Breaking Bad

It was easy for Irilyth to lose track of everything floating on the warm waves of pleasure Manea continued to let her drift away on as her skillful paw continued its work of keeping her hovering right on the edge of total relaxation and unbearable arousal. Each teasing stroke or rub brought breathy sighs and jittery whimpers from the golden blonde fae in her mistress' grasp, helpless to do anything but ride out that pleasure for as long as Manea wanted her to. Not that she would ever complain or tell her to stop, of course. Irilyth loved the way Manea made her feel, how she used her during their play times and made her feel so dainty and desirable. Yet even when Manea's working paw did finally stop teetering her on that cusp of insanity, Iri found there was little reprieve in it. She breathed a heavy sigh, berry red eyes slowly flickering open just in time to see that lustful grin and hungry eyes staring down at her while Manea admired her handiwork, and then her mistress was moving to rise over her, covering her tinier form with her dire-sized body. Irilyth gave a breathless gasp as soft lips and sharp teeth returned to her throat again, teasing their way with kisses and nibbles down her vulnerable throat. Again she did nothing to resist or inhibit her mistress, basking in the loving she was given and giving herself fully over to her alpha's desires.

As Manea slowly worked her way down her body, Irilyth would gasp, whine, twitch, and squirm in response to every little ministration her mistress did to her. The lower Manea went, the more intense Irilyth's reactions became. Passing over her taut stomach brought breathier gasps from the woman, and by the time the violet queen had settled herself between her thighs, the golden fae was practically begging with need. Thankfully Manea didn't make her beg, instead diving right into devouring her as if she were Manea's last meal. Iri's eyes shot open wide with an audible gasp that evolved into a long, breathless moan as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Everything from the teasing nips to her inner thighs to that soft, warm tongue doing wonderful things to her made Irilyth's head swim with intoxicating pleasure. Iri's world spun and swirled as she was once more brought up and up to the heights of pleasure, completely unaware of Manea watching her like she were a show to be enjoyed while she pleased herself with her own paw that had just moments ago been making her come undone, the two ladies reveling in the physical delights of one another's bodies to the absolute fullest.

Irilyth bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold some semblance of control as she kicked and squirmed, twitched and writhed for Manea's every touch and stroke, every lick and lap. Her hind legs twitched the most, hips rising to Manea's motions like she were being conducted by the violet fae. Together with Manea as their director, Irilyth felt the coil in her core tighten and explode again and again and again and again, reaching her peak over and over as many times as her mistress desired. Each plateau was announced by Irilyth's body tensing, back arching, and loud unrestrained moans for Manea spilling freely from her panting maw. Dainty forepaws reached down to grip at and caress Manea's forehead and ears, giving her wordless encouragements and praise for the pleasure she was delivering her without end. When Manea was finally satisfied and pulled away, Irilyth was left a panting, twitching, moaning mess on the bed of furs, her eyes glazed over and unfocused as she drifted in an abyss of euphoria within her own head. An equally delirious grin of total satisfaction was on her muzzle when Manea pulled herself back up to snuggle with her, her body totally limp and malleable while the larger fae pulled her into a possessive embrace.

Quiet hums and murrs of contentment and satisfaction left Irilyth in an endless symphony, the petite woman scarcely able to do much else while she basked in the most intense afterglow of her existence. Her whole body felt light, twitchy, and numb with a wonderful ecstasy. Manea spoiled her and treated her so, so good... It made it easy for Iri to simply melt into Manea's embrace, savoring the warmth and protection she found in her arms. Then came the affectionate grooming from her mistress, and the golden fae again gave quiet sounds of contentment while she relaxed in her mistress' embrace. She would definitely need to return the favor to her alphess once she got control of her body back; if the aphrodisiac was affecting her this intensely, she could only imagine the neediness Manea would need satisfied, and she wasn't about to leave her mistress hanging. But those thoughts were quickly interrupted and shattered when Manea whispered the words she did and squeezed her tighter to her body.

All at once, Irilyth felt the world stop turning. Clarity hit her like a freight train, and raspberry red eyes shot open wide. Had Manea really just said what she thought she'd heard...? Irilyth's head shifted to peer up at Manea, not able to see her very well from this angle or position, but it didn't matter. Her heart hammered at her ribs and raced in her chest. Manea loved her...? Thinking it again made her heart skip a beat and palpitate, her pulse quickening in her veins. Irilyth had felt more for Manea for so long now, but... she'd never once thought Manea would ever feel anything like that for her. Was this another affect of her drug? Words being spilled from her intoxicated mouth that she didn't know she was saying? Iri couldn't know for sure, but oh, she wanted to believe they were genuine so much, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. The alpha falling in love with her handmaiden? It was far more than seemed realistic. "Y-You... love me...?" she repeated, still in an obvious state of disbelief. But for now—even if it was just for now—she dared to let herself believe. A smile creeped its way across her face, and Iri nuzzled with joy into Manea's chest, breathing in her scent and clinging to pawfuls of her fur like she couldn't be close enough to her mistress. No—to her lover. "I love you, Manea... I was afraid to tell you, but I love you too...!" The secret emotions she'd kept hidden spilled forth from her lips, empowered by the hopes that maybe this wasn't just the drugs talking, and praying that she wasn't making a colossal mistake by pouring forth her heart and soul to her alphess.

"Irilyth"