Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20180329162644/@comment-30014014-20180405180155

"What have I gotten myself into..." utters Keller, watching the scenery with abstract confusion. An elven princess, blasting away at what is supposed to be her guard, in the nude, still taunting him with her pure white wiggling.

"Princess...!" calls one of the staggering guards, only to be struck with yet another lightning bolt by the streaking princess, making sure her butt was still in full view to Keller "I warned you, I am NO princess! I am but this man's breakfast, dinner, AND supper on which his phallus feasts upon every! Single! DAY!"

"But princess--" tries to call yet another guard just recovering from the initial blow, once again sent in disarray midair, this time accompanied by her vindictive yet horribly seductive allure.

The strange scene continues, though at a lesser intensity for Keller who by then had gotten used to it. "This is only the beginning, is it?" he asks himself, walking back inside and closing the door. The door that has been blasted, tampered with, kicked down otherwise just discarded by the serial streaker. He expected his door to mysteriously disappear by the end of the day...

--- The steaming aroma of potato fills the kitchen with bliss, meld with the spicy hint of sauce. The ambiance places Keller with comfort, his imminent dine held but by the need to add a final touch: a glass of wine. With one hand, he pivots to reach for the glass he had forgotten, turning back...

...to the unfortunate imagery of Caelia devoid of clothing sitting on the table. Her legs are explicitly open, with nothing more than the massive jug of wine to hide her private parts. Keller's glass shatters against the wooden floor as his body jolts at the sudden appearance. A heavy sigh follows as he lowers his gaze on the now tainted floor.

"Seeing you here means that they failed to reason with you..." he says in a weary pitch, now occupied by the thought of finding a napkin.

"Well, how could I willingly go with the men when my captor has a magic ward preventing me from escaping his clutches..." she responds in a decadently sultry voice "...just so he can mercilessly devour me with his 'famished meat' as part of his supper". Her breathing is heavy with anticipation, her eyes pretending fear.

She continues to watch him, right as he scrubs the floor. Her words have completely glazed over his head, his mind used to hear this derivative speech. He rises with the task done, now looking straight at her. His hands move toward her with the scent of action near her nostrils. "No! Do not touch me~ she wails in distress in spite of her body spiked in readiness, itching for the man's roughing. Making every step complicated for him, is she?

His hands grab her hips, causing an overwhelming bliss steaming from her. They tighten around her, strength applied into motion. The translation from the table to a chair. "Wha---??" Her presumed evening of bliss ended on the warm seat of a leather chair.

"W-what are you doing?!" she yells at him, flaunting her generous chest at the man "You can't end your day without raping your defenseless maiden on the table!!"

"You must be hungry" he speaks, gazing away from the nude woman in an attempt at diverting the conversation. He briefly catches the fried state his door is at, annoyed with the unnecessary voyage once more needed for a new set. Never the less, he shakes his head to ring this thought for later, turning back to her general direction "All this fire and electricity must be draining for you. The food's on me".

"But you haven't 'eaten' me yet!" she replies, still keeping her breasts blatantly pointed at him and jiggling, a sour expression painted on her face.

(She's really likes threading on that line...) Keller raises his hands before displaying them at her "Can't do that if you're not fit for it. I can hear your stomach growling from here".

He speaks no wrong, Caelia only now feeling the backlash of her excessive pour of destructive magic over those who presumed to save her "Ohh...". She lowers her stare and arms, now directed at the dish presented before her. Mashes potatoes rinsed in a sauce of spice and pepper with a helping of raw prepared carrots, lettuce, and other small vegetables. Laying beside it, a jug full of wine with a smaller cup.

"Right..." she puts her hands to work with the fork and knife, not without a last attempt "Can't have my captor ravage my elven body if I can't endure his ruthless hunger..." Keller sighs at her mention, hurrying his pace away from the kitchen " I'll have your clothes ready afterward. Otherwise, feel free to wander around after your supper".

He leaves her alone, scurrying around to grab the pieces of princess attire. Knowing her, they probably could use a wash. And so does his hands, being in contact with them...

--- Keller had spent most of the evening washing her highness' clothes in the dying light of the resting sun. Fortunately, the wind today seemed to be working in conjunction with him, as it allowed him to quickly dry them to readiness. Folding them in a lovely pile, he brings them in, welcomed to a sight of Caelia snoring on his table. A lovely sight of a princess resting on her laurels...

"Which would be the case were she not pointing her butt at me..." he whispers with a sigh. The princess had discarded her chair, probably in the way, and made herself 'available' to whoever was in the district. This meant him.

Keller sighs as he drags the chair leaned on the barren floor back to her rump, grappling her shoulders in a downward motion to sit her. He places her cleaned, dried and folded attire besides her and wanders off for seconds, returning with a pillow and sheet. Her head on the fluffy, and her back shielded by the coat, her sleeping demeanor deepens, a faint smile on her lips.

Keller's own sleep calls to him, carrying him back to his bed under a mountain of sheets, drifting to the dreamscape of a clear sky, shimmering stars, and Caelia? Sleeping on his side, bearing a silky gown of the night with the same adorned shade of her azure hair... --- The day rises from the darkness, rays burning its shroud. They make their way to Keller's humble domain, sparing no quarters in his room as the bright luminescence shuns away the darkest corners.

He wakes up, but not to the sun's bountiful rays. No, a disturbance quaked his rest. Movement in his sheets. "You cannot be serious..." he utters in stupefaction whilst pulling part of the covers away.

Underneath, lied Caelia's head, resting against the fabric of his pants. Her heavy breath somehow managing to send warm shivers under them.

"May I ask exactly what are you doing?" he speaks up, only to be returned with a callous frown.

"I should be asking you that!" she spits back "What kind of rapist are you even?!"

(Oh, my...here we go again) he dismisses in his thought, prepared for an earful "So, you told me you couldn't violate me unless I was ready for it. What do I do? I build up energy. I present myself as meat for your 'meat', pretending to sleep as to entice you to strip me of my dream and do me like a famished prisoner. What do you do?"

"Cover you in sheets--

"Leave me standing like an untouched dish by the table is what!" she yells "So I think to myself: ok, maybe he's more the type to get 'morning service'. So I cloth myself in those attires you seem to adore so much to sneak away in your bedroom, waiting patiently for your morning wood to be polished. And yet..."

"I wake up?" he asks tentatively, skirting the subject at every corner.

"NO MORNING WOOD! Just a sorry flaccid phallus in its pathetic state! I thought humans had unending vigor down here, but seeing this, its..."

Keller could see clear in her game. The unusual abrasive selection of words, her persistent towering over his pants, the continued banter that by then turned to white noise in his head, her emphasis on her dressed perturbed by an open cleavage.

"Are you a man, or a wimp?!"

"Are you this afraid of showing me your pecker that it's unable to stand for attention?!"

"Do you even have a piece down here or do you stack it with paper to for false pride?!"

His face remains calm in this storm of insults and provocations (I see. Her 'implicit' attempts failed, so now she's going for a scorned pride tactic, hoping I grab her here and here)

Keller makes a sudden rise in bed, Caelia surprised by the movement. She tumbles while trying to get out of his way, falling backward. Her skirt reaching her underwear, mostly with her hand. Her other coming for her lips, assuming the position of a maiden knowing of an imminent roughing "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!"

Her eyes convey a false vulnerability, anticipating his touch, yet playing the pleading virgin "Please! I'll do anything! Anything but that!"

Keller shakes his head in disbelief, jumping out of the bed, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. However, in her delirious fantasy, her sharp ears had somehow failed to catch that. only the ascending aroma of frying eggs in the morning was enough to slap her out of her delusion.

One look at herself was enough to see that her 'jailer' had done naught. She sighs heavily, jumping off the bed with no regard for her exposed dress to run down the stairs.

Once again, she is welcomed to a formidable dish of eggs on her main plate, bacon on a separate plate by their own with two slices of golden bread, cooked to perfection, a glass of juice tall enough to quench the biggest thirst one could have and a small dessert.

"Ohh is this all for me?" she asks, salivating at the prospect of mowing down this delectable dish.

"Of course. You're my guest", he throws, expecting her to start filling herself.

But, then it would go against the nympho state she's been broadcasting for the last months. Rather than vocally thank her host, Caelia instead thrusts herself against the man's unprepared body, raising her ample chest into view. "I can't possibly just eat this without paying my graceful host back! But I have no coins to pay you..."

Keller couldn't believe it. Even handing out breakfast is a pure hassle. His hands stray away from her hips as his eyes from her flustered gaze "I know! I'll pay with my body! My purity for this delectable breakfast!"

"It's fine! It's fine! You don't need to pay for it! I'm giving it to you!" he tries to convey (Who the hell told her THIS was a way to pay for things?!)

"B-but but but...surely I can give you something in exchange! I know!!!" she moves her hands from Keller only to undo her dress' top, effectively flashing her royal breasts toward the unfortunate farmer and hunter-gatherer "I'll massage your manhood with those! I'll pay it now!"

"I've told you, it's fine--" she gave the man no time to finish his sentence, already on her knees trying to unbuckle his trousers. Her delicate hands, however, seemed to fail working out the mechanics of Keller's hunter attire, one that he had put on as first thing of the day, for a situation like this. The ridiculous amount of belts makes it impossible for the royal nympho to get access to her much sought-after goods "Impudent belts! How dare you get in my way! I'll have you know I'll of royal blood and this matter is of utmost importance!"

"I'll telling you, it's fine!" Keller objects, shoving her hands away from his belts"

"But I am no beggar!" she contests his claim, again going for the belts.

"Madam!" he cuts, with no raised voice, but a solid call out. His hands join her, pulling them upward as to have her stand on her feet "This isn't an inn. No need to worry about that. If you want to pay me that bad, then eat up. It'd be a waste to have to throw all of this away".

"Well...alright". Caelia does her dress back, a bit of meekness in her voice. She takes a seat, taking in the sight of the dishes. And then, she looks back at Keller "Hum, kind sir?"

(Kind sir? That's a new one...) Keller look back at her from the sink where he was busy cleaning a few things "What's up?"

"I know you've already had your fill but...would you be kind to keep me company while I eat?"

"Sure..." Keller takes a seat on her left side, watching as she gulps down her food with no regard as to how to. Keller could warrant she was like this yesterday too. Perhaps she felt comfortable enough to dine with no need for an overly dignified stance. He didn't mind that. With the nympho act tempered, she was a very agreeable individual to be around.

Too bad this serene moment was thrown out the door as once again, elven guards came swelling out, an increased number noted from Keller. A scenario that played on repeat every week:

Morning, he'd have the princess pushing her chest against his hard leather hunter attire, with the same over zeal attempt at turning this simple breakfast into a doujin scene "I'll do anything for this food! Here, I'll pay with my breasts!"

"It's fine, just eat the damn dishes!"

Then guards come flooding out of his broken door, spouting nonsense he couldn't convince them of even were they seeing it by their eyes "Disgusting human, you'll pay for putting your hands on the princess!"

"My hands aren't even touching her! She's the one with her fingers on my belts! Are you blind?!"

Followed by a Firebolt blowing them all of them out his door with Caelia walking out the door, once again putting a dent in his efforts to simmer the powder keg he constantly stood on "I've no interest in anything but becoming this man's wench! Take that to father's throne!"

At dinner, he'd have to brush her down the table from her attempt to have him to 'eat' her. An array of desserts laying on her pure white body "Dinner's ready! Eat up!"

"No, it's not" he'd contest while watching the pot jumping ever slightly, sometimes sending her to the bathroom to clean herself up. Only to come down with a sigh to consume the dishes provided by the farmer man.

Between the evening and supper, in his hunting trip, Caelia would be straggling on a tree, her dress opened on the most revealing parts, her hands bound in the exact path where he'd walk, crossbow in hands "Oh no, a man has found me, in the middle of the forest. Surely he won't take advantage of me in this state where nobody can hear me scream and beg for mercy~

With the usual response of him cutting her threads, with the same question in every instance "Ok, how do you keep foreseeing where I end wandering and how do you keep binding yourself like that?!"

In evening, he'd walk home to her cooking something on the stove, usually some porridge or soup. Nothing wrong with this scenery were it not for the fact that the delicate apron she wears was her only piece of clothing, with her butt exposed to his eye.

"Welcome home, darling, dinner's almost ready. Well...unless you're too famished to wait~ shed say while lifting her apron to try and entice him to 'go for the goods'.

"No...no I'm fine. I'll wait" his classic response with the sound of his step ascending the stairs. A pattern played on repeat for a whole year. From the rising soring to the resting winter, her array of 'seduction', as crass as they were, changed alongside the festivities. Weirdly enough, alongside other people, Caelia seemed to give him a bit of loose, spending her time either window shopping or clinging to Keller's hand. A bit of loose is fitting, for the way she did that was to occasionally try to press her chest on his arm where they walked, as opposed to merely hang on to his arm by the side.

But all this was to end...back where it started. A typical morning, albeit in a mild coat of snow. Once more, a cohort of elven guards raced to Keller's domain. Once again, they carry blame and volatility with no proof backing up their claims. Once again, they get blown out of his house by the nympho elf, stating loud and clear her belonging...

Here was Keller, watching from the frame of his house, a tea drink on his hand, as Caelia continue to scatter her supposed saviors to the snow, a distressful lack of clothing to fold her delicate body.

"How many times do I have to tell you imbeciles that I belong to this man?! He is the only one who gets to molest me as his heart wishes!!"

"Princess, your father is worried about your hostage situation!" calls one of the guards just before his imminent electrization to a blackout.

"Well, thanks to you fools, he's probably frustrated, with the constant intrusion..." she starts, looking back at Keller while licking her tongue sensually, a hand clutched on her intimate part "...and I'll have to relieve him by letting him soil my innocence with his devious seed--

"And...I'm done..." Keller spits out, a relative calm in his voice undermining the insanity tumbling down his mind. He promptly turns back inside and disappears. Considering what their elven princess said and his hurried pace inside, the guards still functional were pretty alarmed by what was to happen. Five of them still up and running, two of them storm the house with the last three trying to contain the princess' fury "You imbeciles! You're just making it worse!" Her tongue is forked with anger, her hands groaning with lightning on one and fire on the other. She molds the two together, a volatile recipe for destruction, her palms pointed at the trio, who were at a loss for words. Was she really going to shoot her own?

Fortunately, their solace came in the form of Keller coming out, his crossbow aimed at the two going in earlier. Their weapons discarded and hands risen in a surrender. They slowly walk out in his crosshair "You won't get away with this--

You're right, I won't..." he cuts away, as he points them to the same spot where the rest are. At the same time, he approaches Caelia, putting a hand on her joined pair to instill a sense of tension relief. This prompts her to halt her casting spell, a marriage of lightning and fire. And then, he folds his crossbow on his back, the arrow sheathed as well "...because you're escorting us...well, her".

"What?!" utters the conscient guards in unison.

"What!!!!" spits Caelia in astonishment.

"You heard me. You're taking her back home to her father and mother".

"And you're coming with us, after ALL you did to the princess?" retorts one of them, almost laughing in a mocking tone "You know we would never allow you to stay near her, right?"

"Look, do you want her back or not? Because all the time you jokers came here, she kicked you out on the curb. For a year. A whole year. I think it's pretty clear I'd have to lead her here".

Keller sees one of the guards point his sword at him, only for the elven princess to spurn a fire orb on her hand, aimed back at the man. Keller crosses his hands "Unless you want that to happen again..."

The remaining guards not taking a nap on the snow look at each other, a sense of defeat growing on their eyes as the method of concession becomes increasingly wise. They sheath their weapons away "Very well, we'll do it your way. But, you better watch your hands, human, because we're watching you".

"Fine by me. Here, I'll even make your job easier" he says, taking a few paces away from Caelia with his hands spread wide, the latter still dumbfounded about the twist of situation. No reaction could be found from her. Neither as one of the elven guards approached her with royal clothing to put her in via magic.

They start walking, Keller following by several paces behind. Of course, the numbness fading away, Caelia turns her visage back to him, a distress warrant to him. She was currently escorted by the more functional guards clad tightly around her, with the more injured ones serving as back up, meaning, she couldn't simply run for the man...not for the lack of trying. Every 10 minutes or so, they'd have to hold her down as turmoil turned into outrage, raising her hands toward Keller in the back "Don't touch me you apes! Let me wash your disgusting handprints with his touch!!"

"Princess, we're doing this for your own good" one of them tries, rewarded with a sucker punch to the jaw.

"Really? They can't even contain one of their own with five?" Keller sighs, picking up the pace, shoving two of them away from her "You think they'd learn following a year-spaning beating".

"You dare--" a back liner guard speaks, shut down by the princess' death glare gazing at his soul. His eyes widen, while his mouth proportionally shrinks, his pace reversed.

He paces himself in front of Caelia amidst the panicked guards struggling to get a solid hold of her. Her eyes, frenzied by the unwanted closeness of those here to escort her back home, simmer down at the sight of Keller's hand reaching out to take her with it. She goes for it, slowly reaching back, the gap between crossed by their fingertips, followed by their respective palms clutching each other.

Like an animal whisperer for elves, his touch serves to put Caelia to a soothing calm state, to the unnerved surprise to her escorts. Her entire being mellowed out, she follows the man diligently like a father to a child taking her across a stranger's land. This sudden calmness initiated by the human takes the elven guard for such at loss at words that their arms simply wiggle out of her, unwillingly letting her follow the one they sought to protect her from. Their stares said it all, from a mix of disbelief to anger and confusion (How is it that the princess even allows this man to touch her before her own kind?!).

Keller himself had his mind perplexed about how half a dozen supposed magic experts couldn't even be bothered to keep their own rulers' jewel. He who wanted to keep away from her for her own sake now was leading the woman by hand to their own domain, doing the thing they should have done. If his mind hadn't been worn down by their constant incursion of his house like an invading party mixed with the princess' offensive attempts at turning their encounter into a doujin story in every moment of his daily grind, then he'd be laughing. Laughing all the way to their castle. Right now, he was suppressing the urge to grin at their pungent incompetence that stank all the way to the last year, wondering how bad this would have gotten had she decided to place her delusional desires on a much less charitable man.

They continue, no soul spilling any word of this embarrassing bit soon seeing a massive castle complex standing in the heart of the forest. One surrounded by an equally massive set of houses, ground-based and secluded on the trees that surround them.

The guards following suit decide to take hold of this unfortunate moment...a decision that would cost them again. "That's enough, human" one of them orders while he approaches the duo.

"Sure, whatever..." Keller concedes whilst withdrawing his hand from Caelia's. His pace rises briefly with a burst just to emphasize the sense of distance. The elven' hand fills the gap instead...and he now fills the broken hide of the nearest tree, his gauntlet scorched away by flame.

"Who gave you the right to hold my hand, whelp?!" she spits at the blacked out man before running back to Keller as her dedicated escort, leaving the rest with another stroke of humiliation to bear down their shoulders.

Humiliation made public as they finally reach the outer gates of the stronghold. People ceasing their own activities to look in disbelief as a human was guiding the heir to their kingdom. No overly aggressive behavior, no rough movement, no misplaced touch. The only odd thing about him was his hand hindering his eyes, no jaw in direct line of sight, blotted by a mask. No head to make a judgment of, hindered by his leather hat. No, the snide remarks came with the timely arrival of the guards behind them, as most were either burnt out of their armor, had their hair standing like stalagmites with a fried stench to them, were outright carried by other due to their lack of consciousness or in the last one's case, walking between the deceased hide of a tree.

Keller disregards all of this and continues on with Caelia behind him, marching all the way to the inner bowels of the castle. Guards standing before him, hands plastered before them "Halt, man! What business have you to see the--

" Bring her to the king!" Keller cuts off, putting Caelia in front of him as context.

"Well I'll be...it's the prin--

"Yea, yea, yea, princess Caelia, heir to the yaddi, yaddi, yadda, just get her to the king or queen, whatever" he cuts again, pointing the way to the elven captain. Caelia herself seemed to mind none the better, being escorted by a separate set of men through the halls. Seeing the way they do so, with a respectable distance, she follows, leaving Keller behind, to find her own once more. Perhaps a reward was to consider for, but with her departure, his mind was already catching up with the rapture that the tumultuous year behind left him with.

"Well, I'm done here. Going back home..." he turns back, ignoring the stares of elves looking at his strange attire, his presence. His ears blot out the whispers going among them through his backward pace away "...I'm going home. Going home and taking the longest sleep I've ever taken..."

His pace is serene and methodical, wanting nothing to do with those surrounding him right now. The metallic steps growing from the castle deaf to his ears "...I might miss a day or two, but hey no need to wonder whether she's close by. Pure sleep waiting for me..."

He continues his walk away, still deafened by the whispers to the point of growing louder around him "She'll be looked at for whatever problem she's had, surrounded by her own who knows best. And I'll be out of this predicament..."

The noise riding his ears becomes surreal with metal clamps and loud whispers, almost walking behind him "Maybe we'll meet, maybe not. Probably not, since they really don't seem to like outsiders. I mean, really, a guy barging in barking orders to a high rank-looking man while holding the heir to their domain with a bunch of rundown people they've sent for a year, I can guess they wouldn't want to see me again. Really, what's the probability of that happe--...what's that noise?"

"Hunter! Hunter! Stop!" a voice shouts behind him. The very same who walked the princess in "Hold up, hunter! The king wants to see you!"

"Oh hell no! We established that this was the end, come on!" he whines under his breath as he picks up the pace, pretending not to hear the man calling out to him.

Of course, that futile hope quickly whizzes out with a firm gauntlet planted on his shoulder "Finally caught up! Hunter, the king wishes to see you".

Keller's eyes rise to the sky in a complaint "Keep tryin' to get out, they keep pullin' me in...". He turns to the captain with several backsteps "Tell him I don't need any compensation. Got enough trouble waltzing here as it is".

"But he's pretty adamant on seeing he who brought his daughter back" the captain insists, taking a salutation stance.

"Why? Is it because of those guys ruined in the entrance? Because that's all her--

"The king is aware of the princess' mistreatment of the escorts, have no fear" he lifts a palm toward Keller "He simply wishes to exchange a bit of dialogue with you".

"...sure, whatever, anything to get to bed. Feeling like my head's about to burst". the hunter concedes, watching the captain turn his back to his to walk back in the capitol. He follows, sighing again (Good grief, I hope this doesn't last forever).

They wander inside, presented to the heart of this villa, walking between two lines of guardians equipped with shining spears and shields, all on standby. Keller's presence does not deter their pose, a stark contrast to the populace stopping in every corner to wonder about him Silence accompanying the two to the king's throne.

He sits beside an empty twin to his chair, the queen likely consorting with her reclaimed daughter. The captain walks in, Keller behind with a tired disinterest "Here he'd be, my lord". The captain speaks almost proud.

"Thank you, captain. You and the rest can go, I wish to speak with this man unabated".

"Of course, my lord" the captain bows briefly, swiftly turned with a pair of fingers up for the rest to follow. They walk out around Keller, seemingly not noticing him as they go. Soon enough, the halls are left empty, save for him and the ruler.

"I hope your arrival here was not too troublesome" starts the king in an effort to bar the line between their social status " Lord Durant, well met. I have you here to speak".

"I noticed..." Keller answers, the specter of fatigue wearing down on him "I doubt your captain ever told you this, but you need not think of compensation".

"Curious..." utters Durant.

"What is?"

"Well, last year. Despite all the commotion I've heard from my escorts, I did not expect you to be the rash opposite of what they've told me. They said you were a brute with a penchant for your earthly desires, yet you seem devoid of them, for the most part. They told me you were constantly doing horrid things to her, yet all my best apothecaries reported her to be untouched".

"She was a guest. A fairly unexpected one, but still a guest. What did you expect me to do?" Keller asks, his mind tethering on the brink of frustration...

"To be frank...a young, impressionable woman introducing herself to a man in his secluded cabin offering herself to him despite her obvious lack of real experience, where no one could see or hear his desires unfold while declaring herself with royal blood..."

"Wait, wait, wait..." Keller asks, unable to believe what's he's hearing "...you knew of her condition? And willingly let her wander out like that to find herself in some guy's home?"

"She is young, but still an adult. It is her decision to do as--

"The hell kind of excuse is that?!" Keller shout. Balancing on the edge of madness, this revelation sends him leaping down the expressive frustration he held back for so long "You imagine the torments I've suffered throughout this year? Do you?! Do you know how tiring it is to constantly push back someone's wanton desire to be raped? Always showing off pieces of her feminity wherever I go, at whatever I do. Hunting, cooking, resting, sleeping, crafting. You realize how sad and unnerving it can get for someone to think this is the way to do things? Every attempt to reason with her ended in a scolding as if I was insulting her for not giving in!"

"Well, I understand---

"Then there's your idiot knights barging in like it's a freaking open shop! Pointing their twig rapiers at me like a criminal, railing me with ignorance of this crap show that I'm left to endure every single Day! Trying to explain whatever the hell I'm witnessing falls on deaf ears, even though they look like they'd be more inclined to listen than humans!"

"I see what you're going through, but--

"Only for the 'jewel' of your eyes to blast them away, screaming about how I'm going to soil her in the saloon to prevent her from ever coming back to you, talking in detail about her fall from royalty to a mere mother of a hybrid child with wanton ecstasy!"

"And I'm very sorry for that, but let me explain--

"And then...! And then my morning is promptly ruined as I'm not even allowed to tally the damage done to my place before she decides that she need to 'pay' for her kind's incursion by ripping off pieces of her royal dress, a dress that I'm left putting back together even while not knowing how to work the fabric! I had to put a miracle to put it back as it was every time!"

"If you would just--

"And now, I hear that you've basically just let her wander like that! What kind of parent lets his child with a serious mental issue wander in the forest by herself like that?! You imagine if it wasn't me? Huh?! You ever think of that?! Lots of degenerate men in other cabins that would gladly have let up their pent-up frustrations on her inexperienced self!"

"Hunter..." calls the king with a hand, his face barren of any expression "...I understand what you are telling me. Let me explain".

"Explain what?! That she doesn't matter to you?! That this sort of thing just happens around here?" Keller was shouting, well aware of who he was yelling out his outrage but caring none the more.

"You'll see..." lord Durant turns his sight left of Keller, raising two fingers in a come-hither gesture "...you may come now".

A trail of smoke burst to life besides Keller, prompting him to backstep "What the?!"

"At your service, my king" a male voice speaks inside the dissipating smoke. An elf dressed in black, his eyes the only thing discernible feature. The newcomer turns to a startled Keller, his eyes widening in warmth "Keller? Is that you?"

"Hold on, Samson?" Keller rises, eyeing the newcomer "Is that you?"

"My good friend, how have you been?" Samson presents a hand to the hunter, quickly received in hospitability.

"Man, it's been forever" replies Keller, shaking his hand like they had history "How's the hunt?"

"Well, it's been annoyingly placid with you absent," he tells him.

"I take it you know each other" steps in the king "Good, it'll make things easier for me".

"Easier for what?"

"Samson, please tell me what you have seen and heard for the time being. This will bring things into perspective".

"Of course" Samson winks to Keller, a cheeky smile under his cowl "Check this out, friend! You'll love hearing that".

Samson takes two step forward "You sent me the task of surveying and possibly intervening in the matter of your daughter in disarray--

"Wait wait?!"

"Please, hunter. Let him proceed" asks the king, an ïoda of pride lighting up his face.

"And for a year, I have been watching him, following both he and the heir to our throne, wherever they went, in an effort to confirm or dispute the claims from those sent to reclaim her...our host here has absolutely done nothing wrong!" he says with no doubt, spreading his hand in a theatrical manner.

"Nothing, you say?"

"None. I kid you not, my lord, he would not even help her dress, that's how much nothing happened. Every sensory assault inflicted upon him, yet all he did was taking it in. And by all, was there a lot. You could have offered to give him a million gold if he did take up 'introducing' the heir to a man's desire, he wouldn't take it. Neither would he was he faced with a firing squad. Seriously, it's like he was made of pure nonchalance".

"Is that so?" asks he lord Durant "What of the reports? a lot have stated the opposite".

"It's all bogus, my king. I've seen them, it's all your daughter, sir. She gave quite the impression to them..."

"I see..." the king sits back to his throne, deviating his sight back to Keller, who by then was staring at his old time friend "You seriously crept up on me like that? You know that's home invasion, right?"

"Hey, I spoke in your favor, that should give me a pass "Samson shrugs.

"This man you speak of fondly..." interrupts the king "...he was my insurance, should you fall to your temptation with my daughter. As he did with so many others".

"Others? So it happened before?" asks Keller, his madness mostly vented.

Lord Durant sighs, his head lowering "As you might have noticed by now, my daughter is blessed with the looks of her mother. Unlike what you saw, she was not as such before. But, with piling failures to get herself someone of her own..."

"Really? Someone like her with difficulty at this sort of things?"

"The thing is, she wanted much. The ideal someone. Someone who would make no act of her royalty. Someone who would hold her, treat her as an equal. Unfortunately, like your human realms, our own is plagued with sycophants".

"Ohh, pretenders..." Keller says it with disinterest "One would think your kind would be free of that stuff".

"Unfortunately not, hunter. Those courting Caelia were either people shooting for a spot close to the throne...or--

--shallow men trying to bed her". Keller complete, Durant nodding in approval.

"Even among our people, sleeping with the princess is a much-sought thing". Durant's tone broadcasts disdain "And all of this while disregarding poor Caelia. Years and years of this piling up, men wanting her for their own desires".

"So she snapped...not the first time I see something like that happen".

"She was constantly reading books about heroic knights saving their damsels in distress. With the delusion shattered, she turned to the more...provocative so to say. They wanted nothing but someone to attract, so she gave them one, to a point".

"To a point?" Keller ponders, curious about that meaning.

"Her game was to present herself as raunchy as possible, dot on such an individual as a measure of character. When the inevitable failure of keeping his hands away from the individual occurs, she simply repels him like she did those people who wanted her back form your domain. That or I take care of it". interjects Samson.

"Well, what stopped you from whiskering her away then?" questions Keller, his arms crossed "You much have been sleeping the moonlight away with how many times she shoved herself against me..."

"Exactly. SHE, not you! That little roleplay she's gotten good at usually only last up to a week. Yet, there she was, making desperate attempts at tipping you over a year. I didn't want to ruin this little romance of yours".

"What romance?" sneers Keller "I'm guessing you really did sleep the night away, all I've experienced was a woman trying to fluster me".

"No really, have you not noticed the countless amount of times you've directly touched her? Or how those gentle contacts were more than enough to soothe her. Or how you basically got a superpowered princess deluded with raunchy stories in her head to do as you asked of her? Those guys following you earlier were sickeningly jealous of that, especially the guy shoved against a tree for even trying to hold her hand, unlike you who got her to follow like her faithful".

"Ohh, that? I thought she just didn't like those guys..."

"Well, there's that since many of them have tried, but other than that, it's genuine. You seriously didn't notice? All the time she smiled when eating at your table, the relatively peaceful visage she had every time she snuck into your room to sleep beside you, you didn't see any of it? And I'm supposed to be the blind one...Come on..." Samson gives Keller an elbow nudge.

"Well, to be honest, I never really stuck around to watch her eat and honestly, I don't sleep with my eyes open". Keller returns the gesture to Samson, the latter laughing a bit "You should try it, it's good to raise your environmental awareness".

"As he declared, sir hunter, it would seem my daughter has found what she sought for so long in you" add the king, rising from his throne.

"But I'm not even a hero. Not a knight. I bear no royal title, fortune nor a heroic deed in my name. I am but a cook and hunter. Hell, the only magic I utilize is elemental arrows I make use of in my hunts or to defend myself. I have nothing to meet her title. Nothing but the things I can cook for people".

"And that is more than enough, hunter", dismisses the king "You already brought serenity to a weary heir. You have my blessing". He declares this with a solemn tone, twirling Keller's head with more confusion.

"Ok...what does that mean--

"Samson, bring him to a guest room. I'm sure he'll need it".

"Right away, my lord". Samson was already in the process of crouching next to Keller.

"No, seriously, what does that mean? Do I get a literal blessing?" His confusion sought a relief, even to the point of ignoring his good friend picking up by his feet "Do I get a coin? Or will you vouch for me in certain areas--

His voice started drowning in the distance of the throne room, carried away by Samson to a room belonging to him for the night.

The day gives way to the night. Keller laying on the bed, still dressed in his hunter attire. His mind wandering in the dreamscape suddenly snapped away by the resonating echo of an opening door.

He puts his hand on his back, looking to reach for his crossbow in a measure of half-asleep self-defense, his eyes catching the sought item on the table. He sighs, the door now fully opened. His dazed sight is presented to Caelia, dressed in a modest set, her hands behind her back "Good evening, am I bothering you?"

"Give it a minute, I forgot I've basically been kidnapped", he answers to a giggling elven slowly approaching the side of his bed.

"Ohh? That's not what I've heard. I've heard father gave you his explicit permission, or 'blessing' as he called it", she coos, sitting on the side of the bed.

"I guess. Suppose it means I get to keep you company then..."

"Actually..." Caelia was by his side at this point, her head going to rest on his shoulder "It goes a bit further than that...".

"I see..." Keller stops speaking, leaning his head to join her as they watch the moonlight crawling out of the window. His left-hand goes to temptingly hover on her hip, unsure of whether to proceed. Her own come to guide his on her softness, a content sigh escaping her lips as her eyes close.

They stay like this for a while, with nothing to say but to enjoy the company. Until Caelia slightly opens her eyes, noting her other hand was embedded in Keller's other. "When did you realize..."

Keller look at their joined hands "Well, remember this morning? When you couldn't calm down among those supposed to guide you? You were struggling, going against their motion. You called out to me, trying to get me involved. And...well, back then, I had no thought of what happened, but I felt like my closeness could bring you a soothing calm".

"I could not bear to be held by any of them, I just couldn't. I wanted you to escort me instead of them, but my thought was that maybe you'd think it would just be another temper tantrum. Imagine my surprise when I felt your hand holding mine in it. An anchor to this turbulent tide..."

"Yea...I've disguised my act as one of annoyance, but, I couldn't bear seeing you like that now that it sounded so genuine..."

They stop talking once more, Keller feeling Caelia's head shifting a bit. Looking down to see, his eyes spot the fair woman with her eyes barely opened, but reaching out to his. Her marine lips, parted, shaped as an 'O', waiting. Her body shivers with temptation.

Keller cups her chin, his other hand going to the back of his neck. A click occurs with the fall of his leather mask. His face goes for her in a kiss. Caelia's eyes briefly widen before closing to allow her sense of taste to take over, with hands reaching the back of his neck as to keep herself still. Her mind skips to a realm of bliss, the nerves of her lips overwhelming it, a welcomed dive into this new world she's stepped in.

Eventually, Keller leans back, effectively ending the kiss. Caelia's tongue strays just outside, pleading for more, but gets overtaken by her heavy breathing "You...you vile man! That was my first kiss you stole!!!"

Keller's eyes shortly wince in confusion, only to take note of her arms clinging to him, this sour note stuttered by said breathing and her eyes broadcasting warmth, a stark avalanche of contrasts to her vitriolic words. This further proven with a whisper to his ear (I'd love some more...)

Keller did recall that most elves were fond of using contrarian wordplay as opposed to their true feelings. She wanted to make a different play of the trial she had put him last year. He plays along, taking his hand to her breast in a slow, deliberate rub. Her size, quite generous, is more than enough for him to have a hand full, the softness of her skin pouring through her dress. This slow but sudden act forces a moan out of Caelia, who puts her hand over his in a way to keep him going.

"Take your hand off me! It hurts!" she speaks, her face flustered in a contrarian manner to her words, a whisper accompanying it (Your touch is gentle...I love it)

"You spent one year teasing me with those. Walking in this isolated part of the woods, in a royal dress no less. You asked for it, 'princess'." (Well, they are soft. It's not worth it if you're not feeling good too)

"Damn it! Disgusting cabin man! I'll have your head for this!" she spouts, noting Keller's shift of position. She goes along her back against the bed with his hand still holding her breast. The skirt of her dress lowers as her legs rise a bit (It's a strange sensation to have someone else fondle them)

"Your words mean nothing here, 'princess'. A delicacy like you is too good to pass upon", he continues, trying not to laugh while uttering this nonsense, trifle with her own quiet laughter "Never thought dessert would come dressed like this..." (It's always like that with an outside touch. Since you've never been held like that, I thought a slow methodical way would open you up)

"Dessert? No?! Surely you don't mean--

"So you have some experience of that. Good...it'll make things easier for me".

"No! You can't! You shall not! I'm still..." Caelia's eyes follow Keller's hand as it moves away from her chest, him moving away from her. Curiosity fills them, wondering whether she made him slightly uncomfortable. She sees him going for multiple belts on his hunter suit, pieces of leather from head to toes falling apart. This leaves the man with nothing more than a shirt and pair of pants.

He slowly returns to the bed, Caelia waiting to bind her hands behind his neck again, a sworn smile adorning her face (Naughty man. Skipping breakfast, dinner, and supper just to get to dessert).

"Ohh, oh, oh? You never felt a man in that way before? Well, I'll do you a service and take your purity then". (Dessert is the best part).

"No!! Get off me! This isn't how I envisioned my first time! Not like this...!"

"Deny it all you want, 'princess'. You're going to get a taste of a man's tool this night. Nobody coming for you". Keller lowers one of his hand to her thighs, under her skirt. He feels her hands cling to him stronger, reminding him of her virginity. With his other hand, he hugs her back (If it hurts, tell me, alright? I'll stop...)

"No! Please, don't! Somebody help me!" (No, please... I'll endure it for you. I want my first time to be memorable)

"Scream all you want, there's no one around" Keller's low hand slowly starts removing her underwear, her legs closing on each other to facilitate the process. It stops at her ankle, leaving her  intimate part hidden by her skirt, but easily exposed (Alright, for you...)

Caelia's eyes close once more, leaving her body blind to naught but touch. She wanted sight to intervene as little as possible in her first experience and leave herself to Keller's abandon. Her mind, leaping to an impending world of bliss, ready to be loved in a physical way, neglected by the abrupt kick of the guest room's door, throwing the frameless gate away. Keller and Caelia both turn head to the door, seeing another elf step inside holding a rapier.

"Get away from the princess!" he shouts with a lunge. Keller, while not an official fighter, manages to dodge effortlessly with a swift turn. The other man continues on, trying to pierce the hunter repeatably, his attention turned to Caelia "Don't worry, princess, I'll keep you away from this 'thing'". The expression on her face emotes nothing close to gratitude.

Keller lands on the other side, unsure what to make of this. Previous times would have seen him walk away or offer an apology. But, just like Caelia's words in roleplay, he seemed to be the only one out of the loop.

"You horrid beast!" he screams at Keller "The king offers a dirty mongrel like you a night in his guest's room and this is how you repay him?! By raping his daughter?! In his castle Even with her pleads?!"

"Hum...not sure you've been here for long, but that didn't look like---

"Silence! I'll have no word spew out of your sewage. You'll die for your transgression where you stand!!" He raises his rapier once more, readying himself for a lunge when a hand is delicately placed on his shoulder. "Roland, I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I ask you something?" Caelia's voice rings to his ear, causing a visible blush on his face "Of course, my lady. What do you wish to ask?"

"Well..."

Roland's body is tossed against the concrete wall outside the room, vestiges of fire fading from the princess' palm. His body collapses behind a cracked wall, his trembling all too great for him to try and standup, right as Caelia paces toward him, her arms crossed, a stare of contempt gazing down on the elf "...exactly what gave you the right to not only halt my intimacy with my future husband but callously point your rapier at him?"

Roland makes an attempt at raising his head, slowly regaining control over his body, although he'll definitely have a few broken ribs over this "B-but princess...! He was--

"Let me ask you this. Do I look distressed right now?"

"He was--

"My question requires an answer, Roland," she asks again, her voice boom across the halls. The downed elf looks up at Caelia, her arms crossed, as well as shimmering eyes in their marine tide. Fact was, she didn't.

"No, princess, you do not..."

"Good. Next question..."

Seeing her take his defense in such a manner was not in the ordeal in which Keller was expected to be witness to. But, with the year filled with them constantly misreading his intentions, seeing yet another feeling the price of such a fallacy had a guilty pleasure to him. He approaches the scene besides Caelia, prompting the downed elf to try and reach for his rapier. A failed attempt as Caelia kicks it away.

"Save for the much-unneeded damage your delusion inflicted on the doors, do the room look like there's been a fight?"

"No, it does not..."

"Good, now, look at me, Roland. Do you see any ripped fabric on my dress? Anything showing my physic in an unwanted manner?"

"N-no, my princess".

"Good, good, you're observant. Last question. Tell me...if there is nothing to lead someone to think that I'm being violated, what exactly made you think this was the case? See how easily I tossed you like a ragdoll?"

"But...but, princess!" he turns his disdain toward the man "This human was on top of you! He was speaking of you as a piece of dessert. Y-you were shouting for help--

"Yes. Yes, he was. YesAnd yes, I was. But, Roland, there's the thing: a wonderful thing called 'roleplaying'. I'm well aware of the people's knowledge of what kind of literature I read in my room. I accept that. There is no shame in that since most are doing the same. But anyway..."

She squats next to the man, still unable to get himself up, looking straight at him "Roleplay allows one to act differently. To play pretend as well as give your significant someone the slice of vulnerability you trust them with".

A blush starts blurring her cheeks despite her thoughts spiked at the outrage of interruption directed at her would-be-savior "My desperate pleas for help? Intentional. My husband speaking about forcefully taking my innocence? He played along as a way to make light of our turbulent road to this moment".

Caelia's face turns into a scowl "I WANTED to be defenseless. I WANTED to be at his mercy. I WANTED to pretend to be about to be raped by this man. I WANT him to let loose all I've made him go through. Me playing an isolated maiden in his hands is the best way for me to be embraced by him. Kissed by him. Touched by him. Him! The only one worth a damn among my surrounding by noble houses would think only to either use me as to elevate themselves or sleep with royalty. He fed me, repaired my clothes, tried to keep me sound-headed, set aside his own desire for my sake! Every instance of me desperately trying to pierce his exterior was met with more kindness, more patience. I've even heard him yell at father before hearing the context of his acts! My father! While all the rest of you have tried taking advantage of my perceived vulnerability to get your own ways!"

"Princess..." Roland's head lost the will to gaze back at her, this verbal beating being another level of harshness to the physical one.

"You've had your chance..." she rises again, burying her head on Keller's shirt, embraced by the man's arms. He didn't know how bad she had. A heart-warming woman surrounded by people seeking to step on her for their own gains. He clutches her tightly, trying to offer some sort of comfort.

Her eye turns to the downed man beaten down on his luck "...and you lost it..." her gaze turns to the state of the doors. A sigh escapes her lips, separating herself from her loved one, except for one hand she keeps holding on, to walk, this time leading him away to her personal room. Walking away as Roland is left to pick up the pieces of what was his chance. A chance he held a while ago. One he squandered once he failed to gaze beyond the surface, acting with the notion that her play was all that was...