My Little Human: Disjointed Memories

The note on the door said, "Come right in a be very quiet." Which would have been strange by itself but in addition there were little hearts scattered around the edges of the paper. Mentally shrugging I slowly opened the door and slipped in, closing it quietly behind me.

The living room of the small cottage was dark with only the moonlight spilling through a few windows. The small wooden houses were silent, the small creatures either asleep or out in the night. Peeking around for the owner of this creature filled abode I spotted the soft flicker of candle light coming from the top of the stairs. I grinned. Invited to come to a beautiful woman's house after the party for a "special birthday present" and finding that the only room in the house with a light on is her bedroom? Sounds like the start of a teenager's wet dream.

I reigned in my thoughts, it wouldn't do to enter a ladies room sporting a tent now would it. I removed my boots and hung my jacket on a nearby coat hook before carefully moving up the stairs. Perhaps she had an animal for me? One that was easy to take care of and perhaps liked to live quietly? That would be just like her, wanting to make something like that special. Perhaps a nice docile cat. That'd be nice. One that wouldn't try to eat Owlowicious. I smiled at the thought of a tiny furry white thing trying to maul the large owl and just being brushed aside. Or perhaps-

... Woah. Thoughts fled as I looked into Fleuretta's room. So much for not sporting a tent.

Kneeling in the centre of the butterfly patterned quilt was what would only be called a goddess. My gaze travailed slowly up from where she knelt. Her ankles were locked together with a pair of tight synthetic leather cuffs but her knees were forced apart by a long back bar with similar cuffs attached to the ends. Glorious thigh gave way to sheer black silk panties that tied at the hips like a bikini. Above them, miles of lightly curving stomach basked in the shadows of two titillating mounts of peach flesh held back by a tiny black strapless bra that allowed a small crescent of flushed dark pink areola to peek from beneath their silk confines.

Pink locks cascaded down over collar bone and the tops of her breasts in waves that could only hint at the pleasure that running a hand through them would give. Swollen, blood darkened red lips glistened with moisture as her small pink tongue darted out to lick them before they parted, ready to be kissed. Ready to be ravished. Eyes that were a beautiful as the blue sky on a perfect summer's day were hidden behind a blindfold that enhanced the beauty of her face regardless of hiding her soul.

Then my eyes travailed higher. Up beautifully toned arms and to a long silk rope that held her by the wrists. I felt a growl build in my throat. Not one of anger or greed, no, this was pure lust. Kneeling before me, offering herself to my whims, was this perfect goddess of love and lust.

"Master?" Her tiny voice inquired, as if she could feel my eyes running over her, caressing her, "Master, please." She arches her back, presenting herself to me as if for inspection. Then I hear it, a faint buzz, like a tiny bee, which is when I look to the small side table by the door. Perhaps anticipating, perhaps fearing, a riding crop of a whip I see instead a long red feather, like that of a phoenix, and a small pink remote with a slide switch and nothing else.

"Master," She said again, "Have I... Has your pet been a good girl?" Oh Goddess, that pleading tone, I almost creamed my pants right there.

Picking up the remote I debated whether or not to speak. No, better not to give her any warning. I slid the switch higher, it had barely been on. The pink maned woman jolted, arching her back further as she gasped with the more intense sensation.

I slowly circled as she regained her composure, "Master?" She asks again. I slowly come nearer the bed from behind her and lean in, careful not to touch her.

"Yes, pet?" I whisper in her ear and she nearly flinches away. Nearly.

"Have... Has your pet pleased you?" She asks. I allow the growl, more a purr now, to build in my throat and I barely recognise the rough, husky voice that comes out of my mouth.

"Yes pet, you've pleased me quite nicely. What should I give you as a reward, hmm?"

"Could I.... C-could you... Kiss me." I smile. All this and she wants a kiss. Well, there's something to be said for the long build up. I slowly climb onto the bed, careful not to touch her and come to kneel behind her.

"Just... A kiss?"

"Y-... Yes master." Her breath hitches as I push lightly on her elbows, getting her to bring her arms forward and lean her head back. I run my fingers over he blushing cheeks and trail them through her rose locks. She frowns lightly as my hands continue down onto her back and under her bra. "Master?" She asks as I begin undoing the tiny hooks.

"Shh, pet," I whisper as the final catch is loosed and the black cloth falls away, releasing her perfectly shaped breasts to bounce lightly. Tossing the cloth aside I gently take her head in my other hand and gently but firmly press her face in her shoulder. Exposing her neck I bring my lips close and breath lightly just beneath her ear, eliciting a shiver.

"Here pet?" I whisper, "Should I kiss you here?" She whimpers. "No." I move slowly down her back, turning the remote's switch up as I go. Now I bring my claws into play, lightly running them down her shoulder blade from her shoulder to just above the two small yellow wing tattoos near the centre of her back. "Or maybe here?" She stiffens as I breath on the marks, her breathing laboured.

I hovered for a second before lowering my lips to the tiny mark. Fleuretta moaned and bucked lightly as the dual sensations of the rotor and my mouth overrode her mind, shrouding it in a white haze that had her squirming, though whether to get away or push into the sensations I couldn't know.

I slowly extended my tongue to taste her supple flesh and shuddered my self as electricity coursed through my body. "M-more," She panted, "M-more Master."

I smiled against her skin before moving just a little farther down, dragging my tongue across the mark to just below the tip of the left one where I bit lightly.

"Ah!" Fleuretta stiffened, back arched and head thrown back as two great ethereal wings sprouted from the marks and stood, somehow giving off the impression of being both stiff and throbbing.

"Good girl." I whisper again as I back off the bed and circle back around to her front and take in her beauty once more as she shivers lightly with stiff wings held high and straight, mouth wide and expression tight.

"M-master. I-I'm close." My smile slides from awe filled to devious as I smoothly slide the switch down.

"Not yet pet." I say as she whimpers, "We've only just begun." I replace the remote on the night stand and pick up the feather. Laying underneath the feather was a tiny key, no doubt to the cuff she was wearing and something hands to have later.

"Now my pet, my dove, my beautiful little song bird..." I coo to her, starting to really get into the mindset, "Sing for me." And I apply the feather like a surgeon, trailing the soft tip from her belly button, up the centre of her chest to the hollow of he throat and down again.

Thighs, arms, face, and lips feel the soft caress of the feather as her body cools down and her stiff wings flap lightly, creating a tiny breeze in the room. I begin to attack more sensitive areas. The edges of her large areola, her inner thigh, and the shell of her ear all taste the exquisite sensation of feather on flesh.

Fleuretta's breathing eventually eases enough for her to get another word out. "Master..." She trails off, not knowing what to ask.

"Shh, pet." I lay a soothing finger across her lips, "Just let Master take care of everything." I return to the side table and retrieve the remote, sliding the switch slightly up. "Yes." I whisper to myself, "My pet."

I juggle my implements of torture and discard my shirt on my way back to the bed, a down right evil grin splitting my face from ear to ear. "Just. Leave. Everything... To me." And with that proclamation her slow torture begins. Light caresses with the feather, a claw, my lips trailed here and there across her body drew light moans and ragged whimpers as I slowly raised the speed of the rotor held close to her sex by the now sopping black panties.

Minutes dragged to hours as her body began standing at attention, begging for my every touch and stroke, and trembled lightly as her satisfaction approached but was never achieve as I lowered the switch and removed feather or lips or claws from flesh. Changing disappointed whimpers to gasps and moans with a light kiss on the throat or the flesh of her stomach.

The process was repeated once, twice, thrice as her lips grew from a dark pink to a blood red; as her nipples grew stiff as diamond and her breasts seemed to swell with nerves that screamed in pleasure that neared pain as clear nectar trailed tiny rivers down her inner thighs.

As her fourth orgasm built tears escaped from behind the black blindfold though her mouth stayed slightly open and ready for a kiss or a moan as a light claw trailed its way down a breast just to the side of the darkened nipple.

"M..." She licks her lips, "M-master, p-please." Her begging takes on a truly pleading tone, "I... Your pet's been a good girl hasn't she?"

"Yes," I reply as I slide the switch to its maximum position and drop it onto the floor, "Yes, she has." My right hand continued down her stomach toward her hips as my face draws level with hers. "My beautiful little pet deserves a reward, doesn't she?" I gently press my hand into the apex of her thighs, pressing the rotor deep into her swollen nether lips and against her clit.

"Ahh~" She sang and I pressed my lips to hers while my other hand tangled themselves into her sweat dampened locks. I swallowed her scream as she bucked against my hand and pressed her chest flush with mine, doing her best to mould her body into the planes of my own while she drenched my hand with an unending flood of sticky fluid.

For Fleuretta, the orgasm seemed to last a lifetime as she pressed her lips and breasts and vagina hard into Spike and, had she the ability to think, she might have regretted not being able to wrap her arms around him and bear him to the dampening quilt as she rode wave after wave of euphoric bliss until her body and her mind were spent and she slumped into his arms as much as she could with her wrists still bound above her.

Green fire flared as I summoned the tiny amount of magic needed to burn through the silken rope holding her up and her arms dropped lifelessly down onto my shoulders. "Can't feel my hands." She mumbles into my shoulder and I see that there are rings of red flesh on her wrists but after a quick examination there appears to be no permanent damage.

"Vibrator" She mumbles and tries to reach down toward the buzzing that was still filling the room and I quickly realise that it must be uncomfortable for her. Two quick tugs of the bows at her hips and the panties which were now more love juices than silk slaps wetly to the bedding in a lewd parody of flesh on flesh.

"Fleuretta," I breath into her ear, "Your going to need to fly for a minute while I fix everything up." I feel bad about doing it to the sleepy woman but I wasn't going to let her sleep with her knees splayed on a quilt covered in her own juices, kinky as that would have been. She mumbles something incoherent but her wings begin flapping stronger and soon her weight is lifted off me so that I scramble off the bed, pulling the quilt with me before she flops down onto her front and splays out is a very unladylike manner.

I smile as I drop the sodden linen on the ground and retrieve the small key I had noticed earlier. A quick look around reveals no cloths and I wasn't going to go looking for one so I scoop my shirt off the floor as I approach the bed and the half catatonic woman residing on it. A few clicks, wipes, and pats, dries her thighs and nether lips of love juice and removes the cuffs from her legs.

I drop my pants and boxers with the items on the floor and toe off my socks before crawling in beside the near sleeping woman. She turns slightly and cuddles into my side as I look down into her blindfold. Smiling I remove the small obstruction to gaze into her half lidded eyes.

"This was supposed to be your birthday present." She grumbles lightly and I kiss the top of her head.

"Nobody said that you had to give me my present the day of my birthday. I'll still be here in the morning." I point  out. She smiles and cuddles closer as we fall asleep under the gently waving rays of sun she calls wings, me and my goddess.