After I was taken inside the large mansion I was introduced to the staff: the butlers, maids, chefs and the tailor. Every room had either marble, granite or soft carpet floors; each wall was handcrafted. There were grand staircases, dining rooms, balconies and a ballroom. Everything was so surreal to me, everything was beautiful.
"My maid will take care of you, Silver," As Fleetway said that a small, white uke hedgehog can out of the line of servants. He was very pretty and looked a bit younger than me. He had long, white quills, yellow eyes and soft looking fur. "Please take my dear Scourge to the seamstress to get him fitted into his cloths."
"Yes, master Fleetway," He said with a bow; his voice was soothing and gentle like a flower. He turned to me. "This way, please."
So, in the end, I followed the maid to the seamstress; yet, something bugged me. This uke was in a maid's outfit, a dress. Did I have to wear dresses and skirts? Would I have to prance around in a puffy, pink nightmare like a fucking fairy?!
"Milady?"
"Huh?" I looked up to see the maid, Silver, gazing at me with concerned.
"Are you alright, milady? Are you feeling ill?" Gently he touched my forehead. "You don't seem warm…. Hmm…. Well, maybe you're cold from not wearing anything but that shirt. Let's get you to the seamstress so he can make you something warm."
"Um… okay," I couldn't argue with the cutie; I was cold. We went down a few hallways covered in old paintings before coming to a large, cherry stained door. As we went inside I saw loads of dress mannequins, sewing machines, drawings and fabric.
"You must be the Master's new mate, it is a pleasure. I am espio, the seamstress, please, this way."
X
After an hour with purple chameleon I had four dresses on the way, dresses. I've never worn a dress before, it looks breezy. It was getting dark out now, about 8:00 P.M. Silver had taken me to Fleetway's room, which was huge. The room was a light brown with cream details, the bed was large and in the same colors. After he left I sat down on the bed; it was super soft! Before I realized what I was doing I was rolling around in it, purring.
"Aw~" I stopped dead and sat up to find Fleetway watching me, a smirk on his lips. I felt my face burn in embarrassment, my ears pinned. "You're so adorable."
"I am no-!?" I was burning even worse than before now, my god why did I look up!? The yellow heggie was in nothing but a pair of black slacks, completely shirtless. His chest was perfectly fit and he had a dense six pack showing, I couldn't look away.
"See something you like~?" He teased, his grin widening. I couldn't help but shiver and look away; what the hell was wrong with me?!
"No," I stated firmly; I wasn't going to give in. I don't care how hot or handsome he was, I'm not going to break. Though, my chest felt weird; my heart was beating like crazy. He looked sad.
"Alright," He said strolling over to the bed where I sat, sitting down beside me. "You can go get a bath; it's that door over there." He pointed to the burgundy door with the golden knob. Without saying a word I stood and headed for the bathroom, however, I could feel his eyes burrowing into my ass. What a prev.
X
After the most amazing and relaxing bath I ever had I stepped out and wrapped a super soft towel around my body. I couldn't help but purr in bliss. I looked around before finding a mirror and stared at my reflection. All my wounds were gone, all the pain, not a smudge of it showed on my body; as if by magic it disappeared. It stumped me; I didn't know how it could have been done. Shaking my head I picked up a brush from the sink and brushed my quills into softness. That's when something caught my attention from the behind me in the mirror's reflection.
Sitting behind me on a vanity was some folded, black cloths; I could feel regret forming inside of me.
X
Saying I looked like a slut was an understatement. Coming out of the bathroom I was dressed in the skimpiest outfit I've ever worn. I was in a black, lace nightshirt. Yes, you heard me, a lace nightshirt. It went down to my waist, under them was a pair of short, matching shorts that barely hit my upper thighs. All I'm thinking right now is FML. If this fucker wasn't up to something then I've seen everything.
"You look good," Jumping I turned to see that pervert sitting in the bed, waiting for me. "You look tired. Come here, let's sleep." He patted the spot beside him.
I stared for a second, thinking. What if he wanted to mate? What if, while I'm asleep, he molests me? What if he rapes me in my sleep? I'd probably regret my next move, but I had to do it. I walked over and got in the bed, I did it for one reason only…..
I wanted to sleep in the fucking soft bed!
Getting in I laid down next to him, my heart pounding. Why did I just do that? Silently he laid down beside me, looking into my eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes, Scourge," He said caressing my face ever so gently. I shivered and looked away, a small blush on my cheeks. His hands were warm and strong; they cradled my face perfectly. "I'm so happy that I get to see them like this." He smiles at me; his eyes half lidded.
I was frozen; I couldn't speak. He…. He said I was beautiful…. No one has ever said that to me….
"T-Thank you…." I could barely choke those words out, my chest was squeezing so tight. Fleetway just smiled at me, pleased with me. That's when he did something unexpected.
"Good night, my love," He leaned forward and gently, yet strongly, kissed my forehead. I went stone still; I could feel his lips on my fur. What the hell was happening? Why was he doing this?
Why was he making me so breathless?