Your Leash - A Cinderella Phenomenon Fanfiction

Sleeping Beauty

Varg

To my utmost and complete disappointment, Delora's solution to the problem at hand was to cast a sleeping spell. In her haste to remove my pants, Lucy was distracted and the spell hit its mark. I glared at the witch, but she was nonplussed and quickly voices were raised all across the main room of the Marchen. Everyone seemed to have an idea of what the best path was to take, and since most of these would put my Lucy in a lot of danger, I was not inclined to allow any of them. They were absolutely out of their minds if they thought I would let them risk her safety. Ignoring them for the moment, I bent down and picked up Lucy's unconscious form, quickly carrying her upstairs and setting her in the bed. After pulling the blankets up to her chin, I gave her a quick kiss on the nose (because, apparently, I was becoming shamefully tame and pathetic) before I descended the stairs and listened to the chorus of loud voices that seemed determined to decide Lucy's fate for her.

"Really," said Karma. "Can you honestly tell me that the best plans you can come up with involve sending the princess to fight her own mother? A woman who has had the benefit of not only age and experience, but also has managed to drain Lucy's abilities in order to come back to this world?" He huffed. "I think that might be the worst idea I've ever heard."

"Well," replied Waltz irritably. "If you have any alternatives, I'm all ears."

"I couldn't care less about anyone else," I cut in, "but the one person who will absolutely NOT be put in danger is Lucette."

"Like you could stop her," Waltz mumbled under his breath.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Let me make this clear. If I have to tie her up and throw her over my damn shoulder to get her clear of anything that may hurt her, including you and your plans, I will. Without hesitation. Get that through your head. She's not getting hurt."

"And if your refusal to allow her to participate is the difference between thousands dying and innocent lives being spared," said Delora pointedly. "You would still try to hide her away? Surely you aren't that dense, Wolf. The consequences could be insurmountable."

I just shrugged. "Witch, I would burn the world to the ground before I let one hair on that beautiful head be touched by danger."

"I honestly don't understand why she has to go to begin with," said Rumpel, hoping to bring the conversation back to more productive discussion. "Magic is not contained by the laws of time and space. Could we not just draw her mother here, thereby completely avoiding the castle and keeping Lucette near people who will fight for her? There are many people who love the Princess that live here and all of us will protect her at all costs."

"Hildyr does not know where the Marchen is," said Parfait. " If we draw her here, we simply risk the lives of all the tenants. Most of them are common people, and you know that she would slaughter them like cattle."

Finally, I had enough of their bickering and banged my hand on the table. The whole group turned to look at me, some with interest, some with fear. Most of the men had murder in their eyes, but I suspect that was less about me and more about who was MINE and not theirs.

"The only person who knows how to defeat the bitch is the bitch herself." I ran my hands through my hair and grumbled. "But we have the two connected through Lucy, she has all of her mother's bullshit in her brain too, so we need to use it."

Delora laughed, the sound haughty and condescending in my ears. "Of course," she said sarcastically, "Let's just wake her up and ask her. Surely she'll answer us THIS time instead of trying to get you nude as quickly as possible."

I growled and had some expletives on the tip of my tongue when Waltz stepped between me and the witch and spoke out. I glared at her around him, wondering if she bled purple or red.

"Varg has a point," said Waltz, looking around the people in the room. "She connected with the tenebraum last night, but she was herself."

Karma raised an eyebrow. "Or perhaps she wasn't," he stated, eyeing me. "Since when does a lady like her invite a dirty wolf to her bed?"

Waltz sighed and fixed him with an exasperated look. "Not helping..." Waltz told him, but Karma just clicked his tongue.

"Jealousy is an ugly emotion, my LADY," I taunted back, smiling my best wolfish grin.

Karma's eyes burned with hatred, but Waltz let out a growl of frustration before turning on everyone. "Sit the HELL down and close your mouths so we can fix the Princess. No one has time for this posturing bit, you can fight about who is the alpha later."

A gasp came from some of the Marchen's residents at Waltz's uncharacteristic cursing. Reluctantly, I bit my tongue but did not sit down. Karma stayed standing as well, staring at the wood grain of the floor in front of him. Waltz ignored us and continued.

"She was normal this morning as well, for a short while, until her mother's influence caught up. So my theory is this," Waltz stated, beginning to pace the floor. "If we talk to her within the first few moments after she wakes, we may be able to get together whatever we need to destroy Hildyr and keep the Princess safe."

Delora nodded her head slowly. "So a series of sleeping spells, while trying to get as much information as we can-"

"Before she becomes heavily influenced by her mother's madness and needs to be put into a slumber again," finished Rumpel, looking thoughtful.

"Alright, so now that the slow ones have caught on," I said irritably, "can we go do this?"

Karma scoffed. "As if you would be any help."

I grit my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to count to ten and come up with good reasons not to rip his throat out. I still hadn't thought of anything other than 'Lucy would be mad' by the time Waltz, Delora, and myself arrived at the room. Waltz had diplomatically made Karma stay downstairs and I only gloated as loudly and pointedly as I could get away with.

Over the series of the next few hours, Lucy was systematically awoken, quickly questioned for information, and put back to sleep when she began reaching for my breeches. The situation was less than ideal, but there is nothing like the girl you're in love with being obsessed with your cock for hours on end to make you all sorts of arrogant. Magically induced or not, I was becoming less and less inclined to deny her said cock, because, come on, but a man has limits to his self-control.

When they finally, FINALLY had all of their information, it was like being released from the sweetest torture chamber. I escaped out the door and into the forest, where I spent the next half hour smacking trees with my cane and thinking decidedly unsexy thoughts in an effort to regain a semblance of restraint.