Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

It is not a question of whether you are worthy of me, Evelyn did not hesitate to reply, though she did find it difficult to look him in the eye, it is a question of whether I am worthy of you. A soft sigh leaving her lips, Evelyn fought not to fidget under his curious eyes, instead focusing on anything but. It was not easy. I know it is a great honor to receive a slave such as yourself, and I know I should be grateful, I should be ecstatic and among other things, I just Blue eyes studied the hands nearly buried in grey fur, heat once again rising to her face as she struggled to find the right words. You are meant to provide services which I have heard of, have knowledge of and yet, not once considered doing myself. I know you have trained in such things, and I am sure for a very long time. If I was to accept you as my slave I would surely prove to be a disappointment. Evelyn does not know if she can handle another set of judgmental eyes weighing so heavy upon her especially since so many others belong to those she cares about and loves, who share the same name as she. A lump in her throat, blue disappeared from view once she closed her eyes, bowing her head until she can no longer feel the uneasy tension at least, not nearly as heavily as she did before. How can she put her thoughts into words he can understand-? Then again, is it worth the effort of repeating herself? Evelyn doubts he will listen because, in his eyes, she is his Mistress, and she is always right. Naught else matters. A soft, almost exasperated sigh leaving her lips, Evelyn decided to indulge herself and bury herself in the silky fur of his chest, since she is at a loss for words once again. It seems no matter what she says, it revolves in circles, and well, it is difficult to put up a decent argument when she can barely think straight. It is comforting to have a pair of strong arms around her, though to have someone hold her without the smallest shred of contempt or judgment. It helps he has the softest fur Evelyn let her eyes draw to a close, simply not quite sure how to handle this most unusual of situations. Never did she imagine finding such a gift chained to her bed nor did she think she would feel the weight of Mothers expectations so heavily upon her shoulders. Must sexual prowess mean so much-? Mayhap it is best she gets it done and over with. It is not as though it makes any difference whether she does it now or later, with a slave or with a suitor. Tendrils of dread wrapping about her heart Evelyn released a sigh and drew back far enough to where she is no longer enjoying his soft fur, but instead looking to the wolf that was given onto her without a thought of her feelings. His eyes are kind, gentle and the most stunning shade of green she has ever seen, however it is but a lie, an illusion cast by the cruelest of sorcerers. Ever since he was young, perhaps younger still, he had to have been trained to devote his heart, his mind, his very soul to a Mistress. It is not as though he cares about her. I suppose I have no other choice, Evelyn whispered, dejection flickering over her pretty features as she offered him a ghost of a smile. I shall let you remain here and if if it The words threatening to overwhelm her, Evelyn swallowed past the lump in her throat, struggling to push past not just it, but the nerves, the impulse to bow her head and hide. A trembling began once again, despite the absence of tears residing in warm blue. Y-Your presence here reveals that my mother will not be satisfied until I have lain with you, or at the very least, lost myself in the throes of passion with a man. Evelyn has no idea how she managed to say it all without a great deal of stuttering, but it seems she shall never escape the one sign that which portrays her embarrassment blushing. It feels as though her face is about to melt off! Is that possible? Not likely, and yet never did she imagine she would find herself in this position. A deep breath failed to calm her frazzled nerves, instead making her more reluctant to speak, to share the idea. If If you would be so kind as to as to pull on the laces of my corset, I shall satisfy not just the expectations of my family, but provide you with the honor of of fulfilling your duties. This is what everyone wants, is it not? It is not just his honor that hangs in the balance. Evelyn slowly rose up to her feet, gently untangling herself from his warm embrace while she looked anywhere but at him. A wave of curly gold hid half of her face as she twisted hands pulling at the neckline of her gown, as to reveal the tops of her shoulders. You You did not fail me, she spoke up, her words no louder than a whisper. You did not fail anyone. Evelyn bit the corner of her lip, the flesh darkening to a red because of the abuse, looking at him from over a shoulder. The tips of her ears were hot, and her embarrassment is very much present however, her smile was small, if not genuine. Blue fabric has pooled about the girls slender frame, barely clinging onto her shapely breasts revealing a great deal of smooth, porcelain skin. A hand kept the dress from falling down completely, though.