Iris O'Shea

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enslaved-griff‌:

Griffin shrugged.  “It just means this is likely where I’ll be spending eternity or ending up dead.  It’s…It’s a pill to swallow but I guess I’ve no choice anyways.”  The witch smiled at the Mistress, hoping he wasn’t making her feel terribly.  He knew it’d likely been hard, seeing him as he was.  He didn’t like to think about it, his training having been so thorough and aggressively destructive he could barely remember what he was like before when he was free.  “Me too.  It was a solid bit of effort on his part, but I’ll always be grateful to him for it.   I’m grateful to you too miss…..even if I didn’t know what it was you wanted then, I know you were trying to help me.”  The warlock smiled sheepishly, uncomfortable at even the slightest attention to his old self but knowing it was good to talk abut.  “Thank you.  And yes…I doubt I’ll have much good treatment here, but I hope I can at least hold onto myself better now.”

Another blush darkened his cheeks as she complimented him, an unasked for thrill going through him with the knowledge he’d pleased her.  That bite of her lip was enough for him to know what she was thinking, which in turn only caused memories of his own to resurface.  Rubbing the back of his neck, he nodded slightly.  “If you would?  I’d like to spend time with you again, and yes…a good end to the evening would be nice miss.”

Iris couldn’t entirely hide her chagrin in response to Griffin’s words. God she wished there was a way to get him freed, to have him pardoned. It was deadly unfair that supernaturals could abuse the system to punish their own kind when their crime had nothing to do with human associations. Then again, as she was no elder she had no power to overrule or get his sentence dismissed. Besides, there existed no trials or committee to oversee each case of humans or supernaturals being enslaved. When the laws had been set in place, no one had pictured that the system could be rigged and used for personal gain. They’d all thought it would be a swift solution and punishment of those who belonged to the human race or those who assisted them. Given how many humans, and sympathizers, the witch had put in custody, cases like Griffin’s were the ones that temporarily made her question her role in it all. The only cases that gave her pause and made her think about what she did and why. “He had to be quite the determined miracle worker thats for sure. And I’m relieved to hear you say that. I did want to help you, more than anything. I’ll always regret that I couldn’t.” She smiled back, trying to wipe the hint of sadness from her eyes and face. He seemed to want to change topics, and Iris wouldn’t deny that might be a good idea. “I can’t make any guarantees, this place is what it is, but not all of us are as bad as we might seem. Which ought to make it easier for you to hold on to who you are.” She hoped he wouldn’t find it too difficult. 

Her hazel eyes took in the sight of his deep red cheeks and the cute way he rubbed his neck. She could guess that her words might have stirred some memories, and that she might not be the only one reliving past memories. Which would mean he hadn’t forgotten, despite everything he had been trough. That was very flattering and slightly exciting. “Oh you bet I will. And you’ve got it handsome.” She said in that same playful tone, her eyes still sparkling with a certain sense of lust she found it hard to cover up. With a wave of her hand, his cell door opened and creaked open. “Didn’t you use to play the piano? Cause we could buy one and I could set it up at my place. You could use it whenever you feel the urge to.”

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enslaved-griff‌:

“That’s true.  I’ve been through a couple of them since You owned me, but this situation feels a bit more permanent.  Less slave markets and more short term rental agreements.”  He nodded, looking around at his cell a moment before returning his gaze to her face.  “My last Master bought me because he didn’t particularly like my…extreme submissiveness and decided to change it.  It was a year or more of slowly retraining and teaching me to come back to myself a bit, but I’m definitely more of myself…even if I doubt my training will ever leave.  It’s easy to slip back into if I’m not careful, though I know how to come back out again when I need to now.”  Griff nodded, looking at his feet.  It was easier sometimes, to bend to whoever owned him and not question a thing, blindly adore just because they claimed to control him.  However, it wasn’t really living, and being himself was definitely healthier for him.  He had really just had to learn to care about himself again, and sometimes he couldn’t find reason to was all.  

Blushing and looking back up at her, he smiled. “Sorry.  As I said, it’s a bit difficult to totally break the habit.  At least I’m not begging to serve you or going full blown “Mistress” On you I suppose.  Though you’re someone I don’t mind being a slave for.  Always were one of my favorites.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that, though permanence does offer some sliver of security.” She said, her tone oddly quiet. When Iris had met Griffin she had been gutted at the fate an innocent witch like him had been given. And it had been a sign that as convinced as she was by the cause, and as hard as she had worked to capture and enslave humans all over the world for their sins and to make the current world a safer place, the system had flaws. It could be used against supernaturals in a manner that she despised. Again Iris nodded a bit. “I’m so glad you found someone who were able to help you. I always regretted very much that I couldn’t.” She wasn’t ashamed to admit that. Even after she had relinquished her claim on Griffin she had felt immense guilt, the kind that lasted for years. She was not one to regret much in life, knowing well how it was impossible to control, but being unable to help him she had regretted and taken hard. “You should always feel free to be yourself. I know not every master or mistress will refrain from imposing their own expectations and desired behavior upon you, but I at least won’t.” 

His blush was cute, she had to admit. Iris was quick to shake her head. “Don’t apologize. Its totally okay. No you aren’t, which in turn is kind of sexy.” She winked playfully at him. “Why I am honored to hear that. You were a favorite of mine too.” She said, biting her bottom lip just a bit as her mind did return to some savory scenes from their past. At first all Iris had wanted to do was to save Griffin. But of course, given how deeply set he had been in his training, and how handsome he was, she hadn’t been able to resist. “So do you want me to spring yah for a bit? We can do whatever you like, though I would very much like for there to be a happy ending at the end of the night for both of us.” 

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Iris was aware that a kinder woman would have left Ivy be. It was not as if the girl would benefit much from what she was currently compelling the witch to do. In some sense, she did want Ivy to benefit. She wanted her to survive here, and at this rate, she wondered if the girl would. Her stubbornness was highly problematic, as was her attitude. Brave, but stupid. “Oh I get the feeling you’d hate to owe me a favor. If you are smart, you’ll repay it right away.” Iris replied calmly, almost lazily, as her eyes kept dancing over Ivy’s form. Long limbed as the girl was, she still had gorgeous shapes, shapes this dress of hers was accentuating. The ways in which Iris wanted to help Ivy were slightly twisted, and also spurned by the fact that the blonde was twice as alluring in her denial and disinterest. “You probably should have, but I gotta say I’m glad you didn’t.” her smirk deepened with the leg twitch and comment. With a wave of her hand, Iris had created a force field, caging them in, making it impossible for Ivy to slide out of the booth and run off. “See I do mind Ivy. You are in no position to tell me what to do. In fact, I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want, and you have no say what so ever. Until you learn that, this place is going to be hell for you.” The redheaded witch spoke slowly, but her tone had changed, turned dark but insistent. Shifting on the couch, Iris seated herself half on Ivy’s lap, her right leg between both of Ivy’s, her knees hiking the fabric of the blonde’s dress up while still allowing for room. “Don’t make me have to resort to restraints.” she murmured as her lips began to trace the skin of Ivy’s jaw, slowly covering her lips, hands coming up to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing the contours of her nipples trough her dress. 

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enslaved-griff‌:

Griffin was shocked to see Iris again, the Mistress giving him a lot of conflicting feelings.  Their history was so broad, and he’d been so many different people in her presence that it was hard to know how to interact.  He nearly slipped back into the deferential pet he’d been broken into for so long, used to being such for her when she had owned him.  However, he just closed his eyes, took stock of himself for just a moment, then let out a breath and looked up at her. “Iris, hey.”

He couldn’t help but smirk a bit, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Can’t believe a slave ended up at Vivifica’s Chateau huh?  But I’ve been alright.  Good as I can be I suppose. How’ve you been miss?”  The slip was an easy one, but he didn’t falter in it, just holding her eyes and waiting for a response.  It was much different than the adoring slave who wouldn’t have dared meet her gaze that she likely would have expected from him.

Iris was not used to feeling off kilter or as if she was lacking an upper hand or knowledge she would have deemed valuable. Now that she was, an unfamiliar uncertainty filled the witch. Leaving her to ponder what to say and how to say it and wonder if she should leave him alone, or offer him a break from the cell. What would hurt him least? Her offering a night out or politely walking away? Though as he met her gaze head on, in a wildly calm manner she had not seen in him since he was a teen, certainly not seen any trace of the last time they were shacking up, the choice of leaving disappeared. Had someone else actually done it? Gotten trough to him and made him feel safe enough to reimerge after all that harsh and torturous training? 

“N-No I just.. there’s lots of cities like this, more and more each decade. You do seem good. Far better off than last I saw you. What changed? And I’ve been fine, same old. You don’t have to use those formalities with me though.” She added that last part with a soft smile. He’d been one of the few she had tried to break that habit with, rather than having to reinstall it. If anything she was relieved to hear him dial it down to ‘miss’. 

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Griffin was rather used to sitting quietly on his own, the slave perched on his cot just watching the people outside pass by.  He was pretty sure he was nearing a decade as a slave, and in all honesty he had difficulty remembering what it was like being free.  He missed feeling his magic, using it to create and defend, but outside of that he wasn’t entirely sure what was daydream and what was true history anymore.  In quiet moments like these he sometimes tried to remember, but then the pain and sorrow of it all started to affect him and he immediately had to distract himself.  

Standing up, the witch ended up leaning against the bars, studying passerby till someone finally made eye contact. “Hi there.”

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Iris didn’t entirely know why she was at the chateau this rainy afternoon. Mostly she had to admit to being a bit lonely lately. Her coven was a great group of witches, but all very busy with their own lives, hobbies and various forms of entertainment. While she kept finding herself void of much to do. After having spent every day this week at the gym from opening to closing time, the witch had decided she ought to seek out some company, even if it was of a scared or loathing slave. Going past the cages, she tried to find someone who might not be as adverse to being rented, when a male voice spoke, and as soon as their eyes locked her jaw all but dropped. “What the hell.. Griffin?” She asked, not trying to hide the shock in her voice as she drew close to the bars too. 

“God I can’t believe you’re here. How have you been?” The last time they had spoken, she had apologetically tried to explain why she had to dissolve her claim and put him back in the system. If there was anything for Iris to feel guilty about, it was how she had not been able to help Griffin, not even as his mistress and keeper. 

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tinydelilah‌:

“they’re very rough with me… even when i’m walking how they tell me to or i’m doing everything they tell me to…” delilah frowned as she thought about how she was pushed around. “i’m also only a human… i don’t stand much of a chance in a fight against any of them.” she sighed softly. “no… no one requested me as their date.”

Iris made a tsk’ing sound, shaking her head as the girl talked. “You poor baby. Men can be so selfish and brute. And you seem like such a sweet, obedient girl.” She leaned forward again, resting both her hands on the girls knees as she peered into her dark hues. “Of course you don’t hon, and they thrive on that, knowing you’re not strong enough.” Tilting her head, Iris all too easily made up her mind. “Tell me sweetie, have you ever been with a woman before?” 

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tinydelilah‌:

“no… i bought it with money from my rentals.. guards aren’t that nice.” she murmured softly, brushing some hair that fell out of place. as she was asked to sit she nodded, taking a seat in the chair. “is there anything that i can get for you miss?”

“Men in general aren’t known to be that nice.” Iris commented with a small shrug, smiling an easy smile when the girl did as she asked, sat down in the chair next to her. Iris inched her own closer, unabashedly taking the girls hand, playing with her fingers with her own, brushing them calmly. “Are you here with anyone tonight?” She asked curiously. “I’m Iris by the way.” 

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ivyxjones‌:

The second Ivy heard the voice, even before she looked up to see the red head of hair, she knew it was Iris. This woman had one of the voices that she would never forget. Still remembering the sound of it from the night her bunker was raided and the witch brought her in. Looking over at her, as if Iris had come inside of her personal bubble, Ivy slid over a little to create some more space between them. “Yes, I am,” She answered shortly, taking a sip from her champagne, not having a clue who the woman was that owned this club. Other than seeing her from a distance, she’d never interacted with the woman before and figured that in the mass of slaves that were serving that Ivy just blended in with the others. In her mind, it was difficult tonight to tell the difference between those who were working the party and who were there with a supernatural. But sometimes, Ivy’s view of things were not what others saw. When the woman complimented her, she just quirked one of her brows and took another sip of her bubbly drink. “I was hoping it’d help keep attention off of me with the wig and all.”

Iris could tell long before she sat down that the human had recognized her voice and was not happy about having her come over to her table. Then again her anger and her dislike was in part what compelled the witch to come on over. Not because she had any need to be disliked up close, but because she thought the people who had nothing good to say about you were the most honest ones. And of course when someone disliked you this much, you found that compulsion to see if you could turn it around. A sick part of her wanted to do all these inappropriate, dirty acts to Ivy, eager to have her struggle between her negative emotions and her own lust. “Good for you I stepped over then. My coven leader owns this place and she does not take kindly to slackers.” She responded calmly and seriously, not messing around with that. Selena was not known to be overly tolerable with humans, and that was one of the reasons Iris herself respected the older witch a lot. At Ivy’s comment about the attention being kept off her with the wig, Iris could not help but smile. “Awh no. You definitely stand out in a crowd with that wig and well, costume in general.” Inching closer, the witch casually ran her hand over the bare skin of Ivy’s thigh all the way down to her knee. “Such a sexy dress.” 

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tinydelilah‌:

“one of the guards recommended it to me… he uh… he said that it suited me.” delilah giggled softly. her cheeks were tinted once again in their usual pink blush as she was called edible. “edible?” her head cocked to the side a little. she flinched a little as the others hand reached out to her, still one of her natural reactions. “s-sorry…” she then quickly stuttered out in reaction to her gentle touch. 

“So he bought it for you?” the mistress asked, her main intent still being out of curiosity, though the longer the girl lingered, the less true that was. She had this natural submissive streak to her, not to mention an attitude that screamed of innocent youth. “Yes, I could just eat you up, cupcake.” She said with a beaming smile, one that didn’t falter at the girls reaction. “Its alright pumpkin, I don’t wish you any harm.” she assured before patting the chair next to her own. “Why don’t you sit for a bit?” It was a suggestion, though any slave would be reckless to refuse one from a mistress. 

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When a selection of costumes had been brought to go through, Ivy had claimed the Cleopatra one right away. Mostly because the costume came with a wig and her blonde hair seemed to always grab the attention of others. And she wondered if maybe she hid it with the raven hair that she might be able to get through her service at this party. Not having a date, and honestly glad for it, Ivy found herself as a server and told specifically what was expected of her for the entirety of the evening. However, just an hour into the night, her feet were already aching and so after her last tray was emptied, she had taken it into the back and left it there, deciding to take a break all on her own. Thinking that she wasn’t being watched as it seemed that everyone was busy drinking and dancing all on their own, she plucked a flute of champagne off the bar and moved towards a couch she saw in a dark corner of the club, taking a seat just to get off of her feet for five minutes.

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Iris had been watching the blonde from afar, simply curious as to what the human would do or how she carried herself in public. Either could say a lot about ones character and personality. When Ivy moved to sit down at a corner table, Iris didn’t hesitate before moving right over there, seating herself next to the human with a cheery smile. “Taking a little breather are we?” She questioned in a light, playful tone. Either the girl was just overly brazen, or she didn’t know Selena well enough to understand that laziness would probably end up costing her fairly quickly. Signaling to another slave, she had them leave a bottle of tequila on the table. “You look absolutely stunning, by the way.” 

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delilah tried to keep her nerves in check as she moved through the party. her cheeks were tinted with a constant blush, due to the fact that she was wearing something completely out of her normal comfort zone. the outfit accented her curves, her legs accentuated by the knee high stocking also adorning them. she could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she walked before noticing someone had waved to get her attention. “may i help you?” she asked softly, a polite smile touching her face. 

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Iris was lounging about, taking stock of the crowd and the people in it. A lot of them had costumes worth admiring. Some dressing for attention in revealing get ups, others dressing for flare in bright colors and some dressing for horror, with blood and fake gore a key part of their costume. She was entertained to be sure, and with the steady streams of shots and drinks she was starting the night with a bang. Catching sight of a girl in the most adorable bunny costume she had ever seen, the redhead was practically tipping at the edge of her seat, trying to get the brunets attention. When she did walk over, the mistress smiled wide at her. “Yes! Where did you get your costume? Its the perfect balance between sexy and adorable. God you look just edible.” she said, her eyes twinkling as she reached out to stroke a lock of the girls hair. 

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Halloween Costume - Event #01

“Batgirl” 

Iris O’Shea 

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raphcarter‌:

Oh, thank god she had permission. “Y-yes Miss,” She answered, even though she wouldn’t be able to help being shy about vocalising things. It was a practice thing, perhaps – she so rarely did get to voice what she wanted.

She hadn’t expected the flick, or her immediate bodily reaction to it. The sound was somewhere between a cry and squeal of both pleasure and pain – and it was accompanied by a set of full body shivers as she came. It was still fairly short and sweet – as though it was easier to get that first orgasm out of the way and sensitise her for the rest but it was still damn good. “Oh fuck..” She whimpered, “Thank you, oh god thank you Miss…”

Still shivering a little when the next order came, Raph forced her legs apart a little more so the witch had full access. Her lashes fluttered a little as that talented tongue found her already sensitive clit, toes curling instinctively. The human tensed, pleasure even faster to build this time – and she was ruined when the fingers joined the fray. 

There was hardly a need to tell Iris what she wanted when the woman seemed to be able to read her body’s needs like a book. Seraphina whimpered a little, before bursting forth in a cry of pleasure. “Thank you!” She was louder about it this time, panting a little more, “Oh fuck, thank you Miss, you’re so good at this.” The girl had been afraid of this place and yet it seemed like there was more investment in her pleasure here than there had been prior in her life. That may not last but she’d be damned if she didn’t enjoy it while she could.

The girl seemed floored with relief as she was given permission, and this had Iris smirking. “You can call me Iris if you like. Formality we can toss out the window now. Nothing about this will be formal.” She said in a tone that revealed true excitement and eagerness to get started. Now the girl was constantly keeping her attention, and Iris felt the instant urge to reward her, to get lost in her sounds and motions. 

Her eyes glued to the girls cute face, her eyes danced with glee at watching her come, all violently but with no longevity. She’d had to make up for that, and she would do so pretty quickly. Though for entertainment, short and sweet was underappreciated the witch thought. “Mhh you are very welcome sweetie.” She murmured before busying herself entirely with feasting upon her core. The girl was so wet, so fast, her teeth had a hard time getting ahold of her sensitive, lubricated skin. Iris, being one to enjoy a good challenge, did not back down. Instead she laid down, flattening her body against the bed. Her entire mouth was now covering Raph’s runny cunny, a third finger being added as the rest continued to pump in and out of the girls tight honey hole. She made sure to curve them each time they slid far enough inside, loving the sensation of her tight walls clamping down on her digits. Caressing bare skin, Iris eventually placed a hand on Raph’s left breast, cupping her flesh and rubbing her thumb against a swollen nipple. Her objective had changed. Now her every intention was to have the girl cum as many times as her beautiful body could manage. 

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“I’m sorry-   are you talking to me?”

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“Is there any particular reason I shouldn’t be?” Iris prompted, eying the male from head to toe, all playful and curious as she approached him. Lately, she had played around with a lot of girls, though she was reminded of how different things could be with a male. Back when she was hunting humans, she had been one of the few on duty who did her utmost not to break with professional boundaries. Especially not with those of a lower rank. It sent the wrong message. Though now that she was no longer working non stop, she could choose to do pretty much what she liked. “My name is Iris. What’s yours?” 

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mxtalwvtch‌:

“I think we all struggle with that feeling. Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, I know I can look all cool and collected, like I’ve got it all figured out.” Selena smiled, joking softly to try and lighten both their moods. She had things figured out far more recently than she had in the past, now that she had her business and her coven. But Selena hadn’t always been that way, for the longest time she’d been lost. She was glad, however, to lend an ear to her friend and hopefully offer Iris some comfort or at least someone to talk to who would understand. Selena grinned when her friend playfully stuck out her tongue at her and nudged her shoulder against the other witch’s. “Only a little.” Selena winked teasingly. She smiled brightly when Iris agreed to her idea and picked herself up from the grass where she’d been whiling away her time. “That does sound good. I could use some time where we just cut loose and pretend like we’re kids. Life can get so serious.”

“Its good to know I’m not alone. I mean I know I’m not but its different being reminded and told. You do look awfully collected and put together. But we all have our struggles, big and small. You’re a good friend for sharing.” Iris said, smiling warmly back at Selena. “What? The coven leader doesn’t have it all together? Damn.” Iris joked right back, pretending to be shocked at Selena’s playful admittance. In times like these, Iris figured she had not yet been alive long enough. There were still aspects to life left to figure out, to explore and learn from. She did not think being alive longer than a regular human would allow her to piece together her life any faster. Rather the opposite. She considered having friends to talk openly and honestly with a crucial part to surviving and moving past these struggles and hurdles that life threw at you. “Luckily I have a high tolerance for cocky women.” Iris responded with ease. Getting to her feet she was openly excited to be moving on to something different from park lounging. “Kids have got it so easy, don’t we all want to be them? Amen to that.” She moved slowly forward, keeping in step with Selena as they left the park behind. 

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ivyxjones‌:

Maybe hanging onto her anger was what Ivy was using as her crutch to not let herself fully break down. But when the witch spoke, making it sound like Ivy owed her something because it gave her someone to focus it all on, it just pissed her off more. There wasn’t anything that Ivy could really do right now, expect follow the Mistress and there definitely wasn’t anything she could do to get out of this place. So though she was fuming, following her redhead out of the Chateau and into downtown, she was keeping an eye out for all the ways she might be able to escape. Every time she went out, this is what she did. She mapped out the city in her mind, searching for a weakness, for something that would help her get out of here eventually. As long as she had that, she wouldn’t give up hope nor would she fully break like she felt that supernaturals wanted her to do. “Doing me a favor?” She scoffed, shaking her head, biting back a bitter laugh. “I can pin my anger on all of you. You are not special,” Ivy tried not to let her anger boil over, not wanting her inner defiance to trigger the spell to bring that same pain back. 

Iris didn’t really care one way or another if what she was doing at the present time harmed or helped the girl. That was the beauty of this town, humans were in their rightful place at the bottom of the hierarchy pyramid. She could do whatever she liked with a human, save for killing them. That she did try to save for the select few who truly knew how to piss her off and did not deserve to see the light of day a second time. Strolling outside into the fresh air, the witch inhaled deeply and her smile widened further. There was something about being outside that tended to give her such joy. It was the one aspect of living on the road that she missed. The open plains and the air blowing across them. Taking a few glances at the blonde behind her, Iris eventually decided on a diner, pushing the door open and going for a table. Seated there she picked up a menu, waiting for the human to come join her. Unless she wanted to skulk around suspiciously. “See honey, that is where you are wrong. On two counts. One, you can pin your anger on all of us for now. In five years, ten years, however long your life lasts, that anger and light will have been beaten out of you. That is just a fact.” She kept her tone cool, but there was a certain note of menace to it as well. “And before you go arguing otherwise, take a good look around at the Chateau later. At your fellow slaves. They all came here thinking they’d fight and hate and break free. But none of them have. You’re the one who isn’t special babe. Me? I might not be special among my kind, but I am special among yours. Highest intake count to date. Promoted to high rank earlier than anyone before me. Not that I need your approval or care much for your opinion mind you.” Iris shrugged a bit, addressing the waitress as she came over, ordering for herself and then waving at Ivy. 

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lydiaswalker‌:

The blonde bounced slightly on one heel to the other, her hands twisting together nervously. She had never admitted what she and her friend had done to anyone. She’d always known she was a bit too curious to ever be considered straight, but she’d been too afraid to openly explore her sexuality. That one kiss though, it had been special. It was so different with a woman. And now that the option for another kiss was in front of her, she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Lydia gasped lightly as the witch pulled her closer. Her hand came up automatically, and it landed lightly on the other woman’s shoulder. She was warm, and Lydia was surprised to realize she wasn’t as terrified as she had been. At the order, she froze for just a moment. But did she really have any other choice?

Her heart thumping wildly in her chest, Lydia leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Iris’s.

The mix of fear and excitement this girl was obviously feeling had Iris reeling. She had missed this. The innocence of girls who had never touched another girl before in their life. The prospect of chipping away that innocence and introducing them to what sex with a real woman truly could be like. She was eager to see how this would pan out with this sunflower girl standing in front of her. Every little detail about her spoke of cautiousness and insecurity. Which, to be fair, wasn’t all that rare. They were not equals after all. 

Still the witch was prone to be softer with those who did not demand a firm hand or lessons to do as they were told. This girl right here did not seem like the difficult type. Iris’s eyes remained poised at the human as she seemed to freeze, unsure how to act. She would give her a second or two. The witch decided. 

When the kiss came, she sighed against Lydia’s lips, hands going around her waist, holding her close as she deepened the kiss, as hands explored her firm backside before simply wedging in between them to push those annoying slacks right off the girls body. “Mhh, now that was something else sweetie.” She breathed a praise when breaking the kiss, only pulling back slightly. “Do me a favor darling. Close your eyes and stand very still for me. Can you do that?” While she did expect an answer, it was not one open to any form of denial. Sliding her hands across the girls body, Iris made short work of her bra as well, her thumb circling Lydia’s left nipple, occasionally flipping her thumb across it.