Is This What... "Peace" Looks Like?: The Guardians in Dreamville

Parsley and Thyme begin to wonder if Dreamville is a little too weird for their taste. Even so, they cautiously accepted, despite their reservations, Aster as the husband-to-be for Rosemary, since she seemed overjoyed to be married to him. Taken in so much by this blond-haired jerk, she lets him wield her precious sword, Flowering Thorn. He encourages her to pleasure him in such a way that also turns her on, which he uses to strengthen their precious bond. Later, Parsley and Thyme are shocked to learn that Sage is planning to marry none other than Cal, a class bully from their time at High Guardian Academy. Bringing Cal into the mix makes no sense to them. While Parsley agrees to accept him as Sage's husband, after Sage insists that he has "changed," Thyme does not. She leaves the inn, saying she needs to clear her head. What she experiences next shakes her world in a way that she was never prepared for, breaking her down to her core...

Thyme and Parsley returned to the inn. Both of them dismayed and disappointed that they had not come across Sage when walking around town. Linda pulled them into doing household chores. They both agreed to help out. As they did the tasks on their own, Parsley quietly whispered to her elf friend, with a tone of worry in her voice, "isn't this all a little weird?" Her friend looked at her as she folded her clothes and placed each item neatly into a wicker laundry basket. "What do you mean?" Her friend replied, surprised that Thyme didn't see the issue. "Dreamville. It's too perfect. Something is wrong." She moved her head from side to side. Thyme wasn't sure Parsley was right. "Isn't this place just a fantasy?" Parsley added. Her friend nodded. "I mean; it is gorgeous, but why can't there be a place that lives up to the rumors?" Thyme asked, curiously.

Her friend wasn't so sure or as confident that what she had observed were just aberrations. Thyme started to think about it. She scratched her head. Maybe Parsley was right after all. She then acknowledged her concern, and added, "I guess so Pars, but I still think you are too down on this place." Without much thought, she began to imagine a strong man who could move objects at ease. She thought that she needed a big muscled man, to do tasks for her, like carrying firewood, or help her fire her bow and arrow. She shook her head. Why did she have these thoughts? She was such a great archer. Why would ever she need, in a million years, a man to help her?

The girls had already cautiously accepted Aster as a husband-to-be for their friend Rose. His physical appearance drew in many, whether his fair skin, his wavy blonde hair which went down to his neck, or his small ponytail. Just then he came back into the inn with Rose tightly holding his hand. She was lost in his sparkling blue eyes. "You are so amazing, pinky, I can't imagine how I could live without you," he declared. She had fallen under his charm, seeing him as empathetic, and appreciating his compliments. It remained to be seen whether he had fully shed his self-absorbed and chauvinistic nature from the past. It had been said that he viewed women as beneath him. Previously, Rose, and her friends, openly expressed how much they detested him, especially after he called her "stuck up" under his breath.

While he wasn't the sharpest tool in the tool-shed, as some would put it, since he constantly forgot Rose's name and called her by other names instead, he had some martial arts skills. In addition, he was great at baking. He had even won many contests over the years for it, including prize money. Furthermore, he was skilled at using a sword. He talked softly so she could only hear him. "Why don't we go outside, sweetie. I can show you what I can do with a sword." She replied with a whisper into his ear, "I would love that, my dear Aster." She skipped happily with him outside. She was giddy as the metal ring on her finger shined under the light. When Parsley and Thyme weren't looking, he snatched Rose's precious sword, Flowering Thorn, from the place it had been stashed. If he could wield it, with her consent, then she would be even more beholden to him.

Once outside, he came close to Rose. "My sweet, can I have the pleasure of using your precious Flowering Thorn?" She wasn't sure. What he said almost cut through her attraction to him. That is until he said. "I'll be careful. I know how important this sword is to you." She smiled. He was being so considerate, she thought. What she didn't know was that actions like this were yet another part of the strategy to manipulate her, following the tactics that his superiors had taught him. The four spice girls were targets for submission, with the plan to ensure they would no longer be a threat. As he swung around the sword, she looked at him in utter awe. She remained smitten. He was clearly showing off. "My dear, do you not see how great I am? How much more I can be when I'm with you? Oh, the seas are nothing compared to your beauty."

His clear narcissism and chauvinism washed over Rose. She almost looked past it. When she was back at the academy, she would never would have acted this way, for the most part, but this time she somehow did. A blush filled her face. She felt so happy to be with her Man, and thought that he cared about her. In reality, he skilled, more than anything, in twisting around situations to his benefit. "Thank you for the words of encouragement, Aster." He bowed before her, then lifted his head. He looked straight at her. "It is my absolute delight, my darling. Your name is like a pretty flower, which is perfect for a pretty girl." He put down the sword, then playfully smacked her on the ass, which made her feel a mix of pleasure and pain. She loved what her Man was doing to her. She couldn't think of being with anyone else. While in this daze, he pulled her aside and softly spoke into her ear.

He pointed to the bulge in his pants. "I'm horny, and my wife has to do something about it. That is her duty to her Man, you know." She wasn't exactly sure what he meant until he brought her to a guest room in another part of the inn, often reserved for long-term guests. He closed the door. No one would hear them there. He was sure of that. They would be alone without any unwanted interruptions. He sat on the bed, then laid down on top of the bedspread. He unbuckled his pants and they shortly dropped to the floor in a pile. She was amazed at the sight before her: a pulsating, erect cock with throbbing veins. The cockhead was exposed, with the foreskin back, because he was so sexually excited. She had only read about this in anatomy books. Seeing it in person, in front of her eyes was totally different. She felt almost honored to be there before him. 

He guided her body to the right place, so that her legs were on top of his. He told her it would be the most comfortable position, then showed her the right speed, intensity, and grip that he wanted. He wanted to be stimulated in a way he deserved. As she intently watched, following his every word, and action, she felt the area between her legs getting warm. She couldn't believe herself. She had begun to steadfastly believe that Aster knew what was right for her. There was no obstacle in her way. He could be all hers and she could be all his. She didn't mind his possessiveness. She wasn't in daze this time, nor was she hypnotized. Rather, she was deeply in love with a man who once had the hots for her, in love with a man who she had once dismissed. She now believed had changed.

Using his sweet words of manipulation, he moved her hands into position. Some men didn't like this kind of thing. He was different from those men. He wanted her to touch him and badly. He was excited to try something new. With her nails perfectly smooth and short, he knew he would enjoy it. While it was said the lube was "absolutely essential" so everything went "smoothly," he did not care about that. Not at all. Instead, he had been told to use the most effective method, which was up to his discretion, as long as the mission objective was completed. So, he had some latitude to do what he wanted. He would get her to obey his demands without even a question from her, without any special magic tricks. He would use his actions to appeal to what she wanted most of all: affection and love.

She started gently moving her hands up and down his shaft, slowly stroking it, then increasing the pressure, complete with a back-and-forth motion with her wrists. She paid specific attention to the crown of his special thing of desire, which was very sensitive, as the sheath has rescinded. She was confident in what she was doing, thanks to his help. While he began to moan, this was not enough. He needed to be stimulated more. He could have asked her to interlace her fingers, wrapping both fingers around. He had different idea that was kinky in its own way. It would be a piece of cake to make her fall in line. He wasn't sorry about what he was doing. In fact, he was glad he got another chance with Rose. He wasn't going to blow it. Not this time. He'd ensure there wouldn't be a next time.

He demanded that she move her hands much more quickly. "Come on. I know you can do it. You can do more to pleasure your Man." The pace rapidly sped up, with the same motion over and over again. As she did so, she felt even wetter between her legs. His moaning became louder and louder by the minute, followed by the same from her. She was feeling just as turned on as he was. Taking one hand off, she explored the rest of his private area, being as delicate as she could with testes, even when she held both in her hand. She first gently squeezed and massaged them, then tugged on them, touching one of his most sensitive skin areas. When she did this, he felt all sorts of sensations. He knew he had to make sure she stayed with him, no matter what. He would ensure that the plan was never revealed.

She could have played around more. She could have even touched his ass. Instead, she returned her hand to his shaft and kept pumping her hands up and down. Only seconds later, his sweet, sticky love juices squirted onto her face, marking her as his, and showing their deepening sexual connection with one another. They had both really enjoyed themselves and felt relaxed. Their bond had been strengthened with this foreplay, which was loving, tender, and not as one-sided as it might seem from a quick glance. Each of them had their own kinds of touch they liked. Unlike how he had given her, Parsley, Sage, and Thyme certain dreams, he wasn't using any spells to stop or encourage anything. He wanted it to feel genuine and for there to be a real connection. He was taking it seriously.

Aster grinned happily. He reached his hand out, moving into under her skirt. He wanted to spice things up. He felt her panties. "Oh my. It makes me happy that you are getting wet for me. We really are meant for each another." A voice entered her head. It boomed loudly. It overpowered everything else so that she would not be thinking of anything but the voice. She didn't care to learn the origin of it. She had accepted it, wrongly, as her sort of warped conscience. A woman is to listen to her Man, to accept his authority as absolute, and to care for him. She then can live a life of peace, frolicking through fields, and baking sourdough bread, the voice said. Just then, his finger entered her pussy, making her cry out, exclaiming, "I love you, my Aster. I want to be with you forever no matter what!" 

She was in utter euphoria. She had only felt this way since she met him. She couldn't explain it. She felt an urge to follow everything he said, without any question in her mind. He was so hot right now. She could not deny it. She was so happy to be there. As his finger pumped inside of her tunnel of love, a sweet liquid ran down her legs. A feeling of relief washed over her. Aster felt the same. He was breathing as hard. He leaned against her and stared into her eyes. "I'm so glad you are here with me. You are the only one for me, you know." Rose wholeheartedly agreed. She had nothing to worry about. She would stay with him. There was no need for any deep thoughts. Rather, she only had one thing to do: accept him as a part of her life, someone she could not live without.

While Rose and Aster were decompressing from their intense physical exertion, which had drawn them ever closer together, Cal walked into the inn. Parsley, in a maid outfit, and Thyme, in her adventuring outfit, were tidying up the room. They didn't expect to see this man, with his tanned skin and violet afro, coming in. They remembered him for continuously antagonizing people on campus, including them. His presence wasn't what shocked them but rather who he held hands with: their friend Sage! They could not believe their eyes. How could she be with such a crude and aggressive man, someone who asserted himself to seize what he wanted and "needed"? He hated trans people, and women, with every bone of his body, from what Parsley and Thyme could recall. He had frequently sexually harassed female students. He even had contempt for Snapdragon, and her "effeminate" tendencies, as some called it.

He could tell they were judging him. He forcibly pulled in Sage for a kiss, pulling in a sort of daze, then stared across the room with his fierce violet eyes. "She is mine, you hear, and she will make me better. I don't care what the rest of you think, but I deserve her more than anyone else," he declared. Sage looked at him almost adoringly, disturbing them both. How could she do this? Did she not remember how he was a bully to her, and her friends? Did she not remember how Cal had called Snapdragon a "freak" after punching her? They had forgotten that he had not only flirted with Snapdragon in the past, but also Rose and Sage. They had dismissed it in the past. He used that previous experience to pull Sage in into his web, a web she could not escape from.

"Parsley and Thyme, I know you have a lot of feelings about Cal. He can be...a little involved in himself...show malice toward those other than himself. But, he has changed! I can assure you that." She paused. "And he looks cute, I must say. I am happy being with him." Parsley nodded. She was willing to give Cal a chance, for now, but she'd be watching them together closely. She wanted to support her friend. Thyme had enough of this. She didn't get it. She left the inn in disappointment, after declaring, "I need to clear my head. I'll be back soon." Parsley wanted to follow her, but Sage shook her head, holding Parsley back. She didn't want to smother her or anything. "She should be alone this time. Let her figure this out first. Everyone deserves that time for themselves." Her blond-haired friend agreed and decided to not follow Thyme as she left the inn.

Thyme kept going over it in her head. How could this be happening? She was starting to realize that Parsley was right about this town. She surreptitiously went to the place where she had secretly stashed her bow and arrow. She didn't want to keep it in the inn, because she believed it would be confiscated. Looking around, she decided that walking in the woods would do her some good. With her weapon at hand, she was prepared to defend herself from anything. She exited town, leaving the protection of the strong stone wall, and walked into the dense forest. It seemed quiet, almost too quiet. Carefully scanning the trees for anything, no danger seemed to be around. There weren't sparse trees without any foliage like those that Amaryllis described about Witch Country, a place said to have blinding streetlights, specifically in Spooky City, and towering castles.

A flying beast suddenly came down from the sky above. It was none other than a Manticore, a flying lion-type creature which could not speak human languages and had a base level of intelligence. Despite that, it was deadly. She readied herself. It growled and charged at her. She fired her bow in quick succession, releasing a series of arrows. This slowed down the creature, as it began to bleed, but did not stop its advance. As she tried to stop its front claws with her bow, holding the beast back, the worst possible thing happened to her. Her wooden bow snapped in two. She pulled out her knife which she has kept tied to her leg, for safekeeping. Somehow, she was able to defend herself. Unfortunately, as she was focused on this, she only saw the scorpion like tail when it was too late. It couldn't stun someone like a usual scorpion. Instead, it has sharp barbs which could stick into anyone.

It grated across her back, making her cry out in pain, her voice loudly echoing through the forest. As she did so, her knife dropped to the ground. She couldn't stop the Manticore from slashing her chest. Her clothes were in tatters. She could see red blood everywhere, as she stared at her brownish hands, which were covered in blood as she tried to stop the bleeding. It was then that she saw him: a man with a cloak over his head. She could see some of his light pink hair. He stepped in front of her in a defense posture. With a deep voice, he declared, "don't worry, missy. I'll save you." He cast a powerful spell that ripped the beast in two with one strike. As she started to fade, he put his arm around her. She didn't try to resist. "Let me help you. I know you need it," he said. She responded positively. She was a bit out of it, after losing more of her blood. If this was a different circumstance, and she knew who he was, she wouldn't have accepted his help. She said, as she faded into unconscious, "okay, mister. You can help me. Just bring me somewhere safe. I trust you with my life." Little did she know at the time, but her words to him would be her undoing.

Sometime later, she woke up and found herself lying on a bed. Her tattered clothes were sitting on the bedside table. Someone had changed her into a stunning white nightgown. She had bandages across her chest and back, covering her wounds. She was no longer bleeding. She was glad for that. Her nightgown looked as frilly as the ones she usually wore in the daytime and has a similar style. As she looked around, she saw something that completely horrified her, a certain man entering the room. It was none other than Mandrake, a cruel man that a devious catgirl had stabbed back at the academy. "What are you doing here?" she asked, with a tone of concern in her voice. She was not aware that he had been tracking her movements. He had, using his magic, subtly influenced her to go to the woods. The original plan was not to save her from a beast, but kidnap her from the woods. He never much liked following orders, so he did it his own way instead. That had already proved much more fruitful than he has ever thought possible. He shook his head.

"If you must know, you black elf archer, I saved you from the Manticore. The most you can do is thank me." He grinned in his typical way, making her whole body shiver. He shook his finger. "You said that you trusted me with your life," he reminded her. She didn't like this situation at all. She shouted back and defended herself. "I wouldn't have said that if I knew it was you!" He shook his head. She still didn't get it. "I could have left you there to die, but I didn't. I saved you. Don't be ungrateful now. After all, I put on your bandages and changed you into this beautiful gown, which is perfect for a black beauty as yourself." She was even more disgusted. Had he done something to her? Was he deceiving her somehow? She knew full well that he was skilled at intimidation, as a shapeshifter, and in combat. She wanted to back away. She wanted to escape. She wouldn't have that chance. 

He used his knife to slice through her clothes, leaving her body exposed except for the bandages on her chest and her back. She used her arms to push him back. He was strong. Her body was sore and she was still recovering from her injuries. She was no longer bleeding, but she did not have the strength that she usually did. He quickly pulled off the bandages on her chest, shocking her at how fast he was moving. "I may be a bastard but there's one thing you'll be when I'm through with you: an elf slut that will only be for me...and you'll like it." He used his hands to twist her tits, both at the same time, making her yelp. He proceeded to trace his hands over the cuts on her chest, making her cry out. He wouldn't relent in getting what he wanted, what he felt like he deserved. He would be so forceful that she couldn't push it away, so forceful she would her enjoy what he was doing.

This was only the beginning. He slapped her breasts with all his might, making her feel a new sensation, mixed with pain. The area between her legs started to get wet. She couldn't believe herself. Were his actions turning her on? That couldn't be right. How could that be the case with someone who was so awful and murderous, someone who killed people without a second thought? "You will be mine. You won't be able to resist me. I guarantee it." She wanted to say this wasn't true, until he shoved his fingers inside of her. He was being incredibly brutal but something about him drew her in. She didn't roll her eyes, nor did she stop him. Without a doubt, he was smug, but she had come to, as weird as it was, appreciate him on some level. She didn't want to admit that, though.

She began to moan, surprising herself. Was she really enjoying this? Her body was telling her that she was. Thee was no doubt about that. This only encouraged him to be more forceful. Lording over her, he declared, "You are a brown-skinned elf bitch, but I'll make sure that you are satisfied, more than your wildest dreams. You will learn what it means to be grateful to your savior." He wouldn't fail in this mission. He had been paid handsomely for this, after the Triumverate had exiled him to this town. He now had the chance to make her someone who was weak, docile, and compliant, someone who listened only to him. He did not care how she was feeling. He only wanted to make sure that she would follow what he had wanted, so she would no longer be hostile. He wanted to take the fire out of her.

"You've had your fun, now you can be done, if only..." Thyme was cut off when his pace of the fingers from his right hand, inside her special place, increased even more. To show her that he was in charge, with his left hand he removed her bandages from her back, with gouges even deeper than those on her chest, from the spiky tail of the Manticore. He moved his hand across them smoothly, then grated his fingernails across then, causing her to yowl. She knew he was a despicable man who had caused so much destruction. So... why did this feel so good? She wracked her mind. Without fully knowing it, how she had thought of him had changed. No longer was he the one who caused massive havoc. Instead, he was the one who fulfilled her deep desires. She was starting to accept that.

At that very moment, as she was about to release, he pulled back his hands. She was at a sexual high and he had denied her that. She couldn't hold it in so much longer. "If you say you are grateful to me for saving you from certain death, I'll let you cum. Otherwise, I won't. It's only fair, my sweet." She hated the way he said that. She pleaded with him. "Please! I'll do anything. Just let me...please!" she said, as she was unsure why she had spoken these words and they ha came out of her mouth. He smacked her chest with all his strength, causing her to yelp with pain again. Welts were beginning to form. She could see his sadistic smile. He would keep doing this if she didn't stop him. She realized she had to say something. "Okay! I'm thankful you saved me. I was a goner unless you were there. Now can I please release?" He nodded.

She did so, with her cum spurting out from between her legs in a crescendo, not only onto the bedspread, but onto Mandrake's clothes. He snickered. He had played her like a fiddle. It was all going according to plan. He made another demand of her, since she has agreed to do "anything," knowing that he would get what he wanted in the end. "You need to clean up your mess. It is only right to do so for the Man who rescued you. It is the least you can do, you black elf bitch." She followed what he said to the letter, licking up the sweet love juices on his clothing. As she slowly got up, her ass was now exposed. He saw this opening and smirked, confident he had yet another way to coax her compliance and make her to accept him as her one-and-only, as he continued to break her down.

With all the force in his body, he smacked her ass, and hard. She couldn't complain, as it felt so pleasurable in a certain way. Maybe she liked this kind of thing. She didn't know. Only seconds later he dropped his pants, revealing his massive erect cock, right in front of her face. He came even closer, placing it inches away from her. "You will only show that you are truly grateful if you suck on this, putting it all in your mouth." He thrust it into her mouth without warning. She did what he demanded, without any question. At this point, it wasn't that she had fallen under his spell. Rather, she wanted to return the favor for what he did for her and make him feel the same way she had felt. He told her to do more, pushing his manliness even deeper in. It was completely filling her mouth now. 

She sucked even faster. As she did so, he played with her chest, slapping around her breasts, and then biting her ears. They were a sensitive place. She wanted to moan, but she could not. He didn't know this would be so easy. He now felt vindicated in his belief that if he was forceful, then he could get what he wanted. Of course, certain circumstances had led to this, more than just his own action. His sweet love juices soon filled her mouth. He declared, "swallow it all. You are the only one who deserves my seed." As she did so, she couldn't think of the ramifications of having part of him now inside of her. Mandrake had won once more. He was proud of himself for doing so. There was nothing she could do now. He didn't tell her at the time, but this was all part of the plan, which had been expertly plotted out.

As he pulled out his still erect instrument of desire, he moved his hand up and down, spraying his load onto her face. He laughed wildly. "Only a woman who is mine would get this from their Man. You are the only one for me and you will never be for anyone else. You are now my black elf slut, Miss Thyme." She couldn't agree more, as she had come to realize that perhaps he was right. Any conceptions she had about him before faded away into nothing.  Surely, he could go on a killing rampage without a second thought. Surely, he would burn down buildings, causing countless people to die. None of that mattered to her now. He didn't have to redeem himself in her eyes. Instead, all he needed was to be there for her, even as he smiled like a Cheshire cat, hiding the reality from her prying eyes.

"And you are the one for me, Mandrake. I never knew why I didn't see this before," she found herself saying. He thought now was the time to pop the question. There was no better time to do it. "Will you be with me forever, no matter what as my black elf slut?" She thought it over for a second. Did she really want to make such a big lifetime commitment? She couldn't wait for an experience like this again, but being with Mandrake of all people? Was that right? Would she be somehow corrupted, morally, by doing so? Or has she already crossed the line? He glared at her, impatiently waiting for a response. He threatened her, telling her what would happen if he got what he saw as the wrong answer. "If you don't answer me, I'll stick my fingers in your pussy so deep, you'll be bleeding from now until the day after."

She had enjoyed what he had done, despite how forceful he had been. But she was tired from all of it now. She could not let it go on. She had to answer him. If Rose and Sage had done it, how would it be any different with her? She could have a nice life, a life free of worry. And he was capable enough to protect her, especially when she was this injured. Two of her friends had their own male partners. Perhaps he was heartless and evil. Perhaps he was cruel. "I will, a thousand times yes!" she exclaimed, happily. If she had been fully in her right mind, she might have punched him in the face and told him to piss off. However, that did not happen. A series of sexual advances by him had ultimately delivered a devastating blow, making her crumble, destroying any internal guardrails which protected her.

He grinned. He reached in his pocket and placed a golden ring on her finger. She was now his. He grabbed her and smooched her with all his might, using his tongue to put her into another daze. He chuckled. "I'll make you happy, future Miss Mandrake. Now we just have to plan the wedding and tell your friends, you amazing black beauty." She shrugged. Since two her friends had found husbands in the town, they would certainly be accepting. When it came to Parsley, she knew her friend would be angry that she had hitched it up with him. Parsley might never forgive her for it either. She had her own life to live. She couldn't let her friends dictate that for her. He could certainly shout at her if he wanted and she could yell back. She did not want to do that, especially not now.

Mandrake came close, while holding her hand tightly. It was almost that he knew what she was thinking. "Don't worry about your blond-haired friend...I'm sure she will find peace in this town too...perhaps even a Man...That's what this town does for people." Thyme realized he was right. Thanks to what he had done that day, no man would dare steal try to steal her away. She was his and would see him as her savior. Although she did not know the dark truth behind the town and that the people that Aster, Cal, and Mandrake were serving, she did feel, thanks to what he had done for him, that he would care for her, especially when she was still injured. If it involved him being a little rough, or even a little unsafe, she was okay with that, as messed up as that was, like a good girl. 

She could not predict, nor could Rose or Sage, what Parsley would go through next in the town of Dreamville, and how their lives would be changed the longer they stayed there. Their autonomy was turning into submission, their freedom premised on being tied to a man, so much that they depended on their partners. What their newfound partners had done would change their physiology in ways they could not even comprehend, nor could they realize the messaging that bombarded their heads on a daily basis, which was reinforced by how everyone acted within the town. They had all been influenced, apart from Parsley for the most part, into becoming compliant women who would bow to their Men, making them come to the realization that there was no point in ever leaving Dreamville, no matter what...