Kenzi's heart beat rapidly.
Bo was all around her. Bo, that lovely, gorgeous, hot, sexy succubus was pressed up against her from all sides. Her naked flesh pressed against Kenzi's. Bo was all she could sense.
She felt Bo's legs under her legs. She felt Bo's breasts behind her head. She felt Bo's stomach against her back. She felt Bo's arms wrapped around her midsection. She felt every minute change in contact as Bo breathed evenly. And Bo felt amazing.
Even though Kenzi wasn't all that into women, she could still see female sexiness when she saw it, and it appealed to her on some lower level. And sometimes when she was drunk, she would make out with a girl to attract a hot guy, or fondle a sorority girl while working a sting operation for Bo. It would always feel nice, but she wouldn't seek it out so much as use it as a means to an end. She was fine with Bo and Lauren getting it on, no doubt, but the rainbow scene wasn't hers.
Yet, Bo was always attractive. She knew succubi had evolved to hunt humans through appealing to their sense of what would make the best female sex partner, like the Venus flytrap lured its prey through smelling like food. Even though Kenzi didn't usually go for gals, and she made a point of telling Bo she wasn't into that, it was always dead obvious Bo would make a good fuck if Kenzi ever so desired.
Kenzi knew Bo was designed to be the perfect lover to any human. Her anatomy was gorgeous to gaze at. Her skin had a glow to it that attracted the eye and held it. And her smell. Though it embarrassed her to even admit it to herself, Bo BO always turned her on a little. All the commercial perfumes on the market with claims to attract people like feral cats in heat paled in comparison to Bo's natural scent.
It was pheromones. She'd figured that out pretty quickly. Bo could consciously release pheromones in a quick burst to control people through their own randiness, but she was also doing some unconscious, consistent release to make people attracted to her.
Now Bo's pheromones were sinking into her all over her body. Kenzi was soaking in it!
"Comfortable, Kenzi?" Bo asked softly, her breath tickling Kenzi's ear.
Kenzi tried to say yes, but what came out was a squeak. She cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah."
Bo sucked in a breath as if to keep from laughing. Kenzi caught glimpses of her wide smile. "Good. Now, let's get you cleaned up."
What?
Bo shifted Kenzi on her lap, holding her one-handed as she reached across the edge of the tub.
Kenzi gasped as her skin slipped across Bo's. She felt Bo's heavy breasts press against her back, and she got a big whiff of underarm pheromones. Just as suddenly, Bo shifted back, pulling Kenzi back against Bo like before.
This time, however, Bo held body soap and a loofah sponge. She lathered up the sponge, set the soap down outside the tub, and started cleaning Kenzi.
Kenzi stayed still as Bo held her upright with one hand and rubbed soap on her with the other. She was shocked by how nice it felt. Bo was wiping off the sweat, and cleaning her, and it felt great.
She moaned as Bo moved the sponge over her breast area. The succubus knew how to make the simplest movements feel incredible.
It was only after hearing Bo chuckle that she realized what happened. Her cheeks flushed, but they were already flushed. This entire night was testing the limits of her facial blood vessels.
As Bo continued cleaning her, a vague memory flickered into Kenzi's head of the puppy she attempted to adopt as a kid. Before her stepfather made her get rid of it, she had attempted to keep an adorable Samoyed pup that always looked happy. She recalled bathing it and brushing its fur. It was important for owners to take care of their pets.
Not that Bo was her, um... or that she was Bo's, uh...
She lost focus as Bo stuck her hand between Kenzi's legs to gently clean her inner thighs, which admittedly were quite filthy at the moment. She was pressed against a succubus, marinating in succubus pheromones, and now this!
"Bo..." she tried to say, but it came out as a moan.
"Yes?" Bo asked teasingly.
She twitched her legs and pelvis involuntarily, as if trying to guide Bo's hand. It didn't work; Bo moved very deliberately.
"Damn you, succubus," Kenzi hissed.
"What?" Bo asked, this time sounding concerned. Her hand stopped.
Kenzi shuddered. No, no, Bo. It wasn't that she was upset, just sexually frustrated the way Bo wanted with her goddamn teasing. She needed to make Bo understand that wasn't it.
She twisted around to look at Bo. She first saw her boobs. She blinked and then looked the rest of the way up to her face.
Kenzi only registered little details at first: Bo's arched eyebrows, her dark eyeliner, her soft, protruding lips, her slim, shining nose, and her lovely brown eyes... eyes that now looked at her with concern.
Kenzi opened her mouth to tell Bo she was okay with it, with all of it, but her voice stuck. As much as she now felt hot for Bo, she didn't want to... didn't want to be a girl who fucked girls. Her identity was tied up in her being a normal girl who fucked boys. She was fine being friends with Bo and Lauren, but the idea of being one of them scared her.
When she wore her collar, it was okay because she knew she was under a spell and had no choice. She knew it was making her into Bo's little fuck toy, getting turned on by being a pet, and she was okay having her chi sucked then. After all, Bo owned her and needed her chi to survive.
Now, though... Now?
"Kenzi?"
She looked at Bo, seeing the person this time. Under all that unearthly sexiness was a worried woman, afraid she'd gone too far again. Could Kenzi insult her by really thinking it was bad to be like her?
She looked again at the features of Bo's face. She drank in the pheromones and felt a growing desire, need for sex... with Bo. Her sister. Her "owner." Her protector. Her beloved.
She took a deep breath. Released it.
Aw, screw it.
She closed the distance between them and locked lips with the beautiful woman. Memories of hot, flashy photon fucking came at once, but this was all about kissing. She just wanted to show her desire.
The succubus paused briefly before returning affections with sudden, explosive intensity. Her tongue entered Kenzi's mouth and claimed it as effectively as any shout of "She's mine!", and Kenzi could only hold on and enjoy the ride.
She felt feelings of belonging reemerge from within her. She belonged in this place, with Bo in control. Bo was her owner. Bo owned Kenzi!
Kenzi's feelings of horror and repulsion at what she was turning into were enough to break through the haze of sexual arousal. She yanked her mouth away from Bo's and gasped for breath. "Let go of me," she mumbled, trying not to stare at the succubus' breasts.
"Kenzi..." Bo said with concern, her naturally seductive voice almost enough to make Kenzi come.
"Let go of me!" she shouted, throwing herself against Bo's grip.
She needn't have bothered, as Bo released her at once. Kenzi splashed to the other side of the tub and swiveled around to keep an eye on the Fae, moving her arms to cover herself.
Bo looked hurt and confused.
Kenzi couldn't let that affect her. She needed to think. She knew she had to be still stuck under a spell. Her collar did something to her, something lasting.
She was still unusually aroused by women and... and being a pet. The thought of being Bo's pet, being owned, still turned her on. That was Fae slavery mojo going on!
She swallowed, gathering her thoughts, and then stated firmly, "I'd like to be watched by Lauren now, please."
Bo stared at her, looking like she could cry. "I understand," she said shakily. She stood, sending streams of water down her naked flesh to make her look like a model in a porn mag. She stepped out of the tub and walked out of the room without even bothering to towel off, let alone put on her clothes.
Only a few minutes passed before Lauren came in. Whether she'd stayed naked or had taken off her clothes again for the bath was unclear, but she was just as bare as Kenzi had seen her earlier. She slipped into the bathtub across from her, as much without modesty as Bo had been. "Alright, Kenzi," she said. "What's bothering you?"
Kenzi started explaining what happened and what she'd felt. By the end, she was sobbing in Lauren's arms, resting her head on her shoulder. "I don't want to be a slave! I don't want to...!"
"It's alright," Lauren murmured soothingly, stroking her hair. "It's alright..."
Even this disturbed Kenzi. Lauren's hair-stroking reminded Kenzi of Bo, and how she felt like a pet. When Lauren stroked her, she still felt like a fucking pet. She was like a cat owned by the two women.
"I'm not a pet," she mumbled. "I'm not a pet..."
Lauren's response startled her: "Would you like to be?"
"W-what?" she asked. She sat up to stare at the other woman. "What do you mean?"
"I've seen my share of human pets," Lauren said. "Friends of the Ash and high-ranking Fae would often bring their pets when they came. It was a status signal for some. Others, because they couldn't bear to leave their pets for a moment."
Kenzi sat there, watching with wide eyes as Lauren far too casually for comfort discussed the Fae institution of slavery.
"A lot of the pets have this look to them, like their masters broke them long ago. Most Dark Fae claim their humans after killing and eating their families," Lauren continued, her face faltering a little on that last sentence. "But some of the pets... They look like they're in love, like they chose that life. Some people... some humans... are just naturally submissive."
"Submissive?" Kenzi made a face. "You think I want to be Bo's bitch?"
Lauren didn't respond directly to her question, only held her gaze. "Who made you wear the collar?"
No one. Kenzi put it on herself. "I thought Bo was going to make me," she insisted.
"So, you decided to speed it up for her?" Lauren prodded. "You wanted to make her happy?"
"No," she said, annoyed. "I wasn't doing it for Bo at all!"
"I see," Lauren said, nodding. "You were doing it for yourself."
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "I thought it was pretty and wanted to see how it looked in the mirror. That's it!"
"I bet you thought it was flattering," Lauren speculated. "You saw your name on it and thought Bo was finally appreciating you like she should."
She nodded. "Yeah, yeah! For all she ignores me, I deserve a gift!"
"You liked that she got you something expensive, something tailored just for you, something designed to show the world how much she appreciates you," Lauren said.
Kenzi nodded at each assertion.
"I bet when you started to put it on, you were excited, eager even," Lauren said.
Kenzi nodded. She was.
"When you first wrapped it around your neck and tightened it," Lauren continued, "you felt a sense of strength, because you were finally entering that role where Bo appreciated you. You were where you were supposed to be. You were a pet."
Kenzi stared. What Lauren said sounded... plausible. She knew there were people out there who would assume the roles of pets in their relationships-BDSMers-she just never saw herself as one. On the other hand, she never saw herself falling in lust with a succubus, either.
She licked her lips, trying to process this. What seemed the major sticking point was that the Fae actually enslaved humans. As Kenzi spent the night stuck in a magic collar that made her constantly hot and bothered over being a pet, it was hard not to think that injustice had something to do with her current feelings.
But Lauren was right; she was having feelings on that order before she put her collar on. Though Lauren had indicated it was a Fae fuck toy collar, maybe it was just like a magical vibrator to keep her in the mood. If she were, uh, submissive normally, just apply collar to make her hot over the idea of being a pet.
Did Kenzi want to be a pet? When she took out the factor of coercion... she was very, very confused. But she wasn't completely against it like she was with being a slave.
Bo wasn't a Dark Fae, and she wasn't a Light Fae, and she wouldn't enslave Kenzi. Kenzi was safe with Bo. Which made her feel like a tremendous asshole for freaking out earlier. She would have to appologize.
So, what were Kenzi's thoughts on being an uncoerced pet-like human companion to a friendly neighborhood succubus?