“My pets wear a colr,” the woman announced, as she leaned back on what I now recognized as her throne.
“I – How is this even possible?” I asked, fingers tracing the edges of my new colr. It was thick, not some spare scrap of silk. It was loose enough that I could breathe without choking myself, but there was no give in the material. I wasn’t going to be able to rip it off. Or cut it off, even. The colr wasn’t going anywhere.
The woman sighed and straightened up.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s done.” The woman said firmly, pulling my attention back to reality. I was kneeling at the foot of her throne, wearing nothing but the colr she’d just put on me. For that matter, the woman wasn’t wearing anything, either, unless you counted the carapace covering her arms and legs. looked more closely, and I could see more of it scattered across her body, lines and patches of the material further accentuating her already-stunning body.
The woman snapped her fingers, and I felt a light whipsh of irritation through our bond. The woman was starting to get annoyed that I’d gotten lost again instead of paying attention.
But, speaking of which, what should I even be calling her? As much as I needed to get away from her and sever our bond, I couldn’t keep calling her ‘the woman’ forever. If nothing else, I needed something to call her when I told Dispatch about what happened.
A touch of amusement flickered through the bond. Apparently, she’d felt enough of my thoughts to understand me. Which… okay, that wasn’t great. In fact, that was pretty bad, if I wanted to be able to keep things from her. So, learning to wall off the bond again was going to be priority number one.
“If I catch you doing that, I promise you will regret it, pet.”
I bnched. Fuck, could I keep anything from her?
“Oh, pet. I already told you you don’t have any secrets,” the woman practically purred, and I felt a trickle of excitement slip into me through the bond. And… hunger. I didn’t want to think about what that meant. I backpedaled. Name. Did she have a name?
“Lheisatha,” she said, with a touch of amusement. For the moment, she let me run away. “My name is Lheisatha. But, I think… Yes. You will call me Mistress.”
Disgusting. Of course she’d want that. She was going all-in on the pet-owner thing. The svery thing, if you wanted to call it what it was.
I felt her displeasure through the bond.
“I’m waiting, pet.”
I wanted to gag. I wanted the world to swallow me whole. I wanted burn myself down into tiny, invisible cinders that no one would ever find ever again.
No. I knew I couldn’t do that, so I needed to figure out how to stomach pying along.
It was temporary. Just until I found a way out. I needed to keep her appeased, so I could find weaknesses I could exploit, or get a message out to someone. And really, was this any worse than crawling to her was? And I’d already done that.
Besides, no one was here to see us.
“Yes, Mistress,” I forced out. It wasn’t easy, but I managed.
She stroked my hair like it was some kind of reward and I tried not to reflexively shake her hand off. Who cared how nice her touch felt – she was still disgusting. She was the enemy, no matter how human she looked.
“Very good,” Lheisatha said. “Now, that’s all dealt with, so let’s move on. Expectations. You’ve already seen the space. I don’t imagine there will be much to look after, but it should go without saying that I expect you to keep my property clean.” She eyed me up and down. “That includes you, as well.” She paused expectantly.
“…Yes, Mistress,” I said. It was a little easier.
Lheisatha nodded approvingly and continued.
“When I haven’t assigned you to something, you will be kneeling right here, awaiting instruction. And that pose won’t do. Fold your arms behind your back. Spread your knees. No, wider than that.”
Just like before, my body moved as Lheisatha commanded. I held onto each of my wrists where my arms met and spread my knees open until she was satisfied. I was blushing all over again when she was finally satisfied. I was completely on dispy for her. And this was how she wanted me to sit when I wasn’t doing anything. How much worse was it going to be when I was?
Lheisatha grinned wickedly, and I felt her amusement through the bond. “Arch your back a little more,” she instructed, and I helplessly thrust my breasts out even further.
“Good. We’ll work on other positions ter.” Lheisatha stood and stretched her arms over her head. Her back tilted as she moved, and I was uncomfortably reminded again that she was just as uncovered as I was, even though she seemed less bothered by it.
“Soon, you will be, too, pet.” She smiled down at me. “But for now, we’ll work on something else. You’re going to practice anticipating your Mistress’ needs.”
I felt Lheisatha’s hunger through our bond. It was a roiling, excited thing, begging to be let loose. Had she not eaten anything today? Or maybe even longer than that? Had she not eaten since she brought me back here?
Wait, did familiars even need to eat? I’d never been around one long enough to find out about any of the mundane stuff. Well, the only one I’d ever really interacted with at all was Jun, who only ever tried to remind me how pathetic she thought I was. I had no idea if Jun ever needed to eat, but I probably had something in the pantry that hadn’t gone bad. I couldn’t have been asleep that long. I could work on learning Lheisatha’s tastes ter. Right now, I just needed to throw something together for us to eat.
Wait – did I need to ask permission to move? Fuck it, better safe than sorry. My body was letting me know that soul exhaustion was just as draining as regur exhaustion, and I really needed get some calories in me.
“…Mistress, may I…?” I nodded towards my kitchen.
Lheisatha looked at me bnkly for a moment, before understanding bloomed in her eyes.
“Oh, how preciously enterprising of you, pet. Of course, we’ll feed you ter. But, no.” Her voice hardened. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
I felt my stomach beginning to drop. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe familiars needed power, or something? I reached for my Source and tapped a channel to feed through the bond.
“I’m getting impatient, pet,” Lheisatha said. I couldn’t feel impatience through the bond. Just amusement, and more hunger. She wanted –
“I – please. Please don’t make me,” I whispered.
Lheisatha stood, looming over me. She spread her legs apart and tilted her hips up, presenting her pale, bare pussy to me.
“Get. Your mouth. On. My. Cunt.”
Her eyes bzed at me. The intensity of her hunger through the bond was overwhelming – it had to be carrying me away with it. I was overwhelmed, off-bance, and powerless.
“Yes, Mistress,” I screwed my eyes shut and leaned forward. God, it was going be disgusting. She was going to smell –
Warm.
Spicy, like cinnamon and cloves and other things that I didn’t know. Maybe they didn’t exist yet. Distantly, I noticed that even as I’d had no expectations of what she would taste like, I was still surprised.
My mouth was watering. My lips were already parting. A new fsh of shame hit me. I didn’t want to touch her, of all people, but the idea that I might even enjoy it – especially because of how tempting she smelled – made things so much worse.
But her pussy loomed rger in front of me, growing in size as I – fuck, I was leaning closer. My tongue, the traitor, didn’t care how much I hated Lheisatha, it just wanted more of whatever was in front of me.
Fine. I could look at things objectively and acknowledge that resistance wasn’t going to get me anything. Not yet. I didn’t know enough about what was going on or what Lheisatha could do. I didn’t want to… touch her. But – in the cold, dark parts of my heart – I could also recognize that if she was going to force me into sex this quickly, she was probably going to do it more than once. If I was going to end up here anyways, well, maybe it would get better?
I didn’t have to tell anyone. Lheisatha had whatever that brainwashing thing was; that could be my excuse. But the truth was, my tongue wasn’t paying attention to what I promised the rest of myself, because it was sure she was going to tasted good, and I was still leaning forward. At this point, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I wanted to.
She tasted amazing. Spice and salt and sweetness. After the first lick, I couldn’t stop myself from diving back in, no hesitation. I had no idea what I was doing. I’d never done this – or anything – with anyone but myself before, and the part of me desperate for more of the juices dripping out of Lheisatha’s pussy hoped that enthusiasm was going to make up for my complete ck of skill.
Apparently, it was, because I kept finding more. Lheisatha wove her hand through the hair at the back of my head, directing me where to go next. Wherever she moved me, I found more of her, waiting for my attention. She twisted my head higher, and I licked what must have been her clit – oh, right. That existed, and I should have probably been paying more attention to it – most woman preferred that, I thought I remembered reading. It hadn’t seemed to make all that much difference to me – my fingers always seemed to find equally delicious spots inside myself – but I didn’t know anything about Lheisatha’s anatomy, and I shouldn’t make assumptions. I pointed my tongue and flicked it at the bead of flesh already swelling out from under its hood, and I was rewarded with another wave of her delicious juices across my face. Lheisatha moaned above me and gripped my hair tighter, which was a clear-enough sign for me. I licked her clit again, and again, and again.
And then it hit me and I jumped. Flowing down the bond and into me, I felt someone licking my own clit, even though I knew there was no one else in the room. I still felt it, all the same, in sync with the motion of my tongue. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head – was this what Lheisatha was feeling? Holy fucking shit, it was unbelievable. Why would anyone not spend the rest of their life fucking? How did anyone get anything done when they could be doing this instead?
Something was broken in me. I was hooked already. I wanted more – needed more. Maybe I should have asked permission, but I didn’t. One hand slid up Lheisatha’s legs to tease at the opening of her pussy. Just a little, to get the tip of my finger wet, and then I slid it in.
I moaned with Lheisatha. It felt just as good as when I touched myself. Fuck it, I needed more. I slid a second finger in, and then a third, and Lheisatha’s pussy practically swallowed them up, just as desperate as I was.
More. I could feel it. Lheisatha needed more. I needed more. We needed more.
I curled my fingers in time with my thrusting, rubbing against the walls of Lheisatha’s pussy. Just like mine, I could feel a bit of extra texture under my fingertips, and I made sure to press against it as I pumped in and out of her.
Lheisatha groaned again, and I could see the muscles in her abdomen flexing. Her hips shook back and forth, riding my face as I fucked her. And past the physical proof in front of me, I could feel it through the bond. An orgasm was building. Lheisatha was going to cum all over me.
And it was building in me, too. I wasn’t feeling any direct contact on my body, but apparently the pleasure I was getting through the bond was real enough that it didn’t matter. As it fred even higher inside Lheisatha, I felt in building in me as well. It was coming. She was close. I was so close. I was going to –
Lheisatha came first. She tilted back her head and screamed as she crested and kept screaming as she came. That pushed my over the edge as well, and I screamed into her pussy as I fucked her, fucked myself, fucked us both in a frenzy. We came, and then found new crests to rise over, and came again, and then again, and again, in flurry of rising and falling excitement and pleasure.
My body was shaking. My fingers were sore, and my tongue was cramping, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop until I’d wrung every st drop out of both of us. Lheisatha stood, hunched over and supporting herself on my head with the fingers still entangled in my hair. I leaned against her leg, shivering and panting.
What.
What the shit was that?
Was that familiar bonding? Is that what it was like for everyone?
It couldn’t be. Could it? No. It couldn’t be. Someone would have said something to someone. I would have definitely heard about it.
But regardless of whether or not Lheisatha and I were uniquely suited to giving each other the strongest orgasms of anyone ever, I couldn’t get attached to it.
She was still a kaiju. She still thought she owned me.
She was still the enemy. And I needed to sever that bond.
And then probably…
If Lheisatha could tell where my thoughts had gone, she didn’t show it. She stroked my hair a few times as she freed her fingers and settled back into her throne with a contented sigh. I remembered her instructions and heaved myself up to kneeling, even if I had to lean against the throne to stay upright.
Lheisatha gave me a tired smile and pet my hair again.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.”
I was too tired. Very much too tired, which is why I didn’t try to knock her hand off my hair.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I murmured. She pet my head again.
“You’ve got a new job to do, pet.”
“Wha…?” I groaned and tried to straighten up. She could barely stand – what could she possibly expect me to do?
Lheisatha nodded towards a pool of something on the floor, right where I had been sitting. Surrounding it were other spots and spshes from – oh. I wasn’t too tired to blush, I discovered, when I realized what I was looking at.
Lheisatha’s grin had already perked up. She held up a hand towards our fluids.
“You left a mess on my floor, pet. Clean it up. Use your tongue.” Her grin widened as she answered my next question before I could ask it.
“Keep your ass up. I want to see it shaking,” she added as I crawled forward.
There’s no one here, I reminded myself as I bent my head down closer to the floor, ass still high in the air. No one can see what’s happening, and you just need to hold on. You’ll get out of this.
She’s the enemy, I told myself as I pped at another puddle.
Fuck, it was still delicious. I could already feel my body reacting, ready for more. Something wet was sliding down my leg, and I was sure Lheisatha could see it.
I realized, then, that I might be in real trouble.