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These negotiations were becoming more and more frustrating as time went on. Castranymph's king was stubborn in his terms of treaty. But he asked too much of the angels. He wanted too much and was willing to give so little. Demitre dipped his quill in its well again and he continued scratching on the parchment.

Earlier that day, he had received a letter from a fairy he had once known, Eve. She was still trying to woo him. It was a futile effort. He knew it, she knew it. What he didn't know is why she still tried. They had met years ago during peace talks. The negotiations had been going much as they were now.

King Abner demanded too much and offered too little. The same dance, just a different day. This time, Abner had called for a personal conference. He had said in a letter that he would give an offer Demitre could not refuse. Curiosity and though he wouldn't admit it, a desperate need for the peace talks to be over made him accept the invitation.

He had taken his advisors and a small contingent of his honor guard and flown to Castranymph. They had been greeted by the usual group of soldiers and the most beautiful fairy he had ever seen. His breath had caught in his throat and his heart had stopped if but for a moment.

Her hair was raven black. Her skin as pale as ivory and the wisp of a dress she wore left nothing to the imagination. The deep blue fabric was like a bit of nimbus, flowing about her form like a mist more than any fabric he would have expected. Her wings were bright and vibrant monarchs. And her eyes, those bright green eyes captivated him.

She was so kind and when she spoke, it was like a stratus song. His heart fluttered each time her words graced his ears. They had been escorted into the toy-like city and taken to what would be their accommodations for the duration of their stay, but he couldn't have found his way back to the front gates if he'd been alone. His eyes had watched her unblinking the entire trip into and through the palace.

As the guards were discussing the security of his delegation, Eve had given him a 'tour' of his quarters. She pointed out the wardrobe, vanity, a rack for any weapons he wanted to store, and the bath attached to the bedchamber, separated only by a curtained doorway.

When he had turned around to ask if the baths had running hot water or whether he would have to heat them himself, she stood beside the bed, her whispy gown discarded. At first he had been alarmed, but before he could drape her gown over her again, she pressed a finger to his lips. Her touch was like a breath of summer, warming him to his core.

His protest melted away. He was so enamored with the woman that he threw caution to the wind. He took her on the bed. They writhed against one another and she sang her moans of pleasure until he filled her belly. Then he took her at the vanity and made her moan for him again. And again, as they washed in the bath that did in fact have hot running water.

As little as he wanted to, he assured the woman that he had to prepare for a formal dinner with Abner. She mournfully acquiesced and left him in peace. When she left, he felt cold and empty. His heart beat a little more weakly.

He'd dressed formally and allowed a combination of his guard and the fairy honor guard to escort him to the dining hall where Abner waited. When they came through the doorway, he froze in his tracks. His already chilled body ran cold when he saw Eve sitting at Abner's left hand.

Abner wasted little time. Only a moment after he had been seated, the fairy king offered the exact same deal that he'd declined weeks before but with one exception: This time Abner offered his daughters hand in marriage: the woman sitting at his left. Eve. He didn't know whether to be elated or appalled.

Again he denied the fairies their treaty. Betrayed and used, Demitre gathered his honor guard and left. Not only had she withheld her identity from him but Eve had thrown herself at him. She had offered her body freely. Repeatedly. And to top it off, her father had offered the same undesirable terms for peace. Except with his whore of a daughter on top, and they were no closer to treating than they were now.

Nearly a year later, an emissary from Castranymph arrived at his doorstep with a bundle and specific instructions. He had a love-hate relationship with the little girl. She had his eyes, his wings, and Eve's nose.

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She had waited. He'd said he would be right along, but she had been waiting for quite some time. Finally she'd crept from bed. With her stuffed bear in hand, she went looking. He wasn't in the throne room. He wasn't in the library. He wasn't in the dining hall. She'd asked one of the slaves, an elf she knew as Lansen.

Together they went looking. He wasn't in the war room, nor the royal armory. Lansen took her to the king's office and gently knocked on the door.

"Yes, what is it?" a voice from within called.

As Lansen opened the door and stepped in, he said "Your Majesty, the princess is here. She was looking for you."

She peaked around the elf's legs and offered a small smile.

"Boy, I simply don't have the time nor the patience..." Demitre's eyes stared into her own and he was silent for a moment. Faith thought she was in trouble with how he was staring at her.

"You said you would read me a bedtime story," she said, casting her eyes at the purple carpet on the floor. "I was waiting for you, Daddy."

She stared at the floor and waited for her daddy to yell at her for leaving her room. But it didn't come.

"Why don't you come here, sweety?" he said at last.

She felt herself perk up. Her heart leapt in her chest and she bounded around the desk. Behind her, Lansen turned to leave but her daddy called out.

"No, wait right there, boy." He reached down and picked her up.

When she was seated on the desk in front of him, she smiled and hugged her stuffed bear against her nightgown covered chest. "Buttons and I were waiting for you to come read us a story, but you didn't come. So we came looking for you!"

Her daddy smiled at her and gently held her calves, beneath the hem of her nightgown. "I'm sorry Faith, I was working."

"What were you working on?" she asked.

"I was trying to find a way to make peace, to be friends with the fairies. They were being stubborn, trying to make a deal with me that I don't want."

His explanation was simple enough for her to understand. "Why not?"

"Well," he continued, running his hands up under her gown to rub her knees, "they are asking me to send them lots and lots of treats, but they aren't offering to send us any treats." He rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh. "I guess it could be worse."

"How much worse?" Faith asked, scrunching her brow. She couldn't think of anything worse than having to give up treats and not get any back.

Her daddy thought for a moment and shook his head. His eyes narrowed, scaring her for only a moment before his smile returned. "Well, the last time I went to the fairies home, the princess tricked me."

"She did!?" Faith asked, gasping. This wasn't the story she'd picked out before she got ready for bed but, this was still a story and it was good enough for her. "What happened!?"

"Well," Demitre said after a moment. "Ten months later, one of the fairies came here with a bundle and a note." His hands slid up her thighs. His warm touch made her spread her legs ever so lightly and she loosened her grip on her bear. "In that little bundle was a little baby girl. The note asked me to take care of her and had her name on it."

"What was her name?" she asked, hanging on to every word that came out of her daddy's mouth.

"The name on the baby's note was Faith."

"ME!"

Her daddy nodded, though he didn't smile. His look had darkened and she knew the story was going to get good. "That's right, you."

"So the princess was my mommy?" she asked, pondering. "How did she trick you?"

That dark look reappeared and he stared at her, no past her for several moments. "She made me think she was someone she was not."

His tone sounded like he was mad. She'd heard him talk like that when she was running in the halls, or had broken something in the castle. She shrank back and tried to back away from his hands, but he held firm. In fact, he had begun squeezing her thighs.

Faith whimpered and tried to push his hands off her legs. "Daddy stop..." she whimpered, but he continued with his story like he didn't hear her.

"She made me think she was someone she was not. She hid her true identity from me. She threw her body at me like nothing more than a cheap whore." He stared into her eyes as his brows met and he stood up. "All of the fairies I have met are whores. Every. Single One."

He pushed her back onto the desk and forced her legs far apart. "Your mother was a whore. You're half fairy. Are you going to be a whore too?" he asked, ignoring her frightened cries.

He was still for a moment and she hoped he was going to send her to bed. She knew she was going to get into trouble but her daddy had never hurt her when he was angry! "Yes," she heard him say as she struggled against his hands. He forced her nightgown up over her bare hips and her tummy. He roughly yanked the soft fabric up over her arms and wings. "You are going to be my whore!"

She didn't know what he was saying or what he meant, but she knew the air suddenly bathing her naked body and her daddy's hands holding her in place scared her. She cried and wiggled beneath her father, only aware in her peripheral that her daddy was pushing his pants down. "Stop daddy! Stop!" she pled. "What are you doing!?"

"I'm going to going to do to you what I did to your mother," he said with an angry growl.

She felt something firm and warm press between her legs. She felt her body, her little slit between her legs spread wide. It tickled at first, but the more insistently the thing her daddy was holding pushed against her, the more it hurt.

The dull ache she had felt suddenly erupted. She arched her bare back and screamed at the top of her lungs as agonizing fire exploded in her slit and deep in her tummy. She lifted her head to try to see what had happened, but all she saw when she looked down at her tummy was a strange bulge pushing outward. She pushed her hands against it, but it only hurt more so she instead held onto her daddy's wrists on either side of her hips for dear life.

Beyond her bulging tummy, her daddy's hips were pressed against her own while her legs were spread wide. Spread just as wide was the slit between her legs. She could see the top of it, spread painfully around something attached to her daddy's groin.

"That's right," she heard her daddy say as he squeezed her hips. "Now you're my little whore. Just like your mother but you..." He pulled his hips away from her, pulling the long appendage out of her body. When she felt that he was just about to pull it all the way out of her, he stopped. "I can use you whenever I want."

He slammed his hips against hers again and that agony pierced into her core again. She fell back against the desk and her mouth opened in another shrill scream. Her daddy's appendage rushed into her belly then withdrew again. This time, he didn't stop. His hips slammed into her again, then a third time, and more. She lost count quickly as her father grunted and groaned above her.

She quickly lost track of time. It went on forever and yet it was over in an instant. All at once, her daddy stopped moving and a wet heat rushed into her. The heat soothed the pain she felt deep in her tummy, but only a little.

Her daddy's lips were on her own. She could barely struggle against him as the tears pooled in her eyes. She wanted to push him away, but her hands laid limply on the top of his desk. She tried to turn her head, but he held her steady. He never kissed her like this. It made her stomach turn however when she felt his tongue force its wat into her mouth.

She whimpered weakly against his lips and he pulled away. As his appendage slid free of her, she felt the hot liquid leak out of her abused slit and run down her bum to pool beneath her. She sobbed, weakly trying to rub her eyes. She could barely move her arms, though.

"Slave," she heard her father say. "Take this little whore. Do whatever you want with her."

She lifted her head as hands touched her naked body again. It wasn't her daddy's. He was pulling his pants up and redressing himself. It was Lansen slowly helping her to sit up.

A moment later, the elf was scooping her into his arms and holding her against his chest. She both sought the comfort his arms offered, but wanted to push away from the slave. Daddy had said 'do whatever you want'. Did that mean he was going to do to her what Daddy did?

She sobbed as the elf slave carried her through the halls of the castle. She didn't know where they were going, but she dreaded getting there. She was going to be hurt again. She wanted her stuffy, but she'd left it in her daddy's office and she didn't want to go back in there.

They were walking into a bedchamber and she was being laid down on a bed. Fear filled her. This was it, she was going to be hurt again! Lansen was going to put his-...

Something soft and warm settled on her bare chest. The soft fluffiness was familiar to her and when she lifted her head, she saw her stuffed bear. She clutched it to her chest and stared questioningly up at Lansen.

He smiled down at her and stroked the hair out of her face with one hand as the other drew her blankets up over her gently. He leaned down and kissed her brow. She was certain this was just a ploy, a trick before he hurt her like Daddy did.

"Sleep now," he whispered. "I'll stand right outside so no one hurts you."

He didn't say anyone in particular, but she knew who he meant. She nodded slowly, clutching her stuffed bear for dear life. Lansen smiled down at her warmly and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was safe.

"I'll be right outside, princess," he said again then turned and walked to her door.

Fear filled her breast and her heart fluttered, barely beating as an icy chill settled over her. "WAIT!"

He stopped and looked back at her. She didn't have to beg him. He returned to her bedside without another word and knelt at her side. Without another word, he took one of her little hands in his and offered another smile.

That warm security washed over her again and she felt herself relax slowly. She stared at Lansen for as long as she could. She was afraid the second she closed her eyes, he would leave her but he never moved. Finally she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.

When she woke up in the morning, panic rushed into her mind. She was still naked and the blanket wasn't covering her anymore. She sat up and opened her mouth to scream, but something stopped her. It was a stuffed bear sitting just beyond the foot of his bed. It was taller than she was and around its neck was a big red ribbon tied in an intricate elvish bow.