The Virgin and the Fae
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
9,640
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental
Chapter 14
After a pause, Garrick spoke.
“Charlotte?” No response. “I’m not new to your game, little one. I know you’re there.”
Charlotte still obstinately didn’t respond. She had no desire to speak to Garrick after the way he had humiliated her the night before.
Within a few steps, Garrick crossed the room, putting his hands on her shoulders.
She stiffened, almost imperceptibly, but he noticed it.
“Charlotte, I have had an extremely trying day. I had even prepared myself to forgive your little outburst this morning. All because of the thought of returning home to you actually made me happy..."he trailed off for a moment, before continuing, his voice gaining in anger. "Everything. I have done everything for you! I have bargained for allegiances and jeopardized my country’s stability all to give you your precious time. I have denied myself repeatedly for no other reason than your wants and needs. Even now, I deny myself of claiming you the way I long to for you. But I will not allow you to deny me of even your presence.”
With that Garrick shoved her violently to the floor. Charlotte yelped with surprise, and tried to scramble away. Garrick kicked her back to the ground, placing his boot firmly in the middle of her back, holding her down.
“No, Charlotte, if this is what it takes to have you here and present with me, then so be it.” The boot was gone and she was flung up into his arms.
Before she could even struggle, Charlotte found herself lying face down, her stomach pressed down over Garrick’s knees, his overly large jacket flipped up to her waist, leaving her backside exposed.
She knew what was going to happen, and yet it was all too sudden for her to consciously understand what was to occur.
Garrick’s hand came down against her with a firm smack. He rained blows down against her butt and thighs, each one punctuated by a scream from Charlotte.
She squirmed against him, trying to get away. Her legs and arms flailing, searching to somehow make contact with him.
Garrick continued to spank her, intent on holding her fast against him despite her movements.
He found her to be too thin, the result of too many forgotten meals, but still he watched fascinated as her flesh giggled against his hand. There was a tiny ripple of motion that travelled down across her thighs so enticingly. Gods, how he wanted her.
The moment she went slack, he stopped. Punishing her was necessary, but to continue beyond the point where she had strength to fight back…that was something else entirely. He desperately wanted to continue. And yet…No, he couldn’t. Charlotte was too fragile for him to allow himself to indulge such desires. He’d told the truth to Locke when he’d said Charlotte would never break. Mentally, she wouldn’t, it was true. But physically…
There would always be stronger Fae women for those desires when they came over him. He could treasure his delicate human and use the others in ways that she could not withstand.
He stroked his hand soothingly across her flaming skin. Her entire backside had turned a blotched bright red. There were even a few places where he could make out the outline of his hand, he noted with pride. Across his knees, Garrick felt the rise and fall of Charlotte’s chest as she cried softly, though he suspected that was more from the indignity of her punishment than actual pain.
With ease, Garrick turned her and scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as she cried. Her head flopped loosely against his neck.
“It’s alright, little one. It’s over now.”
Charlotte only shuddered against another sob.
Garrick rocked her gently in his arms until sobs turned to hiccups and then finally she fell silent. He thought he might have even fallen asleep.
With utmost care, Garrick rose and took her to the bed, unbuttoning his jacket and slipping it from her before setting her down on her side.
As wonderful as she looked naked, or even in his jacket, he really was going to have to find her something to wear for the following day.
He dreaded her meeting Cronus and his son. If Cronus persisted in requesting her as a gift for his son, Garrick worried there would be political ramifications when he continued declining. Of course he would not give Charlotte away, but still it would be much more pleasant if they didn’t want her in the first place….Perhaps he’d give her a pair of those blue pants she wore so often. Jeans, he thought they were called. As distasteful as they were, they would be easy enough to find.
Charlotte might even be grateful for his allowance to her. And Cronus and his son would hopefully find her masculine clothes to be rather repugnant.
What was that mortal saying? Two birds, one stone….
A/N: Hi guys! I'd intended to write a longer chapter to post but things have gotten really hectic all of a sudden. But hopefully this will tide people over until I have more time on my hands to write the next chapter, which will--hopefully--finally begin to explain things and set up more of the plot (once I fully determine what it is going to be lol). As always, thanks so much to everyone for reviewing!!
“Charlotte?” No response. “I’m not new to your game, little one. I know you’re there.”
Charlotte still obstinately didn’t respond. She had no desire to speak to Garrick after the way he had humiliated her the night before.
Within a few steps, Garrick crossed the room, putting his hands on her shoulders.
She stiffened, almost imperceptibly, but he noticed it.
“Charlotte, I have had an extremely trying day. I had even prepared myself to forgive your little outburst this morning. All because of the thought of returning home to you actually made me happy..."he trailed off for a moment, before continuing, his voice gaining in anger. "Everything. I have done everything for you! I have bargained for allegiances and jeopardized my country’s stability all to give you your precious time. I have denied myself repeatedly for no other reason than your wants and needs. Even now, I deny myself of claiming you the way I long to for you. But I will not allow you to deny me of even your presence.”
With that Garrick shoved her violently to the floor. Charlotte yelped with surprise, and tried to scramble away. Garrick kicked her back to the ground, placing his boot firmly in the middle of her back, holding her down.
“No, Charlotte, if this is what it takes to have you here and present with me, then so be it.” The boot was gone and she was flung up into his arms.
Before she could even struggle, Charlotte found herself lying face down, her stomach pressed down over Garrick’s knees, his overly large jacket flipped up to her waist, leaving her backside exposed.
She knew what was going to happen, and yet it was all too sudden for her to consciously understand what was to occur.
Garrick’s hand came down against her with a firm smack. He rained blows down against her butt and thighs, each one punctuated by a scream from Charlotte.
She squirmed against him, trying to get away. Her legs and arms flailing, searching to somehow make contact with him.
Garrick continued to spank her, intent on holding her fast against him despite her movements.
He found her to be too thin, the result of too many forgotten meals, but still he watched fascinated as her flesh giggled against his hand. There was a tiny ripple of motion that travelled down across her thighs so enticingly. Gods, how he wanted her.
The moment she went slack, he stopped. Punishing her was necessary, but to continue beyond the point where she had strength to fight back…that was something else entirely. He desperately wanted to continue. And yet…No, he couldn’t. Charlotte was too fragile for him to allow himself to indulge such desires. He’d told the truth to Locke when he’d said Charlotte would never break. Mentally, she wouldn’t, it was true. But physically…
There would always be stronger Fae women for those desires when they came over him. He could treasure his delicate human and use the others in ways that she could not withstand.
He stroked his hand soothingly across her flaming skin. Her entire backside had turned a blotched bright red. There were even a few places where he could make out the outline of his hand, he noted with pride. Across his knees, Garrick felt the rise and fall of Charlotte’s chest as she cried softly, though he suspected that was more from the indignity of her punishment than actual pain.
With ease, Garrick turned her and scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as she cried. Her head flopped loosely against his neck.
“It’s alright, little one. It’s over now.”
Charlotte only shuddered against another sob.
Garrick rocked her gently in his arms until sobs turned to hiccups and then finally she fell silent. He thought he might have even fallen asleep.
With utmost care, Garrick rose and took her to the bed, unbuttoning his jacket and slipping it from her before setting her down on her side.
As wonderful as she looked naked, or even in his jacket, he really was going to have to find her something to wear for the following day.
He dreaded her meeting Cronus and his son. If Cronus persisted in requesting her as a gift for his son, Garrick worried there would be political ramifications when he continued declining. Of course he would not give Charlotte away, but still it would be much more pleasant if they didn’t want her in the first place….Perhaps he’d give her a pair of those blue pants she wore so often. Jeans, he thought they were called. As distasteful as they were, they would be easy enough to find.
Charlotte might even be grateful for his allowance to her. And Cronus and his son would hopefully find her masculine clothes to be rather repugnant.
What was that mortal saying? Two birds, one stone….
A/N: Hi guys! I'd intended to write a longer chapter to post but things have gotten really hectic all of a sudden. But hopefully this will tide people over until I have more time on my hands to write the next chapter, which will--hopefully--finally begin to explain things and set up more of the plot (once I fully determine what it is going to be lol). As always, thanks so much to everyone for reviewing!!