"You're telling me that not only did you fight off the angels with my daughter ... but you carried her here ... on foot ... in one arm?" asks the queen. She leans forward in her throne crafted from angel bones. It's enormous, more like a bed than a chair. It's almost as if it wasn't made for her. Henna and Descil sit in appropriately sized thrones on the opposite sides of hers.

"Well she did most of the angel fighting. The least I could do was take her home." says Tegan.

"Well aren't you a regular prince charming? You didn't hafta do that, y'know? She's a big girl. Spoiled enough as it is. Not exactly a joy to deal with either." She looks over to Henna who's flipping her off without returning the glance.

"It was my pleasure."

"She promised sex, didn't she?"

"Yup."

"Of course she did."

"Oh c'mon, mom!" Henna protests with her middle finger still raised. "Your old ass would've done the same."

"My old, incredibly sexy ass wouldn't have made a man carry me for two days to get a piece of this action."

"Really? Because dad's been carrying you like a wrinkly stone around his neck since the beginning of time."

"And we've been fucking since before that so what's your point?"

"My point is you put him through a lot just to keep hooking up with a cadaver like you."

"What exactly do I put him through? He's got it made. I run this whole operation without needing him to lift a single claw.”

"That's because everyone's terrified of him lifting a claw. You're in charge but he's the real reason no one fucks with you."

"I welcome anyone to try. Including you, dear."

The queen's voice is sweet but the look she gives her daughter is delivered with the force of an open palm slap meant to exterminate a mosquito or some other annoying insect. Despite being very well acquainted with that look, it never fails to shut Henna up … briefly.

"Uuugh! Why don't you just slither into a fuckin sarcophagus already! I can't wait until your feeble shitty body is out of MY throne!"

"Oh THIS throne?" Quinn morphs into a perfect replica of her daughter. "Mmmm, soooo comfy. I can just feeeel the power and respect tingling through my booty cheeks." She rolls around rubbing herself in her seat.

"You're gonna feel my foot up your dusty ass if you don't take my hands off me!"

"Mmmgh! Ahhhgh!"

"You're so gross! But I can't really blame you for wanting to look like me. I have the body of a goddess. So beauuutiful and youuuthful."

"A body that you got from your mammy. Takes a goddess to makes a goddess."

"Hey. Looks like pretty boy is down." Henna points to a collapsed Tegan.

"That's your fault. You could've let him drop you off at the city gates instead of hand delivering you to your chair, ya fuckin brat." The queen descends her throne and kneels to inspect Tegan. "Why do you do this to yourself, cutie pie?"

"He's tough for an incubus." says Henna.

"We like him." says Descil without looking up from the book he's reading.

"Called it." Quinn stands and motions to a couple guards who remove Tegan from the room. "So ... was anyone still at the village?"

"No." says Henna. "Seems like they abandoned the place long before the angels set up shop."

"We haven't checked on them for a while."

"They're probably fine. They know how to avoid trouble."

"Yeah, but we owe it to Tempy and prince charming to find them. That was their home."

"I'm curious, mother." Descil closes his book to address Quinn. “Your investment in this soldier is concerning. He's slightly amusing but nothing more."

"He's not your typical lover boy. Felt like it'd be a waste to kill him." She decides to stop looking like Henna. "Wraith seems to feel the same way."

"Weird." says Henna.

"I fuckin know, right?"

"I assure you, Wraith feels nothing for the soldier." says Descil. "She is simply following protocol."

"He's staying in her personal quarters. That ain't protocol, dear."

"Merely a lapse in judgment due to a fleeting moment of hospitality that conveniently became an opportunity to monitor your new ... pet." says Descil.

"Oh, I see. You're-"

"And before you attempt to delight yourself with accusations of me being 'jelly' as you would put it, you know better."

"You're way past jelly. You a full blown jellicacy, baby boy."

"There it is." He returns to his book.

"Don't I give you enough attention, my darling, my heir?"

"Oh but I fear I can never get enough of your attention, my queen." he smirks.

"Ah! My sweet prince." squeaks the queen. "Anyway! I'm getting side tracked. I'll be back. Be good ... as in don't eat my new pet while I'm gone." 

The twins continue lounging and unenthusiastically wave to her in unison as she leaves. It's not long before Descil orders all the guards and servants to go away. No one is excited to be around the queen's unsupervised kids so they all briskly make their way to the grand throne room door. Just as the last servant is about to cross the threshold, Descil orders her to stay. She nervously closes the door and awaits further instructions.

"Is th'there something I can do for you, prince Descil?" she asks.

"Disrobe. No need to ruin your clothes." he replies with his face fixed on his literature.

"Yes, prince Descil." She takes off her uniform, folds it up and holds it against her chest.

"Place your clothes on mother's throne."

"Yes ... prince Descil." Her voice is shaky. She complies then stands facing the prince. He motions for her to come closer.

"Hold." He has her hold his book open to him as he keeps reading. She struggles to stand still. "You're tense." His hand finds her hip and she inhales sharply.

"Forgive me, prince Descil."

"It's fine. You should be tense." His claws drag across her skin leaving fresh lines of blood behind them.

"Agh. Hugh ... p'please ...."

"Have mercy. Don't hurt me. Let me go." he mocks dryly while turning a page with his free hand and smearing red down her thigh with the other.

"Please ... make it quick."

"If you feel as though I'm reading too slowly, I can stop and focus on you instead. I'd hate to inconvenience you."

"Ugh. This one gave up already." groans Henna. She gets up from her seat with a yawn and a stretch. "Weaklings taste like shit."

"You two seem to share the assumption that I'm hungry." says Descil.

"Because you always are."

"It just so happens that I wanted some company since you're about to go play with mother's pet."

"I'd stay and play with you but your guest is boring." Henna takes her brother's hand and licks his bloody fingers. "Blegh. Yeah, she's all yours."

Descil escorts his sister to the door, closes it behind her and returns to the servant. He stands at her back and rest his hands on her shoulders. It feels as if he's holding something round against her skin with his bloody palm. As bad as being left alone with the twins may be, being left alone with Descil is far worse. Her body shakes uncontrollably as he slowly but gently moves his grip and the tiny object closer to her neck.

"Allow me to apologize for my sister. She can be such a brute at times."

"... p ... pl ...."

"Although you're justified in your fear, don't worry." The prince reveals he's been holding a small stone wrapped in red hair. "I need your help with welcoming my actual guest."

His claws sink into her, causing her to drop the book and cry out! He plops the stone in her mouth and forces her to swallow it. The servant thrashes violently but can't free herself from the immovable prince. Coughing and clutching her bare chest, she frantically scratches her own torso in an attempt to dig the item out. Chunks of flesh fall to the floor. Splat! Splat! Splack!

"Coughuagh!

AAGHaaa ... hah ... ha hegh.

Hmhmhe hmhe he he.

Hehehe!"

She stops moving. The prince releases his guest, picks his book up off the floor and sits back in his throne. They welcome each other with smiles before she makes herself comfortable on his lap.

"That got a bit messy." says Descil.

"it alWays dOEs."

Back at the barracks, Tegan is being inspected by Valerie. He regained consciousness before the guards could take him to the MD and convinced them to let him go home. They agreed but dispatched a nurse to his location just in case.

"You're either really weak or tough as shit." says Valerie.

"Whatcha mean?" asks Teegs.

"It's only been a couple weeks and you're fucked up again."

"It's not that bad considering I was fighting angels."

"You got a death wish or something? You some kinda thrill junkie?"

"No, actually." he laughs.

"Pal, your lifestyle doesn't suit your incubus body." She gives his bicep a squeeze before moving her hands to feel his chest and abs. "... ok I could be wrong though."

"Is this all part of the check up?"

"It is now." Just as she's about to remove his shirt, Gehenna invites herself into the room.

"Excuse yourself, nurse. The two of us have an appointment."

"Yes, princess." says Valerie. She looks at Tegan and whispers "Thrill junkie." before heading out.

"Alright, pretty boy. Let's do this." She cracks her neck, runs up to him with only a few steps and hurls her fist upward into his stomach! He goes up, then comes down, catching himself in a push up position. She reaches down and grabs the back of his shirt, picking him up like a suitcase. His shirt rips instantly and he catches himself again before throwing his weight into her side with a tackle! They crash into a weapon rack, falling to the floor in a pile of swords and axes. "Whoo!" she exclaims with a smile as he climbs on top of her and tears off what little clothes she had on. Her tattoos shift to contour her breasts, giving him a clear indication of what to focus on. Unfortunately his decision to gently suck on her nipples is rewarded with a slightly irritated grunt. She digs her claws into his side, making him bite down hard instinctively. "Ahh! There we go!" Neither her claws nor his teeth release the other as he straight up punches her in the face! They flinch and exchange a few blows until they both let go.

"Sssssagh!" A line of swift high pitched pain dashes down Tegan's thigh as one of the many toppled blades cut into his pants and leg.

"Oh!" Henna sits up and flips him on his back before ripping his pants off to lick the bloody gash. "Mmm. Let's not waste any of that." She brings her hand to the top of the cut and quickly whispers something. A searing sting follows her finger down the length of the wound. With the bleeding stopped, she turns her attention to his erection, wrapping her lips around the tip and tonguing it in her mouth before slurping it down to the base. He holds her head and grinds into the back of her throat. Her hands slide under his ass to pull him in even farther, causing her teeth to press against his skin as she gags.

"Uggh ... careful with those chompers." he grins.

"Gugh ... mhmgh." she chokes on a giggle then begins to vigorously bob her head up and down, using her grip on his behind to repeatedly push his cock in and out of her mouth. His knees bend as he plants his feet on the ground, gets a firm handful of her hair and forcefully fucks her face. "GUgh! GUgh! GAgh! GUgh! GUaaaah!" she gasps as he yanks her off and stands up still holding her hair, keeping her on all fours and leaving webs of saliva between them. They pause to smile at each other as their breathing intensifies. She reaches for his waist but he yanks her away. Her wings emerge and hurl them both into the ceiling with one flap. With him still clutching her hair, she pins him up there with her body, wiggles into position and slides him into her soaking wet pussy. "Aaghmmmm!" She bites into his shoulder without breaking the skin as she rides him, feeling him grow inside her with each throb until it's too big for her to keep moving with ease. "AAghh! AAGhh! AAGHh! YOu dIDn't tELL mE IT DId trICKs! AAGHH!" The ceiling cracks, sending them back down to the ground with a thud! "MORE!" she yells as she retracts her wings and tries to mount him. They fumble across the floor, both wrestling to be on top. Another weapon rack gets taken out in the scuffle. Tegan grabs a large battle axe, elbows her in the stomach, gets behind her and uses the handle to choke her. "Gauk-YES! CuhMON!" Instead of fighting him off, she reaches between her legs and reinserts his magical boner. He continuously slams into her with full force. "AUCK! FUAK! YEhhSS! ThhAT'S IT, PREhhTTY BOY! FUCK ME!" she screams in unison with the rhythmic slapping of their bodies, only pausing briefly when he slips out completely and must be shoved back in.

Suddenly, Wraith enters the room. They don't stop but their eyes follow her as she walks up to them, reaches under one of Henna's legs to retrieve a sword and leaves without saying a word.

"HHAAAAGH! TOO BIG! AGHH!" Henna yells as his cock expands far more than it needs to, causing her to tremble. He slowly pulls back, leaving the tip in her.

"No it's not." he whispers before cramming the rest of his inflated member back into her aching slit, inching it all the way in.

"HAAAUUUGH!! OOGH YOU FUCKER!! YES!!" She grabs her tits with her claws, pushes her weight into him and her entire body quakes until she cums.

Tegan proceeds to plow the fuck out of her! It's as if his life depends on it. He can't hear her as he's overcome by some fatal desperation to satisfy her. Although this attention and ferocity is tailor made for Henna, the desire is misplaced. Nevertheless, she finds herself as the lucky recipient of his talents multiple times before she decides to head home, extremely sore and incredibly fulfilled.