Purpose Driven

Irilyth's reactions were addictive and she was already very happy to have her as her play thing. Every little touch made her twitch and squirm and there was no shortage of reactions to enjoy which made her all the more fun to play with. She had tried to play with some faes that hardly reacted at all and that wasn't any fun. Irilyth though... Even if she hadn't agreed so easily, Manea might have tried to find a way to force her into staying and fully enslave her instead of simply claiming her as she had. She could make Irilyth's life as pleasant or as difficult as she wanted, it was really up to how the pale girl decided to play it and so far she was doing very well. A grin pulled across her lips as she complimented her skill with her paws, the sound of her breathy gasps between her broken works quickly becoming one of her favorite things.

Moving the slender girl as if she weighed less than a feather, she rolled her over within her embrace so that they were laying face to face on their sides, wrapping her forelegs around her to pull her tight into her so their stomachs and chests were pressed together, their fur mingling together. "Luckily for you..." she rumbled as one of her paws came up to hold the back of Irilyth's head, pulling her head back to expose her throat, pressing a firm kiss to the tender skin that separated her from the veins and arteries that could be so easily severed. "I greatly enjoy watching the ladies I'm with lose control from the pleasure I'm giving them... So half of your entertainment for me is just letting me pleasure you."

She chuckled with a sly grin across her lips, letting go of her head so that her paw could catch Irilyth's jaw near her chin instead, holding her so that her aqua gaze could meet the rich berry color of the girl that fate had brought her. Her eyes held a dark promise in them, a wickedness that contradicted the passionate way she was holding her new lover. "However," she warned, "If my children are harmed under your watch or if you ever go against mine or my husband's wishes... I'll have just as much fun ripping you apart piece by piece while I listen to you scream... Do you understand?" As she spoke, her paw that had been holding her around her waist slipped down to massage around the base of her tail, slipping down between her legs and reminding her of the pleasure that could be hers as long as she proved to be a good servant.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny