Lucy gazed upwards into Foras' bright green eyes. She savored the unique and novel sensation of Foras moving inside her. His pacing was exactly suited to her body. Lucy clutched the bedsheets as if to keep herself from fleeing. A pastel blue sports coat was on the floor next to them and she was gagged with a checkered pink tie. She'd never felt like this before, and a seed of guilt began to take root. Thoughts of Fae distracted her from the moment but Lucy couldn't ignore the pleasure that was building within her. It was different from the familiar sensations of masturbation, this all-over sensation wasn't localized to any specific part of her body and it filled her with warmth.

Lucy saw Fae before her. She was trapped in a thick, irregular, cone of ice that grew from the floor. She was at the end of the long and dimly lit corridor. Lucy immediately started sprinting towards Fae. The corridor started twisting on itself and she could no longer progress through it. An invisible wall stopped halted her. She raised her fist to strike it, over and over, calling out to Fae, telling her she was coming. Lucy couldn't move and she found herself encased in ice too. 

Drops of sweat rained from Lucy's face to the stone floor. She shoveled coal into the boiler. She was alone. She wanted to look around but an unknown urge kept her focus locked on the raging inferno she was fueling. The heat kept rising, Lucy kept shoveling. She heard the sound of a cracking whip behind her. It was regular, paced, and it kept getting louder as it approached. Soon the noise filled and echoed through her head and she felt the twinge of pain on her thigh.

"Fuck!"

Lucy found herself sitting up before she realized she had awoken.  All the lights in the office were out and the room was silent and still. The background noises of the fourth floor were gone. She hadn't noticed them when they were present but their absence demanded her attention. She imagined herself sneaking off to the nearest fridge for a midnight snack. It was that sort of feeling, sitting alone here in the quiet dark. Lucy swung her legs around and her toes landed softly on the waxy wooden floor. She rose to her feet, her dress and stockings were still on. Her garters had long dug into her skin and were uncomfortable. Her dress and hair were mussed from sleeping in them, and her bow was undone and creased. Her boots were the only item missing, and she remembered Foras mentioned cleaning the vomit from them. She couldn't smell that anymore. Lucy circled Foras' desk looking for her boots and came up empty-handed. Lucy moved back to the couch, the only furniture left large enough to hide her footwear. Nothing. Lucy groaned and spun around in frustration as if giving the room a half-second once over would reveal anything new.

Lucy turned the lights on and paced in front of the leather sofa. She checked her satchel and was relieved to find her phone there. She could leave the fourth floor at her leisure with that, provided Foras didn't deactivate it after finding her. Lucy still had doubts about Foras. Everyone seemed suspicious and she was still trying to organize her thoughts about the last few hours. Being seen by any of the maids would let Jezebel know she had escaped. She checked her phone to see what time it was and confirmed her suspicions, it was just after midnight. Tonight was her best chance. She wondered if anyone even knew she was supposed to be missing yet. Lucy started unbuckling her garters which left deep red impressions on her legs as they came off. She slid her stockings down into a ball and kicked them off her feet. She anticipated running tonight and didn't want to risk slipping by running on them. This was her chance, it was tonight or never.

Lucy started for the door. The handle didn't budge.

"Oh no, you're kidding me. You are kidding me. You're kidding me! I swear to fucking god if I get caught behind one more locked fucking door--"

The door lock clicked and Foras entered. Lucy thought he overheard her for sure. Foras held her boots in his left hand. Over his right shoulder was a measuring tape. Foras had changed from his grey suit to pastel blue trousers and sports coat with a white and pink checkered tie.

"I noticed the lights were on. How are you feeling?"

"Like I can't stop getting stuck behind locked doors. Why is everyone locking me up? Like, being stuck here for years cleaning toilets wasn't enough? Shit."

Foras set her boots down next to the sofa and took the measuring tape from his shoulder. He opened the door to the office again and leaned around the door to grab something from outside. When he came back in he had clothes on hangars, covered in plastic. He laid them out flat on the sofa, covering her discarded stockings and garters. The sofa looked more like a shelf now than a place to sit. Foras approached Lucy.

"Judging by that response it appears your stomach is fine. Your manners seem to have taken a turn for the worse. Is it your intention to address me so casually? Arms up, I'd like to get these measurements quickly."

Lucy kept her arms to her sides.

"Measurements for what? I need to go! This isn't the time for measurements or manners I have to get out of here!"

Foras took Lucy's height while she whined about needing to leave. He seemed completely unbothered by her protests. 

"Get out of where exactly? As I understand the situation, going back to the maid quarters wouldn't be the best decision you've made for your health. One might say a good disguise would increase the chances of exfiltrating Fae safely. Arms up."

Lucy complied and Foras started to take her chest measurements. Lucy gave up on the idea of lying to Foras. Whether he was trustworthy or not, he seemed to know what was going on already.

"How'd you know about that?"

"Well isn't this a bother. These maid outfits are fluffier than I remember. I have a good mind to force a change to something more contemporary. Something that embraces the form better. These measurements are no good. I know it's a bother to you Lucy but you'll have to discard your garments."

Lucy had her dress on the floor in seconds and started unhooking her bra.

"You didn't answer my question and how does having a servant uniform help me anyway?" She asked.

"You can keep your intimates on if you'd like. I won't need those off for your measurements. The servant's uniform is for three reasons. One, I'm not informing my entire staff of my involvement in this and they'll have something to say about a maid being up here at this hour. By the time I'm finished, you'll hardly recognize yourself, and that's reason two, the maids will not recognize you, not at a glance. Three, I'm entitled to a bit of entertainment now and then."

Lucy flung her bra and panties unceremoniously on top of the plastic that covered the new uniform. Foras' suit matched what she'd seen in her dream. Lucy wondered what else in that dream could be prophetic, she needed confirmation it was just a dream. Lucy reasoned that if she couldn't make the first part of the dream happen, then she could brush off the rest.

"No thanks, none of these clothes are feeling fresh exactly. I'd rather just have them all off. Besides, if what you told me was true about not seeing my pictures, you've been nothing but a gentleman about it so far, so like, you've seen me naked a few times already anyway. Seems like you can handle it. Like I got nothin' to worry about right? If you were going to be weird or something you've had plenty of opportunity."

Foras started taking her measurements, starting with her shoulders.

"It's interesting how reluctant you all are to come to the conclusion that I take this seriously. You're all a bit beneath, no scratch that, most of you are beneath my station to begin with. Sorry Lucy, but you'd have to acquire more than a few legions to get there."

"Beneath you!? Yeah, I bet that's where you'd like me."

"Looking for a send-off Ms. Pyre?"

Lucy jumped when she felt Foras begin to take her inseam. If he kept his pattern, he'd take it two more times just like her other measurements. She didn't expect the placement of his hands to be as enticing as it was, and she was starting to feel the guilt from the dream creep in, but she pressed on. Her dream had felt safe and comforting and she figured if it was true she could simply back out. 

"Maybe. It'd be nice for a man to look at me that way sometimes you know? Sometimes I'd like to be fucking noticed!"

Foras rose to his feet, writing all of Lucy's measurements down on a notepad.

"Is that a fact? This evening excluded, I've seen you do nothing but cover up and get embarrassed in any situation you could have been 'noticed'. You've gone quite out of your way to avoid it," Foras closed the gap between them, bent his head down, and whispered into Lucy's ear, "If you think you've suddenly gained the courage to be noticed you might have mentioned it while I was taking your inseam."

"Foras, what did you have for my inseam?"

"62 centimeters"

"No, it's at least 63. I think you need to take it again."

Foras stood up straight, "That's more like it. Work on that and you might even convince me you're serious."

"Wait! How could you tell!"

"Wasn't it you who said if I wanted to make things weird I had ample opportunity? That cuts both ways, Lucy."

"Okay well, well what if I had been serious? It's not like I don't want to it's just..."

"Fae."

"Yeah."

 "Hold that thought," Foras retrieved Lucy's undergarments from the sofa and handed them back to her, "I'm afraid we don't have time for me to fetch you a fresh set or to wash these. Let's get you dressed out first."

After Lucy put her underwear on, Foras started fitting her suit and marking spots for alteration.

"I'm still holding that thought."

"If I thought you were really serious, I might have indulged you a little. Nothing worth running off and telling anyone about mind you. I was sincere about your lack of status."

"Okay but like, what if that wasn't a problem?"

"I will make a proposition instead of answering that question. If you return here with no fewer than 10 legions, I'll show you the balcony."

"Okay, but I'm serious about staying with Fae, If I live up to my end of the bargain she's part of the package."

Foras laughed, "Deal. Now if that's all out of your system, I have to make some minor alterations. This won't take long, I was very close from the off. Follow me."

Foras took Lucy a small distance away from his office and she quickly found herself in a room cluttered with workbenches, scraps of clothes, mannequins, barber chairs, hair sinks, and other work areas she couldn't identify. Foras hung her marked and pinned coat on one of the mannequins. He directed her to one of the hair sinks then removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves. Lucy wasn't able to keep her head still when Foras began lathering her hair. She soon gave up trying. 

"So before like, why are you helping me exactly? Like, it's obvious you know what's going on here so. You know..."

"When we discovered you unconscious I started seriously scrutinizing your logs. I do mean all of them. I had no idea the freezer was being used in that manner. We formerly stored perishables down there. Between that and your being poisoned, I made the determination that Jezebel has effectively ended your contract. That makes you a guest. A guest that by all accounts wants to leave."

"I doubt Jezebel sees it that way."

"Indeed, so it's escape time. I could probably make the argument to walk you out of the front door, but not Fae."

"That simple huh? I'm a guest now? Time to bend the rules?"

"Ye of little faith. Get in the chair please."

Foras turned off the water and ushered Lucy into the chair. When he was done, she had a short side parted men's cut. Her hair had a brilliant silvery shine to it and Lucy took note of the conditioner Foras was using. Foras had her clothes tailored in minutes and in a few more, she was sporting a fresh fitted suit. Nothing had gone like her dream past what clothes Foras was wearing. Maybe it was a warning about the consequences of failing. Foras also provided her with some contacts that matched her prescription, warning her that her glasses would be a giveaway. He reassured her that between the large change in dress, hair, and glasses, she should appear as unfamiliar to anyone not actively looking for her.

"One more thing Lucy, before you go," Foras handed her a large, emerald-cut, aquamarine, "I had decided to give that stone to Morgen, perhaps I'll have time for that story on your return, but it should bring you some luck on your journey, and with Fae, and I'd like for you to have it."

Lucy held the stone up to look at it, "Is this the same stone me and Jezebel had? What is it? We both saw something moving in it."

"Yes, I decided to cut it after I retrieved it. Easier to take with you. That stone was carried by the crew of the Santiago and it trapped more than a few sirens along the way. It's supposed to bring safety in travels and stabilize bonds with people, and in a far lesser known but personal favorite of mine, bring closure."

Lucy tucked the stone away in one of her pockets, "Oh my god I have pockets! Holy shit! That's cheating, that's fucking cheating that's too easy."

"Lucy."

"Yeah yeah yeah, Why do you use my first name sometimes anyway? Why's it like, Lucy this and Ms. Pyre that."

"If I told you now it'd just distract you, but we're not strangers."

"Oh, another story for after I get those ten legions huh."

"I'm afraid so."

"Foras, can you text Fae please, tell her I'm on my way and to sit tight?"

"Sure Lucy," Foras sent the message and let Lucy look at his phone to confirm.

"Thank you, Foras. Hopefully, the next time I see you, it'll be as a guest. Bye-bye now. Bye."

"By your leave."

Lucy left and made her way to the stairwell. After she was well out of sight she gave Fae the signal they'd discussed by summoning the vibrator. It was on when it appeared in her hands and it startled her. She dropped it down the stairs and had to chase after it as it bounced downward, buzzing the whole way. When she picked it up again she juggled it a little bit before managing to turn it off.

"Oh nooo, it's wet too. Well, I guess she was awake when that text came in. There's no fucking way she doesn't know I'm coming now."

Lucy had tucked her tail as neatly as she could under the back of her coat. It was that last obvious thing about her. Occasionally Lucy would catch her reflection in a lamp or other bit of glass and become startled at the stranger staring back at her. When she encountered servants out on night patrol she simply walked past them and made no attempt to hide her presence. The few who noticed her only stopped to ask her if she was okay without a light. She would simply nod and move on, and that would end the matter.

When she got to the maid areas she became more cautious. She had to wait for nightwatch to pass by her a few times but it wasn't long before she was at Fae's door. She knocked softly and waited for a reply. The door opened, and Fae was there with her phone's flashlight turned on. When the light shone on her face she heard the door slam and lock.

"Fae? Fae! It's me Fae. It's Lucy!"

The door opened back up and the flashlight was quickly back in her face. She couldn't see anything past it.

"Lucy why the fuck do you look like that! Scared me to death I thought Foras had come to collect."

"Yeah, about that, we got that one way wrong. Anyway, now that you're done yelling my name loudly down the hall, which I'm sure is a totally fine thing to do, we really need to get going. It's a bit past 2 and Jezebel usually wakes up like four-thirty ish? We gotta be outta here by then but I think we'll have plenty of time."

"Alright, where do we go first?"

Lucy instructed Fae to turn her light out and led her to the nearest stairwell. Lucy took a moment to get her bearings and plan their route back to the main dorms. She knew where all the servant staff had been posted already. She'd made this trip between their respective bedrooms many times before. Lucy led Fae through the dark, bypassing maids and servants that barred their way. Lucy badged them into the stairwell.

"Two-thirty, You can turn your light on now Fae."

"Lucy?"

"Yeah, Fae what is it?"

Lucy turned around to see Fae looking down at her own forearm. A few broken dull orange lines were glowing on it.

"No way already? What the fuck? Geeze I guess we're really on the clock now. Come on Fae we gotta hurry."

Fae turned on her light, and they both went up the stairwell as fast as they could. Lucy worried. She thought there would be more time to figure out what to do about Fae's bond. They arrived on the sixth floor. The door out of the old stairwell didn't have a breaker bar, It was a simple wooden door with one of the old-fashioned locks on it.

"Dammit, now what? Shit. Okay, okay, I can figure this out. Just gimme a minute, give me time."

"Hold on, I think this might work instead."

Fae grabbed her key out of her satchel. Lucy held Fae's phone up to the keyhole. To their surprise, the key went straight in and opened the lock.

"Hell yeah!" Fae shouted, "I was gonna try and bust it down if that didn't work."

Lucy giggled, "Yeah I'm glad we didn't have to. Let's go Let's go we're almost there."

Lucy took Fae by the hand and sprinted down the narrow hall. Lucy still had Fae's phone, having neglected to give it back to her in the chaos. The oil lamps that lit this corridor the last time Lucy was here were still burning. Lucy burst through the double doors and revealed the summoning room. Save for them, it was empty. They'd made it.

"Okay, Fae, we're almost through. We just gotta figure out one more problem and I can send us both home. Starting with you."

"I'm still bonded aren't I?"

Lucy sucked air through her nose sharply, "Yeah. Jezebel sorta, well, she actually managed to shove me into that vault thing. It's been her the whole fucking time! She was never going to fucking break it! I think she was coming after you next honestly."

"Well what do we do Lucy?!"

"I dunno! I dunno, let me think. Gimme a minute shit!"

"I'm cutting it off if you can't figure it out."

"Jesus Fae! No way are you doing that. You're kidding, right? You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding."

"Nope. Not going back."

"I think you're full of shit. Now shut up and let me fucking think damnit!

All Lucy could think about now was the graphic imagery of Fae cutting her arm off, or having to deal with Jezebel again, getting shoved in the vault with Fae. Jezebel taught her nothing about breaking or forging bonds aside from the idea that Jezebel needed to do it. Lucy thought that had to be deliberate, that the other things she was trained to do were purposely useless without that piece of the puzzle, that without the list she was stuck. Lucy paced around the summoning circle, frustrated. Fae would interrupt Lucy's pacing roughly every ten minutes to ask if she'd thought of anything yet, to declare she was bored, or to joke about amputating her left arm. Lucy hadn't been this frustrated with her since before they became lovers, or as worried for her since they were first separated. She checked her phone, two hours had passed, and it was four-thirty. Fae cut the silence again, this time she seemed agitated.

"Lucy, your arm!"

"Huh?" Lucy looked down at her right arm, "What do you mean my arm? What are you talking about?"

"Your other arm."

"Oh."

Lucy looked down to find a familiar orange pattern burning into her forearm. She remembered the last time she had seen this, the night she stayed out too late. She expected pain, it was searing hot the last time it was this far along, but there wasn't so much as discomfort now.

"Fae, does your arm hurt? Burn? Have any pain at all?"

"No why? Is that supposed to start soon?"

"You should already have a fuck ton. Like, I thought you were already hurting, it should be hurting. When I got this far I was suffering dude," Lucy paused, "Fae do you remember our joining ceremony? Like, remember it really well? I don't."

"I remember."

"When we were bonded, did Jezebel have the list of names with her?"

"Not that I remember. You're right though that's a bit far back to remember that clearly."

"How about when she broke our bond, did she have it then?"

"Nope."

"Your new partner?"

"No."

Lucy thrust her hand into her pocket and clasped it around the aquamarine Foras had cut for her. She pulled it out and looked at it. The patterns on both their arms became more pronounced. Lucy muttered to herself.

"Strengthens bonds..."

"Lucy?"

"Nothing, I think Foras pulled a fast one. Like a good fast one, but damn he's sneaky. I think. I hope. I dunno. I gotta feeling I know what to do now. Let's go to the middle Fae, if I'm wrong nothing will happen, I think."

The clacking of hard-soled shoes against the steps of the banister staircase echoed through the chamber. Lucy ran to the center of the summoning circle. Fae stood still as if she was paralyzed. Lucy called out to her.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Fae c'mon take my hand get over here. We have to go! Now or never! Move it!"

"R--right," Fae said, seeming to snap out of her trance.

Lucy took Fae's left hand with her own as Fae approached. The footsteps changed cadence and the echo changed character, Lucy turned her head to the staircase. It was Foras, he was holding a rectangular suitcase. It was older older-style suitcase with just a single handle in the middle and no wheels or other features to assist with carrying it.

"Well, aside from the small matter of some personal belongings it seems I overestimated the necessity of my presence."

Lucy was apprehensive about Foras being in the room with them and Fae squeezed her hand. Their apprehension must have been plainly written on their faces because Foras reacted to their feelings immediately. He forcefully slid the suitcase across the floor to their feet.

"I cleaned your old uniform. You should take it with you or at the very least take it from me. I'd dislike being caught with it. That would be untoward."

Lucy stooped down and grabbed it without letting go of Fae, "awful big--" Lucy struggled to pick it up, "and heavy suitcase for just my old uniform Foras, what else is in here hmmmmm."

Foras shrugged and turned around, "Unfortunate. I thought I might find those missing maids up here. Guess they gave me the slip."

Lucy stood up straight and turned back to Fae, suitcase in tow.

"Thank you, Foras."

Lucy took a deep breath and spoke one word in the old dialect.

"Saturnalia"

*     *     *

Lucy could hear the faint jingling of keys. Her front door opened, and Fae announced herself.

"I'm home, Lucy."

Home was a modest bungalow in the rural southern United States, located just close enough to a larger city to have decent internet service, but not so close as to be in the suburbs. It was quiet, it was in the bible belt, beyond the reach of summonings. Fae, being a succubus from creation, taught Lucy how to disguise herself as a human when they first arrived on the surface. Foras had provided them with enough money to get them started in the suitcase and suggestions for where to live to avoid being summoned. Fae had returned from her day job, where she made a decent living managing a cleaning service. Lucy was a homebody, though she worked diligently on her plans to raise her Demonite army. Fae thought the endeavor to be less outlandish now. Fae had shown her the ropes of stealing dreams, lifeforce, the seduction of mortals, and the other basics of being a succubus. Through these activities, Lucy had gained a handful of followers, which they met on Saturdays. Presently Lucy worked to accelerate and scale these efforts.

Lucy rose from her office chair, putting her keyboard off to the side. She met Fae at the door and they shared a routine kiss. Lucy's wet hair hung on one side.

"Guess who has good news," Lucy said mischievously.

"Well you're in a pleasant mood"

"Yeah, I think I found something that could work for us, make things go faster you know, something that'll happen before our current followers die of old age hehehe."

"Okay, okay, go on and show me, because you're going to."

Lucy walked back to her desk. On either side of her monitors were piles of manga, a large portion of which were doujinshi and light novels. She'd read a few before she was summoned for her stint, but now she was fully immersed in the entertainment. Now she'd found a lead. She sat at her desk and pulled up a few subreddits to serve as examples for Fae.

"See these posts? They call these kinda people degenerates. They're basically kinda like us, er well, closer to me really. They're practically pre-seduced. Willing even. I think these were the kind of people you were telling me about before. I found them through the power of smut."

Lucy beamed, she was proud of her accomplishment and awaited praise from Fae. Words didn't come, but she felt a hand press gently on her head between her horns.

"How do we collect these 'degenerates' Lucy?"

"I think I'm gonna become an entertainer, like, a personality they can relate to and focus on. I found this thing where this seems to happen a lot. If you get good at it they basically do everything for you, right down to sending you their life energy. I think it might even work over a distance, I dunno but I kinda wanna find out. Hell, maybe we'll enjoy their company too like, once they're converted, I mean it's like I said. Near as I can read being a 'degenerate' means acting like I do."

Fae bent down and embraced Lucy from the back of her chair, "hell yeah, good work sweetie. Go for it. We've got time."

Lucy looked up, craning her neck backward to look Fae in the face. She tugged at the zipper of Fae's pencil skirt and bit her lip.

"What else do we have time for?"

Fae put her hand on Lucy's and drug it down, the zipper came undone, and the black pencil skirt fell to the floor in a heap over Fae's high heels, her black sheer stockings and garters were left behind and her crotchless red lace panties peeked out from under her white button-up silk blouse. Fae let her tail out, dropping her human disguise, a ritual that occurred daily when she removed her work clothes. Lucy, for her part, was already pantsless. She spent most days like this, wearing whatever graphic tee-shirt struck her fancy and a pair of panties. Today it was a pair of low-waisted pink satin panties with a small white bow on the front and center of the waistband which narrowed to thin straps on the sides.

"The sun is still up. I'd say we have time for whatever you want," Fae answered.

"I think I'm craving a slow burn today, you know, a little bit of everything. Take our time, make a mess."

Lucy touched Fae's thigh and followed it up to her ass, which she grabbed firmly. Fae rested her hands on Lucy's shoulders.

"You might have to leave your seat for that."

"Are you sure about that? Or is that lip service? Because I could use some lip service."

Fae moved her hands from Lucy's shoulders to her chest. She had to bend over a little more. Lucy took advantage by grabbing Fae's ass in such a way that the edge of her fingertips would brush along Fae's exposed mound, gently tugging at the thin fabric that only covered it in part. Fae spun Lucy's chair around and dropped to her knees.

"Lip service, tongue service. I'll have a taste. How smooth are you today?"

"I had a shower and a fresh shave just before you got home."

"Oh you planned huh?"

"Not really. I got really into some cultured reading. It turned me on. I thought about taking care of it myself and then I saw the time. Just enough to get ready."

Fae hooked her fingers into Lucy's waistband and pulled her panties down to her knees. Lucy raised her legs so Fae could take them off all the way. She shifted to the edge of her chair and raised her legs higher, grabbing them to make the position easier to hold, to provide Fae with easy access. Lucy was already glistening. Her reading had her in the mood enough for that, but the self-touching shaving required generally got her there on its own. Fae was in no mood to provide instant satisfaction. She drew her nose gently up the length of Lucy's pussy, only coming into contact with a feather touch as she took in the scent. Lucy let out a soft whine.

Fae looked to her left, repeating the motion, but this time her tongue was out, and she gave Lucy a long drawn-out lick where her thigh met her crotch. The edge of her tongue brushed the far edge of Lucy's larger set of lips. Fae repeated this on the other side. Lucy was whimpering now. She let go of one of her legs and grabbed Fae's hair, expressing her desire for more. Fae brought her tongue to the center, making sure it was as wide as she could manage, and drew upwards taking care to keep her tongue on Lucy rather than pushing it into her. When she reached Lucy's clit, she kissed it. Fae brought her right hand up and used her index and middle finger to spread Lucy open. She licked and kissed Lucy again.

"You taste so good after a shower Lucy."

Lucy squeezed Fae's hair to signal her approval. She felt Fae's tongue slide smoothly over her soft clean skin. The fresh slippery feeling immediately following a good close shave was something she wanted to get the most out of while it lasted. Lucy writhed as Fae explored her. She shuddered as Fae's tongue reached deeper than she'd anticipated. It took her by surprise no matter how many times Fae demonstrated how long her tongue was. Fae would dwell on her clit sometimes, but she never stuck around long enough for Lucy to go over the edge. Lucy appreciated the consideration, she still couldn't cum multiple times without a break, but the teasing on and off again stimulation was driving her crazy. It was getting hard to think, and she welcomed it. Despite having a house of their own, Lucy clung to enjoying this as silently as she could manage. Lucy felt wetness on her chin, she hadn't noticed herself drooling. Lucy noticed her most sensitive spots were staying stimulated after Fae left them to enjoy other parts.

"Fae that's all you'll get to do if you keep going."

Fae sat up straight and rose off her knees to a squat.

"Let's take this somewhere else then. Bedroom?"

"Mmmmmm, no, couch."

"The last time we fucked on the couch it took you three days to get around to steam cleaning it."

Lucy raised her voice, "Maybe I enjoyed the smell! Fine then," Lucy hopped to her feet, "bend me over the kitchen counter."

Fae stood up when Lucy turned around and grabbed her by the arm, "Not so fast bitch. Like the smell huh?"

Lucy was quickly wrestled to the soft carpet. Lucy looked up at Fae, her thighs were blocking Lucy's view on either side and she could feel them squishing against her cheeks. The ceiling lights were hiding behind Fae's face. Fae unbuttoned her blouse but left it hanging on her shoulders. Her bra was a simple, flat-fitting, seamless white to keep from showing through her shirt at work.

"I'm still dressed and you want me to finish you off already, selfish brat."

"Oh no, Fae's on top of me, how tragic. Sure is a shame I'm trapped down here with no way to escape."

Fae pulled her panties firmly to the side and brought herself forward onto Lucy's mouth. Lucy leaned into it, craning her neck. Fae was already wet, and it was thick today. Lucy didn't waste any time attacking Fae's clit, which was engorged and exposed. Lucy sucked on it and licked it making as much direct contact as possible. Fae tried to raise her hips at the intense sensation, but Lucy had already hooked her arms around Fae's thighs and clasped her hands together. It kept Fae from moving off of her for respite. Fae squealed and cursed at Lucy, she took it as a sign she was on target. Lucy took in a breath, but all it did was pull in fluid and flesh instead of air. Lucy tried to breathe more slowly, more controlled, to stop that from happening but she just made a wet choking sound instead. Fae tried to move off her again but Lucy stopped her. Lucy's jaw was starting to ache, but she loved this, it kept her excited, kept her from cooling down too much. Fae tried to get off her again but Lucy held her ground. Lucy felt Fae's whip-like tail coil into her. It surprised her enough that Fae was able to back off.

"Cheater!" Lucy moaned.

"Hush, you like it."

Lucy could feel the soft, flexible, triangular ridges at the end of Fae's tail wriggle and writhe vigorously inside her, and Fae leaned back slightly so she could reach back and rub Lucy too. Lucy kicked her legs futilely and whined. Lucy tried to roll her shoulders to get some leverage, but Fae was too high up on her. It seemed Fae was ready to give Lucy her thirty seconds. Lucy felt the throbbing of her heartbeat in her clit, in her labia, just faintly but it was there. It flooded her ears too. Her abs and chest clenched and she bore down. Fae's tail, thin and flexible, was unconstrained by the muscles tightening around it. There was no let-up from it or Fae's fingers. Her pussy was positively slick with her juices, which were putting wet spots on the carpet. Suddenly, as Lucy was pushing out the next wave of pleasure, her clit became very sensitive and the sensation was no longer pleasant.

Fae was already pulling her tail out and her fingers stopped. She had learned to read the pitch of Lucy's whiney orgasms to know when to stop. Lucy felt like she'd left her body and had a peculiar lightheadedness that caused her to laugh between gasps for air. Fae brought her tail up between their faces.

"My my would you look at how wet that is? Oh, it'd be a shame to waste that."

Lucy had her eyes closed as she tried to ride the high out. When she felt Fae's tail press up against her other hole the surprise was only momentary. Lucy quickly convinced herself to relax, this was the moment she fumbled in the conference room, she wanted this, at least from Fae. She felt Fae slip inside. She tensed up.

"Don't worry, I'm taking this slow and gentle."

 Fae's words were reassuring, and she was able to relax again. It slid further in, she could distinctly feel each ridged crest of Fae's tail. The sensation was strange more than anything, a sort of odd she couldn't quite place. The hypersensitivity she was experiencing elsewhere didn't seem to apply to this, however. Fae kept her strokes shallow and slow. The stimulation at the entrance was the best part of the experience so far. It tickled a bit, but not in a way that was distracting. Lucy felt her nipples being rubbed, which elevated her excitement. Somewhere along the way, beyond her notice, the feeling had flipped from odd to pleasurable, and it was climbing in intensity rapidly. Fae hadn't changed the speed or depth of her strokes but the feeling was radically different. Both of Lucy's openings were tightening with a steadily escalating rhythm. Lucy could feel her G-spot responding somehow, and it wasn't taking its time. The second orgasm erupted, and it was the most she'd ever tightened up. Even Fae's tail had to stop moving. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and it was beyond her ability to keep quiet. The next moan came out as a persistent scream that lasted several seconds. She felt fluid escape from her pussy and run down her thighs and ass onto the floor, a floor that was moving. 

Lucy didn't remember the trip to the bed very clearly, but she was appreciating the softness of the sheets and pillows. The contrast of the fresh bedding and the odors of sex brought her comfort. Fae was lying next to her, propped on her side with a toothy grin, clearly pleased with herself.

"That was pretty good for a first time Lucy, it doesn't always go that well."

"Fae what the fuck was that? How did that happen?"

Fae giggled, "It just does. At least when things are feeling right. Think you'll want to do that again sometime?"

"Yeah Fae, yeah I think I would."

Fae kissed her softly, "I love you, Lucy."

"Love you too, Fae. Fuck, I'll never get tired of hearing that."

 "I know, I'll say it as much as you want."

"Careful with that, I could hear it a lot. You'll lose your fucking voice."

Fae had her phone out now and was swiping and quickly as if she'd rehearsed it.

"What are you doing over there? You're not bragging to your friends again are you?"

"Nah, I'm just picking some stuff up so we can go bigger and better next time, and so you can return the favor."

Lucy laughed, "You already had that picked out didn't you, that was already in your cart wasn't it?"

"Yep!"

"God, is it even seven yet? I feel like going to fucking sleep already. Fucking hungry too ugh."

"Take a little nap then. I'll go pick up supper okay? I'm not letting you miss a meal after that," Fae gave her another kiss and got up, "Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too."