She was aware this had been her plan, but her plans were all terrible garbage and she was an idiot, as has been well-established by now. Never mind that it appeared to be working. She begrudged him being hot and she begrudged him being right. She wanted something better to be afraid of than the future. Something immediate, and something that wouldn't kill her. Right then. That moment, anyway.
Then the King took off his cloak and she was distracted by the way he put it under her head like a pillow--as if her hair didn't already have leaves and twigs in it from their tumble through the woods. But not distracted enough not to see the way his wings flared briefly out. She shivered, and could feel herself start to flush. Goddamnit. Gareth had been right, she was a monsterfucker. What a terrible way to find out.
She was glad she still had pants on, otherwise she wasn't sure the condition she would have found herself in when the King pulled her hand down between her legs. She could excuse being aroused after this point, but if she'd been aroused before--she didn't think she had been, but what did she know?--she would have been very upset with herself.
"I-I dunno," she stammered. It was hard to think with the King's hand sprawled over her neck, even gently, with his mouth near her ear, whispering obscenity, with his hair rubbing against her cheek. "I know tha' what happens is whatever ya want, but I don't... know what tha' is." The King's mind was inscruitable, and yet incredibly straightforward in other ways. She had guesses, but they were frankly more like fantasies. She couldn't pretend she thought they were likely to happen. Although they were seeming pretty likely, with her hand between her legs and his teeth near her neck.
"S-sometimes, I try t' guess, but..." Those sometimes, her hand normally wound up between her legs like it was now. There wasn't a lot to do in a dark cell when one woke up in the middle of the night, panting and sweaty and hot and confused. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine this was a nightmare that she'd just woken up from, that she was alone in her room.
She hated telling Gareth things. Even when he had her like this, she was normally all obscenities and anger. What was it about the King's sharp blue eyes that made her want to blurt out stupid things she'd never say otherwise?
"I... kept thinkin'... that I'd come t' the castle proper, because of th' proposal and... I had..." Plans was a strong word for nebulous, unfinished ideas. "Thoughts," she settled on. "I was gonna bring tribute and see if y'wanted t'play a game." She wanted to facepalm at her own stupidity, in retrospect. She hated her half-finished tribute. She'd never get her run through the castle now; the King would know she was practicing. He might not care, admittedly, so confident he was that he could always best her.
"I never seem t'know what y'want," she admitted, flushing darker. Mostly because she did, in fact, always expect him to kill her. "And I definitely dunno what I want from you. It's confusin'." She was easily confused in such things to begin with, as Gareth could probably attest. Maybe it was because he was half-succubus, but she'd swear he knew what she'd enjoy way before she did.
Bree laughed in delight at Declan's protest, then rubbed at his head, mussing his hair.
"You can always tell when an elf's lost an argument once they pull out the elder business," she said, delighted. "You're all our elders. We're the babies of the family." And she was the youngest, by a few years. As far as she was concerned, that meant she should be getting spoiled.
Before she could take advantage of Declan being put directly to the ground--and she'd been intending to, at great length and with the significant cruelty that only a sibling could match--Gareth hauled her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Drunk, but not drunk enough to appreciate being undignified in ways she hadn't done to herself, she flicked at Gareth's ear. "Dickhead. For someone who said I shouldn't be like the King, you sure are acting like him. He's the only one who gets to pick me up like this and get away with it." The King got away with everything. It was his nature.
Bridget squirmed, but when she reached for something to grab for leverage, she realized there was little of access to her other than his horns... and she didn't feel like getting thrown through a wagon yet tonight. That wouldn't work. Quickly, she thought about the King, a brief meditation on all her favorite things about him, and when her tail began to furiously wag, it was at just the right angle to smack Gareth repeatedly in the face.
Then the King took off his cloak and she was distracted by the way he put it under her head like a pillow--as if her hair didn't already have leaves and twigs in it from their tumble through the woods. But not distracted enough not to see the way his wings flared briefly out. She shivered, and could feel herself start to flush. Goddamnit. Gareth had been right, she was a monsterfucker. What a terrible way to find out.
She was glad she still had pants on, otherwise she wasn't sure the condition she would have found herself in when the King pulled her hand down between her legs. She could excuse being aroused after this point, but if she'd been aroused before--she didn't think she had been, but what did she know?--she would have been very upset with herself.
"I-I dunno," she stammered. It was hard to think with the King's hand sprawled over her neck, even gently, with his mouth near her ear, whispering obscenity, with his hair rubbing against her cheek. "I know tha' what happens is whatever ya want, but I don't... know what tha' is." The King's mind was inscruitable, and yet incredibly straightforward in other ways. She had guesses, but they were frankly more like fantasies. She couldn't pretend she thought they were likely to happen. Although they were seeming pretty likely, with her hand between her legs and his teeth near her neck.
"S-sometimes, I try t' guess, but..." Those sometimes, her hand normally wound up between her legs like it was now. There wasn't a lot to do in a dark cell when one woke up in the middle of the night, panting and sweaty and hot and confused. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine this was a nightmare that she'd just woken up from, that she was alone in her room.
She hated telling Gareth things. Even when he had her like this, she was normally all obscenities and anger. What was it about the King's sharp blue eyes that made her want to blurt out stupid things she'd never say otherwise?
"I... kept thinkin'... that I'd come t' the castle proper, because of th' proposal and... I had..." Plans was a strong word for nebulous, unfinished ideas. "Thoughts," she settled on. "I was gonna bring tribute and see if y'wanted t'play a game." She wanted to facepalm at her own stupidity, in retrospect. She hated her half-finished tribute. She'd never get her run through the castle now; the King would know she was practicing. He might not care, admittedly, so confident he was that he could always best her.
"I never seem t'know what y'want," she admitted, flushing darker. Mostly because she did, in fact, always expect him to kill her. "And I definitely dunno what I want from you. It's confusin'." She was easily confused in such things to begin with, as Gareth could probably attest. Maybe it was because he was half-succubus, but she'd swear he knew what she'd enjoy way before she did.
Bree laughed in delight at Declan's protest, then rubbed at his head, mussing his hair.
"You can always tell when an elf's lost an argument once they pull out the elder business," she said, delighted. "You're all our elders. We're the babies of the family." And she was the youngest, by a few years. As far as she was concerned, that meant she should be getting spoiled.
Before she could take advantage of Declan being put directly to the ground--and she'd been intending to, at great length and with the significant cruelty that only a sibling could match--Gareth hauled her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Drunk, but not drunk enough to appreciate being undignified in ways she hadn't done to herself, she flicked at Gareth's ear. "Dickhead. For someone who said I shouldn't be like the King, you sure are acting like him. He's the only one who gets to pick me up like this and get away with it." The King got away with everything. It was his nature.
Bridget squirmed, but when she reached for something to grab for leverage, she realized there was little of access to her other than his horns... and she didn't feel like getting thrown through a wagon yet tonight. That wouldn't work. Quickly, she thought about the King, a brief meditation on all her favorite things about him, and when her tail began to furiously wag, it was at just the right angle to smack Gareth repeatedly in the face.
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