"What the fuck is this?" Bo asked, back in their room.
The Fae in the French maid outfit, clearly used to much worse outbursts, just glanced at the letter she had delivered to Bo. "I believe the censure is written in both English and Faetongue. If it is still incomprehensible, I can read it out loud for you."
Bo gave her the eye. "Get lost."
With the door closed once more, Bo read the letter again. She didn't like the sound of it anymore the second time.
Kenzi stirred from the bed, where she'd gone to sleep early for once. "What's up?"
Bo rattled the note nervously against her finger. "It's a notice of censure from the Bonehouse authority. That vase you broke was sixty-five million years old. Dinosaur Fae used to play with it."
"I said I was sorry." Kenzi twined her fingers in her hair, suddenly as nervous as Bo was. "They're welcome to my bank account. I think I have enough for a Grand Slam breakfast at Denny's."
"This is serious!" Bo almost, but didn't quite, raised her voice. "It's a note of official censure, Kenz. As your owner, I'm expected to reprimand you."
"Okay. Consider me reprimanded. My vase-smashing days are over."
Bo bit the inside of her cheek in irritation. "It doesn't work like that! You have to feel genuinely contrite or they'll—you just do, okay?" Best not get into what the Fae would do if they took Kenzi's punishment into their own hands.
"Look, I said I was sorry. What more do they want, a written apology?"
Bo balled the note up and dropped it on the floor. Utterly out of patience, she stared at Kenzi. "Get out of bed."
"What? I'm comfy!"
"I said get out of the bed now."
As if playing to a silent-film audience, Kenzi extravagantly threw the sheets off her body and got to her feet. "Alright, I'm out of bed, don't bust a tampon."
Bo wasn't assuaged in the slightest. When Kenzi looked at her, she was hard as stone, her hands nailed to her waist. "Kenzi Amasova, ever since I claimed you, your conduct has reflected on me. When you behave badly, it affects my standing in the entire Fae community. And most of the time, I don't give a damn what the Fae think of us. But I will not give you free rein to embarrass me in front of people our lives could depend on."
"I'm soooooorry." Kenzi spelled it out in the air as she sounded out both words. "Do you want me to say it in Russian? I can say it in goddamn Russian for you, Bo-bo, just give the word—"
"I want you to sleep on the floor tonight."
Kenzi looked at Bo so hard that, if this were a practical joke, Bo would surely crack up. She didn't crack. Not one iota. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You screwed up, Kenz. And if you won't take this seriously, well—I'll just have to take it seriously for you."
"I'm not sleeping on the fucking floor, Bo! I'm not some fucking animal!"
Bo was silent with resolve. She crossed her arms, just to emphasize there was no arguing with her.
Kenzi threw her hand up. "Fine. Have it your way. I'm going back home, to sleep in my own bed, and you can stay here and play with your little Fae buddies until you get the bitch out of your system."
"Lie down on the ground," Bo said, softly but with absolutely no patience for dissent. "Right now."
Kenzi opened her mouth, to insult Bo, to call her a name, to say she was sorry one more time, but nothing came out. She felt her body lowering itself to her knees. She felt herself curl onto her side, just as Bo had commanded.
"I want you to stay in that exact spot until morning," Bo ordered. "And trust me, you do not want me to catch you somewhere else."
"What if I have to pee?" Kenzi asked, horrified at how pathetic she sounded.
"Then you can fucking hold it." Bo emphasized the profanity just as Kenzi had.
Kenzi hid her face, eyes burning with tears. Bo watched her, hating how Kenzi looked, like a bug that'd been hit with insecticide, but she watched until she was satisfied Kenzi would stay where she was and accept her punishment. Then she changed into her bedclothes, turned down the lights, and climbed into bed. All the while, Kenzi stayed in place, like a child in time-out. With her Fae senses, Bo could practically taste the salt in her hot tears, feel the shame that came off her body in pheromones. She laid in bed, unable to sleep, for what seemed like hours.
Kenzi stopped crying presently, but the dirty sense of shame persisted about her. Bo worried she'd been too harsh, taken up the concept of punishment too quickly to be fair to Kenzi. It was a new wrinkle to their relationship, but she just didn't know how else to get through to her. Surely, the contritement Kenzi now felt would satisfy the censure's magic, sparing her from whatever punishment the Fae might devise. In time, Kenzi would see that. And if not…
Bo pictured Kenzi leaving her. Of course, why wouldn't she? Friends didn't talk to each other the way Bo had. Lauren would've left Bo on the spot if Bo had even thought of treating her that way. What was so different about Kenzi, that Bo could justify acting that way?
"Kenzi," Bo said gently, as if not to wake Kenzi, as if she didn't know Kenzi was still awake.
"Yeah?" Kenzi said back, her voice thick with tears and disuse.
"I'm sorry I had to yell at you." Bo spoke so gently she was almost inaudible. Like Kenzi was a frightened deer she was trying not to spook. "You just weren't appreciating how serious the situation was. If the Fae don't feel you're genuinely remorseful—you know how they can be. I'm only doing this to protect you."
"I know." Kenzi sniffled. "Bo?"
"Yes, Kenz?"
"I really am sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble. If I could do something to fix it—anything—I would."
"It's alright, Kenzi. It wasn't your fault. You just need to take responsibility for what happened."
"I know. Thanks for looking out for me."
"Of course, Kenz."
"Can I… since you know I'm sorry, can I sleep next to you again?"
Bo's voice was suddenly firm. "I told you what your punishment is. You'll just have to put up with it. If you really want to get out of punishment, I suggest you take that energy and use it for thinking your actions through in the future." Bo and her mother weren't on speaking terms, but Bo had to admit, the woman had been a hell of a parent when she wanted to be. She would've been proud to hear Bo had absorbed a few of her lessons over the years. "I can't get you out of trouble, Kenzi. Only you can do that, for yourself."
"Yes, Bo. Goodnight, Bo."
"Goodnight, Kenzi. Sweet dreams."
Bo was right.
The first ten minutes Kenzi had spent on the floor, she had hated Bo for the first time in her life. What gave Bo the right to talk to her like that, treat her like that? Bo, the slutty Fae in the hooker outfits, who couldn't keep a man with a chain, or a woman for that matter! Fucking succubus. Fucking Chosen One, 'oh I hate having a super-special destiny," bitch cunt whore. Treating Kenzi like shit. If Kenzi had half her mutant-ass superpowers, she would've been twice the Fae Bo was. She would've kicked the Garuda's ass, bitch-slapped Aife, and had a threesome with Dyson and Lauren. Who the hell was Bo to act like fucking Captain America all of a sudden?
Then she calmed down. Cried it out like it was poison. Who was she kidding? Bo had actually gotten pretty awesome at this Buffy crap. If Kenzi were in charge of saving the world, the Apocalypse probably would've come while she was trying on shoes. She was reckless, and irresponsible, and Bo did shield her from the consequences of her actions. Bo had saved her life a gazillion times; all she wanted in return was for Kenzi to pull her own weight and not cause her any extra drama. And look what Kenzi had done. Gone all rock star on their fancy-schmancy Fae hotel room. What a joke. What a dick move.
Well, she'd be good from now on. She was a lowly mortal, sure, and she couldn't slay any dragons for Bo, but at least she could spare her any more dumb human problems.
And she could make it up to Bo, or at least try. She knew Bo had been in a sex-funk ever since her thing with Lauren. She needed chi, and while Precious had looked like he had it to spare, there must've been some room left for the tank to be topped off. And just this once, as a friend, Kenzi could step in.
Morning came. Bo woke up to find Kenzi still on the carpet where she'd left her. She stared fondly at Kenzi. Part of her had fully expected Kenzi to leave her in the night, ditch her for being such a shitty friend. She should've known Kenzi wouldn't give up on her.
"Hey, wake up." Bo knelt down next to Kenzi and shook her shoulder. "C'mon, sleepyhead. It's morning."
Kenzi's eyes blinked open. "Wha—all night?"
"Yes, Kenz. You spent all night here, just like I told you. Thank you for that. I know it wasn't easy to accept me… disciplining you, but I only did it because I love you."
"I know, Bo-bo." Kenzi smiled fondly up at her bestie. "Can I pee now?"
Bo laughed. "Of course, Kenzi."
The human scurried off and Bo spotted the letter of censure, blown under her bed in the night. She picked it up and unrolled it to find the mark of censure glowing. Kenzi truly was contrite. No Fae punishment was coming.
Bo ripped the note up. She was eager to put their little BDSM experiment behind them. Maybe she'd take Kenzi out for ice cream or something to make up for having to be such a hose-beast. Whatever Kenzi wanted.
Kenzi came out of the bathroom, relieved in many ways. Cracking her limbs into alignment, she plopped down on the bed. Bo grinned at the little show of willfulness. And here she'd been so worried. Like anyone could tame her Kenzi.
"So what's on the agenda today, captain?" Kenzi asked with a salute.
"Traditional Fae folk-dancing," Bo answered. "Think we'll skip that. I need a shower. You order us something from room service, preferably nothing we have to kill ourselves."
"Roger wilco!"
Bo went into the shower, happier than ever to have Kenzi as a friend. She really needed to make a better apology for what she'd done. At the time, she'd thought there was no other way to get through to Kenzi, but maybe if she'd explained it better, kept a cooler head… who knew?
As soon as Bo was in the shower, Kenzi shucked her clothes. She had to make things right with Bo. She'd been bad, very bad, and this was her only chance to make it up to her. She was a good friend, an awesome friend, and now was her time to prove it.
Closing her eyes, Kenzi laid on the bed and set her hands on her thighs, neatly beside her groin. She didn't know quite what to do. Not that she was any stranger to the little man in the boat, but usually the urge came, often after a new Henry Cavil photo shoot hit Tumblr, and she'd just go with the flow. Actually saying 'Thundercats are go' herself was a new one for Kenzi.
She thought of Bo. That was appropriate. After all, she was doing this for Bo. Her best friend, and the best master a pet could ask for, not that she was a pet or Bo was a master. Either way, Bo was a slamming hottie. Kenzi pictured her in the shower.
Bo would be naked. She looked so good naked. Not the slightest bit self-conscious. Almost a bit mischievous, like she knew how even straight women thought about her naked body. The couple times (and counting) Kenzi had seen Bo naked, she'd given her a look so unembarrassed she was practically proud. Proud of being seen nude.
Bo probably wouldn't even pull the plastic curtain closed. She'd just step inside, turn the taps on, and lean into the feel of the stream of water on her skin. Kenzi had felt the shower herself. The prickly shower spray was so much more intense than the weak drizzle of cold water at home. It almost stung. Kenzi remembered it on her nipples, her legs, her belly—her cunt, the few times that had been exposed. She hadn't deliberately sought out contact, not with Bo in the other room. But would Bo, with Kenzi next door? Of course she would. She was a fucking succubus.
She'd clamp her legs together at first, maybe thinking this would just be a simple shower. Bo had to get back to her good friend Kenzi, to make sure she'd learnt her lesson. But it would feel so good (as good as Kenzi's hands felt, gently rolling over her pussy… no, that was too intimate, too crude. She pulled the bedsheets over herself and touched through that. It felt better. More sensual, somehow.)
Bo would open her legs. Feel the shower fully on her private parts. Let her lust rise as she soaped up a washcloth and not so innocently lathered her perky breasts first of all. Kenzi imagined the soap suds covering her breasts, uncovering them, the washcloth scraping against her little pink nipples, making them bigger, harder. Then Bo would turn to the showerhead and her breasts would be washed clean again, the strange thrill of her self-exploration only amplified by the water against her tingling nipples.
Now her eyes would be lit up, her breasts heaving, her cunt moist. Kenzi pictured it, fixed it in her mind, drank the image in. It was practically a memory, she had seen so much of Bo's body. She imagined Bo was standing in the shower, staring at her with eyes made of lust. So fucking perfect. Her Bo was so yummy. Kenzi didn't know how she'd ever resisted her. Was it just that Bo hadn't ever offered?
Moving in sync, as if the imagined Bo was a reflection of the masturbating Kenzi, they touched themselves. Kenzi's fingers moved as if they had a mind of their own; Bo's mind, Bo touching her the way Bo liked to be touched. Slender and trembling, they pulled the sheet aside. Underneath, her cunt was pink and wet. She felt exposed, vulnerable. Her sex demanded touch.
"Bo," Kenzi said, practically whimpering, as her middle finger pushed into her cunt. Bo's fingers were longer than hers, and more skilled. They'd feel so much better inside her—but this felt so nice too…
"Oh, Bo!"
She giggled at the rhyme. Her finger was going deep, and it just felt nicer and nicer.
"Oh-oh-Bo! Oh-ho-ho, Bo!"
It was so funny, so silly. Why hadn't she done this sooner? Obviously, Bo would make her feel good. It was right there in the name.
Kenzi pictured Bo, too, going faster. The rough washcloth going up and down on her slit, revealing and concealing like a magician's handkerchief. Bo's long, perfect fingers pushing the cloth just a little inside. Washing away all her other lovers, cleaning up Precious's cum. Getting it all nice and tidy for Kenzi, so she'd only ever taste Bo Dennis, her wonderful succubus.
"Ohhhh," Kenzi cooed. "Boooo…" She saw Bo hunching forward, meeting her humping fingers with her cunt. The washcloth dropping down onto the drain as her fingers dug deep, hitting buried treasure.
"Bo!" she cried, urging the succubus on as Bo slipped down to the floor of the shower, fucking her hand now, squeezing it between her thighs like a desperate lover.
"Bo!"
Kenzi felt her orgasm closing in. She favored the imaginary Bo with one as well. But something was missing. Some last piece of the puzzle kept her pleasure merely physical instead of—transcendent.
"Bo!"
Not that there was anything wrong with physical.
"Bo! Bo! Bo!"
"For Christ's sake, what is it?" Bo demanded, coming out of the bathroom wrapped only in a sky-blue towel, her dark hair hanging in frayed ringlets down her bare back. Seeing Kenzi, she froze. Seeing Bo, Kenzi sped up.
She knew she wouldn't come. She was on a plateau. Bo was what was missing. Bo's eyes, Bo's touch, Bo's voice, Bo's love. Kenzi needed it like a drug. And she needed to come like she needed to breath.
"C'mere," Kenzi said woozily, her hand frantically diddling herself as if of its own accord. "Drink me down, lover. Swallow me whole." Her voice became clear and smoky at the end. Lust thick in each word.
"I… Kenzi, what's… we're not…" Bo felt a kind of sensory overload take her. It was all too much. Kenzi was naked. Kenzi wanted her. Kenzi was touching herself. Kenzi was a lesbian?
It could've been a million things. A trick, a trap, a spell, a shape-shifter. But just at that moment, Bo didn't care if it was all of the above.
Her towel slipped from her shoulders as she approached Kenzi, naked as the day she was born.
Kenzi's hand slowed down appreciatively. Kenzi shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sight of her best friend's nude form. Bo was better than she could have ever imagined. A creature of sheer physical lust, the good humor and friendship momentarily vanished, leaving an expression on her face of pure sin. Her friend Bo had left the room. Her mistress Bo was in the driver's seat.
"Sweet… little… Kenzi," Bo said, as if to herself, her voice lilting playfully. Her eyes, bright blue, took in every curve, every drop of sweat, every little wiggle of Kenzi's masturbation.
"All yours," Kenzi replied. She would be a good girl. She'd make everything up to Bo. She'd give her all the chi she could handle.
Bo smiled with dark humor. "Your wrist must be cramping up."
"Wanna take over?"
"If you can stop touching yourself."
With an effort, Kenzi did just that. After all, it would make Bo happy, and that was what was important. She brought her hand out from between her legs, sopping wet, and moved it proudly toward her mouth. Bo snatched it on the way there. She brought it up to her lips, Kenzi quaking with every inch of the journey. Smug with knowing satisfaction, Bo displayed her tongue and dragged it from the heel of Kenzi's hand to the tips of her fingers, tasting both the salty flavor of Kenzi's skin as well as the ecstatic sweetness of her juices. She smiled, pleased with either.
Kenzi whimpered. It felt better than her hand had, and it wasn't even on her pussy yet. "Did I do good?" she asked softly.
"Very good," Bo muttered distantly. Her eyes traced Kenzi's body once more. On display. Offered up to her. "Spread your legs."
"Am I your good Kenzi?"
"Hold yourself open for me."
Kenzi was quick to obey. She opened herself for Bo, wincing with every moment Bo stayed separate from her. She was Bo's. Why wouldn't Bo have her? She needed to be had, taken, possessed. She was Bo's; she didn't want to be anyone else's and she didn't want anyone else to want her.
Bo sauntered down to her knees, her shadow possessive enough as it fell across Kenzi's cunt. "I'm gonna drink your cum," she announced, her sultry voice making the words sound decadent instead of crude. "With a chaser of chi."
"I'm all yours, Bo." Kenzi meant it. She was Bo's. Body and soul.
Bo licked her lips. Then she licked Kenzi's. Kenzi moaned at the first, screamed at the second. But that was as far as she got. Smacking her lips, Bo raised herself from Kenzi's groin and moved her hands in. One covered Kenzi's crotch, the heel of her hand grinding into Kenzi's pleasure. The other pressed down on Kenzi's bare stomach to hold her down. And as Bo did it, she looked up into Kenzi's eyes with a Cheshire cat grin.
How could Kenzi have ever thought she was Bo's equal? Bo was a queen, a nymph, a goddess. Dragging her lip between her teeth, Bo just prodded the tip of her forefinger inside Kenzi. It sunk deliciously into Kenzi's wetness, and the softest of pushes had it penetrating deep into Kenzi's clinging sex.
"Bo! Bo!" Kenzi said urgently. The pleasure was all-encompassing. She was so glad to be holding herself open for Bo, to be helping Bo, helping herself achieve perfection. "T-tell me I'm pretty!"
Bo smirked incandescently as Kenzi's legs steepled beside her, toes digging into the mattress. She kissed Kenzi's thighs on either side of her head. "You're so pretty, baby. Pretty little Kenzi…"
"And tell me I'm good!" Kenzi begged. "I wanna know I'm good!"
Bo smeared more kisses along Kenzi's thigh, as her fingers sank deep, withdrew just a little, and dove back inside even further. "You are good. My good little human." Bo winced at the words—she didn't know where they came from, they just sounded right. But Kenzi wasn't hers—even though Kenzi's body was screaming its ownership, woman and flesh together in submitting to Bo, so fucking hers—Kenzi was Kenzi and Kenzi was a human being. Why was she fucking Kenzi? Why did she have this overwhelming urge to—to mark Kenzi, leaving her stinking of cunt, her master's cunt, letting everyone know that Bo had fucked her and only Bo was allowed to fuck her?
It must've shown on her face—she was thinking of stopping—because Kenzi let go of her pussy with one hand, leaving only two fingers holding it open, and clamped her loose hand down in Bo's hair. "I'm your pretty human!" Kenzi said breathlessly. "Your good little human!"
"Yes," Bo agreed, losing herself in Kenzi's complete surrender. It was intoxicating. "You are a good human." She slipped another finger inside Kenzi, knowing the human could take it. With a groan of pleasure overcoming pain, Kenzi did. "Such a good human. Take my fingers, Kenzi. Kenzi loves a nice little finger in her pussy, doesn't she?"
Kenzi nodded frantically. Bo laughed to herself. Her friend was so cute. So fucking cute.
"Does Kenzi want me to lick her little pussy?"
Kenzi nodded again, but Bo wouldn't be satisfied with that.
"Speak, Kenzi! Speak!"
"Yes I dooo," Kenzi forced out. She broke into panting when the words were out, exhausted by the effort. "I'd love it if you licked my pussy, please lick my pussy, Bo, Bo!"
Bo drew her fingers away slowly. Kenzi whimpered, but held still. Such a good human, Bo thought. "I'm doing this," Bo said with a kiss to Kenzi's knee, "because you're acting so well-behaved. It's a reward for your good behavior. Understand?"
"Yes, Bo, I understand, I do!" Kenzi panted.
"You're going to keep being good? Because I can't be nice to you like this if you misbehave. I'll have to punish you. I don't want to punish you. I'd rather reward you, like this."
"I'll be good! Please, Bo—I'm your good little human, I am!"
"Who's my good little human?" Bo asked again, her voice so high it was almost mocking, teasing. Her mouth was so close to Kenzi's cunt that the human could feel the words on her clit.
"I am! Kenzi is! Fuck, Bo!"
Kenzi's little play of obedience ended then. Bo didn't blame her. It would be hard for anyone to remember to be prim and proper with a succubus on them. Bo smothered Kenzi's inner thighs in kisses, little breathy pecks that let her sample the well-used arousal Kenzi had brought out in herself. Then she started licking, her tongue daintily traveling over the stubbly hair Kenzi's razor left, touching Kenzi's cunt but not penetrating it.
Kenzi tried her best to be good and Bo appreciated it. The human instinctively grasped the dynamic. She knit her hands into the sheets and held on, letting Bo be completely in control. She couldn't keep herself from swearing—"Fuck, shit, oh shit, Bo! Yes! Oh God, Bo, please!"—but Bo kinda liked that. Knowing she was driving her human out of her mind with pleasure. The important thing was that Kenzi wanted to be a good little human and was trying so hard.
"Good girl," Bo praised enthusiastically, passing to rub her hands over Kenzi's quaking body. She trawled her palms from Kenzi's sides to her stomach to her squirming legs, calming her down, keeping her sane. "You gonna come for me?"
"Yes, please, just—" Kenzi threw her head back against the pillow.
"Here it comes, Kenzi. Here it comes."
Bo licked her lips soundly and pressed her moist mouth to Kenzi's cunt in one long, soulful kiss. Her tongue delved deep into Kenzi, harvesting her pleasure. Every little spot of ecstasy, every inch striving to be touched, Bo used it all up like a flame burning down a candle. An hour's worth of oral ministration, crammed into sixty seconds.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Kenzi barked out her met needs like a broken record, not sure where she was or who she was, just that Bo was her best friend and Bo was making her feel this way. When she came—the first time—it was with a scream that left her throat hoarse. "BBOOOOO!"
Bo drank down all the nectar Kenzi would feed her. Kenzi was particularly sweet for a human, but also a little tart in a way that was perfectly Kenzi. She gave the human a bare moment to suck air, one deep breath, then rose to kiss her so hard she almost forgot to pull at her chi. Kenzi moaned at the taste of herself, the taste of Bo, then vibrated with pleasure as Bo fed off the lust she had just created.
Bo was careful not to take too much. It was particularly Kenzi's first time. So she left her with an excess of sexual gratification. Usually, she drained her lovers dry, leaving them feeling fucked beyond the bounds of physicality, like they're just been through a marathon sex session with Sting. Kenzi retained just enough to still be aroused. For Bo, it was like snacking between meals, since she usually didn't like to feed off humans until she'd taken them as far as they were willing to bodily go.
Kenzi collapsed away from Bo's kiss, lying sweaty and panting on the sheets. Her eyes darted about, all energized, like a kid on a sugar rush. Bo laughed fondly and Kenzi looked at her, the author of her pleasure.
"Holy frak," Kenzi said.
"You good?"
"So good." Kenzi was in her own little world, like she'd just tasted a perfect mocha blend. "So good… good… Bo…" She moaned, shaking with a little lingering joy. "Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo!"
"I don't think this customer is one hundred percent satisfied," Bo heard herself say, and her eyes once more glazed over with blue lust. She ran her fingers through Kenzi's hair. "Do you wanna lick my pussy?" she asked, swirling the hair around her wet fingers.
Kenzi's mouth dropped into gaping need. "Can I? Can I? Please, Bo, can I eat you out?"
"Are you sure you want to?" Part of Bo really did want to know this was what Kenzi wanted—not just a quick fuck, but the intimate turn of participating herself. This was far beyond a simple taste of chi… but another part of her thought it was so adorable to tease Kenzi, when of course she wanted nothing more than her face shoved in succubus cunt. "Who wants to eat me out? Do you wanna, Kenzi? Do ya? D'ya?"
Kenzi actually clasped her hands together like she was praying to Bo. It was a ridiculous notion—but then, hadn't humans worshipped Fae as gods before? It was an easy mistake to make. Bo thought of going by Aphrodite, perhaps as a DJ name. "Please, Bo, pretty please, please can I eat your pussy? I'll be so good, Bo, I'll be your good little human, I promise! I'll never misbehave again!"
"I won't hold you to that," Bo smirked. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs slowly. Let Kenzi see where her arousal glistened on the sparse hair of her lower belly. "Come on, Kenz. Din-din."
Kenzi was too boggle-eyed to move. Suddenly, she saw her best friend's breasts, her long flat stomach, her curving hips, and especially, most especially, her vivid pink cunt. That was just about too much. "I want to lick you all over," she said wonderingly.
"Kenzi," Bo said firmly, and the human hopped to. Throwing herself down on Bo's lap and licking like her ice cream cone was melting on a hot summer day.
Bo let her head fall back with the simple, luxurious enjoyment of Kenzi's attentions. It was pretty obvious this was Kenzi's first time, and the girl wasn't a natural, but something about the human's complete devotion and desperate need to please transformed the experience. She would've taken Kenzi's striving love over a porn star any day.
"Good girl," Bo trilled pleasedly, patting Kenzi on the head as she tried so hard to make Bo come. "Good girl, Kenzi, you're doing so good. Lick me, Kenz! Lick! Lick!" She petted Kenzi's scalp, and her encouragement soon had the human going harder and faster. Just what Bo needed. "Bo's got a treat for you. Want a treat, Kenzi?"
Kenzi nodded, still with her tongue in Bo's cunt. The succubus laughed at the new sensation. In just a few short minutes, her body was ready to come, already primed from the indulgent feeling of bringing Kenzi to orgasm with complete control.
"Get ready, Kenzi. Get ready. Here's your treat. Yes! Yes! That's a good human!"
Bo wasn't a human. She was a succubus, and when succubi came, it was hard and loud and most of all, wet. In fact, Bo tended to keep bottled water by her bed, just for fluid replenishment, and was thinking of having a water cooler put in since sixteen ounces of Perrier was never enough for any sex worth a damn.
The point was, that morning was no exception. Bo's face froze with a very satisfied smile, she keened like a bitch in heat with bodily spasms, and she came. She came on Kenzi's hair and face and throat and tits and belly, showering her with gulping spurts of release. Kenzi drank greedily, but it was like trying to do a keg stand without spilling a drop. By the time the succubus sighed her last, Kenzi was dripping with Bo, covered with her. Every Fae for ten miles could've smelt the succubus on Kenzi, long before they saw the collar. Bo looked at Kenzi, cum dripping from her hair, and thought Mine.
"Come here," Bo said, and Kenzi came when called, shuffling up the bed on her knees. Bo stroked her face, and down to her breast, feeling the slick flesh smeared with her own passion. She'd have to give Kenzi a bath. Later.
"I want you to go and get me a big glass of water," Bo said. "And I want you to wipe yourself off a little, but only a little. I like how you smell."
"I like it too, mistress." Kenzi brought her hand over her mouth. The word had just slipped out.
Bo just laughed generously. "Go."
Kenzi went, quick and obedient. Bo watched her ass as she went into the kitchen. It, at least, had avoided the deluge. Bo imagined pushing Kenzi down on her belly and fucking her ass with a double-headed dildo, coming on her back so she was Bo's from head to toe.
Sexual fantasies. This was getting serious. Usually when Bo fucked someone, that was it. Her wettie closet was reserved for celebrities who were, unfortunately, usually either Fae themselves or already owned by someone like the Morrigan. She'd had a little fantasy life with Lauren, but maybe that was because Lauren's restrictions on their relationship made for some very naughty taboos. Like imagining Lauren helping her punish Tamsin for all the mean things she'd said. Tamsin was a cop; cops carried nightsticks, right?
Bo pulled a pillow under her head. Even now, with the sexual tension safely defused, she couldn't bring herself to regret what had happened. Not even the things she'd said to Kenzi, the kind of things she would've belted another Fae for saying. Maybe it was just that Kenzi was hers. Kenzi wasn't Tamsin's good little human, or Hale's, or Trick's. She was her own. And Bo's.
Kenzi came back, carrying a glass of water like she was delivering the Stanley Cup. She seemed completely unconscious of doing a full-frontal. Bo knew her friend was no prude, but she was still a little self-conscious about having some of her tattoos on display. The succubus grinned to herself. Maybe she'd fucked the modesty out of Kenzi.
"Thanks, boo," Bo said, taking the water and guzzling it down. Hit the spot. Kenzi had wiped herself off a little. Cleaning her face had taken her make-up with it. Without it, she looked younger, and strangely innocent. My Kenzi, Bo thought. My Kenzi. The idea felt good. Moreover, it felt right.
"That was intense, right?" Kenzi said when Bo had finished her drink. "More?" she asked, gesturing to take the glass.
Bo shook her head and set the glass aside. "I don't usually do that with my gal pals," Bo said uneasily. As much as she suddenly liked the thought of having Kenzi, she was much more afraid that Kenzi was having second thoughts. Not just as a lover, but as a friend. God, what if Kenzi never wanted to see her again? What if she'd just wanted to take their friendship to the next level, and Bo had ruined it by acting like some big dumb Fae?
Kenzi sensed her unease. She rubbed Bo's thigh supportively. "Hey, Bo-bo, that was my train going downhill. I wanted that. All of it. I wanted to be your…" She trailed off.
"My?" Bo prompted softly.
Kenzi looked at her. Her eyes seemed a lot bigger without mascara. "I could never be a pet. But I could be yours."
"Kenzi—we should talk about this."
Kenzi got into bed with Bo. The succubus was wordless as Kenzi curled up on her lap. Though her hair brushed over Bo's groin, there was nothing sexual about it. Bo knew Kenzi just wanted to be petted. And she did. She petted her best friend.
"Tamsin said that some humans have… evolved to be symbiotic with Fae," Kenzi said, eyes closed to enjoy being stroked. "That sounds about right, doesn't it? I mean, dogs used to be these huge fucking wolves, but look at 'em now. Paris Hilton keeps one in her purse."
"Kenzi, you are not a dog," Bo said emphatically. She was enjoying her perusal of Kenzi's naked body on a level she hadn't been aware of before. It was sensual, but also friendly. Sweet, somehow. "You are a smart, brave, funny, amazing young woman."
"And I also came like crazy from you treating me like a pet." Kenzi looked at Bo, eyebrow raised. "Admit it. It's like a weight's been lifted, us being naked, you touching me. Maybe it was supposed to be this way. We've been denying who we are like we're in a Katherine Heigl movie."
"I'm supposed to be your master? You're supposed to be my pet?"
"Maybe. All I know is, it felt right. Tell me it didn't for you too."
The only thing Kenzi still wore was her collar. Bo ran her finger along it. "We can control our urges."
"Come on, Bo-bo. Why would you want to? I know you respect me, and you love me, and you're my best friend. Why does this have to change that?"
Bo stopped petting Kenzi. "You'd really trust me that way. To be your friend and ask you what I should wear on a date and gossip about who's dating Katy Perry. And then to put a leash on you and—all this?"
Kenzi patted Bo's thigh. "Bo, I've dated plenty of guys who were supposed to be my boyfriends and they treated me like shit. So I'm gonna trust you to treat me better as your pet than some skeevy dude on OKCupid would treat me as his date."
Bo was quiet for a long time. Then she started petting Kenzi again.
The human mewled happily.
"We should have some ground rules," Bo said. "Like, if you're not wearing the collar, you're BFF-Kenzi. But if you are, then, then it's okay to treat you…" Bo didn't want to say it, still afraid of offending Kenzi, but the girl shot her a look that made it clear she was thinking it.
"Bo-bo," Kenzi said sweetly. "I'm wearing the collar."