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There were many words, Wuvvy had found, to describe Delloso de la Rue of the Court of Wonder, Mistrex of Ceremonies of the Bloom.
Resplendent. Illustrious. Heavenly. Wondrous. Brilliant. Dazzling. Beautiful, if you wanted to be simple about it.
None of these were quite right.
Wuvvy stood behind Rue as they picked out a corset to go with their long red velvet gown, internally contemplating the nature of words while Rue hummed to themself. As she was of the Court of Hoof and Claw, animalistic to her core, she was not often drawn to using just words as descriptors. Wuvvy, like most of her kind – and indeed, most fae in general, really, except for Rue — defaulted to using all her other senses. And there was not a word in any language for the feeling curling around and filling up her body as way Rue grinned wickedly and handed Wuvvy a deep black corset, edged with pearls and lace — the perfect accessory to tie together the dress they’d picked out, the jewelry laid out on the bed, and the shoes perfectly placed in the corner of the room, awaiting Rue’s use of them.
Wuvvy felt a kinship with the shoes. Just a little.
She smiled as she took the corset from Rue and put it on the bed oh-so-gently, laying it over the dress so that Rue could look at the way they went together. She stood silently, awaiting Rue’s judgment as they surveyed their choices all together on the bed, ready to adorn Rue’s body the next day.
Rue grinned even further, their smile creasing near their eyes. The feeling of it traveled all the way to Wuvvy’s insides, swirling in her stomach once more.
“Perfect,” they said, clapping their hands. “Anything else, my dear?”
Wuvvy hesitated, not used to Rue asking for her opinion, wanting to make sure she was allowed this. Rue nodded at her, and Wuvvy’s eyes darted towards the jewelry stand next to the closet.
“Um,” Wuvvy said, swallowing. “Maybe that circlet? The one with the red gem?”
“More jewels, Wuvvy? Really?” Rue said, but they were already walking towards the stand displaying all their crowns and tiaras and other assorted headpieces. They picked up the circlet, concentrated hands fingering the edges, and placed it at the top of the outfit laid out on the bed. Another smile curled up their face, and they took Wuvvy’s hand. “Perfect, my dear. You have such an eye for details.”
Wuvvy blushed, averting her gaze downwards in the hopes that they didn’t quite catch her redness.
“Thank you, Rue.”
“Really, my dear,” said Rue, reaching forward to take their cheek in one of their hands. “We’ve got to find something exceedingly lovely for you for the last day of the Bloom, don’t you think?”
Wuvvy permitted herself to get caught in Rue’s eyes for one, two, three aching seconds before smiling and looking out the window. “If you insist.”
Rue dropped their hand on her cheek, lightly brushing their hand across Wuvvy’s neck. “We — I — want you as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside,” they said, before gesturing towards the bed. Wuvvy took a mental picture of the ensemble, blushing all the way, before magically sweeping up all the clothes and hanging them back up in a separate part of the closet labeled Third Day.
“But now,” Rue said, stretching their arms out, “it’s time for bed. Wuvvy, will you…” They trailed off as they turned their back towards Wuvvy, indicating to them that they should untie the stays of the extremely elaborate costume they were wearing — an opalescent gown with so many ties in back that Wuvvy had been worried the whole day that Rue would get caught on them.
They hadn’t, of course. Because they were Rue, and they were perfect and poised and picturesque at all times.
Wuvvy got started on the ties, beginning at the neck and slowly working her way downwards. This was her favorite part of every evening; when Rue finally got tired of their outfits and just wanted to be comfortable for once. It wasn’t just that Wuvvy got this opportunity to lovingly gaze at the marvel that was Rue’s back and legs and chest and face — their whole person, really — but also that Wuvvy felt a particularly sweet sort of pang at being one of the only people that Rue allowed to see them this way — no longer quite so put together, and quiet, and undone.
Wuvvy felt special, was what it was. A feeling that she’d spent her whole life chasing, more than she chased any prey animal in her old days at her old court.
She’d always preferred to be prey herself, anyways.
She finally got to the bottom of the dress, and then got started on the garter ties as Rue pulled their dress up over their head. Rue was so perfectly sculpted that it hurt to look at, sometimes — in their owlbear form or their elven form, either one. Whether fae or monster, Wuvvy had spent so long looking at Rue that no form was a surprise anymore, and they all blended into one heart-shaped resplendent illustrious heavenly wondrous brilliant dazzling beautiful image in Wuvvy’s eyes. Besides — Wuvvy was no stranger to having more than one form.
Wuvvy started untying the equally complicated ribbons that spanned the length of their legs, but only got so far before she realized she’d have to kneel to finish the rest of them. “Turn around, please,” she said unthinkingly, as she loosened the next length of ribbon, but it was only when Rue had turned around that she realized how she was positioned: on her knees, in front of Rue, looking upwards at them.
A position that, while common for people of her place in the court, was still one that she had spent far too many nights thinking about in a very different context.
A blush once more spread across her face, this time very definitely caught by Rue, who happened to be looking down at her.
Rue smiled that wicked smile of theirs again and reached down to tilt her chin up.
“My dear Wuvvy,” they said, holding her chin with one finger, “it seems you are…somewhat embarrassed to be in this position for me. Are you perhaps feeling slightly vulnerable?”
“N-no,” stammered Wuvvy, trying her best to hold Rue’s gaze despite her reddening cheeks. “No, I promise, I want — it is an honor to kneel for you, always.”
“If you are not embarrassed, then why do you blush so, my darling?”
Wuvvy found herself running into the exact problem she’d thought about earlier; she was, at her core, an animal. And animals do not talk.
She found herself still kneeling at Rue’s feet, heart quickening, eyes wide, tongue tied.
“Awww,” Rue cooed, “suddenly can’t talk, can you? That’s alright. I can talk enough for the both of us. Isn’t that right?”
Wuvvy nodded, starting to rise.
“Not yet, my dear,” Rue said, gently but firmly using her superior height to ensure that Wuvvy stayed kneeling. “I so like you like this. Proving your devotion to me.”
On anyone else’s tongue, the words might have been — rude. Unfeeling. Cruel, even. Coming from Rue, they felt like a compliment; a reminder once more that Wuvvy was blessed to serve one of the most beautiful and powerful fae around. Wuvvy had won, in her own way.
Rue moved slightly closer, tilting Wuvvy’s chin towards their thigh. “Go ahead. I know you want to.”
Wuvvy looked at Rue questioningly, making sure she was interpreting Rue’s gesture correctly. Rue nodded. Wuvvy swallowed, once, then pressed her lips to Rue’s thigh.
Rue shuddered, sighing, a motion that went straight to Wuvvy’s already pulsating lower stomach. Wuvvy, encouraged, kissed all around their thighs, taking her time to untie the ribbons as she went and caressing all the spots where they’d made dents in Rue’s skin. She undid all the ties, then, whimpering slightly, moved her way up Rue’s thighs towards what was between them.
As she moved her mouth upwards, she caught a scent of something musky and full of desire.
Wuvvy suddenly found herself salivating, drool pooling down her chin, as she pressed kisses into Rue’s bare hips.
Rue moaned lightly in ecstasy as Wuvvy sucked and licked and kissed their hips, slowly taking off their (extremely fancy and sheer) underwear. “You are always so good for me,” they said, holding one hand on Wuvvy’s neck and another on their shoulder. “I know that this is just as much for you as it is for me, and I so love that about you. That you will be so devoted to me that pleasing me makes you drool like this.”
Wuvvy, unable to talk, simply whimpered further, feeling the praise go straight towards her cunt. She moved her tongue towards the middle of Rue’s thighs as Rue moved to sit on the bed. When Rue spread their legs, Wuvvy could do nothing but gasp in anticipation. She licked up Rue’s — what to call it, she wasn’t quite sure, as it was somewhere in between the different sets of genitalia she was used to — length, perhaps? and took it into her mouth. Quickly, with her mouth still on Rue, she switched form into her somewhere-in-between; two horns grew from her head, her senses heightened, and her tongue enlarged into that of a deer’s.
Rue gasped, gripping onto her horns and pressing her harder into them, which only made Wuvvy moan harder as she swirled her tongue around Rue’s length. “You feel — ah — beautiful around me, dear Wuvvy,” Rue said, their breathing labored as they stroked Wuvvy’s sensitive horns. “You do know how much of a blessing you are to me, right? How much I have chosen you to be — ah — so devoted to me? And — oh — how perfect you look on your knees like this. This is where you most belong — you know this, right?”
Wuvvy shuddered, again feeling the praise swirl throughout her body. She felt something drip onto the ground in front of her, unsure of whether it came from her mouth or her pussy, and licked her tongue up into Rue, earning her even more gasps. “Fuck, your mouth,” Rue moaned, and pulled her closer in.
Wuvvy stayed exactly as she was for as long as she could, losing track of time and space and anything other than her mouth sucking and licking on the beautiful thing in between Rue’s legs and how desperately she wanted to please Rue. How desperately she wanted to make them feel as good as possible. How much she could not rest until Rue was sufficiently pleased. How she could feel Rue getting harder and wetter in her mouth, and could smell their desire growing and growing, and could faintly hear them moaning and swearing and praising Wuvvy all the while.
Finally, Rue arched their back, moaning more and pulling Wuvvy closer into her by her horns, as they came wonderfully and lovingly into Rue’s mouth. Wuvvy, gasping and swallowing, pulled her face away, still on her knees in front of the one who owned her, for all intents and purposes.
Rue ran one finger across Wuvvy’s bottom lip, smearing their cum with it and then allowing Wuvvy to clean it off of their fingers.
“You,” Rue said, breathlessly, “are the best at that I’ve ever felt.” They took Wuvvy’s wet chin in theirs and held it, making sure that they were maintaining eye contact. “You really are good at that, you know. So beautiful.” Wuvvy tried to move her head away, bashfully, still practically unable to speak. Rue tilted their chin back so that they were once more looking at one another. “You know this, right?”
Wuvvy buried her face in Rue’s thighs, kissing them and cleaning them further, in lieu of a response. Rue allowed her to do so, sighing in pleasure, before pullling her up by her horns.
“Please,” they said, laying her down on the bed. “Allow me to thank you.”
Wuvvy stared at them, eyes wide; Rue was kind and wonderful and thoughtful, but so rarely was Wuvvy in the position to gain a boon from any of the fae, let alone her master.
“I —” Wuvvy was about to say something to the effect of it was all my pleasure, I’ve been wanting that for longer than you can imagine, worshiping you is all I ever want, when she was interrupted by a warm, tender kiss from Rue.
“I know,” they said. “I know what you think. That you want nothing more than to please me. You do deserve something in return, though.”
Wuvvy looked up. “N-no,” she protested, “I don’t need any favors from you. I’m happy to be whatever you need.”
Rue quieted her with an achingly sweet and vulnerable look. “Have you ever considered that I want this, as well?”
Oh, Wuvvy thought, eyes widening.
Oh.
This wasn’t just a favor for a favor, or an extended part of her duties like she’d worried about. This was — something.
She moved to kiss Rue — practically the first time she’d ever moved without asking Rue while in their care.
They kissed her back.
Wuvvy felt her stomach explode with butterflies.
She sighed to herself as Rue kissed her down her neck, then her shoulders, then her stomach. She gasped as Rue bit her thigh and licked at her hips. “Beautiful, truly,” they said, spreading her legs to look at her aching, throbbing cunt. Wuvvy squirmed under Rue’s gaze as they took in the sight in front of them, embarrassed to be in such an exposed position, but also deliciously turned on. Finally, they dragged one finger up her pussy, moving her wetness up towards her clit, and she shuddered at finally being touched after having wanted it for so long.
“Please,” whimpered Wuvvy, as Rue slowly rubbed circles into her clit.
“Please what, my dear?” Rue said, grinning and slipping two fingers into Wuvvy’s mouth.
Wuvvy could only whine and moan as her brain, fuzzy from the desire spreading all up and down her body, buzzed in her skull.
“Will you let me fuck you?” Rue asked, moving the hand that was in Wuvvy’s mouth down to press two fingers up against the entrance to Wuvvy’s cunt.
Wuvvy had never heard her boss swear quite so much. “Please,” she said again, as if it was the only word she could think of in her fuzzy state, nodding as she shook under their soft touch.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Rue said, and as Wuvvy looked down, Rue’s length grew to the size of the penises she was used to seeing — bigger, even — and remained hard, even though Wuvvy had just made them finish with her mouth.
Rue pressed their cock oh so gently into Wuvvy, who closed her eyes and willed herself to be still for them. To be good — to not seem quite so desperate — but her dripping cunt betrayed her, and she felt herself pushing towards Rue.
““Patience, my love,” sighed Rue, smiling at her as they pulled away from her. Wuvvy whimpered, twitching, as Rue started the achingly slow process of pushing into her once more. She took their length bit by bit until they were filling her up and she felt about to burst with how needy and turned on she was.
“Fuck,” she felt herself moaning.
“You take me so beautifully, Wuvvy. You feel heavenly around me,” Rue said, breathless, as they started fucking her, just as slowly. “Would you like me to go — ah — harder? Or perhaps faster?”
Wuvvy could feel her clit twitch as she whimpered, moving herself against them. Her eyes fluttered involuntarily as she shook with pleasure.
“Use your words, Wuvvy. I so am enamored with your lovely voice.”
Wuvvy gasped, trying to dig herself out of the primal state she could feel herself slipping farther and farther into. “Faster. Please, I — I need you to go faster, harder, please —”
Rue moved slowly out of her one last time, teasingly, and then started picking up the tempo, fucking her faster and deeper with a good fawn as they rubbed her clit.
Wuvvy was so deeply turned on that it only took less than a minute of Rue fucking into her, their magically perfect dick hitting all the right spots, and two of their fingers pressed against her clit, for her to come with a shout and a shudder.
She could hardly feel anything other than Rue continuing to move into her again and again, still rubbing her already sensitive clit and murmuring praise all the while, and she found herself turning over onto her stomach to bite into the pillow as the sensation was too much, too much, too much — and then she felt Rue release their cum deep into her one more time, and she came again at just the same time, gasping at how good it felt to be so filled up, so marked by someone she wanted so much, who owned every part of her now.
She rolled around, blushing even harder and covering her face with her arm, and felt Rue fall onto the bed next to her, sighing. Rue opened their arms with a look at Wuvvy that felt impossibly tender for how hard they’d just been fucking her. She moved so that the two were holding each other, for maybe one of the first times in history — despite her countless memories of holding a crying, falling-apart Rue, she couldn’t remember a time in which she had been held right back. They held each other for a moment, as Rue pressed kisses into Wuvvy’s furry forehead and Wuvvy tried her best to pull her brain back into her body.
“We really will have to find you some outfit that befits your unique beauty,” Rue said, and then, closing their eyes, they whispered, “Thank you. Truly,” into Wuvvy’s fur.
Wuvvy knew that there was still much to discuss — much to decipher and read into and try her best to find the words to talk to Rue about — but for this moment, with her brain finally silenced and Rue’s taste on her mouth and their breath on her cheek, she allowed herself to relax into them.
“Thank you, Rue,” whispered Wuvvy, voice a little gravely still, and she knew that Rue could hear the confession in her words just as much as she could hear the confession in theirs.