A day late - The Castle Under the Swamp

Greer walked in, and started to go towards her room.  A bit hesitantly due to not sure what was waiting for her.

The haven unfolds before her. There is a rather ominous silence, and the shadows are deep and forboding.

A single light flickers unimpeded deeper in the cavern and the usual warmth wafts up along with perfumes...

She heads to her room, hoping that's the right course of action, and worried at what he is going to do.

As she crosses the threshold of the haven, the door snicks shut behind her. The heavy stone door is...solid. An elaborate runic glyph flares to life across the surface that makes her very dizzy to gaze upon.

Deeper into the haven, the tunnels twist about. Her room is almost in view. As her hand approaches the doorknob, a soft whisper sounds behind her.

"You are late pet..."

"I got lost in the music." she says softly.

She feels long fingers begin to pet her hair, but cannot see their source.

"That is a pity, pet. You have broken my rules. And now you must be punished," his tone is a purr, but semi-detached. "You must taste discipline. Among other things. You understand that, don't you, pet?"

very softly "It was an accident" but with a resigned tone.

"Motivation is irrelevant. All that matters is the rules were not kept sacrosanct," he purrs outside her ear. She can smell his breath, but see no face. The scent smells faintly of cloves, sex and something akin to very rich vitae.

"Tonight, I am your Pappi. Say it. Say that you will be a good pet after you have been disciplined."

The longer fingered hand hasn't stopped petting her hair in long, slow, strokes.

A soft shudder goes through her "Yes ..." she swallows "Pappi." pausing again "I will be good..." again pausing then taking a breath "pet after punishment." her voice barely there.

He sounds very pleased, as he purrs quietly into her ear.

"Very good..." he says, and as his long fingered hand cascades down her hair, it forms a first suddenly and lifts her a full foot off the ground. His voice becomes growling and deep and resonating. "For you, I think, I will play. Your punishment will be deeply satisfying for me. And you will be... oh so sore afterward."

He chuckles richly and begins to drag her off down the darkened tunnels. The laughter echos along the stone, growing in volume until it is deafening.

A shudder runs through her at his gleeful deafening laugh. A slight pull against his hold to see how tightly he has her.

He has her quite completely. The finger might as well be steel bands woven through her silky hair. Her heels drag against the stony halls, and his pace is rather swift. In the course of a few moments they stand in a theater style room lit with multicolored flaming torches.

"Good evening, children," he says loudly. She can see clearly now... they stand on a stage. She cannot see all the equipment as it is covered in cloaks and fabrics. The seats are filled, to the one. Most are women or young girls. The closest row is youngest, clearly children. The farthest row the oldest, girls in their mid-twenties perhaps. They are all squirming in their seats from some unseen pleasure. Purple mists circle their feet and their eyes are glazed with drugged pleasure.

"Hello Master," they respond in broken unison of a trained classroom.

He holds Greer up to present them to their audience. "This is Greer. Say hello, children."

They say quietly, in that same broken unison. "Hello Greer..."

"She is my pet. She has disobeyed my rules. Tonight she is to be punished. Tell them, pet."

"I am to be punished as Pappi orders and I shall thank him when it is done." her voice with an edge of fear but she says so. Looking at him, then looking back at the girls, and so confused.

The girls all giggle and moan quietly. They squirm in their chairs and hands begin to wander over them slowly, taking in the show.

Finally, The King in Yellow ripples into view. He is clad in leather, but bare chested. His blue glory is full to see. Casually, he begins hooking fingers under her clothing and starts to easily rip them from her body.

"Very good, pet," he says once she is free of clothing. A hand of woven steel remains in her hair, shaking her lightly just to remind her he held her. Then he folds himself into a chair and pulls her across his lap smoothly. A heavy hand lands across her backside with an audible clap. It hurts. A lot.

"You disobeyed my rules, pet. You took it upon yourself to stay out past curfew," another heavy slap on her other cheek. "You have brought disharmony to my evening. And for that you will be punished."

He lays a half a dozen more strokes into each cheek, not stopping until they are bruised and red.

"Thank me for loving you as deeply as I do, pet, to correct this behavior."

"Thank you for loving me enough, to correct my behavior Pappi, and taking time to personally handle my punishment." her smooth as silk voice replies to his request.

He swats her behind once more, then slides her to the floor. He slowly unfastens the buttons of his pants, revealing his large manhood. The fingers in her hair draw her lips towards him.

"Do not speak. Answer with your body," he twitches at her. "You say your misbehavior was an accident. What certainty do I have that you will not break my rules again?"

Greer looks at him, his member, then the floor, and yeah well she couldn't give a promise that the music wouldn't sweep her up and hold her till dawn again.

She attempted to lean forward, to kiss his feet, and then take him into her mouth.

The act of submission seems to please him. He swells slightly at the touch of her lips. Then he draws her by the hair onto him.

A sigh of pleasure escapes him. Tonight he tastes... absolutely delicious. He has laced himself with his own vitae. Potent. Ancient. Fertile.

"Very good, pet..." he sighs contently and uses her hair to guide her, increasing his pleasure with her body. "I believe you mean to try, at least. Yes?"

She nods her head, taking more and more of him in her mouth, trying so hard to please him. Looking up at him, his taste making her want him even more than before, trying to take more and more of him. Carefully trying to add her hands to his pleasure if he will allow it.

The King in Yellow spreads his legs, allowing her greater access to his pleasure. And he rewards her further with a slow trickle of his essence into her waiting mouth. He is, without doubt, the single greatest flavor she has ever had. Mystical and light, filled with ancient and hidden lore, viscous and terrible.

His fingers keep her hair firmly trapped, but allow her head some freedom for his increasing pleasure.

"Take a lesson, children. When I come for you, see as my pet does and I will be pleased."

She can hear choirs of moans, pleasure, and girls giving into the sights before them and touching themselves.

Her fingers gently cup his balls, seeking the line between, gently applying pressure as she takes him fully into her mouth, down her throat, and softly humming with almost no sound, trying to please him greatly and seek his forgiveness.

He purrs quietly, pleased. A first offense, in his world, was more a warning then force. Next time, however...

The King in Yellow swells inside her, rigid and content. He groans at her ministrations, and feels a great release. She is flooded with the sweetest of vitae, dribbling into her and about her. The steel fingers in her hair release her slowly and begin a gentle stroking.

"I forgive you, pet. This time," his voice is warm and fatherly. "What do you say?"

Drinking as much as she can, she looks up at him, huge green eyes looking up at him "Pappi, thank you I was a good pet right?"

The King in Yellow nods, "A very good pet. Come, I wish to enjoy you further." He pats his thigh and helps slide her into his lap.

Once she is settled he begins to casually play with a breast and allows his long fingers to begin dallying between her legs. "I am going to select some of the girls from the audience tonight. Tomorrow you are to service them in any way they desire. To remind you of your place in my world. The next day, if you have performed well, your roles will return to what they were previously. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes Pappi, as you wish I will be a good girl." said soft and smooth as velvet. Her nipple responding as he fondles her breast, the hoop still there, and watching him with a quiet intense stare.