Thriae's Apprentice

She sighed and let Aposta pull her into a comforting hug. She melted into that embrace. If Aposta hadn't been here. But Aposta had. And it felt... nice. To have someone to save her.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," she mumbled against Aposta's chest. Aposta was just wearing a silky nightgown now, and Aposta felt very warm and very soft right now. "I... I meant to... let you sleep longer."

She felt Aposta chuckle, and the Thriae started stroking her hair. "Honeybowl, it's night time. I slept all day. You did very well."

Elka blinked. "Whuh?"

"You've been staring into that toffee for a long, long time, sweetie," Aposta cooed. "Poor thing. You must be so tired."

Elka was tired. Her eyelids dropped, and she fell into blissful darkness, burying her face in Aposta's cleavage. She felt so embarrassed, but more than that, she felt tired. Pliant. It felt so nice to just relax in Aposta's embrace.

"We'll have to be more careful, of course, cutie." Aposta patted her head. "If you'd been all entranced like that when someone came by, we'd have both been goners. Unless they got too distracted with you to remember about me."

Elka moaned. Aposta's words were melting into pleasant static, emptying her thoughts. It felt so good to ooze. To obey. To be a good girl.

"Butyou," Aposta cooed, "looked so cute, I'll bet nobody could've resisted playing with you. So cute. So easy."

"Mm." Elka whimpered and clung to Aposta, her lips parting to plant little kisses over Aposta's cleavage. "Uh-huh... easy..."

There was a pause.

"Elka?" Aposta whispered.

"Uh-huh...." Elka kissed and licked, searching for something to. Something to suck. Something to taste. She felt so nice, so soft and molten, so sweet and easy...

She felt Aposta pulling her away, and she whimpered unhappily.

Then she realized what she was doing, and her eyes opened wide. She stared up at Aposta, jerking away. "I—I, um—"

Aposta licked her lips, smirking down at her. "I wasn't even trying that time," she cooed.

Elka swayed, staring up at those luscious lips, lost in those dulcet tones. She felt so naked before Aposta. Not even her bra and panties felt like they concealed anything. Her eyelids fluttered. "I... I just need sleep," she mumbled. She started to pull away.

For a moment, Aposta held her. And Elka stared up at the Thriae, saw that horny, hungry look in her eyes.

"How ever did you survive?" the bee maiden murmured, running a finger over Elka's lips. Elka whimpered. Her lips parted, as she stared into Aposta's eyes, breathed in her Mistress's scent... "How ever did you endure without someone like me to keep you safe?"

"P-Please," Elka whimpered, not even sure what she wanted, but she wanted it so badly, wanted Aposta to... to...

No! She shook herself, and pulled again. This time, Aposta released her.

"I should go to bed," Elka managed. She took a step closer to Aposta, staring up into those eyes. No. No, goddammit, stop tempting her! She already wants to do it, don't— "Is that... okay? Is there a bedroom for me, Mistr—Aposta?"

Aposta beamed, and took her hand.

"You're going to sleep on the floor," she cooed, "like a good kitty. Okay?"

As her fingers brushed over Elka's head, Elka wasn't sure if it was tingles of mind control or what she wanted to be mind control.

Alchemy was about how you believed reality worked.

She nodded docilely and let Aposta lead her by the hand back to the bedroom.

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Elka lay on the floor, with numerous pillows and blankets serving as a surprisingly soft bed. But then, anything felt soft and warm and cuddly when she felt so soft and warm and cuddly.

Her Mistress—Aposta—was lying back in the bed, humming to herself as she worked on her notes. Just hearing that humming made Elka feel so safe. So nice.

She'd barely resisted the urge to beg to lie in Aposta's bed with her. Aposta seemed like she was barely resisting the urge to invite her. Elka shivered under her blankets, even as Aposta's sweet humming remind her how easy it would be. How much Aposta... liked her.

Loved her.

Wanted to take care of her.

Elka cuddled a pillow and humped it slightly, desperate to hold in her whimpers.

It felt so nice to submit. So nice to feel safe, warm, obedient. It had never felt so wonderful with... with anyone else. Jyrulea had treated her like a pawn. The liliraune treated her like a toy. Even sweet Tabbi seemed more obsessed with sex than... than love.

Elka's eyelids fluttered, and sucking on her fingers to hold in her whimpers, she slipped into a sweet half-sleep. Aposta's humming slipped in and out of her head, an endless buzz across the half-dreams.

Aposta was so beautiful. Such gorgeous golden hair, blinding her. Leaning in and kissing her with those plump lips. Good girl, she would whisper, stroking Elka's hair, and Elka would nod needily and agree. My good girl.

Her eyes would shine like a thousand stars, like twin vats of the sweetest syrup. She would coo and whisper to Elka, promise her pleasure. Doesn't it feel nice to sink into my eyes? Just drift. Just sink. Get all nice and sweet and melty for me. My melty, squishy kitty.

"Yes," she whimpered, nodding. "Yes, please?"

Kitten? Aposta would whisper. She would stroke Elka's cheek, long, delicate strokes until Elka was mewing, rubbing against that hand. She would scratch Elka's ears, rub her head. You're a good kitty, she would coo. My good, good kitty. No need to think. Kitties don't want to think!

No need to think. No need to think. "Don't wanna think," she whined, squirming beneath the dream. "Kitties... don't think..."

That's right, Aposta would purr, hugging her close, wrapping her in thick, warm blankets of sweet scents. Maybe, Elka thought, sucking on her thumb as she moaned softly, Aposta would even give her something sweeter to suckle. A lollipop. A finger dripping Thriae juices. A nipple. You don't want to think. It feels so good to just be a happy, dumb, mindless, blissful, melty...

"Melty," Elka whimpered, squirming more. She felt so constrained. So warm. "Melty! Please, oh, please, Aposta!"

Mistress, Aposta would hiss.

"Mistress," Elka cried, writhing in her restraints. Everything felt so warm and heavy, except her. She felt soft. Soft and obedient. Soft and needy. "Mistress, please... please make me a good kitty!"

"Honeypot?" cooed a sweet voice, syruppy with sleepiness. "Elka, my sweet apprentice, what ever is the matter?"

Elka blinked.

She was tangled in her blankets.

She was staring up into the real Aposta's eyes. Even prettier. Especially with the stars above shining through the amber walls.

"Oh," she squeaked. "Um, sorry, Mistre—Aposta. Did I... was I..."

"Talking in your sleep," Aposta murmured with a sly grin. She was lying atop Elka. Almost straddling her. "Oh, my poor thing, is that what this was about?"

Elka squeaked as she felt fingers grazing over her ears. She wanted to object, but...

... did she?

It was so hard to think about objecting when it was so soft to just lie still and let Mistress play with her.

"I see how it is," Aposta cooed, stroking Elka's hair with her other hand. She licked her lips, then licked Elka's. Elka whimpered. "You just need my help, don't you, kitty? You need to be taken care of."

"Um." Elka blinked rapidly. "Yes?" Yes, that was the deal. She needed to be taken care of. Needed to be. Protected.

"You don't wanna be claimed by just any liliraune or witch," she purred, stroking Elka's hair lovingly. "You want... a Mistress."

"Uh-huh," Elka gasped, feeling every thought inside her just melt into Aposta's soft hands. She stared into Aposta's eyes, struggling to make sense. A mistress. Wasn't that what she wanted?

"Someone," Aposta breathed, kissing Elka on the cheek. Elka let out a whine. "Someone who knows what you need, little kitty. Someone who looooves to take care of you. Someone who will tuck you into bed each night... take you..." She lowered down and nibbled Elka's earlobe. "... into her arms and melt your brains into nice, sweet goo, isn't that right?"

"Nnn." Elka stared into those beautiful eyes, squirmed and wriggled happily as she felt Aposta sitting down in her lap, pulling her into a sitting position, resting her against the side of the bed. She felt so warm. So cozy. So squishy. "Um, I mean... no?"

She was sure that was right. She was sure she was supposed to say no. But it would feel so good to say yes, wouldn't it? Why did she have to refuse something that would feel so good? She wanted to say yes so, so badly.

"No?" Aposta wriggled in Elka's lap, giggling, her curvy ass making Elka's cock twitch helplessly, eagerly in its constraints. She tenderly pulled Elka's thumb out of her mouth—though Elka's lips made a popping sound and remained open, as if waiting for something else to fill them. She'd forgotten she was even sucking anything. It just felt natural. "But you seem to liiiike me, don't you?"

She batted her eyelashes coquettishly. Elka couldn't resist that face.

"Uh-huh!" Elka squeaked and bobbed her head. That motion, too, felt so natural. So right. Nodding was what obedient girls were supposed to do. As natural as feeling good when a Thriae was giving you a lapdance in her bedroom, smiling down at you with an expression of adoration.

"That's great!" Aposta exclaimed. "Because I loooove you!" She booped Elka on the nose.

Aposta loved her. Elka stared dreamily into those golden eyes. She liked Aposta. Aposta loved her.

"And you want me to take care of you?" Aposta kissed her on the cheek, nuzzled her. Rubbed her ears. Elka panted as she slowly raised a hot pink lollipop to eye level. "Kitty wants to be taken care of?"

"Uh-huh," Elka whined. She felt Aposta stroking her sensitive tail, then her hair, then scratching behind her ears. Her foot started to kick at the latter, eliciting a delighted giggle. "T-Taken... care of? Yeah." Yes, that was right. She wanted that. Needed to be safe. Aposta was right again. Aposta loved her.

"And you wanna help me," Aposta purred, bobbing the lollipop before Elka's eyes. Elka's tongue flicked out and licked it as it passed by. Her eyes followed it. Around and around, in zigzags, figure-eights. She wanted it. She remembered Tabbi, and oh, goddesses, she wanted to feel so good. "Be my apprentice. Let me... experiment on you, maybe, a little bit? Just a little bit. Just as much as you want. And..." Aposta giggled, and just her sweet laugh made Elka feel so happy, so needy... "I think you might want it a lot. Because you know I'll always keep you safe. Safe and sweet."

Safe and sweet. Without realizing it, Elka's lips repeated the motions.

"That's right!" Aposta cooed. "Safe and sweet. And that's all we want, isn't it?"

The fey wiggled her hips, but it was her expression of triumph at Elka's moan, her delighted squinted eyes that finally broke Elka's attempt at resolve.

"Yes," Elka mewled, squirming helplessly. "Yes, Mistress. S-Safe and sweet. Take care of me. Please, please take care of me!"

Aposta's breath was heavy as she set the lollipop against Elka's lips. They slowly parted, first kissing it, then sucking as Aposta slid it into Elka's mouth.

Sweetness flooded her mind, exquisite, addictive sweetness. She stared up at Aposta in suddenly rose-tinted vision.

"Well..." Aposta was biting her upper lip, even as she started to wriggle faster, and Elka's breaths started to come shallower, joined by little kittenish whimpers... "I shouldn't... but maybe, like, just for tonight... we'll get you all settled in..."

She leaned in close, lips descending, ready to cover Elka in the kisses that would melt Elka's mind into mush and turn her into the Thriae's happy, mushy, squishy, silly sweet kitty for the rest of the night.

Or, if Elka begged very nicely... maybe even the rest of her life.

Elka suckled happily and hummed, beaming up at the approaching eyes. She could only hope.

THE END?

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