Catalina thought this ritual was far more visceral than the lesbian phone sex she’d read about in smuggled novels. The market smelled of body odor, hot iron, and wet fur. Her pink and blue hair fluttered in the breeze as she stepped past shivering wolves and stoic lions, her silk gown trailing through the dust. Then she saw Iris. The dirt covered unicorn girl beastman stood in a rusted cage, her rainbow hair a tangled mess and her face a picture of defiance. A guard jabbed a spear through the bars, nearly clipping Iris’s nose. “This brat is for the coliseum tomorrow,” he spat. Iris didn’t flinch; she simply blew a loud, wet raspberry at the man, her iridescent horn glowing with spite.
Catalina stopped, a smirk playing on her lips. “I’ll take her.”
“You want this disaster?” the trader asked, eyeing Catalina’s expensive jewelry.
Iris scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not a pet, you pampered little doll. I’ll bite your fingers off the moment you unlock this door.”
“I like a challenge,” Catalina replied, her voice a cool blade. “And I have a very large bed for you to be bratty in.”
Iris narrowed her eyes, a flicker of curiosity breaking through her anger. “I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
“I’m counting on it,” Catalina smiled.
The binding ritual was a blur after Catalina bought the unruly unicorn and brought her home. She immediately took Iris to her Opalescent bathroom to get clean. The dust and grime marring her beauty. She come out into the bedroom looking almost like a new unicorn.
The silk sheets of Catalina’s bed felt like a cloud, but the atmosphere between the two women was electric. Iris paced the room, looking less like a rescued slave and more like a caged storm. She stopped inches from Catalina, the air thick with a sudden, heavy tension.
“Still think you’re the boss just because of a slave contract?” Iris sneered, though her gaze lingered hungrily on Catalina’s lips.
Catalina laughed, reaching out to grab Iris by the waist and pulling her flush against her. “Why do you still have on those rags? You are clean. You don’t need those anymore.”
Iris groaned, her rebellious Façade cracking as she leaned into the touch. “Shut up and touch me.”
Catalina pushed Iris onto the bed, their bodies colliding in a clash of strong wills. She ripped away the coarse slave rags, revealing Iris’s pale skin and shimmering curves. Catalina’s tongue traced a path from Iris’s throat to her chest, while Iris clawed at the pink and blue hair, pulling her down with a desperate hunger.
“You’re just a spoiled brat,” Iris gasped, her hips arching wildly as Catalina’s fingers found her wet pussy.
“And you’re a sloppy cunt for me,” Catalina countered, sliding two fingers deep into the pulsing heat.
The sound filled the room, rhythmic as Catalina worked her hand, driving Iris toward a peak. Iris screamed, her horn flashing rainbow light, her thighs clamping tight around Catalina’s wrist. “I hate you!” she wailed, even as she ground her clit frantically against Catalina’s palm.
Catalina chuckled, leaning in for a deep, saliva-swapping kiss. “Tell me more about how much you hate this lesbian phone sex fantasy come to life.”
Iris didn’t answer with words; she pulled Catalina’s head down, her own wetness soaking the sheets as they lost themselves in a frantic, lesbian tangle of limbs.
“Forget lesbian phone sex,” Iris whimpered, her voice breaking as she peaked. “Just don’t ever stop.”
