This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of severe trauma, abuse (physical, emotional), discrimination (transphobia, sexism, racial (humans, hybrids), religious (Paganism)), sex-negativity, crude language (mongrel, ass, bastard, bitch, queer, slut, whore, fuck), and genital mentions (cock, cunt, tits). Reader discretion is HIGHLY advised and a summary of disturbing events will be provided.
The strange singing of a sprightly sparrow gently pulled Elva from her restful slumber. Elva squinted and winced with a grumble as she became aware of the morning light shining on her. After squirming in her warming cuddle, Elva more carefully peeked her eyes open to see the room was only lit by sunlight. The far wall and cabinet were draped in shadow while the orbs on the ceiling were still extinguished.
Suddenly Elva was tenderly squeezed tighter before she heard Mistress whisper, “Good morning, kitten.”
Feeling her heart flutter at the songful sound of her name, Elva swiftly turned her head to find Mistress looking at her caringly. Somewhat startled by waking up next to another person, Elva hesitantly replied while turning to her other side, “Oh, g-good morning, Mistress.”
As Elva met Mistress’ gaze, her eyes softened as she asked, “Did you sleep well?”
Humming and nodding in approval, Elva closed her eyes as she nuzzled into Mistress’ clutches before remarking, “I—don’t think I’ve ever slept so comfortably—or peacefully.” When her eyes opened again, Elva flushed as she realized Mistress’ chest was at her nose.
Before she could shyly pull away, Mistress pulled Elva in and rhythmically moaned as she became enveloped. “I’m so glad, my kitten,” Mistress cooed as she nestled Elva despite her bashful squirming.
Struggling to pull away as her cheeks grew even hotter, Elva lifted her head to mutter, “Um, did-did you sleep—well, Mistress?”
Met with an enthused embrace and a pleased groan, Elva could only stare wide-eyed inside Mistress’ cleavage as she answered, “I slept wonderfully, kitten. It’s been so long since I shared a warm bed.”
Too flustered to fight against Mistress, Elva could only shiver, “I-I liked—that too.” When Elva started heating up from the snug ensnarement, she timidly added, “I, um—I enjoyed—last night, Mistress.”
Clutching Elva tightly before finally easing her grasp, Mistress met Elva’s blushed gaze when she replied, “I’m glad you did, kitten.” Her softened smile turned mischievous as she leaned in to ask, “Do you want to know one of the best things about waking up next to you, kitten?”
Elva felt her heart pound as she looked up at Mistress’ grin. “Uhm, w-what is it, Mistress?” she hesitantly asked.
Mistress’ smirk widened while her eyes peered before she whispered in Elva’s ear, “Being able to eat breakfast in bed.” Elva’s eyes widened as Mistress leaned back and licked her lips.
Anxiously fidgeting in Mistress’ embrace, Elva reflected with a shiver of anticipation, ‘I guess that—makes me breakfast.’ Unable to speak as Mistress giggled and climbed on top of her, Elva’s chest quickly grew hot as she was turned face up.
Looking up at Mistress thrilled Elva as the sunbeams left strong shadows over her face and chest. Elva shuddered as Mistress slowly leaned down with parted lips, closing her eyes with a shiver as their noses touched. For several throbbing heartbeats, Elva waited with haggard breath for Mistress to embrace her.
When her kiss didn’t come, Elva cautiously opened her eyes to find Mistress wide-eyed and shaking. “No, no, no, no, no,” she quietly muttered through uneven breaths while leaning away. As she sat back on Elva’s legs, clenching her trembling shoulders while glancing around before holding her head, Mistress continued in a panic, “This ca-this can’t be happening. Not-not today. Not the third day.”
Mistress’ breathing became more ragged while Elva propped herself up and nervously asked, “What’s wrong, Mistress?” When she didn’t immediately answer, Elva reflected, ‘I’ve never seen Mistress like—,’ before a loud, metallic sound drew their focus to the exit.
With choked breaths, Mistress looked back to Elva when she fearfully remarked, “My father is here.”
Before Elva could finish inquiring, “Your—”, her wrist was tightly gripped as Mistress pulled her upright.
Mistress exclaimed, “You have to hide!” as she swiftly stood on the bed. Practically dragging Elva to her feet, Mistress landed on the rug with a thump as she continued, “If he finds you or learns what we’ve been doing, he will judge you for our sins and—” Mistress didn’t finish as she made sure Elva found her feet with a nervous glance.
In the brief pause as she climbed off the bunk, Elva tried to implore, “Wait, what do you—,” before Mistress tugged her again.
As she hastily led Elva to the empty wall right of the entrance, Mistress implored, “I don’t have time to explain right now, but please trust me, Elva.” Reaching out to seemingly nothing, Mistress grasped something out of thin air while a new doorway suddenly coalesced into existence. Quickly swinging it open, Mistress nearly threw Elva into the dark room as she explained, “You should be safe here. There are wards that keep him from entering the house, but this closet has extra protections if he does get in.” When she let go of Elva’s hand and began closing the exit, Mistress first blew into her palms and conjured faint glows that coalesced into a ball of swirling pink and purple hues. As she handed it to Elva, she remarked, “Here, you’ll be able to hear me through this. I’ll try to get rid of him as fast as I can.”
Dumbfounded as the orb floated between her palms, Elva quickly tried to implore before the door closed, “Wait, wait about—!”
—Extreme content warning. Reader discretion is HIGHLY advised—
—A summary of these events will follow before the chapter continues—
In a thunderous boom that shook the home and startled the songbirds, a coarse voice bellowed out, “Meranarax!! Get your filthy mongrel ass down here, now!!”
Suddenly shivering and speechless as she shrinked, Elva struggled to take in Mistress’ cringe before she meekly remarked, “You’ll hear him too,” and silently closed her in.
As the door vanished into a mist, Elva tried to catch her breath as she stared at the mystical sphere. ‘Meran-ar… Mon-grel—’ Elva nervously contemplated before a strange whirl and flourish of lights grasped her attention.
Elva didn’t have to wait longer before the glows sharpened as the sphere clearly spoke Mistress’ voice, “I told you to never come back here, Lynx. Leave, now.”
In a quieter but no less harsh voice, Lynx stated, “Don’t talk to me like that, you bastard. It’s father or Meranlynx, Meranarax.”
“As if you have any right to call yourself my father,” Mistress snapped. “And I told you not to call me that anymore. It’s Saoirse. SEER-shə. It was twelve hundred years ago when you last invaded my life and I know you know enough Gaelic to—”
A blunt sound halted Mistress’ words as Lynx harshly remarked, “I said don’t give me that tone, boy. It’s cursing enough you make me speak in that hag’s mother tongue. And I don’t need a reminder that you traded your cock for a cunt and pair of tits; your appearance is offensive enough. At least you healed those unsightly scars and hid that disgusting tail. The red all over sure is tacky, though.”
In a more restrained voice, Mistress quickly retorted, “As if I ever asked for your opinion. If you’re done, leave.”
“Oh, I’m hardly done,” Lynx coldly stated. “I have business here, Meranarax. Who did you steal her from?”
Elva felt her heart shiver before Mistress retorted, “There’s no one here besides me, and I haven’t stolen anyone. Not as if that gives you any business here anyway.”
Lynx demanded, “Don’t try and lie to me. I know you haven’t returned to the Auction House and there’s no other way you could have gotten her otherwise.”
“I said,” Mistress sharply insisted, “no one is he—”
Another dull noise quieted Mistress again. “I said don’t,” Lynx sternly reminded her with an emphasis that shook Elva’s feet, “lie to me. Filthy queer, just like that hag bitch that birthed you, thinking you can keep secrets from me. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize that fucking stench anywhere? Did you swipe a whore this time?” Elva’s shivering intensified as Lynx continued questioning, “Or was she a virgin too? Did you not learn your lesson last time? Are you training the girl to be a slut just like that brat Ai—”
Before Elva could speculate his implications, Mistress shouted over him, “There’s no one here! And even if there were, you’d have no claim to them! Now leave!!”
There was a long pause where Elva’s heart seemed to halt before Lynx bluntly urged, “You should stop adding to her sins. Turn her in to be judged before you both regret it again.”
—Summary of events. Reader discretion is still advised—
Before Elva could finish her question, a deep voice called out as loud as thunder for someone named Meranarax while using indelicate words Elva didn’t understand. After cringing and informing the now terrified Elva the orb would speak his voice too, Mistress locked her in the panic room to confront her father. While their encounter was terse, it was harrowing for Elva and left her with more questions than answers.
Mistress’ initial attempt to turn him away fell on deaf ears as Lynx first chastised Mistress for not calling him father or Meranlynx. When she attempted to tell her father to use her own preferred name, Saoirse was struck and reprimanded again. Lynx remarked on his distaste for her mother language before insisting her feminine appearance was enough reminder of her altered genitals. Lynx commented that the only positive changes since they last met were healing her scars and hiding her tail, then remarked her choice of red all over as tacky.
Still refusing to be turned away, Lynx finally insinuated Mistress stole a slave from another master and demanded she be turned over. Mistress’ insistence that she had no slaves and that Lynx had no claim to any she might have earned her another strike. Lynx then pointed out the fetid smell and began questioning Mistress’ motives in training Elva. After being denied one last time, Lynx gave an ominous warning and finally left.
—End of extreme content warning. Reader discretion is still advised—
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