Duke Colus Hilton and his brother Mason Kisser, half-siblings whose mothers were such great friends that they married their daughters to each other's sons. Their husbands were gone, leaving them with the place of power–a little too convenient in the eyes of their scrutinizing rivals. Every year, the mothers took a long vacation together. A couple of hundred slaves accompanied them to a remote place that changed every year. They would return to their seat of power after a few months, but the slaves? Their bodies would feed the crows and the woodland beasts.

Alas, caught engaging in a sexual act upon each other by one of their sons, they were hanged by the order of the capital, and the power fell into Hilton's hands, as he was the one to have reported the unholy act. Upon taking his seat as the duke of Corus Hold, a land with many small villages that acted as outposts for the capital, Hilton tried to escape the shame that his mother had brought onto him.

Being married to the witch's daughter did not help. In the eyes of the public, he would always be controlled by them. The son of the bush-licking duchess, and the husband of another who was born to one. Nowhere could he escape the insults. So much so that once the water went over his head, he had both his wife and his sister executed.

His brother did not object but rather supported him throughout the process. The sisters and wives begged the two, but in the eyes of those men, they were nothing but the source of their lingering insults. Hacked away and put on display, the heads of the sisters were used as a symbol in the duke's assembly outlawing the profane.

What a joke, it was. A mockery of law given his own depraved tendencies. Perhaps it was his mother's blood or just pure depravity born from the corrupt nature of power, but sex and kink never left the Corus Hold as he and his brothers fucked numerous slaves every other day.

Their families weren't beyond their depravity either. And with the prospect of their future sons ruling the duchy, their aunts and their remaining step-sisters and cousins threw themselves at the two brothers. In the name of keeping the bloodline pure, the court allowed it. Even encouraged the townsmen to send their daughters over for a chance to gain the dukes' favor. Many women were offered, and many offered themselves. But in the end, somehow somewhere, the brothers grew a sweet tooth for the demi-human slaves.

Their warm fur wrapped around them, the weight on their bodies that couldn't be rivaled by any human, along with their enhanced vigor to go on for days, many a demi-human girl had established their place in the brothers' hearts. However, even being the ruler of the lands, they had to hide their actions from the capital. Thus, sharing false last names with their demi-human wives and children, the dukes kept things quite vague.

Nobody knew whose children were whose. The brothers would go inside their harem room together, and together they would come out after having their fill. As for any slave that dared open its mouth, its tongue was cut off, and its body was thrown into a whorehouse. Locked in place by a gibbet and free for use by any man. Further muddying the paternity in case the women were already pregnant by the dukes.

The depravity of the brothers continued for a long time. But what used to be a habit quickly turned into addiction. An addiction that the capital began investigating. One of their many servants was replaced by an informant of the sages. The man lived and made a few lovers of his own inside the depraved den that was the Corus Castle. Gaining their trust, he weaseled out their secrets and eventually managed to gather enough evidence to topple the dukes' reign.

However, the spy, before he could make it back to the capital, was caught by one of his lovers. The dukes soon learned of his betrayal, and the man was hanged, and the evidence was destroyed completely. Going as far as killing each and every single one of their demi-human partners, the brothers tried to scrub themselves clean, but it was already too late.

While the capital hadn't learned about their actions, the lack of a report from the spy and his disappearance launched further investigation. The dukes were brought to question before the queen, and under her lash of iron, the brothers were made to come clean. And yet, to the surprise of many, they were forgiven. Given another chance at ruling, however, there was one condition to this deal.

Unmanned by a physician, the dukes would father no more children. Reluctant as they were, that was the only way for them to continue breathing. At first, their desires raged still, but as time went on, their minds and bodies stilled. Focusing instead on their land, they tried to keep things stable, but in the end, lacking authority over their people after the news was made public, their attempts to control and tax failed miserably.

Worse were their policies and financing. The women that they'd killed were from the regions they ruled, and the woe of their people reached the dukes through their lips while they were still living. But now, their hold over those regions was slowly slipping away.

The daughters of farmers once helped with the season and the seedlings to disperse amongst the public. The daughters of jewelers and landlords helped with taxation and debt collection, and many others had helped the brothers, for some had, in fact, fallen in love with them. Only for them to be killed by the orders of their beloved.

"Tired of those imbeciles, the people revolted and raided my father's mansion." Coming to the end of the story, Freya had everyone stunned. "They looted all that they could. My father and his brother both hanged themselves before the people found them. They were too scared to face the mob and ended it themselves."

Lifting her head, she looked at Charlotte.

"I… I was one of the few kids allowed to roam around, so I unlocked the dungeon where they kept Charlotte and other Demi-human kids. They ran, and so did I, but truth be told…" Taking a deep breath, Freya closed her eyes. "Nobody was chasing us. The people there didn't want to hurt any kids; they just… were tired of our father fucking up everything.

And with that said, silence descended over the wagons like a thick blanket. Everyone had a lot to think about and process, and taking that as her cue, Freya leaned her head against the wagon's walls and decided to fall asleep. As for the others? They had a lot to think about, far too much for most of their liking.

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