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

Parsley had found a blacksmith shop, where she exchanged information about techniques. She met, for the first time, a woman within the town who wasn't married. She had been under the impression that everyone was hitched there. That was not true. As she came back to the inn, she saw jubilation, just like before. She knew this couldn't be good. She put her eyes on a man with pink hair and recognized him immediately: "Mandrake? What in the world are you doing here?" He chuckled heartily. He turned to her, then grinned, pulling her red-haired friend closer, with a blush covering her face, making it a lighter brown than usual. He held out her hand. "She agreed to marry me." Parsley didn't know what to say. This was too much. Why would she ever agree to that? Didn't she know about him?

Thyme cleared her throat. "I know he isn't great, I know he can be...uh...a bit murderous...but he saved me when I was attacked by a Manticore yesterday...I was nearly a goner...I never would have survived if it wasn't for him." She was skeptical of her friend's claim, but she didn't want to say that openly. What could she do? Just being around that man made her uneasy. How could Thyme stand it? What had he done to her? Had they been in bed together? Mandrake laughed again. "Well well well, she is such a beauty. I couldn't be without her. She was hurt badly and I only helped her, then she agreed to help me, to show how thankful she was for what I did." He paused. "That isn't something I'd do for just anyone." She almost rolled her eyes but resisted doing so. Instead, she shrugged.

In contrast, Rose and Sage were much more enthusiastic. She wasn't sure exactly why. She had a theory that once someone gets with a Man in Dreamville, it changes them, somehow. She didn't know exactly how. She grumbled as they all had a good time together. All of this made her utterly miserable. She wanted to escape, so she could warn anyone else to never come there. She almost started to think that her friends were a lost cause. Maybe Mandrake wasn't as cruel as she thought. Maybe she had misjudged Aster and Cal too. She couldn't make sense of it all. Why them? What about the mission to find Rose's mom, Lavender? Did no one care about that now? She had no idea, but she wanted to investigate further and see what in the world was going on. 

As the night went on, Thyme retired to her room with Mandrake, while Rose and Sage remained out there with Parsley. They were worried about how she was acting. "Are you okay? Is there anything we can do?" Sage asked. Parsley was unsure what to say. What could she even tell them? Could she fully trust them anymore? What if they reported her suspicions to their husbands? What would happen to her, then? She tried to keep it focused on Mandrake and Thyme instead. "I don't get how she can be with him. He is literally gleeful about murder and likes hurting people. He has done so much wrong." Rose piped up. There was little she could say. She still wanted to reassure her friend. "She is happy now. Just like how Aster is with me, it seems he has an ounce of goodness within him."

Parsley wasn't convinced. Mandrake was the most forceful person they all know, much more than Aster, and definitely more than Cal would ever be. They both were bad, but Mandrake would probably engage in human experiments for fun. He seemed like a person who would delight in people screaming their heads off. This made her worried for Thyme, such a gentle, yet emotional soul, making her concerned that she could be somehow hurt. She didn't want her friend wrapped around that man's finger, in a town where his word would likely be believed rather than hers. She wouldn't let it happen. Sage wanted to make sure she'd be fine. "Don't worry, we'll keep a close watch on her and intervene if he does anything bad." That made her feel a bit better, but would they be able to that, or would they be stuck with their own beloveds?

Scratching her head, Sage whispered in Parsley's ear. "I know you had some doubts about this town. Why don't you walk around yourself and take a good long look at everything before passing final judgment on it?" While she wondered where Sage had heard that she had doubts, she assumed that Thyme had told her. In reality, she had not. Instead, Mandrake had easily gotten the information out of Thyme, after their intense session together, when she confided in him. He then shared it with Sage prior to Parsley's return. Thanks to a series of informants put in place by those he worked for, he knew exactly where she was in the town at any specific time. He didn't need to use magic. Rather, he was using tried and true methods of manipulation. If his clients got what they wanted, that benefited him too.

She didn't stomp off in anger or groan. She kept on her adventurers' outfit and carried her hammer. It was for her, a symbol of power, and beauty itself. As Sage and Rose said goodbye to her, they returned to their respective rooms, where their husbands-to-be were impatiently waiting. For Rose, when she entered the room, she bounded over to him. "I've missed you, my sweet." She wasn't a trained puppy, and she didn't need to be in physical shackles. But he probably still needed to train her more, to make sure she'd never leave him. "I did too. Can you kiss me? That's what a wife should do for her Man." She happily did so and he returned the favor with a deep kiss, which put her into a daze of sorts. It made her delighted. He reached under her dress and inserted his finger inside her special place.

She moaned loudly as he increased the pace. Her love juices came out and coated his finger. He held it up to her. "What a wonderful display of loyalty to me. I can't believe you decided to stay," almost implying she had the option to leave, which she really didn't. After nodding, she hugged him and nearly cried. He hugged her back. Surely there were more pressing matters, but neither one cared about that. They were not alone in getting this close. Sage and Cal were doing the same in the next room over. In their case, Sage was pleasuring her man by rapidly moving her hand up and down on his manliness. He was moaning just like her. At the same time, this closeness had distracted them from the secret plan they were a part of, or their reason for being in the town in the first place.

As for Mandrake, he treated Thyme as harshly as before, which she appeared to enjoy for some reason. He didn't mutter or sigh. Instead, he aimed to dominate her. She couldn't see past how he had treated her earlier that day and felt thankful to be alive. He leaned into that feeling. He had succeeded in capturing her heart and in smashing apart everything she had accomplished by making her part of him in more ways than one. He was pushing the idea onto her that she was nothing without him. She had no idea what was in store for her going forward, but she was gleeful to be on the ride. She wasn't bound in a physical way, but mentally she had been bound together with him. Parsley hoped that this wouldn't happen to her. She wanted to convince them to leave the town. Time would tell if she would succeed or not.

Parsley made her way around town, still wearing her adventuring outfit. She had changed out of the clothes she wore when cleaning the inn. She saw women giving men teasing winks, after they praised their cooking, causing them to blush. She shook her head. She wasn't sure why women in town were acting like that. She could never imagine blushing like a schoolgirl when she thought about a man, nor her heart fluttering in that way. She wouldn't be melting into a girlish pile of delight. Surely, she had put on a dress to cook. She had even, sometimes, begun smiling like Linda. That was easy. That was just mimicry. She'd never say that everything was right with the world, or that there was a sense of contentment, with a soft smile. That wouldn't be her. She didn't need to be a "respectable" Dreamville woman, nor did she need to be with a "respectable" Dreamville man.

As she looked around, her eyes caught a glimpse of someone. He was standing in front of the blacksmith shop she had visited earlier that day, which was run by an unmarried woman. She could tell that he was checking her out. As she smiled at her, she almost felt her stomach start to flutter. What in the world was going on with her? "Hi, I'm Saul. What's your name, little missy?" She was tripping over her words in an attempt to respond, even biting her tongue "I-t's Parsley." He grinned back at her. "What a lovely name. I've never heard a name so beautiful in my entire life." His genuine nature made her blush. She couldn't stop herself. He laughed and put his hand on her shoulder, unnerving her even more. Her instincts overruled her caution to stay away. Her instincts were telling her to follow this Man and not let him go. "Do y-y-y-you want to go to the park? I'd love to talk to you more." What was she saying? What did she say that? 

He stared into her sparkling eyes. "Alright, I'm down." She found herself traveling with him. They happily chattered about one of her favorite topics: working in a forge with different kinds of hammers. She had never expected to find someone with the same interest as her. She shared the story of how her teacher had given her a quest to use a tiny hammer at the academy. She would love to talk with him more. Her eyes were drawn to him, not just because of his demeanor, but the fact that his blond hair reached to his shoulders, his hazel eyes, and his big muscles. He wore dark jeans, blue overalls, and workman's boots. He carried a rucksack in his hand, and had a hammer slung across his back. She knew that going alone with a Man like him, someone she had just met wasn't really that safe. Even so, she was skilled enough she could push him back. Why not be with someone this handsome?

His hands looked so powerful but also so soft. She started to wonder if his grasp would be as gentle if he put his arms around her... she stopped herself. Why was she thinking these things? She pushed them out of her mind. Before they sat on one of the park benches, he cleaned it off for her, like a proper gentleman, with a handkerchief he had in his pocket just for this occasion. "Thank you, Mister Saul." He nodded. As he reached in his sack, he pulled out a sandwich. He offered some of it to her. She saw no harm in sharing some food that he gave her. She could trust him, right? As she bit down on the food, she started to feel dizzy. Something was in this food.

"I'm not feeling so good," Parsley admitted. The man looked genuinely worried about her. He was apologetic about his food. He promised to bring her to a clinic where she could have some medicine. She agreed to follow him. She liked that he wasn't carrying her, or anything like that, since certain parts of her body were extra sensitive. If his strong hands touched her, she wasn't sure what she'd do. Maybe she'd even moan shamefully or would be disappointed when he stopped touching her. Despite those worries, she was fine with him putting his hand around her shoulder as he guided her forward. She didn't mind. Why not let a handsome Man help her out? She let him lead the way.

When she woke up, she heard an amazing voice singing a tune. It wasn't shaky. There was no stuttering. It was confident. It came from a man who she pegged as amiable and mellow since he had a sense of humor. In this way, he was different from Slime Boy. He wasn't pale or thin either, nor was his hair short and light pink like Chicory, with green eyes. Saul reminded her of Rose's father, Fennel, due to his large beard, mustache, and muscular build. He was certainly older and more assertive than any of them. He walked into the room gracefully, then pulled up a chair beside the bed. "Miss Parsley, how are you doing?" She was glad for his concern. She needed to get back to her friends. She couldn't stay there forever. Could she really believe in the kindness of strangers? Or was that a foolish belief? "I'm much better now," she said. He nodded. He suggested that she take a shower, saying she'd feel even better afterward.

She agreed. As she left her clothes behind, near the bed, she didn't anything of it. She could trust him, right? As she stood up in the shower, with the water landing on her head, she thought about everything that day. She would get dressed after this, return to the inn, then she'd convince her friends to leave the town. That would be that. She wouldn't see this man ever again. Sometimes people are left behind. That's just how it is.

As she walked back into the room, with her towel around her body, she looked for her clothes. They weren't there! Why had they been moved? She couldn't go around like this. It wasn't decent. It's not how a lady behaved. She shouted loudly. "Mister Saul, where'd you put my clothes?" He paused for a second. "I put it in a bucket to wash it. A woman shouldn't wear dirty clothes." That seemed right, but she didn't like the way he used the word 'woman'. She brushed it off. He couldn't be like her father Sorrel, right? He wasn't someone who wanted her to return home and take care of children and teach them better behavior, right? It didn't seem he was violent like Hawthorne, Snapdragon's brother, either.

"Okay. Do you have some clothes I can wear instead?" He walked in and opened his dresser, pulling out a frilly shirt and pants. He pointed to them. "You can wear these while I wash your adventuring clothes." She nodded. As she laid down on the bed, leaving the towel around her body, he suggested to her that she wait until she was fully dry before putting on any other clothes. That made sense to her. Nothing appeared to be off from how he was acting. 

He came close to her and lied next to her on the bed, facing her, which seemed a bit odd. He was staring right at her, making her incredibly nervous. What was he doing? He said in a soft voice, "I can make you feel better, so you can recover faster from getting sick today. Are you okay with that?" Her eyes locked with his. There was no way he was thinking about doing anything weird, right? That wouldn't make sense. "Sure." In the same voice as before, he had another request. He said it so sweetly that there didn't seem to be any malice from him. "Can you close your eyes? I want it to be a surprise." She nodded. As she did so, he quickly moved into position. The time had come. 

She felt a certain sensation on her body, between her legs and within her chest. It had a natural feel to it, like it was done so lovingly, almost feeling the equivalent to someone patting her on the head. He cooed her. "You can open your eyes now." When she noticed something immediately after she did so. The towel was gone. She was stark naked. She looked at him angrily. "Did you take the towel away?" He shook his head. She felt he was telling the truth. "It just fell off...I..." he said as he trailed off. Staring at the man who was so close, her feelings became clear. She was in love with Saul. Why not have him be the one who took her virginity away? "I believe you...but I want you to do one thing for me." She gritted her teeth, then continued. "I want you to rail me and rail me hard. There's no one I would rather do it with." That was true. He looked at her inquisitively. "Are you sure?" Parsley nodded.

He forcefully shoved his finger in-between her legs. She moaned loudly, with the sound bouncing off the walls. She couldn't believe she was doing it with him. It felt so earth-shattering. The sensations were so strong that she quickly climaxed, and her sweet love juices came out. The next time wouldn't be so simple. He began massaging her breasts with one hand, with the other in her special place. It seemed she would feel the same way as before, that she would be satisfied by him. That isn't what happened. Not at all. His actions were all about control and making her submit, while making her realize who she was beholden to. He would control her pleasure and her arousal. She tried to cover her mouth to silence loud sounds, but she failed miserably. His name was on her lips, but she resisted saying it, at least for now. She still had some willpower. She wouldn't give in, not like this. That wasn't her style.

"Oh, Parsley, you are a bad girl...I won't let you orgasm unless you agree to be with me. You haven't earned it. Not yet. But, you will. You have to follow what your Man says. That's what a good girl does." The absence of pleasure and release made her totally lose it. She could see that he was the one in charge. She became even more horny, even more needy, wanting more and more from him. There would be muscular contractions but no emotional or physical release. She felt so vulnerable and so frustrated. "I want to be with you! I will be a good girl! Give it to me Saul!" He only moved his head up and down. Taking that cue, she released and sprayed her juices all over him. This wasn't enough from him. He used his hands to touch her chest again, this time much more rapidly, causing her moaning to take over her voice. She couldn't think of anything else. She had reached a point of no return.

It was so intense that she couldn't hold it anymore. She released once more, with a milky substance coming from her tits, and some from her special place. She may have even been in the mood for playing a little bondage, anal sex, pegging, or fur-lined handcuffs. No matter what, she felt secure, happy, and glad to be there. Her breathing became heavier. He whispered in her ear. "Do you want to try something else?" She nodded. He wouldn't be piercing, sewing, cutting, or using any heavy clamps on her. He moved his body into the right position and he readied his mouth. He bit between her legs. She felt a mix of pain and pleasure, while his tongue sloppily explored around her tunnel of love, and his hands squeezed the outside, stimulating her in such a deep way. She couldn't believe that he was doing this to her. It felt so unreal and so intense at the same time. His mouth was soon stuffed with her cum.

He remarked, "your cum tastes so sweet, like the blonde beauty that you are," then swallowed his cum down his throat. This made him even hotter in her eyes, especially after moved his head between her legs once more, her body convulsing and pulsing from the waves of pleasure. Her eyes even rolled back in ecstasy and her back arched. She wanted him all to herself. The reason they had come to the town didn't matter to her anymore. What she cared about was what was going on in that moment. "Oh, Saul, keep doing it, ohhhhh!" she exclaimed, so loud that she was nearly wailing. "FUUUCK!" she said, she said, with all the power in her voice. 

It felt so good. She wasn't sure, but the longer he kept his mouth in the same place, she knew he was the Man for her. The pressure he was exerting made her enjoy her time with him, as her pussy was stretched open, making her feel sore. The other sensations overrode that, especially after he pulled his face back, formed his right hand into a fist, and shoved it inside her. She moaned so loudly and breathy that she couldn't stop herself. Her love juices exploded over his hand. She was nearly panting at the end of it. This was too much. Taking the hand up to her face, he declared, "Wow, you are quite a woman, Parsley. To do this for me, your Man, shows you must love me a whole lot."

She proceeded to smooch him on the lips so hard it took his breath away, while putting her hand near his private area. He was already turned on from what he had been doing to her, so when she pulled down his pants, while kissing him roughly and deeply. It was clear he was already so wet. She forcefully yanked on his cock, recklessly pulling his manliness toward her body, then aggressively pumping it up and down in a frenzied manner. He wanted to moan, but since he kept kissing her, the sound was muffled. It felt sensual in is own way. He loved what she was doing to him. He felt some of his cum dripping inside her special place. She grabbed it so strongly that had one final thrust. He emptied all he had inside of her. She was satisfied. He didn't know what it meant for her. Even so, he was enjoyed that she was happy, since he had the same feelings himself. Without a doubt, he was undeniably attracted to her and she to him.

He wasn't done, not yet. He had touched her breasts, her special place, kissed her, and all that, but there were a few places left. One of those was her ass. He flipped her over on her stomach and pushed her down. Before she knew it, he had shoved his instrument of control and compliance into her. She cried out. Spit came sputtering out of her mouth. She had not been expecting him to do this, so she was completely caught off guard. It was a new sensation. She didn't complain. Rather, she embraced the feeling. She found herself enjoying her Man doing this to her, treating her in this way. As sticky white liquid came out between her legs, he released her seed into her, causing his liquids of desire to be dripping from her. The sensation was totally overwhelming. She flipped back over and shoved her mouth onto his lover's rod, deep inside, causing yet another release. She wanted him to be inside her, desperately.

Swallowing his cum, she found herself relishing the sensation. To have not just any man, but the Man for her, do this, and to do this to him, made her happy beyond any measure. She did the same as he had done to her, shoving her fingers into his ass, causing him to release yet again, this time in what almost looked like a waterfall. It got all over her hair, her body, and everything. She didn't care. She kept going and going, until he put up his hands in a stop motion. It had been enough. He couldn't handle that anymore. While she was a bit disappointed, as she wanted to keep pleasuring him, she wanted to respect his wishes. So, she stopped. It remained to be seen if he would do the same for her. 

As they went back to normal, Parsley and Saul laid side by side on the bed together. They were tired from this much physical exertion. They couldn't do it anymore, at least not now. "So you wanna marry me?" Saul said. Parsley's breathing was returning to what it usually was. She uttered just the response he expected, "hell yeah. I wanna do this again." He grinned back. "Me too." They soon fell asleep, holding each other in their arms. Parsley was unaware that she had ensured that the final piece of the plan would succeed. Once it did, there would be no turning back, either for her, for Thyme, Rose, or Sage, especially after they would be tied to the town in a physical way (of sorts)...