Victorious

"If you have no men how do you survive?"
She smiled at the fear in the young heir's voice.
"That's where you come in. You impregnate my women and they bear your child. The daughters then grow up to be part of our family. Then we dispose of you."
The man gulped but stood his ground.
"And the sons? What happens to them?"
The Queen laughed, a cruel yet melodic sound.
"We kill them."
The young man's eyes clouded with fear. She took in his gorgeous blood-matted golden locks and strong, masculine body. Slowly, the Queen ran a long finger down the curve of his cheek, smiling as he shook with terror.
"Its a pity," She murmured, "You are a very handsome. Waste."
She stood up to her full height again.
"Ladies take him to the dungeon. Enjoy yourselves."
Three of her warriors instantly came forward and pulled him away. He didn't fight. He couldn't. But he did speak and the queen graced him with an answer.
"What are you people?" He whispered, voice laced in defeat.
The queen smiled.
"Victorious."