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She's My Collar (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Lyra was a brothel elf. There was nothing she could do about it. She found that life whilst living on the streets and she never went back. She was well desired, highly wanted by every man in the province. She was blessed; she had full, massive breasts and hips to match with curves that would kill. She was also the most expensive the house, men could only afford to watch her dance. She had only given her body up once and she tuned out of all of it. She felt nothing, it was all just to help keep the other girls safe and warm, in a place where they would be cared for. Her dancing brought in large sums, so it was nice not to have to do much to keep the ones she cared about happy.

One day, her madam came to her, a frown on her beautiful face, and told Lyra that her contract had been bought.
"By the King." She had said. How awful. To be bought by a human, for the intent of marriage. She hardly noticed her day pass after that, hardly remembered bidding farewell to her friends - her family - before her carriage was pulling up to the massive castle gate.
 
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So, this was it. This was her new life. In bland walls of stone, never to fully see the warm rooms of the brothel ever again.
 
When the carriage stopped, she was helped out by a guard and was escorted inside to the throne room. There, she met the king for the first time. He was a stout, chubby, pig of a man, his legs jutting oit as he sat on his throne. Beside him stood a young man, probably no older than she, with wild mahogany hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Welcome, darling, welcome!!" The king yelled excitedly, "I am Lazar, your future husband! Welcome to your new home!"
 
She made a soft noise, but did not speak. She simply bowed politely. This was hell. This was surely, hell.
 
She nodded again, masking her disgust with some effort. Hadn't even properly known her name.
 
"I can assure you that you'll never feel more safe or at home anywhere else!" Doubtful. "These walls are impenetrable! And I have no one but the best as my guard!"
 
She looked to the man next to the King, as if silently asking a question. Asking who he was? Was he the best?
 
He touched his hand to his chest and bowed his head politely, "Orin. Knight-Captain of the guard. You will never feel any danger so long as I breathe."
 
"Orin! Show her to her room! I had it prepared for her!" Lazar barked. Orin nodded and moved to Lyra, his blue eyes quite entrancing. "Shall we, my lady?" He asked, offering her his arm.
 
He led her out of the room and down the hall, keeping his eyes forward. She was dressed so immodestly that he didn't want to be caught staring - she might take offense after all.
 
"Thank you, Orin." She said, her voice like music to his ears. "And I appreciate you trying not to stare.." she said quietly. "However, I'm used to it.."
 
"It isn't my place to look at my new queen with such desires." He told her, "Though you are quite beautiful, entrancing even, I wouldn't dare offend you or the king like that."
 
He nodded before stopping in front of a door, "This is where you will stay until the wedding. If there is ever a point you feel unsafe," he turned and pointed to a door down the hall, almost in the corner, "that is where I reside. You may call upon me at any time."
 
His eyes flickered with a momentary panic, "No, my lady, I merely desire for you to feel safe and comfortable. Nothing more, nothing less."
 
It was decked out in various beautiful elven works, the bed equally as lavish looking as the one she left behind. It was lovely, but it only made her feel empty.
 
All of this was bought, without any real care. It was elven, but not hers. It was a display, like she was.
 
She didn't realize how long she had been standing there, having her near out of body experience, "Do you like it, my love?" Lazar asked from behind her.
 
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