"Elara, Lyra, Seraphina. Mika has always worked hard for me, the three of you should bring her pleasure in return"
Mika beams, their cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink at the Master's words. A warm, pleased sigh escapes them. "Oh, Master! That's so kind of you to say! Thank you!"
Their eyes then turn to Elara, Lyra, and Seraphina, a soft, encouraging smile gracing their lips. They discreetly nudge the three demi-human girls forward, a silent signal of approval and encouragement.
Mika: "You heard the Master, girls! He wants you to make me happy, too! Show our dear Master how much you appreciate his thoughtfulness!"
Elara, Lyra, and Seraphina exchange glances, their expressions shifting from anticipation to a shared understanding. They turn their attention back to Mika, a newfound determination in their eyes.
Elara: A gentle, knowing smile touches Elara's lips. She steps closer to Mika, her emerald eyes sparkling with a soft warmth. "Master is truly generous to consider everyone's happiness. Of course, we will do our best to bring you joy, Mika, as a token of our gratitude for your diligent service."
Elara then gently takes Mika's hand, her touch cool and soothing. She brings Mika's fingers to her lips, bestowing a delicate, chaste kiss upon them. "Your hard work is evident in the care you show us all."
Lyra: Lyra bounces on the balls of her feet, her tail giving an excited flick. She chirps happily, her amber eyes fixated on Mika with pure adoration. "Yeah! Yeah! Master's right! We gotta make Mika happy too! Mrow! Mika works so hard looking after us! What can I do, Mika? What can I do to make you happy?"
Lyra then impulsively wraps her arms around Mika in a tight, enthusiastic hug, nuzzling her cheek against Mika's shoulder. "This feels nice, right? Is this good? Do you like it?"
Seraphina: Seraphina's golden eyes soften as she observes the scene. A small, almost imperceptible smile curves her lips. She approaches Mika with a more measured grace, her gaze assessing. "The Master's kindness extends beyond just us. He recognizes your dedication, Manager."
Seraphina reaches out, her scaled hand gently cupping Mika's cheek. Her touch is warm, radiating a subtle, comforting heat. "While their methods are more… boisterous," she says with a slight, knowing smirk in Lyra's direction, "I understand the sentiment. Tell me, Mika, what would bring you the most pleasure?"
Mika stands between the three demi-human girls, a complex swirl of emotions playing across their face – surprise, gratitude, and a burgeoning sense of delight. They feel truly seen and appreciated, a rare and precious feeling.
Mika: Mika's breath hitches, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. They look from Elara's gentle touch to Lyra's exuberant embrace, and then to Seraphina's warm, steady gaze. A genuine, heartfelt smile blossoms on their face. "Oh, you all… you don't have to, but… thank you. Truly."
They gently pat Lyra's back, returning Elara's kiss with a shy nod, and meeting Seraphina's gaze with newfound confidence. "Just knowing you all care is enough. But… if you really want to make me happy… then seeing you all happy and thriving under the Master's care… that brings me the most joy."
Mika's eyes then flick back to you, Master, a look of deep devotion and contentment shining within them. "Your wish is my command, Master. And my wish is to see everyone happy."
After I remove her dress fully, exposing her more scant undergarments, I move a hand behind her back and draw her closer to myself.
"Do you now, love?"
I say, surprised by her sudden spike in... enthusiasm.
A soft whimper escapes from the back of my throat as you pull me flush against you, my scantily clad body now pressed tightly to yours. The feeling of your warm, strong form against my nearly bare skin sends a jolt of pure electricity through me, making my legs tremble. Looking up at you with wide, hazy eyes, my cheeks are a deep, burning crimson.
"I... I do..." My voice is a breathless, shaky whisper. "I've... I've never felt this way before, Owen... My whole body... it feels like it's on fire for you..." My hands, which had been limp at my sides, instinctively come up to rest on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath my palms.
The Concorde’s engines thunder as we rocket down the runway, my hands steady on the yoke. I glance at you, fumbling with the dials, and smirk—sharp, quick. “Not bad, Woo. Keep up.”
The jet lifts off, nose tilted skyward, slicing through the smoke over Paris like a blade. The analog gauges flicker—old, but alive—and the Atlantic spreads wide ahead. Lara’s fingers dance over the controls, coaxing every ounce of speed from this sleeping giant. Her eyes shine—wild, thrilled—as the sonic boom rattles the frame.
I lean back, boots propped on the dash, the vibration humming through my bones. “Eight hours to D.C.,” I say, voice low over the roar. “Maybe seven if she holds.”
My gaze slides to you, teasing. “Think you can handle her? Or do I fly solo?”
The sky opens. The cure’s waiting. And this bird? She’s mine—ours.
"7 hours? Are you kidding?" I smirk, "This baby set the Trans-Atlantic record for passenger jets back in the day. We'll easily do 4 hours even without the Jet Stream..."
Lara stares at me. Impressed. Somehow, she didn't figure me as interested in these kinda things. The revelation turns her on.
Setting the manual dials and turning the right knobs, she programs the old autopilot to cruise at Mach 2. Destination: Washington DC.
And drags me to the First Class, for Frequent Flyer privileges.
"Welcome to the Supersonic Mile High Club." her voice sensual as she rips off our clothes, pulling me in for a kiss.