Breaking Bad

Irilyth's face flushed hot with a tint of blush beneath pallid cheeks when Manea teased her with her subordination to her directions. Iri had never been in a position to give orders or commands, so even the playful jest from her Mistress made her a bit flustered when she realized how she was speaking to her owner and alpha. As Manea gave her opinions on the aphrodisiac, Irilyth made sharp mental notes on every detail she critiqued. So far, everything was getting a positive review, from the pale gold color to the floral scent to the sweet herby flavor. All the while, Manea continued to tease her, keeping her in suspense for the moment when she finally took the drug. When Manea did swallow the liquid, Iri dutifully collected the empty vial and stashed it back in her satchel, moving it safely away from the bed, lest they roll over onto it in their throes of passion, of which the blonde fae had little doubt would be following very swiftly if her drug worked the way she intended it to. Now all that was left to do was observe the effect the drug had on her alphess—if any at all—and enjoy this ride she was eagerly looking forward to experiencing from her perspective.

Manea reached out with a long foreleg to grasp Irilyth by her waist, making the dainty fae gasp quietly as her Mistress easy pulled her in closer to her body as if she weighed nothing. Irilyth adored being manhandled by Manea, the larger woman's greater size and strength making it easy for her to dominate the tiny golden fae. Manea shifted their bodies so both women were lying with their chests and stomachs pressed snugly together, not an inch between their forms as Manea wrapped herself around Iri in a protective and possessive manner. Irilyth's heart was pounding in her chest, excitement rushing through her blood like fire. She gazed up into Manea's beautiful aqua eyes with her own wide raspberry eyes, petite paws resting on her chest while her Mistress held her tightly round her waist and brought a second large leonine paw up to caress her cheek. Manea honored and flattered her with her compliment, Iri's face burning so hot she was sure her violet lover could feel it beneath velvety paw pads. "You flatter me, Mist-" Irilyth bit her lip to stop herself. "Manea. I really like driving you crazy." Iri's slender paws began to rub and stroke slowly up and down Manea's chest, roaming from collarbone to breast and back again. "I really like driving you crazy."

The purely lecherous look Manea was fixing her with made Irilyth's belly twist and clench with an aching need, her body growing hotter the longer she stayed entwined with her Mistress like this. Not long after, Manea's paws began to move again, one stroking her cheek and her facial features while the other trailed from her waist up along her side, following the natural dips and curves of her supple feminine form. Each touch left tingles of static in their wake, making her breathing hitch and stutter while she drowned in Manea's eyes, losing herself in those aquatic depths. It was nothing new for Manea to be handsy with her or start feeling her up during their embraces, but something in her lover's touch felt much more... intense this time. Manea reflected on how lucky she was to have snatched her up, and Irilyth's ears folded to her head with a shy smile touching her lips. She opened her mouth to protest and insist that she was the lucky one, but all that came out was a gasp when Manea's big, soft feline paw slipped down to grope her rump in a firm, affectionate squeeze that made the fae's body press tighter into the violet woman's. "Manea, you are much too kind to me," she spoke in soft, airy tones punctuated by gasping breaths, her paws combing through fur and kneading at the lithe muscles in her Mistress' form.

Irilyth saw the shift in Manea's gaze a moment later, felt her powerful limbs wrap tighter around her, holding her more possessively to her body as if Iri were a treasure she had to guard. The paw on her rump began to squeeze and grope her ass more freely, drawing breathy gasps from the diminutive fae every time. Golden-blonde tail swished with anxious energy, feeling her arousal spike with every touch Manea graced her body with. She loved being Manea's lover. She loved belonging to such a powerful and dominant woman. But most of all, she loved how Manea loved doing all of these things to her. Manea said that she didn't tell her enough how special she was, brushing her warm, silken lips against Iri's. "You always make me feel special, Man-" Irilyth's words were abruptly cut off as Manea's paw slid from her cheek to grab the back of her head, pulling the tiny fae into a hard, hungry kiss. Iri's eyes went wide with a small sound of surprise, but immediately rolled back as the sound shifted into a quiet moan back into her lover's mouth. She melted into Manea's embrace, greeting her lover's tongue into her mouth with gentle ministrations and strokes of her own as Manea fed ravenously from her. Tiny paws slid up to stroke the sides of Manea's neck, holding herself tight to the larger fae's body.

All of a sudden, the world began to shift, and Irilyth found herself being rolled onto her back as Manea settled her body on top of hers, pressing her down into the furs beneath them. Her brain was rapidly trying to make notes of Manea's behavior, but her Mistress was doing a damn good job of scrambling her mind enough to make focusing on anything besides the feel of her lover's lips and tongue on her own a Sisyphean task. Iri's golden paws slid up Manea's neck, moving to caress her Mistress' cheeks as she made out with her, pouring forth all the passion she possessed for Manea into their connected mouths, eyelids fluttering closed as she gave herself up to the every whim and desire of her dominating alphess. Manea's actions were more direct and insistent, driving Iri wild and setting her body ablaze with lust. Once she had the ability to speak back, she would need to force herself to remember to ask Manea what she was feeling and experiencing. For science. Yes, for science.

"Irilyth"