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It all started months ago, when Aeryn slipped a ‘good girl’ into her stream of dirty talk and Eljas promptly came his brains out, untouched. They didn’t address it much at the time, other than a “holy fuck” from Aeryn and a little embarrassed sound from Eljas. But they did talk about it later on over the course of other visits, and talking gradually turned into planning, and now here Eljas is naked on the bathroom counter, holding his dick protectively as Aeryn takes a razor to the hair around his groin.
“So soft and pink when you’re properly groomed as a pretty girl should be,” Aeryn says, groping Eljas’ balls and watching with satisfaction as his thighs twitch but don’t close. He’s already shaven smooth from thigh to ankle and doesn’t have much chest hair to speak of. “Just have your hole to worry about now.”
Eljas shivers when she slathers shaving cream over his taint, and tilts his hips up to give her a better angle. “How are you going to…” He trails off, voice softer than usual, uncharacteristically shy with her. Flustered is one thing, but shy – he’s like a lovely maiden just waiting to be violated. Eljas is always pretty in her eyes, but as a girl he’s simply something else.
Aeryn smirks. “You’re right, it’ll be harder to do while you’re sitting there.” She steps back from the counter, leaving space on the bathroom tiles in front of it. “On your hands and knees.”
His eyes widen and he nods, sliding somewhat awkwardly off the edge of the sink and assuming the instructed position on the floor. He moves like his body’s not quite familiar to him, a fawnish tremble to his legs as he settles.
She drops down onto a knee next to him. “C’mon, let me see that hole, baby.”
A very unladylike “shit” escapes under his breath, and he uses both hands to spread his ass.
“Mmm, how pretty,” she praises, grabbing the razor again to get back to work. His hole flinches under her fingers as she spreads cream around it, and she’s sorely tempted to stick a finger in and feel him squeeze around the tip. “So eager, aren’t you?” Aeryn presses the pad of her thumb against his rim and rubs slowly back and forth over it. “But don’t you want me to pretty you up first?”
“Yes,” he replies, shying away from her touch even as his hole pulses beneath it. “Please.”
Aeryn grins and flicks the razor open. “Hold still.”
Soon Eljas’ ass is just as bare and sensitive as the rest of his lower body, and Aeryn shepherds him into the bath to rinse off the excess hair and shaving cream. He stands there afterwards in just a towel – pulled up around his chest like he’s some innocent lass trying to protect her dignity – and rubs a hand over his thigh in wonder at its smoothness.
“Alright, darling.” Aeryn tugs at the towel and Eljas lets her take it away without a fight. He shifts uncertainly where he stands, cock half-hard; it’s been half-hard since he stripped down an hour ago. “Time to get dressed.”
Back in Eljas’ room, there’s a little pink slip of a dress laid out on the bed, an equally pink pair of panties beside it. He flushes a comparably rosy color as soon as he sees them.
“Aeryn, I –” he starts, glancing over at her and then back to the delicate clothes.
“They’ll fit you,” she assures him. “Trust me. We’re decently acquainted with each other’s bodies such that I’m confident you’ll slip into them like they’re made for you.”
First the panties – Eljas looks up at her in awe as they slip up his shaven legs with the tenderness of a caress. He flushes again, darker, once they reach his groin and he has to tuck his cock away, silky fabric clinging to hot, sensitive flesh. Gods, he makes an even more obscene sight with a bulge in his pretty panties than he does naked.
Eljas adjusts the hem of the panties around his hips, seeming as unable to look away from himself as Aeryn is. “I’m going to look ridiculous,” he mutters.
“You’re going to look ridiculously hot,” Aeryn corrects him. “You already look ridiculously hot.” His mouth twists doubtfully, but he takes the dress from the bed with care.
He easily shimmies the slip down his body once it’s past his shoulders. It’s a little tight on him, snug around his chest. This is on purpose: to draw attention to the ways in which it doesn’t fit, the unfamiliarity and uncertainty, but also to draw attention to the ways in which it does fit – the cling to his thighs (full, feminine) and his tiny waist.
Aeryn watches him hungrily, and steps forward to smooth the dress down over his front. She traces from his broad shoulders down across his chest, tugging the fabric tight enough against his tits that she can see his nipples, then down over his stomach, cupping him through the slip and pulling it taut around his cock. Eljas’ breath catches in his throat, pulse thumping eagerly under her touch.
“Looks good on you, princess,” Aeryn says, her voice low and rasping. She loops around him to stare at the tempting, pink-clad curve of his ass. The slip falls right where it meets his thighs, easily pulled up if she wanted another look at his panties.
“Thank you.” His reply is breathy. “Feels good, too.”
“Oh, we haven’t even gotten to ‘feels good’ yet.” Aeryn carefully slips Eljas’ hair from its tie, letting it fall loose and wavy to his shoulders. He leans into her hand like a cat as she brushes through his hair. “Go wait for me in the living room.”
Eljas nods obediently, catching her hand and pressing his lips to her palm before leaving the room to do as she says. His doubt appears to have all but vanished. Perhaps it’s merely been overwhelmed by want.
That impression only strengthens when Aeryn joins Eljas in the living room, her bag of powders and paints in her hands – she’s delightfully surprised to find him down on his hands and knees again. His slip is rumpled up along his thighs and barely long enough to cover his ass; it hugs the angles and curves of his body like a second skin. He’s facing away from Aeryn, but glances over his shoulder at her as she approaches and gives her an embarrassed little smile.
Aeryn sets the makeup pouch down and goes to kneel beside him. “Who’s my good girl?” she coos, smoothing a hand down his back. “How very patient and well-behaved you are.”
Eljas preens under her praise and gentle touch, raising his ass a bit when her fingers reach the hem of his skirt. He lowers his chest to the floor like he’s presenting himself, which is really such good girl behavior, but there’s a look in his eyes as if there’s something he’s not saying, something laced with embarrassment and arousal and need.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Aeryn asks, petting down his back again, stopping before she passes over bare skin. She pauses, reconsiders. “Are you not my good girl?”
His gaze flickers away from her. Hmm.
“Are you my bad girl?” She smacks his ass lightly as she says it, voice dropping lower and huskier. Eljas pants breathily and sticks his ass even further into the air. The skirt’s starting to slip upwards.
Aeryn half chuckles, tugging the dress up to bare his ass. While pretty, his panties provide very little in the way of coverage, other than cupping his cock and balls snugly enough that they don’t swing freely beneath him. “Are you my good girl who wants to be treated like a bad girl?”
“Please, Aeryn,” Eljas whines, and her next smack lands on the meat of his ass. He yelps once, the noise muffled by the carpet.
He really can’t help but be a good girl, can he? As much as Eljas wants to be bratty, to be forced to comply, a part of him defaults to obedience, craves it. His instinct is to be good for Aeryn even though he wants her to put him in his place.
She can work with that.
Aeryn runs a hand up the warm, smooth back of his thigh, then goes to sit on the couch and beckons Eljas forward. “On your knees.”
He pushes himself up and eagerly inches forward until he runs up against her legs, then sets his hands atop her thighs. She tilts his chin up with a finger, humming thoughtfully. High, full cheekbones, dark eyelashes, lips bitten pink – he’s already a lovely palette to work with.
Aeryn fishes a small tray of sparkling powders and a few brushes from her makeup bag. “Come here, sweetheart,” she says, prompting him to nestle closer, his upper body half in her lap at this point. This makes it easier to brush rich browns and golds into the creases of his eyelids, but she’s also aware – wickedly aware – that their current position presses his cock into her legs.
Eljas is doing such a good job staying still for her. He can’t possibly be able to ignore the firm pressure against his cock, not when she can feel it throbbing as it is, and yet he’s not doing anything about it: no wiggling his hips, no humping, no begging. Eljas’ self-discipline holds even as she purposefully moves one of her feet forward, slipping it directly between his thighs while she colors his cheeks a demure pink. His breathing picks up, yes, and his eyes flicker up to her face uncertainly, but he stays in place. And should she not encourage that?
“What a pretty thing you are,” she says, smearing his lips with a lovely, vibrant red. Oh, Aeryn wants his mouth now. She’s been ignoring her cock up to this point, knowing that if she thinks too much about how beautiful he’d be underneath her wearing that little dress, how tight he’d be around her when he’s all shy like this… fuck. She shifts where she’s sitting, which isn’t something she can do surreptitiously when Eljas is half on top of her.
Eljas’ gaze moves from her face down to her lap. While she’s certainly more dressed than him, her pants currently aren’t doing her any favors. He bites at his lip, eyes going a little hazy, and one of his hands creeps higher up her thighs. Aeryn’s so distracted by that for a moment that she doesn’t notice his other hand has slipped down between her legs and himself – she gets a very nice view of Eljas’ long, slender fingers dipping under his skirt. That won’t do.
“Good girls don’t touch their clits without permission,” Aeryn says firmly, and Eljas makes a sort of high-pitched whine before crumpling forward into her lap, his hips stuttering against her leg. She sits forward, slipping a hand under Eljas’ chin to tilt his face up and brushing back his hair with the other. “Hey – El. Eljas. Are you okay?”
“No, I’m – I’m okay.” He’s trembling. It takes a few shuddering breaths before Aeryn feels like he’s actually looking at her. “I’m okay.”
“You sure?” Aeryn keeps stroking his hair, from the crown of his head down. Each pass over the nape of his neck steadies his breathing. Eljas nods and sits back on his knees again.
Holy mother moon. Her self-restraint is running thin. She should have expected that playing around with feminization might result in some intense responses, given that Eljas had come just by being called a good girl when she had a few fingers up his ass. But expecting and experiencing are two very different things. Expecting doesn’t leave a pretty boy trembling in her lap.
Aeryn sighs, shifting back into the part of disappointed instructor. “I was just thinking of giving you a reward, too. But I don’t know if you deserve one if you can’t keep your pretty hands from wandering.”
“I won’t do it again, I promise.” His voice is higher than normal, softer.
She has to force doubt onto her face to hide her own eagerness. Even if Eljas didn’t deserve a reward – which of course he does – Aeryn’s too worked up to deny herself any longer. But she still has her role to play. “I want to hear you say it,” she prompts. “What won’t you do?”
Eljas turns even pinker underneath the blush painted on his cheeks. “I –” He stares up at her, a little pathetic, a little defiant, his eyes bright with embarrassment and hunger. “I won’t touch my clit.”
“Why not?”
“Because good girls don’t touch their clits without permission,” he repeats, and then, somewhat defeatedly, “And I’m a good girl.”
“You’re my good girl.” Aeryn reclines on the couch and unlaces her pants. Her cock springs up eagerly when she tugs her panties down, nearly as flushed as Eljas’ face. “My sweet, slutty girl.”
As soon as Aeryn spreads her legs, Eljas squeezes between them, his body taut with anticipation. But then he falters, bringing a hand to his mouth; his fingers come away red with paint, and he glances up searchingly. “I’ll make a mess.”
Aeryn grins in a way that says exactly, then coaxes the hesitant Eljas forward until she can feed her cock past those bright red lips of his.
“Good girl,” she moans, sinking into the eager, wet heat of his mouth. “Gods, Eljas, you act so innocent but you’re so hungry.” He makes a soft sound as she sheathes herself in his mouth, his lips closing around her shaft in a filthy, sloppy semblance of a kiss and leaving a dark ring of lipstick behind. “Touching yourself and sticking your ass out like a whore begging for someone to steal her maidenhead.”
Eljas looks up at her from under dark eyelashes and gold-flecked eyelids, eyes wet and desperate as Aeryn grabs a fistful of his hair and drags him forward.
“Should take you with me on my next voyage – dress you up in skirts and petticoats, keep you at my side in port and between my legs at sea.” She allows him to pull back when his fingers dig a little too hard into her thigh, and he gasps out a wet “hah” around her cock, trying to catch his breath. “Everyone will want a piece of you but all they’ll be able to do is watch your cunt clench while you service me like the obedient little slut you are.”
A soft groan escapes Eljas’ mouth. He takes Aeryn’s cock deeper again without any prompting, sucking on it with little of his usual care or finesse. This is the cock-sucking of a whore who wants a thick shaft and hot cum down her throat, not the playful mouthing of a beloved friend who likes to explore every vein and crease that his tongue can find. Eljas’ hips rock back and forth, ass grinding back against nothing and cock jerking forward to almost rut against Aeryn’s leg before remembering each time that he’s not allowed to.
Aeryn thrusts into his mouth as evenly and gently as she can manage, an increasingly difficult task as Eljas continues to fall apart before her. He’s left another lipstick stain halfway down her cock, and her body buzzes at the very idea of seeing his progress marked, his gradual descent into wantonness. How different Eljas is, submissive and girlish between her thighs. Their foundation of unwavering trust remains – it's why he can be as raw and vulnerable as he currently is – but the confidence he's developed over the years in asking for what he wants is notably absent, as are his sharp tongue, his quickness to laugh. He’s uncertain, and willing to dwell in that uncertainty, to let Aeryn prod at and play with him, and the fact that he looks so goddamn precious while doing it is only a bonus.
“You like it when I talk about your cunt, don’t you, Eljas?” she teases, stilling her hips to watch him struggle on his own to swallow down her cock. The whine from the back of his throat is a definitive yes. Aeryn fights not to fuck deeper to chase the vibrations. “If you weren't doing such a good job with your mouth, I'd be hard pressed not to flip you around and fuck you until you make a mess in those pretty panties of yours.”
He clings to her knees, fingers digging into the fabric of her pants. At first the brush of his hips against her is so light that it barely counts as physical stimulation. Eljas is focused on her cock with such intent that Aeryn doesn't think he's aware of what his body’s doing, even when he starts to grind more insistently into her leg. She almost doesn't want to stop him, because his cheeks are flushed so prettily as his own pleasure ramps up. But a disobedient girl shouldn't be rewarded if misbehaving, regardless of if the reward feels quite as fucking delightful as Eljas’ mouth does around her.
“Eljas,” Aeryn says, a low warning, though he keeps slurping along her length until she sets a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place as she slides out of his mouth entirely. His painted lips are shiny with precum and saliva, a slick strand slipping down his chin.
Eljas fixes her with a displeased little pout before he becomes conscious that he’s humping her leg. Then, flustered and a bit ashamed, he looks away – Aeryn can see he’s fighting with himself to stop moving. He’s been hyperaroused for so long at this point, though, and the stimulation to his sensitive clit-cock is such a welcome relief that no shame or promise of punishment can stop him from rubbing up against her with guilty, downcast eyes.
Luckily, Aeryn’s perfectly willing to go beyond the promise of punishment, particularly since Eljas has been all but asking for it.
“Eljas,” she says again, more emphatically, and slides her leg forward until he whines at how firmly it’s lodged between his. It’s too much pressure now, and no movement, just a dull ache and his blood pulsing through his cock. She loves that he doesn’t instantly move away, that he’s decided some kind of sensation is better than none. “Get up.”
A twist of his mouth is the only argument she gets. Eljas’ arms shake underneath him as he braces himself on Aeryn’s knees and struggles to rise to his feet. His dress is rucked up around his waist, leaving his arousal-damp panties on display, and Aeryn’s convinced that the desperate flush of his cock makes the silk look even pinker.
Tucking her cock away for the moment – which yes, will make her own panties a mess – Aeryn orders, “Come here.” No further explanation is necessary because Eljas is already laying out across her lap. She tugs his slip up to the small of his back, watching goosebumps rise on his skin as she brushes over the crack of his ass. Every inch of him is smooth and soft, sensitive but not irritated. “I thought you said you were going to be a good girl.”
Eljas buries his face in the couch cushion, his hips hiked up and his dick rubbing up against her thigh.
“And I don’t care how cock-dumb you are, El baby – you know that not touching yourself means no humping either.” Aeryn strokes his hair, her other hand still at his lower back to keep him from squirming too much. He knows that no touching means no trying to get off, period. But she doesn’t expect he’s trying to get past the rule on a technicality – he’s been lost in a headspace where the only two things that matter are his own dick and the one in his mouth.
The muscles in Eljas’ back and thighs tense expectantly as she trails her fingers downwards to knead the fat of his ass. This is the place where he’s most girlish, all gentle, giving curves. Aeryn can feel his stomach flex with a sharp intake of breath when she suddenly lifts her hand – watches his toes curl as he waits for an impact that doesn’t come.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” she says, because that’s the greatest punishment. Having to say aloud not what he deserves, or what he’s earned, but what he wants.
There’s a whimper muffled by the couch, and Eljas raises his ass a little higher, just like he had earlier when he was on his hands and knees. “Spank me.”
“What was that?”
He raises himself on an elbow and snaps, “Damn it, Aeryn – spank me, please.”
“Maybe I will, for that attitude,” she replies, and then without giving Eljas any time to prepare himself, she delivers a sharp smack to his ass.
“Shit!” He crumples, burying his face in the couch again.
Aeryn smirks and rubs over the site of impact, massaging out the sting. Pink to match the panties now, and with the cutest freckle by the dimple below his tailbone. “How many do you think, to keep a good girl from going astray? Ten, maybe?”
“Twelve,” he mumbles into the cushions.
“Twelve?” Aeryn carefully scratches over his flushed skin with her nails. “Feeling penitent, are we?”
Before he can answer, if he was even going to, she smacks his other asscheek, and Eljas jolts, hips jerking forward in response.
“I think you should say what you’re sorry for.” All of his squirming is making her wish she’d kept her cock out so she could rut against the silk-soft slip bunched around his stomach. “In detail, and maybe I won’t leave you too bruised to sit tomorrow.” An exaggeration, of course. She’s not hitting him particularly hard – wouldn’t, even if he’d asked. It’s about the shock, the deliverance of punishment, not the pain.
Eljas hesitates, tensed for a third hit that hasn't yet been doled out. After a moment, he starts off softly, saying, “I’m sorry for –”
Smack. “Louder, baby.”
“– for being a –”
Smack. He hisses as she lays another atop the same cheek.
“Shit. A bad girl and –”
The fifth smack catches his balls, which is his fault really for not staying still, and it knocks his breath out of him with a gasp.
“Fuck – Aeryn please –” Although she’s not sure what he’s asking for, because as much as him curling in on himself could be a defense mechanism, it also shoves his ass more solidly in her face.
She decides to let him catch his breath anyway. “Almost halfway there, El darling.”
He’s gripping the couch cushion like it’s the only thing keeping him from falling off the face of the earth. “I’m sorry for humping your leg with my clit –” The words are tight with more than just pain; his arousal strangles his vocal cords without mercy.
“Your pretty little clit,” she suggests.
“– my pretty little clit without asking first.” A part of Aeryn wonders if the flush running down his neck will travel all the way to meet the one blooming on his ass. “And I’m sorry for not appreciating your reward and trying to make myself come instead.”
“Good girl,” she hums, spanking him twice more with a lighter hand. “And do you think you deserve to come, now?”
He hesitates, caught between the knowledge that his answer should probably be no and the fact that he’s so fucking desperate to come.
Aeryn chuckles. “I’m open to being convinced.”
Eljas peeks over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and a little teary. Then he shifts, twisting his arms back to slide his panties to the side and spread his ass for Aeryn. He moves his thighs so his cock and balls are tucked between them, accessible.
“Spank my cunt and my clit.”
Eljas’ lovely bare cunt flexes, his hole tensing as he steels himself. He’s done his calculations, hasn’t he – five more swats to his most sensitive bits, and he thinks he can take it. Not only that, he wants it. He wants it. And that’s the only way he has an opportunity to get off, is what he’s suggesting. Oh, she loves this idea.
“Well, how can I not be persuaded by such a pretty display?” She’s feeling sympathetic, and by the gods, she wants him to come apart in her lap. Her next hit is more of a grope, a smack transitioning to a squeeze, and the way that he whines when his swollen clit twitches in her hand leaves her own cock throbbing.
Eljas is trembling after she spanks him again, directly on his hole, which makes it difficult for her not to catch his fingers even though she’s being careful. He flinches with the next smack, and Aeryn’s starting to think maybe he won’t make it – is just reaching down to squeeze him, help him out a little more – when he stiffens again: not a purposeful, preparatory tensing, but one warning of an imminent loss of control. The instant of realization stretches one moment into many, enough time for her to take in Eljas’ startled intake of breath and his legs squeezing together, and to land a hard swat atop his poor cock.
His actual orgasm is almost anticlimactic, a weak shudder running through his body as he spurts pathetically onto her thigh. The final spank is aimed at his cock, too, as if encouraging it to spill everything it has to offer. Eljas jerks and cries out in overstimulation, trying for the first time to squirm away from Aeryn’s touch. She caresses his ass comfortingly, murmuring praise over his panting.
“Good girl, Eljas, taking your punishment so well. I knew you could do it if you put your mind to it, you sweet, pretty slut.” Then, unable to help herself, Aeryn plants a hand on Eljas’ back and pushes down, pressing his soft, warm stomach against her aching cock. He moans quietly, hips rocking against the side of her thigh as he rides out his high, left stupid by orgasm but still aware enough to realize she’s using his prone body for her pleasure.
And she lets him wiggle around a little bit, but gods damn it all, she wants to see her lovely masterpiece while she gets off. “Get back on your knees,” she says roughly, and Eljas clambers clumsily to the ground in front of her as she nearly shoves him off her lap. He blinks up at her hazily as she yanks down her pants – fuck, his dress is still rucked up around his stomach, his panties wet and ruined – his lipstick is smeared around his mouth – are those faint tear tracks streaking the pink of his cheekbones? Aeryn’s soaking wet with precum, her hand slipping easily over her cock.
“My pretty girl,” she pants, her voice high and breathy. “Show me your tits, baby.”
Eljas, gods bless his heart, knows exactly what to do, leaning towards her and using his arms to press his chest forward like he really does have soft, feminine tits under his silky pink slip, his nipples peeking through the thin material. She wants to ruin him – has ruined him. He’s fallen apart for her, because of her; has let her take him apart and strip him down until he’s just Eljas, pure and simple and beautiful at his core.
Aeryn doesn’t realize just how much she’s needed this until she’s shooting her load out over Eljas’ neck and bare upper chest. And that, that is the perfect final touch – a string of slick, white pearls beaded along his collarbones.
“Good girl,” Aeryn sighs, slumping satisfied back on the couch with one hand dragging through Eljas’ sun-streaked hair, and he closes his eyes, worn out but lit up from the inside with contentment. “Good girl.”