And this is the other part of why I rated the fic M. Go paranoid ratings. Anyways, I do hope you enjoy. Chrono Trigger is not mine, it belongs to SquarEnix.
The next morning, Lyn was awake before Flea came for her. The mage didn't act as though anything unusual had happened, ordering Lyn to get up. "I have a new task for you today, girl." Lyn stood, again following Flea to the Mazoku's bedroom, feeling a thrill of what she told herself was fear.
Going to the wardrobe, Flea opened it, displaying the clothing she kept in it. "I want this organized," she stated. "Dresses together, organized by color, shirts, skirts, hose, all gone through and organized by color. I'll let you decide how the colors go."
Lyn went to the closet and looked at the clothes, trying to decide how she would fulfill this instruction. Glancing at Flea, she saw that the Mazoku had gone to her bed and was currently sitting, propped up by some pillows, and reading a book. Figuring she wasn't going to get any help, Lyn decided to simply remove everything from the wardrobe, and then put them back in, using the correct order.
Some of the dresses were soft and fine, like something the Queen might wear, if Guardia had currently had a Queen. Others were sturdier, made for warmth or for working. The shirts and skirt displayed the same scope of fabrics and uses, and Lyn almost wondered if it would be better to organize by type, rather than color, but a huelin skirt caught her eye, and she realized that this was probably a test.
She decided to use a rainbow for the order of the colors. Red first, then orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, violet… wait, that didn't look right. Lyn looked at the purple, then the violet, and realized that they were not the same color, and purple didn't belong there at all. After a couple of tests, she finally stuck it before the red, where it seemed to work. And then huelin went after the violet… and for no real reason, she put the black after that, then the one or two gray dresses, followed by the white. On the dresses that had more than one color, Lyn just went with the color that she first thought of when she saw the dress.
While her slave worked, Flea watched, book only for show. She almost laughed with the mistake involving the one purple dress she owned, and it was clear the girl still couldn't quite see right, as several shades of huelin were cheerfully messed up, but all in all it was good enough. Flea made a mental note to move that dark huelin dress out of the 'black to gray' section and over to where it belonged, just for her own piece of mind.
As Lyn organized, she found a tattered green dress. The ragged hem looked as though it would reach about to the knee, but Lyn couldn't immediately figure out how one would wear the top. Holding it against herself, she saw that the top was more of a front, tapering from the waist to the neck, with two bands, probably used to tie it on.
"Oh, that dress," Flea drawled, putting the book to the side. "I had forgotten I had that one. It really wouldn't suit me anymore, would it, girl?"
"No, Mistress. It… wouldn't." Lyn had forgotten that Flea was watching, and her statement took the slave by surprise.
"Well, hand it here, girl, and then get back to work."
Dinner was carried in some time later by a frightened girl. Lyn, newly done with her task, went and took the tray from the girl, seeking to protect her by keeping her from Flea. Lyn herself seemed the only one Flea had shown mercy too, though Lyn wasn't sure why that was, or if she had even guessed correctly.
Taking the tray to Flea, neither paid attention as the serving girl left, pleased her task had gone so well. Flea motioned to the expanse of empty bed. "Eat with me, girl. You have worked all day, and must be hungry."
Lyn heard the tone in her Mistress' voice, and knew this was not a simple invitation. She got onto the bed, sitting opposite Flea. "Thank you, Mistress," Lyn murmured.
"Do they have this, where you are from?" Flea asked, pointing at a small bowl full of small magenta berries.
Lyn studied the fruit, then shook her head as she took one. "No, Mistress, I have not seen this." Tasting it, she found it to be quite tart.
Flea gave a melodic laugh at the face Lyn made. "Kala berries are best with honey, or with the purple fruit," she explained, demonstrating by taking a kafa berry and dipping it in the thick golden honey. Putting the dripping berry in her mouth, Flea then licked her fingers clean, watching Lyn from the corner of her eye.
Mimicking her Mistress, Lyn tried the new fruit in the honey. The sweetness of the honey underlay the tartness of the berry, the two flavors complementing each other, mixing into something delicious. "Kala berries… It very good, Mistress. Thank you."
The meal continued mostly in silence. When Flea had eaten her fill, she put the tray aside, leaning off the bed to reach the floor. Lyn started to stand, but Flea's voice stopped her. "Stay, girl," the mage ordered, sitting back up. "It is not yet time for sleep." Looking at the green-haired slave, Flea smiled and said, "I told you that you were beautiful last night, did I not?"
Flea's tone raised the unfamiliar longing in Lyn, and the Human slowly nodded. "You… did, Mistress." Lyn swallowed, then whispered in a voice not meant to be heard, "But I think you are more beautiful."
"Take off you shift," Flea ordered, still with a gentle voice. She didn't want to break the girl; that would be no fun. "Let me see you."
Startled red eyes met insistent lavender, and then Lyn dropped her gaze and slowly lifted her shift. It was no big deal, she tried to tell herself. Flea had been able to see it all last night. Just as she had seen all of Flea.
With the girl naked and sitting on the bed, Flea had her exactly where she was wanted. Before Lyn could quite realize what was happening, Flea crawled over her, gently pushing her down to lay on the bed. The Mazoku made sure she that she was low enough to brush against Lyn's skin, and couldn't help purring when she saw the Human's nipples harden. Tracing Lyn's hip, Flea was again surprised at the very Human softness of her skin. She didn't look very Human any more, but she still felt Human.
"Wh-what are you doing, Mi-mistress?" Lyn gasped as slender fingers trailed up to her collarbone.
"Shh," Flea soothed, sitting up and removing her own dress. "There, is this better?" Bending over Lyn again, their breasts touched. Lyn gasped, and Flea moved down a little, staying in contact with Lyn the whole way.
Warmth enveloped one pert nipple, and Lyn gave another cry, unsure how to process her Mistress' actions. A smooth, smooth hand cupped the underside of Lyn's other breast, then Flea moved it up to play with that nipple, and this time Lyn bucked a little. Flea smiled around the breast she was sucking on, very pleased with Lyn's responsiveness. She always enjoyed sex more when it was with an innocent; they never knew how to react, and couldn't keep their emotions masked. And she was always gentle the first time, always made them the priority.
Raising her head, Flea looked at Lyn, smiling at the dumbfounded expression the Human wore. Her lavender gaze dropped to the necklace Lyn still wore, and a frown flittered over the Mazoku's face. That was a reminder of another time, another Master, and it no longer had any place on her slave. Not giving Lyn time to recover her thoughts, Flea sat up, turned the necklace, and quickly untied the cords.
A flash of something showed in crimson eyes, and Flea moved against Lyn to distract the girl. "I'm going to make you feel, more than you have ever felt before in your life, girl," Flea promised, absently putting the pendant on the nightstand. Nudging Lyn's legs apart, Flea placed herself between them, lowering her head.
Lyn looked down, the contrast of pink hair against her own green curls catching her mind, then Flea did something, and all thoughts shattered. A choked gasp was pulled from Lyn's throat, her head snapping back. Flea was licking her, Lyn realized hazily, her mouth against the secret place, tongue doing Lady knew what, and it felt good. It felt good, and this couldn't be sex, because women didn't like sex, and anyway, Flea wasn't a man, and men were needed for sex, but if this wasn't sex then why was Flea paying such attention to that place?
Listening to the cries her actions caused, Flea smiled again, glancing up long enough to see the confused pleasure on her slave's face. Sweet Magician, she would enjoy teaching this girl, almost as much as she would enjoy finding out what the potion did to those who already had techs. A final lick caused Lyn to scream and shudder, and Flea knew the girl had just felt her first release. That would be enough for now. She could teach the girl her proper place on the next night.
Lyn couldn't think. Her mind was a whirl and thoughts wouldn't come. All she could do was lay there and feel, more than she had ever felt, exactly as Flea had promised. Blinking, ideas slowly returning, Lyn tried to sit up a little.
"Stay here, this night," Flea said, moving off Lyn and pulling the covers back. "Sleep with me."
Not in any mood to argue the strange order, Lyn did as she was told, clumsily crawling under the covers Flea held back. The bed was very soft, she thought, barely noticing as Flea moved under the covers herself. Before Flea had even stopped moving, Lyn was asleep.
Yes, I did do that. Feel free to tell me what you think. Next update on Wednesday.