[ She lets out a ragged, breathless moan as his nails dig into her, watching him thrust desperately. He's beautiful in his climax, and sad, like a caged thing that hasn't realized yet it's caged.
No, she isn't going to relate to him that way. They're nothing alike. And she has no need for his weight or his warmth draped over her like this.
She combs her fingers through her hair, the other hand dragging nails lightly across his skin, knowing he's the most sensitive he's ever felt. ]
Will you take me to bed, Servant? You've tired us both.
[ He shivers beneath her, his body still humming from the pleasure of his orgasm, from the feel of her body around him. Maybe even from the magic still twined so tight around him, sinking into him deeper with every breath, now that he’s triggered each and every aspect of it.
His head is still too clouded, though, to think of that. He just hums in quiet contentment for any excuse to stay wrapped around her, buried inside of her. Arms lift her, even though he doesn’t pull out, not yet. She’s an easy fit in his arms and he delights in having her there.
Although he pauses a moment later as he glances around her kitchen, at the counter he’d just taken her on, and then around at the doors leading away from here. ]
[ She sighs out sharply as he lifts her, his still-hard cock shifting in her overly sensitive cunt. She holds her strong legs around him, settling into his hold and letting her head fall against his. ]
Through the door, then to the doors at the end of the hall.
[ That guilt rises again, but she knows it must be done. It will be a walk through the main hall of the Low Court, and everyone will see. That was always the plan. That he is marked as hers, that she has subdued him, that she, the untouchable, has taken a plaything.
Well, if she has a pet, it follows that he be allowed to sleep in the comfort of her chambers. ]
[ He turns towards the door she mentioned, expecting to step out into a dark hallway or something leading deeper into the little cottage. From outside, it hadn’t looked as if there were many rooms in the little house, and what he’d seen so far had only confirmed it as a humble little dwelling on the outskirts of the Fae lands.
What he’s not expecting, as he steps across the threshold, is to find not a humble hallway but what looks like a massive, cavernous hall, vibrant and green, covered in plantlife and trees and vines. The sky is open overhead, but in shades of color he’s never seen before, greens and pinks and oranges, like a sunset but it’s as bright as day. Which has him blinking again, because it had been growing dark before he’d entered the cottage. The sun should be long since set by now.
It’s only when he draws his gaze away from the brilliant sky and the wondrous surroundings around them that he realizes… they’re not alone. There are creatures here - Fae, all of them, he can tell. A few of them are humanoid in appearance, as his Mistress had been, but they were a scarce few. Far more of them had wild, strange shapes. Massive limbed forms or plants growing from their bodies, hunched and distorted versions of animals and other creatures he had no name for.
They watched him with hungry eyes, fixed intently on her as he stopped short, pinned in place. A sudden fear shuddered through him, the very strong sensation of prey walking into a room full of hungry predators. His mouth gone dry, his wide eyes flirt around their surroundings, even as his arms tighten around Tifa - clinging to her or trying to protect her, it was hard to tell. ]
[ She feels the cold fear of prey slide though him, and she wonders too when he clings to her if its out of protection for her or fear for him. She's aware of their eyes, too, some approving, some protective, some storing this away to hurt her later. That was what it was to live at court.
She smooths her hands down his neck, squeezing him tighter, her gaze out to challenge anything that might sneer at her. She is not vulnerable in this moment. She is in complete control. ]
Nothing here may hurt you while you are mine, not without my permission.
[ She murmurs it lowly, careful not to sound too soothing. The cottage, at least, had been private. Here she had a face to maintain. ]
[ He shudders, because all those eyes on them - few of them feel friendly and he still feels pinned in place, like a cornered hare, his pulse pounding loudly in his chest. he’s never been more aware of his nakedness, of the fact that he left his clothing and everything behind and he is more vulnerable than ever right now.
But she soothes him, voice murmuring in his ear, nails scraping lightly against the nape of his neck, he shudders again, warmth rushing through him at her touch. He swallows thickly and manages a nod, ducking his head as though making himself smaller might make him less noticeable, even if he knows that’s impossible.
There are no friends to be found in this place, he thinks. But he just carries her on across the hall, trying to keep his fear hidden as he carries her to the door leading to her quarters. ]
[ She can taste his fear, smell the way his body changes. There's an odd mix of protectiveness over him, mixed with the acrid satisfaction of this human suffering so easily.
Had she and her people not felt that, every time his had come to slaughter?
Her coaxing works, and she feels him make the slow steady walk to the door to her chambers. It opens, because she wants it to, and inside is a suite that is once humble and full of luxurious furniture and fabrics. The roof looks up to the sky, and the windows look on forest clearings of different seasons. She does love this place; not many are allowed here. ]
Set me down, servant. You are safe from them here.
[ He carries her over to her luxurious bed, setting her down on the soft mattress and among the blankets and pillows. He leans over her as he does so, still reluctant to withdraw from her, but lowering her to bed has his still-hard cock sliding out of her, even as he gives a soft groan over the loss.
He licks his lips, gaze flitting to her face, brow still furrowed in concern. ]
[ She sighs too as he retreats, surprised at the empty feeling it leaves behind.
He is so gone now, though, looking to her for answers in his fear. She reaches a hand up to his face, patting it gently. ]
You asked if I could show you the way to one of the Courts. You had already found it, and I am it's leader. So really, tomorrow's work is already done. And many tomorrows after that. Why don't you rest, servant? You may share my bed.
[ She withdraws her hand, her fingers going to unlace her corset. The magic has left her tired, and the stress of a heavy thing done has her feeling heavy. It isn't the worst thing, to have a warm body to cling to in her sleep. ]
[ He blinks at her as those words sink in. Something in him knows that’s important - the reason why he was here, the reason he’d been looking for one of the Fae courts in the first place.
But his thoughts were still utterly hazy and clouded with only thoughts of her and none of those reasons rise to the surface, as if everything beyond right now, and her presence before him, is lost in a strange, heavy fog.
When she mentions him resting, he realizes, finally, how utterly drained and exhausted he feels. Like something has sapped out all his energy. His gaze drops to her again, and something in him is eager to curl up against her in bed, but he watches as her fingers go to the laces of her corset and he starts moving before she can. ]
[ The magic is stronger than she realized, for him to still be that sluggish on his own motivations. A good precaution, but it makes her uneasy about how he will react when he has returned to himself. That is definitely why she feels so uneasy, and not because, as he moves her hands out of the way and gently undoes her laces, she's reminded of a very old, very buried fantasy from her youth, of what it would be like to have a human lover.
He had not been drugged and enchanted in any of those fantasies. Whatever this was, it wasn't real. ]
Thank you, Servant. If you wish to bathe, you may. The washroom is through that door.
[ He glances down at himself, because he could probably use that. After days (he thinks?) of traveling on the roads and then their coupling tonight… He didn’t want to ruin her sheets.
[ He relaxes at that, another task he can worry about later, rather than feel he is no doing enough right now.
He takes a step back, offering her a small smile, still not at all self-conscious over the fact that he stands before her naked and vulnerable. ]
I will be quick then, Mistress.
[ he turns and quickly slips away to the chamber she’d pointed out, to clean up from the day and wash the remaining signs of the road - and their pleasure - from his skin. ]
[ The tub he finds in the bathing chamber is full of gently steaming water, the oils carrying that same sweetly floral scent her skin had. Intoxicating and mesmerizing, and he was pretty sure he was already growing addicted to it, finding it the most wondrous scent he could think of. It meant that the bath left him still seeped deeply in the hold of the night’s magic, of her spell, of the power of her allure and scent. He groans as he sinks into the water, boneless and sluggish and mind blessedly empty except for the awareness of her. The lingering want that that he doubted would be sated anytime soon.
If his body hadn’t been so exhausted already, he might have returned to seek her out for more.
As it is, after nearly dozing off in the tub, he manages to get out and dry himself before staggering back to her bedchamber. And then into her bed with a sleepy sort of eagerness. ]
Yes, Mistress.
[ His voice is a soft, adoring murmur as he climbs in beside her, stretching out alongside where she lays. His arms wrap around her, drawing her close once more, and he buries his face against her throat, inhaling in another lungful of her dizzying scent before trailing soft kisses along her warm skin. ]
[ She needs that time too. To center herself. To steel herself.
All of that evaporates the second he comes back, nestling into her like the pet he is. Like a child. Like she's safe and going to protect him.
Her arms go around him, gently stroking his sweet-smelling, warm skin. She takes a rattling breath, determined not to let the tears come. How long has she ached for someone to hold her dear, to shield her with affection in the privacy of night and dark rooms? But not like this. This is a lie. This is a curse. ]
Good boy, [ she murmurs, because that's all this is, all she's reduced him to. ]
[ He drifts off like that with ease - something almost unheard of for him, who’d always made it a rule to not sleep with any of his dalliances or short-term lovers. But wrapped around her, the scent and heat of her is more than enough to coax his mind into blissful emptiness that never lets up all through the night.
It’s not until the early morning rays of the rising sun fall across his face that he starts to stir, albeit with a somewhat sleepy grumble at being awakened so early and an obvious reluctance to let go of her. ]
[ It's strange for her too. She sleeps deeper than she expects, but when she awakens, there's a moment of panic, utter confusion at the hefty weight wrapped around her.
That's the panic, and not how good it feels to be in someone's arms. A weakness she can't afford, especially not when it's him.
So she doesn't stir, collecting her thoughts, telling herself it's to keep him from waking.
Finally, she strokes at his hair, murmuring ] Good morning, Pet. We need to get you presentable for Court. But since you have been so good, you may nestle with me a little longer.
[ comes the sleepy murmur from where his face is still buried against her shoulder, his arms warm and secure about her waist as he remains curled around her smaller form.
He’s definitely not fully awake yet, since that word has absolutely no meaning just yet, even if it should. ]
[ There’s a sleepy moment of confusion, his mind feeling bogged down and weight under a mixture of the deep sleep and the lingering grasp of her magics from the night before.
Something about her words leave him feeling a little unsettled. Disoriented. But he can’t put his finger on why. Or find his way through that niggling senses that he’s forgotten something. Something important. ]
[ There's no cruelty in it, but there's nothing soothing either. Just a detached, neutral observation. He'll hate her for it, and he has every right to. ]
[ But there’s no hate in him just now - it’s still a foreign concept to him, drowned out beneath sleepy contentment and the lingering pleasant haze of her magic. Of the pleasures of the night before, the hunger and want and utter satiation she’d offered. He wants to cling to that longer, wants to float in it for as long as it lasts.
Humming softly under his breath, he nuzzles in close again, nose pressed against her throat, drinking in the intoxicating scent of her. ]
Okay.
[ Is it? It feels like it should be, and that’s enough that his brain still isn't really questioning it. Nothing unpleasant about this has reared its head yet so his pleasure-suffused brain is okay being led along by the leash her magic still has on him. ]
[ Her breath hitches, tears misting her eyes. She knows what it is to trust and be tricked. She knows what it is to have her will taken.
He burned your village she reminds herself, hands fisting against the blankets. This is deserved. Necessary.
It still feels miserable. She never wanted to be a villain in order to protect the people she cared about. But she would.
That's when she hears the door open -- and there's only one person with the key. ]
Tifaaaa [ Comes the other woman's sing song voice, and in another moment Aerith is leaning in the doorframe, grinning at their lounging naked forms. ] Oh, he's pretty isn't he? Makes your job more fun. I brought you breakfast. And cake.
[ Tifa's expression softens. Aerith always knows when to check on her. And a rehearsal of presenting her prisoner is appreciated. ]
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No, she isn't going to relate to him that way. They're nothing alike. And she has no need for his weight or his warmth draped over her like this.
She combs her fingers through her hair, the other hand dragging nails lightly across his skin, knowing he's the most sensitive he's ever felt. ]
Will you take me to bed, Servant? You've tired us both.
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His head is still too clouded, though, to think of that. He just hums in quiet contentment for any excuse to stay wrapped around her, buried inside of her. Arms lift her, even though he doesn’t pull out, not yet. She’s an easy fit in his arms and he delights in having her there.
Although he pauses a moment later as he glances around her kitchen, at the counter he’d just taken her on, and then around at the doors leading away from here. ]
I’m not sure where your bedchamber is, Mistress.
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Through the door, then to the doors at the end of the hall.
[ That guilt rises again, but she knows it must be done. It will be a walk through the main hall of the Low Court, and everyone will see. That was always the plan. That he is marked as hers, that she has subdued him, that she, the untouchable, has taken a plaything.
Well, if she has a pet, it follows that he be allowed to sleep in the comfort of her chambers. ]
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What he’s not expecting, as he steps across the threshold, is to find not a humble hallway but what looks like a massive, cavernous hall, vibrant and green, covered in plantlife and trees and vines. The sky is open overhead, but in shades of color he’s never seen before, greens and pinks and oranges, like a sunset but it’s as bright as day. Which has him blinking again, because it had been growing dark before he’d entered the cottage. The sun should be long since set by now.
It’s only when he draws his gaze away from the brilliant sky and the wondrous surroundings around them that he realizes… they’re not alone. There are creatures here - Fae, all of them, he can tell. A few of them are humanoid in appearance, as his Mistress had been, but they were a scarce few. Far more of them had wild, strange shapes. Massive limbed forms or plants growing from their bodies, hunched and distorted versions of animals and other creatures he had no name for.
They watched him with hungry eyes, fixed intently on her as he stopped short, pinned in place. A sudden fear shuddered through him, the very strong sensation of prey walking into a room full of hungry predators. His mouth gone dry, his wide eyes flirt around their surroundings, even as his arms tighten around Tifa - clinging to her or trying to protect her, it was hard to tell. ]
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She smooths her hands down his neck, squeezing him tighter, her gaze out to challenge anything that might sneer at her. She is not vulnerable in this moment. She is in complete control. ]
Nothing here may hurt you while you are mine, not without my permission.
[ She murmurs it lowly, careful not to sound too soothing. The cottage, at least, had been private. Here she had a face to maintain. ]
Do as I asked; take me to my rooms.
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But she soothes him, voice murmuring in his ear, nails scraping lightly against the nape of his neck, he shudders again, warmth rushing through him at her touch. He swallows thickly and manages a nod, ducking his head as though making himself smaller might make him less noticeable, even if he knows that’s impossible.
There are no friends to be found in this place, he thinks. But he just carries her on across the hall, trying to keep his fear hidden as he carries her to the door leading to her quarters. ]
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Had she and her people not felt that, every time his had come to slaughter?
Her coaxing works, and she feels him make the slow steady walk to the door to her chambers. It opens, because she wants it to, and inside is a suite that is once humble and full of luxurious furniture and fabrics. The roof looks up to the sky, and the windows look on forest clearings of different seasons. She does love this place; not many are allowed here. ]
Set me down, servant. You are safe from them here.
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He licks his lips, gaze flitting to her face, brow still furrowed in concern. ]
Where are we, Mistress? I thought… the cottage?
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He is so gone now, though, looking to her for answers in his fear. She reaches a hand up to his face, patting it gently. ]
You asked if I could show you the way to one of the Courts. You had already found it, and I am it's leader. So really, tomorrow's work is already done. And many tomorrows after that. Why don't you rest, servant? You may share my bed.
[ She withdraws her hand, her fingers going to unlace her corset. The magic has left her tired, and the stress of a heavy thing done has her feeling heavy. It isn't the worst thing, to have a warm body to cling to in her sleep. ]
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But his thoughts were still utterly hazy and clouded with only thoughts of her and none of those reasons rise to the surface, as if everything beyond right now, and her presence before him, is lost in a strange, heavy fog.
When she mentions him resting, he realizes, finally, how utterly drained and exhausted he feels. Like something has sapped out all his energy. His gaze drops to her again, and something in him is eager to curl up against her in bed, but he watches as her fingers go to the laces of her corset and he starts moving before she can. ]
Let me, Mistress.
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He had not been drugged and enchanted in any of those fantasies. Whatever this was, it wasn't real. ]
Thank you, Servant. If you wish to bathe, you may. The washroom is through that door.
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So he just nods and straightens again. ]
Yes, Mistress. Is there anything else you wish?
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[ The better he remembered tonight, the stronger the magic would hold. Not that he needed it, but no sense stopping when she'd already done so much. ]
Tomorrow, you may bathe me. [ He may be less enthused by it by then, but she can always change her mind. ]
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He takes a step back, offering her a small smile, still not at all self-conscious over the fact that he stands before her naked and vulnerable. ]
I will be quick then, Mistress.
[ he turns and quickly slips away to the chamber she’d pointed out, to clean up from the day and wash the remaining signs of the road - and their pleasure - from his skin. ]
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This was strong magic, and it wasn't going to be an easy road. She'd have to show the Court what she was doing, and it wasn't to her taste.
And worse, she'd enjoyed it. And she felt sympathy for what he was going to go through.
She forced herself to call up that memory, her town on fire. He deserved this. The humans deserved this.
She gets up, going to a basin to dampen a cloth and clean herself, and she's settled in bed by the time he gets back, covers turned down. ]
Come lay with me, Servant.
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If his body hadn’t been so exhausted already, he might have returned to seek her out for more.
As it is, after nearly dozing off in the tub, he manages to get out and dry himself before staggering back to her bedchamber. And then into her bed with a sleepy sort of eagerness. ]
Yes, Mistress.
[ His voice is a soft, adoring murmur as he climbs in beside her, stretching out alongside where she lays. His arms wrap around her, drawing her close once more, and he buries his face against her throat, inhaling in another lungful of her dizzying scent before trailing soft kisses along her warm skin. ]
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All of that evaporates the second he comes back, nestling into her like the pet he is. Like a child. Like she's safe and going to protect him.
Her arms go around him, gently stroking his sweet-smelling, warm skin. She takes a rattling breath, determined not to let the tears come. How long has she ached for someone to hold her dear, to shield her with affection in the privacy of night and dark rooms? But not like this. This is a lie. This is a curse. ]
Good boy, [ she murmurs, because that's all this is, all she's reduced him to. ]
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It’s not until the early morning rays of the rising sun fall across his face that he starts to stir, albeit with a somewhat sleepy grumble at being awakened so early and an obvious reluctance to let go of her. ]
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That's the panic, and not how good it feels to be in someone's arms. A weakness she can't afford, especially not when it's him.
So she doesn't stir, collecting her thoughts, telling herself it's to keep him from waking.
Finally, she strokes at his hair, murmuring ] Good morning, Pet. We need to get you presentable for Court. But since you have been so good, you may nestle with me a little longer.
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[ comes the sleepy murmur from where his face is still buried against her shoulder, his arms warm and secure about her waist as he remains curled around her smaller form.
He’s definitely not fully awake yet, since that word has absolutely no meaning just yet, even if it should. ]
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[ It is also to humiliate him, but it's hard to feel any sense of revenge like this. At the very least, he needs to be cognizant. ]
Besides, don't you want them to know you are mine?
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Something about her words leave him feeling a little unsettled. Disoriented. But he can’t put his finger on why. Or find his way through that niggling senses that he’s forgotten something. Something important. ]
Am I yours?
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[ There's no cruelty in it, but there's nothing soothing either. Just a detached, neutral observation. He'll hate her for it, and he has every right to. ]
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Humming softly under his breath, he nuzzles in close again, nose pressed against her throat, drinking in the intoxicating scent of her. ]
Okay.
[ Is it? It feels like it should be, and that’s enough that his brain still isn't really questioning it. Nothing unpleasant about this has reared its head yet so his pleasure-suffused brain is okay being led along by the leash her magic still has on him. ]
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He burned your village she reminds herself, hands fisting against the blankets. This is deserved. Necessary.
It still feels miserable. She never wanted to be a villain in order to protect the people she cared about. But she would.
That's when she hears the door open -- and there's only one person with the key. ]
Tifaaaa [ Comes the other woman's sing song voice, and in another moment Aerith is leaning in the doorframe, grinning at their lounging naked forms. ] Oh, he's pretty isn't he? Makes your job more fun. I brought you breakfast. And cake.
[ Tifa's expression softens. Aerith always knows when to check on her. And a rehearsal of presenting her prisoner is appreciated. ]
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