The feeling of magic washing over her body was soothing to say the least, as a wave of prestidigitation magic pulled every bit of sweat and dust from her body rending her clean in an instant. The fluttering Fae instantly began running a comb through her hair, whistling to herself in the hallway as she groomed the little human woman. After a few moments, she gave Emora a pat on the top of the head and fluttered up slightly.
"The winds favor you today," Tyra said, the blonde Fae gently bobbing in the air in front of Em. She had her own shoes off, but unlike the other Fae, Tyra kept herself exceptionally clean with constant uses of her Prestidigitation spell throughout the day, "You'll find it, I can feel it."
"Thank you," Emora said softly, enjoying the sensation of being clean, "Do you have any leads?"
"Nope! Mama' Katri may know, but she won't tell. Not till' our stocks run low. We're havin' a good ol' time watchin' you search. Good luck~"
With that, Tyra zipped toward Emora. Her foot planted atop her head gently as she passed by, just using her as a small stepping stone to continue onward. Em turned around, blushing a little as the Fae fluttered away from her down the hallway. Emora's movements throughout the house were far less monitored than Mathew's were. She knew the Fae tended to have a tight magical leash on him, even though they seemed to enjoy sharing him with the other denizens of the home. It was likely due to the 'aethereal nectar' he produced. It had been nearly a month since she was brought into the home, and aside from their lovely dinner in the garden, Mathew was a rare sight to see for her. She was worried for his health, not just physically, but mentally as well. Even though he was immortal, he was still someone she cared for deeply, and she had the urge to protect him the best she could.
The diminutive woman walked along the hallway's outer edge, careful to stay away from the footpaths of the larger denizens of the house. Before she ran into Tyra, she was covered in dirt. Caitlin had put her to work a lot, tending to her feet and being toyed with in the garden. She was basically like the Elven woman's doll, which she miraculously hadn't broken too badly yet. There was one instance where Caitlin snapped her arm, and after Caitlin forced her work around it for a few days, Nina finally came around and healed it on her own. She had never been so happy to see the Fae in her life.
She knew there were several other denizens of the home, though she had only officially met Sammi at this point. The otter woman seemed far more dangerous than Caitlin to be around, having stepped on her once already nearly crushing her to death. Once again, if it wasn't for Nina's intervention, she'd be in a far worse place now. Caitlin was terrifying due to her power, but overall she was a fairly sweet Elven woman. Sammi was terrifying due to her lack of care for her life, which was a far more dangerous aspect in her book.
However, there was an allure to the terror. She loved it, deep down. It was an odd line to walk, with each show of force on her tiny body making her weaker and weaker with pleasure.
Thump, Thump, Thump
Em looked over her shoulder back down the hallway she had come down, towards the kitchen. She hadn't met her yet personally, but she'd seen the sleepy Civet woman a few times throughout her tenure – generally from the crack between Caitlin's toes when she was worn as an accessory. The giant woman carried a cup of coffee on a saucer as she walked along, her enormous, powerful paws lifting from the ground before patting back down. Em's heart raced as she watched her leave the kitchen, heading back towards her bedroom along the carpeted floor. At the end of the hall, the Civet reached a door, opened it, and stepped through. Her tail swishing slowly behind her like a ribbon through the air before disappearing… And the door was left open.
Her mind crept into thoughts about her paws, about how part of her wanted to be walking down the center of the hallway, to be obliterated by the sleepy woman in passing. She bit her lower lip imagining the sensation of being pressed flat beneath that enormous paw, but shortly after pushed it from her mind. The door was open, and she hadn't been able to talk to any of the giants about Mathew's disappearance.
It seemed like running a marathon, but eventually Em reached the doorway. She slipped through the crack to see a modestly sized room with mostly white furniture. The walls were white, her bed was white, and the floor was a gentle shade of light blue. Almost like walking on air, it seemed. The Civet woman had sat down on her bed with the cup of coffee set on the table next to her, her paws pressed into the fabric of the bed itself as she lazily reached over to grab one of the two books on the table next to her for a quick read. Determined, Em ran over in the Civet's direction.
"Hey!" She shouted, waving her arms and hopping along, "Hey you! Down here!"
The Civet's ears flicked a little, her eyes trailed to the ground as she heard Em's shouting. She curiously watched as Em scurried over to her bed, not saying anything as she was still trying to wake herself up with her coffee. Black, with clove. And some cream, just a little. She took in a deep breath of the liquid, closing her book and setting it aside just as Emora peeked over the edge of the bed. She waited for Em to climb up the wooden structure so she was at a better vantage point before speaking up.
"Ya know, Caitlin says we have a moral obligation to play with and pop your kind under our paws. She's nature incarnate, just kinda… indwelled among us. I can't even attract a crow, she brings in half the forest daily and talks a family of Fae into living here. You must be… Emora, right?"
When the Civet said 'pop', a jolt of pleasure and fear shot up Em's spine. She froze in place, just listening to what was being said. Her face was flush, blushing deeply as she fought the urge to run away. She wanted to jump off, head back to the door and resume her search elsewhere. The sleepy Civet may be just as dangerous as Sammi or the others, especially with that in her mind. She steeled herself though, looking up to the floof who sat in her bed as she sipped on coffee. She tried to speak, but no words came out.
"Eh, don't worry. I know you're Caitlin's little bitch. Doesn't mean I won't paste you though, there's something about that little pop you all make that just feels great. Name's Faith."
"You've… Crushed other humans before?"
With that, Faith shifted in her bed. She still had her coffee in hand as she brought her left paw up, slamming her heel down onto the wooden bedframe. The Civet's toes flexed a little as she proudly displayed her most recent kill. Mathew's corpse was flat on her paw pad, the blood splattered up and around him. It was dried to her skin, mostly just a stain in the center of her pain pad as intestines dangled down toward her. No blood dripped however, he was simply there – flat against her paw pad like a little tattoo. Em instinctively brought her hands to her face, not just because of the sight – but because of the smell. She gagged a little as the paw's musk slid over her. Faith's paw didn't look unkempt, but it had a reek about it that was enough to make Em's eyes water. The Civet scoffed at the little woman's reaction.
"Oh come on, they aren't that bad," She said in a bit of frustration.
"Y… Yeah. Like roses." Em weakly said.
"I'll have you know it was kissing, licking, and I'm more than pretty sure humping my toes so much that it has made more than one mess. My paws are perfect for a tiny to fuck away to it's heart's content."
"How long?"
"What, you knew this little pawfucker?" Faith chuckled, "Dunno. I tortured it for days, trapped it in my socks. I doubt it would have wanted to leave if it could. It's dead now though."
Just as she said that, Em saw a little twitch in one of Mathew's fingers. He had been broken down so flat that he was essentially part of the giant's skin at this point, but even with that, there was still a small sign of life. He was alive, trapped there in agony as an accessory to the giant creature's paw. As Faith sipped on her coffee, Emora tried to stomach the smell, and the sight of Mathew in such a sorry state.
"I can… I can clean him off for you, if you want."
"Nah, I like it there." Faith dismissed her offer immediately, her ears feeling flush and a little warm as she imagined the sensations Mathew sent through her paw before she ended him. "I can almost feel it still fucking away."
"Are you sure?"
"I mean, I could add a stain to the other paw. Want me to step on you next?"
"No, please." She meekly whimpered out.
"The longer you stay here, the more I wanna feel you crunch. You'd better scurry along before I put you to work."
Swallowing deeply, Emora looked up to the still living corpse of Mathew, stuck steadfast to Faith's paw pad. There wasn't anything she could do, and that hurt her deeply. However, she knew Mathew would want her to keep on living. He'll come back, there'll be another time later when they can talk all about what happened. But if she dies here, that's the end of her story. With a gentle nod, she began to climb back down the bed, defeated.
So she left the Civet to her reading and coffee, her search finally over with a grim end