Dragged Into The Palace
In the Megan Palace of the Beasts, Crown Prince Mark was sitting on the palace throne, inside the throne room, and listening to the special report of his assistant, Steve Raymond. He wore only a long brown skirt with his masculine chest bare; he was dark in complexion, and his eyes were a deeper shade of golden. Steve report to him,
"My Prince, we have gone to the human lands and captured all of the humans' first daughters as you ordered."
"Hm.." Prince Mark hummed. "I want all the first daughters of humanity to be dragged and brought into this palace as our slaves." They needed to be taught a lesson, and any human family that has refused the guards from taking their first daughters, killing their heads, and dragging their first daughters here to the palace."
"Is that understood?"
"Yes, my prince!" Steve responded. "We have done just that."
"Good, you may leave," Prince Mark waved over his left hand in dismissal, and Steve left the throne, walking out in his warrior costume to inspect the new captives.
Enraged, Prince Mark stood up from the throne. The humans were seeking to have their freedoms, and he wouldn't just permit that. He had ancestral beads adorned on his neck as he walked to pick up his red coat, which was neatly placed on the next chair.
He wore his red coat, flexed his fingernails, and his sharp claws grew longer. He is the son of the beast, and the ancestral blood of the beasts flows through his veins.
With long strides, he approached the magnificent hall window and gazed out at the palace surrounding it.
The new ten captives were brought into the palace from the field. They seize all the first daughters of the humans and turn them into their servants while ruling over the beasts and the human world.
With a satisfied smile curled upon his face, Prince Mark gazed away from the window to step out and inspect the new slave.
This was not the first time they captured the humans; it was his rule set aside to instill fear in the humans.
As he turned to move away from the hall window where he stood looking out at the field, just then, his two younger sisters, Princess Sarah and Stephanie, walked into the palace hall.
They were identical twins, both dark-skinned like him, as the beasts were all darker shades or brown.
"Brother," they acknowledge Prince Mark's presence.
"When you finally marry, as you are aware, the upcoming full moon festival is fast approaching. We offered our friend, Chums Wilfred, to you, and you haven't said anything yet about accepting her as your chosen mate and for her to come here and stay with us in this palace, ahead of the festivity," Princess Stephanie Gerald said as she gazed up at Prince Mark.
She had big breasts, much like her twin sister, and they wore a similar brown skirt and brown crop top that had their cleavages on full display, with their abdomens revealing as their skirts were short mini skirts.
They also wore the beads of royalty around their necks, with their wrists and ankles adorned with beads.
They were princesses with the powers of the powers of the ancestral beasts flowing through their veins. They could equally shift from their beasts to humans, and their extremely dark bronze skin is gorgeous.
"Hmm.." Prince Mark hummed. "Sarah and Stephanie, you both should learn to stay out of my business. I do not think that I would rather pick a mate this season, except if your friend wins the upcoming full moon dancing festival. I won't choose a mate this season, but only if your friend wins the upcoming full moon dancing festival.
"What? why brother?" Princess Stephanie Gerald was the first to shout, as she also has blue eyes. However, Prince Mark remained silent and gazed at the exit door, indicating his desire to exit the hall.
"You won't do that, brother. It is part of our ancestry tradition that you must choose the winner of the dance contest as your mate. A bride must be selected this season, and the winner stands a chance to be married to you. Princess Stephanie said that Princess Sarah only kept silent, standing beside her twin sister.
"Hmm, I know that, Stephanie, and you do not need to remind me of our custom. Do not forget that I am still the alpha, and I possess the power to halt that tradition. I can equally say no to whomever the winner is, and I do not owe anyone an explanation for that."
Princess Stephanie's jaw dropped, and she quickly gulped and replied, "No, brother. You won't do just that."
They were 22-year-old female beast princesses with wider hips, sexy curvy shapes, and rounder breasts on their chests, while Prince Mark Gerald was 35 years old.
"You should learn to correct your statement, Stephanie, and address me as Crown Prince Mark Gerald, one of the Alpha Clans. Now step aside, sisters; I have some important work to attend to outside, as you can see."
Prince Mark walked away from his two sisters and exited the palace hall, going out to examine the new captives brought into his palace.
The palace has a lot of magnificent buildings, but he stepped out of the building where he lives with his family.
Standing outside at the frontage of the exquisite two-story building mighty castle, Prince Mark Gerald gazes ahead at the new female slaves captured.
They equally captured the males of humans and used them for functional purposes like building houses and other labor work needed in their territory.
The new captives brought into the Megan palace of the beasts shivered as they saw the crown prince standing at the facade.
He hasn't yet been crowned the king of the universe, as he didn't have a mate by his side. The human females shivered, while Prince Mark smiled as he loved to see the fears in their eyes.
He is the ruler, and he loved to torture both the old and the new female slaves captured. He grew tired of the old slaves and decided they would end up as servants in their territory while the new ones were to be picked up from where the mature old slaves stopped.
Only the daughters of humans above the age of 18 were captured and brought into the palace as slaves. He didn't rape them, but he had them stripped off and paraded for him and his kind of entertainment to see how lovely the female humans looked and to know why they chose to dress so differently from them.
The humans were fond of wearing outfits that covered all their bodies, while the beasts openly wore revealing clothes to show how handsome they looked.
Similarly, Prince Mark knew the humans were protesting to have their world separate from the beasts. But he would rather not agree to that, as humans were needed to their advantage.
Some of the beast men love to have the human females as their chosen mates, while the humans hate to be touched by the beasts and want them to be separated.
Standing outside at the mansion facade, Prince Mark Gerald stared at the new first human daughters brought into his palace.
They were standing far at the field while his golden-eyed eyes stared at them. Some have bruises, while others have their clothes torn and ripped off, with claws scratching marks on their skin.
Prince Mark was aware that those with bruised skin and torn clothes were the most stubborn among the rest.
He ordered the first daughters of the human families above 18 years old to be brought into his territory as slaves, as he didn't approve of babies brought into his palace but full-grown ass young women that had come of age and ripened into young adults.
Those were his major targets as punishment for their fathers for daring to protest and go against his rules.
Walking down from the mansion exterior, Prince Mark stepped down into the fields while his guard, Jack Roland, shouted at the new captives.
"Bow before his royal majesty. Crown Prince Mark Gerald, one of the Megan kingdom!."
The new female slaves captured immediately fell down on their knees and bowed their heads lowered to the soil as they shivered and were visibly trembling.
Prince Mark walked ahead to examine them and scan their shapes; however, his palace gate was forcefully opened, and his men dragged in another pretty human-female. She was so white and fairer than the rest of the young women kneeling down before him.
Her long blonde hair was scattered, covering some part of her face, and she screamed out, "Let go of me, you monsters!"
"Hmm," Prince Mark turned to stare at them as his gaurds dragged her up to meet him.
Her arms and legs were not chained like the rest of the young women kneeling down in the field, and she was bleeding from the claws and scratch marks on her skin as well.
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She looked so cute in his eyes, but she kept struggling and screaming, "Leave me alone, you monsters! I can never be your slaves! help!."
Prince Mark's eyes narrowed at her as he heard her calling them monsters.
"Your majesty!" The two beast-guards dragging her immediately stopped in front of him as they seized her up and subtly bowed to him.
"Bow before his majesty, Crown Prince Mark Gerald One of Megan Kingdom," Jack informed her, but she spat out blood and finally raised her head up to stare at them with blood-shot eyes.
"Never!" She screamed.
"I can never bow to any monster," she repeated as her blue, piercing eyes glared at them.