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Lottie Hartwell was many things. Kind, smart, intellegent. She came from a humble background, having lived out in the countryside, and led a normal life. Her father, taught her to read when she was little with the few books available so far from the city. Her mother did not, or could not read to her knowledge, having opted to marry her father and play the role of a doting wife. Lottie did not hate her mother, but she would never be her daughter. Never be obedient as she wished her to be, skinny as she wished her to be, or 'beautiful' as she wished her to be. But, her Mother had given her one thing no one else could — curiosity. Every night since she was a little girl, she remembered lying in bed, and her mother would tell her a story. "A beautiful man lived in the woods," she would say. "But he is not human like you, nor I. He wears a human face, but it's not quite right. If you should trek deeply into the woods and but call his name, he will come to you. And, if you but exchange your joy, your wish can come true." Those were the times her Mother was the gentlest with her. In the dead of night in her tiny room. When she grew up, showing an interest in academics — history, literature, the arts — her Mother tried dissuading her, wanting her to be a traditional woman. Her father, however, saw her brilliance and let her shine — and shine she did. She caught the eye of common man and noble alike, man or woman. She was a beauty crafted by the Gods. Her skin was brown like clay, beautiful and smooth with youth. Her eyes were dark, inquisitive, inviting. Her lips were plump and soft. Her hair was long and curly, typically maintained, though, sometimes wild from hours upon hours of study. She dressed modestly and knew how to reject those seeking her affections. (1/?)

Soon, she would graduate from her academy. And, having done so, devote her life to the pursuit of history, knowledge, and literature. She would write poetry, books, and plays to her heart's content. Meanwhile, she would work towards becoming a professor at some academy or another — a teacher, as it was a respectable profession for a woman her age, 23, whom was unmarried. If not a teacher, a nun would suffice, thus, as she pretended to be piteous, she could devote her life to her actual goals. She could free herself from the wheel, so to speak. Lottie was... Lonely. Truth be told, she found more joy in the fiction of pages than the joy of her life. Her friends were few, her romantic prospects were none. Her father was a supportive man, but even he tired of her not marrying, and her Mother... Never changed. It was why, as her graduation date was to be soon, she returned to that village out in the country. She was welcomed with so much love, so much celebration, and it all fell so nicely into place. She knew it had to be happiness, elation, joy. She smiled, she drank, and she danced. She hugged her father for the first time in a long time, and her mother... Her mother actually looked happy for once. Maybe she hadn't believed in Lottie at first, but Lottie felt as though maybe, just maybe, they understood eachother as two women stuck on the same drowning ship. And so it was that after a long day, she decided to retire to her room, wishing everyone a good night. Her childhood room. It hadn't changed in the slightest, and she supposed that was the scariest part — the effort it took to maintain that unchanging facade. Books that were well taken care of, tucked away on their shelves. Old stuffed animals and dolls she'd never gotten rid of. A chest of old, miscellaneous items, the wardrobe for her clothes, and her bed. Everything was as it should be. She closed the door and slid down onto the floor for a few moments. Being here was exhausting. She did it for love.

Palan coughed from his place on top of Lottie's chest. When she looked in his direction at the sudden sound, he gave a wide grin. “I expected more recognition. Margaret told me that you would be ecstatic to finally meet me. She told me a lot of things, actually. Not all of them have been true. She will be penalized for that.” (edited)

There were many thoughts running through Lottie's head. Stabbing him was the first one, followed by calling for help, as one does. He was probably some jackass, but he was just another man. And, her mother had been playing games for years. "Well, that's too bad," she retorted. "I don't know who you are in the slightest, but the window is that way if you want to climb out before I, you know, call for help. My mother is many things and has pulled many stunts, but there's no way in hell she would let some random man into my room."

6:41 PM

@Eck

Palan tsked as he stood up. “You mean to tell me you don't recognize me? And I know you aren't lying, because I don't even taste any fear in your breath. How disappointing.” He snapped his fingers and the window shut closed with a slam that cracked the glass. “Is this the way you treat an old family friend? You threaten and insult him? I am not leaving, Lottie. Not without my price.”

Lottie was anything if not smart. She was near the door, and she hadn't locked it yet. If she played her cards right, she could make a run for it. It was when he snapped his fingers she became... Suspicious. This man was clearly not right in the head, but she didn't understand just yet. Not fully. "Okay, okay. You know my name. You know my father's name. You don't look as though you're from the academy, and we don't have many friends out here. You clearly want something, and my mother probably understands better than me, right, so I can take you to her, and you can take it up to her. In my defense, however, I wasn't expecting a visitor. If you were me, you would threaten you, no?"

6:53 PM

@Eck

“If I were you?” Palan laughed. He stood up and stalked closer to Lottie. “If I were you, I would be very wary of irritating me, because that door is made of wood.” He snapped again and Lottie fell halfway into the door as if it was made of honey. Before she could react, it was solid again, leaving her partially embedded. “You're a smart girl. You should know who I am. Who else could do that?” (edited)

“I know what you are,” she hissed. She would not give him her panic, nor her fear. “You're a fae. You appear human, but you aren't. You don't appear unless you want something, are owed something, or have been crossed.” She wanted to struggle, but it was as though she were one with the door. She knew it would be worthless, pointless, illogical. “Who you are I don't know, for I have made no deal with you. Now, will you let me go?”

7:09 PM

@Eck

Palan laughed. “Not until you win our guessing game! I know you know me, I made sure of it! Or did you believe your mommy told you bedtime stories simply out of the kindness of her heart?”

If a heart could shatter, hers did into a million pieces. There was a bond between a mother and her child — there was supposed to be. If you could not love or trust your mother, then who could you trust? Did her father know, too? She closed her eyes and looked away from him. “Palan.” Simple, to the point. He wouldn't get to see her cry — no one had ever seen her cry. “What did she ask for, and what does she owe?”

7:23 PM

@Eck

“She asked for true love, and she owes one beautiful bride. And for once in her damn life, she might have over paid in that regard.” Palan grabbed Lottie's hand and yanked her painlessly out of the door. He loosely gripped her chin to redirect her to look at him. “Don't be so sad, dear. It tastes disgusting. It's your fault, really, for trusting such an untrustworthy individual. But now we may hate her in common.”

“If you want joy, seek a woman in this world who is happy, truly happy, and I would call you delusional. There is none except for between a page. Happiness is fiction.” She refused to look at him. She refused to acknowledge him. She simply existed. “Did my father know?” she asked point-blank. She just wanted to know if he loved her, at least. A small bit of consolidation.

7:35 PM

@Eck

Palan scoffed. “Lottie, dear, you're acting like you're at a funeral! It's a joyous day! You're finally getting married! And if your father was still here, he might very well be ecstatic to see this moment. He would be surprised by the groom, but I am very persuasive. He would come around, I'm sure.” Palan giggled to himself before continuing. “You may have lost your old future, but I've already devoured the happiness it might have granted you. It was very enjoyable feast! But my point is that you have nothing left to lose. Now the only happiness you can ever have is a life with me.” He kissed Lottie on the cheek and then squeezed her close. “Oh, my gorgeous Lottie,” he whispered over her shoulder. “Every lie and cheat I put up with from Margaret was worth it for you. You and your emotions are delectable. I am going to have a lot of fun with you, my dear.” (edited)

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was a trap, and in the end she fell for it. At least her father didn't know. It was one betrayal, not two. She knew a deal couldn't be broken, so she would marry him, then take her own life. If the future wasn't hers, she didn't want it. She wouldn't, however, speak it aloud. “Hush about your fun and just take me where you're taking me already. I'd like to rest.”

4:28 AM

@Eck

Palan could taste the sting of resignation in Lottie's emotions. That wasn't fun. Where was the stubborn woman he was promised? “Rest?” Palan exclaimed. “On our big day?” He sighed. “I never would have allowed this party if I knew that in addition to delaying my payment, it was going to steal away your enthusiasm for my first night with you. But I get it. You're curious about our new arrangements. You may take along anything you can carry, so gather it now and then we will be off.”

“My enthusiasm to spend the night with you is non-existent,” she retorted. “But, it's my duty, and so I must.” She would treat it like a job, and suddenly, it wasn't so bad. What was she to do? She could either kill herself or kill him. She grabbed her messenger bag, filled with her favorite books, poems, and the journals she’d written in. She shoved in a few more from her childhood. “Time moves differently between the realms, at least, so by the time I've taken a nap and woken up, you’ll probably get your damn day. You waited 23 years, you can wait a few hours.” @Eck

“Can is not the same as want, dear,” Palan retorted. “But if I give you a few hours of sleep, do you promise to be better mannered for our first day?” He extended his upright hand towards Lottie for her to grab and shake.

She shook her head. “I won't promise that, because unlike mother dearest, I don't lie. She sold me, but you ate my future. Everyone gets their happy ending but me. The one who actually deserves it.” @Eck

Palan retracted his extended hand as his smile twitched. “Oh, I promise you, your mother will not be getting a happy ending. At every step of the way, she has tried to cheat our bargain. But you will get a happy ending. You do not get to choose otherwise.” He gripped Lottie's shoulder and tapped his foot, making the room around them swap to a new one. They were inside a circular room with smooth wood walls. It was dimly lit by tiny wisps of light on the ceiling. Along the sides were tables and chairs that grew from the wood floor. There was no visible door or window to leave. In the center of the room was a literal flower bed with a sheet of wool thrown on top of it. “I think for tonight, I will put off our consummation. It's not fun unless you're begging me to ravage you.” Palan's nearest moved from Lottie's shoulder to roughly grip her ass. “But I am still very hungry, and you refused to make a deal with me. So I think I will tie you down and tease you so I can eat the aftershocks of your pleasure. I want to taste you mewling in bliss, my bride. How does that sound?”

5:37 AM

@QuothTheRaven

“Wait a damn minute,” Lottie interrupted. “So, I don't get an actual wedding, or a dress, nor a ring?” She sat her bag down, then sat in a chair. “You know, you are worse than a man. If I’m going to be your bride, then make me feel like it. If I can’t have my academics, I expect to be spoiled. Fine silks, jewels, food. Luxury.” @Eck

Palan hummed as he considered something. He grabbed two twisted bands of bushwood from the air with white flowers imitating diamonds sprouting from the top. He slipped one on his ring finger and got on one knee to present the other to Lottie. “I take you to be my bride. Do you take me to your groom?”

“To fulfill the debt you are owed, I do.” She was particular with her wording. She would not say until the end of her days, nor in sickness and in health. Simply, the basics. It would be a loveless marriage. She would fill her time with things, he would get his food and sex, then she would die. The ring was cute, at least, and she appreciated the effort a little. “Now, what, if I may ask, is exactly expected from me out of the marriage. Are you to simply feed from my joy, or are you expecting an heir as well for one reason or another?” She was… Business oriented, to say the least. @Eck

Palan laughed. “That is a question that is best answered later. For now, give me a chance to get those rancid emotions off of your mind.” He offered a hand to her, but large vines grew from the flower bed and began to quite visibly slither towards Lottie. The gesture was obvious; humor him or be made to humor him.

She didn’t want to join him in bed, because she’d rather sleep alone. She didn’t want to look at him. “Bathe with me first,” she suggested. “I have traveled far from the city filled with smog, and rolling around in the countryside doesn’t exactly make me bed ready.” She puts her hands up. “I’ll let you bathe me, touch me, whatever. If anything, it’ll ease us into it since you’ll have to strip me down as well.” @Eck

Palan's cheer vanished as he scowled. “Like mother, like daughter. I am sick of being denied and cheated and treated to unfair bargaining by conniving brats! I'll clean you my way.” Palan grabbed Lottie and teleported them both a foot to the left, leaving her naked with her clothes fluttering to the floor where she stood. There was a possessive look in his eye as he looked over Lottie nude form and the vines began curling up her legs. “I was starving for over a century when your mother came to me! She knew I was desperate and bargained you away instead of her own joy, making me wait another two decades for this day in excruciating hunger! Not a second longer!” (edited)

“Wait, wait, wait. First of all, I didn’t know. Second of all it was just a suggestion. I mean, you would get what you want anyway, right?” She was trying to keep her cool, because fuck if he gets her fear. “Also, that’s a low blow. I’m not even being conniving, but having sex on a bed of flowers doesn’t seem the most comfortable either.” There was a bit of shame being naked suddenly. It was to be expected. She didn’t know this man, nor did she truly desire him. There was also some shame about her own body. She was on the heavier side. She was plump with stretch marks and all the little imperfections. When she was younger, yes, she was skinnier, but leaving the house allowed her to put on proper weight… And indulge her sweet tooth. “I just thought that it would help to be more intimate first, don’t you want joy?”

8:42 AM

@Eck

The vines were up to Lottie's hips when they decided to make her slip to the floor and drag her back to the bed. New vines came to catch her flailing arms and pin them to her sides. They laid her back first on the wool cloth and her legs were wretched apart almost to their strain. The bed was surprisingly supportive despite being made of flowers. Maybe some kind of magic was strengthening them, allowing them to hold her weight without being crushed. Palan kneeled over her between her legs, his attention focused straight downwards. “Intimacy can come later. I already tasted your future, but potentials are nowhere as sweet as something fresh.” He looked up to smirk at Lottie. “I enjoy this in other ways, of course. You're not just food to me. You're also a beautiful woman I now get to make scream in ecstasy, and tomorrow I'll get to properly wed and bed.” (edited)

She tried to struggle, but the vines got tighter. She didn’t feel ready. It was going too fast. “Just, wait-“ She felt shame and embarrassment… Hatred too. She hated him. In the end, she settled for closing her eyes and looking away from him. She deserved her dignity, at least.

9:19 AM

@Eck

The sight before him was delectable. Lottie's dark curls framing her perfect slit and folds. And if he looked up, he saw her soft stomach and breasts heaving in flushed embarrassment, topped by a gorgeous head with a blushing face and luscious curly hair. It was a sight any man would be envious of, and Palan felt satisfaction in the truth that it was now his and his alone. Meanwhile, his bride was determined to hate this. He could taste from here that her emotions were filled with sour shame. That was no matter. She would enjoy herself soon enough. Palan bent down to lie with his face inches away from her Lottie's inner thigh, every hot breath surely felt by her against her core. “I know everything in this forest. Every tree, every woodland critter, every mushroom, every moss. But I have never seen this pretty flower before.” His hands climbed Lottie's inner thighs towards her “flower”, stopping just as they flanked the edges. He loosely gripped each lip and gently pulled them apart to get a better look. Palan made an exaggerated tsk, as if he saw something he didn't like. “It seems neglected. Is it wilting from a lack of attention? Don't worry, dear, I am a fantastic gardener. I will heal this flower with time.” He opened Lottie up further to locate her hood. He brought his right hand to it as soon as he spotted it, eagerly peeling it back to reveal her clitoris. He faintly stroked her exposed clit, trying to keep his touch on it ticklish rather than truly intense. “Ah, look at this cute little bud! Does it feel good when I stroke it? Does it need a little attention to start blooming?” Palan didn't care what Lottie's verbal response was. Instead, he reached out to taste her emotions as deeply as he could, searching for her true reaction to his touch. He wanted to know how best to tease and ruin her before he would properly begin. (edited)

Part of her realized that... He could read her emotions. So, she just had to not enjoy it deep to her core — ruin it for him. It wouldn't be hard to deny herself that. She tried to close her legs, biting down on her lip so she wouldn't make a sound. Deep down it felt... Weird. Strange, but in a good way. "Honestly, if you shut up maybe you'd be hot," she spat. "Do all you people speak in flower metaphors?" @Eck

Palan withdrew his hand and brushed his lips against Lottie's hood to hum as he mock-contemplated, pretending to be oblivious of the vibration he was providing. “I expect many of them do, but it has been a long time since I've seen another fae. But I suppose I can continue to sit here and dwell on the question if you would prefer.” He eagerly awaited her response to his suggestion as he continued to softly hum. (edited)

“You could… Let me down instead?” She suggested. “I mean, I promise I won't run for my life screaming.” She still refused him eye contact, but suggested. “You could at least sit me down and eat me out if you're really so desperate about it instead of observing me like I'm on the operation table.”

8:44 PM

@Eck

Palan's head perked up in surprise, but he quickly moved it into a wide smirk. “You want me to drink the nectar from your flower? Already? That's quite a shamelessly lewd suggestion, my dear.” His hands returned to open up her folds as he prepared to head down. “And here I thought it was going to take all night to get you to admit you wanted this. I am pleased by our quick progress.”

8:52 PM

@QuothTheRaven

“You speak like an old man in a shitty romance. In fact, you’re turning me off,” she replied, looking at him. She rested comfortably on the bed. “If you shut up for the rest of the night, I’ll be way more willing to cum on your face. Trust me, a quiet man is an attractive one.” @Eck

“You wound me, my flower.” Palan did not look wounded. In fact, he looked incredibly pleased with himself. “But I suppose you're correct that actions speak louder than words.” Palan's smile, for once, was completely genuine. He was very glad that his wife already was less mopey and defeatist. Yes, she was irritated with him, adding a noticeable spice to all of her flavors, but that was the manageable sort of emotion he was used to dealing with. He descended on her spread sex to kiss her clit and then dragged his tongue back and forth from her opening to the hood of her clit. He tasted her emotions very carefully as he did so, waiting for the signs of what aroused her the most.

9:16 PM

@QuothTheRaven