Unseelie Girlfriend: Melisande (complete)

The Miss Fortune is a casino and hotel on Cornerstone Island. It’s just one of many establishments that the Unseelie Court has opened in the modern world. It was very surprising when, several years back, members of the Unseelie Court came forth to express their interest in integrating with modern society. The businesses they opened include a publishing firm, multiple casinos, a movie production house, and finally a law firm - which is where you work.

Specifically, you work for the Miss Fortune in house, dealing with the day-to-day business of the place, serving as a legal advisor in business plans, and signing off on almost everything. It’s a huge step up from your last job, where you were nothing but a glorified intern. You graduated at the top of your class and had high hopes, but being so young you were often overlooked. It wasn’t until a member of the Unseelie law firm sniped you that your skills were put to good use.

You’re still a low ranking member of the law firm, but many of the higher-ups have their fingers in much more dubious pies. The Miss Fortune is a means to an end, not their true objective. As long as the place runs smoothly and you do your job diligently, there is no reason for the bosses to even visit the Miss Fortune. 

Like most people, you have your doubts about the Unseelie. After all, for centuries they kept themselves separate from the rest of the world. Their history of malicious deeds also hindered their early attempts to integrate and build businesses, but their money eventually won over the right people. No surprise there. Hell, you often feel you’ve sold your soul for the money they seem to be throwing at you. You are nothing more than a babysitter to the casino at times, and yet you are paid like you’re keeping a secret. You aren’t. In fact, most of the time the business is quite boring - just the usual casino rigmarole. 

Of course, you deal with the Unseelie too - it’s hard not to. One of your coworkers is one of them, and although there is a certain creepiness about her, she is a diligent worker and often fun to work with. Talida also trusts you enough to let some Unseelie secrets slip.

It’s well known that iron makes fairies weak. To work around this, the Unseelie have formed a rather unnatural alliance with the Dwarves to forge the materials for their buildings. The Unseelie have also fashioned suits of a porcelain-like substance that they wear outside their new territories. Talida has even shown you the armor, and you marvel at the beauty of it. 

Talida usually deals with business that needs to go to the head office, which is in a secret location. The only people allowed to go there are Unseelie, or a few high-ranking mortal officials the Unseelie deem worthy enough to go. She has no illusions about being a glorified go-between.

You were recently seeing someone, and you thought it was getting serious, but out of the blue they break up with you over dinner. Disheartened and a little beaten, you go into work the next day trying to hide the fact you are heartbroken. Although you can’t hide much from the Unseelie - they see everything.

As you go through the day’s work, Talida comes into your office and sits down on the edge of your desk. “Tell the truth,” she says with a sharp grin. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

You sigh heavily. “I don’t want to talk about it, Talida.”

Talida faux-pouts. “Come now. You can tell me anything.” She slides her hand over her chest, and her sharp, back nails click across her buttons.

“Really?” You give her a skeptical look. “I can?”

She smiles, and her long white hair falls off her shoulder. “You’re heavy of heart and seem to need good news. Tell me, and perhaps you’ll be rewarded.”

You look up at her with an eyebrow raised. “Since when do the Unseelie reward people? I didn’t think that was your thing.”

Talida chuckles, her sharp features seeming more pronounced as she smiles. “I like you,” she says. “I might even dare to call you an ally. Call me sentimental, but I do like to help those who find their way into my favor.”

You slouch back in your chair and tap your pen mindlessly against your paperwork. “I got dumped,” you grumble. “Nothing exciting. Nothing new. Just dumped.”

Talida perks up a bit and her round, black eyes go wide. “Oh… I see.” She taps her finger to her lips. “Shall I send someone out to deal with your ex?”

You close your eyes and shake your head as you try to keep from laughing. “No! I don’t want that.”

She taps all her fingertips together and grins. “Then perhaps I can call in a favor from a friend. I know a succubus or two who can…”

“No, no, no!” You wave your hand for her to stop. “Really. You don’t have to do anything Talida.”

Nonetheless she frowns. “There must be something,” she murmurs. Then she snaps her fingers. “Why don’t you come with me to the Head Office?”

The hair on the back of your neck bristles. You look up from your desk and into her eyes. The black eyes of an Unseelie are hard to read, so you often look to their ears or the corners of their mouths to understand them. Talida’s ears twitch, but the corners of her mouth are firmly planted.

“You can’t do that. Can you? No!” You shake your head. “You can’t just take some random mortal to the Head Office!”

“I can too if I want.” Talida stands up off your desk. “Come with me tonight. We’ll drop off the paperwork and then attend the party.”

Your brow pinches. “The party?”

Talida nods. “The Head Office is full of surprises. You’ll have a lot of fun.”

You’re hesitant about the idea. After all, you’ve heard stories about what the Unseelie do to humans. Sometimes Unseelie even keep humans as pets, something you aren’t sure you want to risk.

“I really don’t know, Talida,” you grumble.

“What else would you do?” Talida scoffs. “Go home and drink? Come with me and drink! You’ll be able to take a shot from the belly button of anyone you choose.”

You frown. 

“Trust me,” Talida purrs. “You’ll find something there you would never discover at the bottom of a box of wine.”

You think hard on the offer, considering the risks. Sure, you’ll find something new, but would it be anything good? 

Despite these reservations, you end up taking the town car to the Head Office with Talida. The Head Office is located in an old part of town, where the buildings have stood for ages and everything looks just as it did in the past. The office is in an old Victorian mansion made of brick and stone. Outside there are guards patrolling, massive orcs and centaurs dressed all in black and wearing sunglasses. 

Talida steps out, flashing her badge to the guards who surround the car. Then she takes you by the arm and leads you up the front stairs. Once there, you sign a paper and are given a metal pin that Talida places on your blazer. 

“This will keep you safe,” Talida says.

Had you been drinking anything you would have spit it out. “Safe?”

Talida nods. “Yeah! So they know you’re not trespassing or anything.” She leads you down a hallway to drop off any and all business. The offices are almost empty, but Talida leaves her files on the vacant desks. Eventually, she takes you to a pair of French doors with an Orc guard on either side. They move to block you before you go in.

“No need to worry, boys,” Talida chuckles, “just here for the party.”

The Orc before you growls. “State the business of your mortal.”

“Oh, her,” Talida laughs. “She’s a friend of mine.”

The Orc growls again. “Do you acknowledge they may not be safe at the party, should you leave them unattended?”

“I know what happens to snacks when you leave them alone,” Talida scoffs.

You grip her arm. “What?”

The Orc stands aside and opens the door for you, and he pulls you inside before you can protest further. Once the door closes, you feel you’ve made a horrible error in judgement.

You turn to find yourself in a completely green room with a massive grand fireplace at the back. There are many Unseelie clustered about the room, most of them dressed in slinky, revealing clothing. There are several other creatures walking about dressed in green uniforms, who are handing out drinks and food. 

“Seems rather… calm,” you murmur.

“This is just the first room,” Talida chuckles. “Nothing more than a glorified reading nook.” She takes you aside to a room filled to the brim with clothes. “Now, let’s get you changed.”

“Changed? For what?” you ask.

“You don’t want to be in your stuffy work clothes all night, do you?” Talida starts undressing and pulls down a dress from one of the racks. “Find yourself something.”

You scowl a bit, but agree you don’t want to be wearing the same clothes all night. You search around the closet, finding nothing but black clothes in various stages of scantiness. Eventually, you pick out a turtleneck dress with the back completely cut out. You’re fine showing off your back and legs. You look for shoes but Talida explains everyone goes barefoot, and if need be fuzzy slippers are provided. 

You walk out of the closet and suddenly feel as if all eyes are on your back. You feel more exposed than if you had simply worn the dress with the boob window. You try to keep close to Talida, but as the night wears on, she seems to want to lose you. You keep checking that your pin is still in place, terrified of losing it. 

Eventually you find yourself alone. Talida is nowhere to be found, and you wander through many party rooms in hopes of finding her. Eventually, you come to an open door in the hallway, hearing banter and laughter beyond. You peer inside and see only Unseelie. You recognize a couple of them as the orchestrators of the Unseelie foray into modern human life. One of them is even the owner of the Miss Fortune. 

They turn and look at you, and you feel trapped by their eyes. You open your mouth to speak but nothing will come from your lips.

“My, my, a visitor.” A smoky voice cuts through the silence. “Why don’t you come in and introduce yourself?”

You look across the room and see an Unseelie woman sitting in a leather armchair. She’s beautiful and frightening all at the same time. Her milky-white skin has a pearly sheen to it, and her white hair is cropped short and styled into a swirl at her forehead. Her black eyes study you closely before she stretches out her hand. Her black nails are cut short, and one finger is covered by ornate black plating. Her frame is thin and she has exceptionally long legs, but the suit she’s wearing is perfectly tailored to her body. Under her blazer she’s wearing a corset.

The rest of the room seems to hold its breath as she speaks to you. As she wags her fingers, you step inside and the bodies part like the Red Sea. As you approach her, she pats her lap. “Have a seat with me,” she purrs.

There is a lump in your throat as your nerves ignite. You feel like taking such an offer would lead to drastic repercussions, but telling her no would feel like a sin on its own. You step towards her and tamely sit in her lap.

The entire world is still, waiting to see what will result from such an act. The Unseelie smiles and runs her fingers down your bare back, along your spine. The feeling is surprising. You do not dislike it, merely the reaction your body has to such a touch. Your cheeks grow red as you become aroused from the affection.

“And where do you come from?” she asks. She glances at your pin. “Is this your first time visiting the Head Office?”

You gulp and look into her eyes. “I work for the Miss Fortune,” you murmur. “I’m one of the legal team there. I work with Talida, and she brought me here.”

The Unseelie woman grins. “Ah, Talida. Devious thing, isn’t she?” Her fingers run up your spine again, and you feel dizzy. Then she snaps her fingers. “Bring me and my new friend a drink,” she says.

The room buzzes with murmurs of conversation, surprised and yet pleased with this new entertainment. The Unseelie woman tilts her head as she looks at you, her long white lashes lowering as her fingers trail over your exposed skin. 

“Do you know who I am, pretty thing?” she asks.

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have no clue.”

“Quite all right.” She reaches out, taking a flute of sparkling champagne and placing it in your hands before taking her own. “I usually don’t like the limelight.” She watches closely as you take a sip. “I’m Melisande.”

You choke. You want to spit, but if you spit now you’ll offend the most powerful person in the room, quite possibly the world. Melisande was an Unseelie Queen. and the one who owns all the businesses the Unseelies have opened.

“Ring a bell?” Melisande purrs. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I had no idea! I was trying to find Talida, and I just-”

Melisande taps her finger to your lips and shushes you. “Relax. You’re with me now, no need to worry about Talida and her flights of fancy. From now on, I will take care of you.”

You shiver as though some sort of sentence has been passed over you, but at the same time, Melisande is beautiful and dreamy. Her touch ignites sparks in you.

“Are you sure?” you ask timidly.

Melisande chuckles. “Of course! Make yourself comfortable, ask for anything you desire.” She nods her head towards the crowd around you. “Perhaps I should shoo them all away?”

“You don’t have to,” you smile shyly. “I’m fine here, really.”

Melisane sips her champagne, and your eyes linger down her plunging neckline. Her blazer and shirt cinched by the corset, and you can see the curve of her breasts and how her sharp clavicle juts out. 

Melisande’s fingers continue to glide up and down your spine, causing heat to pool in your loins and course throughout your entire body. Eventually, she takes your champagne glass from your hand and sets it aside.

“You’ve yet to ask for anything,” she murmurs. “Go on, it can be anything. Perhaps something to eat? The head of John the Baptist on a silver platter?” She winks at you. “Anything you desire.”

You’re tipsy on wine, and drunk from her touch. The heat in you is making you stupid and brave. “Well…” You chuckle and lower your head. “How about a kiss?”

Melisande’s smile breaks into a wicked grin. Her ears flick upward, and she brings her face closer to yours. “I’d love to.” She captures your chin with her fingers and leans in. You gasp softly as she kisses you. Her hand presses into your back, moving you closer to her. In your surprise you lift your own hand and accidentally cup her breast.

“I’m sorry!” you gasp as you start to pull away.

Melisande pulls you back in, kissing you deeply. As her tongue slips from your lips, she grins wickedly. “You can touch me all you want, pretty thing.” She breathes into your ear. “As long as I get the same favor.”

“Oh!” you cry. Melisande’s lips trail down your neck as she moves aside the turtleneck. “Well, um…” You chuckle nervously.

She pulls away, sweeping her eyes through the crowd. They all disperse, leaving the room and then shutting the door behind them. You can hear the muffled sounds of music and celebration elsewhere in the mansion, but this room is quiet. The fire crackles and pops, and the leather chair you’re in squeaks.

“Better now?” Melisande chuckles. “Just the two of us.” Her hand pets up your thigh, moving aside the dress. You suddenly become worried about the old, tattered panties you’re wearing. At least you’re not wearing your old bra with the tear in the right cup.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly.

Melisande kisses you again. “You feel as though you need it.” She tilts her head and looks into your eyes. “From the moment you stepped into the room, your body called out to me in desperation.” She undoes the buttons on the turtleneck and lets the front of the dress fall open. You gasp in surprise as your bare breasts become exposed. 

Your chest is small, but Melisande seems to not care. Her fingers brush over your breasts and gently tease your nipples. She twists one between her fingers and watches as it grows hard and dark. You whimper softly, biting down on your bottom lip.

Melisande kisses your shoulder and neck as her fingers sweep under the dress and between your thighs. She gasps then laughs at what she finds there.

“Soaked through,” she moans. “What a dirty little mortal you are.”

You close your eyes as her skilled fingers massage you, eventually slipping into your panties. Melisande giggles as her fingers rub your clit, stroking pleasure from you until a tortured cry leaps from your throat.

Melisande moves out from under you, taking her hands and kisses with her. She strips off your clothes so you’re sitting naked in the leather chair. She grins down at you and licks her lips hungrily. 

“Now, then.” She kneels in front of the chair. “I’m going to take proper care of you.” She grabs your hips and tugs them forward to the edge of the seat. “But this will not be free.” She kisses your belly and thighs, gently biting you here and there. Her lips brush against your wet folds and she moans against you.

“Yes, please,” you moan. “I want it.”

Melisande chuckles. “Are you sure?” She licks all the way up your slit.

You nod, having lost all the will to think. You only want to give in. “Yes, please.”

Melisande swirls her tongue around your clit and then wraps her lips around it. She moans against you, teasing you with soft licks and kisses, along with the occasional suck of breath. Her fingers massage your inner thighs, slipping down until two press inside you. You contract around her fingers as they move, swirling, then thrusting, crooking to rub against the flesh beneath your cervix.

You’re swimming, having never felt this sort of pleasure before. You take in deep breaths and tremble as Melisande pleases you. Once she starts sucking on your clit, you’re done for. You no longer try to hold back your voice - in fact, you vocalize quite loudly. As your orgasam builds to it’s peak, you don’t recognize yourself anymore.

Melisande laughs as she moves away from you. You tremble and shake in the chair, your vision nearly fading to a pinpoint. No one has ever coaxed from you something so earth-shaking as Melisande just did. You feel certain you’ll walk on jelly legs for days.

When you wake up, you’re lying under red blankets. Your head is resting on red silk, and there is the scent of rain in the air. You sit up from the bed to see Melisande standing before an open floor-to-ceiling window. Outside it is pouring rain, and thunder growls in the distance. Melisande is wearing a short red robe. Her hair is down, showing that the top is long while the sides are short. She turns, setting her teacup down as she strides back to the bed.

“Sleep well?” Her tone is a bit serious.

You sit up, clutching the blanket around your chest. “I did,” you murmur.

Melisande sits down beside you and kisses you. “I’m glad.” She smirks at you as she pulls away. “You were smiling so much when I tucked you in.”

“About that,” you start. “I didn’t mean for things to happen so fast! I went too far and I should have… I’m really embarrassed by how I acted yesterday, Lady Melisande.”

Melisande grins. “Please, call me Mel.” She brushes her fingers along your cheek and tucks your hair back. “And not to worry. I’m glad with everything I saw yesterday. It let me know that you and I are perfect for one another. Our bodies are responsive to each other.” She kisses you again. “From now on, you can behave that way only with me.”

Your hair stands on end. “What do you mean?”

Melisande kisses your cheek and neck. “From now on you will be my pampered, spoiled little pet.”