Just when you thought you were going to have a fun night with Adelaide, the blonde knight's demeanor changed completely. You weren't sure if you misread signals, or if the human had simply changed the rules on a whim, but apparently getting her privates touched wasn't part of the fun she had envisioned. When the threat of a possibly executionary punishment hung overhead, all your zoned out horny mind could say in response was, "Cool, w-what punishment?"
The battle-maiden's frighteningly serious face grows a round-cheeked smirk. "How are you not begging for your life yet, you frail little thing?"
"W-What do you mean?"
Adelaide continues with a playfully tone, "Well, when a human gives a Tomkin their punishment, there usually isn't much left after."
Held inside her firm grip, you struggle and squirm, as your heart starts to race faster and faster. The human swings her legs out of the bed and stands up beside it. She bites her lower lip, and brings her face even closer to you.
"That means I could-" Adelaide stops mid-sentence and jots her head forward with an open mouth. Right in front of your eyes, she slams her teeth together with a thunderous clack, "eat you!"
You shiver and try to cower inside her fist.
"I could-" The undressed knight slams her bare foot against the wooden floorboards below, forcing a painful creak out of the entire room's structure, "stomp and splatter you like fruit!"
You cannot cower any lower, and remain in clear view of the giant bright-blue eyes that stare down in sadistic excitement.
"Or, if I wanted to really give you the grossest, most humiliating death…" Adelaide says, with a guttural tone, before opening a door next to her fireplace. "I could always throw you into my own private chamber pot, where you be drowned and buried in my waste, until a maid comes to empty it."
A waft of something you don't want to smell hit's your nose, as you see a pot standing beneath a board with a hole in. You can't believe that's one of the ideas running through such an attractive woman's mind. At least the other two ideas are pretty hot ways to go.
"P-Please, please," you say. "I don't want to die, I'm sorry! I thought we were having sex!"
"Oh, don't worry, my defenseless little savoir," Adelaide says, loosening her fist into a soft, cradling palm. "I was just explaining what could happen to you. Praise my mercy, for I will give you the lightest physical punishment a human can give their unruly Tomkin."
"A-And that is?"
Adelaide gives you another mean grin. "A well-deserved spanking!"
The naked knight closes the door and walks back to her bed, before sitting down on it. She lowers you to her lap and lays you down on her thigh. You can feel your still-throbbing member pushing against the woman's bare skin.
"Hey, hold on," you say. "You're not going to just slam your entire palm on me, right?"
"Calm down you little crybaby," Adelaide says, patronizingly. "The idea is to discipline you, not to swat you into sack of broken bones."
She lowers her hand and brings her index finger to your backside, before giving it gentle tap with her digit. It feels like some just bumped into you, and doesn't hurt in any way.
You chortle. "Hah, I didn't even feel that!"
Adelaide raises an eyebrow. "My, you really don't know when to stay quiet, do you? Fine, I guess a more punishing measure must be applied."
"Wha-? AAARGH!"
An intense pain shoots from your butt, through your entire nervous system, as something harder than her fingertip crashes against your frail body.
"What was that?" you scream.
"That was a mere flick of my finger," the blonde says, "did it hurt you?"
"Yes!"
"Good."
You let out another scream, as her fingernail slams into your cheeks. The only feeling that lower part of your body can communicate to your brain is hurt.
You cry and whimper. "Please stop, that really hurts…"
Adelaide chuckles, pretty entertained. "Hey, you're the one who decide it was a good idea to let me dominate you."
So that whole angry-about-being-touched thing was just a lie, an excuse for her to get rough with you? She digs her index finger into her thumb and lets another flick shoot. You scream in agony, as it feels like she was trying to flick your butt off your body.
"Like I said," Adelaide remarks, "I know your kind enjoys this, our overpowering, our cruelty."
"Please, just stop, maybe I enjoy you being in control, but this is really painful."
The knight exhales, "Ok, I'll stop this time. Seeing as this is supposed to be your reward and not torture. But if we're to to stay friends, or ever be lovers, you're going to have to let me be cruel to you sometimes. I really enjoy being a monster to Tomkins like you, and you'd be a bad friend or husband, if you'd deny me those guilty pleasures."
Is Adelaide really saying that not letting her abuse you, would be a character flaw on your end? This girl has a really scary way of being friendly. Well, maybe it's the best kind courtship you can expect from an overpowering racist knight. You turn around on her bare thigh, and look up at the most gorgeous fair-skinned face you've ever seen, tainted only by a scar beneath her left eye. The tips of the blonde's medium length hair brush against her bare shoulder, as she moves to pick you up again. Her fingers pinch your waist, causing your still sore butt to burn in pain. You scream again, and know she's doing it on purpose. She drops you onto the matrass of her bed and stands up to get dressed.
Adelaide smiles at you. "Now that I have more time to put you somewhere other than my chest, where would you like to go?"
"What?"
"I'm going out to take an adventurer job, seeing as the castle doesn't need my protection right now. I'm to going to keep you inside my armor, while I'm on the road. It's tight enough to keep you pinned to any part of my body, so you can choose."
"But, that sounds dangerous for someone my size, what if I don't want to go?"
The blonde frowns, as she continues to strap on her armor. "What are you talking about, you're a dumb Tomkin, I own y-" She stops and ponders the best way to rephrase that. "I mean, I'm your only friend, right? So, it's best for us to stick together."
You feel your heart sink to your stomach. "Fuck, you are scary."
"Thanks," Adelaide says, tilting her head with a cute smile, before patting you on the head with her finger. "Oh, and you missed your chance. Now I'm going to decide where I'll keep you."
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