Akoni appeared to know her way around the place, taking her up the grand staircase towards the bedrooms. While the view was unconventional, it held a certain appeal, being borne upon the shoulder of such a luminary. Especially one that had such a splendid physique! And, up close, her robe was even better quality than it looked, magic woven throughout, likely providing protection on top of style. And for someone so long-lived, then something enchanted so as not to disintegrate over the years made sense (although her own ability to transform her clothing was obviously superior).

‘Been a while since I’ve had a willing victim.’ Akoni’s grip tensed, needles digging into Janaxia’s back, forcing her to stifle a moan of pleasure. ‘Didn’t think you were serious, but I’m not going to complain, it’s been too damn long since I’ve had a chance to relax.’ She turned to face the wall, arm shifting as she reached up, out of Janaxai’s sight, turning something, a rattling, mechanical noise starting, before part of the wall slid back. ‘Thought it was here. Might want somewhere with thick walls, because you’re going to be screaming long and loud.’

It was perhaps a little too late, but she felt as though she should try and retain some decorum, despite her ungainly position. ‘Well, we shall see, I suppose.’ The grip tightened, needles now pinning her in place and making it very hard to think straight. The hidden passageway led to a room that, from her limited perspective, seemed sumptuously, even garishly, decorated – admittedly, somewhat appropriate for the hidden bed-chamber of a wizard. Although some of the implements she could see arrayed upon the walls looked rather intriguing, and there was an impressive array of outfits, to suit a variety of tastes and predilections.

The world suddenly rotated over as she was flipped over, landing on a large, soft mattress. Akoni looked down at her, seeming even larger. She reached down, and ran her hand down Janaxia’s body, starting at the neck and running down to her thigh. There was a soft sound of fabric getting cut, as a nail slashed the cloth, parting it with ease. ‘Now stand up, I want a good look at my prize.’ If it hadn’t been largely crafted from magic, then she might have been more upset at the damage, but she could easily re-craft it later.

Janaxia obediently stood, the dress falling off her body, material pooling at her feet. Opposite the bed was a full-length mirror, allowing Janaxia a moment to admire her own form, Akoni stood behind her, looking at her with a wide smile of eagerness on her face. Considering how unexpected this was, Janaxia was proud that her outfit was fit for the occasion – the choker and stockings were a good combination, complimenting her skin, drawing attention to her neck, her legs.

Akoni murmured in appreciation, moving behind her, a slight brush of fabric against her back. Then a single nail touched the top of her spine, making her whimper involuntarily, as she tried to stay appropriately, and elegantly, quiet. The sensation traced a slow, waving line down her back, back and forth over her spine, ending just above her buttocks before withdrawing. There was a sharp crack as Akoni slapped a hand against her backside, the sound loud in the quiet room.

Janaxia gasped, biting her lip and swaying as four pinpricks pushed into her back, Akoni breathing into her ear, nibbling on the lobe. ‘I’ve certainly won things far less entertaining.’ She used more force this time, scoring lines down Janaxia’s back as her claws dug in, Janaxia feeling her own hair brush against the scratches as she writhed. She arched her back with a low moan, leaning into the force. ‘Although I normally have to be careful not to break them.’ She ran a hand up Janaxia’s back, fingers running into her hair, grabbing it and suddenly jerking her head back. ‘You are going to be entertaining, aren’t you?’

The other hand scraped down again, Janaxia shuddering and moaning, held firmly in place. A finger hooked around the scant cloth covering her privates, a sudden motion slashing through, lace dropping to the floor atop the rest of her clothing. ‘I think I’ll let you keep the rest, at least for now. A little decoration is rather attractive, and it’s been a while since I’ve had fun with someone fancy.’ Still holding Janaxia in place, she leant in, first kissing Janaxia on the back of the neck, then nibbling her in the same spot, teeth worrying her skin. The woman’s robe pushed against her, enchanted silk sliding against her skin. ‘I think you should start.’ Her hand closed around Janaxia’s wrist, taking her hand and moving it towards her privates.

Janaxia began stroking herself, a finger sliding in easily, the act of being hauled upstairs and disrobed quite enough to provide the initial stimulation. That, and it had been quite some time since she had been able to enjoy herself, conditions on the road not amenable to such pleasures, with their sleeping rolls only scant meters apart. Akoni pushed down, Janaxia obediently sinking to her knees, before she was released. There was a silken slithering from behind her as Akoni untied her sash, letting her robe fall open, before shedding it entirely. Her skin was the same pale grey all over, but, without any coverings, Janaxia could see her full beauty, admiring the curves and swells of her body. Beneath the robe, she had been entirely naked but for her necklace and her stockings, the latter of which she quickly pulled off, taking one in hand.

‘I hope you’re not having too much fun there – I’ll be very upset if you finish yourself off first.’

Janaxia could feel it building within her, as Akoni placed a hand on each of her shoulders, using the mirror to stare into her eyes, red cat-pupils unblinking, drawing her in as she continued to tease herself, drawing closer to a finish, trying not to do so. One of Akoni’s hands clutched her shoulder, as the other draped the stocking across Janaxia’s eyes, blinding her, world going black. Janaxia gasped, feeling a knot being tied in the material, binding it in place.

‘I wouldn’t want you getting distracted now, would I?’ Despite her size, Akoni could move silently, the only point of reference Janaxia had for her presence the soft pressure of a single claw, moving over her shoulders, then over her throat, suddenly becoming four points of pressure, tickling down a breast, gently circling a nipple, a swift tweaking before gliding down to her navel, and then even further down.

Janaxia’s breath caught in her throat as she was kissed, Akoni’s mouth tight against hers, breasts pushing against her own, a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling back, her hips trying to push forward so she could finish herself off. Akoni drew back, the woman’s mouth sweet with the taste of Maiden’s Blood she’d been drinking earlier, as she tutted. ‘Oh no, it’s my turn now. If you do well, then maybe I’ll let you finish.’ One hand took a firm grip of Janaxia’s head, strong enough to control her utterly, as Akoni stood, guiding Janaxia’s head forward.

The close, the woman’s scent was strong – clean, some expensive scent underlying that of her body, and the scent of her arousal obvious and close. Janaxia let herself be guided, feeling with her tongue, then her lips, a velvety slickness, as she started kissing and licking, gratified by the gasps of pleasure coming from above her, trying not to grind her hips and thighs together, wanting nothing more than to pleasure herself as well. Her legs were pushed apart as Akoni shifted, a foot moving between them, pushing against her. She couldn’t help herself, clamping with her thighs, rubbing against the warm flesh, as Akoni’s grip on her head tightened, other hand tightening on her shoulder, claws sharp.

Akoni spoke between gasps. ‘For a mortal, you are talented.’ Janaxia would have replied, but Akoni’s grip was too strong, her response muted to a slurping grunt as she twisted her tongue around inside Akoni. As Akoni moaned and climaxed above her, the grip on her head relented slightly, allowing Janaxia to withdraw. She kept grinding herself against Akoni, until the leg moved back, leaving her hanging, whimpering and just shy of her own climax.

Akoni’s breath tickled across her face, as she must have stooped, her face again level with Janaxia’s. Arms reached around Janaxia, nails scratching into her back, making her writhe and twitch, trying to form words but unable to speak, only utter soft whimpers.

‘Oh, you are a soft and sweet little toy, aren’t you? So eager and desperate.’ Her voice was harder now, another kiss stealing Janaxia’s breath. ‘On any other night, I would gamble for your pleasure. I wonder, would you be desperate enough to dice your ability to feel this pleasure ever again, for a moment of ecstasy? Mortals have oft been known to make foolish decisions in the throes of lust.’ She moved her face away, tracing kisses along Janaxia’s cheek, then her throat, nibbling her neck. Janaxia’s head spun, unable to focus. ‘Very well, I suppose this is a night of mercy, and you have been accommodating.’ She stood up, not before raking nails a final time up Janaxia’s back, then giving her a shove and pushing Janaxia onto her back.

The stocking was knocked awry, Janaxia able to see from one eye. With one clawed hand resting on Janaxia’s belly, nails digging into the skin and pinning her in place, Akoni used the other to push Janaxia’s thigh to one side, ducking her head and beginning to lick and kiss between Janaxia’s legs, soft hair brushing against Janaxia’s body.

Her mind fuzzed and blurred as she was finally allowed to climax, only the pressure from Akoni’s nails keeping her coherent. It took her several long moments to collect herself, vision wavering, breath panting. Then Akoni picked her up, their sweat mingling together, Janaxia wrapping her legs around the woman, kissing her shoulders and face as Akoni walked over to the bed, their bodies already mingling together again, Janaxia starting to moan, voice echoing around the room as Akoni grinned back, eyes bright.