My panties?

Karina

The last week with Klaus was very busy. We went to too many places, we ate in luxurious restaurants that I didn't even imagine existed and I had to go to strange parties, full of other Persians, and stand next to him while being stared at.
I learned a little more about Persian culture, including that they have an ancient language and that they have existed for much longer than everyone thinks. In the past, the Persians lived with humans, but after being hunted by the church like demons, they preferred to remain secluded on their original island, near Italy, and only returned about sixty years ago, completely forgotten by us and able to lie about their race to Don't scare us.
There is no connection between the Persians and the devil or anything like that, they are just a different species that humans in the past demonized and created legends about.
However, even though I got to know Klaus a little better and I was forced to stay on his lap several times feeling that something “strange” was poking me, in the physical field nothing happened. And I really don't know why.
He wants to do everything for me, buy me the world, tell me what he wants me to wear, feed me, but he never went beyond that. He never kissed or bit me again. I'm just a doll to him.
— Give me your panties — he suddenly asks, disturbing my thoughts.
I stop looking out the window of the tallest car I've ever been in, probably because that way the persanes fits without problems with its horns, and I look at it.
— My panties? — I arch an eyebrow. — But I'm using one of the special ones that covers my smell, like you told me to always do.
— I know, but I need you not to wear one tonight — he says.
simply, without giving me any explanation.
—This isn't some kind of crazy sex game of yours, is it? — I ask, wringing my fingers anxiously as we head to the big party that forced me to wear a red dress.
Klaus is the most beautiful, sensual and bossy being I have met in my entire life. His every movement exudes power and when those eyes of his slide down my body, it's almost like being caressed inside and out. And all of this has been intoxicating me in strange ways, making me sleep less and less and making me more restless. I can't even think straight when I'm next to him.
— Just take off your panties, sweetie, or I'll take them off you with my mouth — he murmurs ironically, which makes me swallow hard.
He's not one to bluff and every time I doubted he was going to do what he promised, I ended up pretty screwed.
— I-I'm going to take it off, just don't look while I do it — I babble, wanting to hide the wave of heat that generates me.
— I've already seen all of you... — he comments and that makes me suddenly
sad.
If you say you've seen me all over and you almost always have your hands on me, however, why did we only do something really sexual when it was extremely necessary because of the wine?
—Close your eyes or I won't take it off. — I cross my arms in front of my chest.
—Sometimes I think it's funny how you have the false impression that you have some kind of control — he says that, but then closes his eyes.
I struggle to take off my small panties, chosen especially to wear with this dress.
— Do you want me to throw it away? — I ask when he finishes and he comes back to me
to look.
— No... — He licks his lower lip and looks at the panties I wore for less of an hour. — I'll keep it.
I bite my lower lip and am very reluctant to give him the still warm piece of cloth, but the unfortunate man doesn't give up and keeps the lingerie in a pocket inside his jacket. A crazy side of me keeps waiting for him to smell her or something, which doesn't happen.
What's my problem? It's great that this guy isn't harassing me and acting like an animal!
— You didn't say it was dangerous for me to be without these panties Special? He even yelled at poor Nora on the first day because she didn't warn me.
Now that I think about it, this is really strange. Everywhere I've been with Klaus, every time we've left the house, he's asked about the damn lingerie. Why are you doing things like this today?
— That's why you'll always be by my side — he says, in his tone more seductive as the car finally stops. — By my side you are always protected.
I could complain, but the panties are there to keep me from being smelled if I get excited, and that's the last thing I want to do next to the guy who displays me like an object.
That's what I need to focus on, that all of this is just the whims of a man who doesn't make any sense and who tries to buy everything he sees.


***

Okay, I take back everything I said about the places we've been to being luxurious. This room almost looks like a palace, as it is gigantic, very bright, full of real flower arrangements. It even has a red carpet and very high ceilings.
The level of people walking around here is surreal, each one wearing dresses and suits that I'm absolutely sure are from those brands that charge a lot of money even for a pair of socks. It looks like some kind of movie awards show, there's a stage with a band playing a song I can't understand and I start to feel grateful that I'm wearing diamonds in my ears and on my neck.
Out of every three or four people, one is clearly a lounge employee serving food and drinks and asking if anyone needs anything. It's a surreal world, with the bejeweled women I saw on TV and the super tall, tattooed men walking freely back and forth.
There are even some humans around here, but we are a minority.
— Is that the mayor of Red Town? — I whisper to Klaus, who holds my arm as if I could run away at any second.
— Yes, he is an old acquaintance of the Dark Elves.
Klaus is much less surprised by the place than I am, which makes sense, but he seems tense to me. His back is even straighter than usual and his tail is wrapped tightly around my leg.
— I understand... — I mutter in amazement and realize that the people who passing us are not only extremely rich, but they are all looking askance at Klaus and whispering.
If even I can hear a little of what they are saying, he certainly can too and that is very strange.
“Look who came, I thought he didn't even come to family events anymore” a woman of about forty says and rolls her eyes indifferently as she walks away next to a man.
I don't even have time to assimilate her horns, tail and audacity, because after that a Persian woman, who looks like a teenager to me, also whispers to another girl next to her “My God in heaven, he's so beautiful! But my mother would kill me if I came close.” Why are they talking about him like that? I don't understand.
— That's our table. — Klaus points out, ignoring the whispers and taking it away almost by force, because my legs were not yet ready to move so abruptly.
And I thought I would be looked at today because of this too tight outfit...
— Why were they talking about you? — I ask and look for yours greenish look, but he remains silent and I wait to get to that table so I can ask again in a more intimate way, however, I don't get the chance to understand what is happening.
— Hi, Karina! — The tall, blond Persian gets up from his chair right away and I I swear his cheeks got pinker. Mine must have been a little too, because the last time we saw each other Klaus was almost eating me in the middle of a family dinner. - Do you still remember me?
Filipi is very well dressed, just like everyone else, and it's a bit strange for me to assimilate his jovial personality and lively manner, with his body equally strong as Klaus'.
— Of course she remembers you — he mumbles, without looking at his cousin.
younger and with big blue eyes that never let go of me. He even makes me embarrassed.
— I-I remember yes, we met at that dinner — I reply to
Don't let him get excited on his own. I know how strange it is when only you are nice.
Ah, that's good! I hope you are having fun…
Where is your father? — Klaus asks, cutting the blonde's sentence short.
middle, which is obviously uncomfortable. — He went to talk to the mayor.
— Okay, I'll look for him then. — Suddenly Klaus drops mine arm and my thigh, which leaves me dizzy and with a cold that runs down my spine.Didn't he say he would be by my side the whole time?—Karina will stay here with you and try not to drool, okay? — Her eyes don't even meet mine when she says this, he's looking at his cousin.
Where are you going? — I ask, but it’s in vain. Klaus is too strange.
All good! — Filipi nods and pulls out a chair for me.
at the large round table at which he is seated, and which has several empty seats. Meanwhile, Klaus walks away, which leaves me tense and unsure if I should run up to him and ask again. - Are you liking the party?
— I-I think so… — I stutter, trying to identify Klaus in the sea of tails and horns that still scare me a lot and swallow it easily.
— You can sit here, he'll be right back. — Filipi pats one twice chair, which catches my attention.
The blonde is much nicer than Klaus, right? So I better sit my ass down in this chair and be grateful that I'm not being touched all the time anymore.
— Thank you — I thank you and make myself better on the wide seat, which has a hole at the end for anyone with a tail to put it there.
The problem is that trying to convince myself that this is better than being next to the guy who is always bossing me around isn't working and I start to get more and more restless.
— In a little while they should serve a juice that you will definitely enjoy.
to like. It's very sweet and since you're human...
— Can you tell me why everyone stares at Klaus everywhere?
he pass? — I question, because people's reactions were really strange and I think this blonde would be the only one who would answer me without trying to kill me. — I don't want to sound rude or anything, but it was really weird.
— It's okay, it didn't seem rude. — He shrugs, good-naturedly.
— Klaus is the eldest son in the family and should have the right to everything, he should be in the presidency and be the most important person, but he can't stand being around people who will always be criticizing him and stays away — Filipi approaches and speaks very quietly, and as there are many sounds around, I don't think anyone will understand us.
— But why do people talk about him? — I whisper and think that if Klaus saw me so close to his cousin, he would definitely be pissed and I don't even know why, since he doesn't seem very interested in keeping me as anything other than his pet human.
— Persian tattoos are a very important thing, but Klaus
He didn't develop any, he just has scars, and that makes him strange and weak in front of others — he explains and that doesn't make any sense to me.
I've seen him naked and he didn't have any scars, and he does have a tattoo, the one on his chest in the shape of a wolf. However, other than that… he really has nothing left, while the Persians around me here are full of black traces on their skin, like vines or pretty circles.
—What scars are you talking about? — I ask and that leaves Filipi uncomfortable, I notice how your ass shakes harder.
— You know those black spots on his hands? Up to half of forearm? These are scars from the torture he suffered. We get like that when we're burned, and he was burned a lot, as I remember. I don't know how he still has hands nowadays...
I widen my eyes and am shocked by his response. Klaus' palms don't have a different texture so I would never expect that. To me, it was just something like him.
— Torture? — I feel a very strong pain in my chest and I curl up tighter. big chair while Filipi finishes explaining.
When Klaus was still a child, he and his cousin Dante were kidnapped. Dante returned home the same day, but Klaus stayed with the bandits for days and days, being tortured in many different ways. No one ever knew why or by whom, but when the boy was finally released, he was broken inside and out. Soon after, he also lost his parents to a mysterious accident and this left him very reclusive and suspicious.
During their lifetime, the Persians develop the tattoos that everyone around here displays, but not Klaus. In addition to never having had a heat when he turned thirty, even using heat handlers, which is normal for his species.
Persanes told me a few times that he wasn't in heat, but I don't know why I never realized it could mean something big.
— Without heat, females may even be very interested in him, as he is rich and beautiful, but he will never be considered as a true Dark Elf leader or partner, as he cannot produce offspring.
Watching Klaus closely, I wouldn't say he looks like someone with any trauma. But maybe I just didn't look properly. Maybe he's hiding a lot more than I realize.
- This is horrible! — I cover my mouth in fright.
I imagine a little Klaus Dark Elf coming home all burned and bruised, and still having to discover that he's an orphan, and that really breaks my heart.
— It's surprising that he's treating you like a partner these days, because Klaus never stayed with the same woman for a long time, which makes his bad reputation grow and accompany him along with these rumors about there being something wrong with him due to his lack of tattoos and heat.
Filipi's words are like a slap in my face, more specifically “It's surprising that he's treating you like a partner these days”.
—Treating me like a partner? — whisper.
— You have his scent all over you, his ass is always there too.
on your leg and... he's been taking you everywhere, at least that's what they say. Everyone has been talking about this, Karina. — Filipi gives an embarrassed smile and sits up straight again in his chair, since what he's telling me shouldn't be a secret. — You're his and it doesn't seem so temporary, especially if Klaus is marking you and... licking his blood.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat talking about this topic.
— If he's doing this, what does it really mean? — I'm done
taking Filipi by the hand that is on the table, because he looks like he is about to walk away from so much embarrassment.
— Look, I think you'd better speak directly... — He starts to say, but it's too late.
interrupted by a voice that makes me almost jump out of my chair with fright.
— Hello, my dear nephew! — exclaims the woman I recognize from dinner I went to with Klaus' family. This is Dante's mother, the guy I
never met, and his father is by her side. — And hello… little human thing. — He makes a face of disgust.
Shit! Why did they have to appear right now?!