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Hello! This is my first post! I used to only post on Ao3 but I found out Tumblr has good fanfictions on it too so I wanted to try it out! Especially because I rlly only do oneshots.
But anyway this is an OC x Canon bc I found out I love Dark Choco and wanted to give him a good time! Vanilla Fudge is the adopted child of Pure Vanilla that ran away after the Dark Flour War and lives in the forest!
This oneshot take place when Dark Choco ran away from Dark Enchantress and the gang and found his childhood friend, now living with him. He suddenly gets his speech and thought bubbles mixed up and they start to decompress.
Warnings/Tags(?): mentions of battle scars, MLM, top subbychoco, sweet love, smut, aftercare, not beta read cus my beta reader doesn't like smut
Also pls tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, I'm most definitely not doing in on purposeT-T
Dark Choco couldn’t contain himself much longer. Ever since he made the decision to start living with Vanilla Fudge he has felt an overwhelming attraction towards him. He was just so kind, so caring, so loving. Every compliment that fell out of the vanilla’s mouth felt intoxicating, every “good job” and successful task done made the stoic Cacaoian blush. It was embarrassing.
Most times he could hide his desire, bury it so deep within himself not even the raisin crows would find it. However, when they were going hunting or training, he feared his thoughts were practically being broadcast to all of earthbread on full volume. Vanilla Fudge valued movement in battle more than strength unlike Dark Choco, so he wore lighter clothes. That in of itself wasn’t the problem. The issue is he always wore a tight-fitting tank top that highlighted both his chest and biceps, fingerless gloves that just looked really good on his strong hands. Tight leggings with some sort of drape over them to provide some coverage he was sure, but occasionally Dark Choco would accidentally get a glimpse of what was under in the middle of battle, it throws him off every single time. He doesn’t do it on purpose! It just happens! I’m not a pervert they chant in their head, but all he wants is to get a look again, consensually of course.
Vanilla Fudge was a lot stronger than before, in their childhood years. He loved baking and making flower crowns, especially healing others. A lot like Pure Vanilla except a bit more adventurous if he remembers correctly. Not to say he doesn’t still like those things, he still bakes quite often for Dark Choco. Now however, it seems as if he has gained an ambition for sparring and training. Either that or it was out of necessity. No matter the reason, it was so hot. Hotter than hot, seeing such a beautiful, delicate looking man, taking on monsters twice his size and weighing three times his own, covered in jam, made Dark Choco so wet.
Well, not wet. They didn’t have a pussy. But if they did, their pants would be soaked.
Right now, the sun was setting in the horizon. Dark Choco was washing the few dishes left in the sink from dinner, Dak Gomtang, or just chicken soup with beef-bone broth and ginger, is what they had that night. Simple but really tasty when cooked properly, which of course it was.
Vanilla Fudge walked up to Dark Choco, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezing, which didn’t catch Dark Choco off guard, after all he was very vigilant of his surroundings. But the contact made heat rise to his face.
“Come. I want you to sit with me, Choco” His voice meted like honey in Dark Choco’s ears. Silently nodding and placing the last of the plates on a rag to dry. He then followed Vanilla Fudge to the patio outside, where hand carved chairs were placed facing the sun set. “I just want you to watch the sunset with me,” the vanilla said, gently sitting down on one of the chairs. “We just need to decompress after today. Those Cake Hounds almost killed my produce”
Dark Choco lets out a breath of amusement, following his friend to the chairs and taking the seat adjacent to him. “Hm?” Dark Choco directs his attention to Vanilla Fudge, who was looking at him in what seemed like faux confusion. “Not going to sit on my lap?” he asks with a flirtatious smirk, catching Dark Choco off guard, face now completely burning red. Vanilla Fudge bursts out in laughter, almost falling out of his chair with how much he was doubling over in laughter. “Oh your face! Oh my witches, you should’ve seen yourself!”
Dark Choco grumbles to himself, wrapping his somewhat traditional, but still casual, robe around him tighter. He crosses one leg over the other to show frustration, but in reality, it was mostly to cover up the boner under his cloth. “You are so anoying…” Dark Choco says with a small scowl, only making the vanilla tempted to tease him more. “C’mon, you should laugh! It was funny” “Sorry, I have forgotten how to laugh” he responds, his voice monotone.
“Okay edge lord, you’re still cute” Vanilla Fudge smiles softly at the other, witnessing how his face continues to get impossibly hot. “Hm? Did the pretty boy like that?” he teases, resting his head on the chair’s arm, gazing at Dark Choco like he was a beautiful play, meant to be gawked at and admired. Dark Choco mumbles something incomprehensible, pouting a little.
“C’mon, look at me, Choco” Vanilla Fudge taunts in a sing-song voice, getting a kick out of embarrassing Dark Choco. The Cacaoian reluctantly looks over to make eye contact with the other, face still hot at his cheeks. “There’s that beautiful face! Now smile!” Dark Choco practically growls. “C’mon… Turn that frown upside down!”
Witches, you’re annoying “I want you so bad right now”
“What?”
“What?”
It took a while for Dark Choco to realise that he got his inside thoughts and speech messed up, not only that but he stated that he wanted the other man in such a whiny, needy voice. It was pathetic.
They both sat in silence for a while, suddenly the floor was very interesting to Dark Choco. Very talented craftsmanship he must say.
He waited desperately for Vanilla Fudge to start laughing, so he can play it all off as a joke and they can move on. But that laughter never came.
“Well…” Vanilla Fudge started tugging on the collar of his shirt, now it was his turn to get red all over. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it”
“Huh” Dark Choco whips his head around to look back at Vanilla Fudge, complete shock written all over his face. “You heard me” Vanilla Fudge responds, chuckling softly. He pushes himself off of his chair and walks over to Dark Choco, looming over him and placing a hand on his shoulder, gently sliding it way too close to his neck for it to be just platonic.
“I heard it’s a great way to decompress, isn't it?” He smiles softly, his eyes full of desire for the man in front of him. Dark Choco was speechless, staring stupidly up at Vanilla Fudge. “... Yeah…” he practically breathes out, not in control of some of his muscles anymore.
Everything was a blur for a bit, all they can recall is that they headed back inside and kissed, and now they were laying on the bed in Dark Choco’s room. Dark Choco sat between the others legs, a small drop of sweat on his forehead as he looked at the man sprawled out on the mattress, chest rising and falling. He sat up and started tugging the others' robes off his shoulders. “You’re so warm” he whispers, letting out a shaky sigh. Dark Choco shivers at the sound and touch of Vanilla Fudge, moving his hands to his hips and rubbing the skin there in gentle circles, rewarded with a soft moan. He laid him back down on the bed, head buried in the crevice of Vanilla Fudge’s neck and his hands drifting north, lifting his shirt up. Vanilla Fudge arched into his touch, making sure to purposely grind his hard on against Dark Chocos, who let out a gentle moan, which the vanilla gladly ate up, a smile stuck on his lips. “You’re so beautiful, Fudge…” he pulled the other’s body closer, making sure their crotches were always touching as Dark Choco breathed in the heavenly scent of vanilla extract radiating off of the smaller male. “May I.. Undress you?” he asks sheepishly, making the other let out a breathy chuckle, and move his hands to rub his shoulders. “You’re such a gentleman… I thought you’d be rougher with me” He tilts his head to the side to plant a kiss on Dark Choco’s head. “I’m glad you’re not… Please, remove my clothing”
Dark Choco let out a sigh, but it was not clear if it was of relief, excitement, or something else. Sitting back up, he admired the Vanilla’s form, pulling his crocheted shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor. His robe had already fallen off behind him, making him feel more exposed. The first thing Vanilla Fudge notices are the burns and scratches spread across his chest, memories of the battles long over. Vanilla Fudge was no different, scars littered his body as well, stab wounds and scraping marks all over his body. They both already understood that they had experienced harsh conditions before, which allowed them to get closer together through relatability.
Dark Choco glided his fingers against the other’s skin, cherishing every bit of him. Vanilla Fudge let out a sigh, slightly arching into the touch with burning cheeks. “Fuck…” he moaned out. Dark Choco bit his bottom lip, hair now sticking to his face. “May I touch you-” “Whitches-” Vanilla Fudge bucked his hips desperately against the other’s crotch. ”Yes. Yes yes please touch me… I need you so bad, Choco” The way he pleaded, the way he whined his name, said he wanted him, made his head foggy with need.
With both their breathing heavy, Dark Choco leaned down again and started planting kisses all over the star-shaped freckles over the other’s skin. His hand going south and into the other’s pants, cupping his bulge and gently rubbing it. Vanilla Fudge let out a low moan, tilting his head back to give Dark Choco more room to take him. Dark Choco’s subtle pecs pressed up against the vanilla’s ribcage. He had contemplated going to squeeze them but decided against it as another shock of pleasure washed over him, Dark Choco placing both their cocks against each other and slowly stroking them together. Dark Choco’s low, muffled moans that vibrate against his skin make his head light and his sense of self almost completely leave. “Mhm… You’re so big…” He mumbled into Choco’s ear. “I can’t wait to have it inside me” he moaned out, making the man above him shiver and let out a louder moan of his own.
As soon as both their cocks were slick with precum, and Vanilla Fudge’s pants were removed, Dark Choco couldn’t help but get desperate. All the dirty talk, all the gentle touches and saliva exchanged, for this moment. “You better tell me if it hurts” Dark Choco demands, maybe a bit too harshly, but he just cares about the others safety. He knew Vanilla Fudge was really strong and could handle a lot of more challenging tasks, but he couldn't help but see the man as delicate as he lay beneath him at his mercy, a fragile treasure that could break at any moment.
Vanilla Fudge took Dark Choco’s hand in his own, interlocking their fingers. “I’m counting on you doing the same” he responds. Dark Choco smiles, a bit nervous. He lines his tip with the other’s entrance, and slowly pushes in, gripping his hand tight as pleasure overwhelms him. He lets out a low moan as he shakes. Vanilla Fudge reciprocates the squeeze as his back arches, small groans erupting from his throat. “Oh fuck-” he gasps. “Choco..!” They both shiver as Dark Choco bottoms out inside, staying still for a few moments so the other man can get used to his size.
Vanilla Fudge bucks his hips against Dark Choco, signaling for him to start moving. He happily obliges and pulls out almost all the way, leaving his head inside, before sliding back in at a slow place. “Choco…” Vanilla Fudge moans out, moving his hips in the same rhythm. “Good Chcco… You’re doing a great job” he coos, knowing Dark Choco enough to have suspected he was into praise. When Dark Choco let out a groan and his movements got the slightest bit more sporadic for just a moment, Vanilla Fudge knew he hit the jack pot.
“That's right, keep moving like that. Ha-! Mhm… Fuck, You’re doing wonderfully, Choco” Dark Choco’s chest rised and fell quicker for a moment, the compliments getting into his head. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing” he mentions, his eye squinting at the other man in faux aggression. Vanilla Fudge chuckles in between moans. “You want me to stop” Dark Choco couldn’t control the way he responded, whimpering out a pleading “No..” as he continued to thrust into the others tight hole. “Of course- mh- Oh- ah! Thats- Fuck!” He bucked his hips more aggressively, he was losing himself in the pleasure. “Right there, Choco- Yes-! Oh don’t stop-!” His moans get louder as Dark Choco hits directly on that bundle of nerves that makes him see stars. Dark Choco grunts and moans almost in sync with Vanilla Fudge.
Dark Choco can’t keep his composure and he falls on top of Vanilla Fudge, burying his face in his neck again and gently nipping at the soft skin there, occasionally sucking to leave marks on him. “I’m so close…! Can I- ah-! Inside…” they moan in their ear, cock twitching inside the other. “Mhm! Yes my love, you may come inside-e! Oh!” Vanilla Fudge threw his head back and wrapped his arms around Choco’s back as did they as they released inside them, filling up their insides with hot semen. “F-Fuck-!” They pounded in a couple more times, just to milk this amazing feeling for a bit longer, before letting out a long sigh.
Dark Choco got off of Vanilla Fudge, about to pull out when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and shoved against the bed, Vanilla Fudge on top of him with a desperate expression on his face, drooling on the side of his mouth. “I-I need to cum-” He pants, sinking all the way back down onto Dark Choco, making him yell out in pleasure, hands instinctively going to grip the sheets behind his head. “Vanill-” His eyes roll back and his jaw is slack, looking completely pathetic. “Choco-” The vanilla moaned out, his breath heavy. “C-Can you be good for a bit and wait-.. wait for me to finish? Pretty please?”
The way Vanilla Fudge pinned him down and forced his dick back inside him, caused him to have the same reaction he does when he sees him in his battle uniform, getting him almost instantly hard again. The fact there was also the temptation of being good there too made him needy to please. He nodded his head and threw his head back when Vanilla Fudge started riding him, moaning and whimpering even louder now with no control.
Vanilla Fudge quickly started getting close again, wanting to approach there faster he moved one of his hands down to squeeze one of Dark Choco’s pecs, the squishy nature of the fat on his chest making him reach his peak, legs spasming and arms shaking as he yelled out Dark Choco’s name, clenching around his cock and unexpectedly sending him over the edge as well, double stuffing Vanilla Fudge.
They both relaxed after their climax, Vanilla Fudge pulling it out of him and instantly collapsing onto Dark Choco. They both laid there for a moment, just trying to catch their breath. “Good boy” Vanilla Fudge praises, moving his arms to wrap around the other. “Shut up…” Dark Choco responds. “... Thank you…” “It’s no problem, you did amazing…” Vanilla Fudge lifts himself up and sits beside Dark Choco. “I am sorry for going that hard on you though, are you okay” Dark Choco nods. “Mmm… ‘s okay… It felt good…”
Vanilla Fudge noticed how Dark Choco was acting, and smiled wide as he got off the bed and gently picked the larger man in a bridal carry. “You need some after care huh? I’ll warm you a bath” he took the still disoriented Dark Choco to the bath room, the only place in the house that had working plumbing, and started a warm bath for the other man.
After washing and drying them both, as well as getting some water, they both headed to Vanilla Fudge’s room, where the sheets were actually clean, and got under the covers. Dark Choco nuzzled his face into the other's chest, who was playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him until they both drifted off to sleep.
oh wow! we can ad fic borders! So pretty:3 Wish it was bigger tho
Anyway hope you enjoyed? Thank you for reading! Hope it's not obvious it's my first smut:'3
“What kind of smut should I write?” shadow milk hatefuckimg please please please i am BEGGING you i haven’t seen anyone write something like that before. I’m feeling parched pleaseeee give me a shadow milk(he’s the top) hate fuck PLEASE!!!
I tried my best. Okay.
(Fem) Fairy Cookie reader X Shadow Milk Cookie.
So just to be clear, I had some trouble with this one, but I tried my best to make what you wanted.
Warnings / Contents.
P in V sex.
Rough sex.
Y/n is mildly injured.
Contrived plot.
Y/n being a bit dumb. (Like I’m 20 something and think I know what’s best, not deeply stupid or anything.)
I don’t want to hear any comments about this being gross, I know. Now you know as well.
I only have my dyslexic ass to edit, so don’t at me.
2277 words.
You had wasted to be a knight of the Silvertree all your years.
You were quick flyer, sharp minded, and strong for a young fairy. But you were hot headed at times, and rebellious.
Your mother wanted you home with her. And after the seel was broken your mother got even more protective.
Your mother was one of fairies most inversed in keeping the young inside the kingdom. The continent was big and full of danger, even outside of the Beasts and there following.
That didn’t keep you from flying out of the kingdom. Of course.
She sat beside you doing your buns as she sang. Your wings flicked impatiently. But she still had ribbons and flowers to decorate you with. They would no doubt be lost soon.
“Y/n Cookie.” She said still doing the flowers. “Yes mom?” You said wanting to sound nonchalant.
“Don’t leave the kingdom. Please… I know you like exploring, but it’s just not safe.”
You snorted. “I’m just going to the forests.” You lied; you had no plan on staying in forests nerve by. She couldn’t tell you what to do, you were an adult.
You had already packed for the week of flying, and you had every intention just that.
You had dressed for your excursion sensibly. In dark taupe breeches, ivory blouse. Your feet were adorned in light boots suited for running and flight and flight.
You took them along with your bag, bow, quiver, hugged your mother goodbye, and made your way.
The wind was in your favor, sweet under your wings. You could smell salty licorice on the air, a sent normally over powered in the Kingdom.
You sung into the cool wind, letting your internal compass led you. The wind was strong, too strong for you to fly back ageist it. Taking you far without much effort. Too far in your estimate.
You tried to get your bearings back; the last thing you wanted was to be blown out to sea or worse…
When you saw the Spire. The sight made your jam run cold. You resinized it from paintings and the tales the older cookies told you.
A beautiful yet fearful thing. The last thing you wanted was to fly over it.
You angled your wings to alight in a tree stand. The wind thrashed you into one of the, cutting one of your arms, and crumpling your wings.
Red coated the ragged trunk. You only felt the extent of your injuries when the warmth running down your back.
To make things worse, you could feel a storm coming on. You curled your antenna the cold moisture in the air getting to you.
You climbed down the elderly tree, careful folding your wings to avoid being fling back into it.
The wind made the cuts on your back hurt more, you wanted a fire more than anything. But the small stump hole you found would have to be enough.
You took a few deep breaths to get to sleep. You held your bow just in case.
You could feel an unfamiliar magic. Not like the magic of your home, this wasn’t wild like the forest’s power, this was tamed? Yes… controlled in same way.
But this didn’t keep you from sleeping. The kind of sleep one had after too much berry juice.
You opened your eyes on a quilted blanket what must have been hours later. The was dimly lit thankfully warm room. It had no windows; the lap’s light didn’t touch high ceiling.
“Ah. Our fairy is awake.” You lifted your head to meet the eyes of the cookie that spoke just out of the light.
You could feel power, a magic you were unfamiliar with.
Sat up from the small bed. You wised as you your sprained wings. You hissed in a mix of pain and anger. He walked into the small mote of light, his sharp smile sparkling.
“Shadow Milk Cookie…” You said voice strained as if saying his name softly would avoid engender the reality of your plate.
He laughed, “So spirited. Your kind didn’t change.”
You still didn’t back down.
You looked him up and down, he was taller than most cookies. Handsome, not in the soft way typical in fairy men. You could see his package through his jumpsuit.
You shock your head, not wanting to thing of that.
If you had your bow, you would have attacked without question. No doubt he would easily kill you, but fighting for your kingdom was a fine way to die. Not that anyone would know that’s what happed.
You stood up on the bed; your sprained wings made it hard to balance. But that didn’t stop you from pouncing.
He grabbed your wrist mid jump. “Quaint.” he said voice soft. You thrashed a helplessly before let go.
He leaned over taking the back of your hair, pulling back so you were made to look up, lips parting a bit at the discomfort.
“You aren’t a knight…Why did you come here?” He said, sweetness barely concealing venom in his tone.
“I didn’t mean to. The wind...” Your speech fumbled in fear.
He said, gritting his teeth, till not letting go. “It’s not worth it.” He said was if talking himself out of something.
“Where is my bow.” You demanded, trying to steal your mind.
He smiled. “What do you need that bent twig for? Uh…” He shook his head amused. “I get it. You wish to fight, me. And that’s just… utterly adorable of you.” He chuckled.
You felt yourself warm at “adorable”. It stuck in your mind.
“Even if your wings weren’t broken, and you had the beast bow ever fashioned by fairy kind, it would make no difference.” He said, still holding you tightly.
You bridled as much as you could, seeing him looking over your cleavage made your more intent on fighting.
“I’m proper fierce…” You muttered, trying to convince yourself of it as you said so.
He led his fingers over one of your antennae, inducing a bit of vertigo. You tried to pull back and brush his hand away. He only laughed at the attempt.
“If you’re going to kill me. Kill me.” You hissed. “Uh. What was that?” You snorted, “If you want to kill me. Kill me.”
He chucked and brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “If I wanted to, believe I would have.”
Your mine wondered to thing of all the thing worse than death. You tried to make peace with such ides.
Your neighbor had told you and some of the other young fairies that if you wandered out of the Kingdome you could have your wings cut off and be made a servant.
You almost cried at the thought. Yet you held yourself from crying, but your face still warmed at his touch.
He studied you before monitoring, “You’re…” He cut himself off.
He smiled leaning down to kiss you. You gasped as he pulled back. You beat your wings flustered but not so angry anymore.
“You liked it.” You wrinkled your nose at his words… He was right.
He chortled before catching your lips once more.
You closed your eyes feeling his tongue press agents your own. It made you feel a way unfamiliar to you.
You had felt loved like somethings from a poem. Yet, this feeling wasn’t love.
He slipped a hand down your trousers, touching the outside of your wet underwear.
“I betray myself…” You thought, feeling pleasured by his action.
You helped him pull your bottoms off.
He pulled away, a good bit of drool between your lips.
“Floral…” He noted, whipping his mouth licking his lips. You crinkled your nose, he tasted like blue berries, and you hated you liked it.
He pulled at your blouse, rendering your chest bar. You felt cold, exposed, fragile; like you were made of dew.
He took your shoulders and pushed you back to the bed.
You wiggled for a bit in attempt at getting comfortable. Fairies could lay on their backs despite having wings. But outside of staring at the sky, and having sex it was uncommon. And your injuries didn’t help.
You saw his clothes melt into the dark of the room, leaving him necked aside from his caller.
He put a hand on your inner thigh, rubbing up and down. He ran his hand up enough to brush your pussy.
You glanced down at his hard cock. Your breath hitching as your anticipation grow.
He moved to straddle you, taking your hips in hand to align you. He leaned over to licking your neck before biting. You cold feel the source of his power brush up against your clavicle.
You moaned piteously as he trusted into you. You were tight around his cock.
He’s held your forearms as he fucked you. Your eyes teared, as you softly cried, clawing at the quilt.
Your wetness coving his length made taking him a bit easier as he went. But you still whined.
“Relax.” He commanded trusting harder as if to shut you up.
You bit your lip, trying your best to take it quietly.
But your attempt was futile. You mewled softly the outweighing discomfort and pleasure.
You yelped feeling the tip of his dick hit your cervix.
He slowed for a second looking you in the eyes before giggling and railing you harder.
“Shadow Milk…” You cried softly as you came. Tightening around his cock in your rapture. He smiled closing his eyes as he fucked you harder.
You hoped he would be done soon, you felt sore. He griped you tighter, enough to bruises. He smiled a bit wider. You felt the warmth of cum deep in your pussy.
You let out a little moan as he pulled out. A part of you wishing he didn’t stop as you laid there panting.
You reached down rubbing a finger agent your still sensitive clit. You licked your finger enjoying the sweet taste of his cum.
He looked over you still smirking. You sat up trying to look somewhat composed. You moved your wings slowly, trying to work out the soreness.
He got up standing at the end of the bed.
“Aww, do they hurt?” He chaffed. You looked down setting your jaw. “I asked you a question.” He said losing pretense of gentleness. “Yes.” You said trying to square all he made you felt in your mind.
“Show me.” You looked back up at his words. “Your wings.” You obliged reluctantly turning to sit back to him.
“So pretty.” He said touching the space between your shoulder blades. Were flattered, you must have been pretty if even he could thing so.
“I will still let your kind live when I rule this continent.” He said still being gently. You shivered at his touch; it made you speed your wings reflexively.
But you felt better being off your back. You even sort of enjoyed his petting.
He pushed you back down into the bed. You tried to scoot away only to feel him take your hair in his hand. “Aw. We still wanna fight, do we.”
You fluttered and huffed, yet you still bowed your head and arched your back for him.
He started to stroking your mid back in a way that you could have construed as affection. But you weren’t inclined to think so; even though it felt lovely.
You felt the tip of his cock pride your wet cunt as he squeezed your ass.
You gapped his name when he bucked into you.
He grunted, his grip firm in your locks.
“Oh, so good. So sweet.” He said, trusting harder, making you yelp and moan.
“It’s no wonder you aren’t a knight;” he said, “they never let the sweet ones be knights. Too soft.”
“I know…” You whimpered.
“And you love this as much as any sweet cookie.” He cooed. You moaned going over edge; his soft tone made his hard length feel even better in you.
He chuckled pulling your hair. His hot cum fulling your cunt.
He let go off your hair allowing you fall into the bed as he pulled out. You felt him cum a bit on the small of your back, but you didn’t care one bit.
“Go clean yourself up.” He said patting your head before leaving you alone.
You curled up, not sure to be happy or seethe.
You spent more time than you wished there in the spire.
You wanted nothing more than to fly home. But the pain in your back and a fortnight of sporadic ran stopped you.
Most of the time Shadow Milk didn’t bother you. He even didn’t care when you found a courtyard to pace around.
Maybe this ambivalence towards restraining you was due to the magic that disorientated you. But you didn’t speculate much.
Every so often he would make advances, and you would oblige him.
He would tease you for any and all forms of compliance. Even though he took advantage of it.
A part you was hoping he would feel like giving back your bow after giving him what he wanted. But you didn’t think that would happen.
After what felt like a century (it was more like a third of a month) your wings felt well enough to fly home. And one of your long deeply confusing walks in the halls you found a window large enough to slip through.
You didn’t hesitate to take advantage. Spreading your wings into freedom.
You didn’t look back. Flying back into the forests.
You even found your bag, and bow sitting neatly on a stump just in the tree stand.
