Purpose Driven

Not long after Irilyth had spoken, she felt Manea's strong forelegs twist her around and roll her body as if she weighted nothing, bringing their chests and stomachs to press together. She blinked in surprise, now fully able to take in just how massive the woman was compared to her. Locked in the larger fae's tight embrace with their fur mixing and bodies entwined, Iri gazed up at the grinning face of her new owner, her mistress, whose eyes were gleaming with a hungry lust. A soft gasp was pulled from the tiny fae as Manea pulled her head back with a powerful feline paw, exposing her vulnerable throat to firmly kissing lips. Irilyth's pulse raced against Manea's mouth through her thin skin, each kiss making her quiver and her paws grip at the purple fur of her chest.

Manea stated she was lucky that she took great enjoyment in bringing pleasure to her ladies, and made it very clear that their playtimes would involve even more of this and far more pleasure for her. Iri gave a quiet whine under her breath, but the sound was cut short when Manea released her head to grab her jaw, forcing startled, nervous berry eyes to lock with darkening, threatening aqua ones. The thinly veiled threat of what would occur should she fail to look after her children or decide to be disobedient sent a real thrill of fear through the tiny fae, and despite the way Manea was holding and groping her like an impassioned lover, Irilyth felt like her life was truly in danger as well. She saw the wicked teeth in her grin and had felt those feline claws against her skin when she grabbed at her. She knew Manea had a plethora of means to end her life if she wished it.

Iri opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to reassert that she wouldn't disobey, but no words came out. Instead, a breathless gasp came out while Manea's paw massaged the base of her tail and found its way lower over heated flesh, just a soft brush of her digits to remind her what she had just experienced. Iri's hind legs twitched, her paws flexing over Manea's chest once more, her ears folding to her skull in a sign of submission as she gave the underside of Manea's chin a submissive lick. "I understand, Mistress..." she replied. Naturally, she wouldn't know how well she would do until she got into the role, but how hard could it be? Let herself be used by her mistress and her husband and keep an eye on some fluff balls, and in turn she gets shelter and food and security and pleasure.

"Irilyth"