Explicit 3: The Meek Master And The Dominant Servant

DISCLAIMER

< This chapter occurs a few nights before Frost and Jury’s marriage. It is a continuation of the Christmas 2024 Pt. 2 Special Chapter >

The utterly helpless Frost was left to Jury’s devices as the others said their goodbyes.

“… Hey, Frost. Are you ok to do that as you are now?”

The reason Jury was asking her about this was because of her condition.

Frost didn’t have to look down at her legs to know that they were out of commission. Sensation still existed down there. The soft, cushiony thighs of her lover served as the perfect pillow as she sat snuggly in her lap, embraced by a pair of strong arms, and a giant fluffy tail.

“… By that you mean ‘that’, right? Sex?”

“Mhm. Is it weird that I keep asking?”

“Not at all. The weird thing is that I’m never really the one who does.”

Frost sighed, feeling somewhat ashamed of this.

“Some man I am, huh?”

“Man? Want me to remind you who are you right now?”

Her lover’s tail slithered down past her legs, wrapping them up as her tail coiled around her neck. It allowed Jury to pivot her head upwards, readying her for an imminent kiss.

Lost in a haze of lust and passion, Frost resigned her body to Jury for the nth time, ready to be eaten once again by her lovable, big bad wolf.

“If I’m your master… then… please. I’m all yours.”

“Your wish is my command.”

The manor was vacant now. The Sleepy Frost was nowhere to be found either. Now that they had the house to themselves, Jury’s attentiveness rose. Her arms firmly locked Frost in place as she shifted her to the edge of the sofa.

“Shall we put you in something more comfortable? As your servant, it feels wrong to see you wearing a maid outfit, master~”

Master.

The word sparked a curious response in Frost. Never in a thousand years did she imagine that she’d become so… so turned on by a single word. Her heart blamed it on Jury’s sulty, irresistibly sweet voice that utterly enraptured her.

The area between her legs began to grow moist.

As if sensing this, Jury’s tail began to vibrate, causing her thighs to rub together.

“Change? Into… haaah… what?”

“A more casual look. I like it when you’re in normal clothes~”

“I… can’t argue with that… hah… Well, what are you waiting for? What? Enjoying the view… nghh…”

Frost couldn’t hide her pleasure. Never from Jury. The fact that she knew her body was craving her touch was enough to convince her that she was only her master in name.

The real master here – the one whose ministrations could send her mind over the edge – was the one holding her in place.

“Isn’t that a given? You’re always beautiful, master~”

Frost darted her eyes to the side, blushing like a maiden as Jury lifted her off the sofa.

“This one will do~ Nav’s gift for you is also a gift for me.”

Her tail sifted through the pile of clothes sitting on another sofa. What she brought back caused Frost to laugh lightly, right before a surge of pleasure caused her to shudder.

“The hoodie? With the thighhighs too? When did you become such a perv?”

“How mean~” Jury pouted playfully.

“Eh!?”

Suddenly, Frost was folded in half. Her knees were firmly pressed against her chest, and her arms dangled loosely by her side. Jury’s arms firmly locked her in place like a safety bar to prevent her from falling.

“I ought to punish you, master~”

Frost wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Her heart galloped as she gently pushed against her lover’s thighs, only to find that she was surprisingly weak in her bothered state.

“You’re so light~ Like. A. Feather. You should eat more! Aww. If only I had some ‘juice’ synthesized, then I could feed you. But oh well~”

“Feed? Juice? You’re not making a lot of sense– Ngh!?”

A light, gentle flick of Jury’s tail landed between Frost’s exposed boxers. Small, wet beads of her love fluids dripped, causing Jury to moan in her ear.

“Like slapping a wet sponge~”

“O-Oi –! Gh!”

“But you like it, right?”

“… I’m not going to say no…”

“Pap. Pap. Pap. It’s so cute.”

She sounded out the noises as her bulbous tip slapped against her now drenched boxers. Each slap was ever slightly more forceful, and it dug deeper into her boxers. The sensation was nothing like Frost had ever felt before.

But that was to be expected. After all, she was only exposed to three types of sex; fingering, cunnilingus, and tribadism. Jury had kept it simple so far.

“The fact that you’re going all out when I can’t even move my legs… Hmm!?”

It began grinding against her, the tip digging into her clothed slit with each sliding pass.

Jury’s tail glistened with her juices, and before long, her head flopped backwards, gazing up at her lover who adored every moment of this, almost as much as she did.

“And the finale~!”

One last, forward thrust of her tail sent stars flashing in Frost’s eyes. There was no such thing as a gentle orgasm for her.

After countless sessions with Jury, the result was always the same.

An orgasm powerful enough to drown her senses.

She couldn’t even buck her hips. All she could do was incoherently moan in soft dribbles like an animal.

“Are you ok?” Jury kissed her cheek.

The roleplay paused for a moment. A warm, ray of sunshine befell Frost as she looked up at those loving eyes.

Then, she reached up to cup her cheeks.

“I’m ok. But geez… You’ve gotten even more aggressive. Holding me like I’m a toy… Why the hell does it make my heart flutter so much? C’mere.”

She pulled Jury in for a kiss.

Her mouth was practically suffocated. This lasted for a while. Slowly, Jury’s tail opened to reveal the pink, fleshy petals. They nibbled at Frost’s toes, then, they removed the white stockings off before slipping on black and white-striped thigh socks.

Drool leaked out the side of Frost’s lips, but she didn’t dare to pull away.

Meanwhile, her maid outfit was methodically taken off. Replacing it was a simple black, oversized hoodie that caused Jury to plunge her tongue even deeper into her mouth.

“Mmmph…”

“Pwaaaah. Thank you master~ For not biting your poor servant.”

“Just who is the poor one here? Haaah… Should we take this to our room?”

“Aww. But I liked it here. How about upstairs?”

“… not sure if that changes anything, but why not.”

Suddenly, Frost was cradled sideways along Jury’s tail. Immediately, the tip slithered into her hoodie and before she knew it–

“You… my tit… Mnghh…”

“It feels just as good for me too! My tail’s extra sensitive! I won’t squeeze you too hard, I promise if that’s what you’re worried about.”

–The mouth of the tail greedily devoured her right breast. The petals completely latched onto her chest, locking it in place as it squeezed in an upward motion, as though trying to milk her.

Jury began walking up the stairs. Not wanting to be completely defeated, and a bit annoyed at how greedily her lover’s tail was ‘milking’ her, she pulled down the fabric between Jury’s breasts.

They spilled out into the world, surprising her. Then, before Jury knew it, Frost took one of her breasts and began licking it.

“Payback. Be glad I can’t use my teeth.” She grinned.

But this only excited her lover further.

“Oh Frost– I mean, master~ Are you forgetting why you hired me?”

“No? Huh? Do we have lore now? Er… No, what was it for?”

“Master~ Ahhh~ Such a clutz.”

“… Why do I feel like you’re using roleplay as a guise to actually call me a clutz?”

Frost murmured, toying with the large gifts from heaven resting right in front of her. If she died here, then she’d die a very, very happy woman.

Just then, amidst her bliss, something warm squeezed her exposed ass.

“Hmm!?”

“Sorry! Did that hurt?”

“No, I was just… surprised. What’s your hand doing down there?”

“It’s my diving rod.”

Jury stuck out two fingers, right before slithering them between her thighs.

“I’m looking…”

“A-Ahhh… Jury… Aaaahhh…”

“… for a water hole~”

Frost’s back arched, with tears brimming at the edge of her eyes. She couldn’t fathom how Jury was able to probe her insides so effortlessly, like an artisan armed with the finest of tools.

“I’ve missed how tight you are. I can’t move my fingers around all that well.”

“A-Ah… Is that… supposed to be… ngh… a bad thing…?”

“It’s always good! But it’s good to be reminded that even you have limits. I’d hate to hurt you.”

She said this despite ruthlessly scissoring her fingers, as if hoping to stretch her out. But by the virtue of being a Healer, such a thing was impossible. Her body would always remain in its most perfect, unsoiled state.

“Fuuuck…”

“I’m almost knuckle deep~”

“Can you please stop… narrating?”

“But master should know how her servant sees her~”

“Gaaah!”

Jury’s fingers were utterly drenched in a deluge of her fluids. The scary part was… or rather, the most tantalizing part was that she could tell that Jury was holding back.

If she so wished, then she could leave her absolutely wrecked.

This newfound knowledge excited her, and soon, after several strikes against a particularly pleasurable spot, her mind nearly turned to mush. Jury was aware that she was approaching her next climax.

And so, right before that could happen, she plopped Frost down onto a couch on the second floor, her fingers still lodged into her hungry hole.

“You’re stopping?” Frost asked dejectedly.

“Not at all! I just want to clean master up~!” Jury, after removing her fingers, knelt between her legs before devouring Frost’s unprotected mound.

“Haaaah…”

She couldn’t move her legs due to her condition. Nor could she buck closer nor further away from Jury’s invading tongue.

The bumps of her tastebuds rolled down the underside of her tiny clit. Small, pleasant jolts travelled up to her navel, causing her tightening abdomen to convulse. Seeing this, Jury placed a hand on her belly and began stroking her, all the while her other hand glided her fingers across her unresponsive thighs.

“Haaah… Haaaah… This is…”

She was eaten out with the elegance of a gourmet. Jury didn’t ravage her, nor nibble or keep her pinned down. She was surprisingly gentle this time. Her tongue plunged deeper than her fingers, to a place only she could reach, as though begging Frost to flood her mouth with her delicious nectar.

And soon, that was exactly what happened.

She squeezed a nearby pillow for dear life.

Her body quivered as she experienced the gentlest orgasm in her life.

“Delicious… And I mean it. It’s gotten tastier since the last time! I wonder if the taste correlates with what you’ve eaten.”

“… If raw meat is what you like, then… ugh… I don’t know.”

Frost poked at the tail that was still latched to her right breast. It was like an alien face hugger trying to impregnate her. Jury retreated from between her thighs, causing a look of discontent to appear on Frost’s face.

“Don’t worry master. I’m still not done yet.”

“What else… do you have in mind…?”

“Do you remember when I asked you if it was ok to use toys?”

Frost gulped.

She knew where this was going right away.

“Y-Yeah…?”

“Yay! Wait right there~!”

And just like that, after her tail unlatched itself from her breast, Jury left her for a brief moment.

Frost’s heart drummed like an animal bashing against a cage. Being stuck and unable to move whilst knowing where this was going caused her to feel more anxious than usual.

“… poor nipple. You’ve been through so much.” Merely breathing on the slightly swollen tit caused an incredibly amount of pleasure to course through her. “G-Gotta… be careful of that.”

Soon, a faint slapping sound of a thick tail against hardwood flooring drew near. Then, her lover emerged from around the corner, grinning wide and holding something large between her hands.

“What’s that…?”

“A present!”

She placed a box on the coffee table and then retrieved its contents.

A slim, double-sided…

“… A dildo… huh…”

Indeed. It was a pink, rubbery dildo that could be used by two partners at once. One side was thicker than the other, and she knew right away who that was for.

“Surprised!? An Elf suggested this to me!”

“Of course it was an Elf… That… is thicker than your fingers.”

“It shouldn’t hurt. Here.”

She handed it to Frost, allowing her to investigate it. The size was comparable to two of Jury’s fingers, albeit thicker. The other end was more in line with the thickness of a golf ball. It was slightly curved too.

“Look, Frost…”

Jury presented her dripping nether to Frost. Her knees slipped by her hips as she raised her skirt, holding it between her teeth.

“I mean… master. Would you like to do the honors?”

She was beyond just wet. Jury had been unconsciously lubing herself as she played with Frost.

“I should be fine… Please? Would you?”

Her hips rocked from side to side, eagerly waiting for the thicker head of the dildo to be inserted into her.

“Like this?” She guided it to her mound, and slowly, gently, pushed it in.

“Hmmm~ Keep going. Haaah…”

Her tail wrapped around Frost’s waist in response, as if being controlled by the pleasure.

The resistance was surprising. Her dripping hole was actively pushing it out, rather than taking it in. She had to push harder, causing her lover to inexplicably moan and quiver above her.

Eventually, she managed to push it all the way in. The way it was swallowed caused a tingling sensation to spark within her lower abdomen.

“Master…”

Jury pulled Frost’s legs onto the sofa, allowing her to lie on it. She then crawled over her, caressing her legs before pushing them aside.

“Look… this is how far it’ll reach~”

The slimmer end of the dildo nudged against her mound before plopping onto her belly.

Frost savored the moment, as did Jury.

This was it. There was no coming back from this now.

“G-Go… ahead…”

Jury blushed like a maiden in love, and at once, she dragged the dildo back and slowly pushed the rounded tip past her lips. Gravity assisted her as her arms were anchored to the side of her head.

“Haaaah… Oh my… Gh…”

Frost could feel it.

Slowly, slowly, it was pushed in. And bit by bit, Jury’s legs slid beneath hers. Her breaths grew rapid. The tip poked somewhere inside of her. It felt like it couldn’t go in any further, but Jury continued to push, stretching her gently.

“So… full.” Frost groaned pleasurably.

The fact that Jury hadn’t spoken yet was a testament of how pleasurable it felt for her as well. Jury was on the verge of climaxing from this alone, causing her to take a small, short break before her hips pushed.

Then, at the final inch, she collapsed on top of Frost, their hips colliding with a loud clap.

“Hngh!?”

“S-Sorry! Too much?”

“Not… at all… But…”

Frost whimpered like never before, her sweet voice only further stimulating Jury.

“Hold me. Please.”

“Master… I also recommend you wrap your arms around my neck.”

With some guidance, Frost managed to embrace her, just in time before Jury’s arms wrapped around her back.

“Frost… can I?”

“Please.”

This was all it took to burst Jury’s dam. Her hips began bucking against hers. The dildo scraped her insides before it was plunged back inside of her, causing her to see stars with every thrust.

Frost knew that she wouldn’t last. It was all too much. Jury was like a rabbit in heat as she threw her down onto the pink dildo to match her thrust, over and over again. She was so utterly ravaged by Jury that she could hardly recognize her climax from her usual state of mind.

And all she could do was whimper and whine in Jury’s ears, all the while a storm raged between their thighs.

“Master! Frost! I’m at my limit! How about Master!?” Jury released a high-pitched cry as Frost buried her head between her lover’s breasts.

“I’m… ninth… time maybe? Fuck… It’s coming again…!”

Her throat choked up, drowning out what would have been a high-pitched yelp.

Her orgasm hit her at the same time as Jury’s. Or so she wanted to believe. She was unsure when it began. The world flashed with color as an explosion blossomed beneath her navel, spreading across her entire body as she squeaked like a mouse.

This was all the while she was clinging onto Jury as though her life depended on it.

Jury continued for a few more thrusts. They were involuntary, and the result of her intense orgasm that caused her to greedily invade Frost’s mouth with her tongue, mewling and suffocating in utter bliss.

Finally, she relented, which caused a squelch as their juices poured out from between their thighs. The moment they both went limp, Jury whispered into her ear lovingly:

“… I enjoyed it… more than I thought I would. Thank you Frost.”

“You’re still… lodged inside me.” Frost murmured, brushing her lover’s hair aside so she could see her eyes. “Haaah… I won’t lie. I… liked that a lot. Not gonna move?”

“I wanna stay like this.”

“Yeah… why not. The afterglow is amazing too.” She smiled as Jury began patting down her disheveled hair. “Being on the receiving end… was quite the experience. Every time I looked down to see myself getting… well, fucked right here…”

She reached down but quickly pulled her hand away. The smallest movement caused the dildo to sink deeper into her.

“… Was another nail in the coffin for any semblance of being a guy. At this point I might as well just concede.”

The afterglow caused her to ramble on.

Truth be told, she was the happiest she had ever felt right now. But she couldn’t stay cooped here forever.

A hot bath would be perfect right now!

However, when she tried to move, Jury would not budge.

“Haaaah… Gh… Hey… Uh… Jury. Should we get up now?”

“Snore Hmmm… Frost… so cute… Snore”

“Are you asleep already – Mngh!? Huh!?”

The sleeping Jury lifted her hips slightly and pressed down on her, sinking the dildo deep into her belly.

“A-Ah!? Don’t tell me –!”

“Frost… Just like that. I’ll take good care of you…”

“Jury – You’re doing me in your sleep too–!? Naaaah!”

Suffice to say, Frost woke up the next day with more than just an unresponsive lower half.