Story Update: Caelumei's Problem(s)

You snap your finger and conjure a blindfold using minor illusion to block your sight, since you can dismiss it at any time.

“Under any normal circumstance I would love to behold your beauty. But I am here to aid Caelumei with her request. As such, I must place business before pleasure no?”

You lean back against a pillar, even the stone feels soft here. Very strange.

Vauriel’s voice echos ever so slightly around the room, just enough to snake it’s way into your head. Her voice is what one would call a soft harp. It is barely above a whisper, yet can be heard by all around. Even when she does not speak you can hear her in your mind.

“How gentlemanly. How quaint. Very well, Caelumei please seat Anon here and we will begin addressing why you are here.”

A hard and bony grip grabs your wrist and leads you… somewhere. You aren’t exactly in top form right about now. Though you remember the orientation of this room and believe that you are right over a smaller pile of pillows and closer to Vauriel.

The quiet voice says to you “Please sit back and relax”.

Caelumei appears to be rustling with something, moving pillows around as she attempts to get comfortable.

“Are you sure h…..”

“Absolutely Caelumei, it is very necessary.”

That sends a couple of alarm bells through your mind, but Caelumei has promised to intervene if you are in danger. Still, it’s not like you want to be in a bad position. But still, you have a job to do. You sit down and lie back. It feels like soft pillows all around, and some fort of silky… String? Whatever it is it’s laced among all of the pillows quite thoroughly.

Vauriel feels much closer to you now, you just know. It’s like a soft presence watching over your shoulder.

“There we are dearie. Now Caelumei, please tell me in your own words, what do you think your problem is.”

You hear a deep breath, like she does not really want to be here.

“I don’t like talking to other demons, and humans run away from me”.

“Why do you think that is?”

“Humans are intimidated by my size and strength, demons make me angry when I talk to them usually, and I don’t know why.”

“Are you overbearing when it comes to being around humans, like getting much to close? Being intimidating? Is your tail flailing about and that is scaring them?”

“I never considered that it might be my tail…”

You hear a loud crack and scraping, like metal on stone.

“I’m sorry Vauriel… It gets the better of me sometimes”.

The smooth sound of feathers ruffling echos near your ear. “I understand, it will not be damaged for long regardless. Are you uncomfortable being here?”

“Yes”.
“Why?”

“Because with Anon here it makes me feel out of control”.

“Why?”

“I don’t know”.

The sound of ruffling feathers intensifies as something warm touches your leg. Then your arm and hand. Two round things press against your chest as what feels like a leg places itself over yours.

Her voice sends a strange tremor through you. Your body shivers uncontrollably as her hands pull down the facemask.

“Relax”.

Her fingers feel long against your chin, and very hot to the touch. She leans forward into your body, her breast pressing slightly. You can imagine her nipples poking through the stretched fabric of her dress. The pillows behind you give way and compress downwards. Your arms sink in between a couple of them.

Vauriel is lying atop of you, one leg in between yours and the other to the side of you. Her breath is hot to your face.

“How does this make you feel?”

All you can hear is heavy breathing from the other side of the room. Deep breaths made in haste, but still ordered in some way. It sounds very familiar. It sounds like anger, deep seated and primal, it feels like it comes from a beast, not a civilized lady.

“I see.”

Warm lips link with yours for but the barest moment, that moment is naught but joy. A soft rest, rejuvenating and vigorous. It’s like you have just woken from a long slumber and are ready to take the day by the horns.

The warmth spreads down your cheek as she lightly places her lips, leaving small droplets of saliva behind. She continues down your neck and all the way around to the other side of it.

“Get of off him”.

 You shiver for a moment, feeling a strange surge of… something reach from the depths of your mind. You really feel like running about now, but of course, you place that feeling aside as of now.
Vauriel’s comforting presence leaves you, but leaves behind the feeling of silky strands along your skin.

“Anon, my apologies, I should have asked first. Are you okay?”

You feel a little overwhelmed for the moment as you are bombarded with pleasant thoughts.

“I belive so”.

The side opposite you rustles, as you can hear Caelumei’s tail whisk through the air. You get the feeling of an annoyed young lady, crossing her arms humorously. The kind of thing you would have seen in a puppet show as a child if you had time to do such silly things.

“There was a reason for that I assure you dearie”.

“You are my elder Vauriel, I would rather we not come to arms over such a thing while you're attempting to help me”.

The word “Attempting” has a very slight emphasis. If by very slight you meant a bear’s version of slight.

“I’m not sure how to tell you this dearie, but I have found the cause of your anti-social nature”.

You hear a sigh, nervous tension seems to rise into the air.

“Y-Yes?”

“But first, when was the last time you took a man into your bed?”

“Not telling.”

“I understand that you deem such things personal, but trust me this is important. I will not tell anyone who is not currently in this room. That is to say Anon, Myself and You”.

“But I...”

“Please let me help you”.

Caelumei sounds embarrassed and defeated. Her tail droops to the soft flow with a soft “thump”  She sighs and quietly mumbles.

“One-Thousand Years as of 5 months ago”.

“That is the problem.”

“Your not serious?”

“I am completely. Your anger towards others is a symptom. You instincts are making you scare away the competition for mating. Your tail waves wildly when in front of a man who arouses you, much like now, and that is mistaken as aggression.”

“I-”.

“But dearie, why have you not forced yourself onto a servant boy when the desire overtakes you?”

“I don’t like it that way”.

“I see. Well regardless, as your elder deem that you need to relax, allow yourself to be seeded. Then the aggression should be easier to control.”

“You are certain?”

“Dearie, I have been doing this longer than you have been alive”.

You hear rapid thumping. “I need some time to think. Thank you for your time Vauriel. But one question?”

“Any.”

“Why did you ask me to bring Anon specifically?”

“Two reasons. He is the only man who you have not scared off and secondly, I wanted to meet our Lady’s champion to be.”

“I see. I will speak with you sometime later Anon. I need some time”.

You hear a door quickly open and close, so fast that you cannot even manage a word.

“What ab… she’s gone isn't she”.

“Yes indeed”.

Two warm hands lie themselves on your cheeks as you feel her warm body press forward as before. But much more carefully, and slow. She is so slow in fact, that you can barely feel her movements.

“Now then, what to do with the one left behind with me? You remind me of someone I met long ago. Your mannerisms, the way you speak, it’s strikingly similar.”

“You have met many people over your magnificent and eternal lifespan, surely it is not unusual?”

The pillows under you move, causing you so sink a little deeper into the pile. You feel more silky strands.

Her voice is soft and pleading. An innocence in it seemingly pulls your heartstrings from your chest. “I forget most I meet, that person made quite an impression on me”.

“Good I hope?”

“He managed to destroy my material form seven times before I beat him. I have only felt fear once and it was from that person.”

“So not I take it.”

“He was very interesting, and surprisingly nobel. But in a strange way”.

Power seemingly radiates from her. She calmly lies upon you and relaxes, her breasts press forward slightly more. The material her dress is made of feels so impossibly thin, it’s like touching her skin, bare.

You swallow nervously. Wait no! You have to keep control. If you give too much ground she will walk all over you.

“I see, but you came out on top, this is good”.

“Well, if you are what I think you are, then you would not exist if that was not the case”.

“I see…”

She fidgets to become comfortable. You feel surrounded, but it does not feel bad. The tinge of fear in your mind is hard to push back, to hide, but you manage.

She whispers seemingly in your mind. “But enough of that, That person is long gone now, even if what I think is true. On another note…”

Her wings flap, you feel a layer of feather build up on you, each like a small heat source.

“I detect much unease and discomfort from you. Like something is wrong and bothering you deeply. Your mind is disturbed, and it’s pain runs deep.”

She places her forehead on yours, much like in the way that The Lady would place her horns there. Her hot breath can be felt on your face.

“Would you like me to start helping you like Caelumei? To help you sort yourself out? If you don’t want to that is fine, say so now if that is the case.”

>What to do?
>Vauriel is atop you, purposefully pressing her breasts into your chest and using you as some sort of pillow. She lazily lies on top, you are forehead to forehead. You are mostly submerged into a large pile of pillows.