The College of Fae (3/3)

Emaria scoffed quietly. "She didn't," the girl bit back. "And you're not."

Though she realized her mistake, again, at the other girl's question. Her mother had always chastized her for being too loose with her emotions. "Reign in your emotions," Farah had always told her. "Control them. Remember that they don't control you. And watch your tone. It often betrays more than you think it does."

She swallowed and inhaled deeply. "Don't you have anything better to do than harass me?" Emaria asked once she'd gotten herself together, at least on the outside.

Serena snickers. "Sure."

She spins and starts walking backwards in front of Emaria, leaning down a little condescendingly.

"Actually, this is the better thing. The only other real option is starting my project of sleeping with everyone in this school, teachers included." she grins, the words very pointed.

"Though I'm sure you may be more than a little resistant to that idea. So here I am, hoping to hit a nerve, which I seem to be doing very well. Very thin skin, I must say. Very little control over your own emotions. It's almost like-" she pauses for effect. "-you're an incompetent Fae."

Emaria pretended not to notice as the other fae began to walk backward in front of her. She kept a straight face until the girl mentioned her so-called 'project'. At that, Emaria's eyes snapped back to her and gave her a quick up-and-down observation. Though… teachers included? Who did this girl think she was?

There. Emaria had finally found a point where the girl was wrong. Emaria wasn't resistant at all to the idea. In fact, it sounded like a rather fun challenge. One that she never would have been able to do at Alfea, even if she excluded her parents. She was the headmistress's daughter, and even if she wanted a bit of excitement, whoever she was with knew that fact. Being freed from that burden would make this school, as much as Emaria hated to say it, more fun.

She breathed steadily, again trying to tune out the other girl as her words switched back to controlling her magic. Her eyes blazed at the other girl's, but she didn't say anything back. Her mother's voice kept repeating over and over in her mind: Control. Control. Control. Finally, she opened her lips to speak again.

"I know I'm incompetent. Come up with a better insult next time. And how exactly do you plan on getting everyone to sleep with you?" she asked shortly.

"I will!" Serena says cheerfully.

The Bond Fae's eyes shimmer with a rainbow gradient as she steps forward and presses Emaria aginst the wall with minimal force.

"Here's some wonderful things called beauty, and lust. . . if you want me to, I can show you the true meaning of both." she whispers, her eyes locked right onto Emaria's the entire time. She could feel the mind fae's heart beating from her position right in front of her. Something about the words would be hard even for Emaria to ignore or resist. One of Serena's thin, delicate fingers slips beneath the girl's chin, lifting it up slightly, and it was now that their sheer size difference might strike.

Emaria was in the middle of rolling her eyes at the cheerful response when she found herself pinned between the wall and the significantly taller fae in front of her. The second her back hit the wall, her eyes went wide, and her heart began to race. Normally, Emaria was one who was dominant during… certain activities. But clearly, this girl was too

Her words were utterly captivating, and Emaria felt herself being drawn in. The same little voice in the back of her mind from earlier told her to think about what she was doing. But that little voice shattered when the other fae touched her. The skin of her finger was hot against Emaria's chin, and she didn't even realize that she licked her lip.

"Please," she murmured, arching her eyebrows expectantly.

Serena laughs slightly, leaning down slightly, tilting Emaria's face up slightly more.

"'Please?'" she whispers, leaning in so close she could feel Emaria's breath against her face. "You're begging?"

Her lips were brushing slightly against the smaller fae's, teasingly, almost daring Emaria to do it herself, to initiate the kiss, if she really wanted it that bad - if she really wanted to know the meaning of beauty and lust, and pleasure. A dare to let herself get lost in this moment, a dare to let herself lose full control. And at the same time, a promise that if she did, she'd spiral down a similar path as Serena herself had gone down, the path that had led her to learning her Stitching techniques, the path that had taught her how to give pain and death in equal measure, that had taught her to control her ability to remorselessly manipulate other's emotions to her own will. A promise of dark, yet wildly exciting things.

So many things were entwined in this single moment. Serena wonders if Emaria could truly resist this. In the end, she doubted the mind faery could.

She presses Emaria against the wall slightly harder, her other hand slipping to the small of the mind faery's back to make her less likely to want to get away from the smell of vanilla and black pepper, and the softness of Serena's skin and lips.

Emaria held her breath as the other girl draw nearer. She still didn't even know her name, and the mind fae was very steadily unraveling under her. She almost laughed at the other girl's words. "Isn't that what you want from me?" she murmured back.

Though, as their lips brushed so temptingly, Emaria hesitated. She felt the pull, the tug of whatever dark thing was attached to this girl's magic. Emaria knew that it had to be the magic affecting her, but she didn't really care. She savored this moment, being submissive and about to melt into this stranger's arms. It wasn't like her, yet it also was. And she wanted more of it so desperately.

She gasped softly as she was pushed a bit harder against the wall and had no doubt in her mind that the other girl heard it. They were physically too close for her not to hear it. Though she shivered at the touch and arched her back even more. Why did this mysterious fae have to find one of her weaknesses before they even kissed? It wasn't fair. "Fuck," she groaned quietly.

Finally, Emaria couldn't wait any longer. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them and eagerly sealing her lips over the other girl's. Her hands took the liberty of settling on the other girl's waist and pulling her closer. Emaria even took a chance and attempted to slide her knee between the girl's thighs.

"Of course it is, darling. I just didn't expect you to become so submissive so quickly." Serena replies cheekily, smirking.

As soon as she heard the gasp, the bond fae chuckles. It seemed to her she'd found a weak spot of Emaria's. She was quite delighted by this turn of events and used to to her full advantage, placing a bit more pressure where her hand was resting currently.

"'Fuck. . .'" she hums. "Hmmm, not here. Maybe when we have a little more. . . privacy." she murmurs, the words humming with hidden promise.

Once Emaria broke down, Serena knew she'd won. She leans down into the kiss hungrily, letting the smaller fae woman pull her closer while she slowly deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding teasingly against the mind faery's before retracting. To take complete control of Emaria, she sucks the girl's lower lip into her mouth slightly and nips at it, just as teasingly as her tongue had been. She lets the knee get between her thighs, though. She'd at least let Emaria have some semblance of control, even if it was easily seen through.

"Neither did I," Emaria muttered quietly. But she was silenced by her own gasp as the other fae took advantage of her body's secrets and pressed deeper into her back. The movement only caused Emaria to arch her back more, which conveniently pushed her more against the other girl.

Her eyebrows arched slightly at the promise in the fae's voice. She truly did intend on seeing this encounter through. Lovely, Emaria thought with satisfaction. She'd had more than one instance where a new person shied away from fucking almost right away, which was natural. Obviously, Emaria wasn't.

She whimpered as the girl teased her with her tongue and sucked her lip. Just like that, Emaria was conquered. Not that she would admit that yet. Stubbornly, she wedged her knee in deeper and began to slide her hands up the other girl's figure, both searching for a weak spot and hoping to seem a bit less submissive.

After a moment though, Emaria drew her lips away, panting. "I have something to ask you," she began, studying the other girl's face. "Your name. What is it?"

Serena raises an eyebrow. "Oh? You didn't?"

She smirks, freeing her hand from beneath Emaria's chin and sliding it down her body, caressing her chest and waist before dropping down to her thighs and tracing letters and symbols there for a moment, before she grips the back of the girl's thigh, just below her ass and slightly in towards her crotch. She lets Emaria's hands roam, letting her seek out weakspots that didn't exist, not without blades and chains.

When the mind fae draws back and asks Serena's name, she laughs quietly.

"Serena Khisaal. I'm sure you've heard the name at least in passing, kitten. And you. . . well, who doesn't know you?" she replies.

Fuck me and my big fat mouth, Emaria thought as the girl raised an eyebrow. "Nevermind," she said quickly, which was stupid because she'd obviously been heard.

Emaria swallowed heavily as the girl's finger and hand roamed down her body. Her caresses were delicate, yet firm, and the smaller fairy was a slave to the touch. "Uh!" she cried out and gasped as the girl grabbed her thigh, practically her ass but still not quite. She tried hard to keep her hips from bucking into the touch, and she was actually successful. Good. At least she had some semblance of control over her body still.

The name tickled some kind of memory in Emaria's mind, but she didn't feel quite like recalling it right now. But she had an immediate adverse reaction to Serena's words about her.

"What does that mean?" she asked, drawing back and losing all traces of submission, despite Serena's hand still being dangerously close to her sensitivity, even through clothes. Emaria was sure it wasn't the reaction Serena had been anticipating her to have, but it had definitely thrown her off, and she wanted to address it.

Serena chuckles, reading Emaria perfectly. "No, no, please, continue. I'd love to know more."

She grins, using her index finger to rub slightly where it rested close, but not quite, at the woman's sensitivity. She feels how hard Emaria has to force herself not to have a physical reaction to where her hand was, and squeezes just barely harder than before after shifting her hand up and to the left slightly. She wanted Emaria to whine, and to beg for a release of the things she's feeling.

"Oh, it means I've heard of your wonderful figure and face. I've had you on my mind for a bit now, did you know?" she smirks. "After all, how could one not desire you?"

Emaria huffed a quiet laugh. "I'm sure you would," she replied.

Her breath hitched as Serena's finger rubbed incredibly close to her sex. "Shit," Emaria groaned and bit the inside of her lip to keep quiet for a little longer. She jolted, almost seeming to grind on Serena's hand for a moment as she squeezed again and shifted just a bit closer to Emaria's already throbbing core. This was definitely not how she thought this day was going to go.

A flash of confusion dawned on the mind fairy's face. Serena had heard of her? How? Emaria became skeptical, even as she was on the verge of giving Serena everything. "I don't know what you're talking about," she managed to say.

Serena leans in closer, playfully. "Maybe if you kept your mouth open long enough, some fucking might happen there."

She smirks. She could definitely take the girl right here in this hall, but it was a matter of principal really. She kept up the rubbing where she'd shifted her hand.

"That's fine with me, kitten. I don't really need you to know right now in particular. And you don't exactly seem in a place physically or mentally to know." she chuckles.

Jasmine nodded. "It was not fun to try and figure out the map of the building. But we're here now! it looks like we have bananas, oranges… apples, pears, and peaches! wow." Jasmine said, in awe of what she had managed.

Jasmine grabbed herself a peach, wiping it off and taking a bite. "Oh… oh it's really good." she said blissfully

Serena leans in closer, playfully. "Maybe if you kept your mouth open long enough, some fucking might happen there."

She smirks. She could definitely take the girl right here in this hall, but it was a matter of principal really. She kept up the rubbing where she'd shifted her hand.

"That's fine with me, kitten. I don't really need you to know right now in particular. And you don't exactly seem in a place physically or mentally to know." she chuckles.

Emaria didn’t flinch away as the girl leaned closer. She was slowly beginning to understand this girl’s game and fall back into the familiar one of her own. “All you have to do is ask,” she cooed.

Though the rubbing was beginning to weaken her even more. Emaria’s expression contorted slightly as she tried to reign in control. She had a personal rule to avoid sex in public after being caught by her parents in a rather uncomfortable situation with two Specialists, but… her parents weren’t here.

It was the second time Serena had called her kitten, and Emaria couldn’t help liking the pet name. Usually, she was the one who did the nicknaming. “Probably not,” she mumbled. “But tell me later, mistress?” Her eyes widened at what she’d done. By the gods, Emaria really couldn’t control her mouth when she got turned on.

"Oh, I don't have to." Serena laughs darkly. "I could do anything to you, and you wouldn't - couldn't - say no."

She tilts her head at Emaria and presses in her fingers slightly as she rubs more, noting her expression and the way her legs were shaking slightly with no small ammount of satisfaction.

"I might. . . only if you're a good little servant." she responds in kind, the hand at the small of Emaria's back digging in just slightly more, her fingers digging in now.

Emaria swallowed heavily as she realized the words were true. She was in Serena’s clutches now. Whatever magic she was using was powerful. Much too powerful for Emaria to resist.

As Serena rubbed more and put more pressure on the sensitive flesh, Emaria’s breathing became ragged. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and gritted her teeth in order to keep from moaning loud enough that the headmistress would hear her.

Emaria whimpered at the touch and arched her back again. “I will be,” she pleaded. “Oh gods, please touch me!”

Serena watches as the realization hits Emaria that she was well and truly a slave to this strange new Fae. It was delightful to watch her swallow and turn slightly pale as she tries and fails to think of a way to get out of this, and the way she seems to accept this new turn of events in her life.

She leans in and seals her lips over Emaria's, not having to use too much effort to part the smaller girl's lips and kiss her hungrily, her fingers pressing in slightly harder with each circular motion of her fingers, not giving her any room for movement as she presses the girl back up against the wall.

"Oh, I will." Serena whispers against Emaria's lips, letting her body take over for her mind .

Emaria was still processing the speed that this was all happening when her lips were captured by Serena's again. She easily let her lips be parted and enjoyed the submissive nature she was currently being forced into. Though she stopped trying to restrain herself as Serena pressed harder and came closer to the mind fae's core with her touch.

She keened into Serena's mouth and bucked her hips with desperate need. This was torture! Why couldn't the other girl just bury her fingers in Emaria's soaking cunt already?! If she wanted Emaria wet, her job was already done.

Emaria whined at the words. "Please," she begged again, grinding her hips down onto Serena's hand as best she could.

(So do you think we should take this to the pms or…?)

(probably, but i'm enjoying reading this, so please, add me into that pm..)

(Fade to black should work lmao)

Serena smiles blackly as the outside world seems to fade away. She whispers a few words before. . .

//Some ammount of time later lol//

Serena examines her fingers and smirks, licking them clean before stepping away, pulling Emaria's pants and panties up and her shirt back down over her chest.

"You're very good ay obeying." she coos, eyes sparkling with suppressed satisfaction at having gotten the mind fae exactly where she'd wanted her. "And you have a wonderful voice."

She fixes Emaria's hair and then steps to the side, waiting for the smaller fae to move away from the wall. She was slightly impressed by how good the faerie moaned.

"We're going to go to a bar. You should shower and change before we go." Serena says.

Emaria was dizzy and breathless. Oh gods… she was glad now that her back was still to the wall so she had something to lean on and help her stand. Serena's fingers were already redressing her, and Emaria was grateful for that. She was so weak from what had just happened.

"Thank you, mistress," she panted quietly. "Y-You too. Your voice, I mean."

She closed her eyes as Serena fixed her hair with the same nimble fingers that had just unraveled Emaria in a way she'd never felt before. By the gods, Emaria was still trying to catch her breath. How was Serena so composed when Emaria was a sweaty, wobbly mess?

Though the order caught her slightly off guard. "We are?" she asked hesitantly. All she'd really wanted to do was go back to her dorm and set up her stuff. But… she'd already pledged herself as a slave to Serena. This must be some of what it entailed. "Okay," she added, slowly pushing away from the wall and taking baby steps. Her core was still wet and sore, and her thighs were aching in the most gods-awful way…

Serena grins. "I know I do."

"Yes. As a sort of. . . breather. Parties are good ways to meet new potential allies. . . or enemies. They're also great for gossip and rumours." she replies with a little hum.

It was really only to see which of the Fae at this college could be manipulated easily, even without her charms as one of the Gentry. She loves having slaves. Back home, she had more than a few who were like Emaria, who'd, in the heat of certain moments, had pledged theirselves to Serena, mind and body. Others she'd broken and molded to her will. EIther way, she had gotten what she'd wanted.

But she'd take her time with Emaria. She was, of course, very valuable. . . in more ways than just her looks.

Jasmine smiled after finishing the peach. "There's a party at a bar tonight, are you going? I'd like to meet more people _{and also my brother will be there} so i'll be going." she said to the other fae

Syndra considers this, surprised by this sudden invitation, and no idea how to respond. "Um…………"On one hand, chance to hang out with this person/maybe friend more? On the other, lots of people, probably talking and many more social interactions to be had. Hmm….. "Sure?" She answers with an awkward question mark hanging on the end of her phrase, a nervous smile on her face. "Yeah, that sounds…. _fun."

"Don't feel pressured to come if you dont want to! If you don't think you'll enjoy it, thats fine, don't go!" Jasmine said, feeling bad for pressuring her new friend.