You did what, my pet? Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Mine!” Janai pulled away from the kiss for just a moment to insist. 

-Yours.- Amaya went to sign but Janai was kissing her again before she could finish. Even without hearing, she could feel the other woman’s growls reverberating against her lips, the primal desire of it, pure unadulterated evidence of the fact that Janai wanted her, desired, lusted. Damn if she didn’t lust back. 

As their kiss deepened, she began to gently nip at Janai’s lower lip, only to cry out in some arousal charged register when the queen returned the favor with hungry kisses and nips that left her desperate for more. 

Tragically, more didn’t come. Janai pulled back just as Amaya began to roll her hips up, seeking friction to aid in alleviating the tension their kisses left growing between her legs. 

-Hey! That was just getting really good!- Amaya signed with a disheartened and flustered look. 

“It was.” Janai signed back before lowering her hands and gaze down to Amaya’s trousers. With an aching and anguish inducing attention to absurd detail, Janai languidly moved to remove the general’s pants. One button, one lace, one centimeter of the zipper at a time, she went as tauntingly slow as was physically possible. Her fingers lingered with impure intent at each pause, intentionally taunting the woman under her with each moment she stretched out the action. Before she had even begun to pull at the top seam of the garment, Amaya’s hips were bucking up impatient. 

-Damnit! Do you have to be that slow?- 

“You are being punished, remember? Moi pette.” Janai glared firmly. 

-Then punish me! Don’t tease me like this.- Amaya half whimpered. 

“That is exactly the point pet.” Janai’s expression turned wicked as she teased her nails down the inside of Amaya’s thigh. 

-Fuck!- Amaya signed before throwing her hands down at the bed in flustered frustration. Her head pressed hard against the pillow as she sealed her eyes shut, trying to keep herself from acting or moving out of turn.  

Janai snapped in the air, trying to grab Amaya’s attention with the sound before realizing that would never work. Instead, she patted gently at Amaya’s core before dragging her nails down the sensitive flesh in a sensuous motion. 

Amaya’s head snapped back up wide-eyed and clearly nearing the end of her rope. Though, it was that exact expression that left Janai deciding that the general would either need to find new rope, or else she would have her coming apart at the ends. Janai brought up her index finger before waggling it back and forth to tell the general ‘no’. -You have to watch. I want you aching and with your eyes locked on me while I punish you.-

Amaya nodded, her breaths heavy but somehow manageable. However her heart raced, the visceral thud taking over her mind as Janai continued to strip the last shreds of clothing she had left. She was wet; drenched. She had been ever since she willingly went to her knees fro the other woman. Humiliating? Yes. Incredibly arousing? Also yes. 

-So beautiful.- Janai signed before she leaned down to kiss at Amaya’s abdomen and down to the beautiful patch of hair, only slightly trimmed to look exactly how Amaya liked it. -So, incredibly beautiful.- She signed again, her lips traveling lower. 

Amaya shifted her hips in frustration. Janai’s lips were near painfully soft as they traveled down towards her sex and then heartlessly forged their way on past and down the inside of her thigh. Hands twitching, her restraint broke. Shaking, her left hand took Janai’s. She pleaded with her eyes, silently begging for the other woman to give her more. 

“No!” Janai struck her hand down firmly on the general’s sex. Her strike was tempered, cautious not to hurt too much, but it was more than enough to get her point across. 

Whimpering almost like a wounded pet, Amaya forfeited and put her hands back at her side submissively. 

“Better.” As a show of sympathy, Janai massaged at the sensitive flesh for just a moment. Only the slightest rub of a flat palm against her sex, but it still felt fantastic for the overly aroused general. 

-All pent up! I am so pent up!- Amaya signed before pointing to her hurt hand. -I haven't had the chance to… exacerbate since my hand got burned.- 

Janai’s lips curved upwards in an amused snicker, but Amaya’s charming humor wouldn’t save her. “Cute, you are cute. But that will not get you any relief from your punishment.” 

-Do I at least get to cum this time?- Amaya signed with an unconvincing pout. -Last time was nice, but I can’t get myself off after anymore. Lefty isn’t so good at it down there- Amaya denoted her left hand with a small example of a singular jazz hand. 

“What if the intent is for you not to get yourself off?” Janai pumped her eyebrows. 

-What!- Amaya questioned. 

“Pets shouldn’t be getting themselves off, now should they?”

-But!- Amaya signed with a pout. 

“Is that truly something you wouldn’t enjoy?” Janai checked, resting her hands on Amaya’s hips as she finished signing along with her words. 

-I didn’t sign that!- Amaya disagreed. 

“I want to punish you.” Janai kissed just above where Amaya’s pubic hair began with a taunting little lick at the sensitive flesh. “I will punish you.” She dipped her head back down to kiss again. “But I don’t want to do something to my pet that she truly will not enjoy at all.” She offered, her eyes locked on Amaya’s as she licked up, tracing up the general’s soft stomach with her tongue. 

-I enjoy it. But maybe we should have a safe sign for if I am too too pent up?- 

“Sounds good; any thoughts?” No sooner had Janai asked than did she feel the general’s big toe tapping at the back of her calf in two distinct touches. 

-Hands can be busy for signing, so feet taps are best I think.-

Janai nodded with a mildly pleased smile. Eager to test out the new safe sign, Janai thought up the most outrageous thing she could and signed it with all the evident sarcasm she could. -So, it’s entirely ok if I leave you here to conquer all the human kingdoms, right?-

Two tow taps came immediately as Amaya’s answer, although, this time on a different spot of Janai’s leg to denote that it didn’t have to be in any specific spot. 

“Good. I wouldn’t want those kingdoms anyway.” Janai teased. “Now, how about I only tease you a little more, but then after, I get to decide whether or not you get to cum; tonight at least. Tomorrow, entirely up to you. If my pet wishes, I will even spend all day with my head between your thighs.” Janai offered as she sat up on the bed for ease of signing. 

-Sounds perfect.- Amaya made mach dreamy eyes at the idea. 

“Good. Because tonight, I want you mine.” Janai dropped one more kiss just above Amaya’s pubic hair. “My pet to use and please exactly how I wish.” 

Before Janai could get too excited or involved in the teasing Amaya admittedly adored, the general scooched slightly up the bed and pulled a second pillow behind her so that she could rest easy without having to hold her head up to see Janai. 

-All comfy?- Janai signed to check before she moved into position. 

In sted of a lengthier sign, Amaya simply shot her a thumbs up. 

As promised, Janai kept the rest of her teasing short. She began at Amaya’s knees, one hand on the side of either one as her elf equivalent to a middle finger traced small circles at the back of the general’s knees. Just a small sensuous touch to set the stage for what was next to come; and the back of Amaya’s knees being extra sensitive and a spot that she already knew had a tendency to turn the general to jelly? That was but a bonus, and the way Amaya wriggled, all pent up and aching? The perfect little cherry on top of her delightful desert. “Ma douce fille. So sweet.” Janai mused more for herself than ever for Amaya, her head descending to the inside of Amaya’s right thigh. It was there her true work began. Her tongue worked in small circles as she moved up at what Amaya would have sworn was a molasses pace; though the truth was probably somewhere closer to runny honey. The elf newly marked queen could have sworn she almost loved kissing and teasing at Amaya’s thighs more than she enjoyed lapping up at the drenched slit that always ended up being so abundantly ready by the time she was done. Though Amaya had her own perfect wonderful flavor; something Janai wouldn’t soon forget and that would almost assuredly have her seeking out more human women to taste if she hadn’t found such a damned loveable specimen in Amaya. Despite all that, there was something truly tantalizing about how the general’s thighs quivered at the slightest tease of her teeth. “Mine.” Janai growled as her teeth bit down just hard enough to leave a mild bruise in the morning. 

Amaya’s eyes pleaded and did their best attempt at reminding the elf that she had promised to keep the preamble brief. However, when that didn’t seem to work quite as well as she had hoped, she conjured another request to ask. -Can…- Her hands lingered in the air, pregnant with anxiety of what she was going to ask next. 

“Yes my pet?” Janai whispered before dipping her head back down between Amaya’s legs only to let her tongue form small taunting patterns, and all so evily close to the general’s wetness. 

-Can I… use your horns? Like I did that one time?-

“A true mistake to ever forget to bind those dexterous little hands of yours.” Janai sighed at her own mistake. 

-It was so nice to have something to hold.- Even Janai wasn’t quite sure if it was the signs Amaya gave or the wanton look on her face as she signed it, but she couldn’t help but growl and bite down even harder at Amaya’s thigh. It was just about at Amaya’s limit, but damn did it feel nice. To have the Elf all so close to destroying her. 

“You know you aren’t strong enough to keep me down there if I don’t want to be; even with a good hold on my horns.” Janai flexed. 

-Who signed I was trying with all my strength?- Amaya’s cheeks burned. 

“You didn’t need to; not the way you were signing at me and yanking so desperately at my arm.” Janai mimicked Amaya’s signing. -No! No! Please! No! So close!- 

Amaya neared tomato territory, her cheeks feeling hot like she had spent too long too close to the fire. -People say many things they don’t mean when on the cusp of release.-

“You are free to use my horns, but only if you let go when you are told.” Janai tapped twice at the outside of Amaya’s thigh to denote it would be her safe sign as well. 

-Thank you.- Amaya visibly relaxed as she reached out to caress at Janai’s cheek. 

“Of course.” Janai smiled politely, but she was finished with speaking or signing for that matter. It was time for her to enjoy her meal. She had her opportunity to enjoy her teasing, and Amaya was perfectly primed and ready. With ease, Janai forced the general’s thighs onto her shoulders. It was easily the best way, and she didn’t mind the feeling of Amaya’s thighs tightening around her head. 

The queen’s efforts began in the form of quick soft licks. Something exploratory and teasing, just to get Amaya all worked up. Before long, she could feel Amaya’s hands on her horns. It wasn’t overly forceful, just a slight guide to aid the elf to her each and every perfect spot. Amaya may have been pushing the minutia, a little to the left here, a little down there, but Janai was still certainly the one behind the wheel. Lovingly, Janai’s tongue darted in and back, lapping up the abundance of evidence that her girlfriend thoroughly enjoyed. 

Amaya’s hands went slack not long after they had affixed themselves to Janai’s horns. Having something to hold onto was certainly nice and Janai always seemed to perform just a little better if she was given some direction to start, but the seductress of an elf had a tendency to find the right spots and the perfect pace after just a moment or two’s tutelage. After that, there was no need for her hands to guide Janai’s horns, at least not for a while. 

Janai’s rhythm easily found the perfect pace and depth to keep Amaya ever so close to the perfect sensation, giving her something so close to what she truly wanted, yet not quite there. It was infuriating in the best way and had the general rolling her hips eagerly into the elf’s tongue within moments. So perfectly soft, the other woman made an idealistic heaven between Amaya’s legs and drew her closer and closer just to recede and allow Amaya to calm down before she could built too close to breaking. 

The general found it infuriating in just such a way that made her want it never to end. Janai was simply too good at it all, evil and a kind goddess all at the same time. In taunting patterns, it repeated without relief. Janai would focus just enough on the general’s sensitive nub to the point that she could hear Amaya’s breaths start to pick up and her thighs begin to tremble, and then, taking that to be her cue, Janai would change her focus. She shifted to just gently applying paintbrush strokes to Amaya’s labia. Only ever so seldomly daring to dart her tongue inside the general. That was what would truly take Amaya to the depths of depraved madness. 

Amaya, although she had never told anyone, loved penetration. The feeling of her lover’s tongue or finger just slightly pressing in, teasing? It was a glorious taunt, and at first, Amaya thought it to be an evil purely devised to be wrecked upon her. She never told anyone of her love for the sensation, but Janai knew. As if psychically, after only their first time, the elf queen knew exactly how much Amaya loved to have her labia spread and a finger or a toy pressed into her. Ok, maybe it wasn’t any psychic phenomena. Maybe Amaya knew all too well that Janai had been all too good for her to stay this thing called ‘quiet’ Sarai always liked to tease Amaya that she never had. 

Psychic phenomenon or no, Janai knew now, and she had no intent of forgetting any time soon. It was only on the fifth or sixth interval of teasing the general’s clit and then entrance and back that Janai tried something so bold as to introduce the first knuckle of her index finger. It immediately earned an appropriate cry of wanton pleasure and a nice tug at her horns. Amaya wanted more and she was far from shy about telling her girlfriend that fact. 

Janai grumbled, but she was quick to give her pet what she wanted. Despite deciding that she went too easy on the eager woman, she forged on ahead, lapping up the mess she caused as her finger delved into the second knuckle and then until she could feel Amaya’s walls fluttering down on the third. 

-More! Another finger!- Amaya emphasized what she wanted with a rather lurid two-finger gesture that Janai felt might be a bit rough if she mimicked it exactly, but she certainly got the point. As she tested a second finger, her tongue picked up some speed and the thumb on her other hand gently pulled back the hood of Amaya’s clit. Her strokes, although quicker grew slightly lighter. Almost a feather’s touch as she intently locked eyes with the general that came undone just a little more with each tongue flick. 

-God! That’s it! Just like that!- Amaya assured at the sensation of Janai’s fingers both slipping into the third knuckle. 

Janai’s eyes lit with an evil idea, and Amaya knew she was done for in that moment. The elf wrapped her tongue around the human’s most sensitive bundle, swirling and sucking gently. She didn’t allow her gaze to waver, she was intently looking for a very specific sign, and she wouldn’t let up until she got it. 

In a desperate rush, as she felt herself approaching a point of no return, Amaya’s hands shot up to sign. -Close!- The moment she held up the sign, Janai pulled her fingers out completely and retracted her tongue. 

The edge was mean, cold, hard, heartless. Amaya was certain if wartime ever returned, it would be the most effective method of torture, that captives would eagerly spill even the darkest or most crucial secret after only one or two hard edges just like that one. But fuck if she didn’t already want another. The walls of her soaked pussy clamped down on all of the sudden nothing that filled her; something that made her simply love penetration all the more, the torture that was having it suddenly taken away as her body fought to climax against an utter lack of stimulation. 

-Good?- Janai signed to check up on Amaya. 

-Great!- The general affirmed breathless and with her thighs spread as far as she could manage, striving not to accidentally press her labia together and accidentally achieve just that sliver more friction she desperately needed before she had enough time to calm down. 

“I am glad my pet is enjoying.” Janai kissed at the inside of Amaya’s thigh. The same motion only minutes early had been such an evil tease, but with the emotions of coming so close to a release, and her electrically charged body oversensitive at every corner, Amaya loved the soft licks and kisses at her sensitive flesh. “You just tell me when you are ready for more. When you won’t spill over accidentally if I give you more.” 

Amaya took another moment to breathe, to calm, and for her body to adjust once more. -Ready. Just… just go slow. Ease me back into it.- Amaya’s hands weary as she signed made for a beautiful picture that Janai wished could last forever. 

As her lover had requested, Janai went slow. She eased back in with her kisses moving back and forth from the inside of one thigh, to over Amaya’s sex, then over to the other thigh and back. It gave just enough time for Amaya to calm down in between goes. 

After Janai could see that Amaya’s body had calmed enough for her to continue, she changed up her method dramatically. All in one motion, Janai thrust her two fingers back inside Amaya. No warning, no preamble. They weren’t needed. Amaya had already opened up and she was more than slick enough to take the fingers with ease. 

Janai relished the look of shock and arousal that took over Amaya’s face, the way the general strived to conceive of what was going on and how the pleasure had formed so quickly. Janai jackhammered her fingers in and out of the human as her head lowered once more to lap and suck at Amaya’s clit. 

The second came incomparably easier than the first. It was only just a moment or two and Amaya was already coming undone. Some devil on her shoulder tried to talk her into holding back the sign her hands were already forming, but still wanting to be a good pet, Amaya presented the same sign. -Close- 

Just as the first time, Janai removed her hand and pulled back her titillating tongue. This time, however, what changed was Amaya. Her thighs clamped hard down around Janai’s head as if she were trying to crush the elf. Janai loved it, the sensation of Amaya squirming from her loving touch, seeing just what she had done, the ruin of ecstasy she wrought. 

It was so much worse. So much better. Every nerve in Amaya’s body lit aflame in desperation and ache. She tried to press her thighs together, the idea of being good completely flying out the window in her desperation and ache. But Janai’s head stood in the way of garnering any relief. So close, painfully close twice over and yet she hadn’t been allowed any release, no relief whatsoever from her core clamping and convulsing down on nothing. Eventually, the worst of it ebbed. The general was left, her whole body singing in the near release, building to a note in a song, the crescendo she had yet to reach. 

“Again?”

-Still need another moment to calm down.- Amaya signed back, shaky arms making her near impossible to understand.

“That’s fine. I am just gonna play with these while we wait then.” Janai reached up to caress at the side of Amaya’s breasts, gently cupping them before her thumbs reached out to tease at her nipples. It had already been wonderful. The elf’s warm hands on her sensitive chest? Amaya could die happy as long as she had that, but the moment the woman touched her nipples, it felt almost like striking directly on her clit. Her whole body was still on sensory hyper overdrive. 

Janai could see the effect it had immediately, and she paid it absolutely no mind. It was just another perfect little way to taunt her pet, to bring the woman to come apart at every seam. Her thumbs forged on until Amaya’s head thrashed side to side and her thighs tried to clamp down for any relief, anything that would help her forge on ahead to that rapture just one light touch away. Janai adored it. There was simply no scene better than seeing the pet desperate for that last touch. But then came the unexpected. 

In her desperation, Amaya’s hands rushed down, shooting to her core in an effort to rub the last bit of pleasure out and topple over. Janai however, caught the general before she could ruin all of her hard work. Firm hands planted the general’s wrists to the bed. Yielding nothing at all, Janai stared down her pet for her disobedience. “Bad! Bad girl! You will be punished for this. You know that right?” She glared. 

Amaya visibly gulped, terror taking over. She was pinned, hopeless, and her body loved it. She was certain they would dub the wet spot on the mattress under her ‘lake Amaya’ after her untimely death due to dehydration and denial. Terrified or no, Amaya nodded obediently. It was then that Janai mercifully released her hands. 

“I am going to let you cum. You just need to tell me at the absolute last moment, when you are certain you can no longer hold it back. Understood?” 

Once more, Amaya nodded back. She didn’t understand, hell she was baffled by the idea that getting exactly what she wanted could in some possible way be a punishment, but there it was, Janai was going to give it to her. And Amaya was smarter than to look a gift horse in the mouth. -Understood.-

“Good girl.” The third time around, Janai once more began with slipping her fingers inside. Although, this time she didn’t buck in wild or rough. No, she was going to take her time, drag this out as absolutely long as she possibly could. Once more, it was a masterful decision that Amaya had zero qualms with. The general simply laid back and allowed her hips to match Janai’s fingers and roll into the impending climax. Things continued like that, slowly building moment by moment to something Amaya was confident would be her ultimate undoing. Then, Janai sealed the woman’s fate. Her lips returned to kissing and sucking at Amaya’s clit. 

After that, it was a forgone conclusion. It came all too fast, but Amaya was delighted, it was everything she could have ever wanted in the world and it was in her grasp, she could taste it. The devil appeared once more, but Amaya ignored it, thinking Janai, her pure elf girlfriend would be merciful and allow her a true satisfactory release. Her hand rose to give the jumbled set of signs reflecting how close she was. -Close! Cumming! Cumming!” Her hands shook as her hips bucked up for what she expected to be one last time, but suddenly Janai had removed her mouth and fingers once more. The elf simply grabbed Amaya’s hands and held them down once more, locking eyes with Amaya as the general rode it out. 

She convulsed, her walls clamping down on nothing. But this time it was of an entirely different nature. The first three times, she had only approached the edge, but the final time, she had just begun to stumble over. The ember ignited to a flame only to be smothered in an oxygen-deprived environment. Her whole body rebled against it. She could feel herself cumming, but there was no pleasure, no release, just the lie of it on her lower lips. She had been ruined. That beautiful little rapture died out a muffled whisper of the pleasure it could have been as her arousal and desperation skyrocketed. 

Amaya tried to reach out, to beg the elf for more, to try and fix the whimper of pleasure that came instead of the howling scream she expected. But Janai was too strong. She could do nothing but live with the electricity short-circuiting her brain and turning her to a desperate mess, momentarily only capable of thinking about how hopelessly she needed Janai to pleasure her, to return to eating her out and fucking her on her fingers. But that was not to come, and neither was Amaya; not for real at least. 

The general kicked and fought, did everything she could do to wrangle herself free. It was too much, the taunting torture as her entire existence craved nothing more than that last little nudge to feel a real release.

Her hands twitched and shook, desperate to take Amaya by the horns, but the queen was too strong, all too capable, and all too willing to enjoy as her pet broke down in the perfect torture of a ruin. “That’s it. There’s my good pet. I love watching you squirm.” 

Amaya could barely see Janai's lips, much less read them, but she could tell what the other woman was saying from Janai's sheer look of abundant amusement she wore. It was easily an evil look, the woman indulging in her girlfriend's flustered struggle but they both knew the other still enjoyed. 

Janai waited until Amaya had stopped struggling to release the general's hands. "Doing ok there love?" Once more she signed as she spoke.

Amaya glared a faux angry look. -Evil. You are evil, and I now think the stories of man-eating elves were too kind.- 

"I mean… I did eat you." Janai teased. "A delicious meal if I might add." 

-Get your ass over here and cuddle me already.- 

End of Chapter 3