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Enchantress

The Mask Comes Off
Part I - "Hiding In Plain Sight"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: June 5, 2015

“...Iluvia? What brings you here, today? I was under the impression that you sought a new Telling.” The Fae nodded briefly, looking deep into her fellow’s black and yellow eyes. The House of Ballads was just as beautiful as she remembered. Although it felt like only yesterday that she saw it last, the last few mortal years had seen some dramatic changes within the tales, thanks entirely to the dreaded Maid of Windemere. As a result of that Unseelie Fae’s rather sudden, unprecedented ambition, the Court of Enchantments had very nearly been slaughtered. As it was, the once-great King Wencen had fallen from grace; where once he had the Telling of a bold, courageous champion, he had been reduced to a sham, a coward, merely one step above a pretender.

At the very least, his mortal champion, the legendary Siege Breaker of the Crystal War, had kept the throne of the House free from the Maid’s grasp. In completing Wencen’s tale by saving the House from the Maid, the Siege Breaker had become the new ruler of the House, with Queen Belmaid faithfully leading at their side in spite of her initial misgivings. What this spelled for the House of Ballads, how this had altered the Cycle, it was still too soon to understand. Unlike the Fae, mortals were never reborn, they weren’t bound to the endless Cycle as Fae were - how, then, would the future play out, once the Siege Breaker had inevitably passed on? Beyond that, even the future of the Summer Court, itself, was uncertain. Ever since Gadflow had warped the Winter Court with his Tuatha Deohn, the magic of Fae had steadily been fading away from the world.

It was a bleak prospect, but it now seemed plausible that the House of Ballads might disappear along with it’s new ruler. That was neither here nor there, however. As unsettling a thought as that was, what Iluvia had heard from Leah was a more immediate issue. Confidently, yet politely, she said “I must speak with Hallam the White, Galin. I bear news from an Almain, a young woman. I very much consider it of note, and I’m sure it’d interest him.” Even under the dim starlight, Iluvia could see the Squire raise an eyebrow. She realized that her request could’ve been seen as impudent, but she was confident that, once Galin heard what she had to say, he’d be understanding.

The Fae, speaking in the same rich accent as her’s, his voice possessing the same reverberation unique to their kind, commented “That’s quite a request, Iluvia. As I’m sure you remember, the Storyteller is the busiest of us all. He can’t make the time to see every single individual who wishes to gain an audience. In fact, he isn’t even in the House, at this moment. However, if your message is of particular importance...I can see to raising it to his attention.” Iluvia nodded gratefully. “Earlier this night, I met an Almain in Gorhart. She was seeking me out, specifically, because she had questions about Fae creatures. In particular, she was curious about Crudok...The memories she passed on, then, were...Confusing. I don’t think her dishonest, but I’ve never heard of the sort of thing she recounted.”

“Yes?” Galin asked, his narrow, gaunt face practically skeletal under the dim glow. He was clearly interested, but patient enough to let her tell the tale at her own pace. Iluvia briefly looked past him in recollection, admiring the House of Ballads, just across the green cobbled bridge. With it’s high domes and grand, vine-like spires, all sheltered beneath a massive veil of roots, it was and always had been a fitting embodiment of Summer. “She told me that, as a child, she survived a Crudok attack. That may be innocuous in and of itself, but she also mentioned that the Crudok spoke to her, and in the Almain tongue, on top of that. According to her, the Crudok told her that it’d track her down, again, at a later date...And that the glow of the creature’s eyes was purple, rather than yellow.”

Galin’s brow briefly furrowed in curiosity. Iluvia, looking back into his eyes, added “I asked her if she was sure, if she was certain that she wasn’t misremembering the event. She seemed quite positive. I’m not sure what to make of her tale. I’ve never heard of any kind of subspecies of Crudok whose essence emitted a purple light.” “Because there aren’t, as far as I know. There is only the one variant of Crudok, to the best of my knowledge...If true, this is quite peculiar. The magic of the world has been in flux for some time, now...But, it is not my place to speculate on the hows or whys.” Galin gave a nod and, his tone becoming more resolute, stated “Very well. I’ll pass this information on to the Chancellor, next I see him. He may be able to point out the cause of this altered Crudok.”

Iluvia nodded and turned to leave, but before she could go, Galin stopped her with one final question. “Iluvia, one more moment...This Almain girl you spoke with, what was her name? Do you know where she could be found, if Hallam wished to speak with her?” Iluvia turned back towards him, then shook her head lightly. “She never told me her name, and she didn’t seem to be a native of Gorhart...When we spoke, she told me that she’d only be in the village for another hour before leaving. Wherever she was bound for, she’s long after her target, by now.” Galin pursed his lips, for a moment. “...Very well. Hallam shall handle the matter however he deems appropriate. Thank you for passing on the news, Iluvia.” The Fae gave a nod, then put her back to the House of Ballads, setting off once more for Gorhart...

Once Leah had stepped up into the carriage, she was left awestruck. The interior of the carriage was so exquisite, so luxurious, that she couldn’t help but feel as if she were tainting it simply by standing in the doorway. Her, with her dirtied dress and wind-tangled hair, must’ve been sullying it with the mere act of gazing upon it. Like the exterior, the interior of the carriage was almost entirely ivory in colour. On either side of the carriage, the typical benches were each an oversized throne, the wide, plush couches covered over with a thick layer of snowy cashmere. All around the perimeter of the ceiling, rows of brilliant sapphires were studded into the metal, the gems running into the center from each corner.

Between the four diagonal stripes, dozens more smaller sapphires had been studded, sweeping around the ceiling in dual swirls and snowflake patterns. Between the two couches, a rectangular footrest rose up out of the floor, covered over in the same white carpeting that decorated the floor. Leah almost didn’t notice, but as it turned out, the footrest must’ve had a few little cubbyholes inside it. Judging by the tiny knobs sticking out through the fluffy covering., there were two on either side, and if Leah had to throw up a prayer, they’d turn out filled with bottles of water...Or maybe some preserved fruit. A nice, sweet snack, right about now, could’ve had her feeling five times better.

The carriage gave the mildest lurch as the driver spurred the horses on once more, starting them off with a brisk trot to avoid jolting the passengers too hard. Leah turned her eyes to Farrah just as the Ljosalfar eased herself down on to the couch towards her left, striking an almost courtly pose. Although she was leaning back into the couch, she did so lightly, still sitting comfortably upright. She sat with her legs sealed together, her hands folded over one another in her lap, and a contented smile on her face. Her head turned towards Leah at a slight angle, her eyes half-closed, her lips barely moved as she murmured out “Please, do take a seat...You must be exhausted from your trip. It isn’t my place to ask, but...If you’ll forgive my curiosity, have you been walking since Gorhart village?”

Leah gave a little nod, but made no movements towards the second couch. Still holding her now-drained sack of supplies over her groin, she mumbled out “Y-Yes...The merchant caravan I was supposed to ride back home left me behind. I paid for a return trip, and I’m positive that I wasn’t late for their departure...Well...On second thought, I guess I might’ve lost track of time, I was...Pretty distracted, in Gorhart...” Leah briefly averted her eyes as she finished her sentence, her cheeks going a little flush with colour. To think, she might’ve missed her trip home because she had been too busy spit-polishing a stranger’s knob. If she had delayed Annabelle’s recovery with something so base, even by accident, then...

Farrah turned her head towards Leah a little more, holding her head up straight in the process. Seeing that guilty look growing on Leah’s face had her smile wilting. As reassuringly as she could, she cooed “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, Leah...These things happen. Those merchants may have never intended to give you a return trip...” Leah perked up with surprise, lightly raising her eyebrows. Looking at Farrah with wide eyes, Leah mumbled out “You mean, you think they just ran off with my payment?...Why would they do that? No, I’m sure I must’ve just...” Leah’s naivety made Farrah’s smile grew, again. It had been quite a long while since she had met anyone so innocent, so uninitiated in the ways of the world. Such a thing was precious, as short-lived as it tended to be.

The stream of lying bureaucrats and self-entitled emissaries she dealt with on a monthly, if not weekly, basis had failed to harden her heart, but sometimes, she needed to act in kind for a meeting to have any sort of productivity. To find such a cute young Almain, still impressionable and viewing life with an open heart, nearly seemed like a blessing. Subtly changing the subject, Farrah slowly tilted her head to the side, gesturing towards the couch opposite her. “It’s alright, these things happen...Come, take a seat. I insist, you look exhausted.” Leah’s eyes briefly dipped downwards, in shame. Swallowing some excess saliva, she barely shook her head. “...I shouldn’t. I’m filthy...I don’t want to get any more dirt in your carpet than I already have. And, my dress...”

Farrah slowly leaned over, looking down at Leah’s feet. Leah couldn’t help but let her eyes wander, finding herself looking up and down the neckline of Farrah’s dress. The way those massive mammaries shifted under the thin veil of the fabric, helplessly pressing together between her arms, had Leah nibbling on her lips. On top of that, Farrah’s shift in position had the splits running up the sides of the dress easing open, exposing a fair bit of thick, juicy thigh, complete with succulent hills and valleys formed from the snug fit of her white fishnets.

All Leah wanted to do, right then, was pull her dress up, push Farrah’s legs to her ears, and rut her silly until she had drained every single last sticky drop from her heavy, tingling undercarriage. As Farrah sat back up, she quite easily noticed where Leah’s eyes had been lingering, and the corners of her mouth slowly eased wider, in response. With a merry chortle, Farrah commented “Of course, silly me. Let me take care of that, for you.” Leah gave Farrah a slightly confused look. Farrah smiled and sat up a bit more, then leaned over as best she could without making her bust uncomfortable, pressed like it was between her chest and thighs.

Of course, seeing those mouth-watering, no doubt heavy globes pressing against anything almost had Leah whimpering. She could just imagine what it’d be like: sitting behind Farrah, feeling the beautiful Alfar recline against her, her hands covering as much blue flesh as possible, gently massaging and playing with those smothering dress-stretchers...The longer this kind of thing kept up, the harder it’d be for Leah to keep her secret. The lusty trap couldn’t even collect herself enough to watch what Farrah was doing, her eyes instead remaining fixated on Farrah’s monumental blessings, shifting and jiggling inside her dress and against her lap as her arms moved.

Farrah had a feeling Leah was letting her eyes wander, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. If anything, it simply made her smile grow brighter. Opening one of the cubbyholes on her side of the footrest, she reached in and withdrew a small silver bowl, a white, circular sponge already sitting inside. In the other hand, she brought out a slender glass beaker, stopped up with a matching glass cap. Leah finally tore her eyes away from Farrah’s back-breaking bust, watching her set the bowl and beaker on top of the footrest. “What’s that?” Leah couldn’t help but ask, watching Farrah ease off the cap of the bottle.

Farrah looked over at her as she brought the beaker close under her nose, drawing in a silent breath to savour the scent of the pale blue fluid within, simultaneously plucking the sponge from the bowl with two long, carefully manicured fingernails. “It’s glacial waters and scented oils...It’s useful for anything you’d enjoy a pleasant scent to accompany, such as massages...But, today, I thought it’d make a good wash. You’re my guest, after all, and this might help make you more comfortable...” Leah’s smile slowly wilted with confusion. It took her a few moments to understand what Farrah was getting at, quietly watching her pour some of the scented oil into her bowl, preparing a small puddle before capping the beaker.

When it clicked with Leah what Farrah intended to do, she couldn’t help but shake her head. Farrah, however, was already easing out of her seat, a warm, contented smile on her face as she dropped her sponge into the bowl. Easing herself down to her knees in front of the other woman, she set down the prepared footbath by her side, then reached out with a hand. As she gently circled Leah’s right ankle with her fingers, Leah’s face was going red, again, with embarrassment. “No, n-no, Farrah, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but...I mean...I just don’t...” Farrah looked upwards, her eyes briefly lingering on Leah’s supply pack before finishing the ascent to the trap’s eyes.

Her sweet smile briefly grew into a friendly grin as she softly said “It’s quite all right, trust me...Whatever I can do to make you comfortable, it’s my responsibility to do so. It’s not a matter of pride, it’s a matter of hospitality...It’s never been said that the Beaumont family are poor hosts, and I don’t intend to be the one who changes that. Besides, there can be pride in showing another that you can provide comfort.” Looking back down to Leah’s dainty feet, Farrah reached into the silver bowl, raised up her sponge, and gave it a gentle squeeze. The simple act of wringing out the excess oil unleashed a cool burst of scent, letting a delightfully balmy cloud flutter up around the two of them.

Leah couldn’t help but look off into the distance for a few moments, closing her eyes as she savoured the scent. It was so foreign, nothing like any of the earthy scents from the farm, yet so crisp, so intense. She had never seen a beach, before, in her entire life, and yet the perfume of the oil made her visualize what little description she had picked up, over her life: an endless bank of white, ashy sand, with a crystal clear, bright blue wave slowly rolling up the incline, washing over discarded seashells and pebbles embedded into the sand. That picture, this scent, they just seemed to bind together, in her imagination. Farrah looked up to Leah’s face, gently stroking her fingers around Leah’s right ankle all the while. She didn’t even have to take Leah’s sandals off, the trap simply slid them off herself, lost in a trance.

Eyes half-closed, she gave a playful smile as she finally finished her thought. “...Besides, this trip could easily last over an hour. After already being on your feet for so long, unnecessarily enduring another hour would be a disservice to your own health...” Leah looked down, watching Farrah’s eyes drop to the trap’s supply pack. Lightly arching her eyebrows, she gently tilted her head to the side and looked back up to Leah’s cute face, framed with her messy red locks. Just a little knowingly, she murmured “I’m going to need you to raise your foot, Leah...You might want to hold on to the door for balance. You can put your pack down, it won’t wander off, anywhere...” Leah tried not to blush at the request.

If she put her pack down, her tent would be pointing directly into Farrah’s face. Leah stammered for a moment, yet the pack didn’t budge. Farrah held her head up straight once again, then tilted back to let Leah see her face. Setting the sponge back down in the bowl, Farrah grinned with a hint of amusement. Letting go of Leah’s ankle, Farrah reached up to her face, briefly playing with her own bangs and ensuring they were swept off to the side. “My child, it’s quite alright! Your sister’s medicine is in there, yes?...I assure you, nothing will happen to it...And, if something should happen, I’ll personally see to it that a replacement is in your hands before the sun rises. I don’t expect you to have the balance of a tightrope walker, we’re sure to hit some rough roads, soon...” Leah’s face sizzled to a strawberry red at Farrah’s urging.

After a moment of silence, Farrah slowly started to raise her eyebrows. Her free hand, a little damp with oil from the sponge, slowly crept up Leah’s body. Coming down to rest on Leah’s folded hands, clutched suspiciously close to her groin, Farrah gently turned her head to the side, giving Leah a bit of a cockeyed look. In a soft voice, barely above a whisper, Farrah breathed out “...I think I see what the dilemma is...The young lady, perhaps, has something to be embarrassed by?...” Leah’s visibly throat tensed as she gave a nervous gulp. She admitted her shame with a light nod. For a moment, the Ljosalfar’s smile spread from ear to ear, but she was quick to contain herself.

She brought her other hand to Leah’s left hip, reassuringly rubbing her thumb across the back of Leah’s shielding hands at the same time. There was another moment of silence before, in a whisper, Farrah murmured out “Well...We’re alone, my sweet. Worry not, nobody else will see, and I won’t tell a soul...It’s quite natural, I don’t mind.” Leah gave the mildest squeak in protest, her eyes screwing shut in embarrassment. Farrah eased her fingers under Leah’s, slowly loosening her hold on her supply pack. Her other hand took a hold of some of the pack’s material, ready to place it off to the side once Leah had let go. Her smouldering bedroom eyes dropping to Leah’s hands, Farrah confided “Truth be told, it flatters me that I have that effect on you...I lo...”

Farrah trailed off as Leah allowed her meek defence to be overcome. Letting go of her pack, she slowly shifted her hands to the sides, finally exposing the front of her dress. When Farrah’s eyes absorbed the rather pointed bulge pushing out from Leah’s front, they widened. As if it weren’t bad enough that Leah’s raging hard-on was creating a rather visible cone under the dress’ tight fit, there was an even more visible dark spot over the very tip of the cone, about the size of a gold coin. A dribble of white had seeped through the dress’ material, further staining the dark spot with a sordid mark of Leah’s overwhelming need. Farrah couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds, rather openly appraising Leah’s bulge. Her smile didn’t even flicker.

After that moment of admiration, however, Farrah looked down to Leah’s feet, the smile on her face relaxing. Carefully setting Leah’s pack down on the floor, she reached back into the bowl, plucked out her sponge, and cooed “Wonderful...Now, hold the door for support, my sweet...Do you mind terribly if I call you that, by the way?...” For a second or two, Leah was a little stunned that Farrah’s reaction was so muted. She wasn’t exactly sure how she had expected Farrah to react, but something more negative would’ve felt about right. Eventually, she blinked, realizing she had been asked a question. Reaching behind herself, she held on to a tiny pair of railings embedded into the wall on either side of the carriage doors, steadying herself before murmuring out “Um, n-no, I guess not...”

Farrah smiled more, once again circling Leah’s ankle with her soft, ring-adorned fingers. She gave Leah the gentlest of prompts to raise her foot and, in spite of her initial protests, Leah complied, raising her leg for Farrah to tend to. She looked down and watched as the Alfar touched the damp sponge to the sole of her foot, slowly rubbing the soft, squishy material against her skin. Of course, she couldn’t handle the sight of the unbelievably busty elf sitting on her knees for long before the tent in her dress was twitching and straining. If she dared to look down Farrah’s cleavage again, she might imagine herself ripping open her dress, kneeling down, and pushing her rod right into that plunging neckline. She shut her eyes tight. No! Bad Leah! Stop fantasizing!

The perfumed oil almost seemed to eat up the dirt on Leah’s feet, cleaning off patches with the mildest of pressure. Farrah was clearly taking her time, letting out a faint sigh through her nose as she went about her work. Leah swallowed some excess saliva, opened her eyes, and stared off into the distance. Her heart was racing, throbbing in her ears. This felt wrong, but the shivers running down her spine were making her toes curl. She was nothing more than a farm girl, and her feet were being happily cleaned by a duke’s daughter, by a beautiful Alfar, by a woman with a bust so massive that Leah could’ve used her breasts for pillows. How had this happened? What god had smiled on her?

Leah’s thoughts were derailed when Farrah offered up a coo, dipping the sponge into her bowl before slowly sweeping it around Leah’s heel. “It’s fortunate that you hid this from us before you came inside...If the others saw, I would’ve had to deny you passage, not because I would’ve taken offense, but for appearance’s sake...You know, you can talk to me, nothing you say will go beyond these four walls...What are you thinking about?...What put you in this state?” Leah’s lips lightly twisted, for a moment, before she nibbled on her bottom lip. Noticeable hesitation in her tone, she mumbled “Well...Um...Oh, jeez...” She let out a huff of a sigh to steady herself, her face going a fresh tinge of red. “I...I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but...Y-You’re one of the most...Beautiful women I’ve ever seen...Uh...”

Her voice went small and, in a sheepish mumble, Leah added a simple “...Sorry...” Farrah’s smile grew. She looked up at Leah’s face, for a moment, before looking back down at her foot. In a murmur, she said “I see...Mm, well, I’m flattered. It’s always nice to see that my body has an effect on people. Especially on you, not even an Alfar, and so young, too...” Farrah briefly grinned, while her cheeks noticeably darkened. Quite confidently, she added “Normally, I’d say that I’m terribly sorry, but that there would be nothing I could do for you...But, these aren’t ordinary circumstances, thank Lyria. As long as we’re somewhat quiet, then...” Farrah paused, looking up to give the trap a coy look. “...I can ease your burden. You are my guest, after all...It’s my responsibility.”

Leah swallowed some excess saliva, feeling Farrah wipe the sponge down the top of her foot, sweeping past her toes before going back up to her ankle for another lap down. “You don’t mean...?” Leah asked, disbelief turning her voice into a whimper. Farrah, smiling rather modestly, murmured out “Of course, as it’s also my responsibility for you soiling your dress, I’ll need to do the right thing and offer you a replacement...I sincerely hope you accept. And, of course, it’d be proper of me to offer you some refreshment...Sadly, all I have in the carriage is glacial brandy from my homeland.” Leah stumbled over her words, silently praying to Mitharu that the wet spot on her dress wasn’t growing bigger. Farrah wiped the sponge between Leah’s toes, gave it a dip in the bowl, and finally set Leah’s foot back down.

With a pleasant hum, she raised Leah’s other foot, and then she was back to bathing her guest. A couple minutes later, and that foot, too, was being set down. “...There. You’re perfectly presentable, my sweet...” Farrah commented, rising to her feet with her silver bowl in hand. In the process, her massive bosom brushed rather firmly against Leah’s tent, dislodging it from it’s position and pointing it straight up towards the trap’s tummy. Leah tried not to grunt, although the faintest grimace grew on her face, if only for a moment. Farrah knew she had bumped into something, but it took her a moment and a glance downwards to realize what she had hit. When she did, she couldn’t help but let out a chortle.

She set the bowl down on the footrest, quickly getting it out of the way. Then, reaching down, she took one of Leah’s hands in both of her own, gently patting the back Leah’s fingers. Looking deep into Leah’s eyes, the taller Ljosalfar crooned “Oh, dear me, I’m so terribly sorry. Whatever can I say, other than I hope that you’ll forgive me?” Leah looked off to the side, dropped her chin, and mumbled out “...S’okay, don’t worry about it...” Farrah beamed, in no small part to Leah’s bashfulness. Those shy to love were always the cutest. Of course, virgins were always the most tender of flowers, but they were so overwhelmingly difficult to find, especially these days...

If only she could find a virgin of her own...Just the thought had Farrah’s heart giving a thump. She distracted herself away from the fantasy by sitting back down in her couch, replacing the silver bowl and bottle of oil back inside their cubbyhole. Humming quietly to herself, she opened the second cubbyhole at her feet, then withdrew another thin bottle. The carriage gave a sudden jolt as it, presumably, ran over a narrow dip in the road, which nearly threw Leah off of her feet. As she regained her balance, Farrah looked at her and grinned. With a chuckle, she pointed at the couch opposite her, simply commenting “There’s another reason why you should relax. Please, I insist.” Leah found herself chuckling, offering up a sheepish “Ye...Yeah, I guess so...” before finally walking towards the second couch.

The oil on her feet, already drying, nonetheless made the carpeting of the carriage feel all the more exquisite on her skin. With an inaudible exhale, she eased herself down into the couch, still feeling somewhat out of place as she brushed her hands down her thighs. She looked up when she heard a clinking sound, noticing that Farrah had pulled out a short pair of glasses to match her bottle. When she got around to noticing the bottle, of course, Leah couldn’t help but stare in confusion. Not only was the liquid inside the narrow, spiral-patterned glass bottle coloured a bright, milky blue, but it was giving off a faint luminescence of it’s own, as if it were charged with magical energies.

Farrah took the bottle in hand, easing out the white cork stopping it up. Farrah didn’t even need to watch her hands as she poured, looking up at Leah as she flawlessly filled one of the two glasses to a third of it’s capacity. Warmly, she murmured out “Can I tempt you with a drink?...It’s chilled, and I assure you, it isn’t overly potent. Have you ever tried Ljosalfar brandy, before?” Leah blinked. Alcohol? She had never drank anything, before...But, this trip to and from Gorhart had been full of first times, if nothing else. Why not give it a shot? Giving a bit of a dopey nod, Leah squeaked out “Okay, I’ll give it a try. Erm, thank you. I’ve never had brandy, before...”

Farrah gave a content hum, shifting the bottle over to the second glass. Leah watched the blue glow grow inside the glass until Farrah tilted the bottle back upright, her eyes then following the Ljosalfar’s hands as she slipped the cork back into the bottle. Farrah set the bottle down, picked up the glasses, and held one out to Leah with a wide smile. Leah met Farrah’s eyes as she reached out, noticing the affectionate glow in the Alfar’s clear gaze. Out of surprise, Leah’s hand paused mid-reach, her eyelids fluttering as she quickly looked away. When she looked back a second later, her face went a little flush, a big smile of her own brightening her face.

She carefully took the glass from the other woman, their fingers brushing against each other in the process. A flutter cascaded down Leah’s spine, prompting her to sit up a little more straight. “Thank you...” She murmured, resisting the urge to clear her throat. Farrah gave a faint chortle and, before Leah had pulled her hand back, lightly clinked the bottom of her glass to the rim of Leah’s own. “Cheers,” she casually said. “Here’s to new friends, and fresh beginnings.” Leah upraised her glass for a moment, murmuring out “I can definitely drink to that...” as she eased it over to her chin.

Farrah took a small mouthful from her glass, let it sit for a moment, then swallowed it down. Leah couldn’t help but watch the other woman’s full, beautiful lips touch the rim of her glass, failing to leave even the tiniest smudge of lipstick as they parted. She averted her eyes a moment later, touching the rim of the glass to her lip. She had already made one stain in her dress, she didn’t need to make a second. She tipped her glass back, careful not to throw the entire drink against the back of her throat. As soon as that glowing liquid touched her tongue, Leah’s eyes screwed shut. Great Mitharu, this was mild?

To Leah, the Ljosalfar brandy tasted a bit like a cold mint tea, only so much more intense that it possessed an almost vapoury quality, blowing up the back of her nose and clearing her sinuses, preventing her from smelling anything but evergreen. She couldn’t help but grimace as she forced down the modest mouthful, turning her throat into a column of ice under the path of the brandy. Leah covered her mouth with her free hand, falling into a brief coughing fit. Farrah gave an open-mouth smile, showing off her pearly teeth. Leaning forward in her seat, she chortled out “Oh dear, I’m sorry, is it a bit too strong for you? Well, I’m sure we can stop and find a stream-”

“No, hrk, I’m fine! I’m okay!” Leah quietly exclaimed, holding up her hand. She opened her eyes wide, blinking rather intensely for a couple seconds to fight back the tears clouding her vision. She dropped her chin, frowned hard, and sucked in a deep breath through her nose. Farrah raised her eyebrows and slowly eased herself back into her couch, resigning herself to watching Leah struggle, clear sympathy in her eyes. Leah lightly clapped her hand to her chest, let out a heavy sigh through her mouth, and paused.

Her eyes crossed as they followed the plume of steam that had wafted from her mouth, blowing away from and up past her face. Farrah watched, too, her smile growing with amusement all the while. Before Leah could ask, Farrah answered: “That’s normal, with non-Ljosalfar. It’s harmless, and it’ll pass, eventually.” Leah couldn’t help but grin. With a breathless chuckle, she said “Gods, it’s so cold! You weren’t kidding when you called it glacial brandy!” Farrah tittered before taking another mouthful from her glass, nearly draining it in the process. Once she had swallowed, she arched an eyebrow and asked “Do you find it agreeable, at least?”

Leah brought her glass back to her chin, but hesitated from taking her planned sip. Giving a faint nod, her face open with honesty, she hastily said “Oh, yes, it’s very good, thank you again. I’m just not very used to brandy...But, it tastes nice...” Farrah’s smile turned knowing as Leah took her sip, briefly screwing her eyes shut as she got it down. She momentarily pouted her lips in thought, but swiftly thought better of asking if this was Leah’s first time tasting alcohol. No need to embarrass her, if that was really the case. Farrah finished off her drink with another small mouthful, set her glass down by the bottle, and stood up with a quiet inhale.

Leah watched her with interest as she stepped around the footrest between them, then knelt down beside her legs. Reaching over, Farrah pulled open one of the cubbyholes at Leah’s feet, revealing a tall stack of spare clothing. Leah’s eyes widened at the sight, her jaw slowly easing open with surprise. The stack looked like nothing but dresses, all of varying colours and materials, with some of them even sparkling like glitter were a part of the fabric. By Mitharu, what a wonderful little collection...

Maybe the brandy was already getting to her, because not a moment later, Leah was blurting out “By the gods, you have that just for spare clothes on road trips? Wow...I don’t think I could properly explain how jealous I am.” Farrah glanced over at her and smiled, giving a light titter as she looked back at the cubbyhole. “Hm, yes, well...It’s really quite modest, it’s just a few choice pieces that I balanced between fashion and culture for ambassadorial meetings. I was hoping that one in particular might suit your tastes...I’m positive that it would fit you, and I think it’d look beautiful, on you...I love sharing my wardrobe with others, and I simply must make amends for causing you to soil your garments.”

Leah’s face started to go a little red, especially when Farrah looked at her through the corners of her eyes, her smile suddenly going just a little bit sultry. Her voice dropping to a hushed whisper, she added “I’m the sole reason you’re in such a state, and I’ll gladly take full responsibility for it. I’ll have to ask you to promise not to do the same to me, however...I can’t risk a stain before my meeting.” Leah’s eyebrows went up, her eyes widened, and her expression went a little blank with surprise. What exactly did she mean by that? When Farrah’s smile turned into a sneaky little grin, the blush in Leah’s face sizzled to a full cherry red. She put her drink down on the footrest before her trembling hands forced her to drop it.

Farrah turned her eyes back to the cubbyhole, reached a hand inside, and started carefully thumbing through the neatly folded stack of dresses. “Ah, yes...Here we are.” Farrah said, seemingly to herself. She lifted up a portion of the stack with one hand, then slipped out a single article with the other. Closing the cubbyhole, she stood up with a predictable yet always delectable bounce, turned to Leah, and unfolded the dress with a flourish of her hand. Watching Leah’s reaction with a rather cheerful smile, Farrah said “The material is quite soft, and as I’m sure you can no doubt see, the colour would suit your complexion and complement your hair colour.”

Leah was speechless. This dress made the one she was wearing look like an old priestess’ habit. Farrah’s mental measurements had been spot-on, the dress looked like it’d be a perfect fit for the somewhat diminutive trap. She didn’t even think to question why Farrah would have a dress so clearly too small for her, she was just stunned that it was being offered to her. The dress was a deep, rich navy in colour, with a narrow waist and flared hips to fit the contours of Leah’s shapely lower half. In contrast, the lean chest of the dress was entirely white, decorated with nearly invisible floral and vine patterning. The white section ran down the dress’ breast until it reached the abdominal area, whereupon the blue on either side of it abruptly began to crosshatch into the white, quickly overcoming it before it could reach waist-height.

The sleeves of the dress were decorated with flowing patterns, like canals running down one’s arms. The long skirt of the dress was loose and flowing, pleated in such a way that it looked like flower petals. The material looked as soft and thin as silk, promising a fit befitting only ladies of the highest stature. If anyone else had said she could have the dress, Leah would ask them what game they were playing at. With Farrah, she could bring herself to believe that the generosity was genuine. Farrah brought her other hand to the chest of the dress, pointing to the rather conspicuous section formed entirely of white lace.

“The bust was custom-designed to stretch to fit any size, but as you can see, the resting shape is quite tight, so you won’t have any embarrassing issues with looseness. Of course, if you wanted to, shall we say, accentuate your femininity, you could always wear a brassiere and fill the cups with kerchiefs until you were satisfied. The dress would stretch to accommodate you.” Leah subtly shifted her hands over and covered her groin. Hanging her head down a little, she looked off to the side, trying to keep her lips from quivering. In a crushed mumble, she protested “That’s...That’s silly, I don’t do that. If I ever stuffed a b-bra, my family would probably disown me. Besides, I don’t even have any bras...”

The crestfallen wave that ran over Leah, then, was depressingly obvious. Her eyes fell to her knees, her eyebrows arched, and her lips fell into a hard line. Dejectedly, she added “I’ve never even needed one...I’m flat as a board. But...!” She started to perk up, glancing over at her sack of supplies before meeting Farrah’s eyes. “...That should change, soon! I met a girl in Gorhart, she gave me some piercings that are supposed to be enchanted! She said that if I put them on, I’ll start to grow and fill out!” Farrah raised her eyebrows, smiling widely as she listened to Leah’s shift in mood. Leah looked down at her chest, her eyes brightening all the while.

Pulling her hands away from her groin, revealing the tent of her persistent erection in the process, she lightly rubbed and patted at her own chest, feeling across the material of her dress. “I still don’t know exactly how big I want to grow...Maybe I won’t be able to control it. Kelly never really explained how the piercings were supposed to work. But, I know I...I wanna be big. Big enough. More than a handful.” Leah’s eyes started to glaze over. “...I want to be beautiful. I want to be big enough that when people see me, they never doubt who I really am, ever again. I want to be able to hug someone to my chest, and feel them melt in my arms. I wanna have to start wearing bras, so my brothers and sisters finally understand.”

“You want people to have a hard time making eye contact? You want to turn heads with every step?” Farrah asked in a soft tone, smiling. Leah’s eyes widened and, quite readily, she blurted out “Of course! Don’t you?” Farrah’s smile widened, her eyes shifting off to the side until she was looking out through their corners. “Well, as a matter of fact...” She cooed, already deep in reflection. Leah started feeling a bit short of breath. Without thinking, she added “If I had big boobs, I’d even...” before catching herself and trailing off, face going pink. Farrah’s smile turned into a little grin. Her eyes shifting back to Leah, she waited a few moments, then whispered out “...Give a man the most personal massage imaginable, until you work out every bit of his stress?”

Leah didn’t answer right away, her pink face going red. After a moment, she covered her groin again, then offered a sheepish nod. What Farrah said then was enough to relax her, but the blush in her face persisted. Raising her eyebrows, she held out the dress for Leah to take, saying “I can relate to that fantasy more than you might realize, my sweet...Here. Try it on, see how it fits.” Leah’s eyes fell to the expensive dress, hanging delicately from Farrah’s beautiful hands. The way it beckoned her to slip it on, to enrobe herself in aristocratic regalia ordinarily beyond the scope of her wildest dreams, was irresistible, but she retained enough sense to point out the elephant in the room before she had even touched the garment.

Slowly reaching out for the dress, she looked up into Farrah’s eyes and asked “I’d love to, but...Where, um...Where, exactly, am I going to change?...There’s...What should I...?” Farrah smiled contentedly, letting the young woman take the dress into her timid hands. She slowly bent over towards Leah, her arms pressing her breasts together as she held her knees. The two of them almost within kissing distance, their eyes simply locked together in a sultry gaze. In a hushed tone, Farrah answered “Surely you don’t need privacy, my sweet...I don’t mind. Would you truly deny me the opportunity to witness beauty?...I hate to be uncouth, but I think my intentions are clear. You’ve had me entranced ever since I laid eyes on you.” Leah could feel her heart racing.

Her eyes fell uncontrollably to Farrah’s blue cleavage, looking down the window in the chest of the other woman’s dress. Farrah’s mouth hung open a crack, leaving her lips just barely parted. In a whisper, she commented “Careful...If you let your eyes wander too far, you might stain the second dress, too...” Leah’s eyes darted up, her lips pressing together out of embarrassment. Farrah briefly puckered her lips, her smile returning as she stood back up straight. Slowly, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, she turned on a heel and made for her seat, easing herself back into the couch across from the trap. A nervous knot slowly began to tie up in Leah’s stomach, making her legs quake with adrenaline. Her head down to hide her beet red face, she stood up.

She could feel Farrah’s eyes on her, watching her, waiting for the strip show that Leah had already implicitly agreed to. Just the thought made her backed-up reactors feel more tense. A little clumsily, Leah set the dress down on one side of the couch, over one of the pillows. Then, she reached for the bottom of her dress, slipping her fingers under the hem. She hesitated for a second, then silently turned back to face Farrah, offering her the best possible view before the big reveal. She could tell Farrah appreciated it, the way her hands slowly tightened on her knees gave away her anticipation. Out of shyness, Leah kept hiding her face, even as her dress went up. Slowly, carefully, she started sliding the dress up the curve of her giant bubble butt, trying to free up her thick, jiggly cheeks.

In the process, the shape of her turgid manhood slid down the inside of the fabric, getting closer and closer to freedom. Without underwear, she was instantly exposed to fresh air. The moment Leah felt her fat orbs tumble free between her thighs, she immediately heard Farrah give a soft gasp. When her dress went high enough, her manslaying ass was exposed with a hearty bounce, her steel-hard, sticky cock slipping free not a second later. Crimson, the upper half still slathered with her girly nectar, a few dollops of off-white sludge were smeared across her tip, lingering evidence from that slightly embarrassing moment when her cup had runneth over. Her bloated undercarriage hung heavy between her thighs, the already fat orbs positively swollen with lust, aching to give somebody’s doughnut a creamy center.

“Luh...Lyria...” She heard Farrah breathe out, dumbstruck. “...You look so...Tense...Oh, my love...Oh, dear gods, I’m getting flushed...” Leah slowly raised her chin, looking up at Farrah’s face. She, too, was short of breath, her massive bust rising and falling with each deepening breath. Her nipples stood through her dress like a pair of cherries, just begging to find themselves in somebody’s mouth. If Leah could just lie back in Farrah’s lap and tend to those buttons...She hid her fresh wave of blush by slipping her arms into her dress, but she couldn’t hide the way her cock was jumping.

Slipping her dress up past her head, she reluctantly discarded it to the couch behind herself, leaving herself completely nude and open to examination. She reached for the second dress, but before she could even touch it, Farrah softly said “Wait, my sweet...Not yet...Not just yet. Let me look at you, a little longer...” Leah went still for a moment, as if she needed a moment to comprehend the suggestion. Then, slowly, she turned back to face Farrah, her stiff prick giving a gentle bob and sway in the process. Farrah visibly swallowed some saliva, her brow twitching down with frustration. She gave her bottom lip the tiniest nibble, her eyes locked on Leah’s manhood the entire time. She raised a hand, gently pointing down at her feet.

Leah got the message. She started stepping over, maintaining her balance even as the carriage hit some rough road, sending hard bumps vibrating through the floor. She came into the narrow space between Farrah’s couch and the footrest, stood still, and watched the Alfar drink in the up-close sight of her bare body. The Ljosalfar took her time, slowly looking down Leah’s legs, up her tummy, around her lean chest, and back down to her raging pole. All the while, she sat still, almost to the point of rigidity. She kept her hands to herself, made no lewd comments, and otherwise presented the very picture of civilized primness...Aside from her expression, of course, which gave away how much she was dying inside to lean over and inhale Leah’s tonsil-tickler.

Leah could see the sweat slowly building on Farrah’s face, leaving a sheen across her flushed skin. The Ljosalfar looked up to Leah’s eyes, her nostrils flaring once as she took in a heavy breath. Her voice noticeably trilling, she whispered “My apologies, my love...I must look quite the lecher. You must understand, it’s...It’s been quite some time since I’ve had privacy with anyone. And, you’re so...Oh, dear Lyria...” Farrah looked back down to Leah’s cock, catching it give an excited bounce. Leah slowly started to smile, even as her ears started to burn at the flattery. In a matching whisper, she admitted “It’s alright...If I’m being honest, I like seeing you get so worked up, over me...”

Farrah’s eyes went right back up to Leah’s. Pleadingly, she raised her eyebrows, warbling out “I’m not normally like this!...I just can’t help it, after all this time...” The Alfar slowly released her fistfuls of her dress, swallowed some more saliva, and gauged how well her seduction had worked. Without a word, she raised a hand, reached out, and gently laid her palm against Leah’s belly. Leah’s smile grew as she brought her hand over, resting it over the other woman’s. The invitation to continue couldn’t have been clearer, putting an affectionate shine in Farrah’s smouldering gaze. She brought her other hand up, taking Leah by the hip as she leaned over.

Closing her eyes, she brought her face to Leah’s silken tummy, enjoying the comforting sensation of Leah breathing against her. The Almain’s skin was so soft, Farrah wanted to kiss her from head to toe...Leah lightly touched the back of Farrah’s head, eventually holding the base of her ponytail. She felt Farrah draw in a long, deep breath, savouring the spine-tingling sensation of smelling her sweet skin. Her lips pressed against the trap’s midriff, kissing by her navel. She gently slipped her hand out from under Leah’s, languidly running it down her thigh. In another whisper, Farrah murmured “We must be quiet, my love...” She pulled her head back, prompting Leah to let go of her ponytail. Looking up at the trap, Farrah worriedly added “My servants, they can know nothing...This tryst must be a secret...”

Leah quietly nodded, holding Farrah’s shoulders for balance as a particularly rough stretch of road nearly threw her off-balance. Farrah smiled appreciatively, stroking her hand back up to Leah’s other hip. Her eyes briefly fell to Leah’s rigid rod as she, a little guiltily, asked “Erm...My sweet, I’m not sure how to word this, but...Could you...Give a spin, for me?...Could you give me a little turn, so I can see all of you?...” Her smile turned embarrassed as Leah’s face went scarlet. Leah knew what she really meant, it didn’t take a genius to understand that she had just been asked to give someone an eyeful of her over-padded ass. The question she had to ask herself was, exactly how much did Farrah want to see? Was a shake of her hips enough, or should she bend over, reach back, and spread herself?

The butterflies fluttering around in her stomach grew even more intense. Once Farrah had slipped her hands away, she gave a quick spin on a heel. Grinning sheepishly, she held her waist, feeling her prick give a hard enough swing to tap her hip as she came to a stop. “Like that?” She asked, just a little teasingly. Farrah’s face went a deeper shade of azure. “...Once more?” She asked, a hint of desperation in her tone. Leah gave a nervous huff of a breath, trying her best to steady her thumping heart. Alright, no teasing, this time. If Farrah wanted to get a look at her plump rump, then she couldn’t bring herself to say no.

She dropped her hands from her waist, turned around, and simply stood still, giving Farrah all the time she wanted. She even made sure that her feet stayed shoulder-width apart, letting her hefty undercarriage very visibly droop between her thighs. Farrah was silent, for a few moments. Leah bit on her bottom lip, dying to know what Farrah’s face looked like, right then and there. She was tempted to give her hips a snap and jiggle her cheeks, but restrained herself...Barely. When Farrah finally spoke, her voice was a quaking warble, a pitiful, hoarse whisper that betrayed how close she was to losing her composure. “...P...Positively callipygian!...”

Leah grinned, peeked over her shoulder, and cooed “What’s that mean? I’ve never heard that word, before...That wasn’t Alfar, was it?” Farrah didn’t have a chance to answer. Another rough stretch of road suddenly sent Leah off-kilter, the trap’s eyes widening with shock as she found herself fighting for balance. She fell over and caught herself on the footrest, although the jolting impact of her hands slapping into the miniature table knocked over Farrah’s bottle of brandy, sending the corked container bouncing to the carriage floor. Leah looked past her side as best she could, giggled, and mumbled out a sheepish apology.

By falling over like that, she had probably come close to shoving her ass against Farrah’s face, and she didn’t imagine anyone could be terribly interested in that. When she tried to stand up, however, she felt a soft hand press down on her lower back, firmly discouraging her progress. Leah stopped and, with a note of confusion, leaned back over. Hands still on the footrest, ass effectively thrust up into the air behind her, she felt Farrah stroke down her spine. Now, Farrah’s voice was thoroughly husky. Almost hoarsely, she breathed out “No...D-Don’t stand up, my love. Please. Stay just like this, for me...Y...You’re a work of art, a masterpiece...”

Farrah’s other hand touched her hip, slowly sliding over for a stroke of one of the trap’s overstuffed seat cushions. “You must...Give me a chance to admire...” Farrah whispered, mindlessly. When Leah felt Farrah’s steamy breath wash against her backside, her eyes started to widen. Farrah’s other hand slid downwards, massaging over Leah’s other cheek. Not more than a moment later, her thumbs were pushing into her valley. Leah’s heartbeat started throbbing in her ears. When Farrah tightened her hold on Leah’s spongy cheeks, the trap gave a helpless squeak. She was already resigned to whatever Farrah wanted to do to her, a mere toy in the gorgeous sex goddess’ hands.

She was so utterly needy, taken over by an all-consuming horniness, that she’d do anything, let anything be done to herself. Maybe she had known all along that Farrah was going to use her as a toy, but Kelly leaving her high and dry had made her so vulnerable...When Farrah spread Leah’s cheeks with a firm, insistent stretch, the trap clenched her virginal backdoor out of surprise. Her legs trembled, her knees knocked together, and the feeling of Farrah’s breath wafting out between her cheeks had the pre-cum freshly flowing from her unused cock. If this kept up, she could end up making a mess on Farrah’s footrest, within the minute...

“Oh gods...Oh, gods...” Leah heard, the mumble sizzling out a couple inches from her tight, anxious pucker. Leah’s head twisted to the side for a split-second, the trap biting on her bottom lip as she looked forward, once more. Her eyes shifted around with uneasiness until she finally got around to mumbling out “What’re you gonna do, to me?...” She lightly tensed up as Farrah let out a hot gust of a breath. She could practically feel the shudder running through Farrah, vibrating up to the tips of her fingers. Farrah just couldn’t maintain control, not after being unwillingly abstinent for so long.

Leah heard the very moment Farrah lost her self-control. It was inevitable, really, given her position...Face full of a virgin trap’s luscious, trouser-tearing ass, eyes taken over by the swollen, hand-filling undercarriage quivering just below, nostrils full of the potent musk of a young bitch in heat...Maintaining any logic or reasoning was an exercise in futility. Her already-glazed eyes crossed before her eyelids fluttered shut. Her head twitched forward, hesitating as some tiny shred of decency begged her not to give in, to remain civilized, to remain prim and proper.

That tiny scrap of self-restrain couldn’t hope to hold back the tide of several years worth of abstinence. Farrah barely parted her lips, the tip of her tongue poking through the little ring her mouth formed. Slowly drawing in a deep breath of Leah’s scent, she eased her head over, and...Leah’s eyes shot wide open, her lips pressing together in a hard line as her body gave the lightest lurch forwards. Farrah was aggressive, direct; Leah had nowhere to run. Leah went up on her tippy-toes, screwing her eyes shut as her lips quivered, eventually falling into a little self-conscious frown. Was Farrah really doing what she thought she was doing?

She couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan as she eased back down from her toes. Opening her eyes a crack, she found her vision blurred by tears of bashfulness. She could feel Farrah’s soft, lipstick-covered lips pressing around her rosebud, giving the most personal spot on her body an open-mouthed kiss, digging for entry. The tip of her tongue lightly wriggled back and forth across the crease of her pucker, positively burning her with the molten heat of her slimy mouth muscle. The sheer embarrassment of it all ended up making a light sweat break out across Leah’s body, her cherry-red face growing shiny with perspiration.

Leah opened her eyes as best she could, distracted as she was with someone on the verge of sliding their tongue through her sphincter. One eye remained half-closed while the other was barely a slit, her nostrils lightly flaring as she warbled out “Farrah, p-please-” She gave a whimper when Farrah cut her off, urgently slapping a hand against Leah’s voluminous right cheek. Farrah paused her ministrations just long enough to mumble “Eyelenth! Pwease!” against Leah’s spit-slathered pucker. Leah closed her eyes again, mouth hanging open as she breathed “I’m sorry!...I feel weird, this is so embarrassing! I never even imagined someone would ever do this!...”

Farrah let out a cross between a breathless chortle and a hungry hum. When Leah felt Farrah’s free hand come up between her cheeks, she unintentionally held her breath. When that soft, warm hand started cradling her orbs, gently easing them into the cup of her fingers and palm, Leah quivered up on to her tippy-toes, again. Farrah let out a long, slow sigh through her nose, giving Leah’s overstuffed undercarriage the gentlest of squeezes, tickling her fingers across the trap’s hot, smooth skin. Farrah withdrew her tongue, closed her lips, and kissed at Leah’s ring until the trap relaxed, easing herself back down on to her feet.

In the process, she unintentionally eased up on her clenching, which was, of course, an opportunity that Farrah couldn’t possibly resist. The instant that her conquest’s entrance loosened up, she was shoving her tongue back out. The squirming wriggle penetrating through her petite hole had her eyes firing wide open, her pupils, amusingly enough, shrinking to mere pinpricks. Her mouth fell open, she sucked in a deep gust of air, and very nearly blew the lid right off their little rendezvous. Before she could bellow out a wail of stunned ecstasy, she slapped herself over her mouth, screwing her eyes shut tight as she swallowed the cry.

Her rigid cock, topped off with a long, sappy string, gave a couple jerking jumps, ultimately bopping her belly. When Farrah indulged herself with a particularly kinky moment and eased Leah’s undercarriage back, intentionally rubbing her backed-up reactors against her chin and jaw, Leah’s manhood bounced so hard that the nectar she had been leaking swung up and splatted against her belly. Tears of mortification started running down Leah’s cheeks, even as her entire body gave a tremble of gratification. It was bad enough that someone was tonguing her untouched backdoor, but what made it all the worse was how desperately Farrah was doing it.

She wasn’t being coy. She wasn’t giving Leah time to warm up. She was being gentle, but she was driving her long, undulating tongue as deep into her prey’s tush as possible, firmly tasting the inside of her newly inducted love-slave’s rump. Drowning herself in Leah’s essence until she was on the verge of losing her poor, lust-wracked mind, she couldn’t even give an immediate reaction to Leah’s near-scream. Leah clenched, hoping to eject the most unexpected interloper invading her personal space, but all that seemed to do was excite Farrah even further. When Leah tightened up, Farrah did, indeed, withdraw her tongue, but only to the point of leaving the tip of her tongue inside Leah’s squeezing ring.

Panting like a pervert, Farrah simply whipped her tongue into a frenzy, thrashing around the inside of Leah’s ring until she forced her to relax. Leah hiccuped out a whine as Farrah dug her tongue back inside. When the amorous Alfar stopped fondling her undercarriage, Leah naively thought she was being given a reprieve. Quite the contrary. If anything, Farrah aimed to ramp up the pressure even further, something Leah didn’t realize until Farrah was already wrapping her fingers around Leah’s modest shaft. When she realized what was coming, she quickly let out a desperate whimper, begging for mercy by hoarsely whispering out “N-No, please, if you touch me there-!”

Farrah finally pulled her lips away from Leah’s trembling rear door, leaving it a tiny gape made goopy by all the saliva she had slathered it with. With genuine concern, she shushed Leah, reassuringly stroking around her bum. “My love, keep your voice down, please!...I...” Farrah trailed off with a bit of a crestfallen sigh. “I’m sorry if it was too much...I know, I must have been a bit too direct...I apologize, you just make it so difficult to contain myself...” The rigidity overcoming Leah’s posture slowly drained away, the trap hanging her head down as she caught her breath. Trying to blink away the mist in her eyes, she eventually mumbled out “N-No...It’s alright, I j...I never expected anyone would ever...Do that...”

Farrah, looking up at the back of Leah’s head, gently pressed her lips to Leah’s left cheek. In a murmur, she cooed “I know it might’ve been embarrassing...I just couldn’t help myself...I’m thinking clearly again, however...” Lightly raising her eyebrows, she added, in a somewhat breathless whisper, “But...Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it at least as much as I did?...” She watched Leah’s back rise and fall with her heavy breaths. After a few seconds of silence, Leah breathed out “...It felt good...Really good...B-But Mitharu knows it was embarrassing...” Farrah grinned, her eyes freshly glazing.

Hearing that her trap concubine had loved it was all that mattered, to her. To Leah’s surprise, Farrah stood up, reaching over under Leah’s arms until she could plant her hands over the trap’s lean bosom. Leah felt the soft material of Farrah’s dress rub against her skin as the Alfar pressed her groin to Leah’s plush backside, lightly guiding Leah into standing. Leah’s head sank into Farrah’s cleavage, pushing between her massive, malleable mounds until they were creeping up on either side of her face, threatening to give her tunnel vision. Leah tilted her head back and to the side, hoping to see the tall Alfar's face. That move merely gave the voluptuous elf the opening she had been looking for.

Leah gasped and closed her eyes out of surprise, blue filling her vision before supple lips were pushing against her own. Leah positively melted in Farrah’s tender cuddle. Her head cradled by big, warm pillows, Farrah’s soft bangs brushing against her forehead, the perfume and flowery scent of her body combined around her in a relaxing cloud...Leah was instantly thrust so deep into cloud nine that tears of ecstasy began creeping from the corners of her eyes. Farrah gave a pleased mumble in her throat, kissing her embraced concubine slowly, deeply. Her right hand slowly stroked down Leah’s body until it reached her tummy, where it stopped to hold her close, feel her breathe, and relish the faint dampness of the sweat on her silky-smooth skin.

Her left hand lingered on Leah’s left breast, gently stroking her lean bud, occasionally catching her stiff nipple with the underside of a ring. Leah couldn’t help but breathe deep, reaching back and holding Farrah’s hips. She was so tempted to let her lips fall open during the kiss, but a twinge of embarrassment kept her from indulging herself to the same lewd extent as Farrah had. After all, it was one thing for the two of them to swap spit and tongue wrestle, but considering where Farrah’s tongue had just been...Leah just couldn’t lose her self-restraint to the same extent as her seducer.

She felt Farrah slip her hand up from her chest, trailing her fingers up Leah’s throat until she could touch her jaw. Leah was powerless to resist, letting Farrah dominate the lead until she had had her fill. With one last slow, passionate kiss, Farrah eased her head back an inch or two, finally breaking the moist seal between them after a minute of delight. Leah opened her eyes a crack, lips finally parted as she stood there wrapped in Farrah’s arms, dazed and confused. She could feel Farrah’s breath on her face, puffing out in hot bursts. As she eased her hand back down to Leah’s chest, she huskily whispered “Merely holding you close scorches me, inside...I can’t get enough of you, my love...”

Leah felt Farrah’s other hand drift down from her stomach, reaching her mons before shifting away. When a couple fingers unexpectedly came down around the tip of her manhood, she closed her eyes, her whole body giving a twitch. Out of sensitivity, she jerked her hips back, making Farrah smile when the trap’s over-cushioned derriere pressed even harder against her crotch. Farrah eased her head over, nuzzling her face against the side of Leah’s head. Gently fiddling her fingers around the most sensitive spot on Leah’s body, she gently dug through the trap’s soft hair with her nose and chin, driving Leah to tilt her head to the side.

Eventually, Farrah found her right ear. When Farrah pressed a delicate kiss to her earlobe, Leah’s entire body shuddered at the electric sensation. At first, being whispered sweet nothings to was too much stimulation for Leah to handle, but as she opened her eyes, she gave in. Her entire body almost went limp with relaxation as Farrah swept the tip of her tongue up around the curve of her ear, then fell back down to her earlobe. Staring sightlessly into the distance, the dew of tears made Leah’s eyes glisten, the faintest mewls and moans vibrating in her throat. At the same time she gave Leah’s earlobe a little nibble, she finally let go of her tip, instead easing her fist down the trap’s pre-slicked shaft.

Leah let out a faint moan, a couple teardrops rolling down her face. Was she in heaven? What had she done to deserve this? She could feel Farrah’s racing heartbeat, thumping through her bust...Farrah’s breath wafted out over Leah’s ear as she murmured, tickling the trap. “You’re so rigid...You must be in such agony...I...Sit down, my sweet...Let me ease your suffering...” Leah didn’t acknowledge what Farrah had said. Like a mindless animal, she started pumping her hips, lightly humping into Farrah’s fist. Farrah quietly shushed Leah, letting go of her throbbing manhood. Leah’s lips quivered with frustration, but she was soothed by the sound of Farrah’s voice. “Shh, shh shh...Be still, my love...I had something better, in mind. Sit down, lie back, open your legs, and allow me to pamper you...”

Leah’s breath started escalating even further. When Farrah slipped her arms away from her and took a step to the side, Leah simply plopped down into the couch. She splayed her thick thighs nice and wide, showing off her diamond-hard, dark red cock, as well as her sloshing, oversized undercarriage, nearly discoloured from all the stimulation without release. Closing her eyes, her mouth hung open as she panted away, her hands drifting over the insides of her thighs as she resisted the growing temptation to stroke herself silly. She needed to cum so badly, if Farrah didn’t hurry up...!

She heard Farrah quietly step off to the side, pausing for close to a minute before returning to Leah’s side. With a softhearted chortle, she cooed “I take it these are your’s?...Quite sensual, if I do say so myself...Perfect for keeping quiet, with.” Leah opened her eyes a crack, but opened them further with curiosity when she saw what Farrah was holding: a familiar black pair of tight, lace panties, sadly lacking the hefty package she had seen it bulging with, back in Gorhart. Where in Mitharu’s name had those come from? When Leah’s eyes shifted to her sack of supplies, rather noticeably lying open on the opposite couch, she got her answer. Farrah, a lewd smile on her face and a foggy look in her eyes, held the panties out to Leah. “Here, my sweet...Bite down on these. It’ll help keep you from crying out as I soothe you...”

Leah swallowed some saliva. Panting away, she reached out and plucked the soft underwear from Farrah’s hand, sticking them between her lips without any reservation. Biting down on the panties, her eyes began to cross when she finally realized just how much the clumped underwear carried Kelly’s scent. It was almost like having the Varani’s cock plunged back into her mouth...Her eyes rolled around in ecstasy, while her toes urgently curled at the carriage carpeting. When she heard a slick pumping sound, she tried her best to refocus her eyes, blinking hard as she followed the sound.

What she saw almost had her blowing her load across her chest: Farrah, on her knees in front of her, working one fist over a couple fingers from the other, spreading some kind of lubrication across her digits. All the while, she watched Leah with a dreamy look on her face, the vacant look in her eyes proving she was resolute in her goal. Leah was her’s, her’s to play with and explore, her’s to subject to whatever perversion she could dream up...Her’s to pleasure and satisfy, her’s to submit to. Leah’s eyelids fluttered shut, for a moment. She knew what was coming, but she wasn’t sure how long she could endure, for. She didn’t have an unbreakable will, and her endurance had already been tried nearly to shattering...

“Just relax, my sweet...You’re so full of ardour, I can scarce believe it...I won’t stop until you can breathe easy, and we both know that that won’t happen until every single last drop has been drained...Let me...Massage you, deep...”

Leah squeaked against her gag, feeling her cock hop. Be gentle, miss, this trap’s backdoor hasn’t yet seen much use. Don’t be fooled by her enthusiasm, she’s still a sweet, succulent virgin. She felt Farrah wrap a couple fingers around the base of her tool, pointing her up towards herself. Then, something warm and slippery slid between her cheeks, finding her spit-lubed backdoor. Leah whimpered encouragingly, bobbing her head like a wanton slut. She pushed her hips up into the air and spread her legs even further, trying to help Farrah reach her goal. With a quiet moan of her own, Farrah unceremoniously slid her fingers through Leah’s ring, plunging her index and middle fingers as deep into the virgin’s backdoor as possible.

Leah’s stomach briefly sucked in, her heels giving a little kick. Oh Mitharu, that was fast. She bit down tight on her gag, sweat droplets running down her face as she moaned into Kelly’s panties. An electric current passed through her body, jolting her cock from behind as if Farrah’s fingers were lightning rods. She clenched her hands at the couch cushions on either side of her, trying not to sniffle. When she felt Farrah drop her head and press her lips to the hot skin of her roiling undercarriage, she came within a hair’s breadth of losing control. Farrah hummed to herself as she gave Leah’s plump reactors a few calming kisses.

“Don’t worry, your plight is over, my sweets...I’ll be draining you, today...Draining you of all the naughty juice you’re drowning in...Poor things, so pent up...So full of milk, for me...I’ll have to pay you in kind some time, Leah...”

Leah said something urgent against her mouthful of used panties, her feet giving cute twitches up in the air. Hearing the cultured Farrah, with her regal, dignified voice, engage in a bit of dirty talk about milking Leah of her cum, like a slut, just about pushed her over the edge. In fact...

“It’s a vice of mine, I-I admit, but there are few things I love more than milking an eager cock...To see the fresh milk flooding out in an avalanche...Oh dear, listen to me, I sound so depraved. Oh...Leah, you might not want to tighten up, so much. It might make the massage uncomfortable, otherwise...O-Oh, how...How lovely! I haven’t felt someone’s prostate swell this much in such a long time...I...”

Farrah trailed off, realizing a little too late that she had been treating her love-slave a little too roughly. Leah’s head jerked back, her chin thrusting into the air as she held her breath. Before Farrah’s eyes, a massive lance of rich, virgin cum went flying up Leah’s body, splashing across her bare chest and throat. Farrah immediately got to work, firmly rubbing her fingers back and forth across Leah’s engorged P-spot, trying to push out as much of her cum as possible. Leah’s feet jerked and kicked into the air, the trap desperately moaning against her mouthful of panties. Words couldn’t describe the rapture wracking her body. Cumming with something up her ass felt unbelievable. Her cock was spraying like a fountain!

“What a display...Indulge me a taste, my love...”

All of a sudden, a molten-hot, drooling mouth swallowed her sensitive prick, the contented hum of a sexually starved Alfar vibrating the tip of her cock. Lips around her base, chin to her orbs, Farrah had thoroughly impaled her mouth on Leah’s still-gushing tool, giving her somewhere better to squirt than across her own quaking tummy. Farrah looked up at Leah to see her reaction, even as her cheeks slowly began to expand with the trap’s prodigious slop-spill. Leah’s head rolled to the side, her eyes turning up into her skull. Drool rolled down past the panties, trickling down her chin. This was a blowjob? This was what she had given Kelly? How had Kelly kept from popping in an instant? She couldn’t breathe, she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She just couldn’t stop cumming.

Farrah moaned in her throat, closing her eyes as she started swallowing down the mouthful Leah had given her. By that point, Leah had gone still, her body merely twitching whenever Farrah’s tongue slid across her tip. Her cock throbbing against the roof of her mouth, her backdoor quaking and clenching in the afterglow, Leah had been reduced to a doll. When Farrah had finished swallowing, she let Leah’s lingering hard-on slip from her mouth, giving the trap a comforting smile. In a whisper, she mumbled “Now, now...Isn’t that a little bit better?...I know, you must’ve been terribly backed-up...You really must make masturbation a higher priority, my love...But, I’m here, now. I’ll comfort your poor cock...”

Leah let out a whimpering groan, thanking Farrah and her mouth for curing the bad case of blue balls she had been coming down with, for opening her eyes to the pleasures of using her cock, for so eagerly devouring one of her virginities. Farrah’s cloudy eyes fell to Leah’s cock, watching the tip as she took the rod in between two of her fingers. With a squeeze, she dragged her fingers up Leah’s length, smiling excitedly when a fat bead of cum collected on her tip. Closing her eyes, she brought her head over and swept her tongue across the pulsing tip, cleansing it in one quick move. After a little swallow, Farrah opened her eyes again, looking up at Leah the mind-broken trap.

“Another one, please...I’d love another taste, my sweet...We’re just getting started, surely you can indulge a lady? Your endurance surely knows no bounds...We still have a bit to go, in this trip...”

Leah preemptively whined for mercy, but it wasn’t enough. She should’ve realized how deeply Farrah had gone off the deep end - there was no coming back, now. Not until Farrah had taken Leah to heaven and back twenty times over, not until the trap was completely, utterly spent. Then, and only then, would Farrah feel she had fulfilled her duty as a good hostess, and return to her faculties. When her sensitive cock was engulfed back inside Farrah’s hungry mouth, completely disregarding her refractory period, Leah screwed her eyes shut and just about screamed at her gag. She shot her hands over and tried to push Farrah’s head away, but Farrah merely used that momentum to help her head bob back and forth.

Feeling those luscious lips sliding across her shaft from base to tip wiped what little was left of Leah’s mind. Her legs kicked at the sensitivity, tears poured down her face, her eyes had rolled back to the point of blinding her, but her world had devolved to pleasure, to ecstasy, to that tense, golden flame in her loins from that heavenly euphoria Farrah had blessed her with. When Farrah started pumping her hand back and forth under her chin, slowly fingering Leah’s backdoor nice and deep, the trap thanked her with a harsh groan of satisfaction. The sensitivity plaguing her cock made it feel like it’d melt in Farrah’s mouth, but soon, Leah was it’s slave.

She stopped shirking from the overwhelming, mind-numbing pain-pleasure, and simply embraced it. She stopped trying to push Farrah’s head away, and instead sank her fingers into Farrah’s hair, holding her to guide her efforts back and forth. She relaxed her backdoor, making it easier for Farrah to stuff her up and play with her P-spot. Her body was boiling hot, her mind steadily growing darker. It was too much. She couldn’t take it. She wanted to scream, but it was so good, she didn’t want Farrah to worry about being caught. She’d ride that burning flame until her body could finally handle another spurt.

By the way she could hear her own ragged hyperventilating, as if she were sitting next to herself, she knew the waiting period was almost over. When Farrah slid her lips back to her tip and rubbed them around, it was the most blissful agony she had ever experienced. Leah abruptly went limp, gasping for air as her eyes fell shut and her arms collapsed to her sides. Kelly’s panties fell from her lips, rolling down her cum-slathered chest until they fell to her hip. Farrah let out a happy sigh as Leah’s second load came spurting against the back of her throat, the visitor in her mouth throbbing wildly, Leah’s cum-vein tensing against her tongue with every jet of Almain jizz that coated her teeth.

Farrah slowed down again, but the damage was done. Leah was already out like a light. Farrah continued to bob her head like a famished succubus, oblivious to Leah’s state, timing the suction of her slurping with every squirt of Leah’s baby-batter. It had been so long since she could let her hair down...Leah was so adorable, she couldn’t resist the urge to cuddle her close, but that’d have to wait. For now, she just needed to keep suckling away, to finish her meal...

(Author's Note - Hey guys, after *cough* seven years in development, here you go...The third chapter of The Mask Comes Off:D. Really sorry it took so long, but I hope the extra length and steaminess of the chapter makes up for some of the waitD:. So, Leah is quite thoroughly seduced by the massively busty Farrah Beaumont, who savours and explores Leah’s entire nubile body for quite a while before finally getting busy and blowing Leah’s mind. Farrah was apparently even more pent-up with sexual energy than Leah was, and had been dying to unleash her hunger on someone...A role which Leah was all too happy to fulfill, despite her shyness.

Hope you guys enjoyed all that foreplay:D. Hopefully, the next chapter won’t take as long to come out. See you guys in the next one!)
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