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A Heart for the Heartless One

By J.C. Solis

Dusk had barely arrived this foul evening, and the night was filled with the wicked crack off lightning followed the shockwave of thunder. Peter found himself in the middle of the brutal rainstorm and immediately knew that he needed to find shelter now--lest said lightning were to strike him where he stood. The unseasonable rain on this cold Spring eve had utterly blanketed the Dusk Forest, and it seemed that the whole region would soon drown within the waters that the arrival of Summer was bound to bring. Peter knew that he had to take shelter; pneumonia was a slow and uncomfortable death, that was to say if he was not struck first by lightning. The Gallade had to take shelter, for he still had much more to trek. But the place where he was near had dangers in its own right - a place that he knew was no welcoming to strangers and those who got too near for their own good.

Castle Bostforn was not a welcoming sight, the estate surrounded by a deep ravine and the only way to enter being a long bridge. Peter figured that he could rest underneath the ledge of the bridge gate, hoping to take shelter from the storm as it would soon come to pass. He knew the reputation of this place, as well as the notoriety of the cruel lord who called this place home. He knew that staying too close for far too long was not something he should risk. But whether it was risking the rain or risking the rather of Lord Bostforn, Peter felt that he had little choice in the manner.

He stuck under the shelter of the gate portal, the gate canopy shielding him well from the rain. This was as close as he dared to get, and even then he felt he was still much too close for comfort. He didn't intend to anger the lord, and once the rain stopped there was no need to remain any longer. But the gate soon creaked open, the hinge giving a resounding squeak as the door swung slowly. Peter was unnerved by this, wondering what cause such a heavy gate to just open. There was a terrible gust of wind, but it was not blowing in the direction necessary for it to open. Getting a premonition of what was coming, He got up and decided that it was now time to leave.

But before he could take his first step away, Peter felt his legs instead take steps toward the castle. He was horrified to feel so little control over his legs. Every step he took in the direction of the castle brought him close and closer to danger. He tried to force his legs to move away. He desperately tried to get away, but it was all to no avail. He took step after furtive step across the ravine bridge, seeing the harrowing drop that was on either side. And when he crossed it, the thick oaken door into the castle swung open. Peter's heart was now racing as he saw a red light in front of him. He didn't want to enter, begging with the force that was taking him inside for forgiveness.

But the lord saw things differently. He wanted vengeance for this untimely disruption.

The sound of a pipe organ was heard deeper within the stronghold. Several eerie candles were lit as they lit a grand staircase in front. The sound was coming from the corridor in between the two stairs, which led further into the castle. Peter then saw a figure standing next to the doorway, a Cacturne wearing butlers' clothes. He beckoned Peter down the hall, hoping to show him the way to the lord.

"Welcome to Castle Bostforn," replied the sinister looking pokémon. "My lord would wish to have a word with you regarding your stay."

"My... stay?" stammered Peter. He hoped that he wouldn't have to fight. He was a formidable battler, but he knew he was no match for the pokémon who seemed so interested in him right now.

Feeling helpless and with little choice left, Peter walked down the corridor to meet Lord Bostforn.

The sound of the organ playing could be heard even more clearly as Peter walked down the hall. The candles to the side were lit purple, giving a malevolent aura as he took even more pensive steps. Once he reached the end he came into what appeared to be a ballroom, with the organ playing giving way piano music. A melody was played in front of him, a pokémon wearing a black cap sitting in front of the pipe organ and grand piano combination device along the wall in the center of the room. The pokémon played a classical song, though it had a rather unsettling tone to it. As Peter stood in the middle of the ballroom the music became even more twisted and wry, the keystrokes leading into a melody that was as dark as it was haunting.

And when the final piano key was played the note was held to last before the lord of the castle stood up from his seat. He turned around to reveal himself, a pokémon who was as cold in face as he was in heart. A Mewtwo was before the Gallade, a pokémon he knew he'd have no chance of defeating. And the lord looked on at Peter with a curt anger that glared right into his soul.

"You wish to bother me on this day, peasant? Got too close to this castle, when others would shy away?" demanded to know the lord, albeit rhetorically.

Peter's knees buckled to the ground; his face despondent as he groveled to the mighty pokémon in front of him.

"Please, Lord Bostforn, forgive my impertinence! There was a storm outside, so I decided to take shelter before- "

"Did I ask for your petty explanations, Peasant?!" snapped the Mewtwo, his anger being felt through the air itself. "You seem to lack both foresight and proper etiquette, such is the nature of your lowly kind. If you wish to beg, then beg, but nothing will spare you of your fate."

The Gallade's eyes were now full of tears and fear. He didn't know what would happen to him next, but he certainly was in a dire situation. He needed to think of something, anything that might soften the heart of the pokémon lord. His daughter would be heartbroken to hear the news of her father being held in custody, tortured, or worse.

"Please, Lord, spare my life. I have a beautiful daughter, one whom I cherish so fondly. She'll be devastated to hear of my fate. I cannot leave a growing woman like her all alone as a result of cruelty."

Lord Bostforn crinkled an eye, a seeming sign of curiosity.

"You have a daughter?" Though he showed curiosity, the lord was far from benevolent. "Then, in that case, you will bring her here. I'd like to meet this young one of yours and see if she really is the beautiful lass that you cherish so much."

At hearing this, Peter panicked. It was perhaps unwise to mention his daughter, for now the lord had taken an interest. At that moment, he decided he'd do anything to keep her away from the lord.

"I cannot, in good faith, bring my daughter to be ogled at!" defied Peter. "Punish me if you must, and perhaps kill me for this insolence, but I will not bring my daughter here!"

Lord Bostforn smiled.

"It's a pity to think that you even have a choice in the matter, fool," said the Lord wickedly.

The Mewtwo lifted up his arm and used his powers. Immediately Peter began to feel faint, the hardy constitution of the Gallade miniscule in comparison to great psychic might of the pokémon in front of him. He could feel his mind start to cloud as his vision turned dark. He didn't know what would happen to him once he passed out, but he hoped that his daughter would never get near Lord Bostforn's estate. As he collapsed to the floor, his last hopes were that Arceus would keep watch over her. The Lord was so cruel, and a woman like her would suffer greatly under a male like him. He'd gladly suffer for her if it meant keeping her from that fate.

Lord Bostforn summoned two of his servants, a Grimmsnarl and Dusclops, to take the fainted pokémon off to the dungeon. He turned around and resumed play the piano-organ, the chilling music once again filling the halls of the castle. It was a haunting melody, one that rung with an evanescent melancholy and perhaps a tinge of sadness. This was not the melody that a megalomaniac or narcissist would play. But rather it sounded more like a cry for help. It was a melody so heartfelt and somber, one which a man who was truly heartless would never play.

And the halls of the castle filled with this bittersweet melody. And as the rain outside continued to pour, the pain of many years was coming to the fore. Much was bound to happen. Much was on the horizon for the castle and its lord.

Yvonne was tending to the clothes that were on the clothesline, a little bummed out at not having been able to take the recently cleaned clothing to dry earlier. The rain made it impossible to put them out to dry, and the moisture they exuded filled the house as she was tending to the chore. She wondered when her father would be coming back, the Gardevoir hoping that he wasn't caught out in the rain. Her father should have been back by now, but then again there was a terrible storm over the night. He could have spent the night at one of the nearby farms, the neighbors perhaps more than happy to allow for him to spend the night while the rain went away. But even still, it was now approaching the afternoon, and the older Gallade should be well on his way by now.

The lass busied herself with house chores, and with the clothes now tended it was time to get on with tending to her flower bushes. She loved tending to her flowers, the bushes all of various colors as they exuded a wonderful scent that permeated throughout the house yard. It was such an intoxicating aroma, one of the things left behind by the last Spring season. She had always wanted to make her home a comfortable place, whether it be for her father, family, friends, or even passersby. To say that she was a sweet girl would perhaps be an understatement.

"Hello there, lovely Yvonne," said the voice of a cocky man coming from behind. "Fancy to see you tending to your gardens. Might you enjoy it if I were to bring you some beautiful flowers that I've seen growing in groves by the roadsides?"

Yvonne turned to see a large male Druddigon eyeing her with overzealous eyes. He certainly looked powerful, and for sure many nearby women found him attractive. But the Gardevoir preferred to look at people's hearts, and she was not interested in hearing the boasts that pokémon fighters like this one had to say. Still, not wanting to hurt his feelings, she decided not to rebuke him outright.

"I'll have to have a good look at them myself, Ludwig," answered back Yvonne. "For now, just thank you for letting me know."

"Oh come now, Yvonne darling, must you be so benign?" chided Ludwig. "I offered to get them for you to spare the trouble of leaving home. I'm certain you'd only dirty yourself trudging through the mud on the side of road in trying to pick some flowers."

"Well, I imagine you only came here to offer because my father isn't around, otherwise he'd be sending you off on your way this instant," retorted Yvonne, who was no longer acting benign.

"Such harshness is befitting a girl who is much like a rose, for underneath the flower lie several sharp thorns. I just wish that you need not be prickly with me. I am a dragon of integrity, and I just- "

The overconfident Druddigon carried on with his banter about chivalry and friendliness, and much to Yvonne's dismay. He was the last person that she hoped to meet, hoping to have come across instead upon her father, who was still running late. If only he was here to shoo Ludwig away as he did with any off the suitors out there with more bravado than brains. She didn't have the heart to show spite, which was a good quality in most cases. But seeing how she didn't necessarily want to humor Ludwig's attempts at courtship, she just tended to her flower bushes while the braggart went on about his many adventures, hunts, and battles.

Soon, though, the thickheaded Druddigon got the message that Yvonne wasn't listening to him. Besides, her father would be sure to come home any moment now, and he'd rather not get berated by the overprotective father catching him trying to woo his daughter.

"Well, I hope you've at least heard what I had to say, my dear love," said Ludwig as he gave her some parting word. "I'd most definitely love to treat you to a drink at the tavern, perhaps share in a flagon or two of finely chilled ale after along day's work. What say you to this?"

These shallow and crass words were not well received, and Yvonne was having enough.

"First of all, I don't drink. Second, I'm not like the tavern wenches you're so fond of groping on the tush while plying yourself with mead. And third, now you are starting to be a bother, Ludwig. Go home, lest my father come around the corner and get you on your way."

Ludwig realized that instead of wining her offer he had offended her. At the very least he had enough common sense to know that perhaps was now the time to walk away before he caused her to get even more upset, or perhaps even angry. The Druddigon turned around and went on his way down the muddy roads, all while Yvonne sighed in relief at having a headache like him be gone. But though the Gardevoir had one big fat bother going away, the worry that she had for her father only continued to mount. Ludwig had just spent an incredible half an hour with her, just talking up a storm. And yet in all that time Peter had not come in the nick of time to rescue his daughter.

All Yvonne could do was sigh as she walked into her house, wondering where oh where her dear patriarch could be. Perhaps once she'd finish with other chores she'd get started on cooking his favorite dessert of Oran berry Jam Pudding to go along with dinner. He most definitely would enjoy it.

"Y-Y-Yvonne..." said faint voice.

The Gardevoir turned her head after hearing the haunting call.

"Y-Y-Yvonne... H-h-help m-m-me..."

The voice sounded like that of her father, and it was coming from his bedroom. Yvonne turned and went for the room, hoping to get to the bottom of the haunting call for help. She entered his room and found nothing there. But on the mirror above the dresser was a faint glow of sinister black. She walked up to it, wondering what on earth could be causing it.

"Y-Y-Yvonne..." The pitiful voice could be heard coming from the sinister circle on the mirror.

"Father?" she asked. "Is that you?"

To her horror, the faint appearance of a Gallade appeared, with the man looking to be in pain.

"Father!" cried out Yvonne once she recognized the pokémon she was looking. "What's going on? What happened to you?"

"Castle... Bostforn... Come to... Castle... Bostforn..."

The mention of the dreaded castle sent a shiver up her spine. Was her father being contained in the home of Lord Alister Bostforn? She had heard tell of the lord as a cruel pokémon without a heart. Perhaps her father was being held up there?

"You're at Castle Bostforn?" she asked his father.

"Save... Me... H-h-help me..."

After hearing that final phrase, Yvonne wasted not a single moment to get on the road. She went for her room and got her raincoat and a bonnet for her head. The sound of thunder could be heard in the horizon, and for sure she'd be caught in the bad weather as she made for the castle. Was her father really there? What on earth happened to him for him to be detained. Or was there something even more sinister than this going on, and this was all some kind of a sick prank? Yvonne didn't know all of the answers, but if her father was in peril, then she would gladly brave the rain and the muddy roads if it mean saving her father from whatever fate had befallen him.

Yvonne left her house and locked it tight, heading off into the mud caked roads. The road ahead was wet and mired, but she'd gladly brave getting caked in the stuff if it meant finding an answer. The rain clouds soon covered the entirety of the sky. And the rain soon fell, at first in little drizzle that just gently fell on her coat. But the rain would only start off softly. The downpour soon came, and Yvonne was caught in the thick of it. Her coat did an excellent job of keeping her dry, but the mud would only get worse the further along the road she went. It was only when she arrived in the vicinity of her destination that the dirt gave way to cobblestones that weren't caked in the stuff.

The rain kept pouring as Yvonne arrived the gates of Castle Bostforn. She could feel the malevolence of the place. It was an eerie feeling of woe and dismay that befell anyone who got too close to the place. Some even said that the place was haunted. But she braved the rumors as she crossed the gate and came over the ravine bridge. It was a haunting place, and every ounce of bravery was required to cross the bridge and arrive at the central courtyard that led to the entrance.

The oaken door of the front entrance lay before her. Yvonne grabbed the knockers that were on it and knocked hard and loudly. For a while there was no response, without a light turning on from the windows to the side. But soon, the door swung open slowly as an imposing pokémon greeted her. It was a Dusclops, and it looked at her with cheery eyes.

"We've been expecting you, Lady Yvonne," said the sinister looking skull pokémon.

"You've been... expecting me?" she asked curiously and with fear. But she shook her head and let out a demand. "Is my father here? If so, can I see him."

The pokémon let out a sinister cackle. "Oh, he most certainly is here. He's staying with our dear lord as a guest. We are so honored to have the brave Sir Peter Lovecroft here in the castle, and to have his daughter pay us a visit as well is but a joy to have." He then opened the door even further, extending his arm and beckoning her inside. "My lord awaits you, Lady Yvonne."

Yvonne took a few hesitant steps inside the castle. She saw how gothic and imposing the decorations inside the castle were like. She wonder what kind of a person would live in this place. Only someone with a dark mentality enjoyed living here. It was then that she heard the sound of an organ and piano being played. The melody was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, and it was as so haunting and dark. The music was coming from deeper inside the castle, almost beckoning her come even deeper inside. She knew of the danger of this place - this was not a place with which one should trifle.

The Dusclops butler walked forwards, beckoning Yvonne to go even deeper into the castle, She followed the pokémon into the depth. She could feel the sinister aura in the air. It was so unsettling and impure, a foreboding that would put fear into even the bravest of warriors. As mentioned, her father was a knight, hence the "Sir" when addressing him. He was well decorated and powerful, but perhaps even he was taken by the horrors of this castle and dark lord who called this place home.

The two of them entered the ballroom, from where the music was coming from. Moonlight Sonata permeated through the air, filling the place with a touch of melancholy and sadness. The Lord was in front of the piano organ instrument, playing the song ever so gingerly. He was in the moment, wanting to feel every emotion of the keys being played. But soon he stopped. He lifted himself off his piano stool and turned to face Yvonne.

Lord Bostforn was now in front of her, in all of his glory.

Yvonne felt his penetrating gaze, and she tried to turn away from him. But she found herself unable to move her head. His piercing eyes looked at her with curiosity, and the tension in the air only grew as he walked forwards and towards her.

"Welcome to my castle, My Dear," said the lord. "I assume you already know who I am but let me introduce myself anyways. I am Alister Bostforn, the owner of this estate and the ruler of this county. I have a suspicion as to why you are here."

Yvonne looked at him, a hint of aggression in her gait.

"Where is my father?" she asked. "What have you been doing to him?"

"Oh? Your father? Why, he has been living splendidly in my dungeon. I had to teach him a lesson for his insolence. Hence why I used his likeness to lure you over here. I heard tales that you were a beautiful young maiden. But to see it for myself is but heavenly. The tales are indeed true."

"Where is my father?!" cried out Yvonne in exasperation. "He did nothing wrong! Let him go!"

The lord was taken back. He never knew that such a delicate pokémon as her could be so curt. With this, he beckoned his guards to bring in the guest of his house. Peter was dragged into the room by two of the lord's servants. He looked disheveled and in pain. And when Yvonne saw him she let out a gasp that echoed throughout the room.

"Father!" she cried out as she rushed towards him.

But the two guards stood in the way, blocking her approach, and preparing to attack if she drew any closer. Yvonne stopped in her tracks, seeing as she couldn't move any more towards him.

"Yvonne..." wretched Peter. "I am sorry. They forced me to summon you here."

The Gardevoir turned to look at the Mewtwo with indignation.

"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing much. He has so far surpassed my expectations for torture. Nothing too serious, mind you. Mostly just sleep and food deprivation, perhaps with a bit of thirst. But I am willing to let your father go. I'll let him return home and recover from his wounds, as well as with a small fortune in Pokémon Dollars as compensation... for a price, though."

Yvonne looked at the monster.

"What would you like, then? Name your price."

Lord Bostforn extended his arm out to her. "I will let your father live and escape from here with money in hand... so long as you stay here with me and become my servant."

The sick and twisted bargain struck Yvonne down to her core. But one look at her father was enough to show her that he was in pain. He would not live much longer in these conditions. She would gladly sacrifice herself if it meant keeping him safe. The look on Peter's face told a different story, however. He wanted her to get as far away from here as she could. He'd sacrifice himself to save her, just as she did the same.

There was no other way.

"I accept the offer," admitted Yvonne. "But know this, My Lord... I will never forgive you for this. I will clean your pots and pans, tend your bedchamber, and tuck you to sleep, and perhaps even offer pleasure in one form or another. But know that I will do so with scorn. I will never accept you into my heart, and you will always be a villain in my eyes."

"Fair enough," the Mewtwo agreed. He didn't much care for the maiden's feelings anyways.

Peter was let go by the guards, falling to the floor as a small sack of money was thrown at him. Perhaps this would serve a both compensation and dowry for his daughter's life. But to Peter, no amount of money would make it worth the life of his daughter. He then stood up from the floor and looked defiantly at the lord while looking back at his daughter with dismay. Arceus only knew what kinds of things the poor maiden would have to do in this perverted abode.

"I'll rescue you, Yvonne. I don't care how long it will take. You won't have to remain here long."

The guards sent Peter on his way, leaving Yvonne to stay with Lord Bostforn. All the while, tears began to trickle down her eyes as she looked on at her captor with dismay. She was glad to have sacrificed her freedom to save him. She'd gladly do anything if it meant saving those whom she loved and was close to from a terrible fate.

Lord Bostforn walked up to her and put a hand to her chin. He smiled wickedly at her before bending down and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"You are all mine now, My dear Yvonne. You now belong to me and my whim. Anything I say will be obeyed to the letter. And I will make sure your time here is one you'll remember." He then turned to his other servants. "Show her to her quarters and get her dressed. Her work starts now."

Yvonne followed the servants to her new room. Perhaps her stay in the castle would not be so bad. But then again, she did promise to "pleasure" the lord in any way he desires. Whatever that "pleasure" ends up being remains to be seen. But her dejected face told the tale of a young woman who was now trapped in this Arceus forsaken place. There was no point in trying to escape - as that might incur the lord's wrath on her father and family. If he could trick her into coming by using her father's likeness, then there was no end to what he was capable of doing to others.

All poor Yvonne could do was walk away and embrace her fate. She now belonged to Alister Bostforn and his estate. She was now his servant for as long as he wished.

The morning soon came, though the light was not too comforting to the Gardevoir as she stirred from bed. The curtains blocked most of the sun's light from entering, with the slight rumble of thunder being heard out in the distance. The storm had already passed, though, with the rumbling off in the distance the last remaining remnant of the lightning that crashed to the ground with such tremendous force. It was quite suiting to her situation, seeing as how most of the evening was getting orientated by the servants on how to tend to the castle and to the daily chores that she'd be having.

The first task that Yvonne had to do was scrub pots and pans in the kitchen, followed by cleaning the firepit where the meals were made. She was already used to doing housekeeping work - in fact, she worked as a housekeeper for wealthy families in the past. But none of those jobs ever entailed being a lapdog to a megalomaniac who bore a heart of ice. She wasn't trusted enough to cook for the Lord, but she did bring him his food and was even told to keep him company while he ate.

Lord Bostforn seemed to like the company of Yvonne. He admired her beauty, of all things. Yvonne didn't even think that the black heart of the Lord would even hold such an affinity for beauty. But she was not swayed by his words. She still held a her deep seated and previously stated resentment in her heart. Apart from faulting his moral character and cold demeanor, she also noted to his cruelty when another servant failed a task. That servant, a Leavanny, was berated for failing to serve him his glass of wine as he ate.

The longer Yvonne remained in his presence the more she grew to despise him. But unlike the other servants, she was indentured and forced to remain on the premises. At least the Leavanny could leave to the nearby village to buy produce for meals. And yet, though she was not indentured to serve the poor girl could not find it in herself to leave the lord. Yvonne wondered why the other servants in the castle didn't betray him and his tyranny. He was a Mewtwo, of course, so perhaps he bore terribly strong psychic powers that would easily overwhelm them. Then again, some of the servants were dark and ghost types, which would all cause severe damage to him despite him perhaps possessing frightening might. There was no need for anyone to suffer the way Yvonne was if he was being cruel to them. They were being paid by the lord in person.

But Yvonne could not help but feel that the others revered the lord and his estate. Or perhaps there was something that was they knew that she didn't.

When she returned to the kitchen she questioned that Leavanny for answers. The girl's name was Lily, and she was rather timid and nervous to answer her.

"Well... Lord Bostforn is not a bad pokémon," she admitted. "I simply pity him."

"But he treats you so horridly," protested Yvonne. "Why not simply leave?"

Lily tensed up, not wanting to reveal the truth.

"He needs us. He would never admit it, but he relies on us a great deal," admitted Lily. "He may have treated you rather poorly, but his heart was not always like this. He became cold over time. But I cannot say more, for I fear he might be displeased if I let out his secrets." Lily then looked at Yvonne with sincerity. "You will learn by what I mean."

Yvonne left Lily, and once she was done with her duties, she returned to her bedchamber to get some rest. She was exhausted from the work she did. But the Leavanny's words stuck in her head as she fell asleep. What more was there to Lord Bostforn? Was there something that He did not want known.

The door to her room was knocked on right at the moment that she got out of bed. It then opened as the Dusclops butler came strolling in.

"My Lord wishes you to get started with your day, Miss Lovecroft," said the butler, whom she learned went by the name of Marcus. "Ah, I see you're already awake. Let's not keep him waiting."

Before he turned around, Yvonne asked him to tell her more about the lord. But the Dusclops only chuckled at the questions, telling her that she'd soon enough learn the truth.

Yvonne got dressed in a maid's outfit, wondering what tasks the Lord would have her do. She walked out of her room and went for the dining room, where she found the Lord waiting for a meal while sipping on a mug that was filled with a dark steaming liquid - more than likely coffee.

"Sit down, Miss Lovecroft," commanded the Lord, seemingly looking more amicable. "Since you live here now, I assume that you'll want to eat your meals. A nice platter of food is on the way."

Yvonne grimaced at this treatment. She almost wanted to refute the meal as an act of defiance, but her growling stomach betrayed her resolve. There was no point in starving herself when she clearly needed to sustain herself. Soon, Lily brought a plate full of eggs and meats on it. It was all rather rich food, though her pride kept her from accepting it. One look at Lord Bostforn's expectant gaze forced her to eat, however. She received her meal even before he did, though when his food arrived she noted that his platter was filled with much richer food than hers.

"You have many duties to attend to today, Miss Lovecroft. First you will wash the dishes that are in the kitchen, followed by scrubbing the firepit of any char. Next you will sweep and mop the floors around the castle. Next you are to- "

The list of chores that she had to do was something that left the Gardevoir's head spinning. She honestly felt that the whole list was rather degrading feminine work. Of course, she did this work in the past with her previous serving jobs, though of course they were for much less barbaric employers. Having finished her plate of food he left the dining room to get started on her chores.

The kitchen was once again in need of cleaning, as were the dishes and pots and even the fire pit. The list seemed to compound even more. Once she was done with the enormous task, she left for the hallways and swept the floors tidy. With a bucket and mop in hand, next was the chore of mopping. And when that was done her final chore consisted of using a duster to remove the dust that had gathered on much of the decorations and tables. It was all tiring and tedious work, but that didn't mean she did a terrible job at it. Yvonne proved to be highly efficient at all her tasks, for it was still the early afternoon when she completed pretty much everything on the agenda.

It was on the last hallway she cleaned that she came across a large and imposing oaken door. The thing looked massive enough to fit a suitably tall pokémon under it. This was the living quarters of the lord, and a place that was currently off limits for her. Though she did have the curiosity to see what sort of things were hidden there, she did not wish to incur the wrath of Lord Bostforn so early in her new position. Perhaps some other day would come with discovering his secrets.

It was then that Lord Bostforn himself came walking down the corridor. His look of contempt didn't change, though he was impressed by her skills.

"You finished early, and all of the work done impeccably," noted Lord Bostforn. "I never took you to being such a skilled caretaker."

"Well, I've worked in similar jobs before, though too much nobler people," chided Yvonne.

"You mean to earls and dukes?" he wondered.

"No. More nobler in heart," she replied coldly.

In a split-second reaction, the Lord lunged for her neck and grabbed her, choking her as she rasped for a breath.

"Don't test me, woman," he said angrily. But it was at that moment that a smirk formed on his face. "On second thought, I guess it is time for a severe punishment."

Yvonne wondered what he meant by that. She continued rasping as he pulled her away from his bedchamber door towards another one with a red color on it. The lord swung it open and threw Yvonne inside of it. To say that she was shocked by what she saw was to put it lightly.

It seemed that Lord Bostforn had strange sexual proclivities, for in the center was a pully and harness system used for bondage procedure. And on the walls were different kinky tool used to apply pain and punishment. Yvonne's cheeks blushed red at what she saw. She wondered if she would be "punished" in a more sexual manner.

"Since your chores are done for the day, let me show you what the second half of your duties will also constitute."

Yvonne was lifted up in the air and held in place while the lord closed the door with a lock and began to undress. When his clothes fell to the floor his fit and muscular body was presented to her. He even had an impressive sized scrotum on his crotch, one which perhaps heralded and equally impressive manhood. The Lord went up to her and removed her clothes while Yvonne struggled to move away from him. She even used her own psychic powers to attack him, but she found her own powers negated by his formidable strength.

Soon, Yvonne bare naked as well, revealing her cream white skin and body that was tantamount to perfection. Her bust was of a decent size, as was the flawlessness of her skin. Lord Bostforn was impressed by her beauty, which aroused his manhood to become erect from the slit in his crotch. His cock soon became fully erect, with the lord smiling at her wickedly.

"You will soon understand the pleasure of lust, my dear," whispered Bostforn intendedly. "You are a beautiful lass, that much is true."

"Please... don't do this... You are already so cruel. Must you denigrate yourself to this?" pleaded Yvonne with fear. But her words fell on deaf ears. There was nothing to stop the male pokémon from pursuing his desire, not event he pleads of a maiden in distress.

She was then pushed to the bondage rig, with the latches closing on her ankles and wrists as Bostforn also tied a central harness around her abdomen for support. He then brought a blindfold and tied it around her eyes, blinding her from what was to come. Yvonne had no idea what the Lord of the Castle was intending to do with her. But after remembering the instruments that were on the wall, it was best that she not know the answer.

It was then that she felt a whip smack her right ass cheek. She yelled out in anguish from the smack, the room filling with the resounding sound. The place was filled with the sound of what was perhaps torture. She was whipped repeatedly, again, and again, only for her captor to warn her that continued yelling would only mean more pain for her. But she could not keep her mouth closed, her anguish lighting a fire in Bostforn's desire. She could feel her rump start to become red from the repeated floggings. She wanted it all to stop, to have herself be spared from the continuous abuse she felt.

But what was most horrifying of all to her was the fact that, deep down, she felt the ever-slight presence of pleasure. She could not believe that a part of her psyche was enjoying this continued abuse. But she could not hide from her inner desire. The urge to continue to be abused, to be mistreated and given a rough treatment started to grow.

"Have you had enough, slut?" asked Bostforn curiously.

Yvonne didn't have enough. She wanted more.

"My other cheek... please?" she whispered softly, the desire starting to overwhelm her.

"Ask, and you shall receive."

Her other ass cheek was soon flogged as well, the smacks filling the room as her cheek began to glow as red as the other one. But Yvonne still could not hide from her desires. She had always wanted to be mistreated like this. Her more rational side felt that there was something horribly wrong with this train of thought. And yet the desire she felt was inescapable. She had always dreamed of the day where she could practice sadomasochism with a partner. The desire to be used and abused had been a fantasy of hers for such a long time now. And now she was granted her wish, her ass getting redder as tears of both anguish and ecstasy dripped from her eyes and down her face.

But the lord, it seemed, had enough of giving her rear harsh treatment. He seemed pleased with her ability to withstand punishment. And for sure he was going to go even further.

"You've done well, My Dear," noted Bostforn. "I'll give you a little reward for your diligence."

Yvonne wondered what such a reward would be. But the feeling of lips were soon planted on her own. Without missing a beat she moved her own lips to make passionate love to her captor. Their lips smacked with every quiver and bend, with her mind relishing ever smack as their lips combined. She even got a feel for his wet tongue, the saliva thick and heavy as their tongues danced around each other and exchanged saliva from each other within this moment of lust and want. Her mind was slowly contorting to the desire of her master. He WAS her master.

It was then that their lips parted, leaving Yvonne with a yearning for more. But then her blindfold was removed, allowing her to look at him and his curt and cold face yet again.

What had happened to her didn't come from this pokémon, she thought. The pokémon who punished her and then made love to her did not belong to the face of the Mewtwo in front of her. There just had to be a mistake. He displayed an intimacy that was a far cry from the coldness that he was now reciprocating. And while Yvonne was filled with the desire to continue, in the end she saw that he was done with her. With that, he undid the straps on her waist and her shackles were opened. But with her rump having been thoroughly flogged, her legs could not keep her upright as she collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud.

"That is all for today, My Dear. Perhaps more pleasure and punishment will come with time," he said to her. As she lay on the floor her got dressed in his own clothes, his cock shrinking down and taking a rest from the arousal. And to think, he didn't even use his member with her. "You can have the rest of the day off and rest your rump. For now, just made good use of your time. Your next punishment session will come in due time."

Yvonne smirked as she stood up from the floor. Her pleasure filled mind filled with the same anger as before. She had her fun - now it was time to accept her cold, hard reality. She grabbed her clothes and got dressed. With that, the two of them left the room as Lord Bostforn left for his bed chamber and Yvonne went for her room. But one quick look back revealed a light coming from Lord Bostforn's room as he stepped inside. It looked rather strange, igniting a curiosity within her. She had to know where that light was coming from.

As she entered into her room, Yvonne began thinking about what came over her when she was being sexually abused. Was this desire hidden within her all this time? Would she resort to falling for it again the next time an event like this would happen? She still resented Lord Bostforn, but she also couldn't help but feel attracted to him. More importantly, she set her mind to with finding out his secrets and the hidden personality he was clearly hiding. There was much more to Bostforn than meets the eye.

And Yvonne was set on finding out the truth... even if it meant storming into his room herself.

It was now a solid week since the incident that left Yvonne with a red rump. Lord Bostforn had softened his attitude with her, though that wasn't saying much since he was still cold an uncaring. The Gardevoir simple tried her best to remain in her master's good graces. She even took to calling him "Master" as both a name of entitlement and sort of as her own special way of getting close to him - though Lord Bostforn preferred it if she were to address him simply as "Lord Alister" and nothing more. She could not believe that her heart was softening against him, but what she saw these past few days made it clear that Lord Bostforn was not the cruel and loathing pokémon that she originally thought.

For one, a small caravan of wandering wretches and homeless folk walked by the castle. The look of fear was on their eyes, hoping to not bring the attention of Lord Bostforn. But his attention was caught, and he stormed out of the castle with his guards and with Yvonne in tow. The homeless looked on in fear, perhaps thinking of running away. But Bostforn's power kept them in place, removing the ability they had to beat a hasty retreat back into the forest. The homeless pokémon shuddered in fear as he and his men came forth, expecting a sound beating and thrashing from him. Most other nobility would do the same, chasing them off back into the woods or using them for sport. And perhaps Lord Bostforn would do the same cruelty as his fellow nobles did.

But in complete shock, Lord Bostforn did not bear a whip or a beating. Instead it was something far more benevolent.

"Would you care for a few morsels on your journey? I have plenty of work for you lot, so if you're willing to work I can offer you food in return," said Lord Alister to the wretches.

The leader, a large Shiftry, looked on at the lord in fear.

"My Lord, there's no need to trouble yourself. We are all too ill and malnourished to work. It would perhaps be suitable for you to allow us to die," said the Shiftry in baggy sackcloth clothes.

"Then I will permit you to take shelter underneath my bridge above the ravine while I send a servant with bread and berries so that you can carry on your journey. You will not escape my kind gesture towards you. And if you attempt to dodge me, you'll find my kindness may soon fade away."

The Shiftry and his entourage, unable to refuse, took him up on the offer and went for shelter.

Yvonne could not believe her ears. Lord Alister was being so generous, though in the end he was forcing his generosity upon the vagrants. Still, such goodwill was not heard of coming from him. But Butler Marcus looked on with a smile on his face, having expected such a thing to come from his master. He even looked at Yvonne with a reassuring glance, that she was not daft at what she saw.

Lord Bostforn turned around and went for Marcus.

"Order the cooks to bake loaves of bread and fill baskets full of berries. Once done send give them to the vagrants and tell them that they can spend the night under the bridge and leave on the morrow. I won't have pokémon starve in my county."

"Yes, My Lord," confirmed Marcus.

Lord Alister then turned to Yvonne, creaking the smallest of smiles on his lips.

"Perhaps my reputation is not so sound if only pokémon knew how I truly am," said the Lord before turning and walking back into the castle.

That event took place two days ago. The homeless pokémon were now gone, but soon word would spread of his generosity. Perhaps the people would soften their hearts and attitudes toward him. Ad most definitely Yvonne had a bit of a switch of heart. She still plotted, though. She wanted to know his secrets and what he was hiding. His generosity betrayed the fearful reputation he had built for himself. And yet he did so without a second thought to his name. She had heard tales from town of good things about the Lord of Bostforn County. He was labeled as unhinged and even terrifying, perhaps even cruel. But this act went against all the rumors that she had ever heard about him.

Yvonne returned to her duties, hoping to get started with the day's chores of cleaning, dusting, and sweeping. It was a rather heavy task; the drafty castle certainly gathered a lot of dust. But she put a lot of effort into her work. She wondered when the opportunity arise to walk into his room and take a quick look around. And as she finished her final chore of mopping while it was still three in the afternoon, she put her bucket and mop to the side and decided that now was the time to act. She knew she would be under a lot of trouble if she were caught, but since she was now his property she felt she had nothing else to lose. For all she knew, he would "punish" her the same way he did a week prior - which probably was what she wanted anyways.

Yvonne went to the oaken door and turned the knob, opening it slowly as a slight draft blew by. The same white light as before came beam onto her, and she took the first furtive step into his room. The light was mostly blanketed by a cloth above a circle table at the far end, covering something. The light penetrated through the cloth and lit up the whole room. She walked slowly across the room and came upon the cloth covered item. She slowly lifted up the cloth to reveal something that she never knew she'd ever get the chance to see.

Underneath the cloth was a circular white orb, one which pulsated like that of heartbeats. It was such a unique item, but one which she had no idea what it was about. She could guess as to what importance this orb was and its significance. After taking a good luck, Yvonne covered the thing back up in the cloth and turned for the door.

Only to her horror, Lord Bostforn stood at the entrance, glaring at her angrily.

"I see that curiosity killed the Delcatty. It seems you came across my most prized possession while sneaking into my room without my permission." The lord then stormed on over to her, his rage barely able to be contained. "I guess it is time for another round of punishment."

Before she would be taken away, Yvonne just had to know.

"Before you take me away, Lord Alister, I just want to ask: what is that things? And why does it beat like a heart?"

Lord Alister pursed his lips, his anger seeming to grow even more.

"I will tell you once I have thoroughly punished you. And once I have, I'll tell you all about this deep secret of mine."

Yvonne was lifted up in the air with psychic power, pulled away from the orb as she was carried out of her room and into the one next door dungeon. The door was closed shut and locked, preventing her from escaping even if she wanted to. She was then stripped of her maid's outfit by Lord Alister as she was made nude again. He then took off his own clothes before pushing her back into the mechanism. Her ankle and wristed were strapped, and a support strap was tied to her waste.

"You won't get off as easy as you did last time," warned Alister. "I will make you pay for doing such a thing. And if you ever do it again, then I will have to punish you even harder."

The blindfold went over her eyes, covering the fear that she had in them. She was now in the dark, wondering what Alister would do to her next. Her answer came with a resounding smack on her ass, though this time it came not from whip. Instead it felt like he used his hand to smack her. He smacked her rear over and over again as she voiced her pain and pleasure, grabbing onto her cheek and even jiggling it and massaging her firm ass. She was a beautiful maiden, one with such soft and smooth skin, and Lord Bostforn would be sure to take as much advantage of her as he could.

He continued to punish her, smacking one ass cheek until it was red and raw. When that one was done he moved to do the same to the other. Yvonne, meanwhile, relished every feel, every grope, and slap. Just like before, lusty desire soon came over her, her desire to be mistreated surpassing all other wants and needs. She wanted to be treated roughly, and even voiced her pleasure to him.

"Yes, My Lord. K-k-keep spanking... me..." She found it difficult to speak from each resounding smack. "I'm your whore... I'll always be your whore..."

"You are a whore, My Dear. You take whatever punishment I throw at you and come back for more," snarled Alister. "Now, it is time for more sexual gratification."

Yvonne felt herself being flipped in the mechanism, her stomach facing down and he legs up in the air. It was then that a pheromonal scent came wafting into her nose, a smell she hadn't encountered with in such a long time. She knew what organ was now in front of her, and she relished the idea of being used as a mouth toy.

"Open," commanded Alister.

His cock was shoved right into her mouth. She gagged on his cock, sealing her lips, and applying pressure around it as she suckled and licked with her tongue. She could taste the deliciousness of his semen as it touched her tongue, the sticky and runny fluid going down her throat with every suckle she made. She wanted to pleasure her master greatly, and though she could not speak it, she felt that she could at least use her powers to voice her words.

"I love your member. Your semen is delicious, Master," Yvonne said via telepathy.

Lord Bostforn remained silent in the matter, instead just thrusting her face as his weight pushed against her jaws. He continuously face fucked her; his grunts of pleasure evident with the pounding. At first he didn't go too fast. He thrust into her at a slow rhythm, allowing her to get use to the feeling of his member sliding against her lips and down to her throat. But after a few minutes to allow her to gather her bearings, he then began to thrust into her even harder and faster. She gurgled at the sound of his cock being pushed down her mouth, the room filling with wet noises of fluid and suckling.

For a good and solid ten minutes the scene carried out, with Alister neither slowly down nor allowing Yvonne to catch her breath as she gurgled on his cock. Her mouth was overflowing with fluids, her inability to breathe through her mouth having her breathe through her nose instead. And yet even then she could feel fluid start to push into her nostrils, the cum and saliva that flung all over the place going up there. She blew her nose to push the fluids out, allowing her to breathe better. But her noises and her inability to breathe did not stop her lover from his ecstasy. He continued to smack against her mouth and force as much of his cock into her as her could.

But soon, the burning feeling of release was coming. There was no stopping the torrent that was to come. Alister pounded her face with even mor ferocity. He wanted to find his release, to empty his member as deep into her body as he could. And it seemed Yvonne sensed it.

"Are you close, Master?" asked Yvonne telepathically.

"Almost," replied Alister.

There was no stopping the approach to the precipice. There was no way to stop it even if either one wanted it to. It was now time to embrace sheer pleasure and elevation.

Yvonne could feel her lover's cock start to pulse. Soon, a gush of seed came squirting out of his tip and onto her tongue and down her throat. It was a great torrent, one in which she did her best to swallow all of the delicious seed as she could. She loved the taste of his seed. She wanted imbibe as much of the delicious genetic fluid as she could. There was no stopping the torrent, which carried on for what felt like an eternity. But soon, Alister's cock stopped squirting, perhaps because his genitals had all run out of fluid. Whatever the case, it was now done. He pulled cock out of her mouth, a loud squelching sound emanating in return.

Alister looked down at Yvonne with a slight among of pleasure, happy to see his handiwork.

"Did you enjoy suckling on my manhood, slut?" he asked her rashly.

"Very much, My Master," she replied. She then asked, wondering what he'd do next: "Are you going to have sex with my pussy now?"

He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. "I most certainly will, My Dear."

She then gave him some news that very much pleased him. "Please, be gentle at first. I'm a virgin, and sex for the first time will hurt."

A devilish desire washed over Lord Bostforn, with his smirk getting even longer.

"I promise to make it as enjoyable to you as I can, My Dear. I'd love to have the honor of being your first," he noted.

Yvonne was flipped upright again, her body facing Alister again. She then felt the feeling of his lips press against hers, smacking against his own with passion. She was a bitch in heat, and she wanted to relish the feeling of his member entering her. She always wanted to have sex with a powerful and articulate man. Now it seemed she'd be getting her long-awaited wish. For now, she passionately kissed her master as she awaited that moment. Her lips smacked against his as their tongues touched once more, exchanging saliva as the dance of tongue commenced.

Though she was still blindfolded, Yvonne felt something bulge against her crotch; his still erect member. With his cock so close to her, she awaited the moment of penetration. Though a deep part of her wanted him stop - not wanting this hidden monster to be her first - she just could not hide her lusty desire any longer. She wanted be used and abused, being his personal fuck toy for as long as he wanted.

And that moment soon came with Alister putting his cock right at her entrance. She could feel something wet and warm at her entrance, her awaiting snatch getting ready to be penetrated. She wanted this so badly, more than anything else in her life. She wanted to be deflowered and be used as his dirty little cock sleeve. The ahegao on her face was just perfect, one which displayed her passion for Lord Bostforn to ogle at once he pushed his cock upwards.

It was now time for the finale.

Alister pushed himself towards the first roadblock. He felt the feel of her awaiting hymen, ready to be broken at a moment's notice. With one quick push upwards, her hymen snapped, causing Yvonne to gasp at the act. She had now become a woman, and her lover was a pokémon who was both kind and cruel. And as blood dripped down her snatch and onto his cock, he continued to push beyond this roadblock and go as deep into her as he could.

Yvonne relished the feeling of being penetrated. At long as she attained womanhood, and as a woman she welcomed the member that slowly sliding up her length. She could feel every bit of her being stretch out, accommodating the lord's length as he continued to push deeper and deeper into her. Soon, his whole cock was inside of her, though not much remained before he'd reach her cervix. He might not be the biggest cock on the block, but his size was overall impressive.

Once he could no longer push up, Alister lowered himself down before sliding right back up. The sliding feeling sent spasms shooting up Yvonne's spine, who was loving every moment. Her vagina accommodated his return and departure, relaxing tightly before being stretched out once more. She let out a voice of pleasure as he sunk in, pulled out, and sank right back into her. It was something that she just couldn't get used to, and since she was virgin she never felt anything like it before. Her pleasure only continued to mount from there, her nerves spasming with every thrust up her and leaving her with a craving for so much more.

Alister too was also enjoying the moment, giving himself and his partner loads of pleasure with every thrust. Wanting to feel this feeling even more, He thrust his cock with even greater fervor, pounding her and rubbing against her with even more passion. He needed this. He desired this. Low and behold, he too was also falling for the desires of lust, and he just could not escape the desire to want more and more. Carnal instinct was taking over his mind, and he wanted to pleasure himself with this feeling for as long as he could.

The combination of their fluids was evident, for the smell of se pheromones flew up the two and drove them even more wild. Yvonne was moaning wildly through the pain and pleasure, feeling her pussy being stretched so lovingly and without pause. She didn't want him to stop, and after twenty minutes the tow of them still had plenty of stamina left to spare. They were going to keep at it until they would achieve the release that they both desperately wanted.

But the pressure soon began to build behind the sex organs. They knew that their release was imminent, and there was nothing that either one of them could do to stop it.

"Are you close, Master?" asked Yvonne through her pleasure.

"I am," replied Alister. "Let's reach that climax together."

Like a pair of lovers, the two of them were in sync with each other. Their passion only continued to mount as they both reached the precipice of orgasm. Already Alister's cock began to pulsate, as did Yvonne's pussy. The two of them were so close as thrusting even more provided the necessary sensation to shot up to the sky. It wouldn't be long before such a thing happened.

And the moment of release came.

Alister thrust one last time into her, going as deep as he could go. The two trembled as their moment of ecstasy came. Alister's cock pulsated and ejaculated any remaining semen still left in his balls. All the while, Yvonne felt her pussy contract joyously upon receiving a supply of genetic fluid, milking her lover's cock out of every drop that she could get out of him. Soon, Alister once again ran dry, pulsating with blank spasms that shot no sperm, but still provided looks of pleasure. And Yvonne's womb greedily gulped the drop of seed as it all entered deep inside of her. Her body ached and tremble at the wetness of her womb. She was over the moon and up in the sky.

Alister looked at Yvonne and her ahegao. He then lifted up her blindfold and looked directly int her eyes. She was a beautiful maiden, one that he hoped to make happy and content. He looked right at her red irises, the coloration of her eyes glistening within the dim light. He was in the presence of an angel, a woman with such a beautiful body and heart. And yet he had been mistreating her, punishing her for infractions that deserved no retaliation. As his cock pulsated for the last time, he began to wonder whether or not they'd be able to be even more.

"Can... can..." said Yvonne as her lusty mind started coming back down to earth.

"Can you what, My Dear?"

Yvonne knew what to ask next. After all, the two had made a bargain.

"Can you tell me the truth now?"

Alister smirked at the question. He'd have to honor his end of the bargain and make due with revealing the truth about him.

"That orb..." Alister didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't back down. "That orb is my soul, my literal soul. It was ripped out of my body when I greatly angered a sage who was passing by. In retaliation for humiliating him in public, he used his powers to bring out my soul. He gave me only a short while to live to dispel the curse, meaning that my soul will slowly dissipate until I find the way to stop it's decay."

Yvonne couldn't believe what she just heard. She wondered if this was the reason for his cold and solemn heart. There was no telling what a man without a soul in his body could do. Though, she now knew the truth behind the orb, she wondered if there any way to break the curse. There just had to be a way to save Lord Bostforn from dying.

"Have you found out how to stop it?" she asked.

Lord Bostforn tensed up, remembering the words that sage said.

"I need to find a lover, a woman who would take me for who I am before I am allowed to have back my soul. It is the only way to save myself. But so far, I've had no luck in finding woman who'd want to be with me."

Yvonne was touched by the situation that Lord Bostforn faced. It was enough for anyone else to feel sympathy for him. And though she had been mistreated by the Lord and his staff, she could not help but feel the urge to help him. But would she ever grow it in her heart to love the man? Was she able to change her heart full of scorn and find a way to look at him in a different light?

But despite this, Yvonne knew that Lord Alister Bostforn was not a bad man. He helped out the homeless, gave them food, and even shelter for the night. He was far from uncaring, perhaps because he was not the monster others made him out to be. He was generous when he wanted to be, and the fact remained that his heart was somewhere where his cold and curt demeanor was not. She figured that there just had to be a way to save him.

The Gardevoir was let go from the device she was strapped to, her body falling to the floor from how weak she was. Genetic fluid dripped from her snatch; the pheromones noted from the drips. There could be a chance that she could bear a child, though she currently was not ovulating. The chance of conception was low, since perhaps Alister was not in the same egg group as him. For now, Yvonne cleaned herself up and put on her clothes. Lord Bostforn did the same.

"Can I look at your soul again, Master?" asked Yvonne with curiosity.

"Just call me Alister, my dear. Considering out current relationship, I believe we are much more than just Master and Servant," stated Lord Bostforn. "You can look at it again, but don't touch it."

The two left the sex room and went for his bed chamber. The light shone once more as the door opened up. The cloth was then removed to reveal the soul of Lord Bostforn once again underneath a dome of glass. This was his most prized possession, his own life force and what kept him going. Now, it glimmered with the hope of one day returning to its body. And Yvonne was there to admire it and perhaps even take care of it. She wondered if she could do anything, absolutely anything, to give her master his soul back. He needed to find the love of his life in order to do that.

It was then that she threw a suggestion for saving him.

"How would you like to throw a gala, My Lord- I mean, Alister?" asked Yvonne. "Maybe you can find a maiden amongst those who'd come?"

Alister thought about it for a moment. It was so long since he had one. He wondered if anyone would even show up.

"That could be arranged," he agreed upon. "Only, I'm going to need your help to throw the ballroom gala. I'll arrange my other servant to see to making meals, cleaning, and over organizing. I'd like you to be the one in charge of all of it."

Yvonne agreed to her new role. She would do her absolute best to make it a magical gathering, one where people from all over would come to attend.

And with that done, the Master and Servant left the bed chamber, hoping that this new event would go off without a hitch. Lord Bostforn's life depended on it.

It was now another two week since the event that took place in the sex chamber. Yvonne and Alister did have another one just like it, and once again Yvonne's body was rocked by the intensity of the pleasure. She loved doing these things, and she felt that she was growing closer to him. She no longer held her preconceived prejudice against him, seeing him for the man he truly was. He ordered all kinds of food for the event that was to take fold today. And already the servants were cooking and preparing the ballroom for the grand evening. Already, carriage were coming with noble and people of wealth coming in to enjoy the evening. It had been so long since Lord Bostforn had thrown a party, and they were al expectant to see what kind of an event it would turn out to be as.

As for the orb, Lord Bostforn remembered looking morosely at it so dim. He knew that he had little time left in this world. Once the orb was snuffed so too was his life. And the fact was that he didn't know if he'd ever find a love interest in the ballroom for him to be with. There was so much time that needed to be invested with courtship. There was little to no chance for one finding true love and nurturing that love before his time would run out. And he didn't know if his future lover would wholeheartedly want his love. There were more than enough women out there who sought after money and wealth rather than what his heart wanted.

Yvonne was dressed in fine clothes, her outfit that of a regal lady. Though most people did not know who she was, none could deny her beauty. She was a gorgeous lady that everyone got to admire, her dress fitting tight on her and sparkling with imbedded crystals. But her heart did not lay with any of the male bachelors who ogled at her. She just wanted to make sure that Alister would find the love that he was after, and hopefully saving his life.

The evening carried on with much fan fair, with classical music being played as people sat on the side table to eat their fill of food. There was much drinking and making merry. But Lord Bostforn sit at the head table with a morose look. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, even when he introduced himself to his fellow lords and ladies. Even business tried to cozy up to him, perhaps hoping that by doing so they'd incur a trade deal and add to their wealth. But the Lord was far from wanting to entertain these greedy, money hungry knaves. He simply at his meal in silence, hoping that other guests would enjoy their time here.

Yvonne looked at the lord and his bad mood. He didn't find any woman who was to his liking. In fact, all of them were either too strung-up or lost in their own grandeur. He even related that to her when she walked up to him. He seemed to be regretting throwing the ball, and his uncomfortable expression told her everything she needed to know.

"Why not go out there and show yourself?" asked Yvonne. "I'm sure there must be someone who is to your liking."

He let out a sigh in return.

"I doubt it," replied the Lord as he sipped from a glass of wine. "All of these maiden are far from being my type. And none of them suit me as being preferable."

"Well, what kind of maiden are you searching for?" she wondered

Lord Bostforn grimaced, delving deep into his heart in order to respond to her.

"I search for a maiden who is sincere and kind, a lady who does not shy from speaking her mind, one who is both gracious and curt and will never let me go. I want a maiden who will look at my heart and see me not as a powerful nobleman or a man of wealth, but rather as someone whom they want to spend all their time with me."

Yvonne could not help but blush, feeling that everything he described to her could easily apply to her. Though she knew where her heart lay, she wondered if he felt the same.

"Well, just relax and enjoy the evening them, Lord Bostforn. Perhaps that maiden will come up and ask you to dance with her. Just have faith, My Lord."

"You don't have keep addressing me by 'Lord,' Yvonne. I though we already discussed this."

"I find it improper to address you by your name amongst these people, My Lord," refrained Yvonne. "I'm not a noble myself, nor am I a woman of status or wealth. I just want to be respectful."

"Well, in that case, for respectfulness' sakes, I command you address me by my name."

"As you wish, Alister," she at last relented.

Soon the call to dance in the middle of the room was given. The other got off of their seats and went with their respective partner. Couples moved around in a Waltz, setting three times in circles around the floor. The room was alive as the music played to accommodate and dictate the motions. But Lord Bostforn was not amongst them. He still had yet to find a maiden, and his heart continued to feel miserable. Perhaps he even felt bad for not being able to dance with a partner.

Yvonne would not stand for this. She would not allow him to be alone. Without a moment to waste, she went up to him and grabbed his hand. Lord Bostforn looked at her with a bit of annoyance, but her sincere face told him to join her for a dance. He was tugged out of his seat and joined her to dance.

The two of them took their spot amongst the dancers toward the middle of the room. The two of them waltzed and spun around, taking three steps, and moving around with grace. Alister didn't even know that Yvonne could dance so proficiently. He was impressed by her moves, and it brought him even close to her. The two danced their hearts out, the two being the center of attention as the other dancers saw how they moved around in grace. Many people wondered who Yvonne was to dance with such a man of prestige. But her being an unknown did not detract from the moment as the swung around and danced to their hearts' content.

The music was soon coming to a close, and Alister and Yvonne were in the moment. She never felt so close to him before, even when they during their sadomasochism sessions. She was now closer to him at heart, even more so than ever before. And Yvonne's face showed joy and happiness, of being with a man she once hated and had now grown to love. This was perhaps the most magical moment of her life, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

The dance concluded, with the two of them stopping and looking at each other's eyes. The two of them were in their own little moment, being in each other's arms as they were in reverie. The other dancers turned to clap at them both, with Alister and Yvonne looking at the other in surprise. Everyone had been looking upon them, and the joy they all had for the two of them was not fleeting. They all genuinely felt happy for the couple, and perhaps hoped that the two would be happy together.

Yvonne and Alister returned to looking at each other. They smiled as the happy moment they just shared. Perhaps the one that the Lord needed to save himself was right in front of him, all while his lover reciprocated the feeling of want for him. They were in their little moment, with onlookers looking at the two with hope that something would come to join them.

And with that, Alister and Yvonne began to move towards each other, preparing themselves to kiss each other and seal each other's passion.

It was then that the door to ballroom blasted open, a large and angry mob of commoners coming into the room, followed by a load of guards. The fight emptied into the room, with the nobles all scurrying about and running to the side with screams and yells, hoping to not get involved. The pokémon raiders were all throwing moves at each other, breaking up the party and charging for who they perceived to be their enemies.

It was then that Ludwig the Druddigon came forwards with crossbow behind his back, along with Peter Lovecroft.

"We've come to bring an end to the tyranny of Alister Bostforn!" roared out Ludwig. "The day of you oppressing us and for stealing my love has come to an end!" he said as he pointed at Alister.

"Yvonne! Get away from him!" cried out Peter. "That man must pay for keeping you captive!"

"Father! Ludwig! Don't hurt him, please!" cried out Yvonne as she stood in front of them. "Lord Bostforn has done nothing wrong. Just please, don't ruin this night for him!"

"Poor girl. I think that Stockholm Syndrome must be blinding her," commented Ludwig. "No matter! Today, Lord Bostforn dies!"

He then pointed his crossbow right for Alister, firing a bolt from it. But Alister would not sit idly by and allow himself to be attacked. The arrow stopped in midair, sending it returning right fro Ludwig. But the arrow bounced right off the tough skin of the Druddigon, only causing a slight cut. But the Lord was enraged at this insolence, at having his party being crashed.

"You will all leave these premises this instant!" roared Lord Bostforn, his eyes glowing purple as his wrath began to come forth. He then formed a ball in his hands, a Shadow Ball that was forming and launched it right at Ludwig and Peter. The two of them dodged the move, with Peter charging at him and coming for him to deal a Psycho Cut with his blade arms. But the Lord dodged out of the way, hitting him with a Psystrike move that sent Peter reeling in pain from the hit of the psychic move.

It was clear that the lord possessed great power, but numbers had an advantage. Ludwig used Dragon Pulse and sent a beam right for Alister. The move connected, sending Alister flying back against the table. He was hurt but he was far from done. He then used the move Psychic to pick up Peter and Ludwig and sending high into the air before slamming them hard onto the ground. The move held tremendous power as they were hit. But what Alister hadn't noticed was that Yvonne was not by his side.

"Alister!" cried out Yvonne as she was being dragged away by a Scrafty and Bisharp.

He turned around and saw her being taken. He knew that his Psychic powers would have no effect on the Dark type saboteurs, but he definitely knew some fighting move. He formed a ball of Aura Sphere in his hands and sent it flying for the Scrafty. The Double Effective move smashed up against him, causing him to stumble and faint onto the ground. The Bisharp turned around and was also hit with Aura Sphere. Alister rushed over to Yvonne as the two of them reconnected again.

"My dear, are you well?" asked Alister.

"Yes, I'm fine," assured Yvonne.

It was then that a loud roar was heard. The Druddigon Ludwig got off the floor as a purple aura surrounded him. He charged right for Alister with the move Outrage, smashing against him and blasting him against some table. But Ludwig's anger was far from done, for he then charged for him again and again, bashing him against him in a crazed and dangerous rage. Alister could not stop him, even with his psychic powers. He could only hold back the dragon long enough for him to get out of the way, but then the dragon would charge for him again as soon as he had recovered from slamming into the table and chair. He continued chasing after the Mewtwo with all of might, not wanting to stop until he had successfully bashed him to a pulp.

But soon the Outrage wore off, and Ludwig was left out of breath and weary. This gave the perfect opportunity for the Mewtwo to used Psystrike and hit the Druddigon hard, smacking him with such force as to send the large pokémon flying into the air, smashing down on a table, and collapsing it. Ludwig was down for the count, his eyes spinning from the intensity of the hit. But all of this fighting left Alister tired, and he didn't notice as Peter armed Ludwig's crossbow with another bolt and was ready to take aim. He pointed it at Alister, hoping to pierce his heart.

Alister turned to see that he was being aimed at, but he had expended the last of his energy. The bolt fired, ready to pierce him.

But Yvonne saw it coming. Seeing her father aim for her lover, she jumped in front of her lover, screaming:

"Alister! NO!!!"

The bolt flew true, but the mark that it hit was not the one that Peter intended. Instead, the bolt pierced Yvonne in the lower chest, missing her heart but perhaps piecing her diaphragm. The woman collapsed on top of Alister after sacrificing herself for him.

Everyone in the room took note of what happened and immediately stopped fighting. Alister was stunned by what he had occurred, with Yvonne slumped on top of him. He looked on the Gardevoir and her pained expression. He could not believe that she willingly took an arrow for him, and his shock could not be removed from his face.

"Yvonne!" he cried out in horror. "Yvonne! Please, stay with me!" pleaded Alister in a voice that had never come out of his mouth before.

For the first time in his life, Alister felt something come up his heart. He felt grief and dismay at the one woman who seemed to care for him being hurt. He lifted up his face into the air and roared in both fury and anguish at this having happened. His psychic powers began to surround him, and in his rage a shockwave of Psychic flew all over the room, sending those who were close by who were either innocent or other people who were guilty flying. Those who were far off kept their distance, for the rage and woe that filled the Lord was evident in what followed next.

Tears dripped down his face, something that nobody present had ever seen. But Yvonne was far from dead, and she lifted a hand up and put it to his cheek.

"My love," she said to him with a smile on her face. "Are you well?"

Alister looked at her with a slight hint of joy. Perhaps it was not yet too late to save her.

"I'm fine, My Dear. I'll bring a medic to save. Just please... don't die on me," he pleaded.

"I'm not going to die," rasped Yvonne. "I just want to let you know, since I took an arrow for you, about my true feelings for you."

"I want to relate my feeling for you too, My Dear. No more hesitancy. No more games."

He wanted her to know this with all of his heart.

"I love you, Yvonne. I truly do," he blubbered as more tears came down his face.

"I love you too, Lord Alister." Yvonne reciprocated the love, and that was that was need.

A bright light soon filled the room, with his chest glowing. It was an incredible sight as the Mewtwo began to glow. An orb soon appeared from the ceiling, glowing bright and lowering down to him. The moment came for his redemption. The orb lowered right at his face, with Alister realizing what he had done. He reached out to touch it, his still beating soul. He grabbed the item and pulled it towards his chest. The orb entered into him, and bright flash of light filled the room as body and soul were once again reconnected. The light soon faded, and Alister remained on the ground with Yvonne still clutched in his hand. The moment he had been waiting for had at last arrived.

Yvonne looked at Lord Alister as he was now whole. He didn't look much more different, and his face was still the same. Though notably, he had a smile on it. It was a smile that he had not had on his face in such a long while. The servants of the castle all knew what this meant. Lily the cook and Marcus the butler simply looked on with such happiness and joy. Their master had achieved what he had been striving for so long. The joy that was on his face was brighter than the sun, and his happiness could be felt by everyone in the room.

Everyone, from attacker to attendant, stood up and clapped at the momentous occasion. They were all so happy to have him be reunited with another part of himself. They knew that he had changed, perhaps hopefully for the better.

"Do you still love me, Yvonne?" he asked her with a smile.

"More than anyone else here in the room," replied Yvonne.

The two bend their head and kissed one another as the applaud for them grew with even more further, with whoops and cheers filling the air.

Ludwig and Peter looked at each other. Peter was full of anguish at shooting his own daughter, but the joy he then felt at seeing her with the pokémon she loved filled him with content. He was happy that his daughter found someone who'd love her unconditionally. He would be more than happy if Lord Bostforn became her husband.

The Gala soon came to an end as medics came to tend to Yvonne's wounds. The rioters were put in their place, either leaving the scene or turning themselves in after witnessing such a momentous scene. Perhaps there would be change in the county, and with Lord Bostforn's change of heart there could be a chance of leniency. For now, everyone went on their way, hoping to remember this scene forever.

The two lovers never lost sight of each other. They now found the one whom they belonged to, and they hoped that things would stay that way.

It was now over two months since the event of the Grand Gala. Everyone had pretty much recovered from what had happened. Those folks who turned themselves in to the authorities found clemency form the changed heart of Lord Bostforn, with their sentences being light to only slightly moderate. Forced Labor and Community service was the most serious punishment handed down to them. The ones who suffered the worst punishment were Peter and Ludwig, who organized the raid. But the two of them were also given mercy, with Peter electing to spend time in a jail cell while Ludwig would be forced to work in a nearby quarry for three months as punishment. Peter would spend half a year in jail, hoping to reflect on his actions and recover from the shock of almost killing his own daughter.

As for his daughter, Yvonne spent the rest of her days in the care and love of Alister. They even made love passionately together, both more traditionally on a bed and on the bondage rig in the other room. But more importantly, the two were engaged, with rings on their fingers to seal the engagement. Even more important of all was a slight bump that was on Yvonne's belly.

The doctors confirmed it. She was pregnant, and not only with one child but two.

Yvonne and Alister were ecstatic at the new of bearing a child. Their new life together was that of peace and tranquility. Alister was reconnected with his soul, and Yvonne was now betrothed to a man who loved her as much as she loved him. The reattachment of his soul even changed his demeanor greatly. Lord Bostforn smiled more often and showed even more kindness to other. His heart had changed for the better, and the people under his rule were thankful for it. Many government projects were started with the acquisition of labor, mostly to pave the roads so that they wouldn't get so muddy like in the previous days of rain.

Yvonne sat with Alister in the ballroom, playing the pipe organ and piano with him. Moonlight Sonata was once more being played to great fanfare, and the two of them relished the time they spent with one another as they played the key instruments. It was even decided that the two would go traveling, perhaps to the hamlet of Lakeshire Town and Petalgrove in the south or Serenity Cove in the east. They even had plan of visiting the Iron Breaker Valley in midwinter, getting a feel for the cold, and eating the regional pancakes and hot cocoa that they served.

For now, though, all the two lovers could do was relax in their home as they waited for the day in which they would be married. The heartless one found his heart again, and he even found himself a lover who would forevermore stay by his side. This whole escapade felt slightly like a fairy tale. If anyone had known any better, it reminded one of the moment where a beast took the hand of a lovely beauty.

If that story were true, then this real love affair was the closest thing to it...