Ayda puffs her cheeks out, her hands resting on the nipple tips of Tik Tik’s mounds.
“No need be worried, Ayda,” Tik Tik says. “You got this. Make Tik Tik feel good, then ask innkeeper next time you see her. Worst she do is say no, yes?”
“I… I guess,” Ayda mopes gently.
“Something the matter?”
Ayda pulls her hands away, letting Tik Tik’s nipples spring out. “Just… let me enjoy these for now.”
“Oh, Tik Tik be quiet, then,” The kobold says, mimicking a button over her lips.
The wolpertinger shakes her head and says. “Oh, I want you to be as loud as you want, Tik Tik,” and as she finishes that thought, she leans in, rolls out her tongue, and gives that nipple a nice, big lick.
As their little transdimensional hideaway becomes a tumbling nightmare, Mistress Jun wraps her arms around Camellia, letting gravity make the harshest of attacks upon her own body. The floor becomes a wall, and the wall becomes the ceiling, and the ceiling becomes the floor, but the furniture that comes with the portable bedroom remains fixed in place. Jun sighs in relief when she hits what was once the ceiling, holding her submissive close to her with not even a pillow falling upon their body, only to curse her luck when she slams against the drawers when the wall becomes the floor!
Jun lay on her back, groaning and letting her arms flop off of her submissive and dangle off the edge of the dresser. Camellia curls up to the kitsune, shaking her shoulders. “Mistress! Please, wake up! Oh, please, you’re too great to be easily hurt by such an unprecedented mph!?”
A finger presses against Camellia’s lips. “Are you alright, Flower?”
Camellia shuffles out of the way, scooting off the dresser and onto the wall. “I’m fine, mistress. Do not worry about me. You’re the one who has taken most of the hits from our tumbling, I’m sure. But, what exactly happened?”
 Jun staggers to her feet, claws clicking on the wall as she leans, pressing her palms against her back, letting out a protracted groan but concluding that no damage was done. “I’m not entirely sure,” the sorceress responds. She hesitates to step too far away, her hand nearing her submissive.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” Camellia says, picking herself up, her hands wrapped around her chest.
“There is clothing in the drawers and the, well,” she glances up, eying the opposite wall where the closet sits. “The drawers should do for now. Meanwhile, let me investigate the exit runes.”
Jun places her hand against the far wall, still a wall in this configuration, and she closes her eyes. Her tails flick up, magical energy flowing through her body and toward her fingertips. The markings she placed here are still in place. “They’re not working,” she mutters to herself.
“Mistress?”
“Oh, yes, sorry, Camellia,” Jun says, tracing along the marks. “Nothing to be worried about. It seems we’ve been taken somewhere by some ignorant fool or kicked around on the street. No need to worry.” She smiles as she turns around.
Camellia had not yet picked out what garments she should wear. She sets some underthings aside in the drawer as she reaches in and gropes around for other clothes.
“Well, we should go as quickly as possible!” Camellia says.
“No need to rush now,” Jun says, stepping up. She steps onto the drawer, leaning on her lifted knee, smirking at the human. “After all, we are still here and still together and still safe.”
With her free wrist, she flicks away the underwear Camellia holds. The human hops up to attention, dropping the drawer, her face burning red.
“Come over here,” Jun says, pointing to the floor behind her.
Camellia scurries around the dresser and stands behind her mistress, hands behind herself now, letting the kitsune examine her body again.
Jun strokes underneath Camellia’s chin, tilting her head up, so they look eye-to-eye.
Camellia parts her lips, the words not coming out immediately. A reassuring coo from her beloved mistress urges her forward. “Does this mean we can finally talk about what’s been bothering you?”
Jun strokes up Camellia’s cheek and down to her lips. A moment passes, of sweet contemplation, both of Camellia’s wondrous form and also of the question at hand. “Later,” Jun coos, adding, “Over dinner.”
Camellia’s breath slows down and shudders. The fox slips her fingers down to the human’s chin and pushes the woman’s jaw, coaxing her upwards.
Camellia’s confidence melts away as the mistress she knows and loves controls her.
Tails swish hypnotically as hands slide down over her body.
New words pass Camellia’s lips. “I’ve… I’ve counted each and every day to come back to see you. It drove me wild not being in contact with my mistress.”
A lovelier growl passes through Jun’s teeth. “I’ve counted the hours, flower.”
Fingers slip down over Camellia’s collar, rolling over her breasts.
“Ayda,” Camellia begins, making the kitsune pause a moment, “is such an amateur. Her… touch is merely to provide herself with delight, and not like how yours makes every bump of flesh quiver in joy.”
A finger swirls over a nipple, stiffening the thing with its teasing touch.
Camellia draws in her breath through her teeth as the finger flicks over the stimulated sensitive nub.
“You are the most brilliant mind in the city, no, the world!”
Jun’s other hand slips down, brushing past her navel. “What have you missed the most about me, my flower?”