She slammed the door open with her usual hyperactive, chirpy voice:

"Honey, I'm home."

Greeting her was an eerie silence, which, in all honesty, should not be a surprise for her.

After all, she was partly to blame.

"You ought to be a bit more welcoming to your waifu you know."

She said as she looked toward a corner. It made a wonderful sight, she thought. The moon light pouring over half of the room. Her lover lied, long hair sprawling on the tatamj, chest barely moving as she took in short, shaky breathe. One of her ankle positioned awkwardly, held down by a long chain nailed to the wall.

In the dark, the usual tanned skin glistened a sacred paleness.

Oh.
Bae wordlessly mouthed, a tingle ran down her back.
They really should do this more often.

A few more minutes passed by. There were still no responses. She took a few steps forward, crouched down and grabbed a handful of the other's hair. The figure whimpered as she lifted her face up.

"Wakey wakey. Irys. Dear. Do you miss your "soda"?"

This seemed to get a stronger reaction from the girl as she forced one eye open. However the gaze lacked focus and it took a lot of Base strength to keep her from slipping down again. After a while, she gathered herself enough to weakly grabbed Bae's wrist and choked out:

"Give it to me."

Base face broke into a wicked grin as she gleefully leered back.

"What's the magic word?"

The silence dragged out while the nephilim did her best to bite back a deep moan. Bae waited patiently, then reached out her other hand. Her slender fingers slowly brushed past the girl's ear, traveled down to her collar bone before deciding to press down lightly on her lower abdominal. It forced out a choked sob from the other:

"Please.

Master."

Bae cackled and launched forward.
The chaos inside her gave a deep howling growl.

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Pub: 07 Oct 2021 13:31 UTC
Edit: 07 Oct 2021 13:33 UTC
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