Bryan Graves stood stock-still and stark-nude, his heart pounding in his throat as he stared in panicked silence at the four buxom rosy-pink beauties before him. Every breath came as if through thick, pink cotton candy, but he was forced to savor every gasp of air he could get.
He had just locked himself in here. He had thought he'd be safe. Even now, Vestere, Calliste, the Twins, the Blonde, and of course, the dreaded Adeline were just on the other side of the door, six gorgeous fleece sprites of the Deep Evergreen cooing and calling for him to be a
good boy
and open the door--no doubt so they could resume their torturous games with his captive, helplessly ticklish body.
The room he'd fled into, though, seemed little safer. It was decorated to be almost embarrassingly pink and girly, leaving in him no doubt that this was the bedroom of Adeline--"Princess", as someone had called her. Adeline was the most bratty, spoiled, entitled, sickeningly saccharinely sweetly drop-dead
gorgeous
bombshell of a bimbo he'd ever met, and she seemed utterly determined to bring him to his knees for her and make him say and do anything to please her.
At least these four pink-haired sprites seemed significantly less dangerous. They were shorter than the others, probably lesser sprites of some kind. Two of them had bright blue eyes, and two of them had bright sunset-red eyes like Adeline herself. All four wore elegant, delicate pink babydolls decorated with fuzzy pink fluff over the chests and lining the fringes. Just beneath the see-through fabric, he could see their frilly pink panties, as delicately ruffled as rose petals.
They certainly seemed less of a threat than those outside the room--these girls were just giggling and cooing, surprised and delighted at his entrance, and weren't making any moves to, say, tackle him to the floor and tickle his brains out.
His jaw clenched. He knew it was a bad idea to underestimate them, but at the same time, the idea that these four novices could be anywhere near a match for him was absurd. Bryan Graves was a trained mercenary, bounty hunter and assassin (his exact job description depended a little on the job, and who was paying, and how much was being paid). He had no doubt he could handle four mere girls.
Even unarmed.
Even completely unarmored.
And naked. And aroused. And still shivering slightly from the sensory assault he'd just escaped moments ago.
"Oh my
goshhh
," cooed one, bouncing excitedly in place, her fluffy-frilled babydoll swishing with every movement, "
hiiii
! What a cutie!"
"Oh my gosh, I
knowww
," gushed another. She stared up longingly at him, big eyes bright and eager. "Adeline never ever
ever
lets us play with, like, the
fun
ones!"
"Or the super handsome ones," bubbled the third, batting her eyelashes up at him and bouncing on her tiptoe in her fine blue slippers. Gods, even they seemed a bit overdressed to Bryan--though everyone was more dressed than him right now. "So what's your name?"
"I..." Bryan set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. "That's none of your business."
"My name's Melody," chirped the fourth, smirking. "Gosh, he's all secrety, isn't he?"
"My name's Aria," added the third one, giving him a flirty wink. "I guess he's, like, shy! That's even cuter!"
"My name's Harmony," said the second, still beaming up at him in adoration. "Don't worry, shy little cutie! We'll protect you from those mean girls out there."
"Oooh, yeah!" the first one beamed and bounced on her heels, her smile as big and vapid as her chest was big and bouncy in that see-through dress. "My name's, like, totally Candice." We're way nicer than them!"
"And way, like, prettier, too!" added Melody, her lips quirking toward a subtle smile.
"Except for Princess Adeline, of course," added Aria. She pouted. "But, like, the others?
Toootal
buttfaces."
"They never trust us to play with the new arrivals," sighed Harmony with a sad puppydog eyes up at Bryan. "Just the ones they've already, like, melted into obedient putty, you know?"
Bryan swallowed. Well, they certainly weren't going to melt him into... anything like that. Not if he could help it, and he could. He needed to find an exit, or a weapon, or some clothes. Ideally all three.
"Don't worry, cutie," Aria said, taking a bouncy step closer. "
We'll
keep you nice and safe in here."
Bryan took a half-step back. He didn't want to fully retreat just yet--the door was almost at his back, and that was the last place he needed to go closer to. He was a little less worried about handling these girls if they weren't even trusted to help brainwash new 'recruits'. Besides, he found he was noticing that thick cotton candy scent to the air less and less. It had probably been localized to the main chamber, or to Adeline, even. It was no longer bothering him nearly so much.
He looked around, hoping he'd spot some sort of hatch, or a back door, or anything. Surely there had to be multiple ways into the sprite den. Unfortunately, it was a little hard to quickly scan a room so cluttered with girly accouterments and bouncing, tittering bimbos.
Harmony bobbed a step closer. "Well, how about it, cutie?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes up at him. "Would you like our help?"
"Don't need your help," Bryan muttered, almost to himself. "I can... find a way out on my own."
"Aww, sure you can!" Harmony's eyes shone bright with radiant glee. "You're, like, a big, strong man, aren't you?"
"I'm a bounty hunter."
"Yeah, and we're just a bunch of cute girls. What do we know?"
"Yeah," agreed Melody, giggling, "I'm sure we don't know, like, about any escape hatches or anything like that."
Bryan gritted his teeth. They were just trying to get under his skin. He didn't need to listen to any of this nonsense.
"Gosh," Candice cooed, bouncing up from his right side, and he gave a start as he realized just how close she'd gotten, "so where are you gonna go?"
"Oh, yeah!" Aria's head bobbed as she slipped in from the left. Bryan tried to ignore the way her babydoll squeezed her jiggling tits. "Tell us your plan! I bet it's
suuuper
smart!"
Bryan rolled his eyes. "As if I'd--as if I'd tell all of you." He was getting flustered, despite his efforts. They were all just so... so pretty, and he was still horny. His cock was still hard, somehow, still dribbling a little from all the... all the torment it had received. Tickling and stroking and edging and...
And it didn't help that he couldn't for the life of him think of where to go next.
"Fine," he muttered, feeling his cheeks getting hot slightly. "You say you know a way out?"
"Ooh, maybe!" Melody batted her eyelashes up at him. She was... awfully close now. They all were, he noticed, taking a nervous breath in. "Would you, like, like our help?"
"I..." He swallowed. "Just tell me."
"Hm." Melody's nose wrinkled. "That didn't sound like a 'yes'."
Bryan glared at her. "Just tell me what I need to know, or--"
"Or what?" Aria said sweetly, pressing up towards him.
Bryan clenched his fists. These girls weren't any threat, but they weren't what he was worried about. The longer he wasted time here, the more likely the others would find a way inside--or to block off the escape hatch before he could use it. And he was unarmored, unarmed...
... to his angry embarrassment, he realized he didn't have an answer.
"Yes," he said under his breath.
"Ooh, what was that?" Candice's head tilted inquisitively.
"Yes," he growled. There was
no
way he was saying more than that--
