"I think I want to get one of my own."
Keara lounged across from Lanea, watching as her mother's human slaves attended to her needs. Cassie, as always, stood behind in her maid outfit ready to serve refreshments or fetch implements. Her mother's head maid looked fetching as she always did in her rubber and leather costume. Keara had seldom seen her without it on, and Cassie had been with her mother for as long as Keara could remember. Lanea looked up idly from where she had been stroking Thomas' bound form that lay across her lap. The boy was utterly naked save for the rope that kept him tensioned in a hogtie and his collar, and Lanea was taking delight in trailing her fingers lightly along his skin, creating waves of goosebumps and making Thomas moan in a delightful fashion. Her mother had broken him rather quickly, as all things went, and he had become her favoured lap pet among her playthings. Keara could see why; she had wiled away a number of hours herself, running her hands over his body. Thomas simply made the most delightful sounds, and squirmed in such an endearing fashion.
"You've grown tired of my pets, dear?" Lanea reached a hand underneath Thomas, and drew a plaintive moan from the horny boy as he involuntarily grinded against his Mistress.
Keara shrugged and reached out to scratch behind Emily's ear. The girl was bound in a green leather bitchsuit, and mumbled into her gag at the sudden touch. Initially trained as a pony with that adorable and stubborn Frankish fellow, she had been 'domesticated' when they had released Vince back into the mortal world. Emily's world was now the inside of Lanea's estate, and she had the run of the place. Keara reached out and gave the floppy tail protruding from Emily's backside a tug, and was rewarded with a moan of desire as Emily thrust herself towards Keara. But the Elf girl just giggled and gently shoved her back onto the floor where the bitchsuited girl grunted and squirmed in her bonds. Also adorable in her own way, if still quite rambunctious. Lanea enjoyed the girl's 'fire' as she put it, and allowed Emily the illusion of resistance. But she had a ruby collar the same as the other household slaves, and would not be leaving. Every now and then Lanea or Keara would hitch her back up in her pony gear and make a game of hunting her down across the estate's grounds. Keeping up the improbable impression that Emily could escape. Inevitably, when she was recaptured, Emily was leashed to the back of Lanea's small cart and led back to the main residence. The girl was always the most alluring shade of red when she was brought back inside, especially if her mother positioned a bound Thomas where the two humans could see one another.
"I don't think I could ever get tired of them Mother, you've picked such delightful companions from among the humans." Keara grinned, reaching back behind her to tweak the exposed nipple of another maid. The name escaped her, but the girl was fully enclosed in rubber, unlike Cassie, and was currently bound in place behind Keara for just such teasing carresses, "But they are yours. You've told me such tales of the taking. The binding. The breaking." She pushed herself up a little and waved an arm distractedly, "I mean, I've never been through a portal, never left Faerie. I'm capable enough. I'm old enough. I just...I'd just like to try."
Lanea cocked an eyebrow while continuing to tease Thomas, "You want to capture a human of your own?"
Keara tugged on the braid she had made of her auburn red hair, "Yes." Her brilliant green eyes searched those of Lanea, "Please Mother, let me try. I've never encountered one that wasn't already broken and at best beginning their training, if not fully enthralled." Keara sat up, her legs to either side of Emily, her hands resting on the girl's back, "I want to try it. What you do."
"What I do," Lanea murmured softly, lightly tickling Thomas' feet and sending the poor boy spasming with giggles, "The best time of year is still some ways away. Our ability to take humans now is...limited." She settled back into her luxurious soft seat, one hand kneading Thomas' naked rear, the other continuing to lightly tickle him. Her smile, while one of thought, clearly also spoke of her enjoyment as the boy twitched and moaned and squirmed on her lap. Keara preferred Thomas in his skintight catsuit, but she could see the appeal of her mother's preference to have him naked too. She had only managed to snuggle with Thomas a handful of times as he and Emily both tended to grace Lanea's bed when Keara's father was away. And he was away a fair bit these days. She eyed Lanea as the latter considered her request, hoping that she would say yes.
It was a blessing and a curse both to be the daughter of Lanea and Erlan, her father. Both were important in Faerie in their own way. Erlan, a High Councillor respected by his peers, and a reputed master in all that he set his mind to accomplishing. And Lanea...Lanea, the seductive, alluring Mistress of the Portals. Controller of access to and from the mortal realm. Accomplished in her own right as the absolute best at the taking, breaking, and training of human slaves. Not that many in Elven society cared much for the mortals, but to control the Portals was still a key position. Once held as an almost military post, back when those of the Faerie had feared human incursion into their realm, it was now a measure of social esteem. One that Lanea had controlled for so long that it was unthinkable for anyone else to even be considered for it. She provided an outlet for those who wanted either to experience the mortal realm, or to enjoy a human pet for a period of time. Those closest to her could hope to acquire a ruby collared slave, enabling them to keep that rarest of breeds, a human with an affinity for the Faerie. Rare enough that the half dozen that Lanea maintained within her household was a statement of power in and of itself. No other Elf had nearly so many. So. Both of them accomplished. Both of them respected. And then...there was Keara.
Keara wanted so badly to follow in her mother's footsteps, to attain that level of grace, of sensuality, of control. As it was, she had been teased by her fellows, mocked for the dusting of freckles across her pale face. A "human" characteristic that some of the more traditional elements in Faerie found suspect or distasteful. Lanea could reassure her all she wanted, but such mewlings by Keara's fellows still cut her, still affected her balance. And she could hardly hide herself away forever on her mother's estate. She had attained the Elven age of majority and yet she had found herself in a sort of self-imposed seclusion, amusing herself with the varied delights of the household. She needed to do something. Experience something that few in Faerie had. If she took a human of her own, even a simple emerald slave...that would be something. A boost of confidence for her. Something she could brag about when teased again.
Keara looked up as Lanea hummed in contemplation, her hands slowly stroking Thomas' flanks, "This is not the most auspicious time for what you want my dear." Keara opened her mouth, a plea charging forward, but her mother held up one hand and gave her a soft smile, "Nevertheless, I have a few select locations where the atmosphere is friendly to our sort of fun. You must promise to only use one of these, and you will use only one. So pick carefully, and conduct yourself well, otherwise you will be waiting some months before being allowed to try again." Her tone brooked no further argument, but Keara couldn't have cared less. She fairly thrummed with excitement. At last, at last, at last! She would get to finally journey out into the mortal realm. A chance to take a human prize for herself. Prove herself once and for all. Keara found herself tightly hugging Emily, the bound girl moaning into her gag. Even excited Elves maintain a certain sensual sort of presence and touch after all, and Emily for all her fire and hunger for escape was as enthralled and enslaved as Thomas.
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Some time later Keara stood in the Portal Clearing, checking herself over one final time. She had spent several hours doing as her mother had instructed, studying the possible openings and environments in which she could hope to ensnare a human pet. Discarding several out of hand, she had eventually whittled her options down to a small bed and breakfast establishment whose owner had a longstanding agreement with Lanea. The woman had steadily offered up playthings to the Elves, both singly and couples, and had always managed to ensure a certain quality to them. Unlike many of the other locations on offer, the BnB lady seemed like a sure bet. And with Keara limited to only one chance, she had pounced on it eagerly.
She had also taken pains with her appearance, not wanting to offer her plaything to be anything less than her best. After all, she was going to give them the best week or two of their life to date, and she wanted it to be memorable from start to finish. Keara had imbibed her mother's fascination with humans all her life, and the thought that she was about to have one to herself was thrilling. An uninitiated human, never having laid eyes on an Elf. Keara smiled and eased a slow hand down her selected catsuit. The dark forest green outfit ended at her ankles and wrists, and Keara had elected to remain barefoot for the time being. She could always summon boots into existence if she wanted, if her pet-to-be seemed amenable to that sort of look. She had a belt from which hung a pair of cuffs, a ball gag, and a collar with a thrumming emerald in its centre. She wanted to show her human immediately what was on offer. Her mother had occasionally used the BnB and had told her that nearly all the inhabitants of the room she would enter into were either too shocked to do much, or could be convinced that this was some kinky role play. Right up until the obvious magic started. Keara grinned. Her mother's stories about that moment with all her pets were her favourite parts, apart from the pets themselves. That moment when they suddenly realized they were caught for real, by a creature that everything they had ever heard of was supposed to be a myth.
The Sentinel on duty strolled over, an Elven woman who would clearly be a soldier whatever she wore and wherever Keara encountered her. Well muscled, clad in leather armour, her weapons sheathed but easily accessible, she stood with an easy confidence as she checked Keara over one last time. Her hair was bound up in a style much like Keara's, and she flashed a friendly smile as she finally met her gaze, "Well lass, ready for the hunt?"
Keara grinned eagerly, a hand running over the collar fixed to her belt, "I've waited forever for this day!"
The Sentinel smiled and gave a chuckle, "You have no idea how many times I've heard that from a Hunter. A few things, once more, just before you leave. Your human will not be fully in your thrall until they submit three times and you collar them. Play with them as you will, but I would recommend as a first timer that you concentrate on that first. The location you've selected will ease that transition as you will be able to use your magic if you wish to subdue them. If you would prefer, you may simply bundle them back here before you obtain their three submissions." Keara shook her head at that and the Sentinel sighed and shrugged, "Very well. My advice is to bring them back here before you try anything too intensive nonetheless. Mrs. Addison is a friend to us all, but her establishment can host other guests too who may not be so well inclined to our sort of play. The more experienced Hunters may take their time in the mortal realm, but tis safer for all if you return here as swiftly as you are able with your new pet."
Keara nodded along to the advice, having heard it many times from Lanea and now thrice from the Sentinel. She was eager to be away on her quest and, though she was thankful that the advice was offered, was confident in her abilities to snare some poor human.
The Sentinel gave her a searching look and then nodded, "Very well then lass, through the Portal to your front then. Take care, and enjoy yourself."
Keara gave a joyful shout and skipped nimbly forward into the roiling green mist between two interwoven trees, vanishing in Faerie and speeding towards the mortal realm and her plaything-to-be.
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Total darkness. A sensation akin to falling, for the briefest moment. Then her sense of self stilled. Her bare feet didn't feel grass anymore, but thick carpet. The dim outlines of a door were to her front, soft light from the room beyond breaking into the closet in which Keara now stood. Keara paused, taking in a few deep calming breaths. She had to be focused. Task at hand and all that. She could still feel the trembles of excitement racing up and down her arms and body, her entire being feeling as though she were repressing a squeal of excitement. Another breath. She cocked her head to one side. A faint murmuring from the other side of the door, as though someone were speaking or humming to themselves. Was her victim still awake? That could...well, that could go either way she supposed. No ability to simply wrap them up while they slept, awaking to a gag being jammed into place. No this would have to be a more dynamic capture. A seduction into bondage. Keara shivered with anticipation.
Keara gently twisted the knob of the door and pushed it open, stepping out into the dim light of the bedroom. It was much as she had heard it described. A small enough place, with room enough for a bed, a few side tables and sitting chair, and a smattering of belongings strewn about the place. Keara's gaze flicked over the surroundings for a moment and then settled on the other person in the room. She had been lying on the bed, murmuring to herself, but had sat up when her closet door opened. Dark eyes peered out from beneath pitch black bangs, the rest of her hair drawn back in a ponytail that was on the verge of disintegrating. Keara's eyes roamed approvingly down the shorter woman's figure, drinking in the olive-dark skin and pleasingly proportioned stature of her soon to be playmate. Standing up the woman would come up to Keara's chin, a pleasing change for the Elf girl. She was usually among the shorter Elves, and the thought of towering over a pet, especially once she donned some boots, sent a thrill through her. The woman was dressed still, as though she had been up waiting, sporting leather pants and a cute top that left her arms bare and displayed a pleasing amount of cleavage.
"So it's true," the woman breathed, a nervous smile dancing around her lips. She rose from the bed tentatively as Keara cleared the closet, and half raised a hand as if to point before dropping it, "I'd heard, but...well..." Keara nodded internally. So, a Seeker. There were a number of them that her mother or others encountered. Humans who somehow had gained a suspicion or knowledge of Elves. Of the Seekers, not all knew precisely what Elves wanted from humans but some did. And those tended to show up in suspected Elven hunting grounds dressed for...well, for play. Much like this woman was.
"You came here to see an Elf?" Keara giggled and twirled, feeling a teasing attitude rising within her. The way the woman looked at her made her want to perform, give her a good show of just what an Elf Mistress brought to the table. She sensually flowed forward, coming to within arms reach of the woman, and smiling down at her, "Why?"
Keara nearly giggled as she watched the woman nervously return her smile, a hand haltingly reaching out to fall just short of touching one of the cuffs dangling from Keara's waist, "I'd heard, uhh...well, Mrs. Addison she advertises this place. Not as this, but once you indicate an interest she asks...questions." The woman's smile gained some confidence, "I kinda enjoy this sort of thing anyway here anyway, and the chance to try it on with an Elf...well..." The smile grew a trifle more, and Keara returned it and stepped in close. The woman closed her eyes and managed, barely, to stifle a moan as Keara trailed a delicate hand over and across her neck and shoulders. Keara grinned. She was going to enjoy this.
She began as her mother taught her, circling the woman with one hand always in contact with her skin. The woman stood still, tensing and flexing underneath Keara's touch, moaning most fetchingly. A few times, breaking up the pattern, Keara leaned in to wrap an arm around her from behind and take a breath of her scent. It was intoxicating, and the woman seemed to enjoy the process as well, pressing herself into Keara each time the Elf girl came in for another pass. Keara exulted at the sensations racing through her, excitement and arousal racing through her nerves, making her body and mind feel as light as a feather. The woman moaned and muttered under her ministrations, reaching out her own hands now and then to touch or caress Keara's hips or torso. Keara allowed her these moments, seeing little harm in accustoming her playmate with the feel of her body. She would be worshipping it soon enough. Though, Keara thought as she pressed herself once more to the woman's back, inhaling her scent and letting loose a soft moan of her own, she had a body that Keara wouldn't mind spending time getting to know too. It was...mmmmm. Intoxicating...
She wove her slow sensual dance around the human, her touches becoming more frequent. Hungrier. Until, when both of them were breathing heavily she whirled to a halt in front of the woman, both arms around her, staring deeply into her eyes.
"Kiss me." the woman gasped out. Half plea, half...something. Verging on a command. Keara didn't care, she was fire. She was power. The woman was looking at her in a way that few ever had. Her mother's pets looked at her this way, but Keara could never have been certain if that was simply a result of their breaking by Lanea. Now though...an uncaptured human woman looked at her with hot lusting desire, tinged with an odd but thrilling mix of submission and dominance both. As though she had set off differing desires within her. Keara gloried in that thought even as she pressed herself to the woman's body and her mouth to the woman's lips. The kiss seemed to magnify the heat smouldering within Keara, and she found that she was tumbling onto the bed with the woman, the clink of the binding implements on her belt sounding as the two of them made impact.
Time seemed to stretch and hurry at the same time. Keara's plan for a slow, sensual seduction where she remained cool and in control was tossed by the wayside. She knew that was the plan, but Lanea had her own share of whirlwind sessions with playmates. She just had....oooooooooo... Keara arched her back and let out a moan as the still nameless woman brushed a touch across a most intimate place. Keara grasped both her wrists and pressed her back into the bed, grinning down at her pinioned pet,
"Very naughty of you little one." they both smiled at each other, and Keara dangled a set of cuffs in front of the woman's face, "I'd like to see you in a bit more leather." The woman grinned and nodded her ascent, offering her hands to Keara even as she undulated her hips beneath her. Keara found the sensation of trying to buckle cuffs into place while being stimulated below by the woman's movements to be quite challenging, and she had to stop more than once to steady herself with a hand on the woman's chest. Her hands seemed to unerringly find themselves planted on the lady's breasts, and Keara couldn't help but squeeze and knead them, drawing further moans from the woman. She managed to finish buckling both cuffs in place, but before she could lock them together the woman sat up and pressed herself to Keara, drawing the Elf girl's head down for another powerful, head swimmingly good kiss.
The woman gasped and pulled free from Keara's lips, pressing her forehead against her own. Keara smiled as she watched her examine the cuffs around her wrists and then nervously look up at the Elf, "Uh, I was wondering..." she blushed a little and Keara nearly tackled her to the bed to kiss her again, "Could I maybe, give you some leather to wear too?"
Keara tipped a finger underneath the girl's chin and kissed her, holding herself back from the sort of kissing the two of them had done before. Even so, it was a heady sensation as she pulled back and managed to whisper, "Do as you wish, pet." Keara moaned anew as she felt leather wrap around both her wrists, even as the human continued to stimulate her nether regions with her sensual movements. She managed to open her eyes just as she saw her now cuffed wrists snapped together. Any thought to protest this as unfair was swept away as the woman pulled herself up within the locked embrace of Keara's arms, "Now I can't escape you, and you can't escape me." The two of them giggled together and then the woman's lips locked around Keara's once more sending heated lust roiling through her again.
"Oooooh," Keara moaned as she felt the woman's hand lightly touch her catsuit covered inner thigh, "Oooo uuuuhhh, that feeeellss..."
The woman kissed her chin, trailing more along her jawline, and drawing further moans from Keara, "If you are going to moan like that little Elf, we should probably use that gag you brought. And when I'm through playing with you...I'll gag myself before you begin playing with me..." Keara was drunk with the pleasure of the woman's touch. Her words. Her scent. A small part of her mind worried at the fact that she was losing control. She was giving in to the scene, with all the risks that entailed. The rest of her mind was far too concerned with maintaining the feelings and sensations pulsing through her. She watched as the woman unsnapped the gag from her belt and held it in front of her. She locked eyes with the human and commanded, "Then pleasure me pet." and brought the ball firmly into her mouth, sealing it and feeling it being buckled closed.
"As you wish," the woman murmured seductively into her ear, one hand massaging Keara's breast and the other...the other dipping back down...back down to, ooooooooo.... Keara tossed her head back, moaning, and thrust her hips forward. Her gagged moans pleaded for the woman to give her more, and she did. Her hands were like beacons of pleasure as they moved about Keara's body, and the Elf girl was beside herself with lust and pleasure as she grinded on top of the human. The woman surged up again, locking her lips around the gag in Keara's mouth, and wrapping her arms carefully around the Elf. She smoothly and slowly pivoted, continuing to kiss and tease Keara, until the Elf lay sprawled on the bed, and the human was atop her pelvis. The two women locked eyes once more, both smouldering with lust, and then the human began to writhe and grind atop Keara, one hand holding the Elf's cuffed wrists above her head, the other teasing her breasts and nipples.
"It's only right that you feel pleasure first after all," the human breathed sultrily into Keara's ear. The Elf girl moaned at that, thrusting her hips as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. The woman gave a seductive chuckle as she eased herself down to begin licking and kissing in a line that began on the Elf's taut catsuit-covered stomach and moved upwards. As she went Keara heard her whisper sweet nothings, little teasing anecdotes of what she could do for her, how she could pleasure her, promises of all manner of things that lay ahead. And Keara loved it. Much as her plan had been to enslave and play with this human, it was oddly fun to be on the other side of the cuffs and gag. To be bound and receive pleasure. Not that Keara could ever see herself as a slave or sub. But...just this once...away from the judgmental gaze of her peers...she could just...be...
The woman had reached her chest, and teasingly stroked Keara's nipples through the rubber of her catsuit. The sensation was wonderful, and Keara moaned into her gag in response as the human chuckled and scooted herself up to look down at her momentary captive.
"We are going to have so much fun together aren't we?" The woman smiled. Both looked at the other and nodded, each one's gaze filled with promise. Keara grinned around her gag, thrusting her chest suggestively up, and the woman grinned in response, "Before I get to that, shall I use the last bit you brought with you?" She held up the collar with the emerald glinting faintly in it, and Keara felt her heart beat faster. She looked at the object dangling above her then squeaked into her gag as the human dove in for another kiss. Her entire vision was the woman's face, her eyes filled with lustful promises, her mouth and tongue bringing such sensations. She found herself nodding, moaning into the woman's mouth for the collar. For the full experience. Keara's mind was overwhelmed and took a moment to recognize the feeling of leather encircling her throat. She moaned and struggled sensually against her bonds, reveling in the feeling of bondage as a sub. Just this one time, she promised to herself. I'll still be taking this one home at the end of the night. But I can have fun. I can...experiment.
The woman smiled inches in front of her, and gripped the d-ring to pull Keara closer to her, "How does it feel to be a collared slave, little one?" Keara moaned, her mind still largely immersed in pleasure. But that tiny corner, the one increasingly beleaguered by the waves of pleasure assaulting Keara, spoke up again. The collar she had brought, it hadn't had a d-ring on it...
She opened her eyes to look up at the woman, still lying pressed against her. The human smiled down, and winked. When the eye she had winked opened, it was no longer the dark pupil from before but a brilliant yellow. Slitted, like a cat and definitely, distinctly, not a human trait. Wha...? The woman rolled upright, one hand planted on Keara's chest as she seemed to shiver. Her entire body seemed to blur before Keara's eyes. And then it stopped. And Keara screamed into her gag, eyes going wide.
The woman was not a woman. At least, not a human one. Perched upon her like some ancient predator, was the demonic form of a succubus. Brilliant red skin offset the dark leathers she still wore. Both eyes were now a bright yellow and they were focused on her as, before Keara's frightened eyes, two thin horns extended from underneath the black bangs. A tail slithered out from behind her, snaking its way up to caress Keara's raised arms before flipping back to play with her feet.
"You must be the youngest little Elf I've ever heard of being let out," the demoness chuckled from her domineering perch atop Keara, "A little Baby Elf. I'll be honest with you, that went far smoother than I thought. Was I to be your first capture?"
Despite her fear, Elves had all manner of stories about demons after all, Keara flushed red at the creature's half taunting half teasing tone. She gave an angry grunt into her gag.
"That's a yes." The succubus grinned, leaning down to run her tongue, now also much changed, across Keara's cheek and chin. The Elf moaned into her gag and yanked her head away, but the demoness just laughed. Keara felt her tail leave off teasing her feet and slither up to stroke along her catsuited inner thigh. The girl gasped into her gag, and the succubus gave a throaty growl of desire as she came in for another powerful, head-swimmingly dominant kiss, "I promise Baby Elf, this will be an experience you will never, ever forget. After all, you're my collared plaything now."
Keara moaned in denial, struggling against her bonds. The fiend on top of her clicked her fingers, and suddenly she felt herself yanked taut. Fresh cuffs buckled themselves around her ankles and thighs, pulling her into a tight star shape on the bed. Keara squeezed her eyes shut, and then yelped as she felt a hand yank on her braided hair. She opened her eyes again to see the succubus waggling a finger at her, "Naughty naughty little one. No closing your eyes, and trying to deny what is happening. You came hunting for a plaything, but I have made you my pet." The demoness grinded herself absently against Keara, sending pleasure coursing through her as she carried on in a gleeful tone, "I've spent waaay too long looking and waiting for my own elf to play with. You buggers are hard to find these days, let alone capture. But it just so happens that whispers of a place or two where humans are ensnared by Faerie Folk trickled down to me." She grinned and gave Keara's collar a satisfied tug, as though to remind both of them of her new status.
"I was all set for having to have a battle of wills all night long," The succubus slammed her weight down onto Keara, "Even getting physical!" Her face was barely an inch from Keara's, her fangs momentarily visible, before she smiled again and kissed Keara's nose, "but you practically fell right into my lap!" Keara grunted an angry denial, trying to struggle against the leather restraints and the weight of the demon woman holding her down, but the succubus kept up her grin as she rode the bucking bound Elf girl, "Yes, some latent submissiveness in you, no doubt about that. Well don't you worry Baby Elf. By the time I'm done with you, you will be just another happy, enthralled, and utterly subservient slave in my domain."
Keara gave a muffled shout of defiance and renewed her struggles, but the demoness grabbed her by the collar and yanked her in close, "My name, my sweet Elf slave, is Mistress Pantea. And I. Own. You." She let her fall back to the bed, "Now I've a few hours to kill before I think we need to head back. Let's get you back in the mood."
She grinned down at Keara and the Elf whimpered at the expression on Pantea's face. How was she ever going to be free of this horror?