[21:45] Lethe Alanis: What's the matter, cutie~
[21:45] Lethe Alanis: hmmmm?~
[21:47] Amelia Wych: Who are you callin' the cutie here?
[21:47] Amelia Wych: You're clearly the cute one.
[21:48] Lethe Alanis: Not hardly, pet <3
[21:49] Amelia Wych huffs! "I--You hush!"
[21:50] Lethe Alanis giggles a little, making no effort to hide it. "What's the matter, dear? Getting all flustered from a little bit of teasing?"
[21:53] Amelia Wych can feel a deep blush coming on, and she just shakes her head, as if that'll make it go away. "No, of course not. You're just... mmn." She crosses her arm and looks off to the side. "You're just bratty."
[21:54] Lethe Alanis steps in close, trailing a finger up Amelia's chest, catching her chin and tilting it to look into her eyes. "Bratty, hm? I think I prefer the term.... alluring."
[21:57] Amelia Wych gently tries to pull away from Lethe, face scrunching up as if a scowl would hide how terribly warm she's really feeling... and staring at her, now, it just fades into something more... dejected? Noat at Lethe, at herself--at Lethe, there's definitely interest, if a bit of frustration. "...Don't know about that," she mumbles, "Who do you... think you are, calling me that?"
[21:59] Lethe Alanis smiles at the witch reassuringly, trying to resist the urge to tug playfully at the girl's ears. "I'm no one, pet. Not unless you want me to be, anyway..."
[22:05] Amelia Wych just locks eyes with her, gaze narrowing as she tries to tell what her motives are. She's never met this girl in her life, and here she is, taunting her. Ha! Pet, really? Who does she think she is? Amelia isn't someone's PET, she's... she's an accomplished... she's an individual, who--oh god damnit, why does she feel so hot? "...Mmm... I don't..." It should be really easy to tell her off, to blast her, to walk away--but. There's a part of her mind that asks... 'what if'. 'What if tonight is one of the best nights of your life'? 'What if you love it'? 'What if,' 'what if', 'what if'...

"...I... suppose," she drawls, ducking her head as she grips at the hem of her skirt, "You... could be something. If you're serious."
[22:08] Lethe Alanis give a more gentle smile now, trying not to push the cute little witch too fast. "Is that so? Then you can call me Lethe."
[22:11] Amelia Wych feels a lot calmer when she looks back to the girl, now, finding her smile a little more pleasant--and knowing her name adds a lot. "Amelia. It's nice to meet you, Lethe." ...Well, isn't this courteous. Certainly a change in tone from their, err, original introductions. "...Do you just... act like that, to anyone?" Well, nevermind that.
[22:13] Lethe Alanis feels a smirk flit across her face in response to the question. "Only mostly everyone. And only particularly to the ones I think I could have some... fun, playing with~"
[22:19] Amelia Wych takes a sharp breath. She doesn't know if it's better or worse that this girl does it a lot... probably better? Helps her not feel singled out. ...Even though that means that she's one that would be 'fun to play with', which is foreboding in the best of ways. "...Oh yeah?" she finds herself continuing, mouth moving without much thought to it, "And what kind of fun does a girl like you look for?"
[22:22] Lethe Alanis blinked slowly, an almost feral grin spreading across her face. "Do I really need to spell it out for you, pet? I think you already know -exactly- what I'm looking for."
[22:30] Amelia Wych feels her tail start to wag at an alarmingly fast pace as she stares back at her, her expression just getting tighter as her face gets hotter... and then she nods, tentatively smiling back, no match for that powerful grin. "I- I mean... I could certainly guess." Her fingers tense, and she shouldn't... but she forces herself to continue. "You want me to be your pet. For you to do... anything with."
[22:35] Lethe Alanis watched Amelia struggle with the words, every part of her screaming to just pounce the bunny girl and see how loud she could get her... no. She had to wait. She wouldn't make her move until the absolute, perfect moment. "Is that what you think? I call everyone pet, dear... but something tells me there's a reason your mind jumped to that first. Is someone feeling a little needy? Maybe you just need to give up some control for a while, and relax..."
[22:40] Amelia Wych takes a hard gulp of air when it hits her--no it's spelled out to her... she... there... there was no meaning behind pet. There never was! She just--It's just a word she uses, she wasn't... if Amelia was flustered before, than she REALLY is now. But at this point, denial won't get her anywhere, nor will sputtering and pouting. After all, her face and tail are doing a good enough job spelling out her real feelings anyways. "I... mean..." she struggles, fingers running together, eyes constantly darting away from and onto Lethe. And she really is cute. It's--It wouldn't be so... bad to just accept it, right? Let this cutie just... take the reigns? "That would be nice." She forces a nod. No, no, she has to own up to it, she can't be so offhanded. "Being your pet, that is. It sounds lovely."
[22:42] Lethe Alanis can hardly contain herself. Almost, almost... "Come on dear. If you want it, you need to show your conviction. Tell me what you want."
[22:47] Amelia Wych has half a mind to turn heel and run away, but--no, she wants it, she wants it. It's a bad, BAD idea, but maybe that's why she wants it? Maybe she's earned a bad idea once in her life? "I-I want to be your pet! Control me, take me, I don't care!"
[22:53] Lethe Alanis couldn't hold back any longer, the bulge in her pants clearly visible, twitching when those fateful words crossed Amelia's lips. "Good girl. Didn't it feel good to be honest with yourself?" Not waiting for a response, Lethe closed the distance quickly between the two, her mouth pressing greedily to Amelia's as she let a hand seek out an entrance to Amelia's clothing, teasing its way beneath her skirt and sliding her panties to the side. Her fingers traced slow, lazy circles around Amelia's nethers, even as she deepened the kiss, growing light headed as she focused on tasting the witch in any way possible.
[23:00] Amelia Wych does try to respond, but soon finds herself startling as Lethe forces herself on the witch, taken back by how lustful she is! ...But it only takes a moment to adjust, and then she's kissing her back almost just as passionately, arms wrapping around the girl tightly as she lets her work over her, well aware of how exposed she's becoming and loving every second of it. Her mind replays what Lethe said in her head... and 'good girl' is the one that makes her tremble in anticipation. Whatever fate has in store for her, she's ready for it. And if she's not, well. She's ready to adjust.
[23:07] Lethe Alanis finally broke the kiss when her vision started to blur, flushed and panting as she stared deep into Amelia's eyes, her own smoky with desire. Her hand doesn't stop moving though, dipping slowly inside Amelia and exploring the witch's slit. "What does my pet want from her mistress? Quickly now, while you still remember how to form words." She punctuated it by working a third finger into Amelia, rubbing her walls as she searched for the spots Amelia enjoyed most.
[23:18] Amelia Wych is momentarily distraught to feel the kiss break away, and then immediately that feeling is replaced with total ecstasy as she gasps, legs wobbling as she threatens to fall down, enduring a lovely, pleasurable assault from Le-... from... from her mistress. That extra finger has her reeling, and her mistress is right--she's not going to be able to do much more than squeak and moan pretty soon. "I-I want-" she flushes, interrupted by every small jolt of pleasure flowing through her, "Mmn, c-...Collar, collar me! Make me y-yours, treat me like a pet, order me around, make me beg for more!" Previously she might've had more of a filter, but now? That's all gone. She'll have plenty of time to be embarrassed about it later--for now, she can only do what her mistress asks. She's saying what she wants. Just as ordered.
[23:24] Lethe Alanis was leaking through her own clothing now, her body flushed by what she was doing. Amelia was like putty in her hands, and she wanted nothing more than to do with her as she saw fit. "Good girl... it's so refreshing when you're honest." She rummaged around in her bag for a few moments, her other hand still openly fingering Amelia, probing at her in an effort to really work her up. "Now where was... perfect." Reaching back out, she trailed a thin pink collar, the word "Pet" emblazoned on it in heavily contrasted black. She wasted no time in slipping it around Amelia's neck, cinching it down just a little at a time, until it was tight enough for Amelia to feel it every time she moved her head. "It looks amazing on you, pet. Perfect for my cute little bunny." With that settled, her fingers quickened without warning, pistoning inside Amelia as she kissed the witch again, her fingers rubbing along Amelia's walls as fast as she could handle.
[23:34] Amelia Wych feels... elated, every time Lethe tells her she's good, or that she's cute, or otherwise lavishes her with any sort of praise. The fingers is nice--it's really fucking nice, as every little squeak and shudder of pleasure lets Lethe know--but her mistress's words are like music to her ears. And now she has a collar on, and she can feel it, oh god, it happened. She didn't think she'd have one with her! But she does, and she's wearing it, and she's--she's her cute little bunny, and she's working over her so fast, oh god. In the back of Amelia's mind, she's shocked at how far down she's managed to gin barely a few minutes, but she is almost unanimously in love with her choice to do it. The chance to break away from her stresses and worries just stumbled into her lap in the form of a cute, dominating girl... how could she pass that up? How could she pass up her lovely mistress, who she was kissing back as hard as she could, desperate to return that affection, hips twitching with every little rub as she already feels so close to the end. "Your cute b-bunny...~"
[23:38] Lethe Alanis broke the kiss for only a moment, dragging her teeth along Amelia's neck with no pressure, simply to remind her that they were there. Her fingers were a blur inside Amelia, and she didn't care whether or not she herself got release tonight, the first step was simply making sure Amelia was addicted to the feeling. "You are my cute bunny, Amelia. Such a cute little pet." Her fingers moved for all they were worth, her other hand holding the witch close, relishing the feeling of Amelia writhing against her. "Do it for me, pet. Cum for your mistress, be my perfect bunny pet~"
[23:45] Amelia Wych didn't even realize she was holding back. She's so in love with the sounds of her mistress teasing her, enraptured in the way she touches and loves on her, that it didn't even occur to her that she might be dragging things out--but then, her mistress tells her what to do. And like a good pet, like her perfect bunny pet, she climaxes, twitching and gasping as she finally cums, pleasure assaulting her at all angles. This feels so good, so amazing, and she's not sure why. With her mistress, everything just feels better, and this is no exception. By the time she's done, the bunny is exhausted--slumping back, eyes drooping closed before flicking open... and drooping closed again. She is in love with this feeling. The praise, the touching, she doesn't want to let it go. "...thank you, mistress~"
[23:47] Lethe Alanis smiles as she watches Amelia surrender that last bit of control, shaking in her arms as her orgasm crashes through her. When it subsides, she plants a light kiss on Amelia's forehead, not even needing to lace her touches with magic for what she was going to do. "Sleep, pet. I'll be here when you awaken, so relax, and sink down for your mistress... sleep."
[23:52] Amelia Wych lets her eyes finally close and stay closed, so relaxed and comfortable in Lethe's grasp, that kiss being the final nail in the coffin. This is perfect. No other words describe it--it's just perfect. And she doesn't even respond to that command, because she has nothing to say. She just goes as still as she can, finally coming down from that whirlwind of excitement... and she sleeps. Already snoring softly in her arms... her dreams plagued by repeats of what just happened tonight, of ways it could've gone, of her hearing that perfect praise over and over. It was going to be the best night's sleep she's had in a long time.