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The clean, well-lit corridors of Norn von Fueller’s Imperial Ritter-class Cruiser were filled with the familiar and rhythmical movement of the mind-controlled crew, on their way to various stations at their schedule’s behest. Silent aside from the sounds of their boots as they made their way to their stations without hesitation or the slightest pause. Slightly removed from the beaten path, in a lesser-used corridor, an ignored, single panel had gotten removed from the lower wall, leading into the dark recesses of the ship’s innards. Curled within; a single pale woman, knees tucked into her oversized, loose-fitting hood, eyes shut, a gentle, annoyed expression on her face as every few minutes the sounds of footsteps drew closer, echoing from the hole that led to the world the ordinary crew occupied.
“I just wanna get a nap… Nothin’ too special…”
Her soft, grumbling voice didn’t leave the small, private darkness she’d claimed as her own, but Hunter III’s peaceful night was made more difficult by the state the Antenora found itself in. After an encounter with some other ship, and their swift flight from Arbitrator II, the usual schedule was shifted to focus on repairing the damages to the ship to keep it from depressurizing, something that also meant throwing off her own cycles of lounging and eating. This was only one contributing factor to Hunter III’s bad mood, but it was the one she silently fumed in the most. The encounter with Arbitrator II and Samoylovych’s daily annoyances were more difficult to turn over in her head. So, she ignored them with remarkable success.
And then… a particularly loud pair of footsteps intruding on her entry corridor. This only served to shake Hunter III out of her half-hearted attempt at a nap, blearily opening her eyes as the beam of light leading to the rest of the ship dimmed- a familiar olive-skinned figure bent over, sticking her head in.
“Ah, so this is where the cutie chooses to lurk!”
Her voice, bright, loud, invading on Hunter III’s peace yet again.
“…Could y’try and be quieter? Everythin’ about ya’s so damn loud…”
She mustered as much anger as her apathetic tone could bring about, but the response only brought a grin to the hunched Yurii Annecy Samoylovych Darkestdays.
“Quite the compliment! I try my hardest to make a bright impression on any women who catch my eye. I simply wouldn’t like for you to be lonely, with everyone else onboard so busy- and so I found myself at the mercy of my desires to seek you out.”
“Mmphm…” Her peace well and truly disturbed, Hunter III shifted out of her curled pose to wriggle towards the woman, against her better judgement. Ignoring a proffered hand, the petite woman crawled free of her formerly private resting place and rose, not even bothering to lift her chin to look the bright, black-haired Loup in the eye…her eyes resting closer to chest level as she found her stomach growling.
“Did Norn put ya up to annoyin’ me? What’s she want from her starvin’ little Hunter III now? More omenseeing, to keep from sinkin’ to th’depths? Is she rewardin’ me yet?”
The smaller, white-haired woman wasn’t entirely sure what she would get rewarded for- but was more than prepared to get her hopes up, slight nub of a tail unnoticeably wagging beneath her only article of clothing.
“Oh, dear Hunter! I’m visiting you of my own will! I couldn’t get your enchanting face from my mind. I’d also be more than happy to personally reward you in whatever way you’d wish.”
Hunter III had begun to tune her out after hearing she wasn’t needed by Norn, shifting for a moment to crawl right back into her hole before realizing that wouldn’t discourage Samoylovych in the slightest.
“Meat. Raw meat. Lots and lots of it.”
“Alas, despite my greatest efforts of gaining the affections of the adorable quartermaster, she has been quite reticent to allow me extra portions without explicit permission from our Lord von Fueller.”
“Then just…leave me be. I’m tryin’ to get some sleep.”
“If that’s what you wish, I shall grant it- but I do truly wish to offer my bed, and my services, to you. It hurts my sensitive Loup heart to abandon a woman in need.”
Hunter III’s bored expression became more confused, tilting her head gently and finally meeting Samoylovych’s eyes, staring right back at the emerald eyes of the confident woman.
“Huh? Y’think I’m in need?”
Happy to have her dismissal delayed, Samoylovych leaned forward, an easygoing smile on her face and a gentle flick or two from her sharp, well-groomed furry ears.
“You’re oh-so stressed, tense all over, clearly in need of my affections! You need a warm, soft, comforting chest to lean on in such trying times, not just meat to stuff your gullet with!”
Sighing apathetically, Hunter III turned away but didn’t take another step. Most people in control of their senses and selves aboard the ship knew of her tastes, but this line send a gentle twitch down her back, drawing the petite woman back to the sobbing state she was reduced to before Arbitrator II, the feeling of cruel, dismissive claws easily slicing into her vulnerable face. She could feel her aura waver and twitch at the memories, the colors around her bleeding black swirling against a sickly yellow.
Samoylovych perked an eyebrow at the lack of the usual half-hearted responses, shifting closer, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of the inhuman girl, standing silent and close. After a moment, her presence- her warmth, her life, the feeling of that beating heart pressed against Hunter III’s back, the smaller girls loose, overly large hoodie not enough to distance them- helped free Hunter III from her unpleasant memories. Hunter III blinked, stomach growling yet again as she found herself wrapped in the warmth of the taller dog girl. Samoylovych was hugging her, not too tight, the back of Hunter III’s head pressed into her warm, soft chest as she slowly came to her senses enough to push her away.
“Sammy- what, huh? Lemme go.”
The Omenseer stumbled back before regaining her composure. She only received the Loup’s familiar lascivious smile for her troubles. An initial urge to push her away and return to someplace dark and silent faded…just a bit. She tuned out whatever nonsense Samoylovych was saying about the feeling of her shapely figure beneath her hood as she put her head in order, finally responding in the middle of the Loup’s sentence,
“Eating.”
“My adorable little Hunter, I already told you I- “
“No. B’fore. Y’mentioned eatin’ me. And me enjoyin’ it.”
There was a visible lack of understanding for a moment before the Loup’s eyes visibly lit up.
“Oh? You’re taking me up on my offer? I’d love to show you the ropes, get you out of that hood, really take a bite of you and savor it.”
Hunter III’s mouth started watering at the thought of savoring a bite of anything at all but managed to restrain herself to a slightly suspicious nod, keeping a straight face.
“Yeah, yeah, ‘s just to kill time. Don’t get too excited, Sammy.”
“Oh, please, call me Yurii~”
Within Yurii’s room, which Petra Chornyi Sunnysea had been ungraciously removed from for the evening (with characteristic cheer- it seemed she was used to the treatment), Hunter III glanced around as she was led inside by the cheery dog. The Loup had been rather handsy the entire trip, an arm wrapped around Hunter III’s shoulders, although she’d been a lot less willing to elucidate the curious sharklike girl as to the exact nature of the meal she’d promised.
“I promise you’ll enjoy yourself! You’re already dressed like some sort of nun, just have faith! I’ve introduced many a cutie to the joys of eating in bed. You’ll be drooling over memories of tonight far more than any meat.”
Samoylovych’s tone quieted as she leaned in closer to Hunter III, her free hand brushing the shorter woman’s long white hair, including the single lock of blue, behind her ear. Hunter III was able to feel the warm breath of the other woman, mere inches away from her lips. She often felt it was a hassle when Norn or Livia played with her hair, but something about Samoylovych’s undivided attention and aura made her less eager to grumble. After a few moments of silence, Samoylovych’s aura shifted, becoming heavier, Hunter III perfectly unmoving in the grasp of the taller woman as she was led backwards to the correct side of the room. Slowly allowing herself to be pushed against the wall, feeling Yurii’s lips press against her own without another word, the lights dimming as the Loup skillfully pressed her fingertips against the wall, activating a touchscreen panel with practiced ease.
Hunter III’s lips parted without resistance, blinking sluggishly as she felt the taller woman’s tongue press into her mouth. An oddly familiar heat began to fill her body, memories from a time before Hunter III, realization striking as she lifted her hands, pushing the eager dog away, not bothering to wipe away the strand of saliva connecting their lips.
“You wanna breed! You shoulda just fuckin’ said!”
Samoylovych stared in confusion for a moment, ears perked up, panting gently, clearly balancing between two sharply different moods…before breaking out into a hungry grin, chuckling as she leaned closer again.
“Ha! It’s more for pleasure than procreation, but I’m glad you’re not entirely unfamiliar…shall we continue?”
Hunter III’s usual apathy felt as though it was being pushed down by the growing heat in her body, her original hunger forgotten, some different, unfamiliar hunger pounding in her chest. The body and sense of self was different… but something deep in her felt like it had been touched, brimming with an overwhelming need to make itself known. With a blank, uncaring expression, she shifted forward, awkwardly pressing her lips back against the Loup’s. Samoylovych’s aura was rapidly overwhelmed with a rolling wave of green, her lust consuming even the usual band of black that characterized the Loup, her tail wagging energetically.
Samoylovych’s hands eagerly shifted down to the skinny girls thighs, fingertips brushing over the bare skin gently, adoringly, before tugging the loose hood up as the pair broke once more, stumbling towards the bed as Hunter III’s hood was thrown aside, revealing the hungry girls nude form- petite, bony, the inhumanly pale skin only interrupted by the intense scarring running over the inside of her wrists, short, pointed spikes running down her spine and a small, insignificant fleshy tail visible before she rolled onto her back. Small breasts and folds shamelessly exposed, arms splayed by her head. Her bright red eyes were staring up as Yurii stripped from her own uniform, exposing a more filled-out form for a moment before bending forwards, the handsome woman’s long hair brushed across Hunter III’s chest, kicking her form-fitting bodysuit away while crawling atop the waiting woman.
“Ever since you were present at my arrival, I’ve been fantasizing of eating you up…”
Samoylovych was talking in a husky, trailing voice, her warm, toned body pressing against Hunter III’s, beginning to leave rough, hungering kisses against the girl’s neck, finishing off her attention with a needy, harsh bite, teeth digging in, tearing, drawing red, before slowly trailing down, teeth pressing into soft, smooth skin as she paused again at Hunter III’s breasts, sharpen canines filling her mouth with the taste of iron, shining green eyes glancing up. Hunter III was staring down at her, completely silent, an overwhelming rush of desires crowding her mind.
It nearly felt like the sensation of eating a fruit from a Garden of Marrow, her body filled with a desire to change and overwhelm and consume. She was certain if she had more brainpower she would create some leviform meant to ease all of the needs she was suddenly made aware of, ruining Samoylovych entirely on instinct, with plenty of teeth and limbs and tentacles…but her current lack of meat left her feeling rather lost at how to act on her ever growing lust. So, she licked her lips, an awkward, toothy grin growing on her face, and remained silent.
Samoylovych returned to scraping her teeth against Hunter III’s chest, pinching a firm nipple between them. Hunter III stiffened from a variety of intense sensations, feeling Yurii’s exploring hands running over her bony hips, ever so gently pressing a fingertip between the increasingly reactive Hunter’s thighs. A single groan, silenced after a moment, only encouraging Samoylovych to bite harder, to dig her nails into skin, to enter the woman.
“Sammy-”
Hunter III reaches an arm out, gripping a handful of the Loup’s hair, breath hitching as her hips involuntarily twitch with each teasing flick and touch between her thighs from Samoylovych’s eager fingers. Staring down at her own body, marked by teeth, lipstick, and blood all intermingling down her chest, Hunter III feels something new blooming in her apathetic heart. After drawing blood from the nipple between her lips, Yurii lifts her head, licking a bit of blood from the corner of her lips and giving Hunter III a wink.
“Now, I did say I’d eat you, and that you’d enjoy it, so I’ll fulfill your every craving. Just lay back and be good.”
Lifting her fingers, stained by Hunter III’s growing eagerness, and shifting her head further down and out of Hunter III’s loose grip, tongue and lips pressing gentler, teasing touches to the unmoving girls exposed, pale stomach. Hunter III found herself able to openly stare, frowning in curiosity as Samoylovych’s head pressed between her thighs, feeling locks of soft hair and stiff ears brushing gently against her sensitive skin as Yurii’s arms wrapped around her hips- the Loup wincing gently as the back of her hand scratched against one of Hunter III’s spines while getting into position- before parting Hunter III’s legs further, and ever so gently pressing her lips between them.
“Mphm…!”
Hunter III lets out her most audible reaction yet, hips moving in short, tense motions into the Loup’s every touch, a heat visible on her pale, staring face as the sensation of Samoylovych’s tongue entering her overwhelms whatever thoughts she’d been turning over in her head. Her thighs squeeze tighter around Samoylovych’s head, hands clawing at the bed, head and heart pounding as she groans out. The dog girls tongue pressing into her, exploring her, tasting her, Hunter III’s entire body burning up with a desire to change, momentarily sharpened black claws splitting free of her fingertips, tearing into the bedding.
The reaction didn’t last long, Hunter III losing her focus as the woman’s tongue pressed against her most sensitive places, fingertips reuniting as her claws dissolved away once more. Her head was pounding, heat in her cheeks and mind making the constant flow of colors around her overwhelmingly visible, any intent leaving her as another moan forced itself out, feeling Samoylovych’s nails drawing new blood as her body stiffened in pleasure, losing herself, unmoving for a few pregnant moments before slowly slumping back down, the very satisfied-looking Loup slowly sitting up and looking down at the sweaty form of the inhuman girl with sparkling eyes, licking her lips.
“Enjoy yourself? You’re even cuter when you cum.”
Hunter III panted silently for a few moments, red eyes refocusing and staring up at her, body pounding with new desires and needs…not entirely sated. Without a second thought, Hunter III pulled herself up, surprising Samoylovych as the smaller girl easily gripped Samoylovych’s shoulders and pushed her down, the pair tumbling from the bed, splayed on the floor with Hunter III panting over Yurii’s body. The Loup was momentarily stunned, but a toothy grin quickly grew on her face as Hunter III brought her lips close.
“Ah…? I’m overjoyed your lovely chest holds an honorable heart, returning the favor s-”
Hunter III interrupted her with a hungry, rough kiss, her own tongue forcing itself into Samoylovych’s mouth without any hesitation. Her entire body burning with a need to change, for satisfaction, for more, her new overflowing arousal manifesting in her tongue growing, pressing deeper, invading Samoylovych’s throat, exploring while clawed fingertips sliced into her hips. The kiss momentarily satisfying her, Hunter III drew back, their lips parting with a harsh bite to the Loup’s lower lip, the taste of blood further whetting Hunter III’s new hunger.
“Ah…Quick study, huh? I bet your teacher’s-haah, hot.”
Not dignifying Samoylovych’s gasping breath with a response, Hunter III continued to mimic Yurii’s earlier path down her body: far more hungrily digging her teeth deep into the Loup’s neck, tearing skin, mouth filling with bright red blood, drawing further gasps from the now-submissive dog. Even in this state, with a deep, overwhelming urge to utterly satisfy her desires, a piece of Hunter III’s mind understood humans didn’t grow back in the same way she did, ever so slightly restraining herself from rending as much as she’d like, breaking away to continue her trail, sharp teeth dragging down Samoylovych’s chest. A set of five red lines marked where she’d been, welling up blood lapped away by her hungry, eager tongue.
“Y’re blood tastes…sooooo sweet…”
Hunter III moaned out again, speaking for the first time in minutes as she caught her breath, glancing down to notice Yurii’s hips scored with their own dripping lines of blood, her hands stained red from their efforts. Her playful attitude only grew, smirking to herself as she brought her fingertips to her own chest, claws retracting, smearing them through her own blood-filled bitemarks before pressing her index and middle fingers to Yurii’s lips.
“Why don’t y’give it a taste? I don’t usually wanna share meals, so savor it.”
Samoylovych was gasping for breath, happy for a moment of rest from being consumed by the insatiable woman, her tongue weakly pressing against Hunter III’s fingertip, tasting their mixed blood, letting out a soft whimper as a fingertip split in two, a black, warm claw digging into Samoylovych’s lolling tongue.
“Y’know, that’s a pretty good face…I could get used to this…”
Hunter III giggled, shifting down to give a more gentle bite to Yurii’s nipple, drawing another gasping moan as her hands drifted back to the woman’s thighs, eager to continue her journey downwards. Not giving Samoylovych the same kindness that was given to her, letting her teeth once more shamelessly drag down her toned stomach, pausing once to draw her tongue back up her stomach. Samoylovych’s hands shakily reached up, gripping Hunter III’s hair as the inhuman girl positioned herself between the woman’s thighs- the unexpected strength of the shorter woman allowing her to easily lift Yurii’s hips from the floor, remaining kneeling as the Loup instinctively wrapped her legs needily around Hunter III’s neck, her blood no longer pooling, beginning to flow down her stomach and chest, her tail weakly twitching and wagging all the while.
Hunter III was rewarded with much more to grab onto and sink into than the Loup had, toned and pleasantly plump thighs squeezing around Hunter III’s cheeks, filling her head with even more warmth, unable to resist a few hungering bites into the unbroken skin so willingly given, leaving even more marks as Yurii groaned out. Her thighs pressed tighter as Hunter III’s relentless tongue lapped at the wounds she’d caused, the pointed tips momentary flicking contact with Samoylovych’s own folds. Bringing a far louder whimpered gasp to leave Yurii’s lips, the taste and pleasurable sound it had brought about drawing the Omenseer’s attention away from sucking Yurii’s blood from her wounds.
Without any of the restraint or finesse Samoylovych had treated her to, Hunter III’s own tongue pressed itself eagerly within the Loup at her mercy, red eyes glancing upwards, admiring the sight of Yurii’s aura quaking and rolling from her rough exploration. A psionic warmth filled Hunter III’s eyes, tongue instinctually flicking against places that would upset Yurii’s aura the most, her eyes glowing with omenseeing power, offhandedly wondering if Norn would be mad about her using her abilities meant to guide the ship safely to make this girl cum. Yurii was a gasping mess at her fingertips, blood smeared over her body, which was marred by a number of deep, harsh bites, the taste of her filling Hunter III's mouth in two different ways. The Loup shuddered from pain and pleasure, writhing weakly in the unkind and unmoving hands of the Omenseer.
Samoylovych was gasping out, hips shaking and bucking as much as they could in Hunter III’s solid grip, fingers clawing at the floor, moaning out as she felt herself be brought rapidly to orgasm, hips shaking gently as Hunter III’s tongue kept pressing deeper, rolling and touching her in utterly unfamiliar ways, a second following soon after. Yurii slumped back, limp legs held up by the shorter woman, panting, her emerald eyes unfocused. It took another few moments for Hunter III’s tongue to slowly start to free itself from Samoylovych, lolling out as she glanced over her handiwork again, an awkward, bloody smile on her face.
Hunter III’s red eyes slowly let the glow fade from them, unceremoniously dropping Samoylovych’s hips to the ground and slumping over her, their blood smearing and mixing against their sweaty, gasping bodies as they both shuddered, catching their breath. For this small moment, none of Hunter III’s eternally present hungers felt meaningful, merely distance problems to be addressed eventually. After a few extended seconds of this, Hunter III sat up, licked her lips clean, and yawned.
“Gonna use y'r bed. Don’t wake m’up unless Norn’s yellin’.”
She stood without another word, flopping into the bed and shamelessly wrapping all the covers around herself, almost immediately starting to snore as blood began to stain the blankets. Samoylovych weakly propped herself up on her elbows, looking at her own chewed up, bloodstained body, still struggling to come down from the waves of pleasure. Her eyes drifted to Hunter III’s bony hips and ass, exposed from a tear the eager creature had created in the material, wounds already visibly closing. A gentle smile slowly grew on Yurii’s face as she slumped back to the ground, sighing and closing her eyes.
“…I gotta invest in a damn muzzle for her.”
