Being back on the island, settled back into their permanent home once more, without having to plan her next move and next step constantly was an amazing relief. She felt like a weight was lifted away from her shoulders to know that they didn't have to travel around any more and she had somewhere designated as their own that they could protect and keep their family safe. It couldn't have come at a better time either. With the height of summer upon then she knew she was only a couple months until her next heat and now there would be no question of where they would raise their next child. She had already started thinking ahead to the future and had started working some additional training in for Avacyn as the heir to being not only the alpha of the pack, but also the matriarch of the family. She kept the studious girl close most days, but not today. Today she had other things in mind.

Alastor had taken the children out for some training and exploration off of the island and that left her with at least several hours to spend however she wanted. The extra pressure of preparing for the pack had made her turn her attention to certain things and away from others, but now that she had more freedom to do what she wanted she brought her attention to things she had been neglecting—or more specifically wolves she had been neglecting. Irilyth had been one of her earliest followers and one of her most dedicated, being the nanny she hadn't realized she would need so heavily and the healer that the pack seemed to lack from their other members. They hadn't had any time for her to show how much she appreciated the tawny woman so that's what she set her sights on today.

Manea gave herself a shake as she padded into the caves that she and Alastor had claimed as their own, the main chamber branching off into several other smaller caves that they had made into dens. She and Alastor of course shared one while Saracyn and Avacyn shared another and Irilyth kept her own near the cave's entrance. There were still several others that were unused in this branch of the mountain's caves, but that simply meant they had plenty of room to grow. Walking over to Irilyth's den, she smiled as her aqua gaze landed on the smaller healer, leaning her shoulder into the curved entrance of the spacious den. "Irilyth," she greeted warmly, a smile pulling across her lips. "Whatever you have planned today—cancel it. You're taking the day off and we're going to spend some time together."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

As was her way, Irilyth never complained about anything. She simply kept her head down and raspberry eyes on the work at hand. Since being abducted into Manea's employ, the petite little wolf had been an acting nanny and maid to the Mendacium matriarch and her family, maintaining their den spaces throughout their travels, keeping their belongings orderly and clean, tending to and watching the pups when they were smaller (although now they needed her less and less), and satisfying the occasional needs Master Alastor had. She'd existed in the background, doing work behind the scenes so that Manea could lead her family and found her pack. She had no complaints for the living arrangement, of course. This life afforded her the safety and survival she needed and asked for very little in return. Just menial labor of daily chores, allowing the patriarch to use her body when he desired, and the infrequent application of her medical skills as the pack's de facto healer.

Irilyth had only recently gotten herself settled back into the cozy den she'd had when Elysium had been a humble band and was busy stocking her shelves with tonics, salves, and poultices of medications and drugs. Traveling as a band hadn't really afforded her much opportunity in the way of building a stash of medicines or herbs, but now that they were more or less stable, she could begin to prepare for any eventuality. Relm had seen hell this past season, and with Mistress Manea's heat season looming around the corner, she wanted plenty of neonatal supplements and birthing aids on hand. The tiny blonde fae was actively mixing up some of those supplements when Manea graced her doorway with her presence, her regal voice making Irilyth jump with a start.

"Mistress Manea," she greeted the Genetrix with a quick turn and demure bow of her head. Manea's order to cancel the rest of her plans and take a day off with her made the servant girl peer up through long lashes with apprehension to her mistress. "Yes, Mistress. Of course." Irilyth hurried to set aside the potions she'd been mixing and then smoothed out her fur. Not wanting to keep Manea waiting, the golden blonde and cream fae hurried out to present herself before Manea at the den's entrance, gazing with quiet obedience up to her Mistress as she awaited her next order.

"Irilyth"

Manea smirked as Irilyth dutifully dropped everything as she requested and she watched as her loyal handmaiden put everything aside and smoothed her fur before coming to stand before her. From the day that Manea claimed her as her own she had done nothing but be a willing and obedient servant for her, Alastor, and their children and she fully expected for that to continue for the next prince or princess they bore now that Avacyn and Saracyn were more or less becoming self sufficient. She chuckled softly as Irilyth stood before her as if she was awaiting the next command and she brought a large feline paw up to her handmaiden's pale chin, lifting her muzzle to her own and leaving a firm, lingering kiss on the smaller woman's lips. "Relax," she told Irilyth with another chuckle as she pulled away, giving her a smirk. "Today is about you, darling... A thank you for all of the hard work you have been doing. It's been nearly a year since we found each other, you know." It really was amazing how much they had accomplished and changed in that year and there was still so much ahead of them.

Letting her paw fall from Irilyth's jaw she nodded toward the entrance and led her outside, bringing her handmaiden up along a path through the mountain range that the caves were built into until they reached a plateau where she had set up a bit of a picnic. There was several plush furs laid out with a bottle of wine and some thinly cut steaks of venison laid to one side next to a bowl of sweet, honied berries. From here they could look out over the valley that made up the center of the island with the large lake in the middle. It was late in the afternoon so everything was still lit up with sunlight, but the sky was just beginning to show the hues of the coming sunset. There was a small token wrapped in a small square of hide at the edge of the makeshift bed, but she ignored it for now, instead settling down onto the furs and stretching out onto her stomach, smirking up at Irilyth as she patted the place next to her and beaconed the smaller woman over. "Come on, dinner is served."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

No sooner had the golden blonde fae presented herself before her Mistress, she felt Manea's large leonine paw catch her by her chin, lifting her muzzle up until Manea's violet lips had claimed her own in a firm, insistent kiss. Irilyth felt her heart miss a beat, her legs nearly melting beneath her from the sudden surge of passion from her Mistress. Manea bid her to relax, and following that kiss, it was easy to do. Irilyth's body relaxed back as Manea released her, listening with curiosity in her pale red eyes while she was told that today was all about her as a show of the Mendacium matriarch's appreciation for her. "Yes, it has been, Mistress," she said with a nod of confirmation. She still vividly remembered the day Manea had found her during that thunderstorm, taken her as her own, and shown her what life with the Mendaciums would be like. She'd watched her lady birth her firstborn children, watched her gather her family and form her band, and then her pack. She'd helped raise the twins alongside Manea and watched them grow and mature into the young adolescents they were today. So much had happened in the span of a year, all where she had been near death just before.

At Manea's direction, Irilyth stood and began to follow the alphess out of the den and up one of the mountain paths that wound through the Alias range. They arrived shortly afterward at a plateau overlooking most of the island, bathed in warm summer afternoon sun. Near the edge of the plateau, Iri saw that Manea had set up a picnic on a bed of fine looking furs, complete with wine, steaks, and honeyed berries. But most extraordinary of all was the view! From up here, the two faes could see across the entire island, from coast to coast on all sides. Alias was by no means a small island, but from up high, seeing everything at once, it was easy to feel larger than life. Irilyth's gawking was interrupted by Manea sliding past her to lie sprawled out on her stomach across the furs, beckoning her over with a tempting smirk and a pat of her paw. The blonde fae wasted no time other than a moment to look over her Mistress' nubile form, petite paws carrying her supple, graceful form over to settle down on her side beside Manea on the plush furs while she took in the moment.

Irilyth glanced up at Manea, giving the larger woman a small appreciative smile while she tried not to think about how easily her small body could nestle right up into Manea's side. It had been some time since her Mistress had needed any sort of physical affections or releases from her, and she just chalked it up to the business of a leader's life keeping her preoccupied—or her husband doing a more than satisfactory job in the bedroom. "Thank you, Mistress. This is much too kind for me, but I am grateful for your generosity," she spoke in soft dulcet tones to the wolf that had been the nicest owner she'd ever had. She was just happy to not get beat or berated or fear for her life on a regular basis anymore!

"Irilyth"

Manea watched Irilyth as she came to lay beside her on the furs, smiling as their eyes met and she was thanked for her generosity. She chuckled softly and leaned down to nuzzle the pale woman's cheek, leaving an affectionate kiss behind as she pulled away again. "Nonsense. You deserve much more than this, but it's a small thank you. I know none of this has been easy, but I couldn't have done it without you." Irilyth was the unsung hero behind a lot of the work she did. Just knowing that she always had someone to help make sure the twins were cared for and to know that whenever her or Alastor ended up beat to hell for one reason or another she would be there to patch them up was more important than she could have ever imagined. She wasn't sure if she could have made this pack a reality as quickly as she did if she had to devote most of her time to just watching Avacyn and Saracyn to make sure they didn't get into too much trouble. Now that they were on the way to fall and she would be in heat once again she knew she'd need Irilyth's help birthing and raising their next child as well so that she can continue running the pack.

Manea turned her attention to the meal she had prepared, passing a couple of pieces of the venison to Irilyth before taking some for herself as well, shifting closer to her handmaiden till their sides were pressed together while they ate and enjoyed the view. Their home truly was stunning and looking out over the mountains and forests in front of them was a treat she told herself she should really enjoy more often. After a few bites she reached for the wine she brought, popping the cork from it and setting it aside before taking a long drink and then passing it to Irilyth to offer her some as well. She honestly didn't know if Irilyth even liked alcohol, but if her handmaiden wished to enjoy some then she was certainly free to do so. She drank nearly half the bottle on her own while she was eating and by the time they were done with their meat she had a pleasant, warm buzz settling through her. When she was finished with her meal she licked her paws and muzzle clean before reaching for the other little gift she brought along.

"I do have another little something for you," she said as she pulled over the small gift wrapped in a piece of thin hide. She placed the gift in front of Irilyth and nodded for her to open it, waiting as her dainty, pale paws unfolded the simple package to reveal a brown leather band with white, vine-like embossing scrolled across it. It was thinner and more modest than the wedding band she wore around her leg, but it was reminiscent of the accessory she wore daily all the same. "I hope you like it," she said with a little smile as she picked up the band and started to wrap it around Irilyth's foreleg and tighten the laces till it was a perfect fit. "This is something to show that you are handmaiden to the Matriarch and Genetrix and if anyone bothers you or hurts you then they will have me to answer to. You are mine and it was high time that you had something to show as proof of that." She finished tying the leather cuff to her delicate limb and then took her paw in her own, lifting it to her lips to place a kiss on her paw and then on the cuff she had just gifted her. Her aqua gaze lifted back to Irilyth's, her tail curling possessively around the smaller woman. "You mean a lot to me," she told her, leaning in to brush her lips against Irilyth's. "I'm sorry I don't often have the time to show it, but just know that what you do for us doesn't go unnoticed."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Irilyth released a little involuntary squeak of surprise when Manea nuzzled and kissed her cheek as soon as she'd laid down, causing the little fae to smile from the sudden affection. That was another thing she wasn't used to with her newest Mistress—affection and caring. She was used to being treated like a servant, used like a tool or a product. She willingly gave herself to that so that she could live. Even with all the liberty in the world to treat her as poorly as she desired, Manea simply did not. Manea insisted that she deserved much more than what she offered and though Irilyth couldn't disagree more wholeheartedly, she didn't deny her owner aloud. "Thank you for your kind words, Mistress, but all of this is a show of your ability as our leader and Matriarch," she insisted, waving a dainty paw out across the landscape of Alias Island. "This was your vision and dream realized. You put your blood, sweat, and tears into making it reality. I merely assisted you along the way." Perhaps it was a minimizing of the work she did on a daily basis, but that was just her nature. The smallest cog in the machine never asked for praise or gratitude; it simply did its job keeping everything turning.

When Manea passed her some venison steak, Irilyth happily received it, chewing into the tender meat with glee. Manea and Alastor had always kept her well fed, and even then this food was a delicacy. Manea had put a lot of effort into this surprise for her and it showed. Iri felt the warmth of Manea's side press up to hers as she larger fae snuggled up around her, drawing raspberry eyes to look up at her with gratitude. "This is the most beautiful home I've ever had," she commented idly while they watched the sun slowly begin to set over the island. "You chose a perfect location, Mistress. Truly a piece of Somnium on earth." Manea passed her the open bottle of wine and Irilyth gazed to her mistress as if verifying her permission to drink. She had drunk before once, but it had been long ago. Iri took a sampling sip of the bittersweet wine, smacking her lips while she considered the flavor. Then came another sip, then a deeper swig, until by the end of their meal, she and Manea had consumed the entire bottle of wine. Whereas Manea had a pleasant buzz, Irilyth was much more on her way to being drunk given her smaller stature and inexperience with alcohol. The sandy blonde fae was swaying gently as she lay cuddled up to her Matriarch, humming happily to herself as a pleasant warmth had overtaken her entire body.

Manea's voice pulled Irilyth's attention back to her, the intoxicated servant girl gazing up with a drunk smile on her face while she gazed at how beautiful Manea was. Alastor was such a lucky brute. When Manea brought over the wrapped up gift, Iri glanced to it curiously, tilting her head to the side while she watched as it was opened to present her with a beautiful brown leather band that bore intricately detailed and delicate embossing of Manea's white vines across it. The tiny fae gasped in awe while Manea lifted Irilyth's foreleg with no resistance from her, wrapping and tying the band around her wrist for her. Irilyth cooed softly while she studied it closer, running her other paw slowly over the vines. Though it took a great deal of effort she did her best to absorb what Manea was telling her. She belonged to Manea. This band showed she was handmaiden to the Matriarch and Genetrix of Elysium and afforded her all the protections of the alphess. But most importantly was what Manea said at the end. "You mean a lot to me."

Irilyth's heart began to beat faster when Manea placed a gentle kiss on her paw, feeling the warmth filling her body beginning to flush to her pale cheeks. She peered up at Manea, meeting stunning aqua eyes with glistening, somewhat glassy raspberry jewels as she smiled widely up to her mistress. "You mean so much to me, Mistress," she said, her words spoken slower and more deliberate, but not quite slurred yet. A soft gasp fell from Iri's mouth when she felt Manea's tail curl up around her, protecting her and possessing her, and again when Manea's lips brushed against her own, so soft and warm and so close that she could practically taste the wine on the Mendacium woman's breath. "But... But you do show it to me, Mistress," Irilyth mumbled with confusion in her eyes as she boldly and drunkenly reached both petite paws up to gently caress Manea's cheeks with their faces and muzzles so close together. "You show it to me every day you don't beat me or berate me or abuse me. You take care of me better than any other master. No one has ever done anything like this for me. I'd do anything for you." As if to prove her point, Irilyth subtly pressed her body back into the curve of Manea's side, her eyes half-lidded while she ever so slowly brushed her lips against Manea's in an advance she never would have dreamed of taking if not for the liquid courage in her belly. "Anything..."

"Irilyth"

Manea smiled at her adorable, intoxicated handmaiden as the awe and appreciation over the simple gift was written all across her pretty face. Usually Irilyth was more carful with her reactions and poised to a fault, but with a bit of wine in her she was looser and more free with her emotions which Manea enjoyed every much. She wished the blonde, raspberry eyed woman was this relaxed with her all the time, but she could understand the professional attitude she usually carried. As much as Manea had grown to consider Irilyth a trusted partner in her endeavors she did know that the smaller woman was still primarily to do a job. Right now it was easier to tell that Irilyth actually wanted to be here with the way that she looked at her in return and she felt like the point she had been hoping to make to her had gotten across.

As she kept Irilyth tight to her side with her lips gently brushing the smaller woman's, she listened curiously as Irilyth insisted that she did show much she cared. Another smile pulled at her lips as her handmaiden reached up to brush her cheek with her pale paw and Manea gently leaned her head into the touch while she gazed at her and enjoyed just how adorable she was when she was drunk. She went on to explain all the ways Manea showed that she cared for her, saying how the lack of beating, berating, and abuse were proof enough. A little flicker of possessive anger crossed her features at the thought of anyone treating her in such a way, but she had to remind herself that all of this was before she had come to live with them. Manea knew that Alastor wasn't exactly gentle with her at times, but he knew better than to actually injure her. She couldn't imagine being that awful of a mistress for this sweet, dedicated fae. Honey always attracted more bees than vinegar and that was the philosophy she preferred to keep for wolves like Irilyth.

Proof of that train of thought working was shown when Irilyth offered that she would do anything for the Elysium alpha, even going so far as to press into her side and brush their lips together again as she reiterated that fact again. Irilyth had never made an advance on her like that before and it made a grin pull across her lips. She already knew that Irilyth would do whatever was asked of her, but she had never seen her be so enthusiastic and insistent in her desire to do so. This wasn't the dutiful, professional Irilth speaking—this was a passionate fae who very clearly had been hiding a deeper attraction than Manea had even realized with lips that had been loosened with the help of a bit of wine.

With a soft chuckle, the tipsy Genetrix shifted to slip her forelegs around Iriltyh's sides, scooping her up in her embrace as she rolled onto her back, settling Irilyth's slender, smaller frame on top of hers. She looked up at Irilyth affectionately, her paw brushing the pale fae's cheek before gently holding the back of her head and pulling her down into a deeper kiss, tasting the wine on her tongue while her other foreleg held her tightly around her waist. Her lips didn't leave Irilyth's until her lungs were aching for air and she finally pulled away with a soft gasp, breathing heavily as she blinked open heavy lidded eyes to look up at Irilyth again with a smirk. "Anything, hm?" she asked breathlessly, her paw brushing across Irilyth's cheek as it slipped down from the back of her head, the large, feline paw holding her chin for a moment as she swiped a small, teasing lick across her nose. She released her hold on her then, telling her, "Turn around. I want to have some fun with you, beautiful."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Although Irilyth was far from being out of control or blackout drunk, her inhibitions had definitely been lowered, if not removed entirely, by the copious amounts of wine she'd shared with her Mistress. She'd otherwise never have mentioned her previous masters nor the abuses some of them had handed out to her—deserved or not—and she definitely wouldn't have been so forthcoming about the sexual attraction she felt for the Genetrix. After all, it was crass and way above her station as Manea' servant to harbor such thoughts and feelings toward her Mistress. She was expected to serve a purpose, fill a role, and that was her lot in life. It wasn't a lot, but it was hers. Just as she was Manea's from now until her last day, or until her Mistress bid her gone, whichever came first. With her alcohol-loosened lips, Irilyth just let everything spill out that she normally wouldn't though. Her quiet, demure persona had melted away to reveal her hidden thoughts and innermost desires. She likely wouldn't remember much of this night come the morning, but the Irilyth of tonight didn't care for tomorrow's concerns. She only thought of Manea, and how good it felt to be in her Mistress' paws, and how she wanted to kiss every inch of her beautiful, perfect purple body to show her how much she cared for her.

It seemed that what Irilyth had said in her drunken stupor had done the trick to getting just that, as the next thing the inebriated blonde fae knew, she was being scooped up and rolled in Manea's strong embrace until she was perched atop her Mistress' taut, lean-muscled body. Iri blinked in surprise and gazed down into the sultry depths of Manea's aqua eyes, subconsciously leaning into the large leonine paw that stroked her cheek affectionately. Then she felt those powerful feline digits grab the back of her head and she was being pulled down into a deep muzzle-locking kiss with Manea. Irilyth gave a soft sound of surprise, but very quickly melted into quiet moaning when she tasted Manea's wine-laced tongue in her maw. Golden eyelids fluttered over glazed raspberry eyes while Irilyth gave herself entirely to Manea's kiss, her paws gripping and kneading at Manea's chest, desperate to hold herself ever closer and tighter to the larger fae while they made out. When their lips did finally part, Irilyth was gasping and breathing heavily as well, but her rapidly wagging tail betrayed her intense enjoyment of Manea's advances.

By now, Irilyth's entire body felt like it was burning up from the inside. She was sweltering for her alphess, yearning for more affection and love and lust, hungering for it so badly she was nearly reduced to whining. Manea repeated her offer of anything, to which Irilyth just wordlessly nodded her head, still panting softly from their heavy kissing. A small squeak escaped Iri's lips when Manea's strong paw caught her chin, holding her still while she swiped her warm tongue over her nose and sending a quiver down her body to settle beneath her tail. Manea instructed her to turn around, her desire of wanting to have fun with the little fae whilst calling her beautiful causing Irilyth to practically burn up.

The excitement shimmering in her ruby eyes was unmistakable, and the svelte little servant wasted no time shifting her position on top of her alpha, lifting herself up on long, graceful legs to turn about, wobbly from the wine, and settle down with her head resting on Manea's lower belly with her rump presented before her Mistress. Almost as if teasing her, Irilyth shifted and shimmied her hips to get settled more comfortably atop the larger fae, flagging her tail up over her hips and catching the end of Manea's muzzle in a playful flick while she nuzzled and kissed the soft, warm skin along Manea's lower belly, her head resting just between her powerful thighs while her lips kissed where her hind legs met her body. "Is this the fun you desire, Mistress?" she asked with a provocative purr to her lyrics, casting a heated gaze back along the length of Manea's voluptuous body to meet her gaze briefly, waiting for her Genetrix to take the lead and begin their fun.

"Irilyth"