Realm of Wings

A few generations later, in the realm of wings:

“Your great-grandmother didn’t obtain this kingdom to rule, only for you to snore your way through the day, young Prince!” The maid scolded me.

“Maid? Be careful Kallan! My magic to this day is still stronger than yours!” The black beauty scolded me, after hearing my thoughts.

I grunted as I lifted myself from the bed by summoning my wings to drag me out. My feet could have easily made me walk towards the bathroom door, but I couldn’t find the energy to get myself away from my warm and soft pillows.

“After a hundred-and-forty years, you still can’t fight a night of liquor?” She continued her rant as I let myself be seated on the toilet, without having the bother to close the door behind me.

“I’m not a hundred-…” I stopped mid-sentence. “Shit! It’s my birthday, right?” I asked the annoying female that just stood in the opening of the door, slouching against the post as she is used to my behaviour. I dropped my head in my hands, knowing that this day would become a drag, really soon.

“You should be nicer to me, you know. I have awoken you because your mother is about to get in here, with all the servants and maids of the castle, to get you clothed and ready for your ritual. And you know how she will react to you, if you still would have been sleeping in your bed.” The Fae, whose name is Trixie, explained.

Trixie is my best friend and over a hundred-sixty years old, so she has already gone through her ritual of obtaining her magic, hence the reason she can read my mind so well and she has been doing it for nearly twenty years now! But soon she won’t be the only one that can do that, as I have to go through the whole ordeal myself today.

And even though I hated it that she woke me up, I could appreciate her doing so, as my mother would indeed not be very kind if I had slept out on such a commemorate day. Not that I had cared for this day, late last night, as I could feel the remnants of it bouncing through my head, but I should have. I should have just gotten in bed at nine, so my mother would be pleased to see me all fresh and chipper this morning.

I wiped my ass clean, flushed the toilet and stretched my naked body and my wings, to get the day started.

“You need to do something about that.” Trixie said while she pointed to my standing-to-attention-dick. “Well, I’m not stopping you.” I winked to her, while I pushed my groin forward in a swift move.

“Na-uh! You know perfectly well, that I’m faarrrr from saying hello to that!” She said disgusted, as she was only in to the other sex. A lesbian Fae, who could think of that?

I walked back into the bedroom and found that it was still dark outside, how early did Trixie wake me up actually? I walked closer to my nightstand and found on my watch that it was only five in the morning! Five, fucking, in the morning! The bitch!

“Here is some strong coffee and a pizza from Belladonna’s.” Trixie said, while growling towards the comment of me calling her a bitch in my mind.

I frowned towards the pizza, just for a moment, but Trixie wouldn’t buy my awkward look at all. She knows that this pizza is the only thing she could have woken me up for, and that is exactly what she did just now. Besides, something hearty while my liquor was being washed out with the coffee, would get me clear enough and into the good graces of my mother’s normal behaviour of torment. My mother would come in at six I assume, so I had an hour to get myself back into shape. For the lack of a better word for it.

“I love you.” I simply stated to Trixie, right before I put a pineapple-bacon-slice of pizza into my mouth and moaned. She ignored my statement, as she always did, but really looked disgusted, again, once I offered her a slice of my pizza. “Ugh! How you’ve come to get to that combination and even like it, is beyond me and the whole working team of Belladonna’s as well.” She folded her brows at me and walked out of the room, flipping her long black hair up in the air. “See ya in two hours!” She mocked me through the hallways as she waved her arms up to me.

I laughed on the inside, feeling grateful that she took her time to get me these things so that I wouldn’t have to face my mother’s wrath all grogged up. After slurping my coffee, finishing my pizza, getting showered and shaved, I had only a few minutes to spare, before my mother knocked on the door.

“It’s open.” I stated while I was reading a book, lying on the bed in a y.

My mother came in and actually had her mouth gaped open in disbelief of me being all washed up, cleared up, ready to go and embrace whatever she wanted to unleash upon me. “Trixie?” She asked me with one brow raised and I nodded. “Only if she wouldn’t have been into girls, she would have been a perfect suitor for you.” She commented, sneering me for not having found a woman that I would have wanted to marry.

I could have taken any woman that I want, hell, I have ’taken’ every woman that I wanted, even some of the maids that were crowding my bedroom now. Several at the same time actually… What was her name again? “Kallan!” My mother interrupted my thoughts as my eyes skimmed over a red-headed Fae that stood right next to my bed.

The red-head’s little pink wings had fluttered when she had noticed my gaze upon her, knowing what I had done to that little body a few nights ago, but soon let her wings disappear as mother Queen had snapped at her when my thoughts weren’t under control.

“Hey! I wanted to know her name!” I scolded my mother, while ‘little pink’ was sent out of my room by her, before I knew it. A fake pout came upon my face, at which the other maids and servants started to giggle.

“Quiet!” My mother nearly shouted, at which they all got silent immediately. “Kallan, dear, if you keep sleeping with every able pussy around the castle, I can’t keep them as my servants or maids. They are continuously distracted, as they are drooling all over you, all day! So, stop fooling around and find yourself a proper wife, son!” She scolded me. “Now, get your act together and get ready for the ritual. It starts in a few hours!” She continued and I got baffled by her speech.

“Did you just say ‘pussy’, mother? Now, that’s not how a Queen is supposed to talk, right?” I chuckled to her while faking a shocked expression by putting a hand on my chest.

She just simply growled and yelled an ‘Impossible!’ while walking out of the room. “And they say that I’m an awful person! People should know more about my oldest son!” She yelled in the middle of the hallway, just as Trixie had done an hour ago.

“Dad seriously, these women here are good for sex, but I have no real connection to them!” I stated towards him, as he sat in his chair at the long dining table, next to my mother.

The maids and servants had meticulously washed my body, even though I had taken a shower; had clothed me with ridiculously expensive clothing, which I could have put on myself, but was ordered not to; were feeding me now, as we sat at the table for breakfast, even though I had said that I had eaten already, and what not more. Oh, and I had taken care of ’that’ as Trixie so carefully mentioned this morning as well, of course. I mean, how could I dismiss those luscious lips from the brunette with the red fluttering wings, when she eagerly kneeled in front of me when I was being washed by the others? A small smile rose on my face, but quickly washed away because of my mother’s scowl on hers.

This day, everything had to be orchestrated into perfection, according to my mother’s wishes. Otherwise, our dearly beloved guests, that would attend to see the ritual, would be highly offended. Either I had to face that, or my mother would chase me for days with ridiculous, time-consuming tasks to keep me occupied, other than having the time to stick my dick into a wet crevice, or two.

“I know son, but I’m not getting any younger, you should be looking to find yourself a wife soon.” He said while leaning his elbow on the side of his chair, nearly failing to stifle away his smile from hearing my thoughts. “Your mother and I have decided that as soon as you have passed your ritual, you will venture the realms and find yourself a suitable wife within a year.” He continued while placing his free hand on that of my mother’s, at which she smiled lovingly.

“And why should I do that?” I asked him, as I loved my free will of not being attached to anyone.

“Because if you don’t, we will find one for you.” My mother cut in. “And you should be thankful for the time that your father is willing to give you, because if it were up to me, I would have chosen a suitable wife for you, decades ago!” She continued. Knowing her, she would have done that, if it weren’t for my father. Luckily, I look much like him, as he had been a wild fuck-around himself as well, in his young days, so thankfully he understands my antics.

But even though he could understand me perfectly, I knew the serious looks on their faces. They had let me be wild until this day, being free to be able to fuck every single woman that my eyes could lay on, but I guess that it’s my time to grow up now. I sighed, as I knew that I couldn’t interrupt their way of thinking, of instructing me to find a wife.

Never had I thought that they would push something like this upon me, as my father always managed to keep my mother at bay, at this subject. But today, my father seemed just as relentless to this decision as my mother did all these years.

I pushed away the hand of a maid, that wanted to feed me with a piece of fruit and stood up. I turned myself to get to my room, but got interrupted by my father. “Well?” He questioned, as I hadn’t responded to their statement yet.

“Yes, I will do as you ask.” I replied to them, while looking to them in a respectful way.

I might not like this decision of theirs, but my father had been right, with his eight-hundred years on the clock, he wasn’t getting any younger. And my brothers, who weren’t attending at breakfast here now, as this had been a secluded morning ritual for only the parents and their child that was going to attend the magic ritual that day, were too young to take up on the throne themselves. It was going to be me and no one else, that had to take up my father’s title and ruling, in a couple of years.

My black, shadowed wings appeared from my back and made me hover over the floor while returning towards my room, to prepare for the ritual that was about to happen in thirty minutes.