Isabelle's Faerie

Getting out of bed was usually the hardest thing that Isabelle did in a day, but it had never felt as impossible as it did today. Ella's arms were wrapped around Isabelle, and their legs were entangled. They were both naked from the night before, and their skin shared warmth freely as though their bodies were joined.

Were the last two days real? Was she still dreaming? She didn't want to move, afraid that her reality would crumble around her. If it was real, and not a vivid hallucination, then these had been the best two days of her life. A real faerie, summoned with real magic, was lying next to her in bed. A beautiful faerie devoted to helping her realize her wishes, even if her wish-granting powers were just a helpful attitude and the ability to sexually dominate Isabelle into cleaning her room. Why was there a tug of grief in her heart when she thought about it all?

Right. Once her faerie, Ella, finished helping her, she would be gone. And unfortunately Isabelle was already completely falling for her-- it was one wish she couldn't have granted.

Ella stirred next to Isabelle, sitting up and glancing around the room in the morning light. Isabelle feigned sleep, hoping that Ella would lie back down beside her. No such luck.

"We've overslept, Isabelle! It's my fault, for falling asleep last night. I just get so overcome with tiredness afterwards-- Come on now, Isabelle!"

She shook Isabelle, who refused to acknowledge that she was awake.

"Isabelle, wake up! The day is starting without you!"

Isabelle mumbled something incoherent and pulled the covers around her tightly, curling her legs up to her chest. Ella sighed, and reached under the blanket. Her fingers found the naked skin of Isabelle's sides, and tickled them with rapid strokes. Isabelle cried out in sudden laughter, and thrashed under the covers.

"Ahhaha-- Ella! Stop! Fine! I'll get up!"

"See, that's much better! I'm glad that I know how to get you up from now on!" Ella teased.

Instead of letting up, Ella reached further down and tickled Isabelle's inner thighs. Isabelle let out a louder squeal of laughter, and kicked her legs. The covers came off of her, and Ella relented.

"I'm awake! I'm awake..." Isabelle caught her breath, still giggling. Her thighs were still tingling where Ella's fingers had been, her body reminding her of the release she had been denied the night before.

"Good girl. Let's get to work, then!"

---

Ella allowed Isabelle the time to make some tea and get dressed. She had also donned her t-shirt, which was still the only item from Isabelle's wardrobe that the faerie would wear.

"I guess my dream is to become an artist," Isabelle admitted, sipping her tea as Ella listened intently, "it was the only thing I was ever any good at. My teacher used to tell me I should go to art school, but I was so embarrassed of everything I made that I could never put together a portfolio."

"Art is a beautiful pursuit," Ella's eyes sparkled, "I wish that I could show you the palaces in our realm. They have great tapestries hanging on every wall, and I used to sit and stare at them for hours."

"That sounds so cool... I wish that I could make something that you-- that anybody could enjoy like that."

"Have any of your artworks ever been displayed?"

"No, not unless you count my high school's art room. I keep all my work in my closet now. Once I finish it, I can't look at it anymore."

"Those drawings were yours?" Ella's eyes opened in wonder, "I looked through them when we were cleaning. They're lovely, certainly not anything to be ashamed of. If you practice, I'm certain your work will be worthy of hanging in the finest halls!"

"I don't know," Isabelle blushed, looking away from Ella's earnest expression, "That would be a lot of practice."

Ella put a finger under Isabelle's chin, and turned her face back up so she was staring into Ella's eyes.

"Isabelle, you can't let that stand between you and your wish. I'll do everything in my power to make it come true-- I'll make sure that you're practicing every day."

"But you don't understand! That could take years..."

"You're closer than you think, Isabelle. And I'll make sure that you work every day, as hard as you can. I can tell how much potential you have. But even if it does take years, I'm bound to you until your wish is fulfilled, and--" Ella brushed Isabelle's hair out of her face, "--Oh dear, Isabelle, why are you crying?"

Isabelle hadn't even noticed that there were tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry, I don't know--" Isabelle felt herself choking up. She had spent so much time lying in this room, passing time. So much time making excuses to her exasperated parents every time she needed a little more money to make ends meet. So much time wishing she was more than a burden. It had been years since anyone had encouraged her. Was she being too hopeful, thinking that maybe Ella had some genuine care for her that wasn't bought by magic?

"It's okay, Isabelle," Ella soothed, giving Isabelle a hug and stroking her hair, "I'll be here as long as you need."

Isabelle heaved a sob. She was used to crying often, but it was always alone. Ella's warmth melted her walls, letting her grief flow freely. It had been building up for so long, in her loneliness. She wept for a blurry and uncounted time before she lifted her face from Ella's shoulder. She sniffled, and started breathing more regularly. Ella kept holding her wordlessly. Finally, Isabelle broke the silence.

"Ella, can I try drawing you?" Isabelle asked quietly, the words so soft they hardly made it out of her mouth. Ella smiled.

"I'd like nothing better."

---

Isabelle's art supplies were hidden in the back corner of her closet, stuffed under a pile of clothes that she didn't wear anymore. When she emerged from her closet with disorganized bags of pens and pencils, it was just in time to see Ella lifting her t-shirt off, rendering her completely naked. Isabelle fumbled her art supplies, which clattered to the ground.

Ella turned over her shoulder, smiling at Isabelle capriciously. Isabelle blushed, and began picking up pencils and pens that had scattered over her floor. At least they had cleaned up her room's mess the day before. Ella neglected to help, performing stretches that Isabelle found extremely distracting.

With her supplies finally in order, Isabelle propped up an easel. She pulled out a stick of charcoal which had cracked on the floor, and closed one eye to capture a frame around Ella. Ella stood, smiling, watching Isabelle eyeing her intently.

"Would you like to see me in a particular pose, or shall I choose?" Ella asked sweetly.

Internally Isabelle could think of many poses she'd like to see Ella in, but they had nothing to do with drawing. Her mind wandered, until she realized she hadn't answered Ella's question.

"Oh! Um, you can choose. Anything you'll be comfortable in. And just tell me when you need a break."

Isabelle wondered whether Ella needed breaks at all, or whether her otherworldly body was immune to fatigue. She had fallen asleep last night though-- and her body had succumbed to other sensations too.

Ella stretched one more time, and then turned 45 degrees, spread her legs a little beyond shoulder length, shifted her weight, and leaned her torso to the side like a ballerina. One arm raised gracefully above her head, the other stretched to the side. The muscles on her abdomen tightened visibly under her skin, and Isabelle followed the strength down her body as she sketched in rough curves, watching how Ella balanced and positioned herself.

She was an intimidating subject; so different from any model Isabelle had seen. The length of her limbs and her digits, the blue tint to her skin, and her piercing, scintillating eyes were all unlike any human. Unlike, but also more beautiful than any human that Isabelle had ever seen.

She was going into an intense focus-- her eyes passed over Ella's body again and again. She squinted her eyes, held up a pencil to sight proportions, and returned again and again to her sketch. She tried to draw in Ella's face, but the faerie met her gaze and Isabelle looked away. Her subject had been studying her back.

Time passed, and passed-- Isabelle felt frustrated. She knew was rusty, but it felt so discouraging. Lines refused to meet properly, sizes didn't quite fit one another. Ella's eyes looked too flat, and her expression didn't have any of the enthralling mischief that the faerie's real face possessed. Isabelle's hands were covered in charcoal, and she leaned in hard to erase a large portion of the torso that she had completely misplaced, when she felt a soft hand on her face that brought butterflies to her stomach.

Ella guided Isabelle's chin up with her fingers, gently pulling her away from her drawing. She looked at Isabelle's work, again pulling Isabelle away gently when she tried to block her from looking. She frowned. Isabelle couldn't bear to see Ella look at her disappointing mess, so she turned away and wiped the sweat off her brow. It was a moment too late when she remembered her hands were completely saturated with charcoal dust.

"You're very good," Ella said gently.

"You're just saying that." Isabelle snapped, "Come on, look! It's a complete mess-- sorry. I'm sorry, Ella, I'm just frustrated at myself."

"I know you're mad at yourself, Isabelle. That's why the drawing isn't any good. But I didn't say _the drawing_ was good-- I said _you_ were good. I could see your focus, and how you were looking at me. But you're working so miserably-- it's stopping you from making any progress. I can't stand to see it."

Isabelle was quiet. She opened her mouth to apologize again, but then closed it.

"Here."

Ella took Isabelle's hand, ignoring that it was black with charcoal, and pulled her over to the spot where Ella had been posing. She stood tall, leaned, and reassumed her pose.

"Now, touch me."

"What?"

"Every part of me you want to look, every part of me you've been staring at, touch me there."

Isabelle looked down at her dirty hands. "Will that really help me draw you? I--"

"Isabelle." Ella said sweetly, but firmly, and Isabelle shut up to do what she was told.

She put her hands on Ella and began to move them along the curves of her body. It was so different from when she had touched Ella last night. Ella wasn't touching her back-- she was staying completely still. Tenuously, Isabelle tried to observe Ella's body through touch. She felt Ella's biceps as though she was measuring them. She went up and down the curve where ribcage became abdomen. She nervously traced a line from the sternoclavicular joint to the navel like she was finding the center-line on a still image. Ella didn't register the touches at all, staying a perfect statue held together by deceptively powerful muscle.

Unsure what to do, She traced again down Ella's center-line to her navel, and then timidly traced her finger lower. She detected a slight twitch in Ella's abdominal muscles, barely breaking through her composure. This tiny reaction lit a fire in Isabelle, and she realized Ella had given her explicit permission to touch wherever she wanted. It wasn't an opportunity to waste.

Now she gripped Ella's hip with a full hand, and with her other hand she traced all five fingers down Ella's belly, leaving black smears all the way down between her legs. Ella kept her position, but couldn't help a very low whine. Isabelle felt her desire burning hotter.

She took one of Ella's perfect little breasts in her hand, leaving a charcoal handprint. She touched the faerie's soft neck, which was covered with downy hairs so fine that she had never noticed them before. She squeezed Ella's ass, provoking a gasp, and then squeezed her thighs-- the inside, the back, down to her calves, until Isabelle was down on her knees. She looked up to Ella, whose head was still and therefore couldn't look down, and then began to kiss her legs, switching from one to the next, moving up, until she was kissing right in between and Ella was breathing harder, smiling, but still not moving.

She wished she could consume Ella by kissing her and touching and grabbing her, and, although she couldn't, she kissed and touched and grabbed like she was trying. Ella smelled like flowers, her skin left a tingling feeling in Isabelle's mouth that spread to her core. The faerie's body had charcoal stains from head to toe now-- handprints, smears, and lip marks. Isabelle was running out of places to touch and losing control over her desire. She pressed herself up against Ella and tried to kiss her.

Ella broke her pose to place a finger over Isabelle's lips, and she stopped. Isabelle whined as she closed her mouth, and then blushed horribly as she came out of what had felt like another trance.

"Good girl," Ella cooed, warming Isabelle's insides, "Don't be afraid of what you want. Now go back to your drawing."

Isabelle returned to her drawing, and tried to keep Ella's advice in her mind. Something new began to take shape, as she remembered the way that Ella's body felt. She erased her guide lines, the measurements she had sighted, and her stiff first rendering gave away to expressive curves and decisive shading. Somehow the Ella that Isabelle could not stop looking at was making it onto the page. The Ella that Isabelle hadn't wanted to stop touching. The Ella who she may have been rushing through this drawing for, so that she could touch her again. Isabelle met Ella's gaze as she drew her face, and the two of them smiled at each other.

---

"It's so beautiful, Isabelle," Ella looked the drawing up and down, and this time Isabelle wasn't trying to cover it.

"You like it?" Isabelle sheepishly asked.

"Of course. And it's a great improvement from your first try. I suppose I was right about how to motivate you. And it seems that I was also right about what inspires you."

Isabelle went a deep red. The fact that growing Isabelle's desire seemed to be yielding results didn't bode well for her chances of getting the orgasm she was denied by Ella last night.

"You deserve a reward, Isabelle," Ella smiled, as though sensing where her mind was going.

"I do?" she perked up hopefully.

"Yes," Ella giggled at Isabelle's eagerness, and then gestured down to her charcoal-stained body, "You get the privilege of washing me off."

It wasn't the exact reward that Isabelle was hoping for, but it was definitely a reward. Ella pulled Isabelle into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Ella was already naked, and it took Isabelle a moment of Ella's expectant staring before she began to strip down. Isabelle was hesitant-- Ella hadn't actually seen her naked in the light of day. She usually avoided looking at herself, for that matter. The bathroom mirror always made her self conscious: it seemed to highlight her lopsided breasts and her nearly curve-less body. Somehow though, the most beautiful person (human or not) that Isabelle had ever seen was looking at her lustily.

Isabelle's shower was small, but the two women got in together once the water ran hot. They stood with a foot of space between them, steam rising as their hair got soaked flat. Looking into each Isabelle's eyes, Ella leaned in and kissed her. Isabelle reciprocated greedily, pressing up against Ella. They parted, and Isabelle picked up a bar of soap. Ella looked down at Isabelle, and Isabelle got down on her knees without being told.

She cleaned Ella's feet first, rubbing them with soap, using her fingers to work it in between the toes (_charcoal really does get everywhere_, she thought), and then moved up her legs. As she cleaned Ella, the tall faerie looked down at her, never looking away. When she got up to Ella's waist, and rose to her feet, Ella began to play with Isabelle's wet hair. She gave Isabelle another kiss, and then reached out and began to touch Isabelle's nipples. Isabelle moaned, and froze in place, too distracted to continue her reward.

"Keep going, sweet thing." Ella commanded again, not stopping.

Isabelle shivered under the hot water, and then kept washing Ella, slower and less methodically now. Ella's hand entwined in Isabelle's hair, pulling gently, holding her gaze up to stare into her eyes while she tried her best to keep cleaning obediently. Then Ella's other hand left her nipple, and found its way in between Isabelle's legs. Isabelle cried out, moaning as loud as she ever had under the noise of the shower.

Ella had never touched her there before; she had only teased. But god, she was good at it, better than anyone Isabelle had ever been with before. Ella rubbed her clit gently, easing on and off with pressure, rolling it gently between her fingers, circling, until it seemed she had found exactly what Isabelle responded to best. Isabelle tried to double over, squeezing her thighs helplessly around Ella's skilled fingers, but Ella kept a firm grip on Isabelle's hair. She was forced to keep looking up into the faerie's eyes, which were sparkling with amusement.

"Ella--- Oh my god, Ella---"

The bar of soap had fallen to the floor, but Ella wasn't saying anything about it. Isabelle hadn't even noticed she'd dropped it; the moment that Ella had touched her clit her mind had turned off. Ella's fingers touched her so intensely, and none of Isabelle's squeezing or squirming could move them from her most sensitive spot. Isabelle felt like she might pee-- lucky that she was in the shower-- but the sensation faded away to something more familiar. She could feel an orgasm building, and her muscles tensed in anticipation.

"Oh, doesn't that feel good, Isabelle? Don't you want me to keep going?" Ella cooed, still not breaking eye contact with Isabelle.

Isabelle looked up at Ella, eyes desperate and pleading: "Yes, please Ella, please, please keep going..." she trailed off incoherently.

She felt like her orgasm was inevitable, the tension building to a peak, and then Ella's fingers withdrew, and the water suddenly went ice cold. Isabelle shrieked a high pitched squeal, and her wonderful orgasm dissipated immediately. Ella turned the water off, and giggled at Isabelle.

"I'm sorry Isabelle, but your desire is so strong and so useful, I couldn't possibly waste even a drop of it. Maybe soon, once we've seen what other lovely things it can help you do." Ella reached out of the shower and tenderly wrapped a towel around Isabelle, who was shivering and whimpering like a kitten.

"Please... please..."

Isabelle wasn't over her lost orgasm; she tried to take Ella's hand and guide it back to where it was, but Ella simply shook her off and stroked her cheek instead. The faerie giggled.

"Ohh, you poor little thing. My poor, poor little Isabelle..." She cooed, stroking Ella's wet hair.

Ella stood naked in the shower, still dripping wet, unbothered by the cold. Her nipples stood up and her lips were pale, but she didn't even shiver. She just helped Isabelle dry off, and then took the towel herself. Once the two of them were dry, they left the shower.

---

Isabelle sat on her mattress, wrapped in her towel, still shivering a little bit. Ella was admiring the drawing that Isabelle had done of her.

The light was coming into the apartment low through the window. Isabelle realized she must have spent at least six hours on that drawing. It really hadn't felt like it.

"Let's hang this up!"

"Oh.. I don't know."

"Come on Isabelle, it's a lovely drawing. Just pick a wall. I'll put it up for you."

"OK fine... How about that one." Isabelle pointed to the wall right behind her mattress, tactically choosing so that she could avoid looking at it as much as possible. Ella walked up to her, pratically standing on top of Isabelle, and obligingly taped the drawing up to the wall. Isabelle stared at her longingly, still very worked up. Ella was still naked.