The Fairy woman continued her attentions, seemingly unable to understand that Richard simply wasn't interested. Or perhaps "wasn't interested" wasn't exactly true: his body was reacting, true; under the red-headed woman's hands he was certainly growing slightly, but it wasn't anything like what he looked or felt like fully grown. And although he continued to flick his eyes towards her soft, pillowy breasts with their nipples slightly exposed, he didn't give in and stare. The majority of his attention was still on the Fairy king--and his daughter.
The Fairy king continued to stroke Laele's soft shoulders, his clever fingers making their way below even her shirt now. Although they didn't stray farther down than her collarbones, his touch was growing increasingly suggestive. Perhaps Laele wouldn't notice--or perhaps she would, since it had hints of the treatment she'd come to expect over the past few weeks. But during it all his voice was pleasant: during it all, the king's honeyed words continued to slide into the little girl's brain and calm her down. He had a way of making the listeners feel safe, calm, relaxed.
"One!" he sounded shocked, a note of surprise making its way into his normally modulated voice. But it was quickly gone, replaced by mirth. "Sweet child, you've barely begun! Your mother must have taught you how to use your powers... so why don't you? Are you frightened?" His fingers began to work lower, massaging her sides, the king's soft fingers brushing lightly against the sides of her breasts. "We would be happy to show you."
The knight caught only glimpses here and there through the fairy woman's wagging head--and he was beginning to grow irritated. His fists clenched, unclenched, clenched. "Move," he growled.
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The Fairy king continued to stroke Laele's soft shoulders, his clever fingers making their way below even her shirt now. Although they didn't stray farther down than her collarbones, his touch was growing increasingly suggestive. Perhaps Laele wouldn't notice--or perhaps she would, since it had hints of the treatment she'd come to expect over the past few weeks. But during it all his voice was pleasant: during it all, the king's honeyed words continued to slide into the little girl's brain and calm her down. He had a way of making the listeners feel safe, calm, relaxed.
"One!" he sounded shocked, a note of surprise making its way into his normally modulated voice. But it was quickly gone, replaced by mirth. "Sweet child, you've barely begun! Your mother must have taught you how to use your powers... so why don't you? Are you frightened?" His fingers began to work lower, massaging her sides, the king's soft fingers brushing lightly against the sides of her breasts. "We would be happy to show you."
The knight caught only glimpses here and there through the fairy woman's wagging head--and he was beginning to grow irritated. His fists clenched, unclenched, clenched. "Move," he growled.