Breaking Bad

The shaky sigh that she heard Manea breathe as her tail teased some especially sensitive parts of her flesh made Irilyth's sultry grin widen, and the little shiver she felt in her Mistress' body against hers was just the icing on the proverbial cake. She adored teasing and pleasing Manea as much as the violet matriarch seemed to enjoy teasing and pleasing her. It was a big part of the reason why Manea was not only her Mistress, but also her lover and her closest friend in the pack. The delighted growl that fell from the larger fae's throat from her submissive licks brought a quiet whine of glee from the tiny gold and white fae, happy she could be pleasing her alpha so well. Those large leonine paws that continued to roam over her slender torso and taut belly made her every muscle quiver and flex where she touched them, keeping her hovering right on the edge of maddening need. No wolf had ever worked her up so masterfully as Manea did, and as much as Iri wanted it to end so they could proceed to more physical activities, she simultaneously never wanted it to stop. She could have easily spent an eternity wrapped up in Manea's arms, letting the Genetrix have her way with her. But just as she wanted more, so too did the Mendacium leader, it seemed.

When she spoke Manea's name instead of addressing her as Mistress, she saw the way Manea's grin widened and heard the soft, delighted growl that left her in response. Irilyth grinned proudly—but that grin was quickly wiped away when her face contorted into a gasping expression of shock as Manea rewarded her by letting one big, soft paw slip down between her thighs to find heat and softness. The burst of pleasure made Iri's body tense and quiver in her hold, already yearning for more, but it seemed she would only get a taste for now. Manea slowly released her, much to Iri's displeasure, and urged her to follow to a more private place. Irilyth very nearly whined in protest, wanting more of those sensational touches here and now, but she followed eagerly, like an obedient pet heeding its master's call. She would have gladly let Manea ravage and have her wherever she desired, whether it was the finest bed in the warmest den or with her back pressed into the snowy earth with the dominant fae pinning her down. Irilyth was Manea's now—wholly and unequivocally Manea's. Whatever her Mistress wanted, she would give her. It was no longer just her duty, but her pleasure.

Still, Irilyth followed close behind, her first few steps shaky and unsteady from the way Manea had been teasing her, though she swiftly recovered and fell in line. Manea led them both back to the mountains and into one of the empty spare dens. It was small, but not cramped. It was perfectly sized and delightfully cozy for the two faes, especially with the large bed of plush and warm furs for them to collapse into. Irilyth was quite glad for the private one-on-one time with her Mistress as well; it wasn't that she didn't like satisfying Master Alastor during their group sessions, but Manea was the one she was bonded to. The time they spent together was extra special to the sandy blonde fae. So when Manea took her into this den alone and settled into the bedding, Iri couldn't keep the excited grin off of her lips. Manea asked for the drug and Irilyth slipped her satchel off, setting the bag down to the side of the den and pulling out the small glass vial filled with the pale gold liquid. Popping the cork stopper, she carefully passed it over to Manea.

"If I calculated my mixture correctly, this should be the ideal dose for a wolf of your size," she explained, coming closer to settle onto the bedding beside Manea, turned to face her Mistress. "Tell me all your impressions of it please. Color, smell, taste... and, ah, the effects when you start to feel them kick in. Tell me everything you're feeling or experiencing." If Irilyth's hypothesis and measurements were correct, then once consumed, Manea should begin to feel some of the same sorts of hunger she felt when she was in heat. A ravenous sexual appetite, heightened sensations of all her senses especially touch, an overall warmth of euphoria and relaxation, and a significantly easier time of finding her way to her peaks of pleasure during the actual coupling. But she would have to see for herself just what Manea actually experienced from this progenitor batch of her drug.

"Irilyth"