Strangefate
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 5, 2014
Violet flinched as the autumn lady reformed before her eyes, the Fae’s elegant shape suddenly entwined with her own, hands settling atop her slim pale shoulders. The sensation that followed the creature’s touch stole both her words and breath away. It seemed to travel directly through her skin, tingling up her spine and deep into her core. She could only listen as the woman spoke, her warm fragrant breathe enveloping her senses.
The queen had plans for her. That is what she was being told. Plans that protected her from being harmed, plans that involved changing her somehow. She didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, but the thought did very little to calm her nerves. The glimpse of fear that passed through Etain’s expression upon mentioning the Queen’s displeasure was in itself alarming. If something could rattle this sly imposing creature then how terrible must it truly be?
As Etain returned to the matter at hand, finger burning a gentle path from her chin to her chest, Violet bit the inside of her lip, a flush creeping into her cheeks. She was frightened of the woman yet entranced as well. Was it relief she felt when she finally pulled away or disappointment? Could she even trust herself in this strange place? How much of what she experienced was true and how much the result of the Fae’s magics?
“I could probably just…” Violet started to reply then trailed off, knowing the woman was not going to be satisfied until she did as she’d asked. Reaching around she unfastened her bra and shrugged the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then followed her panties, pushing them down her slim hips, until they fell past her knees and she could step free of them. Crossing her arms over chest, Violet now turned back to Etain, her blush rekindling as she awaited her next instructions.
The queen had plans for her. That is what she was being told. Plans that protected her from being harmed, plans that involved changing her somehow. She didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, but the thought did very little to calm her nerves. The glimpse of fear that passed through Etain’s expression upon mentioning the Queen’s displeasure was in itself alarming. If something could rattle this sly imposing creature then how terrible must it truly be?
As Etain returned to the matter at hand, finger burning a gentle path from her chin to her chest, Violet bit the inside of her lip, a flush creeping into her cheeks. She was frightened of the woman yet entranced as well. Was it relief she felt when she finally pulled away or disappointment? Could she even trust herself in this strange place? How much of what she experienced was true and how much the result of the Fae’s magics?
“I could probably just…” Violet started to reply then trailed off, knowing the woman was not going to be satisfied until she did as she’d asked. Reaching around she unfastened her bra and shrugged the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then followed her panties, pushing them down her slim hips, until they fell past her knees and she could step free of them. Crossing her arms over chest, Violet now turned back to Etain, her blush rekindling as she awaited her next instructions.