Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

A pair of large, and yet surprisingly gentle hands cupped about her shoulders, but before Evelyn could offer any sort of protest he had taken it upon himself to pull her into his chest. At first, Evelyn put her hands to his chest in order to maintain distance between he and her however, her resolve crumpled before she could fully implement it. The first thing her frantic mind happened to process was incredibly soft fur, the likes of which she never felt until now. In fact it was softer than the finest of silks, the most luxurious of velvet. Evelyn choked back a sob, halfway tempted to bury her face in all that softness to cry out every last bit of hurt she had tucked away inside her heart these past several years. Every tear is a word she could not say to her mother, to her sisters, to her father, in her defense. It did not help he is very warm, but strong, despite how large he is in comparison to she. Bright blue -though somewhat darker now under the influence of so many negative emotions- struggled to remain open, however it was useless. Evelyn can feel her resistance breaking, fracturing, until it is no more than pieces , remnants of what it once was. How strange that in this creatures arms, she feels safe, as if no harm can come to her. His voice interrupted not just her thoughts, but the fragile silence, soothing and warm, reminding her of honey, almost and making it to where she could not fight against the impulses any longer. A hand curled into his soft fur, and with more tears spilling down her cheeks, Evelyn buried her face into his chest, sobs causing the small girl to shake. It is because of her inexperience in the ways of sexuality that she did not realize her breasts were pressing into him, or the fact that this could be misconstrued as inappropriate. Her? Happy? Why? How can she be happy when everyone is trying to change who she is? Evelyn prefers books over the company of others, the peaceful and quiet atmosphere instead of rambunctious rambling and ranting about things she cares little about. Not only that, but it seems her opinions and thoughts matter little as well. The Queen bought her a sex slave without taking into consideration how she may feel about the so-called gift. Everyone likes to make decisions concerning her and without consulting her beforehand. How can she happy-? Evelyn twisted as to face him more so, because in pulling her into this unexpected embrace, her legs had ended up curled uncomfortably underneath her. It is very comforting in his arms, oddly enough. It seems that she is calming down, even though she does not necessarily want to. Why? Why does she find this to be so soothing-?! It does not make any sense! Evelyn sniffled every now and then, roughly rubbing at her face and eyes in an attempt to hide, per se. Yes, of course he already knows she is crying but it does not mean he has to see her red, puffy eyes or her swollen face meanwhile! You? Be punished? Evelyn finally found the words to say after an awkward moment where she had pulled away just enough to look at him, but through a curtain of gold. N-No. No, no, no. I would I would not punish you, ah Did she ever get his name earlier? Not likely. If she had, it has slipped her mind. Evelyn is ashamed to admit it, but she has not an inkling what it could be, nor does she care to try and guess. Red rising to her face at this point in time, Evelyn fidgeted and yet, she was reluctant to leave his soft, warm embrace. It was not unlike being wrapped in her favorite blanket in front of a roaring fire and, well she is having difficulty getting her thoughts together. The tips of her ears burning, she could not meet his eyes, nor could she bring herself to look at him. I I know you do not wish for me to return you, Evelyn realized she blurted out far too late. Of course she could not take the words back, but instead carry on. I just I do not know what I would do with a slave, she continued, though the last word she could not say any louder than a whisper, as if it were bad or cursed. I am not interested in pursuing sexual entertainment nor do I wish to experiment or explore the possibilities I just I do not know. Evelyn finished this on the softest of sighs, letting her head rest against his shoulder. It is true that her eyes are red, that they are puffy, that her face is swollen as well however, it diminished the Princess natural beauty little.