1 Chapter 1

"Mocha." The Queen said to the present Incubus she was with. "I am utterly bored."

"Well," Mocha stuttered shifting edgily on the small throne on the left side of the Queen.

The last time she said that, she had hunted out her ex and...well let's just say the picture wasn't pretty and the guy won't be using his body for another millennium, perks of being immortal.

"The princess is asleep," he mumbled shakily, trying hard to ignore the gleam that over took her red eyes.

"How sad, I do love the company of my daughter." She flicked imaginary dust from her perfect blood-red dress.

"And no Hell-hound has been caught on my boundaries?"

"Well, no...yes...I mean not really, but the border guards are on the trail of one and I'm highly doubtful he'll escape."

"Splendid. Just splendid." She murmured, the red gleam in her eyes now sending out sparks.

"I wish to retire for a while, awaken me as soon as there is news." She demanded lazily, rising from her elaborate throne.

"As her Majesty wishes." He accepted, bowing low to her retreating form.

He couldn't understand why they had to speak in the Olde Language like barbarians, at least the bitch wasn't going to use him for some elaborate torture her twisted mind had cooked up, in the guise of sexual kinks.

Mocha stood up as well and made for his chambers, with beautiful plans of spoiling himself stupid.

Luckily, Queen Nirvana should be able to keep herself entertained with the poor Hell-hound that dared to cross the borders.

Poor bastard, for a cold Incubus as he was. Mocha actually felt sorry for the Hell-hound, but it was either the Hound or Mocha's head on the platter.

He wasn't that nice, besides, as soon as the Queen got bored or the Hound expired, Mocha would resume his job of a glorified fuck toy.

Honestly it's much nicer to expire but who was Mocha to be giving out advice.

He was merely a concubine, a Royal concubine but a concubine all the same.

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Mocha hurried to the Queen's chambers in alarm, if he had one heart, he would have said it was lodged in his throat.

But that wasn't the case, so he was currently choking on his hearts.

He hurried on even faster, his blonde hair flying about. He knew he shouldn't have humored Azry when his lover insisted on having some alone time with him.

The times Azry showed up made him worry deeply that the Queen was onto him and his deadly, little secret.

The guards stationed at the Queen's chambers opened the immense doors before he even got there, so he just hurried on inside.

"Wonderful!" The Queen exclaimed, lounging comfortably in a throne identical to the one in the throne room. "You're finally here, I wondered how much longer you would make me wait."

Cold sweat broke across Mocha's head, she was already dressed up, in a black number this time around, with a low cut neck and a really high slit.

He crumbled to his knees, "Forgive me, My Queen. I seemed to have lost track of the time." Mocha implored, his head pressed to the cold marble floor.

"Indeed you have." She observed, a smile in her cold voice, he didn't need his eyes to know that fire was spitting from her eyes.

Mocha prayed hard as he trembled on the marble floor, he just recovered from regenerating his head and limbs.

He wasn't sure he could bear the pain of having to regrow more body parts just yet, this time around, he was sure she would spare his head. If only to hear him scream in agony.

"But I didn't await you, just to watch you grovel more than you usually do. Rise." She said shortly.

"Take my left hand, you will escort me to see my latest catch."

Mocha sighed in great relief, Queen Nirvana was obviously in an unlikely good mood but he couldn't count on that all the time.

The thing to be done was to imprison Azry in a confinement chamber for a while, then the 6'5" magnificent beauty would learn his place.

He gratefully took the Queen's arm, grateful to the stars that she decided on a floor length dress today and not any of her contraptions that would most likely trip him and also cause the loss of a limb or two.

The journeyed started to the throne room and Mocha taped the memory of an exotic flower on the fore front of his brain.

The last thing he needed was the Queen catching a whiff of his pathetic sarcasm.

A heavy thump thump, sounded as they got to the throne room and someone introduced the Queen and her Concubine.

The entire occupants of the huge room, dropped to their knees, their heads pressed against the ground.

They remained this way until they were both seated.

"Rise." The Queen said in a bored tone.

Of course there were enormous perks to being the Succubi Queen's plaything, which was the reason male and female demons alike battled viciously for the spot.

"Bring the Hound forward." The Queen ordered, glee written over her strikingly, beautiful features.

Mocha suppressed a shudder, happiness was quite unbecoming on Nirvana. It made her into a nightmare, the kind that haunted your dreams only on darkest nights.

"As her Majesty commands." A border officer bowed low once more, then he went through one of the many connecting doors and reappeared with a...child?

"It's a pup?" Queen Nirvana stated in bewilderment, staring at the partially turned Hell-hound in chains with a mask over it's face.

Said border officer goes down on one knee again, he really did like to punish his poor knees.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I believe it wandered one mile too far."

"Splendid." She muttered in that way she usually did when things turn out way better than she expected.

"Uncover it."

The sack thrown over the Hound's head was pulled off to reveal a really beautiful child, in fact if he wasn't so inclined, he wouldn't have minded borrowing the little beauty.

"And the tape," Nirvana insisted. "I want to hear him speak, it's a boy isn't it?" She inquired.

Oh so, it wasn't only Mocha who was having a gender crises.

The she-male child had long Auburn curls, with just the right blend of, dark brown, red and gold with adorable, flame red, furry ears peaking above his mane.

It's eyes were another matter entirely, a striking Azure blue. The Hound's eyes seemed like they were leaping off his face and in a very good way.

Now he was turning into a poet.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The officer nodded gravely. "It is indeed male."

"When did the Hounds become so comely." She murmured, her eyes flashing. "Very well, take off the gag then." She added impatiently.

As soon as the gag was taken off, the Hell-hound started to speak in what Mocha had to admit was very articulate for a child.

"Unhand me this instant." The child ordered haughtily, his voice whipping through the air like a knife.

The entire hall froze and all eyes alternated between the shocked Queen and a pissed off Hound.

Queen Nirvana widened her eyes in shock, she had suspected but the adorable outburst had put a seal on the matter.

She had managed to capture not just any  Hell-hound but the Crown Prince himself, Azure.

The Queen threw her head back and laughed aloud, the tension from the room bled away as fast as it came.

She rose from her throne and stalked around the chained up child, "Now why would I want to do that?" She questioned in amusement.

"Because I said so." The kid stated matter of factly, like he was the second coming and his word was law.

The Queen laughed for the second time and everyone started to move uneasily, even the countless guards stationed around the large room. Like anyone in their right mind would think to attack the Queen.

"Indeed you did." She humored him. "What's your name child?"

"How dare you ask my name? Have you no inkling who I am? You should introduce yourself before inquiring of me anything." The blue eyed creature ordered.

Mocha resisted the urge to face palm, it seemed the kid was born without any sense of self preservation.

He was going to get killed now before Mocha even had a chance at using him for a well needed vacation.

"I suppose I should." The Queen mused and silent terror rippled through the hall, even the border officer moved a lot of steps backwards, just in case she decided to spontaneously sever someone's head.

"Of course, now order these ogres to unchain me, seeing as they are deaf to my commands."

"You heard the child." She waved dismissively, sliding back to her throne.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The border officer recovered fast, a useful skill to get so high in the ranks and stay there.

"Come before me." Queen Nirvana ordered and the delicate waif slid forward, even in tattered robes, he managed to exude elegance.

"I am Queen Nirvana." She introduced, smiling as the child's eyes widened into saucers. Good. His insolence was starting to wear on her nerves.

"The ruler of the Cubi?"

"We are the only occupants of planet Astra, Azure." She paused here for effects, enjoying the Prince's growing anxiety. "That is, the Hounds and the Cubi. What else were you expecting?"

The child fell silent as terror clawed through him, it was forbidden to come into Cubi territory and as if that wasn't bad enough, he managed to get himself captured.

And even more terrifying, she knew who he was. Never mind that mere minutes ago he was demanding her knowledge of him.

Azure could see no way of getting out of this alive, he only hoped his death would be quick and not prolonged.

The Queen studied the realization dawning on the Hound Prince and let a smile consume her face. This was just perfect, her day couldn't have ended on a more happier note.

"Take him to one of my connecting chambers, but first clean him up and feed him." She turned back to the quavering child in front of her. "How old are you child? "

"Ten." Azure said bravely, even though he was shaking like a leaf, his fluffy tail tucked in between his torn pant legs.

Queen Nirvana just waved her hand and the hall cleared, save the guards.

"Mocha, I have a little matter to attend to, when I return I want you freshly bathed on my bed."

The Queen dropped the noose around his neck in a sultry tone.

It took all of Mocha's self control to reply the Queen with gusto and not wail in agony.

He watched her leave with rising apprehension, she was very excited about something and when Nirvana got excited, bad things happened. To Mocha. In the bedroom.

Hades! By the time she was done with him tonight, he would be immobile for the best part of tomorrow. Recovering sufficiently, only to get a repeat of the elaborate, sensual torture.

And there was no escape.