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“Oh, my, Lady Ansha, don’t you know better than to keep me worrying like that…?” Jacinthe asks the girl, her voice sweet and honeyed. Of course, Ansha has seen enough to know the edge that lurks beneath it. Though Diantha and Jacinthe have quite the history, with the former Champion of Kalos teaching Jacinthe most of what allowed her to take Lumiose by storm, that history does quite extend to Ansha.
Sure, the young girl has spent quite a lot of time at the Hotel Richissime over the years, even more so in recent years, but that does not mean that she’s, well, close to Jacinthe. She would not have sought her out when she began seeking out Rayquaza, and she instead wound up seeking the aid of Team MZ, rather than going to the rather intimidating woman who runs the SBC.
Now, however, with Jacinthe finally getting the daughter of someone she looks up to all to herself, Ansha is seeing a different side of her.
“I just don’t know what I would do if you were to be harmed or hurt in some way,” Jacinthe muses, her hands running up and down Ansha’s legs. “Don’t you think of others before you run off like that? You’re as unruly as Lebanne was, zut alors!”
“I’m sorry,” Ansha finally answers, her breath a bit hitched. She doesn’t know why the older woman’s touch is making her feel so… funny. She should be able to trust Jacinthe, and yet, something about all of this feels… wrong.
“Mm, truly? If you are sorry, you won’t mind if I help remind you how nice it can be here, right?” Jacinthe asks, as her touch ventures just a bit higher. Pushing up Ansha’s skirt, sliding over her thigh. Ansha’s breathing grows more shallow, and she doesn’t know what to do. She glances towards the door, to Lebanne, standing there with a troubled expression.
The maid doesn’t meet her gaze, but Ansha can watch the way her throat moves, she can tell she’s swallowing something back.
“Ansha, please answer when I ask you something,” Jacinthe says, and Ansha whimpers.
“Apologies,” the girl says. She doesn’t know what else she can do. There’s something so… unflinching about Jacinthe. Even when she seems like she’s being kind, gentle, something in the way she speaks and the way she carries herself shows an absolute strength of will.
Something not quite of this world, something that would fit in quite nicely into the Hyperspace that Ansha has spent a bit of time within. She doesn’t know how to describe it, but there’s something almost otherworldly about her.
Ansha might be young, but even she can tell that Jacinthe lives in a world quite a bit different from reality. That she carries herself and exists somewhere almost… different. Ansha doesn’t know how to describe it, but she knows that she’s at her mercy for the time being.
“That is not an answer, you know,” Jacinthe reminds her, pushing up higher, until her hand presses in between Ansha’s legs. There’s something warm about the way she’s touching her, and Ansha feels a pulse of heat running through her, starting at her abdomen and building from there. “Do I not show you enough hospitality? Is your room not to your liking? You could always share mine, if you wanted.”
“Lady Jacinthe,” Lebanne cuts in, speaking, but a quick glare has her silenced. She doesn’t dare speak out against Jacinthe, even in a situation like this, and that should tell Ansha everything she knows about who she’s dealing with. Lebanne is not the sort of woman to back down easily, and she can tell that Jacinthe has some sort of power over her.
“It’s fine, Lebanne, you may relax,” Jacinthe addresses her. “This is between myself and Ansha, is it not? I do not need to remind you of your place here.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” Lebanne nods, while Jacinthe continues touching Ansha, working her fingers in against her soft panties, feeling the heat beneath her touch build. The girl moans, looking off to the side, unable to fight the feelings building up within her.
“This is not… mother would not approve of this,” Ansha finally murmurs, and Jacinthe giggles.
“Oh, but she left you in my charge, did she not? And she does not need to know every little thing that happens between us,” Jacinthe says, her voice low, almost dangerous. “Just relax. I don’t want you running off again without my permission, okay? And if I show you something this fun, you won’t want to leave.”
The offer is more terrifying than comforting, but all Ansha can do is nod. Something almost hypnotic lurks behind those kind, loving words, enough to make it believable. In fact, nothing about the way Jacinthe treats her suggests anything less than the utmost affection and even respect.
It’s just that Lady Jacinthe tends to play by her own rules, existing on the fringe and not quite operating the way a normal person would. She is not unlike the fairies she so loves to train, she’s whimsical, but powerful. Playing by her own rules, living in her own world. Something about her is… ethereal.
Every bit as enchanting as it is haunting. Ansha doesn’t know how she can slip away from this, but with the woman’s fingers pushing in deeper, slipping beneath her panties and touching her directly, the warmth that floods through her becomes too inviting to want to leave.
She can’t stop herself from panting, the pleasure building and building. Ansha has never been touched like this, she is far too young for this, but Jacinthe does not seem to care. She’s not one who has to worry about the rules of the land around her, not when she’s always had wealth and power to fall back upon. Ansha doesn’t take much longer, before she’s nearing her peak, and Jacinthe pushes and pushes until she can feel the girl tremble in climax.
Lebanne can only watch, not agreeing with what’s going on here, but fully unable to stop it. She doesn’t know what she can do, and she knows she will soon be asked to join in. When it comes to that point, will she have the courage to speak up? Or will she just sink deeper into the madness of Jacinthe’s world?