Love & Death [Femdom 18+]

21. Kinky Love

Geneva gave Adrian the same excuse as she had before. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around him, it was just that the thought of seeing Hades frightened her so thoroughly that she didn't want to risk it.

Marshall had questioned her bone-deep fear of Hades the last time he'd come to interrupt her and Adrian in her room. He'd actually appeared and squawked until a plate of Baklava appeared. Then he remained and chattered until Adrian dressed and left with him.

The Cupid could still remember what Marshall told her. "People fear death not for death's sake, but for the sake of the unknown. You, on the other hand, you fear Hades himself. That's...unusual."

It was unusual. Especially since she couldn't remember ever meeting such a being. Adrian and Marshall were Death Workers. If normal people saw them, they wouldn't bat an eye. Other than the fact that they were oddly dressed. But Hades, Geneva could half picture in her mind. A scent, like a house on fire, choked and violent. And the smooth, sweet beauty of ivory. These were just impressions of Hades. Flashes behind her eyelids like the lingering froth of a dream.

"Genny!" Lizzy exclaimed. Geneva jerked and spilled iced coffee on her shirt. Luckily, it was a black shirt.

"S-sorry! I've had a lot on my mind. What'd you say?" Geneva asked, shaking the cool spill from her hand and sucked the stubborn sweetness from her knuckles.

"I said I'm going to this Kink festival and I'd like you to go with me. I'm meeting someone for the first time--it's someone I've been talking to online, and it'll be good to have a buddy. Just in case he turns out to be a violent weirdo."

"Wow, definitely wouldn't want to go now," Geneva replied with a roll of her eyes. A part of her was heartbroken at the news. Lizzy was head over heels, the steady quiet way, over this mysterious online guy. She always seemed to be fondling that key around her neck--a random gift. He'd supplied her a lovely silver chain but the key itself was so ordinary, tiny but study, not quite as small and flimsy as a child's diary key, but just nearly.

"Aw, c'mon. I know you'll say yes. Don't bother fighting me on this. I know how to win you over," Lizzy said with a touch of warning in her voice.

"Don't try and use your Dominatrix mind games with me, Elizabeth!" Geneva replied, eyes wide with humor and mock indignation.

"Oh, no cutesy nicknames? You must be very serious, huh?" Lizzy retorted, pulling herself up to her full height, nearly as tall at Geneva. She thrusted out her chest and took two steps toward Genny, finally graceful on her new prosthetic. "Listen here, Geneva, you're coming with me. You're gonna wear something very, very sexy, and I'm going to make sure that we both leave the Kink fest happy and sated. Do I make myself clear?" She continued in as stony a voice she could muster while trying not to laugh.

"Hm, lemme think about it--Nope. Not a chance."

Before Geneva could turn away, Lizzy wrapped her in a big bear hug, nearly dragging her down onto the floor. "Please, oh please, oh please? I need you! I can't go by myself. I need a wing woman. I need my best friend. Also, you're really smart and kind. You've got the biggest heart I know!"

"Damn..." That was the secret weapon. She didn't think Lizzy was that desperate for companionship. She'd gone to these sorts of things before by herself. The only difference now was that she's designed and bought a rather interesting prosthetic that she would be trying out in public for the first time.

"Yay!" Lizzy cheered, not at all like herself. The blond was flushed with excitement, glowing with the first insidious signs of love. Love. Damn it, had she fallen in love with this random perverted internet guy? Just great.