SCII: Changing (Venus5 & darjeeling)

[darjeeling]

When she resurfaced from the rubble of broken buildings, the horizon was awash in color; a burst of falling fire surrounded by shadowed clouds reaching over a field dotted with the remaining Zerg sweeping overhead. Her slender wings clicked and stretched out as she drank in the victory. The battle was over; the Dominion army was retreating with their tails tucked between their legs. There was no reason to send her forces after them. Mengsk was dead and with it, her vengeance was complete and yet... yet, Mengsk was dead but it came a cost too heavy for Kerrigan to feel any amount of satisfaction from it.

The web-like markings on her face glowed a deep purple as she gazed over the carnage. Exploded carapaces, corpses and stains of blood painted the soil and Kerrigan saw nothing but the Moros exploding; the pieces were possibly still floating in Dominion space and with it, the man she had hoped to save. Jim Raynor's death should have been water under the bridge, and though she had taken out Mengsk, the man could have died a thousand, a million times over and Kerrigan knew that would have not been enough to sate her. But she could not give in to these thoughts; she was no longer infested, but reborn and her will was her own.

Kerrigan rose, leaving behind the wasteland of Korhal and with her forces to the leviathan. She could not, would not, stop and weep or rest. Amon still needed to be found and confronted. The groans of the leviathan was oddly comforting, but in this instance all she could think of was its one failing. Her temper darkened as, within the cavernous, pulsating mass, Izsha welcomed her return. The Zerg was as impassive as ever and despite her spiraling thoughts, Kerrigan understood the sincerity. After all, the Swarm obeyed without question.

"A decisive victory, my Queen." Izsha spoke, her suspended form swaying to and fro, her prehensile appendages flicking back and forth. "Shall we search for the Fallen One?" When Kerrigan did not respond, Izsha gestured towards a tunnel that led deeper into the ship. "Our prisoner has awakened." At that the Queen of Blades pursed her lips and nodded. Izsha inclined her head as Kerrigan stalked past. There was nothing more she would like to do than find that damned xel'naga and destroy him but she had no clues. Izsha and her Swarm would do as she bid but even then it would take time; time she did not want to waste brooding away.

Kerrigan swept aside a wall hiding away a small room with a single wave of her hand. The interior looked no different than the rest of the leviathan save for the stray tendrils lining the sides that snapped at the lone body located in the middle of the enclosed space. The female was one of the Ghosts associated with the Terran Dominion, of that Kerrigan knew. But she did not know the agent's name, only that she was one of the many who was to blame for Raynor's capture and ultimately, his death. The very reason why the Queen of Blades had not yet torn the Ghost to pieces was simply that she could detect the psionic power brimming within. Abathur claimed that she might be of use and to consider infestation.

"Arcturus Mengsk is dead." Kerrigan said simply as she looked upon the Ghost now. "I killed him."​

 

[Venus5]

For many, the world which began to come into focus for the captured Ghost agent when she first awoke may have initially seemed to be a nightmare. A part of herself didn’t wish to believe it, if only for how sloppy she would have had to be in order to get captured by her target. But November Annabella Terra, better known to many by the name Nova, didn’t hold onto such false wishful thinking for long, as the blonde attempted to struggle within the organic bindings which held to her to center of the wall. It was a relatively short lived struggle, however, as the snapping of those tendrils would at least make her cease such futile efforts until a new plan was conceived in her head.

Then the ‘wall’ hiding away her prison parted to make way for the Ghost’s capturer, as Nova gave a cold glare at the first sight of the Queen of Blades herself. Her head remained a touch groggy, but the Ghost remembered the series of events which lead up to her current predicament. In particular, her mind flashed over the attempt at taking down Kerrigan following the successful capture of Jim Raynor. More so, she remembered how she underestimated the disgusting figure which stood before her this instant. The anger and a hint of embarrassment evident in her eyes, but the steely blonde kept a relatively cool composure. That is, until she uttered those few, damning words of Mengsk’s fate.

“….You lie.” She spoke with a break in her voice which showed a lack of conviction in believing Kerrigan’s words to be false; that calm, steely gaze having taken a turn as Nova’s eyes widened over the news, before narrowing into an intense scowl.

“No. No, you’re not lying, are you?” The Ghost conceded while not having broken her gaze away from the Queen of Blades for a second; hers arms pulling in vain against their bindings while stating with a relatively calm, yet harsher tone, “They’ll have your head for what you’ve done today. And unless you’re only keeping me alive long enough to brag in person before finishing the job? Then I’m going to be the one who brings it to them.”

There was a harshness within her voice, but perhaps a hint of being wounded at the loss of a man, a figure, whom she had come to dedicate herself so fully toward over the years. As her arms began to relent on their pull at the unyielding binds which kept her from attempting to finish what she started, the Ghost began to attempt in composing herself as she took in several deep breaths; hey eyes closing shut for a few moments, before opening them to indeed show a slightly more composed Nova who inquired with a continued sense of aggression, “Why am I still alive?”

 

[darjeeling]

"I have no cause to lie." Despite it all, the barest hint of a smirk danced across her lips; a single thread of satisfaction embroidered between emotions uncharacteristic of a Zerg, pure or not. She observed the female terran coolly as the blonde struggled against her bonds, not out of keen interest but in a way one might take note of a small animal in a cage. That was what the woman was, after all. Abathur sounded eager to get his spindly appendages over the Ghost and make revolutionary changes, much like he had done with Zagara.

The Queen would have allowed it had it not been for the simple fact: she was not his to toy with.

Her wings swayed as Kerrigan shifted her weight from one leg to the other, then shrugged lightly. "Who is it you speak of? With Mengsk dead, Korhal is in disarray and turmoil. The Dominion is no match for my Swarm." At the blonde's empty albeit brave threat, she sneered ever so slightly and raise an eyebrow. "You should watch your tongue." Despite her captive's potential psionic capabilities, Kerrigan felt no fear. She had been through too much to feel any such thing and being threatened on her very own leviathan was laughable.

Kerrigan took a step forward, the lashing tendrils ceasing their frenzied movements in an instant. She did not know this woman but there was a familiarity there, hidden deep within her memories of a time she both longed for and to forget. The terran's tone was not disregarded either, though Kerrigan kept the revelation well away from her expression. She'd heard it before - the tinge of something precious taken so sudden, but rather than feel pity for the soldier, there was nothing. Mengsk deserved to die and no amount of sadness for him would atone for his crimes.

She looked upon the kidnapped Ghost as Kerrigan considered the woman's inquiry. To be researched, to be assimilated, to fill the spreading void which sweet vengeance should have filled. This woman was responsible, or at least partially so. She hadn't given it much thought, but the sudden realization and recollection of Jim's death made her brow furrow fiercely and she took the remaining steps required so that she stood a mere foot away from her prisoner. The appendages which sprouted from the walls were sturdy enough to keep her on the ground, so Kerrigan leaned forward and placed a single viciously sharp claw beneath the blonde's chin and tilted her face upwards.

Her eyes remained a clear, silvery purple hue though the violet streaks never faded in its shimmer. The pointed tip of her finger pricked into the blonde's skin as the masked smirk made itself more apparent. "What is your name?" Kerrigan asked finally. She was not obligated to answer any questions a Dominion solider might have for her. "Or shall I give you one?"​

 

[Venus5]

The blonde let the hint of a smirk touch her lips at Kerrigan’s warning, even as her mind reeled with the talk of how Korhal had fallen into disarray following Mengsk’s death. It was perhaps expected, but the influx of information to process since the Queen of Blades’ arrival had still proven to be enough for Nova to remain off her guard to the point of displaying cracks in her often icy exterior. She was angry, distraught, yet did her best to control these emotions from ruling her actions. The Ghost fully intended on carrying out with her threat, but needed to maintain a cooler head and continue to access her situation.

She would carry on in adjusting to this knowledge of how everything she fought for was in near shambles as her cool glare focused upon the now approaching Kerrigan; the Ghosts’s gaze catching wind of that furrow in her brow, which actually caught the woman a touch by surprise. Her body tensed when Kerrigan closed the gap between them, as her breath became stuck in her throat for a few seconds when that sharp claw moved beneath her chin to force her head to tilt upward. The blonde showed perhaps the faintest hints of concern for her own being as she otherwise stared up into the Queen of Blades eyes and dared not react otherwise; even when she felt the sharp prickle of Kerrigan’s claw breaking the skin beneath her chin.

Giving a feint snarl of her lips at realizing the other woman wouldn’t answer any of her questions for now, the Ghost let out a light huff at her capturer’s own line of questions, as she stated rather plainly, “Nova. Nova Terra.” She saw little need for concealing her name outside of childish needs for ‘one upping’ Kerrigan on refusals to answer a line of questioning.

As she looked up into the woman’s eyes, however, she did find herself a smidgen unsettled over the previously masked smirk which had made itself known on her features. Unsettled, but also increasingly bothered over how much control the Queen of Blade had over their situation, following Nova’s own failed assassination attempt and the death of Mengsk. It was with this in mind that the Ghost did let slip that control over her emotions as she gazed into Kerrigan’s eyes and noted to her, “You may have killed Mengsk and threw our forces into disarray, but it did come at a price, didn’t it?”

Perhaps it was foolish of her to draw further attention toward how Jim Raynor had lost his life during this latest conflict – especially since she was at least partially responsible due to capturing the rebel leader – but it was her only possible means of recourse as she kept her steely blue eyes locked upon Kerrigan’s own exotically hued set. Years of training had left Nova with the believe that she was prepared to deal with anything the other woman and her Swarm may have in mind for her, as her fingers curled into tight fists before adding in bitter defiance, “There’s little you can do which I haven’t been mentally prepared for during my training and years of service.”

 

[darjeeling]

Kerrigan’s eyes flashed and she hissed; the sound alien and unlike one any human could make. The carapace-coated clicking of a zergling nearby responded to its Queen’s distress, peering inside with undulating chitters. She bared her teeth as it bowed and slunk away but the interference of her brood was something she expected and something she would have to keep in mind. Glancing down at the bold-eyed assassin, she might have given the girl credit for being so audacious as to speak up not once but twice. But there was little safety to be offered where Raynor was concerned. Though Nova did not mention any details that might have incriminated the terran, the Queen of Blades was privy to what the ghost was talking about: and that Nova herself was also fully aware of the part she played.

Her wings creaked, the sound almost impatient but Kerrigan was not. “That was a poor move,” she murmured, and surprisingly her voice lacked the viciousness expected. She twisted the Ghost’s head from side to side, appraising the sharp curve of her face and the loose strands of blonde hair falling waywardly. Nova was what she could have been, not as the Queen of Blades but as Sarah Kerrigan. There were tales untold within her captive’s eyes, she could see it clearly but while Kerrigan saw herself in the young terran, she was unable to forgive. “I fully intend on reclaiming what I paid; a life for a life.”

She grasped Nova’s chin between her thumb and index finger, the rest of her digits curling slowly so that the sharp points of her nails grazed the other’s throat softly; not yet dangerous, but certainly threatening. She continued to stroke the flesh; her movements were methodical to a fault, as she spoke. “You are mentally prepared, perhaps,” Kerrigan acquiesced, admiring the tenderness; the uneven beat of Nova’s pulse; one slip and her breath could so easily be ripped out in an instant. Even easier would be to cultivate the girl’s essence and have the whole ordeal be done with. “But I assure you, I fully intend on challenging that claim.”

After all, the fact that she had not yet crushed Nova’s throat should have been fact enough. Kerrigan could feel the strangeness in her body intermingling with the slow rush of authority coursing through her veins. It was a feeling she had only felt once before, but never did she expect that her primal form would desire something more than power and subservience. Only once or twice had parts of her swarm defied her and she had shown them their place – the fact that it was coming from a terran; the one who thought to have her taken to Mengsk and responsible for Raynor’s death no less…

Without a word, the tendrils curled around Nova’s wrists snapped upwards, dragging the prostrate girl upwards so that she was more or less eye level with Kerrigan’s collarbone. She let go of Nova’s face, almost as if flinging the feeling away but Kerrigan had no intention of simply leaving this as is. She twitched another digit, coaxing a fleshy vine from the solid ground and merely let it waver there as she leaned in; her chin almost resting against the top of the other’s head. The terran smelled of Dominion soil; feminine and earthy, nothing like the zerg she is and was. Most of all, the assassin against all odds, reminded her of Jim.

“Tell me, Nova.” Kerrigan said; her voice was almost a contralto purr riddled in both threat and the beginnings of sensuality. “What did you hope to achieve?” Once more lifting her hand, she laid it against the blonde’s shoulder and dug her claws against her suit. “What happens if I shred away your layers,” at that, she ripped through the fabric with little difficulty to lay bare a strip of skin. “Will you be prepared then?”​

 

[Venus5]

The way her sharp nails danced along her neck would continue to keep Nova on edge as she gazed upward at her captor as she spoke of challenging the Ghost’s claim of being prepared for the worst. The blonde felt she had little to worry about in that regard, as she always anticipated the likelihood of falling into enemy hands and meeting a horrifying end; especially if the enemy in question happened to be the Zerg. At the same time, however, there was certainly something about the way Kerrigan spoke and teased those nails along her flesh which made the woman feel a sense of uneasiness despite those years of preparation.

The woman let out a surprised grunt as the tendrils curled around the prisoner’s wrists snapped her upward; her limbs almost immediately testing the restraints with a few struggling motions which showed little progress in slipping free enough to get a hand around the Queen of Blades own throat. Her squirming came to a halt, however, as the fleshy vine came upward from the solid ground and wavered in place for the time being. Nova tried to maintain a cool exterior, but those blonde eyes of hers showed feint hints of uncertainty as they studied the tendril, before snapping back to Kerrigan as the other woman moved in uncomfortably close.

“W-What are you…” She started to question as a rare display of showing cracks in her cool exterior began to creep up; her head trying to pull away slightly, yet restrained in how much she could slip away due to the restraints. The hints of a purr within Kerrigan’s voice wasn’t lost on the blonde, as she then watched while the swarm leader laid a hand on her shoulder. Aside from her weapons and other essential components for her gear, Nova’s suit had remained entirely intact at this point, but this would no longer prove to be the case as Kerrigan started to rip through the durable fabric with ease.

Feeling a sense of vulnerability begin to creep its way into her very core, the Ghost responded while attempting to ignore the fresh feel of air brushing along that exposed strip of skin which stretched from shoulder to the beginning curves of her breast, “I’m made of firmer stuff than you give me credit for, your ‘highness’.” The sarcastic tone in addressing Kerrigan’s hierarchy within the swarm was given a touch of emphasis in her tone, but the uncertainty on where this was going had shown hints of itself within the blonde’s eyes and the way her breathing had begun to quicken ever so slightly.

With how close they currently were to each other, it was near impossible for Nova’s own senses to take in the scent of the other woman, as she continued to feel an uneasiness about where this was heading. She assumed the hints of intimacy were an attempt at head games from Kerrigan and, while normally the Ghost had felt prepared for that possibility when dealing with enemy forces, she perhaps foolishly always thought it to be the less fairer of sex that would deal out such attentions to their prisoners. This, combined with the not quite human nature of Kerrigan, had begun to nudge the blonde increasingly out of her comfort zone.

 

[darjeeling]

There was no denying that there was something desirable about this woman, this terran who had been so foolish to attempt something almost impossible. It was the boldness, or the fire that burned still and spoke of defiance and the presence of an iron will and it was exactly for that reason that Kerrigan wished to, at the very least, dim the flames. The Queen of Blades never eschewed the notion that she was a vengeful creature. In fact, her decisions now had foundations built atop the very idea of vengeance. So there was absolutely no denying that more than a part of her wished to take this opportunity to slake her thirst for more than her twisted retribution.

"I'd hope so," was Kerrigan's simple response; having no intention of being coy or shy about her motives, and indeed found the thought of it somewhat of a bore, she continued to rip a jagged stripe right through the fabric around the woman's shoulder blade. Dragging her claws down Nova's ribs and relishing the familiar feel of bones in their familiar places, Kerrigan once more took in the other's scent with no amount of hesitation. Her voice was still a warm delicacy as she brought her other hand down against the blonde's hip. "If there's one thing I don't miss, it's how pliant we are - were." Kerrigan shifted so that she was now eye level with her prisoner, her razor tipped digits picking away at the usually sturdy material around the woman's waist with ease. "It would be such a shame if you broke so quickly."

The strange yet telling tendril curled itself around Nova's leg, the very tip of it barely brushing the woman's thigh, sliding and nuzzling itself against the blonde's inner thigh though it never dared to venture too close - perhaps tortuously so. With the woman's wrists locked high above their heads, Nova's feet could only barely touch the ground, held in place for Kerrigan to drink in any expression that might come to pass. However, whilst the Queen of Blades enjoyed such games of subtlety from time to time, that time was not now. "This," she said as she ripped away the now loose material, "is an annoyance."

Creating a messy, narrow gap in the fabric between top and bottom, it made the suit look like a crude two piece and without another word, Kerrigan's claws, having finished their task, dragged their way across the other's waist before gripping the woman's hips with both hands and drew Nova closer, crushing their breasts together despite the threat of the sharp carapace lining the Swarm Queen's sternum. Her knee pressed between Nova's legs, pushing them apart as the tendril continued its teasing ministrations.

The corners of her mouth curled into a crude smirk before Kerrigan darted forward that meager distance to capture Nova's lips into a crushing kiss. She licked, nibbled and pulled at the blonde's lower lip roughly, throwing away all possibility of being gentle as her claws too dug into the woman's hip bones. Her tongue probed and pushed, much like the zerg were wont to do, laying claim to the Ghost as she all but forced her captive into a sloppy lip lock.​

 

[Venus5]

The level of closeness being displayed on Kerrigan’s part was making the Ghost feel quite a bit uneasy as she felt the other woman’s hand rest upon her hip while the other continued to cut through her uniform. Nova found herself questioning if this were a simple case of playing mind games with the enemy or if it were something more with the Zerg infested female. She tended to believe the former, as her steely gaze waivered ever so slightly when the tendril curled itself around her leg; those teasing motions along the agents inner thighs causing her lower body to squirm slightly in place. The enemy was toying with her. She simply needed to not give them the satisfaction of bending to whatever games they may play until she’s able to escape.

Or rather, that was what Nova tended to believe, as the blonde flinched only a touch at the sudden ripping away of that now loosened material. Exposed as she was while trapped within the enemy lines, the Ghost bit her lower lip to stifle a cry of surprise when Kerrigan pulled her closer. The sharp carapace could be felt along her exposed sections as her firm breasts were mashed together with the Queen of Blades; her legs struggling in vein to keep from being pushed apart as the tendril continued its attention.

The blonde’s warm breath could be felt along Kerrigan’s skin as she shot a surprised glare at the other woman before noticing that crude, almost telling smirk, which caused Nova’s eyes to widen briefly as she found herself claimed in an unexpectedly forceful embrace. Her limbs immediately began to pull and flail within their binds as she tried to achieve a way of pulling away of the ‘assault’, only to find these efforts to be as futile as ever. She tried to push away Kerrigan’s tongue as she felt the other woman probe her mouth, but these attempts were equally futile, and only served in inadvertently returning the sloppy embrace to an extent.

“Mmmph!!!” She let out against her captor’s mouth as she felt that tongue working itself around inside of her mouth and along her own tongue during its attempts at pushing away the moist, slippery invader. The blonde had never been with another female, nor had she given it much thought. But regardless of how she may feel on the subject of her sexuality, she certainly never wished for her first kiss by another woman to be taken by the swarm’s Queen. She was being embraced intimately by the person responsible for the death of Arcturus Mengsk. This alone was enough to keep Nova struggling until, with some effort, she managed to wriggle her head away enough to pull free of the messy liplock.

“What game are you playing at?!” The blonde let out with an angry, if flustered flare to her features as she gave another struggled pull at her unyielding bindings. Breathing heavily now, the Ghost could still taste Kerrigan on her lips and in her mouth, as she tried to crane her head back in a vain attempt at avoiding another embrace. Any further words were difficult to get out between the feel of those claws digging into her hips and their chests remaining mashed together, while that insufferable tendrils increasingly bold exploration only added to the continued violations as Nova tried to question, “Why would you… why would you even… ngh…”

 

[darjeeling]

Kerrigan did not pursue the woman as she was finally able to remove herself from the Queen's ravishing. Her lips shone with moisture, a sharp claw reaching up to swipe away a strand of saliva sliding down her chin. One hand moved away from where it was stationed, leaving only the other to grasp and hold Nova's hips in place. She cupped the terran female's cheek, a finger curling beneath her jaw and her thumb stroking her lower lip almost tenderly, gauging Nova's flustered expression with amusement. She considered another surprise attack but was halted as the blonde retaliated with her own flabbergasted inquiries.

"Did you think I would give you a quick death?" The Queen of Blades spoke as she dragged her dagger-sharp nails down the woman's thigh. "That's more than you deserve." Lines of pale crimson followed the sound of fabric tearing - Kerrigan was careful not to fatally wound her prey, not after what she'd just promised. Torture was not part of her regime and rarely did they keep prisoners on the leviathan. But all these thoughts had been done and dusted and her mind was made up. Whether or not Nova shunned her advances was of no interest to her. She was weaponless, armor-less and helpless.

Wasting not a single breath with another word, Kerrigan grasped the woman's chin again, this time dragging it to the side and tilting it upwards to give her teeth easy access to the other's smooth neck. Her canines scraped along the blonde's jugular vein lightly, relishing quickening and uneven pulse, before closing her lips around a patch of heated skin and biting against it, bringing her blood to the surface in a tell-tale bruise. It was not a typical Zerg's way of marking their property, but Kerrigan preferred that Nova be properly prepared for that; generic stimulation was the easiest way for now. Her wings clacked, bumping against each other as the Queen of Blades kissed and bit a vicious path of reddening patches down the woman's warm neck.

Her claws swept away the tattered odds and ends that remained of the suit, displaying the bare curve of a collar bone for her to nip at. She purred against the bite, glancing up at the blonde's face to perhaps catch a glimpse of her reactions as she pulled apart the remains of the suit down to hang loosely like an unbuttoned shirt. Greeted with nothing but a bare bosom, Kerrigan merely smirked as she laid a rough kiss along the tops of Nova's upper breasts. She ran her cool, calloused hands down the sides of her prey's hypersensitive body, her nails striking a glissando down her ribs in perfect symmetry; her tongue painted a damp trail straight down between Nova's breasts, and curving the crevice where they draped over her ribcage.

All the while the snake-like tendril, having already wound itself tightly around one of Nova's thighs, was beginning to rub the very tip of it against the apex between her legs. The motions were light at best and agonizingly slow as Kerrigan's knee kept her lower limbs parted and even sought to create an easier entry point with no means of fighting back the sensations.​

 

[Venus5]

She bit her lower lip to stifle the initial yelp of surprise at the painful dragging of dagger-sharp nails down her thighs. This was a little more along the lines of what Nova had come to expect if she were to fall into enemy hands, yet even then she felt a sense of growing unease as her uniform was further ripped away. The scratches and cuts to her skin were of little immediate concern compared to what Kerrigan had in mind next as she forced the blonde’s head upward before going to work over that vulnerable flesh with her mouth.

A sharp breath was caught in her throat when the other woman’s teeth brushed along her jugular, only to resume squirming ever so slightly beneath the harsh, yet shamefully not entirely unpleasant attention paid to her neck as Kerrigan's mouth went about marking path along the Ghosts’ pale flesh. She almost wished the Queen of Blades had sunk her teeth into her throat for a quick end to this sick game, as Nova felt that rough, intimate trail beginning to inch its way lower down her neck. With further portions of her uniform ripped away, the soldiers full, firm breasts were on full display. She had rarely felt so exposed in her life, as the attention to her collar bone earned Kerrigan an escaped whimper of something between pleasure and pain, before the blonde tried to turn her face away of her captors gaze as she furrowed a brow in frustration at her own momentary weakness.

Her head remained turned away for a spell, as Kerrigan started to shower her rough attention over the heaving breasts of the captured Ghost. The twin mounds would rise and fall slowly with every breath that was taken, while the blonde dared to turn her head and glance down at the unlikely sight of the Queen exploring over her breasts while those harsh hands earned another sharp gasp from the way they glided down her ribs. “You witch…” She let out with an almost hissed voice as her back arched without her intention in response to the attention forced upon her; the woman shaking her blonde head briefly while threatening, “You sick, demented creature. You had better kill me when you’re done, or else I’ll… I’ll…”

Nova’s words were caught in her throat as the tendrils continued attentions caused her to suddenly bite her lower lip to the point of nearly drawing blood; the drastic measure barely managing to contain an unwanted whimper from the woman as that cursed appendage started to brush along her in just the right ways. “Damn it…” She let out under her breath as her head lulled back for a moment and her body gave a sharp buckle in place despite herself. The Ghost may have been fairly adamant in how disgusted she was over this treatment, but her body was giving another story, as she felt herself growing moist where the tendril teased and her exposed nipples hardened into firm, sensitive little peaks upon her breasts.

 

[darjeeling]

The terran's flesh was supple against her mouth, as fragile as any other woman. Nova gave way easily to Kerrigan's sharp teeth that sought to blemish the smooth expanse of her skin with every mark possible; indent-ringed red splotches and ovals of burst blood vessels coaxed upwards. Not that any creature on this ship would know their significance, Kerrigan would and really, no-one else mattered. It was rough and territorial, exactly as the zerg were wont to do. She dragged her canines downwards without stopping.

The claws resting against Nova's ribs did not sit idle. They prickled and pressed against the pliant flesh, riddling the toned surface of her stomach with little nicks and stinging scratches. Those would not last. Admittedly, the Queen of Blades had an entirely unhealthy fascination with Nova's abdominals. They played at strength and lithe flexibility yet the woman was being entirely undone by Kerrigan's ministrations. She smirked against the heat of her prey's breast as she felt Nova's stomach pushed up against her palms.

"Not a moment before, hm?" Kerrigan chuckled, a low purr rumbling away at her throat. It sounded to her like Nova had resigned herself to her fate, though obviously without a fight nor did she show any signs of halting her useless struggles. The Swarm Queen only laughed as her captive was interrupted in the middle of her empty threats. She shook her head, the purple hues of her eyes glowering as she captured a turgid nipple betwixt her lips; she played nice for the moment, scraping just the edges of her teeth against that hypersensitive tip before wrapping her dextrous tongue around it.

But the faux cordiality didn't last long. Her hands roamed upwards in sync before one strayed away to grasp the small of Nova's back and the other palming the blonde's unattended perky breast. Her thumb and index grasped at the peak, tugging and rolling the pebbled surface between the pads of her digits. She alternated between tweaking and kneading the rest of her fingers into the fleshy mound, determined to tease out another wayward gasp or even a groan of defeated pleasure. Perhaps she'd make the terran work for it and with that wicked thought in mind, Kerrigan willed the tendril to draw out its slipping and sliding between Nova's thighs, the bulbous head rubbing every which way, using the intact fabric to stimulate what was beneath.

"Why don't you finish what you were about to say?" Kerrigan encouraged between her suckling and nipping. "What if I don't kill you?" Her own loins were beginning to burn and soon the Queen was grinning salaciously against the woman's breast. If nothing else, she'd see the look of either surprise, horror or a combination of both when her arousal came to fruition. "What if I keep you here, tied up like this for me to greet, like this," she gripped her claws painfully against Nova's back, pressing the terran into her, "every day?"​