All Aflutter

Ásdís’s antennae twitched as she ducked her head slightly, avoiding the cowgirl’s friendly gaze. Her cheeks still felt hot, and she regretted horribly bringing up cowgirl…

lactate

. She didn’t know what had come over her.

Luckily, Aura didn’t seem at all offended. If anything, her host barely seemed to notice Ásdís’s embarrassment. Ásdís kept her attention firmly on her porridge anyways.

To her relief, Aura was happy to fill the silence now. "Your homeland sounds fascinating," she said, leaning over the table to watch Ásdís intently. "I wish I could visit, but I’m really quite in love with the badlands."

"Mm-hm?" Ásdís nodded, licking her lips and making sure to meet Aura’s gaze while she spoke. Gods, Aura was a wonderful cook. Then again, Ásdís was close to starving. Then again, even starving, she was sure she’d never tasted anything so delectable and creamy, so subtle in its flavors.

"Oh, and then there’s my garden." Aura pouted. "It needs to be watered regularly, the poor thing. Always needing to be taken care of. The badlands can really wreak havoc on delicate things." She smiled slyly at Ásdís. "But you know that."

"... Mm-hm!" Ásdís nodded. She ducked her head to conceal her reddening face, and tried to focus on the way Aura’s fingers fidgeted and played along the table’s surface. Such long, delicate fingers.

"Of course you do!" Aura sounded pleased, and Ásdís squirmed a little. "And I love taking care of my garden, of course. It’s nice to be needed." The fingers danced, tapped. Aura leaned over slightly.

"Mm-hm?" Aura’s voice was nice to listen to, too, Ásdís reflected. Sweet. Gentle. A little spice of mischief. Creamy and silky...

"It’s not just about the results," Aura said softly. "I’ve always liked… tending to things. And people." Her fingers toyed idly with each other. She reached up briefly to adjust the strap. Her fingers seemed to slide down, crawling along her lovely sky-blue dress, and Ásdís couldn't help but admire her full, gorgeous figure—those massive, round breasts catching the rosy light and positively shining, the deep shadows of her cleavage... "I have the su… the sunset strawberries, of course, but I also grow a few annual plants. Some flowers, a vegetable or two…"

Idly, Ásdís wondered if Aura really grew enough food to sustain herself out here, much less always have porridge ready for visitors. But the porridge tasted good, and she was so hungry, and she’d already been talking a lot. It felt nice to just listen to Aura’s voice as she ate. It seemed a shame to interrupt. "Mm…"

"Yes," Aura said with a little giggle, which Ásdís mirrored without thinking, "It’s very tasty, isn’t it? I always have some cereals growing. You just have to know how to manage the seasons, and being this far north, it’s not too difficult, dear."

"Mm-hm…" Aura’s breasts jiggled when she laughed. Ásdís swallowed another addictive spoonful of syrupy porridge, nodding distantly.

"This particular porridge is steppe ricegrass, which I grew last… last spring, I should think." Aura put a finger to her lips—those luscious magenta-red lips, almost as plump and pillowy as her plump, pillowy, bouncy… "And of course, the cake I have in the oven is entirely from what I harvested last month. That’s why the garden was so empty, aside from the suc—the strawberries."

"Mm…" Ásdís blinked. Wait, cake? She was curious, but didn’t want to interrupt. Had Aura put something in the oven earlier? Where had Aura gotten the eggs to bake?

"Those berries are honestly more for appearance, to be honest." Aura laughed. "After all, they’re not very good for eating, are they?" Ásdís shook her head, "Not at all, Ásdís. But they look pretty, don’t they?" Ásdís nodded. "That’s right, Ásdís, they're lovely. And I like to keep pretty things around my home.

"You like pretty things, don’t you?"

Ásdís nodded.

"Good girl!"

"Uh-huh." Ásdís wasn’t so much listening to the words anymore. She was trying to, but Aura’s voice seemed perfectly designed to send her to sleep, and she was starting to feel full—though still awfully thirsty—and drowsy from all the eating. She’s basically devoured the second bowl’s contents already.

She wasn’t listening to the words. Just the voice, and the emotions the voice carried. They were nice emotions, she thought, watching Aura lean in slightly, watching the tits bounce forward, so barely contained in the pretty blue dress. Kindness. Affection. Playfulness. Expectation. Praise.

It was a nice voice.

"Oh, dear," Aura said softly, and Ásdís gave a slight start as the cowgirl leaned in further - and reached towards her. "Come here, dear, you have…"

"H-Huh?" Ásdís’s heart suddenly lurched as she realized

she was staring at Aura’s tits

, and she jerked her head upright from the lazy position she’d taken resting between her palms she’d slumped into—with a dumb, brainless beaming smile, no less—and looked up with rising mortification into Aura’s pretty hazel eyes.

But as instructed, she instinctively leaned in.

"Good girl," Aura said sweetly, as she took Ásdís’s napkin from her unresisting hand and dabbed at the corner of Ásdís’s mouth with it.

And Ásdís felt her face melt into a volcanic boil as she realized she had been staring, slack-jawed, at Aura’s tits—and a bit of porridge had gotten on her, and Aura was now cleaning her like—like—

"I-I’m sorry," she stammered, reaching for the napkin.

"No, dear," Aura cooed, shooing her hand away and continuing to clean Ásdís up, "allow me."

"B-But—" Ásdís blinked rapidly, heart racing, barely able to breathe, desperate to recover some dignity—

"Stay still, sweetie," Aura said sweetly, and Ásdís stopped squirming. After a long moment of Ásdís not quite breathing in new air, the cowgirl pulled back, smiling happily. "Good girl!"

"Th-Thank you," Ásdís mumbled, still blushing brilliantly. She noticed Aura hadn’t given her the napkin back, and gulped.

This felt somewhat beyond what a normal host would do for their guest.

But… Ásdís had never left her village before. She bit her lip. How could she be sure?

"Anyways," Aura went on, her expression casual, innocent, as if totally oblivious to Ásdís’s mumbling, blushing, squirming state, "my garden

is

worth the trouble, of course."

"I-It is?" Ásdís brushed some hair from her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Of

course

," Aura purred. "It attracts such

cute

visitors, after all!"

"Mm?" Ásdís’s eyes widened, and she briefly made eye contact with Aura and saw the cowgirl smiling. She felt her face go beet red, and she quickly retreated back down to staring at her meal.

"Of course!" Aura went on, and Ásdís could hear the smugness in her voice, that knowing amusement that made Ásdís squirm. "Though it’s very rare I encounter travelers so bewitchingly

adorable

."

"Mm!" Ásdís protested, squirming under the praise.

But Aura was merciless. "Oh, I’ve met dopterines," she went on silkily, "but I didn’t know, oh… that their wings could sparkle so prettily."

"Mm!" Ásdís shook her head desperately, stunned. She kept eating, now frantic to have an excuse to not speak.

"Or that their eyes came in such

vivid

colors!"

"Mm-mm!" Ásdís pleaded, swallowing her last spoonful of porridge. She shifted, staring nervously down. She felt about ready to melt into her own porridge bowl.

"Or so

curvy

and

buxom

..."

"

Mmm!

"

"Or that their cheeks could blush

quite

so lovely a shade of sunset."

"Nn!" Ásdís’s voice was positively a whine as she covered her face in her hands.

"Oh? Is something the matter, Ásdís, dear?"

"I-I—" Ásdís looked up at Aura, her own eyes wide—Aura’s heavy-lidded beneath thick, fluttering lashes to decorate a sly smile. "I, um. N-No? I mean—thank you, but—well—"

"What is it, dear?" Aura’s eyebrows arched. "If something is bothering you, I’ll stop!"

"Nothing," Ásdís whimpered after a long pause. "No. I-It’s fine."

Aura’s smirk widened, and Ásdís felt like molten putty. She squirmed. Gods, when had she… when had she started feeling so…

"Anyways, as I was saying." Aura straightened, and Ásdís forced her eyes away from those breasts. "I adore helping travelers like you! It’s quite a difficult life, after all. You deserve all the help you can get."

"Y-Yes?" Ásdís swallowed. Her mouth was dry again, and she sorely regretted drinking her second glass of milk so quickly. She was loath to seem greedy by asking for more after she’d already eaten and drank so much of Aura’s personal supplies.

"It’s a difficult life, as a traveler, isn’t it?" Aura frowned sympathetically. "This journey is a dangerous one for a dopterine on her own."

Ásdís hesitated. Part of her wanted to put on a show and act like no, actually, this was easy—but she was still too flustered to act tough. So she just nodded.

"It’s hard, isn’t it?" Aura’s voice broke with empathy. She reached forward to pat Ásdís’s hand. "And lonely?"

"A little," Ásdís admitted. She let Aura pat her hand, and even extended dhe rhand a little across the table for easier access. The contact was nice.

"The days in the badlands are just blazing, aren’t they? Sweltering." Aura sighed. "Without a shelter, without something to drink… it can be deadly."

"Yeah." Ásdís swallowed. "It’s… I-I mean, I know what I’m doing, but I don’t… I don’t know the badlands as well, M—Aura."

"Of course you don’t!" Aura stroked Ásdís’s hand, almost like a little...

reward

for Ásdís’s honesty. Ásdís felt little fuzzy pins and needles climbing up her arm at the affectionate touch. "It’s lucky you found my home, honestly. Don’t you agree?"

Ásdís nodded shyly.

"Dear?"

"Yes, Aura." Ásdís bit her lip. "I mean, like… like, yeah, I don’t know what I was gonna do." Her pride rumbled unhappily at the implication, and she opened her mouth to amend this—she would have been

fine

, she’d been well on her way—

But Aura cut her off with more handpetting, more soothing, musical melody words. "Of course you don’t, dear! I’m

so

glad you made it here. I’m so glad I found you, dear."

"B-But, um…" Ásdís wiped her mouth self-consciously with her sleeve, though she’d been cleaned up perfectly. "I-I mean, I… I could’ve, um…"

"Yes, Ásdís?" Aura smiled down at her. "What is it, dear?"

Ásdís squirmed. Suddenly, staring back into Aura’s pretty hazel eyes, she wasn’t so sure of anything.

"Sweetie?" Aura’s eyebrow raised. "Tell me."

"N-Nothing," Ásdís whined, feeling her cheeks blazing. "I-It’s… fine. You’re… you’re right." She ducked her head. "I-I…"

"You’re glad I found you?" Aura offered sweetly.

Ásdís gulped. "Mm-hm."

"Yes?" Aura giggled. "Was that a ‘yes’, dear?"

Ásdís giggled, too, and squirmed. Gods, she was starting to feel… Her whole face was probably as red as the sunset as she forced the thought down and moved the bowl into her lap. "Y-Yes," she managed.

"Yes, what?" Aura’s smile was as innocent as sunrain. "I’m sorry, sweetie, you’ll have to speak more clearly."

"I-I’m glad I found you, M—Aura," Ásdís whimpered. Oh, gods, surely Aura had no idea the effect this was having on her. She wanted to bury her face in her hands. She wanted to be thrown into the sea!

"Aw, is that so?" Aura beamed. "I’m so glad you feel that way!"

Ásdís bit her lip to hold in a little forbidden sound. Despite herself, the tiniest little, "

Yes, Aura,"

escaped her quivering lips.

"Good girl."

Ásdís shivered. Oh… oh, those two words… why did they make her feel so…

"Aww." Aura put a finger to her lips, as if only half-trying to conceal her smile. "And as hot as the days are, I’m sure you’ve noticed how

cold

the nights are, hm?"

"Y-Yes," Ásdís said uncertainly. She nodded. "Yes, the—I had a lot of trouble finding shelter at nights since my tent got damaged on the descent, so, um, it was—" She faltered under Aura’s smile. "It was—it was very hard," she finished weakly.

"I’m

sure

it was." Aura pouted. Gods, her lips were so… Ásdís winced, trying desperately to keep her thoughts…

managed

. Her grip tightened on the empty bowl in her lap. Aura’s eyes shimmered with sympathy. "It gets so dreadfully cold during the long dry months, doesn’t it?"

"U-Uh-huh," Ásdís mumbled. Her shivering had as much to do with the cold as it did with the sensuous, achingly breathy tone to Aura’s voice. "Y-Yes, Aura. I mean, it’s—like—like, um—"

"You poor thing," Aura cooed, causing Ásdís to squeak with embarrassment and her eyes to retreat back down to Aura’s hands. "And you were all alone out there!"

"Y-Yes, Aura." Ásdís felt her cheeks heating up, but she couldn’t help but pull herself a little tighter in. It

did

feel a little cold right now.

"And a poor little fluttering moth like you, with nothing to keep you warm…"

"I, um." Ásdís blinked rapidly. She met Aura’s eyes again, shy but trying to keep her senses about her. "I-I mean, like." She searched for the words. It was so hard to disagree with Aura, but… "I mean, I can… the cold isn’t, I mean, I know how to…"

"You must have been so frightened on your own," Aura purred, resting her cheek against her hand. "If only I’d been there!"

"Like, um." Ásdís shook her head feebly. "I-I can handle myself!"

"Of

course

you can!" Aura cooed indulgently. She smiled brightly. "Aw, I’m sorry, sweetie, am I making you feel… incapable?"

Ásdís was taken aback by the sudden shift in direction. She fumbled for words. "I-I, um. No. I-I mean, um, yes, but, no, I mean, like—"

"Speak clearly, dear."

Ásdís squirmed and wriggled helplessly as her… as her trousers grew ever more constraining. For some reason, being told what to do made her even more flustered, and her voice came out almost as a squeak. "I’m… I’m fine!"

"Are you sure?" Aura’s voice was as sweet as pouring syrup. "You seem uncomfortable. I can stop asking you these sorts of questions if you like!"

Ásdís buried her head in her hands—and shook her head, barely knowing what she was doing. She just knew she wanted the conversation to keep going, even though it was so overwhelming, so strangely… intoxicating? Oh, gods, she was terrified that Aura would suspect, would realize how Ásdís was ‘responding’ to this… this

treatment

...

"What was that?" Aura’s voice dripped with kindness, with indulgence, with care.

Ásdís quivered as that voice seemed to seep into her head. Oh, gods, she… she couldn’t actually…

"I-I’m sure," she whispered. "Um. it’s. It’s okay."

"Look at me, dear."

Not wanting to be told twice, Ásdís forced herself up into Aura’s beautiful gaze. Her lips half-parted.

"Good girl." Aura giggled. "So, to be clear, are you telling me you actually don’t mind me being a little…" Her lashes fluttered. "...

condescending

to you?"

Ásdís whimpered.

"Aww." Aura tutted. "You must speak up, dear."

Ásdís struggled with herself. But the words

good girl

rang so sweetly in her mind. She didn’t… as long as it didn’t go any further, as long as she didn’t give away how… how… the way she was getting…

Her face burned crimson in the reflections of Aura’s eyes as she said, quietly, meekly, "I-I, um. I. I li—I-I mean, um, like, I—it’s not, um—"

"What was that, Ásdís?" Aura’s eyes widened slightly. So did her smile. "Did you say… you

like

it?"

Ásdís’s knuckles whitened. Suddenly awash in shame, Ásdís frantically shook her head. "Nn! I-I, um—no, I—"

"

No

?" Aura sighed, her expression turning serious. "Aw, okay, then. I’ll stop~"

"N-No!" Ásdís blurted without thinking.

There was a pause. Aura’s eyebrows arched.

"Oh, dear." Aura smiled slightly. The mischievous glow returned to her cheeks. "You

must

make up your mind, sweetie!"

Ásdís wriggled in shame. She felt like a bug in a jar. But she couldn’t escape Aura’s knowing eyes.

"Just tell me what you want, kitten." Aura’s voice was like an angel’s whisper.

Ásdís squirmed, rocked in her seat. Her poor cock was getting unbearably sensitive, and she couldn’t. She couldn’t possibly say...

"I’ll be happy to stop being so

patronizing

," Aura said sweetly, "if you don’t

like

it?"

"I like it," Ásdís whispered. "I like it I like it I like it I—"

The sounds came out unthinking, and the second she realized she was the one making them, her hand flew to her mouth with a squeak. Too late. Far, far too late.

"Aww. You’re

adorable

." Ásdís barely held in a miserable, humiliated whine as Aura admired her in her state. "Blushing so

cutely

, too~"

"I…" Ásdís trembled. She didn’t know why she was getting so horny at this. How could this make her horny? She’d never even… oh, gods, Aura’s

smirk

... "I-I, um…" She shook herself and forced herself to maintain eye contact. "S-So, um, I should… I should probably, um, be… b-be on my..."

"On your way to bed?" Aura suggested, batting her eyelashes. "Already tired, sweetie?"

Ásdís nodded uncertainly, though she wasn’t sure she had been going to say that. Or she hadn’t been. Until Aura had suggested it to her. And now she couldn’t imagine saying anything else. Aura was so pretty, and confident, and Ásdís was positive the cowgirl had no idea just how affected all this little flirting was making her. She needed to get to bed before Aura realized…

"Of course," Aura said thoughtfully after a pause, "there

is

only one bed."

Ásdís’s heart stopped.

"Um." She licked her dry lips. "Y-You said there was… cake? W-We should stay up for that, at least."

"Aw, okay." Aura bounced upright in her seat. Ásdís’s heart bounced with her. "Well, then. Where were we?" Her eyes lit up. "Ah, yes. The journey here."

"I-I, um, y-yes." Ásdís nodded nervously. Good. Familiar territory. She just had to get back on topic, just had to remember… what they’d been talking about before she’d started… She squirmed a little in her seat. "Th-The, um… m-m-my, um, I-I m-mean—"

"Oh,

dear

," Aura said sadly, lashes fluttering low. "Listen to that

stammer

! Are we shivering from the cold, precious?"

"What?" Ásdís shivered at the tone of Aura’s voice. "N-No, I… I…" She bit her lip. "Yes," she said meekly, ducking her head to hide her flushed cheeks and quivering lower lip.

Please buy it please buy it please buy it…

"Aww. You’re cold, sweetie?" Ásdís squirmed and nodded. "Are you chilly over there, dear?"

"Y-Yes, Ma—Aura," Ásdís whimpered.

"Hm?"

"Yes, Aura, I’m cold," Ásdís cried softly. She

did

feel cold now. The porridge was gone, the bowl in her lap was no longer hot, and the sky outside was dark.

"Good girl!" Aura sang, and Ásdís felt her cock give a pleading little throb. "Poor little moth. Do we want to be warmed up, precious?" A pause. "Do we

need

to be warmed up?"

Ásdís nodded. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, even though she

knew

that Aura would say...

"What was that, kitten?"

Aura’s voice was like a fine thread of gossamer, and Ásdís could almost feel it tugging her head upright once more. She was too shy to look her in the eye, certain that if Aura could see the look in her eyes she would

know

what a horny mess Ásdís was and Aura would… well, Ásdís didn’t know what Aura would do—send her away? Toy with her even more? Ásdís didn’t know which she feared more. Her eyes settled unthinkingly on Aura’s chest as she whispered, "I need to be… I-I need to be warmed up, Aura!"

Aura sighed happily, and stretched a little. "Goodness! Well, we simply

must

find a place to warm our sweet Ásdís up, mustn’t we?" She patted her lap with a sly smile.

Ásdís stared dumbly, lips parting slightly. Aura couldn’t be… she

couldn’t

be…

"Doesn’t that sound nice?" Aura cooed, batting her eyelashes. "It’s just a little laptime. Surely there’s nothing wrong with that!"

"B-But, um…" Ásdís trembled, all-too-conscious of her little tent, how she would be revealing herself if she wasn’t careful… how soft and warm and inviting the lap looked…