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iniquiticityJullanar seduced by a faerie princess
A woman started frequenting the bookshop. Jullanar called her that, at least. She asked about books and often bought them, but it was strange -- it was not really ever clear if she cared that much. It mostly seemed like she knew that if she asked about books and bought them, Jullanar would talk to her. The woman did _not_ talk to Jemis, and Jemis did not talk to her. In fact, the woman seem to provoke Jemis' terrible sneezing and thus Jullanar was the only one of the two of them who could help.
One day the woman brought Jullanar a beautiful gemstone flower, and then a strange music box which made Jullanar think of storms, and then a ring made of a snake that when she looked away should could have sworn the tongue flicked out.
Today the woman arrived in beatiful periwinkle dress that reminded Jullanar of stars, and she had a bouquet of ocean-blue roses. Jullanar found that she could be nothing but flattered.
"Why don't you put these in water upstairs?" the woman asked, and Jullanar could admit it was harder to call her that when she was so beautiful and so ethereal and there was moss in her hair.
"Of course," Jullanar said, smiling, and upstairs the dress was pressed against her back. It was cool and slithery and mader her body tingle. Benneret felt so ... _physical_ in comparison. She was still holding the roses, but the "woman"'s kisses were feathery on her neck and a careful hand was stroking her stomach like a breeze.
"The roses," Jullanar offered, feebly, and suddenly they seemed to fade out like seaform, and the woman and her soft-moss hands were touching her everywhere. She considered protesting but -- but why, and it was _nice_ to be wanted by something so powerful and fierce, and she turned in that arm to see the fae face, all angles, bark-knot eyes staring at her.
"My bookkeeper," said the fae, in a pine-needle rustle, "My beauty."
A woman started frequenting the bookshop. Jullanar called her that, at least. She asked about books and often bought them, but it was strange -- it was not really ever clear if she cared that much. It mostly seemed like she knew that if she asked about books and bought them, Jullanar would talk to her. The woman did _not_ talk to Jemis, and Jemis did not talk to her. In fact, the woman seem to provoke Jemis' terrible sneezing and thus Jullanar was the only one of the two of them who could help.
One day the woman brought Jullanar a beautiful gemstone flower, and then a strange music box which made Jullanar think of storms, and then a ring made of a snake that when she looked away should could have sworn the tongue flicked out.
Today the woman arrived in beatiful periwinkle dress that reminded Jullanar of stars, and she had a bouquet of ocean-blue roses. Jullanar found that she could be nothing but flattered.
"Why don't you put these in water upstairs?" the woman asked, and Jullanar could admit it was harder to call her that when she was so beautiful and so ethereal and there was moss in her hair.
"Of course," Jullanar said, smiling, and upstairs the dress was pressed against her back. It was cool and slithery and mader her body tingle. Benneret felt so ... _physical_ in comparison. She was still holding the roses, but the "woman"'s kisses were feathery on her neck and a careful hand was stroking her stomach like a breeze.
"The roses," Jullanar offered, feebly, and suddenly they seemed to fade out like seaform, and the woman and her soft-moss hands were touching her everywhere. She considered protesting but -- but why, and it was _nice_ to be wanted by something so powerful and fierce, and she turned in that arm to see the fae face, all angles, bark-knot eyes staring at her.
"My bookkeeper," said the fae, in a pine-needle rustle, "My beauty."