Little Kitten, Kneel (Daphne x Pansy) smut✔️

feral little kitty

"There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights." – Bram Stoker

Daphne sensually shifted her chair, leaning back with languid grace, her posture exuding an enticing informality as she intertwined her fingers behind her head. With a seductive, almost predatory smile, she fixated her smouldering eyes on the lady in front of her, savouring every nuanced reaction...

With an intense, smouldering scrutiny, she relished the sight of the girl's cheeks slowly transitioning from a delicate flush to a passionate, crimson hue. Every subtle shift of her pet's reaction was absorbed by her, while Daphne 's countenance retained a mask of inscrutable desire, concealing her true emotions with vicious- vicious intent.

Daphne was acutely aware of the other girl's longing to avert her gaze; the palpable desire to break their unrelenting eye contact manifested in the subtle flicker of her eyes, brief moments of retreat followed by a swift return to her captivating presence.

Sitting up with an attempt to convey confidence, the short-haired Slytherin girl's poise seemed like a mere façade. Her continuous fidgeting and the restless movements of her feet betrayed the nerves that churned beneath the surface. This was a clear indicator of her vulnerability, and Daphne saw it as an opportunity to probe deeper, to test Pansy's boundaries.

Daphne, driven by a potent desire to push Pansy to her limits, watched with predatory intent. She wanted to unravel the complex interplay of wills, to witness the precise moment when Pansy would succumb to the relentless tug of their silent battle, surrendering to the magnetic pull between them, and finally, look away.

Pansy parted her lips, poised to speak, but Daphne interrupted her with a subtle shake of her head.

"Shush," Daphne breathed into the hushed ambiance of the kitchen of their shared apartment which they had collectively purchased after graduating, not wanting to return to their manors which held way too gruesome memories for their brains.

For a subtle moment, Pansy hesitated, her impulse to speak quelled by Daphne 's commanding presence. She promptly sealed her lips, her vocalisation abruptly silenced. Instead, she anxiously retreated into herself, drawing her plump bottom lip into her mouth. With an irresistible allure, she worried it between her teeth, nibbling on the tender flesh, a silent testament to the tension and desire that hung heavy between them.

Daphne 's gaze remained unwavering, a silent predator of the charged atmosphere she'd cultivated. She had no intention of soothing or quelling the nervous energy that electrified the room. Her purpose was to lead Pansy into the uncharted waters of desire.

With calculated patience, she allowed forty protracted seconds to drift by, each one a testament to the intoxicating atmosphere. Finally, Daphne broke the silence with a voice like velvet over silk.

"Do you still yearn to please me, my sweet kitten? Do you still desire to be my obedient little- little pet?"

Pansy let out a soft, tremulous whimper, her voice a delicate, haunting melody that hung in the air. Her shoulders had yielded to the weight of the moment, a slight slump conveying a pleasing vulnerability. Although not quite as composed as Daphne had envisioned, there was a captivating appeal to Pansy's demeanour, a subtle submission that hinted at a deeper surrender yet to come.

Seeing the proud snooty girl practically broken, falling into her deepest desires for her, just did funny things to Daphne's heart- there was an endearing sort of enthusiasm in Pansy eyes— she still wanted to play and she wanted it badly. She craved this intricate dance they were embroiled in, craved it with an intensity that was impossible to miss.