Page 323 of Evil Hearts

Breaking the Orc King’s Oath

by Mirabella Mooncrest

Chapter 1 :Kyliana

Screams of fearrip through the night as I pursue my prey through the dense forest, soaking in the terror that saturates the air so thickly that I can almost taste it and loving its salty scent. The minotaur thinks he has the upper hand since this is his people’s land but he’s mistaken. Silly fool, doesn’t he know the huntress always catches her target?

Cornering him in a magic dome constructed by an indebted witch, I stalk closer to the now trembling minotaur and soak in the adrenaline from the chase.

“P..P..Please, I have a family,” he begs and I scoff.

“You should have thought about that before you stole from Queen Lilith. You weren’t thinking of them then, now were you?” I purr, excitement coursing through me as I pull my machete from its holster on the outside of my thigh, the tight leather pants I wear, protecting me from any injury and making my ass look fantastic in the process.

He begins to blubber as I slash the blade clean through his throat and his gurgles fill the air as he tries to breath and I can’t help but chuckle at the sound. The minotaur falls to the ground still and I grab his hairy testicles in my hand and bring the blade down, swiftly removing them from his body. I put them in the leather bag at my side and return it to my holster, knowing the incantation on it will clean it.

“Jessenia, I am ready to go home,” I call to the witch I can sense lurking nearby. Without a word a portal opens before me and I step through it and into my mother’s visitation room at the Underworld castle. The deep burgundy walls complemented by gold fixtures and white tiles and a black roof should fill me with a sense of relaxation but only an idiot would feel safe in the home of Lilith and I’ve spent my whole life here.

Lilith sits in her throne of black onyx, her hair and eyes just as black and her deep red lips matching the dress that is hugging her slim figure. She looks the image of sin itself and that’s an accurate representation. My own hair mirrors hers but my eyes are a deep silver taking after my father, much to her dismay.

“Mother, I come bearing good news. The minotaur has been handled,” I say, plucking the testicles from my pouch and rolling them across the floor, leaving a purple trail behind them as they stop inches from the foot of her throne.

“Kyliana, how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t want or need these distasteful displays of confirmation? You are my daughter. The princess of the dark queen. Of course you will get the job done. That is, after all, why I made you my huntress.”

The sneer of disapproval never gets old. I know she hates it when I stain her floors with the testis or clit of every target I kill, that’s why I do it. What can I say? I’m the daughter of Lilith, these things should be expected.

“I’m glad you are back, I have news. The Orc King has fallen in a tragic hunting accident and his son, Xaug has taken the throne to replace him.”

The glee on her face makes it apparent that she is thrilled by this and that has my back straightening. She’s always wanted to rule their kingdom as well but even she couldn’t penetrate their defenses and take command of the brutish orcs.

“Mother, why does this have you looking as though you may have a spontaneous orgasm from the devil himself?”

Impatience makes me bounce from foot to foot as I wait for her to get to the point. A fucking shower is calling my name and I can’t fight its sweet lull much longer.

“He is in need of a bride in order to rule his kingdom in accordance with the Ruling Act that was established last year for all supernatural kingdoms. You, my spawn have been officially betrothed to the Orc King as of an hour ago. You will leave in the morning to live with the king in preparation of your marriage in a month’s time.”

Shock steals my breath as my mouth falls open and my tongue is unable to find any words. Me? Betrothed to the fucking king? Is she serious?

My mother rises from her throne and presses her hand to my chin, closing my mouth with such a force that a clap echoes around the room and I grimace from the brief pain.

“Close your mouth or a firewisp may float in and possess you. You will do this for your queen and you will do it with the same precision and lethality as your hunts or I will take you out as well, daughter or not.”

She turns and walks back to her throne and a stone settles in my gut.

I bow my head and take my leave, knowing I need to pack and fill my energy reserves. There’s no telling how long it will be before I’m able to do it again. I never planned to marry but after the law passed last year my mother warned me she would arrange a marriage as soon as one suited her and benefited our own kingdom. I never thought it would happen so soon, especially since she still has a few hundred years of life left so I won’t be ruling the Underworld until then.

Castiel is waiting on my poster bed naked when I arrive back at my quarters just as usual and I make quick work of removing my clothes and climbing into the bed. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had sex with him while my hunts blood is on me, if anythingit makes him a bit more feral. He’s been my sex slave for over a decade so he knows I prefer it quick and rough.

He beckons me to the large bed made of black wood and covered in a black silk canopy with the black comforter drawn back. He lays in the center of the bed and I mount him, not giving either of us a moment to prepare as I sink onto his stiff dick with a groan of ecstasy and he grasps my hips. Goddess, I fucking needed this. My succubus half relishes his lust and pleasure as I ride his cock, hard and fast with my thin fingers wrapped around his throat. My orgasm hits me like a brick and I clench around him as he releases a deep moan and shutters inside of me, spilling out of me.

“Thank you, Castiel. You may go,” I say, waving my hand dismissively as I climb off of him to take a shower. Turning on the water, I turn to shut the door but Castiel is still there instead of wherever he usually goes after he serves me.

“Your Highness, I don’t mean to speak out of turn but the Queen has told me this will be my last night as your servant and tomorrow, I will become one of hers. Would it be possible for me to come with you instead?”

The nerve of this man. Doesn’t he know his place after this long?

“Castiel, are you insinuating that my mother won’t be up to your standards? I would hate to have to tell her that you think so little of her.”

He gasps and shakes his head so fast I fear it might fly off. “No your majesty, not at all. I would never. I.. I.. I’m sorry your majesty. I will leave you to your shower and I will happily serve your mother tomorrow and until the end of my days. Please forgive me.”

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