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Lilith

I am finally working on my last room. I have been cleaning up after Zypher and his pack for hours now. They threw an all-night party and trashed the entire house. Of course, I was the centerpiece as usual, so I couldn’t clean up after anyone. Anytime he throws a party like that, he sits me in the middle of the room, and everyone has free use of me. I am not allowed to speak a word to anyone, and I am blindfolded the entire night.

Last night was especially rowdy with it being a full moon. They are always hyped up and need to expel pent-up energy after a full moon. That means I get fucked one right after another by upwards of thirty to forty men on repeat for an entire night. They all like having me around because I can handle it. Most of the time that would kill a shifter to have a train run on them like that, but I am not the shifter they think I am.

To the world, I am a bottom-of-the-barrel fox shifter without a family. Fox shifters are low-class because they are supposedly notorious for lying and stealing. It’s apparently in their nature to be sly and cunning, which often leads them into nefarious activities. I have never known them to be that way, but what do I know? We get menial jobs, like being a housemaid.

The day I turned eighteen, I was sent to work here as a maiden. It took Zypher all of thirty minutes before he bent me over his couch and relentlessly fucked me. Most shifters, in the right setting, can fuck for hours and come multiple times back-to-back, and he did. He had me all over that house for the entire day. It was disgusting.

Biologically, endless fucking is to enhance the chances of impregnation when they come in you multiple times. Because they think I am a fox, I have a birth control implant that was placed on the day of my first menstruation. Foxes are forbidden from becoming pregnant unless they bond with someone of a higher class or the local government approves it. Foxes hardly ever bond because we are kept away from society.

If they knew I was really a witch, I would be drained of my powers and killed. The entire country of Grimitara is terrified of witches due to their lack of knowledge of us. My parents, who I don’t remember, were discovered shortly after my birth, I think. They would have been drained of their magia and murdered. Somehow, I was spared and ended up in an orphanage with a bunch of parentless fox shifters taken care of by the kindest woman alive. When I turned sixteen, I was supposed to gain the ability to shift, but I got magia instead. One of the other girls quickly informed me that I was to never use magia around anyone or tell anyone that I am a witch. She taught me how to suppress my magia so I could blend in.

Elara was my only real friend. She was also a witch. We had plans to run away and try to get out of Grimitara, but she was caught. Brion Morwen, the mayor of Midavor, had her drained and killed in the town square as an example to all other potential witches lurking.

They see us as some kind of evil force that wants to steal their souls or something. Although there are dark witches out there, most of us are harmless unless we are pissed off. I have never used my magic against someone, but I do practice when I can. I don’t have much of an opportunity to learn, but I have nearly mastered the ability to heal myself.

The reason I can take on so much that Zypher does to me is just because of my magic. My body and spirit will adapt to its surroundings. I can take on just about anything when combined with my ability to heal myself. So, when Zypher had doubled the number of men fucking me last night, it was hardly a strain on my magic or my body. It was definitely uncomfortable. It’s one hell of a mess to clean up, though. They are all like fucking feral animals when they are horny. My least favorite part of these nights is cleaning up all the wolf come. I end up with it all over my body and the surrounding area where Zypher has me. When a wolf shifter comes, it’s an ungodly amount. I assume it’s the same for all shifters, though.

I am leaning over the bed trying to put a clean sheet on the mattress when a hand pushes me down flat. “I was trying to do something,” I complain.

“Now I’m trying to do something,” Zypher chuckles as he pulls my skirt up.

“There are no more clean sheets. Can you at least not do this on the clean bed?” I ask.

Zypher obliges and grabs me by the waist to pull me off the bed so he can bend me over instead. “I thought I told you no panties?” he asks as he rips my underwear off.

“You never fuck me the day after a party, so I didn’t think it counted on those days.”

“Well, today is different,” he says.

“How?” I ask as he forces me down more so that my chest is laid on the bed.

“Mayor Morwen wants to see you,” he says.

“Wha—” My words are cut off when he surges into my ass. Thank the gods I can heal myself because he never warms me up before he shoves himself into me like that.

Zypher groans and shoves all the way inside of me and then pushes in even further. I am so distracted by him telling me the mayor wants to see me that I forget to fake having an orgasm. It always pisses him off when he thinks I am belittling him for not coming. As if somehow, it’s my fault that he is an awful fuck. He thrusts into me harder, and I let out a feigned whimper so that he thinks he is hurting me, even though he’s not. I’m just bored at this point. Occasionally he will actually make me come, but it’s weak, to say the least.

As he pounds into me, I start faking the buildup of a climax. I moan his name for added effect, and he slaps my ass hard. That’s how I know he’s happy with me when he smacks my ass as he fucks me. His groans are getting louder as he approaches his climax. I harmonize my fake moans with him and tighten my muscles around his cock. When he finally falls, he roars through his orgasm. He pumps me full of his seed until it is spilling out of me and on to the floor below. With one final thrust, he grunts the last of his release.

“Fuck, you take my come so well, Lilith. We’ll miss having our little toy around.”

Fuck. I’ve been discovered.

“What do you mean?” I ask calmly.

“He’s sending you off on another assignment. That was my goodbye to you,” he says as he plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. “The new girl is here, so I’ll have her clean this up after I break her in.” Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s getting into.

“Uhm… Okay. I assume I need to get my things?” I ask.

“Yeah. Go ahead and get everything. He will tell you where you are headed, and you’ll be put on a train right after,” he says. “Don’t make him wait, Lilith.”

“Alright,” I say. “Bye then, I guess.”

“I’ll see you again,” he chuckles and waves me off. As I leave the room and walk down the hall, I run into a girl that looks like she isn’t much older than me. “You the new girl?” I ask.

“Y-Yeah,” she says quietly.

“My advice… Always fake an orgasm and be compliant. Zypher likes his ego stroked… You get me?” I ask.

“Yeah… So… He won’t beat me or anything?” she asks.

“No. I’ve made him pretty mad before, and he’s never done more than slap me when I called him a cocksucker and pushed him. His form of punishment is getting his entire pack to fuck you for hours on end,” I explain.

“I can handle that,” she says, relaxing.

“I’ve only known of a few people who can handle that and not get hurt. They weren’t always what they seemed,” I say, and she goes wide-eyed.

“Uhm… I don’t know what you mean. I am a fox shifter like you are,” she says.

“Don’t worry. I know,” I say with a smile and lean in to hug her so I can whisper in her ear. “Under the bed, there is a loose floorboard where you can keep things hidden. Use a protection spell, and he’ll never know the difference.”

“Thank you,” she says when I let go of her.

“No problem,” I say. “Go on before he comes looking for you.” She smiles and continues to Zypher’s room, and I go and clean up before going to my room to collect my belongings.

Everything I own fits into two bags, but I need to transport my magia book and the few tools I have for potion-making. I know Zypher is preoccupied with the new girl, so I do a quick concealing spell so no one but me can see the velvet bag I have everything in. When I am satisfied with how I have everything packed, I grab my belongings and walk out of the house toward the mayor’s office.

Because they think I am a fox shifter, I have to go through special security checks to get into the building. For being so scared of witches, they really do put a lot of faith in non-magical things. Sorry, Mr. Mayor, but your metal detectors and X-ray machines have nothing on my spell. I win every time. Witches only get caught when they get careless. I am never careless with my magic. I learned early when I watched my only friend die.

I ignore all of the stares and whispers as I make my way to the mayor’s office. Just before I can get to his receptionist, a giant man steps in front of me. “Dirty foxes aren’t welcome here,” he rumbles.

“Dude… It’s literally city property. Chill out,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Your kind should be killed,” he growls.

“Aww, but then who would you grunt for when you want to power-fuck something, but you can’t get anyone willing to touch your wet-dog-smellin’ ass?” I ask. Calling a wolf shifter a wet dog is a surefire way of pissing them off.

“You little bitch,” he says as he grabs me by the arm.

“Are you causing problems again, Lilith?” Brion Morwen asks as he comes up to us and addresses the man that was just seconds from locking me in a closet somewhere and power-fucking me. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her and her attitude.”

“Dumb fox bitch better watch her back,” he says as he lets go of me.

“Nice to meet you,” I say as he walks away.

“You just can’t help but be a bitch, can you?” Morwen asks as he grabs my arm and drags me into his office. When the door is shut, he shoves me across his desk and pulls my skirt up before pulling his massive cock out. Lion shifters are said to be brutal with how they fuck. They have barbed dicks, so I know I’ll have to let in some of that discomfort so that he thinks he is doing something. I hate that this is his go-to, but it is what it is. I’ve only ever been fucked by wolves, so this could be a whole new experience. The barbs are for mating purposes, but they either bring pain or pleasure.

“The guy got pissed because I was where I was told to be. I didn’t do anything,” I say. Morwen slowly fills me. I involuntarily groan as pleasure sweeps through me. Of course, the most fucked-up person in the region would be the one to make me come the hardest. Gross.

“Fuck, you have a tight little cunt,” he growls. He is still slowly thrusting into me. The size difference is monumental, and he is stretching me more than the wolves ever have.

“Are you going to make me come, or am I going to have to fake it?” I ask. He growls and digs his fingers into my hips before slamming into me so hard that it moves the solid oak desk a few inches. He leans into my body and turns into a feral animal as he forcefully fucks me against the wood. Morwen pulls my head back to cover my mouth. Pressure is building in my belly, and I’m moaning for real this time, and I hate it. I fucking hate that he is making my body respond this way. The sooner he comes, the sooner he leaves me alone, though.

As he is about to slam back into me, he partially shifts. “A whore fox like you gets to come when I let you come,” he says as he suddenly rams himself into my ass. I scream against his hand, and I immediately start to come. He is ruthless in the way that he pushes into my body. The more he tries to hurt me, the harder I come. He is fucking me so hard and fast, and I can’t breathe with how this orgasm has me in a chokehold. It is a disgusting feeling. “That’s right. Come for me, bitch,” he growls in my ear before biting down on my neck. I am shaking from this violent pleasure, and I hate that my body loves what he is doing to me.

Suddenly he pulls out of me and yanks me off the table. Morwen shoves me to my knees before grabbing my face and shoving his cock down my throat. It’s a good thing I know how clean I keep my body, or this would be kind of gross.

When he forces his way down my throat and starts to come, I realize he’s doing this to prevent the mess as I unwillingly drink him down. He’s squeezing my head, so I cup his balls and suck on him hard so he will loosen his grip before he crushes my skull. The more eager I appear to be, the less of a hold he has on me. I suck down the last bit of him before he pulls his cock out of my mouth and tucks it away.

He offers me his hand to help me stand up. “Thanks,” I say.

“Impressive little cunt you have, Lilith,” he says as he walks over and sits behind his desk.

“Zypher said you were sending me somewhere?” I ask, moving right past his sudden assault on me. That’s what I am best at. Avoidance.

“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.