Breaking Bad

Irilyth kissed Manea back with all the same hot desire that she felt for her alphess and lover, moaning quietly into their making out as she equally savored the taste of Manea's mouth and tongue over her own, every incredible second spent locked in the throes of passion with the larger fae making her body burn hotter and hotter. All the while, Manea refused to let her go, keeping her petite and voluptuous body held tight to the violet woman's larger, svelte yet strong frame. The feel of Manea's weight keeping her pressed down to the bedding made Irilyth's heart race in her chest, beating so fast and hard she thought it might burst if Manea did anything to arouse her further. Her Mistress knew exactly what to do to get her going, knew all the right moves to turn her on and make her squirm and whine for more. Though Iri would never admit it out loud, she had begun to foster a growing love and desire for Manea, sown seasons ago when the Genetrix had given her a special day together atop the Elysian mountains. Irilyth loved Manea, loved her far more deeply and passionately than a wolf of her station should for someone she served. She was still Manea's handmaiden after all, even if she had been taken into Manea's bed as her paramour. She could never tell her though; the risk of losing everything was far too great. Besides, it wasn't like Manea wasn't fucking her silly as it was in their current arrangement. That would have to be enough for the blonde woman.

Iri's distracted thoughts were shattered instantly when she felt one of Manea's big, soft feline paws begin to trace a path from where it rested on her rump up over her hip, then down between her thighs. Irilyth's reaction to the touch of Manea's velveteen paw to her soft and sensitive flesh was immediate, the tiny fae tensing up as if she'd been electrocuted and sucking in a sharp breath through her nose. Raspberry eyes flew open wide from the surprise contact, her back arching and body roiling beneath Manea's as quiet, lusty moans began to join her needy whines against Manea's mouth, the hungry lips of her alpha never leaving hers the entire time. Again Iri's eyes rolled back in her head while her paws scrabbled to grip at the back of Manea's head, holding on to her desperately while she listened to all of Manea's lecherous moans mixing with her own pleasured sounds between their heavy making out. Only a few minutes later, Iri felt Manea's lips part from hers, both women gasping and breathing heavier, though Irilyth's breaths were much shorter and labored with breathless moans and cries as Manea's paw began its blissful work between her legs. The pleasure was instantaneous and amazing, a steady crescendo of mounting ecstasy that slowly tightened the coil within her belly. The golden blonde fae's body squirmed for Manea's touch, her hips rolling up into that leonine paw with need, her back arching and her face scrunching and contorting through various expressions of pure bliss and intense pleasure.

The diminutive fae felt her lover's larger body shift off from on top of hers, no longer pinning her to the bed, but instead lying beside her where her paw could have better reach to all of her intimate parts. Even though she was no longer pinned beneath the dire fae's weight, Manea still had her strong foreleg wrapped around her wait, keeping Iri from squirming away as her both writhed and danced on the bedding for her Mistress' touch. Manea continued to prove just how well she knew Irilyth's body by playing her like an instrument, making the tiny woman sing and fill the cave with her euphoric voice. It surprised Iri to hear Manea groan as she pleasured her, her alphess seeming to take great pleasure herself in bringing her lover to ecstasy. Was this an effect of her drug? It was getting hard for her to keep notes on anything, but perhaps this experience as a whole were her notes. Manea squeezed her tighter to her larger, more powerful body and spoke in purring, seductive words how she loved when Irilyth moaned her name. Iri whined for Manea, gasping and panting for breath with chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp. The coil within her was tightening to dangerous levels, threatening to explode at a moment's notice. She wouldn't last long now, and Manea seemed set on making sure that she didn't.

Tipping her head back to give Manea better access to her throat with those lovely nibbles, Irilyth let loose a louder moan, giving herself fully up to the pleasure her Mistress was bringing her. "Manea...!" she moaned her name amidst a symphony of impassioned cries, squirming all the more erratically the closer she got to her end. It didn't take much more to push the sandy blonde fae past the point of no return, and once she was, she was long gone. Irilyth's thighs squeezed down around Manea's paw, bucking and rolling her hips in a final desperate push to get herself over the edge, needy whines spilling endlessly from between clenched teeth. And then, with one last good gyration of her hips to rub Manea's paw against some very sensitive parts of herself, Iri went crashing into her finish with a breathless gasp and a long, loud, keening moan, her whole body trembling from tip to tail as she twitched and quivered in Manea's hold, toes curling and eyes screwing shut tight. Irilyth rode out her pleasure for as long as she could, like surfing a wave into a riptide that carried her off to a lagoon of warm and placid euphoria. As she tapered off into her afterglow, Irilyth collapsed back to the bedding, her body relaxing into Manea's possessive hold as tensed muscles went limp. The blonde and white fae was panting for breath, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth comically while half-lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes stared at the cave ceiling and into space, lost to the floaty haze of her climax. "Mmmm Manea..." Iri moaned softly between heavy breaths, a wide, loopy grin on her muzzle as she basked in the wonderful afterglow in her lover's arms, far too gone to say or do anything else at the moment.

"Irilyth"