Andromeda Date 1, Part 4: End Phase

Caoimhe

As soon as curfew is done, Caoimhe unlocks her chastity belt. While she can appreciate it as useful for her male form, a drow woman should not be caught wearing such a ridiculous thing.

Kevin: +5 BP (cage w/ self holding key)

That warmth burning in her belly hasn’t faded, even after a cold shower. The sometimes drow sits on the loveseat, wearing just a fluffy bath robe, thinking. Why did watching Gaia’s training do this to me? Is this what the whole femdom thing is about?

“You okay, Mistress?” Winter asks, looking quite adorable in the maid outfit worn.

“I’m still worked up from watching Gaia whip an angel.”

“Oh, Prudence was here?” Winter asks, “I haven’t seen much of her. Just the occasional visit to handle Producer business. What do you want to do?”

“I-I don’t know. I intellectually understand that I was going to get aroused like this sooner or later but I don’t know what to do about it.”

Winter kneels at Caoimhe’s feet. The maid looks up to say, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe? It could help me sort out my mess of feelings...”

Winter inches closer, placing hands on Caoimhe’s knees. Caoimhe feels a couple of gentle squeezes. “Every time I saw the whip thwack, I kept imagining it landing on your beautiful back, bringing the most delectable welts on it. But I know Kevin doesn’t want to hurt you. And...”

Winter inches closer still, hands gliding up to Caoimhe’s thighs. “Mistress, drow have natural tendencies towards BDSM. It is perfectly natural for you to want to whip me. It is perfectly natural for me to want to be whipped. I understand your hesitation, though. We are still new to both of our arrangements. Perhaps we should work our way up to the full-blown thing?”

Caoimhe leans forward, gently lifting Winter’s chin up. “You want your Mistress to whip you?”

“Occasionally,” the maid says, smiling. “I will point out for both my Mistress’s and my boyfriend’s benefit, that you both have access to healing magic. You can patch me up as soon as we are done. Plus, the sex toy whips don’t hurt nearly as much as a real one.”

Caoimhe thinks, stroking the maid’s chin. Winter leans into the touch, squeezing Caoimhe’s thighs as she does. The burning in her lower belly rises.

The maid smiles a little more widely, a little more mischievously. “Would Mistress want me to take care of her needs right now?”

Caoimhe gets a whiff of a new smell. She breaks contact to look at her now exposed crotch. It fascinates and disturbs her to examine it at the same time. She’s glistening down there.

“Are you okay with that? I thought you were... I don’t actually know how to phrase this with your transformation?”

Winter scoots close enough for the maid’s breath to blow across her moistened slit. “If you are asking about my sexuality, I am a masculine preferring pansexual. Most people from this world are pansexual, by the way. I am attracted to BOTH of your forms, Mistress, not just my sexy bull boyfriend. So, I am okay doing this. Are you, or is this too soon?”

Caoimhe stares into Winter’s eyes, looking for not deceit, exactly, more like an attempt to sense whether Winter is offering this due to expectations. The maid isn’t returning eye contact, preferring to stare directly at Caoimhe’s Underdark instead, lips being licked.

“Isn’t Craig supposed to be back?”

Winter blinks at the non sequitur. The maid gets up and walks away, pressing a finger to an ear. The maid returns, “He’s in the infirmary, recovering from a raid he somehow managed to participate in. We have the bedroom to ourselves tonight, Mistress.”

Well, I guess I want to try. “May we try this in bed, Winter? Gentle. This is going to be my first time.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Caoimhe peels off her robe, baring her lithe drow body. She crawls into bed, shifting to lay on her back. Winter is quite eager to strip, the maid’s outfit shed and left in a pile on the floor. Positioned between Caoimhe’s legs, the drow maid shows off another lithe lilac-skinned body, with wiry muscles a little too thin and a small cage fashioned between the legs. Seeing Winter secured that way drives Caoimhe wild. Yes, THAT is someone who looks good locked up tight.

“May I have your key?” Caoimhe blurts out.

Winter waggles a pointer finger and tsks, “Not until you are fully committed as my mistress, Mistress.”

Then, the maid gets on elbows and starts ministrations of Caoimhe’s Underdark entrance. Tongue lapping, fingers spreading, cute butt wiggling in the air. Caoimhe feels the urge to grab Winter’s hair and shove the maid into her crotch; she resists because she knows she’s not ready.

Winter starts to hum. The maid’s tongue finds Caoimhe’s little nub and the sometimes drow sees stars. The sensation is exotic and intoxicating; she can see how women can enjoy sex. Caoimhe thinks she still prefers plunging Kevin’s cock into Winter’s rear exit, but she can get used to this.

Her Underdark cave is quivering, desperately writhing for something not there. She suspects that she is close. Her breath catches, she is audibly gasping to the rhythm of Winter’s tongue strokes. The tip is flicking her nub quite insistently.

Caoimhe can’t resist anymore; the tension is too much. She drags Winter’s head forward, demanding, “Finish the job, sub!”

Winter does as commanded. Immaculately.

When she comes to, Winter is beside her, offering a back to cuddle into. Caoimhe is a little confused.

Winter answers the unasked question, “Traditionally, the Mistress is the big spoon. Unless you would...”

Caoimhe doesn’t give her sub a chance. Her arms wrap possessively around the maid, one around the maid’s chest. Her other hand rests on the cage, enjoying the feel of the metal warming in her grasp.

Winter rubs shoulder blades into Caoimhe’s bared nipples, sighing in satisfaction.

Caoimhe murmurs before falling into reverie, “We are doing that again.”

Winter murmurs back, “Very good, my Mistress.”

Andromeda

Mona is buzzing with excitement and a touch of poor sportsmanship as the two ascend to the Mistress Suite. Andromeda tries her best to match Mona’s energy; she is a little dissatisfied with the win, given that it was partly due to the unwritten rules of the DDH social contract. If Tyalangan kept her counterspell mana up like a proper player...

“Hey, Andromeda, can we talk?”

Andromeda blinks, getting out of her own head. They are in the Suite properly now. “I am sure we can build you a proper deck...”

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! Follow Diet During Date (+10 BP)

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! No teleporting (+10 BP)

“Oh, that sounds like fun, but that’s not what I want to talk about. Two things: one, how do you want bedroom time to go tonight and two, what are you hiding from me? And don’t say you’re not hiding something. The letters I got really made me think about how much I am out of my own life’s loop.”

The arcanist android considers the question. Is Mona ready? I doubt it. I’m still not ready for the truth and I already know some of it.

“I have been sworn to secrecy.”

Mona looks disappointed, probing, “by...?”

“Tyalangan. During the opening ceremony.”

The gamer girl sighs. Andromeda knows that, when she really wants to apply herself, Mona is no fool. The gears in the Mistress’s head are turning. “This have to do with the big bad at the end?”

Andromeda nods.

“How bad?” Mona asks.

“My nightmares during my last night dreaming were so vivid that I am glad that I will never sleep again.”

Mona’s eyes widen in terror for a moment. Then, she takes a deep breath and slowly pushes the air out. Her fists are in tight little balls as she says, “I’m sorry for doubting you, Andromeda. You’ll tell me when you can, right?”

“Of course. When we have something like the start of a plan, we will share. Just too many unknowns to disturb you more than absolutely necessary.”

Mona relaxes a little. “We?”

Andromeda answers, noting how Mona reacts to Craig when he is mentioned, “Kevin got a lesser version of the same information. We’ve shared some with the others, except Craig. You probably know as much as Gaia and Tessa already. You know more than Tegan, because she doesn’t believe the threat is real yet.”

Mona nods, looking like she feels a little bit better about the situation. They head towards the bedroom. Mona sits down on the bed, “So, did I ruin the whole mood asking? As much as I want to do sexy stuff with you, I get if you...”

Andromeda gets on her knees and pulls her clothes into her inventory. Mona is entranced by the glowing blue leylines that cover her skin in increasingly complex patterns. “Mona, I am fine with providing some pleasure for you. Are you okay?”

The gamer girl is too busy drooling and ogling to respond. Andromeda places her hands on Mona’s waist, along the hem of her skirt, as she waits. She is patient.

“Ah, yeah. If you want?”

With efficient hands, the arcanist android undresses Mona from the waist down. She folds and places the items to the side, then gently spread Mona’s legs apart to sit between them. Andromeda examines Mona’s nethers. Clean, free from errant hairs and stubble, a little heart of pubic hair above. Andromeda did this with Gaia; she can do this again.

“Are you ready, Mona?”

Andromeda applies little kisses to the inner thighs while waiting for Mona to answer; the gamer girl squirms, but starts to play with Andromeda’s hair. The android takes that as permission, especially when Mona starts to nudge her head closer to the gamer’s love tunnel.

Between kisses, Andromeda asks, “How much experience do you have with toys?”

Mona starts to answer, only to be stunned into silence once Andromeda starts lightly licking along the edges of puffy lower lips. Then her words turn to happy babbling. Andromeda applies more pressure, more energy, a tiny bit more lube (she figured out that her salivary glands [among other things] have been converted to lube synthesizers when she read her manual).

Mona stammers out a semi-coherent, “M-M-M-More!”

So, more she gets. Tight little circles around Mona’s love button with her slightly bifurcated tongue. She starts the pulses, low speed, spaced apart far enough to make it seem intentional, right as Mona begins a long groan. She thinks she nearly got Mona there, only for the Mistress to push her off.

“What I do wrong?”

Instead of answering, Mona leans down and asks, “Did they really give you a vibrator dildo tongue?”

Instead of just saying yes, Andromeda protracts her tongue to present it. Mona traces along the silicone texture, blinking in wonder. She fully leans back after a few moments, “Okay, now that I know, I am totally fine with this. Go for it!”

So, Andromeda starts again, adding pulses as she goes. Mona groans appreciatively. When she starts to dip into the love canal with her tongue, an explosion of taste nearly overwhelms her. She focuses her mind to not just plow into Mona like a woman starved. Whatever else they did to me, they tuned me to crave her. Pretty insidious, but perhaps warranted?

Mona starts to whimper, “So close, so close, so close!”

Andromeda feels around with her tongue until she notes the subtle texture change in the fluttering canal walls. With rapid pulses and flicking, Mona falls apart in dramatic fashion. Andromeda drinks as much of Mona’s fluids flowing from her love fountain as she can. It’s the first thing she’s consumed since she became like this; she doubts anything else will compare.

Andromeda: +4 XP (Bring Mistress to Orgasm [Carpet Munching], x2 bonus [First-time Mistress participant])

“Need some help tucking her in?” a voice from behind asks. Andromeda stands and turns to see a sea elf in a maid’s dress, holding a scroll.

“If you don’t mind.”

Handing her prize from the game off, the maid moves to untuck the sheets. Mona, a big grin on her passed out face, lays there. Andromeda undoes the sleeping girl’s bra and frees her from the confines of her top. It looks like she’s lost a pound or two since the start of the week. Decent progress, all things considered.

Andromeda: +2 XP (Undress the Mistress)

Andromeda and the maid pull to get Mona’s head resting on her pillow, then the sheets over her.

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem. I’ve seen how much of a handful Mona is.”

The android smiles, “She’s not that bad.”

A bark of laughter erupts as the maid waves goodnight. Andromeda crawls into the covers at starts her scribing in stand-by mode. I can get used to this.