Deserae

Chapter 7

I can't believe Luna wants me to wear something like this! I look like a complete harlot in something so terrible. I get that she might want to wear something like this because she thinks it's fitting for a princess to be desirable to everyone, even herself, but there's no way I can pull something like this off.

The bra is lace, with flowery designs making up the cups and straps. Thankfully there's a barrier of tan fabric that blocks that natural color of my breasts from being scene. But the underwear doesn't have that kind of protection, it's just silk all around then lined with lace. It's beautiful and very comfortable, but not in the least bit me.

After taking a few deep breaths to make the redness in my cheeks go down, I walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of my owner while she stared me up and down like I was a meal to her. She started at my face, probably memorizing what I look like so she can please herself later with how embarrassed I look.

Then she looked up at my hips and her eyes immediately went to red, showing that her Wolf is dangerously close to the surface.  All I can think about is that she's thinking about my virginity and how I won't have it after tomorrow night. I still can't wrap my head around how she wants me to sleep with the Lord of a neighboring land. I realize that her reasons are diplomatic but I still can't be comfortable with it.

She looked at my chest next and at the lace that covers what little of me there is to cover. I'm a B-cup so there's not much for anyone to look at, but I've never had a problem with my size. It makes sure that I'm not the most attractive, and I was looked over a lot at the pet shop because I wasn't as curvy as the other girls.

"Do you approve?" I asked quietly. I know I probably look as red as a tomato right now, but there's nothing I can do about it. Any reasonable person would be horribly embarrassed if they weren't wearing any clothes!

She stepped forward and lifted her hand quickly. I flinched away and blocked my face with my arms to defend myself against her hit. I knew I shouldn't have spoken out of turn, now she's going to beat me and get onto me for bruising so easily.

But the blow never came, and I felt a soft hand wrap around my wrist and lower my arms instead of a fist hit my side. I opened my eyes enough to see that she was still staring at me but was closer than before, she's close enough so that I can sense her body heat. I shivered when I felt the differences between us and my throat got tighter than ever.

No! I can't crave her blood! She'll hit me again if I so much as mention it!

Luna held both my wrists in front of me, but she didn't look at my body anymore. She just stared at my face as if I was still fully dressed. "M-Madam I-"

"Don't." she said. My mouth closed instantly. My heart started to beat wildly as I thought about all of the different things she might do to me. Not now, before the visiting Lord gets a hold of me. She wants me to look perfect in every way and won't risk the Lord being unhappy with my appearance.

But it's what she's going to do when he's done with me that I'm scared of. I've been resistant to her wanting me to dress like a slut and I've been nagging her to let me do anything but sleep with a man I don't know. And I know there's nothing to do but beg and plead with her, she's going to make me do whatever she wants.

She shifted my wrists to be grasped in one of her hands and used her free hand to cup my face. "Don't fight him, give him whatever he wants, okay?"

Even though she's using a stern voice and making me look at her, the authority isn't there. It's like she's hesitant about telling me what to do now and she's never done that before. She's never second guessed herself before.

What is this feeling inside of me? I feel like I need to comfort her and to make her know that I'll listen to her. She needs to know that I'll make her happy and I'll do what I have to do to make sure her future in-laws are satisfied. She'll never think it's my fault if something goes awry!