There was a moment of silence. Cassandra, Daniela, and Bela looked to there mother who caught of guard by Y/N forward words.

Y/N now realizing what he blurted out in the heat of the moment.

I didn't mean to come out so fucking crass!

I didn't mind~

Bela smiled at Y/n licking her lips.

Control yourself my dear, his honeyed words shall be the dagger in your ribs if not careful... But I would be lying if his 'crass' introduction wasn't somewhat refreshing~

She smiled at him firing back with her expertise in flirting, the cherry on top was how she leaned down giving Y/n a peek down the valley of her ample chest.

Many have come to court me, many have offered to kill for me...

But you? It's the first id actually believe it~

But games aside, Mother Miranda calls you a prophet for a new age... With valiant blood, let's see if she's correct. Girls~

Wait! Whose this Mother Miranda character? H-hey!-

Bela wraps her arms around Y/n neck as he's lifted to his feet. Cassandra forces his right hand forwards while Daniela helps contain him.

Cassandra pulls a sickle out from under her dress and cuts Y/n palm open with the tip if the rugged blade.

Lady Dimitrescu grabs his hand and drags her tongue along the bloody gush, savoring his flavor like wine. He eyes widen and she begins to hungrily lick his his palm in am act if sheer ecstasy, she begins sucking on his fingers looking him in the eyes as her tongue caresses every inch of his skin.

She pulls away leaving a chain of saliva hanging in the air, the gasp she let out almost sounded like a moan as she covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

: Oh my~ pardon me i lost track of time there but i must say your flavor Y/N... Exquisite~

Oh dear mother can we have a taste now?!

In due time my darlings, first we must in form the mother of our findings. In the meantime make our guest comfortable~

The girls laughed as Y/N only looked confused and anxious, Lady Dimitrescu turns away from him and gives him a golden view of her real treasure; a thick luscious beauty of an ass.

It was a wonder short lived as Cassandra and Daniela ran hooks through his hands that hoisted him off his feet to the point he was looking down on the quartet of sadistic woman.

Y/N: {Thoughts} Not a word! Don't give them the satisfaction of hearing you cry... Its what they want most...

Lady Dimitrescu cooed and ran a finger along Y/N tense lips then down his neck before gripping it tightly restricting his breath with her inhuman strength.

So brave~ but all walls break after the weight of the world becomes to much my little tin soldier~

With that she releases him, she walks out of the room ducking underneath the door frame as her daughters follow.

Bela lags behind to pick up the blood stained handkerchief, as she did she gave the hung up protagonist a shock as he realized the lack of underwear she had on.

Glancing over her shoulder at him with a smirk, moving her dress aside so he could see her ass in full she laughed and stalked over to him as she sniffed the bloody rag.

Mmm, Mother was right. You smell.... Delicious~

Bela walked up to Y/N face level with his pants zipper, pulling the zipper down with her teeth she smiled and ran her hands along his inner thighs.

His breath quickened, trying to hold his composure but the flush in his cheeks was a give away.

I wonder if you taste as good as you smell handsome~

Before she could play with Y/N further the sound of a phone ringing down the hall. She sighed and walked away with a swing of hips in every step.

Maybe before Mother hands you to the priestess she'll lets play with first... Until then Mr. Callahan~

With that she waves the handkerchief in the air before disappearing in a cloud of black bugs, the door slamming shut behind her.

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{Thoughts} FUCKING HELL! My body hurts and I got blue balled... Jesus help me... Either kill me now or follow through.......... Why am I so angry about this?.... I want her? No, no I want all of them.... God i sound like Travis eight shots down the rabbit hole.... Come on soldier!! Breath. Plan. Wait. Attack.... Look where you are, trapped in a castle with four blood thirsty witches BUT four is less then the thirty outside these walls so first... Getting down?

Y/N looks at his hands, the sight of meat hooks piercing his body made him cringe but he had to go on. He tried to reach over with one hand but there wasn't enough chain to reach and same was the result for the other, so far all he'd down was twist the hook in his wounds.

oh for fuck sake!... Chased by werewolves, shot at it, thrown left and right, had my blood drank, and teased by some goth BITCH!

Y/n jolted and cussed, his anger rising as the memories start catching up to him.

I. Am. Not. Some. Plaything!

On cue he rips the through his hands off the hooks splitting them open down the middle. He falls to his knees biting the sleeve of his jacket withholding his pain once again.

He scrambled to his feet and patted his pockets but he had no healing solution only the empty bottle.

Shit...

On the other side of the room he noticed a bottle of wine chilling on ice, walked over and popped the cork throwing back the bottle and drinking in the contents.

He felt like he hadn't drank anything in a week but this was delicious, it felt like silk on the tongue with gentle hues of garden berries with a soft metallic after taste. Before Y/n knew it he was holding an empty bottle to his lips.

{Thoughts} Okay im not much of a wine person but that was a whole experience...

He licked his lips but shrunk behind the chair as he heard a voice call out from the depths of the castle.

Cassandra? Come here, mother requires you.

Y/n peeked out of the door and into the hallway, empty by appearance atleast. Walking out he followed the chatter till he returned to the lobby looking down through a guard rail on a balcony.

Cassandra prepare the waiting room while your sisters prepare for the exchange meanwhile I'll send the Cuban boy in the kitchen to meet Mother Miranda at the gate.

{Thoughts} Cuban boy?!

Yes mother, shall we be disposing of him?

Lady Dimitrescu paused and rest a finger on her cheek.

No, it would be a waste of tolerable food.

The daughter bows as she walks away slowly dissolving into bugs as Lady Dimitrescu walks the opposite way, once both had exited Y/n stood up.

{Thoughts} You'd think living in this castle you'd have doorways made easier, nevermind... She said the Cuban boy in the kitchen... Please tell i can get the fuck out of here soon...

With that Y/n hurried down the steps, trying to grip his pistol but it was impossible with split hands and no healing.

He decided to follow the door Lady Dimitrescu exited, he could hear her large steps but she was no where in sight.

{Thoughts} I fucking hate this, I fucking hate this, I fucking hate this...

Eventually he found himself in front of a set of double doors, a light showing through the crack and muffled voices. Kneeling down to glance through the keyslot he sees them, Lady Dimitrescu and Travis.

You'll great Mother Miranda, take her to the waiting room while alongside the other lords.

Yes milady.

Travis was dressed head to toe in dapper formal ware, his hair pulled back in a neat bun as if attending a fancy ball tonight.

Good, before your done here bring up a new bottle. Preferably a virgin aged 16 or 17~

My pleasure as always my queen~

Travis attempts to kiss her hand but Dimitrescu reels back in disgust and anger, slapping Travis across the face. Her superhuman size and strength catapults Travis against the back wall with a thunderous slam that even the lights flickered.

YOU'D BE WISE TO REMEMBER YOUR PLACE YOU UNDIGNIFIED CUR, I'VE TOLERATED YOUR PERVERSE GAZE LONG ENOUGH NOW SO DON'T CHALLENGE MY GOOD NATURE YOU FILTH!!

Travis quickly stands just to fall to his knees uttering a thousand apologizes to her, but the door creaked and Dimitrescu glared and swung open tbe large oak doors.

She looked down the hall to see a single curtain fluttering softly, she eased back and placed hair back into the correct spot under her hat.

While doing so she noticed some of Travis blood on her glove, a mere droplet or two but she sneered and removed the glove dropping it on the floor.

Repulsive...

The glove landed on the floor beside Y/n foot, he moved further behind the door lurking just out if Dimitrescu's sight as she sauntered down the hall.

Y/n moved quickly but cautiously, Travis arose from his obedient kneeling on the floor and opened a pantry full of wine but he gasped as something pulled him in.

Y/n pushed Travis to the back of the pantry as he shut the door.

: Y/N?!

Travis! Jesus how are you alive, don't care we gotta go-

What happened to your hands?!

Those pinned me up and sucked my blood but we gotta leave, I know an exit in the wine cellar.

They tasted your blood...

Travis sounded disappointed, Y/N rolled his eyes and glossed over the statement as stockholm syndrome setting.

I'll explain on the way for now i don't wanna get pinned again while those Mother Maria-

Miranda. And are you telling me you ran? If Lady Dimitrescu finds out-

The air grew ice cold as a shriek rolled through the castle.

DANIELA, CASSANDRA, BELA. FIND ME THE SOLDIER!

{Thoughts} Oooohhhh piss...

Y/n grabs Travis by the tie and yards him out, dragging Travis through the hallways till they reached the lobby again.

The frontdoor a mere sprint away, but the sudden arrival of Dimitrescu and her daughters entering in behind changes the plan.

Before getting caught the duo hurries up the stairs to the second floor overview.

Nothing in the towers.

No sign or scent in the dungeons.

Well keep searching, the only door left is the front entry and where the hell is the servant?!

We just have to wait for Queen super sized bitch to look away...

Travis ignores the rest of Y/n statement, he slides back and reaches towards a shelf.

Y/n... Do you have the time?

Why does that matter?

A small clock bell tolls.

Travis has struck Y/n over the head with a clock, then a second strike sends Y/n over the railing falling onto the lobby floor while the ladies watched.

Travis what the fuck?!

Milady, I believe our guest doth protest too much!~

Finally making yourself useful Travis... Girls grab him~

You simp-ing fuck-

Cassandra makes the first move, but Y/N rolls over and pulls the trigger on the shotgun. A loud blast blows out Cassandra's entire left hip.

But no blood instead a swarm of flies begins to overrun the wound and rebuild her body. She smiles at Y/n sticking out her tongue as the steel buckshot rolls off like marble on the floor.

{Thoughts} Buckshot doesn't work, of course the witch regenerates on top of that bullshit!

The shotgun wasn't completely useless, no damage done but Cassandra was slowed down enough while Y/n made a break for the door.

He watched as a swarm followed him on each side, Bela and Daniela blocked the doorway; however, the window was unguarded and he still had a shell in the chamber.

Y/n blows out the metal frame of the window letting the icy mountain breeze rush in. The girls screamed amd reeled back ad frost quickly grew along their dresses.

He jumped through the remaining glass, falling into the snow.

Scrambling to his feet he loads the last two shells into the shotgun, with all his stamina remaining he pushed forwards.

{Thoughts} FUCKIN' TRAVIS, FUCK THIS CASTLE, FUCK THIS VILLAGE, FUCK MOTHER MILF TITS AND HER BAND OF-

Suddenly the shotgun flew upwards, spinning through tbe air before falling at the castle doorstep where Lady Dimitrescu stands.

Y/n tries to move...

A hunk of metal latched onto Y/n leg, the weight kept him down as another latched on till his entire leg was armored against his will.

A metal cuff latched onto each wtist pulling his fists to the ground forced to take a knee as his attacker cheerfully walked up the path.

Couldn't even contain our new friend for a day Alicia?~

: ...Heisenberg...

Heisenberg skips around Y/n resting the head of his enormous junk hammer on the back of his head.

Oh relax sister, I won't tell Mother Miranda... Well she already knows we heard the clusterfuck from down the hill~

Well like I said on the phone little brother, Y/N has proven to be more then just a soldier-

Yeah yeah he made you feel like a real woman all hot and bothered, but to fall prey to such a scrawny looking field mouse...

{Thoughts} Shut up...

I mean I got him pinned in a few seconds and you've had all day with him... Not much of a challenge really~

Heisenberg takes his hammer and gives it a twirl turning his back on Y/n.

{Thoughts} not a challenge... I've carved my way through terrorist cell more then you can count and walked through mortar fields... I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT KINDA FUCKING NIGHTMARE I AM!

Y/n, by some deep innate force of nature in him, opposes the magnetic force as Heisenberg brags on. Slowly he rises to his feet his hands reaching up for Heisenberg's unaware neck.

Y/n could see his stained amd shackled hands come up, blackened veins growing from the wounds as his hands begin regenerating while he could feel the heat of life and rage fill his fingers once again.

Y/n doesn't feel anything, no heat no cold. Peering down he saw four sword like appendages protruding from his stomach. They slowly pulled back as Heisenberg turned around looking Y/n in tbe eyes in wonder at how his hands came so close.

Y/n falls onto his chest, watching a crimson pool grow around him while Lady Dimitrescu walks in front of him and Heisenberg while her claws retract.

No challenge at all Heisenberg?

Heisenberg said nothing as he kneeled down studying Y/n just as he passes put entering darkness.

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End of Ch.4

Quick Note: Very long I know but we got a lot down and a lot happened lol.

Feel free to comment below, feedback or suggestions are welcome~

¤¤¤ One question I do have for the reader's is do you want more then 4 lords? It would mean more chapters + bigger harem?