Chapter 16 Kitten

This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication (alcohol), trauma, bondage, biting, vaginal play (fingering, tail penetration, penile penetration), consensual intoxication (aphrodisiacs), multiple orgasms, penis growth, oral play (tail penetration, gags), double penetration (oral, vaginal), and genital mentions (breasts, tits, clit, slit, penis, nipple, shaft). Reader discretion is advised.

Heaving herself off the floor, Saoirse leaned into Elva. “I need some air,” she breathily declared, whereupon the two began staggering back down the hallway.

They drew toward the transparent wall from earlier, when Saoirse firmly pressed against a handle suspended in mid-air and opened an unseen door to the outside. The overwhelming scent of peculiar pines engulfed Elva’s senses, calming her heart as they descended into the warm outdoors. Her heart lightened upon noticing the soothing floral aura enveloping her and the smooth stones under her toes.

Admiring the novel surroundings, Elva was astonished by the foreign forms and vibrant hues of the blossoming shrubbery that encircled the grand courtyard in a wondrous display. She glanced down when her next step landed softly, marveling at the tiny wildflowers beneath her feet. Soon, she noticed them blooming everywhere betwixt the smooth stones that were irregularly burrowed into the ground. Oblivious to how far they had wandered, Elva jolted up as Saoirse suddenly stopped before a simple bench near the edge of the forest. When Saoirse finally let go and sat with a light huff, Elva took a seat and patiently waited as her Mistress held her head.

As Elva became distracted by the fluttering wings of a moth that smoldered in strange greens and pinks beneath the gloaming, Saoirse sighed before sullenly confirming, “I suppose you wanted to know about The Po–about Saph.”

Attempting to conceal her curiosity, Elva hesitantly nodded. Saoirse’s hands fell to her lap before she said, “Well, I told you the day we met that they were my first love, but…there’s a lot more to it than that. Saph was my cousin’s bondslave, though I didn’t know until after we had been meeting under evenfall for years.

“Saph’s sentence lasted for ten years,” Saoirse sluggishly continued, “but we were…just friends for the first seven.” Snorting as her gaze dropped, Saoirse elaborated, “Not for lack of trying on their part; it should have been painfully clear they were interested in me. When Saph first caught me watching them singing, they mused, ‘A lost kitten found her way here’–“

‘Lost kitten,’ Elva reminisced, the words echoing what her Mistress remarked at their first encounter.

Without acknowledging Elva’s realization, Saoirse dourly reflected, “–and then they called me a…cute girl. From the moment we met, Saph saw who I was inside and tried to help me figure out myself. I just–didn’t figure out until I…understood?” Saoirse shook her head before resuming, “Ah, Brigit, it’s so hard to remember how I felt then after two thousand years. I knew I felt wrong, but I didn’t know how to explain it. Not until I crossed paths with my cousin.”

Before Elva could ask anything, Saoirse slumped further and admitted, “When Saph finally introduced me to Calliope, it was surreal, and…” Saoirse shuddered before finishing, “troubling. Something happened when I realized that the way I viewed myself–as a man–wasn’t right. That it was crippling me.”

Glowering at her hands, Saoirse said, “Neither Saph nor Calliope were happy with the body they were born with either, but all my life I was so fixated on what I wondered I had to be, what Lynx,” she spat out her father’s name like it scorched her tongue, “wanted me to be–that I couldn’t accept I could be someone else until…”

Trailing off, Saoirse rested her palms under her eyes and sniffled, “It’s difficult to explain. When you live for so long hiding who you are from everyone–even yourself–well, it wasn’t easy to accept who I really was. When I told Saph how I was feeling, they said they already knew, and so did my cousin when I approached it.”

Joylessly snickering, Saoirse noted, “Even my mother said they’d known when I told them. It felt like I had been blind all my life, but slowly–very slowly–I could see myself and accept who I wanted to be.” Finally lowering her hands and looking up at the darkening horizon, Saoirse apologized. “I’m sorry, I’m sure that didn’t make much sense.”

Shaking off her concern, Elva tried to offer comfort, “It’s okay. I–don’t really figure out, but I can see that it was…is hard for you.”

Saoirse sighed before glancing at Elva briefly. Looking at the wildflowers, Saoirse admitted, “It was, even more so with this form.” Holding up her palms and flexing her fingers, a bright flourish of violet and pink lights coalesced as Saoirse said, “This is Brighid’s energy, what I received when they fed us supper. I don’t have enough of my own energy to make a display like this, nor yours at this point.” The glow faded as Saoirse closed her hands and confessed, “I’m more powerless now than I ever have been, and–I’m scared I can not protect you if something happens.”

Elva tenderly took Saoirse’s hand and consoled her, “Please, you don’t have to be so concerned about my safety.”

Pulling away and holding her head again, Saoirse reminded Elva, “I do though, it’s in my vows. ‘Care for and protect.’ Your safety is my responsibility.”

Shuddering before touching Saoirse’s thigh, Elva grimly recalled, ‘Under pain of dea–‘

“Please don’t remind me,” Saoirse asserted as she held herself and shivered. “Oh, Brigit, why did I say that? I don’t know if I can–“

Gently taking Saoirse’s cheeks to lift her gaze, Elva met her uncertain eyes and implored, “Mistress Saoirse, please, you don’t need to be so worried about me. I told you, I don’t regret anything that has happened between us. If you hadn’t taken me in, I would have gone to the Auction House, right?” she let go of her Mistress’ perfect face to grasp her cold, smooth hands before insisting, “I–your voice is what gave me the comfort to open my eyes after I came here. If I’d gone to the Auction House instead of your home and your father’s voice was the one I heard, I–I would have been too scared to face my unlife.” Shyly glancing away as her heart raced and her cheeks flushed, Elva admitted, “I trust you with my safety.”

Some of the worry vacated Saoirse’s visage as she held Elva back. “Thank you for saying so, Elva,” she said before inspecting the ground. “I just wish I felt as assured as you do.”

Their silence didn’t last long before Saoirse stated, “I’m not sure what else to say. I suppose when I said I’ve only had one slave, that wasn’t entirely true. After my transition, I spent a millennium recovering with my mother before a girl named Vixen showed up at my doorstep. She wasn’t a complete stranger; we’d met once when Saph was still here. But, aside from her not being human nor requiring a contract, we had…compatibility issues, so she didn’t stay long.” Saoirse tiredly closed her eyes before finishing, “After she left the next day, I…fell asleep and didn’t wake up–until you appeared.”

Elva blinked several times when she realized her Mistress’ tale had come around to her. Flustered before she met her glance, Elva couldn’t think of anything to say as Saoirse concluded, “And, that’s my story, more or less. I’m certainly not the Mistress you wondered I was.”

Quickly shaking in disapproval, Elva faltered before interjecting, “N-no! I mean, I don’t know any other Mistresses, but…I enjoy having you as mine. You’ve shown me–so many things that I would never have known if we hadn’t met. Having you near me is comforting, and,” Elva timidly turned away before adding, “as I said, I trust you and feel safe with you. So please, trust yourself too.”

Saoirse didn’t respond for a moment, but with a sigh, she let Elva go to cup her head. Elva shuddered when she was turned, and flushed more as her forehead was tenderly kissed. Cautiously glancing up at Saoirse’s smile, Elva’s heart danced as Mistress praised. “Thank you, kitten. I promise I’ll try.”

Feeling her chest throb as she looked up at her Mistress’ smirk, Elva briefly stared at Saoirse’s lips before swallowing and slowly closing her vision. Hesitantly tilting her head up, Elva peeped as Saoirse’s fingers held her away. Her grin had faded while Saoirse shook no before lamenting, “I’m sorry. I’m–not in the mood right now, Elva. We both had a lot to drink, anyway. I–don’t want to take benefit of you when you can not consent.”

Pulling away as her stomach sank, Elva repressed her desire as she answered, “O-oh, okay, Mistress.”

Trying not to appear bothered, Elva analyzed the strange flowers before Saoirse commented, “You can look at them.” As Elva snapped back, Saoirse mournfully pleaded, “I–want to recite some of Saph’s poetry, so you can relax if you’d like.”

Hesitantly agreeing and standing up, Elva turned away just before Saoirse began singing in the poetic tongue. It was sadder than the last time she sang, but Elva tried not to think about it as she approached the exotic foliage. Steadily, the sweet fragrances filled Elva while stepping to a pale-violet bush. She leaned over and briefly closed her eyes to breathe in the petals; as Elva drank in the aromatic perfume, her heart warmed as she reflected, ‘This smells like–the ashen lavender Mistress put in my hair. It’s gorgeous.’ Elva smiled as she looked over the bush, adoring the tiny bulbs that climbed into the air.

After carefully studying the new flora, Elva became entranced by a strange ladycow that wandered along a stem. ‘I’ve only ever seen them in red and black. It’s so pretty in pink with white spots,’ she watched it crawl along the branches before it hopped off and flitted away. The silvery glimmers from its wings left Elva awestruck as it floated to the neighboring plant, and she had no issue finding it within the blood-red poppies once she knelt down.

As Elva marveled at how the oddly-familiar flowers contrasted with the strangely colored bug, she finally noticed the melody had ceased. She stood and looked to the bench, but as she realized no one was there, Elva was tenderly hugged from behind. Before Elva could look, Saoirse coyly whispered, “I have a confession, my kitten.” Perking up at the sound of her nickname, Elva found her Mistress’ softened eyes as she added, “I am actually quite hungry.”

“Oh!” Elva answered before she turned, surprised to see that Saoirse held an eager grin as they faced each other. “W-well I–I’m still–um,” Elva timidly answered as she leaned in, “I–want you to–have your fill–Mistress Saoirse.”

Saoirse gently pulled away before Elva could reach her lips. After her flush deepened, Saoirse reluctantly slipped a hand into her dress. She retrieved two slim bottles of what seemed like water before letting go of Elva to open one. Saoirse swiftly drank it with a sultry moan before her flush diminished. When her eyes opened, Saoirse hungrily glared at Elva before opening the second bottle. Before Saoirse offered it over, her brow furled and she intently sniffed over Elva.

As Elva began to feel embarrassed, Saoirse pulled away and curiously stated, “You’re–already sober.”

Piquing up, Elva hummed in confusion before questioning, “Uh, s-sober?”

Shaking no while capping the other bottle, Saoirse deflected, “Sorry, I just–expected you to still be drunk too. You drank as much wine as I did, so…” Saoirse slipped the containers back into her dress. “Forget it, it’s not crucial,” she announced before meeting Elva’s curious expression with a light smile. Saoirse pulled Elva close again while her grin widened. “May I–dig in, my kitten?” Mistress seductively asked before licking her lips with her eyes trained on Elva’s.

Taking an anxious gulp, Elva supplicated, “Can, um, you be–cruel to me…my Mistress?”

Unable to ignore the devious shift in Saoirse’s countenance and the subtle sharpening of her fangs, Elva’s pulse quickened and a fluttering sensation took hold in her stomach.

“Tell me, kitten,” Mistress urged. “What’s your safeword?”

Eyelashes flittering together as she pushed on her toes, Elva breathily answered, “Teardrop.” In a flash, Elva was pulled up and brought into Mistress’ embrace. Already moaning as she eagerly sought her sweet taste, Elva tried to hug her Mistress before her arms were ensnared. Wide-eyed as Mistress effortlessly lifted her over the flowers and shoved her against a nearby pine, Elva was left breathless before her lips were pricked with sharpened fangs.

Elva’s spine tingled as she melted into Mistress’ touch, only able to groan as the bittersweet pinpricks made her head spin. When Mistress moved onto her neck, Elva gasped and fought a losing battle before her wrists were lifted up. Mistress let her go, but her arms would not budge when Elva tried lowering them. As Mistress pulled away to unbutton her dress, Elva displayed her chest and whimpered in anticipation as the fabric fell away.

With her bust now fully laid bare, Elva heard Mistress suppress a gasp, which led her to inquire, “W-what is it, Mistress?”

Saoirse only glanced up for a heartbeat before looking pointedly at Elva’s chest with a sly smirk. “Nothing, my kitten,” she said while groping her. “I just felt hungrier seeing your cute breasts again, especially so well framed outside of your gorgeous dress.” As Mistress firmly bit her left mound, Elva gasped and squirmed against the tree. Elva’s breath caught in her throat as Mistress sampled her nipple next and let it slip through her teeth. Quivering when Mistress gnawed at her again, Elva’s hands began tingling against the rough restraint.

Heaving from being roughly worked, Elva jerked back when Mistress grasped her left thigh and lifted her knee to her stomach, spreading her crotch. Elva whimpered when her dress was tucked behind her rear, allowing the warm air to lick her slit. Realizing her leg was stuck in place, Elva shivered when Mistress’ sweet breath passed her nose with the words, “Are you ready?”

Elva shut her mouth in a vain attempt to suppress her mewls before finally nodding. She immediately gaped as Mistress pecked her, leaving her to release a light moan as her hood was lightly touched. Writhing while Mistress nibbled her lips, Elva’s elated sounds escalated as the rubs got stronger. As Mistress moved to graze above her collar, Elva panted, and the burn in her crotch intensified.

As Elva’s hips began to rock, Mistress’ fingers circled more intently before she whispered, “Is my kitten gonna cum already?” Elva whimpered frantically before her Mistress commanded, “Then cum for me, my kitten.”

Elva cried out as her body tensed up; waves of pleasure washed over her while her breast was fondled yet again. Trying to hold Mistress in by lifting her free leg, Elva’s limbs strained and trembled while a lightness slowly overcame her. When she choked for air, Elva desperately thought, ‘I-I can’t–,’ before Mistress pulled away.

Shaking and heaving, Elva pressed against the pine as warmth spread through her core. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Mistress beaming at her, and the sultry sound of her asking, “How was that, my kitten?” reinvigorated Elva’s fervor.

Attempting to maintain her focus, Elva replied through ragged breaths, “I-it was–nice, Mistress.” Her eyes shut weakly as she nervously gulped, “Are–are you full, or–c-can you–satisfy me–more, Mistress?”

Mistress laughed at the thinly-veiled desperation then seductively answered, “If that’s what my kitten needs,” before Elva’s right calf was pinched.

Squealing in delight, Elva’s shouts heightened further still when her Mistress briefly rubbed her lips before slipping two fingers into her slit. Bucking her hips when Mistress promptly located her sensitive spot, Elva groaned as her outstretched thigh was bitten. The rhythmic presses into her desire compounded with further bites above, and Elva soon cried out as her body convulsed again.

Hardly able to breathe as pleasure muddled her mind, Elva writhed against the tree as her voice cracked between thrusts. The next prods made Elva choke as the tender flesh near her hip was squeezed. She pulled against her restraints while her toes curled, gripping the soft grass underneath while her body burned.

She felt light and Elva quietly thought, ‘M-Miss–‘ before being released and left with a hollow ache. Hanging her head limply before her chin was angled upwards, Elva fought against heavy eyelids as her Mistress glared at her hungrily.

“Was that satisfying, kitten?” Mistress Saoirse playfully probed with a mischievous grin.

Elva took several breaths before swallowing. “I-it was,” she answered. Shimmying as a mild wave of bliss washed over her, she tried to say, “I–I want–” Holding her lip as she peeked at Mistress for a heartbeat, she quietly insisted, ‘I want–to be one with you, Mistress.’

Leaving Elva in suspense, Mistress calmly stated, “The–moon is still down, kitten.”

Noting that her Mistress’ smile had faded when she glimpsed, Elva silently petitioned, ‘Could–you use your tail again?’

Mistress’ grin gradually returned, and Elva’s heart stopped when she eagerly confirmed, “Is that what you want, kitten?”

Nodding yes with no hesitation, Elva closed her eyes with a shiver. ‘I-I need you–inside me, Mistress. Please–f-fill me.’

Snickering, Mistress watched Elva squirm and whine. “If that’s what my kitten needs,” she hummed before pressing the soft tip against Elva’s clit.

The firm rubs made Elva wriggle before her folds were teased, but as it slipped into her slit her trembling renewed. Crying out in elation as she was penetrated, Elva strained against the tree when Mistress massaged her sweet spot. She struggled to hold still as her muscles spasmed, but Mistress kept prodding with a pleased chuckle before biting Elva’s neck. Fervently quaking as her skin was pricked, Elva nearly clapped her head against the trunk as the sleek appendage continually pleasured her ache.

Unable to speak as her head spun faster, Elva’s voice cracked in a howl of ecstasy. Scraping her toes against the ground as she fought against the restraints, Elva succumbed to the building waves while her body burned and her mind became light.

Then the precise presses slowed and the sharp stings stopped. While her fullness hardly waned, Elva’s eyes crept open to see Mistress licking her lips with a satisfied grin. “Thank you for the meal,” Mistress complimented wickedly. “Are you satisfied yet?”

Elva panted as Mistress shifted inside her before she whimpered and shook her head. “I,” she bashfully answered, “I want–to keep feeling you, Mistress.”

Shuddering as Mistress shifted while her grin widened, Elva gasped and dropped her lids when her request was met with a breathtaking thrust. Her voice heightened as the passionate prods hastened, leaving Elva oblivious to Mistress pulling her dress off until the evening air tickled her sweaty skin.

Too distracted to note her Mistress groan in approval while tucking her curls behind her left arm, Elva didn’t sense her waist being caressed until a pinch near her navel startled her. She bucked against her bonds as the sensitive skin was marred, unable to keep her free leg from kicking while the pleasure peaked.

Mistress grasped her right ankle and held her foot to the ground. Elva hardly noticed that her leg was affixed when Mistress let go, as her next climax came with a bite on her right thigh. Convulsing as her crotch burst with rhythmic, burning waves, Elva shrieked as the intense intrusions persisted through her orgasm. She barely felt a gnaw on hip until she bucked; at the pull of her skin, Elva shrilled and slammed her back against the rough bark.