King Jakov of Braluse sat at his throne and waited as his head advisor, Andrija, led the females into the great hall one by one. The act of selecting a queen wasn’t one he relished. His harem would continue to see to his needs, as they always had. He had no use for a woman to sit by his side and rule the Kingdom of Braluse with him. He’d done so on his own for centuries. However, the prophecy called for the choosing of a queen by the night of the sixth red moon of his reign. Disobeying and angering the gods was not something Jakov wanted to do. Red moons occurred once every one hundred years and if he didn’t select a queen by the rise of this one, he would never have an heir.
That was not acceptable.
His people, the Avistaurus’ of Braluse—part human, part shifter, were immortal. The entire planet of Hafoca was inhabited with various forms of bird-like shifters. All the tribes were able to shift into a bird of prey. In addition to shifting into a bird of prey, they could also shift into some other animal. That, of course, was dependent upon the tribe. The Avistaurus’ shifter forms were that of an eagle and a bull. His child would share in these traits if it was male, as all males did.
The females on Hafoca were only immortal once they began to take a male’s semen internally on a regular basis. It was not a kind way of life, but necessary to the survival of their breed and tribe.
Each virgin made her way past Jakov. Their faces were veiled with only their eyes showing, giving them an air of mystery. Gold chains adorned their near-naked bodies. Each was beautiful, toned, free from signs of aging but none made his cock stir and his chest burn. It was too much to hope that the woman he was forced to select would actually appeal to his carnal sexual nature. No. He would be lucky to find one he even wanted to bother sinking his cock into long enough to impregnate her with his child. Thankfully, he would be able to roll off the wench and allow his harem to see to giving him adequate relief.
Andrija cast him a wary look and motioned for the virgin nearest him to leave the room. The girls’ eyes were wide with fear as they hurried from the room. He wasn’t sure why he was so feared. He thought himself a fair ruler. Merciful. Strong. Fearless. The people seemed to have a different opinion of him.
“King Jakov, many women have passed by you on this day, yet you have seen none,” Andrija said.
Rolling his eyes, Jakov shrugged. “I have seen them all, Andrija.”
“Then why have you not selected one?”
Jakov rose slowly. “None have called to me, brother. None have made me cease to think about all but them. We live long lives and I do not wish to be tethered to a woman I am indifferent too. If at all possible, I would rather not have to tolerate my wife.”
Andrija arched a dark brow. “Do my ears deceive me or could it be that the great, powerful King Jakov wishes to be in love with his wife?”
Not wanting to subject himself to his brother’s obvious amusement, Jakov laughed off the idea. “Brother, I merely wish to be able to sink my cock into the woman that will lie next to me for eternity and it remain hard long enough to give my seed to her.”
“I see.” The look on Andrija’s face told him that his attempt at justifying the innate need to be drawn to the one he must choose was not going over with him.
It wasn’t as though Jakov wanted to have these feelings. No. He wanted to be like so many other kings before him. He wanted to pick a wife that was prime stock to assure his sons would be both handsome and healthy.
“Would sampling the women help?” Andrija asked, his dark brown gaze locked firmly on Jakov.
The thought of bedding several virgins in one sitting did sound interesting. Shifting his robe slightly, Jakov felt the stirrings of arousal deep within. He wasn’t worked up enough for his cock to harden but it at least seemed to be interested in the prospect of taking the virginity of many. That was one of his favorite things to do. “Perhaps. Send the next one in. I shall have her wait here for the others then I shall allow her the pleasure of servicing me.”
“Very well, my king.”