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| Author: | Pelican |
| Summary: | Zeldanna and her newest demon, the succubus Nimnys, discuss the roles of their partnership. |
| Rating: | M for Mature 17+ |
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A sound between a gasp and a moan echoes through Zeldanna’s bedroom as the pinkish purple light of the summoning fades. The sound is joined by a low hum as Zeldanna herself opens her eyes and smiles at the succubus now standing beside her, “Nimnys dear it is good to see you again.”
The demon shifts her weight back and forth from one leg to the other, lightly slapping her whip against one thigh, “Mistress, how may I be of” she glances at the large bed in the room, “service?”
Chuckling the older woman waves her hand to dismiss the presence of the bed, “Come now none of that. I just thought we might take a bit of time to get to know each other better. We’ve chatted a few times but I think we’re still figuring out our… balance”
Nimnys raises an eyebrow before visibly relaxing and returning Zeldanna’s smile, “That sounds lovely Mistress.” She stalks toward the other woman slowly, the sound of her hooves muffled in the thick carpet. When she gets close she reaches out to twirl a lock of fire red hair that had fallen further forwards than the rest between her fingers. “You can tell me anything my Lady” The demon tilts her head down and looks up through her lashes, somehow managing to look small in front of the human woman before her, “I find you fascinating”
Zeldanna lets one of her own eyebrows quirk up at the succubus in front of her, though her smile remains, “Well that’s very flattering. Especially from one who’s probably seen so much over the years.” She casually runs her hand through her hair, incidentally pulling the strands back that Nimnys had been playing with. “Speaking of there must be so much you could tell me about, well, everything.” She allows a small chuckle and gestures at a more formal chair with a small table next to it, a full wine glass on top, “Please sit, have a glass of wine, tell me about yourself. I’m just going to start getting myself ready for bed, but I would love to hear more about you while I do, if that’s alright?”
The older woman reaches out and gives Nimnys’s shoulder a small squeeze and a light push towards the chair as she speaks. Before she turns and walks over to her vanity table and sinks gracefully into the chair in front of it. Using the reflection to look back at the succubus she grins again, “So tell me how old are you exactly?”
Something in Nimnys’s face firms, she ignores the chair and the wine as she slowly walks up behind her Mistress as she sits looking into the mirror. The demon leans over her and slowly reaches her hand around pale shoulders and up towards her face, waiting to be reprimanded. When green eyes continue to hold her own and no order to stop comes she grasps Zeldanna’s face from below, tilting her head up and forward forcing her to keep looking straight into the mirror as she brings her face down directly next to hers.
Maintaining eye contact through the reflection she lowers her voice to a purr, “So formal. Come now Mistress… drop the mask, it’s just me here. Don’t pretend this” She gives a small squeeze of Zeldanna’s chin, “isn’t why you summoned me. Who else can you actually be yourself with?” The demon tilts her head, opening her mouth to show pointed teeth, which she draws down Zeldanna’s cheek before slowly closing them. A playact of a bite before releasing the small bit of flesh to whisper, “My. Murderous. Mistress.”
Zeldanna hesitates and then slowly leans back while Nimnys speaks, reaching up and back with one hand and running it into dark hair never dropping eye contact. As the last hiss of her honorific leaves pointed teeth she closes her eyes, putting more of her weight back, feeling the softness of overly exposed breasts pressed into her back. She lets out a low groan before opening her eyes again, the green now an unnatural shade of Fel, “Like this then?” Her voice comes out hoarse and several octaves lower, “is this what you wanted?”
Nimnys sighs in pleasure, the puff of air shifting down along Zeldanna’s neck causing a small shiver, “Yes my Lady,” she runs the thumb of the hand that is still holding the redheads face along Zeldanna’s jaw, back and forth, “but I think it’s what we wanted. You are breathtaking like this. I am quite lucky to serve such a powerful woman.”
Zeldanna reacts to the thumb gently caressing her face by slowly sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting it. She then fists her hand in the demon's hair and slowly pulls her head over and around until the top half of the demon’s body is fully beside her. Nimnys gives no resistance even though it’s an awkward position for the succubus and her wings give a brief flutter as she tries to re-find her center of gravity. Her grip on the seated woman's face releases, her other hand darting out to the vanity to keep herself from falling into her Mistress’s lap.
Zeldanna releases her lower lip to say, “And how, my dear, do you know this is my real face hmmm?” She lets the hum last as she turns and connects their gaze directly. “Perhaps this is the mask, and you’re too stupid to tell the difference.” Whatever warmth or desire her expression had held before rapidly cools until her face is expressionless except for the burning fel fire in her eyes, “Perhaps you telegraph your own desires too clearly, and I’m giving you what you want to see”
There’s a brief widening of Nimnys’s glowing eyes as she absorbs the statement and her new position. They’re twisted together in a mockery of an intimate embrace. Their faces mirrored cold expressions, only their eyes burning. Nimnys lets a sly smile bloom as she fights the hold on her hair to push her face closer, so close Zeldanna can feel her words on her lips, the air brushing her mouth as the demon speaks, “Oh Mistress you would have made a spectacular Sayaad.” a pause as she presses even closer, the next statement a parody of a kiss, as dark lips seem to paint the words onto pink ones “who knows maybe one day I’ll be able to call you sister instead.”
Zeldanna doesn't pull back, she keeps their faces close, breathing the same air while she slowly re-adjusts her arms until they are both now wrapped around the demon’s neck. Sinking both hands into thick dark hair as she slowly tilts her own head, causing their lips to rub together again before she coos directly back into the demon's mouth, “and then I could be just like you?”
There’s a shift and the succubus has a moment when she senses that something may be wrong but it’s too late. Zeldanna's hands tighten in her hair and she pulls back and down, the pain moving quickly across the pleasure border. Nimnys doesn’t have a chance to correct her balance this time and there is the scraping of a hoof against wood before she lands sharply on one knee next to her Mistress. The grip on her hair hurts and the position her head is in is far too vulnerable. She can do nothing but watch as the heat of Zeldanna’s eyes ices over as she stares down at her, her entire face now nothing more than a frozen mask, “forced into a lifetime of slavery? You may have been stupid enough to take that deal but I am not.” She tightens her hands further and gives the demon's head a little shake, “Perhaps you were not aware… Pet. That I’ve already made that mistake, and trust me you only need to make it once.”
The older woman leans down and presses her head to the side of the demon’s, her lips against Nimnys’s long ear, and whispers the rest directly into it. The moist heat of her breath tickling along its length, “But don’t worry. Now that I believe our roles in this… partnership are clear. I’ll make sure you learn the same lesson thoroughly.” Her fists tighten once again on the last word and her voice shifts to a hiss, “And you’re lucky, because I won’t take pleasure in it the way my own master did.”
Zeldanna whips her head to the side and in a mirror of their earlier position runs her own blunt teeth down Nimnys’s cheek before she bites, harder than the demon did but not enough to break skin. She holds it for a moment, emphasizing her dominant position, and then she banishes the succubus in her arms back to the twisting nether.