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That Cithis is pleased with herself should be considered a warning sign, because by all means, she should be annoyed.
It has been five days now that they have spend in the Dungeon looking for Laios and his group and Pattadol, their uptight little warden, has been acting like a slavedriver. Admitted, it wasn´t like being a slavedriver was far from her actual job, but that does not mean that Cithis has to like it. And bullying Fleki and Lycion like that? Not acceptable.
“She´s going to reprimand us, Cithis!” Fleki bemoaned, Lycion joining in as was his wont. “We were just blowing of steam, we promise!” “Cithis, you have to help us!”
She shook her head. If Fleki and Lycion wanted to screw around in abandoned hallways while they were off duty it was nobody´s business but their own. And now apparently Cithis´.
So of course, she had promised to go and handle Pattadol - a loathsome job, usually; and it would have been, too, today, but Cithis had decided to make the best of it. And if her plan was ´illegal´, or ´immoral´, well – they all knew that Cithis was a criminal after all.
She finds Pattadol in an abandoned hallway, sitting alone and curled in on herself, evidently sulking. “Did Fleki send you?” she asks, looking up at Cithis as she approaches, elegant swaying hips an unfortunate waste on the poor girl.
“She did.” Cithis admits, gifting Pattadol a conspiratorial smile as she slides down the wall to settle beside her. Pattadol huffs. “You should lay off them,” Cithis pushes, “They aren´t hurting anyone.”
“They were-“ Pattadol blushes, cannot meet Cithis eyes, intently regards her drawn knees instead. - “They were having sex.” She mutters.
“I know” Cithis hums, she pads Pattadol´s knee, as though in understanding. “Fleki told me.”
“They were having sex in public. It was inappropriate! I had to reprimand them!”
Cithis turns to regard her, supresses a smile. “I don´t know… I mean I do understand that you´d be frustrated not having anybody to hook up with yourself- You´re still a virgin after all, aren´t you? – But letting it out on Fleki and Lycion...?” her voice drips with disappointment. Not too much, just enough.
Cithis is going for older and wiser, she is both. And Pattadol falls for it hook, line, and sinker.
“I am not…!” she screeches, flushing bright red and Cithis wants to laugh. How easy she is to rile up! Instead, she keeps calm, keeps smiling and gently, just barely noticeable, trails her long fingers a little further up where they are still resting on Pattadol´s knee.
The girl freezes. “What are you doing?” she demands. Just as expected.
“I don´t know what you´re talking about?” Cithis trills and keeps going.
“Stop that!” Pattadol orders, slapping Cithis´ hand, but not pushing it away; her face awash in conflicting emotions. Cithis stills in her exploration.
“I can stop” she offers “if you are sure-”, but she doesn´t retreat. Instead, she leans in, whispers. “I can smell your particular cocktail of hormones and desperation from here. Are you desperate, Pattadol?”
As far as Cithis knows it is impossible to suffer a heart attack from bluster alone, but right now, Pattadol seems close. Odious as she is most days, it turns out that if sufficiently flustered, her little warden can be cute.
She tries to deflect: “I will not take back my reprimand of Lycion and Fleki, if that´s what you´re getting at. They were acting unprofessional. They need to be punished!”
“Oh sweetheart,” Cithis murmurs, leaning in close to Pattadol´s ear - to Pattadol´s jaw, which she now presses a kiss to. “Just admit that you´re jealous- I could help you with that.” She smirks.
In one fluid motion Cithis rises to her feet.
She´s always been a tall woman but now she towers over Pattadol easily, her shadow covering the girl in her entirety. With a twinkle of her bells, she dispels the illusion that makes up her clothes, leaving her bare, but for her stays and the harness.
Pattadol´s eyes go wide, cheeks flushing furiously, evidently scandalised. “What in the world?” It seems, that Cithis´ audacity has paid off.
Trying and failing to regain her composure, Pattadol makes to rise. With one bare foot, Cithis pushes her back down. This is going to be so much fun.
Cithis smiles, tilting her head, “You mean this?” she asks, hands trailing down the harness and coming to rest touching the strap, deftly affixed at the hight of her crotch. She gives it a squeeze, feels the faint pleasure of the tactile illusion spell that she had cast upon it, “I told you I could help you have a good time, didn´t I?”
“This is deeply inappropriate!” Pattadol´s protests are futile.
“True-“ Cithis allows, pressing her foot down between Pattadol´s legs: Feeling her crotch, the clench of her muscles. She is warm, Pattadol, maybe even growing wet already. “But, you can´t deny that you are into this.” Cithis smirks. There is only one way that this is going to end and if Pattadol can´t see that - well, then she is lying to herself.
Blinking up at her with her big blue cow eyes, Pattadol is struggling for words. So, Cithis meets her half-way, sinking down to her knees, crawling towards her. “Come here, sweetheart” she croons. Long fingers reaching out to trail along Pattadol´s jaw. She is blushing so prettily; it almost makes up for that unfortunate nose.
Pattadol is still speechless, and she is still staring. With satisfaction Cithis notes the furtive glances stealing again and again to her boobs. She smirks – good. And with a well-timed tug on the back of Pattadol´s legs she deftly deposits her onto her back. Golden-blond hair splayed out across the dirty floor of the Dungeon.
“Oh my sweet girl-“ running her hands down her thighs, Cithis makes to unfasten Pattadol´s pants. Pattadol doesn´t stop her, though she is breathing heavily as Cithis adjusts her hips to better devest her of boots, breeches and under-things alike. Cithis hums in encouragement. “You´re doing very well.”
This is happening, it must be sinking in now. Undressed from the waist down Pattadol is spread out like a feast for Cithis to ravish. She adjusts her legs, positions them further apart for easier access, Pattadol lets her - This is where she wants to go.
When Cithis fingers touch her, Pattadol is wet, and she gasps, minutely tensing at the contact.
Cithis was right, she notes with satisfaction. Pattadol has not done this before, has not been touched here before. A sweet little virgin, Cithis´ and Cithis´ alone.
She takes her time exploring, fingers trailing through fine golden hair. Carefully she presses her thumb in, finding Pattadol´s clit and pressing down. “Good girl” she tells her as she shakes beneath her. Her fingers quest deeper, slipping down between Pattadol´s folds. She finds her entrance, hot at her centre and slowly, carefully, Cithis pushes inside.
Take your time she tells herself, no need to hurt her; this is going to be good.
“Cithis…” Pattadol struggles to speak. Breathless and blushing bright red as though delirious, she is adjusting to the intrusion. Cithis smirks, she adds another finger.
Pattadol gasps, eyes squeezing shut. “There you go,” Cithis whispers, encouragingly “Just like this.” She is stroking her insides, fingers sliding in and out – Pattadol already is deliciously wet. Another time, Cithis would love to taste her.
Removing her fingers, Cithis moves closer, all but crawling above Pattadol. Pinning her in place, prey to her predator; she couldn´t escape, even if she wanted to.
Cithis positions herself, blunt head of the stap pushing up against Pattadol´s sweet pink folds. The girl is shaking beneath her – She must be nervous.
In an attempt at calming her, Cithis strokes her thighs, massaging small circles into the inside with her thumbs, and it seems to work: Pattadol relaxes. Gently, Cithis spreads her legs farther apart, breaching her with her strap. Pattadol makes a wounded noise. Her insides are hot and ever so tight - Cithis allows herself to sink in.
She pushes in steadily, revelling in the feeling. The spell does its work beautifully and the base of the strap presses against Cithis´ own clit, edging her on even further. Cithis would be lying if she claimed she wasn´t enjoying this immensely, as her body comes to rest above Pattadol´s, her heavy breasts pressed against her, weight bearing her down.
The girl is blinking up at her, regarding her. Speechless for now her blue eyes are bright and shiny. Cithis wants to fuck her until she cries. Instead, she strokes her hair: “See,” she whispers, “I always knew you could do it.”
She readjusts her legs, knees positioned against the floor for better leverage, settles her hands on her hips, giving Pattadol a moment to adjust.
But not too much; Cithis starts thrusting. – And Pattadol keens. The second Cithis finds the right angle her mouth drops open, undignified sounds spilling out as Cithis thrust insider her, again and again.
If Cithis was a good person, or even just a better person, she would be gentle. This being Pattadol´s first time and all. She is a sweet thing, despite her personality. But Cithis is not a good person, and this is not about gentleness, or love or anything of the sort. This is about staking a claim- and Cithis can only restrain herself for so long.
Pattadol is hers now. Hers to own, hers to ruin.
She must be leaving bruises, Cithis reflects idly, her long fingernails harshly pressing into the poor girls, hips, into her thighs, but there is nothing to be done now. She holds her in place as her thrusts turn more forceful and even so, again and again, Pattadol is pushed over the dirty stone floor beneath her.
In the wake of Cithis´ desire, Pattadol is helpless. A moaning mess, back arched and cunt clenching tight against the strap as Cithis fucks her. Her fingers uselessly clawing against the floor.
Her small breasts too, make for a pretty sight where they are bouncing in time with Cithis´ movements. Next time she´ll have to get Pattadol topless.
Eventually, Cithis takes pity on her, slipping her hand back between Pattadol´s thighs. She finds her clit and rubs it, small, quick circles with her thumb to get her off, just so.
It works: “Cithis-“ Pattadol starts to plead, “Cithis, please…” It does not take long after that for her to come, body shaking and cunt clenching around her. Trying to stifle her sounds with her hand – so the others won´t hear. Not that Cithis would let them. This moment -this sight- belongs to Cithis alone.
“Good girl.” Cithis tells her, stilling her movements. She presses a kiss to her hairline, sweaty with exhaustion, and on second thought adds another, pressed right onto her mouth.
She pulls out carefully, conscious of the little sounds of discomfort that Pattadol makes. She must be so sensitive right now- (Oh the temptation to fuck her again, to just keep going.)
It is a pity, truly, Cithis thinks as her strap slips free, that her magic only extends to illusions: She can fuck Pattadol like a man if she wants to, but this, here, is where her magic ends.
The master of this Dungeon would be not so confined. If she were the Dungeon´s master, all that magic at her disposal, Cithis could put a child in her if she wanted to. Gift her the necessary parts, the necessary components, if only temporarily-
She would like it, Cithis realises. Seeing Pattadol heavy with her child. The precious daughter of the House of Vari carrying a prisoner´s bastard.
She gets herself off. Gets up. Pattadol is lying splayed out to her feet still, utterly vulnerable as she is catching her breath. Pants tossed aside out of reach in a messy bundle and bare legs betraying her ruination at Cithis hands.
She did this, Cithis preens.
“You´ll leave the others alone now, won´t you?” she asks, coldly, as she re-summons her clothes. “After all-” she takes in her handywork, smirking with satisfaction “-you´d have to report yourself, too. If you reported them.”
Pattadol is many things, ambitious, obnoxious, easily flustered and surprisingly a pleasure to fuck. But she is not a hypocrite. “Stay good” Cithis tells her, as she turns to leave. “I might even reward you for it.”