And another chapter... Flea is a bit of a... well, you'll see. This chapter and the next are part of what put the rating up. No, I don't own chrono trigger...
"Girl," Flea's soft voice knifed through the silence. Lyn looked up from the kisch circle to see what her Mistress wanted. She knew Flea wasn't angry; she had been playing with the circle for a while now, and Flea hadn't stopped her.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"It's time to go to bed," the mage answered, in that special, too-kind purr which put Lyn on her guard.
Lyn nodded and stood, following Flea out of the library. When Lyn started to go to her own small room, Flea put a hand on her arm. "No," she murmured. "With me tonight, girl." Gently, the Mazoku guided Lyn to the final door, on the wall between the violet and yellow tapestries.
It was the first time Lyn had been in the Mazoku's bedroom, and she took a moment to look around. There was a large monstrosity of a bed in the corner, big enough for at least three people, Lyn estimated. A wardrobe stood next to the bed, and a fireplace sat in the other corner, a fire already burning, a small table sitting before it. Without surprise, Lyn realized that this room, like the rest of Flea's rooms, was done mostly in white and reds.
"Come here, girl," Flea called, removing a pot from near the fire. "I've been gone from the castle, and the smell of the Human villages clings to me." As she spoke, she poured water from the pot into a large bucket. Lyn approached, and Flea, done with pouring, traced Lyn's ear. "And traces still cling to you, girl. I think we both must get rid of this reek."
Lyn let her fingers follow the trail Flea's had taken, and she gasped, looking at Flea in alarm. "What has happened to me? My ear…"
"I have made you more attractive," Flea answered, looking at the changes her potion had wrought on Lyn's body. The Human's ears were pointed, not as fully as they would be in a day or two, but it was a definite improvement. Some of the red had been leeched from her skin, leaving her paler to Mazoku eyes, and perhaps faintly blue-toned to Humans. Her eyes, though, Flea had to admit the eyes were her favorite change. They had not turned pink, like the eyes of most huelin-sighted Human-born, but red, deep and bloody. "And you are beautiful," Flea whispered.
"I am not Human now," Lyn answered, panic in her now-red eyes.
Panic did not serve Flea's purpose, and so she soothed the girl. "Yes you are. You act Human, and so you are Human, though it is a state only fools wish to remain in. What does it matter? You are beautiful to me, and I am your Mistress." Seeing the fear leave her slave's eyes, at least for the moment, Flea smiled and gave her a cloth.
While Lyn looked blankly at the cloth her Mistress had given her, the Mazoku woman undressed. Lyn blushed when she realized Flea was naked, and tried not to look. Unbinding her hair, which fell to her waist, Flea gave a laugh, saying, "You too, girl."
To any other Mazoku, Lyn's face would appear black, but Flea was able to appreciate the bright red flush that now colored Lyn's features. Going back over the conversation, Lyn realized that Flea had said Lyn was supposed to clean herself as well. Under Flea's insistent gaze, Lyn pulled her shift off, baring her own unimpressive body to the air.
"Now… clean me off first," Flea directed, standing beside the table in front of the fire.
Lyn dipped the rag in the water, which had cooled to a comfortable temperature. Wringing out enough water to contain the dripping, Lyn knelt and took one of Flea's feet and started washing. The leg was easy enough, but when Lyn started to pass the knee, she wasn't quite sure what to do. After a moment, she decided to start on the other leg, as she wouldn't have to stand for that. When that was done, Lyn rinsed the rag out and then stood.
Flea waited patiently, wondering how her slave would go about this. Seeing Lyn was reaching for a hand, Flea let her have it, enjoying the gentle rubbing of the cloth against her skin, while the heat from the fire prevented chills. Lyn stopped at the shoulder, then switched to the other side.
Hitting the shoulder on the other side, Lyn didn't even think when she brushed the pink hair off Flea's back. The strands were slightly rough, the hair more coarse than Lyn had expected, especially contrasted against the slick skin. Once the hair was moved, Lyn cleaned the rag out again, then started scrubbing Flea's back. Now and again her hand would brush against Flea's skin, and as the bath continued, Lyn let her hand linger.
Rinsing the cloth, she started on the Mazoku's hips, going around to wash Flea's belly. When it came time to go higher, Lyn paused a moment, looking up at Flea. The mage raised a brow, silently asking why Lyn had stopped, and Lyn looked down, moving the cloth over Flea's well formed breasts. She swallowed dryly, face red again, as she felt her Mistress' chest under the cloth. As soon as she was done, Lyn turned away, wringing the rag out and getting more water. She knew without asking that she still had more to clean.
Again she started at the hips, moving down this time, reaching around to clean Flea's posterior. Moving on to the rest of the legs, the parts she had ignored the first time, Lyn stopped again as she past the inner thigh. This time Flea reached down, strong fingers wrapping around the Human's hand. Lyn didn't even think of fighting as Flea guided her hand up, using the rag and her slave's hand to cleanse her secret parts. When the slender fingers released the girl, Lyn didn't immediately pull away.
Flea gave a hum of pleasure, and Lyn snatched her hand away, dropping the rag. "My hair, girl, and then you can wash yourself," the Mazoku said, unperturbed.
Unable to look at Flea after what had happened, Lyn slowly reached for the rag. Just as she reached it, Flea bent and snatched the cloth from the floor, handing it to Lyn with a predatory smile. Lyn flinched back, rag in hand, but Flea had stood again, and seemed to be watching the fire. After a moment of stillness, Lyn rinsed the cloth in the warm water again, then stood.
Clumsily gathering Flea's hair in a bunch, Lyn shivered as the coarse strands grazed her skin. It made her feel like she wanted something, but she couldn't put a name to her desires. She lifted the rag, this time almost dripping, and wrung the water into the pink hair. Spreading the rag out, Lyn started rubbing the hair, brushing against Flea's ears. She wanted to explore more, she realized; she wanted to compare the Mazoku's ears to her own, but she didn't dare.
"Done, Mistress," Lyn said finally, stepping back and dropping the cloth into the bucket.
Flea turned and smiled again. "Your turn," she said sweetly.
Red eyes widened, and then Lyn realized that she would be allowed to wash herself. A moment later, she felt stupid for even considering that her Mistress might bathe her, no matter how suggestive her tone might have been. She told herself that she didn't feel disappointed; that it was relief she was feeling.
As she washed, she found her skin was heated. Her breasts were sensitive, much to her surprise. Lyn tried to reach her back, only to feel the rag plucked from her hands. "It is impossible to wash your own back, girl," Flea said, brushing the green hair to one side and running the cloth over the Human's skin. When she was done, she again gave the rag to Lyn, and left her alone as the girl finished washing.
Finishing with her hair, Lyn put the rag back in the bucket and looked up at Flea. Confused emotions mixed in Lyn's eyes, and Flea smiled victoriously. The girl wanted her, but wasn't even aware of what she wanted. And when she gave the girl what she wanted, the girl would be hers, totally.
"Doesn't that feel better now?" Flea purred.
Lyn didn't know how to answer, at first thinking the mage was asking about her desires. Bringing her mind back to reality, Lyn gave a cautious nod. "Yes, Mistress. I… feel better."
"Good. Off to bed now." With that, Flea walked to her own bed, damp hair brushing the small of her back as she walked.
Once the mage was in bed, Lyn was able to look away, grabbing her shift and hurrying out the door. Safely in her own small room, Lyn tried to catch her breath, dressing and laying in her bed. The strange burning of desire kept her awake for a long while, and when she slept, she had heated and confused dreams involving things she wasn't even sure were possible.
So... that HAS to get some responses... :P