The sleeping scouts: - The Castle Under the Swamp

She stared up at him quietly, tilting her head curiously. "What kind of a dance?"

"Its a dance good girls do for their daddy's to make them feel good. Come, I will show you."

He rises from the bed and claps twice. A slow, beat filled seductive tune begins playing softly in the room. He guides Claire from the before and slowly turns her so he is standing behind her. Placing long fingered hands on her hips, he starts to guide her body to dance as a slow strip tease might dance.

She moved with him, her movements surprisingly graceful for her age. She didn't have any clues to what she was doing, but if it's what her Daddy wanted her to do, she would.

The King in Yellow draws her hips against his and presses against her, allowing the youth to feel himself grow behind the thin robe. A hand rises from one hip to slowly caress the flesh if her ribs before settling on her chest.

"Have others touched you as this, pet?"

She shook her head slowly, turning her head to glance up at him. "No.."

The King in Yellow continues her slow undulation against his hips. He allows his hands to wander up and down her slender form.

"I enjoy touching you thusly. Do you like pleasing daddy like this?"

She nodded once more, a sweet smile spreading over her lips. "Yes, I like pleasing Daddy in all ways."

The long fingers trace small patterns along her throat as he chuckles quietly.

"You are such a good girl. I am so very pleased you wandered through my wood."

He leaves fingers about her throat while his free hand travels down to explore the tender place between her legs.

Her head tilted back as he spoiled her neck with gentle touches, glancing up at him once more. "I'm glad I did, too.."

The King in Yellow slides his hand about about her throat and squeezes gently for perhaps two heart beats. Then his hand slides down to her collar, shoulder and traces down to capture a wrist. Carefully he guides to back to his lips for a series of gentle kisses and nips.

She shivers slightly as he gently brushed his lips and teeth to her soft skin, watching him, completely enthralled.

A fang grazes against her skin before he carefully penetrates her flesh to taste the sweet essence of life hiding just below the surface. He draws little, savoring her. Between her thighs, his fingers explore and tease more aggressively, pulling her hips against his insistently. A soft growl forms in his throat.

She whimpers softly, unsure of how much she appreciated this.. but she didn't resist.

A supple tongue caresses along her wrist to close the wound and clean the last trace of blood before he turns her gently to face him. He places the hand he controls on the knot binding his silken robe while he reaches for her other hand to join. His fingers entwine with hers and he guides their hands to undo the knot and reveal his perfect nude form beneath.

He releases her hands long enough to slip from the robe and allow it to pool behind him.

"You will learn the steps of this dance quickly, I think. But as we begin, I will go most gently with you."

"What kind of a dance..?" She asked, a slight twinge of fear in her tone. She glanced to the pile of silk on the ground, before glancing up at him confused.

"The dance of pleasing your daddy. It can please you too, if you let it. First, you must entice me. Your hips and figure have done just that. Now you must prepare me. Then you must submit."

He takes her hands and gently applies them to his already growing manhood, instructing her through example how best to touch. He applies a small amount of pressure to her shoulders, to prompt her to her knees before guiding himself to her lips.

In truth, her fear and hesitation had been as thrilling as her compliance. He was quite enraptured with her so far.

She followed his instruction, obviously entranced by the sight before her. She had never seen a man nude before, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. Cautiously, she flicked her tongue forward, letting it dance ever so gently against just the tip of him.

He purrs softly at her explorations.

"Good girl," hhe says softly, stroking her hair now. "Explore with your mouth. Use your flesh to give me pleasure."

His hips rock ever so slowly forward, as he continues to stroke her hair and cheeks.

She whimpered softly, her little fingertips traveling exploring the entire area, as she moved forward. Back and forth, until momentarily she gagged, pulling back and shaking her head. "It's too big.."

The King in Yellow nods slightly, "We will train that response out of you, in time. Try once more, pet, unless you are ready to submit now?"

He strokes her hair again gently, smiling at her.

She nuzzled her head into the touch, her gaze fixed on his face. "Submit..?"

The King in Yellow nods.

"It means giving yourself to me, pet. In this instance, I would take pleasure from your body, which I find most pleasing."

He strokes her hair and smiles.

"You want to make daddy happy, don't you?'

She may not understand entirely, but with his question she gave a firm nod. "Of course I do!"

The King in Yellow bent and collected her I have his arms gently. He carried her easily, lifting her face to his lips, allowing his to find hers and place slowly passionate kisses to her. She needn't understand completely; escape was already long past for her. So, rather he kissed her and fondled her flesh while carrying her to the silken sheets and laying her down gently.

"That's my good girl."

She returned the kisses as best she could, slowly becoming more and more familiar with the feeling.

Anything to please Daddy.

She laid on the sheets, the feel of the silk against her smooth, perfect skin causing her to move against it, enjoying the sensation.