Chapter 2

Mortas tough nut to crack 

Samson brings me the key for the room containing my very special prize. 

"Do you think she could be the one," Samson asked curiously and I shrugged my shoulders.

"All I do know is that I don't frighten her at all, I'm more a curiosity than anything else," I mumble softly.

"Well she's not innocent because if she were that would frighten her, she also looks very familiar to me." Samson started laughing, pointing at my huge erection.

"Get Samuel I need his ass," I growl low and Samson sends in Samuel. Samuel grinned and started removing his clothes. He laid back on my bed and lifted his legs.

"On all fours. I don't want to look at your face when I cum," I growl and lubricate my length.

"You're such a little bitch Samuel, do try to be somewhat mortified by this," I snapped and entered him quickly. He howled not in pain but in pleasure and I dug my nails into his scrotum to hear him scream.

Grace awoken by screaming 

I sat up quickly and heard screaming coming from the room next to mine. I put my ear to the wall and heard it again. I waved my hand against it and watched the king plowing into someone. I tried to see more and twisted myself further into the room and gasped at seeing the cock protruding from the man under the king. I started laughing loudly and both men turned to me.

"Oh don't stop on my account," I chuckled and the king pulled out and started stomping towards me. I watched his large dick bounce up and down as he approached me. He stood and eyed me angrily and I snorted and covered my mouth with my hand as I laughed.

"I didn't realize that you were gay," I chuckled softly and he gritted his teeth.

"I'm not gay, I was in need and my valet provides me my release," he grunted

 I raised my brow and looked up at his valet jerking himself.

"Your dick in a man's ass makes you kinda gay, those are the facts," I grinned and patted his cheek before scooting back and waving the wall closed. I heard a horrendous growl and busted up laughing once again. I walked to my bed and sat down

 I heard my door unlock and watched Samson enter my room. I smiled at him and he paused.

"The king wishes to see you," he mumbled disheartened. I walked up to him and put my hand on his biceps.

"I'll be okay, he's gayer than a carnival," I tilted his chin up and winked at him. He inhaled sharply and watched me intently as I went and stood in front of the king's room. I knocked and Mortas opened the door. I rolled my eyes and noticed all the blood on the bed and walls.

"You're going to be my new valet, since my previous one is no longer living," he tells me, searching for a reaction. I raised my brow at him and laughed. I patted his chest and looked at what was left of his lover.

"Wasn't stimulating enough for you any longer," I asked with a smirk. I waved my hand and cleaned up all the blood and flesh except for the dismembered penis. 

"You want to keep this souvenir," I asked curiously, wiggling it in my fingers. I heard Samson chuckle and saw the king growing angry. He ripped off his eyepatch and walked in front of me. I looked up at both his eyes and smiled. A look of utter confusion flooded his face and he turned me around. I felt the shift get ripped off my body and fingers running across my shoulder blades. I heard him inhale sharply when they ran over my two scars. 

"Samson, come take a look," the king muttered. Samson approached my back and laughed.

"Kind of figured that," he says happily. I turned back around and covered my breasts with my crossed arms. The king was looking oddly at me and Samson too.

"What is it," I asked curiously. Mortas shook his head and went to his closet. He hands me a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"How did you get those scars on your back," Samson asked. 

"I got whipped for stealing when I was eighteen," I shuddered softly, still remembering the sting. He nodded and put his arm around my waist and hugged me.

"Had that happened to myself, it stings like hell," he mumbled sadly and I nodded. Mortas eyed his demon angrily and Samson's arms left from around me and I frowned. I eyed the king and wrapped my arms back around Samson. Samson raised his arms in the air as the king pulled me off of him.

"Don't you fucking touch me," I growled angrily and stood in a defensive stance. The king frowned and looked behind me.

"Take her, I won't get my release if I start messing with her," he stated firmly and Samson pulled me out of the room. He took me back to my room and I pulled his arm forcing him inside. He was looking at me confused. 

"Lock it," I say softly. He does and turns to me. I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head against his shoulder. He put his arms around me and sighed.

"This isn't wise," he mumbled softly. I squeezed him tightly and looked up at him.

"I remember our times together, it's perfect," I whispered softly and pecked his chin. I watched his eyes turn red and felt his cock enlarging on my stomach. He lifted me up and kissed me brutally. He carried me to the bed. I'd forgotten that I was naked, my hands still clutching the clothing Mortas had given me. I tossed them on the floor and ravaged Samson's mouth. He was large and rough and I relished in it. I pulled his pants off and stroked his thickness. He sucked on my neck, breasts and penetrated me deeply. I was a moaning mess. The door was getting pounded on and I told Samson to hurry with his release. He thrusted deeply and my walls tightened on his large cock. He released powerfully and I continued to feel quakes within me. Samson lifted his eyes to mine and kissed me softly.

"He's going to kill me but it was worth it, thank you Grace," he sighed and pulled out his soft dick. I felt his release dripping down my leg and smiled. I kissed him more and the door burst open. I quickly stood in front of Samson as the king stormed in. He could see his demons release running down my legs and he growled furiously, his eyes burning into Samson. 

"Move Grace," he sneered and I shook my head. He eyed me strangely and shrugged. He continued forward and I raised my iridescent sword. The tip touched his shoulder and he paused.

"He is mine now Mortas, I have taken claim, he's mine now," I growled possessively. Mortas stopped and looked at us both and closed his eyes.

"Fine, he's yours," he grumbled, then turned and walked out of the room. I absorbed my sword and turned to Samson. He was eyeing me curiously.

"I have an ability to convince people of things," I mumbled softly and he chuckled. He lifted me up and started carrying me out of the room.

"I'm keeping you in my room until the door is fixed in yours. I grinned and nodded my head. I laid my head against his chest as he carried me through the castle. Enjoying the fact he was big enough to carry my six foot frame.

Mortas alone with my cock

I lay in my bed. I actually missed the little bitch Samuel. I can't believe that woman got me worked up enough to shred him. My cock is throbbing with my interactions with Grace. I run my fingers down my length when my demon Dane enters.

"Samson has a female friend in his bed, I need a place to sleep," he said irritatedly and watched my fingers on my length. He licked his lips and I raised my brow.

"Do you like men, Dane," I asked curiously. He smiled and nodded.

"Come and please me then," I sighed as his tongue wrapped around my length and he began to mouth the whole thing. 

"Give me your ass," I growled and he crawled to all fours. 

"No Dane I want to see your face while I fuck you," I state firmly. He flipped to his back and held his legs to his chest. I lubricated my length and pressed it into him. He was tight and pulled me closer to start kissing me. Damn I think that Grace is correct I am gay. Dane continued to wrestle with my tongue and grunted as I plummeted into his ass. 

"You know Dane, I may actually have feelings for you friend," I moaned loudly as his ass sucked against my cock pulling it deeper inside of him.

"You still need a queen and an heir, my king, oh, I'm going to cum," Dane moaned and I pumped faster, releasing the same time as he did. His warm jizz covered both our chests and I grinned.

"I'd like you to be my valet Dane, I believe I will enjoy it immensely," I smiled and pulled out of him watching my release drip out.

"Let's go shower," I said, helping my demon up.

Grace the morning with Samson 

Samson and I talked the entire night about my time at the whore house and why I left. I realized I liked Samson a lot.

"The king is going to want you to give him an heir and become his queen," he mumbled softly. I growled angrily and shook my head.

"I won't, I refuse, I'm not any man's brooding mare," I snapped and Samson chuckled. He looked over at Danes' empty bed and wondered where his brother had spent the night. 

"Let's go fix your room door," he sighed irritably and climbed out of his bed. I frowned and held onto his sheet as he pulled me out. 

"Can't I just stay here with you, I like you," I begged softly. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Sorry I wish you could too but I have a job I'm required to do, it's ordered by a much more frightening person than the king," he mumbled sadly. I sighed and let him carry me back to my room. We were both standing in front of my broken door when the king's door opened and Mortas was kissing Dane goodbye. Samson noticed his brother was walking oddly and eyed the king.

"He's my new valet," Mortas smirked and Samson growled.

"You fucked my brother," he asked curiously and the king nodded.

"Your father is going to be fucking pissed, we are your gifts to help you succeed not your sexual play things," Samson snapped angrily. Mortas rolled his eyes and frowned seeing me mouthing to him that he was gay. He scowled at my words and punched his door.

"Truth hurts," I chuckled and saw his eyes glowing at me. I was still standing naked and his eyes traveled down my figure. I watched his cock rise up in attention and raised my brow. 

"Fuck, he yelled and headed after Dane.

"I don't see how he's gay if you are the one he gets hard for," Samson states with a laugh. I went into the room and quickly dressed in the sweatpants and t-shirt I'd gotten from the king the night before.

"Let's go eat first before we fix it," he grinned and pulled me down stairs to the dining room. When we entered I was shocked to see the king balls deep in one of the maids. She looked pained and not enjoying herself at all. When Mortas saw me he stared hard at me and his thrusts became more pleasant. The maid began moaning loudly and I fanned myself with a grin. Mortas smiled at me as he released powerfully in her. 

"This could be you," he grinned devilishly and I rolled my eyes and followed Samson. I did look back and see the maid's eyes glowing happily. I looked up at Mortas and shrugged, making him more confused. We entered the large kitchen and Samson was taking items from the pantry.

"You like pancakes with strawberries," he asked curiously and I nodded as my stomach rumbled loudly. He laughed and started to make us breakfast.