The sleeping scouts: - The Castle Under the Swamp

The King in Yellow smiles, leaning back and pulling her to his chest. Idly, he strokes her hair and sighs contently.

"Such a good girl you are. We will start with dance, I think. Both ballet and the kind that please daddy best. You will learn to love those dances best, I think, in time."

"I will learn to love them if you love them, Daddy." The worlds rolled from her lips in a sincere, somewhat fearful confession, as one would admit their true feelings for another with the doubt that their love would not be reciprocated. Her little fingers travelled up and down his chest, resting against him comfortably.

The King in Yellow kisses the top of her head.

"I do love them, pet. You make me very happy. And when we dance," he sighs contently. "Oh, I feel so good. Content. The pleasure wells inside me like a fountain. It... makes me very happy. And you are such an obedient little girl. That makes me very happy too."

He strokes her cheek again gently.

"I always want to make you happy, Daddy. I would rather die than make you upset." She frowns at the idea, continuing to run her hands along his chest.

The King in Yellow basks in her light pets and pats as he himself idly fondles her legs and back. Nothing too obtrusive; she was likely far too sore to play again tonight. But soon... soon he would dance with her again. She had proven to be a glorious find. Now the question was, would her new sister Rachel prove to be as obedient.

She yawned softly, nuzzling against him, her little body curled up against his.

The King in Yellow lifts her easily and carries her in the crook of his arm. They walk back to her chambers easily, he hums under his breath an ancient lullaby. Once in her room, he goes to the now overflowing Armour and it's dozens of lingerie, dresses and overly sexy apparel that has been added during their day of walking.

He settles her on the edge of the bed and lifts her gown over her head and hangs it easily in the standing closet. Thick, gentle kisses are placed over every inch of her body. The heavy bath robe he has worn since that morning is left on the pool and he stands before her once more perfectly nude in his sculpted body. Gently, he slides onto the bed and under the covers before pulling her into a spoon and draws the covers up to her neck. Under the covers, he continues to fondle her gently with no other agenda then to enjoy the feel of her body against his.

Claire's body responded with each touch he spared her, each touch - no matter how gentle - causing her little frame to writhe against him. Full lips parted to let escape a small sigh of pleasure, proclamations of her love and dedication to her Daddy falling from her mouth in sleepy murmurs.

The King in Yellow continues to fondle her gently as she slumbers, delighting in her frame and responses. Once she is well and truly asleep, he allows her dreams to take hold.

In them, he is a gentle lover and she knows nothing but bliss. She lives only to please him, and he dotes upon her. He drinks of her blood freely and she drinks of his. The dream is warm and safe and pleasant, and she never wants for lack of love again.

Other sisters come into her life in the dream, servants and friends. She helps her daddy pick out new girls to pleasure him and helps train them in what he likes best. Their family is warm and delightful and she wants for nothing.

She wants for nothing. Ever. Again.

A small, pleased smile crossed her soft lips as she slept, and as she warmly nuzzled him she gave a content sigh.

A Family was all she had ever wanted, and now she had that.