The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.
“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”
Morgana was used to people being so ecstatic around her, but nothing like the yearn Summer seemed to have for her. She ran her hands down to her waist, moaning gently against her mouth as she heard her whine. Slowly, one hand made its way up her back and slowly ran through her beautiful red hair like a comb would. “Summer…” she whispered against her lips.
“My lady?” Summer replied. Morgana’s fingers in her hair made her shiver, arching against the fae. “Command me … “
“You like to be commanded?” Morgana whispered into the shell of her ear, her hands slowly fiddling with the laces of her dress; however, she did not attempt to undo them. “You really like it?” She pressed a kiss to her neck.
“From you, my lady, I do.” Another shiver ran down her back. “You are the only one I would submit to.” Summer smiled, slowly, and let her head fall back.
Morgana felt a soft smile cross her features, and she stared right into her eyes. “Then you will be submitting to me, and only me,” she whispered, pressing kisses down her neck. “Strip for me,” she ordered in a soft tone, her eyes glassing over with lust.
Heat flushed through Summer’s body again. “Yes, my lady,” she murmured. She had to let go of Morgana to obey, and she did so with reluctance, taking a step back. The loss of touch was an ache. Slowly Summer drew loose the lacing of her bodice, until the cord hung loose from one eyelet, and she could pull her arms from the fabric. The overgown crumpled to the floor, leaving the redhead in chemise and underskirt. The laces of the skirt were simpler, a single tug and the cotton slipped to the floor as well.