Throne of Oak, Ash and Thorn (closed for Poprockz)

[wanna_be]

Aelsbeth returns the kiss, her lips and tongue left gaping hungrily for a moment as Vivian pulls away again. She doesn't bother responding verbally, content to let Vivian's mouth move to her small breasts, eliciting a gentle moan from her as the stimulus there coincides with the movement of the black toy inside her.

She really is reaching her limits though, Aelsbeth has managed most of the toy, but much further will have her mewling in more pain than pleasure. She presses her thumb hard against Vivian's clit, before releasing the pressure for a second to let blood flow back into it. "Are you going to fuck me? Or what?"

 

[Poprockz]

"Mm..." Vivian almost squirmed as the blood flowed back into her clit; it was a rush of pleasure that seemed to spill over from her clit to the rest of her body in one warm wave.

"Well... Traditionally it's the person on top who dictates the pace and moves up and down, but since you asked so nicely..." Vivian reached up and wrapped her arms around Beth, pulling her gently so that she bent over until she was basically chest-to-chest with her. Those little mounds pushed up against her large breasts.

With that, her hands went down to the fae's hips and she gripped them firmly, moving her own legs so that they were bent and her feet were flat on the bed. In this position, she could really pump that little woman's pussy if she wanted to, though she wanted to work her up to it a little first. She started manipulating the woman's hips, pulling them up off the toy and then back down its length. Her hips began to thrust as well, pulling back and pushing forward to match the rhythm of her hips.

She thought to herself that the big cock must be so deep inside her, stretching her like nothing has before. It turned her on to think that maybe this was a first experience for the girl, having something so big. Every time she thrust up into that dripping cunt, the other end of the dildo stirred her own insides. God it felt good to be connected to another woman like this. Having sex with men was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like holding a woman's soft body and hearing her moans of pleasure.

Vivian panted softly, closing her eyes for a moment before saying playfully, "how is that, buttercup? Does the princess wish to request anything else for her royal self?"

 

[wanna_be]

Aelsbeth wants to snap back at Vivian's attitude, but in truth it's all she can do to stay in control with the, to her, enormous toy inside her. Aelsbeth likes being in control, on top, all of that, but moving herself on the toy is something of a challenge she is not sure she yet has the strength for.

At least Vivian doesn't question it, pulling her close against her soft chest. There's a pause, then Aelsbeth gasps as she feels the toy move deeper inside her. She won't be surprised if her stomach begins bulging, such is the size of the black dildo.

She slips her hands beneath Vivian's arms, pulling herself tightly to the taller woman and digging her fingernails into the flesh of her back as a sharp bolt of pleasure shoots from her pussy and up her back. A strangled moan escapes from her lips as Vivian begins to establish a rhythm. "Danu agus Aengus." Vivian might not understand the language, but Aelsbeth is moaning the names of the ancient Fae gods into her shoulder.

The dildo is thrust deeper, and Aeslbeth muffles her cry this time by biting into Vivan's shoulder, her moan subdued by Vivian's flesh and muscle. She is annoyingly distracted from the pleasure by Vivian's panted words. She draws her fingernails, clawlike, down Vivian's back. "I didn't… know we were playing games… human…"

 

[Poprockz]

Vivian thought to herself that the way the fae spoke those foreign words, if she didn’t know better, she would have assumed she was cursing her. She could tell that it was only that large cock making her moan and call out as it churned her insides.

“Ah!” She gasped softly as those sharp little teeth bit into her shoulder. The bite was hard enough to draw blood, but she wasn’t too concerned since it could just be healed up later. It sent a shiver through her body, the sting of the bite combined with the sounds of the fae’s enjoyment. The girl was clinging to her almost as if for dear life, their bodies pressed tightly together. Those nails though... they dug into Vivian’s skin in such a way that it felt like she was scratching an itch Vivian didn’t know she had.

“Hmm? Playing games? Whatever do you mean, sweat pea?” She asked breathlessly, feigning innocence. Even though the fae’s prissy attitude could be annoying, she was certainly fun to tease and bait sometimes.

Her hips continued to allow the phallus to rearrange Beth’s insides, hitting some deep, pleasurable places hidden within her dripping sex. Vivian wondered if she would cum more than once on her toy, swept away by the way it charged inside her relentlessly, bullying her tiny cunt into giving in to the bliss of climax.

“Do you like games?”

 

[wanna_be]

Eventually it's too much, and Aelsbeth's limbs tighten around Vivian as the toy drives her over the edge. The orgasm shudders through her body, and her teeth are jerked open as she cries out her pleasure. There's no escape from Vivian's grip though as Aelsbeth simply jerks and shakes in her arms.

She collapses onto the woman's chest, her energy spent, only to feel the second orgasm gathering force. "Hnnngggg… Bitch…" Is about all she manages to get out between clenched teeth as her pussy explodes again, sending lightning bolts through her dazed system. It's all she can do not to release a storm of magic into Vivian.

Finally she's resting her head on Vivian's chest, the top of it tucked neatly under the taller woman's chin. She must have blacked out for a moment.

"Finished with your… games?" She's clearly still struggling to catch her breath.

 

[Poprockz]

Her fae partner looked so sexy when she lost control, that hot little body trembling and twitching in pleasure. She counted one and then two orgasms, pleased that she had succeeded in showing her an enjoyable time. It wasn't what she had expected when she came down the stairs that night, but she was happy with how the night had went.

Vivian laughed at the way she swore at her and responded with a playful, "priss." Their relationship was a bit adversarial, but she'd be lying if she said that Aelsbeth wasn't an amazing partner in bed.

Her arms wrapped around Beth's torso and she easily rolled them, ending up as the woman on top. Adjusting themselves slightly so that the cock wouldn't go too deeply into the girl, she leaned down and caressed the woman's cheek, letting her mouth hover but an inch away as her eyes flicked from the girl's beautiful lips to those entrancing eyes.

"Do you want me to be finished?" She asked softly. Vivian suspected that the small woman might be tired, having cum about four times. However, she herself was still horny for a bit more. If she wasn't up for it, she could always just sneak off to the bathroom once she was asleep though. As she waited for an answer, her hips slowly fucked the little fae, rolling with a sensual rhythm.

 

[wanna_be]

Aelsbeth's long, slender legs wrap about Vivian's waist as they roll over. She likes being in control, on top, powerful. To be moved about like this was not something she was accustomed to, despite her light frame. She finds, to her surprise, that she is enjoying Vivian taking control.

Vivian is clearly much more powerful than Aelsbeth physically. Something about that physical difference excites the Fae princess, and she tightens her legs about Vivian's waist. It's clear that she's not intending to let the brunette pull away, and she gasps as she pulls her closer unintentionally.

"Finished with playing your silly games human..."

 

[Poprockz]

Vivian knew the fae wouldn't admit it- her pride was simply too great to say that she wanted it. Though the fact that Beth wanted it badly was evident by the way her graceful legs were wrapped tightly around Vivian's waist. To beg or even ask nicely was something that was probably not very familiar to the fae royalty. For that reason, Beth would probably continue to evade her direct questions; that didn't mean that Vivian would stop trying to get her to admit things like that though.

Her hand slipped down to the fae's neck, her fingers wrapping around it gently but firmly. The woman's green eyes had a certain smugness about them as she chuckled, "Well, if you're not going to give me a yes or no answer, then I suppose I'll just have to fuck that pretty little body of yours until I'm satisfied." She figured that with the powers Beth had, she could probably blast Vivian off of her if she wanted to. That being said, there was something really sexy about holding her down and giving it to her until she couldn't take it anymore.

With that, she leaned back a bit and kept her hand at the fae's throat, her hips rolling harder to thrust that big cock with more force as her other hand held herself up on the bed. Underneath her, Beth's body was thrust backward a bit each time from her efforts. As she moved, her eyes were fixed on Aelsbeth's face, save for a few moments here and there where she closed her own eyes to really drink in the pleasure.

After a few more thrusts, she could feel her own orgasm building, her body starting to tense as she moaned with desire. "Yes..." she murmured as she was just a sliver away from reaching ecstasy.

 

[wanna_be]

The hand closing about her throat lit a momentary spark of panic in Aelsbeth. She feels the power gather instinctively before the grip stops tightening. It gives pause to her breath, but doesn't halt it. She pulls back on her power right as Vivian rolls her hips forwards.

Gasping, Aelsbeth head falls back as she quivers. Instinctively her legs tighten again, giving Vivian almost nowhere else to go except deeper. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, one hand reaching up to pull long red lines across Vivian's back as the plastic toy sinks deeper into her.

 

[Poprockz]

The legs wrapped around her waist did indeed hinder her thrusts; though, if the fae wanted her deeper then who was she to deny her? With what little leeway she had, she drove the black phallus deeper little by little, her thrusts picking up speed once more as she panted with lust. She wanted that little woman to cry out, to cum underneath her, to be so overcome by pleasure that she could do naught but whimper.

She could only keep that up for so long though, the black cock insistently calling her pussy's attention to the way it hit her in deliciously deep places.

The big cock finally drove Vivian over the edge, forcing her pussy to concede to the pleasure it wrought upon her. She let out a drawn-out moan as she moved her hips slowly to better milk the orgasm from her pussy. Usually speed was a better tool to make her cum hard, but the type of dildo she had inside wasn't the sort she could really thrust hard into herself unless she had it in her hands and wasn't fucking the gorgeous little fae underneath her. Her skin had just a breath of sweat upon it, her expression one of satisfaction and bliss.

When the ecstasy passed through, she panted and lowered herself down to kiss Aelsbeth's neck, working her lips slowly up her skin to Beth's where she claimed them for herself once more. Those soft, perfect lips were like a siren's call, forever calling Vivian's own to their whims. After a few moments of this, she pulled away and kissed the woman's chest.

"How are you feeling sweet pea?"

 

[wanna_be]

Satisfaction is washing through Aelsbeth. Though the frustrations that have built up over the last few days of near-captivity are not gone, they have certainly been subdued by the sudden release of tension. Her chest rises and falls slower and slower with each motion as her breathing begins to calm.

It quickens a little at the teasing nickname. She doesn't strike the human, as a Fae, and a Princess she is above such vulgar behaviour, but she does roll away sharply. "Like that name is already out of fashion."

The Fae didn't quite snap, but there is a decided edge in her tone. She shouldn't be offended by the words of a mere human, but the flippant way with which she throws out the insults seems to grate on her.

Aelsbeth may be young for a Fae, but she has lived a considerably longer life than any human. Vivian had been a surprisingly good lay. It's been some time since Aelsbeth had enjoyed quite so many orgasms in a single sitting, even factoring in her magic and the magic of her past lovers. It wouldn't hurt to sleep with the woman again while she escorted her to a place of safety.

Sitting up, she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Her throat feels dry, the... exercise... having drained her. Normally she'd have drunk a little honey wine, but considering the mess the human's sugar drinks had already gotten her into she reasoned that water would be a better choice. There had been a tap in the other room, and while the water it produced had been unpleasantly tainted by metal, at least it had not been iron. It would quench her thirst even if it left an unpleasant taste behind in her mouth. She muses over the taste Vivian has left on her tongue.

She stands and walks through to the kitchen, running water from the tap into a glass before drinking deeply. A little of the water spills from the glass, trickling down her cheeks and falling from her chin to her bare chest. It's cool against her skin.

She doesn't get a glass for Vivian.

 

[Poprockz]

"I suppose I'll have to get more creative then..." she murmured as Aelsbeth quickly pulled away, obviously annoyed at Vivian. She knew the fae didn't like the nicknames, but she was going to continue to use them, if only to get under the fae's skin. To her, it was almost a way to remind Aelsbeth that she wasn't a princess here with Vivian- she was just another woman, albeit an alluring woman who could most likely shoot lightning out of her fingers.

The fact that she could produce magic or that she was of noble birth weren't suitable enough reasons to respect her. Aelsbeth was an entitled woman who didn't seem to respect humans at all, thinking of them as a lower race only worthy of being used for her own purposes. Until she came off her pedestal, Vivian would continue to say things like that to her. After all, they would only be spending the next couple days together before she went home.

She watched the fae leave the room, the dildo dripping in her juices. Vivian removes it from herself, feeling satisfied for now with the session they had shared. Taking it to the bathroom, she washes it off and disinfects it, the woman liking to take good care of her toys. Once that was done, she goes back to her room and puts it away, sitting on the bed and sighing. She needed to buy plane tickets... that could wait until tomorrow though. Perhaps she would spend a week in Europe, taking the first couple days to get Beth home, then spending the rest of her time going to clubs and enjoying herself.

Vivian got up from the bed again and walked into the kitchen, seeing the fae drinking a glass of water. Some of it was running down her chest, making the taller woman smirk. She moved to come up behind the fae, pressing her breasts against her back before snaking an arm around her and running a finger up her smooth skin where the water had dripped. Her finger travelled from the curve of the fae's breast up to her sensitive neck. Vivian brought her damp finger to her own lips for a moment to taste it before she chuckled and pulled back, going to a cabinet to grab a glass for herself.

Once she had some water in her glass, she leaned against the counter and looked at Aelsbeth thoughtfully. "So. I'm going to need to buy airplane tickets tomorrow so that we can get to where we need to go. If I get you a map of Europe, would you be able to point out where I can drop you off? I'd rather get us as close as possible by plane before setting off in a rented car."

 

[wanna_be]

Aelsbeth resists the temptation to press back against Vivian as she feels the woman's presence behind her. It is a surprisingly powerful urge, not helped by the sensation of the woman's finger stroking delicately over her still sensitive skin.

She is relieved, though she hides it, when Vivian pulls away to fetch a drink for herself. Her eyes trace over the woman's naked body for a moment, before moving back to the woman's face and those tantalisingly effective lips as she speaks.

The thought of soon being home perks her up a little, though that doesn't last long as she remembers what the three would-be assassin's had said. A shadow flickers across her face as she considers that she might now be the sole remaining member of her line. Diaspor is likely ruling in her stead while the fae court awaits news of it's true heir. Unless he too has been slain by the assassins.

It's clear that Vivian simply wants this to be over with as soon as possible, but arriving closer to her ultimate destination will surely only ensure her safety. She waves a hand as she responds absent mindedly "Fine, I can direct you to somewhere close."

She glances at the doorway to the stairs again. She can't see the iron door at the top, but she can feel it, and the weight it places on reality. Things seem to warp around it, she can't imagine the Unseelie managing to get through such a forbidding portal.

Putting down her empty glass, she looks around the small room again. "I would be clean after our tryst, have you a bath in this place?"

 

[Poprockz]

A sip of water was taken as she watched Aelsbeth react to the reminder that they would seen be traveling. The happiness was expected, the somberness less so. Though come to think of it, it wasn’t as though the fae had nothing to weigh on her mind.

Based on what she had been told before, Aelsbeth was a member of fae monarchy in the middle of what she assumed was a power struggle of some sort. No doubt there was either a member of her family vying for the throne, or a separate faction that was tired of waiting for their own figurehead to supplant hers in a more political way. The slender thing had almost been murdered, her parents already claimed by the knives of those who moved in shadows.

What would Aelsbeth do once she got home? Would there even be a home for her to return to? Vivian hadn’t even taken a moment to really think about the seriousness of the situation. The fact of the matter was that while they traveled, it was more than likely that they would be targeted and possibly killed. That wasn’t a future she had seen for herself, that was for sure.

She was stirred from her contemplation by the question about her bathing accommodations. Try as she might, she couldn’t help but smirk ever-so-slightly. The fae had such a peculiar way of speaking; it almost made Vivian want to tease her for her antiquity, though she thought better of it considering her previous line of thought.

Setting her glass down, she strode over and put her arm loosely around the smaller woman’s waist, guiding her through her room and finally to the bathroom itself. When they stood before it, she gestured at it and said, “you can bathe or shower if you like, and you’re welcome to use any of my products. Though…” she leaned toward the fae almost conspiratorially. “If you take a bath, I would avoid pushing that button unless you like surprises.”

Her slender finger pointed to a button on the side, the one that would activate the jets. It was a large bath, one with a bronze-colored knob and detachable shower head, the stopper perched on the side of the tub.

 

[wanna_be]

Of course, suggesting that the royal fae should avoid doing something all but guarantees that she will do it. Aelsbeth has barely even taken a moment to admire the bathroom after the challenge. It is faintly impressive. There was no waterfall, as she might find in her own chambers, but the concept of a tap is not alien to her. It was strange how far the humans had come. Clearly Vivian is not amongst the wealthiest or most influential of humans, but this bathroom is near palatial compared to those Aelsbeth had seen in the past.


The bath is impressive. A huge porcelain construct with a bronze knob at one end and strange openings set into it at regular intervals along it’s sides. Perhaps simply extra entrances for water that the tub might fill more swiftly?


”This will be… adequate…” Try as she might, Aelsbeth can’t conceal that she is in fact a little impressed. True, her own bathing chambers are more lavish, but despite the small scale of this place this was more than comfortable.


Still naked, and unashamedly so, Aelsbeth leans down over the bath to fill it, her hips and ass push towards Vivian as she drops the circular disc of metal into the grate at one end of the tub and turns the knob at one end. Water begins to flow from it. Before long steam is rising from the rapidly growing pool of water gathering beneath the stream of the tap.


It fills surprising quickly, for human craftsmanship, and before long Aelsbeth is sliding into the scalding hot water with a sigh of satisfaction, even as her skin reddens. There is pain there, but it means little, any lasting damage will fade with her magic once she leaves the hot water.


Aelsbeth leans back with a sigh, letting the hot water envelop her in it’s embrace. She looks up at Vivian, also still naked. ”Are you going to join me?”


Her eyes flicker over the button on the side of the bath, still curious as to it’s mysterious purpose.

 

[Poprockz]

Her eyes went to that petite butt, pointed up at her as though begging for her to spank it. She was truly tempted, the taller woman considering the pros and cons of making that round peach jiggle, though she soon thought better of it. They had fucked, yes, but it wasn’t as though they knew each other well enough for that at the moment. For all she knew, the fae would take it as an assault upon her person and zap her in retribution.

Soon that window passed though, that ass now hidden within the steamy water. Shame.

She considered the invitation. After all, it wasn’t as though the Faye would actually say that she wanted Vivian to join her, though she inferred it from the fact that it was brought up at all. If Aelsbeth had wanted to be alone, she would have found a way to shoo Vivian into the other room, possibly by saying something like, ‘you have plans to make, do you not?’. No doubt she would have lifted her nose arrogantly while she did so.

To test the water, she leaned over and dipped her hand in, frowning for a moment before retrieving them and flicking them to get the water off. That was some hot water, too hot for her own skin to stand more than a few seconds in. No doubt she would soon be a boiled lobster if she climbed into that bubbling pot. How the fae withstood it without so much as a tiny indication of pain made her wonder whether she was immune to burning or something. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t safe for her, so she would have to decline.

Straightening up, she shrugged, “I would, but unfortunately I think I would be burned alive in there.”

With that, she walked away for a moment, but soon returned with her phone in her hand and a bowl of organic vanilla bean ice cream. She sat on the lip of the tub, her back leaning against the wall as she lounged. The bowl was set on a small tray-table that was typically used for holding food, wine, or personal items when she would bathe. Now that she was settled, she took a spoonful of ice cream and started scrolling through her phone, pursuing flights they might end up taking to Europe.

“Do you know what country in Europe we need to go to?” she asked, not looking up from her screen.

 

[wanna_be]

The fae cocks her head in curiousity. The water is hot for her, certainly, but certainly comfortable. Perhaps humans have a lower tolerance for heat then? This is something she has not known previously. Or perhaps it is just the confidence that comes with her magical longevity.


Aelsbeth is moderately disappointed by the fact that Vivian isn’t going to join her in the tub, though she gives no hint of that on her face. Perhaps it is for the best. Their tryst had been particularly enjoyable, but she should remember her place, Aelsbeth is a Fae, and a royal one at that, while Vivian is naught but a mortal. Even a royal mortal would have been beneath her.


She closes her eyes as Vivian walks away, making a point of the fact that she does not need her constant presence at all times. She is no juvenile that needs the supervision of an adult, which is an odd thought, considering that Aelsbeth is several centuries older than Vivian.


The Fae age at a far slower rate than humans, showing merely days where they might display the passage of years. A Fae youth is not even considered mature until nearly their hundreds, while Aelsbeth is still thought of as a young adult, albeit a particularly precocious one.


The presence of a new scent makes her open her eyes. There is a chill to it, much like the iced desserts of her father’s kitchens. It smells good, far better than anything she has eaten thus far, including the jam that she had eaten by the spoonful. This smells better than that however, with far less of the usual taint of chemicals she has come to expect from human food.


Watching intensely, she see’s a spoonful of the white substance being lifted to her host’s mouth. Even from it’s appearance it looks similar to some of the dessert’s she has experienced at home. Ice cream? She knew humans could make it, but normally it had been tainted by chemicals. This smelled far more pure, albeit with a tinge of metal.


It takes her a moment to realise she was being spoken to, and still steaming pleasantly in the tub she takes a moment to consider her response.


”You call it… France I think. Last I visited the circle was known as… Carnac.”


Idly Aelsbeth traces her fingers along the side of the porcelain tub, finding the button that she had been warned against there. For a moment her fingers circle the small brass button with curiousity. Then she gives in to her impulse and pushes it.


Aelsbeth had hardly expected what came next. Jets suddenly surged from the openings placed at all angles. This wouldn’t have been such an issue had not one been placed at just the right position to hit her between her legs. Having already climaxed several times, she is more than sensitive and can’t hold back the cry of surprise and pleasure at the sudden surge of sensation. The rushing water over the rest of her body only enhances the sensation and she scrabbles at the sides of the tub as though trying to escape.

 

[Poprockz]

“France… Carnac… Got it.” Vivian went to her mobile browser and switched into incognito mode. She already had a VPN protector that helped obscure her activity, but one could never be too careful. Who knew if some of the fae could hack technology or had an affinity for it? At the very least they knew who Aelsbeth was with, and therefore whose information they needed to breach. Though it was doubtful the otherworldly beings had a grasp on phones or the internet, the word “Carnac” could tip them off if Vivian’s assumptions were wrong.

Her eyes scanned the map and she enlarged it, getting an idea for exactly where it was. According to the map it rested in the northeast of France, so they would probably have to fly into the Nantes airport and go from there. Alright… now she just had to book their tickets. Have had sent her the written info for the fae’s passport, so she just had to enter it in on the website.

Vivian was just about to look into pricing on first-class tickets when she saw that hand drifting closer and closer to the button. She said nothing, merely waiting for what was about to happen. When it did, to say she was amused was an understatement. It was very funny to see the fae cry out and squirm as though she was being groped and rubbed by the bubbles themselves, not to mention quite erotic. The nozzles were adjustable of course, but Vivian liked to spend a relaxing time in the tub on occasion, letting the water work her up into a watery climax.

No move to help was made, Vivian continuing to perch and grin smugly as the fae scrabbled. Though she did chuckle and point her spoon at Aelsbeth. “What’s the matter? Don’t like the bubbles? Or do you like them too much?”

 

[wanna_be]

”You didn’t… say… anything about it doing this.” Aelsbeth speaks through gritted teeth. Her scrabbling and squirming has done nothing to provide her relief from the relentless pressure of the jets. She shifts a little too much and can’t help but gasp as she inadvertently directs the jet of bubbles directly between her legs. her jaw tensed up and she finds herself cursing once more in the old tongue. Humanity might not have magic, but clearly they have found ways to approximate it.


She had nearly climaxed from the strange sensation of the bubbles, and even now she can feel the ebbs and flows of pleasure as the rushing water flows over her sensitive areas. Even standing under a waterfall can’t provide quite the same onslaught of sensations that this strange bathtub does.


The fae reaches up and snatches the taunting spoon from Vivian’s grip, sticking out her tongue petulantly before dropping the spoon onto it and taking it into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise at how fresh the food tastes. There is still something of humanities fondness for chemicals and toxins within it, likely undetectable to the duller senses of mortals, yet the substance is undeniably delicious. It momentarily distracts her from the otherwise overwhelming sensations of the tub’s jets.


A jet brushes across her nipples, snapping her mind and senses back into the tub. Perhaps if she wasn’t still recovering from the sex earlier it would not have mattered, but the continued stimulation was pushing that pleasant afterglow into a burning sensation now. She tried to turn the jets off, but after scrabbling about so much she had lost the button.


It was no good, and the flames grew, the heat spreading through her as she flushed in the heat of the bath. She groaned, the spoon acting as a makeshift gag and muffling her voice. It really wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.

 

[Poprockz]

A nonchalant shrug was given in response to Aelsbeth’s accusatory remark, “you didn’t ask, and I definitely warned you about it.” An innocent tone was used, though she hardly thought the fae would ever think her as such. Probably wise.

She wasn’t the least bit upset when the spoon was snatched away from her and shoved in the fae’s mouth, as she didn’t really mind sharing. It looked like she really liked it, and Vivian thought to herself that she truly had a sweet tooth. First the jam, then honey, agave syrup, and now ice cream. It wasn’t abnormal to like sweet things, but it seemed odd that these were the majority of what the fae ate.

In any case, she was soon distracted from that line of thought. It was quite sexy how she mewled and squirmed in there, obviously enjoying the currents even though she seemed to be trying to resist in her own way. The spoon in particular was unexpectedly making Vivian’s body warm up a bit herself. The way it jutted out from between her lips, pressing against her tongue on the inside no doubt, it was hot. She could almost imagine the fae with a cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping as it muffled her sounds of pleasure, all the while her nethers being at the mercy of the jets. It made her want to touch herself, or at least touch her muse in the tub.

She bit her lip, reaching down to the water to test its heat. Surely it had cooled if only a little? Thankfully she was right; though it was too hot for her entire body, her arm would be fine within those bubbly depths.

Setting the bowl down, she scooted further toward the middle on the lid and leaned over a bit, her hand disappearing between those slender legs. Her hand would immediately be noticed upon her inner thigh, using it to guide herself to that sunken treasure nearby. Unlike the jets of hot water, her hand was icy cold from holding the bowl of ice cream. It contrasted with the heat as her chilly fingers dragged up her pussy lips and up to her clit, though they didn’t stay there.

Without delay, two of her fingers slipped between her folds and slid right inside her, aided by the fae’s lusty fluids. No doubt the fae would feel the chill intermingled with some hot water coming around them to enter her. At the same time, her thumb caressed her clit, wintery circles being made upon it, all the while watching the fae’s face. Her fingers were quick, slipping in and out while rubbing, Aelsbeth’s climax obviously close as far as Vivian could tell.

 

[wanna_be]

It takes a moment for Aelsbeth to realise what is going on as icy fingers touch her inner thigh. She jumps in shock at the sudden presence of cold against her hot and sensitive skin, her eyes opening to see Vivian’s arm disappearing into the water. Clearly her fingers had picked up the cold from the strange icy dessert she was eating.


The contrast of hot and cold sent lightning bolts from her pussy all the way up her torso, and she jerked. She couldn’t help but shiver with the cold touch and delicious pleasure and pain it brought her. Aelsbeth had never been one to think that she might enjoy such strange and contrasting sensations. Yet here she was squirming with a human’s fingers inside of her.


Her long fingers wrapped over the edge of the bath, and she needed it, the tub was so full that had she not supported herself she might well have slipped beneath the surface of the hot water as Vivian’s fingers slipped inside of her.


”Don’t…”


Her protests were cut off by her own moans as she squirmed on the end of Vivian’s fingers. The heat of the bath and her own flesh fought with the penetrating ice that was radiating from the mortal’s fingers. Surprisingly for Aelsbeth, that was pushing her closer and closer to the precipice.


It was as Vivian’s fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot inside of her that she felt herself being pushed over. Aelsbeth stiffened, pressing her thighs together and trapping Vivian’s hand between them. ”Don’t stop… don’t stop… oh gods… ahn Aengus…”


Once more she had slipped into the old tongue, her senses and brain overwhelmed by the orgasm that had driven her over the edge. She collapsed, almost exhausted as pleasure flared out of her system. She felt sore and spent, unsure if she’d even be able to stand.

 

[Poprockz]

The squeeze of those thighs didn’t stop Vivian’s fingers from moving, her long fingers milking that orgasm for every drop until the fae looked completely spent. She had to say she liked it when the woman begged, though she doubted that they would agree on the definition of the word. Though she was naughty, Aelsbeth was certainly fun to play with, especially when Vivian got to see the myriad of expressions the woman would go through as she descended into bliss.

When she was released, Vivian withdrew her hand from the water and smoothly sucked her fingers clean. They mostly tasted of water, but there was a hint of the fae’s juices intermingling with it. With that, she reached over that seemingly spent body and pushed the button, ending the barrage of jets that had not stopped their onslaught. Now the fae could truly rest, the waters calm and gentle now.

“Who is Aengus by the way? An old lover of yours?” Vivian scooted back and extended her hand, indicating that she expected for her spoon to be returned to her.

 

[wanna_be]

Aelsbeth is unaccountably grateful when Vivian turns off the strange bubbles that had filled the bathtub and reduced her to a mewling puddle. She isn't sure if she could have endured much longer of their persistent pressure against her sensitive skin after several climaxes. After all, she had basically been putty in the human's hands as a result of the treatment of her strangely advanced bath.

That is enough to convince Aelsbeth that it was time to leave the still steaming water. She searches beneath the waters of the bath to find the spoon that had dropped from her mouth at her climax. Perhaps she should have invoked Cliodhna's name, seeing as she had almost dropped a gift into the water for her. Eventually her searching fingers find the small metal object, and she lifts it out of the water to place it in Vivian's outstretched hand.

The fae is surprised at Vivian's question, and that surprise keeps her in the bath for a moment longer. "Ah... Uh..." She feels inexplicably embarrassed at having to explain her curse to this mortal, normally it would not bother her in the slightest, yet it seems to now. Perhaps it is simply that most of her past lovers have spoken the old tongue same as she. She ignored the traitorous voice that suggested it could possibly be anything else.

"Aengus is one of our gods. Once he was one of yours too, but your kind lost faith in the land and the earth."

 

[Poprockz]

The accepted implement was returned to the bowl, Vivian not being one who shied away from using a spoon just because it had been in some bath water. Another scoop of ice cream was deposited into her mouth as she listened, letting the white cream melt in her mouth before swallowing it down. A half-smile tugged at her lips upon hearing what exactly had been so desperately intoned not moments before.

“Ah, that makes sense. We humans have simplified it to just, ‘oh god’, but I kind of like the way your god has a name. Makes it more personal I think.” Vivian figured that the jets had cooled off the bath enough for it to be safe enough for her to enter, and enter she did. The tall woman stood and lifted her leg over the lip of the tub, letting her foot find purchase before she followed it in. The bath was large enough for them to snugly sit side by side, so she cozied up to her and wiggled into the space to the fae’s left. The bowl of ice cream was still cradled in her arm.

Once settled, she scooped up a spoonful of the creamy dessert and held it out for Aelsbeth to take if she desired, the offering hovering in the air between them.

“I’m going to book our flight to France tonight, and hopefully we’ll be able to leave in two days if everything works out. Have you ever been on a plane?” It was doubtful, but she thought she would ask.

 

[wanna_be]

Vivian joining her is a surprise after she initially refused to. The water however has cooled a great deal, though that cooling is alleviated somewhat by the human snuggling her warm body next to the fae’s in the bathtub. Unconsciously Aelsbeth let her exhausted head drop onto the larger woman’s shoulder.


That only lasted for a moment, she perks up, scolding herself internally for such a weak gesture. It is the scent of the ice cream that opens her half-lidded eyes wide. She takes the spoon, lifting the cold metal to her lips before tasting the delicious nectar that this woman had somehow been concealing from her.


She closes her eyes as the almost delectable substance touches her lips. Food of the fae it might not be, but it is as close as she had ever come to such in the human realm. Right now she was dreaming of fae food, this would have to satisfy her.


While Aelsbeth is sucking on the last of the flavour on the spoon, Vivian speaks again. ”A plane?”


There is a certain puzzlement in Aelsbeth’s voice. ”You mean an aeroplane?” The last time Aelsbeth had visited the mortal realm that had been the common terminology for the strange metal birds that flew through the sky. The last time she had visited they had not been using the strange slabs of glass that now seemed so magical and so ubiquitous.


”I’ve never flown with a mortal before.”