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The Doctor is suddenly reminded of the snake tail entangling her leg as the end slides between her thighs, before continuing around the waist. She can barely cope with the sudden invasion of intimacy. The ægir's legs tighten up as she stifles even more unfamiliar noises from herself. Distracted by the sudden crisis this feeling is causing. The master tactician failed to realize just how close the Kukulkan had gotten, feeling the other's breath brush against her skin. The Doctor wonders if her face is as scarlet as her own eyes.
“Are you scared?”
The ægir's head shakes in the negative.
“Then I'll be cashing in that promise now.”
The Doctor finds herself being beset by a feeling in her stomach; she will later research and discover the colloquial term is ‘butterflies.’
The snake makes a predictable first move of going in for a kiss. The pale woman was prepared for something that simple, what she was not prepared for however, was the abrupt infiltration of her mouth. The Doctor's attempts to flee the unfamiliar feeling merely being met with a tight grip. The serpentine forked appendage exploring every corner, every centimeter, of the ægirian's enraptured mouth. The red eyed woman, to her credit, finally understood the concept of kissing, and why it was so prevalent and tied with romance and with tongue, prevalent in seductive gestures. She would never have assumed that such a violation of her orifice who's most important use was to communicate, would feel so utterly wonderful. Ho'olheyak's tongue making a slick mess of her mouth and face, evidently between her legs too if the growing strength of the Doctor's thighs squeezing around the tail is any indication. Slitted eyes tracing downward goes unnoticed. Letting out a squalid and contented hum of satisfaction at the rapidly devolving state of the brilliant tactician being brought to heel. Going so far as to use the forked tongue to stroke the other's. Crimson eyes losing focus the ægir panics slightly, she hates losing control of any situation, let alone her entire self, but what she won't ever admit to anyone else is that the domineering serpent makes her feel safe.
Where many would feel fear at the bibliophile turned mercenary with a penchant for betraying her own bosses and has definitely killed others in cold-blood, and not just because of her nature as a snake. Even having threatened the poor ægir back in Tri-mounts and several times aboard the Rhodes Island landship. Even when the Doctor knows her inclination towards manipulation and her inclination towards hoarding information by any means. In the multitude of situations where the scarlet eyed woman ends up on the other end of the boasted strangling tail, whether around her body, lifted up by a leg, utterly restrained, even strangled as the name suggests, the weight and strength of the tail makes her feel protected and comforted. Being within the serpent's presence and grasp makes her feel just what she is, a woman, weak, submissive, obedient, though the Doctor knows that definition simply isn't true, she can understand where that ignorant stereotype comes from.
Oh. The pale woman's attention snaps back to the serpent in front of her, she had failed to notice the serpent pulling away. “Doctor, your pleading face I find utterly adorable.”
The white haired woman gasped at the sudden compliment and the realization that she had long since lost control of her expression. The thought intrudes into her mind, she really does love Ho'olheyak, doesn't she? Is that why she's feeling like this? In the several years the ægir has been awake and can remember, not once has she been aware of her own sexuality, her own libido. She wasn't innocent or unknowledgeable, she knew the intricacies of sex, about the atypical deviancies of things like BDSM, after all she wanted to make a place where everybody under her purview could be safe and not afraid to be themselves, so learning how to advise people on safety measures she had planned for. But for the first time in all those years she finally understood. Her clinical view of this basic biological function was useless in the face of actually wanting and experiencing it, and goodness did she want to experience it.
Just when did the Doctor's breath get stolen and replaced with the rhythmic erraticism of panting? The ægir's body trembling and a weak pleading noise escapes as the tail unravels from her entire self, the Kukulkan however, makes a point of dragging every inch of the appendage’s length higher between the Doctor's currently near useless, wobbling legs. Ho'olheyak lets out a smug hum as she eyes the faint trail of wetness along her scales. “I know you're so desperate for me Doctor, but I suppose we're both quite a bit overdressed for the occasion.”
Scientific and logical reason have been thrown out the proverbial window after the blue eyed woman started slipping out of the large coat she always found herself in. The red eyed woman makes very good use of her detail oriented focus and vision; in fact, this is probably the most thankful she's ever been for it. Every crease in the fabric of that tight dress, every detail still peaking through. The serpent's shoes kicked haphazardly to the side. The Doctor unknowingly releases small contented noises as the unfolding spectacle of beauty before her. The harness and the dress following right after are tossed aside, the gray haired woman intentionally facing away, enticing the utterly enamored tactician. Finally in one motion, aided by her tail the dark tights get rolled down as they approach the floor.
The pale woman ponders for a moment, the legends about Kukulkan being divine. As things stand she utterly believes it. How could she not, with this goddess before her? This train of thought however, was abruptly interrupted by the object of her desires. “You've been staring so intently Doctor, shall I interpret that as: you like what you see?”
The serpent's head now turned, watching the tactician in the corner of her eye. Much to the white haired woman's credit, she does manage to stammer out a single word. “I-.”
A shame though, that every other possible word she could form got stuck in her throat the moment she watched Ho'olheyak's smile form, and then widen, and widen; twisting into that exuberant beaming smile of psychotic desire. Her prey merely responds with a lascivious gasp preceding the failure of her knees and falls backwards onto the bed. Never stop looking at me like that. Please. The goddess’s smug aura radiates off of her in droves as she finally turns completely around before approaching the paralyzed ægir who is currently coming to terms with the fact that this is the precipice of her life. Every hardship and tragedy merely rungs on a ladder leading to this moment.
The serpentine tail slithers its way under the other's coat and pulls the poor mess to a standing position. The Doctor's coat slumps onto the ground, followed by the long white shirt, then her shorts. Remaining in only the rash guard shirt, tights, and underwear beneath, crimson eyes widen abruptly as she's roughly pushed back onto the bed. “You know Doctor, one of the best parts of history is the feeling of uncovering things for yourself.”
On an average day, the tactician would have found that line incredibly endearing, this however, to her it was a crisis as the heat building in the lowest part of her abdomen was becoming unbearable after failing to be sated for so long. Thankfully however, the increasingly desperate ægir doesn't have to wait much longer. The Kukulkan leans in and strokes her unreasonably sharp nails against the white haired woman's thigh. Any annoyance from the destruction of her tights now full of holes, or any sense of cringing from the idea of nails rubbing against cloth are completely absent in this moment. The only movement she was capable of was to pull the elastic neck of the rashguard over her lower face in some pathetic attempt to hide herself and from her anxiety. The serpent slides her nails harder against the other's inner thigh, releasing a contented sigh at the first sign of blood from the scratch.
Ho'olheyak climbs forward, over the poor ægir before moving in and just ripping the tights open at the crotch. The Doctor felt as if she was just laid bare to the world. The invasive, violent nature of her partner putting her panties through further crises before they met a similar fate, being shredded with a combination of fang and claw as the tatters are discarded. Now she truly felt as laid bare, twitching as her core was exposed to the cool air of her dormitory. The only solace she found was the skin tight hug from her rash guard shirt. It isn't that the white haired woman is opposed to this, while the serpent is rather forceful and sadistic, it matches her personality, the personality that the Doctor found herself attracted to, her large intellect, her knowledge, her smug temperament, these were all things she loved about the blue eyed snake. Every conversation they had was either scientifically interesting or seductive in their own right. I really love her, don't I? But what about the others… That train of thought was sharply interrupted. “Are you thinking about other girls, Doctor? At a time like this? I should really punish you for that. Who?”
“I- um- sorry… Blue Poison...”
“Well as long as it isn't that elf I suppose I can overlook it just this once. But Doctor, please be aware, you can't ever leave me, I will always find you. So, for the rest of the night, I'll make you unable to think of anyone else besides me. I'll leave you gasping for breath and begging for reprieve.”
Oh, that did it. The dampness between her legs increased. Ho'olheyak's tail starts slinking its way around to the pale woman's waist, coiling, entangling, making sure that this prey was incapable of moving of her own volition.
The tip of the tail finding its way under the Doctor's remaining rash guard undershirt as even that's lifted off violently. A final bastion of comfort taken away, the ægir is finally at the complete and utter mercy and control of the domineering bibliophile. The scaled appendage lifted the scarlet eyed woman away from the softness of her mattress, pivoting at the waist and getting mere inches away from the serpent who takes this inflicted opportunity to lean in closer and further entangle the prey by wrapping her arms around the white haired woman. The Doctor tilts her head away from the woman invading the most personal spaces of her personal space only to squirm as the kukulkan's fiery breath rhythmically blows against the poor girl's neck, causing her to writhe in place. The pale woman flinched as the sensation of a mouth hovering centimeters away from her sensitive neck, but the bite didn't come. What was felt however, was the cold air filling the void suddenly appearing from the cups of her bra falling limp causing another twitch. As soon as the Doctor's defense and attention moved to her own chest, did fangs meet the sensitive flesh of where the neck meets the shoulder. Letting out a sharp gasp as blood pooled around the two large invasive cuspids. Biting down harder until even the incisors are digging in, causing a pained moan to escape. The ægir bites down on nothing in an attempt to stifle the noises escaping her, at the very least muffling them.
Again the white haired woman was unprepared for the next attack route as a sharp nail trails down her front, starting at the mid sternum, moving down, and down. Over her stomach, naval, lower abdomen, the sensation foreign, yet still stimulating enough to warrant the constant squirming mess of a person that was the Doctor currently. Approaching the public mound the nail dragging down is replaced by the fingertip of its belonging. Finally did the gasping woman get any amount of relief from her pent up lust and arousal. Bellowing a loud moan as her mind went blank, caused by the kukulkan's current ministrations, although a small circular movement, it is concentrated on the sensitive bundle of nerves between the ægir's legs and is compounded by her lack of any actual sexual contact prior.
A paroxysm of new desire welling within the pale woman, what she was feeling was overstimulating yes, yet some intrinsic need kept pushing her forward. Instinct forced her hips forward, trying to pursue any extra pressure or stimulation. Red eyes half lidded, any perception of the world escaping from her understanding, besides of which is the ægir's exemplary sense of smell, however being completely and utterly saturated and overwhelmed with the scent of sex and the metallic smell of blood emanating from her thigh and neck. “Oh my~ you truly are so desperate for me, aren't you~? Showing me a side of yourself that you've never shown anyone. A single movement of my fingers is all it takes to unravel you more, showing me another piece of that alluring mystery that is you. I love you.”
Hearing a confession at a time like this along with the constant rhythm of the Kukulkan's ministrations, the lust drunk tactician can only manage to moan out one word. “Ho'olheyak!”
“I love hearing you scream that, Doctor. I can't wait to hear that resplendent tone as you call for me all night long.”
The ægir only manages to gasp in response as these magnificent words are whispered into her sensitive pointed ears. It truly doesn't take long in the slightest, to bring the inexperienced white haired woman close to her first orgasm. Unprepared for the unfamiliar sensations, both the circular motion between her legs as well as the constant nibbles and bites the serpent is inflicting on her sensitive ears. Unfocused scarlet eyes blur into a sea of stars as her perpetually squirming body starts violently spasming. An unfamiliar high assaults the Doctor's consciousness, nothing, a mind devoid of any thoughts beyond the woman she lay with, it's almost serene. The ægir's convulsions slowly calm into a strained breath; she can only push her weight into the feathered serpent. An utterly soaked hand moves from between the tactician's legs and up to her mouth while the blissed out girl can do naught but obey her lips parting to accept the slick digits.
The fog clouding the red eyed woman's cognizance starting to subside as the kukulkan leans in once again. “You should have seen yourself Doctor~ your face was the most adorable expression I've ever perceived from you. How fitting it truly was for a woman such as you. So brilliant, so full of mystery, whose steps are often measured and whose words are crafted for the individual. Seeing you unravel into a wet, spasming mess at my behest, was the most wonderful thing I, or my ancestors witnessed.”
If the ægir's face wasn't as flushed as possible before it certainly was now. She however, felt a sense of peace, like something had clicked into place, the emergence of her libido after years since being awake is certainly a surprise, yet in the face of this uncertainty one can't help but have enjoyed this strenuous discovery process.
The tail returns the prey to a resting position on the bed while loosening the stranglehold on her torso. Looking down and seeing the imprint of scales on herself filled the crimson eyed woman with some sort of satisfaction she could not name. Contented with the feeling imparted onto her, the tactician wished to drift to sleep. However, the feathered serpent wished to imprent herself deeper into the anesiacs memory so that she may never forget what happened tonight. “Oh, please darling. Did you really believe I'd let you go with just that?”
The snake slithered away, unwinding from the other's abdomen before placing herself between the poor ægir's legs. Oh no. “While I am sorry Doctor, that I cannot make you mine alone, and I cannot impart my bloodline into you as things are, I'll give your body whatever I can.”
The white haired woman feels that growing familiar sensation of butterflies and desire. Traitor. She thinks towards her libido. Legs attempting to shut yet are wrenched open by the muscle filled tail, grinding along her most sensitive place, that what petty resistance she was able to muster is crumbling once again. Ho'olheyak releasing an amused laugh. “Hehehe look at you. Trying to resist again so soon but the minute I spread your legs you go limp.”
“I- it's cause you're the one doing it-”
“Ha, well atleast I finally got through that thick skull of yours, Doctor. So much time spent pursuing you and yet you kept running away and avoiding me. After you took responsibility for me back in Tri-mounts. It really hurt, you know. Even when we had our official on-boarding for me, you tried to shake away my hand. You avoiding me. You asking why I'm bothering you. But now, Doctor, there is nowhere to run.”
Regret flashes across the ægir's face as her eyes glance to the side. “Doctor, I'm not asking you to regret your actions. You shouldn't dwell on the past, that's what I'm here to do, and there isn't enough time left in my life for both of us to worry about it. I am simply stating that I love you. And now that I have you, I'm never letting you get away from me.”
Red eyes suddenly obscured by her own hands. “That’s-”
“What is it Doctor? Is it embarrassing? Arousing? Terrifying? I hope all three and more.”
The Kukulkan releases another breathy laugh, the warm air blowing against the ægir's core causing her to squirm. Attraction is not a place of rational thought. It's brought her to a place and a woman that she wouldn't go to or up against with her most elite squad. No one had ever pursued her with such intensity and such furor, and for that, despite her logic and reasoning, the snake attracted her right back into her strangling tail. Pulling the Doctor's attention back to the serpent, fangs pierced the flesh of her other thigh, causing a gasp and whimpering to escape from the trembling tactician. “Ho'olheyak~!”
Self satisfaction radiates from the kukulkan's smug, exuberant smile. Finally after plenty of teasing does the next round of pleasure commence. Ho'olheyak leans in further towards the ægir's unguarded womanhood. The first to make contact was that lovely forked tongue meeting with the sensitive bud, at first entangling then enrapturing. The Doctor immediately falls back onto the bed, unable to deal with the new stimulation, doing her best to stifle her moans. Trembling legs attempting to force their way close, to no avail, all the strength has left her body. Blue nails trace around the quivering girl’s sex, even more foreign feelings. The poor ægir was especially unprepared for what followed, however at least it solves the quandary of her ‘Schrodinger's virginity,’ which she never actually bothered finding out, no longer matters.
Were she more coherent of mind then she'd be worried about the sharpness of Ho'olheyak's nails. However, she was beyond worrying at this point. Losing cognitive thought at the chance of gaining more pleasure, for the first time the Doctor felt somewhat at peace not a single worry or fear in that head of hers. Just thoughts of the wonderful voluptuous kukulkan she lay with, her heart pounding in her ears, and the cognitive dissonance that comes when a psychotic woman you trust wholeheartedly does whatever she wants with you. And currently, what she wants is to impart the related feelings of pleasure and pain onto her beloved.
The ægir reveling in the violation of her core, Ho'olheyak deliberately and carefully gliding her slick fingers into the other's sex, far more so than you'd expect from the overbearing and domineering serpent, she however was still completely and totally in control of the poor Doctor she literally and metaphorically has wrapped around her fingers. The kukulkan's movements and attention are deliberately attempting to draw this out, while the other can do nothing but writhe, or at least attempt to with that tail wrapped around her legs and forcing them open. The unfamiliarity of this sensation, and the growing tightness of her core threaten to drive the tactician towards Insanity, never in her memory has it ever felt more worth it to form such close emotional connections as she has with the woman going down on her. Hours of talking away about the histories she's uncovered, the stories she'd enjoyed, the most meaningless meaningful things, a year of getting close and culminating in this beautiful night of eroticism, a true expression of the emotional connection the two had formed.
This wonderful, messy display of love and feelings, the violation of her most sacred sanctity, sex with Ho'olheyak just felt right. Its not as if it felt as if something was missing from the Doctors life before, yet now that she's aware of her libido a feeling that this will probably become a regular occurance lingers. The tactician who's heart and body feel so full arches her back from the utter feeling of bliss the kukulkan is imparting upon her sex. She'd have thanked whatever god may be, but right now she'd prefer to thank the divine feathered serpent making her feel this way. Fingers carefully pressing into the soft muscle walls squeezing around them, the ægir unable to hide her moans as her hands rest naturally at the sides of her head, gripping the bed sheets.
The Doctor's hips naturally attempt to roll further into Ho'olheyak's face, whose only response was to attack more aggressively. The tactician reaches a hand out and runs fingers through the other's gray hair in an attempt to push her in harder as the serpent wags her tail once in a big arc releasing the other's legs which are now completely willingly open. Not for long however as the ægir slowly begins spasming. “Ho'olheyak!”
Is the last intelligible word she managed before the kukulkan curved her fingers to just the right place, causing the white haired girl to scream, her body tremoring violently as legs wrap around Ho'olheyak's head.
The Doctor orgasms hard onto the serpent's face, whose only reaction is to stay in a steady soft rhythm to help the inexperienced woman ride out this feeling until it calms down enough to allow her escape. The bibliophile merely staring down with a smug grin full of satisfaction, at the girl catching her breath. “Ready for what comes next Doctor? Well, besides you again of course~. I can't wait to share just what else I can do with my tail~.”
The ægir only able to stammer out a “T-that's…”
“What is it Doctor? Is it embarrassing? Arousing? Terrifying? I hope all three and more. You know, I truly don't mind your little trysts or dalliances with the other women in your life, that's just how you are. That being said, there is nowhere you can ever get away from me Doctor, you can never hide or run where I won't find you. You will always return unto me, your dutiful assistant for as long as I live, you cannot escape.”