The Many Mini-Misadventures of Stan and Spooky

Plot Three - A Band Reunited

by Syrenia

Chapter Six - Concubine

Later on, back inside the castle, Stan was busy doing paperwork, Spooky having wandered into a room and finding a maid.

"Oh, Mistress! My name is Anne. I need to speak with you!" the maid called. "Come have a seat, please."

"What is it?" Spooky asked curiously.

"Well, I decided to inform you of something I think you'll find important. I'll just be blunt about it and it has to do with the King," Anne sighed. "To be his slave is to be a mate who can help supply children to the family."

Spooky looked confused, "Then what about the demoness he's in love with? Why isn't she the one to provide him children?"

"I'll leave that to the King to explain, Mistress," she replied, standing. "I can say no more. And, please, don't let him know it was I who informed you."

"I won't tell him," Spooky replied, standing as well. "Where is he; do you know?"

"The King is in his quarters, Mistress," Anne replied before heading out of the room.

Marching down the hall to Stan's room, Spooky was furious. She had had no idea what she was being used for and now she would confront him.

Without even knocking, she burst through the door, eyes surveying the room and finding him at his desk.

Staring back at her, Stan stood, "What's wrong?"

"You and I need to have a little discussion," she said angrily, heading over to a cushioned chair near the bed to his side. "I just got informed by a source I will not name that being a slave to you means I have to mate with you."

"So," he began, putting down the pen in his hand and looking to her, "you finally know."

"That I'm really a mistress? A mistress to you? Yes, I know," she replied, Stan realizing she didn't fully understand yet.

Somehow, it gave him some relief that she was so naive.

"Why can't that demoness you love give you children? I don't want to be a part of this kind of custom, no matter how normal it may be to our kind," she ranted, wanting to jump up and punch the Evil King.

"Is it so bad?" he asked as he walked over to her, her expression confused. "Is it so terrible that you would mate with me? I've obviously chosen to mate with you."

Seeing her embarrassment, he couldn't help himself, bending down with his hand to the arm of the chair, the other on its back.

Softly, he kissed her cheek, lingering there before he moved to her neck, kissing a few times as his hands moved. Reaching to her waist, he gently moved her upward to a stand, his hands slipping from her waist until he embraced her, kissing her neck hungrily.

Spooky didn't know what to do, this being her master.

If she ran from him, would he pursue?

Suddenly, she tried to pull away, Stan tightening his embrace, "Mmph..."

He spoke with heavy breaths in between his hungry kisses, "..Mmm... Be still..."

Trying to escape him, she fought, but he held on, soon moving a passionate kiss to her mouth. As she tried to pull back, his hand rose, firmly but gently pressing against the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. When he finished, his nose was pressed to hers as he panted.

Again, she tried to move away, but he held on, touching his fingers to her chin to turn her face toward him.

She briefly met his eyes before they dashed away, Stan taking a liking to her eyes on his, gently turning her head to him once more.

"Look at me," ordered the Demon Lord, Spooky unable to do so.

Her eyes were downcast, but he merely moved into her sight.

Looking away again, she soon found he would move to no matter where her eyes rested, finally closing them as she lightly shook.

"Spooky," he said softly, noticing her eyes tighten.

Keeping his firm hold on her, he smirked, "Look at me, slave."

Reminded of her status, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking them into focus.

As she looked back into his, embarrassed to be scrutinized so closely, Stan looked back, taking in the sight of her deep blue eyes.

Unable to keep from it, she looked away, once again trying to escape.

Remaining firm in his hold on her, he began studying her ears, hand rising up to touch one with care.

Unlike his own, her ears were rounded, shaped like a human's even still, though his were pointed.

"You have such strange ears," he mused. "You should have lost your human form."

Spooky didn't say a word, knowing their kind had always held certain similar features. Being a shadow demon, she should've had ears like his after her transformation, but her usual form remained so different from her kind.

Unlike her kin, she had such pale skin that seemed not to tan no matter how long she was in the sunlight, her kind having tanned skin from birth.

Her eyes, another trait that didn't fit, were dark blue, whereas others of her kind had golden eyes.

Even her hair had remained so different in both forms, not the blonde color it should have been. Instead it was dark brown, odd dark blue bangs in the front on each side.

Then there were her fingernails - those of Spooky's race were naturally long and slightly curled, almost like claws, also golden.

Instead, hers were like those of a human, though she chewed them down constantly, embarrassed about how human they looked ever since she found out what she was.

And, quite strangely, only one tooth that should have been a fang was. One looked human while the other, on the right, was like that of her race.

"...You look so human," Stan noted, sneering a bit, her eyes shooting to him.

She feared being yet again treated like an outcast for the way she looked, especially by the one her race was now led by, though he had never seemed to care.

To be taunted by the leader of her own kind would mean nothing but embarrassment for her, Stan unknowing of how she'd been treated throughout the castle.

"Hmm," he muttered. "Your skin is too pale to be a shadow demon."

Spooky cringed a bit, hating to be alive to hear her own King taunting her.

Slipping his hand down her arm, he took her hand, lifting it up and inspecting her fingers, noticing her nails and looking to her.

"You shouldn't cut your nails," he reprimanded, slowly letting her hand fall.

As she looked to him, he took her by the chin.

"Your eyes remain so human," he said as he moved his fingers to a bit of her hair, "as does your hair."

She felt as if under a microscope, his eyes on her causing pricks to her skin.