This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults 18+. The following chapter includes depictions of cfnf, ptsd, vaginal play (fingering, penile penetration), crying from overstimulation, consensual intoxication (aphrodisiacs), fainting through energy loss, and sensitive terminology (shaft, slit, fuck). Reader discretion is advised.

A light pat on her head roused Aileene from slumber. She groaned and stretched before shivering, whereupon a blanket was laid atop her. “Afternoon, Aileene.” Looking up, she found Mera looking over her.

“Oh,” she turned upwards, “after-noon…” The look of shame was apparent on Mera’s face, but Aileene couldn’t place why.

“I’m sure you want to know— about earlier.”

“Earlier?”

She looked away with a flush. “About me… biting you and— holding you down like I did. I’m sure you found that… provoking, given what you’ve been through. I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to ask that of you.”

“N-no!” Sitting upright, Aileene insisted, “I— I didn’t find it— provoking. If anything I,” she turned away with a blush as well, “enjoyed it. You enjoy it too, right?”

“I…” With a heavy sigh, Mera admitted, “I do. It’s just… It would be easier if I explained. The man you saw before Sammy took us here; that was my father. He’s been— was in charge of my care for… for a long time. Longer than I think you can imagine.”

“Well… how long?”

Mera huffed. “Well, how old do you think that I am?”

With a careful study, Aileene guessed, “Twenty five?”

She briefly chuckled. “I’m twelve hundred and thirty six.”

Aileene’s lids flickered. “O-oh!” She reflected, ‘And I only turned twenty this winter.’

“Dont’ feel bad for not knowing. Demons stop aging after a certain point, or at least age much slower once we get older. Anyway, I’ve spent almost all my life with my father. Why? I wish I knew. My lack of confidence; his need to control. For one reason or another, he kept me under his house for almost all my life. And I did one thing… Torture sinners who— deserved it.” Aileene noticed the moisture welling in her eyes. “At first, I thought it felt— good to hurt people; but… he always pushed me… to ‘finish their lesson.’” She wiped away a tear before it could fall. “It wasn’t until I met Saph,” Mera pulled out her book of poetry, “my friend, and their master, my cousin, that I realized I had a choice… That I could choose a life that didn’t involve— pain. Yet,” she clutched the book close to her chest, “here I am, trying to hurt someone once again.” The teardrops finally fell freely. “I’m sure you think I’m… disgusting.”

“NO!!” Aileene insisted as she hugged Mera. “No, I don’t! You’ve shown me such kindness, such care and attention. You’ve given me such affection and— I wanted you to do everything you’ve done to me. You haven’t hurt me, and you haven’t disgusted me. I…” Aileene paused and reconsidered her words, “I’ve loved everything that you’ve shown me… and I want you to show me more.”

As she held Aileene back, Mera gently sobbed. “I don’t know how you see me like that… I’m vile… I’ve done such— awful things… just because I was told to. And this body— how— how can you stand looking at it? I call myself a woman but I wear this form… I— I hate myself…”

“Please,” Aileene took Mera’s face in her hands. “Mera, you— you aren’t the person you think you are. I— I adore you. I can’t imagine what would have happened after I died if I hadn’t met you. I’d still be— so scared if you weren’t here to help me. If it had been your father that took me home, I,” her hands lowered to take Mera’s, “I would have been too scared to face my unlife. So— please, don’t hate yourself.”

With a pained face, she fell onto Aileene’s shoulder. Though Mera continued crying for a short time, she did eventually calm.

“Mera?” She looked up. “You’ve taken such good care of me.” Aileene came closer. “Will you— let me take care of you?” Mera continued to look pained for a time but, after a few deep breaths, she seemed to relax—or perhaps resign. With a careful nod, Aileene leaned in to kiss her; though she initially kept her lips clamped, Mera soon embraced back. Aileene crawled closer until she straddled Mera’s lap. Holding her close, Aileene waited until she was held back before opening her mouth. As their tongues touched, though, Aileene began to panic as she wondered, ‘Wait— what— do I do now?’ Her hesitation must have been evident, as Mera soon began caressing her. Snapped from her daze, Aileene tried reciprocating her movements and caress Mera’s side.

For a moment her breaths became labored, but she quickly pulled Aileene’s hands away. “I’m sorry,” she withdrew. “I— I haven’t been touched— since…”

“It’s okay,” Aileene hushed. “If you don’t want me to—”

“No, I…” Mera cringed before guiding Aileene to her side. “I— want you to.” Though at first she looked pained, the gentle rubs soon relaxed her expression. Her breathing fell heavy as Aileene explored her body, though Mera couldn’t look at her. She covered her mouth before moans could be heard and pushed Aileene away. “I… I’m sorry. I— I’m not ready.”

“It’s okay.” She came close and hugged Mera. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I just want you to feel good.”

She huffed, “You make me feel good, Aileene. Every time you give me your energy it feels… blissful.”

“Then,” taking Mera’s hand, she brought it up to her chest, “make me feel good. I’ll give you— all the energy I can give.” With a cautious gulp, Mera leaned in for another kiss. Aileene swooned with the wanted intrusion as she brought Mera’s hand to her breast. Desperate to maintain their embrace, despite the unsteadiness in her breath, she pushed against Mera and pulled her head in. As the other hand caressed her waist, however, Aileene had to fall away to shudder. “OH, Mera…” She grabbed Mera’s hand to pull it down, “Please…”

“Aileene,” Mera marveled, “you’re— so wet…”

“Please, I… I need you… so badly…”

Looking into Mera’s pained eyes, she finally looked down and wondered, “Then…” She slowly pulled the skirt of her robe up. “Would you… be one… with me..?” As it came over her hip, Aileene saw how men’s bodies were different from women’s; a strange shaft emerged from Mera’s crotch where her own slit was.

Aileene looked at it in wonderment before blushing. “O-oh… That’s—” Putting two and two together, she realized, “That’s— going inside me… right?”

Mera shyly looked away. “Only if you—”

“NO,” Aileene insisted, “I— want to. I just… need to be— warmed up… I think.”

With a wary smirk, Mera assured, “Of course.” Her hand came back to Aileene’s crotch where she circled her slit with two fingers. “Are you ready?” Quickly losing her composure, Aileene held her lips closed while she nodded.

As the fingers slipped inside, though, she fell into Mera and deeply groaned. “Oh, Mera,” her hips rocked as Aileene begged, “please… more…” A third finger edged into her and Aileene cried out. Her ragged breaths betrayed her desires as she bucked into Mera’s hand. “Oh, Brigit,” Aileene’s voice cracked. “It’s so… It’s so…”

“If it’s too much…” Mera slowly pulled out.

With a strong trust, Aileene intervened, “NO!!” Her gasps hardly letting her speak, Aileene begged, “Please, don’t! I,” she gasped for air, “I need you— inside—”

Mera shushed while petting Aileene’s hair. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

She slid in deeper and Aileene screeched. As the fingers crooked, though, she fell into Mera. ‘OH!’ Tears flowed down her cheeks. ‘OH, I— I— I CAN’T—!’ The precise prods pushed Aileene over the edge and left her trembling. Her fingers didn’t retreat until Aileene pushed her away, whereupon she fell into Mera to catch her breath. ‘Oh— oh, Brigit…’

“Well?” Mera’s worried face was hard to hide. “Do you think… you’re ready?” Aileene glanced down at Mera’s part before carefully reaching for it. Her moans were hard to ignore as Aileene brought Mera’s shaft to her slit and cautiously pressed it against her. A few careful prods left Aileene gasping, but with little hesitation she eased down. Aileene was breathless as she was entered, though Mera strained to restrain her moans. “Oh, fuck… Aileene… you’re so tight…”

In unison, they threw their heads back as Mera entered deeper. Straining as she straddled her pleasurer, Aileene’s mind went dark as she slipped further down. ‘Oh… Brigit…’ Her ragged breaths became too labored to contain. Harshly trembling, Aileene collapsed onto Mera and sharply cried as they became one in a jolt.

“Aileene!” She reached out, “Are you—”

Nodding before answering, Aileene affirmed, “I’m— okay.” Despite her worsening tears, she persisted, “I— want— to feel— more of you. Please,” she carefully moved her hips, “fulfill— me—!” With a prod, Aileene was left breathless as Mera carefully rocked her hips.

“Oh, fuck…” Mera huffed as she pressed in.

“Oh, Mera…” Aileene couldn’t contain her groans as the presses became more impassioned.

Mera’s calls escalated first. “OH, fuck… Aileene, I— I’m—!” Holding her close, Mera erratically thrust as she cried out.

Struggling to breathe, the irregular pushes left Aileene shaking. ‘Oh, Brigit— I—!’ With a powerful shove, she convulsed as a wave of pleasure overtook her. Mera hugged her tightly, but it did little to quell her shivers. Eventually, her calls calmed and Aileene relaxed into Mera’s lap. It was a while longer before she could raise her head, though, to find Mera flushed and out of breath as well. “Mera…” She leaned in for a deep embrace.

As they kissed, Aileene tried to rock her hips, but Mera swiftly held her in place. “WAIT, wait!” Her face seemed pained. “I— I need another minute.”

Aileene relaxed but was left longing as she watched Mera’s tired expression. She just breathed deeply for a time until Aileene insisted, “Can you— kiss me?” Slowly looking up, she acquiesced. Trying vainly to keep still, Aileene’s moans worsened, unable to ignore her fullness. “Mera…” she pleaded, “may I..?” Instead of answering, a careful thrust knocked the wind from her. ‘Oh, Brigit…’ Unable to hold back, Aileene rocked as her calls heightened. “Oh, Mera…” She gripped Mera’s robe as the pressure peaked and cried out. Her trembles worsened the waves of pleasure until she fell onto Mera’s shoulder.

“Aileene!” Through ragged breaths, Mera tried to console, “It’s okay.”

Gasping, Aileene crept up to match their gazes. “Uhh… Mera?” It took a world of effort to keep her eyes open. “Could you… give me your— aphrodisiacs? I— I don’t want to fall asleep yet.”

Mera carefully stared before nodding. “If— that’s what you want.”

The familiar smell of flowers soon became prevalent, and Aileene quickly found herself reinvigorated. “Oh, Mera…” Her hips swayed as the fullness became overwhelming.

“OH, fuck…” Mera whined, “Aileene… You’re gripping— so tightly… I…” She began to tremble. “I’m so close…”

“Please,” Aileene begged, “I—” Mera gasped as her presses became irregular. “I—” Her teardrops fell harder as Aileene’s head rolled back. “I—!” With a sharp cry, she convulsed, heedless of Mera’s own thrashes. Aileene struggled to hold on while the prods continued but it wasn’t long before she felt exhausted. Falling limp onto Mera’s shoulder, Aileene fell into a blissful sleep before her fullness abated.

—Spoiler—

It seems Mera has finally opened up to Aileene, in more ways than one. What will this newfound comfort mean for the future of their relationship? Aileene seeks solace from what she used to enjoy in Chapter 10: Performance.

—End Spoiler—