Fern

“Pe-perhaps somewhere more…private?” Fey’s eyes locked onto Fern’s, forcing herself to stare up at her with submissive eyes. Fern had to feel good about herself. Such a beautiful elven warrior under her thumb with relative ease… // We could move it to DMs, though optional.

The elven spellbreaker still in her armour and with her shield and sword both on her back looked back up. Her head looked around for a moment, making sure they were not seen. “We’re making a lot of noise. Perhaps it’s best we move?”

The fabric proved to be somewhat of an annoyance. The elf grew increasingly frustrated with it in the way so desperate measures was taken and the dress was lifted to allow access to the real prize. Why it was so easy to just submit to Fern she didn’t know. But instinct drove her.

And continued she did, no words were spoken before she began her worship again, the previously passionate kissing and licking making a return. The pride and fury fizzling away as the elf became much more docile as she worked. Still passionate but calm.

“You want me to beg? Fine…!” It was humiliating and she took a few moments to actually put together the words. Her teeth gritted at the thoughts of it. The idea of begging for forgiveness was almost a step too far. “Fine! I’m sorry, okay? I was rude and acted shitty. Happy?”

It felt almost cruel to be yanked away when she had gotten so comfortable in the few moments she was allowed to worship. Now being forced to look Fern in the eyes and apologise? That felt more humiliating than what she had been doing. “I’m sorry for my past behavior?”

“Yes mistress…” That had slipped out by accident, yet it felted so right to say after she had heard her own voice form those words. She wouldn’t just give the length a single quick kiss however. There was some passion involved. Quickly getting a bit lost in it.

No taunts, no qwibs, no sarcastic and snarky comments. Feydoriel felt small, defeated. Her eyes locked on the crotch in front of her. She could see the frame oh so well. Even smell it. A moment was spent admiring what she could not fully see yet.

“….” No words came. How was she supposed to answer that? Was she supposed to introduce herself as the mighty elven warrior? The fair and noble elf or the pathetic excuse of an elf who is currently kneeling, ready to serve as soon as the word is given?

“You! Are! Not s-so! High and mighty! L-little human! You or your snarky comments!” As much as Fey tried to struggle against the grip, her body wouldn’t allow her. Like it had a mind of it’s own. She couldn’t even glare. She ultimately knew who was in charge after all…

Glaring eyes was all Fern would be met with. No amount of glaring from Fey’s side would hide how much she was losing that battle however. “What!? That you are equally bad or t-that you r-really should not act h-high and mi-mighty!?”

“You weren’t any better yourself! Snarky comments!” She avoided eye contact like the plague after that one. She was kneeling, but that alone was not enough to shut her up after all. Though it was a start. “No need to act so high and mighty little human..”

This time instead of flaring up in anger over the insult, she’d just do as she was commanded and get on her knees in front of the younger mage. That was all it took. She crumbled under her shaky legs when met with someone with a stronger will than her own.

There really was no shame, just an elf that tried her best to appear stronger, smarter, when in reality a command directed at her in the right tone would have her crumble like a house of cards. “You are not being very forward with what you want from me. Why are you here?”

“As if it is my fault you are distracting! Your form traps my eyes and i struggle to stop!” Even now her eyes were drawn to Fern’s perfect mounds and the length that even while flaccid was worthy of worship. Feydoriel was weak and she herself knew it.

Teeth gritted and pride winning out over quietly giving into defeat. Fern could have taken her victory then and there and walked away. But not anymore. “Excuse me!? You’re the one who can’t even hide your tits and dick! You think you are strong? Let me tell you, you’re not!”

The elf’s stern and insulted look quietly vanished as she realised she was acting way over her league in terms of threats. A simple low ranking noble with little to no power couldn’t do much in this situation. “Fuck you!” Reduced to insults, truly pathetic…

Fey would take the degenerate comment as an insult. Her gaze shifting again, though struggling. “Degenerate!? You have a lot of nerve to speak such of a noble! You take that back! I’ll have you put in a cell!” She had no authority to do that…

“Who says i want anything? You are just….ugh! Distracting! Seriously why don’t you have anything to cover yourself up with!?” The high elf, clearly in denial. Fern did have thr cards in this situation regardless of what Fey may believe…

“Make me help? And how exactly are tou gonna do that? You are very clearly a mage and i am a spellbreaker. It does not matter how powerful you supposedly are if you can’t use spells.” Her gaze only shifting for a brief moment as Fern proved to be distracting…