Every touch was fire against her skin, an inferno tearing through anything that was left of her rational mind. Her nerves were alight at even the slightest grazing of her skin by a wayward vine, and Zena was ever so clearly reveling in it. The Affini's hand outstretched and stopped just before it would make contact with her cheek. Lily let out a petulant whine and moved her head so that she could feel her owner's touch.

A light but stinging slap was her reward, almost sending her toppling from her knees. Lily looked up in anguish -- far more emotional than physical -- at Zena. Her owner merely tsked at her disapprovingly before righteously declaring, "Pet, I never said you were allowed to move. What was my command?" The answer came instantly to her lips, her mind devoid of anything else, "To kneel, Mistress."

The hand moved again, resting just before her face. The girl's eyes focused on it, tracked its movements with a pathetic desperation that filled Zena with elation. Yet, despite the obvious want on Lily's face, she never moved take her pleasure for herself. "Good pet," Zena cooed, allowing her hand to touch Lily's face. As soon as her owner caressed her skin, Lily sank into the gesture, nuzzling against the coiled vines that were counterintuitively soft and gentle and pure bliss. Her eyes closed involuntarily, savoring the sensation as deeply as she possibly could.

"My good girl, my wonderful pet, so obedient all of a sudden..." Zena continued to coo, her gentle teasing coaxing out a blush from the girl. Lily's mumbled response wasn't comprehensible, but the words didn't have to make sense for Zena to catch the meaning. "What is it pet, are you saying you're not obedient?" The mirth in her voice was matched only by the conflicted want in Lily's. "Well," her owner continued, "I suppose I'll just have to show you, won't I?" Lily's eyes snapped open, staring directly into Zena's in a mixture of panic and confusion.

Zena giggled as she knelt down and ran her hand through Lily's hair, petting her lightly and relishing in the light moans it elicited, before grabbing a handful of her mane and roughly forcing her head to the side. Lily cried out, but Zena paid no mind to it as she brought her mouth next to Lily's ear and breathily commanded, "Spread your legs, little flower."

Lily felt her legs move, felt them spread at the mere mention that they should. Her eyes never left her Mistress. "Good girl," her Mistress breathed, sending shivers down her spine. Her breathing came out faster, more labored. She panted as Zena's hand moved from her head, down and down. As the vines trailed over her breasts, Lily's breathing caught and an involuntary moan escaped. Before she could marshal her tongue, she was moaning out "please" over and over again, eyes half shut in ecstasy.

Part of her desperately tried to control herself, still cognizant of who she was, about how she should feel about what was happening, but it fell on deaf ears. No matter how many times it said that she was barely being touched, her reactions only increased in intensity. By the time a vine brushed against her sex, her hips bucked of their own accord, desperate to feel her Mistress against her.

The vine around her neck tightened, "Did I say to move, pet?" Lily rapidly shook her head and gulped down air as the vine loosened its grip on her throat. "That's right, pet, but when I talk, I want to hear an answer, understood?" Zena gave a full, victorious smile as Lily dutifully responded, "Yes, Mistress." Her owner moved her head forward until her lips pressed against Lily's head, lovingly kissing her pet's forehead as her hand made contact with Lily's sex.

Fire arced through Lily's core, destroying any sense of composure she had built up -- not that there was much there to begin with. She began shaking as the hand trailed up and down her sex achingly slowly, applying only enough pressure to elicit a response from the poor pet. Her muscles contracted and expanded as light spasms rolled through her body in waves.

Zena's lips moved lower, dotting kisses along her nose, her cheeks, until finally they reached her pet's mouth. There, she captured the girl's lips in a rough kiss, loving the feeling of her pet letting her dictate the pace of the exchange. Every moan she elicited vibrated so pleasantly through her that she couldn't help but give more in return. Her hand picked up its pace, slowly applying more pressure.

So consumed was she in the kiss that she couldn't find it in herself to care that her pet was bucking her hips, was desperately humping to get any little bit of pleasure she could. The Affini pushed the girl down so she lied on her back and flexed the might of her vines to rip the pants off her pet. Her shirt came next and fared about as well under the assault. While Zena's hand returned to its ministrations, two vines reared to massage her breasts.

Lily saw utter bliss wrapped in the embrace of Zena, every touch was a nirvana that wracked her body in pleasure. Stars filled her vision and exploded in violent satisfaction, all building to a crescendo that she felt deep in her core. Every part of her body tingled with new-found devotion to her Mistress, every nerve-ending calibrated toward serving and receiving their ultimate reward. She hurtled ever-faster toward the cliff, the inferno within her raging until she felt every last sense consumed in the insatiable need to be claimed.

There she was, at the edge of the cliff ready to combust in orgasm, when the vines and hand stopped. When the kiss was broken off. Nothing. Lily, her mind filled with primal panic, tried to hump against her Mistress for that last morsel of pleasure that she needed to go over the edge, but vines held her down and prevented any movement. She stared into her Mistress's eyes, internally begging for an answer but daring not to speak under the intense gaze of her superior.

"Pet," she commanded, her voice steely and icy underlay with primal passion that burned beneath the permafrost. Lily managed a meek, lust-filled, "Yes, Mistress?" The vine around her neck closed almost imperceptibly slowly as Zena spoke, "Were you about to cum?" Lily's eyes quickly tried to break with Zena's gaze, but she found that wherever she looked, those metallic eyes were. Her heart raced with danger, but there was no escaping. "Yes, Mistress." The vine suddenly snapped more tightly shut, completely cutting off blood flow and making her entire world fuzzy and dim. The only thing she could focus on was the commanding voice in her ear. "But, pet," she spat, "did you have permission to cum?"

Lily could only whine, no words could be summoned to explain herself, and it was getting oh so hard to see, to speak, to do anything. The vine loosened all at once, leaving Lily to gulp air and cough as Zena continued, "There seems to be something you're not understanding, feral. I own you, I own your pleasure; you get off at my discretion." Zena's hand returned to her sex, massaging all-too-slowly but bringing her right back to the edge in short order.

"Now pet, beg." Lily moaned as she stood on the edge, barely able to make sense of her surroundings. Some feeling deep inside her told her exactly what she had to say, some compulsion that she couldn't understand. "Please, Mistress, please let me cum! I need you, I need you to make me cum, please! You own me, you own me, please let me cum..." Lily trailed off as her owner began roughly increasing her speed, taking exactly what she wanted from Lily's body.

A supernova of orgasmic pleasure ripped through Lily's small form, shaking it ragged as every single one of her nerves were fried. A throaty moan escaped her lips as she shuddered through the waves, immediately followed by innumerable exaltations of her Mistress. Even when the rapture had subsided, no thoughts would come to her head. It was so desperately hard to think, to consider anything except for the exquisite peace flowing through her, the residual devotion she felt, and exactly how comfortable the ground was to lie upon. In fact, she felt as though she could just continue lying here, cuddled in the caring arms of her owner, and let it all slip away.

The last words she heard from Zena were, "Sleep well, pet, I love you."