Volume 19 - Royal Guests, Chapter 147 - Security and Control

The final morning had arrived. It had been less than a week since Fal's royal entourage began their stay at the Mountain Lily Inn, but it felt like longer to Yuisu. It had really been a lot of work, with all the preparation beforehand and then supporting them wherever possible during their visit.

But everything had gone smoothly, and the Mountain Lily Inn would surely benefit from the boost to its reputation. Vague rumors had already started circulating that some form of liminal royalty had been staying there, and a couple reporters had called in. Yuisu had carefully deflected their questions. As a general policy, she refused to confirm or deny whether any specific guests were staying there.

While Nemes and Moira carried box after box from their rooms to their limo, Fal kept trying to lend a hand. They finally let her help, despite how un-queenly it was, because she actually had arms and could do a better job than either of the winged women. Abyss had been carrying boxes as well, until she slipped away and approached the Inn's front desk.

"Good morning, Abyss," Yuisu said with a smile. "If your group needs help moving your stuff, I can help out in just a few minutes after I finish what I'm working on." Even as she spoke, she continued typing on her laptop. She was writing an email that she'd been putting off for far too long, and she didn't want to lose her nerve again.

Abyss shook her head. "No need. Moira and I already moved most of the belongings throughout the morning, so we're almost done. I wanted to minimize the amount of time Fal spent waiting to leave. Transitional moments are the most dangerous time for someone as high-profile as Fal."

Yuisu stopped typing and frowned in concern. "Does she have enemies?"

"No known enemies, no. But there are those that wish to sow chaos between humans and liminals. Such people exist within both groups and their motives vary, but Fal is a tempting target nonetheless."

Yuisu just nodded at that. She was closely involved in the Interspecies Exchange Program, but she didn't have any familiarity with interspecies politics.

"I want to thank you for everything you did for us during this stay," Abyss said, offering her hand. When Yuisu stood up and took it, Abyss gave a firm and short handshake. "And I already thanked Chione directly last night, but I wanted to make sure you knew that she did an excellent job as nightwatch. She's a natural."

"That's great to hear. I'll let her know, and I may try to leverage that in the future. It seems like a service that groups like yours would like to have on hand."

"Absolutely. And thanks you for the recommendation of the Wild Life. I enjoyed myself. I had a wonderful time with Aluru as well. Goodbye, Yuisu."

Before Yuisu could respond, Abyss gave a curt nod, turned, and left. Through the closing front door, Yuisu saw Fal, Nemes, and Moira loading the last of their belongings into the spacious vehicle. Abyss's ears were twitching as she jogged over to help, alert and observant as always.

Yuisu guessed that the group would be traveling to the train station next, and potentially to the airport after that, but Abyss hadn't shared any details about their travel plans. Abyss had been very deliberate with her actions, including sharing information.

There was something else about Abyss that stood out to Yuisu. Of course there was her amazing physique and her exotic and beautiful ears, but the thing that caught Yuisu's attention was different. Something in the way Abyss carried herself, the way she embodied the concept of power given purpose.

Power with purpose, Yuisu realized. A shiver ran down Yuisu's spine and she smiled. Damn, that's hot, she thought, unable to keep her Yuri-su side from getting riled up.

She just needed to finish the email she was working on, then she could find Haru. Yuisu was pretty sure that Haru had the day off from the butcher's, and Yuri-su had some ideas on how to spend it…

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Haru smiled and raised one eyebrow as she sat down on the bed. She was wearing comfy baby-blue fleece pajamas that had a poncho-like top to accommodate her wings. "Alright, Yuisu, it's pretty obvious that you've got something in mind…"

Yuisu was still standing up and still wearing the green v-neck sweater and long black skirt that she'd worn while working the front desk. She smiled right back, her eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. If she'd had a tail, it would have been wagging furiously.

Ooh, a tail, Yuisu thought, Maybe we can work that in somewhere.

Then she shook her head to clear her thoughts and get back on topic. "Uh, yeah, I was thinking about how hot it is whenever you're all powerful and in control." She looked away, a little embarrassed. "Like when you beat up those guys who kidnapped Misaki…"

Haru raised both eyebrows this time. "So you'd like me to act like a badass and take charge?"

Yuisu nodded. She was feeling more than a little shy, but she pushed forward. "Maybe something using your time in the harpy military, from when you were an executrix. Did you ever do any interrogations?"

"I did, and I considered myself pretty good at them, without needing to get violent."

Yuisu could see that. She'd seen how intimidating Haru could be through voice and presence alone.

Haru continued in the logical direction, "You want to be interrogated? That's certainly different."

Yuisu felt her heart flutter at the thought. "It certainly is. But is it good? For you I mean…"

"Sure, it sounds fun to me. Though we should set up a safe word, in case it gets too real or intense."

"How about blueberry?" Yuisu said instantly.

Haru blinked. "Why blueberry?"

"Just the first thing that came to mind that won't come up in conversation, or in the interrogation."

"Ah, okay." Haru stood up and put her wings on Yuisu's shoulders. "As much as I want to start on our little roleplay right now, let's talk for a bit about what we each want out of this."

"Good idea," Yuisu said calmly, but she was secretly thrilled that Haru was already taking charge of things.

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"Strip," Haru commanded.

Haru had changed into tight black jeans that zipped up the sides, a form-fitting white tank top, and a short leather jacket that she kept open. Her longer strands of hair were pulled back into a loose braid, to keep them out of her way. She was standing between Yuisu and the bedroom door, blocking any chance of escape.

Yuisu complied as fast as she could. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor, then tugged her skirt down past her hips. She kicked it toward the sweater, then started on her bra.

"Hurry up," Haru barked. Yuisu had been moving too slow for Haru's tastes.

"I'm trying," Yuisu said. She had plenty of experience removing bras, both hers and Haru's, but doing it under pressure was surprisingly stressful. She finally unhooked the plain white bra and let it fall to the floor. She hurried to take off her pink cotton panties next.

Once she had fully stripped, Yuisu looked to Haru expectantly.

Haru answered by pushing Yuisu's wooden desk chair towards her with one foot. "Sit."

Yuisu did so, then Haru started to bind Yuisu's ankles to the chair's legs with black straps. They were wide enough for Haru to handle with her wings, and secured by heavy-duty velcro. They would be easy to remove by hand, but Yuisu's hands were soon tied to the back of the chair with more of the same straps.

Haru paced in silence for several minutes, her shoulders back and her head high. She walked around the chair, sometimes keeping a close eye on Yuisu, sometimes ignoring her entirely. After what felt like forever, she spoke.

"So, you thought you could keep secrets from me?" Her voice was calm and cold, with hostility hiding beneath the surface.

Yuisu didn't answer. It sounded like a rhetorical question, and she was trying to play a role of her own. It wasn't one that would need much acting, though.

Haru didn't seem to care about Yuisu's silence. She continued, "You will come to understand just how severe a mistake that was…"

She walked behind Yuisu, out of sight. "I've broken people stronger than you, and for lesser offenses. You'll tell me what I want to know. And when I'm through with you, you'll be happy about it. Happy I gave you a chance to make the terror stop."

Suddenly, Yuisu's chair tipped back. Yuisu's head jolted forward until her chin hit her chest. When it bounced back, she found herself staring directly into two golden eyes, shining brightly in the dimly lit room.

"There will be no 'good cop, bad cop' tonight," Haru said, still just inches from Yuisu's face. "There is only you, me, and my mission. And I never let anyone get between me and my mission."

Yuisu smelled the leather of Haru's jacket, a faint scent of soap, and her own sweat. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, adrenaline pumping even though she knew this was all just roleplay.

"What do you—" Yuisu started, but her voice caught in her throat and failed her.

"Spit it out!" Haru said at a near shout. She punctuated her command by shaking the chair, which was still tilted back over 45 degrees.

Yuisu felt Haru's breath on her ear, and a cold speck on her cheek, a bit of spit. She scrambled to repeat herself. "What do you want to know?!"

Haru pushed the chair upright with enough force that it nearly tipped forward. She stalked around to the front and leaned forward so she could look Yuisu in the eyes again. Her shirt was loose enough to give Yuisu a glimpse of cleavage, but it was a trap. Yuisu knew that if she looked, things would only get worse for her.

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"I want to know who you're working for. Who you're really working for, not that cover story about the Exchange Program!"

Yuisu felt her body tense up, feeling a bit scared even though she knew it was all an act. Thankfully, she knew what to reply to that question. "You knew that was a cover?"

"Of course I knew!" Haru spat, then slapped Yuisu across the face with the tip of her wing. Of course, it had been carefully orchestrated to look far more vicious than it was. To Yuisu, it was softer than a pillow.

"Fine, fine!" Yuisu blurted. "I was working for GenTech, but not anymore. They cut all ties with me the second I was captured." She turned her head, looking as far from Haru's fiery gaze as she could. "I'm dead to them now."

Haru grabbed Yuisu by the cheeks and forced her to look forward again. "And you'll be dead for real unless you tell me everything you know."

Yuisu nodded, but before she could speak, Haru pushed her back by the face until Yuisu's head was against the back of the chair.

Haru let go. "I'll need to make sure that what you tell me isn't all lies. I'll need some special equipment, the kind I can't let you see." Haru tugged a silk blindfold out of her jacket pocket, then put it over Yuisu's eyes. She adjusted it carefully, then stepped back.

From several feet away, Haru said, "Wait here, and don't try anything. It won't work, and I'll know you tried." She didn't even need to voice the implied threat of what would happen if Yuisu did try something.

Yuisu heard the bedroom door open and close, and she was left alone in silence and anticipation. They had reached the end of their pre-planned script, and Yuisu really had no idea what was coming next. Part of Yuisu had actually bought into the scenario and the acting, and was afraid. But the rest of her was thrilled, and excited in more ways than one.

After an indeterminate amount of time during which Yuisu was left with her thoughts and elevated emotions, the door opened. She heard Haru's talons click lightly on the floor, followed by the creak of the door closing. There was a soft rustling sound as a large piece of clothing was dropped to the floor, perhaps a robe.

"Let's try something different," Haru said in a smooth whisper, a huge departure from her previous hostile approach. "This will be a trust exercise, and if you pass my test, I'll give you a reward."

When Yuisu didn't respond, Haru said, "You may speak when spoken to, my Yuisu."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Yuisu said, her voice quieter than she'd intended. She was a little surprised by the change in tone, but very interested in seeing where Haru was going with the roleplay. Well, not seeing, since Yuisu was blindfolded, but the point stood.

"I'm going to touch you, and you are not allowed to move even a millimeter. If you do well and stay perfectly still, I'll give you more, but if you move…" She let the thought finish itself.

Yuisu heard Haru approach, but she didn't have a good sense of exactly where Haru was. Her feathers were optimized for silent flight, and even her feet were surprisingly quiet if she kept her talons lifted.

Then something touched her shoulder so lightly she barely recognized the sensation. She fought to stay still, despite the instinctive desire to turn her head. She took a slow breath to distract herself, but it didn't work for long.

Something smooth and hard pressed against her left ankle, just above the strap, then slid slowly up her leg. Yuisu thought it was a talon, a natural weapon capable of slicing through skin easily, had it been traveling the other way. When it reached her knee, two other talons joined as Haru placed her foot on Yuisu's leg. Haru leaned forward, putting a bit of her weight onto it.

"Good work… so far," Haru whispered, then she gave Yuisu's thigh a gentle squeeze. Haru was still leaning on Yuisu's leg, and her face was just a few inches away.

Then a feather was pressed against Yuisu's neck. It slid slowly down, tracing a wandering path across her collarbone, then upper chest, then between her bare breasts. Yuisu strained to stay perfectly still. The sensation, the temptation, it was almost unbearable.

The feather swept under her left breast, not-quite-tickling the sensitive skin there. Just when Yuisu thought she wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, the feather pulled away, as did Haru's talons.

"Hmm, not bad," Haru murmured as she resumed pacing around the chair. "I'll give you a small reward."

When she was behind Yuisu, Haru placed her left leg over Yuisu's right shoulder, pressing her outer thigh against Yuisu's cheek and her calf on Yuisu's chest. Then she flexed her leg, giving Yuisu a feel of her tightening muscles. The reward lasted only the briefest moment before Haru was on the move again.

"You seemed to have trouble with my feathers on you chest, didn't you, Yuisu?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm very sensitive there."

"Excellent," Haru responded, her tone mischievous.

Haru's wings came around both sides of the chair and settled on Yuisu's chest and stomach. The one in direct contact with Yuisu's body, the left one, started to slowly slide away, pulling soft feathers across Yuisu's skin. The feathers bushed Yuisu's nipples in a nearly overwhelming way, and Yuisu felt them grow stiff. She let out a gasp, fighting her instincts that wanted to struggle or flee.

Then, before Yuisu could catch her breath, Haru's other wing pulled in the other direction, across her already stimulated breasts.

"Ahh!" she cried out, unable to keep it in any longer. The teasing sensation was tortuous, but oh so pleasurable.

"Tsk, tsk. You moved, Yuisu. And you know what that means."

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"Or will it? After all, it would be a failure on my part if you were able to endure everything I can give. Just try to hold out for the best parts, okay, Yuisu?"

"I will try," Yuisu said, her voice quivering. In truth, she was rapidly approaching her limit. She had been aroused even before the roleplay had started, and the interrogation had been worryingly effective. This sensation play and denial was even more powerful.

Without sight, Yuisu's other senses were enhanced and her imagination was running wild. She now knew that Haru had removed her pants, but she didn't know anything else for sure. Was Haru wearing black leather shorts, or miniscule erotic lingerie, or nothing at all?

While Yuisu was lost in thought, Haru had moved around to her front. She crouched and placed her wings across Yuisu's legs, then seemed to rest some weight on them. "What will I do with you, my Yuisu?" she wondered aloud. "Your libido is always running wild, and you just don't seem to have the skill to control it."

She leaned closer and moved her wings out of the way until warm flesh was pressing against the top and inside of Yuisu's spread legs. "Let's work on that," Haru said just as Yuisu realized that the warmth she felt was the soft, yielding flesh of Haru's breasts. "Remember not to move…"

Yuisu bit her lip, hoping that it wouldn't count against her. It was the only way she could keep her hips from wiggling, her hands from struggling against her restraints, and her tongue from running across her lips.

Then Haru started running her palms along Yuisu's hips, kneading them in gentle circles. Then they moved upward, sliding firmly to avoid tickling Yuisu's sides, then up to her chest. Haru's thumbs cupped Yuisu's breasts, and squeezed lightly.

"Mmm," Yuisu moaned through clenched teeth.

"You like that?" Haru asked, though the answer was obvious. Then she moved her thumbs up a bit until they brushed Yuisu's nipples.

Yuisu's hips bucked, entirely involuntary. The sensation was just too strong.

"A pity," Haru said as she pulled away. Within a second, Yuisu was relieved of all physical contact, her skin feeling suddenly chilly in the absence of Haru's warmth.

From several feet away, Haru continued, "You've earned yourself a penalty: five minutes without contact, without my voice. I will still be observing you, of course, watching for any more unnecessary movement. Your penalty starts now."

Yuisu sat in silence, in darkness, with only her thoughts and her own body. Her muscles were getting a little sore, mostly in her shoulders and hips, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of pure arousal. Her body thrummed with it, like electric current through a live wire. And just like a downed power line, the current had nowhere to go.

Her legs were sweating and had started to stick to the wooden chair. And between her legs, she was uncomfortably wet. Her breathing became slow and uneven, every breath a manual effort, as if her body had forgotten how to breathe on its own.

And above everything else, on a scale far beyond the inconveniences of her physical body, she felt desire. She wanted Haru's body, Haru's breasts and firm butt, squeezed tight in her hands. She wanted Haru's kisses, her voice, her tender love. And she wanted Haru's thrusting hips, Haru's face between her legs. She wanted release.

"Good work."

Yuisu barely registered the words, so lost was she in her own thoughts. She clawed her way up from the depths of her desire, waiting for Haru's sweet, dark voice to speak again.

"You made it through, and I must admit I've been unfair. That was closer to ten minutes."

"Ah," Yuisu managed, reacquainting herself with her ability to speak. High level thought was still hard, like she needed to tow it back ashore after a storm had scattered it at sea.

"I'll make it up to you," Haru said.

Then Yuisu felt warm weight press down on both her thighs. She hadn't even figured out what it was yet when more warmth bloomed on her chest. Soft, gentle, instinctively erotic. Yuisu recognized the sensation of breasts pressed against hers before she realized that the weight on her legs was that of Haru straddling her.

Yuisu finally knew that Haru was topless, and if she was wearing a bottom it wasn't substantial, because there was nothing but skin touching her legs. She wanted to wrap her arms around Haru, to hold her tight against her, so tight it would hurt. But Yuisu's arms were still tied behind her back.

She was tempted to say 'blueberry' and bring this scenario to an end, but she had fallen under its spell. She wanted it to continue even more than she wanted out.

Then something flashed into Yuisu's mind like a lightning bolt: a sensation she couldn't place, something that didn't fit with her mental image of the situation. If Haru was straddling her, chest to chest and wings over her shoulders, then what was the sensation that had appeared on Yuisu's inner thigh?

It was just a faint tickle at first, then it started to feel cold. Then Yuisu understood.

It was a drop of 'honey', a sign of Haru's own arousal. And the thought of Haru being naked and wet hit Yuisu like a crash of thunder. Her previous desires instantly flipped. Where she had wanted to feel Haru's thrusts, and to have Haru's face between her legs, Yuisu now wanted only to plunge into Haru, to be smothered in her wetness, to bring Haru pleasure.

Haru may have sensed Yuisu's convictions, because she kissed Yuisu on the forehead and said, "I think it's time to change tact. I have a proposition for you."

"Alright," Yuisu said, more assertive than she'd been since the roleplay started.

Haru took a deep breath, which Yuisu felt through her own chest, then said, "I will untie you, on one condition: you will do everything I ask of you, for the rest of the night. You will be mine alone to command, as I direct your actions towards our mutual pleasure."

Yuisu could not have picked a better condition. It was as if Haru had reached into Yuisu's subconscious and plucked out her deepest wish. The thought of willingly giving up all agency to the woman she loved and trusted with her life, the thought of Haru taking charge and directing Yuisu's every move, it was nearly orgasmic on its own. But to yield all control to Haru and then have Haru use it to create pure pleasure for both of them, that was Yuisu's dream come true.

"Yes, please," Yuisu gasped. "I yield all control to you. I am at your command."

Haru gently untied the silk blindfold and lifted it slowly, giving Yuisu's vision time to adjust to the light of the room. Then she stared directly into Yuisu's eyes and said, "I promise to use you well."

Haru wasted no time. She leaned back, swung one leg up and over Yuisu's head to get both her legs on the same side of the chair, then stood up. She quickly freed Yuisu from the chair and helped her to her feet.

"Lay down on the bed, on your back," Haru ordered.

Yuisu nodded, then did as instructed. After the hard chair, the soft bed and silky sheets felt like heaven, but she had higher hopes for what came next.

"Stay perfectly still, except to breathe."

Yuisu was a little surprised at that command, since she had already done that for so long already, but she complied. She was more surprised when Haru stepped onto the bed then stood over Yuisu's body, one foot on each side of her head, facing away from Yuisu's body. Then she lowered herself onto Yuisu's face.

Haru moved slowly at first, sliding her wet slit back and forth across Yuisu's lips. Yuisu had to fight harder than ever before to stay still, to not join in and lend her tongue to assist Haru's pleasure.

Then Haru picked up the pace, She lowered herself more, until there was physical pressure on Yuisu's cheeks and lips. Then she grinded on Yuisu's face, from chin to nose, focusing only on herself.

Yuisu wouldn't have it any other way. Being used wholly for Haru's pleasure was a reward beyond what she'd been expecting. She felt like she could nearly orgasm from the thought and sight of it alone.

She watched up between Haru's thighs, catching wondrous glimpses of Haru's face, her jaw slack, her eyes rolled back. She could tell when Haru's orgasm was near from the way her lower lip quivered and her pointy ears twitched. Yuisu had grown to love that look, after seeing it so many times.

Yuisu sucked in a deep breath in advance, because she wasn't sure she'd be able to get one while Haru was going off. It ended up being a wise move, as Haru nearly collapsed in orgasm mere seconds later.

She fell forward, holding herself up with her palms on the bed, and kept thrusting her hips, sliding herself back and forth until she couldn't take it anymore. Then she flopped all the way down to the bed, freeing Yuisu to breathe again.

At first Yuisu was worried that Haru had run out of energy, and that their night would end early. And more than just worried, Yuisu was terrified that it would end before she got any release of her own. She'd been in a state of heightened arousal for hours, to the point that her thoughts were constantly derailed by lurid fantasies and her body was twitching with nervous energy.

But Haru's wits soon returned and she said a sentence so sweet that Yuisu nearly cried: "Kneel on all fours, so I can do you from behind with a strap-on."