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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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SLEEPYTIME

A “BULLYING” STORY

[ All acts between my characters are 100% consensual. Thank you~ ]

Waking with a start, she struggled. Tied to a chair and blindfolded, all Momoka could hear was the sound the bondage tape made as she strained against it. And she was sore all over.

Where 'm I--oh! Oh... oh right~

A thin trail of drool wound it's way down the corner of her mouth as she relaxed somewhat, remembering where they had left off. Either Maria wasn't nearby, or she was quietly inspecting her partner the way a cat does before pouncing. Either way, she couldn't do anything.

She heard the sound of heeled boots pointedly walking across the hardwood toward after a long and quiet moment. Strands of Maria's feather soft locks brushed on her shoulder as she leaned down, warm breath tickling at her ear. “Good morning,” Maria managed to whisper, noting the goosebumps that began to appear on bare legs and arms as she did so. She smiled and ran a black, gloved hand along her partners splayed inner thigh. This sparked an immediate blush and just after, a gasp of pain mingled with pleasure. Momo wriggled to try and get away but it was futile. “M-miss, please...” she begged softly, voice giving away how sleepy she was.

Momo was graced with another rush of warm breath along her ear; a small, paper-soft giggle. The helplessness and neediness in her toy's sleepy voice drew out the sadism in Maria.

The gloves that adorned long, slender fingers were decorated with sharp spikes along the palm, the slightest touch of which would leave beautiful trailing marks of red and with slightly more pressure could just pierce the skin.

Maria began making a few little patterns in the pliable skin between Momo's legs. Black lips part and tongue darted out to brush along the ear as she did so, eliciting a tender groan from her partner.

Momo's lips parted to say something, “I--” but was immediately cut off by Maria's hand taking her chin into her hand. Fingertips poked into cheeks harshly at the softest point between upper and lower jaw, forcing that mouth to remain open but making it much more difficult to talk. “Mmphf..” was all she could manage and even that was accompanied by a quarter-mouthful of drool spilling over her lips.

The very tip-top of gloves themselves had no spike and it was this soft leather she brushed now against Momo's pussy teasingly, who noticeably tried to shift hips into the touch, her body already begging for release. The hands withdrew and she tried to restrain a whine but it slipped out anyways. Her head remained in the position Maria had left it. She had learned there was no point in trying to hide and willingly exposed her neck.

Maria admired that adorable expression for a moment before drawing closer, her dark lips suddenly claiming Momo's pink one's in a passionate, forceful kiss. Eager tongues danced for a moment until Maria's spiked palm was cupping her breast and squeezed,which made her break from the kiss to gasp. Taking advantage of the moment, Maria dipped her head down and into the crook of Momo's neck, teeth suddenly sinking into vulnerable skin. Then she sucked, loudly, all the while teeth slowly increased their pressure--she wanted people to know who this girl belonged to. To mark Momo as hers.

“Th-thank you, Miss,” she babbled. Her headspace had gone from asleep to horny to sub-space so quickly that it all merged. Sleepy, horny, sub-space.

A second and third mark were left also before Maria withdrew entirely, those heeled boots once again crossing the hardwood. Momo left her head tilted up, the way Maria had put her, the entire time. The boot-steps grew close again and she suddenly felt a rubbery pressure between her legs. She immediately identified the feel as being a toy--a serious looking cordless vibrator. With a bit of adjustment, tying and re-tying, it was set up between her legs. The click of a switch on a remote turned it on.

Vibrations quickly coursed through her. She rolled her hips to make it hit just right. Maria unfastened the collar she had picked up and secured it around her toy's neck. She checked it wasn't too tight, a finger managing to sneak between collar and skin. Then she tugged at the large, helpful ring on the collar, forcing Momo to tip her head down. Nipple clamps with a long, silver chain were attached, Maria taking the time to savor the delectable expression on Momo's face as she did so. And then the chain from the clamps was attached to the ring on the collar in such a fashion that lifting one's head enough would result in sharp, painful pinches.

Spiked palms both captured breasts and squeezed, pausing to tug-tug mercilessly on that chain, causing both nipple pain and a head-dip. The palms dragged lower, leaving beautiful trailing marks in their wake.

All Momo could do was try to ride the waves of pleasure and pain that were being lavished upon her. She orgasmed, spasm-ing and writhing on the chair, juices from mouth and pussy glistening all over her and dripping down her leg. She felt wonderful. She felt slutty. She felt sleepy. She felt loved and tortured all at once.

She remembered now what Maria had told her before they started;

“I'm going to keep you like this for hours. Overstimulate you until every thought trickles out of your silly little head. Until you can't form a full word. Until you drool and orgasm so much you pass out. And then I will do it again. And again. And again . .”

Her eye lids grew heavy until she could no longer keep them open, but she was smiling. Gods, she was smiling so much.

. . .

Waking with a start, she struggled. . .

#lesbian somno #creative writing #lgbt #bdsm #collars #domme #recursive story #cnc #pride 2023 #adult

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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Stay Away From Bad Luck Girls

BAD LUCK LOVE

Premise: normal human girl destined by fate to perish X the other worldly death-affiliated entity that denies fate every chance to kill her because she's in l o v e

“You can't just keep doing this, Keiyo”

“What? Why? It's funny. And they get soo mad. And besides, she's cute.”

“The greater order in the Universe won't be disrupted by one adorable mortal, unfortunately”

“We'll fucking see about that, won't we?” she scoffed.

“You can't be around every second...”

“WHY ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME?”

“(sigh) It's not a challenge, just a statement of facts. Mortals perish. That one certainly just did.”

The two sharply dressed and faceless entities stood overlooking the scene of a giant accident at a busy city intersection; themselves hidden from mortal eyes. A stolen pick up truck had crashed directly into the corner of a large apartment building. It had plowed through a few other vehicles to do so as it had been out of control. The layered soundscape was, in order of loudest to quietest; The sound of a car horn being held down. The sound of water spraying out of an uprooted fire-hydrant. The approaching sounds of sirens. The sound of humans yelling at each other.

The driver was not responding and is limp against the driver's wheel. First responders were already pulling him from the vehicle. Ambulance arrived and carted him away. A few black feathers floated through the air just in front of the truck.

BUT MOMENTS PREVIOUS. . .

Leant against the city building Jounichi was checking her phone for messages, waiting on a friend to show up to go to lunch--a friend who was twenty minutes late. She brushed pink locks of hair which tickled at her nose and sighed, trying her best to be patient. There was a cute lil bakery just down the street and she was half-tempted to scope them out, make friendly with the owner/workers and get ideas for her own store. Tucking the phone back into her strappy leather purse she clicked her tongue, glancing on down the street.

And then she heard the horn. She turned her head and bright blues opened widely in shock at the sight of the oncoming truck. Brain barely had time to process: Holy shit, is this how I die. . . ?

No. It wasn't spoken as such. It echoed into her head clearly and distinctly but at the same time her ear tickled as if a whisper had brushed against it.

And then she had the distinct impression of big arms securely but very gently wrapping themselves about her. Of a taller woman in a black suit. Like a dream, she would later be unable to picture anything but a blank, featureless face, shadowed by the framing of that dark hair. She felt like she was floating, dancing and being carried all at once. In that fraction of a second time slowed and all the background noise faded away.

Just as suddenly as it had happened, it was over. She was instantly overwhelmed by the cacophony of sound flooding back all at once. The horn. The fire hydrant. The people yelling and the sirens.

The horn!

Realization flickered across her expression. She'd been moved. Not far.. but enough. The bakery she'd been eyeing up a few stores down was now at her back. Her arms were still gathered up defensively at her stomach from when the truck was approaching and from when she'd been...hugged and/or picked up? A human's mind will do what it can to make sense of the unexplained.

“What in the hell just happened. . . ?”

Maybe it was a daydream. A very involved, real-seeming daydream. That made the most sense. Yeah. That was it!

A few black feathers landed at her feet.

TO BE CONTINUED

#drawfeeinspired #lgbt #queer writers #demons #oc

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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“The older woman I’m dating is taking me to the park so I can run around”

[ A prompt from a friend ]

Click! She unlatched the leash from collar, expecting her pet to bound out into the field but they just...stood there. An arm looped around hers and squeezed. This wasn't part of the game but she was happy for it and squeezed back. “Awoo...” they whined, nuzzling cheek into shoulder. She pet their hair. “Are you nervous, pup? It's just us here, really.” Pup nodded a little and nuzzled in even more. She smiled and kept petting their hair.

After a few moments she slipped her arm free and took a step away. “Perhaps you just need the right motivation,” she offered in sing-song voice. Producing a red rubber ball from her pocket she held it up.

Her pup's eyes lit up as a fierce blush settled over their cheeks. Head tipped to the side. Theirs were the eyes of a predator ready to strike. To chase and catch and sink teeth into flesh. Puppy ears folded back expectantly. Their floofy tail began to wag expectantly.

“Then sit.”

Without hesitation they sat right on the ground. Sit was a pose and that meant being on knees, hands on thighs and thighs slightly spread apart. Shoulders back and eyes paying attention. They tipped their head to the side, asking “did I do a good!?” with body language alone. Tongue stuck out just a lil bit in the way a pup may do a blep or a mlem.

“You are so good for me, pet~” she cooed, stepping close and petting their hair with both hands, scratching a moment just behind one of those puppy ears.

Eyes drifted closed and their left foot began to wiggle a bit.

The petting stopped. Her hand placed itself on their cheek, thumb brushing over the smooth skin. They looked up and eyes met eyes.

She stepped back and raised the hand holding the ball. With surprising skill she whipped the ball as hard and as far as she could.

She didn't need to say anything else. Their hunting instincts took over the second she'd let go of the ball. They were off running in an instant, purple and blue eyes locked onto the arc of the ball.

#puppyplay #bdsm #queer writers #lgbt #fetching #collar #leash play #non-sexual submission

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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My Boss Is Also My Bully pt 2

[ Tags: CNC, bullying (?), WLW, Trans, ropes, at work, public play, humiliation/degradation, objectification, deaf character, food, cum on food, threats, spit ]

[ Thank you for reading. This scene makes more sense if you’ve read pt 1. ]

Maria grinned and leaned back in her office chair, looking down at the needy mess between her stocking'd legs. Momo had been bound, collared and put to work underneath Maria's desk for the last few hours. Hair was a disheveled mess, make up smeared, cheeks flushed bright red from effort and embarrassment. Her knees had gone numb awhile ago but she didn't seem to care. She panted as the cock was withdrawn from her mouth and saliva mixed with pre-cum dribbled down the corner of her lips and looked up at Maria, “M-miss can I be done now? I have a report to finish today an--”

She was cut off by a hand slapping her across the face. Smack! It left a faint red impression.

What did I tell you, slut? signed Maria, her grin now replaced by a slight frown. She scoffed, too. Like she was disappointed.

Momo's face near instantly winced at the question. She had two choices: not respond and be punished for it OR respond to it and be punished for it. Maria often did not like to play fair. Her eyes became shrink-wrapped in tears, helpless indecision masking her face.

“You said c-cock sleeves don't t-talk b-but--” Smaaack! This time on the other cheek and with more force. Momo gasped very softly and her eyes became clouded as she began to dip into subspace.

Maria reached down and wrapped fingers around her dick. The glistening member was stained with pink lipstick, kisses here and there, but also several rings of pink along the shaft.

The tip was run along Momo's lips as she looked down on her. Yes, my sweet & dumb pet. She gently smacked her cock on her cheek, still looming over her imposingly and glaring down with dark delight. A tear rolled down Momo's cheek.

Maria noticed and bit her bottom lip. God, she loved that.

Under the desk series were very secure looking metal rings. The pink multi-ring collar about her neck was weaved with dark rope on the back and sides and into the rings on the underside of the desk. It kept her exactly where Maria wanted her. Rope also wrapped her wrists and pulled her arms back behind her.

Let's see if we can beat our previous record, she signed, her nail tapping the pink ring that went down the furthest. Maria pressed the tip past those pretty lips, all the while staring down at Momo, whose eyes widened as the cock began to slip into her throat without pause.

Lips past ring after ring until finally she felt Momo's nose brush her stomach. She sighed in delight, hand shifting to grab a big handful of hair and keep her in place. Momo writhed against the bonds, against Maria but all this only served to excite Maria all the more.

Office desk drawer was opened with free hand and a remote was produced. It was within Momo's field of vision and she moaned around the cock when she realized what it was for. Oh fuck, she thought, the toys!

In the excitement she had almost completely forgot she had two toys buried deep inside of her, one in her ass and the other in her pussy. Maria smirked as she turned them on. To full.

A look of surprise and horror mixed with absolute pleasure overtook Momo's expression. Oh my goddddd. Shuddering and shaking coursed through her body.

And then Maria began to fuck her throat. Slow and deliberate at first but picked up speed.

Every single thought was fucked or vibrated out of her silly head as she crashed suddenly into subspace.

Until . . .

Knock-knock!

The door had been ajar.

A tall, pink-haired woman in a slightly oversized soft, yellow sweater and black leggings poked her head inside only to be casually waved in by Maria as if nothing lewd at all were happening beneath her desk. From an outside perspective all seemed very normal. Maria turned down the remote and concealed it again. She let her cock stay deep in Momo's throat.

The bubbly woman was carrying a pink box and set it on the desk, beaming. “Hey Miss Maria! Thanks for supporting me as I'm just getting started in my new business, I wanted to drop by and offer a token of my appreciation. It's cinnamon buns.”

Maria smiled warmly at the woman and signed; Miss Jouni, it's a pleasure to see you as always. You are most kind to personally drop this off. I will have to share some of these with the others.

Jouni heard a slight rustle under the desk but chose to believe it was just Maria's legs. After all, what else could it be?

“Of course! Without your support, I may have never got started. Thank you so much. I know it's work hours and you are probably busy, so let's talk later, OK?”

Maria nodded, smiling all the while, I look forward to it. Have a lovely day, Miss Jouni. Please close the door on your way out.

Jouni offered a friendly little wave and was gone as soon as she'd come, closing the door behind herself. It auto-locked.

Immediately Maria turned the remote up to full again. She shifted so she could look down again. Tears streamed down Momo's face, smearing her mascara and she groaned again as the intensity was turned up. Vibrations coursed through her to the point of causing a near constant shake throughout her body.

She thrust suddenly, fucking that throat again once or twice. It made those glossy eyes focus enough to look up at her, pleading.

If you don't make me cum soon I'm going to tie you up and leave you in the bathrooms for everyone to use, she threatened with a malicious smile.

It wasn't as if Momo could actually do a lot and the cruelty of it was the point. She moaned her needy frustration around the cock in her throat. The threat broke through subspace enough to have a noticeable effect, deepening the already furious blush on her cheeks. To Maria's immense surprise and pleasure, Momo's eyes told her; “Yes, oh Gods, please~”

That incited Maria all the more, biting her lip until it almost bled. She began to eagerly fuck that throat.

Drawing out all the way only to slam back in. When she withdrew she could hear little whimpers and prayers, which turned into a gagging, gurgling mess of noise as she thrust back in. She paused when withdrawing, letting tip of her cock rest on lips. Fingers on Momo's chin forced her to look up, ensuring she was looking right into her eyes. The perfectly manicured red nails pressed into cheeks, forcing that mouth alll the way open for her. Then she spat. The warm saliva landed on the corner of lips. She did it again and this time landed it right in that eager mouth. The only indication Momo was even aware of what was going on was her licking up and swallowing with a dazed, far-off expression.

Maria changed the settings on the toys that buzzed away inside of Momo, changing their pattern up before leaving it on the desk and hitting a lil button she had on the inside of one of her drawers. The metal rings all popped open, unbinding Momo from them.

In but a moment she had Momo's tummy pressed up against her desk, legs and ass hanging off the end, occasionally twitching or convulsing. The ropes were gone; after all that time neither legs or arms would work very well without some time. Even without the ropes she was helpless.

Cheek pressed into the desk and she strained to look back at Maria. For all Maria's gentleness in freeing her she had an ever present hungry, predatory manner about her. They weren't done; not quite yet.

Momo got an idea. A wonderful idea! Or, it seemed so, in the moment. A cheeky but dazed smile spread over her lips. “M-maria...” she said a bit weakly, getting a hard smack! on her ass for the effort. She wriggled in delight, “Heh~”

Finally managing to catch Maria's gaze with her own she sprung into action—well. Not sprung. She could barely move her arms without feeling pins and needles. But it was enough for one big sweep of her arm. It knocked several things off the desk; Maria's name-plaque, a desk lamp (which shattered), the vibrator remote, a container with a bunch of pens. It very nearly knocked the pink box onto the ground. Her dazed headspace made it seem like this was a good idea, she was on cloud nine and nothing could touch her. She even giggled a little and looked at Maria all the while.

Maria's brain took a second to process this. Momo was... a people pleaser through and through. She'd never been such a brat before, even in the smallest of ways. She almost never challenged anything. On the one hand, Maria was proud of her. On the other...

Oh, you are going to regret doing that, you fucking brat.

S M A C K !

It was harder than any of the previous one's she'd ever done. It left a burning, decisive hand-print on the ass. That would hurt later. Hell, it hurt now. Momo bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed. “T-thank you!” she half-whispered, toes curling.

She heard Maria take something from the desk and walking around. Sigh and shift the broken lamp out of her way with a heel. Pick something up and walk to the other-side of the desk, to where her head was. Mouth was forced open and something was shoved in there. It was Maria's name-plaque and now it was a gag. The sound of tape. She opened her eyes to see Maria standing over her with bondage tape and begin to wrap it around her head, fastening the gag in place. It didn't take long until drool was drip-dripping from the edges of the plaque.

Eyes met eyes until they followed Momo's arm struggling to reach out towards the pink box which was precariously close to the edge of the desk, fingers reaching out to desperately push it off. She sighed again.

In the next fucking instant Maria was behind her. The box was moved to safety and Momo's wrists were wrenched and held behind her back, keeping her there with one hand. The other sneaked into her desk and withdrew a crop. It had a silicone “O” at it's end.

Smack, smack, smack! Maria hit her in quick succession, each harder than the last but in a new location. They near instantly formed welts and would, in short time, turn to bruises. Momo gasped, drooled, writhed and whimpered. Notably, she wasn't giggling anymore.

Maria kept it up until there was no more free space to hit anymore. Then she threw the crop aside and smacked that ass with her hand until it glowed pink and tears trickled down Momo's cheeks and she sobbed around the awkward gag.

She tied those wrists behind Momo's back with a bit of rope and reached down. Fingers curled around the base of the toy in Momo's ass and slowly but firmly pulled it out. A bit of lube spilled out when she did so. Perfect. Leaving the other toy buzzing away in her pussy, she stepped behind Momo.

Tip teased itself against the gaped, lubed hole for a moment before suddenly pressing all the way in. No stopping. No warm up. For such a brat, it seemed appropriate. Momo whined but for all her helplessness, managed to push back onto the throbbing cock just a bit. Sharp nails dug into Momo's hips without mercy, only stopping when she saw thin trails of blood.

Pain mixed with pleasure and Momo's mind once again floated off into subspace, a dreamy look on her face. After all this toying and playing it wasn't going to take Maria long. Momo could feel Maria's need. She heard Maria's breathing pick up until she was panting.

Tight, warm-wet hole did it's very best to milk every drop out of her. Maria's expression twisted in pleasure as she felt release nearing. Deep, slow and insistent thrusts in and out. “Mmm,” Maria said, her voice the ghost of a whisper. Her forehead had a thin sheen of sweat. Suddenly she pulled those hips close and thrust in deeply. Felt herself explode. Cum oozed out of that tight hole the second she withdrew a few quiet moments later.

The ropes were undone and cast aside. Maria hauled up Momo by finger through ringed collar, up to her feet, her legs shook from over-exertion like a baby fawn. The finger was released and Momo instantly collapsed in a helpless heap at her feet. Maria lifted a heeled foot and put it on Momo's cheek, glaring down at her.

What are you waiting for, slut? You have a report due, don't you? Get it done.

Whining pathetically she struggled to her hands and knees with all expected wobble, beginning to crawl towards the door; the toy inside of her still buzzing away.

. . .

AFTERCARE

They are both sitting on the couch in Maria's office. Maria is holding Momo—who had been freed and cleaned up a bit. Momo is eating a cinnamon bun with...Maria’s special glaze. Blushing, she happily eats it. Maria gives her head pats and they discus all the things they couldn't in-scene.

You did so good for me today, pet.

“Thank youuu, Miss~”

Don't worry about that report—I actually got it done. You just rest and relax now.

“Really?? You're so mean sometimes,” Momo pouted and blushed, nudging Maria's shoulder with hers.

You love it. And I love you.

“Mm, you're sweet. These are really good by the way~”

You were going to knock them on the ground ¬_¬

“Wait, really!?” @_@

Twice. I had to stop you, Maria laughed, and my poor lamp is an unfortunate casualty.

“I don't remember doing it, I kinda got lost in my head,” said Momo sheepishly.

It was unusual for you but... ended up being lots of fun. I never expected you to do it.

Momo shrugged innocently and finished the cinnamon bun, licking sticky fingers after.

You are a very good girl. Did you enjoy yourself?

She nodded.

Good. Now let me take care of you for the rest of the day. We will go to the spa and relax in a hot tub. Get a massage for those sore arms and legs.

“What about work?”

Maria's soft, strained laughter tickled at her ears. She pet Momo's hair. Work ended a few hours ago. Look at you putting in the overtime.

Momo nuzzled her head into Maria's shoulder, smiling as she said “That sounds so perfect...”

END

#CNC #bullying #wlw #wlwblog #trans #ropes #at-work #publicplay #humiliation #degredation kink #deaf #food #cumonfood #sexythreats #spit #lgbtq positivity #lgbt #18+

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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A Threatening Letter

[ TAGS: Non-sexual scene, prompt, WLW, LGBT, creative writing, cryptid club, unknowable horror dating ]

#1 Prompt: Your character receives a threatening letter.

Snowflakes painted the winter landscape of the city park, dusting bare trees, the fountain near where they stood and upon shoulders if one lingered too long in one place, as Mercy did now. It was cold but very bearable and there was a stillness that came with evening and the news of an impending blizzard. “Why am I here. . .” they murmured softly to themselves and had to tug down a rainbow coloured scarf to do so. With an audible huff they reached into their purse and produced a crumpled ball of paper, inspecting it more carefully this time than the first. There was a lot written and Mercy found themselves skimming again. Bits were crossed out and some parts had arrows pointing to other parts as if some kind of diagram and wholly looked like the work of someone figuring out how words work for the very first time. Squinting down at the rapidly snow dusted paper, they read some parts aloud. “Hmm. . . you shall be destroyed (??) . . . I will add your power to mine!!” their expression fell from placid to puzzlement, “. . . submit to my will or . . .ye(?) . . . you shall meet your doom(!!!) . . .” Here Mercy turned the note over as it continued on, “The mental control you have enacted on me will no longer be-- blah, blah, blah... oh... meet at fountain when the moon is at its zenith...And then it’s just more of the same, I guess. What a total joke. I wonder what type of person this is.” Mercy tried to process possibilities but it was always harder to track someone who simply didn’t want to be. The note was mindlessly re-crumpled and stuffed back into the purse, though the ink was now running from the melted snow.

And they're late...

Mercy moved towards the nearest bench which very conveniently was cleared of snow, as if the wind itself dusted it for them to sit.

And it's cold. They shivered.

This evening the oddly pallid youth had chosen to wear a long white skirt offset with a midnight black leather jacket that appeared older than the person wearing it. They wore a white tank top but it was hard to make any details under their coat as it was fully zipped up to keep out the cold. Their hair was just long enough now to dip down beneath neckline and was mainly white with streaks of purple, blue and pink therein. They had no shortage of tattoos either. Altogether this person was put together different than those they tried to fit in with. Alone any of their traits might not seem quite so, well, queer. It takes a very bold person to pull off an eye-patch every day. Mercy was that person. The walking fashion disaster must have also been wearing contacts because one could almost be certain their good eye was crimson. #JustHumanThings

The only clue Mercy had that their mystery sender had arrived was that it was very slightly darker in some way they couldn't put their finger on and it was cold in a way that one could feel in their bones. Most would shake their heads at such a feeling, brush it off and move on with their day. That evolution had worked so hard to develop this sort of innate ability to know when they are being stalked, that a predator is lurking nearby, only for people to brush it off was nothing short of amazing. It was this feeling that Mercy felt now.

The darkness crept forward, the lamps in the nearby vicinity losing their power and flickered off. S̶̛̞͓̖̘͐̅̄͊͆̽͊͛̏́̔͂̕̕͝͠͝ȟ̵̛̥̰̹̪͙͔̻̱̃̍́̅̓̔̅͆̓̍̈̾̈́̍̚ͅͅe̶̹̬̮̦̙͚̪̺͈̙̜͍͈̼̫̜̲͗͌́̆̓̏̃̆̂͗̀̚͜͜͠ appeared to be wrapped in the very darkness itself until Mercy could more closely see that she was wearing all black everything. Her pallor matched theirs except that Mercy was unnatural where she seemed supremely supernatural. "Horns," they thought to themselves, “that's... unique... a demon?" S̶̛̞͓̖̘͐̅̄͊͆̽͊͛̏́̔͂̕̕͝͠͝ȟ̵̛̥̰̹̪͙͔̻̱̃̍́̅̓̔̅͆̓̍̈̾̈́̍̚ͅͅe̶̹̬̮̦̙͚̪̺͈̙̜͍͈̼̫̜̲͗͌́̆̓̏̃̆̂͗̀̚͜͜͠ was hauntingly beautiful in a way that made them wish they were an ancient victorian home.

Pausing in the dim light, the Demon stood and silently peered at the other woman.

Mercy produced the sad crumpled ball of paper and held it out. "You wrote this?" Behind that eye patch of theirs came a sound like: whirrr--click!

Finally the demon broke her silence, her voice one that seemed to contain many with a depth that one could feel reverberate into their very being, mouth moving but the sounds that followed were incongruent, "YES. I AM HERE TO ISSUE CHALLENGE AND PROVE YOUR POWER IS NO MATCH FOR MINE, I-- " Mercy had held up a hand and surprisingly it stopped the demon dead in her tracks, unused to such a thing the surprise (the gall) of this very idea enough to make her pause. Each nail on Mercy's hand was intricately painted black with a deep shimmer, a fact the demon processed much better as the eyepatch'd figure stepped closer.

"This thing here says that if I don't submit to your will, I shall meet my doom? " Mercy questioned. This was important. Even in heeled boots they were still required to crane their head up to peer right into the demon's eyes that seemed to drip inky black.

"THIS IS CORRECT, I- " A hand was raised to silence her once again. This was shocking enough the first time but twice? "Okay, soo," here a pair of thin, black rimmed glasses were produced and slipped onto Mercy’s face with full lawyer energy suddenly manifesting as they examined more closely the letter which brought them here. “What would happen if I did submit? Hypothetically speaking, of course. ”

“WHAT.”

Mercy continued, slipping off glasses and tucking them back into their jacket pocket as they did so, “Am I to understand if I do submit you will stay with me and ensure I do not meet my doom? ”

The demon’s expression had fallen. She was baffled by this turn of events. “ WELL I SUPPOSE TECHNICALLY -- BUT YOU CAN’T JUST -- I MEAN… ”

“So this is a contract then?” pressed the pale youth, smiling widely up at the demon, who (for some reason) seemed inclined to shrink back somewhat.

“YES-- I MEAN-- THIS WASN’T… YOU HAVE TO-- THERE’S A WHOLE-- ”

Not even waiting for the stunned demon to get her tongue back, Mercy reached into purse and took out a small pocket knife. With red eye staring right up at the completely confused demon the entire time, they extended a single digit and pricked it with just enough force for a few tiny drops of blood to appear. No wince or flinch, only far-too-confident smiling.

“HEY, WAIT!-- ” she intoned, stepping forward and reaching out. The demon had lost her blush and seemed paler now than when she had arrived. She was too slow to stop anything.

The droplets hit the paper with a soft tap, tap, tap and the sound momentarily obscured all other background noise. Where the blood landed it glowed white faintly before the entire note seemed to phase out of reality and was gone. It was Mercy who broke the silence that followed, after licking the blood free from their finger tip.

“So what’s your name? ... I love your whole look by the way. ”

In the process of working out what the hELL just happened the blush had slowly claimed the entirety of the demon’s face. “ WHAT. ”

“ ... It’s cold. I want to go get a mocha. Do you know what that is?”

“ ... No ”

“C’mon, there’s a place near here, ” they insisted, finally rising from the bench and wandered towards the park entrance but stopped, turned half back and extended a hand in beckoning. As if in a fog, the demon did indeed follow behind, still trying to work out how events had unfolded. She even meagerly accepted the hand being offered like a lost lamb being guided back to the safety of the herd.

“It’s Lily. Call me Lily.”

By the time they were walking down the dead city streets, the demon had taken on a far more human looking form, maintaining the all-black aesthetic but to the observer there would still be something not quite right about her.

Mercy’s guise had slipped a bit too in her happiness; a long, black tendril had weaved it’s way from the cuff of the sleeve of her jacket, wrapped around her arm and continued up Lily’s, binding their hands and arms together.

[END]

Lily: Stuttering Tsundere bottom (but make her a Demon)

Lily: G-girl p-pretty. . . 🥺

Mercy: [recieves a threatening letter from a Demon]

Mercy: One (1) Free Demon Guardian for the low low price of a* mortal soul?! How can I lose!?

*not theirs, obviously

[ Author's note: This is the first story I wrote with the character Mercy when I began writing again. It's a bit clumsy and meandering but helps show how far I've come with practice. I've had trouble sharing anything new for a bit but have been writing. This story reminded me how hard it is to write a nameless character without leaning heavily on epithets. The feeling I wanted to put forward with Lily was that she wrote a threatening letter to deal with her crush on Mercy and her poor ability to handle it manifesting as a vague challenge. Mercy loves challenges and it is probably the number one reason they even showed up--their energy here is very “you don’t scare me and I’m in charge here, actually” ]

#cryptid #wlw #creative writing #story prompt #writing #unknowable horrors dating but make it cute #mercy #demon #hand holding

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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My Boss Is Also My Bully

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Hidden away on one of the many rooftops of the office building was an area that was just... out of the way. It was fenced off and secluded, though sometimes higher ranked employees sneak out to smoke. Plain concrete ground, a few nooks and cranny's in the odd architecture of the building where the other taller parts of the building towered even higher than this one.

The earlier bright blue sky gave way to varying warm shades, the yellow weaving into the orangey-reds and announced the incoming evening and the end of the work day.

With heart beating nearly out of control in her chest, Momo stumbled backwards from a shove and pressed her back into the wall of the building into the shade of one of those nooks where they'd be even more secluded and gasped. Maria had made sure she had got there safely albeit a bit roughly and then lifted hand up to loudly smack the wall in the space just to the right of her shoulder. This brought their faces nice and close together. It took only shifting to tip-toe and Momo shrinking down somewhat versus Maria's confident posture to create the illusion Maria was taller. She glowered down at Momo through thin-framed rectangular glasses and reached down to cup her cheek in hand, preventing her from sliding down anymore; actually drawing her back up to full height. An inquisitive look was on Maria's face, everything in her body posture the epitome of hunger and asking; where are you going, little lamb?

She leaned in even more so her warm breath could tickle Momo's neck and ear, herself blushing somewhat already from anticipation. Momo managed to give their sign for Green showing that while she was acting scared, this was all O.K. More than okay, it made her heart race and cheeks turn crimson.

A smirk began to grow over Maria's red lips, noticing her enjoyment. The hand cupping Momo's cheek began to slowly but firmly clench, her pointed nails digging into skin somewhat to hurt her a little. Just to squish that cute and happy face. But then she pressed thumb and finger tip into the higher parts of the jaw, encouraging mouth to open.

Momo shuddered very slightly as arousal washed over her, her knees rubbing together. It was like she was writhing to get away. The hand above her shoulder drifted down, finger tips running along sides and curve of hip then trailed back up. Maria took her hand and weaved her fingers in between Momo’s and guided both their hands up--pinning Momo's directly to the wall so she really had nowhere to escape. Maria was forcing her to stare back with mouth open. This was so embarrassing and humiliating, especially as a thin trickle of drool winded it's way down the corner of her lip. She was beginning to pant softly. Her eyes were wide with the very specific fear of not looking away, knowing that’d get her in more trouble.

Maria tipped head to the side and looked at Momoka. Then she spat. It landed on Momo's cheek, just at the edge of her lips. There was a pause from Momo before she flushed brighter and nervously stuck out tongue to lick up the saliva as best she could. This made Maria let free a small mocking laugh at the pathetic girl. She spat again, this time right into that open mouth, staring right into her eyes all the time. Momo was frozen for a long moment, jaw beginning to shake from the strain, before Maria gave her an encouraging nod. Momo nervously swallowed and Maria was delighted. The hand that had been forcing open Momo's mouth withdrew and Momo remained where she was, even mostly keeping her mouth open. Her eyes began to taken on a “glazed over” quality as she felt a fog closing in on them, as if the world was nothing but her and Maria.

Without warning Maria drew back hand and smacked Momo's cheek with moderate force, enough to leave a lovely mark. The stinging mark left by palm made Momo moan.

Maria smacked her again, this time on the other cheek and a bit harder. This left Momo in a daze, pleasantly overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Subspace Population: 1. Maria's nails pressed into Momo's collarbone and then clenched, taking a fistful of white button-down blouse and suddenly pulled her forward with ease. This forced Momo away from the wall slightly. Maria's purple eyes stared right into Momo's before suddenly releasing her with a rough shove. Momo landed on her knees, gravel digging into them and even cut her stocking somewhat.

Maria stepped closer and looked down at the cowering woman below her. For Momo it was like looking up at a beautiful but cruel deity. A single finger lifted then pointed downwards--wordless but absolutely commanding. “O-oh God,” Momo whispered. Almost immediately Momo lowered her head, the flat of her palms pressing into the ground, but still peeked upwards. Maria lifted a red heel and applied it to the back of Momo's head, forcing her down all the more. She wiggled her foot, really driving the heel in until face pressed into the ground.

Satisfied with this she planted the heel back on the ground and presented the other to Momo, who stared upwards in wonder. Well? signed Maria, You know what to do, slut. She made sure to mouth the word slut, putting emphasis on it.

Having grown up different than others, it was Maria who was bullied as a kid. Until recently she had never considered how much fun it would be to bully someone who enjoyed it--begged for it. A fresh wave of pleasant feelings washed over her as she watched Momo's dip head down obediently. Lips pressed into her heels, kissing and giving them the worship they deserved. Here and there tongue darted out to clean them. She didn't hesitate when it came to the dirty bottom parts of the heel.

Finished with the first heel Maria took a moment to examine the work, pausing to rub a light glaze of saliva from it onto Momo's cheek like the cute lil doormat she is. Then she presented the other heel.

Staring down at the eager woman doing her best to tongue worship her heel, Maria was absolutely pleased, a blush had settled in on her cheeks. When she decided she'd had enough she pulled back the heel somewhat then raised it. She signed, that will have to do.

The toe part of the heel placed itself on Momo's forehead and pressed back. When Momo meekly glanced upward she could see those shapely stocking-with-garter legs go all the way up to black lacey panties. Maria smiled down at her and pressed harder with her foot, so Momo was shoved backwards, eventually ending up on her back on the ground.

She expected Maria to tower over her again and closed her eyes expectantly, wincing. When nothing happened after a moment she blinked and sat up. Maria was examining the fencing that ran the length of the building for safety purposes, testing it with her hand by pulling at it somewhat. It seemed stable enough.

A sneaky smile played at lips as she heard Momo getting to her feet. Turning to glance over her shoulder she silently gestured for her to come forward, to look out at the view. Cautiously stepping closer to Maria's side she took in the view of the rapidly vanishing sun. Oranges, reds and yellows gave way to purples, pinks, and a deep blue. It was a good view, but she'd seen it before. She knew something was up but part of her worried they were already done.

Momo turned to look at Maria who had produced a piece of black silk, mischief glittering in her eyes. Momo's eyes widened slightly in panic but before she could move away, Maria had stepped behind her, shoving her directly into the fence so her chest and cheek pressed right into it. A firm palm kept itself at between her shoulders while the other arm went for Momo's wrist and pull her arm behind her back. Using her weight now to keep her in place, warm bodies all pressed together, she withdrew her hand from shoulders and let fingers slowly walk underneath white-button up shirt. With a bit of shifting around a white lacey bra came free and fell at their feet. Blood-red nails mercilessly dug right into a perky breast and raked across it, breaking the skin just slightly and leaving thin little drippy trails of red. They pinched and twisted nipple to make Momo writhe against her.

The teasing didn't last long. Maria directed Momo's arm up over her head with a great deal of carefulness but also firmness. Maria's free hand raised up to tie Momo's wrist to the fence. And then the other. By the time she finished making sure both wrists were secured she was panting softly from excitement. “Maria...” whimpered Momo, struggling feebly against the bonds. This was so embarrassing. But at the same time she craved more.

Maria was only too happy to fulfill the desire. She undid a few of the buttons of her own white button down top and shrugged off slim-and-tailored red suit-jacket, deftly hooking it on a part of the fence. She took out her phone and took a few photos of the lovely prize she had all bound up, each shutter click noisily ringing in Momo's ears.

She stepped behind Momo with a soft breathy laugh. Both hands were free now. They explored her every curve in no great rush. Soft touches. Finger brushes along the hip. Finger-tips dancing along lips and palm stroking Momo's cheek. They settled on her hips and trailed down legs to the hem of green skirt. And under. Maria's hunger grew again. She had planned to continue teasing but skipped ahead, quickly tug-tugging lacey white panties down leg and let them fall around ankles. “Oh God,” said Momo, blushing brightly and feeling her heart trying to burst from her chest. Maria undid the buttons of Momo's shirt quickly and then suddenly pressed her full weight into her, Momo's bared chest pressing right into the cold chain-link fence, nipples poking through.

Maria bit her lip a moment, simply inhaling Momo’s scent along her neck before suddenly sinking her teeth into the tender flesh. It wasn't enough to draw blood but very nearly. She sucked noisily, leaving a giant claiming mark. Fingernails raked along inner thigh. Withdrawing to see the lovely mark left on neck with a satisfied smile she quickly slapped the ass that was pressing back into her needily, leaving a big mark. And then another. A third landed in a new spot. She groped at the warm flesh before moving hand around Momo's middle, down between her legs. Two fingers that had much shorter nails played along outer lips, nearly purring in delight when she found a wealth of warm, sticky fluid immediately coating her fingers.

Maria changed position, wet-and-glazed fingers pressing into Momo’s open, willing mouth. Momo moaned around the fingers and indeed did suck and lick them clean of her juices with the fervor of a pet who has been gifted a lovely treat. Maria's other hand replaced the first but this time pressed in immediately, her thumb quick to move up to flick against clit.

Finger fucking Momo as she rolled her hips, grinding herself firmly against the other woman. Wet fingers retracted from Momo's mouth, wiping the saliva along cheek and into hair the way someone might use a towel.

Maria quickly grabbed her jacket and let it fall just behind and slightly in between Momo's legs. She tugged the short green skirt even higher. Momo's white lace panties were already damp and Maria carefully helped her remove them. She caught Momo's eye and signed to her, You're being such a good slut for me today. I think that deserves a reward, but only if you beg. She held up the panties, a brow lifting suggestively while head tilted to the side. “P-please, Maria... I'll keep being so good for you.”

As you wish. Enjoy, it tastes like a pathetic needy whore. The panties were stuffed into Momo's mouth and Maria patted her cheek comfortingly. Momo was never sure when the softness would turn harshness with Maria and she loved it.

Then without hesitation Maria got on her knees on her jacket, looked up and paused again. To build anticipation. So she could really take in this view. So she could pray before this meal she was about to enjoy. All the teasing and torment evidently wasn't too much for Momo, if her dripping cunt was any indication.

A drip landed on Maria's glasses, who took that as a cue to remove them and set them aside safely. She shifted higher on her knees and began to plant soft kisses along Momo's thighs. The softness of these kisses were contrasted with sharp nails that raked and scratched along the opposite thigh at the same time. And the less-than-occasional bite. Momo groaned around her gag helplessly. Even when she needily pressed back she'd find Maria denying her by drawing just outside of where she could strain against bonds. And then spank her a few times. She repeated this until those pale thighs were littered with her markings.

Then she decided to stop playing and just as Momo was straining against the bonds to be touched, to get something; Maria's tongue was waiting in just the right place to brush and dance against and in between outer lips and pressed inward. Maria hungrily explored every inch of Momo's pussy, licking up all of her juices. She ringed her tongue around clit until she shifted to flicking the tip of it along that pink nub. Momo pressed back and down needily, always wanting more. Maria was through teasing. All it took was her shuffling forward slightly on knees so that Momo could press her more of weight onto Maria's face and really ride it. Hips were instantly rolling to meet the hungry mouth and tongue below her. She was already so worked up it didn't take much for her to be absolutely set off. Her eyes squeezed shut suddenly and her breathing from her nose was more intense, hips auto-rolling, her legs becoming shakey as muscles spasmed.

A noticeable bulge had formed in the front of red skirt and Maria reached down. Panties shifted aside and cock was freed enough for her to stroke it while Momo rode her orgasm out. When the shaking died down, Maria pulled away and stood up, a cloth handkerchief from pocket wiping her face of all the slut-juice. They both had a short moment of a breather. Momo opened her eyes and Maria was staring right at her and signed; I need you, are you ready? Maria took out the gag. “Yes.”

Maria stepped up behind Momo and was quick to put her back where she belong; pressed right up against the chain link fence. She strained to turn and look but Maria quickly used free hand to force Momo's cheek pinned back into the fence with a scoff. “Ohh~” Maria ground her hips right into Momo's before readjusting cock with her hand. Tip of dick was directed lower, feeling it brush against outer lips and seek entry. “Hnn,” was all that escaped Maria's lips, hot breath on Momo's neck.

Hand that kept Momo's silly little head in place slackened enough to weave it's way into her hair and pull it firmly whilst still keeping her pinned. Momo didn't need the encouragement, really, she was happily pressing her hips back into Maria. Maria might have normally taken her time, perhaps inching in and out while going deeper each time. Today she picked up the pace, filling Momo up with one long insistent thrust, while nails on free hand dug into hips to pull her back as far as the bonds allowed.

She began to rhythmically pull out and thrust back in with vigor, the pace picking up by the second. She directed her subordinate with her hair, pulling Momo harder to her as she thrust inwards.

Momo could hear Maria's panting growing to exceed her own. She could feel the pulse and throb of the cock inside of her, filling her over and over again. To be used like this just after cumming so hard was fairly overwhelming.

She didn't stop as Momo writhed and wriggled, moaning to the point of whimpers before going limp for a moment and... starting up again. Maria was content to tease and torment Momo for hours. It had become her new favorite game. But right now she was on a mission. Face flushed from exertion she sighed and groaned under her breath, she was close. Momo wasn’t going to push past previous peaks but was happy to be close like this, to be helpful and needed. She made conscious effort to squeeze that cock inside of her, milking it, delighting in the soft breathy sighs it elicited from Maria.

“Momo . . .” said Maria, in just the softest voice, breathing hitching, thrusts eventually slowing to a stop. It was a strain to talk. Saved for special occasions and often contained to one single word. Momo felt her heart thump. She knew what a blessing it was to hear Maria talking and closed her eyes, a happy smile on lips. It was like a truckload of praise for having done a good job all at once.

Maria nuzzled her face into the crook of Momo's neck, heavy breathing coming down slowly. They stayed like this for a few moment before Maria withdrew.

AFTER

Maria blinked and looked down at Momo, who'd been unbound. They'd both worn themselves out and sat under a canopy of stars speckled on a blue-purple sky, still on the roof. Maria's jacket on her lap providing a pillow for Momo's sleepy head, which Maria contentedly stroked and pet. She'd managed a few paper-soft words of praise and signed the rest; My Good Girl, You did so good for me baby, I am so proud of you and am going to take good care of you.

Every trace of the sadistic mask had been stripped off for maternal warmth and compassion. She was tired and sore a bit but imagined it was nothing compared to Momo so she was quite pleased to provide loving care, forehead kisses, soft touches and later, assistance getting home, fed and tucked into bed with plushie. She took the time to play nurse and disenfected anywhere she'd drawn blood, applying cute little band aids with Hello Kitty on them.

. . .

Momo: this is the best fucking job i've ever had @_@

Maria: *giggles*

THE FUNNY ENDING:

Momo: “MARIA YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME UP HERE LIKE THIS” >:[

Maria: *ignores her and goes home for the night* z.z

STORY NOTES

I wrote up some quick character profiles for each character prior to writing and am including them as they were cute and give more details about appearance/motivations. It’s possible I bring them back.

Miss Maria -- her personalized name sign, specific to her and taught to friends is a “M” held just over the heart. In heels, she's the same height as her lower-ranking coworker (5'9)--she is indirectly Momo’s boss within a large organization. Short, styled slightly wavy black hair with tasteful red highlights. She has purple eyes and does not wear contacts. This is not explained. Accept it. While she can talk, she doesn't for the most part--she is not deaf and sometimes people forget this. It is very soft and strained when she does. She has long scars on her neck and doesn't cover them unless a cute scarf is warranted. No one has ever directly asked her about it within the office. She has taught many teams within the office sign language through programs that pays employees to learn. Half Japan/Half Italian Ancestry. Fluent in a few different sign dialects and can translate from a few different languages (importantly, Japanese/English/Italian/French). Known to take good care of those in her employ and has a fantastic working record. Owns a cute condo and a giant doberman who she only calls “Little Puppy,” who really is a giant baby but would tear someone in half for her human. 28 years. All red skirt-suit jacket combo with a white button up shirt. Only just now becoming comfortable with her sadistic tendencies and expressing them in healthy ways. Enjoys spoiling, soft touches and Mom Domme just as much. She was very surprised when Momoka approached her so bravely.

Momo - Junior Assistant Accountant Third Grade (E Division) Momoka (Momo to those friendly) -- has been with the company for too long without promotion but is too meek to push for it in reviews. Has convinced herself the extra responsibility is too much. Model employee. Signed up for sign language classes in a heart beat and not-so-mysteriously picked up some from personal research. Lonmg, darkly-green hair. A few different studded earrings. 5'9. Former best student, chronic people pleaser, has two kittys, Luna and Inuyasha (yeag). 32 years. She wears tasteful and subtle pins that flag her to other queers. She's a masochist. She developed a crush on her superior and just frickin’ went for (we love that for her!)

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voidmothermercy · 1 year

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Astoria & Reinne

[ A story I made based on a prompt. Song is borrowed from a Gaelic work-song. TAGS: wholesome, magic use, curse, creative writing, LGBT, wlw, trans, non-sex scenes]

PROMPT: A Princess accidentally wrongs a Witch and is cursed so that “no man” shall ever love her. Fortunately, the Princess is a lesbian, and is overjoyed. When the Witch finds out her spell backfired she is furious and goes to confront the Princess. Except now that she's a little calmer, the Princess is super cute? Sparks fly, and not because of a magic spell.

“AND so because you disturbed the sanctity of my woods, I curse ye to never know the love of a man for as long as ye live,” the Witch Astoria growled with dark delight, standing over Princess Reinne imperiously.

Wait, really? thought Princess Rienne to herself, hoping her expression didn't give away her truth. Crossing the Witch who lived in these woods had led to some fairly well known stories in her village. They were warnings to stay away from here. She'd sunk to her knees to beg the Witch for forgiveness--she'd been lost, not prying or stealing or anything, really! She looked up now. The Witch's illusions made her seem every bit the storybook character, ancient, hobbled, cane in hand, face riddled with warts and dressed all in raggedy grey clothes. But it seemed...wrong somehow to Reinne. Like she wasn't seeing all that was there. Like there was something beyond. The spell hinged on and was empowered by the idea that people see what they want--and that helped keep people from her land.

Disbelief in this guise would make the glimmer spell dissipate, revealing her true form. Reinne started looking from thigh-high all black boots and continued upwards over flowy, gorgeous black robes. The Witch's face was nothing like the spell--she was youthful. Her skin was soft but not unmarked, she had several criss crossing scars right on her face, across the bridge of her nose and cheek. She wore no hat and impossibly long white hair fluttered in the breeze that swayed through the clearing.

It was obvious the Witch expected some kind of reaction to her curse but silence held it's place in the forested clearing while the wheels turned in Reinne's head. If I say nothing, she'll know I'm... I could just...? Reinne's gaze darted up to meet the Witch eyes, which were all purple. “Oh, uh, no!” she said, lowering her face or she'd never be able to maintain the act, fist striking the soft ground “not men!”

The Witch crossed her arms across chest and looked down on Reinne. Was she joking? To be a Princess cursed to never find a man meant she herself was a curse. She wouldn't even be a Princess anymore. Others would avoid or even ignore her for fear of catching it herself. Oh, well. She'll learn.

The Witch reached out and from the thin air produced her staff. It was ornate, hand-carved and at the top sat a crow with eyes made from bits of obsidian. With the very end of the staff pressed gently to Reinne's chin, delicately but insistently forcing her gaze back up from the ground. “Go,” she commanded.

Reinne stared up at the Witch, suddenly noticing how powerfully cute her would-be punisher was. Her face was flushed but she didn't want to look away. The Witch's command hit like a truck, which hadn't even been invented yet. The staff was withdrawn.

Taking a big breath she got to her feet, with no help from the Witch and ran off back through the woods. But not without a quick peek over her shoulder.

THE NEXT DAY. . .

In Astoria's tiny shack of a cottage, located in the very heart of the forest, she was entertaining a guest. From the outside it would appear nothing unusual for it's location. On the inside one would find a much more expansive-than-possible layout. She really did have a cauldron and it burbled and bubbled endlessly simmering over the fire. Herbs and roots hung from the ceiling, drying and ready to be used whenever.

Dodoria was a Witch who lived on the cliffs overlooking the sea. She had all white-eyes, which were focused on her friend and long white hair curled locks of hair. They sat at a cozy wooden table and traded stories, shared resources and simply enjoyed each other's company--sometimes in complete, comfortable silence.

“She was flirting with you,” Dodoria said, simply and evenly, the way she stated most things she believed to be fact.

Astoria was mid-sip of her Tea and had to set it down, coughing a bit as she had tried to breath the Tea. “You did that on purpose,” Astoria grumbled. Dodoria sat there, smiling and maintaining a mask of innocence. Who, her?

Dabbing at dark lips with napkin she collected herself. “And no, she wasn't; I cursed her. She'll be run out of the castle now. Her family won't want to speak with her. Who is flirting with someone who does that?” queried Astoria, thinking herself clever for the retort--doubly so because it only produced a thoughtful silence from her companion which she took as a win.

“Do you think the curse was maybe an overreaction on your part?” ventured Dodoria, all the time smiling her sweetest. She was running her finger over the rim of her mostly-empty mug, peeking at the dregs of leaves left behind. Astoria flashed narrowing purple eyes at Dodoria. “There are rules for a reason, Dodo.”

“You should ask her out,” offered Dodoria helpfully, either not listening or choosing to ignore her friend.

“You're insane.”

Dodoria sipped the last of her tea and stood up, “Maybe go check on her? A curse is a heavier burden when shouldered alone.”

Astoria rolled her eyes. That was the point. What Witch went around checking in on the people they'd cursed?? “Goodbye, Dodo. Fly safe,” she said, waving to her friend.

MUCH, MUCH LATER . . .

The sun was setting and warm tones of yellow, red and orange took over the sky. Sitting at the very edge of a neighbouring village was a small cabin with a decent chunk of farmland surrounding it. Smoke steadily wisped out from chimney as a low fire burned. Rienne was in the garden, pulling weeds. Her beautiful silk dresses had been traded for beige overalls with a sleeveless tunic. This had the effect of showing off her toned, muscled arms. Her long, flowy blonde hair had been cut short. Indeed, if the Witch didn't know better, she would have never guessed who it was. While she worked, she sang, “Mile marbhasig air a' ghaol O hi ri ri ri ri iu. Meel-a mara-vesh air gheul Oh he re re re re yoo.”

Her voice was light and airy, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Here she was, dirt and grime everywhere including under her nails, pulling weeds and singing... happily. Her sweat glistened in the fading light and skin adopted a few goosebumps as the first taste of the cool evening air washed over her.

This isn't what Astoria expected at all when she'd heard from a little bird (a crow, in fact) that Reinne she had cursed was living on a small farm now. A Princess like her, she had thought to herself earlier with some delight, she wouldn't last five minutes on a farm. She's probably miserable. Astoria gripped her staff a little tighter as she grew angry, hair rising in the air as magical energies collected around her. She didn't like to be on the receiving end of a bit of trickery.

The more she watched Rienne work, the less angry she got. The happy, energetic song was kind of infectious. Finally Rienne got to her work-booted feet and dusted her hands free of dirt. Only so much fell off though so when she wiped the back of her hand over cheek, it smudged across her face. “All done for today,” she declared, walking back to the small house. On the porch area, near the door and on a little “welcome” matt, a sleeping retriever opened it's eyes. Rienne going inside at this time could only mean one thing--dinner time. The golden pup did a big stretch and trotted to his owner's side, brushing against her and looking up expectantly. “Oh, look whose awake,” she chided the dog, patting it's head as they both went inside.

Astoria tipped her head to the side, reconsidering things. Now that she'd calmed down and in this light, she realized how adorable Rienne was. Strong. Capable. Self-motivated. Kind and caring for her pet. And working on the farm and doing everything by herself had built muscle. Even Astoria was almost unsure this was the same person.

“Fuck,” Astoria said, leaning heavily on her staff.

She mulled over Dodo's words in her head; Do you think the curse was maybe an overreaction on your part?

Her friend was never going to let this go. With a deep sigh to steady herself, she walked towards the house. Staff de-materialized with a glittery shimmer in the air. Hand paused right before knocking and withdrew as she second-guessed herself. This is too crazy, I should just go. Another part of her mind took over suddenly, forming a tough resolve and knocked upon the door.

Knock-knock! There was an excited sound of scrambling followed shortly by barks to announce the stranger's presence. The door swung open and there stood Reinne... and she was holding an enormous knife. It was clear she was expecting someone...else. Someone who might need a good poking with a sharp object to move along. “Oh,” she said, tucking the knife into her apron, “it's you.” She folded her arms across her chest. “What do you want?” Reinne asked simply, directly.

“Will you go out with me?” Astoria asked, her face serious. But she was blushing. The shadows were creeping in as nightfall inched closer. Purple eyes were peering directly at Reinne, taking all of her in. She smelled of... hard work. Their eyes meet.

“So,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “let me get this straight... you curse me for what I can only call petty bullshit. Threaten me. Have me indirectly removed from the royal court. And the curse backfires because, and this is my favourite part,” she chuckled, “because I'm gay. Now you hunt me down and ask to go out? You don't get out a lot, do you?”

People--that is, most people, had a tough time staring down a Witch. A mysterious compulsion to look away was common. But Reinne just kept staring at her, defiance burning in her eyes--breaking the spell.

“That about sums it up,” smiled the Witch somewhat sheepishly, tipping her head to the side. Somehow she was even cuter when she was mad. Reinne just glared. “Look. I made a mistake. And you paid the price. Will you let me make this right?”

Reinne had heard more than enough of this. She knew the risk in offending a Witch but wasn't going to take this. A really cute Witch still did not get a free pass to treat her poorly. Even if Astoria seemed willing to try and make it right, her approach was not well received. Astoria is, let's say, not great at socializing with humans. Reinne reached out and put her hand on the door. “Go,” she said, quoting Astoria herself from their earlier encounter. And then she shut the door right in Astoria's face. It felt empowering as hell for the former princess.

I just turned away a Witch, she thought to herself, smugly satisfied.

. . . one moment later . . .

I just turned away a Witch! she thought to herself, face losing all color suddenly. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

Astoria kept smiling as darkness closed in around her like a cloak, the warmth and light that had been escaping the home were suddenly gone. She wasn't used to being treated like this but knew it was more than fair. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she flushed all the brighter. Was she mad? Gods, no. “I'm gonna marry her,” she decided suddenly after a wistful sigh.

THE NEXT GAY. . .

Reinne had a rough night. She had vivid dreams--nightmares, really. But a new day had dawned upon them and the call of the birds n cicada outside woke her. It was early but that was life for her now. Up early for farm work. Crash during the afternoon. Do some light-work during the evening/late afternoon.

She opened the door. She was half awake and so nearly tripped on the package waiting for her. Clucking away in a small-ish cage was a brown hen. She hadn't had the money so far to get any animals. Next to the cage was an equally small basket, filled with eggs. Sleepy and baffled she picked up the cage. “Now, how did you get here?” she asked of the chicken, who offered no help. “Can't be comfortable in there. C'mon now, Marshmallow,” she cooed, naming the creature immediately. Even being nipped at and scratched with claw and beak she remained calm and unflinching as she undid the bindings and let the bird free. It seemed happy to be out of the cage and stretched before hobbling off to find some bugs to eat. It's not like she knew anyone really--definitely no one who would do this. She licked the blood dripping down her thumb where Marshmallow had nipped her.

Realization dawned on sleepy face when she bent to pick up the eggs, “Oh.” Reinne stood up fully again and looked around at the edges of her property, calling out, “If you think this is going to make me forgive you, you can forget about it.” There was no reply. It didn't seem to stop her from taking the gifts. She went back inside. Time for breakfast then work.

THE GAY AFTER THAT. . . .

She'd slept good that night. No nightmares. Only pleasant dreams. Reinne hoped she had seen the last of the Witch--that her saying “go” actually worked. Opening the door to her home and there was another cage. Tied to it was a note card which said, “I thought the first one might be lonely. ♡”

I should have never went into that fucking forest, thought Reinne to herself. “Lets get you free, Tortellini.”

THE GAY AFTER THE GAY BEFORE THIS ONE

Soft pitter patter of rain fall surrounded them in a calm and peaceful silence. Today Dodoria had found Astoria sitting in branch of a tall mostly-bare tree overlooking the small village she had been frequenting. Today was a day for comfortable silence. Sometimes friends didn't need words to have an understanding or an enjoyment of the other's presence. This was also Dodoria's way of checking in on a very close friend, indeed one of her coven. Their legs dangling beneath them they just sat together. Neither was wet or even damp as the air around them was charged in such a way that it appeared the rain simply decided to go around them. From within the folds of her all white cloak Dodoria took out a small parcel and unwrapped it, wordlessly passing her friend an honey-oat cookie. They munched together quietly and listened to the song of nature all around them, while keeping a close eye on the small lonely cottage.

[ Note: Because this story was just based on a prompt, my editing has been very light . If you see any errors and would like me to correct, please let me know. ]

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The Dungeon: Chapter 2

[ Thank you for reading. To make up for the lateness of my last planned posting, I’m doing extra today. PLEASE READ TAGS: D&D, slime girl, fae, height different, overpowering, tentacles, impact play, magical hypno ]

-- CHAPTER 2 --

“Why don't you take the rest off? It's far too warm. Here, let me help ease your burdens, adventurer,” she cooed in the warmest and most maternal tone.

Gooey tentacles crept closer and closer to Tati; who had backed up into a wall and just stayed there. They wrapped around her ankles, snaking upwards. They curled about her wrists. They gently undid straps, pulled knots free and were exceedingly gentle in tugging away the bits of armor and clothing, casting them aside gently into a pile of bones.

Now finally her present was unwrapped and Licorice took in every inch. Tati's snow-white body was littered with scars of varying shapes and sizes, bruises, newer looking cuts. Most noticeably she was built like someone who could tear you in half, with heavily toned muscles and tall frame. She had a runic tattoo for warding on her shoulder. She had blue where pink should be including blush, mouth, tongue and nipples.

“Now, little one, what is your name?” Licorice queried, hypnotic gaze staying locked onto Tati's.

“Tatiana. . . ” she said dreamily. It was a rare experience for her to be craning her head up at someone, for someone to make her feel powerless. Actually, that never happened.

“A very cute name. It is lovely to meet you, Miss Tatiana. My name is Licorice.”

“Are you going to eat me. . . ?” came Tati's voice, sounding as if in a far away place.

“Oh my, no. How dreadful,” she giggled, “unless you're into that, pumpkin. No, I want to do . . . other terrible and wonderful things to you,” she grinned. Hand cupped Tati's chin and held it in place, drawing her face closer than ever. “Would you like that? My spellwork cannot force you to play--especially you, pretty Fae. I like to play on the rough side, but I think a rugged adventurer like yourself would withstand it just fine. What do you think?” There was no way to tell whether or not Licorice was being honest--but she was. (Author: This isn't a CNC story, after all!)

Breaking from the dream only partially Tati was able to take a moment to think on this. As long as the rest of the party doesn't find me like this... “Yes. Yes, please, Licorice.” It was hard not to think about how long it's been since she had been able to be so soft with someone.

“If at anytime you want me to stop, if I hurt you in a way you don’t like, if you just aren't comfortable, you must tell me. You will say “Red” and I will stop. “Yellow” and I will slow down. “Green” and I will take it as a sign you enjoy it. Are we understood, Miss Tatiana?” Post-hypnotic suggestion was a tool that Licorice leaned on lightly but here she was purposely embedding the system for future use.

“Yes, I understand.” This wasn't how it went in the stories she'd heard about where lost adventurers would end up snagged up into a chest against their will and invaded. This beautiful creature boldly stated she would let her prey go if asked. It was no fun to play with an unwilling partner, in Licorice's estimation--and most people were quite willing.

“You will call me Mistress and this only,” she said suddenly.

“Y-yes.. Mistress.”

The haze was returning in full force as slime-tentacles continued to work their way around Tati's body, constricting her, overpowering that bulk and making it look easy at the same time, leaving more of that entrancing slime behind. The dripping tentacles bound her and as hard as she might try to break free, she couldn't. Tati was used to having to hold back, to be careful of her much smaller and fragile party members, so when she really tested Licorice and was still unable to escape, a fresh wave of subspace euphoria helped to wash away any remaining thoughts she might have.

Watching Tati work this out made Licorice even more hungry. A wicked smile took over her lips when the Fae relaxed and accepted she wasn't the strong enough. “It was a valiant effort,” teased Licorice.

“Here, now, in this place, you must know something.” The tentacles covered Tati now, wrapping even tighter and suddenly hoisted her up into the air, suspending her there as if she was nothing. The room got very slightly darker as torches flicker, “I am much stronger, much bigger and much much more powerful. Fight me as you like, I will win.”

Long, gooey tendril snaked is way up white leg and toyed along innermost thighs before moving between them. A second tentacle reached upwards to help spread blue outer lips open while yet a third appeared and teased. Having a variable shape and form certainly had it's uses. Inner lips spread and the slimestuff began to drip. The end of the tentacle ever so slowly pressing inside of her split itself in half. One half immediately snaked up to her clit and circled it without touching at first. The other persistently pressed inside of her, stretching as it grew larger to keep stretching her. Licorice appeared to float but was once again shifting her form, so she could be face to face with Tati whose expression was twisted in pleasure. When her blue lips finally parted to release a small torrent of sighs and moans, another tentacle was ready--running a tip along her lips to provide a slime glaze. The taste was a lot like candy, which surprised her. Licorice shifted forward quickly and kissed those luscious lips, tendrils at the back of Tati's head pressing her into the kiss all the more. She didn't need the encouragement but took it.

Tongue dancing with a delicious slime-girl was a first for her. It was now she suddenly remembered that threateningly long tongue because it was sneaking it's way past her slime-glossed lips, twisting around her tongue in little stands of slime. Short of injecting the slime directly, consumption was the most powerful level of her pheromone spellwork. All the prior effects would heighten to their most potent. Every other thought had been magically drop kicked out of her head and pulled her right into subspace. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she began to glow blue. Intricate patterns of silver criss-crossed her body--it looked like constellations and star-stuff, it looked like the pattern of creation. It looked beautiful and only the rare person would ever get to see it.

“Oh sweetheart, you're bio-luminescent?” said Licorice, in genuine wonder. “You're gorgeous...”

With a sudden movement the torches were out and they were both cast in the soft blue light that Tati was emitting. “Please... Mistress” was all Tati could manage at the moment, her tone the epitome of need.

Licorice was smiling at Tati's far off, lost expression. Another tentacle began to press at her ass, which Tati immediately shifted her weight into. A whole array of tentacles suddenly raised over both of them, a tidal wave of tentacles, surrounding them. They attacked from every angle and all at once. Pressing into and past her lips and deep into throat. Twisting around breasts and nipples, firmly flexing on the points where it restrained her to remind her she is small and weak, others still pulling away from her only to suddenly whip inwards. Crack! The hits never came to the same place twice in a row, she spread them all out. They rained down upon her, covering her in small marks, even lightly smacking her face.

Each marked, bitten, whipped area of her snow-white skin would each be covered in little bruises and/or hickeys—all of them faintly bluish. This was overwhelming in the best way, being surrounded, attacked from all sides, being overpowered and now defenseless was a lot for her and not the position she was used to for sure. Normally much smaller creatures tried to attract her and she had to gentle. It occurred to her suddenly; this is how my partners must feel.

Most lovers were unable to be in two places at once and Licorice thought that was a shame for them. She split herself in half, making them a trio, but never lost mass. One half of Licorice was behind Tati, suddenly biting her neck from behind, hands sneaking around waist, digging in nails. This one also shifted her form about a little bit so the tentacle fucking Tati was directly stemming from between her legs and slightly more phallic--as if a lovely slime strap-on. The other stayed where the original had been, smiling wickedly as she surveyed the scene.

“You're being so good for me, little one.”

Tati was in another universe altogether, floating through sub-space as she went from stimulated to over-stimulated. It came to a point that when Licorice stopped or slowed down that Tati's legs would spasm and then would have a full body shudder when she started again. Eventually, tentacle withdrew from deep in Tati's throat who huffed when finally free to do so.

Pushing through everything going on was an act of enormous strength and speaks to the inherent abilities of Fae and her own mental fortitude. Her eyes cleared up somewhat and she peered right into Licorice's hypnotic one's; her own beginning to glow; actively preventing all of those abilities and coming out of it, “Yellow, Licorice. How long are you planning on leaving me like this?” Licorice had kind of got lost in her own headspace and desires. She fought the natural inclination to say for days and instead did the proper thing, which was slowing somewhat, regaining her composure. “My apologies, Miss Tatiana, I didn't expect to be so... swept up. Keep going?” The question received a quick nod. Tati was lowered somewhat, so just the tips of her toes made contact with the ground and Licorice's second version was reabsorbed. Licorice's hands now weaved themselves between Tati's fingers as blue eyes dimmed and the effects once again washed over her. Palm pressed into palm and insistently pressed Tati into the wall, effectively pinning her there helplessly. Tentacles never fully stopped toying and teasing but now they became frantic. A third arm formed out of purple gooey chest and used hand to tip that pretty head upwards to look at the ceiling. Licorice's head dipped in close and sunk surprisingly sharp teeth into white flesh. Her mouth quickly sought to make a claiming mark in that neck, something that would be remembered but not permanent. Many of the tentacles that had been dedicated solely to leaving pretty marks all over Tati's flesh retracted. A new one formed between slime-legs, while Tati's were lifted to accommodate. “You have my permission to make as big a mess as you like, you have been so good for me, pet,” she whispered sweetly as she withdrew to lick along marked neck. Tati's eyes closed and if she didn't focus, the slime-dick thrusting inside of her felt like the real thing. It throbbed with what felt like need and desire. Licorice's smirking, cold-bitch of a Domme exterior softened complete with gentle panting. “I need you, honey” cooed Licorice. This time there was no slowing down, no teasing, the tormenting was over. Tati's soft, high breathing became quicker and quicker and finally hitched until she cried out in a tone of joy but in non-common—in Fae-tongue.

“My Good Girl,” she encouraged. Licorice felt Tati's body overcome with spasms, struggling against the tentacles that bound her in place. She felt the tightness of Tati's lips wrapping around her cock, milking it. A purple and more watery slime was produced in much the same way cum would but much more of it. It mixed with Tati's juices which glittered in the dim-blue light and dripped between them and onto the ground. They stayed closely stuck together for a long time, Licorice recovering enough of herself to softly stroke Tati's hair and cheek comfortingly while slowly retracting all the extra bits of herself that were no longer needed. Instead she gently drew Tati close to her in a nice, warm hug, whispering further secret praises into her ear. The bio-luminescent glow softened until it went out and darkness swallowed them up.

AFTER . . .

Tati: Can I get your number?

Licorice: *purrs* Oh yes, call me anytime, Darling.

Tati: Ah, uhm...And my weapons?

Licorice: What weapons? :innocent:

Tati looks down at Licorice's chest and deep inside she can see her sword n dagger just floating there.

Licorice: Oh, those *twirls hair* Go on and take them~

Tati sighs while blushing and looked down for a moment. Then reached out quickly, arm and fist bursting into the devilish slime's torso. With some effort she managed to yank them free and turn to leave. Licorice had trouble keeping her form solid after this and melted into a puddle.

Two eyes watched Tati walk away before climbing back into her snuggly treasure chest--waiting for the next unwary traveler to cross her path.

#erotica #lgbt #lesbian #d&d #fae #slime girl #impact play #height difference #over powering #tentacles

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The Dungeon

[ Thank you for reading. Tags: D&D, slime girl, fae, height different, overpowering, tentacles, impact play, magical hypno ]

“You aren't supposed to split the party,” Tati complained to herself, keeping her voice a cautious whisper. Here she was, several days deep into massive and sprawling ancient ruins and now she's alone because they wanted to split the party to explore for treasure. Fifteen minutes, they said. There was no convincing the rest but... she would be fine. Tati is tall with snow-white skin and horns. Often she is mistaken for a winter sprite or a snow nymph and didn't correct people on it. She also didn't confirm either, preferring some element of mystery—as a good Fae should, honestly.

It was still a long way down but she'd found a secret little path that diverted from her route. Someone at some point had given her the sage advice that one should always be looking for secret ways. Holding up the torch she considered the heavy dilapidated iron grate leading into her off-the-path diversion, looking into the darkness. She'd have to crouch down, at the least, but it could work. With one gauntlet she gently ripped the grate entirely from it's place in the wall and daintily set it aside. Shifting downwards she began to awkwardly try to navigate the tunnel. This wasn't working. She got on hands and knees instead, making it much easier although even more awkward. The torch lit the way and got in the way all at once. She nearly burned herself dropping it in a clumsy maneuver. She reached the end of the tunnel and saw now it turned in two different directions. One was dark, dilapidated and also caved in—even for her it'd take some real work to get it out of the way and the other way was lit with... torches? Who keeps these things going... she wondered to herself, shrugged and continued to work her way free. She wanted to get out of the tunnel and on her feet as soon as possible. Tati hated confined spaces but was doing her best to not let it show. Besides there was something... sticky... coating the tunnel in parts. She made a face when her hand landed in a little puddle of it. “Lovely.” Just then, she felt movement, heard something with her...behind her.. in the tunnel. She couldn't turn to see what it was quick enough and instead immediately got the fuck outta there, scrambling with urgency to her feet into the secret-secret room.

“Hah, nice try, you'll have to be quicker than that.” Tati bent and squinted into the tunnel. Nothing. Not a sound. “Weird. . . hey, wait,” she said, realizing her sword was no longer at her hip when she grabbed at air. “Oh, that is not good.” She began to back up and stopped. The room she had clambered into was dingy and forgotten but not disused. It had torches flickering away meaning she definitely was not alone.“Well fine i'll just use my. .” she began, reaching for dagger which was... also missing “oh come ON.” The only thing in the room was a small, cobweb covered table, an over-turned chair and, she assumed, somewhere there was a spider or something worse. There was also a wooden door, short for her but about the right size for most humans, she assumed. “Tati,” she reminded herself, “you are a weapon.” This was obviously a trap but Tati didn't always make the best life choices—I mean, she decided to be an adventurer of all things. After she was done hyping herself up she went to the door, carefully pushed it open part way and peered inside. It seemed to be... not much. What was that shape in the center of the room? She gently opened the door fully now and with a deep breath tossed the torch inside. It flew through the air and landed... next to a chest. An enormous one. Big enough to fit her inside. Was this a war chest? No, the runes on it looked far too old and fancy for that. She looked up and down into the dark corners of the room. It seemed safe so she crept inside.

She was standing in front of the chest and examined it curiously. There wasn't anything simple at all about the chest and she wasn't a researcher but immediately had the thought: this doesn't belong here. The lock was firmly shut, welded shut by age or perhaps a bit of magic. Tati was determined and quite strong. She tried to open the chest with brute force but found it unwilling to cooperate. “You're stronger than you look,” she muttered to the chest—this was high praise in a way. The chest didn’t leap to respond. She sighed and looked around for clues she had missed. Had there been so much of this slime stuff before? Where did that come from and “Hey, what the fuck,” she cried, standing up. The route she'd taken to get here had closed up. Fae weren't known for their ability to emotionally handle be the victim of a prank. Even shy as she was, she was still a Fae and this was not going to stand. She was bristling and considering the ways she was going to mangle the person who did this to her. And then. . . the room changed. It was the same room but to her, it felt... lighter? And, suddenly, it didn't smell so bad, either. What was that mind-numbing aroma?

“Hello, Darling,” came a lilting voice from behind her and she wheeled around to see... Licorice. Licorice liked to make an entrance.

“Who are you...?”

Licorice was taller than Tati easily. The room was only just big enough to accommodate. Her entire body was composed of a gelatinous purple slime with a busty, feminine figure. And...you could see right through her if you focused. Focusing got harder, incidentally. So Tati did not notice the ornate golden key inside of Licorice's stomach, floating around.“I see you've fallen for my trap, how sad for you~” Licorice said with lilting, playful tone whilst fully ignoring the question posed to her. It took a long moment for the gears to turn in horned head but silently figured out it was Licorice who left the slime behind! (Mystery solved! Good job, Detective Tati!) “Not to worry, I will take good care of you.” Purple, jiggling body swayed and left a trail as she took heeled step after step across the room imperiously from the direction of the chest. The chest was open now. . . and empty. It occured to Tati now that she also knew the source of that scent. Something to calm her victims or clients. Calm them and engage their primal senses, particularly their sexual drive—if they had one. Tati did and she was suddenly having trouble focusing on the mission. Her head was filling with a haze that made her feel just wonderful and warm and want to take off her armor.

Her gauntlets fell off first as hands relaxed—the sound of them clattering momentarily breaking the reverie for a moment. She had more resistance to this than most. Shaking her head she was aware of how close the...creature... was to her now. Licorice was extending one of her locks, which may give off the impression of a tentacle (but is in fact, neither), to brush it along Tati's cheek. “Hey, no touchies!” said Tati, backing up but not quick enough. The scent of Licorice was one thing but physical contact? That was another level and much stronger. It left Tati's cheek covered in a light purple glaze. She felt her eyes misting over and her senses invaded with warmth, her body weakening and all desire to fight being sapped from it.

“Oh? Would you mind repeating that for me?” Licorice was leaning in now, whispering right into her ear. “You. . . don't want me to touch you. . . ?” before drawing back somewhat.

Licorice's cat-like eyes stared right into Tati's bright blues and the latter found it impossible to break away. She lifted a hand up to, ever so softly, brush just the tips along Tati's stomach. Fingers snuck under the armor and left more little trails behind. Tati sighed at the touch, already blushing so much her pale cheeks were overtaken by warm blue tones. “No, I. . . I” she said, finding that Words Making? Hard. The danger alarms in her brain were pacified and a faint smile was spreading over her pale-blue lips. “I … want more...” she managed, in just the softest, neediest voice. She mindlessly pulled at the straps on her chest piece until it slid to the ground (oddly, silently this time) revealing her smallclothes underneath; a sweat and grime covered formerly white tunic that had it's sleeves ripped off to make her shoulders more comfortable along with some pants to match. The armor always pressed and squished, managing to hide her large chest. Nipples strained against scratchy fabric.

Licorice noticed. “Oh my, what a lovely surprise,” she purred in a low, soft voice that seemed to caress and hug your entire being and tell you it was going to be O.K. She licked Tati's cheek with a threateningly long tongue and continued right over her ear, warm breath crashing into and over it. The effect stacked and only became more potent over time with each touch. The slime made her quite simply irresistible.

“I am going to play with you so much~” she promised with her own dark delight and hunger glimmering in her eyes.

The rest of the world faded away except for this room. If Tati had really, deeply believed she was in mortal peril, she may have actually been able to break free. But she wasn't.

#slime #lgbt #erotica #wlw #hypno #hypnosis

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