This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication, hair pulling, teasing, biting and penis growth. Reader discretion is advised.

Elva slumbered restfully as her chest rhythmically raised and lowered, lulled gently by soft caresses atop her hair. A soft brush across her ear finally roused Elva from her rest, leaving her to grimace as she stretched awake.

“Good evening, kitten,” Mistress called in a soothing voice, where Elva noticed the warmth of Mistress holding her right hand tenderly.

Slowly, Elva opened her eyes to find herself lying in Mistress’ lap again; her smile was as warm as always, quickly sending Elva’s heart fluttering. ‘This is… starting to feel… familiar,’ she reflected as she looked past Mistress’ bust and into her eyes. “Good… evening?”

“The sun has already set, kitten; the blood moon is crossing through the sky,” she whispered back before adopting a sly grin.

‘Night already?’ Elva sighed lightly and dropped her gaze to the delicate lace of Mistress’ corset. ‘That must be why I feel so rested.’ She brought her left hand up and began rubbing the soft fabric, trying not to think about how much time had passed. ‘I suppose that means we don’t have much… longer to, ah… play?’ Elva’s statement turned to confusion as she felt her head and chest quickly grow hot upon noticing a peculiarly fragrant, floral smell that overwhelmed the devilish redolence she already smelled.

“Wha—” Elva already found it hard to breathe over the heat in her body and the intoxicating scents flooding her mind. Elva brought her left palm up to her chest to try and calm her deepening gasps as she looked back up, to which Mistress snickered with an amused grin. “Wha-what’s that smell, Mi-Mistress?” the strokes on Elva’s hair started sending shivers down her spine, but the light curl of Mistress’ lips sent her heart pounding.

“My aphrodisiacs, kitten. They’re quite aggressive compared to my pheromones, aren’t they?” Elva closed her eyes and shuddered at the next brush of her hair. “They make your desires feel,” as Mistress’ fingertips brushed over her ear, Elva gasped deeply and quivered, feeling her face flush further before Mistress continued, “hungry. And, it seems, like always, you’re quite receptive to my charm, kitten.”

‘H-hungry,’ Elva slowly opened her eyes again to meet Mistress’ gaze. ‘That… makes sense,’ There was a strange twinkle in Mistress’ irises that gripped her attention.

“I’m glad you understand, kitten,” Mistress sweetly said as she caressed Elva’s cheek with the back of her finger. “You’re a fast learner; one of the many things I adore about you,” she added as Elva’s eyes shook closed and her breath shivered.

Mistress gently cupped Elva’s cheek and brushed her thumb against her freckled skin. Gasping lightly, Elva finally noticed something disturbing the skirt of Mistress’ dress just beside her. Elva opened her eyes and tried to turn her head to discover what the cause was, but Mistress slid her hand around Elva’s chin to hold her gaze away. “Uh, wh-what’s that, Mistress?”

“Blood moons carry powerful magic, kitten; had you contracted an incubus, as you intended, you would have discovered that we women are—different from men in several ways.” Mistress eased her grasp and stroked Elva’s cheek a few more times. “With the blood moon’s magic, I can,” as she explained, Mistress brought her hand behind Elva’s back and gently pushed her up with a mischievous smile, “blur some of those differences, kitten.”

The soft touch between her shoulders sent prickles down Elva’s spine while she was raised; as she sat upright, Elva swiftly turned to look at Mistress’ shimmering eyes before crawling closer. Elva knelt next to Mistress and looked at her glistening lips for only a moment before gently cupping Mistress’ cheeks in her hands.

“Mistress… I,” Elva whispered as her breaths grew deep and her eyes heavy.

“Yes, kitten?” Mistress asked sensually with peered eyes while she placed her palm atop Elva’s right cheek; she shivered while her heart pounded in anticipation at the warmth of Mistress’ skin and the sweetness of her breath.

Elva closed her eyes and leaned in to graze Mistress’ soft lips before pulling back for the briefest moment. ‘Mistress, I—’ with a whimper, Elva pushed herself into Mistress and fervently embraced her, ‘I need… you.’ Her breaths heightened to moans with every pull on her lips as Elva felt her head grow light from Mistress’ intoxicating taste.

Without hesitation, Elva lifted her leg over Mistress’ thighs and straddled her lap, wrapping her hands around Mistress’ head and pulling her body closer. As their bodies aligned, Mistress brought her hand around and gently petted Elva’s hair as her right hand slid up her thigh.

Elva trembled as Mistress’ fingers softly caressed her skin, and she found herself pulling Mistress’ head into hers to keep hold of her lips. Mistress softly caressed Elva’s hip, then slowly glided her hand up Elva’s torso, passing tenderly over her ribs until she reached her breast. Elva’s head fell away from Mistress’ lips, shuddering at the light touch and panting harshly.

“Easy, kitten,” she whispered slowly as Elva's head fell onto her shoulder. “You’re already a mess and I’m hardly touching you.”

“I,” Elva slowly spoke through her gaping breaths as Mistress softly groped her, “I’m sorry Mi-Mistress. I-I can’t… help…” her apology turned to a light whine when Mistress gently grasped the hair above her nape and pulled her neck back. Elva quivered and melted into Mistress’ touch, holding her chest out and her head up while her eyes hung nearly closed.

“Breathe, kitten. We’re only getting started,” Mistress whispered as she leaned in to kiss the skin below her collar. Sharply moaning, Elva writhed as Mistress’ lips traveled along her neck; her hips began to rock smoothly, accentuating Mistress’ fondling and the light sting of her grasp.

‘Ahh… ah, it,’ Elva’s mind grew dizzy as Mistress firmly sucked her while traveling downwards. ‘It-it’s not… enough,’ Elva thought as the heat quickly spread to her crotch and began to overwhelm her.

“Mistress, I—!” Elva softly spoke before she lightly shrieked when Mistress pinched her shoulder with her teeth. Elva’s trembling hands lowered to Mistress’ nape and gripped tightly, pulling Mistress into her body. “Ahh… Mistress,” as Elva tried to speak more clearly, Mistress pulled her mouth away to look up at her; Elva could hardly meet her gaze, though, even as she grasped her hair less firmly. “Mistress, I-I need you to… touch me,” she said pleadingly as her body shivered and swayed.

“Touch you,” Mistress teased as she groped Elva more firmly, “where, kitten? Am I not already touching you?” she added while gently pulling Elva’s hair.

Elva briefly whined as head fell back before she pried her eyelids open and peered intently at Mistress. “P-please,” Elva whispered as she lowered her arm and pulled Mistress’ hand down from her breast past her stomach; Mistress halted her descent, however, with a sly grin after her fingers went over Elva’s navel. “I need you to… touch me… where I am… sensitive,” Elva begged with pleading eyes as she continued to push at Mistress’ hand.

With a firm tug, Mistress tightened her grasp on Elva’s hair and pulled her head back. Elva groaned sharply at the sting before she felt Mistress give in to her guidance. “Anything for my kitten,” Mistress whispered back sensually as she lowered her fingers to Elva’s hood.

Elva’s eyes shook closed as she let out a sharp moan, her hips rocking into Mistress’ touch. As Elva began to thrust more aggressively, Mistress lowered her mouth to the opposite side of Elva’s neck and began to nibble tenderly. ‘Oh… oh, Mistress,’ Elva raised her hand to the back of Mistress’ neck and pulled her in firmly. “Mistress, I-I’m—” before Elva could say more, she cried in ecstasy as her body began to thrash, her movement halted only by the grip on her hair.

“That’s my good girl,” Mistress pulled away to whisper before leaning down to bite Elva again. Elva gripped Mistress’ hand to push it into her crotch while her fingers began to dig into Mistress’ nape.

‘Mistress… ahh!’ Elva’s body burned like never before, fogging her thoughts and blending Mistress’ touches. She could only shake and whine until the waves of pressure coursing through her finally abated moments later when Mistress pulled her fingers away. As Mistress released her grip, Elva’s eyes shivered open to see Mistress smiling at her gleefully.

“Well? Was that enough, kitten?” Mistress teased as she stroked Elva’s hair.

“N…no, Mistress,” Elva quietly replied as she caught her breath. “I…I need,” she shivered and struggled to keep her eyes open as she held Mistress’ hand again.

“What do you need, my kitten?” Mistress inquired as Elva paused her request to pant.

Elva shut her eyes and held her head down; the burning behind her groin was only worsening. “Please, Mistress,” as she looked back up, she pushed on Mistress’ arm and guided her fingers past her nub to her slit. “I need you… inside me.”

Mistress’ smile widened as she slowly spread her fingers and rubbed them between Elva’s folds. Elva shivered in anticipation, chest heaving while she pushed on Mistress’ arm. “Of course, kitten,” Mistress whispered before sliding two fingers inside Elva. With a sharp cry, her head fell onto Mistress’ shoulder while Elva threw her hips into Mistress’ hand. As her eyes quivered shut, Elva gripped Mistress tightly to steady her quaking, but to no avail.

‘Oh-oh, Mistress,’ Elva struggled to think as she tried to push Mistress’ fingers further in with the swaying of her hips. Her breaths turned ragged while her desperation swiftly grew as Elva felt her Mistress near her sensitive spot. ‘Please, touch me there… It aches… so bad,’ Elva begged when Mistress brushed right past it.

“Don’t worry, kitten,” Mistress whispered as her hand fell from Elva’s hair to the small of her back, her finger still slowly entering Elva. “I’ll take care of you,” she added before she pulled Elva into her and curled her fingers. The touch sent tremors throughout Elva and stole the air from her chest; her toes curled back and she wrapped her arms around Mistress to calm her quaking.

‘Oh…oh, Mistress, don’t…don’t… stop,’ Elva pleaded as her moans deepened and her body began to thrash.

“Shh, kitten,” Mistress calmly hushed as she gently caressed the small of her back. “I won’t. I want my kitten to cum,” she whispered as she began to press more firmly into Elva. “Can she do that?”

Elva hastily nodded before her moans elevated and her chest began to heave. The rhythmic prodding soon forced elated groans from her lips until Elva could no longer hold back.

“Cum for me, kitten,” Mistress sensually ordered just before Elva let out a blissful sigh and threw their breasts together.

Elva cried out as her body trembled, succumbing to the heat bursting forth. Tightly squeezing Mistress, Elva’s mind went dark as she pushed herself into the soft fabric of Mistress’ dress and the pleasant pressure of her bust.

As the waves fell, Elva shook her hips less fiercely while her whimpers calmed. Mistress slowly pulled her fingers out, leaving Elva to shudder again as she was left empty. Slowly, Elva opened her eyes and gazed at Mistress, resting her arms on Mistress’ shoulders while she tiredly shivered.

“Are you satisfied now, kitten?” Mistress sensually asked as she held Elva tenderly.

Elva weakly whined as she felt her chest continue to burn before she could respond. “No… Mistress,” she bashfully replied as her lips curled and her eyes closed. “It still aches… so badly inside,” as Elva explained, her arms fell to hug Mistress tightly while her head dropped her head to her shoulder.

“Then let me help you satisfy that ache, kitten,” Mistress whispered seductively as her hand slid down Elva’s back to her rear. Elva gasped lightly as her bottom was firmly cupped and gently lifted from Mistress’ lap; she hardly noticed Mistress pull the side-slit of her dress open until something strange brushed past her bud.

“What—” Elva struggled to ask after the sudden touch made her shudder, “ah, what was that, Mistress?” Suddenly, she was reminded of the protrusion that had disturbed Mistress’ dress. Though she wanted to see what it was herself, between her weariness and the comfort of Mistress’ stare, she could only look ahead.

“A part of me I can only show with the moon’s magic, kitten,” Mistress softly replied as she lowered Elva’s hips again. “Maybe it can scratch that itch you have deep inside,” she added sensually with a warm smile and a short giggle.

“Scratch… this itch,” Elva whispered while her heart began to flutter in suspense. She looked at Mistress for another moment before closing her eyes and leaning in her lips. ‘Please, I've felt this ache before… so many nights… all on my own,’ as her embrace grew more passionate, so did Elva’s need to back away to pant deeply before returning to Mistress’ sweet lips.

Mistress pushed away for a moment as she lifted Elva’s rear. “Then become one with me, kitten,” she whispered as she lowered Elva’s bottom slightly, resting her part just outside Elva’s slit.