Some unknown time later Vrida was woken by a young Malur who craned over her and Sasha, her long tail curled beneath her for balance. Ara is her name, if Vrida remembers correctly. Her jaw pops with the pressure of a yawn she couldn't keep from escaping, and the skin around her lips stretches unnaturally, at least to Humans who might have looked on were she elsewhere. It seems as though Sasha took a lot more out of her than she thought previously. She chuckles too herself before looking back to Ara's perplexed face.
"Are you alright Missstresss?" She hisses. Her long, forked tongue and snake-like teeth caused the emphasis of any S sound in her words, but Vrida was long used to it and actually found it rather endearing, even if she'd never tell one of the Malur too their face. It wasn't very classy to point it out. Vrida nods and slowly uncoils her tail from the twists and turns it took about Sasha's body.
"Quite alright, my dear. Is there something you needed?" Vrida's eyes were hooded as she traced the fertile curves of Ara's body; Orange and a dull white colored scales adorned every inch of her body, though they were more akin to skin in areas such as her stomach, breasts, and the gap between her thighs before they merged into a snake-like tail that made up the rest of what would be her legs, were she not a Malur. Her head was similarly adorned with scales and they covered the flares of skin that could stretch to either side of her head with her emotions, though they tended to do so only when she was distressed or angry.
Around her eyes, lips, and nostrils the scales thinned into normal skin though a smattering went across the bridge of her nose in a semblance of freckles, which Vrida found adorable. The vertical slits of her pupils contracted and relaxed with her breathing, their green coloring almost glowing in the light of the throne room as she watched Vrida look her over. Her tongue flicked out as she waited, her body warming as Vrida's gaze caressed her long, supple neck, over her bare collarbones and down to her firm, perfectly shaped breasts. They weren't huge, but the hourglass shape of her waist and the width of her slim, yet powerful shoulders made them seem much larger at first glance.
Vrida blinked and left her impromptu inspection there and looked back into Ara's beautiful eyes. She blinked and dropped her gaze slightly out of respect for her queen.
"No, my lady. I jussst sssaw you lying there and wasss concerned." She murmured. Vrida smiled at Malur woman's sweetness. She picked up Sasha sleeping body as she returned to her feet. Ara's eyes narrowed at the view of the Human, her lips automatically stretching in a sneer. Vrida saw it, but knew it for what it was: jealousy. Ara, nor most of the Malur as a species, didn't truly hate Humans, but in her case anything to do with Vrida giving the girl attention displeased her. Her slitted eyes practically turned into pupil-less green orbs as she took in Sasha cum-bloated belly, but she said nothing, knowing it was not her place to judge her mistress.
Vrida smiles at Ara, despite the obvious distaste on her normally mirthful features, and turns towards her bedroom, hidden behind the massive throne.
"I appreciate your kindness, dearest Ara. Come with me a moment." Vrida's tone was not one of command, but Ara fell into pace beside Vrida as she strode away. Even with the deep slithers of Ara's tail, her mistress near outpaced her with her long steps and she could help but stare lustfully at the spring of her mistress' muscled legs as she walked. Her gaze drifted up to her arms, where she held the Human with nary a sign of straining at the extra weight. She knew that appearance gave no meaning to the true strength of her queen, and the power she could just barely feel emanating off Vrida made her crave the feeling of those arms around her scaled chest.
Though they had been together for many long centuries, she has never shared her mistress' bed, nor tasted of her doubtless potent seed, and from that fact stems her jealousy of all that had, even down too the lowly Lucor which were many leagues beneath her station. Her reverie was broken at the sound of her queen's bedchamber door opening before them. She paused outside and leaned against the frame of it, her clawed fingers gripping it tightly due to a sudden loss of strength in Ara's body. Had she the legs of a humanoid, her knees would be shaking.
This was the first time she had seen within her queen's private quarters, never-mind been so close; though they were close to one another, circumstance, and the distance between their stations coupled with the daily tasks of running Vrida's empire had kept her from being able to enter. She watches wide-eyed as her mistress lay the human on a secondary bed near her own. She knew that Vrida let no one lay with her there, for a reason known to none but the lady herself.
Ara looks around behind her at the sound of shuffling feet and stares down a Lucor that dared peek around the edge of the throne. It runs off as she glares and her nostrils flare in annoyance. The feeling of hands circling around her small waist and warm breath spilling over her ear made her gasp and she went to turn, but the voice spoke softly in her ear and she froze instantly.
