Wendy gazed in the mirror one more time, in order to get another good look at herself. She was completely destabilized by the glamorous look of the lady staring back at her through the looking glass. One single gem from her lavish choker was probably worth more than everything her family had ever owned. Hell, the enormous walk-in closet that she was currently standing in was at least twice as large as the tiny cottage she had grown up in with her father and sisters. And she even had a pair servants tending to her every needs, two mischievous dark faeries who were currently putting the finishing touch to her outfit for the night.
Wendy wore an iridescent purple dress, with an asymmetrical cut showing off her right shoulder and left leg. Her nails were long, sculpted and painted in black. Her wavy brown hair was tied up in one long braid. Jewellery covered her neck, wrists, fingers and ears. Her olive skin was covered in black faeric runes, an unmistakable sign of her fealty to the Dark Court.
Her two handmaids were just finishing up painting the runes on her legs when one of her mistress' servants entered the room. The newcomer looked her up and down with narrowed eyes, before nodding curtly. The servant, who's name Wendy hadn't caught, was a distinguished older faery, with heavy wrinkles and wispy white hair. Not all faeries were immortal like her mistress, Wendy knew, but even those that aged lived much, much longer than humans.
"You appear to be... suitable, lady Gwendoline," the servant remarked while looking her up and down. "Lady Rysa has concluded her preparations and is waiting for you in the antechamber. You shouldn't make her wait any longer."
Wendy swallowed the lump of anxiety that had started to settle in her throat, and then followed the old faery out of the closet. Her handmaids followed closely. They passed through her bedroom (she still hadn't come to terms with the fact that she now slept in such a grandiose room), then reached the antechamber. There, she saw Lady Rysa.
Lady Rysa; The impossibly gorgeous dark-haired High-Lady of the Dark Court. She had the bright focused eyes of a wolf, and those eyes were currently exploring every inch of Wendy's body.
"Well hello beautiful," the High Lady said, her eyes still hungrily staring her down.
"Mistress," Wendy muttered, curtsying.
She could feel her heart beating against her ribs. This whole situation still felt completely surreal. A month ago, she was barely surviving winter in her dad's shabby cabin, and now she was the concubine of a gorgeous archfey. A gorgeous archfey who apparently found her gorgeous too! This whole situation was a dream come true.
With one hand gesture, Lady Rysa dismissed everyone in the room, except Wendy. The only human in the room watched her two handmaids and the old servant leave the antechamber, no doubt to join the party that she and her mistress would soon get to.
Once they were alone, the High Lady approached her, and grabbed her in a gentle hug.
"You look wonderful tonight, Wendy."
Wendy let out an involuntary giggles, then turned red as she realized how this must've looked. It was too early in the night to already embarrass herself.
The faery seemed amused by Wendy's awkward reaction, which reassured her and built up her courage a little. "You look great too," Wendy whispered.
And the High Lady did look great. Incredible, even. Her hair, so dark that it seemed to swallow the surrounding light, was cut into a pixie cut that had made Wendy completely forget that she ever had a preference for long hair. The faery's skin was slightly darker than Wendy's, and it was also adorned with dark runes. Her full lips were colored purple, matching her nails and Wendy's dress. Lady Rysa's dress was ludicrously tight, and Wendy couldn't help but assume that bras weren't mandatory in the Dark Court's formal events.
"Are you so eager to see them?" the faery asked, amused, after Wendy had been staring down at her chest for a moment.
"Huh? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Relax, darling. What sort of concubine would you be if you weren't in awe of my physical form?"
Wendy met her mistress' gaze, which wasn't easy since she felt like her soul was being thoroughly dissected by the other woman's inquisitive eyes.
"How are you feeling?" The faery's genuine tone caught Wendy off-guard.
"Hum. Good. Yeah, good."
"Are you still up for tonight?"
Wendy nodded. She was honestly quite excited about tonight.
"There will be a lot of people," the High Lady said.
"I know. The whole court was invited."
"And they will all be watching..." She tapped Wendy on the nose. "... you. Well, us, because you'll be right next to me all night."
She moved closer, until her mouth was right next to Wendy's ear.
"They're going to watch as I kiss you."
Wendy sucked in air and she moved her head against her mistress' shoulder.
"They're going to watch as I fondle you."
Wendy's hands moved behind the High Lady, going up her back and grabbing her shoulders
"They're going to watch as I ravage you."
Wendy whimpered softly into her mistress' neck. Each new sentence made her wetter. She couldn't wait to be taken in front of a crowd, to let everyone see who she belonged to.
The faery grabbed onto Wendy's buttocks, squeezing them hard before giving them a spank.
"You've been filling up," the High Lady remarked, squeezing Wendy's rump.
That was true, Wendy had indeed been gaining weight since becoming a member of the Dark Court.
"It's good," the High Lady added, "it means you're eating well, getting healthier."
"And..." Wendy's voice shook a little. "... do you like it?"
Lady Rysa's fingers dug deeper into Wendy's ass-flesh, causing her to let out a surprised "eeep!"
"I adore it," the faery purred, "I can't wait to put my face between those cheeks."
Wendy, whose knees felt much weaker now than a minute ago, whispered, "can't we be a bit late to the party?"
The High Lady understood the wanton implication, and let out a chuckle.
"We're already late, dear. But do not fret, we will have more than enough time to sit on each other's face
after
. That, and the party itself will get quite raunchy already." She arched an eyebrow suggestively. "Speaking of raunchy..."
She pulled a thin vial out of her cleavage, and handed it to the concubine.
Wendy lit up. "Is that what I think it is?"
Lady Rysa nodded. "Concentrated pixie syrup. It renders a faerie slightly tipsy, but when a mortal drinks it..." she huffed, possibly amused at the thought of an inebriated Wendy.
The mortal woman eyed the vial with glee, biting her lip.
"Are you still willing to indulge in it?" The immortal woman asked, eyebrows raised slightly.
"Of course! Why do you ask, my lady?"
"I just want to make sure that I have your consent before giving you an aphrodisiac drug and leading you to public place where I will commit sexual acts upon you."
Wendy snatched the vial from her mistress' hand. "You have my consent. I am yours now and forever to do as you please, Lady Rysa."
And on that, she opened the vial and downed the content in one gulp.
Breaking the embrace, Lady Rysa came beside her concubine and grabbed her by the waist, giving her one last sultry look before walking forward.
Wendy's mind was left in a state of erethism as her body absorbed the syrup. She became hyper aware of her own body, to the point where her surroundings flew by, out of focus.
When her mind finally adjusted to its new state, she was standing in the middle of an enormous room, surrounded by noble faeries. There were members of every court, all wearing extravagant attires and looking right in her direction. Were they staring at the High Lady, or at her?
Wendy's whole body jolted when Lady Rysa grabbed her bum. The sensation was amplified tenfold, and she still felt the High Lady's fingers digging into her flesh even after she took her hand off.
"Ooooooh", Wendy muttered, holding onto her mistress to keep herself upright.
