Purpose Driven

Manea was a very private wolf with her inner thoughts, Irilyth was coming to realize. While she struggled to sputter out her story between gasps and moans, Manea would smirk or grin with this wicked fire in her eyes, but whatever she was thinking was difficult to read. Manea seemed pleased with her however, so they had to be good reactions and thoughts, right? Manea's teasing never let up, keeping Iri locked in this constant loop of twitches and pleasured cries. Soon little kisses and nibbles joined the teasing of her leonine paw, leaving tingles of static across her throat. Irilyth tilted her head back on reflex, offering more of her throat to her new mistress' mouth. Her forelegs kicked and pawed helplessly at the air while she found any way she could to squirm and move while Manea's paw moved lower to brush over her most intimate parts as part of her circuit, stoking the fires inside of her belly. It was just a feather-light touch however, barely enough to leave tingles over sensitive flesh, making Iri whine in amongst her breathless gasps and keening moans. How was Manea so good at teasing her and winding her up like this?!

Irilyth's ears perked up when her mistress began to speak again against her tender throat between kisses and bites. Manea was pregnant with her first litter and she wanted to conquer land and establish a pack for her growing family. Iri blinked her rolling eyes to try and focus on Manea when she saw her mistress' face hover over hers with a sly smirk on her muzzle. Another whine from her when Manea licked her muzzle, reaching her mouth up to place a submissive lick beneath the purple fae's chin. As if determined to drive her mad with pleasurable torture, Manea's paw now solely focused on light, ginger strokes between her thighs, stealing Iri's breath constantly in heavy moans. Her toes curled, her back arching to press and wriggle her hips under Manea's paw. It was nearly impossible to focus on what Manea was saying, but she tried her best, knowing this was exactly what her new mistress wanted.

The question came, and Manea asked if she would like being the handmaiden for a powerful matriarch. Irilyth's face flushed hot while she imagined what that future would look like for her. If this was a sample of what life serving Manea would be like, then yes, yes she would like that a whole lot! "Y-Yes, Mistress! Yes, I will!" she spoke in heavy, hot breaths. "I'll do anything you desire!" Iri's paws came up to stroke along the side of Manea's neck and shoulders, caressing her mistress with affection and appreciation while their lips brushed against one another's in the most awful of teases. Iri whined desperately directly against Manea's lips, desperately pleading with her owner for more. She wanted Manea's kisses, her touches, her lusts and passions—all of it! She would do anything to be exactly what Manea wanted her to be.

"Irilyth"