#for lord and feylands (clover brandyburke)

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Punishing Sex 4C: Despite trying to act as an emissary of her lord, the archfey Clover met was really only concerned with turning her into his personal bunnyfolk fuckdoll…

Clover had been beyond thankful that the Prince of the Alabaster Moonlight had been so welcoming to her and her companions. Though he and her own master weren't on the best of terms, it was clear that hospitality was still alive and well in this corner of the Feywild. It let her breathe a sigh of relief, and she walked a bit more lightly as the archfey led her through the twisting trails of his home and to what would be her guest quarters.

It wasn't until the two had arrived and she had stepped in to make herself at home, and she heard the click of the door's lock behind her...that she realized the lord's kindness wasn't as genuine as she'd hoped.

"G-Gah~! Ah~! Fuck, you b-bastard~!" she gasped out, gritting her teeth best that she could as she braced herself against the luxuriously soft bed she'd been thrown upon. Her body shook as she felt the hard impact of hips against her plump backside, a deep groan leaving her as she felt his cock spearing hard and deep into her folds—deeper than any man had ever gone. "Wh-when I'm done w-with y-you~ ah~! Y-You'll—you'll be sorry~!"

Her threat, if it could really be called that as panting and incoherent as it was, merely earned her a chuckle of derision, and she shuddered as she felt satin-soft lips brush across one of the velveteen rabbit ears that sprouted from her head. "You say that as if I'm ever going to let you get started, darling~" the archfey murmured, and he reached around to caress her cheek. "But we both know you won't do a thing to me~ will you~?"

Before she could respond, that hand shifted and gripped around the side of her neck firm and hard—the pressure enough to make her gasp and her body jerk. As much as she tried to deny it, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter a bit at his rough, firm touch, and her clenched jaw loosened as a sudden moan escaped her instead. Her hands lifted, gripping his arm tight, as if to try and pull him away...but she knew the truth in her heart.

She wanted him to stay there, holding her so firm and so rough, as he made her come so utterly and entirely undone.

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Tavern Regular: For Lord and Feylands

NAME: Clover Brandyburke RACE: Lagomore CLASS: Paladin (Oath of Crown)

STR 18 (+4) INT 10 (+0) DEX 16 (+3) WIS 12 (+1) CON 16 (+3) CHA 16 (+3)

GENDER: Female (She/Her) AGE: late 20's HEIGHT: 6'1" (w/o ears) BACKGROUND: Knight

BACKSTORY: Loyal to a fault, Clover was chosen to be her Fey lord's personal guard for her incredible skills and dauntless resolve. It is because of this that she felt incredible shame and guilt when he was horribly humiliated by his bride-to-be at their wedding. Once she was sure her lord was alright, Clover set off on a quest of justice—to hunt down the offending bride-to-be and force her to face consequences.