Exotic But Dangerous

-Conor-

Conor touched her right cheek gently as he spoke. She has some of the darkest dark circles under her eyes. She clearly does not get enough rest and is a bit gaunt. "She's small, Bart. She's about five foot three and light as a feather. She might weigh one hundred pounds soaking wet. I think that the Queen called her Corrine. It was something like that, and a lot of commotion was happening. I wasn't really paying attention to what was being said. I was just focused on her," Conor explained as he leaned down and looked her over closely.

He lifted her right hand and examined it. This hand is a bit more calloused and rough than her left hand. They must've had her scrubbing floors or doing hard labor, but unquestionably, she is right-handed.

“She really is cute. Do you think she would put up much of a fight?" I kind of hope she does. Just enough to make it fun!

"Considering her reaction to you earlier, you should probably wear armor around her until she calms down—if she calms down," Bart remarked, shaking his head at Conor.

"I could always chain her up until she settles down," Conor mused out loud. Chains. Linked to the bed! Oh yeah.

"Conor, don't be a disgusting pig. Let her heal up before you chain her up like a prisoner," Bart grumbled as he walked back into his office. Well, she's mine now. I can do whatever I want to with her.

"What should we put on her? We cut off all of her clothes to fix her injuries," Conor asked as his lust smacked him in the face. She's slightly curvy in all the right places. I just need to get her up to weight. She has perfect-sized breasts and hips. Oh, those hips! I can't wait to be between those thighs, holding onto her hips! Her violet hair is pretty dirty and has a weird odor. But I can see that it curls at the ends. I bet she just needs a good bath.

"There are some patient gowns in the bottom of the small cabinet, along with some light blankets," A woman's voice rang out from the office. "If you need something heavier, I'll have to go to another part of the ward."

"Thanks, Jo!" Conor replied, walking over and grabbing one of the gowns and then back to Karen. Here we go, fair maiden. I don't want you to get sick. He gently slipped the gown onto her and then pulled her up so he could tie the strings behind her neck while she groaned softly.

"It's your fault, you know. I told you not to put up a fight, but no! You wanted to be stubborn and almost die instead. I bet you're going to be a handful. Probably more than every other woman I have been with- Combined." He paused a moment as he looked down at her chest. "I wonder…" He looked over to the office and back down to her. He slowly ran from her cheek down to her right breast and gave a gentle squeeze. It's even better than just looking springy like I want! His lust for her was growing by the second. Mm. I got to do it again. He gave another gentle squeeze.

"Conor! Get your hands off of her!" Bart snapped as he looked out of the office right at him. Damn! He caught me! "Get out." He said, pointing at the door. Uh. No. Conor frowned and crossed his arms over his chest at Bart. "If you stay, keep your hands off of her. She is my patient, and right now, you're not allowed to harass her. Wait until she leaves my medical ward before you feel her up."

"But she's amazingly hot. She's exotic! Just look at her, Bart! Violet hair and violet eyes! Where have you ever seen that before?" Conor protested, looking back down at Karen. I just want a tiny taste of her. Just enough to get me by.

Bart was not impressed in the slightest. "As the doctor, hands off or step out. I'm not going to tell you again. Prince or not, this is my medical ward," Bart snapped, setting a clipboard on Karen's belly. Bart opened each eye and shined a light in one eye and then the other. He opened her mouth and checked her teeth and gums. She has all her teeth and felt them dig into my skin, Bart. Bart continued with a thorough exam on the front side. "Help me lift her. I want to check her backside." Don't mind if I do!

Conor carefully lifted her, running his hand across her back. Hm. What's that? "She has something on her back, Bart," he advised, pressing her limp body to his chest. So soft! I'm going to die from this! I just want to take her back to my room and have her.

Bart moved part of the gown out of the way and gasped in shock. "Whoa?" He looked over her back, and a horrified look took its place on his face. He shook his head at the sight. Uh? What's with the look, Bart?

"What?" Conor asked as he thought about the soft, semi-plushy woman pressed against him. I just want to wake her up and have her. This is making me hornier by the second.

"She's either really defiant or someone hates her- Joanne, come here, please, honey," Bart said, examining Karen's back.

"Yes, dear?" she asked politely. Joanne was about as tall as Karen but slightly taller and curvier than Karen. She had dark brown hair that was braided into a bun. Joanne had a heart-shaped face with bright green eyes and a small mole on her right cheek that almost blended into her light complexion. She was of average build and was dressed in a pink scrub dress, white knee highs, and pink dress flats. "Do you need me to fetch something?"

"Could you trade spots with Conor for a minute?" Bart asked quickly as he continued to examine her back.

"Sure," Joanne said, walking over and holding onto Karen. She's pretty. Is she nice?"

Conor walked around and stood next to Bart. "Whoa! She's covered in scars. From the top of her back down, but they are mostly on her upper back." Conor reached out and gently ran his fingers over a couple. "She's feisty, Jo. She might take your face off if you aren't careful," Joanne frowned at his comment. There are at least a hundred. No!More than that!

"Don't..." Karen moaned in a pained tone. Conor withdrew his hand immediately. Did that hurt her?

"Let's set her down, Jo," Bart advised as he carefully helped lay her back down. "Well, what do you think, Conor? Does this make you want her less because of these scars?" Bart quietly asked as he watched his expression. "I've never seen that many on one person in an extremely long time."

Conor was silent as he took in the many scars he had seen. "There has to be at least two hundred, if not more. It's like a lifetime of lashings for ten people," he frowned. I mean, she was hostile..."

"Well, I will admit that those aren't attractive at all, but it makes me very curious as to why she has that many," he said, walking back around next to Joanne. She has to be defiant. I can't see it being anything other than that. It can be normal to have a few lashing scars, but nothing like that."

"She has to be really, really rebellious to get that many," Bart said slowly. "Are you sure you want to keep something that uncontrollable around you? Think carefully before you answer, Conor." It is dangerous. But she's exotic, and I can't pass up this chance. It may never come again.

Conor rubbed her left cheek with the back of his index finger as he thought about it. "Yeah, I will keep her for a bit longer, still. At least for a month or two. What's the worst that could happen, Bart? I get what I want from her, and then I move on with my life, like with everything else," he answered as Jo returned to the office, shaking her head. And I will get what I want!

"She needs to rest for a while, and we will see what you want to do with her after she wakes up," Bart replied, as Conor nodded in agreement. He left the room wondering why a girl like that had so many scars. Damn. Scars or not, she is gorgeous either way. What a woman! I can't wait to see where this goes.

Several hours later, Conor returned to the medical ward to check in on Karen. She rested soundly when Bart and Joanne came over to talk to Conor.

"It would be wise to keep her here for at least two days to monitor her. In the meantime, we will work on finding her a bed that is a bit more comfortable than what we have her on now," Bart explained as Joanne tied Karen's hair into a loose ponytail.

"We need to get her a good pillow, too," Joanne added. "I just rolled up a blanket, so this is fine temporarily."

"Agreed. I will start working on all this tomorrow. In the meantime, please let me know when she wakes up. I have some pressing questions I want answered," Conor instructed them. Like how she has all those scars on her back.