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The Monster & the Maiden Fair

the monster & the maiden fair meme

There's a long precedent in folklore and myth of beautiful young people - both men and women - being kidnapped by monsters: dragons, beasts, goblins, demons, elves, vampires, wolves, or even evil humans. In the end, however, these prisoners are almost always rescued and brought back to civilization to live a normal and happy life.

But what if they didn't want to leave their jailor?

They've seen behind the surface and have begun to sympathize with this "monster;" no, more than that, they've fallen for them. Will this story have a happy ending? Will the monster believe that anyone could love them? Most importantly, though, can the two of them be left alone without any attempts at a "rescue?"

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Thread anything that could remotely fit under the umbrella theme. Was the kidnapping just that, or did both parties know (and care) for each other before, making it a collaborative, mutual effort? Perhaps you'd prefer to play the actual Beauty and The Beast-style getting to know each other or seeing behind the grizzly facade. What about an attempted "rescue?" Or maybe you could thread out a scene where the prisoner runs away from the society they were forced back into and returns to their beloved beast! It's all up to you. You could even do smut if you wanted to, but this isn't a smut meme.

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They will, our intelligence never fails. [ He opens his hand, releasing Milly's wrist. The pulls back that hand so he might tug on the gloves on it, which were moved around a little by her struggle. He exhaled through his nose, and then looked her square in the eyes, his glasses glinting a little in the dim lighting of the cabin ]

But, if that sinful body somehow doesn't get their jimmies jumping up to try and get you back, then we'll just have to change the plan. As long as you're innocent, you have nothing to worry about from my Justice.

[she pulls her arm away from him sharply, but doesn't move away from him or avert her eyes from him.]

No one is coming for me. [her tone is threatening, but all she's done is scare herself a little more. who are they even trying to get? she can't even imagine anyone she knows being a criminal, or in love with her, or willing to save her... it doesn't make any sense. they absolutely kidnapped the wrong blonde. her expression shifts into something less fierce for a moment, her thoughts twisting it into something worried and almost sad, but she catches herself, and she scowls once more.]

Well, I am innocent, but it doesn't feel like I'm safe from you.

Then don't look at me. [ He grunts this, gesturing around the cabin with his neck. They're coming for her. They're coming, and he's completely sure of it - he trusts ins his own sense of Justice. And he's sure that the Justice here is Solid. It's rock solid, even. (the justice is his penis, he's got an erection, but it doesn't totally show in his pants)

either way, he shrugs ]

But if he doesn't come for you, then we'll just return you. Though it does prove he's without fangs.

That's not the problem. [it's part of the problem, but his appearance is the least of her worries.] And you should spare us all the trouble and return me now. You're waiting for something that will never happen. [frowning, she sighs and runs her hand through her hair, looking around the room to decide on what to do next. try to bash his head in? climb out a window? sleep? maybe just... wait? maybe someone would actually come for her. all her plans seemed too hasty, though. she'd think of something once he left. unless...

she glances to him, and crosses her arms.] Are you going to stay here?

Well someone needs to keep you safe and cozy don't they?

[ It's said with some humor, as if there's s a cruel joke in there. But as he says it, he also blatantly checks her out again. ]

[the way he says that fires her up again, and she's ready to launch into a tirade as she tries to get in his face, her body brushing against his. she jabs a finger against his chest and opens her mouth to yell, but she gets distracted. there's something against her stomach, and she knows exactly what it is.

she keeps her finger against his chest, but all her fierce words have vanished. instead, her cheeks go a bit pink, and she tries to figure out why she's not exactly disgusted. why is she not disgusted?!] That... that won't be necessary.

[ He inhales sharply though his nose, and he looks down at her, reaching up to tug on his gloves again. It was as if he was pulling come clothing closer to himself, because somewhere else was tight on him, and brushing up against her. Instead, his smirk, still pronounced, keeps on his fave. ]

Don't turn into some demure mare on me. [ Hahaha ] Or should we skip the introductions, and give some shame to that target of ours?

[there's a split second where it occurs to her that she's been going about this all wrong. brute force will get her nowhere with him. her tactics need a more... feminine touch.

she presses herself against him-- she's never been afraid of any man's arousal-- and sneers at him.] If you think I'm anything close to demure, you're mistaken. [she stays there for a moment, her chest against his, her eyes locked on him, then steps away from him, turning her back to him as she crosses her arms.] And if you're expecting me to give you anything, try again. You'd need much more than introductions to have a shot with me.

[ If anything, he seems to perk up even more when her chest presses against him, his massive rod down thee becoming even more bulging, even more ... something. And when she pulls back, he's left with a large visible erection, looking like it might threat to rip his pants entirely, somehow. But he growls, crossing his arms himself, and taking one step forward which seems to shake the cabin floor a little ]

Hnn, so you're a fox, after all - some sly vixen, seducing the just and unjust alike. That's what I thought in the first place - what a shame to have theor cowtits on you.

[ He himself sneers at her back, laughing to himself at the irony. Alas, that he can't unleash his Justice ]

[it's much easier to stand her ground when she can't see him looming over her. it's dangerous to take her eyes away from him, but even as the floor shakes, she keeps her cool.]

You make an awful lot of assumptions about me. And not one of them has been right so far. Do you think insulting me is going to win me over? [she runs her hand through her hair slowly, brushing it away from her neck as her fingertips trace down the side of her neck to her collarbone.]

Are you really as complicated as you want to imply, vixen? It's not like I need to know everything about you... or even that I'm intending to "win you over."

[ He laughs at this, regaining his cool. She's toying with him... she's taunting him. Oh sure, he might be hard, he might be throbbing. He might be ready to make a move, but instead, he adjusts his glasses again. He licks his lips. ]

Did you think you wee in a fairy tale? With legs and a rack like that - you sure aren't in some pretty dress.

[she's just reined in control for herself, so no matter how he taunts her, she won't turn around. the hand at her side balls up into a fist, digging her nails into her palm, but she releases it silently.]

No, I didn't. I'm not stupid enough to think that this is anything more than a nightmare. I'm not a princess, and you're not a knight in shining armour.

[he might be right about her being a vixen, though. she lifts her arms over her head to stretch, arching her back slightly with a soft groan. if he's going to call her name, then she's going to make that erection of his worse. it's all fair.]

[ He narrows his eyes, and a little bit softer, he responds to her again, standing his ground. Would it be a loss for him to move? It would to back down, and would he lose to touch her? Does it matter? She has no power over him, and she has to know it. She knows it. He exhales and gives a lightly exasperated voice ]

Knights aren't all that great anyway. Their personal agendas and quests sure aren't Justice.

[ But he then becomes a bit more of himself, reaching up one hand to stroke his beard. ]

But if you're not a princess, who are you, vixen?

If a knight isn't what I should want, then what is? I need something to believe in.

[she crosses her arms and juts her hip out to the side, thinking for a moment on how to respond. when she finds her voice again, she turns her head towards him, and rests her chin against her shoulder.]

Milly. Milly Ashford. [and there's more to her, and more she would say, but it doesn't matter all that much right now.] And who are you?

[ He knew he name, of course. It was on her dossier. For his part, though, he wanted her to introduce herself before he introduced himself. He wanted them to "get along" her, so they could "enjoy" their time here. Ideally, he might make her body feel something better than the cretinous, fangless criminal they would take out by week's end, to show her the true Might and Power of Justice. But no, right now, he just laughs in a cruel sounding way - no. Not even cruel, just brutal. Like some animals's laugh ]

Juusui Date. I'm from the Kagome Organization.

[ No one would have ever heard of them, but. ]

And if you're as strong as you present, shouldn't you believe in yourself?

[his laugh gets her to flinch a little, and she takes a deep breath to steady herself.]

What would like me to call you? [his name was a bit of a mystery to her, like all japanese names were. given name, family name? mr. date? juusui? A Mystery. better to ask than to assume wrongly and have him laugh at her. or worse... who knew.

standing a little bit taller and facing forward again, her arms fall away from her, fingertips meeting to brush against each other.]

I do believe in myself. But sometimes, that's not enough.

Call me whatever you want - you should show your courage. That's what you want to show for yourself, right?

[ For his part, he shrugs, looking her over, and keeping his eyes timed on her, evenly enough for having a huge raging hard on and adjusting his glasses a little to better look down at her. But while he said it like that, he then paused, tilted his head somewhat, and - ]

You could call me Date.

Showing my courage wouldn't be me calling you names, or angering you with them.

[her voice is calm and honest, but a bit softer. but if he wants to see courage, hers is in small doses. like her taking a deep breath and slowly turning to face him without fear. somehow, a name makes him less of a monster and more of a person. not one she likes, but one she doesn't have to fight constantly.]

Date it is. [she looks him in the eye, her heart racing and still a bit nervous, holding her breath for a moment. part of her feels like this is going to backfire, that he's going to laugh, but she won't flinch. she'll hold her own.]

But what should I call you?

[ Vixen. He probably won't call her by name but he's going to give her that option to spell it out ]

[she cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile forming on her lips.]

Milly. Just Milly.

Hnnn. I'm not sure that I like that any more than Vixen. But I'll think about it for now.

[ His own smirk is a lot wider now, and he motions for her to sit or collect anything else in the room. He's so hard boners now. ]

As long as you don't call me a cow again, I think I should be fine. [she purses her lips, suppressing a small smirk as she looks around the room, this time looking for something other than weaponry or an escape route.

as she walks toward the bed to make herself comfortable, there's a bit of a pronounced sway to her hips, and she looks over her shoulder for a moment before she takes a seat on the edge of the bed.] So... [she crosses her legs with a little kick, and leans back on her palms.] What now?

[ The way she moves, the way she struts. She clearly beliecvs that the situation has changed, that the balance of power has somehow shifted into her favor. It hasn't, of course, but Date can humor that - what a vixen, what a minx. He chuckles to himself with that, and he follows her towards the bed, his pants shifting with his every step, his steps creaking the boards of the cabin. He makes no effort to hide his erection, and it's gone down ... none at all. ]

For now, we'll have to wait. But I'm sure since you're not a cow, that won't appeal to you.

[ He bows his head a little ] But Justice demands that of us all.

[the only thing she knows has changed is that she has more power than she did at the start. not even close to what he has, but enough to start the shift. maybe...

as he approaches her, she notices his erection again, trying not to stare, or at least being subtle as she checks him out. she doesn't... exactly want to, but the bulge in his pants is huge. she can't help but be curious. if this were anyone else, this wouldn't be an issue. but it's totally against the rules to find your kidnapper attractive in any form! that's so messed up! but it's not him. it's his dick. only the size. the idea of the size. not his, just one like his...

alright, this train of thought needs to stop now. she squeezes her legs together a little tighter, but other than that, gives no indication he-- no, the idea of his penis-- is actually affecting her. right...] I'm a patient woman, but I'm not particularly interested in just waiting for slaughter. [a smirk, and then--] What does justice have to do with this? [the waiting, she means.]

[ His penis matches up in size to himself... or exceeds it, just a little. The man's somewhere in the area of seven feet tall and built like he's the hulk or something, and if anything, his dick exceeds even that standard if the bulge which seems at risk of ripping off his pants is any indication. His stride displays it proudly. He has no shame about it. ]

Because all of this - the "slaughter" you're waiting for - is to bring Justice to that boytoy you seduced.

[ And he reaches a hand out now, to pat, brush her shoulder. Good work on that, by the way. Not that it must've been hard for her. He doesn't sit just yet, but he does stand hear the bed to her, which makes her fact level to about his stomach ]

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