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Soft white skin and a shock of electric-blue hair were her predominant features. She was small for a fey creature and even odder than that she had a pair of dragonfly-like blue wings behind each shoulder sprouting from her back that would glow a soft blue in even the darkest of nights. Her features were sharp and angular like that of an elf so there was no question of her beauty, even with the strange pair of small bone-like horns she had on her forehead. She had soft blue eyes that were slightly almond shaped. She had an exotic beauty even among the fey. Even her good looks could not save her from her lack of self-control, that which had gotten her exiled from the Seelie Court.

Her body was covered in a silken tunic that had been woven by her mother and finished just before she was exiled. She had requested that her mother dye the thin shift-like garment blue to match her eyes. It covered her half way down her thighs and left ample skin showing near her cleavage, arms, shoulders, thighs and legs so she could feel the wind blowing across her body as she flew.

A soft sigh escaped her pert purple-hued lips and she stopped her flying long enough to land on a branch. It had been months since she had seen one of her own kind and longer than that since she'd seen her mother. Every time she thought of her fey brothers and sisters a well of slight anger bubbled up in her chest but then she remembered that it was her fault she had been exiled from her home land. She was forbidden to return to any plane or dwelling that was occupied primarily by her own kind. Because of her ancestry she had been too much for them to handle.

With a flick of her wrist she exercised her sorceress powers that came from a fiendish blood line her mother, grandmother and grandfather had been previously unaware of. It was an odd mix of demonic and fey blood that had not been seen in her city for many generations. It was just her luck that she was prophesized to be an 'uncontrollable force for demonic energy'. Whatever that meant, she put no stake in the unlikely prophecies of mad old men and fey. In her opinion the words written in a dusty old decaying book fashioned of mushroom-and-bark components were just as true as the tall tales her mother told her from a children's storybook. With her spell complete a nearby mushroom was plucked from the ground where it stood and floated into her hand, she needed to replenish the purple dye she used on her lips so she put the little purple-colored mushroom into a small leather satchel she carried around with her. Her mind wandered for a moment as she remembered that this particular mushroom could be used as a potent contact poison against certain species as well if mixed properly. She had discovered that in her alchemical dabbling when she was but a wisp of a fey child. She was still young by their standards, barely a teenager but she was capable.

The ability to be capable enough to survive didn't necessarily mean she wanted to use that skill. She hungered for an intelligent conversation and pleasant company but her forest-home was lonely. The few animals she chose to talk to were all busy or too grumpy to stop and chat with her, and none of them had an intelligence to even come close to hers. They only thought about food, sleep, mating and excreting though not necessarily in that order. Her eyes scanned the forest around her yet again and she decided to go back home and study her books before she began to get lonely again. As she stood up and stretched her legs, causing her shaven little womanhood to feel a soft gush of wind she shivered not from cold but the feeling of a cool spring breeze on her body.

As she started to take off she stopped as her sensitive ears picked up someone nearby speaking. She didn't understand what was being said due to the odd nature of the language being spoken but she recognized an intelligent being. She knew better than to get involved with other creatures but her loneliness was getting the best of her. Silently she listened and fought the urge to flee back to her home. It was torture for her to stand there and ponder leaving until finally she felt herself turning, almost unconsciously, toward the sounds. Cursing herself she took off in a flutter of wings and headed toward the sound looking like a blue streak to those who had the ability to see a creature that was so frequently overlooked.

It didn't take her long to reach her destination and she was astounded by what she saw. A group of burly humanoids were clearing a circle of trees not far from her home. She recognized them as Orcs, a most hated defiler of nature. They were ruining her forest but she could not tell what they were up to. She didn't speak the brutish language of the Orc but she knew a spell that would help. Her mother had given her a charm that would allow her to speak and understand any known language. She put her hand between her budding little breasts and touched the amulet there, whispering a key phrase. She hunkered down and listened to them from a few trees away.

"Boss not happy with us, say he won't pays us 'cause we work like elf-women." A large grey-skinned brute in a ratty deer-skinned tunic and breeches whispered to the smaller Half-Orc next to him. "We got more than he gots, we kill and take power!"

"Shut your mouth Brute and work harder. I took leadership of your clan, I am the leader and I give the orders. Disobey me or the master and I will personally flay you alive and feed you to that mange-ridden worg you call a pet." The half-orc was actually almost handsome if not for his more savage orcish features and a slight grey tint to his skin; he had dark hair and very deep blue eyes. He dressed well and wore armor beneath his clothing. Lesia could tell by his gait that this orc held a position of authority among the rest of the brutes he commanded. "You'll have these trees cleared by nightfall or I will feed you all to Krazanad!"

The speed that all of the orcs took up professed to the influence this threat held. She had never seen a beast as lazy as an orc, this frightened her as well. For all of the things happening around her she couldn't help but stay and listen to them. They were all savage and ill-mannered, the usual for orcs but she watched the intelligent leader walk around the circle giving orders. By the time night fell the orcs had cleared a large circle in the center of the forest and had long since began piling stone and other building materials in the center of the space. After they had laid down a rough foundation under the direction of their leader who's name was Marek, they all moved away from the structure and began lashing together a makeshift camp site not far from the work site.

Lesia noticed that Marek's tent was the first to go up and after that several others were put up. It was unusual for orcs to follow a half-breed so she was quite sure that this half-orc was powerful or had powerful friends. As silent as possible, an easy feat for one of her size, she fluttered her way over to the large tent and landed on one of the corners. Using a small dagger she carried around with herself she cut open a small hole and peered inside. A bed of pillows had been stacked in one corner along with several other luxuries scattered throughout the tent. She didn't spy the half-orc at first but movement among the pillows caught her eye. She listened while she watched.

"Let me go you vile bastard!" A soft feminine voice cried out, in the corner was an odd creature she had never seen before. She had a coat of black panther-like fur but she had the body of a humanoid. She looked like a young girl, not even a teenager yet and her voice reflected the same. Lesia watched in mixed curiosity and anger as the half-orc waded in toward her holding her arms above her head. He was naked from the waste up and his breeches were loose, Lesia could tell what he intended from the bulge in his pants. Her eyes were wide as she realized just how large his genitals were. She doubted she could wrap her hands around it, though she was a lot smaller than most sprites of her size. "Let me go!"

"If you wish I can let the full-bloods have you instead, I can call them in right now if you wish. They'd be more than happy to 'play' with you all night long though I am quite sure they would eat you after they had gotten their fun." His silver tongue silenced the little girl quickly and he chuckled as she turned her head away. "Much better but do not look away, open your mouth."

When she refused Lesia watched Marek backhand her and put a hand around her throat. He squeezed enough to hinder but not block her air; from the size of his arms it seemed to be an easy task. She was sure that he could have ripped her head from her shoulders if he had wanted. "Open your mouth."

Marek smiled as she complied and let his breeches drop, his large cock pressed against her lips and into her pert little mouth causing her to choke a little. She stood there looking up at him, clearly she was scared witless. He put his hands on the back of the humanoid kitten's head and pushed her head into his crotch as far as it would go, her continued choking caused him to smile as he pulled her head backward and began using his hips to fuck her mouth. After a moment he stopped and eyed her menacingly. "Pleasure your master or face his wrath."

She couldn't speak with her mouth so full so she just complied, Lesia watched her put a hand on his shaft and jerk it softly while she suckled on the head and as much of the large half-breed's cock as she could.

She watched the two of them for what seemed like hours, she was hypnotized by his treatment of this little creature. So much was she enthralled that she almost failed to notice that her own fingers were dancing almost tauntingly at the opening of her little pussy. She used her dexterous fingers to massage and pierce just a small bit inside while the large orc fucked the little girl's head. He apparently was finished with the preliminaries, Lesia was in awe and sickness at the same time when Marek pushed her to the ground and grabbed her wiggling little legs.

"No! No please! Mishna will be good, she promises just not that!" The small cat-like creature closed her eyes tight as she felt him push his hard oversized cock against her virgin cunt. "It hurts! You're too big for me!"

"Shut up slave-girl, or I will cut your tongue out. That would be a shame, I like the way you use it." He put a hand over her mouth to silence the scream he knew was coming even before he forced a good amount of his man-part into her painfully tight hole. She spread wide and her eyes followed the same. Her scream was muffled but Lesia heard it clearly.

She wanted to free the little girl so badly but there was nothing she could do. She watched on in mixed horror and curiosity. The large half-orc was thrusting his hips slowly; apparently he didn't want to damage his new toy too much. She knew from his face that he was enjoying the feeling; her own body was hot and flushed as she watched the blood and juices stain the pillows below the writhing little black-furred girl.

A splatter of hot gooey liquid hit her hand; her first orgasm in weeks was a strange feeling to her. She could feel the effects of it even though she had stopped playing with her lips after the initial burst. Moving her hand close to her face she lapped at the thick sweet juices while she watched and waited for the flushed bluish color to leave her skin.

"Please master, you're killing me!" She reached up and tried to dig her nails into his flesh but his tough skin rejected her immediately with a mere scrape. He seemed to enjoy the action though he held her arms down and moved his face close to her undeveloped little body.

"Shut your mouth or I will take your little ass hole as well. That will be an adventure yes?" He smiled down at her hurt silence and continued to thrust against her. The head of his dick was buried deep inside of her body, he couldn't force himself all the way inside of her or he would tear her insides apart so he was satisfied with the feeling of extreme tightness he was getting. He had fucked her mouth many nights but this was the first time he had chosen to pierce her. Taking her virginity and breaking her hymen was a very satisfying thing for him. Her writhing was only serving to make him more excited and he quickly reached his peak inside of her, he let his balls drain out and fill her hole up until he was sure she would burst. Pulling out of her he watched in wonder as the stretched little hole began to close and gush out red blood and white cum.

"I will heal it now so that it does not get infected; I plan to keep you around a long time my little darling." Marek pulled a pouch of herbs out of his nearby belt and rubbed them onto her bleeding hole. He was too big for her body; he knew it because he knew she was barely twelve in her people's years. Whispering a soft incantation he inspected the little hole to make sure she would not get an infection. Satisfied, he shackled her to a metal stake not far from his bed of pillows. "Lick my hand and my cock clean little slave."

He smiled when she obeyed without question and leaned his head back to revel in the feeling of her little tongue and mouth exploring his manhood. "Mishna, if you're a good girl and satisfy your master when he wants he will keep you around for a long time, now eat you need your strength."

Lesia had regained her breath and watched the half-orc pitch a bag at the slave-girl. She ravenously ate bread, cheese and meat wrapped in an oiled cloth. She was sure that the slave was only being fed once or twice a day if she was lucky. The defiled little girl looked a little thin. She was horrified at the sight of her hand and the taste on her lips; it was not unusual for her to pleasure herself. She had played with her softness several times in her life but this particular scene had made her as horny as the little girl named Mishna was hungry. She had fucked herself into an orgasm in record time while watching the girl get raped. "Maybe I am a twisted freak."

She had been branded as such several times after some of her 'tasteless' jokes. All of which had been played on her own people. The plight of the little girl forgotten she stood and fluttered off to her home. It was only a few minutes flight for her but she was swift. From the hole in her tree she could see the lights of the orcish camp and barely hear the snores of the orcs themselves. Laying herself down on a bed of soft moss and leaves underneath she sighed and began to cry about what she had done. The little girl had needed help and all Lesia had done was pleasure herself to the sounds of a young girl being fucked, raped, taken against her will.

"What is wrong with me? Is my blood so tainted?" Silence was her answer but she could still feel the twitching of her womanhood as it continued to tremor with small orgasms. The answer was apparent and obvious but she continued to deny it sighting the whole thing as a fluke of judgment. She vowed to help free the little cat creature tomorrow. Throwing her favorite tunic to the side she laid upon the soft bed and closed her eyes for the night.

**

Morning came and greeted her with the first rays of the sun touching her face and creeping along her nude body almost hungrily. She smiled and greeted the morning by blowing a kiss to the sun and gathering some fruits from her store to eat. She felt ravenous having gone to bed last night without eating so she ate a double helping. After eating she gathered up a less-prized tunic and pulled it over her body less for modesty and more for protection. Because magic was in her blood she wasn't required to study her spells in the morning, only meditate and gather her arcane energy for the day. After a brief meditation she walked over to a small chest that contained a few of her belongings. Among them a ring her mother had given her when she was small and a pair of sprite-sized boots she slipped on her feet. The magic in these items was not all-powerful but it would help her during the day as she tried to free the little girl. "Don't worry Mishna, I will get you free."

With that she stepped out of her home and took flight for the orc camp, on the way she again touched the amulet nestled between her budding little breasts and invoked it's magic. Being a full foot shorter than most pixies made it easy for her to blend in and be unseen even though she could turn invisible at will like the rest of her kin. She reached the orc encampment and gasped as she landed the stones the orcs had gathered were assembling themselves. As suddenly as she landed she felt an oppressive presence that made her blood run cold. In the center of the clearing stood a man cloaked and shrouded in a black hooded robe. He stood statue-like still as he watched the tower assemble itself. Shaking herself from the stupor she focused on listening as Marek talked to the tall man.

"...and accept my apologies again master, the orcs I have taken in are fat lazy brutes that complain about working." Marek was almost groveling to the figure that had his back to the entire orc gathering standing at the tree line.

As the figure spoke in return his voice grated on her brain as if someone had put a bore-beetle in her ear. She clutched her ears and noticed all of the orcs present did the same, even Marek, the tough half-orc flinched but didn't cover his ears. The ethereal-sounding detached voice echoed throughout the copse. "Then they will recompense for their impertinence, I have no want for languid a workforce when there is vital work to be finished. The indolent pigs will depart this life now."

As every orc present dropped to the ground lifeless and dead Lesia's jaw dropped. The man had just barely waved his hand behind him. She watched Marek grovel and lay there on his hands and knees with his face pressed to the ground, apparently waiting for his master to speak. "The work will be completed prior to twilight, and as a consideration to you for your hard labor Marek I have secured your favorite pet."

"Thank you master, I am at your service." Marek still groveled on the ground and Lesia realized that he was awaiting permission to stand. She was insanely afraid of this thing with the unholy aura about it.

As she watched a pair of shadowy figures appeared near the cloaked man and then bowed their heads, Lesia heard nothing but the pair nodded and disappeared in a swirl of shadows.

"My servants will gather more of the savages from the surrounding hills. Until then I will have a pair patrol the area and dispose of the bodies." Without another word the dark figure disappeared, taking his aura of evil with him.

Lesia took a deep breath and sighed, she noted that Marek the half-orc did the same. He went about his business taking care of a few odds and ends as the tower assembly continued. Lesia could sense the tremendous magic circulating throughout the clearing. Without another word she willed herself into invisibility and took off toward Marek's tent. Seeing no one around she landed on the top near the hole she had cut and elongated it a bit. Slipping through the crack she landed on a nearby table and took a survey of the room. Mishna was sleeping on the pillows still staked to the ground and the tent itself was almost bare save for a few pieces of furniture. She noted the presence of a small box on one of the tables and her curiosity peaked.

"I wonder." She whispered as she fluttered over to the table and inspected the lock. It may have been trouble for someone big and clumsy but the lock looked relatively simple to her. Taking out a pair of picks she leaned down and began working on the lock as quietly as possible. It didn't take long for the lock to open under her skilled fingers. Slowly she opened the lid and flung it wide only to have her ears nearly shattered by a loud shrieking sound. She knew immediately that she had made a mistake; the top of the box was coated with Shrieker Paste made from underground mushrooms called Shriekers. Without wasting any time she spun and found Mishna staring right at her, Lesia longed to save the little girl but she dared not tarry. Just as the flap swung open she willed herself into invisibility again and darted through the hole in the tent.

"Mishna, what the hell was that?" Marek bellowed as she laid herself down on the top of the tent and listened hard. She dared not move even though she was invisible and could fly.

"Master I do not know!" Mishna's scared voice called out in answer from across the room. "I did not see anything I just heard your box cry out."

"I saw a flicker of movement; someone is playing at a dangerous game!" Marek was yelling at the top of his lungs. After a moment he began talking in some bizarre language that sounded like gravel grating together, moments after that two of the strange guards the cloaked figure had left came rushing out of the tent and began sweeping the area.

After a few moments she leaned over and peered into the hole she had made only to find Marek staring up at it himself with a puzzled look on his face. "Mishna was that hole there before?"

"I think so master, your orcs do not work so well." She bowed her head to the ground and awaited further questioning and orders.

"They don't work at all now, the necromancer killed them all. All he did was flick his wrist and every single one of them dropped to the floor." Marek sighed softly and put a hand on his forehead. "Such easy death, not that I cared about the brutes but life does not seem to hold much meaning for him."

"You fear for yourself master?" Mishna dared speak and looked up at her master's back for a moment. Lesia almost sensed compassion emanating from her but she was sure she was mistaken.

"How soon will I wear out my usefulness and become a walking corpse." It took a moment but Marek turned to her and shrugged softly.

Lesia froze; her illusions didn't work on undead creatures. Warily she turned around and found one of the odd shadowy creatures the necromancer had summoned looking directly at her, its cold red eyes staring hungrily. She took no further chances and began flying away, looking over her shoulder at an army of dead orcs marching into the camp. "By the gods."

As she was flying away she heard the shadowy creature screech and begin babbling madly in a chorus of different voices, it sounded as if a hundred insane humanoids were trying to talk all at once. Her ears were too sensitive for such things; she put her delicate hands over them and flew as fast as she could. The haunting image of a throng of undead creatures moving into position around the camp danced through her head as she sat on a tree branch up high looking down at the camp.

She almost felt as if Marek himself needed a way out of that place as well but she knew that she was just imagining things. If the Half-Orc wanted his way out he would find it. He seemed capable and the orcs had all bowed to him, Lesia knew that was not an easy feat. She sighed softly as she watched the odd shadowy creatures flit and flutter around the camp as if in an excited tizzy. The dead orcs had all shuffled to the work site and were even now assisting in building the tower along with whatever magic was at work. It seemed like a hopeless cause for now because of the fact that the undead creatures in the camp were able to see through her spells.

For a long time she watched all of the hustle and bustle in the camp. The day passed and the sun began to sink into the sky as fast as her eyelids were sinking. Not bothering to return to her home she let sleep take her from the branch she was on.

Not long after she had drifted off to sleep she heard a chorus of loud shrieks and watched the shadow-shaped undead creatures disappear from the camp and soon after that the undead guards shuffled away as well. Her curiosity was peaked when she saw Marek leave the tent still in full armor and rush off into the tree line after the undead creatures. Lesia had never seen a better chance so she quickly dropped from the tree and darted toward the large tent. It took no time for her to hit the tent and slip inside the hole she had made. Inside she found the same scene she had been faced with last time only this time she went to her original work. "Mishna wake up!"

The little feline girl sat up at full attention and her eyes went wide at the sight before her, as if she had never seen a fey creature before. "Who are you?"

"The name is Lesia, I'm a pixie. Now let me get you free of that so we can get you out of here." Before Mishna could ask any further questions she cast a quick spell on the shackle and watched it unlatch and fall to the ground. "Quickly, let's get out of here before they return!"

"I can't! He'll find me if I try!" Mishna curled up in a little furry ball and lay back down on the pillows below her. She looked more like a frightened child at this moment than she had when Lesia had first seen her.

"No, Mishna quickly you have to get up and come with me!" Lesia sighed and flew over to the scared little cub. Her delicate hands rested on Mishna's knee for a moment. "I can get you out of here; I even have a place you can stay."

"Really? I don't know, I mean Marek is a powerful priest if he catches me he is going to sell me off or kill me." Mishna's voice was quivering and soft-spoken. It was apparent to Lesia that she had been in Marek's hands, or had been a slave, for quite some time.

"I can create a decoy of you that will look and act exactly like you; he won't know you're gone until he goes to touch you again." Lesia put a hand on the soft black fur of her lithe little body and looked nervously toward the door. It was taking way too long to convince her to leave. "If we're going to go we have to go now!"

"I'm afraid Lesia, I don't want to make my master angry again!" Mishna looked down to the ground and sighed softly as she traced her thin little finger across one of the pillows. "If he catches me I'm as good as dead."

"He won't catch you if you come with me now!" Lesia pulled on her hand as she fluttered her little wings and smiled as Mishna stood up and began to follow her. She quickly used one of her inherent abilities to create an illusionary duplicate of Mishna laying in the corner sleeping.

"You were the one that was in here earlier aren't you?" Mishna asked curiously as Lesia lead her toward the flap of the tent. "What were you doing in my master's special box?"

"My original intent was to free you, quickly and quietly now. We have to get out of the camp and keep going until we get to my home." Lesia led her outside and looked around cautiously. "Come on, you can run right?"

"Yes, lead the way Lesia!" Mishna was whispering as best she could but Lesia almost flinched at the volume of it. Her ears were especially sensitive. She led Mishna out of the camp and into the forest. The young girl had amazing stamina and was able to keep up with Lesia a lot better than she had thought. Once they reached her tree Lesia looked around and sighed softly. "That was too easy."

"Climb up to the highest branch Mishna and I will show you the hiding place." Lesia fluttered up and dropped onto a nearby branch. "Come on, I know you're tired but we're almost there."

"Okay, I'm not that good at climbing though." Mishna locked her little claws into the tree and began climbing awkwardly toward the highest branch on the old oak. Several times she slipped and began to fall but Lesia had a spell on reserve that made her float like a feather in the breeze. After a few more minutes of trying Mishna finally reached the tallest branch she could stand on and locked onto the tree with both claws. The small hole that was Lesia's home was before Mishna and she looked rather puzzled. "Lesia I don't think I can fit in there."

"Don't worry; I made this place myself with the help of a dryad friend of mine. She lives in this tree and she let me lace the area with protective and helpful spells. Just give me a moment." Lesia walked between Mishna's legs and inside of the small hole. Placing her hands on a rune not far from the entrance she spoke a few arcane words and watched as an amazed Mishna shrank down to the size of a pixie. "See, no problem."

Lesia smiled as Mishna walked past her and into the warm one-roomed living area. She had large bed of moss and a shelf built into the side of the tree that held her books. Her desk was also a part of the tree and in the very back there was a stairwell leading down to a second room where she kept her alchemical equipment. Mishna was all smiles when she walked over to the shelf and looked around. Lesia noted a look of confusion mixed with wonder as she looked over the vast collection of books on the shelf. "You can't read can you Mishna?"

"No, I grew up in slavery. We were not given such luxuries as clothes and books." Mishna walked over to the pegs that Lesia had hung her clothing on and ran her hand across the silken blue tunic that hung there. "You have such nice things Lesia."

"Thank you Mishna, but they're just a few trinkets I keep around. I would usually have much better accommodations but..." Lesia paused and decided not to reveal any of her more troubled past. "These do for now."

"How can I ever repay you for your kindness?" Mishna turned to her and sat down on the floor near Lesia's bed. "I owe you much for freeing me."

"You owe me nothing Mishna, please sit on the bed if you like. Or on one of the chairs, you are a guest in my house you need not be shy about it." Lesia felt her eyes wandering down to the point where Mishna's legs met. She had never thought of extracting a price from the little cub but it had been a long time since Lesia had taken on a mate, her loins stirred slightly. It was not uncommon for a fey to take on a mate or several mates but that was where Lesia had cut herself off from other fey. She refused to take on her mates as life-mates; the extended commitment to one person was more than she could wrap her mind around.

Mishna studied Lesia for a moment and Lesia knew she was looking. Knowing that she sat down on the chair and let her legs hang open, revealing her womanly parts from beneath the tunic. She felt ashamed of herself for trying to take advantage of the vulnerable girl that looked to be roughly her age but she couldn't help herself. Her sex drive had been overactive since she had first watched Marek rape Mishna.

"I know what you want and I will give it to you." Mishna rose up and walked over to Lesia with a sultry gait and before Lesia could protest she felt two small hands running up her thighs.

Lesia's head fell backward and she let out a long groan of pleasure. Mishna's lips worked slowly up her soft milky-white skin and toward her virginity. She had never been pierced by a man but she had tasted the passion of a woman on several occasions. A soft tongue brushed across the open skin of her clit and soon after she felt lips closing around it in a suckling manner. Lesia instantly clenched her muscles and shook with intense delight, wetting Mishna's lips and face in a soft rush of thick sweet fluid. She could feel the little kitten purring against her as the tongue continued to lap and lick at her slit. One finger went inside of her and she quickly pushed it back a bit, she didn't want to despoil her hymen but she looked down at Mishna through a light blue blush and sighed. "No, don't put your fingers too far inside."

The little fingers massaged at her soft skin and teased her slit until she felt Mishna stand up and part her legs by holding her ankles apart. Mishna brushed her pussy against Lesia's and suddenly the fey felt a burst of warmth, her body responded to the gentle humping instinctively and she bucked up without thinking. Lesia was beside herself as she felt another splash of hot liquid gush forth from her body and wet Mishna's already-matted fur. Lesia reached her hands around Mishna's back and slipped a finger across the sticky opening of Mishna's cunt then pushed the finger back upward and probed it into the young cub's tight little asshole. She got a satisfied purr from it and soon she felt Mishna stiffen and go limp against her. Their breathing was all that could be heard for the longest time until Mishna stopped her purring to kiss Lesia with white sticky lips.

Lesia loved the taste of her own juices; it was like vanilla and honey mixed together. She kissed Mishna deeply with her tongue and pulled back to look sheepishly at the cub. "I'm sorry; I let my body get the best of me. You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but it was nice. I've never felt so close to someone before, it was beautiful. My sex has always been forced and rough. I wanted to do this, I wanted to have you." Mishna kissed her again and smiled as she looked into the fey's lovely blue eyes. "You have such pretty eyes Lesia."

"Thank you Mishna, you aren't so bad yourself." The pair giggled and soon settled down into the soft moss of the bed. Lesia draped a blanket over the moss when Mishna found it a little uncomfortable. With silk below her and a warm kitten cub next to her she felt a sense of peace for the first time in a long time.

As they slept, nether of them could notice the soft glow coming from a collar hidden in the fur of Mishna's neck. The collar, long forgotten by the small cub glowed softly as the sovereign call of its creator beckoned across a relatively small distance.