Pleasure.

Pain.

Redirection.

Those concepts kept Lily in their grasp as long as they needed to. The time between the routines blurred, and Lily couldn’t focus on anything but that ritual. Whether their mind was on autopilot or not, that ritual slowly became the meaning of their meals, of cooking, of sustenance as a concept. And the rest of the day, for that matter - most of their time afterwards was spent recovering from one strong sensation or another, or from their mind being melted into mush. So many late mornings they’d spend just slumped over the kitchen sink, recovering from being destroyed.

They loved it.

Lily wasn’t a fast learner. Not by any stretch. Whether in service or in their otherwise normal daily life, they weren’t the kind of person to pick up on new information quickly. They never were. 

Magnolia realized this, of course, which probably explained why she was so harsh on them. Not like Lily minded. As far as they were concerned, if she weren’t, they’d be fucking up three times as much. And Lily didn’t hate being bossed around so strictly. As far as they were concerned, that’s what their life’s purpose was. Their words, their mannerisms twisted around that, recognizing themself as less.

They weren’t sure how much time had passed. It seemed like a week. It might have been longer. Lily almost couldn’t focus on anything other than the ritual, even after it was over.

Almost.

“Please.”

The only other thing on their mind was that conversation.

Since that evening, the two hadn’t spoken of it. Of the potential for Lily to have inherited… something terrible. Lily wanted to talk about it; or rather, they had expected Magnolia to bring it up. To sway them in one direction or the other. But she didn’t. Were Lily any less intuitive, they would have assumed that their Mistress had forgotten.

But Lily knew better. Something had changed. That sinking feeling in their stomach hadn’t gone away. And even without words, Lily could tell Magnolia had the same feeling.

Being brutally punished and forced around, and having knowledge stuffed inside their tiny head was great. But that conversation wasn’t the kind of knowledge they wanted.

They hadn’t thought much about the future until that point. Or if they had, they imagined it to be much… happier… than it seemed now. Than it was now.

So they tried not to think about it. And they didn’t. At least, not consciously.

After one week of hard training and stern corrections, with the last dish finished, Lily turned to Magnolia and clasped their hands together nervously. Their first instinct was to ask how they did, but they stopped before they spoke without permission. Rules were rules. So they looked at Magnolia expectantly as she finished her coffee.

She finished, and put the cup down. It slammed a little harder than they anticipated, and Lily flinched at the sound.

Magnolia stood up and walked over, towering over them until Lily’s back bent over backwards on the sink. Even with a smile on their Mistress’ face, that powerless feeling never failed to make their stomach sink. Did they do a good job? They didn’t know, couldn’t know, until -

“Very well done, plaything,” she finally said, releasing them - without once putting her hands on her subject. “Finally, you got everything correct.”

Lily let out a sigh of relief. They realized they hadn’t been breathing properly... or at all. “Th-thank you, Mistress,” they responded. Technically, they hadn’t been given permission to speak, but it didn’t seem like their Mistress minded.

Magnolia leaned down, grabbed Lily’s cheek, and kissed them. Lily leaned in, expecting a quick peck, but that wasn’t what they received. Quickly they were consumed, their vision tunneling away anything but their Mistress. She kissed them, harder, and harder, cutting off their breath. Their Mistress grabbed the back of their feeble, unthinking head and pulled them in closer. Lily’s eyes fluttered. Their legs clasped together. They didn’t know if they’d ever be let go, or if they ever wanted to.

As Magnolia broke the kiss, Lily’s impromptu half-trance broke, and they blinked. “I’m so, so proud of you.” Butterflies filled their stomach, and Magnolia moved a strand of Lily’s hair out of their face. I love her so much. “I knew my faith in you wasn’t misplaced.” She smirked. “I love being right all the time.”

Lily giggled. They loved it when she was right all the time, too.

They couldn’t hold onto that thought for long, though, as they were literally pulled out of their reverie with a tight tug of their hair. Magnolia accompanied it with a whisper, “I want to toy with you just a little longer.”

Lily winced reflexively at the hair pull. “H-how so, Mistress?”

By way of response, their Mistress sent them into trance.

~~

“...and, up, up, back up for me.”

Lily reawoke with bleary, tired eyes. Being put into trance when they were already sleepy…

A quick slap brought them all the way back up. The first thing they noticed was their Mistress’ face; her gorgeous, perfect face, and the lovely stern way she looked at them. The second thing… they couldn’t remember. Whatever Mistress Magnolia had done to them in trance had been completely wiped from Lily’s memory.

They knew her well enough to know that wasn’t unusual. Regardless, they attempted to ask, “what happen–”

“I put you in trance and did some things to your mind,” she chuckled, petting Lily’s head condescendingly. “I would have thought even you would have put that together.”

Lily blushed a bright red. They knew that! “What kinds of–”

The soft patting turned into a firm grip. “Don’t question me, plaything. If I think you should know, then I’ll tell you.”

Lily looked down and nodded. “Yes, Mis–” They weren’t allowed to finish even the honorific as Magnolia pulled them to their feet. For a split second, they stumbled, latching onto the furniture for support. Their muscles felt slow to wake up, slower than the rest of their consciousness.

“I’m sure you’ll learn soon enough,” Magnolia said. “Here,” she reached into her pocket. Out came a neatly folded piece of paper. She handed it to Lily, who promptly opened the sheet, unwilling to make their Mistress wait an extra second. The writing was written in her immaculate, perfectly practiced cursive handwriting, in what almost looked like gold leaf.

Task List

1- Go to the grocery store in Quintell and buy ingredients for the next few days

Lily winced, but tried to hide it. That grocery store was a good five miles away. Sure, it was Mistress’ favorite, having all the highest quality ingredients - but they were to go alone? On a walk? Carrying groceries?

They kept reading.

2- Jog for half of those miles

This time they had to hold back a deep sigh..

3- Find a quiet place and spend 30 minutes writing your mantras, one after the other. No breaks. I will check.

4- Take a gorgeous picture, one worthy of your Mistress’ eyes.

Those two weren’t as bad, though their right wrist already hurt thinking about the line writing. It wasn’t unusual for their Mistress to get them out of the house for extended periods of time — sometimes she needed house cleaners to stop by, sometimes she wanted time alone, and sometimes she would know Lily so well that she’d know when they needed a mental break, too. Today, it was most likely the case that Magnolia wanted them to clear their head. In the not-kinky way.

Lily’s eyes landed on the last task.

5- Prepare yourself for when you get home, my precious flower. You’ll need it.

They gulped. What did that mean? Why did Mistress Magnolia have to be so cryptic sometimes? It wasn’t Lily’s place to question, but... Prepare yourself. I wonder what that means…

“Be back by 5pm,” Magnolia said, “even if that means you have to sprint. I want to see those nice, thick legs all tuckered out.”

To accentuate the point, she placed her hands on Lily’s thighs and explored. She knew their body perfectly, every inch of it, every cute instinctive response they’d have. She knew the way they would tense up as her hands reached further up, up their shorts, dangerously close to their crotch…

Only to have her pull her hands away, leaving her property hot and bothered. Just the way she liked them.

She slapped their face lightly and pulled them up. “Off you go,” she sang cheerfully.

Lily followed the command, packing their bag, wished their Mistress a good day, and left.

~~

The first thing they did was break down their plan. Strategically speaking, the most efficient way to complete the list was to knock out the easiest tasks first: #3, and #4. All those years playing competitive games weren’t completely wasted, after all! So to maximize their time, they jogged over to their favorite riverbed, the meditative, tranquil place they’d gotten to know well. Mistress Magnolia had only come with them once or twice before. But that wasn’t a bad thing, considering it gave Lily plenty of options for pretty pictures of things she hadn’t seen.

Lily’s eyes narrowed as they scanned the horizon. The flowers had begun to bloom in season; that would be the obvious choice. Throughout the last five years, Lily had dabbled in various art forms, and had learned the bare basics of good photography. Not enough to justify buying a $1,000 camera - not that that’d stopped their Mistress, though the groceries would have been heavy enough without the camera bag - but enough to take gorgeous shots for her. Clearly, she liked seeing them.

They stopped for a bit, panting and catching their breath. Lily looked above their head and saw the magnolia trees in blossom as well. A confident smile crossed their face. Perfect.

Lily backed up about 500 feet, enough to get a good shot. The trees in front, the blossoms floating to the ground, and the flowing river in the background.

Their phone camera snapped.

“Lily?”

Almost immediately after - thankfully, they’d gotten the shot, so they could look around without risking the framing - a familiar voice called out to them. Lily cast their eyes around, scanning the area, until they saw Pierre on the river path.

“Huh?” Lily blinked, rubbing their eyes. Their area was a pretty crowded one, so seeing one of the few familiar faces was a surprise. “Pierre, it’s… wow, didn’t expect to run into you today!” They smiled, trying to sound enthusiastic, despite their fatigue and what was going on in the background.

“Yeah! You’ve been missing lately.”

Lily rubbed the back of their head. Having much more protocol meant that their personal hobbies tended to go on the backburner; since their marriage, they hadn’t stopped by ASZ for a while. “Sorry. Yeah. I… life’s been… hectic.”

Not a lie.

“You wanna talk about it?” Pierre patted the ground next to him. Lily took the spot, their legs giving out quickly.

“I…” Lily paused, and looked away. They grasped their legs in their hands and bit their lip. They were already worrying their Mistress enough, did they really want to worry one of their good friends too?

But… Pierre was offering. It couldn’t hurt to even be vague, right?

“Pierre,” Lily started, “if you found out there may be information that might or might not be true, that you may or may not want to know, but it’s important for you to know, but you don’t want to find out anyways, but if you don’t know it could lead to a…” Lily gulped, “very bad situation, what would you do?”

Pierre stared at Lily blankly. Lily, for a moment, thought he was about to say something meaningful and impactful. Instead—

“I... Huh?” He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“W-what?” Lily murmured. Thinking it over, there was almost certainly a better way to word their inner conflict.

“Lily,” Pierre said calmly, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“I—“

“If you’re switching mains, you’ve gotta tell me,” he smirked.

If only it were so simple. “What? No, it’s not that, it’s...”

“I know, L. You’d never give up the nightmare god.” He sighed, raising an eyebrow. “Look, I’m glad to listen, but you just walked up, and said that. Start from the beginning? I think I’m missing, like, all the context.”

Lily blinked. “Right. Uh. I— my dad, um, my birth dad, had a strong… health, history.” God, if only there were a more delicate way to put this. “My dad may or may not have had a genetic cancer disorder,” they said, “which I may or may not have inherited.”

So much for vague.

Pierre’s expression softened. “…Oh,” he said. “Wow. I-I... fuck. I’m sorry.”

“I-I mean,” Lily interjected, “I don’t know. Mistress said she… she said his history didn’t sound normal. He had it four times. Four different kinds, from what I can remember.” Lily looked away, their body tensing up. “She said that, that’s… unusual. That it might be a genetic disorder he had. And - and if it is, then…” Lily trailed off. Pierre would be able to put the pieces together, they were sure.

“Hugs okay?”

Lily cracked a small smile. “Yeah.” Hug commenced. After a moment, they continued. “I don’t know if I want to know something like that. And, and that might not be the case! But if I don’t know, what will it mean if I do have it?” They groaned. “I don’t know what to do, Pierre. What would you do?”

“To be honest,” he sighed, “I don’t know what I’d do, either.”

Lily exhaled slowly. They knew he’d probably say something like that. God damn it, why did they keep raking in the worst possible problems?

“Well,” he spoke slowly, “what are the pros and cons of you not going to find out?”

Lily pondered for a minute, tapping their finger against their chin. “I guess,” they said, “ignorance is bliss.” Being stupid is fun, but not here. “But I might not know and then get cancer and die.”

“Okay,” Pierre nodded slowly, “and the pros and cons to you finding out?”

Lily hummed for a little, in deep contemplation. “I might not have something like that, and it’d be a weight off my chest. But if I do, then…” they pursed their lips. “I’m like, the most anxious person I know. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep if I knew something like that. And - and what would my Mistress feel?” They couldn’t figure out why, but for some reason, that was probably #3 on their concerns around this. “I… I need to be there for her. Always. What if… what if I can’t do that, if I find something like this out?”

“So,” Pierre continued, “no good options.”

Lily paused. “No good options,” they repeated.

For a long time, Lily and Pierre sat in silence. It wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable silence, and Lily appreciated Pierre silently giving them a chance to add their thoughts. There was no real way to be comfortable about this situation, even whilst confiding in a good friend. But talking to someone other than their Mistress felt… nice.

For what reason? Lily had to ask. They trusted their Mistress one hundred percent, and would go to her with anything. So why did they pause over having the same exact conversation with her?

I don’t want to hurt her, was the best they could come up with.

“Thanks for listening,” Lily murmured. “I’m sorry to depress you.”

Pierre patted their back gently. “You didn’t. You’re my friend. I want to be there for you.”

Lily smiled imperceptibly, feeling the wind gently rush up against their face.

“You know, there’s something someone really cool said that I think you should keep in mind,” Pierre mused.

“What’s that?”

He took a deep breath. “‘The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It’s what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.’”

They blinked, and turned towards Pierre, deadpan. “Did you just...”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know. Corny.”

“... Yeah.” Despite themself, they smiled.

Lily exhaled, leaned into Pierre in a rare display of affection, and spent the rest of that hour in silence.

They got back up, brushed themself off, gave one last hug, and ran back off. Pierre’s helpful, if rather corny words, rang in the back of their head.

~~

Lily followed the list and arrived home by 5pm, as per order. Their legs were killing them. Standing hurt. Heck, the thought of moving so much as another inch hurt. They weren’t unable to run, but a 5+ mile run was far out of their comfort zone when they were carrying three bags of groceries. They hadn’t thought of them as heavy bags, at least, at the beginning. And it didn’t help that, to make the arrival time with seconds to spare, they had to sprint at the end.

Regardless, they made it home, and shakily made their way down the hallway. Slow steps, breath heavy, they craved the sweet idea of collapsing to the nice, cool floor. They just had to make it to the dining room. At least, that was the idea.

Magnolia loved surprising them, and would often sit, silently, waiting for them to come home. Lily couldn’t blame her. The cute gasps they’d make with their dumb wide eyes, whenever a hand slammed them to the wall… their Mistress could never get enough of it. Lily knew that much by then. They stood there, overwhelmed by her presence, though the shakiness in their legs wasn’t related. The bags slipped out of their fragile hands, thankfully not landing hard or awkward.

Lily’s Mistress grinned down at them. Something about her face seemed more sadistic than usual, and usual was a wide range. Lily cowered into the wall instinctively, despite having nothing to be frightened of. Mostly.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get home, plaything,” she began. “How do you feel?”

“F-fine, Mistress,” they responded. It wasn’t the truth. Their legs were shaking, threatening to give out. “I-I brought back the groceries…”

“Yes, I can see that. My glasses are on, aren’t they?”

Lily nodded meekly, staring into her eyes.

Magnolia used her other hand and reached for the back of Lily’s head. Instinctively, they flinched. Lily’s posture softened when her hand - known for being relentless and cruel - gently stroked the back of Lily’s head. Lily exhaled, as if falling into the slightest fraction of a trance. “You did so well, plaything. And now, your reward.”

She leaned in, whispering a missile into Lily’s ear.

“Fill.”

The trigger hit Lily like a speeding truck. They gasped sharply as their body began to contort, or at least felt like it was. Thousands of sensations happened at a moment’s notice, building up and up and up. Their cunt filled with something large - a dildo? A shaft? A fucking machine? Something entirely different? and pounded their pussy, in and out, relentlessly, for three seconds. It might as well have been three thousand years, with the sheer intensity and depth of each phantom thrust.

Lily moaned and gasped, leaning on the wall for support while their body convulsed. Their mind couldn’t wrap itself around what had happened, despite the trigger being so obvious, in their tired state they couldn’t help but feel as if they were actually being ravaged, their cunt stretched around the invading member, their poor walls having no choice but to open wide for a force entirely invisible.

For either the first two seconds or an eternity, they remained pinned to the wall, as their body was mercilessly destroyed. They couldn’t count the forceful thrusts, let alone the few seconds that had passed.

At the end of the third second, something entirely new happened. Lily felt their womb - no, their entire body - filled with something. Cum, they presumed by the texture and warmth, but it could have been venomous waste or superglue or red mist. Lily didn’t know what it was - but one thing was obvious. The amount. Lily’s cunt was filled to the brim, then the cum-like fog traveled up their stomach, up their arms, consuming their brain. Their entire body filled with cum, and it wouldn’t stop there. They could feel it leaking out of their hole. They could feel the thrusts, the cum continuing to invade their entire body.

That feeling lasted for two tortuous seconds. Their body shook with pain, pressure, pleasure. Their eyes rolled back. The trigger hadn’t finished playing out, but their legs gave up. Lily’s knees failed–

And the collar of their shirt was caught by Magnolia. Their Mistress, who they could barely acknowledge, and who was all they could think about at the same time.

“Isn’t it nice, Lily?” she spoke, though they could barely hear her words. “A sensation you’ve never felt… are you disappointed?”

They couldn’t respond. But they weren’t disappointed in the slightest - the sensations were dangerous, painful, violating, and extremely fucking hot.

Lily felt the thrusts finally stop. But then, the cum inside them began to fuse with their body. Their womb felt full, extremely full, like they were…

Like they were impregnated.

No. That’s what it felt like. No new sensations came, only the frightening mixture of emotions. But they couldn’t be pregnant. That was impossible! But it was the only way they could describe that bursting feeling.

Bred.

Lily physically felt it. Life from their Mistress forming inside themself. Carrying a part of her in them, for - for they didn’t know how long. What did they feel? Fear? Shock? Love, for the one who completed them?

On the seventh second, it began to fade. The cum dripped out of Lily’s cunt, their body, their mind, along with the pseudo-pregnancy and all thoughts that it was real. Real. Lily’s mind remained convinced that they were pregnant, and now it was gone. All the cum had drained from them, leaving them an empty void.

The tenth second, the shaft pulled out from their cunt, leaving them truly hollow.

Lily’s mind staggered, slowly, back to reality. They stammered out a bunch of unfinished words and questions, staring with fear and lust into their Mistress’ eyes. Somehow, they kept eye contact.

“Well?” Magnolia asked impatiently, pulling them closer to her face. “Are you disappointed, you dumb fucktoy?”

“N-no, Mistress,” Lily responded, their voice barely anything other than a breath.

“Are you sure?” Magnolia smirked. “Because I can make it last longer, if you want. I can make the phantom cock fucking you thicker, longer. I can make you feel pregnant with twins or  triplets.”

Lily’s gut churned. They couldn’t tell if they were horny or terrified. Both, probably. I… I really felt pregnant… “I-I’m not disappointed,” Lily reassured.

“Well,” Magnolia’s grin widened to a sadistic look, “let’s try it, anyways.”

Lily’s eyes widened, before they heard three sweet words. Their exhausted body dropped straight into trance.

Seconds later - at least, Lily thought it was seconds - they were awake. Magnolia wasted no time.

“How did it feel, vessel?” she glared into their eyes. “How did it feel, bearing my children, carrying life for me, being owned by me both outside and inside?”

“I… I…” Lily’s body still ached. The run, and then that trigger, had taken a lot out of them. “Very… very… full, Mistress.”

“‘Full’? Really? That’s the best way you can describe it? Maybe you need another go.”

“W-wait, what–”

Magnolia didn’t let them finish. “Fill.”

Lily froze, bracing for the trigger to hit them again, but they didn’t expect the newfound intensity. The shaft that suddenly started fucking them felt twice, no, three times as large. Lily screamed and groaned, for all the world feeling as if they were actually being fucked by a thing that size. Three seconds passed. The fucking didn’t stop. It kept ravaging them. Magnolia let go of Lily’s collar, and they dropped to the floor. Their body twitched and turned, a mere vessel for the trigger’s will.

Four. Five. Six. Seven. Only after the seventh second did the cum begin to fill them. Their body felt hot, like it was on fire. It filled them much faster than the first time, leaving them bursting within seconds. Tears formed at the corners of Lily’s eyes. Their mouth gasped open, and they could taste - feel - cum flooding their throat, too. They spread their body wide and then twitched down, trying instinctively to suppress the feeling. Nothing they did lightened it.

It felt like an eternity before the next phase. The next phase felt like silence, but a certain kind of silence. Once more, their mind was convinced they had been impregnated. Lily weakly put a hand to their womb, feeling the new life inside them, the new life Mistress had given them, had forced them to bear. Lily floated in deep space again. An alien mixture of fear, excitement, and confusion had filled their cum-drenched mind.

And then, it began to fade. Lily’s body calmed down as the cum flowed out, as reality began to set back in. They missed it. Somehow, they missed their greatest fear becoming a reality.

“That better?” was all Magnolia said to them.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily answered weakly. They body felt light, and a contented yet exhausted sigh escaped them.

“Good. Fill.”

Lily didn’t have a second to ask for a break. The relentless pounding began–

“Fill.”

And increased tenfold. Hearty sobs escaped from Lily’s throat as tears streamed down their face. Their mind went through the painful motions again, before the cum began to claim their body.

“Fill. Fill. Fill.”

Every chant of the trigger made it much more unbearable. She kept saying that one damn cruel word. Lily didn’t have a second where they were not being fucked, being filled with cum, or being horribly aware of the new life inside them. Just as one round began to end, a new one started. Magnolia had nothing limiting how long she could do this to them. If she wanted, she could keep going forever.

“Keep crying,” Magnolia said, and Lily had no trouble following that order. “Making you sob and weep is only making this more fun for me.”

Lily didn’t want it to stop. They sobbed openly, ecstatic, horny tears pouring down their face. They’d long ago stopped trying to suppress their outburst. At least Magnolia knew their crying wasn’t out of grief or sadness. Their body enjoyed this, so much so that it had no other response than tears. And at least she enjoyed it, too.

Finally, their body had a break. But not for long. “Take off everything below your waist,” their Mistress ordered.

Lily’s arms could barely move, but they tried to follow the order. “Now!” Magnolia bellowed, grabbing their wrists and forcing them onto the hem of their pants. Lily quickly answered an affirmative with a sob, and took off their pants and panties. In truth, nothing had happened to them, and yet their cunt felt destroyed all the same.

Magnolia quickly undressed in kind. Lily could barely follow along, but before long, their Mistress had taken them over. One hand on their throat, one on their shoulder to pin them down, and her dick sliding into their damaged-yet-not-damaged sex.

Lily knew what was coming next. “Fill,” she said quietly.

The trigger took them again as their Mistress fucked them relentlessly. She used the trigger over and over and over. Lily’s mind turned to mush. They fell into trance just to give their body - and mind - an escape from the violating, awful, amazing phantom sensations. Their body fell limp as they allowed their Mistress to use it.

Lily came, again, and again. They didn’t know how many times they had orgasmed. Their Mistress continued using them with her words even after she came inside them, too. Lily didn’t know which sensation was real cum and which was imagined. Their hands cradled their stomach as their body tried to process the sensations, the sounds, the feelings; everything.

Lily wasn’t sure how long the scene had gone on for. They weren’t sure how much time had passed until either of them spoke again once their bodies were exhausted. Both of them laid on the floor, unaware of how uncomfortable the wooden floor was beneath them. They had each other, and the wonderful afterglow. The two of them didn’t need any other kind of comfort.

Lily’s Mistress got up and did them the favor of putting away the groceries. In part to let them rest, in part because she had her own organization system for her fridge. One that Lily often forgot. Lily stayed on the cool floor, still calming down. They could physically feel their strong heartbeat against their chest.

Magnolia eventually pulled them up and to the bed — she couldn’t carry them, much to her chagrin — and they both collapsed again and continued catching their breath.

“How… did your chores go, plaything?”

Lily exhaled. “Good, Mistress. Um, the photo and mantras…”

Lily was about to get up to show her, but Magnolia stopped them. “Not now. Later. Right now, I just want to rest with you.”

They curled up next to each other. Lily found safety in dangerous places, in their Mistress. Parts of their brain tried to drag them out of the moment, but they stayed there. Lily wanted to stay with their Mistress. Magnolia continued stroking their hair, kissing them, and showering them with affirmations. As much as Lily liked the degradation and pushing and bossing around, they needed affirmations. They needed support. Lily’s arm wrapped around their Mistress. Tight, but not enough to make her scold them for their strength.

“I want to stay like this forever,” Magnolia said. Lily’s eyes widened, only a little, and they looked up. “I want to stay here, with my plaything who loves me, with my plaything who does whatever I want without complaining.”

Lily curled up to their Mistress, closing their eyes. “I love you,” they murmured. “I want to stay like this too.” They did. All they wanted was to stay like that forever; close to their Mistress, comforted, safe. With the wondrous glow after being fucked relentlessly.

“I love you too.” Magnolia pulled them in tighter. “Let’s stay like this.”

“Forever?”

Magnolia paused. “Forever is a stupid promise,” she said. “We’re not immortal, Lily. Though I wish we were, so I could spend forever owning you and training you and making you mind. I want to be with you. For as long as we have time.”

For as long as we have time.

Lily wasn’t sure why, but something between that statement, and what Pierre said… something in their mind clicked. Lily cuddled closer to their Mistress.

“Did you want to say something?” Magnolia asked.

“I, um…”

Magnolia didn’t rush Lily. Lily guessed she got the impression now wasn’t the time.

She was wrong. Now was the only time.

“Mistress?” Lily finally spoke up, turning to their Owner with feigned confidence.

“Yes, my flower?” She looked up from her screen, a small smile on her face.

Lily inhaled.

“I want to get the test.”

Magnolia’s smile faltered for a minute, processing Lily’s statement. Her body softened. “Are you sure?”

Lily grimaced. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sure.” They hoped she wouldn’t press them further on the issue. Luckily, their silent wishes were granted. Magnolia owned them. She could do what she wanted with them, torment them however she wished. But she wasn’t pure evil.

She knew when to stop.

Lily loved that. And they also loved when she pushed them, even a little, past their limits.

Magnolia stared at Lily for a bit, before turning back to her computer. “Then I’ll reach out to the genetic counselor I know and set up an appointment for you. If you change your mind at any point, do tell me.”

The flower submissive exhaled, a weight taken off of their chest. Well, one weight taken off. “Thank you, Mistress. I will.”

Magnolia stopped typing. She closed her computer, stood up, and dragged Lily into a deep embrace. “We will get through this together. I promise.”

Lily clung on tighter.

“But for tonight… I just want to be with you. I just want to be with my devoted, amazing plaything, my love.”

“Me too, Mistress.” That was all they wanted, all the time, every second of their life.