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Content Warnings/Kink spoilers: This is a longer entry at just under 10,000 words. As this is one of my lesbian BDSM stories everything is fully consensual, it’s only f/f, and leans much more into romance than my normal stuff. The first half of the entry is story, with the second half being two characters reading a smutty book followed by some mutual masturbation during shared fantasies.
Author’s note: I strongly suspect the last poll wasn’t working right. It got less voters than these polls normally do and when I tried to cast the tiebreaker before I started outlining it wouldn’t register it. If you ever notice your vote not registering, especially if it’s in the first 48 hours an entry is posted, please let me know! Sometimes the site I use to make the polls is wonky, but there isn’t really a better option I’ve found to replace it.
Also a quick peek behind the curtains: if there’s ever a tie on any of my poll driven stories I cast the tie breaking vote, and sometimes I’ll try to work in aspects from some of the options that were tied but not chosen (which happened with this entry). It happens a LOT with this story, as my lesbian BDSM romances never get as many voters as my other stories (even though they seem to get more page hits/upvotes where that’s a thing I can see). If you’re a regular reader and don’t vote keep in mind the total number of voters are so low that your vote WILL affect where the story goes!
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Naoka woke with a start, yawling in alarm as she practically jumped out of her sheets. She scrambled around in a small circle on all fours like an alarmed cat, her tail puffed up, as she tried to figure out what the loud crash that had woken her up was.
The dim glow coming from the far side of the room allowed the Kittaran to see what had happened. Somehow the Mirror of Dhuarcain had fallen over and was now lying face down on the floor, the glow coming from its reflective surface seen only as an outline around where it lay on the floor.
Although certain she hadn’t heard the shattering of glass Naoka still leaped out of bed, terrified the mirror had broken. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she felt it might pop, uncertain what would happen to the ghost girl trapped in the mirror if her home was broken.
Naoka thought only of coming to the girl’s aid as she scrambled across the room. She wasn’t aware of her tail being comically puffed up, nor was she consciously aware of scampering across the room on all fours like an animal.
The fearful tension building like an iron ball in her chest loosened when she tipped the large mirror back up and saw the glass was fine. The Girl in the Mirror was there too, easing her worry further.
What Naoka saw as she lifted the mirror left her feeling momentarily disoriented. It looked as though when the mirror had been tipped face down the girl inside the mirror’s reflection had been left on all fours on the glass, like her home had been tipped over and she’d been left precariously sitting on a fragile pane of glass. The moment Naoka had started to tip the mirror back up the girl had slid off the glass, letting out a surprised “oh!” as she tumbled to the floor.
“I’m so sorry,” Naoka blurted out, concerned she’d hurt the girl by tipping her home upright so quickly and without warning.
“You just surprised me is all,” the girl said, laughing anxiously. Once her mirror was fully upright she stood up and dusted off the semi-transparent white dress she was wearing. This had kept her looking down. She’d been starting to say something else as she looked up, only to blurt out a barking laugh of surprise.
She erupted into an uncontrolled giggling fit, bending over with a hand braced on her side of the mirror for support as she pointed at Naoka with her other hand. “Your tail! Gods, just look how puffed up it is! It looks like a fucking feather duster right now!”
Naoka grabbed her tail and started stroking it to try and smooth down the puffed up fur. “I got scared,” she said, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “And I was VERY worried about you,” she added, glaring and feeling a bit hurt the girl was laughing at her.
“Dumb cat,” the girl said, wiping away tears of mirth. “My mirror can’t be broken, at least not by being knocked over. The magic imprisoning me in it is too strong. It’s probably the most powerful thing in the entire manor. Well, ALMOST the most powerful thing.”
Naoka huffed, refusing to take the bait for the moment. “What happened? What knocked your mirror over?”
The girl’s expression went blank. “No idea,” she said with a shrug.
Naoka narrowed her eyes. “You do that when you’re lying,” she accused. She narrowed her eyes further. “You do that when you WANT someone to know you’re lying.”
The girl kept her expression blank and shrugged again. “No idea what you’re talking about. But now that you’re awake—”
“Nu-uh,” Naoka said, dropping her tail before putting her hands on her hips and stomping her foot. “No games till you tell me how you knocked the mirror over.”
The Girl in the Mirror let out a long, dramatic sigh as she crossed her arms, turned her back to Naoka, and fell heavily into the glass separating her from the real world. She landed hard enough on it that the mirror nearly tipped over. “No idea,” the girl said with another sigh, peeking over her shoulder to flash a mischievous grin at Naoka.
“If you wanted my attention you could have woken me up in a less alarming way,” Naoka told her, still annoyed and not yet wanting to let on how happy she was that the girl wanted her attention enough that she’d knock her home over this way.
“Ah, but this was more fun,” the girl declared as she turned around, grinning fiendishly. “And now I know how absolutely cute you look when you’re startled! Your tail didn’t puff out like that before you were in heat, did it?”
At the mention of her tail Naoka had returned to holding and stroking it to soothe herself. “Not really,” she muttered, feeling slightly unsettled.
“And it wasn’t common for you to scamper across the floor on all fours like that?”
The Kittaran stroked her tail faster, flushing in embarrassment as she realized she HAD scampered like an animal to the mirror. “I think it’s getting worse,” she muttered self-consciously. “I should ask Madelynn if it’s going to KEEP getting worse.”
“It’s NOT getting worse,” the girl said, her expression growing serious. “It’s fucking ADORABLE. It’s sexy in a cute way. It’s getting BETTER.”
“I don’t know if I see it that way,” Naoka replied, voice meek and full of doubt as she kept stroking her tail.
“Your Mistresses do, and their opinion is what matters,” the girl told Naoka haughtily with her chin turned up. Her expression suddenly fell into a villainous grin. “Unless you’ve decided to stop trying to be a good girl. Are you going to refuse the tea tomorrow?”
Naoka dropped her tail and flashed a defiant pout at The Girl in the Mirror. “I’m not trying to be a good girl, I AM one,” she insisted. “And I will ALWAYS drink the tea!”
The Girl in the Mirror erupted in a fresh fit of amused giggles, hugging herself as she fell to the floor to roll about in mirth. “You’re so fucking easy to get a rise out of!”
Naoka forced herself to calm down and not grow further flustered. She could tell the girl was going to keep this teasing up unless she was able to redirect her mischief in a different direction. “You woke me up for a reason,” she said. “But I think before I let you do whatever you wanted I should get to ask you some questions. I want to know about your past, BEFORE you got trapped in the mirror.”
The Girl in the Mirror sat up, propping herself up on her hands as she lazily leaned back. “Sure, we can play the game of story time. I’ll even SHOW you some of my stories. But keep in mind I’m a liar and most of it won’t be true.”
“I know,” Naoka told her as she wandered off to gather some pillows and blankets to throw on the floor in front of the girl’s mirror. When she sat she found identical pillows and blankets on the floor inside the mirror as though they’d always been there.
“Can you control that?” she asked as she got comfortable.
“Control what?” the girl asked, trying to look innocent as she looked around in confusion.
Naoka rolled her eyes. “The things in there. The way sometimes it’s a reflection of what’s out here but sometimes it’s not.”
The girl met her eyes, blinked dumbly, and replied, “I don’t understand.”
“Fine, don’t tell me,” Naoka said with another roll of her eyes. She was annoyed, but not in a bad way. She liked this game. She liked HER, liked her teasing games. But part of that game was pretending NOT to like it.
“But you WILL tell me about who you were BEFORE? And after that I want to know about this witch everyone keeps talking about!”
The girl, who was now sitting in a perfect mirror image of how Naoka was sitting, lit up. “No,” the girl said excitedly, “that’s what THEY want you to ask about. What you SHOULD be asking about is the Mirror Sword. It’s what matters. And it has everything to do with who I was before, the witch, and your Mistresses.”
Naoka’s ears perked up. “You mean OUR Mistresses.”
The girl made a dismissive wave. “Sure, sure, that’s what I meant.”
Naoka gave her a suspicious look. She wasn’t sure The Girl in the Mirror did anything unintentionally. So what was that slip up? Was it misdirection for some game, a planted seed to make her think the girl served a master that wasn’t her Mistresses?
Something in the mirror world caught her eye. Something just at the edge of what she could see, a flash of movement. Had it been a white cat peeking around the mirror’s edge? Or had that just been her mind playing tricks with her?
“Did I just see Sel—”
The Girl in the Mirror made a “tsk” sound as though chasing off a curious cat. Naoka started, uncertain if it was confirmation of what she’d seen or if it was directed at her.
“No, you didn’t,” the girl said, expression and voice flat. “And even if you did you DIDN’T. And especially if you did it’s best not to say her name out loud. Now enough about that, it’s story time. You want to know about the girl I WAS, the witch, and the Mirror Sword.”
When Naoka sat up, her attention piqued, the girl shadowed her movement. But as she did there was a flash in the mirror, like the sun reflecting off its glass that momentarily made Naoka look away. When Naoka looked back a large sword was laying in the girl’s lap, its blade so reflective it looked like it was made of mirror glass.
“The Mirror Sword,” the girl said, stroking it lovingly. “MY sword once upon a time,” she added, staring down at it adoringly. “Before it was even THIS, it was just… my sword,” she said, eyes strange as she lost herself in memories.
Naoka sat silently watching as the reflection of her bedroom faded to black. Slowly the world in the mirror returned, only different.
The room around the girl now had stone walls like it was inside a castle. She sat on a simple bed and more like it were spread through a spartan living area, like the place was some kind of dormitory and barracks. There were signs that the room was occupied by other young women, although women that lived simple lives with only a handful of personal possessions. Amongst them were several items suggesting the owners also lived a martial life. Naoka saw swords and pieces of armor along with magical staffs and wands.
After the world came into focus the girl was still sitting the same, only her clothing was different. The semi-transparent gown was gone, replaced with something that reminded Naoka of the black padded uniforms the city guard wore under their armor.
“Back then it wasn’t the Mirror Sword yet,” the girl went on, still stroking the weapon in her lap lovingly.
Naoka noticed the sword was different. The shape was the same, but the blade no longer looked like it was made of reflective glass. Instead, it was metal yet not NORMAL metal. It had a faint glow to it, suggesting a powerful enchantment.
“It was a family heirloom,” the girl went on. “Passed down through three generations of warriors. Each greater than the last. The weight of the expectations that came with the sword…”
She trailed off, the scene around her slowly starting to dim. The girl looked up, eyes full of immense sadness. “I was supposed to be their leader.”
The world behind her dimmed further, a spotlight shining on the barracks as a group of figures appeared. They were all ill-defined, little more than shadowed outlines.
Naoka counted six girls, their vague shadowed forms only hinting at tantalizing details. At least two had pointed ears suggesting they were Elves, one small and slender the other plump. One of the girls, a stocky one with an almost masculine build, had curved goat horns implying she was a Faun. Another had a bushy tail and animal ears, although Naoka couldn’t tell whether the girl was a Vulpenite or a Kittaran.
The Girl in the Mirror started listing off their names. “Peare. Emiko. Teldy. Resi. Gwynaetha.” She paused when she’d named all but one of the girls. “Maybe one day I can tell you stories about them all. Maybe we can play the lying game and I can tell you BETTER stories than the sad stories they all ended up being. But today there’s only one of them that matters.”
Behind The Girl in the Mirror the shadowed figures faded from sight one by one till only one remained, the slender girl with the pointed Elven ears. “Amoera,” The Girl in the Mirror declared, saying the name as a soft frustrated sigh of sadness and longing.
Naoka gasped. “That’s your safeword!”
The Girl in the Mirror nodded. “Chosen because there was never a less safe girl to have in your life. See she was… special. She made you FEEL things. You felt things STRONGER when you were around her. She WAS passion, a burning crimson passion none of us understood until it was too late.”
Naoka had about a hundred questions she wanted to ask but kept them all to herself. She could tell this was a fragile moment. She could feel that interrupting the girl would ruin everything, so she waited for the girl to explain further.
“She was a Blood Elve,” the girl eventually said. When she saw that meant nothing to Naoka she went on. “I suppose there’s not many of them left. Honestly, I don’t think there were EVER that many of them. But back then there was enough. Enough that people, especially the members of the Sisterhood of Righteousness, knew to distrust them.
“See, the Blood Elves, their race was… cursed? No… That’s not the right word. Destined. Their race was destined. Every member destined to serve The Corruption, the evil perverse force the Sisterhood existed to fight.”
The girl looked over her shoulder, letting out a long sigh of sadness as she looked back at the shadow of Amoera. “Amoera had never shown any sign of being anything other than good. She’d earned her place in the keep we trained in more than any of us, especially me. I’d never earned ANYTHING. I was given it all just because of who my mother was.”
When the girl looked back at Naoka her face was full of anger. “Those nasty old cunts NEVER trusted Amoera. She was the best of us, yet they drove her away with their mistrust. And oh, how we all paid…”
She trailed off again, the spotlight shining on the shadowed figure disappearing behind her. As the background grew dim the shadowed girl ducked down, turning and disappearing into the shadows. “Their distrust drove Amoera away,” the girl repeated. “She left the safety of the keep and fled into an enchanted forest where she met a Forest Witch, THE Forest Witch that would change all of our lives”
The world behind the girl shifted. The barracks in the keep faded, replaced by an enchanted forest shrouded in night and lit by dancing fireflies. The shadowed figure of Amoera was shown creeping cautiously through the forest till she encountered a small cabin. The door to the cabin opened, light flooding from it. A second shadowed figure, only their outline seen in the light shining out the door, appeared.
It was a woman, tall and majestic with magnificent deer-like Antlers. There was an earthy sexiness to the slender yet thickly curved Faun, a natural charisma the shadowed figure of Amoera was instantly drawn to. The sight of the girl going to the Faun as she beckoned her into her cabin left Naoka a little breathless. She could almost hear the woman’s voice… Almost see what happened inside the cabin. Seduction. Submission. Corruption.
The world inside the mirror went black, the vivid dreamlike images flooding through Naoka’s mind snuffed out in a flash.
“Even after all this time, even after all that happened, that witch still has enough power that YOU, pretty little kitty, can feel her allure,” the girl said with a bitter laugh.
Naoka focused her attention on The Girl in the Mirror. She was standing now, dressed in armor and wielding her sword, yet it wasn’t yet the Mirror Sword. She was in the enchanted forest, looking anxious and scared.
“I led the others to go save Amoera,” she told Naoka as the shadowed figures of the girls she’d meant to lead appeared behind her. “But all I did was lead them all to their dooms,” she said with a resigned sigh as one by one they all faded from sight. “See, Amoera neither needed nor wanted saving. And while they each met their doom in that enchanted forest I found myself a captive of the witch.”
The forest behind her became a cozy, cluttered cabin as filled with magical implements as it was with BDSM gear. The Forest Witch appeared, although her features remained shrouded in shadow even as she stood just behind The Girl in the Mirror with her hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“They’re a sort of demi-god,” The Girl in the Mirror explained. “Each serving a different master, each a different iteration of the same sensually monstrous, manipulative woman. Women who need to learn things are drawn to them, but everything learned while with one of the witches comes at a cost.”
She paused, reaching a hand to stroke the shadowed hand on her shoulder lovingly yet begrudgingly. “How I became her captive doesn’t matter. What’s important is she knew I was there to kill her and accepted it was fated to happen. See, the sword, three generations of women in my family had used it to kill a Forest Witch. She put it in a mirror and then forced me to learn things, to ADMIT things. The way I felt for women… the way I felt for Amoera.”
The girl sighed, holding the shadowed hand on her shoulder. “She changed me that day. But I still killed her,” she said, voice low and sad as the shadowed, antlered figure looming behind her disappeared. “It drove Amoera away. I left the witch’s forest changed, and so was my sword. Being in the mirror had done something to it.”
Behind the girl the world inside the mirror changed once again. A stone keep with a forest in the distance. The Girl in the Mirror stood on the ramparts, a sinister army hidden in shadow making its way from the forest towards the keep. She stood, armored and holding the Mirror Sword. “The sword had power, but not enough to save me from something far darker than any Forest Witch. Yet even though I’d killed her some of her was left. Amoera had asked her to save me, so she used the last of her power to do it.”
A door into the keep behind the girl opened and the mirror world moved into the room. In it was a full body mirror and standing beside it an antlered woman standing in shadow.
“Go through the mirror and you’ll have safety, but at a cost. You’ll only have blood and ash,” The Girl in the Mirror said, her tone making it clear she was quoting the witch. “Those evil witches ALWAYS lie even when they tell the truth, and there’s ALWAYS another cost that goes unspoken,” she said with a weary sad sigh.
The world in the mirror went dark, slowly returning to being a mirror image of Naoka’s bedroom, only with the girl standing where Naoka should be. “I was tricked. My soul was torn from my body as I travelled through the mirror to ‘safety’. Those torn away pieces put into mirrors that each of the witches keep as wards to keep them safe.”
When the girl paused Naoka could tell she wanted her to ask, “From what?”
“The body,” the girl said as she slowly began to change. Her orange-red hair lost its color till it was stark white. Her skin paled further till it looked almost bleached out. Her eyes became red. Her clothing became a sexy, revealing leather outfit that would have looked at home on either a battlefield or a playroom.
“It kept my name AND the sword. It has only blood and ash. It’s… a terror. That’s what some call it, ‘The Terror of the Eternal Night’. Everywhere it goes there is only night, no sun ever rises. It can’t eat, it drinks only blood. It feels no love, only the bitter pain and anger of ash. It HATES the witches, blames them for what it’s become, trapped in a never aging immortal body. When it can it tries to kill the witches, but the Mirrors of Dhuarcain ward it away. The only thing it fears is me, the pieces of its soul. It finds them abhorrent.”
Naoka watched as the terrifying, evil version of the girl faded, replaced by the orange-red haired scamp she’d grown so fond of. “If all of that’s true didn’t our Mistresses stealing you from your witch endanger her?”
“Yes,” the girl replied, blinking in surprise. “You’re paying attention. Yes, it endangered her for a time until a new mirror appeared with part of me in it. But that’s not what’s important. The sword, kitten,” she said, holding her hands out as the Mirror Sword appeared in her outstretched hands. “Before they stole ME they’d spent time captured by the body. They stole ME to keep it away in case it ever found them because before they escaped they stole something from the monster. They stole the Mirror Sword. It’s here, somewhere in the manor. And you, naive, gullible, horny little kitten, are going to find it.”
Naoka crossed her arms and gave the girl a skeptical look. “I don’t know if I believe all of that. I think… I think MOST of that was true. But if it’s even half true why would our Mistresses want me to find the sword?”
The Girl in the Mirror’s face went blank. “They don’t,” she said, voice flat.
“You only do that when you’re lying,” Naoka accused. She remembered what she’d realized the last time she’d made the accusation and amended it to say, “Or when you want me to THINK you’re lying.”
“Maybe I want you to find it,” she said, face and voice still blank. “Perhaps I just want you to get in trouble looking for it. Or if it IS real I want you to find it because doing so will enrage our Mistresses so much they’ll kick you out. Maybe I despise your pure sweetness and want to see you booted out of here.”
Naoka shook her head. “I don’t believe THAT. You LIKE me.” The Girl in the Mirror scoffed but didn’t deny it, causing Naoka to smile in triumph.
“Maybe,” the girl begrudgingly admitted. “And maybe THAT’S why I want you to find the sword. Maybe I think you’re the one that can save me. Maybe if you find the sword then plunge it into my mirror—”
A purple shimmer appeared between Naoka and the Mirror of Dhuarcain then solidified into a floating ghostly girl. “Abso-fucking-lutely NOT,” Gwendolyn half screamed to prevent The Girl in the Mirror from finishing what she was saying. “You, bed,” she snapped, pointing at Naoka then across the room. “NOW.”
The fierce look on Gwendolyn’s face sent Naoka scampering to her bed. She practically jumped into it, ears turned down and tailed puffed out as she hid under the covers, only peeking out to watch what was happening on the other side of the room.
Gwendolyn turned to the mirror, nearly screaming. “What dangerous mischief are you up to? Why were you showing her THAT sword? You KNOW we’re not allowed to talk about. And why were you trying to get her to… to…” She spluttered, unable to repeat what she’d heard the girl saying. “That’s almost as monstrous as trying to trick her into going into your mirror!”
She started to say something else but stopped, looking confused. “Wait a minute. How long have you been talking to her?”
From her hiding place under the covers Naoka’s ears perked up. She had forgotten Gwendolyn had been tasked with spying on her.
The Girl in the Mirror cocked her head and gave Gwendolyn a confused, innocent look. “Weren’t you watching and listening? We’ve been talking for some time. I told her ALL about the Mirror Sword. Strange, you’re supposed to stop me from doing stuff like that, aren’t you?”
Gwendolyn looked even more confused. “But as soon as you started talking about it… But no, you HAD to have been talking for some time. But… But our Mistresses and the Priestess just left. But if so how did Naoka get over here?” She looked from the bed to the mirror, looking even more confused and more than a little alarmed.
The Girl in the Mirror gave her a mocking look of sympathy. “Aww, poor ghost girl, always so confused. Losing track of time. Maybe you’re finally starting to fade away.”
Gwendolyn’s face twisted into a harsh expression of anger. She jabbed a finger at the mirror and blurted out angrily, “Mischief! This is mischief of YOUR making!!! I’m going to tell our Mistresses all about it next time I’m reporting to them. They’ll want to know you can muddle my mind like this. And they are going to be VERY interested to learn you’re trying to get her to look for that sword, especially since we’re not even supposed to talk about it!”
The girl shrugged and started playing with her nails to show her lack of concern. “YOU’RE not supposed to talk about, not me. They WANT her to go looking for it.”
“More Mischief,” Gwendolyn accused. “They most certainly do NOT. I was given clear instructions that I’m supposed to stop her from even asking about it if she ever finds out it’s h—” She stopped mid word, throwing her hands over her mouth.
When she glanced at Naoka hiding in the bed The Girl in the Mirror laughed. “Ooooh, you messed up there. Now she KNOWS it’s in the manor somewhere.”
Naoka wasn’t so sure Gwendolyn had messed up. She had a strong suspicion this was all rehearsed, just another play being put on for her benefit. Then again, Gwendolyn DOES seem angry and frazzled, Naoka thought. Maybe like so much here this is truth and lies all mixed together.
“No more mischief tonight,” Gwendolyn declared after dropping her hands from her mouth.
The Girl in the Mirror shrugged her shoulders again. “Fine,” she said nonchalantly. “I’ve gotten up to plenty of it anyway.” She leaned to the side, looking past Gwendolyn to wave then blow a kiss to Naoka. “Till next time, kitten!” A moment later she was gone from the mirror, the reflection in it appearing as it should.
Gwendolyn huffed then whirled around, floating angrily towards where Naoka lay peeking out from under the covers. “You just forget about all the lies and mischief she’s been filling your head with tonight. It’s VERY late and you need to get to bed.”
Naoka, voice muffled from how she was cutely peeking out from under the blankets, said, “But I’m up now. I’m not even a little sleepy.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Gwendolyn declared as she floated up beside the bed. “You need to stay in bed and stay out of further mischief!”
Naoka saw an opening and decided to take it. She dropped the blankets and gave the ghost girl a defiant look. “If you want me to stay in bed and stay out of trouble you need to stay with me till I fall asleep. I want attention, YOUR attention,” she said, aware she sounded both greedy and selfish but not caring.
Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. “And if I don’t give in to your demands for attention?”
“I’ll go looking for the Mirror Sword,” Naoka declared, furry ears rotating slightly to point at the door to show her interest in leaving her room.
“Fine,” Gwendolyn said with a resigned sigh. “I’ll spend time with you. I’ll give you all the attention you want you. But you stay IN BED and as soon as you start to feel tired you go to fucking sleep.”
Naoka bounced happily, throwing the blankets open and patting the bed beside her. “Come sit with me and we’ll read together,” she said excitedly as she turned and grabbed a book sitting on her nightstand. “I want to read more of Terin’s Great Journey with you!”
Gwendolyn floated up into the big four poster bed then made to “sit” cross legged beside Naoka, floating close enough to the mattress that it created the allusion she was sitting on it. “Oh, you just want to read some smut and make yourself all hot and bothered,” Gwendolyn said with another roll of her eyes. “You’d think after the day you’d had you’d be satisfied and at least want a break till morning.”
Naoka had been about to open the book but stopped, turning to Gwendolyn and cocking her head as her ears perked up. “Were you watching the whole thing?”
“I watch everything that matters,” the ghost girl said evasively.
The idea of Gwendolyn always watching her, no matter what salacious thing was being done to her, sent a thrill through the young Kittaran. Her tail lashed in excitement, flinging itself towards the ghost girl but not quite getting close enough to “touch” her.
“Does literally everything make you horny?” Gwendolyn asked in exacerbation. Before Naoka cold answer she added, “Do remember your first rule. No cumming without permission.” She pointed at the book in Naoka’s lap. “Is reading that going to lead to you getting yourself in trouble?”
Naoka looked from the book then to Gwendolyn. “I’m a good girl. I’m not going to get myself into trouble.”
“We’ll see about that,” Gwendolyn said skeptically. “Go on, open it up,” she added pointing to the book. “But this time you read it out loud. I read too slowly. You’ll just end up staring at me and thinking dirty thoughts that will get us BOTH worked up and into trouble.”
There was a tassel built into the book’s binding that served as a bookmark. Naoka had thought she’d left it where she’d last read but found the tassel had slipped out. “Do you remember what we read last?”
“Yes,” Gwendolyn said. “This was one of my favorite books, I could practically recite it from memory. Turn to the table of contents and I’ll tell you where we were last.”
Naoka opened the book to the requested page, turning it so Gwendolyn could see the table of contents.
“Huh,” Gwendolyn said, staring at the open book in confusion. “This must be a different edition. All these chapter names look unfamiliar to me. Maybe it’s a weird translation? I suppose with as old as the book is it MUST have been written in a different language. I guessed I’d never really thought about it.”
Naoka’s ears perked up. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the book. It felt weighty in her hands and had a hint of warmth to it. There was a slight tingle coming from it, something special she suspected was subtle magic.
Nearly everything in this manor has potential magic in it and I’m starting to be able to pick up on when it’s active, she thought happily. Not just magic swords and enchanted mirrors. But the women and the girls. The sex toys. The halls and paintings. Even the books, ESPECIALLY this book.
“We should open it to a random chapter,” Naoka declared, confident the book would lead them to whatever game or mystery it was at work playing out.
With her eyes still closed she closed the book then reopened it, flipping through the pages till she felt the impulse to stop. After flinging the book open she opened her eyes, unsurprised to find she’d conveniently opened the book to the first page of a chapter. Naoka ran her finger under the chapter heading and read it to Gwendolyn. “The honored party guest.”
Gwendolyn furrowed her brow. “I don’t remember there being a party anywhere in the story,” she said, looking confused.
Naoka was eager to find out if Gwendolyn was just remembering things poorly or if this copy of the book was drastically different from the one she’d read.
She started reading, using her excitement as an excuse to scoot a little closer to Gwendolyn. She knew she couldn’t touch her, but she could be close to the girl and pretend, and maybe if she set the right mood the girl might touch HER.
The Kittaran knew that was selfish, but she planned on making it up to Gwendolyn one day. Next time I see Liedia I’ll ask her about the Necklace of Erizad. She has it, I think that means she wants the ability to be with Gwendolyn one day. But if I can’t get her to reconnect with her former love then maybe she’ll let me borrow it so I can be with her.
“Do try to keep you sweet, naive hopes more quiet,” Gwendolyn said softly.
Naoka glanced at her, fairly certain the girl’s cheeks were flush, although with the way she was hued purple and slightly see through it was hard to tell. I was thinking too loud again, she thought.
“Yes,” Gwendolyn agreed. “You were. You ALWAYS are. You should know there will be no happy ending for me, for Liedia, for anyone here. But it’s sweet you think there can be. Just read, you horny, sweet mess,” she said, moving as though tapping the open book but not actually touching the page.
Naoka started to read. There was something about the chapter that was more thrilling than the last one she’d read. In it Terin, the story’s heroine, needed to find out some information about her foes. Conveniently the two monsters who wore the disguise of Human women were throwing a costume ball. Terin had dressed up, putting on a skimpy costume and mask and gone to the party undercover.
As the Kittaran eagerly read the story out loud she couldn’t help but imagine the villainesses’ manor was her Mistresses’. The party was easy for her to imagine as well, she simply pictured the party where she’d been Liedia’s instrument but imagined all the guests had been in fun, sexy costumes wearing masks.
There was a tense moment when Terin had to interact with her foes, knowing who they were and worrying they would be able to recognize her. It was a tense meeting, with lots of flirting and even some light pawing at the heroine that left Naoka purring lightly as she imagined herself being the one the two older domineering women were pawing at.
“Hold up,” Gwendolyn said. “Read that last bit again, the description of the villainesses.”
Naoka did, but only after hissing slightly. Stopping and going back to reread a passage spoiled much of the heat she’d been building. “Happy?” she asked snottily after rereading the passage. “Can I go on? I want to find out what happens to Terin. I bet they know it’s her and are just pretending. I like pretending. I want them to trick her and capture her and do things to her.”
“You’re already too worked up,” Gwendolyn said dismissively. “You’re thinking too much about what’s going to happen and not paying enough attention to what you’re reading. Don’t you find that description of the villainesses… odd?”
“Odd?” Naoka asked, ears perking up. She looked up from the book and saw the look of consternation on Gwendolyn’s face. “What’s odd about it?”
“It’s wrong,” Gwendolyn said as her face twisted up in confusion and anxiety. “The writing style is all wrong. The descriptions in the story are always so vague… So you can picture yourself or women you fancy in place of the heroine or villainesses. That’s always been part of the book’s popularity.”
Naoka tried to remember the other times she’d read from the book. Terin had never been described in any meaningful detail, but the villainesses had been. They’d always reminded her of their Mistresses and Naoka told Gwendolyn that.
The ghostly girl pointed at the passage they’d reread. “Never like that. That’s TOO much like them. That’s not two women who remind me of them, that’s a clear description OF them!”
Naoka saw what she was saying but didn’t care and told Gwendolyn so.
“Someone did something to the book,” Gwendolyn declared.
Naoka thought the clear implication was their Mistresses had altered the book, but then she noticed Gwendolyn glaring at the Mirror of Dhuarcain. “She can’t have done anything to it,” Naoka told Gwendolyn.
“No, but she could have had help,” Gwendolyn replied, staring daggers at the mirror.
“Or maybe it’s all part of the game you’re all playing tonight,” Naoka suggested, flashing Gwendolyn a sly smile.
Gwendolyn crossed her arms and pouted. “Well if it is it’s a game I’m not part of and I don’t like it. Just keep reading,” she added with a huff after giving the mirror one final glare then looking back at the book.
Naoka continued reading, growing more excited as she went on. It was made clear to the reader, but not Terin, that the villainesses had recognized her. They spent some time toying with her, teasing and playing sensual games of cat and mouse with the heroine. Finally they ended up tricking Terin into playing a party game where she would become a “living shrine” to Sylvulva, Goddess of Sapphic Desire.
As the villainesses tied Terin to a pillar Naoka read faster, purring loud enough to make Gwendolyn giggle. The position Terin was bound in left Naoka squirming as she imagined herself in the heroine’s place. Bound to a pillar, her arms behind her back and her legs roped up and spread open so partygoers could come, kneel before her, and “worship” Sylvulva by eating her out.
Occasional glances at Gwendolyn told Naoka that the girl was nearly as into the heat of the story as she was. Her cheeks were flush and her eyes heavily lidded. She’d uncrossed her legs and adjusted them so she could slip a hand between her thighs in preparation of the heat rising enough for her hand to begin to wander.
What had started as a kinky party game turned into something more real when a Priestess of Sylvulva joined them. She gagged Terin, leading to the heroine realizing just how helpless she was. As the heat in the scene was rising both girls were preparing to start playing with themselves. They adjusted how they were laying, moving closer as they prepared for the intimacy of a little mutual masturbation.
Before they started something in the book ruined both their moods. At first there hadn’t been a detailed description of the Priestess. But as a full-blown sex scene involving her began one was needed, and when Naoka read it out loud both girls were left unsettled.
“That’s a description of Astani,” Gwendolyn said, sounding as uneasy as Naoka felt.
“Why put her in the book?” Naoka asked.
“I… I don’t know. This is… This isn’t normal,” Gwendolyn said, inching a bit away from Naoka and the book. “Maybe we should stop reading. We can do something else. We could—”
Naoka wasn’t listening to her. She was staring at the book, rereading the description of the Priestess. “There has to be a reason our Mistresses put Astani in here,” she insisted. “There seems to ALWAYS be a reason for a mystery here. Mysteries built power, I get told that over and over again. I don’t fully understand what it means, but I’ve figured out that noticing the mysteries and trying to solve them is what our Mistresses want me to do.”
“You’re too curious,” Gwendolyn said softly. “Naoka, look at me a moment.”
When Naoka looked up from the book she was startled to see how concerned Gwendolyn looked.
“I’ve grown quite fond of you,” Gwendolyn said, reaching out and to rest a hand on Naoka’s knee.
The moment of contact caught Naoka off guard and she barely stopped herself from flinching, glad she didn’t. If she’d moved it would have been her touching the ghost girl which would have made it so she wouldn’t have been able to feel her touch anymore. She stayed perfectly still, purring louder as she enjoyed the feel of the girl’s chilled ghostly hand on her knee.
“Naoka, dear… You’re… You’re too trusting. Too innocent. To naive. Too curious! You’re not seeing how dangerous this place is. You’re refusing to see that we’re all monsters here. Our Mistresses… They aren’t good women. And there are more sinister things they have hidden away in here. You… you should be more careful. You should be more hesitant.”
“I’m a good girl,” Naoka said dismissively. “I’ll be their best girl ever,” she added, sticking her nose up a bit. “I’m going to prove it by solving all the mysteries! It’s what they want me to do.”
“Yes, it is,” Gwendolyn whispered as though afraid she’d be overheard. “But listen, Naoka, they aren’t the only ones seeding mysteries inside the manor. They aren’t the only ones who want things from you.” She was talking quickly, her eyes trying to tell Naoka something she couldn’t verbalize. “We don’t know if it was our Mistresses that changed this book. It could have been something darker, something that wants to lead you astray and into even more danger than they’ll lead you.”
Naoka looked from the girl to the book then back to Gwendolyn. She grinned, the end of her tail lashing back and forth in excitement. “I like this game,” she declared. “A little bit of danger makes everything so much more sexy. But I know there’s no REAL danger. It’s all a game.”
For a moment the pained look on Gwendolyn’s face made her doubt what she’d just said. Gwendolyn looked sincerely worried and more than a little afraid. But a moment later the doubt passed. “You’re playing the game good tonight,” she said, hoping a bit of teasing would break the tension. “Come on, let’s get back to the book. It was just getting good.”
Gwendolyn sighed. “Alright, you painfully naive, overly trusting, and doomed little kitten.”
The scene heated quickly. Once Terin realized she was in danger the villainesses, aided by the Priestess, revealed they’d known who Terin was all along. As the Priestess directed random costumed women to eat Terin out as part of some mysterious and ominous religious ceremony the two villainesses teased and played with Terin.
They stroked her, telling Terin they’d ALWAYS recognize her. “Hide your face behind a mask,” one of them cooed sensually as she played with Terin’s breasts, “but it matters not. We have every inch of your body memorized. You think we could have buried our face in that lovely pussy of yours so many times and not know you just by the smell and taste of your sex? It could be pitch black and we’d know it’s you with just a whiff or lick of your lovely cunt.”
By that point both girls were playing with themselves. As Naoka’s fingers danced on her sex, rubbing and tickling to enjoy the heat of the story but not stoke her fires too hot lest she risk getting off. It left her voice breathy, making the sex scene she was reading sound even steamier.
Gwendolyn, who had no prohibition against cumming without permission, was not holding back. Even if she’d wanted to the increasingly breathy sound of the Kittaran’s narration, along with the sensual sight of her playing with herself, would have been far too much for her.
Naoka didn’t notice how much deeper in the throes of self-pleasure Gwendolyn was, at least not at first. But eventually the girl’s lewd moans drew her attention.
“Don’t stop,” the girl gasped out when Naoka paused her reading on noticing the ghost girl furiously masturbating beside her. “I’m close,” she moaned out, spreading her legs open wide and arching her back as she moaned out a deep, lewd moan of pleasure. As she did this the clothing she’d been wearing faded from sight, leaving her naked.
The sight of the pretty girl’s body writhing on full display suddenly beside her left Naoka’s eyes practically bulging out of her head. Her mind filled with erotic images of what she’d do to Gwendolyn if she could touch her. She saw herself pouncing on the girl, pinning her to the bed and replacing the fingers she was thrusting into herself with two of Naoka’s.
A moment later a different fantasy flashed through her mind, her crawling like a cat to slip between the girl’s open legs and lap like a kitten at her moist, glistening sex. Then, her cunt-hunger growing, feasting on the girl’s sex till she was screaming that should couldn’t take any more.
“Don’t stop,” Gwendolyn gasped. When Naoka kept reading she groaned in frustration. “No, you horny little stray, never mind the book. The fantasies, keep going! You think so loud it feels almost like they are happening…”
Naoka tossed the book onto the night table. Whatever thing hidden in it she was meant to discover would have to wait. THIS was FAR more important.
The Kittaran closed her eyes and burrowed into the pillows and blankets, rolling a bit about to wrap herself up tight and better block out the real world. Once she was encased in bedding she focused fully on her fantasies, thinking them as loud as she could.
In her mind she pictured the scene they’d just abandoned, only in her mind it was Gwendolyn reading to Naoka. Not a ghostly echo of the girl, but the real flesh and blood her that Naoka was able to cuddle into as she listened to her slowly reading the dirty story.
While picturing herself cuddled up tight against the girl Naoka imagined all the ways she’d try and distract Gwendolyn from reading the book. Wiggling and rubbing against her. Letting her hands caress and wander. Flicking her tail under the blankets and curling it against her then dragging it up her thighs. Even breathing on her just right to leave Gwendolyn breathy and distracted all leading to the moment that the girl abandoned the book and gave in, letting Naoka have her way with her.
Beside the pile of pillows and blankets Naoka was buried under Gwendolyn was floating naked above the bed, her eyes closed as she gasped in delight while she played with herself to the vivid images Naoka was thinking at her. “Never… imagined… how clear… it would be… when you thought loud… on purpose,” she gasped out between moans of pleasure.
Under the bedding Naoka was hidden in the Kittaran grinned so wide her lips hurt. “And you seem better than most at hearing my thoughts,” Naoka teased as she let the fantasy end. “You sound so cute all breathy and moaning. But I bet you’d sound even cuter with a different fantasy, one where YOU get to take charge.”
Naoka then began loudly imagining Gwendolyn stripping her. Securing a ball gag secularly in place in her mouth. In her mindscape Gwendolyn was dressed in a skimpy leather outfit, letting her dominate side out. She was armed with a riding crop that she was using to direct and bully the gagged Kittaran.
“On all fours like the horny little stray you are,” the Gwendolyn in her mind was telling her. “Crawl about. Meow through the gag. Paw at me as you beg for treats. Mmmm… There’s a good kitty. But cuter and sexier. EARN your treats.”
The real Gwendolyn repeatedly gasped out the word “fuck” over and over again. Words kept coming, faster and faster as she masturbated and built heat. “Never occurred to me how hot making an actual animal girl do some pet play would be. There’s an extra level of humiliation… And in your fantasy you look so cute and happy enduring it!”
Naoka took what she said and used it in the fantasy. She pictured herself looking even cuter and happier as she acted like a cat. And she says this pet play stuff is supposed to be humiliating. I can work with that, she thought, imagining all the ways being made to act the cat WOULD humiliate her.
The fantasy was getting her plenty worked up, but she was determined to be a good girl tonight. Although she’d wiggled and wormed a thick bunch of blankets between her legs and was grinding her pussy against them she was refusing to play with herself. She was doing this for Gwendolyn, not for herself.
As she continued to play out the fantasy in her head and enjoy the cute gasps and moans coming from the real Gwendolyn Naoka wondered if this was some of what her Mistresses felt when they were doming her. There was heat. There was sexual stimulation and pleasure. But that’s not where the true joy was coming from. There was a thrill in leading the other girl, in orchestrating things.
There was a high from the power of being in charge she found surprisingly thrilling, although she knew it was a thrill she would seldom go looking for. She craved to be the submissive and the center of attention. Taking the lead like this, this was something special she’d only ever do with women she felt a special soft closeness with.
The thoughts jumbled up the fantasy running through her mind, derailing and changing it. Suddenly the pet play scene was gone, replaced by something for less kinky but FAR more intimate.
Gwendolyn was sitting in a chair, the lights dim. Naoka sat on her lap facing her, leaned over as she kissed and licked her way up the girl’s neck towards her ear. “Love your weird Human ears,” Naoka whispered to the girl as she nuzzled her nose into her ear. “They’re just so… weird. This bit so soft,” she said before kissing then lightly sucking on Gwendolyn’s earlobe.
She kissed and suck on her earlobe for a long time, enjoying the way this made the girl moan softly. Gwendolyn returned the attention by running her hands up the Kittaran’s back then back down to tickle and caress the base of her tail. Naoka’s tail responded by coiling around one of the girl’s arms, giving her something she was starting to recognize as a kind of ultra-intimate hug.
The romantic softness of the fantasy combined with the wrapping of soft, warm bedding was leaving Naoka sleepy. If she’d been alone she probably would have continued things this way till she slipped peacefully to sleep. But she wasn’t alone, Gwendolyn was floating beside and above her, still playing with herself. Although now feeling ready to drift off she planned on thinking the ghost girl to climax before letting that happen.
“So soft and BITEABLE,” the fantasy Naoka whispered into the fantasy Gwendolyn’s ear before biting her earlobe. “And these parts, with their weird almost bone-like hardness, even MORE biteable,” she teased in her fantasy as she nipped and bite all over one ear then the other.
Hearing an increase in gasping and moaning from real Gwendolyn was all Naoka needed to know the biting was working for the girl. She played into it, the fantasy her working her way down from Gwendolyn’s ears. Licking between playful nips. Kissing then sucking and turning that sucking into delightfully painful things that involved teeth.
It was a fantasy so there was no need for consistency. They’d started with Gwendolyn sitting in a chair, Naoka on her lap and facing her. But as the Kittaran’s mouth moved southward the fantasy shifted. Suddenly Gwendolyn was lying in the bed, Naoka kissing, nibbling, and nipping her way down her belly.
“My thighs,” real Gwendolyn gasped out in a needy whine. “Nibble on them! Then attack my pussy. Nip at my labia… Suck on my clit. Yes, oh gods, Naoka, you think so loud and clear it’s like it’s happening! I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop. Lower. Higher. Suck on my clit again. Gods, you’re so fucking good at this. I didn’t even know this was possible…”
She started to go on but whatever her next word was going to be turned into an incomprehensible moan as Gwendolyn started to get off. Naoka continued the fantasy, mixing reality into it. Suddenly her fantasy was her picturing the ghost girl floating beside her cumming, only Naoka was crouched between her floating legs able to touch her and eating her out while she came.
Naoka didn’t stop till Gwendolyn whimpered out, “C-c-can’t take any more…”
She didn’t stop her fantasy, but she did end the sex. She pictured the two of them falling into the blankets, Gwendolyn alive so Naoka could pull her into the confusing pile of bedding and cuddle into her. “Sleep time now,” Naoka cooed happily, unsure if she’d said the words out loud or only in the fantasy.
In the fantasy Gwendolyn was cuddled up close to her, their sweaty bodies tangled together under the now too-hot blankets. Neither cared, they wanted to be lost in the moist, dampness of their intermingled heat and sweat. It was messy and warm and they were both so drained and sleepy… They’d cuddle each other to sleep and deal with needing to bathe in the morning. Or maybe they wouldn’t, maybe they’d wake stinking of each other and happily wallow in it till some external force forced them up from the bed…
* * *
Gwendolyn let out a long, exacerbated sigh as she floated away from the huge four-poster bed Naoka was sleeping in. “Gods, even in her sleep she thinks too loud,” she muttered, rubbing her temples. “She shifted from waking fantasy to dream without me even noticing.”
As she floated towards the Mirror of Dhuarcain The Girl in the Mirror appeared in it. “Oh, I don’t know, I suspect you cumming your pretty little brains out was probably more responsible for you losing track of whether she was awake or not.”
Gwendolyn, her already flush face growing more colored, seemed to realize then she was still naked. She waved a hand in front of her body, the elegant gown she most often appeared in forming around her. “I hate that you get to watch everything that happens in this room,” she snapped as she finished floating up to the mirror.
The Girl in the Mirror smirked at her. “Right, because that’s YOUR thing now. You’re supposed to always be there watching her even if she can’t see you. How convenient for you that few can tell when you’re doing your job. Tell me, how often do you sneak off to spy on Liedia instead?”
Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes and glared at the girl trapped in the mirror. “Why do you have to ruin everything?” As she asked the question she choked up slightly, turning to look away from the girl to wipe a tear away. “You used to be so nice to me when I was alive…”
“You were interesting then,” The Girl in the Mirror said, voice flat. “You were worth loving then,” she added, voice colder and meaner.
Gwendolyn scoffed while hugging herself tightly. “Maybe I’m not anymore, but you NEVER were.”
Behind her The Girl in the Mirror shrugged. “Maybe. But that painfully naive and kindhearted Kittaran loves us both. What do you think about that?”
“I think we’re monsters,” Gwendolyn whispered just loud enough for The Girl in the Mirror to hear her. “We’re ruining her just like we’ve ruined everyone else who’s been a ‘guest of honor’ in this room.”
“You’re wrong about that,” The Girl in the Mirror replied. “We always make them believe they’re special. It lasts just as long as it takes our Mistresses to ruin them and find a place to make use of them. But this one is different, this one IS special. Oh, she’ll end up ruined, but NOT like all the others.”
Gwendolyn, still hugging herself, peeked over her shoulder. “What were you trying to do with the book? Why did you change it like that?”
The Girl in the Mirror flashed a mischievous smile at the ghost girl. “I suppose you’ll never know since you got too horny and asked her to stop reading. Besides, who says I was the one that changed it?”
“I’m going to tell our Mistresses,” Gwendolyn told her as she turned to face the girl. “And they’ll figure out what you’re up to.”
“No, you’re not,” The Girl in the Mirror declared confidently as a white cat strutted into sight in her mirror. She knelt and started petting it as it rubbed up against her.
Gwendolyn blinked. She looked around, confused. Why was she floating visible by the Mirror of Dhuarcain? Had she come to use it after putting Naoka to bed? She must have, the brat who lived in it wasn’t visible, why else would she be over here?
She turned and floated back towards Naoka’s bed. The girl looked so peaceful and happy… “Here’s to hoping tomorrow isn’t the day you discover what monsters we all are,” she muttered as she faded from sight.
Once she’d faded from sight The Girl in the Mirror reappeared, still kneeling and petting the cat that shouldn’t have been there. “It won’t matter if or when she finds out, it won’t change anything,” she told the cat as she scratched behind one of its ears. “She’s a good girl. She’ll always drink the tea and she’ll solve ALL the mysteries, or at least the ones YOU want her to,” she added before grinning evilly and fading from sight.
Our next entry will see Naoka starting a new day. Every morning her clothing is decided for the day, which will effect what happens later in the day. How will Naoka be told to dress the next morning? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)
The next entry will included some kind of sexual encounter. What should it be? (Choose up to 5 options from this poll)
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