Chrysalis’ steps through her walk-in closet were slow, an easy pace guiding the changeling as she perused through her selection of dresses to wear for the gala. The week had passed with little fuss for her, Moondancer handling much of the legal work in formally charging the ousted board members with corruption and attempted fraud on multiple accounts, as well as conspiracy to commit fraud. Each would be facing jail time, with how much damning evidence was stacked against them. With Moore’s additional testimony, they would each pay for trying to subvert her position for their greed.

With that behind her, the changeling found it easier to focus more on the fun for the evening ahead, which was why she was still standing in the closet in naught all but a sea green pair of panties and matching bra. The hue of the undergarments went well with her unbound hair, which fell to just above her rear, loose and swaying with her motions as she would nod or scrutinize a dress. She wasn’t sure why, but finding the right dress this time around was proving to be a bit tedious.

“Honestly, I should go out and find some new pieces for my wardrobe. Things have been so busy lately. This dress is from last year!” she told herself, pulling out a black ensemble that she recalled fitting a little too tight at the waist for her liking. She moved along, walking further down the line. “Moore will probably be wearing black anyway. So it’ll be up to me to be the real show.”

Thinking on her plus one made the changeling recall Moore’s remarks after they shut down the rebelling board members; it was a fair admission, after giving it some thought, that she could consider Moore a friend more than just a co-worker by this point. He had given a great deal of effort to her company, and to her by association. Much of the success that they now relished in, like the announced restructuring of Canterlot’s damaged districts, had been met with a great deal of public acclaim and recognition. His management of her other interests while she had overseen that deal saved her a great amount of stress and labor.

On top of that, Moore had taken up the task of offering more rewards for the staff. Though not as extensive or encompassing as the Room Escape day, he had improved workplace morale overall. She was now hearing far less complaints concerning workplace satisfaction, as he had made additional changes to give more flexibility for the grunts. With precise measurements of their working hours, he had coordinated a more fitting schedule that gave most of them a day or two to themselves, making for more capable, functional workers.

Allowing a smile to grace her features, Chrysalis came to a pause in front of a particular red dress, pondering the color while thinking about the theme of the gala. In particular, this year’s celebration slash fundraising was dedicated to medical research, making the color red a more welcome color to wear instead of black. “Maybe you’ll do?” she remarked as she pulled it out and held it up against herself. Looking to the mirror at the end of the closet, Chrysalis inspected how the dress would hold up against her curves, and grinned.

“Fashionable, sexy, and just the right amount of leg. Perfect,” she told herself before setting the dress on the nearby rack, letting it hang there before walking away. “Now where did I put those feathers…”

The venue of choice for the Equestrian Medical Association’s fundraising gala, the Stargazer Hall, was a reputed gathering place for many social events. Many of Canterlot’s socialites used the venue as a place to hold formal parties, celebrations, or events such as the fundraiser taking place tonight. Since Canterlot Castle itself was often reserved only for events involving the Royal Diarchy, Stargazer Hall saw a great deal of use by many citizens of the capital city. Floodlights were placed at either side of the entrance, beaming across the sky above to beckon any onlooker to observe the building and its many arrivals.

On either side of the sidewalk leading up to the building’s entrance, cordoned off by red ropes, members of the press swarmed about in an attempt to get a quote or picture of the many arriving participants and donors for the EMA. There was a great deal of clamor from all around, reporters calling out the names of walking stars, social figures, any who were invited into the establishment. Chrysalis could see them from her limousine’s window as they awaited their turn to arrive and step out.

“Always a flock of nosy press members looking for their next scoop. Almost makes you want to just teleport in, doesn’t it?” Chrysalis remarked aloud to Moore opposite her. The inside of the long vehicle was rather lavish in its presentation, with plush black seating and a carpeted floor that ran the length of the car up to the front where the driver sat. The windows were tinted to allow some degree of privacy within the vehicle, which was helpful to lessen the bright flashes of the photographers’ cameras waiting outside. Chrysalis herself was seated on one side of the limo, her back facing the building. Opposite her, Moore was seated with his legs crossed, arms folded as he looked to her.

“It wouldn’t surprise me too much if you did. Although, I think you mentioned once you’re not too keen on teleporting?” he replied. To Chrysalis, Moore had cleaned up rather well for the event. To the casual onlooker, he was just another well-dressed man who fit right in with the rest of the crowd. But the changeling was practiced in detecting the small efforts of show one puts into their appearance. Moore’s hair was combed, styled to give it a more sleek, professional look so the black locks would give a glossy shine in the light. His suit fit him snug, tight enough to stick to his frame but not too much that he looked to have squeezed inside of it. A small red flower was positioned on his chest over the pocket of his coat, the color matching with her own dress. A darker, almost shadowed red vest peeked out from beneath his black jacket as well, further aligning with her own outfit.

“It never does well for getups like these. I’ve seen too many trophy wives do the trick only wanting to relish the exposure from the wind ruffling their dresses. There’s better ways to get attention than cheap tricks,” Chrysalis said. “I have to admit, Moore, you dressed better than I thought you would. You’ll fit right in here.”

“Thank you. I think.” Moore nodded at her. “I’m sure we both know who the cameras will really be on though.”

“Finally, I get a compliment out of you,” Chrysalis replied, making Moore scoff. “But yes, I’m sure they’ll be quite enthralled.” Any further comments were delayed as their limo pulled up to be the next to let them out. The flashing of camera lights slowed in their rate of fire as they awaited to see who would emerge next. Taking his cue, Moore exited on his side, coming around the rear of the vehicle while the limo driver came from the driver’s side and around to Chrysalis’ door. Smiling to herself, Chrysalis checked herself in her pocket mirror one last time before moving when the door opened.

When the changeling emerged and stood fully revealed to the crowd awaiting her, the cameras’ flashing lights returned with a renewed intensity that would be blinding to anyone unprepared. The CEO’s dress was a work of art placed on her figure, as well as the extra work she’d done for the full showing appearance of her beauty. Her hair had been styled to flow down to the middle of her back. From there, it wove itself into long, vast curls of green, making an elegant swirling pattern that reached down to her lower back. A trio of brown feathers, a tribute to the classic style of dress she was emulating, were perched via a clip on the right side of her head, adding a little extra flourish to her face. Her dark eyeshadow and matching dark, almost blue-green lipstick only brought more inviting looks to her face.

However, she knew the real killer was how the dress clung to her figure. The tops of her shoulders and chest were uncovered, a deep plunging neckline giving a peek of her impressive cleavage. Her large chest was kept covered by the red cups of the dress, giving emphasis to the swell of her bosom and showing they were 100% natural to the world. From there, the waist clung to her stomach and wide hips, flaunting her impressive size with little restraint. Her rear was covered, if only just so, as the length of the dress came down to above her knees, making it meld to the swell of each cheek. On her left side, the dress was cut to reveal the expanse of her long, powerful leg, bare and white as it trailed down to the heels she wore.

Endless calls of her name amongst the flashing lights only made Chrysalis smile more, and she gave a candid smile and wave to either side before letting Moore take her arm to escort her into the building. “I imagine you were right, Moore. But to be fair, you are beside me in those photos. So it looks like we both win either way,” Chrysalis commented as they walked.

“Maybe so, but I’m pretty sure the fashion focus will be on Onyx Enterprises’ CEO and how daringly provocative her dress is,” Moore replied, making her smirk.

“Provocative? My, and here I thought you were above ogling me, Moore. Maybe I had the wrong impression?” Chrysalis’ tease made Moore huff, causing her to chuckle at his expense. She did note, however, that he didn’t deny the statement, something she tucked away for later in her mind. The pair entered through the front doorways and into the main lobby, where the rest of the attending guests were mingling. Stargazer Hall had an impressive wide lobby on its regular days, something that was made useful through all the tables placed throughout the floor.

If anything, the liveliness of the attending guests was louder than when Stargazer Hall served other events, something that Chrysalis chalked up to the likelihood that every person was talking themselves up as they went around and made first impressions, or intended to uphold their reputed image. It was humorous to her: she didn’t need to boast to speak of how well she was doing, how powerful her company was. They already knew. It would take only one look at the changeling to tell that she was no pushover in the sea of businessmen and women attending the gala.

“Do we have some assigned seating, or are we just waiting to get called on?” Moore questioned from beside her. He had let go of her arm once they were inside, yet remained close to her.

“This is hardly a school event from our youth, Moore. We go where we please,” she told him. “We’re not here to make speeches, or to try and impress and get more clients. We’ve come here to be a presence to be respected. You and I represent the cream of the crop now; don’t be surprised if you run into many a friendly handshake and bright smile. It’s your favor they’ll be seeking.”

“What, and you’re just here to look pretty? Fluff your feathers like a peacock?” Moore replied.

“They know better than to think they can allure me,” Chrysalis answered, grinning. “Just relax, Moore. Try to have a little fun, why don’t you? You might even get to dance later.”

Moore snorted and shook his head, making Chrysalis only smile moreso before returning her attention to the passing tables and attendees. Up ahead, however, she spotted a pair of familiar faces, and straightened her stance as she walked over to their table.

“Cadance! Shining!” she called to the married pair, making both turn from each other to see her approach with Moore in tow. They both seemed unprepared for her: Shining’s eyes were wide with surprise, while Cadance looked disarmed for a moment before schooling her features into a practiced polite smile.

“Chrysalis; I didn’t think you’d make an appearance this year,” Cadance said as she stood to greet her. The rose-haired woman was wearing an elegant number that brought out her beauty in a more refined manner than Chrysalis’ dress did for herself. Her hair was woven into a tight braid that fell down her shoulders and back, revealing her neck and fair skin color. The dress was a bright mixture of blues and whites that were made more luminous by their brightly lit surroundings. It hugged her curves, presenting her feminine physique well, but with less of the sexual allure that Chrysalis was wielding. The two were a contrast in presentation, but stood out no less.

“I never miss a chance to show off, Cadie,” Chrysalis replied, making the elegant woman shake her head. Crystal earrings gleamed in the light as she moved, Cadance pausing to look at Moore beside her. At the woman’s curious expression, Chrysalis smiled and held a hand up to gesture at Moore.

“This is Tony Moore. He’s my number one consultant, and a rather helpful one at that. You may remember him as the previous owner of Frostfire Industries until our acquisition of his company.” At her introduction, Moore gave a bow of his head and extended his hand. Cadance took hold of it and shook it, smiling.

“Yes, I remember now. This is the gentleman who's been running point for you for the past few months,” Cadance remarked. “Mr. Moore, you’ve made a name for yourself you know. Chrysalis may be the face of Onyx Enterprises, but you would be its arm.”

“You’re too kind, ma’am,” he replied. “I just work hard and do my best with what I’m given.”

“So you’re the hard worker and Chryssi’s the slacker then?” Cadance’s joke made Moore pause, not sure how to answer. Chrysalis smirked to herself and patted Moore on the shoulder.

“I lead by example, Cadie. Just ask Shining there; he can tell you I know how to work hard and play hard,” she said. Internally, the changeling laughed at the twitch that quirked Cadance’s eyebrow, while Shining just rolled his eyes behind her. Getting up, the white-suited spouse joined at his wife’s side.

“She’s a good businesswoman, Cadance. She commanded a whole room of investors with nothing but her own words and the facts before us. Even managed to be impressive, in all fairness,” Shining’s comment only made Cadance pout at him, causing him to lift a hand in defense. “Not to say you don’t either!”

Chrysalis gave a soft chuckle at the display. Getting under Cadance’s skin was always an amusing pastime, no matter when or where it was. “Relax, Cadie. No need to be jealous; none of us would be here if we hadn’t earned it, one way or another.”

“At least I keep my…’talents’, under wraps,” Cadance said. “Instead of showing them off at every chance.”

Chrysalis’ grin widened. “It’s good to show what you’re made of. Especially to interested parties.” She let the vague statement hover for a moment before turning to Moore. “Come along, Moore. I’ve other people to visit and mingle with. We’ll see you two around later. Cadance. Shining.” Chrysalis gave a wink to Shining, and walked away with Moore in tow as she listened to the faint whisper of Shining to his wife, who no doubt sought to placate the elegant woman’s irritation.

Once they were a few steps away, Chrysalis looked at Moore, who was watching her with a questioning stare. “What? We’re friends. Really.”

“That wasn’t some sort of coded backdoor talk of you and them being swingers, was it?”

Chrysalis barked out a laugh, holding her hand up to her lips to somewhat stifle the sound before answering Moore.

“Gods in heaven, no. Not with those two,” she answered. “We’re all old schoolmates from college. All friends. Competitive, but friends no less.” Moore looked to be unsatisfied with her explanation, prompting her to elaborate. “Alright, and perhaps I had a fling with her husband before those two got together. He was cute. A little dorky, but cute.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But, he wasn’t what I really wanted. Too headstrong. Too stubborn. Always wanting to stay by the books instead of taking risks,” Chrysalis continued. “So when Cadance showed interest in him, I made it a point to get her to act and get his attention by trying to outdo me. It made her think she won in the end, but really, I could’ve won easily if I wanted. Now those two are happily married, even have a kid.”

“Well, good for them then. Still, I thought we were here to make good impressions. Not rile people up,” Moore replied.

“Oh, they go hand in hand, Moore. It takes more than polite words and a firm handshake these days. Some people, you have to step on to get the right favors. Others, you have to slip by and let them fall into their own traps while you have the cunning to cut your own course. It’s all one big complicated game.” The two paused at a long table, lined with wine glasses of prepared champagne. Plucking one for herself, Chrysalis sipped from it and sighed.

“So where does that put me then? Was I one you had to step on, or was I trapped before I knew it?” Moore quipped.

“You? You’re...unique, Moore. Let’s go with unique,” she replied. “It’s that uniqueness that makes you stand out. You take risks, but you don’t fly off the handle. You think ahead, calculate, and stay sharp even when the numbers say you don’t need to. Good traits to have at this level of business. If you weren’t qualified, you’d never have gotten through my front doors.”

“Well, I might’ve been the head of Frostfire, but I worked so well only because I had others to help. That goes for working with you too.” His comment drew her attention away from her drink onto him, and he continued when he saw she was listening. “You might be a hard case sometimes. Always pushing, working with a steel grip on the company. Plowing forward past any obstacle that tries to stop you.”

“Stop Moore, you’ll make me blush,” she quipped, but he persisted.

“And yet, I can’t help but respect it. The older me would’ve looked at you and just considered you to be some sort of fortunate blowhard. But...you’re not.” The sincerity in his tone caught Chrysalis’ attention, and she continued listening. “In your own way, you have a deep regard for the company, for what you’ve worked to build. A lot of people might see you as just guarding your throne, but you protect what’s yours. And as a whole, for the country itself, you’ve become a powerhouse of success that the rest can thrive from. The plans to rebuild the damaged sector of Canterlot, for instance. There was an inclusion in the fine print that there should be accommodations made for those displaced by the original damage. Housing the homeless, as it were.”

Chrysalis kept quiet, only sipping from her champagne glass. When she finished drinking, she spoke again. “The plans were a good source of PR. Drum up a lot more support for business when you have the soft-hearted people backing you with vocal and moral support.”

“What I’m saying is...I underestimated you, Chrysalis. You have the backbone, the mind, and the heart to run a business to its best ability. And it’s really showing now, here. Everyone’s noticing you, I’ve seen it. Some would chalk it up to the dress, to be fair, but that’s beside the point. You’ve made your mark, is my point. I guess you made it on me too.”

“Thank you, Moore,” she said, granting him a soft smile as she spoke. “To be fair, you’ve been very helpful to me, in my goals. You’ve done a lot for me. Of course, there’s always more you can do,” she remarked, delighting in Moore’s confusion at the statement, “but that's for another time. Let’s move along: I’ve hardly had my victory lap yet, and not nearly enough alcohol.”

“Ah. So that's the real reason why I’m here. To be your keeper,” he said, making Chrysalis smirk.

“Tell yourself that if you want, if you believe it. But I’m not kept; you’re just along for the ride. Maybe if you keep up, there’ll be something for yourself at the end,” she offered, turning away to walk towards the stairwell to find some of the other business associates she knew. Chrysalis knew Moore would follow, but privately delighted in his confusion on her statements. He didn’t know it, but he was leading himself further and further into her web, and she had a hand right on his leash.

“Here we are. Home sweet home,” Chrysalis said as she opened the door to her private apartment. It was an hour later, the evening alight with the moon high above the skyline, casting its glow from the star-filled sky. The gala had been a bit more laborious than what Chrysalis expected this year to be. With everyone expected to have their pocketbooks ready, she knew there’d be a fair amount of sales pitching and such from the activists for the medical group. But after the third musical performance done in tribute to the cause, the whole ordeal had felt a touch boring.

Scratch that: it was stupidly boring.

By the time Chrysalis was ready to leave, she knew she and Moore were unfit to drive anywhere. The limo had been called, and the pair made their exit to get away from the event. Moore had needed little persuasion to be invited to her apartment, on the context he had no business trying to drive while intoxicated. Any idea of letting the limo just take him home was brushed aside by Chrysalis as she insisted on keeping him around for company. He walked in behind her, as buzzed as she was from the spirits they’d drank at the gala but still quite functional. He held his liquor better than Chrysalis thought he would, but it suited her fine. She only had a slight buzz going herself, being used to larger quantities of alcohol.

“Wow. This is...your home is nice, Chrysalis,” Moore complimented. “You could fit two of my living rooms in just the one.”

“When you dream big, you live big, Moore. Take a seat. I’ve got better drinks than the little floaters they had at the gala,” Chrysalis offered. Moore took the invitation, finding purchase on the large plush sofa that faced the entertainment center she had against the wall. It took Chrysalis only a minute to find the scotch she’d had waiting, a favored brand of hers that she used to fill two glasses before rejoining Moore. He took the glass and held it aloft, tinking it against hers when she brought her own up, both allowing the quiet to settle over the room as they stayed put and sipped from their drinks.

“I wonder if I could ever have a house this big. I wouldn’t know what to do with it,” Moore commented.

“It took a little getting used to at first. When you go from a small place to this, you don’t exactly get a blueprint,” Chrysalis replied. Reaching up, she undid the feathered clip in her hair, setting it on the nearby table. A momentary glow emanated from her horn before her hair’s fanciful appearance relaxed, settling into its normal loose cascade down her back. Moore watched all this and nodded at her.

“What’s that like? Magic and all that?” he asked. Chrysalis couldn’t help a snort at the question.

“It’s magic, Moore. It does lots of things. Like levitation, and teleportation. And it's a hell of a help on mornings when you need an extra hand,” she answered.

“No, like...well, that kinda answers it. But I’m a non-magic guy. I don’t know what that feels like,” he tried to explain. “Like, does it feel good? Bad? You know?”

“I think the best answer is, it's different for everyone. Mine? It feels like it’s natural. It’s a part of me. When I use it, I feel...stronger. Like I’m more there,” she tried to answer for him.

“Well, all of you’s natural. I mean, I’m guessing you are. You don’t look like you’d be one for plastic surgery,” Moore said, making Chrysalis raise an eyebrow at him. Seeing her look, he waved a hand. “That's not saying you look bad. Or anything bad. You look great, really!”

“Go on,” she told him.

“I was just saying that you do better being natural, feeling natural. It’s more...you. Like, ok, you could try to do stuff to enhance yourself if you wanted. Anyone could. But it doesn’t work for everyone. You don’t look like someone who would need to, because it wouldn’t be needed. Why try to fix something if it isn’t broken?”

“Smooth, Moore. Real smooth,” Chrysalis replied. She knew he wasn’t quite this talkative to her normally: the good mood from the gala event and the drinks must be loosening him up some. This was going better than she’d expected. “But you’re right. I’m much better as an all natural woman instead of a pile of plastic and silicone. I’d have to take out an insurance policy on my own self.”

Moore scoffed at that. “You have the wealth for it. Ten times over, even.”

“True. But I had help,” she said, setting her glass on the table before regarding Moore, who observed her as she continued. “You’ve been a good help to all this, Moore. A little more than I may give vocal credit for. But if we’re going to be slinging praises, then you deserve to know that I do consider you to be a very useful ally. Loyal, cunning, and diligent. Traits I find to be...shall we say...appealing?” she offered. The changeling scooted closer, shoulder to shoulder now with Moore, who stayed put.

“Well, that’s...good? I mean, who wouldn’t want that?” he replied.

“Only simpletons. But you can do even more for me.” Chrysalis’ grin stayed etched on her features as her eyes stared into Moore’s wondering pupils. “I’m not one to beat around the bush, Moore. You’ve been a good curveball to my plans, my work. And even though you started as a thorn in my side, you’ve changed into an unexpected boon for me. And with boons come potential...rewards.” Chrysalis’ hand danced along his shoulder, coming up from the back to rest on the back of his neck. Her other hand came to rest on his thigh. The contact there seemed to jolt Moore to life.

“C-Chrysalis, you can’t mean you’re offering...we...what?” he mumbled out. Were it any other moment, Chrysalis would’ve been documenting the moment as blackmail, a personal moment to record and laugh at in seeing Moore so disarmed. But a small part of her took flattery in his reacting that particular way to her.

“Now, don’t go getting this wrong, Moore. I’m hardly offering myself like a little trollop wanting to climb corporate.” She cut through that thinking immediately, tapping her fingernails against his skin. “Think of it more as...an opportunity. It’s been so long since I’ve had a plaything who could actually try to keep up. Someone who isn’t just a flimsy pushover.” As she spoke, Chrysalis slipped one long leg over his, and the woman soon had herself seated in his lap, straddling him as she peered down to his watching stare. Her bountiful rear was spread over his legs, still locked away by her dress but still letting him feel its plush softness. Moore had to look past the valley of cleavage her dress revealed to hold her gaze. “You’re looking at a chance for something you’ve never gotten to have before.”

“C-Chrysalis. We’re co-workers. We...if we do this, we-” Moore started, but was cut off with a finger to his lips by the changeling.

“Tsk, Moore. The old coworkers gag is boring, tripe, and a sham of an excuse,” Chrysalis said. “And you and I might work in the same company, but we’re hardly just co-workers. I’ve been watching you. Your little slip-up a minute ago isn’t the first time you’ve found me appealing. And who can blame you? A woman like me is hardly going to take heed at the first attempt of a foolhardy boy. But a man. A useful man. A smart man? That is a man of potential. Potential for bountiful gains. Potential for delightful fun. And all he has to do, is surrender to me.”

By now, Chrysalis’ hands had interlocked around the back of his neck, keeping his head still and gaze fixed on her almost luminous eyes. If the changeling were more focused on herself, she may have felt the subtle tug of her magic at her own body, inching towards what she was alluding to. The look in Moore’s eyes was a man caught in the headlights, his hand dangling before a metaphorical cookie jar.

“Surrender...to you?” he murmured. “...If I don’t?”

“Then you pass up on the chance for something you’ll never get again. And let’s be frank, Moore; I know you want this. I’m a changeling, after all,” her voice lowered to a soft, sensual whisper. “And that pen in your pocket speaks plenty for you.”

Moore’s faced colored, but he didn’t retreat away. He seemed torn between acting and withdrawing, pinned between the fading moral boundaries he held himself to, and the physical want she’d been priming in him since the evening had begun. He just needed one more little push…

“Or are you gonna say you’re not man enough to say fuck it, and let go? That you don’t want any of this?” she whispered, giving her lips a sensual lick with her tongue that drew his gaze before his eyes snapped back to hers.

Seconds ticked in perpetual lethargy, but Moore’s answer cleared the air in but a moment.

“Damn you.”

Moore’s lips latched onto Chrysalis’ with pure hunger driving him, the flesh still wet with the scotch he’d been sipping. The changeling welcomed him, pressing back with plenty of force to deepen the kiss and to let her taste him as well. Her horn turned aglow and his glass floated away, out of sight and mind while his now freed hand went for her sides, gripping the woman as they fought for dominance in the liplock. It was Chrysalis who won the first round, Moore withdrawing for need of air before being pounced on again by the changeling CEO, eager to dip into the awakened pool of lust both were falling into.

The sofa did plenty to support both of their weights, and allow Moore to be comfortable with her astride him. Chrysalis gave no ground to the man in her grasp, only deepening the kiss further as she pushed his head back, pressing it back against the sofa cushion as she kept control of the liplock they shared. When she felt his lips part wider, her tongue slid into his mouth with no hesitation, brushing his own in a confident slide of saliva and heat. Experience let her keep the attack going as she breathed through her nose, letting her overwhelm any of Moore’s attempts to try and push back. She wasn’t going to give him one inch; all of him was hers to use and enjoy to her liking.

Of course, Moore did try to fight back. His hands groped along her sides, then her back to be lost amidst the forest that was her hair while his tongue tried to swirl around and about her invading muscle. Chrysalis found the attempts amusing, but gave no quarter. Instead, she only furthered her efforts by capturing his tongue in hers’ grasp, gliding back and forth as the wet kiss continued. Moore’s groan and quick breathing through his own nose told her she easily outmatched him.

Pulling back finally, Chrysalis stared down at her would-be lover with all the eagerness of a predator cornering its long-sought prey. Her tongue flicked about her lips, and she noted with satisfaction the slight smudge of color of her lipstick on his own lips. “You’re mine now, Moore. But don’t worry; I promise you’ll get an experience you’ll never forget. Because you’ll never get better than me,” she assured. “But first, let's get these troublesome clothes out of our way. We don’t need them.” Her horn gave off a luminous glow of bright green, and Chrysalis sighed as the dress dematerialized off of her form, leaving her bare before Moore’s eyes, while the changeling got to properly survey the now naked body in front of her. The clothes reappeared a moment later, cast away from the sofa onto the floor.

“Ooh...aren’t you just delicious,” she purred, running a finger along his chest and down to his midriff. The consultant was always slim, she knew, but he was somewhat sinewy with a defined chest and firm-looking belly. He didn’t sport a four-pack, but it suited him better like this than being musclebound. Moore’s silence didn’t concern her: she imagined he was taken with the visage of her nude body on display before him. Her full bosom swayed and jiggled with every light motion she made, and observant eyes could make out the clean shaven pussy waiting between her thick, rounded bare thighs. An old lover had once called her an amazon, and she’d considered it just fanciful imagining then. But now, she felt all the more like a predator, strong overtop him.

His hardened cock stood tall, poking against her leg as it throbbed in want for the woman astride him. Chrysalis hummed in approval, a quick visual guess telling her he was around eight inches long. A little on the narrow side, but she imagined his length would help make up for that. “Looks like someone wants to play...don’t you?” she said as her fingertips ran from his base to the tip, circling the sensitive end with her fingernail and delighting in the shivers that shook Moore’s body.

“Y-yes,” he grunted out, making Chrysalis smirk.

“Don’t worry, Moore; I’ll give you your chance to enjoy yourself. But like all good things, I’m going to make you work for it. If you want this—,” she paused to bring her other hand down to her bare pussy and spread it wide using her fingers, the contact making her hiss in pleasure, “—then you’re going to have to earn it. Think you can manage that?”

Moore just nodded, moving to act once she’d released his length from her grasp. Bringing himself level with her breasts, his hands went to work at kneading them, fingers rubbing and squeezing the tender flesh as his lips worshipped what ground they could with kisses. Chrysalis gave a soft sigh from the touches upon her skin and stuck her chest out further to give him more to work with. Moore’s hands continued to grope and fondle what they could get ahold of, but Chrysalis’ larger size only made his hands seem to sink into her flesh.

“That’s it...good...more, Tony,” she instructed him, causing him to pause for only a moment before continuing. His lips found purchase on one of the dark erect nubs that had been poking at his palm, suckling on her nipple and giving it light nibbles with his teeth. The mixture of the two sent a pleasurable wave through Chrysalis’ torso, echoing in her groin as his efforts worked her up. Chrysalis’ hand found the back of Moore’s head and pressed him deeper into her cleavage, her other hand moving down between them to caress her entrance as it grew more wet from her partner’s efforts. Her stroking fingers made her hiss in want, itching for something bigger than just what her fingers could offer.

Moore’s efforts persisted, soon swapping between each breast to make sure neither was left unattended. However, the pleasure soon seemed to plateau for Chrysalis, making her feel a little frustrated as his progress slowed. “Nice to see you can take orders well in the bedroom. But you’ll need to do better than that,” Chrysalis said as she pulled Moore’s head away from her bosom. He appeared confused at first before Chrysalis made them shift, causing him to fall and lay on his back while she scooted forward.

“That silver tongue needs to be put to work. It’s too valuable a resource to waste,” the changeling said. The shift in position placed Moore’s head between her powerful thighs, squeezing him on either side with her toned, thick muscles as his gaze was directed squarely upon her waiting entrance. “Don’t make me wait, Tony,” she added with a playful tone.

Her words spurred him to action, and he brought his head forward so his lips were positioned directly on her waiting flower. Chrysalis closed her eyes as she felt the first penetration of his tongue into her depths, and allowed a moan to leave her lips as he reached deeper into her. The writhing of his tongue within her was exquisite, she decided, as her hand groped at her breast to add further pleasure in what he was doing. Her other hand wove its fingers into Moore’s hair, pressing him moreso into her to try and get more of what he was doing.

Her silver tongue comment had been more in cheek than anything, yet Moore seemed to want to do his best to fulfill the charge. The pink muscle within her pussy was circling and licking every which way possible, working at stimulating sensitive, tender flesh that had gone without such touches for some time. Chrysalis began to breathe deeper, her hips starting to rock against Moore’s face from his efforts. She could feel his hands reach around to her rear, groping at her wide cheeks in a not-so-subtle effort to bring her in closer. She would have smiled at how easily Moore had succumbed to her, were she not more occupied with riding the waves of ecstasy his tongue was offering.

“Deeper...Deeper! Right there. Right there!” she groaned out as she humped against his face, her thighs squeezing harder around his head as he worked her over. When his tongue pressed against the roof of her nethers, she gave an involuntary gasp as a burst of ecstasy shot through her. Moore capitalized on it, circling the same spot again and again in lavish strokes that only furthered Chrysalis’ pleasure. The wet sounds coming from his mouth on her lips told her he was drinking her essence with each of those sloppy flicks of his tongue, the idea of it further pushing her.

Continuing to hump against his tongue, the changeling found a climax on the horizon as Moore was unceasing in his efforts, the hot ball of energy pooling in her groin growing with each second he slurped and suckled at her nethers. “I’m close. I’m close, Moore, you better fucking finish me, I swear to the Sun!” Chrysalis half growled, half moaned out. It was enough to get Moore’s attention, and one of his hands left her ass to join his tongue in its work. When she felt his fingertip encircle her clit—a slow elongated stroke on the sensitive nub— she only squeezed tighter around his head with her thighs. Moore let out a strangled sound, but she ignored it. Moore’s finger became more fevered in its touches, now stroking the nub it’d found. It was enough to tip her over.

“Yes! YesyesyesYES!” Chrysalis chanted as she threw her head back, letting her orgasm wash over her form. The waves of ecstasy arched from her twitching nethers to throughout her form, leaving her entirely immersed in bliss as Moore stayed where he was, allowing her to savor the feeling he’d brought her into. It was a small while before Chrysalis could think to release him, easing her grip on his head and with her thighs to allow the man room to move again, gasping for breaths as sexual pleasure still echoed throughout her being. Opening her eyes, Chrysalis looked down to the man beneath her, watching as he took in deep breaths of air himself, cheeks and face flushed red no doubt from the tight grasp she had on him. The changeling could still feel the flow of her own juices as they left her lips, which dripped out onto Moore’s chest and neck in colorless streams of sexual evidence.

“For a minute, I thought...I was a goner,” Moore gasped out.

“Hardly. I’ve no intention of fucking a dead man,” Chrysalis assured him, scooting back for the moment to ease the weight off of his chest for the time being. With enough movement, however, the changeling felt something poke her in the rear, and looked back to see Moore’s cock throbbing in clear need. She noted the small rivulet of precum already seeping from the tip and dripping onto her butt cheek, and smirked to herself before looking to Moore’s face again. “You look ready to pop.”

“I just...ate out one of the most powerful women in the world, and made her orgasm. Kinda hard...to not be aroused,” Moore replied, still getting his breath back.

“Good. Then you see the benefits of being beneath me then, don’t you?” she teased. “But it comes with rewards all its own. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

“Make a bone joke right now, and I swear I’m walking,” Moore’s threat only made Chrysalis smirk as she got up off of him, allowing him to sit up. It was only for a moment though, for Chrysalis was upon him again as soon as he had his back to the sofa. This time, it was her being between his legs, eying his member with a hunger as she licked her lips.

“Not with this morsel needing attention, you’re not. It’d be a crime to let him go unattended,” Chrysalis said as she wrapped her fingers around his base, giving a squeeze and feeling Moore’s pulse echo through the rigid flesh and onto her palm. “If you keep still and behave, I promise, you’ll have good reason to stay. Just let me...indulge myself.”

Moore gave a silent nod, and Chrysalis focused her attention on the cock before her. Up close, she could see the throbbing veins of his member, the flesh an angry red from all the blood making it swell up. His tip was wet with his pre, giving it a light shine in the lighting of the room. A cursory sniff from the changeling told her he kept himself clean, earning a check mark of approval from her as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to touch him for the first time. He was hot against her tongue, and Chrysalis let it idle at the tip, making a slow circle around it to get a glimpse of how he tasted.

She could pick up the taste of his pre mixed with the clean taste of his cock, an inviting sensation that made her yearn for more. Again and again, her tongue licked around the tip, wettening him further with her saliva while Moore only allowed himself to shudder, seeming to restrain himself from reacting. Chrysalis took this as a challenge to her ability, and brought her lips down to close around Moore’s swollen tip, caressing him with her plush, full lips as he was bathed in saliva and heat alike. Her hand at his base stroked in slow but precise motions, keeping the pleasure going as she worked at his member.

Her slow approach made Moore’s hands itch at his sides, tantalizing him further as she sucked on him, bobbing on just the first two inches. She watched him through lidded green eyes, his pleasure-stricken face satisfying the changeling, while she used her other hand to rub along his inner thigh. The soft caress mixed with her slow efforts made him throb in her hold, a dollop of pre slipping into her maw that she gulped up with zero hesitation. The sensation of it trickling down her throat only excited her more, pushing her onward.

With a slow inhale through her nose, Chrysalis began to dip further down Moore’s cock, the tip soon poking at the entrance to her throat. She paused there, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard while pulling back to the tip, leaving a wet sheen of saliva where her lips trailed. Moore’s groaning was music to her ears, and she resumed bobbing her head, now clearing two-thirds of his cock with her mouth. The wet sound of her lips sliding up and down his cock filled her ears along with Moore’s half-muted groans, her pussy tingling at the thought of him being under her control. The shift in pacing increased the intensity of his throbbing and on one downswing, Chrysalis felt pressure on the back of her head. She realized it was Moore’s hands, and glared up at him, resisting his feeble push and instead rearing back until the tip popped out of her mouth.

“What did I tell you to do?” she questioned, her hand gliding up and down his length easily now that her saliva made it wet.

Moore grimaced but put his hands back at his sides. “Sorry. It’s just...really really good.”

“Damn right it is. But it’ll only stay good if you keep still, and do what I say. Don’t, and I can make you blue-balled for a week,” she warned, her hand coming to rest beneath his sack, fingers grazing across the sensitive skin there. “Are you going to stay put?”

“Yes,” Moore replied, but Chrysalis only gave a wicked grin.

“Yes what?” The ‘schlick’ of her stroking hand on his cock followed her question, and Moore let out a low moan.

“Yes...y-yes, ma’am?”

“That’s better. But don’t worry, Moore. I wouldn’t hurt one of my favorite toys. I think I know just the thing,” Chrysalis said as she rose up off her ankles from where she’d been squatting before. She allowed Moore a moment to be confused by her pause, only to relish his surprised gasp when she brought her bountiful chest forward, engulfing Moore’s wet cock in its heated embrace. The warm, rigid pole nuzzled into her breasts gave the changeling her own small pleasure, and she delighted in the way he trembled in her grasp.

“Does it feel good between my breasts, Moore? Do you like having your cock rubbed by them?” she taunted as she brought her hands to her mounds and squeezed tighter around him, making Moore’s legs twitch beneath her. “No thrusting now. I’m the one in control here. You’re going to take all I have to offer.” She started to rock her tits up and down, guiding them with her hands as the tip of his cock continued to emerge then vanish into the valley of her cleavage. Her full breasts were big enough that every inch of his length was buried within it, a heated embrace that was as soft as it was erotic. Her saliva kept him lubricated, letting him slide with minute resistance that only heightened his pleasure.

Chrysalis felt her pussy twitch as she beheld Moore’s expression under her treatment, his cock continuing to throb inside her cleavage. His precum continued to drip from the tip every time it peeked out from her grasp, adding further lubricant for her to use as she stroked him with her tits. As close as she was, it allowed her to even tweak and squeeze her own nipples, erect and firm, as she went. The sparks of pleasure that came from her buds only made her work him faster, soon pumping him in a lustful frenzy that had Moore moaning freely. Were he a bigger specimen, she imagined she could’ve sucked him off as she titfucked him, but her breasts were simply too large to allow for that here. Instead, she only tightened her grip on him, the sleeve of flesh she imposed on him making his hands grab for the sofa as some meager means of resistance.

“You feel like you’re gonna burst any minute, Moore. Too much to handle?” she challenged, grinning up at the trapped man as he kept his eyes closed. When he did open his eyes to chance a look at her, the woman held his stare while lowering her head, bringing her breasts down to let his tip be exposed to the world again. Extending her tongue, and never breaking eye contact, Chrysalis swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, and Moore’s will snapped in two.

“Fuck!” he yelled, his body going taut as a sudden surge of seed splashed out from his cock and onto Chrysalis’ lips and face, streaks of white coloring her green lips and red cheeks.

Surprised, Chrysalis drew back her head in time for the next salvo to splash out upon her breasts and the top of her chest. Moore gasped for air as his cock continued to cum, his orgasm lasting for several spurts until it finally slowed enough to settle. By the time he was done, Chrysalis’ breasts were lavishly splashed with his seed, long sticky strands criss-crossing the ample flesh. The changeling sampled a taste of him from her lips, letting his essence run along her tongue before swallowing.

“Mmm...delicious…” Chrysalis purred as she licked at her lips for more of him. Releasing his half hard member from her breasts, the changeling’s horn sparked to life as an almost ethereal glow crossed over her body from head to toe. Moore could only watch her as Chrysalis gathered his seed off of her skin, letting it flow through the air and into her waiting maw. It only took a few seconds before the changeling was clean of any evidence of his climax, save for Chrysalis’ hungry stare. “A nice appetizer to snack on. A little bit of a hair trigger though.”

“Fucking hell.” It was all Moore could force out as he got his breath back. Chrysalis took it in stride, rising from her kneeling position to stand up, shadowing him with her torso.

“And we’re not even done yet,” Chrysalis said, making him look at her in disbelief.

“I’m...I need a minute to recharge here. I literally just came harder than I have in ever,” Moore protested.

“Flattering, Moore, that it’s me who could deliver such a pleasure. This is why it's good to submit to me. Just like it’d be wise for you to stay put,” she explained as she stepped forward. Too tired to react, Moore could only let out a huff of air as Chrysalis once more claimed his lap, trapping his recovering length between her wet pussy lips and his groin. “If you think I’m going to be satisfied just with a simple shared dine and dash, you need to realize you’re in for the long haul.”

“Long haul or not, I still need a bit to—” He was cut off as Chrysalis’ hand found his member, stroking it and making him trail into a groan. The feeling of her soft hand on his cock evoked a twitch out of it, a sign of life that made her smirk.

“Shut up, Moore. Too much talk kills the mood, you know,” she retorted as her horn once more glowed, only now with its aura directed at his waiting member. Moore’s legs gave a twitch beneath her hips as vigour returned to his length, fully hard once more as she continued to pump him. Releasing him, her hand then drifted to his balls, cradling both as the glow of her magic flowed into them as well. When she felt a hefty weight in them once more, only then did she release him and ease her magic. “Do you really think a changeling of my calibre wouldn’t have means of getting around such a thing?”

“You’re...a damn good witch, you are,” Moore replied, making Chrysalis laugh.

“Close enough. But I’m done waiting,” she said as she pushed her hips forward, grinding her wet nethers against his base and sighing from the contact. “This is going in me. And for your sake, you better hope you get me to cum first.”

Moore wasn’t given time to retort, as she rose up and aimed his tip to penetrate her entrance. Once aligned, it took little effort to get him to enter her, as Chrysalis lowered down inch by inch to welcome his cock into her tunnel. With every inch that passed further into her, Chrysalis’ lips stretched into a wider smile, an almost maddening grin staying fixed on her expression when she hit his base. He reached well into her depths, enough to rub against some of the more tender places her own toys or fingers wouldn’t get to. She rewarded him with a tightening of her pink, hot walls around him, making him cry out as she felt him throb within her.

“All mine, Moore. You hear that?” Chrysalis breathed out as she started raising her hips up, then bringing them down to ride him in firm, deep strokes that renewed their joined pleasure on each pass. Her rear bounced in tandem with her motions, slapping into his thighs as she came down to punctuate every penetrating thrust. The sound was followed by the wet sliding sounds his cock made, her pussy’s juices flowing past the tight seal of his cock within her and onto his base and crotch. “You’re all mine now. I’ve claimed every bit of you,” she continued as she leaned over him, her hair draping over both of their heads to frame her lustful expression while Moore stared up at her, caught between arousal and intimidation. “Your work. Your job. And now your body. All...mine.” She almost seemed to growl as she pushed down hard and rocked her hips back and forth, grinding his lap as she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

“Fuck, Chrysalis, I can’t...fuck!” Moore exclaimed from the pressure around him. Chrysalis only grinned in victory at his submission to her. The air around them was hot by now, sweat dripping along the lines of her torso from her shoulders and down her arms to beneath her swaying tits that jiggled with every motion she made. Moore’s torso was similarly riled up, his face flushed from exertion as he was trapped under her. A spark of rebellion seemed to rise in him as he tried to lift his hips up and thrust into her if only to try and take control.

It was all for naught, however, as Chrysalis brought a hand to his chest and let her fingernails dig into him a little, making him pause. She made a note that he throbbed more often when she did that than otherwise, and kept her grip as she spoke. “Oh, no you don’t. You’ve given yourself to me, Moore. If you want to play rough, then be rough. But I’m the one in control here-mmph!” She was cut off as Moore suddenly leaned forward and captured her in a heated kiss, catching her off guard before she returned it. A war of tongues broke out between them as Chrysalis worked her hips again, bouncing in his lap while her tongue licked and lavished at his own invading tongue.

With her attentions torn between the two areas, Chrysalis slowed her hips a little from their rough riding to focus on deeper strokes, elongating their pleasure as their lips continued to fight for dominance over the other. It was Moore who withdrew first, again unable to keep up with the experienced changeling’s passion. She was granted a moment’s victory to smirk before Moore’s head ducked down, going for her breasts and managing to grab for one with his hand so he could latch onto the nipple there. His other hand went for her ass, slapping against the flesh and making her yelp in indignation before he squeezed the same spot, making her groan from the contact as well as his suckling lips.

Not one to be outdone, Chrysalis picked up her riding pace again, the rapid wet slaps of flesh filling the room over the sounds of their vocal exertions. Moore wasn’t holding back the moans he gave into her titflesh, the mound jiggling against his face as he nipped, sucked, and licked at her nipple as if to milk her. Her unclaimed breast bounced with her motions, bumping against the side of his head every few motions as both worked the other up to try and reach the climax they wanted. Moore’s groping hand at her ass helped keep Chrysalis’ balance, allowing her to ride to her heart’s content. The wet “shlurp” of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy made Chrysalis’ cunt quiver around his pole.

“Fuck yes...fuck...suck my tit, Moore, you fucking bastard. Deeper!” she called out as she rode him harder, each bounce of her large rear taking him from tip to base in one smooth motion, accompanied by a fleshy, wet slap of her hips meeting his. “You love this cunt, don’t you? Don’t you?!”

Moore’s muffled reply was covered by her breast in his face. He withdrew his head, saliva linking his lips to her nipple as he spoke in ragged breaths. “Yes. Yes, you fucking...bitch of a woman. You fat-tittied cow!”

“You fucking love it, you prick! Your fucking cock is so damn hard inside me!” she fired back, her hips a blur as she bounced on his lap. The pool of heat in her groin was building again, almost ready to burst. It’d need only a little more to reach that peak. Her free hand dove down between them, fingers scrambling for her clit and stroking the nub as she cried out. “I bet you want to cum, don’t you, Moore? Cum all you can in this bitch’s cunt?”

“Fuck...yes!...I can’t...hold out…” he half replied, half warned her. Knowing he was so close only spurred her onwards, fingers giving a tweak of her clit and sparking something inside of her. The rhythm they’d been holding to gave way to wild motions, Chrysalis throwing her full weight into her riding as her climax surged throughout her body.

“Cum inside! Do it inside, you prick! Give me all that fucking...f-fuck...CUM!” she cried out as it reached full strength within her and her body locked around Moore’s. Chrysalis’ magic flared to life, the green aura lighting the entire room as her raw power sapped at Moore’s own residual magic within him. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking the throbbing pole with every inch of her wet walls. Her voice screamed, but she was lost to the pleasure exploding within her. The immense heat surrounding him along with her tight grasp restricted Moore’s movements, making him release as well. Whole thick shots of his cum poured into her waiting pussy, painting her insides white as they both rode out their climaxes in their entirety. Moore’s hand released her breast and found her dangling free own, helping steady the woman as they collapsed together on the sofa, him on his back with her atop him.

Chrysalis could still feel the ebbing throbs of his cock within her depths, even as he shrunk and eventually slipped out of her now cum-coated tunnel. The lack of the long penetrating cock was somewhat appeased by the sensation of his cum still slowly dripping out of her, making her give a weary groan as the pleasurable drain of sex took its toll on her form. Even as good as she felt, she knew seeking anymore right now wouldn’t give the good results she’d want. Instead, she chose to relish the feeling of Moore’s warm body beneath hers, not even minding that he continued to hold her hand in post-coital bliss. Seeing he did nothing to move her or change position, the changeling took this as his acceptance of where he was, and let herself be lulled to sleep to the tune of Moore’s steady heartbeat in her ear.

When the next morning’s sun rose, instead of being in her study, Chrysalis greeted the new day with a coffee mug in hand and a fluffed purple bathrobe covering her figure. The bathrobe’s wide sleeves hung down a little off her arms, the end of it coming down to mid-thigh level. She had yet to shower, lethargic as she was this morning. Chrysalis had woke up and extracted herself from Moore’s body a little over twenty minutes ago, and did herself and him a service of at least magicking away any residual fluids on either of them. A warm shower would still be sought, however.

Shuffled steps came from behind her, and she turned to see Moore stumble into the kitchen. His hair unkempt and body still bare, save for a pair of boxers he’d grabbed from his tossed aside clothes, he looked as groggy as she felt. When he looked up at her, she gestured at the spare cup by the coffeepot, and he nodded in gratitude before snatching it up to pour his own cup of joe.

“Head’s sore a little,” he murmured after the first couple of sips. “...Heck, whole body’s sore.”

“Ride of your life and you know it, Moore. I told you,” Chrysalis replied, smiling to herself as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

“...Did you feed off of me a bit there? That whole glow show?” he asked.

“A bit, maybe. It was too good to resist,” she answered him. “In the passion of the moment, people like me can’t help it if we’re a little...peckish.”

“Explains why I felt like we went through a marathon last night,” he retorted, making her snort into her cup but giving no reply back. The pair sat there in the quiet of the morning sunlight for a spell until Moore broke it again. “So...what now?”

“That depends, Moore. Where do you stand in all this?” she asked as she regarded him. The morning light played across his features, bringing out the blue in his eyes as she beheld him. “I have my thoughts, but I can give a little fair room.”

“Surprise surprise,” Moore retorted, sipping from his cup again before setting it on the counter. “I...it’s hard to put it to words. You’re different, Chrysalis. I’ve had one night stands before. They happen, we go our ways, and stick with a good memory. But…”

“But?” Chrysalis prodded. She wasn’t sure why it mattered so much here and now. Did it matter? Wasn’t this supposed to be where she just let him go and she let herself bask in the glory of a conqueror? It was the question she’d been asking for the past fifteen minutes, but no answer came to her. It needed to come from Moore, it seemed.

“...Maybe it’s the wild sex still talking, but I’m not quite able to shrug you off. I don’t want to. Even if you are my boss, it...everything last night felt so damn good, for once,” he explained. “I don’t expect you to just curtsy and go all lovey-dovey. It’s not you. But...well. Could there be something?”

His question was ambiguous, but Chrysalis could read him well enough to know where his thoughts were wandering. It echoed the territory she’d drifted into when her eyes had opened and she beheld his sleeping face as the first thing she saw. Setting her coffee down on the counter, she stepped over to him, coming to a stop only a couple of inches away.

“Suppose there was, just for sake of discussion,” she offered, getting him to nod. “Are you sure you’d be able to keep up with a woman like me? You’ve seen what I can do. Who I am. What I am. I won’t be the polite, soft-spoken woman to come home to. That’s not my style, nor is it yours.”

“Course it isn’t. I’m not a woman,” he quipped, making her roll her eyes.

“And what do you suppose I’d want then? Hmm?”

“Aside from global domination?” Moore remarked, making her cock an eyebrow and him to raise a hand to placate her. “Someone to share with. Someone near your level; not on it, but close enough to appreciate what you do and how you do it. With enough wits to keep things interesting, but respect enough to not try and outdo you. An equal won’t suffice, because an equal means admitting some sort of concession on your part. And we both know you don’t do that. But if someone was willing to work with you, and feel well enough to stick with you as a type of partner…?”

Chrysalis listened to this and allowed a playful smile to spread across her lips. Bringing her hand up, she cradled his chin, fingers light across his skin.

“Shrewd, Moore. Lavishing me with praise while pitching a new idea to see if I’ll take you up on it. You really have been paying attention,” she remarked, making him shrug his shoulders. “But you’ll always have to remember one key detail. I’m top dog here. At work. At home. In the bedroom.”

“You know...I don’t think that’s so bad an option,” he answered, making her chuckle before closing the distance to kiss him softly, causing him to return it for a moment before she pulled back.

“Damn right it isn’t. Now, come on; your new queen wants a shower. We can’t go into the office smelling like beasts,” she taunted before turning away, the sway of her hips full of confidence as she felt Moore’s eyes on her backside. Hearing his footsteps follow after her made the changeling’s grin widen.

It’s good to be the Queen.

Author's Note

Behold the final conclusion of this story! And just in time for Valentine's Day!

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