Page 3 of Mated to the Kings
“Yes. I’m sending you to Mirstone. The three kings need a new maiden, and they’ve selected you to go on behalf of Midavor.”
“So, they will decide from six of us or there are just six being brought in?” I ask.
“They’ll decide if they want to keep you. If you are not selected, you will come back and go to one of the brothels until we can find you a new maid position,” he says. I hate the brothels. Foxes are known to be able to take a tremendous amount of sexual abuse compared to other species of shifters, the women are usually brutally fucked multiple times a day.
“Uhm. Okay,” I say simply.
“You’ll be with them for as long as they want you. That could be two weeks or twenty years. Understand that for your kind, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you survive them, you will live in the lap of luxury alongside them, serving them how they see fit,” he says vaguely.
“Wonderful,” I say sarcastically. “Am I getting on the train now?”
“Yes. Better hurry and catch it. The next one doesn’t leave until tomorrow, which means I’ll have to bring you home with me for the night,” he says. That means if I miss this train, he is going to likely fuck me unconscious for eighteen hours.
“I’ll make it. Wouldn’t want to put you out or anything,” I say as I turn and pick up my bags. I leave his office before he has a chance to say anything further. His receptionist gives me a sympathetic smile. She is also a lion shifter, but I feel like she sympathizes with me because he likely brutalizes her too.
I hurry out of the building and take off running toward the train station, once I hit the sidewalk. I am careful not to run into anybody or even get close. I will likely get the shit beat out of me if I accidentally touch somebody.
I don’t know much about the three kings. I know that they rule over the entirety of the country. Each king is a ruler over his region. Daemon Asher, a dragon shifter, is the king of Midavor and Woricsong, but they are all our kings. Long ago, there were three families allied to combine the three regions into one country. Now, it is just traditional that the three kings rule over everything. Their maiden is essentially there to just provide for them sexually until they find their mate. There hasn’t been a queen in a very long time though.
Callum Usoro is a bear shifter who rules over west Grimitara and Kael Willows is a panther shifter who rules over east Grimitara. I know they are massive men who stand at around six feet seven inches, but otherwise, I’ve never actually seen them. I’ve never taken interest in the royal families so I’m not sure what everyone’s obsession with them is. They never come to see their people and they delegate everything to the mayors.
I get to the platform and give them my name before they point me to the last car where the foxes are. There are so many people in this car that most people are standing. The benefit to being four foot ten is I can squeeze into tight places and still be comfortable. I managed to get myself into a corner of the car, then set my bags down on top of each other so I can turn it into a makeshift seat. Luckily, there is a window right beside me so I can watch everything go by as we move through the region.
The train ride will take approximately ten hours, so I have plenty of time to rest before we get there. Hopefully, as we move through the region there will be enough people to cycle through so that I can manage to get a seat. If not, at least I have my bags and this corner. Although staying in a corner for ten hours is an almost guaranteed way to get myself assaulted. They can attempt at least.
The only time I will ever actually fight back is with other foxes, but they don’t hurt one another often. The government doesn’t care if we kill each other off so I have made a point to make up for my small stature and fuck up any fox that tries to touch me. Even against a fox, I can’t use magic. They will throw my ass under the bus for a reward so fast.
I stare out of the window for several hours. Eventually, it gets dark, and I can’t see anything, so I close my eyes. Hopefully, by the time I wake, we will be in the capital city.
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Something in my brain is screaming at me to wake up. Before I get a chance to open my eyes, I feel a hand on my body. A warm and greedy hand is down my shirt and is cupping my breast. They are squeezing and pinching my nipple. The sound of what I can only assume is them jerking off. “If you get come on me, I’ll cut it off,” I say flatly.
I opened my eyes. I see that it is not a fox. It is a security guard. He promptly grabs me by the face and forces his way down my throat. I want him to just go away so I speed up the process by sucking him down and making him groan loudly. He pins me in the corner of the car as he brutally fucks my throat. I continue to suck on him. He is still taking too long, so I cup his balls and squeeze slightly. His moans get louder before he finally starts to come. He pushes his way down my throat, forcing me to drink every drop of him as it pours down my throat.
“You got what you want. Go away,” I snap at him. He chuckles and walks out of the car.Asshole.
I lean my head against the window and watch the morning light pour into the train car as we approach the capital city of Mirstone. It warms my skin and brings a semblance of peace over me for a moment. I don’t have many happy moments in my life, but sitting in the warmth of the sun is the closest thing to pure bliss that I’ve ever felt. I feel closer to nature when I’m sitting in the sunlight like this.
When Zypher didn’t have me preoccupied with something or someone else, I would sit in the sun. He knew that if he couldn’t find me inside, I was always in the backyard somewhere sitting by myself. It was surrounded by a huge privacy fence, so he didn’t make a big deal about me being out there. He always said it was weird that I did that but never interfered. I’ve spent the last five years of my life being relentlessly fucked by this man daily. You would think I would feel some type of way about leaving his home, but I don’t. I’m completely indifferent. I do not hate him, nor do I like him. He is just another shifter who uses me for my body. I can’t blame him for that, he as well as everyone else was taught that witches are bad and should be killed while foxes are to be fucked and not trusted. I would like to think that Zypher trusted me though. He never questioned me or blamed me for anything that I didn’t do. He was never the one to say that I was causing issues because he knew that he was the one causing issues. He just didn’t defend me when everyone else would call me a home-wrecker, even though he was the one having these men line up to fuck me. I’m not the one who would force them then go against their mate to fuck another. I didn’t want any of that bullshit anyway.
When I see that we are approaching the train station, I stand up and grab my bags. I am assuming someone will be there to greet me. They would never let me aimlessly walk around the Capital city. They would see that as a recipe for disaster if a fox was allowed to just walk freely. Gods forbid people look past the ignorant stereotypes of fox shifters.
The train comes to a stop and people start filing out. I am in no rush, so I wait until I am almost the last one before stepping out. I am immediately greeted by two men.
“Lilith?” the taller one asks with a gruff tone.
“That’s me,” I say.
“We are here to escort you to Rinas Manor,” he says, motioning for me to walk with them. They stand on either side of me and glance over every few seconds as if I’m going to run away. Once we get out of the train station, they take me to a car and have me sit in between them as another man drives. They are all deadly silent. I’m not used to being around people who are silent and don’t try to touch me. It’s nice, but it’s also a very clear sign that this is going to be a lot more intense than I’m expecting. There are only so many reasons why they would be minding their manners. The number one reason would be they are forbidden to touch me. I am supposed to service the three kings. In turn, they are going to be extremely possessive over who touches me. Unless they are like Zypher, then I’ll probably get raped on the car ride over. Even though they have not claimed me, they will still forbid anyone from doing anything to me until they have made their decision.
We pull past a gate and past the large stone walls surrounding the property is an enormous home. Mansion doesn’t even cover this place. The property has a large, well-manicured garden. It looks to be a walking area. As we stop in front of the house, I see the very edge of a stone bench just inside the entrance to the garden. The rest of the property is freshly cut grass with a few trees sporadically planted throughout the courtyard.
The house itself is just as gorgeous as the property. There are three large stone sculptures in front of the house. In the center, there is a stone dragon, to its left is a bear on its hind legs, and to its right is a panther crouching down, as if it’s about to pounce.
The men walk me around the house to where there are stairs leading to a basement. “You are forbidden from leaving this room until you are escorted out. Do you understand?” the larger man asks.
“Yes, Sir,” I say. He gives me a strange look, so I give him a strange look back. I don’t know if he’s shocked that I didn’t argue with him or the fact that I called him sir. Shifters, more often than not, act the way they are treated, so foxes often do not show respect. The way I look at it, if I show respect I get more freedom. If they know they can trust me, my life is easier.
