Author's Note:
Not sure how long this series will go for, but I wanted to make a darker series than what I normally write. I hope every enjoys this first chapter, and know that a second one is on the way.
I do not know how many characters will be involved in this, but, for now, this one is about Cassiopeia and Nidalee.
Background story: Nidalee has lost everything; Rengar left her, her family was hunted down and she could find no trace of them, there was a massive fire that burned down nearly half of the Kumungu Jungle, and she has been unable to make the League listen. Cassiopeia then offered her a place in her manor, but with one, dark condition. Nidalee accepted the condition, and became an object of Cassiopeia's relief, if only to be...
In Her Embrace...
How long has it been since it all happened?
The break up? The fight? The tears? The separation? …the comfort?
It all seemed to have happened so quickly that it seemed like a dream. Maybe it was all a dream; a very long dream, but there was no way for her to be sure.
She felt smooth, textured hands on her arms, slightly scaly arms wrap around her own, constricting her and preventing her from fleeing should she choose to… but she had no desire to flee from the embrace she found herself in.
It was a cool embrace, yet inviting, calming even. She felt safe in the embrace, but knew it would not last forever. For now… she was here for her, and her alone.
She let out a moan as she felt small canines nip at her neck, the arms rising up to entrap her biceps and cradle her twin mounds. She leaned her head back and turned it to the side, yearning to lock her lips with the one who was embracing her.
She did receive the kiss she wanted, and then felt the large, soft mounds of her partner pressing into her strong back. She moaned into that kiss, a plea for it to not break and a request for more. She wanted to be touched more, held closer, and to feel the warmth from her partner… and then she felt that familiar feeling of hot, noxious breath filling her mouth, throat, lungs, and stomach.
She slowly blinked her eyes as her partner's hands slithered down her arms to lock fingers as she breathed those fumes into her.
Breathe in through the nose. Breathe out through the mouth. Breathe in through the nose. Breathe out through the mouth. Breathe in through the mouth, and then her partner would separate her lips from her before letting the breath out down her front.
For days, weeks really, this had been the pattern that she repeated, filling her with the noxious breath twice, and then taking it out to breathe that warm, used breath on her breasts and chest. Every time, it had felt like her insides were melting, she felt light-headed, and… her partner had told her what would happen if and when she succumbed to the fumes.
She didn't care about that though. All she wanted was to be in her partner's embrace for the time, even if it meant death. Anything was better than living with the agonizing past. She let her head droop backward and exhausted the last of the fumes in her body before slowly taking in a breath or clean, healthy air.
As she did this, her partner locked her lips around the nub of her right nipple, earning a moan before beginning to suckle and tease it with her tongue. When her partner lightly bit down with her teeth, she let out a breath through clenched teeth.
Happy with the reaction, her partner slithered around, rugged scales sliding past smooth skin to create a feeling like being on dry grass, and pushed her down to continue playing with her body, as well as gain more access and control over it.
Another thing that made her partner the dominating one was that she didn't want to be abandoned by this one. This partner was all she had left, even if she was not the only thing her partner had left.
She moaned as she felt those smooth lips against her nethers, moved her arms above her head to allow her partner's arms to roam her sides and waist, and arched her back as she felt that serpentine tongue lick over her sensitive area. She began to spread her legs, intending to give her partner less resistance, but stopped and clenched her teeth when she felt sharp talons piercing into the tender flesh of her under arms. She returned her legs to their previous position slowly, and then stopped clenching her teeth when she felt the talons retract and began to massage the area they just were.
Her partner then began to move her mouth up again, delivering small kisses as she ascended, and then she stopped with her mouth above her throat and began to kiss her neck.
She had been informed, in great detail, what would happen if she died. She didn't mind, though it was nerve wracking at times to hear of just how little she would be missed, but, as it was, there was no one else to remember her.
Finally, her partner continued and they locked lips again. There was no noxious breath, but she felt poison dripping from her partner's teeth.
She closed her eyes and drank in the kiss, the saliva, and the poison.
She had built up a resistance to both the poison and the noxious breath, but it was not an immunity to either. In time, she would expire from one of the two; either the noxious breath filling her lungs, or the poison she knowingly drank in these gentle kisses.
Once more, her partner separated from the kiss and pulled her up by her arms, and, once again, she was in her partner's embrace. She let out a gasp and leaned her head back when she felt those hands begin to massage and tease the sensitive and vulnerable soft parts.
Their chests pressed together, they embraced one another, and their love-making session would continue into the long hours of the night until her partner was finished.
In the morning, before the sun rise, her partner would demand that she return to her place and leave her room. And she would without question and as best as she could. The previous night had not been a hard one as they had only remained in bed, but there had been nights when her partner had nearly killed her only to stop just before to prolong her life and forestall the promise that would be fulfilled upon her death.
Next time, she had been told, would be when she was reminded of what was to come.