Chapter 20
Ector
“Gather your stuff by the tree and I’ll grab my clothes.” I say.
She looks me up and down before she turns around to do what was ordered. “I prefer you like this.” She murmurs, something I probably wasn’t supposed to hear. But her words didn’t stop my lips from forming a wide, cocky grin.
After gathering our things, I bring forth the old map from the pocket in my pants. “The next place we can stay at should be... I don’t know, the last word is smudged out.” I pause, trying to read. “It says ‘Town Of –ll.” I explain, showing her the map.
“It must be Town Of Well! My mother has been there once. She told me that it’s a wonderful paradise.”
Trusting her word, we continue our journey.
As I should be focusing on the path ahead of us, I can only think of my past. It’s almost like all of it has returned to the surface since I met Genevieve. She allows me to feel. Something that was strictly forbidden once my mother passed.
To show emotions around my father was to set yourself up for a punishment. It didn’t matter if it was sadness, excitement or joy, there would always be punishment.
Therefore, I had to learn how to suppress it. I had to ignore every little thing that brought me light.
But when I’m around Genevieve, feeling safer than ever, that mindset is slowly disappearing. I’m allowed to smile and laugh, and it makes me never want to stop. Gosh, everything she does brings butterflies to my stomach, and it makes me want to run around like a little boy.
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What feels like hours passes before Genevieve decides to ask her traditional question. “How much longer will it be until we’re there?”
The clouds have covered the sky and my body can no longer resist hunger.
“We’ll be there soon, sweetheart.” Just as I answer her, the gravel path beneath our feet abruptly ends.
Both of us stop right before a big sign that welcomes us to the wonderful place, “Town of... hell?”
I bring the map closer to my eyes to make sure that I’ve led us the right way.
“This does not look like the place my mother described.” Her words come through with worry.
Looking at each other in sync, both of us recognize the confused look on the other’s face.
Not a single thing in our close surroundings looks like a paradise. Everything is black, gray and ashy, every troll that passes by looks drained and lifeless with their body posture failing them.
“Shall we try finding you that dress I promised you, sweetheart?” I say, bowing before her and pretending to take off a fancy hat from my head.
“Yes, my lord.” She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Unfortunately I can’t promise any bright colors this evening, my lady.”
Looking at me, she places her hand around my arm and holds onto my bicep. Such a small gesture that makes my body burn. The touch of her hand pressing against my body.
With every troll wearing dark clothes that lack color, it doesn't take long before eyes start staring at Genevieve in her bright dress.
“Look at how ugly she is.” Someone laughs.
“And look at her dress.” Whispers come from every corner.
“Don’t listen.” I tell her, not wanting the awful words to affect her.
Walking through the dark town, their eyes are focused on you wherever you look. And it feels like an eternity passes before we walk past a small clothing shop.
As I open the obsidian door to the smoky building, a small baby dragon runs out before we get the chance to step inside.
“Look how cu-” Genevieve doesn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before the small dragon sinks its teeth into her dress, ripping it into pieces. Laughs echo behind us, and I try my best to ignore it.
“No! Not my dress!” She lets out, gathering as much fabric in her arms as possible.
Suddenly, a troll comes running towards us with a cigarette in her mouth and picks up the dragon.
“Fibbie! Behave you little shit, we have guests.” She looks us up and down.
“Oh no, your dress. I’m so sorry about that, but it was awful anyway.
” She continues while looking straight into Genevieve’s eyes with an evil smirk plastered on her face.
With her arm motioning to step inside, both of us follow close behind.
“How can I help you today?” She asks, her words coming out with a deep cough accompanying them.
“A new dress would be good, especially since your fucking dragon destroyed it even more.” I answer with a cold tone.
Rolling her eyes, she shows us where to find the dresses. And just as I thought, every single one of them is in dark shadowy colors.
Genevieve tries her best choosing a dress anyway, and as she reaches for it, I grab it out of her hand. “I need this in petal pink.” I tell the troll.
“Sorry, we don’t have that.” She blows the cigarette smoke into my face.
“Give. Me. A pink one.” I demand, taking a step closer to her.
“Ugh, wait here.” She rolls her eyes again and disappears down a long staircase.
“You didn’t have to do all that, Ector.”
“Yes I did. I know that you don’t want a grey dress, so why should you be walking around in one?”
“It wouldn’t have been a problem.”
“Genevieve, sometimes it’s hard to stand up for yourself, but I will always stand up for you whenever you can’t.” I reassure her, assuring her that I will always be fighting for her rights, even if it’s only a dress.
As the troll appears in sight, she comes closer to us with pink fabric in her hands. “Here you go.”
Handing it to Genevieve, we make our way to the small dressing room.
“Uhm, Ector.”
“Yes.”
“Could you help me with the corset?”
Walking over to her, I open the door and take a step inside, the room too small to fit us both. She turns around, arching her back for me to be able to untie the strands.
Looking into the mirror beside us was a big mistake, as the view gets burned into my memory. Her full breasts are pressed against the wall, just as my back. Her butt so close to my hardening cock, my hands touching her smooth skin.
Suddenly, my heart pounds faster and sweat drops start forming at my hairline. My head falls back, trying to get a fresh breath of air in the small room that suddenly felt warmer. My hands start sweating and my head starts to spin.
“Are you okay?” She looks at me through the mirror.
“Yes, perfectly fine.” I answer without meeting her adorable eyes, pretending to remain unaffected by the view and thoughts building in my head.
As soon as I’m done untying her, I take a step outside and pull the thick hoodie over my head in an attempt to cool down my body. Looking down, it’s difficult to ignore the hardness.
“I’m done. Are you ready?” She speaks after a few minutes.
“Y... Yes.” Fuck, I can’t even speak.
She steps out of the fitting room, looking like an angel. The new dress fits her perfectly, hugging every curve of her body and flowing free around her legs.
“How do I look?”
“You look... Stunning.” I say, holding my hoodie over my cock. Not wanting to intensify the thoughts I already have, I force myself to look away from her beauty.
“How much for this dress?” Genevieve asks the troll politely but gets no answer in return.
Placing a few golden coins on the desk before her, I make sure that Genevieve doesn’t have to worry about it.
“Thank you, again.” She says, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder, which doesn’t help the state of my body.
“Okay can you two get out of here now? I have things to do. Does it look like I have all day?”
“Yes ma’am.” I agree with her, in desperate need to get out just as much as she wants us gone.