"They sound meaner, don't they?"
As the question left Talulah's lips, Swire realized that she couldn't remember the last time that the Draco sounded so smug. So full of herself. Perhaps she's rubbing off on the ex-Reunion leader more and more with each and every visit.
"Ursus swearing," Talulah continued, her eyes half-closed as if her eyelids were getting far too heavy to keep up. "It sounds rougher, and meaner, than Lungmen swearing…"
The Feline clenched her eyes shut. She continued to shake and writhe beneath the mighty dragon — Talulah Artorius — who found new ways to have fun at Rhodes Island every passing week. Currently, Talulah thought that pressing a bullet vibrator up against her childhood friend's clitoris… was a pretty fun way to pass the time, she might say.
If there was a God, thought Talulah, then perhaps her name was Gravel. During the epoch of the Draco's imprisonment here on the landship, a surprising number of operators took pity on her. Some brought gifts, which of course needed to be screened and extensively tested by security staff before they were allowed to pass through into Talulah's dorm room.
Gravel's gifts, however, were the most… pleasing, one might say.
Talulah didn't know just how screened and tested these particular devices were before they made their way to her dorm room. She didn't want to think about anyone else using these gifts but her, and her favorite weekly visitor. The haughty cat who was currently lying on her bed, approaching her second climax of the evening.
"Cat's got your tongue, then?" Talulah taunted. Swire opened one eye just to glare at Talulah, her cheeks flush red and her bare body dotted with droplets of sweat.
For the superintendent of the L.G.D. to debase herself in such a manner…
For Swire to give herself up — all that control, all that power — to one of the most dangerous women on Terra…
…Fuck, why did it feel so good each and every time? Why was it Talulah — and only Talulah — who made her toes curl like this? Who put that arch in her back, who had her shaking and moaning and crying out from the release? It was humiliating, the way that she kept coming back for more. It was humiliating, and she loved every single second of it.
"C-Сука," Swire spat. Talulah grinned, and her Draco tail waved menacingly behind her.
"Good girl," praised the dragon, "don't worry… tonight, I'll teach you more bad words. Perfect for a bad girl like you, isn't that right?"
"Talulah-ah-ahhh!" Swire reached up and bit her finger to quiet herself down, just in time for Talulah to shush her weekend hookup.
"Careful now, Bea… any louder, and security might think you're being attacked," she whispered, so pleased with herself. Beatrix Schwire could only scoff as Talulah gave her a break, pulling the mini vibrator away for only the most fleeting of moments.
"You're a beast…" Swire panted, pouting up at her Draco lover.
"Because of the collar?" Talulah asked, in reference to the cold, sterile device that was clamped around her neck. An inhibitor, Swire had learned. Closure and Dr. Kal'tsit had seen to it that Talulah wear it at all times on the landship, to track her every move… and, of course, to prevent her from making so much as a spark with her fingertips. "Do I look like a pet?"
"Pfft… that's not what I meant and you know it," Swire mumbled, reaching up and making grabby-hands at the ex-leader. "Mm…"
"Mm?" Talulah raised an eyebrow.
"Mm…!" Swire's pout only deepened. "C'mere…"
"You're extra needy tonight," Talulah noted aloud.
"I missed you," Swire admitted.
"I missed you too, Bea."
"I have," Swire sighed, "two, maybe two-and-a-half more hours here, before I have to leave, Tal…" She sounded guilty even just reminding her. "I'm sorry. I wish I could stay longer."
"You're awfully serious all of a sudden…" Talulah leaned in closer, pinning the Feline down to her bed. Her smile never wavered, and Swire knew that it was a smile that only Talulah could give her. Ch'en's imitation didn't come very close. Hoshiguma didn't even try.
"But," Talulah continued, "you always make up for lost time. Without you, I'd go crazy."
"I don't know about that," Swire considered, "you've been on Rhodes Island for, what, almost a year already? People here have… warmed up to you, haven't they?"
"Almost a year, and I've still got the collar," Talulah remarked. "It's a different kind of shackle."
"Tal…" Swire frowned sympathetically, before the Draco caught herself.
"Never mind that. I'm getting off topic. It's been almost a year since… that mess. I'm a little better now," she promised.
"You're smiling more."
"That's because you're in my bed. And you're naked. And you're the cutest when you try to curse in a language that isn't Lungmen." Talulah reached up and ran her thumb across Swire's soft, pouty lips. "My little pussycat."
Swire scoffed. "Don't make me bite you."
"Are you threatening me, miss Swire? Maybe I'm not the only one that should be wearing a collar right now."
"...Do you actually have another one?" Swire gulped, lifting her head up from the mattress with visible interest.
"That mischievous Zalak… gifts me the nicest things, don't you think?"
"...and security doesn't know what you're using these things for?"
"Of course they do. How could they not? They know exactly what we're doing in here. What are they going to do, stop me from getting—"
"Ugh… that's SO embarrassing, are you kidding me?" Swire rubbed her forehead and groaned. "Just get the damned collar already…"
Talulah slid over to the other end of the bed, opening her nightstand drawer. "It's black leather," she told Swire, who perked up suddenly.
"...definitely get the collar, fuck." Swire bit her lip. "Does it match my shoes?"
"You're not even wearing your shoes now, you little freak." Talulah smirked, brandishing the collar and coming up to her kitten. "Now then…"
Of course, just because Talulah couldn't light a fire, that didn't mean she couldn't keep the spark going between herself and the Lungmen Guard Department's very own superintendent. To say that Swire was hot and ready would be a severe understatement. The poor thing was starving for attention, and fortunately for her, Talulah was more than happy to feed into all the Feline's desires, no matter how depraved. Nothing would leave this room. She had earned this much at least.
"Say it now," Talulah had told her. Had ordered her, really. Of course, what else could her Beatrix Schwire do but comply? Given her situation… leashed and laying across the great dragon's lap, a thin trail of love dribbling from her nethers like she'd sprung a leak.
"Bl-blee-aht?" Swire moaned out. She was far too aroused to even think properly, utterly spirited away by her own libido. Alas, she got it wrong.
So Talulah spanks her, naturally, and the sharp slap rings out throughout the room. Swire shrieks, clenching her eyes shut and drooling. She can't even hear the Draco's smug correction.
"Блять," said Talulah, and it seemed to be directed at Swire herself.
"What d-does that m-mean," the Feline stammered, eyes nearly glazed over from the pleasure of feeling Talulah's fingers work at her dripping-wet cunt.
"Whore," said Talulah.
"Fuck…"
"That's the idea, Bea…~"
Two digits almost weren't enough for the greedy little thing. Talulah was tempted to slip a third finger into her precious lap cat, but she opts instead to curl the ones already inside her, causing Swire to arch her back in response.
If Swire's body were an instrument, then Talulah Artorius was a virtuoso. She could pluck away at Beatrix's heartstrings, and the lightest touch had the aristocat singing beautiful songs. The melodic hums and harmonic sighs that slipped from the Feline's lips, curled like her tail and her back — it was aural candy; it was music to her ears. All the same, what a pity it was that Talulah and Swire had no audience for their live performance. There was no one here to demand an encore. Their opera was for each other, and it had soul, and it was for no one more.
"Repeat after me," Talulah told her precious kitty, "Я шлюха."
"Y-ya slew-ha?" Swire winced because she knew she'd gotten it wrong, and her foresight allowed her to brace for another spanking — one that Talulah is all too happy to give.
"You know what that means?" Talulah asked her.
"S-something… whore?" Swire guessed. Her thoughts were getting so heavy that she could barely lift her head. At the forefront of her mind, surrounded by lapping euphoric waves… was the notion — the certainty — that she really needed this. That Talulah needed this, and that she herself… loved giving the Draco the control that she held so naturally in those exploring, possessive hands. This was… therapy. She was learning new words, and she was in therapy.
"You just called yourself a whore," said Talulah, smiling devilishly, "rather badly, I might add." Swire groaned, bumping and grinding against Talulah's hand like the desperate animal she was.
"Talulahhhhh~!" Now there were fingers in her mouth, too. Talulah's opposite hand had pushed another pair of slender digits into the cat's maw, and the Draco's filthy smile told Swire everything. "Ahhh… nnhh… ghhh, 'lulahhhh~?"
"Oh, Bea… I love it when you drool over my fingers," she told her kitty. "No matter which end I put them in… they always come out so soaked, don't they?" With that, Talulah pulled out of Swire's honey pot, only to bring the tip of her middle finger up against the Feline's clit, where she started to bump and rub against the Feline's love button with equal parts vim and vigor. Just then, Swire arched her back and moaned so loudly that Talulah was sure someone outside had heard her. So much for nothing leaving this room…!
Once upon a time, Swire had entertained the absolutely ludicrous notion that she might one day be able to top Talulah herself. To loom over her childhood friend just as Talulah was looming over her right now. She actually believed, once in the past, that she could take control like this. To dominate the indomitable Talulah Artorius.
What a fool she'd been, and how sweetly how some things never change. She wouldn't trade this for anything at all. All the luxury handbags, all the designer jeans, all the limited edition shoes, and the ten-thousand-Lungmen-dollar coats,
They were nothing.
This was everything.
And Swire was making such a nasty little mess of herself.
Talulah pulled her hand out of Swire's mouth, but the Feline received no reprieve. Just as quickly, Talulah pulled the cat's leash, causing Swire's eyes to go wide as she suddenly choked in her absolute favorite manner.
"You're trembling so much," Talulah whispered. "You want to cum… don't you, baby?"
Baby. Swire almost cried. Talulah was calling her baby, and she was losing her mind. Her brain was melting.
"Use your words, if you can," said Talulah. "Come on now… make me proud, just like you always do, Bea…"
"C-Cummm!" Swire's face was burning a bright red. Her tail wouldn't stop thrashing, along with the rest of her. "I'm g-gonna cum, hhffFFUCK—!"
All at once, the dam had collapsed, and Swire shook with such an overwhelming force that one might have thought she was being possessed. With one hand, Talulah gripped Swire's leash tight, and with the other, she rub-rub-rubbed the leaky kitty's pussy, taking pride in the knowledge that someone else was going to have to clean these bed sheets. Swire's moan devolved into what sounded like a meow… and then the poor thing purred as she came down from her climax, drifting in the delightful afterglow like a cloud up in heaven.
"There we go," Talulah whispered, and her fingers went slack as she slowly pulled them back. "There we are, Bea… just like that," she praised.
Swire sighed happily as she lay in Talulah's arms. "Best Ursus teacher ever…"
Minutes later, there was another burning curiosity in this cat's mind.
"Hey," she whispered to Talulah, while the Draco caressed her, and held her more closely than she'd ever held anyone before, "I've got a question."
"And I've got an answer." Talulah smiled. Swire pouted.
"Promise me you won't laugh, first."
"I won't laugh. I promise." She meant it, too. "Have another language question?"
"Mm…" Swire paused, wondering if she should even ask. After an eternity — or about four seconds — she finally worked up the nerve to ask. "How do you say Mommy in Ursus?"
Talulah's answer was immediate. "Mama."
"Wait… really?"
"Really," said Talulah. Swire blinked.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"That's… kind of boring, actually."
"Is it?" Talulah smirked. "I wonder why you're asking."
"Umm… no reason," Swire mumbled, before laying her head atop Talulah's bare breast again. "No reason at all…"
"Oh, I'm sure of that…~"
Talulah reached up and pat Swire over the head. She raked her fingers through her haughty, all-important lover's hair… and she cherished Swire's happy sighing, and content moaning. The physical contact — this lovely, warming, and sadly time-limited touching — was worth more than gold. Orundums, too.
"Мой маленький котенок…" Talulah whispered to her.
"Huh…" Swire glanced up, "what's that mean…?"
"I'll tell you later," Talulah said, reaching out to softly cup the Feline's cheek. She traced her thumb against Swire's face, smiling in that all-too familiar manner of hers. And how could Swire keep frowning when she got an eyeful of that loving look?
"I have to go soon," Swire whispered. She turned her head, and she kissed Talulah's fingertips. "Sorry…"
"Don't say sorry," Talulah replied. Her smile never once wavered. "Just let me hold you until then."
"Heh… I guess I can allow that…"
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