Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Delin let out an aggravated sigh. Just as he assumed, this would be a difficult assignment. He's the king of the dark fae. You don't quite understand how powerful he is, the knight said, taking a seat in a chair by the bed, rubbing his eyes with a gloved hand. Of course she wouldn't, just a couple hours ago all of this was fantasy to her. Fae, strange realms, magic, they were just stories for children. The shock of this being real, being kidnapped by some of them, hadn't hit. His eyes moved back to her, and he immediately wished he hadn't looked up. His eyes moved with her hands as they slid slowly along her body, along her curves and down to her groin. He watched hungrily as she started to touch herself, hand playing with her pussy as it seemed she would do it on her own if Delin wasn't going to help. Lust shifted quickly to pity as she stopped, curling fetal into the bed. It was sad, how tortured she must really feel. Especially the first time, the pheromones and energy of a fae hitting the human was intense, overriding anything else in them. The king had hit her with it and just left her there, with Delin to watch and only watch her writhe in pleasured agony. I'm sorry, he muttered, stayed seated as he looked away. Not hurting her was implied with the only not touching, and he let her lie on the bed. This position with the dark fae was terrible, making him a witness to the dark things they did everyday as if it was nothing. Finally the girl seemed to get to sleep, and he could rest himself. As most fae, he didn't truly sleep, entering into more of an aware, meditative state. A few hours passed, and his head turned as he caught movement. Belle was shifting, stirring and starting to awake. His deep blue eyes got contact with her grey ones, and that seemed to set her off. His face went to a look of worry as she started to panic, standing from the chair. Making a judgement called, he figured he could at least comfort the girl. Grabbing the sheet and putting it around her to put some sort of separation between him and her nude body, putting an arm around her shoulders. I'm sorry, it's all right, he said, false words coming from his lips just to try to make her feel better. She was stuck here, pet of the king with little to no chance of getting back to her life. After a few moments, the door to the bedroom opened, Oberon entering with a dark grin across his face. Delin quickly stood, arm crossing his chest and head taking a slight bow. My lord, he said, stepping away from the girl. The king gave a look, noticing how she was nude under the sheet, but didn't think anything had happened. Delin was too much of a coward to try anything that might upset him. No trouble, I assume, the king said, walking over to the bed. In his arms he held some folded clothing, a dress and a small choker. It was tight and cut low, covering up the necessary parts but plenty revealing. It was mostly for his own benefit, to show her off. The choker was mostly symbolic, as he forced her to wear it, showing she was his. A collar for his pet. Get yourself dressed, Amabella, and cease your pitiful tears. You don't want to upset me, do you? Oberon said, sly grin returning as he traced a finger along her jaw. He released a touch of pheromones, trained enough to not drive her crazy like the previous night, but certainly enough to get her past this episode and listen to him, her new master.