The Demon Prince

Alara: The Harem Head

Sabrina, or so she tells me her name is, has me strip naked first to examine me. As someone who has many maids at home, this doesn't bother me normally, but her gaze is piercing as it roams over me. Although I'm perfectly aware that I'm a mythic creature with no physical flaws, the scrutiny of her eyes makes me feel self-conscious for the first time in my life.

While she examines me, I study her. She's fairly tall, even by my standards, maybe 5'9. She's dark-skinned, with deep red hair and striking hazel eyes.

When I look more closely, I can see obvious scars on her wrists. She turns around and her dress, which has the back cut-out, reveals more scars. These scars are obviously from a whip. I think she was likely a slave at some point.

Almost comically, along with my thoughts she suddenly asks,

"What are all these silver lines? Scars?" She runs a finger down my back to emphasize what she means.

"Those are my wings," I tell her only because it's not really a secret that fairies have wings.

"Fairy wings are a magical manifestation, not a permanent physical one. When I activate them, the lines lift off my back and become my wings."

I hear her gasp softly in amazement as she realizes the pattern of the lines on my back do in fact form the shape of wings. Dormant, it appears that I have silver wings tattooed all down my body from shoulders to butt. Or maybe she just hadn't figured out what I was until now?

She comes around to face me again, smirking.

"What?" I ask.

She smiles widely at me, taking in my body one more time appreciatively and says, "You're going to be the new favorite girl."

I snort, roll my eyes at her and say as sarcastically as possible, "yay me"

Her face falls as she realizes what she's saying,

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean.." she starts fumbling for the right words, "I just meant that, well...you're f*****g gorgeous" she finishes with a wicked smirk.

I offer her a small smile in return and thank her politely. I will play along nicely with her until I can make my escape. For now, it's time to bathe.

The bath was impressively luxurious, nearly as nice as the one in the palace back home. The bathtub is big enough for four people and filled with scented oils, flower petals, and piles of frothy bubbles.

As I'm relaxing in the hot water, with Sabrina washing my hair, I can't help but think of how strange my situation has become. I came here expecting to be tortured and killed and now I'm enjoying a spa treatment.

If I'm being honest, I even find a bit of a thrill about being in a harem. It's a closely guarded secret that fairies are actually very s****l creatures. We prefer that everyone view us as pious and innocent as it makes manipulating people's view of us easy, but the reality is much different.

Fairies believe in living by the goddess, mostly naturally. Part of living naturally is not denying what your body craves. Actually, there's even a festival during the summer solstice that's basically just a big orgy.

Adult fairies are overcome by a haze of lust on this night and nearly everyone indulges these urges. But it's not all about s*x. This is also the only night of the year that we can find our mates. So the night usually starts with everyone having s*x with everyone, and ends with a lot of new couples. However, even mated pairs are usually very willing to share partners sexually, especially during the summer solstice. Overall, a surprisingly freaky species.

Except me, but not by choice. Because I'm the heir to the throne, I'm forced to save myself for a royal marriage. I've always found it really unfair, unnatural, and against what the goddess intended. It has been especially difficult because I am now 20 and haven't found my mate yet, so I've had to suffer through 2 hazes, soon to be 3, going literally insane locked in my room after being paraded in front of all the single men that made the trip to the Lakenvale capital in hopes of being my fated mate. The last one was so intense that I eventually lost my mind with lust and ended up sleeping with one of my maids. It was a win-win because I stayed "intact" and therefore still pure for a royal marriage, but finally got rid of some of my long-pent-up lust. We started sneaking around often after that, and although I've really enjoyed myself, I can't help but fantasize about having a man, or maybe multiple at once…

I squirm a bit in the bathtub, pressing my legs together to relieve the built-up tension I've just created with my own thoughts. I have to remind myself that I was forced into this situation and therefore should not enjoy it. I'm basically a s*x slave for an evil spoiled Demon Prince.