The following chapter includes depictions of implied consensual intoxication. Reader discretion is advised.

Shortly later Elva opens her eyes again, greeted by the same familiar sight of Mistress’ corset.

“Good morning, kitten,” Mistress’s voice sings.

‘Morning?? H–how long did I sleep this time??’

“I’m teasing you, kitten, it’s hardly past noon. Oh~, you’re absolutely adorable~ when you’re caught off guard,” Mistress continues to tease, playing with Elva’s reddening ears as she buries her face in Mistress’ lap.

Waiting a moment to speak, Elva inquiries, “What happened earlier, my… Orgasm? Is that… normal?”

“It’s not a universal experience, but most people can have them when they feel intense pleasure,” Mistress’ voice remains calm and soothing while she explains. “They’re not always as intense as you experienced though; the warming and relaxing feelings of my pheromones are in part to blame.”

‘Pheromones… Is that why Mistress started smelling different after she collared me?’ “But,” Elva asks shyly, “they could be…?” Her face flushes, curious about what the next time will be like.

“If that’s what you wish, kitten,” Mistress replies playfully, understanding Elva’s intent. Somehow getting the answer she expected was more embarrassing to Elva than asking the question.

Pulling Elva’s face out of her lap, Mistress asks as their eyes meet, “Your energy is returning. Would you like to kiss me, kitten?”

Hardly pondering the question, Elva nods as she looks to Mistress’ smiling lips.

“Come, sit next to me, kitten,” Mistress requests as she gently helps Elva rise, finding herself still slightly dizzy. “Don’t get lost before you find my lips, kitten,” Mistress whispers as she holds Elva’s chin to steady her gaze.

Looking into Mistress’ eyes, Elva can’t help but think, ‘I–I’m already lost…’ as their lips meet and her eyes close. ‘There it is… that taste…’

Adrift in her kiss, Elva hardly notices the gentle touch of Mistress’ fingertips tracing her hand, slowly reaching under to interlace their fingers. ‘Her hands… they’re so soft… and warm…’

Parting for just a moment, Mistress looks into Elva’s eyes and says seductively, “My hands aren’t the only parts of me that are soft and warm. Attend to me, kitten.”

Blushing at what she might be implying, Elva asks, “Uhm, what do you mean by… attend, Mistress?”

“Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll teach you,” she whispers before pulling Elva’s hand to her cheek as their lips meet again. ‘Oh, I–I see… How… how is her cheek even softer…?’ So enamored, Elva fails to notice Mistress guiding her hand down her neck, tracing her collar bone.

“Pay attention, kitten,” Mistress whispers as she pulls her lips away, lightly pinching the top of Elva’s hand. “The lesson just started and you’re already drifting off.” ‘I–I’ll try…’ Elva thinks, failing to speak aloud. “Good, kitten. I’ll see if I can make the lesson more engaging for you; we’re getting to one of my fa~vorite topics,” she says before locking lips with Elva again. ‘What could she mean by… engaging…? Favorite… topics…?’

Mistress slowly retraces her collarbone with Elva’s fingertips before lowering Elva’s hand further, slipping it under the cleavage of her dress. Losing herself again already, Elva fails to notice her hand being pushed deeper into Mistress’ dress. ‘Her dress is so soft… I could lose myself in–that–that–that–that is her b–breast!’ Eyes widening, Elva tries to pull herself away in vain as Mistress grabs the back of her head with her Free hand, still holding Elva’s hand against her breast.

‘Mistress, I–I–I don’t know if I’m ready to attend to…’ her thoughts trail as Elva begins to hear Mistress moan gently to her touch. ‘I… might… be ready… to attend…’ Closing her eyes again, Elva lets Mistress guide her gropes, filling her hands with Mistress’ chest and tracing her nipples ever so gently.

Releasing her hold on Elva’s head, Mistress pulls away and whispers through subtle moans, “You’re a fast learner, kitten. Are you ready for the final lesson?”

“Final… lesson? What… would that be?” Ellva asks, managing to speak aloud this time.

With a sly grin, Mistress replies, “Use your imagination, kitten.” Eyes wandering in a daze, Elva wonders what Mistress could mean before she observes Mistress cross her legs with intent. Entranced, the side slit in Mistress’ dress catches her eye as she finds one leg is entirely exposed, the slit traveling past her hip bone, exposing her rosy flesh.

Elva’s ears turn bright red. ‘No… undergarments…’

“They would only be in the way today, kitten,” Mistress licks her lips before whispering into Elva’s ear before kissing her again. Nervously Elva lets Mistress move her hand again, down to her thigh. Uncrossing her legs, she guide’s Elva’s hand into her inner thigh, widening her legs as she guides Elva higher. Finally reaching her Sex, Mistress releases a heavy moan, breaking their kiss and shivering from the contact.

Flushed after seeing Mistress’ pleasured expression, Elva thinks to herself, ‘Is… this what I was like..?’ Exploring herself with Elva’s hands, Mistress continues to moan as she shows Elva where to touch her. Halting her movements momentarily, Mistress opens her eyes and gazes deeply at Elva. “Would you like to make me cum, kitten?” ‘C–come? I don’t…’ “Oh, I think you do, kitten,” she whispers as she guides Elva’s fingers inside.

Releasing a deep moan, Mistress arches her back and leans her head into the sofa. “Oh, god… It’s been…” Mistress whispers through her moans, seemingly dropping her composure. “Oh, kitten… please don’t… stop… I’m… I’m gonna… cum…” grabbing Elva’s hair she pulls her in for a deep kiss as her body shakes. Wide-eyed Elva can’t help but stare as her fingers bring her Mistress Orgasm. ‘I… I’m doing this… to Mistress…? Why… is it making me so… Hot and… tired…’ Eyes, growing heavy, Elva begins to faint.

Releasing her grips, Mistress seems to re-compose herself as she catches Elva before she falls. “Oh,” she sighs, still breathing heavily, “oh, kitten, kitten, stay with me.”

“M–mistress… I… I–I’m getting…”

Cradling Elva’s head in her heaving chest, Mistress gently strokes her hair, “I know kitten, rest. You gave up too much energy again, I had to stop you before you collapsed a second time.”

“My… m–my head… M–mistress…”

“Shhh, shh, hush, kitten, rest,” Mistress continues to whisper smoothly.

“Mistress, I–I can’t…” her breathing labored, Elva struggles to catch her breath. “I… I–I need…”

A grin appearing on her lips, Mistress cloyingly asks, “What do you need, my kitten?”

Struggling to get the words out through ragged breaths, Elva finally studders, “I… I–I think… I–I need to… c–cum…”

Shushing her one final time, Mistress softly says, “Shhh, breathe, Kitten. I’ll take care of you.” With surprising strength and grace, Mistress gently lifts Elva to sit on her lap, still cradling her head.

“Let me take care of the rest, kitten,” she whispers sweetly in Elva’s ear, gently but swiftly caressing her side as Mistress reaches her Sex. “No energy, just bliss.” As Mistress tenderly slides her fingers inside, immediately finding her most sensitive place, Elva gasps deeply.

‘Ahh–o–oh, Mi–Mistress, I–I–I,’ “I know, kitten. It’s okay. Cum for me.” Breath catching, Elva’s body tenses before. “That’s it, let it come, kitten.” Elva’s mind goes blank as her body shudders, forcing a sharp moan to escape her lips. Gripping Mistress’ dress, Elva loses herself to darkness once again.

—

“Ki~tten,” Mistress’ voice singing in her ear begins to rouse Elva, still sitting on her lap.

“Mi… Mistress… How… how long…” Her eyes hang heavy as they try to find Mistress’ eyes, comforted when they finally meet hers.

“Only a few minutes, kitten. You still need rest,” her voice calms Elva as Mistress strokes her hair.

“I… I don’t want to sleep… yet…” the warmth of Mistress’ body was comforting.

“You must rest, kitten, but if you insist you may stay here.” Elva gently nestles her head into Mistress’ chest. “Do you enjoy poetry, kitten?”

Looking puzzled, Elva asks, “Poetry? I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve heard any…”

“You’ve heard more than you know. All incantations and rites you use in witchcraft are poetically written in wiccacant to weave the magic.”

“Oh… I didn’t realize. There are a lot of words in her grimoire that Móra didn’t get the chance to teach me.”

“Perhaps I can teach you sometime, kitten. I’m fully versed and I can perform some spells as well.” ‘That… would be nice…’ “I don’t mean that kind of poetry, though. Have you ever heard of The Poetess, kitten?” Shaking her head, Elva replies no. “I’m not surprised, she was long before your time, and most of her works are lost to the mortal world.”

Pausing briefly, Mistress’ expression begins to sadden. “I had the chance to meet her actually, here in Hell in fact. Ohh, how long ago those days seemed, how much I miss her company…”

Blushing at the implication, Elva can’t help but ask, “Were you her… Mi…”

“No, kitten, I wasn’t her Mistress, not that I was her type at the time. But she became a dear friend to me and ended up changing my life. It nearly broke my heart when she was pardoned, but I was young and in Love. Time moves on…” her voice trails off, still stroking Elva’s hair gently.

“You… were in Love?”

“Is it really so surprising, kitten,” Mistress says with a light chuckle. “Even demons are capable of Love, but even if that weren’t true I’m not a pure demon.”

“You’re… not?”

“I’m a quarter human…” her voice softens again, “…on my mother’s side; her mother was fully human. She was a powerful~ witch too, who lived millennia ago~. If you had a coven I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d heard tales of her.”

Still stuck on the idea of Mistress having a first Love, she shyly asks, “Have you… been in Love… more than once?”

Pausing as if to ponder the question, Mistress finally replies, “Just one other time.” ‘You sound… sad, Mistress. Why?’ “Trade secrets, kitten. I believe I was going to read you some poetry.”

Mistress’ soothing voice seems to sing the verses from memory in a foreign tongue. Unsure of what they meant, the flow of words was beautiful to Elva, slowly pulling her to sleep.