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You lay in his palm as he sits exquisitely on his throne. He is a marvel, the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. His rays frame his head like a crown, his golden eyes striking as he tilts his head. A long crimson finger traces over your hair, ruffling the perfectly styled locks. He is bored, you ascertain. The great hall is filled with nobility from all around, eager to see the fae king in all his glory. 

You see it everyday. Forced to stay by his side as the days blur into weeks to months. You are his plaything. A way to entertain himself as he waits for the excitement to begin. The great king Eclipse brings you up close, peering at you as you blink through your lashes at him. 

If you stand still he will soon lose interest, or so you hope. Only, he raises your skirts, a low displeased hum as you cross your ankles. 

“My king, please.” You mumble. 

“You will speak my name, firefly. And I shall do whatever I wish. You know this.” Eclipse easily flicks your legs apart, successfully lifting up your hem as you flush. It is true, you are his to command. A deal woven between the two of you, the day he caught wind of a witch practicing magic in the neighbouring human kingdom. 

You’d leaped in to save your friend, a fierce and strong Princess who tried to take the fall for your secrets. Now, your life was placed into the claws of something sinister, a cruel man who tortured you everyday- 

You jolted as hot air blew over your entrance. You knew Eclipse revelled in how you squeaked, falling back into his hand as air once more took hold of your senses. 

The voices of Lord Montgomery and Fredrick had gone silent. You could hardly believe your misfortune, how humiliating. 

“What was that pet? I’m afraid you’ll need to speak up.” His sharp claw was gentle with you, circling over your entrance as he flicked your bud. You grabbed tightly to it, pulling it against yourself as you fought to keep it in place. This must have surprised Eclipse, for he leaned back. 

“My king, I need!-” he growled then, hiking your skirts down as he maneuvered you to sit upright in his palm. 

“Why, Freddy, did you hear what my pet said just then?” 

You are forced to lock gazes with Lord Fazbear as the fae flushes, his ears lowering. His blue eyes are kind with sympathy as they regard you. 

“I did, my king.” 

You are brought up to Eclipse’s face, his lips puckering as they pressed possessively to your cheek. Your skin is left damp as he retreats, thrust to face the audience once more. 

“And what was it, pray tell, that she said?” 

Lord Fazbear swallows, his muzzle mouthing a gentle I’m sorry. 

“She said my king.” 

Eclipse snaps his fingers, nodding along in agreement. “Why yes, despite my order to hear my name from her sweet lips. No matter! I shall hear it soon enough.” 

Your waist is clutched between two fingers, your corset encasing your torso as strings are delicately looped over the digits. You are made to be dressed up everyday. Your hair always equivocally styled, clothes pressed and neatened. You are a doll, set on display for others to see but never touch, except for your attendants. 

You mewl as your corset is pulled taut, falling shakily to your knees as Eclipse gives soothing strokes to your hair. He loops it around once more, knowing it is not yet the tightest it can go. You slap his hand, biting into his  skin in an effort to persuade him. He merely chuckles, giving a swift tap to your bottom. 

“It seems my firefly is being very naughty. I shall do good to correct her behaviour.” You are laid down, your cunt exposed as a finger swirls between your folds. He is insistent, coating himself in your wet slick. You bite your lips to muffle the sounds that long to break free. 

Eclipse growls, his hand squeezing around you in disapproval. 

He raises you to meet his eyes, but you can’t face them. It is both too much, and somehow not enough. You are a small, helpless creature. Destined to be forever in your king’s mercy. You buck, inserting his length deeper inside yourself. He tuts, peeling your eyes open. 

“My pet, you will not hide your sounds from me. I will hear them, whether you want me to or not.” 

Eclipse takes you by the waist then, pulling you up, then slamming you back down upon his finger. This time you have no qualms about keeping quiet. You open your lips, releasing wild cries to the captive crowd. 

“Eclipse! Please! I can’t!” You begged. Immediately, his grip loosened, your waist being let go as he tipped you back. You cried at the loss of his touch, but screamed as his long tongue circled your entrance. 

Your vision became blurry from there. The feeling of him plunging inside you, only his open palm keeping you safe from the hundred foot fall below. There is only him, his voice as he praises you, his scent of smoke and pine as he caresses you. You long to spell this moment in time, to freeze and never forget it. Perhaps you could try such a thing tomorrow. 

When you come to, golden eyes bore down at you. You are lovingly stroked as he fixes your dress, his thumb going to his lips as he draws it against his tongue. He teases your hair down until he is satisfied, basking in your shivers as he straightens you out. You are a perfect doll as you sit, crossing your legs once more as you feel the wetness pool into your clothing. 

Eclipse raises his head. “Well? Do carry on Freddy. Don’t stop on my account.” 

Lord Fazbear stares wildly, a haunted look as he clears his throat. 

“Of course my king.”