The sleeping scouts: - The Castle Under the Swamp

The King in Yellow allows his weight on the girl, enough to feel his warmth as he warms his flesh. Enough to feel his size against her. Enough to feel his presence. And atop her thus, he kisses her for a long time. They grow longer, these kisses. At first, just the lips. Then his tongue gently parts her lips to explore her mouth slowly. His caresses hers and rubs against her lips. The kisses grow longer still, and his lips begin to pull at hers, gently tugging and teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue and lightly with teeth. After a lifetime of showing her how to be kissed and kiss in return, he allows his lips for leave hers and slowly explore down her jaw and throat and neck.

His hands are not idle while his lips are roaming either. At first they just hold. Then they lightly caress. After a time, they slide over her flesh, the tender parts of her ribs, the budding chest and pert nipples. They move to her hips in time, and thighs. They lift her legs and spread them for his access, caressing her pale and perfectly skill. They tease along the inside of her thighs and the outside of her bum. And as his lips finally find her throat, his pulsing, swollen manhood rubs against her down there. The viscous liquid so telltale of his excitement smearing against her sensitive region slowly.

All the while, soft murmurs praising her perfection and what a sweet good girl she is.

Each touch, each kiss and nip was rewarded with a gentle sound spilling from her soft lips, almost a 'mew' as her lithe body arched with his touches. Some things she liked, some she didn't but she took each graciously, because they came from Daddy.

She seemed a fast learner, learning what he enjoyed and what he enjoyed less, continuing to explore with her petite fingers. They trailed down his chest after a time, brushing his swollen length, knowing he must like this to be touched.

Anything for Daddy.

The King on Yellow hovers over her another moment allowing her to explore him with her small fingers. Then, long fingers close about her shoulders and another slips between her legs. Tenderly, he spreads her. Slowly, he eases against. Her flesh with resist him, but it will yield to his whim.

Quietly he murmurs encouragement, such a sweet girl. How pleasing she was, how much a good girl she was being.

She whimpered again as his finger invaded her, fearful eyes still dominated by compassion.

The gentle finger explores and spreads what moisture she has. Slowly he finds all her tender, sensitive places and dotes on these. His lips return to hers and after a time, his finger withdraws from her. He spreads his own moisture of his bulbous head and begins to press it against her. Slowly, he presses into her, claiming her with exquisitely gentle pressure.

She braces as he presses into her, her entire body tensing. Her lips parted with a muffled cry, the pain shooting through her entire body, even with his ever gentle touch.

The King presses into her slowly and slowly. Her soft cry does not deter him, but he whispers soft reassurances of how beautiful she is and pleasing. How she will never want for anything or be without him.

As the bulbous head finally enters her with a potent plop. He pauses a moment to give her a chance to breath and grow accustomed to his size. Lips find hers once more, gently caressing her lips with his.

Her breaths came in ragged little gasps, the pain far too intense for her to enjoy any sort of pleasur. But she did not struggle, did not pull away. As his lips found hers, she made an effort to kiss his lips softly, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes.

Anything for Daddy..

The King continues to work into her once her breath is contained. A slow pressure, and he moves into her slowly.

"Such a good girl. Such a sweet girl. Daddy loves you...."

Arms wrap around he, holding her as close as one can as he fills her as full as he can. And he was very pleased.

Her tiny frame trembles against him, little yelps and moans of pleasure as he sunk himself as deeply into her as her little body would allow. She tried to stifle her sounds, though, her eyes a beautiful storm of pain and adoration.

Through a soft sob, she whispered, "I love you, Daddy.."

Those soft words were enough. Her youth and tension and innocence pour from her and fill the creature atop her easily. And he fills her in turn. He emits a soft sound of the most exquisite pleasure and spills warmth within her. He kisses her cheek and the tears leaking from her eyes. Pity... he had hoped to savor her first time longer. But, her compliance and love had been as gratifying as her flesh.

For a long while, he is still save for a gentle rocking motion, holding her tight and whispering, "I am so proud of you, Claire. You did so well."

He slides from her, slowly so as not to cause her more harm before laying next to her on the bed and pulling her into a tight spoon.

She still trembles in his arms, sniffling quietly, though a smile curved her pretty lips up at his praise. "I want to always do well for you, Daddy.."

The King in Yellow kisses her ear softly.

"I promise this dance will be very nice in time. But I am so proud of you. You did well and made pleasing noises. Your flesh is soft and supple. I will teach you to dance ballet and sing for my pleasure, and you will do these things well for me too."

He sighed softly, genuinely pleased with her. That was so very rare. And to think, he had considered turning her over to his pornographers for their base purposes.

"And we will dress you in pretty things. I think I will have a dress made for you tonight. Yes. To show how well you did. Would you like that, Claire? And perhaps a necklace to accent your features."

"My own dress?" The hope in her voice flooded over the hurt and any remaining fear, "And a necklace?" She settled against him further, the pain seeming less important now. It was not enough of a distraction to keep her from trembling, though she did go on, "I've never had my very own dress.. I would like that very much.. is it troublesome, Daddy? To get me a dress?"

"Not at all. I will have it woven for you this very night," he chuckles a bit. "I will take care of you now, Claire. And you will see to daddy's needs, won't you? And happiness will be your reward."

He gives her a firm squeeze before sliding from the bed revealing his slowly shrinking manhood covered in its mixture of her blood and his vitae. He tugs at a rope coiling down from the ceiling and a distant bell sounded.

"A bath is being prepared for you. While we wait, pet, will you clean daddy? With your mouth as you were doing before," he says quietly.

She scrambled up, pressing past any pain, and knelt before him with no reservation. Without complaint, she began running her tongue from the base up the entirety of his length, working her way around it to properly clean it. Once she had gotten the shaft, she shifted a bit so her lips could take in what little they could of the tip, working that clean with her lips and her tongue.

Once satisfied with her work, she sat back on her knees, focused on him, searching for approval.

The King purred in delight, both at her ready response and her diligence in her work.

"Such a good girl you are."

He bends and scoops her up effortlessly. He doesn't bother with clothing for either of them, instead he leaves and walks back to the bathing room. Indeed, it is filled with steam and the pleasant sounds of hot splashing water. As he walks, he places gentle kisses about her face. Once inside the bathing room, he doesn't hesitate to walk up the marble steps and slip into the tub completely. Against his chest she stays, nude and slight and delightful. Once the water has surrounded them, he begins to slowly and tenderly clean her from head to toe in gentle, insistent strokes.

Perhaps halfway through this treatment a spider the size of a man with the face of a lovely woman slips into the bathing room and smiles at the girl.

"Is this your Claire, Master? My my... she is so lovely! What color shall I weave for her?"

Claire basked in the King in Yellow's touches, content to be near him, his touches sending her into an almost trance-like state. Upon the arrival of the other, her lips parted in wonder, cheeks flushing a delightful pink hue at the compliment.

At the question of color, she glanced to the King in Yellow. "Whatever color would please you for me to wear, please.." she gently offered her two cents.

The King in Yellow chuckles and nods.

"Green, I think. A rich green to compliment her hair. And amber for the center stone of her collar."

The seamstress nods and begins pulling a luxurious shimmery green silk from her spinners and slowly but surely weaving a pretty green dress.

Claire watched the woman with innocent awe for a moment, before she maneuvered herself to turn to face the King in Yellow. She began to run her hands over his body, washing him, her gaze moving around to search for a nearby washcloth to better serve him.

The lavish tub had a variety of salts, oils, soaps and washing accessories lining its edge.

The King in Yellow releases her as she squirms to change her position and smiles at her.

"Tell me about yourself, Claire. I wish to know my little girl. Tell me about your past and your fears. Tell me about your dreams and desires. I am curious about you."

The spider creature chuckles quietly in the background and weaves the dress with surprising alacrity. The dress she crafts is a shimmering green creation. It has spaghetti straps and is nearly backless; the divide will rest just above the curve of her hindquarter. The front of the dress is missing a large diamond section of cloth about where her naval will sit when donned, and cut just a little too low for modesty. When donned, the edge would likely settle about mid-thigh. The spider woman sweeps it up and elegantly lays it on the stone bench before rooting around in a satchel and leaving a small golden necklace as well.

"Undergarments, Master?"

"No seamstress, thank you. You may go."

And she does, after waving to Claire with a knowing look.

Claire smiled politely to the woman as she left, "Thank you!" She called back to her, grabbing a larger bath sponge. She precariously covered it with one of the fancy soaps, then began running it over his body attentively.

"Well.. my past is a little blurry to me, Addison says she found me and I had amnesia. I'm afraid to be alone, and of being unloved. In return, those are the things that I want out of life - to have someone always there to love me.."

She smiled sweetly. "Addison said that was a stupid dream. She wanted me to be a doctor."

The King in Yellow brushes her cheek with the back of long fingers, smiling.

"Humble goals are not at fault. And now that you are loved, my sweet girl?"

Her head tilted into his touch, pretty eyes watching his face. "To make happy He who loves me.."

"Such a good girl you are."

He smiles at her and pats her cheek once.

"Come. You are turning prune like. Let's rinse and see how you look in your new dress."