Elegy for a Star

Good girl?! Is that what Miren just called her? Miren just called her a good girl. A Winter Fey just called her, a Summer Fey, a good girl. She was being treated like she was some kind of pet!

Fuck, it was so hot.

As much as it wasn’t an excuse to say that she and Joyona were not actually dating, so it shouldn’t bother the Evigkin, she knew that Joyona wouldn’t mind it anyway. Not really, anyway. The giantess didn’t bat an eye when she woke up to her and Tess going at it in the Void. It couldn’t really be all that different with Miren, right? That was if she ignored the whole murder that happened just two days prior, anyway. Still, Joyona seemed the most forgiving of Miren than any of them. She hoped Miren didn’t think that all was forgiven for this. She could still be mad at her, right?

It was hard for Mairaela to be angry when she was eagerly bent over against the wall, legs spread, with Miren gently patting the rubber end of her crop against Mairaela’s bare pussy. The idea sent a thrill through her. What must Miren be thinking? That she had this Summer slut showing her true colors? That any Summer Fey would bend over at a moment’s notice?

Mairaela had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at just the thought of someone thinking she was so debauched and easy. Gods, and maybe she was? This wasn’t some fantasy; This was actually happening!

Her thoughts were interrupted when the sensation of the crop between her legs rose up and lifted the tail that was attached to the plug still shoved up her ass. The tiniest nudge upon that tail gave an even tinier nudge of the plug, but that gave Mairaela a world of pleasure. The gentle shift of that shallow, metal shaft that was plugged in her rear stretched her so perfectly. Then it all ended with an abrupt, shooting pain lancing against her right buttcheek as Miren cracked the crop over her flesh.

“Aah~!” Mairaela cried out, finger’s curling against the wall. Her back arched, her weight rolling forward onto the balls of her feet. She raised her hips and stuck her ass out for Miren’s enjoyment. If she was going to bend over for the Winter Fey so readily, she might as well impress her—show her what the Summer Court was about.

“Does my little pet like that?” Miren purred.

Pet. She was a froster’s pet right now.

There was another spike of pain as the crop cracked down her sensitive skin, followed by waves of tingling pleasure that rippled around her hips and up her spine. “Does she?” Miren commanded.

“Y-yes,” Mairaela gasped, only to be answered with a slap of Miren’s palm on the opposite cheek. Instead of giving a cry or a moan, Mairaela’s voice let out a cracked, “Mistress!” As Miren rubbed the crop over the quickly reddening portions of her abused flesh, Mairaela’s bottom lip quivered under the waves of bliss.

She could feel Miren’s hand groping her rump, squeezing it greedily, parting her cheeks and pushing them together. Mairaela felt so objectified to have her body utilized so freely. It was exciting and wrong in a way most right.

“Haa~..” Mairaela whimpered as Miren continued to play with her body. The Winter Fey bent over her hips and groped at Mairaela’s heavy chest, pinching her nipples.

“Don’t most of your people have these decorated in jewelry?” Miren asked, giving those sensitive little nubs a firm pinch. Mairaela gasped, whined, and nodded her head vigorously in response. Her words simply failed her.

Miren brought a hand to the Summer Fey’s sex, cupping it, teasing, taunting. She ran two fingers along the outer sides of her lips, tracing that plump little mound with the faintest touch, “So where is your jewelry, kitten?” Miren placed the crop down across Mairaela’s lower back, letting it rest in place while the Winter Fey grabbed the tail that was plugged into Mairaela’s body.

“I used t-... Aah~!”

Mairaela gasped as Miren gave the tail a firm tug, jostling the metal base around her poor, abused asshole. The Summer Fey’s knees began to shake.

“Don’t let my favorite toy fall off of you, pet,” Miren ordered, referring to the crop that was balanced on Mairaela’s body, “Keep still and answer me. Where is your jewelry?”

“I used to…” Mairaela’s breath hitched, “But I didn’t wear them enough. The holes closed up.”

Miren’s palm rubbed oh-so-gently against Mairaela’s cunt, as if just teasing at what could be granted with satisfactory behavior.

“My,” Miren cooed, “We’ll just have to get them repierced, won’t we? Would you do that for your mistress, kitten?” Her hand paused, waiting for the right answer.

“Yes, mistress!” Mairaela whined, trying to roll her hips to get more friction from Miren’s hand, but the Winter Fey kept her fingers just far enough away to keep her nice and tortured.

“Good girl,” Miren whispered, running one finger between Mairaela’s lips, from clit to cunt. Just that single touch.

It wasn’t much, but after what she’d been denied, it was everything Mairaela wanted. That hand departed from her sex all too soon, though.

“I know just the kind to have you wear, too,” Miren said, before Mairaela heard the sounds of suckling. Was she tasting Mairaela’s arousal off of her finger?

Miren gave a cheerful, “Mm~! Oh, my.” A wet pair of fingers were wiped off upon Mairaela’s backside, reigniting some of the pain from those crop strikes from moments ago.

Then someone knocked on the door.

Mairaela began to stand up, but Miren planted a hand on her upper back.

“You know what to say if you want playtime to end,” Miren hissed with a gentle undertone of affection, “But until then, you don’t move an inch, kitten. Until then, you’re mine.”

Playtime? Is that what this was? Whatever it was, Mairaela didn’t want it to end. They’d just begun! Who could it be at the door, though? Ellywick was most likely. How much did Elly see last night, though? Did she sleep with Ellywick, too?

Miren’s feet padded away while Mairaela caught her breath. Embarrassment built in Mairaela’s throat, causing her body to feel like it was on fire. It could be anyone at the door. Was Miren going to let them in? Were they going to see her, bent over and being whipped by her peoples’ enemy? Were they going to see the Summer slut eagerly submitting to the woman the whole Corps treated as a pariah?

“Oh,” Miren said as she cracked the door open. As much as Mairaela tried to crane her head to look, she couldn’t see who was on the other side of it, given the way that Miren kept her sight blocked.

Miren’s following words were just loud enough for her to hear:

“I’ve got a slutty Summer Fey in here if you want to share her with me.”