Wrong Side of the Bed - Ch. 06

"Don't worry, kitten. I will," Mistress whispered as she traced her finger outside Elva's slit. "Are you ready?"

Without hesitation, Elva whimpered and nodded her head.

As Mistress slid into Elva, she released a quivering gasp and tightly grasped Mistress' dress. 'Oh, Brigit... Mistress is... inside me.' Elva shook as Mistress' finger slid deeper in; a harsh moan forced the air from her chest as her legs curled up.

"Breathe, kitten. Let it come," Mistress whispered as she gently pulled back out. With Mistress' finger curled slightly, Elva's heart dropped as she passed a sensitive spot. "There it is," she gleefully added before returning her finger to the place.

'Mistress, please don't... don't stop,' her shivering graons and ragged breaths left Elva unable to speak her request.

"I won't, kitten," Mistress reassured Elva with a soft voice. "I want my kitten to cum for me. Can she do that?"

"Y-yes, M...Mistress," Elva managed to say; the pressure in her crotch was growing so strong Elva thought she would burst.

"Good girl," Mistress praised softly. "Now, you said you wanted to cum like me, but you're missing one thing, kitten," Mistress teased before she lifted Elva's chest, touching her lips to Elva's right breast and gently pulling on her peak.

Elva's back arched as she cried out; her hips began to rock into Mistress' hand beyond her control. 'Mistress, I...' Elva peeked her eyes open for a moment, only to see a blurred blend of Mistress' red tones. 'I'm going to... c-cum,' Elva managed to think before her eyes shut again as a shrill groan was forced from her lips.

As a series of whimpers and whines escaped Elva, her body began to thrash and convulse. Elva threw her trembling arms around Mistress' head with what little strength she had. 'Oh, Brigit, it's—she's...' Elva thought before her mind fell into a daze. The pleasures that Mistress gave her seemed to blend, and all she felt after several moments was the burning pressure coursing through her and the heat of Mistress against her.

Her mind floated seemingly for an eternity; in time, her ragged moans and the shivering of her arms abated. Soon, Elva willed her eyes open and raised her head to find Mistress looking at her with tender eyes and a warm smile.

"Welcome back, kitten," Mistress whispered; her lips were so close Elva could smell the sweet taste in her breath.

"Mis-tress," Elva murmured back before realizing her arms were still wrapped around Mistress. Too tired to lower them, Elva wearily closed her eyes and laid her head on Mistress' chest. "Th-thank you," she whispered as she rubbed her cheek against the soft fabric of her dress.

After giggling elatedly, Mistress replied, "You're quite welcome, kitten." Elva blushed as she felt Mistress begin gently stroking her hair. "You were a very good girl, and I'm very proud of you, kitten. You need to rest now."

"I," Elva weakly replied without opening her eyes, "I don't want to sleep... just yet."

There was a short pause before Mistress sighed and gave her reply. "If you're not ready to sleep yet, then at least rest in my arms, kitten," she insisted as she settled Elva into her chest, "and let me sing some poetry to you."

"Poe-try?" Elva cracked her eyes open and looked up at Mistress quizzically. "What's that?"

"It's a way to express oneself," Mistress explained as she continued to stroke Elva's hair. "Words are tied in rhythm and rhyme to help convey one's emotions."

"Oh," Elva looked down for a moment to ponder the few books in Móra's cottage apart from the grimoire. "I don't think I've read any."

"You've read more than you realize, kitten," Mistress replied, causing Elva to look back up curiously. "Your grandmother's grimoire is filled with poetry, though it is all written in Wiccacant. Every rite for every spell is written in rhyme and rhythm to weave the magic."

"Oh, I...I didn't know." Elva looked back down sullenly. "I never knew what the words meant, only how to say... some of them."

"Perhaps I can teach you sometime, kitten." Elva perked her head up at the suggestion. "I'm fully versed in Wiccacant, and I can even perform some witchcraft myself."

"That...that would be nice," Elva replied as she settled her head back down.

"But that's a different sort of poetry, kitten. I was going to sing some lyrics of The Poetess."

"The... Poetess?" Elva asked. "Who is that?"

"A renowned poet who lived centuries ago. They were one of the greatest, if you were to ask for my opinion, but... most of their works are lost and forgotten in the living world," Mistress added as her voice almost turned sullen.

"I had read every one of their poems when they were alive, more times than I could count. Then, when they died... they were sent here, and I met them. They... changed my life. How I miss their company," As Mistress' trailed off, she slowed her caresses of Elva's hair.

Noting the pause, Elva couldn't help but blush as she pondered what Mistress meant. "Were you... their... Mis—"

"No, kitten, I wasn't their Mistress," she softly interrupted Elva's question. "We were dear friends, though, and... when their time here ended, it broke my heart to see them leave. But, I was young and in love."

"You," Elva couldn't help but lift her head and ask, "were in love?"

"Is that really so surprising, kitten?" Mistress asked with an amused chuckle as she resumed stroking Elva's locks. "Even demons can fall in love, but even if that weren't true, I'm not a pure-blood demon."

Elva blinked twice before asking, "You're not?"

"I'm a quarter human on my mother's side," Mistress explained. "Her mother was human and a powerful witch as well. But she lived many millennia ago, and hardly anyone remembers her name anymore."

As Elva listened to Mistress' explanation, she rested her head against Mistress' body. 'There's so much I don't know about her...' Elva reflected as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "Have... you been in love... more than once, Mistress?" She shyly asked.

Mistress paused for a moment before answering. "Just once more, kitten," she finally said sullenly.

'Why...' Elva looked back up once more to see Mistress' smile was gone, 'do you look... sad?'

"Trade secrets, kitten," Mistress replied bluntly. "I believe I was going to recite some poetry." Without answering Elva's question, Mistress began to sing in some strange tongue that Elva didn't recognize. The sound of Mistress' voice felt soothing to Elva nonetheless, and she soon forgot about her question as the tranquil flow of words lulled Elva's eyes closed. Only a moment later, Elva's body relaxed as her mind fell into a slumber.