You did what, my pet? Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Amaya grinned, amused with the interaction, and comforted by the knowledge that Ezran was happily chowing down on Xadian food in the Sunfire elf dining hall. Only mildly concerned about eventually being interrupted by the newest addition to her found family. However, hopefully, and maybe a mite foolishly, Amaya forged on ahead to the room Janai insisted she would be staying in; none other than that of the beautiful Sunfire elf’s. 

The general had only gotten a terse look at the room earlier. It rather thoroughly reminded her of Sarai’s after she had moved in with Harrow. The regal decadence, intricate candle holders that seemed to impossibly be lit at all times. Even down to the absurdly large bed with overly ornate headboard and canopy. In earnest, the bed had been the only thing that ever made her jealous of her sister in the slightest. Everything else had always seemed to be just a little too much, the soldiers quarters and their simplicity had always fit with her tastes a little better. But the bed? That she most certainly had always coveted. Not only had Sarai’s been something nearing absurdly large, but Amaya always thought it felt something like what she imagined sleeping upon a cloud would be like. 

Silently, Amaya reminisced about how happy her sister had been with her new love, how she teased Sarai about it and the decadent living quarters. More than a small portion of her felt like a smidgen of a hypocrite, now that she would be sharing the same type of room with her elf girlfriend. But then with a smile, she figured that her spending her first week with Janai in a cage of fire to make the whole thing into a bit of a wash. 

Politely, Amaya knocked on the door to her shared room as she reached it. She waited a beat, less in the thought of awaiting a reply that she wouldn’t have been able to hear if it came, and more in the hope that her knock could serve as a warning if Janai happened to be inside and need one. 

Once more, Amaya knocked at the door as she slowly turned the handle. The general opened it with a timidness unbecoming of her rank, even more so considering that on paper, it was still the door to ‘enemy’ quarters. But it was incredibly unlikely that Ezran would allow the warring state between Xadia and Katolis to last any longer. And it wasn’t like Amaya could raise a hand to Janai, at least, not like that, not any longer. 

“Knock. Come on in.” Was all Amaya could catch from Janai’s lips as the elf turned around to greet her. 

-What was that?- She signed with a disheartened face. 

“Oh god! Sorry. I’m-” Janai stumbled as she looked for the hand signs to correlate with her words. “I’m still getting accustomed to signing.” Her hands faltered, more than once, but Amaya still understood what she was trying to get across. 

-Perfectly ok. I understand it’s an adjustment.-

“I do thank you for your patience.” Janai signed back as she spoke. 

-I appreciate you putting up my family while we work out whether we stay here or try to commute back and forth between here and Katolis.-

-Commute?- Janai questioned the foreign sign. 

-T r a v e l- Amaya signed out each letter.  

-Oh, makes sense.- Janai nodded. 

-Thank you.-

“What for?” Janai signed and spoke, more than aware that her signing was still a work in progress and that giving Amaya the backup of her lips to read couldn’t hurt. 

-For trying like that.- Amaya gestured to Janai’s lips and then her hands. 

“I! Well, of course. You are my…” Janai knew all the gestures she could use to describe Amaya, Kazi had been somewhat overzealous in informing her of those signs. But she was caught, struck in the fear of putting any official name to it. 

-I am your what?- Amaya taunted the elf by pressing the sensitive issue. 

“You are… you are…” Janai struggled to choose, her hands fiddling idly in the air. “You are my pet!” She snapped, the scared woman fading away in lieu of an angered queen. 

-Am I now?- Amaya signed back with a wide grin. 

“You are! And it is time you are punished!” 

Amaya chuckled silently. 

“Pets should know better than to invite others into my home without talking to me first!” Janai snapped firmly. 

A shiver ran down Amaya’s spine, damn if she didn’t love to see her queen like this, firm and heavy-handed, with that glare that could cut her to the core. -I’m sorry.- Amaya gave a momentary pause before she swallowed her pride. -I’m sorry Mistress.-

“Much better.” Janai leaned back on her heels overly pleased at the submission. “I’ve said it once before, I won’t say it again. Pets should be on their hands and knees.” 

Amaya glared. She was a proud general damnit! But she loved that damned elf, that elf; appropriately as fiery hot as the sun in her eyes. Pride somewhere light-years past gone, Amaya allowed herself to fall to her knees. Against what every part of her screamed, she even fell to her hands as well. -B e t t e r?- Amaya signed the letters with one hand, the painful wince on her face passing right over Janai’s head as she racked her brain trying to remember the hand sign alphabet. 

“Much better moi pette.” Janai’s face grew a pleased expression as she signed and approached the general and walked to greet her pet. “Good girl.” She signed before kneeling down to pet the top of the general’s hair. 

Amaya loathed how much she enjoyed it, how her head naturally went to brush against the elf’s hand, the urge to all so eagerly nuzzle Janai’s palm. The epitome of embarrassment came as she willingly kissed and licked at the palm; that she did all that, and somehow, she liked it. 

-G o o d p e t- Janai signed each letter out with her free hand as she ran her fingers through the general’s hair. 

Amaya whimpered softly and rose her head to nuzzle into the other’s hand. It was warm and calming in a way so few things were. Though it had been of an entirely different nature, it was the most calming thing that she had felt since the last time she could hug her sister. Her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed the comfort of the other woman gently tousling her hair, running soft fingers against her scalp. -Thank you- Amaya leaned over to one hand so she could use the free one to sign. 

“There you go, isn’t that better moi pette?” Janai pulled her hand back to sign with ease. 

-Much.- Amaya let her hand back down as she finished, sighing in relief as she did. 

“Something wrong?” Janai worried at the sight of a faintly pained look on Amaya’s face. 

Amaya simply shook her head to say no before moving forward slightly to press her head into Janai’s chest. On the one hand, it felt right, on the other, she got to bury her head into the elf’s breasts, and that was forever a plus. 

“Mhmm, excited pet.” Janai cooed to the woman who would never be able to hear her and couldn’t read her lips with her head firmly planted between her breasts. Her hands went down to stroke along Amaya’s spine. Amaya’s back arched to the touch and a mildly pleased purr could barely be heard emanating from between Janai’s breasts. The general’s clothing was soft and held in her heat, but despite that, Janai wanted it off of her. She wanted to be able to feel her pet’s skin, to caress her and soothe her before they adjourned to bed for the night. 

Amaya only got one solid snuggle in at Janai’s chest before the elf pulled away. Although her eyes already asked for her, Amaya signed to her girlfriend. -What’s wrong? Why’d you pull away? I was enjoying that.-

“Of course you were pet. You seem to always enjoy snuggling there.” Janai snickered. “But I want this off.” She leaned in and tugged at the sleeve of Amaya’s shirt. “It doesn't serve to have my pet wearing clothes.” 

-That’s not what you said when I was in the fire cage.- Amaya stood up on her knees to sign back to her girlfriend. 

“No, it is not. I didn’t know how wonderful a pet you would be back then. Plus, I don’t need anyone else seeing what is mine.” Janai played tough, but Amaya knew all too well that the other woman simply wouldn’t have wanted to make her uncomfortable or force her to do anything she didn’t want to do like that. 

-Fair enough.- The general gave a coy smile before pulling off her top with what seemed to be great care for her right side. 

“Much better, just one more thing.” Janai signed back before leaning in and wrapping her arms around the other woman to remove her bra. “Now! Down pet!” She continued just as soon as she had pulled away and dropped the bra to the floor. 

Amaya gave another nod before she found herself falling back to her hands and half trotting over to the other woman. She pressed her head to Janai’s thigh, snuggling at it and breathing in the scent of the other. She wanted more, wanted to look up and lavish Janai’s lower lips with love. She didn’t even care how demeaning it might be, she wanted to lap Janai clean from right there, on all fours. To be the perfect pet for her queen. As she felt Janai’s nails scraping at the top of her head and down her neck, she pressed harder into the Sunfire elf’s leg, Her head slowly traveled further up and she began to look upwards at the woman. Almost as a show of defiance; proof that she could tease Janai too, she licked slowly up Janai’s exposed thigh. The elf was wearing nothing but boyshorts and a sleeping top. The panties made for a clear sign of her interest if only from how clearly a wet spot had begun to form at the crotch. -Want to be good- Amaya tried to pull off the signs with only her left hand, but in shifting to her right, pain showed too clearly on her face. 

“Amaya!” Janai stepped backward and looked down at her girlfriend. “What’s wrong.” For the first time that night, Janai didn’t even bother signing. Her hands were too busy shooting down to Amaya’s right hurt hand. It only took the elf a moment to remember what had happened, why the hand was still overly sensitive. “You are still hurt! The blisters haven't even completely gone down!” She glared with fury at Amaya for not telling her. 

-It’s fine.- Amaya dismissed with an easy sign, but her hand was still hurt and it had been a mistake to use it again to speak so soon. The pain showed clearly on her face; at least it did to Janai. Trained general of war, more than capable of being stabbed and shrugging it off to the point that even her closest brethren in arms would ever be able to tell the slightest difference. Yet, Janai could see right through her. 

“No more!” Janai didn’t sign, but she made sure Amaya could read her lips. “No more!” She repeated, checking Amaya’s hand before hurrying to grab something new to cover it up with. “My pet will not crawl on the ground any more while she has a hurt paw!” Janai emphasized with her lips as her busy hands covered the wound in ointment and wrapped it up. “I don’t care what I say, you are being bad if you allow yourself to get hurt to follow an instruction.” Janai enforced firmly with a soft kiss at the newly bandaged burn. 

Amaya went to sign or just to nod in agreement, but Janai stopped her with a tug at her wrist. 

“Especially not if it is from an injury I caused!” 

-You didn’t hurt me-

-I did.- Janai dropped Amaya’s hand to sign back. -You were trying to save my life, and I hurt you in my anger.- Janai clearly held more guilt for it than she had been letting on. 

Before Janai could sign anything else, Amaya halted her hands and her lips with a kiss. Her right hand interlaced its fingers with the fingers on Janai's left in a tender motion, cautious of hurting her hand. It was a small touch, but it didn't pass by Janai without notice. Her left hand wrapped around the elf to pull her in closer as they kissed. Amaya sought out all the small affections she could. Every minuscule little thing; she knew it made the difference. Their lips locked loosely lingering in longing love. Amaya pulled the elf as close as she could, holding her with all she had. Their tongues darted aimlessly across each other, simply striving to stay close and show love.

With breaths longing for more time, more air to stay with, or both, they both pulled back just enough to sign to each other. 

-You forget? I know that pain, that anger.- Amaya paused, earnest eyes drilling home her point. -I lost my sister too.- 

-I know! But!- Janai's face flickered furious as she felt the other woman's hands stopping her from signing. 

-But nothing. I'd do it again a hundred times over if it keeps you safe.- Amaya pulled in the elf's hands to kiss each of them. -After all, what's a pet to do without an owner?- She flashed a playful smile. -I'd be so lost.- She gave appropriate puppy dog eyes. 

Janai's eyes twinkled in her conflicted love and guilt. -Can't let my pet go without an owner, now can I?- She gave a defeated sigh that Amaya would have been able to read from miles away. 

-Now, I believe my owner had some punishments for me?- Amaya had completely forfeited her faux displeasure at the idea of a punishment. 

"Yes!" Janai signed and spoke as she stood. "And you must be extra punished for hiding your injury… But nothing that would exacerbate the issue.” Her eyes darted around, observing the room as she tried to conjure up the perfect punishment. 

Amaya giggled, suddenly catching the other woman off guard amidst her thoughts. 

“What! … Pet?” Janai’s glare turned back to the giggling general. 

-Nothing.- Amaya’s cheeks reddened as she signed overzealously. 

“What!” Janai stomped her foot hard enough that even though Amaya couldn’t hear it, she could feel the ground reverberating under the powerful new queen. 

Amaya’s cheeks reddened further as she gave a ‘well you asked’ shrug. -I know you signed ‘exacerbate’ but your lips said something very different.- Amaya grinned, overly pleased with how embarrassed Janai looked. In a knowing effort, Amaya crossed her arms just under her chest, intentionally pressing her breasts up and further on display for the other woman. A genius ploy, and given how Janai’s already dark cheeks darkened, it paid off well. 

“I! They did not!” Janai’s hands shook flustered. 

Amaya simply moved one hand, to display her index finger and thumb close together to say ‘A little bit’ while intentionally pressing her chest out more for the other woman. 

Janai’s upper lip twitched as a growl slipped right past Amaya. “I know the perfect punishment!” Her hands snapped firmly to finish the sign. 

Amaya’s expression naturally turned to something so excited she would have been mortified if anyone else she knew discovered. But pride or not, she loved that dominant goofball of an elf. 

“Crawl on-” Janai stopped herself mid sign. “No!” She stepped forward and easily scooped the general up in her arms. 

All the air rushed from Amaya’s lungs in the instant she felt herself effortlessly scooped up from the ground. She could remember only once ever seeing someone carried that way. Sarai, Harrow had picked her up like this on the day of their wedding after the ceremony’s kiss. Amaya recollected it seeming like a rather weak position, something she was shocked her strong older sister would ever allow even the king to scoop her up in. But it took no time at all for Amaya to understand why her sister had allowed him to do that. 

Held up effortlessly in the elf’s iron arms, she could feel all of Janai’s Sunfire heat. Being carried like that, Janai’s arms wrapped around her back and under her knees, pulling her in tight felt like it’s own overly welcome heaven. Then out of nowhere, she could feel the elf nudging her shoulder. In an antsy motion, Amaya’s eyes darted up to see Janai’s face. 

“Better.” Janai intentionally talked slower in the hope that it might make reading her lips a little easier now that she didn’t have the aid of her hands for translation. She didn’t know that the change in her habits actually made it harder, but Amaya could still make out the gist of her words, either way, so she said nothing to correct the queen. “I am going to drop you on the bed now.” Janai raised an eyebrow to steal Amaya’s attention. “You make sure you don’t hurt your paw; understood, pet?” She over-enunciated, but Amaya could still make out what she was saying. 

The general held up her hurt hand and pulled it close to her chest to clarify that she understood. But at the same time, she gave one quick snuggle into the other woman’s chest before she was to be thrust from the perfect embrace. 

“Good pet.” Janai almost more tossed Amaya onto the bed than simply dropped her, but that was made up by the queen leaping immediately after her. She caught the general’s lips before either of them could even attempt to catch their breath once more. Immediately with that, the general knew their night had truly begun. 

End of Chapter 2