STARLIGHT AND LACE, ch.8 - Claim

Author's Notes: With world-building and smut having taken the forefront so far, this story starts to move towards the (apparently, rushed) emotional zenith of the actual story. There's one chapter after this one, so hold on tight, folks, we're almost at the end!

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[story] [F/F] [D/s] [vaginal] [fingering] [light M/F]

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Training had to lead up to something, though, didn’t it? Sina couldn’t tell if she’d been putting it off or looking forward to it, to be completely honest. A big part of her did want to get her “education” over with, if only to shed the responsibility of the decidedly... uncomfortable, intimacy with another woman. No matter how much she tried to enforce in her mind that nothing she did with Issalana was for her own pleasure, it was nonetheless awkward and distasteful that she’d been brought so low. If it got her into the good graces of Tharis, however, it would be worth it, no matter how much of a longshot it was.

This was the day where it would all come to fruition, sink or swim. Where Sina’s life would either rise to a new echelon of decency or crumble permanently.

Exhaling slowly to ease the tremors in her chest and stomach, Sina reached down to her toes, carefully rolling up her stockings over her foot, then along her calf, rolling it upward until the white lace trimming encircled her slim thigh. She tried to focus on it, tried not to think about what she was going to go and do as she mimicked her actions with her other stocking, carefully clothing her nude form in the clothes Issalana had picked out for her, presenting the lacey white outfit without asking Sina’s opinion one way or the other, nor waiting for any kind of rebuttal. She had a strange control over Sina that the basileia was trying her best not to openly acknowledge or dwell on -- but nonetheless, when Issa made a statement, Sina found herself following without hesitation after such a long time in “training” with her supposed servant.

Her stockings on, Sina slipped into her matching white lace panties, then fastened her tiny brassiere into place, the cups so small as to not even be cups at all -- Issa, at least so she claimed, had needed to shop for a young girl’s training top in order to find something that genuinely fit Sina’s tiny frame and negligible bustline, but at least it did actually fit.

Licking her lips nervously and turning to look into the mirror, Sina pulled her hair back into a little ponytail and let out another deep, nervous sigh. She looked cute, she thought. Maybe even sexy, in her own way. Whether it would be enough to seduce a man who had shown absolutely no interest in her was another matter entirely, however.

Sliding the wardrobe from the wall, Sina took the overcoat that had been picked out for her, short for a human but long enough to cover Sina to her ankles, made from dark fabric that clashed with the Vay girl’s milk-white skin. This was it. Sink or swim.

“Best of luck, lady of mine,” she heard Issalana’s soft call from the back of her room, the Estyan having watched every move in silent appreciation as Sina had gotten dressed for her little rendezvous. It was night now, and certain that Tharis would be in his quarters. It wouldn’t be any effort at all for Sina to get inside -- was was the basileia, after all, no guard would deny her entry to her own husband’s room.

Nodding at Issa, she slid her slippers on and made her way out of her own quarters, out into the rest of the nearly labyrinthine Castle Drathwyn. The cool air of the primarily stone structure chilled her slightly, her nipples stiffening against the thin fabric of her brassiere as she began to make her way toward the spiral staircase that would take her to Tharis’s room, a place she hadn’t been since her wedding night. It had to have been a month now, at least, not that Sina kept that good of track of time.

As she’d expected, she didn’t have any trouble getting past the guards and into her husband’s chambers. Inside, she found Tharis exactly the way she wanted him -- in the midst of freshening and disrobing himself, his golden hair slightly disheveled and dressed only in his smallclothes, carefully examining his eyebrows in the full-length mirror at the end of his room. It was similar to the one Sina had, but obviously a bit nicer; as polite as Tharis always seemed, the style in which he kept his basileia was not entirely one befitting her station. That would change, however, when Sina finally joined his bed.

A turn of his head was followed by a confused blink when Tharis realized his arranged wife had entered his room, and backpedaled a few steps to awkwardly cover his mostly-exposed body. “My lady, I... didn’t expect you at such a late hour,” he said cautiously, looking somewhat threatened, cornered by his technical obligation to share his life with his wife.

“I know,” Sina said softly, swallowing hard. She hadn’t been this nervous since the last time she’d been in this room. She’d thrown herself at Tharis last time and gotten turned down, but this time she wasn’t planning for that to happen. She was relying on Issalana’s advice and “help,” no matter how strange it sounded -- it was the best she had. Slowly, the Vay girl unfastened the front loops of her overcoat and let it slide down over her shoulders, exposing her lean, lingerie-clad figure. The lacey white of her undergarments almost looked dark in comparison to the creamy coloration of her skin, making Sina into the illusion of a bastion of radiant purity, something she may have once been before her extensive training sessions with her maid.

“Si-- my lady, I...” Tharis attempted, backpedaling a little more before stumbling over the deep red rug in front of his bed and falling backwards onto the edge of it. “I’m not sure that we....”

“I am,” Sina whispered, seizing her opportunity to quickly straddle her husband’s lap, mounting him fully and placing a soft kiss on his lips, feeling him recoil. Discouraging, but expected. She’d need to really convince him if she was going to win him over, and she wasn’t going to do that with kisses or by showing off her chest, like she did last time. “I’m ready for you now, my husband. I understand,” she whispered softly, kissing the corner of his mouth as he tried to push backwards onto the bed. Following him, she tugged lightly at the front of his smallclothes, shifting them down around his hips enough that his (actually rather sizeable) manhood was finally revealed to her, twitching awkwardly from being exposed but not erect in the slightest. She could change that. She had to.

“No, you don’t, I...” Tharis squirmed, swallowing a lump in his throat as Sina shifted her lower body against his exposed shaft. Shifting her weight forward, she let out a slow, ragged breath she sat down lightly on the limp, turgid length, grinding her backside against it and forcing Tharis to release a sound that was not quite so much a moan as a groan of anguish.

“I-it’s okay, just relax,” she tried to reassure him, starting to get more discouraged now as the feelings of rejection flooded back to her -- Tharis truly didn’t want anything to do with her. But he didn’t know yet, he didn’t know what she was offering him. She had to make that clear. “I’m going to... I mean, I can give you what a boy can give you, see? I’m willing to, I-I’ll do it.” She slid the bottoms of her panties aside, keeping her virginal womanhood hidden by the front patch of cloth as she pushed herself more insistently against Tharis’s shaft, trying to press the tip of it against, and into, her well-trained back entrance, trying to force it inside... and after a moment of hushed protests from Tharis....

...Finding it completely impossible.

“It doesn’t work like that,” Tharis finally whispered, looking up at her with pleading blue eyes as she quite literally attempted to force herself on him. He began to understand more, what Sina was doing, and more firmly placed his hands on her hips, pushing her off of him and scurrying back to the headboard of his bed, pulling his smallclothes back into place. “It’s not about how I make love, it’s about who I do it with,” he said, closing his eyes for a long moment as he finally made his confession to the first person he hadn’t also lain with -- “I’m not attracted to you, my lady. As I... suspect you already know, I’m attracted to men. Nothing you can... do... can change that.”

A wave of lightheadedness swept over Sina as she stumbled back a little, backing off of the bed. Everything she’d done had been for nothing. All of her fears had been real, now actualized as her plan came crashing down around her. “I’m... I-I’m sorry...” she whispered, swallowing hard as she moved back towards the door, forgetting her overcoat on the floor of Tharis’s chamber. “I just... I thought....”

“My lady, wait!” the basileus called out as Sina opened the door and ran -- didn’t walk, but ran -- from the room, nearly naked as she made her way as far away from Tharis as she possibly could. Making her way from her quarters back to the only place she could consider in any way safe... even if she knew who would still be waiting there for her.

She clutched her arms around her, covering as much of her waifish form as she could as she skittered on tiny bare feet through the cold halls of Castle Drathwyn, down the steps and past the guards again, tears beginning to wet her eyes as they tried to stop her, tried to understand what in the world could have just happened in the less-than-five-minutes since she’d gone past them the first time. Ignoring them was impossible, but it didn’t stop Sina from trying as she sprinted towards her own quarters, refusing to meet the gaze of various servants and visitors before finally running in slamming the door shut behind her, as safe as she could be in her own semi-private quarters....

Semi-private, of course, because Issalana Southwinds remained inside of the room, busying herself with something or other, one of the all-important tasks that seemed to keep Issa constantly in her room, always stitching something, arranging another thing, or even making tea, which appeared to be what she was doing now. She turned her head to face the scantily-clad Sina, however, when the basileia entered her quarters, feigning a sad smile to sympathize with the petite Vay. “I take it things did not... go as planned, my lady?”

“Of course they didn’t!” Sina cried out, sniffing hard and awkwardly covering her face with her hands to hide the tears that were now leaking down her face. She was doomed to a long Vay lifetime now in a world where she could have neither connection with her own people, nor integration with her new ones. She’d be an outsider, a foreigner, forever, and that realization made a cold pit of anguish form in her stomach. “Your plan was ridiculous, it was never going to work!”

“It may have worked,” Issa replied off-handedly, pouring two cups of tea and beginning to sweeten one of them to Sina’s taste. She didn’t seem to care in the slightest about Sina’s plight, almost as if she’d never expected the month of training to work in the first place... or worse, didn’t even want it to. “Perhaps you didn’t take your training seriously enough.”

“The training didn’t mean anything! It was never going to help me! It was all just for your... your perversion! It was never...!” she charged to the edge of the bed now, flinging her tiny body at Issalana. “...Going...!” half-tackling, half-straddling, Sina began to pummel her little hands at Issa’s much larger body in harmless strikes, the first true expression of rage and frustration that she’d allowed herself since her arrival on Crannith. “To work--glllkkk...!”

Sina’s eyes widened, her body going stiff as her servant paralyzed any further attempt at attacking with a swift grasp at the Vay girl’s throat, squeezing just hard enough to make Sina’s entire body seize and shudder, her limbs going stiff as she attempted to struggle against the firm grip. “Be as displeased as you like, Sina,” Issalana whispered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the basileia’s gasping lips before starting to loosen her grip. “But I do not give you leave to lay your hands upon me. Perhaps it’s time that someone taught you some manners, as you clearly were not given such education in Endwood.” Another little kiss, then another, making Sina squirm weakly in the Estyan’s lap as their lips locked in a long, deep embrace -- though not particularly one that Sina was attempting to return.

“Mmmphh--” Sina tried to gasp out, drawing her face into a whimpering frown as she tried to pull away from the embrace. “Wh-what are you... doing...?!” She was shifted and rearranged, the much larger Estyan woman easily able to lift and move Sina, draping her across her lap as if swaddling a child, leaning down to kiss her lips more firmly once more before answering.

“You accuse me of perversion,” Issa purred, nibbling lightly at Sina’s lower lip and sliding her hand beneath the front of the Vay girl’s bra, gently cupping and massaging one tiny breast in slow circles. “After everything I’ve done to help you, you come to me with ungratefulness.” Pinching one little nipple made Sina squirm and cry out against the bigger woman’s hot lips, and Issalana’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re more right than you think, lady of mine.”

Gently raking her fingernails down along the smooth, milky skin of Sina’s chest, the maid yanked down sharply to break away the fastening of the lace undergarment, sending it toppling away and fully exposing the Vay girl’s smooth, flat chest. It wasn’t the first time Issa had seen it, not even the first time she’d openly admired it, but at long last she had the opportunity to own it, to lean down and smother gentle kisses along that soft skin, making Issa wiggle and push back as hard as she could. It was no use, like the struggles of a child against Issa’s firm hold. “Such sweet skin, my lady. It’s such a shame that your lord did not wish to appreciate you for all you’re worth.”

“G-get off me!” Sina tried to squeal out, gritting her teeth in a desperate attempt to ignore the humming feeling of pleasure in her body. It was harder than ever, now -- even with the rough treatment, her time in training had taught her to be comfortable with Issa, in a strange way. Any barriers she had erected to resist the woman’s firm touch had toppled long ago, and the growing dampness in the front of Sina’s panties quickly betrayed that fact to Issalana herself.

“Is that truly what you want, little Sina?” Issalana cooed, a little grin crossing her dusky, oval features as she locked her lips around one white nipple, suckling and licking firmly at it as her other hand slid slowly down the front of Sina’s panties. It hadn’t taken her more than a few seconds to notice the dampness from Issa’s embrace and fondling, and as far as she could tell, her little plan was working to perfection -- Sina was putty in her hands, her body not able to resist the little sparks of pleasure her maid was able to give it. Even moreso, distributing a little bit of direct pleasure was enough to make the basileia melt completely, the poor pale girl curling up tight into Issa’s lap as the maid worked her fingertips in slow, long strokes along Sina’s girlhood.

“Y-you have to stop...” Sina whispered weakly, though she found her arms moving of their own accord to wrap around Issa’s waist, clinging lightly to her and grinding her thighs together as the maid teased her, lightly at first, her strokes staying slow but getting a little more firm as Sina adapted to this. “Please, I don’t... w-want you to... to....”

“Don’t try to lie to me, lady of mine,” Issa purred back, slipping one finger shallowly into Sina’s warm slit and making the smaller girl shudder and moan. “I can tell what your body wants. You need affection, and if Lord Endon won’t take you for his own...” her voice dropped an octave as she slowly slid another finger inside, not too deep nor too invasive, deciding to keep the Vay socialite’s maidenhood intact for now, keep her “pure.” Her thumb hooked around, pressing very lightly against Sina’s sensitive pearl and caressing it in easy circles, making Sina spasm. “...Then you’ll be mine.”

Mine? Sina’s mind raced alongside the pounding of her heart, little twitches and spasms shaking through her that she couldn’t hold back, and... wasn’t sure she wanted to hold back. Despite her attempts to reach a sort of conclusion as to the meaning of Issa’s actions, the reason behind this entire charade that she’d gone through, she found her mind fogging into the haze of pure sensation, distracted completely as every iota of her attention was absorbed by those rubbing, exploring fingers, the warmth of Issa’s body against her own, cradling her, shielding her. Mine. A strange comfort in the word. After all, Sina had been looking for someone to take care of her, someone to latch on to, so why not....

No! This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what she wanted, it wasn’t her choice. Spasming hard again, Sina pushed backward in one last desperate attempt to free herself, failing once more against the firm grip of her maid. “Still you resist me, little Sina? When I can offer you so much?” that soft, lilting accent, pleasantly exotic and now so torturously familiar, and Issa’s fingers pressed down around one small nipple once more, half pinching, half massaging, making Sina whimper out. “What do you seek that I cannot give? Already I am your servant, my lady... be mine, and then the two of us can finally be free of this place.”

Her fingers had eased a little deeper now, sliding in and out rapidly but not too deeply, preserving Sina’s decency even as she drove the poor girl closer and closer to an unwilling climax, molesting her from every angle and even gradually hooking her middle finger downward, pressing it firmly against Sina’s quivering back entrance and pincer-striking her two snug holes. After all, it would be poor form after so much training to let Sina reach orgasm without her back entrance invaded, and considering how close she was coming to doing so, Issalana took no small amount of pleasure out of enforcing the rules she’d put in place.

“Release, little Sina. Give in to me,” Issa whispered, leaning down to steal another kiss from Sina’s quivering lips, this one deeper and harder, her tongue invading the Vay girl’s mouth to swirl and dance around its opposite, making the smaller woman gasp out for breath as she was groped and rubbed and penetrated, her entire body seizing and shaking. “Let go, and let me take you.”

She resisted, the way she always did, but just as always, it wouldn’t end up being enough. Maybe Issalana was right. Maybe it would be better this way, easier. Maybe this was what she needed, maybe this was what she wanted. It was difficult to tell through all the emotion and all the conditioning, exactly what she herself wanted and felt. Whether she was being manipulated or simply being... enlightened.

Sina let out a scream, both her snug entrances tightening and convulsing around Issa’s fingers, her back arching, a primal wail of bliss and release that couldn’t be heard through the thick stone walls of her private quarters. She hadn’t been able to resist, and it dawned on her just then... that she’d never be able to resist. Whether she accepted it or not, whether she admitted it or not, she belonged to Issalana Southwinds, and would continue to do so for as long as Issa desired.