Elegy for a Star

“We didn’t,” Miren insisted, “I would never…”

“What do you mean you would never?” Mairaela shot back, “Like I’m so hideous and gross.”

Miren sighed, “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it.” Miren pinched the blanket underneath each arm to keep it held above her chest. Hands held out to the side, she proposed, “It’s simple. We never talk about it again.”

“Right,” Mairaela said with a nod of her head, “Plenty of people get a little slutty when they’re drunk.”

“How about you rephrase that,” Miren narrowed her eyes, "I do not get 'slutty.'"

Mairaela snickered, “A little loose?”

“Somehow you only made it worse.”

“Gods, Miren, there’s nothing wrong with it,” Mairaela sighed, “Sex isn’t some taboo-... it’s no big deal, you know? Lighten up.”

“Right,” Miren said with all of the excitement a rock could muster, “So I can tell Joyona?”

“No!” Mairaela hissed, leaning in and speaking quietly as though the Evigkin may be listening outside the door, “I'm going to tell her, just... under the right conditions, so don't you dare!”

“Now who is the one being treated as though they were gross? You sound so ashamed,” Miren replied with a sigh, “Besides, you sucked my dick before. How would this be different to Joyona? Can’t be worse; We don’t even remember what happened this time. Maybe you stuffed your tail plug up your own ass and we went to bed.”

“Okay, first, you don’t actually have a dick so that didn’t really happen. It was all in the Void; All made up,” Mairaela said, but Miren couldn’t imagine that the Summer Fey actually believed that. Mairaela continued despite the dubious look on the Winter Fey’s face, “Second, why would I just shove a plug up my ass in order to go to sleep.”

“Summer Court bedtime ritual?” Miren replied with a wicked grin.

Mairaela rolled her eyes, “Fuck off.”

“Really, though,” Miren said, “You should tell Joyona. Today. Not good to keep secrets in nascent relationships.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mairaela said with a little, fake laugh, “The Winter Fey murderer and liar is lecturing me on telling the truth?”

“Point. It was worth a try.”

“Besides,” Mairaela said with a defeated shrug, “I’m going to tell her. Just-...” The Summer Fey shook her head, “It’s none of your business. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“You’re right, you don’t,” Miren nodded, but was otherwise quiet.

Mairaela, who held one arm over the blanket covering her chest, also went quiet.

The two stared for a moment, glanced off to the side, then stared again.

"What do you think we did?" Mairaela asked softly.

Miren quirked a brow in response, "Why? Interested in more?"

Mairaela scoffed, "Hardly."

"Then we shouldn't think about it," Miren said, "Just-..." Her thoughts were getting scrambled. What was she about to say? Was there more to that sentence? Miren wasn't sure of herself anymore. There was a growing interest in knowing exactly what happened the night before. What pleasure did she give Mairaela? What pleasure did Mairaela give her?

Besides, the Summer Fey was beyond cute. She was gorgeous, as much as Miren hated to admit the attraction. It had been difficult to forget the sight of the auburn-haired woman on her knees.

Maybe Mairaela felt the same about her?

Miren was just so damn curious, an Mairaela's silence betrayed the Summer Fey's curiosity too.

They shared eye contact for just a brief moment. A knowing glance, that was all. That's all it took.

Miren was the one to lean in first, but Mairaela bent forward soon after. The two pressed their lips together, eyes fluttering closed. They kissed slowly, starting with just the lips, tilting their heads from side to side in order to press in close to one another. Eventually, Miren ventured a tongue between Mairaela’s lips, and the Summer Fey gleefully granted it entry.

Their tongues danced for a time, Miren reaching up to hold the back of Mairaela’s head before the pair fell over, Mairaela upon her back. The blanket had pulled down by this point, and as Miren laid atop the Summer Fey, their breasts pressed together, and the two bodies began to grind against one another.

Miren lifted a leg over Mairaela’s, leaving one thigh by her bare slit, while she settled her own sex upon Mairaela’s. The two Fey rolled their hips, using the other’s body for tender friction. Mairaela was moaning first, but Miren wasn’t long behind her. The two women were soon filling the room with an erotic chorus of moans and gentle cries of passion, muffled by one another's lips.

Lifting her head up, Miren broke the kiss, a little strand of spittle still connecting their lips for just a moment. Miren watched Mairaela’s eyes, making sure that this was okay. She could tell that Mairaela was doing the same.

Mairaela answered for the both of them with a breathy whisper, “Yes.”

Miren had been commanding the pace, and she could tell that Mairaela liked that. She wondered what else Mairaela might like. “Roll onto your stomach,” Miren replied, climbing off of the Summer Fey so that she could do exactly that. Miren began to rise to her feet, completely bare, but Mairaela caught her wrist. She paused, a realization dawning on her.

Mairaela beat her to it, “If you're going to be how I think you're going to be, we need a safeword.” Her voice was a whisper, spoken as though she were reminding Miren and they’d done this a hundred times. She was certainly following exactly where Miran was going to take this.

Miren paused and asked, “What do you want it to be?”

After a bit of consideration, the Summer Fey replied, “Blackheart.”

Miren’s expression dulled, “Your safeword is a serial killer?”

“I don’t know, she’s kind of fascinating?” Mairaela replied with a blush growing on her cheeks.

“You’re a strange girl,” Miren said, turning and walking toward her drawer. She pulled aside a few stacks of clothes and uniforms before finding what she was looking for. She withdrew a thin, black stick with a small, rubber loop attached to one end.

Miren explained, “Normally I’d be wearing leather and heels for this…” Mairaela gave a visible quiver, which built some excitement in Miren’s belly. Miren gave her palm a few gentle swats with the crop as she approached, stepping one foot in front of the other, causing her hips to sway back and forth.

Mairaela was watching over her shoulder, arms and legs stretched out as she witnessed the slow approach of her cold counterpart.

When she arrived beside Mairaela, Miren drew the end of the crop up along the back of the Summer Fey’s leg, over the hamstring, the thigh, along the hump of Mairaela’s fat ass. Ascending her back, the end of the crop paused just over Mairaela’s shoulder, just far enough for the Summer Fey to see that thin, rubber loop. Exactly as when she had Mairaela on her knees, Miren was loving the control—the submission of this pompous sunchild.

“Up. Against the wall,” Miren commanded. Before Mairaela had much of a chance to move, Miren decided she was taking too long. She gave the cheek of Miren’s ass a light swat with the crop, the smack filling the room despite how lightly she’d done it. How gentle she'd been, knowing that things were about to get much rougher.

Mairaela squeaked, jumping up from the bed and hurrying to the wall.

The Summer Fey nearly rubbed her rear before Miren snapped, “Do not touch where I mark you.” She pressed the end of the crop between Mairaela’s shoulder blades, “Bend all the way forward, hands against the wall.”

As she bent over, Miren could see the look on Mairaela’s face. Her cheeks were a bright pink, tongue lolling out just past her lips as she panted and tried to remain composed. She looked so submissive, when just moments ago she was so insistent that she would never degrade herself with Miren—with her current mistress.

The fantasy was an exaggeration, her being in complete control as though Mairaela was a pet, but what was sex without a bit of fantasy?

Mairaela bent forward, legs together but her ass stuck out, hip rotated just right to do so. She rolled forward onto her toes to properly present herself. Her arms outstretched, she placed her palms upon the stone brick wall in order to maintain balance. She looked back over her shoulder toward Miren, checking to see if everything was correct.

Wedging the crop between Mairaela’s thighs, she slapped it lightly against each leg in turn, “Spread.”

The Summer Fey obeyed, leaning from side to side to spread her legs wide and expose herself to the Winter Fey.

Gods, she was so wet. Glistening and soaked from Miren’s brief teasing. Was she such a slut for submission? Or was it the fantasy of being taken by a Winter Fey? Either was just as enticing, and the thought built a smirk on her face.

“If you take your hands off of the wall,” Miren commanded sternly, “Then we’re going to try this again instead of attending the Corpsman’s Ball.” Miren licked her lips and whispered, “You’d abandon poor Joyona. You can’t let that happen; Wouldn't that be cruel? I don't want to do that, but rules are rules. So, Summer Slut, what are you going to do?”

“Keep my hands on the wall,” Mairaela whimpered, arching her back for a touch that Miren wouldn't give.

“Good girl.”