Percival (+Corruption%)

Chapter content warning: ****

The room was simple, one window, a straw mattress bed, a table and chair and a candlestick with holder for light. But simple though it was, it was warm and dry and that made it worlds better than the places she'd been sleeping for the last few nights. She stripped naked and put her soaked set of clothes to dry on the chair before settling into the bed. The tension she had felt for the weeks since leaving her villiage was finally being eased as she quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

In Anna's dream she found herself in an inn. It was one that she had been to when she was a young girl, while visiting family to the north of the Kingdom. It was nothing like the Lusty Wench. The inn was homely and plush with cushioned seats and good quality drinks. There were a set of round booths where families could sit and chat and there was a light music being played by a amiable bard plucking their lute. She was not a child however, she was her current age and she was wearing a fine, form fitting dress that she must have seen at somepoint on a nobel woman or else conjoured up from her imagination. It was lovely, dark red in colour and cut low allowing her cleavage to be seen and with a high slit showing off her legs. She felt totally at ease in the dress as she sat in one of the comfy booths waiting for her date and sipping a glass of wine.

Percival entered into the inn and walked over. He was wearing a fine white shirt and his red cloak. He sat opposite and waved over the waitress to bring Anna another drink, and himself one also. "You look lovely Anna," Percival smiled.

They settled into a flirtatious conversation, drinking until they were tipsy. Eventually, the dream conversation slowed and Anna shifted around the booth so they were sat next to each other. She stared into his face, Percival leaned in for a kiss and she accepted it. They held each other in an embrace for a moment. Suddenly the dream shifted. Anna was on the dark streets of Deepcleft with Percival. His face was no longer kind and loving; he gave Anna a cruel smirk before approaching. Anna backed away but found she was at the dead end of an alleyway. He reached her swiftly, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. Anna pushed in resistance but she had no strength in this dream. She felt her dress rip as he revealed her breasts. One strong hand gripped and kneeded them while the other slid down her front towards her crotch...

Anna woke with a start. The room was still dark with night. Her heart was pounding. Looking down she realised she had left a patch of wet in her sheets. She got up and splashed some water in her face from the basin. Shaking her head her thoughts raced, incredulous as to why she'd dreamt about that man, Percival, like that. 'Sure he is handsome, but he is also an asshole, what a stupid dream.'

Taking a deep breath Anna got back into bed, pointedly ignoring the ache between her legs and the feeling of her skin on the patch where her vagina had soaked her sheets. She slowly fell asleep, hoping not to return to that dream.

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