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Elphaba Thropp entered The Golden Lion, her heeled boots lightly thumping against the floor. She wore a tailored pin-striped suit, the corset hugging her slender waist, and a long black braid trailing down her back. She was now The Eminent Thropp, overseeing Munchkinland with Nessarose by her side. Yet there was a loneliness that came with her position, and a void she sought to fill. She tapped her long, green nails against the shimmering bartop as she ordered a ruby slipper. The liquor was blood red with golden flecks, tasting like sweet strawberries. She picked a table in the middle, sliding into the high backed chair and sipping her drink slowly.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the only, the only….Galinda the Good!”
The heavy red curtains parted, and Galinda descended from the rafters on a golden swing, clad in her signature pink. Some things don’t change, Elphaba thought with a smirk. Galinda’s sweet perfume filled the air as she blew the audience a kiss from her glossy lips. She slinked onto the stage, beginning her intoxicating dance. She was all lithe limb and graceful movements. Golden hair spilled down her shoulders in gentle curls. She took hold of two large pink feathery fans from the side of the stage, slowly shedding her clothing and giving the audience teasing glimpses of her glowing flesh.
What was even more entrancing than her dance was her voice. She sang along with the tune the animal band played, and it reminded Elphaba of the sirens she had read about as a little girl. Her voice was sweet, all silk and bubbles. She warbled into an impromptu arpeggio that had the audience clapping wildly, including Elphaba. Her former roommate was impressive in her skill set.
Eventually, she locked eyes with Elphaba, her pink mouth falling open in shock. Her cheeks tinged a deep rose as she continued her dance. Just as she ended up fully naked in her sky high pink heels, the fans covered her body before the audience could get the full view. She giggled coquetishly and winked before the curtains closed. Galinda quickly scurried off stage, pulling on a pink silk robe that just rested under the curve of her ass before running onto the main floor.
“Elphaba Thropp! What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Elphaba’s ruby red lips curved into an amused smirk as she finished her drink.
“I came to see a little songbird,” she replied cooly.
The blush deepened over Galinda’s cheeks as she stammered, clutching her robe tightly.
“Well, did you enjoy the show?”
“Very much so,” Elphaba replied. “Is there somewhere private we could talk?”
Galinda nodded, showing Elphaba to her private dressing room decorated in all shades of pink and sprinkled with a little white.
“I heard about your family, how the Wizard swindled them out of most of their money before disappearing,” Elphaba explained, jumping right to the point.
“I was a fool to ever fall in cahoots with that man,” Galinda sighed.
“He had almost all of Oz fooled,” Elphaba said kindly.
“So you came to witness my downfall?”
“Perhaps I did take a bit of delight in it, but no, that’s not why I came. I came to offer my assistance.”
Galinda raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
“My position keeps me busy, and it can be rather lonely. I find myself longing for companionship,” Elphaba explained.
“And you wish to make me your companion?”
“To accompany me for events, and to warm my bed when requested. You would be properly compensated and taken care of.”
“Yes!” Galinda squeaked quickly.
“You don’t need to think about it?”
“Are you kidding me?! Take me away tonight,” Galinda grinned, dashing about the room to shove her belongings in various pink trunks.
“I must say I expected this to be a much longer conversation,” Elphaba laughed.
“We’ll work out all the details, I promise, I just…I don’t want to do this anymore,” Galinda said, tears welling in her brown eyes. This was her chance to escape, to perhaps find the remnants of the life stolen from her. Maybe she could find it with the woman she loved all those years ago.
“I’m fine with discussing all the details later, I just don’t want you to feel forced into this decision.”
Galinda threw her arms around Elphaba’s neck, nuzzling the woman’s warm, green neck. It was lovely to hear someone utter such words.
Hey, little songbird, look all around you. See how the vipers and vultures surround you.
“I promise that I don’t feel forced,” she assured her.
“Good,” Elphaba smiled and helped Galinda finish her packing, then Elphaba’s attendants helped load them into the coach before taking them to the train that whisked them back to Colwen Grounds.
“Elphaba, it is quite late,” Nessarose scolded, already waiting in the foyer of the sprawling manor. Her gaze softened when she spotted Galinda walking in.
“My apologies,” Elphaba said.
“Oh, it’s alright! It’s good to see an old friend,” Nessarose smiled, moving her chair closer. Galinda leaned in to give her a friendly hug. “I can have the attendants fetch some food for you if you’re hungry.”
“That is very kind, but I’d prefer a long bath and a nice sleep,” Galinda grinned.
“I’ll show you to your quarters,” Elphaba said, exchanging a look with Nessarose that indicated they would talk later.
“Goodnight!’ Nessarose called behind them, shaking her head and smiling to herself. She was certainly no fool.
Galinda relaxed in the large, luxurious bath brimming with rose scented bubbles. She didn’t even bother with clothing before slipping under the soft sheets. The moment her golden head hit the pillow, she was out.
Days, weeks, and months passed as Elphaba and Galinda found their place together. Galinda had to admit she felt like a spoiled lapdog, but she rather enjoyed it. When Elphie wasn’t around, she enjoyed Nessa’s company a great deal and spent afternoons together gossiping over tea and exploring the gardens. During the evenings, if there weren’t events to attend, the three would dine together. It all felt oddly normal.
“It’s wonderful to see a smile on Elphaba’s face again,” Nessa smiled, sipping on her tea as Galinda nibbled on a pink petite four. “It’s not good when she gets trapped inside herself. I’m thrilled the two of you crossed paths again.”
“Me too,” Galinda smiled.
She was more than happy to accept her position as Elphie’s sugar baby. She wanted for nothing; anything she wanted was at her fingertips. She enjoyed being whisked away to fancy events in couture and fancy jewels, all while on Elphie’s arm. But she enjoyed warming Elphaba’s bed even more. The spark they shared long ago at Shiz still lingered against the surface, and the best part was, Elphaba never forced her. Galinda always came willingly to her.
I want to fly down and feed at her hand. I want a nice soft place to land.
One day, she jokingly referred to Elphie as daddy.
“I like how that sounds, my little songbird,” Elphaba smirked.
“Do you, daddy?” Galinda purred, slinking her way over in pink lingerie, draping herself face down over Elphaba’s lap.
Elphaba’s hand ran between Galinda’s shoulder blades, down her spine, then rested on the curve of her pert ass. Galinda purred like a satiated housecat. A possessive streak overtook Elphaba.
“You’re all mine, yes?”
Galinda squirmed. “Of course, daddy….but what would you do if someone else touched me?”
“I’d rip them to pieces then remind you who you belonged to.”
“Show me, daddy,” Galinda begged. Her silken thong was ripped off before Elphie smacked her bare ass over and over. The sting made Galinda squeal, her pretty voice echoing off the walls in a song of woe.
Her red ass shone like a ripe ruby, arousal pooling down her pale thighs and dripping onto the floor. She adored this gilded cage and being kept by Elphaba. Her daddy. Her lover. Her saviour.
“I d…didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” Elphaba asked, her voice wavering.
“Oh no, daddy, that felt wonderful,” Galinda exclaimed, tears glistening on her cheeks like icy diamonds. “I like being reminded that I’m yours!”
She showed her appreciation by burying her fingers and tongue inside Elphie after ripping her free from the black ensemble.
“You’re so beautiful,” Galinda breathed against Elphie’s green skin.
Those words felt even better than Galinda’s fingers buried inside her.
After dinner one evening, Elphaba retired to her study to look over the contracts to expand Muchkinland’s farming opportunities. She opened the heavy oak doors to find a naked Galinda sprawled over the emerald green chaise. The papers fell from Elphaba’s hands, scattering around the floor. Her cheeks were heated, and her glasses slipped down her nose from the perspiration peppering across her skin.
“You’ve been working very hard, daddy,” she purred, “I think you deserve a break.”
Elphie felt her mouth go dry, heat lapping in her lower belly.
“I suppose I’ve earned one,” she whispered, transfixed by Galinda’s glowing, naked skin shimmering like a diamond.
Galinda shifted her body until she was perched on the edge of the chase, crooking her finger to beckon Elphaba closer. Her hands skimmed over Elphaba’s body before popping open the black buttons of Elphie’s puffed sleeved top, pulling the shirt free, and sliding her hands over the firm, green breasts. She worked down Elphie’s black slacks next, along with her lace underwear, until she was naked.
“It’s been too long since I’ve heard you sing,” Elphaba whispered, tracing her thumb over Galinda’s lower lip.
Hey, little songbird, give me a song. I’m a busy woman and can’t stay long.
“My voice is all yours, daddy,” Galinda purred, batting her long, minky lashes.
Elphaba gently pushed Galinda back and spread her thighs wide. Her teeth nipped the soft, supple flesh of Galinda’s thighs before lapping her tongue against the blonde’s sex. The opaque pearls of arousal danced over Elphie’s tongue. Galinda began her song, the octaves bleeding high and clear from her mouth as Elphaba pleasured her. Elphaba felt a woman starved as she savoured her favorite treat between Galinda’s thighs. She could drown in her little songbird’s taste.
Galinda’s voice soared higher like a tinkling bell as pleasure surged through her body. She continued her beautiful song as she came against Elphie’s mouth. No one else could make her sing like that.
“Beautiful, my little songbird,” Elphaba whispered, kissing Galinda’s damp thighs before resting her head on Galinda’s knee.
Galinda stroked the length of Elphie’s braid before tugging the woman into her lap. Galinda’s hard nipples pressed against Elphie’s back while her nimble fingers found their way to the apex of those green thighs. She stroked the green woman, getting her worked up before plunging two fingers deep inside her. The stress melted away from Elphaba’s body, all under the skilled touch of Galinda’s hand. Galinda’s other hand toyed and pinched Elphie’s nipples until she was a writhing mess in Galinda’s lap.
The orgasm was intense, and Elphie went limp in Galinda’s lap from the aftermath. The strewn papers were forgotten about as the two curled around each other and fell asleep on the chaise. When Galinda woke in the morning, Elphaba was gone, but a mid-sized red velvet box and a handwritten note sat on the table in front of her. Nestled inside was a glittering diamond necklace.
A gift for my favorite songbird. Love, Daddy,
Galinda put on the necklace and cradled the note against her naked chest as she swooned.
Hey, little songbird, you've got something fine. You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine.
Galinda realized she was wrong about living inside a gilded cage. She could spread her wings and fly whenever she wanted, knowing that she would gladly return home to Elphie every time, nestled in her warm, green palm.
The deep loneliness inside Elphaba faded away, eager to rush home and hold Galinda in her arms. Her precious songbird perched on her knee. Her birdsong opened Elphie’s heart and made it swell with love.