She's here.
Jasper leapt against her restraints at the familiar sound of Peridot's feet. Tiny tap tap taps that echoed in the narrowing hall just outside her door. Those taps always became a hint quicker the closer she came.
"Peridot!" Jasper called to her happily, her tail lurching habitually in its restraint. It sent a wave of searing pain up her spine and into the base of her neck, but it was overshadowed by the joy she felt now. "You are early today!" She said as calmly as she could manage, trying to enunciate her words and practice the right ones.
"You say you, not Peridot. And you say I, not Jasper."
"Jas-...I do not see the difference."
Peridot had been making near daily trips here for weeks now, always bringing her pleasantries from the outside world. An armful of musty books, a basket full of cheeses she'd aged herself— just yesterday she'd brought over a peculiar colorless picture novel. The sorceress had laughed and told Jasper that it was her job to fill in the colors, she'd handed her a fat bundle of colorful wax sticks before showing her how to use them.
"Well I just couldn't wait to see you!" Peridot answered cheerfully before unlatching the door and hurrying inside. It clattered shut behind her, and Jasper watched her only exit seal shut and the love of her life fell into her arms. Bound in a sunshine yellow tunic and tanned leather trews fitting awfully snug against her shapely legs and backside.
Peridot never wasted time, she could always usher Jasper right back into the groove they were building together. Her small arms twined around her as well as they could, chains clattered as she pulled against them.
"You mean that?" Jasper asked. Peridot's disposition was growing softer towards her every day. Jasper knew it wouldn't take much more. A few more gentle pushes and that heart would be hers. "I dreamed of you again last night." She murmured before settling her chin on Peridot's head.
Her wee love tilted back with a delighted gasp. "You did?" She grinned, happy not because Jasper had dreamed of her, but because it'd meant Jasper hadn't been tortured by her usual night terrors. No Elders with their opaque hoods ambling slowly towards her with a knife and a bowl, but instead her delicate sorceress. "What was I doing in the dream?"
"I was…" Unchained and fucking you into the ground. "Free to do as I pleased with you."
Jasper could hear Peridot's heartbeat quicken in her chest. "I see."
Even Jasper could hear the bite of discomfort in Peridot's voice. She didn't like talk of Jasper being free, in fact Jasper believed she was terrified of it. Jasper could smell the chemical imbalance in the her sorceress' head, an anxiety.
If the subject strayed too close to a life of freedom for her, Peridot's breathing would catch and she'd break a sweat— her feet shuffling nervously while Jasper simply wanted to entertain the idea. Just pretend that she'd be able to feel the sun on her face again, that Peridot would actually have her as a wife in some home in the country.
As if Jasper couldn't make her happy? Jasper knew Peridot wasn't lying to her. She could just feel it in her tired heart, what that sorceress felt for her was gentle and true. Peridot cared for her, and gods help her, Jasper could feel herself falling for her, too.
Jasper was starved for the freedom she was due, and Peridot would damn well give it to her— and her heart along with it. Just as she said— it wouldn't take much.
Jasper's chains dipped slack while she back-peddled. She took seating against the wall, her body slumped to the packed earth and she beckoned for Peridot.
Her companion obliged politely before tugging around a satchel filled to the brim with colorful fruits. Above their sweet aroma, Jasper could scent something else. Something spiced and blood laden. Her stomach gave a pitiful growl and Peridot pouted at her teasingly. She shook her goody-bag before slipping to sit beside her- rather, against her.
Jasper quirked a brow. Excitement curling a smile on her face. "What have you brought for us today?" She asked curiously, taking a deeper inhale.
Peridot laid her head casually on Jasper's arm, her displays of affection habitual now. As easy as breathing.
Jasper cast aside her worries aside for the moment, to enjoy this precious time with her. She sighed lazily, feigning a stretch before dragging Peridot into the basket of her lap— knees propped up and chin once again resting on Peridot's head.
She tilted just a hint and buried her plated nose in Peridot's hair. The sorceress' fragrance was nigh addicting. Jasper had dreams inspired by her pretty curls alone. In recent nights, she'd dreamt of an open meadow— aglow with lofty yellow pasture. Grown wild and high enough to tickle her nose just as Peridot's hair did now.
In this dream, Jasper was always searching for something. She would be running through this expansive open field with no destination she could comprehend in mind— and yet, there's something roaring from within her to go. Like the voice is in her chambers and chanting in her ear.
The setting is too beautiful for this dream to be as frightening as it is, but each time this vision occurs, Jasper wakes in the clutches of panic— sweat drenching her hair, the feeling that dread lay just around the corner.
She ached for Peridot most on those nights, and she swears, for just a second in these haunting dreams...she catches a glimpse of her. Peridot, turning to look at her with a blank, unreadable expression. Though, these things could just mean little to nothing— Jasper knew her mind had suffered from being in this dark pit for so long.
Simply another reason to coerce Peridot into releasing her— into breaking the enchantment that was dredged in these chains. Jasper was almost positive Peridot was powerful enough by now. She'd noticed that there was always the smallest flux of energy whenever the sorceress laughed, as if her powers were joy induced. The happier she was, the stronger. Not that Jasper wasn't going to take credit for some of that influx, she was radiating with copious amounts of magick that she scarcely held the insight to wield for herself.
These chains made channeling her power impossible either way. No matter what, she'd need an outside influence.
"Just look and see for yourself— after I grab everything..." Peridot was arm deep in her satchel, vivid fruits spilled and scattered on the ground.
Jasper collected her escaping treasures and set them neatly beside her bag. That bloody scent she'd caught from earlier was growing stronger now, almost dizzying. Before Jasper could ask what exactly Peridot had for her, the sorceress pulled out a tightly wrapped parchment, the bottom of which was laden with blood. With one pluck, the twine fell away and the paper unfurled to reveal a rarely-cooked slab of beef.
Jasper's eyes went wide and her nose was assaulted by the decadent smell. How long it'd been since she'd tasted red meat...she was given scant here beyond softened fruits and vegetables, and grey, blandly prepared foul.
Oil glistened on the paper and Jasper came to realize that it just wasn't in her nature to resist. Jasper reached for the treat uninhibited, only to have Peridot tug it away with a scold. Her mouth watered and she almost feared she'd drool all over herself, as pitiful as it was.
"Ah-ah! If I know anything about you, Jasper, it's that you'll swallow this in one bite," Peridot eyed her with scrutiny. "Maybe two."
Jasper laughed, crossing her arms and resting them on Peridot's head, earning her a grunt. "Oh? So you've brought it just to tease me, then?" She asked in a huff, feigning diligence while her gaze was riveted to the treat in her hand.
Peridot nudged Jasper's heavy arms away. "You'll just have to let me feed it to you." She enticed before pulling out a sharp pocket knife she'd had tucked into her boot. She snapped it open and sliced clean through the slab, rivulets of blood ran and spilled from the parchment. She cut Jasper out a nibble-worthy portion. "Here you are, I hope it's good. I couldn't exactly taste test it." She brought the bloody cut up to Jasper's lips, eyes on hers, red staining the tips of her fingers.
Jasper parted her mouth, her hand drifting up to clutch Peridot's wrist. The sorceress gasped, gaze never drifting from hers while Jasper took it between her teeth, and licked her fingers clean. She moaned unbridled when the savory meat fell apart like delicacy. Her eyes shut without thought while she chewed in the pause that fell.
Peridot shivered in her grasp before retrieving her hand to cut her another piece. Jasper couldn't see her patience extending much further than this, and she snared Peridot's wrist once again.
"I think you like feeding me." Jasper asserted, gaze narrowed before she took another wholesome bite, fangs bared— warranting her another breathless gasp from Peridot. Her fingers itching closer to her mouth after she'd swallowed.
"And why wouldn't I?" Peridot stammered, thinly veiling her bashfulness. "There's nothing wrong with it." She quipped, pressing her forefinger to Jasper's lips. "Just clean your mess up."
"Love to." Jasper fired back, sucking Peridot's fingers past her lips, gently laving her tongue over them. Salivating to have her taste mingled in with her splendid meal. "Another bite, please." She asked oh so nicely, batting her lashes, earning a radiant blush from her sorceress.
Jasper's stomach growled and Peridot took it as hint to continue; slicing her another cut and serving it up to her proudly. Jasper was eager to receive, consuming every morsel with zeal, each swallow punctuated with a satisfied moan.
Peridot fed her till there was nothing left but sprinkles of herbs and droplets of blood. Peridot seemed to have taken more than a keen liking to that feeding, because now she was slicing up the apples that Jasper usually did devour in one bite— bringing each piece to her mouth again and again.
Each time, Peridot's forefinger would brush gently down Jasper's mouth.
Jasper swept her tongue across her fangs, picking sinews free happily. She wished she could swing her tail and wind it around her little sorceress. "Did you prepare that yourself?" She asked, her stomach singing harmonious to have something new on it. "I want to have Peridot's cooking every meal. Your...your cooking."
A kerchief was dabbed at the corners of her mouth, down her chin. "Was it that good, then?" Peridot smiled endearingly up at her. "I thought you'd like a little something different in your diet here and there. Gods know you aren't getting it otherwise." She scoffed, buffing Jasper's hand with her wee ones. "Learning a recipe is harder than learning most spells, you know?"
"I'll have to take your word, seeing as I've done neither." Jasper slumped deeper against the wall, angling Peridot to lay back against her. She reached into her satchel once again, with Jasper craning her head for a peak. "More things?" She asked curiously. She adored the things Peridot brought for her, they always carried her lovely scent for a day or two.
Peridot nodded, her head resting on Jasper's stomach, still stuffed and satisfied. She pulled free one last shiny trinket, a smoothly polished black stone. She held it aloft for Jasper to take.
A peculiar gift. Jasper sniffed it before taking it for herself. She squinted, inspecting and rolling it between her fingers. "You've brought me a stone?" She turned it over in her hand.
"I know how you like working your claws." Peridot cocked her head over Jasper's shoulder and pointed to the images Jasper had carved into the stone walls. She chuckled nervously as Peridot ran her fingers along the etchings.
They were replicates of Peridot's marking, the symbols on her forehead. Jasper would lounge on her side during the quiet night hours and daydream of her, lazily recreating what piece of Peridot she could.
Jasper grinned, catching Peridot's gaze flit to her bared fangs. She dropped the little stone and cupped Peridot's face in both hands— turning her head to take a kiss from her. Her mouth tasted sweet, like wild berries and warm honey.
Jasper groaned, smothering Peridot with her kiss, wanting to press her lower. She pet the back of Peridot's head, claws delving into her flaxen locks. Peridot squirmed between her legs, pulling away to catch her breath. Her hands clung tight to Jasper's shoulders.
"Is this how your kind say thank you?" Peridot murmured, her mouth hovering over Jasper's. Her breath tickling her senses.
Jasper shook her head, scowling at her playful sorceress. "Jasper can show you how our kind say thank you." She enticed before slinking to her hands and knees, caging Peridot beneath her. Her curvy form trembled like a leaf, nothing but excitement.
It was a salvation to witness Peridot splayed out for her, shaking and eager to have Jasper's hands on her. She growled, stooping lower to run her mouth against Peridot's collar— blanketing them both in her stormy mane. Shutting them off from the dark world around them.
Jasper's mouth paused just above Peridot's flesh, fangs aching to sink in and hold her still for the taking— then the agile sorceress scrambled free with a snorted laugh. Not too far though, she'd scurried back just to the breadth of Jasper's reach.
Jasper's chains snapped when she tried to give pursuit. A fitful groan was pulled from her chest, seeming to bring her wicked sorceress delight. Peridot chuckled before coming to her feet, dusting herself off. She trotted along the barrier of Jasper's reach, a cocky grin spread on her face.
Jasper sat patiently now, her legs crossed, her hands lain casually in her lap while she watched her peculiar mate. Jasper's eyes never left her desire, and she waited for Peridot to slip up and get herself caught in her clutches.
Did Peridot know the dangers of the game she was playing?
"You look so serious now, Jasper." Peridot toyed, a sumptuous smile on her pretty mouth. Jasper wanted to smother it with a kiss.
Jasper stood tall, the sconces Peridot gifted her now cast flickering shadows across the room. She stalked closer, hands tucked politely behind her back, resting on the mechanism that kept her tail confined. A surge of pain shot up her spine and nestled at the base of her skull. That agony must have shown on her face, because Peridot was looking worriedly to her now.
"What is it?" Peridot asked concernedly, taking a step closer towards Jasper. Her hand extended out, trustingly, and swept across her cheek, fingers brushing gently over her the scales that framed her face. Even her gentlest touches still hurt.
Peridot hissed, her forefinger cut sharp on a jagged edge. Jasper's senses were assaulted with the pungent aroma of her blood, fragrant and heated— more intoxicating, more appetizing than the toothsome treat she'd fed her earlier. It beaded from the tip of her finger, welling up droplets in a clean line that led down to her palm. Jasper cringed to see such a mark on her, a stark contrast against her fair skin.
"Ah, your hand…" Jasper brooded before taking Peridot's wrist. She brought her gash closer, closer still, till her blood wasn't but a breath away from her mouth. She wet her lips.
"It's alright, Jasper. It was my fault for petting against the grain." She laughed lightly, a lovely and dissimilar sound in this cavern. She closed her hand, spilling blood onto the floor. Jasper watched it soak into the packed earth, deciding she'd waste no more.
"Open." Jasper requested, thumbing open Peridot's hand, blood stained and shining across her palm. The bleeding continued to flow freely.
The sorceress hissed in another breath, her fingers twitched. Jasper peered back to Peridot, eyes lidded and calm. She took her little hand in both of hers, a vicegrip stilling her before she laved her tongue along Peridot's wound— earning her a tiny soul crushing whimper. Surprising them both.
"Jasper, that hurts!" She berated, eyes squeezed shut.
"Relax." Jasper soothed, giving another languid lick to Peridot's hand. "This will take the pain away." She promised, her voice hoarse with the taste of Peridot fresh on her tongue. She hardly contained a groan, her body shuddered, shivers breaking on her skin.
Her fangs throbbed with each pulse, aching to plunge and draw deep from her.
Peridot mewled, her strong heartbeat palpable just beneath her flesh. Jasper wanted this to be painless for her, she needed to finish this as quickly as she could. If only Peridot didn't taste of ambrosia, this would be easier.
In moments that passed too hurriedly, Peridot's small hand was clean, and the nasty mark trekking up her forefinger was already beginning to mend. Peridot marveled at her healing, her pretty eyes wide with disbelief as she opened and closed her palm.
"Amazing…" Peridot murmured, the taste of her blood still heavy on Jasper's tongue. "I thought you knew no spells." She commented near absently, running her digits across her healing wound.
Jasper gnawed her bottom lip dull, tingling fangs— Peridot's blood having a deeper effect on her than she was aware. She shuffled closer, hands pulled taut behind her back. "It is not the same," She mused over the proper way to explain something even she didn't know the capacity of. "It doesn't take practice. I've always been able to do that."
"Do you have any other sorts of magical properties?" Peridot asked, tapping her fingers across her mouth in thought. "Physical ones, something that can be shed or produced. Like saliva."
"I know what you mean." Jasper nodded, stepping back seeing as Peridot wanted to close distance between them. She tilted her head, itching a horn against her shoulder. So irritating when they regrew. "My horns. My scales," Jasper curled her fingers around Peridot's hand. "My claws and hair, even."
Almost everything on her body held magical properties to them, ones that she wasn't quite sure the full breadth. Only that they were coveted, and taken from her by the ones who held her captive here.
"You truly do radiate with power, don't you?" Peridot wondered before weaving her hands up Jasper's chest.
She'd have to agree.
"You do as well, little sorceress." Jasper subtly made known, her head dipping to plant a sweet kiss on Peridot's marking. She inhaled the soft aroma of her hair, eyes drooped while she fought the urge to bury her face in Peridot's blonde curls. "You're more powerful than you know."
Peridot grew stronger every minute she spent with Jasper. She was like a greedy little sponge, soaking up the excess all too happily. Her emeraldine eyes shone with magic, glittering flecks in her irises. Jasper would bet that they glowed in the night just as hers did.
The Elder's that'd entombed her here...they, too, were radiant with magick. Jasper struggled to suppress her own essence when any of them were around, but it proved redundant seeing as they stole what she wouldn't give. Her horns. Her tears. Her blood.
They'd always return, more powerful than before, reeking of dark magicks. Their scent hung sour in the air, stagnant like boiling blood. Such a shame, that nauseating smell, seeing as one of them was even quite fair in face— if she wouldn't keep it hidden behind her robes.
Sometimes, when that particular fiend gleaned blood from her, a vibrant curl would spill from her hood, cascading over her shoulder. Jasper ached to snatch that lock of hair and pull her face into the dirt— beat her into it, till her companions no longer recognize her caved mug.
"You look serious again." Peridot's voice breached through her musings. "You can tell me if something is bothering you, Jasper." She eased her tension, her gentle hands toying with the hairs along her nape. When she was lost in thought, Peridot's mulish tone would always come find her, rope her out of the canyon of trepidation and help her see what was in front of her. What was real and here.
But, there was a fear lingering in the back of Jasper's mind, one that she didn't know if she should burden Peridot with. Not yet, not when Jasper couldn't be sure if Peridot would help her. And it just was nearing too quickly this year, she could already feel the walls huddling in around her, panic clawing from inside out with its sharp feelers.
The harvest festival. A riveting night of celebration, for the people to give the Warlord their gratitude. When the time arrived, not but a few months off, Jasper was to be subdued and given freedom for the night! Not before she was heavily sedated into near comatose submission, stripped by hands she couldn't see the bearer's of, and bound in a pure white cotton robe.
Though the details of these ceremonies usually all but melted away in the faded high of tranquilizers, Jasper knew the basics by heart. She'd be affixed on a carried throne, a wreath of white peony blossoms crowned on her head. Her horns would be at their fullest, curling back in dark spirals, adorned in pretty gold chains for the night.
Petals would fall free and trickle down her face, carried on the chilling winds and tangling in her hair.
Jasper would be lost in a fog for much of the night, recalling only the crowd's muted laughter and merriments. Flickers of color amongst the people, fulgent starbursts of light in the sky. The soft touch of a child's hand, reaching to grasp her limp fingers before she was carted further down the busy streets.
She was adorned like a treasure, and treated like one by the people here. If only she could tell them. Show them how she's being kept and condemned in this pit.
But she was petrified of the very real possibility that...even if every person knew of her confinement, it wouldn't make a difference. The ones in control of this town, they had their people so deluded in thinking that the fruits of their labors were due to her.
Hell, Peridot was her very own secret lover, visiting her nearly every day now, and it hardly made a difference to her how Jasper was being kept. She'd made no efforts to break the restraints she so easily could, she wouldn't even let Jasper talk about the idea of a life of freedom without shutting her down— shutting herself down.
Jasper's mouth quirked. "I don't want to stay here forever." She uttered, voice sounding far off in her own ears. "I can't keep you safe down here. I can't sleep with you down here."
I can't have a life with you...down here.
Peridot's brows knitted together, her expression torn, eyes flickering across Jasper's face.
"Jasper…"
"I'm not expecting you to help me anymore, I couldn't ask that of you. But if Peridot wants to know what's bothering Jasper," She shrugged, her body slumped against the wall and she slid to a seat on the floor. Her hands fell to her lap. Gaze directionless. "That's all it is, Peridot. That's what scares Jasper."
Images of the Elder's holding her down after the festival flashed in the forefront of her mind. Her weak struggles against them, the roar stirring in the pit of her chest that she couldn't sound. Their icy cold hands gripping her face and holding her still while another brought shears to the base of her horns.
The dull scraping of metal against her horns reverberating in her skull.
She used to fight so hard in the beginning. The first time those monsters had come for her, expecting to parade her around like a trophy...she'd gone mad. She bludgeoned one poor fool to death, only to have a sedative smothered in cloth over her mouth. She'd held her breath until her lungs screamed mercy and she was forced to inhale, deeply.
Jasper had struggled against the poison with everything in her being, her wrists still bleeding from her new restraints. It'd been no use, in the end. More sedative was poured down her throat, the taste of horehound making her stomach roil.
Resisting was pointless, it had been from the start— she'd just been too blinded by hope to realize it.
Peridot tilted her head to the side and came to sit beside Jasper, she stumbled into the crook of her lap again. Her hands were always so warm, nothing but tender with her.
"I don't want this for you." Peridot murmured, her response a hint shaken. Jasper wove her arms around her. "When I'm in my bed each night and my...my heart is aching for you and all I can do is feel guilty, how could I ever complain about pain or troubles when you're…? When you're chained down here and I'm— w-way up there.," Her breathing hitched, her hand flited to cover her mouth. "Feeling the sun on my face and never worrying if my hands are bound."
Peridot's tears were like a knife twisting in her chest. Jasper sighed, gathering her in a bundle in her arms.
"Worry about it no more, sorceress." Jasper soothed whilst tucking Peridot under her chin. There was a peacefulness in holding her, like Peridot had all the warmth of the sun in her. "I shouldn't have burdened you with my fears." She accepted bleakly.
Jasper could feel Peridot shaking her head. "No...no. I asked. I always want you to burden me with that. Not that it is a burden in this first place. I just want you to know y-you can confide in me. About anything. Especially the scary things." She streamed without taking a breath.
Jasper was glad Peridot couldn't see the grin spreading on her face. It'd been so long since she had someone like this in her life. Peridot didn't just possess the warmth of the sun, she carried all of its light as well.
A darker part of her craved to take it from her, it was too easy not to consider. If Jasper had Peridot's hands bound, there'd be little she could do to fight— she'd have to set her free. But with that freedom, she would lose every ounce of trust between them. Everything she'd built with Peridot till this point would be wiped clean.
Jasper didn't want that.
"Forgive me."
Peridot kissed her softly. "Don't be." She assured, her voice an angel's. "It's okay, Jasper."
There was heat in that gentle kiss, and Jasper demanded more of it. She crushed her mouth against Peridot's in reprieve, her tongue dipping out to seek entrance, which she gave freely.
Peridot moaned into their kiss, her pretty eyes pinched shut. Jasper smiled before brushing her thumb across Peridot's flushed cheeks.
She wanted Peridot as close as the world would allow her. Seamless, even. Wanted to be inside of her.
Jasper shifted Peridot in her arms, she let her slip easily to the ground. Peridot whined to lose contact, but every bit of it was replaced when Jasper had her pinned beneath her. The sorceress uttered a satisfied purr, her hands fell lazily above her head.
"So lovely…" Jasper praised and buried her furled horns in Peridot's neck. She rubbed them along her soft skin, taking care not to mar her with the jagged edges— keen on marking her scent deep.
Peridot smoothed her fingers across her horns, palmed them sternly and tried to steer her back up for a kiss. Jasper smirked, her mouth pressed to Peridot's bared collar, her hand cupped the back of her head.
Peridot gave a more forceful tug to her aching horns, earning her a warning glare so intense it made her release them— her hands found their way through Jasper's mane, instead.
"I just wanted you to kiss me…" Peridot fret, her hips rocking subtly, fingers fidgeting in her hair.
Sweet enough to make her fangs hurt.
Jasper gleefully obliged, her teeth flashing she was smiling too hard into the kiss. Peridot gasped when Jasper hastily maneuvered lower, intent on having her lips her elsewhere.
Jasper's hands slipped along the giving expanse of her body, lingering on her curves. She pet her languidly before sneaking beneath the thin fabric of her top. Her pert little breasts scarcely a handful in her wide palms. She rid Peridot of her attire all together, claws hooked in her leathers before peelings them away.
Peridot was too enchanting to be in such a place, in all her alluring glory, lain on the dirt and fucked by a beast in chains. It only brought Jasper immense pride that Peridot desired to be here.
Jasper snarled, her claws a hint away from dragging down Peridot's unmarred flesh, a sure mark of her possession, but she was unable to bring harm to one so precious. Jasper curled her talons safely away before ghosting her fingertips along her lover instead.
Peridot rose to her every touch, her back bowing into an elegant arch— her face twisting with a pinch of carnal agony.
Jasper came to her hands and knees, crawled over trembling Peridot and dipped her head to nudge her eyes open. "Peridot…" She cooed to her, eyes focused on no one else. Jasper's hair spilt around them in sheets, cocooning them away from the world. "Let me fuck you."
"Oh my stars." Peridot gasped, her eyes glittering wide. "Jasper…I don't…"
She didn't have to explain, it wasn't as if she owed her any explanation to begin with. Jasper would never force that from her. She had the growing suspicion that Peridot was fearful of solidifying something between them, something serious. Something committed and permanent that would require her to make that final choice— free her or leave her.
"Nevermind it, then." Jasper insisted, pressing her mouth against Peridot's collarbone.. "There are other ways I can have you." She promised in earnest, hers hips searching for contact and finding it in Peridot's lap. Her legs spread to accommodate her, inviting Jasper ardently on top of her.
Jasper shoved away her own trousers, her length sprung free, heavy and distended before Peridot's eyes— lost in splendor as they might be. Her hands reached for it, feathery tips of her fingers kissing sensation along the bulbous crown. It sent a jolt to the base of her cock, her hips surged forward, rocking her shaft further into Peridot's attentive hands.
A laugh trickled from her sorceress' lips, and Jasper answered it with a squelched whine— her body shuddered, head lolling on her slackened shoulders.
"You're going to pull it right out of me, love." Jasper warned, a smile tugging at her lips. Her brow knitted together when that heady pressure began to bloom in her stomach, coiling white hot in her abdomen. She grit her teeth, gnashing her fangs before clutching Peridot's knees in her hands.
She opened her legs wider and nestled deep against her bare sex. Jasper smothered Peridot beneath her now, encompassed her under her weight. Her stature. Her love.
She breathed her in, one hand petting the back of her head while the other clutched her thigh for dear life. She kneaded her plump curves, surely leaving bruises, though Peridot wasn't one to complain in this state.
Jasper rose up on her knees— giving her little lover some air. She clasped both of Peridot's dainty legs, admiring how her pale flesh meshed together. She pressed the length of her legs straight up the expanse of her chest, suddenly grateful for Peridot's flexibility.
Peridot wriggled nervously, blanching to have been put in such a compromising position. Jasper could thumb her slick folds apart and sink into her right here and now. She could be sheathed in that tight heat once again in seconds.
Her thatch of blonde curls were drenched with her own arousal, glistening in the dim firelight. Jasper shifted her weight, till her length lay throbbing against Peridot's sex. She rocked her hips shakily, without rhythm for a rapid moment. Her claws clutched Peridot's legs tight, applying more pressure to her shaft seated snuggly between her folds.
Her eyes rolled back, jaw hanging slack on a groan when she found her bearings and started a maddeningly quick pace against her tiny sorceress. Peridot was smothering her cock in arousal, her slick replacing friction with uninhibited movement.
Jasper gazed down at Peridot, in awe of her ecstasy— her legs fanned wide now— her needy body so ready to receive her. Her slight breast swayed with every thrust, bouncing when Jasper bucked harder against her.
Jasper palmed her breasts, tugged on her sugared red peaks with her calloused fingers. Peridot writhed, her sex slipping easily up her length. She was rocking her hips on her own now, greedy for release that Jasper was all to happy to give.
In a moment of sheer rapture, the swollen crown of her shaft wedged inside of Peridot's silken heat— immediately earning her a vice like spasm. She gasped for mercy and Jasper pulled from her— her heart still thundering in her chest, her head spinning in a blind fog.
"I'm sorry." Jasper mused, continuing on again with her earlier pace— slower, stirring her hips languidly to build up a frantic need for tension. Peridot always grew squirmy when the thrusts were too shallow, when the forays weren't deep enough. Hedonistic sorceress, stealing her pleasures where she could.
"I almost asked you to keep going." Peridot tried to laugh, the sound coming out terribly askew, more akin to a moan than anything. Her hands flitted to latch onto Jasper's wrists. For anchorage, for leverage. She gnawed her pink bottom lip between her teeth. "Hurry...before I decide I want more."
Jasper looked to heaven for mercy.
She slowed her gait to a snail's pace, giving Peridot nary a stir. Her plan proved useless when Peridot took the reigns and worked her own pace in motion, sending Jasper reeling. It was no fun letting Peridot do all the work, but there was something heart achingly beautiful in watching Peridot come from her own handy work— whether on her tongue, her hands, her cock. Anyway she could have her would more than suffice.
"Stop teasing, Jasper." Peridot murmured in a listless whisper, her mouth paused open on a sigh. She grew quiet in the chase for her orgasm, her hips quivering weakly. Her blonde hair was spread in disarray around her head, framing her abandoned face in a holy light. Her cheeks aflame with passion, lips glistening and thoroughly kissed.
Jasper would oblige her sorceress. She snared Peridot's lithe ankles, careful not to shatter them altogether in her encompassing grip. Peridot trusted her without hesitation, adjusted her position to allow Jasper further access to her softness.
Peridot's hands coursed along her milky abdomen, down low and between her spread thighs to toy with the crown of Jasper's shaft. She stroked her with every thrust, hands cupped tight for her.
Jasper's chains clattered, swaying along Peridot's calves and breaking chills across her skin.
She was losing herself to Peridot, freely. Ready to dive into her shimmering waters and never resurface. Wanted to drown in her.
"I won't last like this." Jasper relayed through clenched teeth, tension ticking in her jaw. Her release threatening to spill at any moment. She edged herself to hold on, to carry Peridot to completion. Though, it wouldn't be long for her either, Peridot was already a mess beneath her.
Before Jasper could even halt it, her orgasm peaked, consuming her. She was wanton, shamelessly humping away between her mate's legs. Ejaculating in thick, scorching ropes that lashed clean up Peridot's stomach— slathered between the valley of her breasts, pooling in the center of her clavicle.
Peridot was wordlessly writing against her, her lips parted on a soundless cry. Her hips flickering in a sporadic pace, her sex fluttering against her sensitive flesh.
"Jasper…" Peridot purred contentedly, her body wriggling closer into their nook. Satisfaction lit her up, her alabaster skin was aglow with her ardent pleasure. She whirled her fingers in calm circles, stirring Jasper's come across her ribcage. Her breasts. She suckled the tips of them clean, a sumptuous grin on her blushing face.
She was a god send.
Jasper nearly collapsed above her, her arms locking to keep her full weight from crushing her tiny love.
"Ah, Peridot." She tsked under her tongue, eyeing the mess she'd made on her. "Let's get you cleaned up." Her voice coaxing while she fell back against the wall and brought a limp Peridot into her arms for grooming.
She didn't put up a fight, she let her pliant body go dead and useless in Jasper's arms. The goofiest smile splayed on her rosy cheeks.
Jasper held Peridot high, bringing her glistening chest to her mouth. She licked her clean, laving her tongue in meticulous strokes. Peridot tried weakly to nudge her away, mumbling, "Gross…"
"You sound like a child." Jasper scolded. She pinched Peridot's chin in hand and tilted her head back, lapping away any remaining spend.
"And you're thorough." Peridot quipped back, shivering when Jasper finished up. "I can't go about smelling like you're drool, you know."
Jasper reached for Peridot's clothing. "Ah, but reeking of my come is what you'd rather?" She retorted before helping tug Peridot's shirt over her head, assisting her in poking her tiny arms through the sleeves.
She watched, fascinated while Peridot shimmied on her little underwear and her leathers. She had to jump a few times to get them snug around her curvy hips. Jasper rather enjoyed this ritual, there was something so domestic in it that made her feel like home.
When they were together, Jasper did not feel like a Warlord— she felt like a person. Someone desirable for things other than magical properties. It made her feel small. Normal. Important in a way she'd never been before.
It was silly. All Peridot was doing was redressing, and here Jasper was, contemplating a future as the woman's beastly wife. Protecting her. Protecting their bairns.
In a place far from here, it was possible. She'd take Peridot there one day.
Peridot was already slipping her boots on, her butt planted in the dirt— her leg kicked in the air while she tugged a zipper.
Jasper was used to the schedule they'd formed over the weeks. Peridot would visit with a gift or two, they'd wring an orgasm from each, have pleasant conversation, and then Peridot would leave— be on her way and out the door before the latest hours.
But Jasper didn't want Peridot to leave— at least for tonight.
"Peridot…" Jasper began, coming to a stand with knees still weak from release. Peridot looked over to her, a smile spread across her face. It was a gamble to suggest this. "You have to leave?"
That didn't come at as sure as she'd hoped.
"Yes...I...I hate to leave, you know I do."
"Then stay here." Jasper exclaimed, making her way over to embrace her sorceress. She could feel the resistance roiling within her before she even said a word. "Just for tonight. I won't ask all the time. I won't ask often."
The Elders...their nightly visits grew infrequent when the festival drew near, as if they wanted to keep their Warlord pretty for the people. There was a chance any of them could walk in and catch Peridot sleeping in her arms, she wasn't even quite sure what the consequences of that action would be.
What would Peridot think? When a hooded stranger, hiding their familiar face from her waltzed in— with a bowl and knife in hand, intent on weaning blood and scales from her. Would she protest such a thing? Would her eyes finally be opened?
"You can say no. It won't kill me to hear you say it."
"My answer is yes." Peridot tried to wrap her arms completely around Jasper's torso, she was already on the tips of her toes. "I'll stay tonight. A-and maybe a night here and there, but Jasper, this can't become habit."
"It won't." Jasper relayed most assuredly, her tone leaving little room for argument. "I promise. Just one night in your arms is enough." She muttered, mostly for herself. To convince herself that one night might just be enough. That she wouldn't become addicted to having that dark crater of loneliness packed in tight with gentle Peridot.
Living was bearable with Peridot. Living was worthwhile with Peridot. Jasper desired her freedom beyond all else, every part of her being craved it and would do anything to achieve it. Her endgame.
But Peridot skewed everything she'd thought she'd held in perspective. Peridot came at her running and expected Jasper to simply halt and catch. It was dizzying. The things she made her feel, the hopes Jasper now envisioned to claim for her own.
Just when Jasper thought she could catch her bearings with this enchanting creature, she was sent reeling when Peridot murmured, "I'll be right back, Jasper," Her mouth a breath away from hers. "I need a few things from home."
Jasper gazed out her scant port window, a chilled night went carried in the smell of changing seasons. The sconces in her tomb had long since been blow out and the tiny sorceress slumbering in her arms stirred deeper into her blankets.
She sank back against the wall, a tired sigh pulled from her chest. Peridot had fallen asleep hours ago, insisting that Jasper actually lay her down at some point, but it wasn't like she was in any position to refuse. Her chest rose and fell with her languid breathing, eyes darting behind her closed lids.
Jasper watched over her, content with time passing if Peridot was resting peacefully with her— wondering what dreams she dreamed of. She wasn't doing much sleeping herself anyway, and there was satisfaction in watching Peridot doze. She trusted her so.
Peridot was kind to her, merciful when no one else was. Jasper would see to it that when she did escape this place, even if Peridot did not choose to accompany her— she would be spared. No harm would come to her lovely head.
She pet a stray curls back behind Peridot's ears, the sensation jolting her. Her green eyes flashed open, and Jasper was taken aback to see them glowing electric— just as she'd theorized. Her eyes fanned shut once again, her face falling into blissful vacancy. Jasper chuckled to herself.
Though this moment was tranquil, Jasper's nerve was shaking harder with each passing second. Any minute now, and a hooded Elder would walk through that door. With unknown punishment on the horizon for her, perhaps for Peridot, too.
No. No matter the consequence, no matter the outcome of tonight— Jasper's would protect her.
She reveled in what peacefulness she could for the time being, even while her heart raced. Sweat beaded on her brow, her hand trembled while she pet Peridot's hair to soothe herself.
Then, the hauntingly familiar sound of footsteps echoed from outside her door. That grueling fear was almost immediately replaced with cold acceptance, like it'd been shucked out of her with one brutal yank. Peridot stirred in her lap and turned over to bury her face absently into Jasper's stomach.
Those footsteps grew louder, light shone from the cracks in the door. It wasn't swung wide like usual, but eased open without so much as a creak. Jasper squinted against the lantern in the Elder's hand, she cupped a hand over Peridot's eyes.
The lamplight was snuffed out and a pair of eyes could be seen, shining eerily across the room— as if those sinister eyes were pulling in all the light around them, sucking it into those dark abysmal pupils.
Jasper's lips curled into a snarl, her teeth bared in a silent warning.
"What's this?" An ominously sweet voice called from the darkness.
Jasper brought her knees up, sealing Peridot away from view. She kept her voice low, a whisper so not to wake her. "What does it look like?" Jasper fired back.
"It looks like someone might get hurt, Jasper. You're not forcing that girl to stay, are you?" Hardly a question of concern, her voice was lain with venom. Ridicule.
"Maybe I am." Jasper lied, seeing no good in telling this woman the truth. Peridot could become a target for these people, they could use her safety against her. "She's my new favorite. You know how I covet pretty females. I am a dragon, of course, or have you forgotten?" She feigned casual, gaze not leaving her tormentor's.
Jasper could hear a hiss of laughter. "Is that so?" She prodded, her outline barely distinguishable in the dark. Jasper's eyes had grown so weak without sunlight, her once sharp night vision was now a poor ghost of the past. "You'd do well in keeping your new favorite in line before we have to intervene. We can't have you putting infectious ideas in gullible young girls' heads."
"We hardly talk when we're together." Jasper sneered, hinting at lewdness. Lowering her worth before Peridot proved a weakness to her.
The Elder tsked under her tongue, eyes flickering to the payload bundled tightly in Jasper's arms, making her wary. "I think you're lying to me, Warlord. You're chatty lately, sounds like you've been doing a lot of talking. Your garrish speech is improving, and I see you've even been getting regular baths."
"Someone was bound to give a damn enough about me, eventually." Jasper spat.
"Why?"
Anger roiled in her presently, fear and anxiety gone. Now there was only surety. She would escape this place, and she'd make this hooded bitch suffer.
"Well, Jasper," Her velveteen voice began, the door rattled with her hand upon the latch, "I can see you're in good company, so I'll just leave you to it."
Jasper glowered at her, her head lowered to check over her mate. "You do that." She dismissed, waving her hand to rid them of her toxic presence.
And with a clatter of the door shutting behind her, she was gone. Ominous, stagnant aura lingering in her place. Like cold little winds clawing at her skin, whispering in her ears.
Jasper shuddered before peering down at snoozing Peridot. Her eyes still shut fast, quiet words mumbling from her mouth while she dreamed. She was relieved to see Peridot hadn't woken for that. While she hadn't known the Elder would just leave, with nary a fuss or threat, she had expected to put up some sort of fight. A heated argument that would rouse Peridot from slumber, and she would have no choice but to choose which side she was on.
Perhaps it was better this way, there will be other chances like this one. Jasper could tell her every gory detail, burden her with the horrors she would have to endure— what she had endured for centuries over.
It was a wonder how her horns had refused to die, they always grew back each and every time they were sheared. She rubbed her hand over one now, prideful at the length they'd achieved so far. If untouched, they would furl into deep ebony spirals. She would have to shape them and manicure them, polish them and gnash them against stone to keep them strong.
That thought alone made her giddy like a child, to possess what should be hers by right.