Kenda: The Demon Princess

Going home

She might be going back home this night…

Kenda felt the desire to see her homeland thrum through her to the tips of her hair. The white dunes of the Underlands, filtered into her mind. She’d loved watching them change shape from the simple touch of the wind.

It has been too long, Kenda thought clutching at her chest as all the emotions she’d forced herself not to feel as centuries passed by and she remained imprisoned and was bleed dry of her blood and magic surfaced to choke her.

A single tear ran down her cheek to her chin. She sniffed and rubbed her cheek up and down her shoulder to wipe it away.

Soon, Kenda, soon you’ll be home. 

She stared at her hands and cupped them together again. She felt a tingle of magic pulsate through her fingers. She focused on the human female and the magic beacon she’d left inside her.

A thump thump sound began at the back of her mind. Kenda used her magic to amplify it. It grew to a throbbing sensation that travelled down her spine, sinking into the earth beneath her. Kenda could feel it travelling deeper into the earth. She amplified it for as long as she could. She released her hands and placed them on her knees. She knew the Gog could sense when she used her magic without their explicit instruction. A small trickle of magic out of her could have them at her door ready to punish her. Kenda pulled her knees to her chest as she remembered the scars that crisscrossed her back. They had relished cutting her, flailing her very skin off her bones every time she tried to escape. 

This had better work.

She couldn’t stay another day here. She shivered dreading the future.

What if it didn’t work? Doubt creeped into her mind.

No. It had to work.

Kenda tightened her arms around her knees and rocked from side to side. She blinked away the tears that filled her eyes. There was no use in crying even though she felt like bawling like a baby.

She’ll be home soon she had to believe that. Kenda rested her head on her knees waiting.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there for when she suddenly felt the change in the air. There was a rush of footsteps coming to her room.

Kenda pushed to her feet. Her knees ached from sitting in one position for too long, but she forced herself to stand and stare at the door.

Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt light headed as her breath came in shallow gasps. But she couldn’t bring herself to sit down.

A key jiggled in the lock… and it felt like an eternity as she waited for the door to open.

Father… Kenda held her breath as she waited for him to walk through the door, his big formidable body filling the doorway and his white long hair braided in numerous braids to show his status as the king of demons. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him.

The chains jangled as she nervously moved from one foot to another. The door finally opened and three Gog glided into the room to stand in front of them.

Shouldn’t they be dead?

Kenda stared at them in confusion. Her father would have slaughtered them for daring to touch her.

What the f**k?

Kenda turned to the door and…

Liam walked through it. Kenda stared at him unsure of what was happening.

Did her father send him?

Or…Kenda swallowed as she watched Liam. Something was off here… Liam was too confident and he walked into the room as though he owned the place.

Though most females found him handsome with his dark eyes and blond hair, Kenda could never look past his greasy exterior. Depending who you asked Liam was an upstanding citizen of the Underlands, her father’s most trusted advisor and her betrothed. But to Kenda he was a greedy silver tongued sonofabitch who had managed to win her father’s trust, slinked his way into their home and betrothed himself to her.    

What the f**k was he doing here? Where was her father?

Before Kenda could come up with an answer Ramelock, her cousin, entered the room carrying a sack of something heavy. Kenda almost fainted in relief as she saw him.

“Rame,” she rushed towards him glad to see someone from her family.

“Uh uh uh, princess please,” Liam wagged his finger at her, stopping her in her tracks. “Your p*****t. Ramelock?” Liam turned to her cousin. The smug bastard looked so pleased with himself. Ramelock threw the sack at the Gog’s feet. Kenda stared in horror as a few of the contents tumbled to the floor.

Ruben stones. The black stone gleamed catching the light. The stones were the drug of choice in the Underlands and very expensive.

What was happening here?

No. It couldn’t be…

Chills ran up Kenda’s spine as Liam finally turned to her. His black eyes took her in with a lust filled leer that put fear in her heart. But she held her ground. She’ll not cower in this prick’s presence. 

“You are a sight for sore eyes, my princess.” He said walking close to her. He raised his right hand to her cheek. Kenda stepped back before he could touch her. Liam’s eyes narrowed on her in displeasure. “I see the vacation I afforded you hasn’t made you amenable.”

What?

Her shock must have showed on her face, because Liam smiled in satisfaction.

The sick bastard was enjoying this.

“Oh yes, I paid them to lure you here. You see with you gone I was able to make a few changes. Now you’ll have no choice but to marry me.” Liam leaned close to her and whispered, “Before the week is out you will be begging me to marry you. I’ll make you crawl to my bed on your hands and knees and your p***y better be wet, because I’ll be f*****g you whether you like it or not. I only have to take your virginity and you will be mine.”

Kenda’s nostrils flared as anger boiled in her stomach. Without thinking she pulled back and spit in Liam’s face.

The whole room froze at her action. Kenda balled up her fists waiting for Liam to retaliate.

Fuck it! She was ready to let loose on the motherfucker.

She wished he would come at her. She’ll scratch his fucken smug face and gouge his eyes out.

Touch me, I dare you, she growled as the need for violence hummed within her.

“We have to go. We might not be the only ones who picked up on her signal,” Ramelock spoke breaking the silence.  

Liam stepped away from her and pulled out a fancy looking cloth and dabbed at his face. “You’re going to regret that.” There was malevolence in his tone that cooled Kenda’s anger a bit. If he could get her kidnapped by the Gog what else could he do? Kenda didn’t want to find out.

 “Ramelock?” Liam turned to her cousin and walked out the door.

Kenda felt Ramelock’s hand close around her arm.

 “Don’t fucken touch me, traitor.” Ramelock took a step away from her.

Was that regret in his eyes?

Kenda wasn’t sure. She was too confused and shocked to make sense of anything. Three fucken centuries being poked and milked for her magic, all thanks to Liam. She turned away from Ramelock and shuffled towards the door. She swallowed the tears that rose in her eyes. This was not how she pictured her return home.

Fuck!

Was she really going to get married to that sleaze ball?

Fuck f**k, a multiple f***s no.