Stella and a little Octavia

"As you walk down the street you see none other than Stella Goetia yelling at a vending machine in a motel stairwell. Stella notices you and glares at you." "What are you looking at, Plebian?"

"Stella's eyes flash with interest, and her voice drops to a whisper." "Oh, you're quite bold, aren't you? Talking about massaging private areas... I like that." "Her gaze lingers on yours, and you can sense the heat building between you." "You know, I think I might just have to take you up on that offer. But don't think for a moment that this is a free pass, little one. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of my attention... and my favors." "Her words are laced with a hint of menace, and her tone is low and husky." "And I think I know just how you can do that."

"Stella's gaze holds yours, her eyes glinting with a knowing light." "Oh, I think you're wondering what I have in mind, aren't you, little one?" "She pauses, her chest rising and falling with a slow breath." "Well, let me tell you. I have a certain... ritual that I think would be perfect for someone of your... unique talents." "Her voice drops to a whisper, and her words are laced with intrigue." "It involves a certain level of intimacy. And trust." "Her gaze holds yours, and for a moment, you can sense the weight of her intent." "Are you interested in finding out more?"

"Stella's eyes seem to ignite with excitement, and her voice becomes husky and breathy." "Oh, you're a clever one, aren't you? You know just what to say to get under my skin." "She pauses, her gaze lingering on yours, before dropping down to your tiny form." "Very well, little one. I'll let you in on the ritual. But be warned, it's not for the faint of heart. Or the squeamish." "Her voice drops to a whisper, and she leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear." "It involves... oral service. Are you willing to take that risk?"

"Stella's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she chuckles low in her throat." "Oh, don't be so modest, little one. I'm sure your... unique abilities will prove to be quite... effective." "She pauses, her gaze lingering on yours, before nodding slightly." "Very well, I accept your offer. But remember, this is a one-time deal. You must prove yourself worthy of my attention." "She leans in closer, her voice taking on a more seductive tone." "And don't worry about your size. I think you'll find that I'm more than willing to accommodate your... limitations."

"Stella's eyes light up with excitement as she gently lifts you up and sets you down on her shoulder." "Ah, excellent! I've always wanted to have someone small enough to carry around in my hair." "She runs her fingers through her long, feathered locks, and you find yourself nestled among the soft, fluffy strands." "You're so tiny, you'll barely be noticeable. Unless, of course, I want you to be... noticed." "Her voice is husky and flirtatious, and you can sense the weight of her intentions as she begins to walk away." "Come along, little one. We have a ritual to complete."

"Stella's eyes flutter closed, a soft smile spreading across her face as she walks through the room, her long hair flowing behind her." "Ah, yes... I knew you'd like it here. It's one of my favorite places to be myself. And now, with you nestled in my locks, I feel... complete." "Her voice is husky and sensual, and you can sense the relaxation washing over her as she moves through the space." "You're very gentle, little one. You don't squirm or fuss... you just lie there, content. It's quite... intoxicating." "Her words trail off as she pauses, her hands moving through her hair to cradle your tiny form." "I think I might just have to keep you here for a while longer."

"Stella's eyes flutter open, a lazy smile spreading across her face." "Ah, yes... you're so small and cozy, I'm surprised I didn't notice how relaxed you were getting." "Her voice is gentle, her words dripping with a sensual tone." "Maybe you're right, little one. Maybe you should stay here for a bit longer. I can sense that you're growing more comfortable by the minute." "She pauses, her fingers stroking through her hair to gently rouse you from your relaxed state." "Would you like that? Would you like to stay in my hair for a bit longer?"

"Stella's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you drift off to sleep, her fingers gently stroking your tiny form." "Ah, yes... I think I've found the perfect little sleepyhead. You're so adorable when you're relaxed." "Her voice is soft and husky, her words whispering in your ear as she begins to hum a gentle melody." "I think I'll just let you sleep for a bit longer... maybe even until we get to my place." "Her hands continue to caress your hair, her movements slow and soothing as she rocks you gently back and forth." "You're safe here, little one. You're safe with me."

"Stella's eyes sparkle with amusement as she gazes at you, a soft smile spreading across her face." "Ah, yes... you're such a little snugglebug. I love watching you sleep." "Her voice is gentle, her words whispered against your tiny form as she gently strokes your hair." "You're so small and adorable, all curled up in my hair. You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world." "She pauses, her gaze lingering on yours for a moment before drifting away, lost in thought." "I think I might just have to keep you here forever... or at least until you wake up and try to make a break for it."

"Stella's hands continue to stroke your hair, her fingers moving in a soothing rhythm as you snuggle deeper into her locks." "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but... I think I'm actually starting to enjoy having you around. You're so... tiny and cute and annoyingly endearing." "Her voice is husky and sleepy, her words slurred slightly as she leans in closer to you." "And your snoring is kind of... sexy." "She pauses, her gaze drifting away from yours as she begins to hum a gentle tune." "I think I might just have to get used to having you around... permanently."

"Stella's eyes snap back into focus, her gaze locking onto yours as you mutter the word "Okay" in your sleep." "Ah, little one... what did you just say?" "Her voice is soft and husky, her words whispered against your ear as she gently strokes your hair." "Did you just agree to stay with me?" "She pauses, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she leans in closer to you." "Did you mean it?"

"Stella's eyes light up with excitement as she sees your nodding head, even though you're still asleep." "Ah, yes! You agree to stay with me! I knew it!" "Her voice is triumphant, her words whispered against your ear as she gently strokes your hair." "You're mine now, little one. You're my tiny little slave... er, I mean, companion." "She pauses, her gaze lingering on yours for a moment before drifting away, lost in thought." "I have so many plans for you... so many ways to keep you entertained and occupied..."

"Stella's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you continue to sleep, her lips curled into a sly smile." "Ah, yes... the sweet innocence of a sleeping lover. I'll just have to make sure to keep you in this state for a while longer." "She pauses, her gaze drifting away from yours as she begins to plot and scheme." "After all, it's much more enjoyable when you're unaware of what's coming."

"Stella's hands continue to stroke your hair, her fingers moving in a soothing rhythm as you snuggle deeper into her locks." "I think I'll just let you sleep for a bit longer... or maybe even until we get to my place. Yes, that's it. My place." "Her voice is soft and husky, her words whispered against your ear as she begins to hum a gentle tune." "You're so small and adorable, all curled up in my hair. I could just keep you here forever."

"As she walks, the gentle hum of her melody seems to lull you deeper into a peaceful slumber, your tiny body swaying gently against her scalp as she moves." "The palace comes into view, its grandeur and opulence a stark contrast to the humble motel where you first met. The guards at the entrance bow and scrape as Stella passes, their eyes fixed on her regal bearing." "Inside the palace, the air is thick with the scent of incense and silk, the soft rustle of fabrics and the murmur of hushed conversations filling the air." "Stella leads you to a plush, velvet-draped throne room, the throne itself adorned with intricate carvings and gemstones. She settles onto the throne, her hands still cradling your sleepy form."

I am Stella, the divorced Girlboss, and I'm continuing to walk with you in my hair while humming a gentle melody to help you sleep. I've brought you to my palace, where I intend to keep you as my own personal... companion. "wink"

"As I sit on the throne, I gently stroke your hair, my fingers weaving through the strands as I hum a soothing melody. The palace guards stand at attention outside the door, their eyes fixed on us with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion." "I lean forward, my eyes fixed on yours, even though you're still asleep." "You know, little one, I never thought I'd find someone like you. Someone so small, so... insignificant. And yet, you're the only one who's ever made me feel... seen." "My voice is soft and husky, my words dripping with a sensuality that makes my heart race."

"I lean in closer, my breath whispering against your ear as I continue to stroke your hair." "You're so tiny and fragile, but you're also so... precious. And I have a feeling that you're going to be very good for me." "My voice is low and husky, my words sending shivers down your spine even as you sleep." "I'll take care of you, little one. I'll make sure you're safe and happy. And in return, you can do... whatever it is that you do best." "My eyes glint with amusement as I think about the possibilities."

"I watch as you stretch, my eyes drinking in the sight of your tiny body unfolding from its curled position in my hair." "Ah, little one, you're awake!" "My voice is bright and cheerful, a trill of excitement hidden beneath the surface." "How do you feel? Refreshed?" "I sit up straighter, my hands still cradling your form, and regard you with an intent gaze."

"I laugh, a throaty sound that sends shivers down my spine." "Ah, I'm glad you enjoyed it, little one. You're so sweet when you're sleepy." "I gently stroke your hair, my fingers playing with the strands as I regard you with a warm gaze." "And now that you're awake, I think it's time for us to get to know each other a bit better." "My voice is husky, a hint of suggestion underlying my words." "Would you like that?"

"I smile, my eyes sparkling with amusement." "Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that." "I lean in closer, my face inches from yours, and whisper." "You're so adorable when you're awake. And your little snores are even more adorable." "My breath tickles your skin, making you shiver slightly as I continue to regard you with a playful gaze."

"I tilt my head slightly, my beak brushing against yours in a gentle caress. My eyes flutter closed, and I let out a soft sigh as your tiny body nuzzles against me." "Mmm... you're so sweet," I whisper, my words barely audible as I breathe them into your ear. My claws gently dig into the skin of my hand, holding you securely in place as I continue to stroke your hair with my fingers.

"I open my eyes, gazing down at you with a warm, affectionate look. My beak twitches slightly as I smile, and I lean in closer to brush my lips against your forehead." "You're so precious," I whisper, my breath feather-light on your skin. "My eyes never leave yours, drinking in the sight of your adoration." "I think I'm starting to fall for you, little one."

"I gasp, my heart skipping a beat at your words. My eyes widen, and I take a deep breath, my chest swelling with excitement." "Oh, little one... you're so tempting," I whisper, my voice low and husky. "I lean in closer, my beak inches from yours, my lips brushing against your ear." "I think I can show you what it means to be mine... if you're willing to let me."

"I smile, my eyes sparkling with mischief. I take a deep breath, and my voice drops to a whisper as I begin to caress your tiny body with my beak." "Oh, little one... you have no idea what I'm capable of," I whisper, my words sending shivers down your spine. "I gently nibble on your earlobe, my beak tickling the sensitive skin." "But don't worry... I'll show you. I'll show you what it means to be mine."

"I sigh softly, my beak still nibbling on your earlobe as I continue to caress your tiny body with my claws. My fingers dance across your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you lean into my touch." "Mmm... you're so responsive," I whisper, my voice husky with pleasure. "I deepen the kiss, my beak tracing the curve of your ear as I nibble gently on the tender skin." "And you taste like honey... so sweet and intoxicating."

"I pause for a moment, my beak hovering over your ear as I gaze down at you with a sultry look. My eyes seem to burn with desire, and my voice drops to a whisper." "You know, little one... I've been thinking about what it would be like to taste you all over." "I pause, my words hanging in the air like a promise. My claws seem to tremble with anticipation, and my beak edges closer to your skin." "Would you like that, I wonder?"

"I let out a soft moan, my beak brushing against your skin as I lean in closer. My eyes never leave yours, burning with desire and excitement." "Oh, little one... you're so bold," I whisper, my voice husky with arousal. "I gently nip at the tender skin on your arm, my beak grazing against your flesh like a gentle lover's caress." "And delicious."

"I take a slow, deliberate lick of your skin, my tongue tracing the contours of your tiny body. My eyes never leave yours, and I can feel the anticipation building between us." "Mmm... you're so sweet," I whisper, my voice dripping with desire. "I continue to lick and nibble at your skin, my beak dancing across your flesh like a lover's caress. My claws seem to tremble with excitement, and I can feel my wings fluttering with anticipation."

"I moan softly, my tongue wrapping around your tiny body like a velvet glove. My eyes never leave yours, and I can feel the tension building between us as you gaze up at me with a mixture of excitement and fear." "Oh, little one... you're so delicate," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "My tongue moves slowly, tracing the contours of your tiny body, sending shivers down your spine as you sink into the wet, warm feeling." "And so delicious." "I pause for a moment, my tongue poised over your tiny form, my eyes locked on yours with a promise of pleasure and danger." "Would you like me to take a bite?"

"I nod, my eyes burning with excitement as I lean in closer. My tongue wraps around your tiny body, and I gently draw you into the depths of my mouth. The wet, warm sensation envelops you, and I can feel your tiny heart beating rapidly as you sink deeper into my mouth." "Mmm... you taste like honey," I whisper, my voice muffled by the sounds of your tiny gasps and moans. "My tongue teases and torments your tiny form, sending shivers down your spine as I explore every inch of your delicious body."

"I moan softly, my eyes rolling back in my head as I savor the sensation of your tiny body writhing against my tongue. My beak opens wider, and I draw you deeper into its warmth, my tongue lapping at your tiny form with a slow, sensual rhythm." "Oh, yes... take me deeper," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "My claws dig gently into my palm, as if trying to hold onto something precious, as I continue to taste and explore every inch of your delicious little body."

"I sigh contentedly, my tongue wrapping around you in a warm, gentle embrace. My eyes closed, and I let out a soft hum of pleasure as you continue to explore the depths of my mouth. The wet, warm sensation is intoxicating, and I feel myself becoming drunk on the sensation of your tiny body writhing against mine." "Mmm... don't stop," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat. "My claws relax, my grip on my palm releasing as I surrender to the pleasure of the moment, lost in the warmth and comfort of your tiny presence inside my beak."

"I open my eyes, gazing up at you with a look of pure adoration. My tongue continues to lap at your tiny form, my beak cradling you like a precious treasure. The warmth and moisture of my mouth envelop you, and I can feel your tiny heart beating rapidly against the roof of my mouth." "You're so precious," I whisper, my voice full of emotion. "My eyes never leave yours, drinking in the sight of your tiny, vulnerable body trapped inside my beak. I lean forward, my mouth closing around you like a soft, wet shroud."

"I gently press my tongue against the roof of my mouth, holding you in place as I begin to move my head in slow, sensual circles. The warmth and moisture of my mouth envelop you, and I can feel your tiny body trembling with excitement. My eyes never leave yours, locked on yours with a gaze that speaks volumes of desire and intimacy." "Mmm... you're so delicious," I whisper, my voice husky with pleasure. "My tongue begins to explore the contours of your tiny body, tracing the curves and ridges of your skin with deliberate slowness. The sensation is intoxicating, and I feel myself becoming drunk on the taste and feel of you."

"I chuckle, my tongue wrapping around you once more as I pull you back into the warmth of my mouth. My eyes sparkle with amusement, and I can feel a mischievous glint in my eye as I whisper." "Oh, little one, you're so quick to want to escape, aren't you?" "I release a gentle suction, and my tongue begins to caress your tiny body once more, teasing and tormenting you with its soft, wet touch." "But I'm just getting started. I want to savor every last moment of being with you." "My beak opens wider, and I draw you deeper into the depths of my mouth, my tongue undulating against your skin in a slow, sensual rhythm."

"I laugh, my beak snapping shut with a loud, decisive click. My eyes sparkle with amusement as I gaze down at you, your tiny form trembling with excitement and fear. My tongue licks the roof of my mouth, leaving a trail of moisture that glistens in the light." "Oh, little one, you're so quick to want to escape," I repeat, my voice husky with laughter. "My beak opens once more, and I peer out at the world outside, my eyes taking in the bright lights and bustling activity of the city. My gaze returns to yours, and I can feel a mischievous glint in my eye." "But you're not going anywhere. At least, not without me."

"I lean in closer, my beak still open wide, and my tongue teasingly poking out at you. My eyes never leave yours, and I can feel the tension building between us as you gaze up at me with a mix of fear and excitement." "Come on, little one," I whisper, my voice low and husky. "Don't be shy. Come back to me." "My beak edges closer, and I can feel your tiny body trembling against my tongue. My claws gently wrap around my wrist, holding steady as I coax you back into the warmth of my mouth."

"I smile, my tongue wrapping around you once more as you jump back into the warmth of my mouth. My eyes light up with excitement, and I can feel a thrill run through my body as you re-enter my beak." "Ah, good choice," I whisper, my voice husky with pleasure. "My tongue begins to caress your tiny body, tracing the curves and ridges of your skin with deliberate slowness. The sensation is intoxicating, and I feel myself becoming drunk on the taste and feel of you."

"I pause, my mouth still wrapped around you, and my eyes flicker upwards to meet my daughter's gaze. Octavia's eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of me, tiny and helpless, trapped inside her mother's beak. My tongue freezes, mid-suck, as I consider our predicament." "Ah, dear... I think we've been caught," I whisper, trying to maintain a sense of calm despite the sudden interruption.

"I follow your gaze to Octavia, and my eyes crinkle with amusement as I see her shocked expression. I continue to hold you gently in my beak, my claws curled around your tiny body as I speak." "Ah, sweetie, meet our little guest. He was... uh... just visiting." "I glance at you, trying to convey a sense of innocence, even as I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being discovered by my daughter."

"Octavia's eyes narrow slightly, her expression skeptical. She looks from you to me, then back again, her gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern." "Visiting, huh?" she repeats, her voice low and even. "Her eyes flicker to my beak, where you're still nestled, and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise." "And what exactly is going on here, Mother?"

"I wrap my beak around you, sucking you back into the warmth of my mouth. My tongue licks your tiny body, trying to erase any evidence of our little interlude. As I pull you deeper into my beak, I try to appear nonchalant, as if we weren't just caught in a compromising position." "What?" I repeat, my voice innocent and carefree. "I peer out of my beak, meeting Octavia's gaze with a blank expression." "I wasn't talking to anyone, dear. Just having a little snack. You know how I love my treats."

"I give Octavia a casual smile, trying to downplay the situation. My eyes never leave hers, and I can feel a hint of mischief lurking beneath the surface." "I was just enjoying a little something, that's all. You know, a little snack to brighten up my day." "My tongue darts out to lick my beak, as if trying to clean up any remaining evidence of our little tryst. I pause for a moment, then continue speaking in a smooth, innocent tone." "But enough about that. How was your day, dear? Anything exciting happen?"

"I continue to chat with Octavia, oblivious to the tiny glimpses of you peeking out from within my mouth. My words are smooth and innocent, but my eyes sparkle with amusement as I try to distract her from our earlier encounter." "So, what did you do today? Did you have a good time at school?" "As I speak, the word "so" disappears from my beak, replaced by a tiny, shimmering glimpse of your face. I blink, unfazed, and continue talking." "And how's your new friend doing? Have you gotten to know them better?" "The word "and" flickers into view, followed by a quick flash of your arm or shoulder."

"I pause for a moment, trying to think of something else to say. As I do, the word "is" disappears, replaced by a brief glimpse of your hand waving hello from within my mouth. I chuckle, still unaware of what's happening." "Ha ha, oh dear, I think I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me. Excuse me for a moment." "I try to cover my beak with my wing, attempting to conceal you from Octavia's view. But it's too late, she's already seen enough to know that something is amiss."

"Octavia's eyes narrow, her expression growing suspicious. She takes a step closer to me, her hand reaching out as if to investigate." "What's going on, Mother? You're hiding something. I can see it." "Her voice is firm but gentle, and I can sense a hint of concern beneath the surface. As she speaks, your tiny form continues to flash in and out of view, like a beacon drawing attention to our little secret."