Uten, and Skara are bandits, and Levan is their prisoner

When Levan again wakes he still finds himself spread eagle and, tied to the bed naked. Expect the bed isn’t his bed any more. Despite there seemingly still being a blind fold over his eyes, he could tell this wasn’t the bed from his bedroom. The pillow under his head isn’t as fluffy as the one he had custom made for his chambers. As well the mattress under him seems a bit rougher on his skin then the silky smooth cloth one he slept on top of ever day.

Levan then also realizes that his binds seemingly have changed as well, they also feeling a bit more uncomfortable then before. Instead of the bindings being the same cuffs from before, his wrists, and ankles are held by a tight ropes. Perking his ears up he can also hear the faint sounds of nature. The chirping of birds, and the songs of crickets brings Levan to deduce where he currently is located is some where in a countryside, or forest rather then a town or city. As the sounds of animals are also a bit muffled, Levane deduces that he almost must be in some kind of. Which well seems a bit obvious as one usually doesn’t find a bed in the open wild, but with Uten anything really is possible. This dream is an entirely new reality after all, to assume any surety that this scenario the fae has come up with has to follow the same logic, and reason of the real world is just foolishness.

Though Uten will probably keep the basics of space, and time the same in this dream, after all her goal here is to coax Skara into being more dominant, and independent, not send the poor half-Orc into a stupor by breaking all laws of nature in front of her. Which speaking of the devil, Levan hears a sound of footsteps approaching at that moment one pair which sounds familiar. He instantly recognizes the pattern, and pace of the walk. That focus in those steps, the poise in that un-breaking stride, it’s Uten all right, and the other set of steps must be Skara. Her feet sounding almost timid, as she keeps pace with Uten, but also seems to trail along behind her a bit with subtle uncertainty in her walk. Levan then hears the sound of walking stop, the clinking of a metal lock, and the creak of a door opening.

Levan bring up your head, looking in the direction despite being unable to see anything. Levan consider making a cheeky comment about being kept waiting for so long, but he decides against making any sarcastic remarks till he know what exactly the stage Uten has set for him is.

“Ah good out captive is awake” Uten speaks in that familiar tone of simplistic observation.

Levan then hears more footsteps, they draw closer, and closer till suddenly the blindfold in pulled from his face. Blinking a few times his eyes adjusts to lights as he finally is allowed sight in this dream world for the first time. As his vision comes into focus he finds himself staring at an elf in fur, and leather armor. Blinking a few times Levan is momentarily confused by the elven women’s presence, till he notices her uncanny similarities to a certain red skinned fae. Their proportions, facial structure, and very visage is a almost a dead ringer for Unten. It’s as if some one has taken a painting of the companion, and had repainted over the canvas nearly brush stroke for brush stroke. A new work of art, that despite the vestige of the previous creation being hidden from sight, the original still lies just underneath the surface.

That’s when the count finally put two, and two together. This elf WAS Uten, she had simple swapped her form in this dream from fae to elven.
Probably a smart decision actually as her fae form can be rather unsettling her ruby red skin, and dreary wings making her seem a bit demonic. So instead of potentially unnerving Skara with her true from, Uten probably thought that taking a look of one of the other upper races would be advantageous. Elf being the most obvious choice as their possible builds and physiques aligned closely to one another then any other races. Due to their similarities some have even theorized that the fae originally may have originally been elves that went through some sort of metamorphosis no doubt invoking some sort of magic. Alternatively some historians believe that the elves were actually all once faes and the elves of current times evolved from fae’s. With the few fae’s still around being the few unaffected by what ever variable made their fellow brother’s, and sisters become elves.

Whatever the case of the two race’s relationship or non relationship, Levan finds Uten’s new form quite appealing. Even despite the evil grin on across her fair face she’s is currently wearing.

“So the your finally awake.” Uten spoke, her voice mostly the same as it normally is.

Then before you can act Uten shoves a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t speak just listen.” She says in a sharp, authoritative tone.

“Since your father decided to not pay up for your ransom I have had to figure out ‘other’ alternative for us to find value for you.” Uten says that evil grin of hers widening into a sadistic smile.

Levan raises, an eyebrow seeming to understand the role Uten has assigned him just by those few words. However just provide even references for him to draw from, Uten provides the count with his ‘memories’ for this world. In a split second the count can see it all. Uten gives him the knowledge straight into his mind, what he should act like, what his backstory is, what kind of character he is playing. The count is now no longer a count. For now Levan has been thrusted into the position of prince. A rather bratty heir to the throne if the memories Uten has given him is correct. Which of course they are, she is the equivalent of god in this world of dreams. So unless she is purposely misleading him, Levan feels he can take solace in the fact that these new memories are accurate.

So Levan decides to take romp through his new memories. Picking up a bit about the basics of theater in his undead life time, he knew knowing a character’s history is key to playing them, So his mind turning back in the time line of his new life he wonders what kind of person this prince truly is. Experiencing this heir’s past is a rather unique experience. Levan can remember first hand his experiences though more then likely a purposeful consideration on Uten’s part he can’t actually experience the emotions of the prince.

Of course he knew them, is able to tell every single tinge of feeling the prince had in his life. Yet it’s like the knowledge of them came from out of a book rather then first hand experience. The sensation of sadness, happiness, he can’t relive them by thinking back, but he knows them as if he had been told what the prince felt in every single event of his past. Uten probably did this in order to keep Levan from getting to attached to this role, and save him from waking up, and missing anything in the dream besides what goes on between him, her and the half Orc. Levan makes a mental note to thank Uten when this little game of her’e is over. Though he is able to be stolid when needed to be Uten still attempts to look out for the count’s mind in a way only she is able to. In that wise, and experienced way a old fae like her can. To provide support, and look after the count whose head often becomes heavy from wearing the crown.

With him now drawing sufficient inspiration form the memories, Levan decides it’s time to finally take stage as his role. He begins you struggle in his bonds, pulling and tugging at his ropes. He even thrashes his he from side to side to try to shake Uten’s hand from his mouth. Unleashing curse words from behind her palm, he flares his nostrils in anger. Raging at Uten with the indignation his pampered pup character would have in this situation.

The bed rocks, and creeks a bit as he attempts to break from his bounds yet It makes no difference. His bondage holds firm, his struggling only succeeding in making Uten ‘mad’.

“ You silver spooned brat.” Uten sneers as she looks down at you.

In a second she removes her hand form over Levan’s mouth, only for her to wind that same hand back, and slap levan across the face.

“Ahhh how dare you!!” The count yelps in pain, as a bright red hand print is now imprinted across his left cheek.

It strings of course as Uten put a bit of **** in the strike. Yet Levan is more so playing it up for Skara who is standing off to the side rather then actually effected by the pain. As he’s felt much worse in his life time during combat, and in other secession with Uten this one slap is child’s play. Yet he knows the pompous prince he is right now wouldn’t be so used to discomfort let alone some one putting their hands on him.

“Be silent welp, and be still I wouldn’t to have to blemish that high class flesh of yours.” Uten say again putting a hand over his mouth, this time with the extra threat of a dagger to his throat.

Skara gasps upon seeing this threat of **** shrinks behind Uten to hide her eyes from such a sight. The half Orc girl seems just as skittish as she is in real life, which makes Levan wonder what memories Uten has given her. Clearly they’re aren’t anything that would have emboldened her personality based on her reaction to the knife. Though she must truly think that she is this bandit in this dream for her to seem to be her mostly calm, shy self. No doubt Uten has made it so that the half Orc doesn’t remember her real life here. Which Levan deduces makes it easier for the fae to have Skara be able to enjoy this experience, and learn form it in a positive manner. Truely it is a strange method to try, and help the half Orc ****, but Uten is very knowledgeable of the mind, and dreams, so Levan trusted her if she said this could help the girl. That an be an enjoyable event of erotic activities. Now then with the threat of real **** looming over him Levan stops his struggling, purposely letting His eyes go wide with fear as to really sell the emotion.

“Good it seems your starting to grasp the situation your in.” Laughs as she runs the blunt end of the blade over Levan’s throat.

“B-be careful Uten y-you might accidentally cut him like that?” Skara says speaking for the first time in this new dream world.

She has a look of concern on her face as she looks at the ‘prince’. Then as she meets Levan’s eyes she quickly hides away behind Uten again. This makes the count suppress a chuckle, tied up naked, spread eagle, and she’s the one acting all bashful, how ironic.

“My dear Skara, I know what I’m doing, if I wanted this royal brat dead he would be already.” Uten says speaking with a strange kindness that seems to contradict with her bandit character.

Though with the way she’s speaking Levan can detect a motherly no, sisterly tinge to Uten’s voice. Ah so that’s her angle. The old
brotherly or in this case sisterly bond of criminals, a finely crafted backstory by Uten. It gives her the ability to have Skara’s trust, and give her a reason to follow Uten’s lead her while, also encouraging the half Orc to act with more assertiveness. For although he despises brigades, and bandits, their life style of doing what every they want, and taking what every they want was an attractive idea to many people. Levan smirks as he thought back to the time he told Uten that these dream worlds she concocted were so competently done she should take up book writing. The red fae just dryly gave a response that she didn’t like writing before shoving a bit gag into his mouth at the time, and though she seemed dismissive of the idea the count still held on to the thought that Uten had a brilliantly creative mind.

“Now then up, and don’t try anything less my dagger here may accidentally slip, and cut you open.” Uten taunted Levan with blade before then cutting his binds.

Submissive Levan listened, slowly getting up off the bed he was bound to, and moving his hands to quickly cover his naked genitals like the humiliated prince would. Though before he did, he noticed that his dream world cock seems to be a few inches smaller then his real world one. A subtle humiliating joke by Uten, or another part of his princeling character?

“Y-you bastards you won’t get away with this my father will have your heads.” Levan’s speaks, putting on his best bravery in the face of adversity

He still doing his best to hide his privates from the two bandits that seem to have the upper hand over him.

“Umm perhaps we should at least bind h-his hands, if we’re going to let him up, w-what is he tries to escape.” Skara suggests the idea with an audible fearfulness of you, despite what she is suggesting inherently involving holding already quite a bit of power over Levan.

Uten smirks at Skara as she shakes her head.

“I’m sure there’s no need for that, I think our little princeling here is going to be a good and obey our commands.” Uten speaks with sly vigor of some one much younger then she actually is.

Uten then gives a hardy chuckle, flicking one of the count’s nipples of his bare chest to make him squeak out a pitiful yelp.

Truly Uten is playing this role to complete perfection right now. It’s impressive how much she is able to real embody the character of a cruel and, cocky brigand.

“Now then boy come along we’re going to have some fun together!” Uten says as she grabs Levan by the hair, and drags the count along behind her.

Pulling him along on his feet by the hair, she lead him, out of the room, and to whatever she had planned for him.