The sleeping scouts: - The Castle Under the Swamp

The King in Yellow left the scene of his internet pornography room and wove his way through the submerged tunnels to his elaborate guest chambers. He knocks softly once before slipping into the room and looking for the pretty little thing so recently added to his larders.

Claire laid curled up in the top corner of the bed, blankets pulled up tight around her chin. She was serene when she slept, her face nearly angelic, as most childrens' were in the midst of their slumber.

The King in Yellow secured the Mask of the blonde handsome fellow before approaching the bed and settling on the edge. Long fingers brush some of the hair from her face gently before settling a kiss on her forehead.

At the touch of his lips, the little one began to stir, though didn't awaken just yet.

The King in Yellow crawls carefully into bed beside her, drawing her against his chest gently as she begins to stir. Another brush of fingers move the pretty hair from her face. He bends and kisses lightly against her neck, content to hold her lightly until she rouses.

She sighed softly, eyes fluttering open slowly as she felt his touches continue. She made a small 'mm' sound, then stretched as she yawned, nuzzling against his chest as she realized where she was.

"Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?" he whispers to her in a velvety purr. He presses against her lightly, hands slipping under the covers to rest against her bare skin.

"Good, it's so quiet here.." She murmured, still in a groggy state of mind.

"Do you enjoy the quiet? I can have music brought to you, if you would rather," he brushes the hair from her neck and places another kiss below the hollow of her jaw.

She gave a soft sound as he kissed her sensitive skin, shrugging some. "If you want me to hear music.. I don't care either way. The silence lets me sleep."

The King in Yellow chuckles quietly. "I will allow you to sleep in silence then. During the day you can have some notes plucked for you."

He lays another gentle kiss on her neck.

"I have decided to keep you, Claire. Here, with me."

Claire's eyes light up, and she did a small jump from her position, leaping onto the King in Yellow. "Really?!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face all over.

The King in Yellow smiles, basking in her attention and wrapping and arm around her as she antics upon him.

"Yes, really. I spoke with Addison and she isn't cross. So, you may stay. I am... glad you are pleased," he chuckles again. "We will have a room arranged that is a bit more personal, but here will do for now."

"You are so wonderful!" She exclaimed between kisses, covering everything from his forehead to his chin. "Does this mean I have a daddy now?"

The King in Yellow nods, "Yes it does, Claire. You are mine now, and such games we will play."

He smiles up at her, stroking her back and allowing his eyes to drink in her slender form.

Claire giggled joyfully, placing one final kiss on his nose before reaching down to hug onto his neck, nuzzling her nose to the crook. "You're wonderful, King in Yellow.."

He strokes her hair slowly.

"I prefer daddy, I think." He chuckles and allows her to cling to him for another moment before patting her hindquarter a moment. "Stand, darling. I should like to see you better."

She stood back on the bed a bit, looking so happy she could burst. "Daddy, then."

"Good girl," he chuckles a bit.

"I will get you some new clothing too. Something to accent your flat stomach. Yes..." he shrugs out of his shirt slowly. "Turn for me, darling so that I might see you from all angles."

She turned slowly, like she were a ballerina. She was surprisingly balanced on her toes on the squishy matress, her arms held straight out, fingers poised.

"You are so lovely, pet. So lovely," he sighs contently. "And with such grace. We will put you in dance class as well."

He chuckles quietly, gesturing for her to come forward with a single finger crooked in a come hither.

"Dance class?!" She exclaimed, moving towards him obediently.

The King places a kiss on her lips gently.

"Ballet, you have the grace for it."

He strokes her sides slowly, smiling at her happily.

Excitment flooded her features more intensely than it had before at the mention of ballet, and she in turn reciprocated the kiss softly. "I can't wait!"

Long fingers cup her cheek as she reciprocates the kiss. Her excitement was pleasing to him, but then there was likely little that she could do that he could not find some pleasure in.

Another kiss is placed on her lips, growing slowly more intense, lips slightly parted now. The long fingers of his other hand rise to cup one of her hips, running a long thumb over the hollow place along her pelvis.

"Good. I am... pleased. Let us try another dance before I make a ballerina of you; a dance to celebrate."