Beneath the Plum Veil



       The Goetia manor was unusually quiet this morning. No birds. No howling winds. Just the faint clinking of silver on porcelain as Fenir ate her breakfast alone.
       She was halfway through slicing into a syrup-drenched pancake when Stolas glided into the dining hall, already mid-sentence on his phone call. His robe sparkled faintly in the sunlight pouring through the tall gothic windows, feathers fluffed from haste.
       Fenir looked up, fork in her mouth. She had long since learned to tune out the absurd details of Stolas’ work calls, but this one sounded more urgent than usual.
       Stolas snapped the telephone shut with a sigh and turned to her.
       —Fenir, sweet thing, can you please get Via ready? Her teacher will arrive soon, and I really need to get going. —He leaned closer, showing care despite the urgency—.
       Fenir blinked. She licked syrup from her claw absentmindedly and nodded.
       —You got it.
       Stolas smiled, briefly ruffling the fur between her ears as he passed.
       —Thanks, darling.
       Fenir watched him disappear in a flash of swirling stars and hell flame, leaving behind a faint whiff of burned lavender. She finished her meal in silence, tail twitching slowly.
       
       ***
       
       Upstairs, the manor seemed to stretch forever. Ornate tapestries, family paintings with eyes that followed, the works. Fenir padded quietly down the long hallway she knew better than her own claws. Octavia’s room was near the west wing tower, surrounded by floor-length curtains and ivy that somehow grew in hell.
       She paused at the door.
       Usually, she knocked. But they’d grown up together. Bathed together as pups. Fought over stuffed crows and sung embarrassing lullabies to each other until sleep took them. They were close. Or… they had been.
       Lately, things had changed.
       Octavia had become distant. Not in the bratty, rebellious way of a typical Goetia teen –she was quiet, reserved, detached. The laughter had stopped. The midnight telescope sessions. The rooftop music jams. Gone, like feathers in the wind.
       But Fenrir had also grown too. More aggressive –not in a violent way but forcing the friendship to continue like the traditional sisterhood it once was. Determined to never let the dividing line of social status to get between them.
       Fenir took a breath and turned the doorknob.
       —Octavia? Rise and sh—
       She froze mid-step, eyes locking onto the figure tangled in midnight-blue silk sheets, legs splayed, body curled –her hands deep between her thighs.
       The silence was suffocating.
       Octavia gasped, bolting upright. Her feathers fluffed in panic, eyes wide as plates, her face a deep, molten red.
       Octavia quickly closed her legs, hiding her dripping wet fingers of one hand between her legs and using the other to try and cover her big squishy breasts. She had the body of a woman anyone would want to dive into. Her big butt attracting every fainting glance whenever she walked, yet an hourglass figure that claimed the fragility of a rose.
       —Fenir?! Get out!
       Fenir should’ve looked away. Should’ve apologized. Should’ve left, like a proper servant or guard or childhood friend would.
       But she didn’t.
       Her pupils narrowed, a deep growl rising in her throat –not one of anger, but something more primal, a pull she hadn’t felt in years, or more so, a dormant feeling she always had but constantly tried to ignore. She shut the door slowly behind her, her instincts latching onto the scent in the air, the heat radiating from Octavia’s flushed skin, her breathless panting.
       —...You didn’t lock the door. —Fenir said, voice rougher than usual—.
       Octavia pulled the sheets tighter.
       —I didn’t think you would just walk in without—!
       —You didn’t stop. —Fenir added—.
       The younger Goetia faltered, cheeks burning brighter, tail twitching against the bed.
       —I didn’t. I was embarrassed! You surprised me!
       Fenir stepped forward, slowly.
       —You didn’t stop.
       Octavia looked away, refusing to answer.
       It wasn’t the first time Fenir had caught the tail-end of Octavia’s deeper urges. A scent in the hall. A faint moan through the wall. But she’d never walked in on it before. Never seen how needy she looked. How beautiful, when her guard was down.
       But deep within she too wanted something like this to happen. Every time she could sense Octavia’s self-indulgence –she would dive within it too. Playing with her breasts, stroking her cock while wondering how it would feel to have Octavia moan her name.
       A silence stretched between them –no longer awkward but charged.
       Fenir’s instincts flared, the hellhound within her clawing beneath her skin. Protective. Dominant. Hungry.
       Still, she gave her a chance.
       —Tell me to leave. I will.
       Octavia stared at her, lips parted, unsure. She didn’t know it was a teasing lie, and that in reality there was no turning back for either of them –her voice a whisper. 
       —...Do you want to?
       —No.
       Fenir’s paws padded softly across the carpeted floor as she approached. Her every step was slow, deliberate –giving Octavia time to say something, anything.
       But the princess didn’t.
       Her legs flexed faintly in response to Fenir’s closeness, her talons clenching into the fabric of her sheets. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts. The scent in the room –arousal tinged with shame –was thick, cloying.
       This was different to any of those previous nights.
       Fenir stopped at the edge of the bed.
       Octavia met her eyes.
       There was no trace of the haughty, withdrawn noble there –only a girl. Lonely. Starving for something she couldn’t name. Her hands trembled, sheets bunching tighter around her chest.
       Octavia finally loosened her grip on the sheets. She looked smaller than usual –fragile in a way Fenir had never seen her. Her feathers were ruffled, her hair tangled. Vulnerability looked unnatural on her, and yet it suited her in an intimate, strange way.
       That made Fenir’s ears twitch.
       Then Octavia took a shaky breath.
       And there was silence again.
       It hung between them like incense smoke.
       Fenir’s throat tightened.
       She reached forward, slowly brushing a stray lock of black hair from Octavia’s face, claws feather-light. The girl leaned into the touch before she realized what she was doing –her face blooming red again.
       Before either could realize it, Fenir was already on top of Octavia, finally sharing the bed after years of not doing so.
       It was like they were children again and during those good old days.
       But this time was just different enough to show the poetry of life.
       With Fenir caressing Octavia’s hair. And Octavia feeling Fenir’s shape. Her strong torso, her breasts, her scars around the shoulders.
       The rescued hellhound saved by the Goetian embrace. Left for dead on the streets. Fenir’s body spoke of the past through her present, each unhealable wound forming a part of her essence.
       Octavia was able to sense her strength through them and contrast it with the gentle grasp of today –and it was perfect. It has been so long since they last seen each other, it was due they met again.
       So, the hellhound did just that. She explored Octavia’s body, her scent. She made sure the girl that was her friend was still there with her.
       The princess moaned. The touch of Fenir’s claws arousing her to no end as it went around her nipples –only stopped by the evil fabric of her clothing.
       So, she it again, but this time under.
       She sneaked her hand and pinched them –those round and firm tits only bestowed to royalty. She squeezed them, and the lonely owl moaned again.
       Octavia tried to do the same to Fenir, but her pleasure wouldn’t let her. She was intoxicated by it –her body was begging for more and the screams were too loud to ignore.
       She let herself be used.
       She wanted to be used.
       Octavia tried to touch Fenir again, but she couldn’t concentrate enough with all the pleasure coursing through her body. It felt so... unnatural for her, like she was losing control of herself. The sensation terrified and aroused her in equal measure.
       As if reading her mind, Fenir took one of Octavia’s hands and guided it between their bodies until her fingers found the right spot.
       —Here... —She murmured—.
       Even through Fenir’s pants, Octavia could feel her cock getting stiff. She remembered when they were children and compared their bodies, now she compared them again.
       Now knowing what it is for and how it worked. She wished to see it in action.
       Wondering how it would feel not only to have someone inside but Fenir of all people.
       She was big, she was willing, but most importantly, she was her friend.
       The princess moaned, her hand rubbing Fenir’s crotch as she explored her, feeling her heat and wetness through the thin fabric of their underwear. But it wasn’t enough. She tugged at Fenir’s boxers with her free hand, desperate to feel more of her. Fenir grinned, a feral glint in her eyes.
       —Patience...
       She breathed, moving her hips suggestively as Octavia’s touch drove her further and further into madness now that feathers touched her fur.
       But patience was thin on both.
       With a sudden movement, the hellhound threw off the remains of their clothes, revealing her naked form to the moonlight streaming through the window. Her scars seemed to glow in the dark, a testament to all she had endured and survived. With a wicked grin, Fenir lowered herself onto Octavia’s engorged nipple, sucking and biting it until the princess was screaming her name.
       —Fenir...
       Octavia breathed, her fingers digging into the bedding as she arched her back helplessly.
       —I need...
       But Fenir was already moving, lowering herself between Octavia’s spread legs with a hungry growl. The warmth of the bed gave way to cooler air, revealing the wetness glistening on Octavia’s folds. She parted them gently, sliding her fingers inside before circling Octavia’s clit expertly with her thumb.
       —Fenir...!
       Octavia moaned, arching her back again as the pleasure coursed through her body. Fenir took this as an invitation to slide two fingers deeper inside, stretching and filling her in a single thrust that made Octavia cry out. She moved her fingers in time with her own breath, each stroke matching the beat of her heart against Octavia’s body. The hellhound leaned down again, capturing one of Octavia’s nipples between her teeth, sucking gently as she continued to fuck her fingers in and out of the princess. She could feel Octavia growing tight around them, could taste her desperation on her, and it only served to fuel her own desire. She pulled her fingers free with a wet pop, watching as they shined with Octavia’s arousal. With a wicked smirk, Fenir replaced them with something much larger, guiding herself to Octavia’s entrance. Slowly at first, she pressed inside, stretching the tightness around her and eliciting a gasp from the princess beneath her.
       —Ah... Fennn... wait!
       Octavia whimpered, feeling full and empty all at once as Fenir bottomed out within her. The hellhound lowered herself further, burying her hips into Octavia’s legs, hugging them around her waist for support as she began to move.
       It was so sudden, so wild.
       She didn’t even bother to tease Octavia or stop to consider a gentle approach.
       Fenir was overtaken by lust.
       She took her cock and forced it inside, no questions asked –and Octavia got her fill.
       For the first time, the owl princess felt what was to have a dick inside. A real one.
       Not a toy, not a mock-up object. But a hard, warm piece of real meat that could truly push her insides to the limit.
       It was hot, and big and more than she could take for her first time –but it didn’t matter.
       And Fenir loved it too. The princess felt better than anything she had ever felt.
       Warm, tight, inviting.
       The more she pushed it in, the deeper she wanted to go. Pulling out was simply torture.
       But it was this dance between those two that made it perfect. It was meant to be this way.
       For the first time in years, Octavia felt free. Free from her responsibilities and free from any worry that might distract her from this moment of pure bliss. She clutched at Fenir’s back, digging her claws into flesh as their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm that echoed through every cell in their beings. The pain was exquisite, and the pleasure even more so. Every thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through her, making it impossible for Octavia to think about anything but the woman above her and the thick length buried deep within her body.
       Her hips rose to meet Fenir’s each time, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried desperately to match their pace. She could feel herself growing close on the edge of something immense that threatened to consume her completely. With a choked moan, Octavia arched her back, claws digging deeper into Fenir’s flesh as waves of ecstasy washed over her like a tidal wave. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, tearing through every nerve ending and leaving her panting for air beneath the weight of Fenir’s body. The hellhound growled low in her throat as Octavia’s pleasure rippled through her own body, causing a shudder that sent shockwaves to her core. With a final thrust that seemed to last an eternity, Fenir let out a shout and came as well, her seed pouring into Octavia as they both were consumed by the fire of their release.
       Fenir’s cum was hot, it burned her insides as it made its way to her womb. It filled every inch of the princess, and as the hellhound continued to thrust violently. And whatever amount was left, mixed with the owl’s fluids to leak from her torn out pussy.
       Octavia had finally turned into a woman.
       They collapsed together onto the bed, limbs tangled and hearts racing, breaths sawing in and out in unison. For what felt like an eternity, there was only silence between them. The sound of laboured breathing filled the room as Fenir carefully and lovingly kissed Octavia. When enough time went by, Fenir lifted herself up onto her elbows, gazing down at Octavia with eyes that held a mix of love and lust that could have made even the coldest heart melt. She brushed away a few strands of hair from the princess’ face before leaning down to press their foreheads together.
       —We really should get up before your teacher comes…
       She whispered, her voice sweet and tender.
       Octavia chuckled softly and reached up to cup Fenir’s cheek, brushing her thumb over the crooked scar around her snout.
       —Now who’s the one afraid of getting caught?
       Octavia replied, her laugh bright and lovely.
       —I mean… if you’re into that…
       —I… don’t think so. —Octavia replied with embarrassment—. I still can’t fully believe we even did it at all.
       —I can.
       —Liar.
       —I mean, we just fucked. —Fenir mocked her—. Or well… More like I fucked you, since I did all the work.
       —More like I let you fuck me.
       —Really? Teasing me this soon? Do I have to force my rule then?
       —Maybe you’ll have to. —Octavia looked away in embarrassment, her face red—. Maybe I want you to…
       They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies slick with sweat and joined together in a way that seemed impossible just hours before. Octavia knew that after this they would have to go back to their separate lives; pretending nothing had happened, acting as if they were strangers again. But for now, they had this moment, and it was enough.
       As the minutes wore on, and after realizing there was still plenty of time left –they didn't hesitate to do it again. This time with more care, greater attention to the feelings and sensations. They found new ways to please each other, to make their bodies tingle and ache with need. Octavia suckled on Fenir's nipples like a hungry chick, her tongue dancing around them and drawing out moans of pleasure from deep within the hellhound. Fenir returned the favour, leaving attention to every inch of Octavia's body, marking her with kisses and bites that left their skin flushed and glowing.
       They made love again and again, losing themselves in the sensual dance that seemed so natural between them. Each time they connected was deeper, more intense than the last. The sheets grew tangled around them, sweat trickling down their bodies as they pushed each other to heights of ecstasy they had never before imagined possible.
       Finally, spent and sated, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their bodies entwined like vines in a sunlit garden. Breathing hard and gasping for air, their chests rose and fell in sync. It was, without a doubt, the most incredible morning of their lives, a moment so perfect that neither one of them wanted it to end, fearing that reality would intrude upon their bliss.
       So –contrary to any previous statement they might have made about the boundaries of their relationship– they made a promise, a vow that resonated with the depth of their newfound connection: to do it all over again.
       They would seize any opportunity, embrace any moment that came their way, and whenever they felt like they could not go on without the other, they could meet somewhere sacred.
       Whether it was Octavia’s room, or Fenir’s, it didn’t matter as long as they could please each other the way they had done that day. The physical closeness had ignited something profound between them, a spark that neither had anticipated but both now craved.
       And this is how a friendship that had once felt long gone was renewed, blossoming in unexpected ways. The two girls who had once been the closest of friends, sharing secrets and laughter, now found themselves transformed into the closest of lovers. Their bond, once rooted in platonic affection, had evolved into something deeper, richer, and utterly exhilarating.
       In the days that followed, they would carry the memory of that morning with them, a beacon of joy and intimacy that would guide them through the complexities of their new relationship. Each glance, each touch, would serve as a reminder of the promise they made –to cherish one another and to explore the beautiful, uncharted territory of their love.
       
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