~Reigning Supremely Bored
Author’s Note: this is the sequel to Winter Wonderland and assumes you’ve read that story first.
Disclaimer: This is a work of smutty fiction, if you don’t like it or are too young, don’t read, etc. Author doesn’t necessarily condone anything contained herein, etc.
Tags: Yuri, Loli, Monstergirl [Yuki-Onna and Tsukomogami], Threesome, Orgasm Denial & Mild Femdom

	“Gods be damned,” Anali sighed as she put the taxation files back down on the desk. The little princess regent had some rude awakenings about becoming the leader of a nation, namely that it was so soul-crushingly boring. No wonder her forebears turned to self-destructive pursuits and screwing over supernatural entities for power – Supplicants weren’t always aware of how trivial their requests were and most paperwork only required the attention of the regent because of bureaucracy. 
	“What’s wrong?” asked Oyuka, who was hovering above her, tossing a ball into the air with one hand and catching it with the other. The ghost-queen and co-ruler had a somewhat easier time, mostly handing issues present within, and without, the slowly assimilating Yuki-Onna population. 
	“Don’t we have an accountant for this shit?”
	“Cursing is unbecoming of you, young princess,” Oyuka gave a wry grin.
	“Pardon me, but the point stands. We have too many taxes. We have a goods and services tax, but we also have a goods excise, a service levy, a luxury tax that can come into both, a transport tax if either cross two or more fiefdoms, an import tax if it came from elsewhere, a customs levy for everything that comes and goes between any fiefdom, within or without, a liquids excise, an alcohol tax, a spirits excise on top of that alcohol tax, a volatiles excise, which spirits also come under, an oil excise, which means oil is also hit with the volatiles, alongside wands which are hit with a magic levy-“
Oyuka caught the ball one last time and turned her gaze to Anali, “I’m going to stop you right there… Maybe you’ve been looking at this too long?”
	“We have taxes, on taxes, on taxes, on taxes. It’s beyond ridiculous, no bloody wonder everyone hated mother so.”
	“Well you did ask us to usurp her.”
	“And I inherited a crown of excrement.”
Oyuka sighed, “You’re too young to be so cynical,”
	“Am I? Look at the tax by holding, some of the local merchants paid zero tax, in accordance with the land’s laws while some of the serfs are losing 60% income to tax. I’m going to initiate a return to anyone who paid over 40%, but I don’t know what to do about the rest.”
	“I’ve always been a proponent for heavy handed methods…”
	“I can’t just send some of the royal guard up to their houses and demand money. They’re still unhappy with the whole regicide/fratricide thing. I don’t want intrigue in the court getting that much worse.”
Oyuka floated down and started massaging Anali’s shoulders, kneading some of the tension away.
	“Maybe you need a break to clear your head.”
	“A break won’t help though, I’m bored and angry at the same time. Do you not understand the depth of my suffering?”
	“Maybe we just need a distraction-“
Just as those words left Oyuka’s mouth, a maid entered. The blue clad girl’s name was Orelle, and she was… odd. When Anali freed all the palace servants from their indenture contracts, which amounted to slavery, Orelle was the only one who didn’t react with joy. When Anali offered those same ex-slaves the same work, but well paid and with better conditions, Orelle reacted was the only one who reacted with confusion.
She was a girl who appeared as young as Anali, which at first caused some about of supressed jealousy on the account of Orelle’s gigantic bust, until Anali learned that Orelle had back problems as a result. She had stark white hair and matching eyes, people often mistaking her as blind as a result. The truth was weirder. Anali’s insatiable curiosity led to her working through her mother’s research notes. From golem manufacture to ghost-binding, her mother was trying to find every possible method under the sun to find new sources of slave labour. Orelle was the result of one such venture, a tsukomogami, or artefact spirit. Her porcelain skin and the swirling blue ‘tattoos’ around her wrists and ankles were testament to her true nature.
Orelle was a tea set.
It took Anali the better part of several hours to explain that to Oyuka in full when she found out. Even though she looked human, that was a mental projection shaped by those she interacted with. In fact, Anali reasoned that if someone were to harm Orelle, her skin would likely chip like porcelain rather than cut like flesh. Normally, tsukomogami were the product of artifacts having long or storied histories that awaken a nascent soul. Orelle was simply the product of forced manifestation, and as such suffers some fallout. Thankfully, the problems seemed to only be a disproportionately large ‘assets’ and a crippling shy streak.
Anali spent much of her time thereafter helping the hapless girl, though there was a habit that Anali never succeeded in ousting.
	“Tea mistresses?” asked Orelle in her trademark, soft-toned, high-pitched voice. She had in her hands a tray, holding a teapot, four cups and their saucers. All of it was her true, physical body, spiritually bound together. If even one cup were misplaced, it would ‘find’ its way back to the rest. Not that Orelle would ever let that happen, chips and scratches caused untold pain to her and the one time Anali accidentally broke a cup, Orelle was bedridden until it was fixed. Thankfully, cracks and the like do heal with time and glue accelerates this process.
Anali sighed, “You know this is like if I laid down naked and had you eat sushi off my body, right?”
Orelle immediately blushed, “Um… if… um… What… are…you saying princess?”
Oyuka giggled, “she’s trying to tell you that you don’t have to serve tea with your body is all.”
	“Oh…” the blush died down slightly, “Your mother didn’t keep any other tea sets…”
	“I’m not my mother, you can buy another, I’ll spot you the gold for it.”
“But… I am a tea set. It feels nice to have warm tea in my pot.”
“I can tell it’s embarrassing for you though,” Anali stood, “I mean, you go bright beet red and everything.”
Orelle opened her mouth to respond but suppressed it just as quickly.
	“Speak freely Orelle, I’m not going to bite.”
The maid gave a meek smile, “No, you don’t. Your mother used to bite the lip and leave scratches. She’d smash any cups she wasn’t using, their saucers too. You don’t do that.” Orelle ignored Anali’s protests and placed the set on the table and started pouring. There was a relieved sag in her shoulders with every cup she filled.
Oyuka’s brow furrowed as she lowered herself to the ground “Why are you filling all four?”
	“Why do stick both hands in your pockets?”
Anali nodded, “We tend to forget about the cold. Neither of us really feel it.”
	“I feel it, but it won’t hurt me,” Orelle said absently as she took up a cup and saucer and handed it to Anali.
	“So, what do you feel when we drink from you anyway?” Oyuka asked as Anali took a sip.
Orelle blushed, “it feels… pleasant.”
	“Like a warm bath I’d assume?”
	“That’s a large part of it, but there’s more.”
She handed another cup to Oyuka. She blew the tea cold and skulled the lot in one swig.
Orelle gave a sharp gasp, “not so fast! It feels… pleasant and unpleasant at the same time! You have to sip slowly! And don’t cool it like that!”
	“You made the poor thing squeal!” said Anali.
Oyuka shrugged and moved on to the next cup. Orelle picked up the last cup and took a sip.
	“That must feel weird,” said Anali.
Orelle smiled, “I wouldn’t say weird.”
	“Then what would you say? Pleasant?”
	“Something like that…”
Anali paused. Her time with Oyuka has taught her a thing or two about noticing certain cues. After all, she and the Yuki-Onna were lovers. They had to learn when the other was… receptive. Either Orelle’s body language was on the far side of messed up or she was enjoying the experience more than she was letting on.
With a wry grin, Anali slowly inched her tongue out from between her lips and dragged the tip along the rim of the teacup.
Orelle let out a shudder as Anali did so, bringing her cup and saucer to her face in order to hide the glowing blush.
Oyuka picked up where this was going and skulled the rest of her tea causing Orelle to make a shrill cry.
	“S-s-stop that…”
Anali gave a slow, sultry sip of the tea, all the while running her tongue along the cup’s inside surface. As she finished the sip, she planted a long, lasting kiss on the rim.
Orelle’s cup and saucer were rattling on one another. Before long, Orelle put them down. 
	“E-excuse me…”
	“You’re not going anywhere,” smirked Oyuka as she sent a veil of frost to seal the door shut.
	“You kept serving us with… yourself despite knowing what it does to you. Surely this isn’t wholly unanticipated?” said Anali as she put down her saucer, running her newly freed fingers along the outside face of the cup as delicately as she could.
Orelle was shuddering with the touches, “I’m… s-s-sorry miss-s-tresses, I… I’ll… go get that tea set and-“
	“Too late,” said Oyuka as she filled the two teacups up once more, “I’m starting to really enjoy this tea and I’m not stopping until there’s none left.”
	“B-but-“
Anali grew more forceful with her tongue, pressing it flush against the surface before slowly dragging it up to the rim. Orelle whimpered a little as Anali drank another sip, playing games with the inside surface with her tongue as she did, once more with more force than before.
Oyuka drank greedily from one of the cups, tea dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. Feigning annoyance, Oyuka parted her kimono, exposing her ample breasts, a generous stream of tea running down her cleavage. Despite being a creature of frost, the cold still made her nipple stand on end, further accentuated when she ran her free hand across one breast and teased the nipple further.
	“You’re a maid, right Orelle, it’s your job to clean up. I mean, this is your tea…”
Orelle stammered, “Y-y-yes m-mistress, r-right away,” she immediately patted herself, looking for a cloth.
	“Do you like the tea Orelle?”
	“I-I b-brew it the way I like it m-mistress, s-so yes-“ she managed to suppress a squeal that nearly caught her at the end of the statement when Anali teased her with a renewed torrent of tongue motion.
Orelle approached Oyuka, finally having found the cloth, but she was only greeted by Oyuka’s disappointed chuff.
	“And waste one of the best teas this side of the aether itself? I won’t abide any servant who does.”
	“I-I d-don’t…”
	“You said you liked the tea, right?”
Orelle nodded.
	“You have a working tongue, yes?”
Orelle nodded some more.
Oyuka simply looked at her expectantly.
Orelle nervously gulped before complying, lapping the tea stream, which seemed to end around Oyuka’s navel, and slowly moving upwards. It wasn’t out of sensuality that she was moving so slow, but thoroughness. Not that it mattered to Oyuka, the warmth still felt just as good against her skin.
Oyuka grabbed the other cup and knocked it straight back, dispelling the heat as she did. Most of it didn’t even hit her mouth, instead splashing off her cheeks and down her front, running down her breasts and over her nipples.
Orelle was directly under it all and found herself splashed by it.
	“Oh, Oyuka, look at what you’ve done! If she doesn’t get that wet uniform off, she’ll catch a cold!” It was Anali’s turn to feign annoyance.
	“She’s still got to clean me, duties and all.”
	“I’m s-so sorry!” she said as she went back to her task. Her composure fracturing with every moment that passed, between the sultry games Anali played and Oyuka’s fingers through her hair, Orelle wasn’t going to last much longer. 
	“I… Misstress, if you don’t stop I’m…”
	“What?” said Anali, feigning ignorance as she made another lap around the rim.
	“I’ll…” her breathing accelerated and her body tensed and seized. And just as Orelle was about to hit that zenith where it all that pent up pressure was released, Anali stopped.
	“Oh, will something bad happen?”
Orelle was shaking violently, without that release, she was wound tighter compound bow string. 
	“You’re forgetting your duties maid…” Oyuka casually reminded her.
Orelle apologised profusely once more before getting back to it, being mindful to cover every square inch of Oyuka’s flesh. Anali’s ever so painfully slow sips of tea kept Orelle on the proverbial edge, adding more weight to the cracking dam, but stopping it from breaking. It didn’t help that Oyuka was obviously enjoying the ‘cleaning’, emitting pleasured moans in response to her tongue strokes. Oyuka even took to holding Orelle’s head still whenever she lapped at the nipples just to ‘make sure it’s polished’. 
When she was finally satisfied, Oyuka ‘let’ Orelle finally take her soaked uniform off.
	“B-but there’s not change of clothes in here…” Orelle tossed her uniform to the floor, keeping an arm over her breasts for modesty’s sake. She didn’t seem to notice that her white panties were soaked through with her juices so thoroughly that they were nearing being completely transparent. Anali couldn’t help but ponder if those juices also tasted like tea.
	“We’re all girls. You won’t need them yet,” said Oyuka.
	“b-but…”
Anali drank deep of the last of the tea in her cup, forcing a moan out of Orelle that interrupted her. The maid was shaking violently once more.
Orelle finally cracked, she had enough.
	“Please!” she breathed as she tried to approach Anali, but her shaking causing her steps to fumble and stagger, “J-Just… let… me… I… need… 
Oyuka rounded her and knocked back the unfinished tea that Orelle left earlier, the maid issuing an even louder moan, and an even more violent shudder, but no break in the dam as yet. Her legs failed and she fell to her knees, and from there her knees gave and she slid unceremoniously onto her hind.
	“Why… Why…”
It was too much for the poor maid, she was so far gone that she was drooling, streams of it running down her chin and her massive bust. Tears were welling, but not of the upset kind, more of the ‘my head’s about to explode and I can’t think straight’ kind. Anali wondered if her juices would form a puddle if they left her down there much longer.
It was Anali’s turn to use her magic, this time forming chains of ice that came from the ceiling, wrapping around Orelle’s wrists, lifting her limp body to its feet.
Anali approached, sliding the maid’s panties down.
	“Please…”
Oyuka approached from behind, letting her kimono drop to the floor. She slid her hands over Orelle’s breasts and fondled, all the while planting slow, wet kisses down the back of Orelle’s neck.
Shuddering, gasping, Orelle was practically thrusting herself at Anali at this point.
Anali slowly dropped to her hands and knees and opened her mouth, taking a good long time of looking at the maid’s bodily temple. She even paused for a moment to consider what this would even feel like to her, probably kind of alien as her sense of touch didn’t fully marry up to human experience.
Orelle could see the slow, careful consideration on Anali’s face as Oyuka’s fingers teased her nipples upright and her kisses became wetter and more passionate. A weird mix of lust, anguish and rage was spiralling inside her mind, unable to comprehend what was taking Anali so long.
Satisfied at the desperate look on Orelle’s face, Anali slowly, tenderly kissed her inner thigh, making sure to take up as much of her juices as she could. Her hypothesis also proved true, she did taste a little like tea. Anali jumped between both inner thighs, moving barely fractions of inches upwards with each plant of the lips and stroke of the tongue.
Orelle’s mind had ground down to the rough consistency of scrambled egg. Wound tighter than a chaste paladin’s codpiece, Orelle was now completely vacant outside of that need for release. It didn’t help the drooling, which Oyuka simply took in her stride when she took up the spit with her fingertips and lathered it over Orelle’s breasts.
So when Anali planted her first, sultry kiss upon her pussy, some life came back into Orelle’s eyes. She blinked faster, to her own chagrin as it made the welled tears worse.
A second kiss came, sensation was starting to flood from her nethers, rising in a gale of tingling nerves.
Then Anali’s third kiss stopped half way and the tip of her tongue wormed its way through her vulva.
The apex lasted a lingering moment as Anali paused once her tongue made headway… then she forced her face into Orelle’s sex as hard as she could, lapping up all the delicious juice, probing, penetrating with her tongue. Taking the time to run her lips over Orelle’s clit, Anali was trying to wring Orelle out for all it was worth.
The dam fell.
Orelle’s shuddering couldn’t stymie the climax, her choked gasps were accelerating and she was no longer in any control of any of her physical faculties. It was messy, mindless and almost animal, something Orelle thought herself incapable of experiencing.
Red faced, covered with tears and spit, Orelle still tried to maintain some kind of composed mask through it. It didn’t work. She didn’t ride the orgasm, it rode her like she was a discount pony.  The volume of pitch of her screams cracked some of the ice wall in her desperate attempts to get some air into her lungs. She forced herself into Anali’s face as well as she could, trying to get that tongue deeper into her most hidden recesses. She pressed herself back into Oyuka, trying to make those kisses on her neck feel better with the attempt despite it not making sense to.
Anali didn’t expect the flooding torrent of juices that hit her like a wave, and she certainly didn’t expect most of that to be squirted directly into her eyes, but she persisted, energized by Orelle’s wailing, clutching onto the maid’s legs for support. She added length to the ice chain, so that Orelle’s hips could press in just enough that her tongue could get to those secret places and taste what was there.
By the end of it, Orell fell completely limp, dangling off the chains. They both stopped when she was proving unresponsive to their continued attempts at pleasuring.
Oyuka rounded to Anali, concerned.
	“I… think we broke her…”
	“I’m… okay…” Orelle’s voice deflated the worry.
She looked a pathetic, if incredibly adorably so, creature. Almost on her knees, but not quite due to the chains, she looked up. Still teary-eyed, still drooling, not at all concerned about either, due to the growing smile on her face.
	“Did… did you like the tea mistresses?”
	“I think it’d be better with an extra ingredient,” Anali winked.
Oyuka missed the reference, but Orelle giggled.
	“I’ll make a better tea m’lady, don’t worry about a thing…”
Oyuka shrugged, “recover quickly maid, you still haven’t finished cleaning me off.”
Orelle shakily tried to stand, but her knees gave out, “I’ll… let you know when I’m ready… and Princess Anali…”
	“Yes?”
	“I would like to eat sushi off you sometime.”
Anali’s eyes went wide as her face lit up in a bright scarlet cast.
Oyuka hit the ground laughing.