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This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of voluntary slavery, animal roleplay (cat/kitten), pet play, reluctance, teasing, embarrassment, consensual intoxication (pheromones), vaginal play (cunnilingus, tail penetration), tail play, scratching, hair pulling, biting multiple orgasms, subspace, and sensitive terminology (breasts, clit, slit, ass). Reader discretion is advised.

The sunbeams felt particularly comforting as Elva slowly rustled from slumber. ‘Mmh, that smells nice,’ she reflected upon noticing her Mistress’ peculiarly fragrant musk, but strange sensations accompanied by rustling from behind and above soon gave her pause.

“Good morning, kitten,” Saoirse greeted, her voice dripping with honey.

The blaring melody yipped Elva awake as it rang throughout her skull. A further giggle set her heart pounding while she heard shuffling above her head. ‘What is going on??’ Confounded, Elva looked up but didn’t see anything on the pillow; the strange sounds persisted as she turned to Saoirse’s beaming smile. She wondered, “Mistress, what is happen—?!” As she rolled over, Elva yelped when something furry wriggled between her rear and legs. She threw the sheets off and stared agape before glaring at her Mistress.

Saoirse’s snickering worsened as she stated, “Not just a tail, my kitten.” Upon rubbing the side of her head, Elva realized the sensation was wrong for where Mistress was touching.

Her hands shot up before she realized, “WHAT the— Mistress, where are my ears??” A glance up directed Elva higher, where she found a pair of fuzzy points sticking up. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY EARS?!”

Barely quelling her cackles, Saoirse explained, “I was feeling a little playful when I woke up, so I thought we could have some fun today.”

“What part of this is supposed to be FUN?!” Elva tried to hold them still. ‘They’re twitching!!’

“The part where you get to be my kitten for the day,” she cheekily answered. “I used a transformation spell to give you cat-like qualities for—about a day. While you look this adorable, I want you to act like my adorable little pet kitten.”

Elva let go to gape, “Your pet k—” She glanced at her tail and reflected, ‘Are you sure I’m not—a fox?’ Breaking away from the bushy appendage, she stated, “Mistress, how am I supposed to act like a kitten?! I’ve never even seen a kitten, much less had one as a pet!!”

Saoirse replied, “That makes two of us, kitten. Well, I have seen some cats, but I’ve never had one as a pet before. Supposedly, my grandmother had one, though my mother hardly talks about—,” she trailed off before snapping back up, “so I’ve always been curious what it’s like to have a pet.”

Before Elva could further object, Saoirse petted her head. Any qualms dissipated with the comforting strokes, and Elva fell into her Mistress’ embrace. ‘Oh, that feels nice!’ she lulled, nuzzling into her chest.

“Good girl,” Saoirse chucked as Elva got comfortable. “See? I told you this would be fun.”

‘I don’t know if I’d call this fun,’ she grumbled, ‘but it is—interest—!’ As Saoirse rubbed her ear, Elva shuddered and  gasped, ‘OOH, that’s—!’ Fluttering as the inside was given attention, Elva didn’t notice herself humming until a rhythmic drone alarmed her. She shot up and clutched her collared throat, demanding, “WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Mistress bellowed and affectionately pulled the wide-eyed Elva in, “That was a PURR, my kitten!” She could only squirm as Saoirse praised, “Oh, what a good GIRL! It took a few days, but I knew I could get my kitten to purr!”

Her fluster didn’t improve being shoved back into Mistress’ bust; the tender grasp steadily calmed Elva before she realized, ‘This what you were talking about the day we met?!’ She shook against Saoirse before lamenting, “I-I’m sorry, this is all—just—”

“Too much? If you’re not enjoying it, Elva, I can reverse—”

“No! No, I-I am—enjoying it, I think, I just need,” before she could continue, Elva noticed the familiar fragrance of Mistress’ pheromones.

As she calmed into her clutches, Saoirse finished, “To relax?”

Elva hummed in approval as the rubs resumed. ‘Thank you. I just needed a moment, but that smell is—so nice!’

“You’re quite welcome, kitten,” Saoirse tittered, moreso when she purred and nestled again. “You’re such a good girl, my kitten,” she praised as Elva pressed into her, “and you feel so soft.” She carefully cuddled her Mistress and held her close, though Saoirse eventually pulled away to tilt her chin up. “You know, I’m going to need a lot of energy to make up for changing you.” She licked her lips and inquired, “Would you mind if I broke my fast, my kitten?”

When the sweet breath passed her nose, Elva shivered before pushing into her lips. Steadily groaning as Saoirse embraced her back, she thought, ‘Oh, please, Mistress.’ Her whines worsened as their tongues touched and she was petted more passionately. Elva didn’t suppress her purrs when they resumed with the caresses, even when Mistress pulled away to kiss her neck.

Her calls were calm until Elva realized her new extremities were wriggling. She only noticed until Saoirse nibbled her throat, the pleasant tingle distracting her. Crying out with the tight tugs, Elva panted when her ear was rubbed again.

‘Oh, Mistress,’ her wriggling worsened, ‘please touch me more!’ Not making her wait, Saoirse firmly groped her still-tender breast and pecked down to her chest. When the caresses became scratches with a pinch on her nipple, Elva melted and pulled her Mistress in.

Unconscious of being turned onto her back, Elva writhed as Saoirse teased her. The tender gnaws to her sore bust were welcome, but her need inflamed.

Shuffling her thighs together—despite the fuzzy feeling against them—Elva held her lip and implored, ‘Mistress, I need you to touch me—!’ She gasped when Saoirse slipped down to smooch her stomach and trace her hip.

“Did you want me to touch your clit, my kitten?” Mistress wondered when Elva didn’t think further.

Elva whimpered, ‘Yes, please, touch my clit, Mistress!’

“Good girl.” Before Elva could struggle, Saoirse forced her knees apart and slid down further. She felt warm air on her nub before a careful lick made her thrash.

When Elva reached for her hair, Saoirse teased, “You really wanted that, didn’t you, kitten? Well, allow me to satisfy you.” She pressed in, leaving Elva to call out.

‘Oh, Brigit, I missed you, Mistress!’ she grieved with the lustful laps.

As she pulled away, Saoirse wondered, “You missed me? I haven’t left your side for the last—!”

Elva’s legs wrapped around her head while she implored, ‘Just touch me, Mistress!’ Saoirse chuckled before enthusiastically complying. Elva shuddered as she was pleased, yet somehow, the twitches of her tail weren’t bothersome until Saoirse grasped its base.

‘OH, oh, Mistress,’ Elva choked as her heart dropped with the queer hold, ‘don’t—stop!’ After Saoirse began massaging it, Elva started heaving, “I—I’m going to—!” With a sharp cry, she thrashed while the pressure overflowed. Elva became lost in her Mistress’ touches, locking her in place until her knees buckled.

“Good girl,” Saoirse tittered as she was released, still caressing Elva’s erect tail. The strange sensation made her dizzy while Mistress inquired, “Are you enjoying this, my kitten?”

Speechless, Elva shivered through deep breaths before pulling Saoirse in again. ‘Can you—touch me more, Mistress?’

“With pleasure, my kitten.”

As Saoirse lowered her lips, Elva lurched when it was accompanied by a new grasp on her tail. When something slowly twisted around the bushy limb, Elva quickly realized, ‘Is that—Mistress’ tail?!’ After it reached her rear, hugging her in a comforting coil, the tip slid up to tease her slit.

Whimpering anew, Elva couldn’t think when Saoirse wondered, “Would my kitten enjoy having me in her?” Peeking to a smug grin between her thighs, she finally let Mistress go to cover her blush. After a chirrup and a short nod, Elva wheezed as Saoirse slipped in, tugging on her new appendage.

When biting her finger didn’t stifle her whines, Elva reached for the pillow behind her. Before she could cover her mouth, Saoirse yanked it away. “I want to hear every adorable sound you make, kitten,” she snickered before pulling on her bud and pressing further in.

Elva’s wails turned shrill when the intrusions intensified. “Mistress,” she squeaked, her toes sticking out as she grasped the bedcover. “If you keep—I’ll—!” Saoirse became impassioned, and Elva was breathless before she cried out.

Convulsing, Elva fell into bliss while her Mistress persisted. She desperately tossed and turned before her clit was released, taking hoarse gasps while her legs hung limp.

Shivering from a caress on her thighs, Elva was dazed when Saoirse asked, “Are you still enjoying yourself, my kitten?”

Only able to think about their tails, Elva choked, “I—I want you—to be—cruel—Mistress. P-Please.”

If Saoirse did more than cackle, Elva didn’t notice as her Mistressʼ nails sharpened. She heaved when they slid over her skin, but before she could clutch the sheets again, Saoirse took her waist to flip her over. Yelping in her fluster, Elva couldn’t keep her lids open as she was lifted off the bed by her hips.

Her knees already trembling, Elva grew hotter as Mistress laid on her back and pressed her chest in. “Keep that cute little ass up for me, my kitten,” she whispered before biting her shoulder. Closing her mouth made Elva purr and Saoirse snicker, but the escalating pleasures muddled her thoughts. Struggling to keep still, Elva fell into the cushioning before her locks were clutched. “I said keep your ass up,” she demanded over Elva’s moans, “and don’t muffle that pretty voice, my kitten.”

When an ear was gnawed while Mistress pressed in just right, Elva’s eyes rolled closed while she wailed. “Good girl,” Saoirse complimented before gnawing again.

Her daze worsened as the teeth sharpened, while her scalp was scraped between tight grasps. The tugs on her tail tightened as she was fervently pleased; Elva was speechless, pulling on the sheets as the thrusts hastened. “Mis—,” she whined, struggling to keep her rear up while Saoirse passionately pressed on her. Groaning when her other ear was nabbed, Elva thrashed as the shifting of their tails became too much.

Her shouts worsened as Elva pulled against her Mistress’ hold, thoughtless while the tingling heightened. Lost in the delights, Elva slipped onto her stomach and writhed. Her face only stayed aloft by Saoirse’s grasp, but she was soon eased onto the soft bedding with the release of her curls.

At the slight retreat of Saoirse’s tail, Elva quivered and reached back. “W-wait!” she yelled. Nearly sobbing while she thrashed, Elva begged, “I-I’m sorry—I can’t keep—my—a-ass up, Mistress. Please! Don’t stop yet!”

Through the haze, Elva scarcely heard her Mistress chuckle before hushing, “If that’s what my kitten needs.” Saoirse relaxed onto Elva, petting her hair and pressing her into the bed. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, kitten. Are you ready to be satisfied now?”

With an unsteady purr as Saoirse eased back in, Elva implored, ‘Please!’

Her head was scratched before a tight grasp left her agape. A forceful push to her desire knocked the wind out from her, but Elva screeched as Saoirse’s nails drug up her right side. Grasping the sheets, Elva’s whimpers heightened while her Mistress chewed on her ear.

‘Ooh—oh, Bri-gi—!’ her voice cracked while her daze worsened. Her body inflamed, though Saoirse only became more enthused as Elva fell back into bliss.

All she could feel was her Mistress’ heat and the fierce sensations she imposed. The tingling waves continued while Elva limply fell, slipping into a numbing trance. The intensity slowly lessened, starting with the dull stings on her head, though her senses lit up again while Saoirse left her empty. Only able to whimper and shudder as her ecstasy faded, Elva writhed under her Mistress until she was turned around.

Elva clutched Saoirse when they faced each other, pushing into her bust to keep the heat from dissipating more. She wheezed upon noticing the strong twitches of her tail were still stifled in a pleasant hold. Finally, as her hair was petted and she more clearly heard the caring chant, “Good girl,” Elva calmed, purring to her Mistress’ comforts.

A titter was added to the praise as Elva nuzzled while light scratches made her float. Her heart fluttered with her Mistress’ affections and Elva soon lamented, ‘Why—couldn’t I have lasted longer.’

Saoirse’s chuckles renewed while she tiled Elva up so their gazes could meet. Her joyful smile invigorated Elva when she mentioned, “There’s still plenty of time for us to have fun, my kitten.” Rising from the bed, Saoirse touched Elva’s collar and produced a glowing lead within her palm before commanding, “Come, my adorable pet. The day has just begun, and there’re so many more ways I want to play with my kitten.”

—Spoiler—

Elva fell into her role as a pet quite quickly, finding odd comfort from the sensual play. What else does Saoirse have in store for her kitten? Things seem to be going to plan for now, but will everything stay that way? Perhaps something unexpected can add some real spice to this already heated play!

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An unworldly howl roused Elva from her repose. Squinting awake, she found her warmed world was tinged in blood. She grumbled and looked to the portal, hardly seeing the bottom tip of the moon. With a lighter hoot, Elva glanced to a pine below and spotted the glistening spectacles of an owl.

“Precious,” Saoirse mumbled, grasping Elva tighter.

The mild sting to her scrapes made Elva blush as she realized, ‘Those are—her breasts.’ She peeked around to find her Mistress deep in slumber; her dark cheeks were especially red under the fading moonlight. Hardly able to turn in the tight grasp, Elva smiled, ‘She looks so—peaceful.’ She leaned in and caught Saoirse’s intoxicating musk. ‘She smells so nic—!’

Elva flushed upon noticing that powerful fragrances were added to the aroma. ‘Is-is she,’ her breath was taken while her heart raced, ‘giving off pheromones and aphrodisiacs—in her sleep?!’ She shuddered, “Uh-hm, Mis-stress?”

Saoirse grumbled and cuddled tighter.

“You’re not even awake!” Huffing as Saoirse’s restful visage thrilled her, Elva’s thighs shuffled while her need came on. ‘Can’t you—help?!’ She tried to pull on Saoirse, but her arms wouldn’t budge. ‘Ah, Brigit,’ Elva grimaced, ‘comforting myself with you right…’

Squirming under her Mistress’ soft grasp, Elva whimpered as the scents intensified and her need worsened. Her fussing was scarcely quelled upon biting her lip before she lowered her hand.

She gasped at the brush of her bud, the light touch quickly forcing her head to spin. ‘I was never this sensitive when I comforted myself!’ Unable to retain her moans, Elva writhed as Mistress pulled her in and hummed. ‘Maybe now—I can—orgasm—on my own.’

A steady lightness overcame Elva while her rubs quickened. Struggling to maintain a rhythm, she trembled as the pressure gradually built and soon overwhelmed her. She cried out as her body quaked in the comforting clutch. Her fingers shook too terribly to continue, though, and she winced as the waves quickly rippled.

While catching her breath, Elva glowered, ‘That—was not nearly as satisfying—as when Mis—!’ The heat inflamed as Mistress adjusted and cheerfully murmured; Elva harshly huffed while her hip was held and her breast practically groped.

She hunched in and kicked her feet, unable to budge from the sensual presence as her need worsened. Giving into desperation, Elva whimpered before sliding between her clenched thighs. ‘Oh, Brigit, am,’ she wondered upon caressing her folds, ‘am I always this—wet?’ The slipperiness worsened her flush while Elva explored, but not so much as when she found her opening.

Elva trembled at the tender touch as she delicately traced herself. Allured by the warmth, she whimpered and pushed into the sensitive crevice.

Quivering anew, Elva couldn’t keep her voice down while two slickened tips slipped into her slit. The gentle stretch made her dizzy as she intruded further, unthinking beyond cursing, ‘H-how have I never—done this—before—!’

With a gentle press after finding her sensitive spot, Elva groaned while her chest throbbed. Her cries heightened with each prod, but as both gradually became impassioned, Elva gawked, “H-HOW ARE—YOU STILL—ASLEEP!?”

Barely able to thrash in her Mistress’ hold, Elva shrieked as the pressure peaked. Her convulsions were stifled, and her wrist quickly went limp while her mind became dizzy. A lightness overcame Elva when she eased her fingers out and let the waves abate.

Breathless as she eased into the bed, Elva finally noticed the smell normalize as Mistress’ cuddle relaxed. As she sighed, Saoirse grumbled something Elva didn’t understand.

Nearly drifting off, Elva wondered, “What—does that mean?” She reflected, ‘That sounds similar to when Mistress said ‘let’s dig in’.’

Before she could ponder further, Saoirse murmured, “Thank you—for the meal…”

Wide-eyed, Elva snapped back and realized, “Did you—! W-WAS I YOUR BEDTIME MEAL!?” Her eyes fell heavy before Elva heard an answer, plopping on the cushion as she realized, “I’m too tired to care.” Before drifting back into slumber, Elva hoped, ‘Just—wake up to help—next time.’

—Spoiler—

I hope you enjoyed this short interlude after such an explosive escalation! How will Elva’s late-night escapade affect their play tomorrow? Perhaps Mistress will be a little playful after her midnight meal. Elva’s nickname becomes more literal in Chapter 18: Purr. Look forward to the fluster, because Elva will hardly know what to do with herself!

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Heaving herself off the floor, Saoirse leaned into Elva. “I need some air,” she breathily declared, whereupon the two began staggering back down the hallway.

They drew toward the transparent wall from earlier, when Saoirse firmly pressed against a handle suspended in mid-air and opened an unseen door to the outside. The overwhelming scent of peculiar pines engulfed Elva’s senses, calming her heart as they descended into the warm outdoors. Her heart lightened upon noticing the soothing floral aura enveloping her and the smooth stones under her toes.

Admiring the novel surroundings, Elva was astonished by the foreign forms and vibrant hues of the blossoming shrubbery that encircled the grand courtyard in a wondrous display. She glanced down when her next step landed softly, marveling at the tiny wildflowers beneath her feet. Soon, she noticed them blooming everywhere betwixt the smooth stones that were irregularly burrowed into the ground. Oblivious to how far they had wandered, Elva jolted up as Saoirse suddenly stopped before a simple bench near the edge of the forest. When Saoirse finally let go and sat with a light huff, Elva took a seat and patiently waited as her Mistress held her head.

As Elva became distracted by the fluttering wings of a moth that smoldered in strange greens and pinks beneath the gloaming, Saoirse sighed before sullenly confirming, “I suppose you wanted to know about The Po—about Saph.”

Attempting to conceal her curiosity, Elva hesitantly nodded. Saoirse’s hands fell to her lap before she said, “Well, I told you the day we met that they were my first love, but…there’s a lot more to it than that. Saph was my cousin’s bondslave, though I didn’t know until after we had been meeting under evenfall for years.

“Saph’s sentence lasted for ten years,” Saoirse sluggishly continued, “but we were…just friends for the first seven.” Snorting as her gaze dropped, Saoirse elaborated, “Not for lack of trying on their part; it should have been painfully clear they were interested in me. When Saph first caught me watching them singing, they mused, ‘A lost kitten found her way here’—”

‘Lost kitten,’ Elva reminisced, the words echoing what her Mistress remarked at their first encounter.

Without acknowledging Elva’s realization, Saoirse dourly reflected, “—and then they called me a…cute girl. From the moment we met, Saph saw who I was inside and tried to help me understand myself. I just—didn’t understand until I…understood?” Saoirse shook her head before resuming, “Ah, Brigit, it’s so hard to remember how I felt then after two thousand years. I knew I felt wrong, but I didn’t know how to explain it. Not until I crossed paths with my cousin.”

Before Elva could ask anything, Saoirse slumped further and admitted, “When Saph finally introduced me to Calliope, it was surreal, and…” Saoirse shuddered before finishing, “troubling. Something happened when I realized that the way I viewed myself—as a man—wasn’t right. That it was crippling me.”

Glowering at her hands, Saoirse said, “Neither Saph nor Calliope were happy with the body they were born with either, but all my life I was so fixated on what I thought I had to be, what Lynx,” she spat out her father’s name like it scorched her tongue, “wanted me to be—that I couldn’t accept I could be someone else until…”

Trailing off, Saoirse rested her palms under her eyes and sniffled, “It’s difficult to explain. When you live for so long hiding who you are from everyone—even yourself—well, it wasn’t easy to accept who I really was. When I told Saph how I was feeling, they said they already knew, and so did my cousin when I approached it.”

Joylessly snickering, Saoirse noted, “Even my mother said they’d known when I told them. It felt like I had been blind all my life, but slowly—very slowly—I could see myself and accept who I wanted to be.” Finally lowering her hands and looking up at the darkening horizon, Saoirse apologized. “I’m sorry, I’m sure that didn’t make much sense.”

Shaking off her concern, Elva tried to offer comfort, “It’s okay. I—don’t really understand, but I can see that it was…is hard for you.”

Saoirse sighed before glancing at Elva briefly. Looking at the wildflowers, Saoirse admitted, “It was, even more so with this form.” Holding up her palms and flexing her fingers, a bright flourish of violet and pink lights coalesced as Saoirse said, “This is Brighid’s energy, what I received when they fed us supper. I don’t have enough of my own energy to make a display like this, nor yours at this point.” The glow faded as Saoirse closed her hands and confessed, “I’m more powerless now than I ever have been, and—I’m scared I can’t protect you if something happens.”

Elva tenderly took Saoirse’s hand and consoled her, “Please, you don’t have to be so concerned about my safety.”

Pulling away and holding her head again, Saoirse reminded Elva, “I do though, it’s in my vows. ‘Care for and protect.’ Your safety is my responsibility.”

Shuddering before touching Saoirse’s thigh, Elva grimly recalled, ‘Under pain of dea—’

“Please don’t remind me,” Saoirse asserted as she held herself and shivered. “Oh, Brigit, why did I say that? I don’t know if I can—”

Gently taking Saoirse’s cheeks to lift her gaze, Elva met her uncertain eyes and implored, “Mistress Saoirse, please, you don’t need to be so worried about me. I told you, I don’t regret anything that has happened between us. If you hadn’t taken me in, I would have gone to the Auction House, right?” she let go of her Mistress’ perfect face to grasp her cold, smooth hands before insisting, “I—your voice is what gave me the comfort to open my eyes after I came here. If I’d gone to the Auction House instead of your home and your father’s voice was the one I heard, I—I would have been too scared to face my unlife.” Shyly glancing away as her heart raced and her cheeks flushed, Elva admitted, “I trust you with my safety.”

Some of the worry vacated Saoirse’s visage as she held Elva back. “Thank you for saying so, Elva,” she said before inspecting the ground. “I just wish I felt as assured as you do.”

Their silence didn’t last long before Saoirse stated, “I’m not sure what else to say. I suppose when I said I’ve only had one slave, that wasn’t entirely true. After my transition, I spent a millennium recovering with my mother before a girl named Vixen showed up at my doorstep. She wasn’t a complete stranger; we’d met once when Saph was still here. But, apart from her not being human nor requiring a contract, we had…compatibility issues, so she didn’t stay long.” Saoirse tiredly closed her eyes before finishing, “After she left the next day, I…fell asleep and didn’t wake up—until you appeared.”

Elva blinked several times when she realized her Mistress’ tale had come around to her. Flustered before she met her glance, Elva couldn’t think of anything to say as Saoirse concluded, “And, that’s my story, more or less. I’m certainly not the Mistress you thought I was.”

Quickly shaking in disapproval, Elva faltered before interjecting, “N-no! I mean, I don’t know any other Mistresses, but...I enjoy having you as mine. You’ve shown me—so many things that I would never have known if we hadn’t met. Having you near me is comforting, and,” Elva timidly turned away before adding, “as I said, I trust you and feel safe with you. So please, trust yourself too.”

Saoirse didn’t respond for a moment, but with a sigh, she let Elva go to cup her head. Elva shuddered when she was turned, and flushed more as her forehead was tenderly kissed. Cautiously glancing up at Saoirse’s smile, Elva’s heart danced as Mistress praised. “Thank you, kitten. I promise I’ll try.”

Feeling her chest throb as she looked up at her Mistress’ smirk, Elva briefly stared at Saoirse’s lips before swallowing and slowly closing her vision. Hesitantly tilting her head up, Elva peeped as Saoirse’s fingers held her away. Her grin had faded while Saoirse shook no before lamenting, “I’m sorry. I’m—not in the mood right now, Elva. We both had a lot to drink, anyway. I—don’t want to take advantage of you when you can’t consent.”

Pulling away as her stomach sank, Elva repressed her desire as she answered, “O-oh, okay, Mistress.”

Trying not to appear bothered, Elva analyzed the strange flowers before Saoirse commented, “You can look at them.” As Elva snapped back, Saoirse mournfully pleaded, “I—want to recite some of Saph’s poetry, so you can relax if you’d like.”

Hesitantly agreeing and standing up, Elva turned away just before Saoirse began singing in the poetic tongue. It was sadder than the last time she sang, but Elva tried not to think about it as she approached the exotic foliage. Steadily, the sweet fragrances filled Elva while stepping to a pale-violet bush. She leaned over and briefly closed her eyes to breathe in the petals; as Elva drank in the aromatic perfume, her heart warmed as she reflected, ‘This smells like—the ashen lavender Mistress put in my hair. It’s gorgeous.’ Elva smiled as she looked over the bush, adoring the tiny bulbs that climbed into the air.

After carefully studying the new flora, Elva became entranced by a strange ladycow that wandered along a stem. ‘I’ve only ever seen them in red and black. It’s so pretty in pink with white spots,’ she watched it crawl along the branches before it hopped off and flitted away. The silvery glimmers from its wings left Elva awestruck as it floated to the neighboring plant, and she had no issue finding it within the blood-red poppies once she knelt down.

As Elva marveled at how the oddly-familiar flowers contrasted with the strangely colored bug, she finally noticed the melody had ceased. She stood and looked to the bench, but as she realized no one was there, Elva was tenderly hugged from behind. Before Elva could look, Saoirse coyly whispered, “I have a confession, my kitten.” Perking up at the sound of her nickname, Elva found her Mistress’ softened eyes as she added, “I am actually quite hungry.”

“Oh!” Elva answered before she turned, surprised to see that Saoirse held an eager grin as they faced each other. “W-well I—I’m still—um,” Elva timidly answered as she leaned in, “I—want you to—have your fill—Mistress Saoirse.”

Saoirse gently pulled away before Elva could reach her lips. After her flush deepened, Saoirse reluctantly slipped a hand into her dress. She retrieved two slim bottles of what seemed like water before letting go of Elva to open one. Saoirse swiftly drank it with a sultry moan before her flush diminished. When her eyes opened, Saoirse hungrily glared at Elva before opening the second bottle. Before Saoirse offered it over, her brow furled and she intently sniffed over Elva. 

As Elva began to feel embarrassed, Saoirse pulled away and curiously stated, “You’re—already sober.”

Piquing up, Elva hummed in confusion before questioning, “Uh, s-sober?”

Shaking no while capping the other bottle, Saoirse deflected, “Sorry, I just—expected you to still be drunk too. You drank as much wine as I did, so…” Saoirse slipped the containers back into her dress. “Forget it, it’s not important,” she announced before meeting Elva’s curious expression with a light smile. Saoirse pulled Elva close again while her grin widened. “May I—dig in, my kitten?” Mistress seductively asked before licking her lips with her eyes trained on Elva’s.

Taking an anxious gulp, Elva supplicated, “Can, um, you be—cruel to me…my Mistress?”

Unable to ignore the devious shift in Saoirse’s countenance and the subtle sharpening of her fangs, Elva’s pulse quickened and a fluttering sensation took hold in her stomach.

            “Tell me, kitten,” Mistress urged. “What’s your safeword?”

Eyelashes flittering together as she pushed on her toes, Elva breathily answered, “Teardrop.” In a flash, Elva was pulled up and brought into Mistress’ embrace. Already moaning as she eagerly sought her sweet taste, Elva tried to hug her Mistress before her arms were ensnared. Wide-eyed as Mistress effortlessly lifted her over the flowers and shoved her against a nearby pine, Elva was left breathless before her lips were pricked with sharpened fangs.

Elva’s spine tingled as she melted into Mistress’ touch, only able to groan as the bittersweet pinpricks made her head spin. When Mistress moved onto her neck, Elva gasped and fought a losing battle before her wrists were lifted up. Mistress let her go, but her arms would not budge when Elva tried lowering them. As Mistress pulled away to unbutton her dress, Elva displayed her chest and whimpered in anticipation as the fabric fell away.

With her bust now fully laid bare, Elva heard Mistress suppress a gasp, which led her to inquire, “W-what is it, Mistress?”

Saoirse only glanced up for a heartbeat before looking pointedly at Elva’s chest with a sly smirk. “Nothing, my kitten,” she said while groping her. “I just felt hungrier seeing your cute breasts again, especially so well framed outside of your beautiful dress.” As Mistress firmly bit her left mound, Elva gasped and squirmed against the tree. Elva’s breath caught in her throat as Mistress sampled her nipple next and let it slip through her teeth. Quivering when Mistress gnawed at her again, Elva’s hands began tingling against the rough restraint.

Heaving from being roughly worked, Elva jerked back when Mistress grasped her left thigh and lifted her knee to her stomach, spreading her crotch. Elva whimpered when her dress was tucked behind her rear, allowing the warm air to lick her slit. Realizing her leg was stuck in place, Elva shivered when Mistress’ sweet breath passed her nose with the words, “Are you ready?”

Elva shut her mouth in a vain attempt to suppress her mewls before finally nodding. She immediately gaped as Mistress pecked her, leaving her to release a light moan as her hood was lightly touched. Writhing while Mistress nibbled her lips, Elva’s elated sounds escalated as the rubs got stronger. As Mistress moved to graze above her collar, Elva panted, and the burn in her crotch intensified.

As Elva’s hips began to rock, Mistress’ fingers circled more intently before she whispered, “Is my kitten going to cum already?” Elva whimpered frantically before her Mistress commanded, “Then cum for me, my kitten.”

Elva cried out as her body tensed up; waves of pleasure washed over her while her breast was fondled yet again. Trying to hold Mistress in by lifting her free leg, Elva’s limbs strained and trembled while a lightness slowly overcame her. When she choked for air, Elva desperately thought, ‘I-I can’t—,’ before Mistress pulled away.

Shaking and heaving, Elva pressed against the pine as warmth spread through her core. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Mistress beaming at her, and the sultry sound of her asking, “How was that, my kitten?” reinvigorated Elva’s fervor.

Attempting to maintain her focus, Elva replied through ragged breaths, “I-it was—nice, Mistress.” Her eyes shut weakly as she nervously gulped, “Are—are you full, or—c-can you—satisfy me—more, Mistress?”

Mistress laughed at the thinly-veiled desperation then seductively answered, “If that’s what my kitten needs,” before Elva’s right calf was pinched.

Squealing in delight, Elva’s shouts heightened further still when her Mistress briefly rubbed her lips before slipping two fingers into her slit. Bucking her hips when Mistress promptly located her sensitive spot, Elva groaned as her outstretched thigh was bitten. The rhythmic presses into her desire compounded with further bites above, and Elva soon cried out as her body convulsed again.

Hardly able to breathe as pleasure muddled her mind, Elva writhed against the tree as her voice cracked between thrusts. The next prods made Elva choke as the tender flesh near her hip was squeezed. She pulled against her restraints while her toes curled, gripping the soft grass underneath while her body burned.

She felt light and Elva quietly thought, ‘M-Miss—’ before being released and left with a hollow ache. Hanging her head limply before her chin was angled upwards, Elva fought against heavy eyelids as her Mistress glared at her hungrily. 

“Was that satisfying, kitten?” Mistress Saoirse playfully probed with a mischievous grin.

Elva took several breaths before swallowing. “I-it was,” she answered. Shimmying as a mild wave of bliss washed over her, she tried to say, “I—I want—” Holding her lip as she peeked at Mistress for a heartbeat, she quietly insisted, ‘I want—to be one with you, Mistress.’

Leaving Elva in suspense, Mistress calmly stated, “The—moon is still down, kitten.”

Noting that her Mistress’ smile had faded when she glimpsed, Elva silently petitioned, ‘Could—you use your tail again?’

Mistress’ grin gradually returned, and Elva’s heart stopped when she eagerly confirmed, “Is that what you want, kitten?”

Nodding yes with no hesitation, Elva closed her eyes with a shiver. ‘I-I need you—inside me, Mistress. Please—f-fill me.’

Snickering, Mistress watched Elva squirm and whine. “If that’s what my kitten needs,” she hummed before pressing the soft tip against Elva’s clit.

The firm rubs made Elva wriggle before her folds were teased, but as it slipped into her slit her trembling renewed. Crying out in elation as she was penetrated, Elva strained against the tree when Mistress massaged her sweet spot. She struggled to hold still as her muscles spasmed, but Mistress kept prodding with a pleased chuckle before biting Elva’s neck. Fervently quaking as her skin was pricked, Elva nearly clapped her head against the trunk as the sleek appendage continually pleasured her ache.

Unable to speak as her head spun faster, Elva’s voice cracked in a howl of ecstasy. Scraping her toes against the ground as she fought against the restraints, Elva succumbed to the building waves while her body burned and her mind became light.

Then the precise presses slowed and the sharp stings stopped. While her fullness hardly waned, Elva’s eyes crept open to see Mistress licking her lips with a satisfied grin. “Thank you for the meal,” Mistress complimented wickedly. “Are you satisfied yet?”

Elva panted as Mistress shifted inside her before she whimpered and shook her head. “I,” she bashfully answered, “I want—to keep feeling you, Mistress.”

Shuddering as Mistress shifted while her grin widened, Elva gasped and dropped her lids when her request was met with a breathtaking thrust. Her voice heightened as the passionate prods hastened, leaving Elva oblivious to Mistress pulling her dress off until the evening air tickled her sweaty skin.

Too distracted to note her Mistress groan in approval while tucking her curls behind her left arm, Elva didn’t sense her waist being caressed until a pinch near her navel startled her. She bucked against her bonds as the sensitive skin was marred, unable to keep her free leg from kicking while the pleasure peaked.

Mistress grasped her right ankle and held her foot to the ground. Elva hardly noticed that her leg was affixed when Mistress let go, as her next climax came with a bite on her right thigh. Convulsing as her crotch burst with rhythmic, burning waves, Elva shrieked as the intense intrusions persisted through her orgasm. She barely felt a gnaw on her hip until she bucked; at the pull of her skin, Elva shrilled and slammed her back against the rough bark.

Quivering while the scratches intensified the tingling that coursed through her, Elva strained as her mind spun until Mistress finally let her go. She fell into a daze and took deep, choppy breaths before the heat flowing through her abated.

Her sides were delicately stroked before an alluring whisper parted her haze. Gasping as her vision lurched, Elva’s heart fluttered at Mistress’ pleased smirk. “Hello, my kitten,” she sang while Elva tiredly whimpered. Her crotch feeling no less filled, Elva fought to listen as her Mistress asked, “Are you satisfied yet?”

Elva fussed and held her lip while her head dropped. “I,” she stammered, “I just need—a moment.”

Before Elva could breathe, Mistress mentioned, “The Blood Moon has come over the horizon, kitten.” She jumped to behold her Mistress’ utterly flawless face, and the warmth in her chest stirred at the question, “Did you want—my penis this time?”

Her head drowsily dropped before Elva admitted, “I-I’m enjoying—your tail—i-if you—don’t mind.” After taking a deep breath, Elva shyly requested, “I would like—aphrodisiacs, though.” Too weary to look at Mistress, Elva beseeched, “I don’t—want to fall asleep—so soon.”

A contented chuckle made Elva shiver as a new floral smell forced her heart to pound. Sharply moaning as her filled crotch sent renewed fire throughout her body, Elva barely heard her Mistress whisper, “If that’s what my kitten wants,” before her cries heightened further.

The stretching shifts of the tail amplified as the new smell strengthened, leaving Elva overwhelmed before Mistress bit below her right breast. Straining with renewed strength at the impassioned thrusts, Elva quaked and screeched when her pleasure peaked. Scraping her back as she was gnawed and infiltrated, Elva’s daze returned in a blanket that added a delightful tingle to the past stings and following bites to her ribs.

Lost in the prickles and intrusion, Elva choked for air as her Mistress forcefully met her requests. She could scarcely breathe over the intense sensations, made even worse after her left nipple was tightly grasped repeatedly.

A sweet pain ceaselessly coursed through Elva and made her fall weak into the bonds. Succumbing to the fierce sensations Mistress imposed upon her, Elva peered her eyes open at the blur of violets that swirled as Mistress gnawed her other breast. Elva slowly closed them again as her head became dizzy, hardly thinking as her mind grew dark, ‘Miss…tear—’

Her senses cleared while the sharp thrills lessened. While Elva lightly wheezed as the floral smell became natural and she was left empty, she grumbled when the pleasures receded.

Dropping into a tender grasp, Elva gasped as her legs were swept up before she was cradled into warm arms. She nuzzled against her Mistress’ cushiony chest while clasping her dress before drowsily becoming aware of her sweet voice praising, “Good girl.” Too comforted to look while the adoring chant repeated, Elva affectionately clutched herself tighter and disregarded the change in the air.

With the softened jolts of them ascending, Elva finally peeped at Saoirse’s clothed bust. She tiredly whispered as her lids fell, “Th-thank you, Mistress Saoirse.”

Just conscious of the bemused exhale that preceded a kiss on her forehead, Elva shuddered as she heard her Mistress answer, “You are very welcome, kitten. Thank you for the meal.”

Unable to look as her heart fluttered, Elva shyly asked as they rounded a corner, “Did—you get your fill?”

An amused giggle was her first answer before Mistress cautiously complimented, “I—don’t remember the last time I felt so satisfied, Elva. Thank you.”

She quivered and melted into her Mistress’ embrace, pulling herself closer.

Oblivious to the world, Elva came to life when Mistress climbed onto the bed and set her head on a plump pillow. The plush bedding made Elva sigh as she was laid down, though her hands nearly had to be pried away from the dress before she settled for holding herself.

An affectionate chuckle comforted Elva before a dulcet cover was draped over her. Grasping at the sheet and wrapping it around herself, Elva only had to wait a moment before Mistress crawled behind her. Her sleek arms made Elva hum in contentment as she was cuddled, but the warm breath passing her ear made her tremble.

When Mistress asked, “Are you comfortable, Elva?” she hesitantly nodded once before shivering.

“Can,” Elva bashfully implored when her chest pounded, ‘can you—please make me cum—once more?’ Unable to ignore Mistress’ breasts pushing her hair into her still-fresh scrapes, Elva’s squirming worsened before appealing, ‘C-could you be—gentle, though—Mistress Saoirse?”

Shuddering as Saoirse tenderly caressed her stomach, Elva quivered as her Mistress answered, “If that’s what my kitten needs.”

Her groans swiftly heightened as her sore mounds were tenderly massaged. Steadily writhing, Elva squeaked when her Mistress carefully slipped between her clenched thighs to tease her. “How do you want to cum, kitten?” Mistress seductively asked when the tender rubs on her mound began.

Unable to calm her worsening moans, Elva thought through the pleasing touch, ‘I—want you—inside.’

“Would it be okay if I used my penis this time?”

Quickly, Elva nodded and whimpered in approval. ‘Please—I—want to be one with you again.’

She calmly shushed and held while Mistress pleaded, “Be patient, my kitten.” No sooner did Elva feel her part push through her thighs, renewing her tremors as it brushed past her clit. Elva felt Mistress pull her hip back and lower her hand just before she whispered, “Are you ready?”

Hardly able to nod as her head spun from the teasing rubs, Elva desperately thought, ‘Please,’ while her hips rocked. Without waiting, Mistress adjusted herself and slowly slipped her shaft inside. Elva gaped and grasped the sheets as her Mistress freely entered her, uncontrollably trembling as she was gradually taken care of.

Her whines only worsened as her fullness increased, but Mistress halted before her ache was reached. Elva fussed before Saoirse nudged above her rear and requested, “Hold your stomach out.” Her back arched with the slight shift, and Elva squealed as her Mistress reached her desire.

A pleased hum and tight grasp accompanied Mistress’ whisper, “That’s better, isn’t it, kitten?” Elva was speechless as she tried to quell her trembling. “Hold yourself out a little more, kitten,” Mistress alluringly requested, “and hold onto this for me.” Before Elva could answer, the tail pushed past her parted lips and pressed onto her tongue. As Elva closed her mouth, she heard Mistress order, “Be gentle, and be careful not to bite it.”

Arching out more with the strange intrusion, Elva groaned as her tongue lapped the wide fan. ‘It still tastes like my—’ she reflected before a light thrust made her gasp.

“Careful, kitten,” Mistress coarsely requested before Elva could close her teeth again. When Elva wrapped her lips around the tail, she complimented, “Good girl. Now, if you can keep your hips just like that, I can make you feel very nice, my kitten.”

With a slight shove, her quaking worsened while Elva struggled to lick the musky bulge. Quaking as she was tenderly groped and caressed, her thoughts grew dark while her chest burned. Too overwhelmed, she grasped the appendage instead of the sheets when it brushed her hand. Mistress twitched and pushed harshly; Elva convulsed while her muffled cries cracked.

Oblivious to her Mistress moaning, Elva’s breath was taken when two powerful thrusts shocked her core. Elva could hardly remain awake as a warm euphoria flowed with her climactic release. But, as Saoirse pulled out her tail to let Elva breathe easier, her head dropped onto the pillow. Shivering as she felt Mistress empty her, Elva nearly succumbed to ecstasy before she was tenderly held again. 

Is that better, my kitten?”

Embracing Mistress’ tail as they nuzzled, Elva barely nodded and grunted. ‘Thank—’, she couldn’t finish before falling into a blissful slumber.

—Spoiler—

I hope everyone enjoyed that passionate display, as it has closed out Act I of Wrong Side of the Bed! Already better understanding each other, Elva and Saoirse will only grow closer while their play becomes more intense through Acts II and III, so look forward to it! But first, a brief interlude before things really escalate. How do you think Elva will react when she wakes up horny? Read all about it in Chapter 17: Asleep, when Elva has to comfort herself for the first time since entering Mistress’ servitude.

—End Spoiler—

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This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes mentions of abuse (physical, emotional), sex-negativity, sexual assault and battery, depictions of severe trauma, teasing, alcohol use, humiliation, crude language (fuck), and genital mentions (breasts). Reader discretion is highly advised.

Mistress murmured gently in her restless slumber as she tightly held her tail. The sunlight left the bed before Mistress tearfully fell asleep and slumped to her side. Elva cleaned the tears away and carefully watched Mistress’ delicate face as her tight embrace comforted her. ‘It’s so warm,’ Elva reflected as the raven leather of her wings encased the pair in a thick blanket.

While Elva became lost in Mistress’ soft features for the first time, she realized, ‘Huh, Mistress only has one spot on her face, just under her left eye.’ Elva glanced at the back of her hand as she reflected, ‘I’m smothered in them.’ Quickly returning to Mistress’ visage, she observed, ‘It’s so close to the scar, too. I’m—glad it missed.’

The sunlight gradually became milder while Elva patiently waited for Mistress to wake up. ‘Is this what it was like for her, watching me rest?’ Elva wondered as Mistress continued to grumble and shift.

Finally, when the sun no longer shone brightly through the portal, Mistress inhaled sharply and grimaced before her eyes gently creaked open. Still clasping her tail, Mistress rubbed her lids before shyly looking at Elva. “Hey,” she meekly greeted Elva while struggling to maintain her gaze.

Somewhat startled by how timid she seemed, Elva replied, “Um, h-hello, Mistress.”

Looking away in embarrassment, Mistress softly apologized, “I, um… I’m sorry for making you wait—and for what happened earlier.”

Elva shook her head before replying, “It’s okay.” Unsure of what to say, Elva cautiously asked, “Are—you okay?”

Mistress looked down for a moment longer before slowly answering, “No. I feel a little better, but—” After closing her eyes and sighing, Mistress continued, “I suppose I owe you an explanation.”

Still watching Mistress’ worried face, Elva consoled her, “You don’t have to explain if—”

Halting Elva mid-sentence, Mistress huffed as she opened her eyes and insisted, “No, you deserve to know. Especially after all that I’ve asked of you.” She waited before continuing, “I need to ask you for one more thing, though.” Turning her head further away before glancing towards Elva, Mistress shyly asked, “Can—you call me by my name?”

Blinking as her Mistress nervously shifted her wings and fiddled with her tail, Elva eventually clarified, “Call you—Saoirse?”

Nodding and anxiously facing Elva, Mistress explained, “I—I don’t think I can tell you what I need to as your Mistress. So, I want you to view me as…a friend?” Mistress shook her head and looked away as she corrected, “Not a—a friend, I just…I-I need to hear my name, so—please call me Saoirse, Elva.”

Elva hesitated as she watched Mistress before she eventually answered, “O-okay, Mis—” Elva halted and began fidgeting as she realized her mistake. “I-I’m sorry, Mistr—,” Elva’s squirming worsened when she messed up again trying to apologize. After mumbling for a moment, Elva timidly inquired, “Ca-can I call you—Mistress Saoirse?” When met with a curious glance, Elva shyly explained, “I—i-it’s difficult, after all you’ve done for me, to—speak of you so…uhm…ungraciously?”

Huffing as she closed her eyes and shook her head, Saoirse answered with a weary smirk, “That’s fine.” Her smile quickly vanished before she nervously began, “I, um…I wasn’t—born this way. As a woman, a succubus. I…” Saoirse could hardly meet Elva’s glance as she stated, “I was born—an incubus…and raised as a man.” Elva hardly thought on her admission before she continued, “Meranarax was the name my fa—” Saoirse bit her lip and turned away before coldly stating, “Lynx gave me. My mother said it was to hide my humanity, but, to be honest, I don’t think he ever thought about me until I—well, needed more energy than my own.

“I was, um,” Saoirse paused, glancing away anxiously before trying again, “he trained me—for twelve centuries. Teaching me to be a slave master, like him, and…punish rapists.” Her voice became more unsteady when Saoirse noticed Elva seemed confused. “People who’ve committed—’sexual sins’ and have to earn ‘absolution’ before they can be pardoned—through pain and torture.”

Saoirse started shaking while tears swelled again before she began anew, “The first time I was allowed to torture a ‘sinner’ when I was—twenty, I thought it felt—good? But, then Lynx—always—pushed me to punish them further… to ‘finish their lesson’.” Suddenly Saoirse became quiet while her eyes trembled. Elva questioned her Mistress’ whisper as she quivered and let go of her tail to cover her ears, “Oh, Brigit, their screams when I…”

As Saoirse’s eyes tearfully shut and body clutched, her wings pulled Elva closer while she sobbed, “I didn’t know—I had a choice.” Elva couldn’t find a way to hold her before Saoirse shook and cried, “But it was never enough for—! E—every time! Until I—felt their pain! I—I didn’t know I could—feel another’s suffering until—!”

Before she could speak further, Saoirse fell into a wail that left Elva questioning as she reached out, ‘What should I—’

Taking Elva’s hands as her eyes peered open, Saoirse choked while she continued, “When I learned I had a choice—that I didn’t have to torture people, I…I tried to leave. I—,” Saoirse sniffled, struggling to clean her eyes and hold Elva, “I told him ‘I want to be on my own’ and I-I thought he’d—!” Falling into a sob before she could continue, Saoirse clenched Elva’s fingers as she bawled, “She didn’t deserve ‘absolution’ but he still—all because I ‘added to her sins’!”

When Saoirse clutched herself in lament, Elva tried to hold her close while hesitantly stroking her hair. Saoirse’s horns nearly rested around her neck as she dropped into Elva’s bust, though she hardly noticed as her Mistress’ bellows seemed to calm. Slowly Saoirse quieted while she tightly held Elva back, and while her breathing stilled, Elva cautiously asked, “Mistress—Saoirse, who is ‘she’?”

Her gaze gradually raised as Saoirse affectionately whispered, “Aileene. My first slave.” The light smile that brightened her cheeks faded when she corrected, “My only slave.”

With the brief pause, Elva couldn’t help but compare again, ‘Bright, like—’

“Like your name, Elva,” Saoirse plainly finished her thought. “You remind me of her. Quite a lot, actually. How scared you were, your habits—the things you enjoy. Oh, Brigit, you even look—so much like her.” Before she could continue, Saoirse pulled herself back into Elva’s chest as she began tearing up again. “I never hurt her,” her muffled voice quietly sobbed as she held Elva tighter. “Not once. I was so—sick of that taste. But I always felt her fear anyway. And then—,” Saoirse’s voice shuddered as she began shaking. Suddenly gasping, Saoirse couldn’t speak until she took several wheezing breaths. “Then he—he found us—in bed, like this, and he—he tortured her—and made me watch. I—,” falling into despair as her wailing began again, Saoirse cried out, “She didn’t deserve it! I—I couldn’t save her! Wh-when I tried, he—he did this to me and I—I ran away!!” Breaking down in Elva’s embrace, Saoirse painfully confessed, “I ran away before that monster killed me and I left her there!”

Slowly understanding her Mistress as she wept into her breasts, Elva quietly held Saoirse while her wails worsened. Elva ignored her own pounding heart and unease as Saoirse wrapped her tattered wings around them in a comforting embrace. Saoirse’s voice gradually quieted to a sniffle as the sun rose further and Elva nearly thought she’d fallen asleep again before her head lifted. “I’m sorry,” she quietly said before meeting Elva’s gaze.

As Saoirse let go to dry her eyes, Elva tried to console her, “You don’t have to apologize, Mistress Saoirse.”

“I do, though,” Saoirse insisted with a huff before closing her eyes. “I’ve put you in so much danger just by keeping you here and—oh, Brigit, doing everything I’ve done to you.”

Elva asserted, “But, I-I’ve consented to everything and—enjoyed it. Why would that put me in danger?”

Saoirse sighed before answering, “I really wish I knew. I just know Lynx scorns pleasure and that the entire time I was with him, he never let me…try to be me. Then he rejected me when I actually…” After shaking her head with a huff, Saoirse started again with a light smile, “My mother, on the other hand, they—” After freezing for a few heartbeats, Saoirse’s face fell in the sheets, where she promptly groaned in frustration.

“What’s wrong, Mistress Saoirse,” Elva perked up to ask while anxiously waiting for her grumbling to cease.

Her head came up as she tiredly mumbled, “Why did I have to bring them up?” Begrudgingly unwrapping them and pushing herself upright, Saoirse reluctantly announced, “My mother is here,” just before they heard the same metallic chime from earlier.

Blinking in surprise, Elva had to repeat, “Your mother?” as Saoirse reached out for her. Taking her hand and climbing off the bed, Elva asked, “Do—I need to hide?”

Saoirse grumpily answered, “There’s no point,” as she led Elva to the rightmost exit. “My mother is clairvoyant. I’d be shocked if they didn’t already know you were here.” As Saoirse opened the door, Elva saw a dim hallway with beautiful dresses lining both walls. Tightly pulling her wings in as she passed through the wide opening, Saoirse let go and stepped in alone while running her fingers along the articles. Halting soon, Saoirse turned to the left and grasped the sleeve of a white and green dress. “I swear to Brigit if…” she mumbled while pulling it from the row and approaching Elva. “Please, try this on,” she requested before handing it over.

As Elva took the vested garb, she first marveled at the unbelievable softness before holding it to herself. When she looked back up, the thin room became gently lit with purplish lights before the door swung nearly closed. Returning to the garment, Elva slipped her robe off and dropped it to the ground before pulling the skirt over her head. It snugly slipped down her frame as Elva lifted her arms into the sleeves, settling comfortable on her shoulders when her head emerged.

After buttoning the snow-white inner-dress up to her neck then closing the moss-green vest, Elva briefly tried to examine herself before looking towards the reflection on the far wall. Hastily stepping past the bed as the lights brightened, Elva gasped as she saw herself mirrored on the short dresser. Coming closer to see the details, Elva admired the goldish knots sewn all over the outer-dress before flushing when she realized they matched those woven into her collar.

“It’s beautiful,” Elva stated as she turned herself, admiring how the loose, frilled sleeves hung off her wrists. Noticing how easily the skirt lifted as she pivoted, Elva cautiously smirked before twisting on her toes. Widely grinning as it furled out with her spin, Elva stopped abruptly and giggled as it snugly wrapped around her legs before settling.

“Well?” Saoirse calmly called out from the dressing room, “how does it fit, kitten?”

Elva had to look at her beaming face as she gleefully answered, “It fits perfectly, Mistress!”

Suddenly Saoirse shouted in annoyance and screamed something that Elva couldn’t understand. The door swung open a moment later and Saoirse stormed out muttering, “Do I have to have another talk with them about staying out of my fucking future?” Huffing impatiently as she finished tying the halter of her black dress, Saoirse took a deep breath before her face relaxed. Looking at Elva while donning a warming smile, Saoirse remarked with a pleased sigh, “You look lovely, Elva.”

Turning away bashfully, Elva glanced over her Mistress as she replied, “Thank you.” Saoirse’s hair and eyes were still the splendorous mixture, yet she had retracted her wings and horns. All her scars had vanished—though her sleeved garment might have covered most of them anyway—and Elva could clearly see the singular mark under her left eye. “Y-you look beautiful too, Mistress Saoirse.”

“Thank you, Elva,” she kindly replied while offering her left hand. “Come,” she reluctantly insisted. “I suppose I have to introduce you to my mother.”

When their fingers interlaced, Elva flushed and easily let Saoirse tug her to the exit. Startled by how quiet their brisk steps were, she glanced down and noticed her Mistress was barefoot. ‘I thought she seemed shorter,’ Elva quietly reflected as she briefly glanced back up. Too allured by her toes as they curled with each step, Elva nearly missed something black poke out behind Saoirse’s heel. ‘Is that—’ Elva briefly wondered before shaking the thought off, too embarrassed to think about what Saoirse’s tail felt like as they entered the corridor.

Their path to the steps was tranquil as Elva watched Saoirse’s unbound hair sway behind her. Before Elva realized they had reached the warmly lit sitting room, Saoirse sharply turned right into a long hallway with a pair of wooden doors at the end. Their padded footsteps echoed softly until they nearly reached the entry, and as Saoirse let go of Elva, she turned back to request, “Wait here for a moment.”

Elva only had to wait a few heartbeats for the gateway to be opened while a pair of red hands lunged through the gap. “Are you okay??” an older woman with a deep, kind voice questioned as she wrapped her arms around Saoirse’s head.

“I’m fine, mother,” Saoirse insisted as she pushed away. “You could have gotten here before Lynx if you were that concerned about me.”

There was a flash of reddish light on Saoirse’s cheek while her mother whispered something and then softly replied, “You know I don’t have that much control over my visions, little dove.” When the glow faded, her bruise was nearly gone. Saoirse gently embraced her as she added, “I’m so glad to see you again, sweetie. It’s been so long.”

Saoirse huffed wearily before she commented, “It doesn’t feel like it. Seems like I just saw you a few days ago.”

“I’m so sorry, my dove,” she said woefully before Saoirse stepped away. “I hope you’re feeling a little better now.” Before Saoirse could answer, her mother continued, “Well, I hate to insist, but you know I need to be invited in.”

As she opened the door further, Saoirse replied, “Of course. Please, come in, Brighid.”

“Thank you, dove,” replied a stouter woman wearing a dress similar to Elva’s with auburn hair curling down to her hips. As the gateway swung open, Brighid quickly looked towards Elva before her bright green eyes lit up as she pushed past Saoirse. Loudly hooting as she dashed inside with open arms, she tightly embraced Elva and lifted her up while spinning her around. “Oh, Brigit,” she gleefully shouted as she twisted in circles, “this is the ‘little light’ that woke up my dove!!”

Stunned as her world was turned about again and again, Elva tried not to shriek as she struggled to introduce herself, “H-h-he-llo! I-I’m Elva!”

Finally slowing and setting Elva on the ground with a firm hug, Brighid excitedly commented, “Oh, of course you are, my little light!” Hardly kept standing as she became aware of her dizziness, Elva tried to focus as Saoirse’s mother commented, “I’m Brighid, darling.”

“Brig-hid?” Elva questioned as Saoirse gently held her shoulders. After shaking her head, Elva tried to ask, “I-I’m sorry—not Brigit, right?”

Sharply giggling as Elva fell into Saoirse’s embrace, Brighid remarked, “Our family’s hearth goddess! My mother was very devout.” Briskly walking down the hallway without them, Brighid loudly announced, “I’m using your kitchen, darling! I’ll prepare ambrosia!”

Saoirse’s hug seemed to relax as she sighed, “Oh, Brigit, could I go for—wine?!” Shouting as she let Elva go to race after Brighid, Saoirse insisted, “No! Mother, don’t give Elva wine!’

“She’ll be twenty two at the beginning of next month!” Brighid quickly retorted as she rounded the corner. “She’s more than capable of deciding if she wants a glass or two!”

Unsteadily following her Mistress while she rushed away, Elva stumbled before finding her feet as Saoirse insisted, “That’s not the—!” Saoirse stopped and rubbed her eyes as she questioned, “Mother, how do you—!”

“It’s Lammas, do something special!!” Brighid interrupted Saoirse to mention.

“Would you—!” Saoirse yelled in frustration before Elva could reach her. Stomping out of view, Saoirse stated, “You know what, I’m not even going to ask how you know that. We’re not drinking—!”

Snapping back as Elva came past the steps, Brighid rebutted, “You’ll feel better with the energy. Or were you planning on playing with her more after your father showed up like that?” The two were already in the kitchen as Elva approached while Brighid was holding three translucent containers within her fingers. Saoirse stood before her, stunned as she covered her face and groaned with embarrassment. “It’s raspberry,” Brighid mentioned as a reddish drink started collecting in the roundish cup she offered.

Saoirse slowly glanced up before taking the container with a huff. Waiting until it was nearly filled to the brim, Saoirse swiftly brought it to her lips and swallowed it all in a long swig. Lightly coughing as she held the empty glass before her, Saoirse waited with resignation as she received more wine.

When Saoirse walked away in shame, Brighid chuckled and turned to Elva with a smile as she asked, “Now Elva, surely you learned to make wine for potions, yes?”

As she took the glass that Brighid handed her, Elva explained, “Well, Móra said not to drink any until my eighteenth summer.” Shivering when she recalled her concoction, Elva nearly stuck out her tongue as she remembered, “But it tasted so awful I never tried it again.”

Giggling as a red layer touched the bottom of the glass, Brighid commented, “This should taste much better than that, little light.”

Cautiously bringing the cup to her lips, Elva tipped it up and tasted the drink before pursing her lips. Thankfully it wasn’t sour like her own attempt, but Elva hesitated to remark, “It’s tasty, but—too bitter.”

Trading Elva’s glass with the empty one, Brighid replied with a soft grin, “My apologies, little light.” As a brighter wine filled it, Brighid said, “Here, strawberry will taste much sweeter, dear.”

When it filled, Elva brought the drink to her nose and noticed, ‘It does smell sweeter...’ Curious, Elva quickly tasted the new wine before tilting the glass and taking large gulps. ‘It’s so sweet!’ Elva thought in awe as she swiftly drank the rest, ignoring Brighid’s snickers until Saoirse gasped.

“Elva!” Saoirse nearly shouted as she tenderly grasped her wrist. “You’re not supposed to—” she more quietly tried to explain before Brighid took the empty glass from Elva’s fingers.

Flustered and flushed, Elva looked to her Mistress as she apologized, “I-I’m sorry, I—saw you and—”

Gently hushing them both as she handed Elva a half-full glass, Brighid gushed, “She’s fine, dove! It’s just a little wine!” Noticing Elva wobbling before holding her head, she chuckled, “You should sit the little light down before she trips, though. I’ll have supper ready soon!”

Saoirse gently held Elva’s side as she turned her back towards the sitting room. Feeling slightly dizzy, Elva comfortably leaned into her Mistress as she was led to a sofa. She sat down before Saoirse with a soft thud and eagerly took a sip of the delicious wine with a wide grin as her chest warmed up. Saoirse eased herself into the cushion with a heavy sigh as she took a large drink from her glass. “Your mother, she’s nice,” Elva commented as she noticed a growing fragrance that nearly made her feel hungry.

Huffing again as her head fell back, Saoirse gratingly replied, “They are. Too nice, sometimes.”

When Saoirse didn’t say anything else, Elva tried to ignore the light commotion behind them to ask, “So, she said her mo—”

“They, Elva,” Saoirse sternly interrupted while covering her eyes, “please don’t be rude.”

Brighid jubilantly called from the kitchen, “I don’t mind, dearie, but thank you for thinking about me!” Melodramatically hunching over, Saoirse held her face and grumbled before drinking the rest of her wine. As Elva watched the glass lower, it quickly filled as Brighid stepped up to them carrying a pinkish plate wafting a delectable scent. “Here you are, little doves,” they joyfully commented while setting the dish on a wooden table before them and handed each of them a smaller dish.

After Elva took her dish, she watched her Mistress reach out first to eagerly take one of several brownish wedges and a few yellow slivers from a pile. Before she took any, Elva curiously inquired, “What is this?”

“Soda bread and cheese,” Brighid answered as they collected some on their plate and sat in an adjacent armchair.

Looking at Saoirse as she ate the two together with a satisfied grunt, Elva cautiously took a piece of warm bread and nibbled the end. Quickly taking a bigger bite after sampling the tasty morsel, Elva moaned as well while she reflected, ‘This is delicious!’ Reaching for a slice of cheese before she finished chewing, Elva quickly bit into it and sighed as the smooth texture and mild flavor added to the comfort of the bread.

With a pleased groan as she reached for more, Saoirse inquired, “What cheese is this, gouda?”

Answering with a grunt of approval as they nodded, Brighid first covered their lips before excitedly saying, “Yes, dove, your favorite! I thought Elva would enjoy it too!” Turning to Elva, Brighid asked with a wide smirk, “What do you think, little light?”

Her mouth full with a fresh bite, Elva smiled while she thought, ‘It’s wonderful!’ When she noticed Brighid wasn’t replying, Elva flinched and chewed quicker before swiftly swallowing. After drinking the rest of her wine to wet her throat, Elva bashfully repeated, “I-it’s wonderful! Thank you, Brighid!”

Chuckling as Elva’s glass filled again, Brighid promptly replied, “You’re quite welcome, dear. And please, there’s no need to be so formal. Feel free to call me mother.”

Saoirse began choking on her food as she held her mouth closed. Wide eyed before swiftly drinking the rest of her wine, Saoirse gently shook her head while she implored, “Please don’t.”

Brighid’s cackling heightened as they took a sip of their own cup. “I’m teasing, dove. Please relax a little.”

“I am relaxed,” Saoirse insisted in a fluster as her glass began filling again, “you are the one being an instigator!”

Laughing Saoirse off, Brighid remarked, “I am not! I only want little light to be comfortable, dove.”

“Just,” she anxiously stressed, “don’t make her so comfortable, please.” Seemingly defeated, Saoirse slumped over and cradled her head while nursing her drink.

Looking back at Elva with an amused chuckle, Brighid remarked, “You were asking about my mother. Yes, she was a witch, as my dove mentioned.” Taking a drink with Saoirse as she groaned, they continued, “Roisin. She was brilliant, taught me all the witchcraft I know, even if I can’t perform it well. I suppose her passing wasn’t so unexpected for a mortal of her time, but I still miss her so. Saoirse never had a chance to meet her, unfortunately.” Looking down as their eyes finally turned sullen, they quietly commented, “Perhaps if she were still with us, Saoirse’s transition would have been, well—less—”

Grunting with their pause, Saoirse tiredly tried to halt them, “Mother.”

“I’m sorry, dove,” Brighid curtly remarked, “but do you want to explain more about yourself today or do you want someone else who understands some of what you went through to give you a break?”

Huffing as her eyes shut and her head fell in resignation, Saoirse conceded, “No, you can—explain.” Grabbing another few slices of cheese, Saoirse silently slumped back and gulped some wine before munching on her food.

Sighing and shaking their head, Brighid continued, “When I found Saoirse after what happened between Meranlynx and Aileene, the poor thing had somehow flown all the way to Jerne—Éire more or less, if you’re familiar with the name of our homeland—quite a ways away in the Outer Key. I’d never been much of a healer, but—” As they paused and took a drink, Brighid’s tone became more careful when they continued, “Well, five days without proper attention caused a great deal of scarring. Regardless of her injuries, changing Saoirse’s biology afterwards wasn’t easy—and it didn’t go as planned either.”

First glancing at Saoirse, who quickly ate her food and eagerly drank more, Elva cautiously asked, “What—didn’t go as planned?”

Brighid’s grin faded as they answered, “Changing Saoirse from an incubus into a succubus. We thought we wrote the spell correctly, but it wasn’t painless and—had side-effects.” Before Elva had a chance to ask, Brighid answered, “Saoirse lost her natural energy in the process and for a long time—a very long time—”

“Four centuries,” Saoirse tiredly whispered before taking a large drink of wine.

Elva guessed Brighid didn’t hear as they continued, “—she felt constant agony from her physical changes. All she wanted to do was sleep, but that was hardly easy. She experienced other side-effects too—Oh!” they suddenly hooted before standing up and setting their plate down. Rushing into the kitchen just before there was a strange ting, Brighid exclaimed, “The cake is ready!”

Elva hardly questioned when her glass slowly filled after she took another sip. Her sight seemed fuzzy as she glanced back to the platter and took another few slices of cheese. Saoirse also reached forward as Elva cautiously asked, “What were the other effects?”

Heavily sighing as she slumped into the sofa, Saoirse took another drink before tiredly answering, “Well, the transformation didn’t change me quite like I’d hoped. Only incubi have horns, but instead of losing mine, they grew longer, just like my wings. My pheromones were brand new to me and, not only did I still have my aphrodisiacs, they smelled different and plagued me at night.” As she glared at her glass, Saoirse remarked, “For so long I smelled raspberries all day—and it was hardly relaxing—while with the moonrise it felt like the fresh scent of lavender drove my desire mad.”

“Mad is putting it lightly, dove!” Brighid corrected her from the kitchen. “You couldn’t stand to have anyone around you, especially me!”

Huffing before she mutely retorted, “You don’t need to put it so bluntly,” Saoirse quietly continued after taking a large drink. “But I’m not sure if that was worse or how sharper my mind reading became. I used to be able to control whose thoughts I read, but afterwards—” Gently rubbing her temples, Saoirse chugged the rest of her wine before pointing out, “Do you hear the songbirds outside?” Turning to the wide portals before them, Elva quietly listened to their light chirping while observing the warm, dimming sun before nodding in agreement.

“All they sing about is fucking.” Before Elva could look confused, Saoirse elaborated, “Having sex, being one. That’s all they ever sing about! I thought frogs were bad when I first heard them, but the birds are so much worse!” Groaning as she drank more of her filled glass, Saoirse finished, “It’s so distracting!”

Returning with three new platters, Brighid tiredly remarked, “I thought I needed to be careful with my thoughts when Saoirse had to look me in the eye. Oh, the things that cross your mind when you think no one is listening.”

Saoirse quietly grumbled as she took a dish while Elva scrambled to put down her nearly finished plate and glass first. Elva examined the multilayered item before she noticed strawberry slices within the white, fluffy layers. “What is this?” she asked while picking up the metallic fork.

Already cutting into theirs, Brighid answered, “Strawberry shortcake,” before eating a large mouthful.

Hardly needing convincing after watching Saoirse eagerly consume her portion, Elva tried to collect some on her utensil and sampled it. She instantly moaned in pleasure while biting into the soft cake, savoring the new, sweet flavors with a wide grin as the strawberries blended in. “This is delicious!” Elva remarked before quickly taking her next bite.

With a pleased hum, Brighid soon replied, “Thank you, little light. I’m sure Saoirse can make it for you again sometime.” They ate their delicacy in relative silence until Brighid commented, “It’s so nice we’re able to talk, Elva. I never got the chance to meet Saph or Aileene; Meranlynx kept me out of Saoirse’s life after he started training her. Oh, and to think you’re a witch of Éire and a disciple of Brigit.”

Quickly finishing her mouthful, Elva held her questions back as she tried to explain, “Well, I-I guess I’m a witch, but Móra wasn’t able to teach me much Wiccacant before—she—” Elva shyly looked away before she could finish; the pleasant warmth that muddled her thoughts kept her from feeling as anxious about remembering.

Brighid softly shushed Elva as they said, “I’m sorry, dearie. I didn’t mean to bring up something so delicate.” Quickly shifting the subject, Brighid mentioned, “I taught Saoirse Wiccacant when she was younger. Such a poetic language, I wasn’t surprised how much she enjoyed it after her interest in Saph’s poetry. It’s a shame our connection to witchcraft is so tied to our wiccan blood or Saoirse would be a natural, I’m sure.”

Elva finished her last bite of cake as she interjected, “I-I’m sorry, who is Saph?”

Looking back at her with a confused glance, Brighid remarked, “The Poetess. Surely Saoirse has sung you some of their lyrics by now! They’re all Saoirse would sing when she was growing up, though after—”

“Mother,” Saoirse insisted as she set her plate down. “Can you please allow me a little privacy! I’ll—talk about Saph myself, so please, just—continue.” After picking her glass back up, Saoirse glanced away before taking a large drink with a deep blush .

Leaning back into their armchair, Brighid said, “Sorry, dove. I only meant to say their mother tongue is quite beautiful, and you took it up well after you met them.” Brighid looked back to Elva before she remarked, “I’m sure Saoirse will be a wonderful mentor to teach you Wiccacant, but if you ever wish to talk with someone else who grew up on Éire, I want you to know you can always reach out to me. I can perform a little more witchcraft than Saoirse, so perhaps I can provide some ass—”

“Mother!’ Saoirse practically shouted, nearly spilling her wine as she lurched forward. “Please. Elva and I only have a one week contract, so—please don’t make her so comfortable yet.”

Elva felt her heart sink a bit while she reflected, ‘Not even a week, now.’ After taking a drink, she watched Brighid’s expression turn indifferent as they closed their eyes and sipped from their glass.

After a drawn out pause, Brighid glanced over Saoirse before giving Elva a curious look. With a sly smile and a quick wink, Brighid looked at Saoirse and inquired, “Just a week?”

Saoirse glared at Brighid while she replied, “That’s what we’ve agreed to.” Carefully bringing her glass to her lips, Saoirse asked before taking a drink, “What are you insinuating?”

“I’m insinuating,” Brighid quietly stated, “that for a girl that will only be here a week, you were awfully eager to get your tail wet.”

Spitting out her wine and choking before wiping her mouth, Saoirse swiftly stood up and shrieked, “Get out!!”

“What did you want me to say?!” Brighid implored with a shrug as Saoirse pushed them out of their chair. “It’s been flicking from under your dress all afternoon! Did you not notice your hair was natural?!”

Glancing at her locks for only a heartbeat, Saoirse gaped before directing them towards the entry hallway and repeating, “Get out!”

Elva struggled to stand up through her daze to see them pass around the corner. ‘Oh, Brigit,’ Elva reflected with a heavy blush as she stumbled after them, ‘I suppose her tail did get wet when she—’

Shuddering and feeling needy as she began to recall, Elva only snapped up to continue her pursuit as Saoirse loudly insisted, “I didn’t ask for your advice! Get out!”

Rounding the corner as they reached the door, Brighid persisted, “At least take these; you’ll run out of canvas soon!” They pushed a few tiny bottles into Saoirse’s dress and added with a giggle, “And those are for if you doves need to sober up soon!”

“OUT!!” Saoirse screeched as she threw the gateway open and pushed Brighid through.

Before falling from her hazed view, Brighid quickly urged, “Move your ring instead of fiddling with it so much!”

The exit slammed shut as Saoirse gruffed and leaned against the wood. She seemed to relax as Elva approached, but she gradually fell to her knees before turning around, slamming her back flat against the gateway. Tiredly sighing as she held her head and brought her knees up, Saoirse quietly asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to find a more competent Mistress?”

Feeling her heart throb, Elva held her hands and insisted, “Please don’t ask me that.” Even as Saoirse held herself tighter, Elva came closer and persisted, “I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for your help and kindness.” When she reached Saoirse and knelt in front of her, Elva warmly embraced her to add, “And, I don’t regret—anything that’s happened between us, Mistress Saoirse. So, please don’t worry about me so much.”

Saoirse sighed as she tilted into Elva’s hug and whispered, “Just, don’t regret saying that later.”

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I hope everyone is feeling a little more relaxed, because we only have a little more exposition before the sexy-times return! What about Saoirse’s relationship with Saph is so personal that she won’t talk about it in front of her mother? Elva learns about Saoirse’s first love and self-discovery in Chapter 16: Kitten.

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This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of severe trauma, abuse (physical, emotional), discrimination (transphobia, sexism, racial (humans, hybrids), religious (Paganism)), sex-negativity, crude language (mongrel, ass, bastard, bitch, queer, slut, whore, fuck), minor bleeding, consensual intoxication, biting, vaginal play (tail penetration), and genital mentions (cock, cunt, tits, breasts, nipple, slit). Reader discretion is HIGHLY advised and a summary of disturbing events will be provided.

The strange singing of a sprightly sparrow gently pulled Elva from her restful slumber. Elva squinted and winced with a grumble as she became aware of the morning light shining on her. After squirming in her warming cuddle, Elva more carefully peeked her eyes open to see the room was only lit by sunlight. The far wall and cabinet were draped in shadow while the orbs on the ceiling were still extinguished.

Suddenly Elva was tenderly squeezed tighter before she heard Mistress whisper, “Good morning, kitten.”

Feeling her heart flutter at the songful sound of her name, Elva swiftly turned her head to find Mistress looking at her caringly. Somewhat startled by waking up next to another person, Elva hesitantly replied while turning to her other side, “Oh, g-good morning, Mistress.”

As Elva met Mistress’ gaze, her eyes softened as she asked, “Did you sleep well?”

Humming and nodding in approval, Elva closed her eyes as she nuzzled into Mistress’ clutches before remarking, “I—don’t think I’ve ever slept so comfortably—or peacefully.” When her eyes opened again, Elva flushed as she realized Mistress’ chest was at her nose.

Before she could shyly pull away, Mistress pulled Elva in and rhythmically moaned as she became enveloped. “I’m so glad, my kitten,” Mistress cooed as she nestled Elva despite her bashful squirming.

Struggling to pull away as her cheeks grew even hotter, Elva lifted her head to mutter, “Um, did-did you sleep—well, Mistress?”

Met with an enthused embrace and a pleased groan, Elva could only stare wide-eyed inside Mistress’ cleavage as she answered, “I slept wonderfully, kitten. It’s been so long since I shared a warm bed.”

Too flustered to fight against Mistress, Elva could only shiver, “I-I liked—that too.” When Elva started heating up from the snug ensnarement, she timidly added, “I, um—I enjoyed—last night, Mistress.”

Clutching Elva tightly before finally easing her grasp, Mistress met Elva’s blushed gaze when she replied, “I’m glad you did, kitten.” Her softened smile turned mischievous as she leaned in to ask, “Do you want to know one of the best things about waking up next to you, kitten?”

Elva felt her heart pound as she looked up at Mistress’ grin. “Uhm, w-what is it, Mistress?” she hesitantly asked.

Mistress’ smirk widened while her eyes peered before she whispered in Elva’s ear, “Being able to eat breakfast in bed.” Elva’s eyes widened as Mistress leaned back and licked her lips.

Anxiously fidgeting in Mistress’ embrace, Elva reflected with a shiver of anticipation, ‘I guess that—makes me breakfast.’ Unable to speak as Mistress giggled and climbed on top of her, Elva’s chest quickly grew hot as she was turned face up.

Looking up at Mistress thrilled Elva as the sunbeams left strong shadows over her face and chest. Elva shuddered as Mistress slowly leaned down with parted lips, closing her eyes with a shiver as their noses touched. For several throbbing heartbeats, Elva waited with haggard breath for Mistress to embrace her.

When her kiss didn’t come, Elva cautiously opened her eyes to find Mistress wide-eyed and shaking. “No, no, no, no, no,” she quietly muttered through uneven breaths while leaning away. As she sat back on Elva’s legs, clenching her trembling shoulders while glancing around before holding her head, Mistress continued in a panic, “This ca-this can’t be happening. Not-not today. Not the third day.”

Mistress’ breathing became more ragged while Elva propped herself up and nervously asked, “What’s wrong, Mistress?” When she didn’t immediately answer, Elva reflected, ‘I’ve never seen Mistress like—,’ before a loud, metallic sound drew their focus to the exit.

With choked breaths, Mistress looked back to Elva when she fearfully remarked, “My father is here.”

Before Elva could finish inquiring, “Your—”, her wrist was tightly gripped as Mistress pulled her upright.

Mistress exclaimed, “You have to hide!” as she swiftly stood on the bed. Practically dragging Elva to her feet, Mistress landed on the rug with a thump as she continued, “If he finds you or learns what we’ve been doing, he will judge you for our sins and—” Mistress didn’t finish as she made sure Elva found her feet with a nervous glance.

In the brief pause as she climbed off the bunk, Elva tried to implore, “Wait, what do you—,” before Mistress tugged her again.

As she hastily led Elva to the empty wall right of the entrance, Mistress implored, “I don’t have time to explain right now, but please trust me, Elva.” Reaching out to seemingly nothing, Mistress grasped something out of thin air while a new doorway suddenly coalesced into existence. Quickly swinging it open, Mistress nearly threw Elva into the dark room as she explained, “You should be safe here. There are wards that keep him from entering the house, but this closet has extra protections if he does get in.” When she let go of Elva’s hand and began closing the exit, Mistress first blew into her palms and conjured faint glows that coalesced into a ball of swirling pink and purple hues. As she handed it to Elva, she remarked, “Here, you’ll be able to hear me through this. I’ll try to get rid of him as fast as I can.”

Dumbfounded as the orb floated between her palms, Elva quickly tried to implore before the door closed, “Wait, wait about—!”

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—A summary of these events will follow before the chapter continues—

In a thunderous boom that shook the home and startled the songbirds, a coarse voice bellowed out, “Meranarax!! Get your filthy mongrel ass down here, now!!”

Suddenly shivering and speechless as she shrinked, Elva struggled to take in Mistress’ cringe before she meekly remarked, “You’ll hear him too,” and silently closed her in.

As the door vanished into a mist, Elva tried to catch her breath as she stared at the mystical sphere. ‘Meran-ar… Mon-grel—’ Elva nervously contemplated before a strange whirl and flourish of lights grasped her attention.

Elva didn’t have to wait longer before the glows sharpened as the sphere clearly spoke Mistress’ voice, “I told you to never come back here, Lynx. Leave, now.”

In a quieter but no less harsh voice, Lynx stated, “Don’t talk to me like that, you bastard. It’s father or Meranlynx, Meranarax.”

“As if you have any right to call yourself my father,” Mistress snapped. “And I told you not to call me that anymore. It’s Saoirse. SEER-shə. It was twelve hundred years ago when you last invaded my life and I know you know enough Gaelic to—”

A blunt sound halted Mistress’ words as Lynx harshly remarked, “I said don’t give me that tone, boy. It’s cursing enough you make me speak in that hag’s mother tongue. And I don’t need a reminder that you traded your cock for a cunt and pair of tits; your appearance is offensive enough. At least you healed those unsightly scars and hid that disgusting tail. The red all over sure is tacky, though.”

In a more restrained voice, Mistress quickly retorted, “As if I ever asked for your opinion. If you’re done, leave.”

“Oh, I’m hardly done,” Lynx coldly stated. “I have business here, Meranarax. Who did you steal her from?”

Elva felt her heart shiver before Mistress retorted, “There’s no one here besides me, and I haven’t stolen anyone. Not as if that gives you any business here anyway.”

Lynx demanded, “Don’t try and lie to me. I know you haven’t returned to the Auction House and there’s no other way you could have gotten her otherwise.”

“I said,” Mistress sharply insisted, “no one is he—”

Another dull noise quieted Mistress again. “I said don’t,” Lynx sternly reminded her with an emphasis that shook Elva’s feet, “lie to me. Filthy queer, just like that hag bitch that birthed you, thinking you can keep secrets from me. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize that fucking stench anywhere? Did you swipe a whore this time?” Elva’s shivering intensified as Lynx continued questioning, “Or was she a virgin too? Did you not learn your lesson last time? Are you training the girl to be a slut just like that brat Ai—”

Before Elva could speculate his implications, Mistress shouted over him, “There’s no one here! And even if there were, you’d have no claim to them! Now leave!!”

There was a long pause where Elva’s heart seemed to halt before Lynx bluntly urged, “You should stop adding to her sins. Turn her in to be judged before you both regret it again.”

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Before Elva could finish her question, a deep voice called out as loud as thunder for someone named Meranarax while using indelicate words Elva didn’t understand. After cringing and informing the now terrified Elva the orb would speak his voice too, Mistress locked her in the panic room to confront her father. While their encounter was terse, it was harrowing for Elva and left her with more questions than answers.

Mistress’ initial attempt to turn him away fell on deaf ears as Lynx first chastised Mistress for not calling him father or Meranlynx. When she attempted to tell her father to use her own preferred name, Saoirse was struck and reprimanded again. Lynx remarked on his distaste for her mother language before insisting her feminine appearance was enough reminder of her altered genitals. Lynx commented that the only positive changes since they last met were healing her scars and hiding her tail, then remarked her choice of red all over as tacky.

Still refusing to be turned away, Lynx finally insinuated Mistress stole a slave from another master and demanded she be turned over. Mistress’ insistence that she had no slaves and that Lynx had no claim to any she might have earned her another strike. Lynx then pointed out the fetid smell and began questioning Mistress’ motives in training Elva. After being denied one last time, Lynx gave an ominous warning and finally left.

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After several heartbeats, there was another mystical whirl and flourish of lights from the orb before the door reappeared. As it slowly opened and the sphere disappeared, Elva cautiously peeked through to see Mistress practically hiding herself. She carefully held her right cheek while her expression was distressed and her eyes watery. When the doorway opened, Mistress stood as if she were naked, despite her robe being tied closed. Refusing to meet Elva’s gaze, Mistress mumbled several times before hollowly muttering, “I’m—sorry you had to hear that.”

Elva couldn’t say anything as she realized how fragile her Mistress seemed. The cheek Mistress covered was not only particularly red but terribly inflamed, and Elva soon saw a drop of blood fall from her palm. “Mistress,” Elva worriedly observed as she looked back to her glistened eyes, “you’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing,” she hastily replied, turning her cheek away from Elva’s view.

Her trembling lips betrayed Mistress’ words as Elva hesitantly asked, “Are you—?”

Mistress timidly shook her head before Elva could finish, wordlessly closing her eyes before a tear fell. “I, um,” Mistress quietly explained, “I think I’m hungry from missing breakfast.”

Skeptical as she watched Mistress turn further away, Elva cautiously concluded, ‘That’s not it.’ Uncertain of how to break their growing silence, Elva quietly asked her first question, “Mistress, who’s—Mera—!”

Before Elva could finish, Mistress held both their mouths with shaking hands. As Elva looked at her wide-eyed, Mistress quietly choked, “Trade—trade—” When her head fell as her legs buckled, Mistress released Elva’s jaw to clasp her own. Struggling to take strangled breaths, Mistress fell to her knees and gently wept.

Swiftly lowering to meet her, Elva hesitantly reached her trembling hands out while nervously mumbling. ‘What do I—?’ she apprehensively thought, feeling her heart sink as tears streamed down Mistress’ cheeks. Slowly leaning forward with an uncertain whimper, Elva carefully wrapped her arms around Mistress. “Please,” Elva whispered as she pulled Mistress onto her shoulder. Though she shuddered as she glanced at Mistress’ chafed cheek and the light line coming from a bloody blemish, Elva cautiously continued, “I-I’m here for you, Mistress.” When Mistress sobs didn’t ease, Elva closed her eyes and hugged her close before adding, “Whatever you need from me, I—I’m yours, Mistress.”

Her sniffles worsened as Mistress leaned into Elva’s embrace, but after several deep breaths she began to calm some. Gradually holding back her cries, Mistress pulled away and gently peeked her eyes open. She used her sleeve to dry her eyes before finally meeting Elva’s gaze and whispering, “Then—I-I need you to do something—for me, Elva.” After taking another deep puff and looking away, Mistress reluctantly requested, “I need you—to stop me.”

Surprised by her Mistress’ request, Elva looked at her for another moment before clarifying, “Stop you?”

Slowly Mistress quietly explained, “Yesterday I pushed you too far, and you fell into a dark place because of it. You didn’t stop me then, so I need to know you can stop me, especially if you’re uncomfortable. One release, my breakfast, then you stop me. If you can’t use your safeword,” she took a heavy huff before meeting Elva’s gaze, “then I’m ending our contract—”

Suddenly wide-eyed and shivering, Elva hastily tried to interject as her heart fell again, “Wait, you can’t—”

Undeterred by the brief plea, Mistress looked away as she spoke over Elva, “And I’m sending you to my cousin. It’ll keep you safe from my father and you’ll be treated—more fairly.” As Mistress returned Elva’s anxious glare, she finished, “Please. I have to know it’s safe to play with you, because right now—I—” Instead of completing her statement, Mistress glanced down in a wheeze before starting again, “Please, if you’re going to stay here, I need this, Elva.”

All Elva could do was stare, agape at Mistress’ trembling eyes and pouting lips. ‘I-if I—can’t—,’ she nervously swallowed as it seemed like the small closet was closing in on her, holding Mistress’ world away from her. Feeling her unlife halted by her decision, Elva apprehensively nodded yes.

Her gaze gradually steadied as Mistress took a number of puffs. She closed her eyes for a moment before she shared Elva’s hug with unsteady hands. As Mistress caressed the nape of Elva’s neck and held her back, she sighed heavily before looking at Elva and calmly asking, “What’s your safeword, kitten?”

Her heart painfully throbbed at the ardent sound of the nickname she’d grown fond of. Elva shivered into Mistress’ touch as her eyes peered before she hesitantly whispered, “T-teardrop.”

No sooner did Mistress pull Elva into a passionate embrace, firmly gripping her hair and sending shivers across her skin as their chests met. Hesitantly groaning into her kiss at first, Elva’s quivers softened and she eagerly sought Mistress’ tongue as her mouth opened. Slowly her tremors relaxed as the taste turned fruity, and Elva’s mind steadily felt at ease while Mistress warmed her.

When Elva’s moans heightened, Mistress abruptly pulled away and released Elva’s hair. Her eyes went wide as Mistress grasped her waist tighter, and as she yipped in surprise, Mistress took Elva over her shoulder and swiftly stood up. Backing away to close the closet before Elva could grasp her new orientation, Mistress smoothly turned around, reaching the rug within a few hurried steps. Distracted by the rush from her firm handling, Elva yelped again when Mistress threw her on the bed.

Landing on the plump cushion with a soft thud and a strong huff, Elva breathlessly peeked from her flinch as she felt Mistress climb over her. Speechless as Mistress straddled her and took her wrists, Elva could only look long enough to meet her lips again before they were tenderly bit. Writhing under Mistress’ grasp, Elva shrilled as each lip was delicately worked until finally Mistress moved to her neck.

Instead of the bite she anticipated, Mistress firmly kissed Elva and tightly pulled her skin until she squealed. Mistress soon released Elva only to grasp her again below the collar, worsening her wriggling and needful cries. When Mistress’ mouth was wide open as she came down again, Elva gently gasped as she was hesitantly scraped only to be kissed again.

Squirming even harder under Mistress’ weight, Elva bit her lip as she wondered, ‘Why is Mistress being so—gentle?’ As if to prove Elva wrong, Mistress finally opened her jaw and gnawed on Elva’s shoulder. Hardly yelping at the tender hold, Elva tugged against Mistress’ grasp as her need grew. ‘She’s not,’ Elva reflected when the next nibble was milder, ‘hurting me.’ Feeling frustrated as Mistress continued to tease her, Elva hesitantly whispered, “Mistress, you—don’t have to hold back. I—I’m not afraid.”

With her words, Mistress held Elva unsteadily as her jaw trembled and her breath quivered. After taking several wheezing gasps, Mistress opened her mouth briefly before sinking back into Elva’s skin.

Elva was left breathless as she felt a dozen distinct stabs, shaking as the pleasant sting seemed to reach her heart. When Mistress held her, Elva desperately began whining through choked breaths as her chest burned and her legs thrashed. When Elva’s head felt as light as her whimpers, Mistress released her and let her gasp deeply.

Slowly catching her breath, Elva eventually pried her eyes open after her wrists were released. Unable to move as Mistress sat back, Elva tried to look at her fearful expression and bared fangs—twelve of which now held sharpened points—as she whispered, “Please—don’t regret saying that.”

As Mistress closed her eyes in a grimace, her braid bushed out as the waves accentuated and the crimson of her hair faded to vibrant violet and rosy pink. While Elva peered down the colorful weave, she finally noticed a small black fan emerge from a dim glow behind Mistress’ rear. It slowly elongated into a slim, sleek tail that tensely writhed and coiled behind Mistress as her breathing grew more irregular.

Suddenly, Mistress hunched over in pain as flakes of light emerged from her back. Wincing as she held her arms tightly with sharpened nails, Mistress harshly groaned before a pair of leathery black wings abruptly sprouted out. As they arose with puffs of color and gusts of wind, their tips snagged Mistress’ braid and pulled it undone as they spread over the expanse of the empty room. While Elva stared over the colossal span, she slowly realized they were lacerated with horrible scars and gashes. Seeing Mistress’ unfurling hair through several gaps sent Elva’s heart throbbing when she realized her whole body was becoming similarly marred.

When her hands fell to Elva’s sides, Mistress tightly clenched the sheets as her cries of agony intensified when her forehead began to glow next. With a piercing shriek as she threw her head back, a pair of slim, ribbed horns began to coil out. Watching them grow, Elva held her breath as the left ceased emerging near a scar next to her eye while the right coiled once before curling around the back of Mistress’ head.

Wheezing and shaking as the tufts of light surrounding her new features vanished, Mistress slowly opened her trembling eyelids to reveal the differences in her irises. Her right eye now shone in shades of purple like the violets outside Móra’s cottage, while the left shimmered with soft pinks like the roses that grew nearby. Sweat beading on her brow, Mistress hesitantly said through weary breaths as she shyly met Elva’s gaze, “Well, th-this is—me.” After nervously swallowing and averting her gaze for a heartbeat, Mistress cautiously asked, “What—do you feel when you look upon me—now?”

Gazing in awe, Elva shuddered as she watched Mistress’ worried expression. Slowly raising her fingers to caress the mark that just missed her perfect eye, Elva savored the softened skin as she breathily whispered, “You’re beautiful.”

Stunned, Mistress’ mouth fell open as tears began to well in her eyes again. Before her breaths could become ragged, Mistress fell back into Elva’s lips and fervently embraced her. As she eagerly sought Mistress’ taste, Elva squealed as her tongue was scraped and nipped by the sharpened fangs. Undeterred as her wrists were grasped and held next to her head, Elva passionately tried to kiss Mistress until she swiftly moved to her neck.

Wide-eyed as her breath was stolen, Elva convulsed under Mistress’ hold as she choked and whimpered. Unable to fight as Mistress firmly grasped her throat, Elva’s eyes rolled closed as she gaped and thrashed until she was finally released. Before she could breathe, Elva screeched when Mistress clasped her shoulder next, feeling her head grow dizzy as the pricks started tingling.

Overwhelmed by the blissful stings, Elva didn’t notice Mistress’ tail slide up her legs until the tip reached her crotch. Shaking as it firmly pressed onto her hood, Elva harshly groaned while the pressure built until Mistress clamped her bust. Elva’s cries quickly heightened while her nub was firmly caressed and her folds gently stroked. When her thighs twitched open at the grip on her other breast, Mistress swiftly lowered her tail to easily slip it inside.

Shrieking as her sensitive spot was swiftly found and teased, Elva strained against Mistress’ grasps until she moved further into her ache. ‘Oh, Brigit, I—,’ Elva struggled to think as her Mistress carefully applied pressure on her desire and gnashed around her bud. ‘I—I can’t—,’ she thought as her voice cracked and her body convulsed.

Elva screamed as a burning euphoria came over her that flooded her heart and drowned her mind. Throwing herself against Mistress, Elva’s daze worsened with every wave as the pleasures peaked to new heights. When Elva felt lost in her stupor—nearly missing Mistress bite her other nipple—she cracked her eyes opened to a haze as she reflected, ‘I-I can’t—’

A sudden wetness on her chest brought light back to her sight. ‘W-wha—,’ Elva wondered as her groans deepened and she struggled for air. Steadily coming back to life as she felt a drip fall on her dry skin, Elva hesitantly guessed, ‘T—tear-drop?’

Slowly the pressure within Elva abated as she gasped and shuddered. Lightly coughing as she caught her breath, Elva shimmied and whined as her pleasure withdrew, hardly noticing that she could move freely. Covering her chest as her whimpers lessened, Elva slowly peeked to see her Mistress above her.

Sitting upright and tightly clutching her tail, Mistress’ drenched cheeks finally came into focus as Elva quickly blinked. When she finally met her Mistress’ tearful glare, her composure dropped and Mistress began painfully sobbing. Wailing as she rubbed her eyes with her tail and her nose with her wrists, Mistress fell onto Elva as her cries swiftly worsened.

Gently hugging Mistress as her own breathing eased, Elva calmly listened to her weeping as she grasped tighter. ‘It’s okay,’ Elva silently said as she held her Mistress closely. Draped in soft hair and growing warmth as Mistress’ wings curled around them, Elva let the tears fall on her tingling shoulder while she thought, ‘I’m here for you.’

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The veil drops and Elva’s Mistress has been exposed. Difficult truths are revealed in our next sexless chapter when Saoirse finally has to explain her own past. How will Elva react when her Mistress wishes to speak to her as an equal so she can reveal her own demons and humanity? Find out what Saoirse has been trying so hard to hide from Elva and herself in Chapter 15: Trade Secrets.

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