DocTomoe
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Lor - Lmanel District - Lalah's Flat
Days, Lor had a funny way with them, at least from an off-world perspective. Between the forty-some hour stretch which consisted of a Lorath day-night cycle, and the near-constant bustle of activity due to the vastly different biologies which many members of the species had between them, there was a certain impossibility to gauge the passage of time without both a timepiece and an understanding of the culture. For someone who had been living on Lor, studying the people, studying the culture, each sunset and sunrise spoke of a degree of urgency in a realization of just how much should have been done, could have been done, and has been done.
From the perspective of Helen, a woman who had been embedded in Lorath society for years, the passage of time was a nagging one, there was an agenda to keep, and part of that agenda was the Lmanel in her company, which would be the gateway to a pair of others which had managed to gain her attention, but needed the 'right approach'. Helen knew full well just what it took to pry into a Lorath, and a Lmanel to be specific, and to gain admittance into one of their homes was a big step in itself, even after one had been somewhat 'broken in'.
"Lovely place, for a waitress." Helen remarked, as she sat upon a couch, looking upon the flat which Lalah kept for herself, and as she sat, she placed her boot clad feet upon the top of the coffee table before her, in a rather crude display of disregard, perhaps even dominance, but it was a difficult display to measure since a smile dwelt upon Helen's face. "Come on, sit by me, I'm sure you'll like the warmth after I kept you cooped up in that freezer for so long~"
Lalah's gaze swept through her abode. Things had been knocked aside. Dust gathering. Dishes left out becoming strange life of their own. From it, she couldn't work out: How long had she been gone for? And then her attentions settled upon Helen. She could feel mistrust bubbling within her belly but each time something strange happened: Like having an emotion kicked out of you, down a flight of stairs and the memory of what it was like trying to read ripped sheets of paper. She had her reluctance but with careful steps, she sat aside Helen: Tight lipped, hands small golden fists on her knees, those same knees close together. Her posture was tense. More than once, she could feel words were meant to come: Not that she wanted to make them, but they were expected of her. Licking her lips carefully, she tried but she couldn't make them. Worse now, she couldn't even look Helen in the eye.
"Poor dear, I know it must be embarrassing to have your place looking like this for a visitor." As Helen spoke her sentiment, she put an arm about Lalah's shoulders, applying a gentle pressure to urge her closer, to press her body against the snug synthetic shell which hugged Helen's flesh like a second matte black skin. "You should not be ashamed though, I can understand, sometimes unexpected plans make it difficult to keep up with the chores." Her voice was cool, flowing, like a glistening bead of mercury upon glass.
She felt it pour through her senses, tickling parts of herself she was still coming to terms with and talking to responses etched into her that she was still making sense of. Her amber eyes stared at the firey light over her carpet from the setting sun as she clenched her teeth. Lalah let Helen guide her, like a puppet on strings: She'd learned not doing as she'd been asked or prompted generally had undesirable side-effects -- that as much as she might disagree, to go along was just... Easier.
"I...I-I'll get to it later.. I'm sorry." She could hear her own voice, still croaky: still sore from the freezer.
"You should be sorry, that's true. It is too apparent that you let things slip a bit even before we had our little, ah, chance encounter." Helen remarked, changing gears hard enough to cause a touch of whiplash in tone. "You really should consider perhaps hiring someone to do the cleaning, if you can't be bothered to do it from time to time."
Lalah could feel her hands tightening. Her claw-like fingernails were hurting her palms now as she drew her lips closer together. Head down. Horns up. Carefully glancing over, she could see one of the doors had been blown off its hinges. Flashes of a knock at the door ending this way tickled through her head with a self-pitying sense of regret.
"I.. I see.."
"You can see plenty, it is a matter of being willing to do something about it which is another matter." That cool rolling drop of mercury would have become sluggish and chilled by the way Helen spoke those words, as she removed her boots from the tabletop, just so she could turn her position upon the couch, facing Lalah a little more directly, as she still held her close with one arm, yet, she brought a hand beneath Lalah's chin, cupping it as she gazed into the Lmanel's amber eyes. "I would like it if you were to show some sense of pride, you poor thing, otherwise I may get you confused for a Helashio."
She'd done her best to keep her burning gaze out of Helen's way, to never look her in the eyes. Every time she had to memory, something bad had happened. It was when she looked Helen in the eyes that every time, she had found herself saying something against her. Things against Helen had soon become stupid things to say. So to not look at her was the best way. But those last words. To have her pride attacked, she could stomach. But not like that: that gaze of honey slowly shifting, eying Helashio as tickles of instinct dripped and oozed through her belly.Her throat contracted visibly, feeling the gland beneath her tongue swell, suppressing the inherent urge to bare her teeth and growl.
"Excuse me?"
"Pets, puppets, and tools, they're all different things, yes?" Helen replied to Lalah's questioning tone with a proper question, one she actually was seeking an answer for, even though it was the sort of question which was so petty it was practically rhetorical.
In her own pettiness, Lalah saw a chance to take something back. She said nothing. Silent. Eyes still locked, but nothing said. Normally to rouse Lalah's temper was close to impossible: A remarkable feat considering her aspectation... But now... Was she being intentionally dense? Even her nostrils were beginning to flare as she tipped her head back, staring down her nose at Helen.
Purple clad glistening lips twisted in response to Lalah's display, not into a sneer, or a frown, but a soft smile, which gradually parted to display a mouth of teeth which walked a line between Nepleslian and Nekovalkryja. Her cupping hand gently slid down from Lalah's chin, as she moved her touch, she traced her fingernails over the chocolatey flesh, before she grasped down, not firmly, not painfully, but it was a precise touch which pressed upon the swelling glands in Lalah's neck. "Now now, you're going to end up giving yourself a rather nasty taste in your mouth at that rate, go ahead, open up if you're wanting to do something with those teeth."
Lalah was confused. She hadn't been struck yet or shouted at -- things she'd misjudged in Helen's character, that she thought any other person would have done in this situation. She could feel the air hanging between them as that gland swelled uncomfortably... Was she edging her own, genuinely? What would the consequences be? She puzzled it out: In her own mind probably ending with a broken nose and laughter that would make her sick to her stomach. And then a funny thing happened: She'd firmly told herself to keep her mouth shut but now she was baring her teeth...? Was she doing this?
"See? It is nice to be honest, right?" From frigid, to cool and flowing, it was like a rising tide, climbing, threatening to swallow all that was in its path, before rolling away for a time. "You are such a lovely people, so full of life and a desire to be... to be something, hm? That is the funny thing, there never is a thing defined that you really should be." Helen's words were accompanied by her beginning to massage the glands beneath her finger tips, churning the noxious and perhaps even lethal payload within... at least lethal to anything naturally made, but for Helen, what resided inside of Lalah was just another toxin to shrug off.
She tried to hold her ground. To be quiet. To hold her stare. To be perfectly still, not say anything, not do anything but to hold what territory she could, instincts talking -- those aspected instincts which made sense in some lizard-logic between her ears and behind her pretty eyes.. She could feel the sickly sweet proteins milked from the lump behind her tongue -- audibly gagging at the taste before it rolled over and spilled from the corner of her mouth: pale liquid dripping thickly. Her breath was becoming tight now. While a bite was always mind-bogglingly satisfying, the glands had never been made for direct physical touch. A groan tickled out of Lalah's throat, eyes narrowing just faintly.
"NnNnghk--"
"Such a nasty sound~" There was a twinge of amusement to Helen's remark, before she added; "Now say 'Aaah' and open up dear."
Compliance was the only way to avoid the freezer she told herself. That that was her only reason to do as she was asked as her dark lips parted. But the real reason was histrionic: hedonistic and brutally honest of her.. Long tongue flopping out over her lower lip as fish-hook like teeth gleamed.. She still tried to stare with animosity, with anger and frustration, but in her position it was becoming laughable: a parody of itself.
"A...Nnh..A-Aaa..." it eventually came: and in that moment her gaze broken: second eye-lids flickering like silk as she blinked and set her gaze to one side, head still: Once again unable to look Helen in the eye.
"My people... we have a little saying about pride." Helen spoke, as she traced her finger tips up from the glands she massaged, tracing her touch along Lalah's jaw, before her finger tips danced upon the flesh which lulled out of Lalah's mouth. Beneath the soft and supple pad of her finger, Helen caressed the flesh, stroking it, from the point where it left Lalah's mouth, to the tip, then back up as she soon let a pair of fingers into the threatening maw, feeling the near-steaming heat of Lmanel breath against her skin.
Lalah blinked, trying to keep her eyes open as she watched the sun in red gold dance on the carpet... She felt her jaw quiver: the urge to bite down so intense that she had to clench her hands again squeezing her eyes shut. She'd never wanted to bite someone, to eviscerate and hurt and crush and rind as she fantasized about it, anyone else more than Helen in her life..
"Mmh...Hoouunh.."
Helen watched, studied, and observed as she worked the strings that were part of her craft. Gentle was her touch when it was needed, like a kind hand, guiding someone along a dark hallway. "Mm, now now, I won't break your heart by telling you what is said exactly, but, we just have a funny way of thinking about pride is all." Her words were simply a backdrop, a filler, or perhaps something to reflect on, it was not really clear, and she liked it that way, as she slid her finger tips further into the depth of Lalah's eager mouth, which was held back by restraint fitting a living saint. "Look at you, so reserved, so restrained, I can only imagine how much discipline it takes to be that way, likely a touch more than what it takes to become such a lovely creature."
As Helen spoke of Lalah's aspectation, her fingers were knuckle deep in the Lmanel's mouth, as her touch soon landed upon the gland at the very back of Lalah's tongue, at the peak of her throat, caressing one of the sources of the 'party piece' which Lalah's aspectation offered.
Her throat contracted. Something spilled with that contact -- warm and wet tickling over Helen's fingertips, down the L'manel's tongue out of her mouth. It was saccharine sweet: the vaporized forms of the protein enough to make any mouth water painfully.. Lalah gurgled: Teeth closing slowly -- stopping with the merest contact: Not biting, but gumming.
"It is tempting, I have no doubt." Helen chimed, as she drank in the scent which hung heavy in the air, it was something that she imagined would likely be a commodity of some-sort, if it was not so potentially deadly. "If you are going to do it, do it with meaning, put some heart into it. Do it."
Lalah watched in horror, gaze returned.. Was this person really prompting her to do this? No, it had to be a trick. There was something wrong: strings somewhere... But oh, how good it would feel, pearly whites sinking into Helen's hand, how good it would feel to feel the vibration of bone and sinew splitting in crunch... Her gumming was getting harder now. She stared at Helen. Why are you doing this?
Helen could feel the desire beneath her touch, could feel the uncertainty, the questioning, the nagging lustful longing to give in, to give into instinct. Though, there was no bite, no savage snap of jaws upon flesh, and that was something which spoke volumes; quite simply, the Lmanel before her was filled with so much possibility, so much impulse, so much urge, but she was resolved enough to keep it bottled up. Beyond that though, that resolve was something which was her own undoing in a way.
"No need to make you suffer anymore." Helen spoke as she withdrew her fingers from Lalah's mouth, but still played them upon the Lmanel's tongue. "Think about what you could have done, and what you did do, and ask yourself why." As Helen gave that instruction, her tone was sweet enough to match the heavy syrup-like smell which filled the air with a pungent blissful odor.
The words came slowly to her. The L'manel was shaking now, long gray tongue twisting beneath Helen's touch. The relief in her expression was immediate, powerful and palpable.
"G-Guh...Nngh..."
"That's good." Helen spoke, but the way she spoke those words which would normally be encouraging in many other contexts, was somehow crafted by her lips to be demeaning, degrading, and perhaps even a touch condescending. "Now dear, put that tongue away, or you're going to start seeming genuinely lewd." she mocked, as her finger tips left the Lmanel's tongue, only to find a place upon her antler, stroking the hard material beneath her touch, before she took her hand away from Lalah, and reached into a pocket on the shoulder of her bodysuit, producing a cigarette case which she presented to Lalah, not for her to have one, but to light one for Helen.
"Now, about our immediate plans." Helen spoke while awaiting her cigarette. "I have my eye on both rabbit and dog, now which to tend to first~?"
Days, Lor had a funny way with them, at least from an off-world perspective. Between the forty-some hour stretch which consisted of a Lorath day-night cycle, and the near-constant bustle of activity due to the vastly different biologies which many members of the species had between them, there was a certain impossibility to gauge the passage of time without both a timepiece and an understanding of the culture. For someone who had been living on Lor, studying the people, studying the culture, each sunset and sunrise spoke of a degree of urgency in a realization of just how much should have been done, could have been done, and has been done.
From the perspective of Helen, a woman who had been embedded in Lorath society for years, the passage of time was a nagging one, there was an agenda to keep, and part of that agenda was the Lmanel in her company, which would be the gateway to a pair of others which had managed to gain her attention, but needed the 'right approach'. Helen knew full well just what it took to pry into a Lorath, and a Lmanel to be specific, and to gain admittance into one of their homes was a big step in itself, even after one had been somewhat 'broken in'.
"Lovely place, for a waitress." Helen remarked, as she sat upon a couch, looking upon the flat which Lalah kept for herself, and as she sat, she placed her boot clad feet upon the top of the coffee table before her, in a rather crude display of disregard, perhaps even dominance, but it was a difficult display to measure since a smile dwelt upon Helen's face. "Come on, sit by me, I'm sure you'll like the warmth after I kept you cooped up in that freezer for so long~"
Lalah's gaze swept through her abode. Things had been knocked aside. Dust gathering. Dishes left out becoming strange life of their own. From it, she couldn't work out: How long had she been gone for? And then her attentions settled upon Helen. She could feel mistrust bubbling within her belly but each time something strange happened: Like having an emotion kicked out of you, down a flight of stairs and the memory of what it was like trying to read ripped sheets of paper. She had her reluctance but with careful steps, she sat aside Helen: Tight lipped, hands small golden fists on her knees, those same knees close together. Her posture was tense. More than once, she could feel words were meant to come: Not that she wanted to make them, but they were expected of her. Licking her lips carefully, she tried but she couldn't make them. Worse now, she couldn't even look Helen in the eye.
"Poor dear, I know it must be embarrassing to have your place looking like this for a visitor." As Helen spoke her sentiment, she put an arm about Lalah's shoulders, applying a gentle pressure to urge her closer, to press her body against the snug synthetic shell which hugged Helen's flesh like a second matte black skin. "You should not be ashamed though, I can understand, sometimes unexpected plans make it difficult to keep up with the chores." Her voice was cool, flowing, like a glistening bead of mercury upon glass.
She felt it pour through her senses, tickling parts of herself she was still coming to terms with and talking to responses etched into her that she was still making sense of. Her amber eyes stared at the firey light over her carpet from the setting sun as she clenched her teeth. Lalah let Helen guide her, like a puppet on strings: She'd learned not doing as she'd been asked or prompted generally had undesirable side-effects -- that as much as she might disagree, to go along was just... Easier.
"I...I-I'll get to it later.. I'm sorry." She could hear her own voice, still croaky: still sore from the freezer.
"You should be sorry, that's true. It is too apparent that you let things slip a bit even before we had our little, ah, chance encounter." Helen remarked, changing gears hard enough to cause a touch of whiplash in tone. "You really should consider perhaps hiring someone to do the cleaning, if you can't be bothered to do it from time to time."
Lalah could feel her hands tightening. Her claw-like fingernails were hurting her palms now as she drew her lips closer together. Head down. Horns up. Carefully glancing over, she could see one of the doors had been blown off its hinges. Flashes of a knock at the door ending this way tickled through her head with a self-pitying sense of regret.
"I.. I see.."
"You can see plenty, it is a matter of being willing to do something about it which is another matter." That cool rolling drop of mercury would have become sluggish and chilled by the way Helen spoke those words, as she removed her boots from the tabletop, just so she could turn her position upon the couch, facing Lalah a little more directly, as she still held her close with one arm, yet, she brought a hand beneath Lalah's chin, cupping it as she gazed into the Lmanel's amber eyes. "I would like it if you were to show some sense of pride, you poor thing, otherwise I may get you confused for a Helashio."
She'd done her best to keep her burning gaze out of Helen's way, to never look her in the eyes. Every time she had to memory, something bad had happened. It was when she looked Helen in the eyes that every time, she had found herself saying something against her. Things against Helen had soon become stupid things to say. So to not look at her was the best way. But those last words. To have her pride attacked, she could stomach. But not like that: that gaze of honey slowly shifting, eying Helashio as tickles of instinct dripped and oozed through her belly.Her throat contracted visibly, feeling the gland beneath her tongue swell, suppressing the inherent urge to bare her teeth and growl.
"Excuse me?"
"Pets, puppets, and tools, they're all different things, yes?" Helen replied to Lalah's questioning tone with a proper question, one she actually was seeking an answer for, even though it was the sort of question which was so petty it was practically rhetorical.
In her own pettiness, Lalah saw a chance to take something back. She said nothing. Silent. Eyes still locked, but nothing said. Normally to rouse Lalah's temper was close to impossible: A remarkable feat considering her aspectation... But now... Was she being intentionally dense? Even her nostrils were beginning to flare as she tipped her head back, staring down her nose at Helen.
Purple clad glistening lips twisted in response to Lalah's display, not into a sneer, or a frown, but a soft smile, which gradually parted to display a mouth of teeth which walked a line between Nepleslian and Nekovalkryja. Her cupping hand gently slid down from Lalah's chin, as she moved her touch, she traced her fingernails over the chocolatey flesh, before she grasped down, not firmly, not painfully, but it was a precise touch which pressed upon the swelling glands in Lalah's neck. "Now now, you're going to end up giving yourself a rather nasty taste in your mouth at that rate, go ahead, open up if you're wanting to do something with those teeth."
Lalah was confused. She hadn't been struck yet or shouted at -- things she'd misjudged in Helen's character, that she thought any other person would have done in this situation. She could feel the air hanging between them as that gland swelled uncomfortably... Was she edging her own, genuinely? What would the consequences be? She puzzled it out: In her own mind probably ending with a broken nose and laughter that would make her sick to her stomach. And then a funny thing happened: She'd firmly told herself to keep her mouth shut but now she was baring her teeth...? Was she doing this?
"See? It is nice to be honest, right?" From frigid, to cool and flowing, it was like a rising tide, climbing, threatening to swallow all that was in its path, before rolling away for a time. "You are such a lovely people, so full of life and a desire to be... to be something, hm? That is the funny thing, there never is a thing defined that you really should be." Helen's words were accompanied by her beginning to massage the glands beneath her finger tips, churning the noxious and perhaps even lethal payload within... at least lethal to anything naturally made, but for Helen, what resided inside of Lalah was just another toxin to shrug off.
She tried to hold her ground. To be quiet. To hold her stare. To be perfectly still, not say anything, not do anything but to hold what territory she could, instincts talking -- those aspected instincts which made sense in some lizard-logic between her ears and behind her pretty eyes.. She could feel the sickly sweet proteins milked from the lump behind her tongue -- audibly gagging at the taste before it rolled over and spilled from the corner of her mouth: pale liquid dripping thickly. Her breath was becoming tight now. While a bite was always mind-bogglingly satisfying, the glands had never been made for direct physical touch. A groan tickled out of Lalah's throat, eyes narrowing just faintly.
"NnNnghk--"
"Such a nasty sound~" There was a twinge of amusement to Helen's remark, before she added; "Now say 'Aaah' and open up dear."
Compliance was the only way to avoid the freezer she told herself. That that was her only reason to do as she was asked as her dark lips parted. But the real reason was histrionic: hedonistic and brutally honest of her.. Long tongue flopping out over her lower lip as fish-hook like teeth gleamed.. She still tried to stare with animosity, with anger and frustration, but in her position it was becoming laughable: a parody of itself.
"A...Nnh..A-Aaa..." it eventually came: and in that moment her gaze broken: second eye-lids flickering like silk as she blinked and set her gaze to one side, head still: Once again unable to look Helen in the eye.
"My people... we have a little saying about pride." Helen spoke, as she traced her finger tips up from the glands she massaged, tracing her touch along Lalah's jaw, before her finger tips danced upon the flesh which lulled out of Lalah's mouth. Beneath the soft and supple pad of her finger, Helen caressed the flesh, stroking it, from the point where it left Lalah's mouth, to the tip, then back up as she soon let a pair of fingers into the threatening maw, feeling the near-steaming heat of Lmanel breath against her skin.
Lalah blinked, trying to keep her eyes open as she watched the sun in red gold dance on the carpet... She felt her jaw quiver: the urge to bite down so intense that she had to clench her hands again squeezing her eyes shut. She'd never wanted to bite someone, to eviscerate and hurt and crush and rind as she fantasized about it, anyone else more than Helen in her life..
"Mmh...Hoouunh.."
Helen watched, studied, and observed as she worked the strings that were part of her craft. Gentle was her touch when it was needed, like a kind hand, guiding someone along a dark hallway. "Mm, now now, I won't break your heart by telling you what is said exactly, but, we just have a funny way of thinking about pride is all." Her words were simply a backdrop, a filler, or perhaps something to reflect on, it was not really clear, and she liked it that way, as she slid her finger tips further into the depth of Lalah's eager mouth, which was held back by restraint fitting a living saint. "Look at you, so reserved, so restrained, I can only imagine how much discipline it takes to be that way, likely a touch more than what it takes to become such a lovely creature."
As Helen spoke of Lalah's aspectation, her fingers were knuckle deep in the Lmanel's mouth, as her touch soon landed upon the gland at the very back of Lalah's tongue, at the peak of her throat, caressing one of the sources of the 'party piece' which Lalah's aspectation offered.
Her throat contracted. Something spilled with that contact -- warm and wet tickling over Helen's fingertips, down the L'manel's tongue out of her mouth. It was saccharine sweet: the vaporized forms of the protein enough to make any mouth water painfully.. Lalah gurgled: Teeth closing slowly -- stopping with the merest contact: Not biting, but gumming.
"It is tempting, I have no doubt." Helen chimed, as she drank in the scent which hung heavy in the air, it was something that she imagined would likely be a commodity of some-sort, if it was not so potentially deadly. "If you are going to do it, do it with meaning, put some heart into it. Do it."
Lalah watched in horror, gaze returned.. Was this person really prompting her to do this? No, it had to be a trick. There was something wrong: strings somewhere... But oh, how good it would feel, pearly whites sinking into Helen's hand, how good it would feel to feel the vibration of bone and sinew splitting in crunch... Her gumming was getting harder now. She stared at Helen. Why are you doing this?
Helen could feel the desire beneath her touch, could feel the uncertainty, the questioning, the nagging lustful longing to give in, to give into instinct. Though, there was no bite, no savage snap of jaws upon flesh, and that was something which spoke volumes; quite simply, the Lmanel before her was filled with so much possibility, so much impulse, so much urge, but she was resolved enough to keep it bottled up. Beyond that though, that resolve was something which was her own undoing in a way.
"No need to make you suffer anymore." Helen spoke as she withdrew her fingers from Lalah's mouth, but still played them upon the Lmanel's tongue. "Think about what you could have done, and what you did do, and ask yourself why." As Helen gave that instruction, her tone was sweet enough to match the heavy syrup-like smell which filled the air with a pungent blissful odor.
The words came slowly to her. The L'manel was shaking now, long gray tongue twisting beneath Helen's touch. The relief in her expression was immediate, powerful and palpable.
"G-Guh...Nngh..."
"That's good." Helen spoke, but the way she spoke those words which would normally be encouraging in many other contexts, was somehow crafted by her lips to be demeaning, degrading, and perhaps even a touch condescending. "Now dear, put that tongue away, or you're going to start seeming genuinely lewd." she mocked, as her finger tips left the Lmanel's tongue, only to find a place upon her antler, stroking the hard material beneath her touch, before she took her hand away from Lalah, and reached into a pocket on the shoulder of her bodysuit, producing a cigarette case which she presented to Lalah, not for her to have one, but to light one for Helen.
"Now, about our immediate plans." Helen spoke while awaiting her cigarette. "I have my eye on both rabbit and dog, now which to tend to first~?"
