Little One 2

Hey, so I've been incredibly sick for the past six months and am glad to be back and writing!


A rattle of knocks came from the door and the noise turned Kateri from the far window. Not wanting to seem impatient, she casually sauntered over to the door and flicked the lock open. A few paces separated her from the door and the small figure it admitted before said figure had a chance to glimpse Kateri.

Kaia was in the same red dress, but her worrying hands had crumpled it here and there. Kateri, naturally, didn’t notice; yet Kaia’s hands found a new nervous habit in straightening them out again. Twitching, itching fingers danced across the gown as Kaia stood framed in the doorway by the soft candle light that pierced into the darkened room.

Beforehand, Kateri had snuffed out several candles, leaving the room in soft twilight. The sun had long ago set, and the moon had yet to rise. Kateri resided inside the tranquil chamber while Kaia fidgeted on the edge between it and the flickering light of the hall.

Cross over, the darkness called to Kaia, and there is no going back. In any other moment, with any other person but her beloved, hated Empress, Kaia would not have hesitated and flung herself in the arms of her lover in the romantically lit room.

A hand, pale and ghostly, rose and beckoned her further in. The knot that had formed in Kaia’s stomach tightened and twisted sharply; when it settled it reminded her of a different ache she had felt these past few weeks in a lower area. Smoothing her clothes one final time, Kaia locked eyes with the woman who had tormented her for long enough.

Kateri waited like a water-smoothed stone, ever patient despite the turbulent currents around it. When Kaia reached out and those frantic fingers fell still within hers, Kateri knew she had her. The slight grip she had on those fingers was still enough to allow her to bring that dainty little hand to her lips and kiss it. Kateri had remained immobile during this, and Kaia had to either strain her arm to reach or come closer. Fearing looking like an unwilling fool in front of her Empress, Kaia stepped even father into the darkness. She was becoming aware of its symbolic existence.

Kateri tugged her forward more. Knees disobedient, Kaia stumbled on the hem of her gown. She was instantly grateful when Kateri caught her and saved her from plummeting face first onto the soft carpeted floor, yet the indignity of having to be saved fanned the growing flame of a blush in her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she whispered, not fully trusting her voice to conceal her embarrassment. Her mistress gave no vocal response, but pulled Kaia up to her feet.

Kateri still grasped at the warm body in her arms; now that it was within reach, she was loathe to release it again and plunge herself back into the cold night without the comfort of another being beside her. So with firm motions and sure intentions, she raised up the girl further until she could press her lips against the soft, pouting mouth of Kaia.

At first Kaia was unsure of how to respond; she had not expected such sudden contact, but the moment those taunting lips that had so often danced across the back of her hand claimed her own trembling pair, all thought ceased within her mind, all confusion was wiped away, all reluctance shoved out of the way.

Those lips were warm and plying and before she could acknowledge their control over her Kaia felt her lips part to grant entrance to the slick muscle of Kateri’s tongue. Kaia let the Empress explore her mouth, waiting insecurely until she could ape Kateri’s movements and respond to the invasion of her mouth. Her first trials were clumsy, Kateri noticed, when her little slave began to try to copy her. But it was endearing all the same.

Air became a pressing issue shortly after, and it was Kateri who reluctantly pulled away so both could recover her breath. Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Kateri had held Kaia this whole time, and now she released her hold to tug away the restricting clothes that hid Kaia from her eyes.
A gasp from the girl stopped her progress. Kaia’s hands wrapped around Kateri’s and halted her progress.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, no, nothing.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.”

In the reigning silence, Kateri reached for the closure that held the top of Kaia’s dress closed. Caution tempered her motions now, the urgency broken by their spoken words. Another hitched breath made her stop again, and she almost swore.

“Are you sure you are willing to be here now, love?”

“I am. I just…”

Kateri hooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face up until Kaia had to meet her mistress’ eyes.

“I’ve never really been naked in front of anyone before, and I haven’t… done anything before… so...” a blush finished her statement.

“Pet, there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

A thought occurred; with regret Kateri stepped away from that comforting warmth and with confident hands removed her own over dress and began unlacing the laces of her corset. As expected, Kaia’s face turned to an interesting shade of reddish purple, but her eyes never left the sight of her stripping mistress. When Kateri pulled the corset away from her body she tried again to approach Kaia. Tentative fingers brushed the front of the ruddy red dress Kaia wore. This time she did not shake as Kateri unfastened her dress and let it drop to the floor. Now Kaia stood in her camisole and underskirt while Kateri wore only the mass of crinolines that had been hiding beneath her dress.

Kateri guided Kaia’s hands to her waist and with encouraging eyes waited for the slave to remove her last article of clothing.

It was like diving into a winter-cold lake. Once the initial shock of the both of them being naked together swept through Kaia’s mind, it didn’t matter as much. But she couldn’t help but stare at the revealed body before her. Kateri’s breasts were larger, firmer, her legs and arms long and slender. Kaia marveled at watching another naked body move; Kateri had turned and was leading the way to the bed.

She followed, a lump had formed in her throat and she felt like she couldn’t draw enough air to breathe. But she finally reached the edge of the bed and clambered onto the expanse of fabric.

What followed was a rush of hands bearing her down to the soft covers, a warm mouth trailing along her flesh, prying fingers and eyes drinking in every ounce of her. As Kateri worked her way down Kaia’s body, the younger woman felt a strange heat form between her legs.

Fingers slid deep into her core, aided by the slick warmth that had built there. There was no more preamble; Kateri’s mouth claimed her slave’s sex while her fingers drove relentlessly in and out.

In the midst of it all, Kateri glimpsed the twisting form of her newest triumph as she writhed and wriggled on the bed. It had been a surprise attack, no chance for Kaia to hesitate or back down. No, Kateri wasn’t willing to risk it. When Kaia came, moments later, Kateri knew she had won.

She favored Kaia with a long, slow kiss, exactly the opposite of their previous lovemaking. Kaia tasted her juices on her mistress’ tongue and found the whole thing- taste, texture, heat – to be intoxicating. The high wore down, the pleasure faded, and Kaia could physically feel the tug of sleep at her eyes. She had never felt so tired in her life.

Kateri though, took a moment to consider her newest pet. She was glowing against the dark sheets, perfect in every way. It was true, what they said. Candles burn brightest in the dark.


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