Master's bed was perhaps the most luxurious thing Evie had ever felt. A thick, heavy mattress, of a material unlike any feather or straw she knew, which left a deep imprint that she slowly sank into. It was as if she weighed nothing, floating through the sky.

  Master ran a hand through her hair, carefully circling her ears.

  "You know," she said, "when I invited you to my room, I expected you to get in my bed first thing, but not quite like this."

  "Mmm," Evie hummed, curling closer into Master's side. "You should have had less interesting home, then."

  She heard Master take a long, slow breath, and Evie enjoyed the feel of her head rising up as her chest swelled. Between Hurlish and Master, she was spoiled for comfort when it came to breasts to rest her head on.

  "...I miss Hurlish," Evie said quietly.

  Master snorted. "Her, or her tits?"

  "Must I choose?" Evie nuzzled closer, breathing deeper of Master's scent. "She'll be showing quite noticeably by the time we arrive."

  "I know. Think her stomach's the only thing that got bigger?"

  "Is it selfish if I hope her breasts did grow?" Evie asked. It had been quite the frequent topic of conversation between the three of them since Hurlish had gotten pregnant, and since they had left the city, the stubborn woman had refused to tell them if they had or not. "They were already getting in the way of her smithing, weren't they?"

  "Maybe a little bit. I can't imagine she'd bme you for wanting it, though."

  "Thank goodness. I doubt I'd be able to scour the hope from my mind."

  Master once again chuckled, and the buzz of it was pleasant against Evie's cheek. She was beginning to understand why Master spoke so fondly of her home's amenities. Even recreated by a combination of illusory magic and colred orders, it was luxurious. Controlled temperature, a "foam" mattress, and the utterly exquisite view through the window... It was almost enough to make Evie forget why they'd come here in the first pce.

  Almost. But not quite.

  Evie turned her face inward, burying her nose between the generous valley of Master's breasts. She squeezed closer with her whole body, curling her arms and legs in, feeling the rger woman's muscles beneath her fingers. Briefly, she wondered why Master hadn't also recreated her old self, from this world. Evie supposed she'd finally come to view this new body as her own.

  "Y'want something?" Master asked, reaching up to scratch at her head.

  "Always," Evie rumbled, though it was incomprehensible when spoken from within Master's breasts.

  "I'll take 'mmghfh' as a yes," Master hummed, digging her fingers deeper into Evie's scalp.

  She instinctively pushed up into the touch, hard, groaning softly. There were few things better than her Master's hands tangled in her hair, and thankfully for her, they were all present in this bed with her. She felt a purr begin to rumble out of her chest at the touch, and even though it was far from the first time Master had pulled such sounds from her, she still felt a reflexive flush of embarrassment. How childish, to be purring from such a simple touch.

  Thankfully for her, the touch did not remain simple for long. Master's other hand reached up to join the first, knuckles pressing into the soft joint between her ears and the rest of her head. Evie's purring grew in pitch, drowning out the sound of the air conditioner, and in a matter of seconds her mouth had fallen open, panting openly onto Master's shirt.

  Master ughed happily as Evie's body tightened in its curl around her, seizing her as if she never intended to let go. Truthfully, if she thought it actionable, she very well might. She wondered if there was any spell more extreme than that which bound Ketch and Selliana, such that she and Master would be physically joined for the rest of time. If it meant she could have those hands on her whenever she wished, it would be well worth whatever it cost her.

  One of Master's hand suddenly left her head and, before she could protest, swept around to cup her chin. Her gaze was drawn upward, until she was watching Master with lidded eyes, mouth still hung open as she panted.

  Gods, what a joy this is, Evie thought, to have someone like her desire me so. To have the honor of her taking her pleasure from my body.

  She knew Master technically wouldn't have wanted her to think of their sex in such a way, as Master simply using Evie's body for her own satisfaction, but she refused to consider it in any other fashion. It was too delectable a frame of mind, one that that left her delirious with anticipation, with the desire to open her legs and let her mind be carried away by those beautiful hips. She was the bedpartner of a god's champion, the one which satisfied the Goddess of Passion's chosen. What greater pride could a woman take in her body than that?

  And so she watched Master with her lips slightly parted, waiting patiently. She would be used, she knew, taken apart by tongue or finger or cock, and she didn't care which. Only that her Master cimed her body, took her as her own.

  "In the mood for anything in particur tonight?" Master asked, her voice falling low and husky.

  "You," Evie breathed, the word summoned without thought.

  Master rolled her eyes. "How original. C'mon, we're in my old apartment. Isn't there anything I've told you about from my world that gets you going?"

  Evie struggled through her arousal, trying to recall anything of note. Why did Master always insist on asking her these questions? She was here for her Master to use, not to contempte and discuss things with.

  "That's..." Evie paused to groan as Master's fingers dug deeper into her ears, "...what did you do with your old partners?" She eventually managed to ask. "Before you came to our world. What did you do with them?"

  Master smirked, and Evie got the distinct surge of pride that came with finding the correct response to one of her questions. Master shuffled to the side, reaching into a table drawer beside the bed, and took from it two things. One, Evie recognized in purpose, if not the specific form: cuffs, with soft padding along the interior to prevent oneself from injuring their wrists as they thrashed in delight. The second, however, was unfamiliar, a long white rod with a rubbery ball atop.

  Master expined nothing. Before Evie could ask a question, her lips found Evie's, and she lost herself in the taste of her lips. Cherry, that alien pnt she had never truly eaten, had long since become Evie's favorite fruit in all the world. She licked and nibbled at Master's lips just to get the smallest taste of it, eagerly opening her mouth when she was pushed back, letting Master explore the inside of her mouth with intoxicating relish.

  She barely felt her arms being raised, too lost in the feeling of the slow kiss, but the subtle click of the cuffs sent her heart racing. Master really restrained her partners, even so far in the past? Not that she was compining of course, but–

  Ropes slid around her ankles, the slow hiss of fibers against skin silencing Evie's thoughts with a shiver. She instinctively tried to resist her legs being pried apart, but that was hopeless. Though their prowess in battle was Evie's favor, she could no more resist her indomitable strength than she could fight the rising sun. Soon she was ying exposed on the bed, only her thin garments left to protect her.

  Master saw to those in short order. Evie squirmed as she felt trimmed fingernails scrape against her hips, pulling her pants down to her knees, before they could go no farther, on account of her restrained legs. She looked down along her body with abject delight as Master crawled up towards her, lifting her shirt up, up, until it was bunched up beneath her throat, leaving her heaving chest bare to the room's chill. Her nipples were already hard, and the cool air wafting over her had them hardening further, until they were practically throbbing, begging to be touched.

  Master did no such thing, however. Instead she simply sat back with her knees folded beneath her, looking down at Evie, drinking in the sight of her body. Evie's breath caught in her chest, instincts warring. She wanted Master close, so close, touching her and feeling her, but at the same time, she could see the pin pleasure she took in letting her eyes rove over Evie's body, and bringing her Master pleasure was the greatest thing her arousal-drunk mind could imagine. The war of Evie's desire left her shivering and twisting in pce, trying in one moment to hold as still as a painting, the next straining against her bonds to bring herself closer to Master, and in another she simply y limp, trying to be patient enough to wait until Master finally took her.

  "You're beautiful, you know," Master whispered.

  "Beautiful enough to fuck already?" Evie pleaded.

  Master chuckled, moving forward until her knee was between Evie's legs. She kept it just an inch away, right where Evie's eagerly bucking hips couldn't reach it, and Evie groaned in frustration.

  "Y'know, I remember when you didn't have such a foul mouth on you," Master said. "The begging, the pleading, that was always there, but the profanity? I've been a bad influence on you."

  "And I'm eager to grow worse," Evie panted, still uselessly trying to press her sopping wet core into Master's knee. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, nding in spots on the bedsheets. "Come on now, Master. I feel your arousal coursing through me. Take what's yours already."

  "What's mine?" Master leaned over her, one hand resting beside her head, the other nding between the gentle swell of Evie's breasts, and her knee, oh-so-infuriatingly, no closer than it had before. Master's fingers began to trace circles around her breasts, just on the outside, never kneading or even coming close to her aching nipples. Her head dipped lower, until she was whispering in Evie's ear. "What's mine is mine, Evie. And I'll do with it what I please."

  Evie shuddered, her hands twisting and clenching. Gods, she loved this.

  Master retreated slightly, returning to her pce straddling Evie's legs, and suddenly put all her weight across Evie's thighs. The sudden heat of it, even through her pants – Gods, why hadn't she undressed yet– told Evie that she cked a cock tonight. She wondered if that was the result of Master's desires, or her own. It was difficult to tell at the best of times, much less when Evie was awash with arousal.

  The device from earlier appeared in Master's hand, the long white wand. It took Evie a moment to decipher what it was, but after a moment of wracking her mind, it came to her.

  A vibrator. One of the toys which Master so often mented her ck of, and was constantly trying to work up the bravery to ask the artificers to recreate. Evie's breath caught in her throat, and she felt yet another pulse of arousal course its way down to her core.

  Without a word, looking absolutely mischievous, Master clicked a button on the wand's base. It rumbled to life in an instant, edges blurring as a buzzing sound filled the air.

  "Please..." Evie breathed, the request slipping from her without prompting.

  "You'll have to work for it," Master warned her, grinning.

  "Anything," Evie said, "anything, always, for you."

  "We'll see how long that sts."

  Slowly, tantalizingly, Master lowered the vibrator towards the crook of Evie's legs. She strained against the ropes binding her ankles once more, but this time in an effort to widen them, exposing her sopping arousal to her Master. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, pulse thudding in her ears, watching Master torture her with the slow pace she was setting as the vibrator went lower, lower, lower...

  ...and then stopped. Just above Evie's clit, Master stopped, holding it there.

  "Master!" Evie mewled desperately.

  "I said you'd have to work for it," Master said, keeping the vibrator just too far away. Evie didn't even know what it would feel like, but she needed to find out. "Come on Evie, you're a flexible girl. I know you can do it."

  Evie bucked her hips upward, abs tensing as she tried as hard as she could to raise herself to touch the vibrator.

  Master, the contemptible woman, raised it slightly, once more out of reach.

  "Ah-ah," she hummed, "that was too easy, wasn't it? I know you can do better."

  Evie couldn't respond. She was too busy straining, throwing her hips upward with as much desperation as she'd ever felt in all her life. The ropes creaked around her wrists, the cuffs tied to the bedframe above her creaked, and as she strained, she felt Master's eyes falling across her body, soaking in her muscles until, finally, thank the gods, she managed to just barely touch the–

  Evie recoiled with a shout, her hips dropping to the bed in an instant. So intense, like nothing she'd ever felt before, a shock of pleasure so sharp it may as well have been pain.

  Before her gasp of surprise even finished, Master shoved the vibrator down, chasing her into the bed. Evie's eyes flew open, white lights bursting into her vision as her entire core clenched, the buzzing shock of it overwhelming every thought. It was like lightning, delectable lightning, like the buzzing lips of a lover's humming kiss multiplied a thousand times over. Her hips first tried to roll away, then thrust into it, thighs clenching as her body tried to pin the vibrator in pce, to never let it go.

  And then Master tore it away, ripping Evie out of her delirium, staring with wet eyes up at what seemed, at least in the moment, to be the cruelest woman she'd ever known.

  "Master..." she groaned, the single word all she could manage.

  "Yes?" She asked, tone as pin as if they were discussing the weather. "Something you wanted from me?"

  "Fucking... fuck you," Evie breathed, hips twisting involuntarily on the mattress. She could still feel the lingering aftereffects of the buzzing vibrator, even when she'd only felt its touch for a few scant seconds, and she needed more of it. She was almost certain that one of Master's orders had been to enhance her pleasure, because she refused to believe a device like that could be openly sold in her old world. It would drive women mad, leave them locked in their homes with nothing but the sheer pleasure of it clenched between their thighs.

  "Need me to turn it down?" Master asked, the question oozing sarcasm.

  "I'll cw your eyes out if you dare do such a thing," Evie snapped. She extended her cws, trying to find a way to cut through the cuffs restraining her hands. She needed that wonderful thing back on her as soon as possible. Unfortunately even she couldn't cut through steel, and Master ughed at her attempts.

  "Alright, alright," she said, bringing it back down. "But you're still going to have to work for it."

  Master held the vibrator just close enough that when Evie bucked her hips, she could press her clit against it. It took nearly every muscle in her body to do it, curving upward with shameless desperation, but she didn't care. The shock of its touch was so delicious, so unlike anything she'd ever experienced, that she didn't care how her muscles began to burn, didn't care how her arms and legs began to shake. She tried to grind herself against it, but the moment she found that friction, Master moved it slightly away, so all she could do was just find the lightest touch of it.

  Eventually she could hold her position no longer, and she colpsed back down onto the mattress, panting. Master towered over her, leering at the way her chest rose and fell, and the sight of such desire in her owner's eyes was nearly enough to drive Evie mad.

  But apparently the same wasn't true for Master, because she didn't relent. Evie was forced to catch her breath before thrusting her hips back upward again, a ragged moan tearing itself from her throat as she made contact with the vibrator. The ache of her muscles intermixed with the waves of pleasure roaring through her into something uniquely wonderful, soaking into every fiber of her limbs.

  But she couldn't hold the position forever, and when she finally dropped back down once more, it was with a dissatisfied moan falling from her lips. It wasn't enough for her to find her climax. She writhed on the bed, making eye contact with her Master, trying to communicate her desires without words, her breath too far gone for speech.

  At first it seemed Master's resolve was holding strong, enjoying Evie's desperate mewling far too much to give in, but Evie had a secret weapon. She widened her eyes, tucking her ears ft back against her head, her tail curling out from under her to stroke Master's leg. She looked, for all the world, like a begging kitten. She supposed she was, in fact.

  "Please?" She asked, her voice whiny and needy. "Please, Master? I want it so, so bad. I need it, please?"

  Her Master sucked in a deep breath, taken aback. For all she could read other people, sometimes she was so easy to py with.

  "I suppose you've been a good girl today," Master whispered, dropping the vibrator lower.

  Evie's eyes shot open as the head nded against her clit, pressing far harder than it ever had before. It was... it was... like nothing she'd ever known. A buzz that seemed to radiate through her whole body, sending her quivering with shaky moans. Her breath hitched and stuttered as Master began to press harder, moving it in circles, sometimes lowering it to the lips of her pussy, other times pressing hard into her clit.

  Evie felt her climax rushing up within her at a speed she'd never known, taken into delirium by the vibrator. She began to buck her hips mindlessly, long-practiced instincts trying to shove something into her, but Master's cock wasn't there. She was still fully dressed, grinding against Evie's thigh, enjoying the sight of her toy taking Evie to pieces. As the wave continued to roar up within her, Evie mustered all her strength, calling out.

  "Not without you," she groaned, "not without you, Master, please, I need you with me– I need you to– ah!– please!"

  She tried to pull her hips away from Master's toy, but there was nowhere to go. Her cries fell on deaf ears, Master's delight seeming to grow with each passing moment.

  Evie tried. She really, really did, trying to hold back her pleasure, but she just couldn't. The sight of her Master, her owner, pressing down on her, torturing her with pleasure, the knowledge that all she had was bared to the woman who loved her, and then the pleasure of the vibrator itself, it was all too much.

  Evie's legs suddenly clenched, muscles jumping, her eyes thrown wide as she stared at nothing, a single cry slipping loose from her lips. The pleasure that had been radiating through her core exploded outward, filling her entire body with pulses of liquid nectar, thick and addictive. She twitched and writhed, bucking her hips up into the vibrator, then away, unable to tell if she was overwhelmed with pleasure or in feverish need of more, more, anything she could get. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly, shuddery gasps all she could summon until, blissfully, mercifully, Master pulled the vibrator away, and she colpsed to the bed.

  Evie's eyes smmed shut as if lead weights had been hung from them, her mind incoherent mush. Somewhere very far away, she thought she felt hands on her body, feeling at her breasts, cupping her cheek, but she couldn't be sure. She was too lost in the aftershocks of pulsating pleasure, each one thumping through her body in a way that made her shiver and shake.

  When she finally came to, it was with her hands and ankles untied, and her legs spread. Slowly, she became aware of a sensation of fullness, so familiar.

  She looked down through lidded eyes, and found Master holding her hips up in the air, her cock impaled into her. The moment she registered the sight, the pleasure shot through her, a delectable ache that almost hurt, so sensitive was she from her earlier orgasm.

  Evie threw her head back, swallowing a load moan. She'd talked with Master about this before, but it had never happened. The thought of her body just being used, whenever her owner so pleased, whether she was asleep, or working, or anything else. It was one of the greatest fantasies she'd ever had, but Master had never done it, always uncomfortable with the idea.

  What had changed, Evie couldn't say, but to have woken up with Master's cock spearing her through, her owner's eyes closed as she focused entirely on her own pleasure? It was a sort of heaven Evie hadn't known she could ever be in.

  Master didn't even notice that Evie had awoken; she just kept pumping, her cock sliding in and out of Evie's pussy with wild abandon. Evie, ever the dutiful pet, did nothing more than y there, letting Master take her as she pleased. She was nothing more a toy, a warm body for her owner to use, and she would have it no other way.

  Master's pumping began to intensify, and Evie blearily realized she had no idea how long Master had been using her for. That, too, excited her in a way that was difficult to define, and even though she was trying to pretend she was still asleep, she couldn't help the way her pussy clenched down on Master's cock at the thought, intensifying the feeling of fullness. She could feel every curve of her cock, the way her head pressed her open on each thrust. Master groaned, low and hungry, and it took all Evie had not to begin throwing her hips up into each thrust.

  The pleasure radiating from Evie's colr was thick and heady, nearly overwhelming. She felt Master's cock as if it were her own, her pussy clenching down on her cock, and she felt the way she was being split open, Master's cock just rge enough to keep her on the razor edge of pain, but never tipping over that line, keeping her as full as she could ever dream of.

  She suddenly wished she'd awoken earlier, because Master's breath began to catch, her cock throbbing within Evie. Her pace increased, and Evie's colr redoubled its efforts, shoving every drop of her owner's sensations into her mind. It wouldn't be long, not long at all, and when it happened, she knew she wouldn't be able to–

  Evie cried out in the same breath Master did, throwing her legs around Master's hips, digging her heels in to shove her as deep as she could go. Master threw her hips forward, shoving her cock up into Evie until their skin was pressed flush, her cock jumping inside Evie once, twice, and then–

  And then her reward. Evie's mind shattered as she felt Master spill her seed into her, pumping her full. Every pulse shot hot whiteness into her core, filling her with Master's cum, the pulsating jump of her cock rubbing against every inch of Evie's pussy. She threw her head back, gasping long and loud, a prayer to no god in particur filling her mind, wordless thanks to the universe that she'd been brought to this moment.

  Master suddenly colpsed, her full weight nding on Evie. The motion stirred her cock in Evie's pussy, and even that had Evie twitching, two rapid orgasms leaving her more sensitive than she thought she'd ever been in her life.

  "Gods," Master breathed into her ear, "you're so fucking perfect."

  Evie tried to say something snarky back, or return the compliment, but she didn't have the breath to manage it, much less the mind. Her thoughts were too focused on the feeling of Master's seed filling her, slowly seeping out to drip onto the bed below them.

  They y like that for a time, catching their breath, enjoying the feeling of their sweaty skin pressed against one another. She wondered if Master's illusions could block sound, or if half the camp had just heard what they'd done. She hoped it was the tter.

  Eventually Evie's senses returned enough for her to try speaking, though she had to swallow several times, wetting her lips so they wouldn't smack.

  "That... gods..."

  "Yeah..."

  "Why... why now?" Evie asked. "I've wanted that for so long, so why now?"

  "I... was horny?" Master tried, still ying across Evie's chest.

  Evie gave her ass a pyful swat. "Real answer, Master, if you don't mind."

  "Uh..." Master shifted, finding a more comfortable way to y across Evie. Her weight made it slightly hard to breathe, but she'd be damned if she was going to tell Master that and risk the woman moving off her. "I guess... because you're not as obsessed with the colr anymore?"

  Evie blinked. "What? How do you mean?"

  "It's just... well, in the past, right, you loved the colr. Loved losing control. But not, like, in a fetish way, right? In a scared of the world way." Master took a deep breath, organizing her thoughts. "But now you're just... a regur sub, I guess? More normal. Or, uh, not normal, but your wild-ass fetishes are coming from a different pce, y'know?"

  Evie absorbed that in silence, mulling it over. She'd maintained that she loved her colr for the control it afforded Master over her, and she hadn't ever analyzed that belief since it had first formed.

  But thinking of it now, had it really changed? She had done so much with Hurlish, who had no control over her colr, and she had delighted in every minute of it. And some of her most wonderful moments with Master, sexually speaking, hadn't been under the colr's influence.

  "I... hadn't thought of it that way, Master," she eventually said. "I'm not sure how I feel about hearing that."

  Master reached up to Evie's head, scratching through her sweat-soaked hair. "Well, obviously make up your own mind about it, but personally? I'm gd for it."

  "That's... hm." Evie honestly couldn't say she knew what to think. On one hand, it seemed nearly inconsequential; she delighted in her lover's bodies, in pleasing them and being pleased by them, and what role the colr pyed in that was hardly relevant. Sex was sex, after all. But on the other hand, the colr was more than just an accessory, more than just a sex toy. Its implications affected her entire being, from soul to body.

  "I'm too tired for this," Evie eventually sighed, settling her head into the pillow. "I'll think about it ter."

  "Okay," Master hummed. "Good night."

  "Good night, Sara."

  She felt Master smile widely against her, and she didn't realize why right away. She'd called her Sara. Not Master. Casually, without specific meaning.

  Another thing to think about ter, she decided.