{wc: ~250} {top/dom!Nadia, bottom/sub!mc, oral sex, no penetration}
In this, Nadia plays Beauty and the Beast.
This fic is a part of @the-midsummer-masquerade
The room you find yourself in is so dark you can barely see in front of you. The scent of incense hangs in the air. Every once in a while there's a candle that helps guide you towards the bed. Towards Nadia.
You can see her through the curtains. Enchanted lights dance within the canopy, lighting the bed among the dark room. She purrs, the faux tiger print coat around her making her look elegant. She stands, beckoning you closer. "My pet. Come closer."
You obey, of course. There's no disappointing the countess.
You crawl onto the bed, and she cups your cheeks. "So precious. I fear I could eat you right up."
"I would not mind if you did. It would mean I could be part of you."
"How precious. But there are better ways to become closer, my pet."
She pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator regarding their latest catch. She traces her nails over your body. "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." Her eyes sparkle.
"Why don't we have a taste of each other?" She turns around, leaving you with her backside. Though you miss her gorgeous face, you can't exactly complain about the view.
She pats your legs. You know that order. You obey, parting them for her. She quietly laughs. "As tempting as ever. You're perfect."
She lowers herself, tasting you. You gasp, but as she lowers herself to you, you remember that you should be pleasing your countess too.
"Mmm," she sighs as you begin to taste her as well. "Good pet. Good good pet."
{WC: ~300} {dom!top!reader x bottom!sub!Levi, cosplay, crossdressing, feet}
Levi’s tail curled around himself nervously, wrinkling the fabric of his new, pristine dress. Tonight’s cosplay was a maid costume, a delicate orange to match the color of his magic. His hair adorned by an oversized bow, and the most thrilling part to you… his legs caressed by white and cream striped stockings, stretching from just under his knees down to his toes.
“Relax,” you whispered.
“S-sorry,” he yelped, forcing his tail to uncurl. He played with the hem of his skirt, nervously.
You gently wrapped your palms around his calf, tugging. He moved his leg for you, pointing his toes like a dancer and resting his leg in your lap.
You began to work, rubbing the arch of his foot with your thumbs, attempting to relax him as best you could. You gently squeezed at his heel, trying to work out the tension in his body.
“You’re sore… is it from your part time job? Did they have my poor little guppy on his feet all day?”
He nodded, his face so red one would think he was holding his breath tight, covering his face with the back of his palm.
You move to the pad of his foot, rubbing at the tender flesh, before moving to his toes, working your digits between each one ever so gently.
You place his well-pampered foot on a pillow, and reach for the next one, when something catches your eye.
Under his skirt,
Between his thighs,
His panties are wet.
“Levi… are you leaking from just a foot rub?”
“N-no, sh-shut up, only a pervert would d-do that…”
“It’s ok, Guppy, I’m not going to judge you. It’s ok to be a pervert around your master, I really don’t mind.”
“Nnngh, don’t talk so dirty, o-or I might… I might K.O.!!!”
“Just relax, this is for you, after all! Just let master take care of you, Levi-chan.”
“W-wooaahh…”
Completely flustered, he buried his face in his hands as you moved to his other foot.
Nadia celebrates the first night of her Masquerade with her favorite attendee.
This fic is a part of @the-midsummer-masquerade
There were few living in Vesuvia who possesed both a critical view of the Countess Nadia, and a fully formed brain. Under her management, the kingdom had flourished like no other, blooming after so many years of misfortune.
This was accredited to the many changes she made, with little hesitation or indecision. But perhaps one tradition nobody expected her to preserve was that of the Midsummer Masquerade.
“They say that it is unexpected of me,” she scoffed over an early dinner. The two of you had moved supper up the schedule, as when the moon rose the gates would be open for the masquerade. “That they “never would have guessed.” Really, it’s condescending. Just because I’m not as frivolous as my ex, I cannot have any fun?”
“Clearly it’s impossible to both make clear headed decisions for Vesuvia and also be horny,” you jested. She laughs in response.
“Well, I daresay that this will be the most successful, memorable, and enticing Midsummer Masquerade this palace has ever seen.”
“I can hardly wait… did… did you finish our outfits?”
“Of course I did, my pet. In fact, I’ve prepared you a few different ensembles. I… I was not sure what level of nudity you were comfortable with, so I made the base outfits more revealing, with an optional overcoat. Everything has been tailor made to accentuate your beauty. I… I can not wait to see you dressed in it.”
“Are you going to dress me, then?”
“Would you allow me the privilege?”
In your room, you undressed before her, as she watched you with eyes glowing with pride. Despite how many times you had done so for her, it always filled you with a sort of nervous thrill. Perhaps it was the unwavering gaze she lavished on you, the way her focus never shifted from your body as you disrobed in front of her. It made you feel like a piece of art being carefully evaluated… and appreciated.
She took the intricate, silk outfit, one adorned with gems such that it reflected colors around you as you twirled, and gently wrapped it around your nude body, indulgently caressing you as she worked. She smothered the fabric, needlessly, over your legs, your ass, and your chest, constantly adjusting the fabric.
You were absolutely stunning.
And she couldn’t wait to show you off.
~~~
To say that you were tired by the end of festivities was an understatement. You found that your body was completely exhausted, a little sore, and yet thoroughly satisfied.
You could barely stand as Nadia escorted you to her private baths, taking your arm both to support you… but also to possessively cling to you. So everyone would know you were hers and hers to keep.
“You seem to be in high spirits. Did you enjoy the events I planned?”
“Every last one,” you purred, allowing her to undress you.
“I hope that the other guests enjoyed it as well… although I must admit, I may have neglected my duties as host. For my eyes were only on you.”
You can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks. Despite how often she lavishes you with praise, you can’t help but feel flustered to this day. Perhaps that is merely a side effect of being head over heels for her, that you cannot help but melt in her hands.
Speaking of melting, the bath is divine. The warmth penetrates your sore muscles, delving straight to your bones. The mix of different scents, each particularly chosen by Nadia, brings you to a more relaxed state, allowing the night’s activities to replay in your mind.
And for yourself to become aroused again.
For a moment, you wonder if it would be perhaps selfish to ask Nadia’s help with your growing tension. after all, she had only spent the entire night doting over you. But before you can speak, it would seem she’s already noticed.
As gently as she is firm, she takes you by the waist and pulls you into her lap.
“Is my pet needy for more already?” She coos in an almost condescending tone. “ will I do with you? Even after all that exertionWhatever… you want more?”
You nod, leaning into her neck with a whimper.
“I want you to tell me.”
“I want you to finger me. Please, I want it.”
“And what do good pets say?”
“Please, ma’am.”
Her fingers sink between your thighs, quickly finding your arousal and stroking the most sensitive spots. She did not tease you, after all you were already quite overstimulated from the previous rounds. All she had to do was gently stroke you, with easy, light touches, and you were falling apart in her arms, whimpering and begging for relief.
“Truth be told… the reason I wanted to return the masquerade was for you.”
“Mm…mmmph…?” You didn’t bother with coherency, although you loved long talks with the countess about all sorts of intelligent matters… it was hard to converse with your tongue poking out of your lips.
