Side Piece: The March to the Frisbee

May was miserable lumbering through the snow. Jaqueline could see that. The playful spirit knew she could and should make things a bit easier for the poor brunette, but that silly business with her amateur spell-casting still stung. Plus that May was a total bombshell, which meant Jaqueline wanted to toy with her all the more.

From her perch in the nude tree, she let out a wolf whistle, worthy even of her wilder friends, before ducking back behind the trunk. Obviously, May couldn't see her, but it was still good practice. The clueless human turned about it that bewildered way all humans do when witnessing magic, before shrugging as they return to their mundane worlds.

Emboldened by the effectiveness of her recent mischief, Jaqueline padded gleefully towards the human. Her airy footfalls, barely more than a slight breeze, were all the more unnoticeable next the deep gauging trenches of May's destructive stomping. Few humans could walk through snow without disrupting its serine beauty, but this one didn't even seem to be trying. Couldn't that silly woman see how much fun winter was?

Slowly, sensually, Jaqueline draped herself over May, prompting a slight shiver from her unwitting playmate. Didn't she remember how much fun they had in her dream last night? Maybe a little coaxing would help. Jaqueline tenderly placed icy kisses on May's ear, trickling her touch down to the woman's neck. May responded with a reflexive swat, far less endearing than the wanton moan that oozed from between her lips when she'd been helpless in the dream space. Jaqueline mimicked the sound, ooo-ing in a delicately scintillating fashion.

This at least provoked a more curious response from May. The human perked up and looked around. Jaqueline giggled silently. A bit of flirtatious teasing could easily get things started. Deftly she spun about May. Inverting herself to better get into the mindset of kinky fun, she blew out a gust that sounded just enough like a squeal of delight to further pique her plaything's interest.

That was the plan anyway, Jaqueline thought she did a wonderful job mimicking a human's ring of passion, but May didn't even look up this time, merely hunched her shoulders and trudged on. "At least, somebody's getting it on," she mumbled to herself.

You got it on with me last night, thought Jaqueline to herself with a huff of frustration. Okay, they hadn't actually done any of the real fun stuff. The mischievous spirit had been careful to always stay a few steps away from, what did the humans call it, third place? It didn't matter. What mattered was she did all her best moves, got this submissive lesbian all kinds of horny, and in a supposedly depressing winter wonderland to boot.

Maybe a reminder of last night's bondage would stir somethin. Jaqueline curled her long delicate fingers around May's wrists like the shackles had in their shared dream. The nude woman had been led by icy chains through the serene yet sinister halls in her dream space, with only the whispering wind to distract her. The everpresent tug on her restrained wrists had pulled her deeper into the threatening dungeon, where a cell was already prepared. Gently, Jaqueline tugged in the same way, but May responded automatically. There was no tingle of goosebumps, no pulsing inner warmth to meet the outer cold. Nor was there any spring added to her supposedly bedraggled steps. Jaqueline thought she caught a glimmer of curiosity in the corner of her plaything's eye? but May merely shrugged and continued walking, apathetic to the strange wind.

Jaqueline sighed, maybe she'd need a more direct approach. Slowly, gently she blew across May's firm tits hardening her nipples until they were like delicate little icicles. The erect nubin's would be extra sensitive and pressing against her bra. It was just like what she'd done when May'd been finally taken to her cell, except last night it'd been sans bra (and all other clothing). But this should still be close enough to remind the former captive of how Jaqueline had tickled her nipples just right, then hung the clamps in front of her nose and let the anticipation build. Trepidation and glee had fluttered through the captive human so deliciously. But this time May merely shivered, and not the good kind of, "oo I wonder what's going to happen next; there's spiders crawling up my spine," shiver. This was just a boring reaction of mild annoyance.

Jaqueline gently sighed again, letting her own annoyance leak out. This wasn't working out. She could lead a human to water, but couldn't make her drink, no matter how thirsty she was. With a nimble twirl, she sprang away from May, and soared up to her apartment. There was more than one way to shave a pussy. It'd be tricky, but if she rearranged some of the naughty young woman's clothes she'd get the hint.