This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of cfnf, bondage (restraining), biting, hair pulling, consensual intoxication (aphrodisiacs), vaginal play (fingering, penile penetration), multiple orgasms, fainting through energy loss, and crude language (clit, fuck, shaft, slit). Reader discretion is advised.

Seemingly surprised, Mera soon smiled, “Of course,” and closed her book. After taking Aileene’s hand, she led her upstairs to the bedroom.

Flush worsening in anticipation, Aileene turned to Mera. “Could— could you be rougher, like when you— bit me and held me down?” Mera’s smirk cautiously widened before she pushed Aileene onto the bed. Her heart pounded as she landed with a thump and Mera climbed atop, straddling her waist.

Taking her wrists, Mera pulled Aileene’s arms overhead before leaning in. “Is this what you wanted?” With a few shy nods, Aileene tried to close the gap between them before Mera deeply embraced her. Steadily moaning already, Aileene shuffled underneath the hold. Mera urged Aileene’s mouth open with a tap of her tongue before taking a tender nibble of her own. Shrilling, Aileene didn’t fight the sensation as the nip moved to her lip. Her writing worsened, but not as much as when Mera lowered a hand to caress her head; after a few pets, her fist clenched and grasped Aileene’s hair.

‘Oh, Brigit,’ she gasped. Though it didn’t sting, the grip sent her heart racing. ‘I– I need… more…’ As her lip was released, Aileene begged, “Uh, Mera… Can… can you give me your… aphrodisiacs?”

She looked at Aileene for a moment. “If that’s what you want.” The smell of violets slowly came over her and Aileene’s flush strengthened with her deepening breaths.

“Oh, Mera, please touch me.”

Instead of acquiescing, she adopted a cautious look. “Will you— call me ‘mistress’?”

Making a face as her need worsened, Aileene begged, “Please, mistress, will you touch me?”

Widely grinning, Mera answered, “With pleasure.” She leaned back in to sample Aileene’s neck.

Squealing with the pinch, Aileene writhed and pulled against the hold. Her thighs shuffled with the next nibble; she begged, “Please… mistress… touch me— more—!” A caress to her side started light but hastened until Aileene was left shivering. “Please, more!” Finally Mera met her breast and rubbed it. Chest heaving as her nipple was tweaked, Aileene whined, “Oh, Mera. Oh, mistress.” Her hips rocked under Mera’s weight; before she could beg again, a hand slipped down her stomach.

“Do you want me to touch you where you’re sensitive?”

“Ye-yes, please, mistress!”

“Tell me ‘I want you to touch my clit, mistress.’”

Grimacing, she pleaded, “Please, I want— I need you to touch my clit, mistress.”

The pressure holding Aileene down eased as fingers slipped between her thighs. “With pleasure.” She shrilled as Aileene was finally touched. Her heaving groans worsened with every circle while she was pleasured.

“Mistress,” she whimpered. “I— I—!” Aileene thrashed as tears trickled down her face. Her cries heightened with the waves as Mera continued her pleasures. Her sensitivity sharpened and she pleaded, “Mera, I-I—” Huffing in relief, Aileene fell into the bed as the touch finally ceased.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it was— just a little too much.” Staring deeply in Mera’s eyes, she wished, “I— I want you— inside me, mistress.”

Mera giggled as her hand lowered again. “If that’s what you want.” She teased around Aileene’s slit, worsening her moans. “Fuck, you’re so wet!” A fingertip prodded her, coaxing more cute whimpers. “Are you ready?”

“Yes! Please!” As Mera eased in, Aileene strained against her hold. “Oh, Mer— mistress… more! Please!” Another tip entered before a third left her weeping. ‘Oh, Brigit…’ The heaving of her chest heightened as Mera crooked her fingers and pressed them into a sensitive place. While the careful prods strengthened her breathing, a bite to her shoulder left her crying out. “Mistress…” Her hips bucked into Mera’s hand; each press pushed her closer to the edge. ‘I can’t— I… I’m—!’ Aileene convulsed. Her head felt light while she cried, unable to quell her calls as the wanted intrusion continued. “Mistress,” her face sharpened while another peak came on; she tossed harder, breathless as her head rolled back. ‘Oh, Brigit…’

“That’s it, good girl.” Aileene strained, unable to stop the tears rolling down. As her expression harshened, though, Mera finally stopped. Struggling to catch her breath, Aileene gasped while her stomach was traced. “You’ve been such a good girl,” Mera complimented. “What do you want for a reward?”

“P-please,” Aileene strained, “I— I want… you.”

She snickered while sitting between Aileene’s thighs. “If that’s what you want. Don’t move.” Letting go of her wrists, Mera took Aileene’s legs and propped them over her shoulders before returning the hold. “Good girl.” After lifting her robe to reveal her shaft, Mera prodded it against Aileene’s slit. “Are you ready?” She whined while furiously nodding.

As Mera leaned in, Aileene harshly called out. “Mistress…” Her trembling deepened and she was left breathless while Mera entered.

“Oh, fuck,” she strained, “you’re so tight!”

“Please,” Aileene gasped as tears rolled down, “deeper…” A shrilling cry escaped her gaping lips as Mera pushed further. ‘Oh, Brigit…’ She clenched when Mera pressed against her rear. “Mistress… I…”

“I know, I can feel you. Let it come.”

Straining against Mera’s hold, Aileene tossed and her chest heaved. “Oh, Mistress… I— I’m—!” She cried out and convulsed as a wave of pleasure coursed throughout. Her body burned; with every thrash she pushed against Mera. ‘Oh, Brigit, please… don’t let this stop…’

“Aileene…” Pulled from her trance, she looked up to find Mera panting and heavily flushed. “Oh, fuck. Aileene, I— I’m cumming— too!”

Mera’s erratic thrusts forced the wind from her; a blissful euphoria overcame her while the movements slowed. With glossy eyes, Aileene peered up. As the air returned to her chest, she whispered, “I… I love you…”

Spellbound, Mera could only stare back and pant. She let Aileene’s legs fall to the bed and leaned closer. Loosening her grip to cup Aileene’s cheeks, Mera whispered back, “I— I love you too.” With a passionate kiss, Aileene swooned; the taste of Mera’s tongue was so sweet and she could feel the pressure rising with the engorging fullness. Her hips shivered as she lifted her feet to bring them around Mera’s back. Pressing into her backside, Aileene coaxed her to push in again.

Following a careful rock, though, she fell away to moan. As Mera found a rhythm, Aileene struggled to breathe. “Oh, Mera. Oh, mistress. Harder, please—!” A forceful push winded her again while the next thrusts left her gasping. She gripped Mera’s robe and tried to kiss her, but Aileene couldn’t; her breaths were too ragged to hold onto her lips. “Oh, mistress,” she whined, “I love you… I— I love you… I—” Her cries sharpened. “I—” Aileene threw her head back and yelled as another wave came over her. “Mistress…” Her body felt heavy as Mera laid on her and a warming cocoon seemed to encase her. Feeling her eyes growing heavy, Aileene fell into the bed gasping for air. The waking world slowly slipped away and she was left in bliss as she fell into a deep sleep.

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Young love; if only this bliss could last. Aileene’s new unlife comes to an abrupt halt in Chapter 13: Inferno.

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