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jeriendhalRolas has some very interesting dreams, for which this section is rated R.
"I still don't understand why you let him get away from you," Melika asked, sipping her tea and leaning back in her lawn chair in the grotto.
"I didn't let him get away, you took him from me," the Red Vixen replied with a grin. "Paid for him fair and square, to use the human term. I had to let him go, those were the rules."
"Which you made up."
"Of course I did, but that doesn't make them any less important. If you don't stick to the rules of the game, what's the point in playing? I had my chance at him, now it's yours."
"Thank you, though I'm not sure how well I'm doing. He's so very angry inside. It's hard to steal a heart, when it's surrounded by monofilament guard wire."
"That's why you need to keep him properly tamed." The Red Vixen leaned over the side of her chair and scratched Rolas' ears. He would have voiced his objection to that, except both the vixens had bound him in lengths of red silk ribbons to the chair between them, arms at his sides, legs tied together, mouth muzzled tight. They each held a leash in their hands, the other end wrapped around not his throat but his manhood, which they tended to tug simultaneously, leaving him painfully aroused and completely divided over which to come closer to.
"But I want him to come to me freely. I want him to have a choice," Melika said, which seemed to be a gross contradiction given his current circumstances.
"There's nothing wrong with that," the Red Vixen said. She stroked his head, making him relax despite himself. "You just have to make sure all of his choices lead to you."
Rolas woke up from the dream with a start, his bedsheets tangled around him, the com beside the bed beeping insistently. He disentangled an arm and slapped the acknowledgment button, holding it and stating, "Call accepted, audio only."
My apologies for waking you, milord, one of the servants said, but you did say to interrupt you should Lady Melika call.
“Ah, yes thank you. Put her through. Audio only.”
Actually, she’s down in the sitting room, milord.
“What, now? It has to be…” He checked the clock on the com, which said it was past 1100 hours. “I told you to wake me at 0800.”
The lady Sallivera countermanded that order, milord. She said you seemed tired of late.
“She did? That not like… well, not like she is nowa… er, just let Lady Melika know I’ll be down in a moment.” He cut the com, jumped into a shirt and trousers, then quickly made his way down to the sitting room. To his surprise, he found Salli there as well, sharing a tea with Melika.
“Oh, there you are, Rolas,” Salli said. She smiled at Melika and stood up. “I’ll just leave you two to talk.” She bussed Rolas on the cheek and left the room, leaving him gaping in her wake.
“She’s improving,” Melika said. “Please, sit down and have some tea, Rolas.”
“Improving rapidly,” he said, doing as he was bid. “I’m surprised I didn’t notice before now.”
“You’ve been wrapped up in your own troubles. That and frankly we’re both a known quantity to her. She’s got no reason to be frightened of us.” She took another sip of her tea, while he poured a cup for himself and dumped sugar and milk into it. “Your mother called me to let me know about your meeting with the Countess. I’m surprised you didn’t talk to me about it directly.”
“What was I supposed to tell you; that our leigelady has us by the b-- throat?” He really had to more circumspect in his language. It didn’t help that he was distracted by the dress Melika was wearing. It was perfectly proper for a noblevixen of her rank, but the red ribbons she’d tied at her elbows and wrists for accent were terribly distracting.
“We’re friends, Rolas, or at least I hope we are at this point. If I’m to find more ways to help you I need to be kept up to date with what’s happening. You didn’t bother to tell me that you’d discovered the traitor who betrayed you for one thing.”
“I… well, given the circumstances, it made little difference anyway. Knowing who did it will not help us, not if we can’t get him to testify. Even then there’s a heavy burden of proof when using a commoner’s testimony against a noble.” He paused, rubbed his muzzle nervously, then continued. “I think perhaps it would be best if we stopped seeing each other. Or, at least, agreed to keep our contacts on a strictly formal basis.”
Looking shocked, she said, “Whatever do you mean, Rolas?”
“I lost my temper with Hotclaw when I confronted him. I… I had my teeth at his throat, actually. If he had said the wrong word at that moment I would have quite literally torn his windpipe out.” He ducked his head down. “I have developed a temper, these past few years. Better that you stay clear of it.”
“Did you kill him, or even hurt him?”
“Well, no.”
“Did you remove him from his home immediately, or did you give him at least a decent interval to pull himself and his family out before confiscating whatever was left behind?”
“If you can call twenty hours decent, then yes,” he admitted.
She buried her face in her paws briefly, shaking her head. “Oh, Rolas. If Hotclaw had spoken to me in the manner that your mother described, I would have had my teeth at his throat. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t at least take one of his ears off for the trouble he’d given you.”
“I would not do that!”
“That’s my point, Rolas. Wanting to lash out because of what that male and his despicable countess have done to you and your family doesn’t mean you’ve lost control, it just means you’ve still got a detectable pulse.” She took hold of his paw and brought it up to her throat. Beneath the soft fur of her pelt, he could feel her blood rushing underneath the tips of his claws. “Do you feel like committing violence against me, Rolas? Have you ever felt anger towards me, so much that you would hurt me?”
“Never, Melika.” He tried to pull his paw back, but she held onto it, drawing him closer to her, until her arms wrapped around him and he could feel her chin resting against his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his. He let out a long sigh, melting against her.
“Besides, it should be I that leaves you, I think,” she said.
“What? No please, Melika,” he said. “When I’m with you, I feel… it’s as if all the world’s troubles are kept at bay, even if just for a little while.”
“But I’m no good for you.”
“You’ve saved my family from financial ruin.”
“It’s not that.”
“What then?”
“Nothing I can talk to you about. Perhaps someday, but not now.”
He buried his muzzle in the soft fur of her neck, drawing in her scent. “It doesn’t matter what secrets you have, so long as we may be together.” He looked up into her eyes, leaning towards her, mouth open.
To his surprise, she put her fingers over his muzzle, closing it and pushing him away slightly. “Not yet, Rolas.”
“Why not?”
“When all my secrets are revealed, then you may kiss me, Rolas. I swear that to you, but not yet.”
“As you will, milady,” he said, drawing away from her. “I thought I had your trust.”
“You do Rolas, it’s just…”
“Surely you’re not working for the Countess, drawing me to you just for the chance to break my heart?”
“No!” she replied, her shock at the awful idea appearing quite genuine. “That isn’t it, Rolas.”
“What then?” he demanded.
“I can’t discuss, I simply can’t. And if that is not enough for you… then I really couldn’t blame you if you chose to be offended.”
“Melika, please, I’m not, but I won’t pretend I’m not confused.” Impulsively, he asked, “Grant me one of your ribbons.”
“What do you mean?”
He held out his wrist to her. “Grant me one of the ribbons from your dress as a token. Should I wish to end our relationship, then I will return it to you. Should you wish to end it, you merely may ask for it back. Until then, I will consider myself bound to you.”
“Rolas, that’s hardly… Oh, my.” She appeared to be quite embarrassed. Damnit, he’d intended it to be a romantic gesture. But after a moment’s hesitation she untied one of long trailing ribbons from her elbow, wrapping it around his wrist once, then pulling the ends up across his palm, between his fingers and across the back of his paw, before wrapping the ends twice more around his wrist and knotting it with a neat bow, in one of the oldest of romantic styles. It wasn’t as fraught with meaning as a formal binding ceremony between mates, but the connotation of connection between two lovers was obvious to anyone. “There,” she said. “Though it’s a pity that I don’t have my seal with me right now to place on the knot. No, that wouldn’t be any good. Hot wax and fur don’t mix.”
For a moment he thought he’d ask her how she knew this particular fact, but instead he merely said, “Thank you, milady.”
“It isn’t quite fair though. I don’t have a token of yours to keep.”
He took hold of her hand, placing it on his chest, over his heart. “You have this, my Lady Melika.”
“Oh. My.”
TBC
"I still don't understand why you let him get away from you," Melika asked, sipping her tea and leaning back in her lawn chair in the grotto.
"I didn't let him get away, you took him from me," the Red Vixen replied with a grin. "Paid for him fair and square, to use the human term. I had to let him go, those were the rules."
"Which you made up."
"Of course I did, but that doesn't make them any less important. If you don't stick to the rules of the game, what's the point in playing? I had my chance at him, now it's yours."
"Thank you, though I'm not sure how well I'm doing. He's so very angry inside. It's hard to steal a heart, when it's surrounded by monofilament guard wire."
"That's why you need to keep him properly tamed." The Red Vixen leaned over the side of her chair and scratched Rolas' ears. He would have voiced his objection to that, except both the vixens had bound him in lengths of red silk ribbons to the chair between them, arms at his sides, legs tied together, mouth muzzled tight. They each held a leash in their hands, the other end wrapped around not his throat but his manhood, which they tended to tug simultaneously, leaving him painfully aroused and completely divided over which to come closer to.
"But I want him to come to me freely. I want him to have a choice," Melika said, which seemed to be a gross contradiction given his current circumstances.
"There's nothing wrong with that," the Red Vixen said. She stroked his head, making him relax despite himself. "You just have to make sure all of his choices lead to you."
Rolas woke up from the dream with a start, his bedsheets tangled around him, the com beside the bed beeping insistently. He disentangled an arm and slapped the acknowledgment button, holding it and stating, "Call accepted, audio only."
My apologies for waking you, milord, one of the servants said, but you did say to interrupt you should Lady Melika call.
“Ah, yes thank you. Put her through. Audio only.”
Actually, she’s down in the sitting room, milord.
“What, now? It has to be…” He checked the clock on the com, which said it was past 1100 hours. “I told you to wake me at 0800.”
The lady Sallivera countermanded that order, milord. She said you seemed tired of late.
“She did? That not like… well, not like she is nowa… er, just let Lady Melika know I’ll be down in a moment.” He cut the com, jumped into a shirt and trousers, then quickly made his way down to the sitting room. To his surprise, he found Salli there as well, sharing a tea with Melika.
“Oh, there you are, Rolas,” Salli said. She smiled at Melika and stood up. “I’ll just leave you two to talk.” She bussed Rolas on the cheek and left the room, leaving him gaping in her wake.
“She’s improving,” Melika said. “Please, sit down and have some tea, Rolas.”
“Improving rapidly,” he said, doing as he was bid. “I’m surprised I didn’t notice before now.”
“You’ve been wrapped up in your own troubles. That and frankly we’re both a known quantity to her. She’s got no reason to be frightened of us.” She took another sip of her tea, while he poured a cup for himself and dumped sugar and milk into it. “Your mother called me to let me know about your meeting with the Countess. I’m surprised you didn’t talk to me about it directly.”
“What was I supposed to tell you; that our leigelady has us by the b-- throat?” He really had to more circumspect in his language. It didn’t help that he was distracted by the dress Melika was wearing. It was perfectly proper for a noblevixen of her rank, but the red ribbons she’d tied at her elbows and wrists for accent were terribly distracting.
“We’re friends, Rolas, or at least I hope we are at this point. If I’m to find more ways to help you I need to be kept up to date with what’s happening. You didn’t bother to tell me that you’d discovered the traitor who betrayed you for one thing.”
“I… well, given the circumstances, it made little difference anyway. Knowing who did it will not help us, not if we can’t get him to testify. Even then there’s a heavy burden of proof when using a commoner’s testimony against a noble.” He paused, rubbed his muzzle nervously, then continued. “I think perhaps it would be best if we stopped seeing each other. Or, at least, agreed to keep our contacts on a strictly formal basis.”
Looking shocked, she said, “Whatever do you mean, Rolas?”
“I lost my temper with Hotclaw when I confronted him. I… I had my teeth at his throat, actually. If he had said the wrong word at that moment I would have quite literally torn his windpipe out.” He ducked his head down. “I have developed a temper, these past few years. Better that you stay clear of it.”
“Did you kill him, or even hurt him?”
“Well, no.”
“Did you remove him from his home immediately, or did you give him at least a decent interval to pull himself and his family out before confiscating whatever was left behind?”
“If you can call twenty hours decent, then yes,” he admitted.
She buried her face in her paws briefly, shaking her head. “Oh, Rolas. If Hotclaw had spoken to me in the manner that your mother described, I would have had my teeth at his throat. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t at least take one of his ears off for the trouble he’d given you.”
“I would not do that!”
“That’s my point, Rolas. Wanting to lash out because of what that male and his despicable countess have done to you and your family doesn’t mean you’ve lost control, it just means you’ve still got a detectable pulse.” She took hold of his paw and brought it up to her throat. Beneath the soft fur of her pelt, he could feel her blood rushing underneath the tips of his claws. “Do you feel like committing violence against me, Rolas? Have you ever felt anger towards me, so much that you would hurt me?”
“Never, Melika.” He tried to pull his paw back, but she held onto it, drawing him closer to her, until her arms wrapped around him and he could feel her chin resting against his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his. He let out a long sigh, melting against her.
“Besides, it should be I that leaves you, I think,” she said.
“What? No please, Melika,” he said. “When I’m with you, I feel… it’s as if all the world’s troubles are kept at bay, even if just for a little while.”
“But I’m no good for you.”
“You’ve saved my family from financial ruin.”
“It’s not that.”
“What then?”
“Nothing I can talk to you about. Perhaps someday, but not now.”
He buried his muzzle in the soft fur of her neck, drawing in her scent. “It doesn’t matter what secrets you have, so long as we may be together.” He looked up into her eyes, leaning towards her, mouth open.
To his surprise, she put her fingers over his muzzle, closing it and pushing him away slightly. “Not yet, Rolas.”
“Why not?”
“When all my secrets are revealed, then you may kiss me, Rolas. I swear that to you, but not yet.”
“As you will, milady,” he said, drawing away from her. “I thought I had your trust.”
“You do Rolas, it’s just…”
“Surely you’re not working for the Countess, drawing me to you just for the chance to break my heart?”
“No!” she replied, her shock at the awful idea appearing quite genuine. “That isn’t it, Rolas.”
“What then?” he demanded.
“I can’t discuss, I simply can’t. And if that is not enough for you… then I really couldn’t blame you if you chose to be offended.”
“Melika, please, I’m not, but I won’t pretend I’m not confused.” Impulsively, he asked, “Grant me one of your ribbons.”
“What do you mean?”
He held out his wrist to her. “Grant me one of the ribbons from your dress as a token. Should I wish to end our relationship, then I will return it to you. Should you wish to end it, you merely may ask for it back. Until then, I will consider myself bound to you.”
“Rolas, that’s hardly… Oh, my.” She appeared to be quite embarrassed. Damnit, he’d intended it to be a romantic gesture. But after a moment’s hesitation she untied one of long trailing ribbons from her elbow, wrapping it around his wrist once, then pulling the ends up across his palm, between his fingers and across the back of his paw, before wrapping the ends twice more around his wrist and knotting it with a neat bow, in one of the oldest of romantic styles. It wasn’t as fraught with meaning as a formal binding ceremony between mates, but the connotation of connection between two lovers was obvious to anyone. “There,” she said. “Though it’s a pity that I don’t have my seal with me right now to place on the knot. No, that wouldn’t be any good. Hot wax and fur don’t mix.”
For a moment he thought he’d ask her how she knew this particular fact, but instead he merely said, “Thank you, milady.”
“It isn’t quite fair though. I don’t have a token of yours to keep.”
He took hold of her hand, placing it on his chest, over his heart. “You have this, my Lady Melika.”
“Oh. My.”
TBC
