A Dummy for Her Affection

"The operation in Leithania is over. Everything went as expected, nothing worth mentioning. The situation in Victoria is... evolving. We're keeping it under watch, but we need someone actually capable on the field, the guys at the office aren't fit for this. As for the other matter, it's been taken care of. Everything not too sensitive is written in the report"

"Reliable as always" Kal'Tsit replied, only briefly lifting her gaze from the towering pile of documents resting on her desk to meet the sarkaz's gaze "Further actions require informations bound to arrive by the night, assuming Pith hasn't encountered any complications. You will be contacted tomorrow morning at the earliest"

"An awfully long break"

"You know as well as I that rushing such matters would only lead to further problems down the line. At best"

"I wasn't complaining" the sarkaz pointed out.

"I'm aware"

A brief silence, during which the sarkaz took another look around the feline's office. One wall was bent nearly to the point of breaking apart, as if something massive had been slammed right into it. The opposite wall, on the other hand, was downright torn open, a makeshift reparation preventing anyone from peeking in through the gaping hole but doing little in the way of hiding the damage.

"Is something the matter?" Kal'Tsit asked, seeing how Ascalon was still there.

In response to which the sarkaz simply gestured to the state of the room.

"It's nothing worth your concern, of that I can assure you"

"I shouldn't concern myself with something wrecking half your office with you still inside?"

"You already know what happened" the feline said as she got up and started packing a few things inside a bag.

"Some of it"

"Then you also know there is nothing to worry about. Now, Ascalon, I have a surgery scheduled. But you know that too already"

"Of course"

Without any further word exchanged, the two women left the room. Kal'Tsit headed for the medical ward, while Ascalon had a rather different destination in mind.

Truth be told, if Kal'Tsit said she didn't have to worry about whatever happened in her office -or to her office, at the very least- then she most likely really didn't have to. And it's not like there weren't any rumors going around already either, that one had been a somewhat noisy accident after all. But she wanted the full picture. Both for a little extra peace of mind and because, as it turned out, she had some time to kill. Which was rather unusual for her, admittedly.


A few hours later, that same day, Ascalon was standing in front of a door. It was late, in the sense that dinner had already gone by and the night lights were already on, but most people were still up and about at that hour. So she knocked and waited for a response.

Not much time went by before the door opened and someone stared at her from inside the room. Someone short, small and somewhat hard to deal with, at least as far as the sarkaz was concerned. But still a colleague.

"... Ascalon"

"Correct"

Rosmontis tilted her head softly to the side, with neither the ability nor the intent to hide her puzzlement. She knew she had met all the other Elite Operators at least once before, but she couldn't quite remember any reason why Ascalon might want to see her.

"I see you have plans" the sarkaz commented, seeing how the little feline was donning a rather elegant dress -relatively speaking, at least- and had her hair better combed than usual "I will be brief. But I'd rather not have this conversation in the hallway. It's here too, right?"

That last remark seemed to startle Rosmontis to a degree, enough to make her silently wonder how to answer for a few seconds.

"... yes" she eventually decided to admit, since she had every reason to believe the sarkaz hadn't simply taken a wild guess "But don't tell anyone"

"I have no reason to"

"Mnh. Thanks"

With a nod, the feline stepped back to let Ascalon inside, closing the door behind her.

And there it was. Mon3tr, hovering above the ground in a corner of the room, staring at the two of them in silence. It was arguably the farthest Ascalon had ever seen it from Kal'Tsit, which in itself was, if not concerning, at the very least curious. Not like Kal'Tsit was that far off either way, at least as far as the crow flies. Assuming she was still in her office, which was most likely the case. As for the... painter's equipment strewn around, well, the sarkaz was not too interested in that. Vaguely surprised, maybe, but little else. Especially because her gaze quickly moved to the gaping hole in the upper half of a wall and part of the ceiling, patched up in roughly the same way as Kal'Tsit's office. Considering that the feline's office and Rosmontis' quarters, while on two different floors, were only at around two rooms of distance from each other, the connection was painfully easy to make.

"What happened?"

"Dr. Kal'Tsit already took care of it. She said not to tell Amiya"

"I'm well aware of that" she replied as she turned around to face the little feline "But that doesn't answer my question"

Seeing her in a formal dress was rather... odd, but a small part of Ascalon considered it more fitting than the clothes she usually wore when out on the field. Had the sarkaz been just a little bit more concerned with such things, she might've even found Rosmontis cute.

As for Rosmontis herself, her gaze dropped for a short while, and she turned one feet around on its tip for a bit. Her ears twitched. From pretty much anyone else of their standing, Ascalon would've found that lack of control over her own body language almost embarassing. But she knew the little feline's case well enough to not think of her in such a way.

"We had an accident. While painting"

"... painting, you say"

"We were painting when it started. But... thank you for asking"

"What's there to thank me for?"

"You're worried about dr. Kal'Tsit, right? The others told me... that you never get too far from her, if she doesn't tell you to. Like Mon3tr. You want to keep her safe"

Ascalon took a quarter of a step back. The last time Rosmontis had said something along those lines to her, she had also gone in for an hug. And Ascalon was... not really into hugging. Especially with someone she felt so ultimately indifferent about as Rosmontis.

Then again, Ascalon felt ultimately indifferent about mostly everyone.

"It's part of my job" she replied, more of an half truth than a lie.

"But you decided to do this job... right?"

"You'd better not waste your time with such thoughts"

"... we were painting. Mon3tr was painting. And then... "

A brief pause. And then the feline reached for her terminal to scroll through a few entries. She remembered that evening quite well, partially because it's been just a few days ago, but she also wanted to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything important. It wasn't often that Ascalon came to talk to her, after all.

"... and then I received a package, but it wasn't the one I had ordered"

Unless that package contained explosives, Ascalon wasn't sure how it could lead to such damage. Not like conventional explosive could explain that kind of damage either, not to mention that she could tell at a glance that no explosion had taken place. That, and someone would've actually heard it, which wasn't the case. People only reported the sound of metal tearing and breaking apart, not that of explosives. Maybe Rosmontis' control over her Arts wasn't as good as she thought? That would easily explain a few torn walls. Actually, if her Arts were really involved then the damage could be considered pretty minimal, all things considered.

Before the feline could continue her story, wherever far she might've been willing to go with it, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation, a knock accompanied by a very familiar voice.

"Ros? Are you ready? The movie will start soon" Amiya asked from the hallway, kind of shouting in order to be heard through the layer of metal separating them.

"Yes, one moment" the feline replied.

Ascalon said nothing, gesturing to keep quiet instead as she faded out of sight. As for Mon3tr, it simply remained still, hidden in a corner not visible from the door. And so Rosmontis briefly ran up to the creature to take a quick, deep sniff of it.

Which remarkably surprised Ascalon. The little feline then waved at both of them before leaving her room and joining Amiya in the hallway, the two strolling away to the movie room as they chatted.

"... so" Ascalon asked once she could no longer hear any footstep coming from outside, her gaze turning to Mon3tr "How does painting lead to an hole across several layers of the landship?"

The creature didn't quite answer, shifting slightly in place as it returned her gaze. The two were, if not familiar, at least acquainted with each other, but that was their first time being face to face without Kal'Tsit around. And that, to a certain degree, roused Ascalon's interest. Even her curiosity, perhaps.

Had she still been there, Rosmontis could have pretty easily told that Mon3tr was slightly concerned, trying to figure out how to best express itself without being misinterpreted. But she wasn't with them, and all Ascalon could do was guess that the creature was pondering what to do. It had no obligation towards her, after all. Neither did it towards Rosmontis though.

"Rosmontis was involved in an accident that resulted in a destroyed room, four breached walls and a damaged fifth one. This much is almost public knowledge on the landship by now" she said, though that last bit might've been somewhat of an exaggeration "Officially, a small test performed on her Arts caused more stress than expected and led to a small outburst, which resulted in the aforementioned damage"

She walked along to follow the creature as it slowly hovered around, the two almost circling each other.

"I'm not buying it. Those tests are never performed inside an operator's room, especially not when a caster of her caliber is involved. What were you two doing when the incident happened?"

The creature hissed. Ascalon felt a faint hostility, but nowhere near enough to make her think Mon3tr was truly acting hostile. It hissed again.

"Kal'Tsit said I have nothing to worry about. I trust her. You should know I trust her. It's Rosmontis I'm not as confident in. If something can make her lose control like that even inside Rhodes Island, I want to know what that something is"

This time, the one to feel a small tinge of animosity was Mon3tr. Why, it wasn't quite sure. Still, it stretched itself a bit in response, though the room was too small for it to fully distend its body. Truth be told, Ascalon was one of the very few people Mon3tr was willing to talk with about what happened that evening. Not because it trusted her, but rather because Kal'Tsit trusted her. Though some could argue for that to be a distinction without a difference. Regardless of such things, it then pointed to the yet-unfinished canvas.

"The painting"

The creature shook its head and pointed at it again, in response to which Ascalon walked up to it to take a look at what was actually portrayed there. The style was rather crude, bordering on abstract perhaps, but the context made it pretty easy to figure out what the subject was.

"Rosmontis" she said, wondering for a brief moment why there seemed to be a second Rosmontis being painted next to the first one on the canvas.

A low growl of approval from Mon3tr, or at least that's what it sounded like. Then it pointed at itself, and Ascalon nodded. So far so good. Then, however, Mon3tr placed one of its limbs over the other and scrubbed them together, producing a not exactly pleasant sound. She looked at it with a tiny bit of annoyance rather than confusion. So it raised one limb and pushed the other against it a few times, with some scant traces of... was that uneasiness she was picking up? How... odd.

Still, that new gesture did little in the way of achieving effective communication. Ascalon crossed her arms, and Mon3tr started looking around until its gaze fell on a brush. The tip of one of its limb twisting into a crude imitation of an hand -something Ascalon didn't know it could do but wasn't all that surprised to see either- it picked up the brush and then started searching for something to write on, eventually settling on a blank page resting on Rosmontis' desk. The creature moved to write -paint- a word, only to stop at the last moment and grab a book instead, flipping a few pages and, apparently, reading a few lines here and there.

Because, while it was true that Mon3tr could understand spoken words despite its inability to pronounce them itself, its knowledge of the written languages was used with a considerably lower frequence. So much so that it led to it occasionally forgetting which characters were associated to which sounds in which language, which is why it spent a minute or so going through the pages to refresh its memory. Ascalon, on her part, had a few guesses on what Mon3tr was doing exactly, but she wasn't quite interested enough to pry. She also had a few other reasons to not investigate the creature's behaviour any further, but that could be argued to be an entirely different matter.

Still, Mon3tr eventually found what it was looking for, at least judging by the fact that it put the book down and painted two words on the paper before handing it to Ascalon, who grabbed it and took a good look. The creature's handwriting was... bad. But not as much as she'd have expected to be fair, though that was admittedly a pretty low bar to surpass. Especially considering that it had used a brush to write. As for what it'd written, well, that didn't quite make sense. No, it didn't even begin to make sense. Ascalon looked back up, her gaze meeting Mon3tr, genuine confusion in the sarkaz's eyes for the first time in... in quite a while.

"Sexual intercourse" she said, almost more to herself than to Mon3tr, the creature nodding in response.

"... you. And Rosmontis. You were... having sex" she said again, and again Mon3tr nodded with a soft growl.

"... hold on" she said while pinching the bridge of her nose -pinching pretty damn hard at that- and dropping her gaze to the ground.

Had she had a little less self-control, her tail would've probably swayed in the air a bit too. But it remained perfectly still instead.

"Ok. Ok, you two were... alright" she confirmed, deciding to briefly ignore most of the implications of that sentence while focusing on what she initially wanted to find out "Then... this kind of damage isn't entirely compatible with a direct application of her Arts, but... she launched you through a few walls. That's what happened. Correct?" she asked, her voice perfectly flat to conceal whatever her mental state might've looked like at the moment.

Mon3tr nodded, though the not overly soft growl that accompanied its gesture made her guess it wanted to point out something.

"So you... this is why Kal'Tsit told me to not concern myself with this... does she know? Of course she does. Alright. Alright. This is... this actually has nothing to do with me. Right"

She was still kind of holding her own face with an hand, pretty dumbfounded, but considering that Mon3tr itself was involved, she truly didn't have to worry about Kal'Tsit's safety. As for the... other thing with Rosmontis, what the little girl did in her own free time was none of her business. Her tastes were questionable at best, sure, but also nothing Ascalon had any real reason to bother with. With that said, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly Rosmontis found so attractive about Mon3tr.

... thinking about it... right, why did she go and take a sniff at him before leaving?

She lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting Mon3tr.

She had always had a certain degree of curiosity about the creature, admittedly.

"Mon3tr. Give me your hand" she said, making sure to use a slightly softer tone than her natural one. For good measure, one might say.

The serpentine creature moved its head left and right softly, staring her down for a while, pondering what to do before deciding to comply, for the time being at least. And so it offered her one of its limbs, the one with the tip still twisted into a malformed hand.

Ascalon placed a palm over it. The surface of its body was cold and sturdy, just as she'd expected. The occasional waves of heat flowing beneath the surface were more surprising, but not overly so either.

She bent down a bit and brought her nose closer to the crystalline hand. Sarkaz weren't exactly renowed for their keen noses, but Ascalon had a better one than most of her race, if only because sharp senses were a sort of requirement in her line of work. And so she took a quick, light sniff at the creature, which on its part looked on with a faint mix of confusion and worry and something else.

What hit Ascalon's nostrils was a scent she knew. A scent she knew very, very well. Perhaps even a bit too well, some might say.

Kal'Tsit's scent.

Her tail fluttered a couple of times behind her.

... yes. Yes, that made sense. Mon3tr spent most of its time inside Kal'Tsit's back, acting as her spine -somewhat of an oversimplification, but still-. It was only natural for it to be covered in her scent, wasn't it? She took another sniff, one much deeper, filling her nostrils with that aroma she could never dare to savor under any other circumstance. Her tail waved again, and she found herself pushing her nose right against its rigid skin, sniffing almost audibly, grabbing its limb with both hands and pushing it against her own face.

A single drop of sweat ran down her skin as she kept savoring that almost forbidden aroma, the fragrance sending a warm, since-long missed shiver down to the tip of her tail. Mon3tr remained relatively still, not quite sure what was happening. It couldn't quite claim to know Ascalon all that well, but the sarkaz had been around Kal'Tsit -and, by extension, around it- for more than a few years by that point, and yet it'd never seen her act like that.

The feeling was... somewhat pleasant though, one way or another. Or it wasn't unpleasant at the very least, seeing how it was doing nothing to either pull back of shake her off. Then again, an attempt at the latter might have ended up in... let's say a mess. A potentially bloody one.

Ascalon followed along its limb, the layer of Kal'Tsit's scent covering the creature growing ever so slightly more intense the closer to its shoulders she got, memories of a single afternoon surfacing from the depths of her mind as she started to sweat, if only lightly. Almost without realizing it, the sarkaz brought an hand to her blouse and undid the upper buttons, her fingers clasping her breasts through her dark bra. Mon3tr growled weakly, wondering why exactly things had taken such a turn.

Ascalon, however, wasn't quite thinking about the creature. Or rather, she wasn't thinking about it at all, her mind completely focused on Kal'Tsit's scent and on her own hand groping her chest, fondling and squeezing and pinching her stiff nipples through the fabric, her mind picturing the feline's hand in place of her own, her breaths growing ever so slightly ragged at the fabricated mental image. She kept moving along Mon3tr's limb, its soft growl barely even reaching her ears as the scent made her almost dizzy, all her attention focused on the creature's other half, who in truth couldn't be that far off from them.

A soft shiver coursed through her as she continued to grope herself. It'd been a long, long time since Ascalon had last been touched like that -be it by herself or by someone else- and the warm pleasure building up inside her chest felt almost foreign.

Then a question appeared in her mind, a question she would later come to reprimand herself for having ever even thought of. Reprimand and, to a certain degree, praise as well.

If Mon3tr had Kal'Tsit's scent, then... did it also share her same taste, maybe?

Mon3tr's outer layer was sturdy. A thick, hard shell, relatively malleable if it so wished. Very little could cause it harm, and even fewer things could inflict serious damage to it. But it still was ultimately skin, if an extremely peculiar one, and thus not numb to sensations. Because of that, the sudden feeling that touched its limb startled it. Partially because, to tell the truth, that wasn't Mon3tr's first time being licked. And precisely because of that, it knew that tongues weren't supposed to be sharp. Nowhere near that sharp. Ascalon's tongue couldn't cut its outer shell, it couldn't even hope to leave a mark on it, but Mon3tr could tell that it would cut cleanly through any ordinary person's skin. Why her tongue was so sharp, it couldn't fathom, nor did it care too much about either in actuality. What it did know was that the feeling was rather new. New and... quite interesting.

As for Ascalon herself, at first she had just rested her tongue against Mon3tr, partially lost in a daze as she was, Kal'Tsit's scent having a stronger effect on her than most -if not any- drugs could ever hope to achieve. And for a short few moments nothing really happened. The creature's outer layer didn't quite have a taste to speak of, and what little she could feel made her think of glass rather than anything else. Still quite lost in a stupor, albeith perhaps not quite as much as a little earlier, Ascalon ran her tongue along Mon3tr's surface.

That's when something that could loosely be described as an aftertaste hit her. It was faint, so terribly faint she almost thought she had merely imagined it, so she licked the creature's outer shell a bit more, to either confirm or disprove the feeling. And there it was again, that flavor she had only ever tasted once and which she could never forget. It was buried, hidden deep, panifully soft, but that was without a doubt the same taste as Kal'Tsit's skin.

Nearly unconsciously, the sarkaz pulled her bra up to grope her own chest directly, her other hand sliding down inside her rather form-fitting trousers and reaching for her wet underwear, fondling her throbbing privates through them, her breathing growing heavier with every touch as the feline's scent and taste filled her mind, her face pushed against Mon3tr's chest, her eyes closed to better recall Kal'Tsit's image.

Be it because it had somewhat misunderstood what was going on, be it for some other reason, Mon3tr figured that by that point touching her back would've been fine. Twisting its three other limbs into mishaped hands, the change accompanied by the sounds of glass craking and coming back together, it grabbed Ascalon by the thighs and lifted her up, another hand holding her waist as the last one reached for her face. If not for the fact that one of its fingers ended up in her mouth and another right next to her nose, the taste and scent distracting her to a degree, the sarkaz would've most likely reacted to that initiative of Mon3tr. Though wether the creature moved one of its hands that way out of precise intention or merely by coincidence, one could only wonder.

It floated over to the bed, dropping her down with a somewhat remarkable lack of gentleness -not like she minded- and bringing an hand over her chest, its touch much rougher than her own but not any less stimulating, the creature hissing in response to her heavy breaths. Then it further opened its mouth, a long and thin appendage that could reasonably be considered its tongue protuding from its head and reaching for hers. The same curiosity that had led her to lick Mon3tr, now made arguably even more intense, made her open her mouth and welcome its tongue inside. It was hard, sturdy, but not quite as much as its skin. And along it flowed something, a fluid which, she figured, was its saliva. It trailed down its tongue and, eventually, dripped onto hers, into her mouth.

That thing.

That.

Thing.

The texture was wrong. Completely wrong. It was far too sticky. Far too hot. Far too viscous. Not to mention that it was nearly glowing.

But the taste. The taste was, without a doubt, the same one as Kal'Tsit's saliva. She could never forget it, not even if she tried. Saliva wasn't supposed to taste anything like that, after all.

And the effect it had on her, too, was the same one Kal'Tsit's saliva had had, that one afternoon of three and a half years ago. Heat suddenly radiated from her core, sweat beginning to run down her skin as something that very much resembled a moan escaped her lips, the throbbing between her legs improvvisely growing more intense.

She gulped it down. Mon3tr kept drooling into her mouth and she gulped it down, despite how viscous the substance was, her gaze fixed on the creature above her, her eyes seeing only Kal'Tsit herself. Mon3tr kept groping her chest, a second hand softly rubbing her face, a third one firmly grabbing her rear and sending another shiver up along her body as the final one fumbled around with her trousers, trying to pull them down. Ascalon pushed her fingers inside herself, her thumb playing with her stiff clit as she remembered the exact way Kal'Tsit had touched her that one time, her breaths turning into gasps for air whenever her digits stroked her clit or an especially sensitive spot inside her folds. Then, seeing how Mon3tr was having a bit of a problem with her pants, she pulled them down herself, along with her drenched panties, just enough to bare her throbbing privates.

That was no Kal'Tsit, but it was the closest thing to her Ascalon was reasonably going to get her hands on.

Probably ever.

Mon3tr, on its part, had no similar thoughts. Ascalon was just really pretty -beautiful even, assuming the creature's concept of beauty was anything like that of an human- and, by the looks of it, she was willing too, so Mon3tr took the chance. Initiating such acts itself, after all, was not something the creature was terribly fond of, at least normally. Grabbing her hips with two hands and lifting her up, Mon3tr aligned its member with her slit, its eyes catching a brief glimpse of the sarkaz's hand grasping the sheets in anticipation.

With a single, swift motion, Mon3tr buried itself as deep within Ascalon as its experience with others around her body size told it it could go without causing injuries of any kind. The motion pushed some air out of the woman's lungs, not all of it but a considerable amount nonetheless, and then some more as Mon3tr wriggled around a bit, fully adjusting to her, its tongue coiling around hers and running around over her teeth, pouring more of its saliva down into her mouth, saliva which Ascalon kept drinking. Voraciously enough to startle it a bit, even.

Its grip on her rear growing firmer, Mon3tr moved two hands to her bare chest, roughly groping and rubbing against her stiff nipples, the peculiar feeling sending jolts of pleasure through her as she supported herself with one hand, the other one holding Mon3tr's tongue and running along it, as if to hurry more of its -of Kal'Tsit's?- saliva onto her own tongue, into her mouth.

The creature then pulled its member back. The motion itself was well known to her, but Mon3tr's shape was anything but ordinary, irregular and covered with odd bends and turns, stiff as the rest of its carapace if not more, its girth unilke anything she'd ever experienced before, the occasional pulses of heat flowing through its skin adding yet another unusual stimulation as it nearly completely backed away, only its tip remaining inside of her.

And then it pushed back in, almost making her moan.

It'd been... a while since Mon3tr had last shared a bed -figuratively- with someone of sturdy constitution. Rosmontis was a lovely partner, endearing even, albeith one whose companionship sort of troubled the creature for reasons it didn't quite comprehend itself, but physically speaking she was just... frail. So frail, Mon3tr had to put a lot of effort into not getting too caught up in the act at all, for even just a little fraction of its strength could snap her in two.

Ascalon? Not so much.

Mon3tr's touch grew rougher as its tongue began to run wild inside the sarkaz's mouth, its hips -if we want to call them that- moving back and forth almost violently, each thrust sending jolts and shivers up its serpentine body as well as through Ascalon's, her expression gradually losing more and more of its usual coldness, her voice beginning to leak through her lips as the creature continued to scrape her insides and grope her chest and, arguably most important, fill her tongue and nose with Kal'Tsit's taste and scent.

Though it might be argued that those were its own taste and scent just as much as they were the feline's.

Ascalon had either no time or no desire do indulge herself on such thoughts though, merely basking in the feeling, eventually moving an hand down to her privates to fondle her clit again, a shiver rocking her body in response to her not overly gentle touch, her insides clamping down even harder on Mon3tr's member in response, its hisses and growls drowned by her recollection of Kal'Tsit's voice.

If only she had ever heard her moan, even just once, that memory alone would make her current experience incomparably better. But alas, she hadn't.

And still. Perhaps due to the overwhelming presence of the feline despite her physical absence, perhaps because it'd been just so long since Ascalon had last experienced that sort of stimulations, perhaps because Mon3tr was simply that good, the sarkaz reached her climax much sooner than she would've anticipated herself, heat and pleasure building up to the tipping point and then well past it, her muscles stiffening up as her voice died down, her lungs ceasing all activities for a brief, everlasting couple of seconds, her insides clamping down even further against Mon3tr which, on its part, had merely slowed down a little bit rather than stopping, the continued back and forth of its member inside of her guiding her further up along her climax and then slowing down her descent off it considerably, nearly to the point she had to force herself to breath in against the overwhelming feelings still flowing through her body, her tail waving as wildly as it could between her raised hips and the mattress beneath them, the sheets now hopelessly drenched with both her fluids and something pouring out of Mon3tr as well.

When Ascalon's muscles began to relax at last, her partner for the evening briefly pulled out, the sudden parting of its member almost dragging a moan from her lips as the creature turned her around. Now lying face-down on the mattress, the sarkaz pushed herself up a bit as the crystalline creature readjusted its grip on her still raised hips, plunging right back into her and resuming moving back and forth inside of her throbbing privates, its hisses and growls growing in intensity with every thrust.

She closed her legs around its body, using her arms and chest as leverage to move her hips in rhythm with its, fast approaching a second orgasm when Mon3tr did something unexpected.

The sound of glass shattering and reassembling reached her ears and, just as she was about to turn around -something that would've admittedly been somewhat awkward to do with its tongue still coiled around hers and drooling right into her mouth- the creature closed its maws around her head, the inside of its mouth colliding against her horns and producing a dull sound.

Mon3tr wasn't biting down, naturally, but rather simply holding her head inside its mouth. It had no breath, but still the air between its jaws carried a peculiar scent, a potent and vaguely pungent aroma that, at least for the sarkaz, could do little to cover Kal'Tsit's everlingering fragrance, which was now assaulting her nostrils with even more intensity. Not to mention that, in such a position, its saliva was falling pretty much all over her head, sticking to her hair, her horns, her face, trailing down her lips and down her throat, the overpowering taste making her dizzy.

The creature pulled her head up a bit, forcing her to arch her back, its member hitting a different spot inside of her as the peculiar sound of their mating filled the room, Mon3tr's vocalizations now too loud to ignore -fact that admittedly annoyed her- as they continued to move in tandem, further stimulating each other as the pleasure continued to grow, its rough, misshaped hands roughly kneading her butt and groping her chest as the waves of heat flowing through its body began to grow both more intense and more frequent.

Ascalon closed her eyes, partially because there wasn't much she could see in the first place with her head in that position, partially to focus even more on the image of Kal'Tsit, her mind split between the present and the past. Mon3tr was definitively more... passionate than the feline, albeith nowhere near as dominating, but the fact that it was clearly getting off on the act did help make up a bit for the fact that it was... well, not Kal'Tsit.

That one time, Ascalon had merely received from the feline. Back then, Kal'Tsit gave without taking anything back. She hadn't even disrobed. And having elicited such pity from the feline, enough to bring her to console the sarkaz in such way, was one of the only three things Ascalon truly regretted in her life.

The creature growled, the sounds and the pleasure bringing her back to the there and then forcefully, almost violently, her pleasure hitting a new peak as her breathing came to an halt once more, her hips ceasing all motions as her insides contracted and relaxed and contracted again over and over, further stimulating herself as a second climax filled her body, reaching all the way to the tip of her fingers, of her tail, of her toes, an half-chocked moan leaving her lips as Mon3tr's tongue kept ravaging her mouth.

And her climax brought the creature over the edge too. Its member didn't quite pulsate, but the waves of heat flowing through it turned into a steady, constant flow instead. It growled pretty much right into her ears as something warm and sticky began to pour into her, the substance painting her insides an unnatural color and beginning to fill her up from within, eventually beginning to spill out of her and onto the sheets, and yet Mon3tr didn't stop moving back and forth inside of her even as it released its seed, its touch growing even more intense, nearly bringing Ascalon right into a third orgasm before she could even finish riding her second one.

For better or for worse, however, Mon3tr slowed down and eventually stopped moving before the sarkaz could quite reach a third climax, which allowed her to at least begin to get her breathing back under control, her heavy panthings mixing in with its not too soft growls, the creature still caressing and fondling her but gently, lovingly almost, carefully letting her head down on the mattress and out of its mouth.

For a short while, the two remained there, still connected and basking in the afterglow. Then Mon3tr pulled away, just as Ascalon crawled forward just enough to separate herself from the creature, its member sending a last jolt through her as their connection broke.

Then something odd happened.

Ascalon saw Mon3tr turn around suddenly, its gaze moving to the door, something very odd and almost unsettling taking over its body language -or at least what the sarkaz could make out of its body language- as it floated backwards a bit. Then she caught it too, her senses returning to their intended activities and alerting her of someone approaching, especially because said someone didn't seem to be making any attempt at concealing themselves.

In what Ascalon would remember as one of the longest seconds of her life, the door opened. Neither slowly nor quickly. It simply opened. Someone walked in. And the door closed behind them, as it was supposed to.

Kal'Tsit was there. A large bag hanging from her shoulder. A thick stack of papers in her hand. A perfectly neutral expression on her face, as if the scene in front of her fell entirely within the realm of the mundane.

"Ascalon" she said, her tone giving that away as a greeting.

"... Kal'Tsit" she replied, sitting with her clothes sill undone to expose all her most private areas, the creature's seed dripping from between her legs, its saliva covering her head and a bit of her clothes too.

"Mon3tr" the feline then called as she shifted her gaze to her companion, her voice as calm as collected as ever. As calm and collected as it was that one afternoon Ascalon could never quite forget.

The creature growled, and the sarkaz truly couldn't make anything out of that vocalization.

"Mon3tr" she called again while lowering her coat.

Once again, her serpentine companion growled, it growled and hissed, but its tone was different. And it floated back towards her, its body changing, shrinking and breaking and retracting as it tore through the feline's back, flesh ripping and stitching itself together again, blood pouring and flowing right back, bones cracking and closing anew as Mon3tr nestled itself inside Kal'Tsit's back as her spine, her face utterly unperturbed by the seemingly gruesome brutalization of her body. Without even turning around to make sure they had left not a single drop of blood nor a single bit of flesh on either the floor or the walls -because she knew they hadn't- she pulled her jacket back up.

"Pith has returned early" she then told Ascalon while handling her a thick stash of papers, either unbothered or perfectly pretending not to be by the sarkaz's current state and what she had just done "This is a copy of her report. Stormeye and Mechanist will depart in thirty three hours on different tasks, but you can take their same transport for the first part of this assignment"

"Yes. That's fine" Ascalon replied as she took the documents, doing a mighty fine job of hiding her mental state herself.

"I know this is earlier than what I had previously stated, but the urgency of these matters is as clear to you as it is to me"

"I know. There's no need to remind me of that"

"Take care of the sheets, if you would" the feline concluded as she turned around to leave, only to stop right before the door and twisting her neck a little, just enough to look Ascalon in the eyes.

"I trust these words I'm about to speak to be unnecessary, Ascalon. But I believe our relationship is better off left at a purely professional level"

"I know that. Of course I know"

"I'm aware. Good evening then, Ascalon"

"Don't stay up too late again"

"That is not for either me or you to decide"

And with those words, Kal'Tsit -and Mon3tr with her- left Rosmontis' room. The sarkaz looked down, both at the state of the bed and at herself. Then she reached between her legs and scooped up some of Mon3tr's seed from her own privates, bringing it to her mouth and swallowing it.

The taste that immediatly assaulted her tongue was unlike anything she'd ever tasted before, but she cared very little about it. What she truly valued was what lied beneath, the taste of Kal'Tsit hidden right underneath.

She had work to do. Preparations to make. Reports to read. But thirty three hours were an awfully long time for that.

She brought her fingers down and scooped up a second serving, Kal'Tsit's words playing again in her mind.

And only then a word left her mouth. A single word, barely whispered.

"... fuck"


Thank you for reading.