Chapter 7 - Connections
*** Present Day, within the captured freighter ***
The gentle clinking of chains was accompanied by the occasional, low, soft groan of male pleasure and the sound of fumbling, turning pages. The hastily cobbled together lab within the freighter's many decks only had two occupants today and was otherwise extremely quiet, picked by Leech as her place of study for that exact reason; not even the hum of the ship's reactor could be heard here.
Sitting at a large make-shift desk that was covered in loose papers, reports and other discoveries, she leaned on her left elbow, resting her chin in her palm as she absorbed the details of the documents strewn about the desk, her face in deep concentration as her eyes scanned the pages.
Tracking these guys is a nightmare, their ship runs so lean that its emission trail is getting impossible to trace, it was fine in low traffic areas but now we've chased them to a moderately patrolled section of Nomad space and there's too much background radiation from the other ships. Its fucking great that Moltezz wants to hunt them down but we don't know where the hell they've gone now!
She sighed loudly, licking her right palm thoroughly and then returning it back to its original position, loosely clasped around the erect penis of the chained up timber wolf male, Venter, who hung next to her like a trophy. A soft jerking motion continued with her hand now more loosely lubed up with her jade green saliva, gliding back and forth with surprising grace considering her attention was completely elsewhere.
There were things in these documents that didn't make sense to her and with her old lab out of commission, she was further away from the answers than ever.
Does she know she can't be detected by machines? The only material that exhibits that property is Shadowmire... It even applies to the clothes she wears and things she carries on her! It should be impossible. I'm also 100% certain that Moltezz's psyonic potency increased when she was corru-
Venter let out a breathy moan causing Leech to spin her head and shoot him some daggers, ceasing her motion over his manhood and snapping his attention to her instantly.
"Venter. Do not make me regret having you here. I'm spinning some thoughts out and I need you to be absolutely silent."
She waited for him to make the mistake of verbally agreeing, but he appeared to be a little wiser than she thought and merely nodded from his restraints.
"Good pup. You can help me brainstorm later but I want silence now."
The room went deathly quiet and Leech resumed her thought session. Licking her fingers on the left to flick through paper easier and licking her right palm once more to add more slip to her dissociative hand-job. Once more, only the shuffling of paper and the gentle wet motion of her hand disturbed the muted lab.
Try as she might, she couldn't keep her thoughts on the notes in front of her, she huffed louder this time, squeezing the manhood in her hand and prompting a slight whimper from the wolf.
How could she just up and leave me like that? Did I really make her that unhappy? Why didn't she say? Why didn't she feel like she could say? I thought I had what I wanted but... Eh. I can have more. I will have more. Ambition is what we need, Moltezz gets that. I think Ink gets that too.
Her grip loosened slightly, causing Venter to relax a little, he looked like was doing his damnedest to keep something in.
Speaking of which- I have Ink now! She's hot as fuck! Loyal too! Moltezz is already recovering her strength and we're up about 18,000 more bodies than we were before, we're building momentum and I have every reason to feel confident, but I can't help but feel that having that fucking lizard as an enemy is going to be more trouble than its worth.
I can't figure out if I actually lik-
Her thoughts were disturbed when she felt a warm blob appear on her left hand, snapping out of her haze revealed several milky white, gooey blobs on her hand and over the table. She stared forward in disbelief and then slowly craned her head towards Venter, holding her hands out as if to ask him to explain what had just happened.
Before she verbally addressed him however, a digital clock caught her eye in the background, what she felt had been only a few seconds had been several minutes and her face softened.
"I was about to kick off at you for only lasting a couple minutes but that would be factually incorrect of me. But did you have to cum over the papers?"
"Y-you positioned me. Its not like I had much choice in the matter." Venter retorted with slight confidence.
"Ahh, a true enough statement. I will still need to punish you though. Doesn't seem fair, does it?"
"Not really but I won't challenge your authority."
"Don't worry, it'll be fun." Her words caused a bright red blush to shadow the man's face quite thoroughly.
She stood abruptly from the desk and grabbed his chains from above, unhooking him from the rigging and carrying him one handed like a proud fisherman with their catch of the day. Her urges were rising again and needed addressing, but as she went to leave the lab, something else grabbed her attention.
She paused in the middle of the floor, her eyes darting from one corner to the other, a deep frown creasing her brow.
"Leech...? Are you OK?"
"Oh now this... this is interesting."
*** Back on Barru X space station***
Having moved on from the adult wing, Diego and Seeth now found themselves alone on the observation deck. Spotless tiles under foot, empty benches and a huge curved glass wall that allowed the vast visage of space to be viewed directly were all that surrounded them and they both shared a mutual feeling of appreciation for it.
"Glad to be away from the crowds, I could feel their eyes on me all day." Seeth pulled at the clasps on her mask and removed it gently, placing it by her side as the two picked a bench to sit on and cuddled up together.
"Too right. How are you finding your urges at the moment?"
"Bearable." She smiled warmly at him, squeezing him close. "All thanks to you."
"Good, I'm glad! I meant to ask, how does it feel when they come on? Is it hard to resist?"
"I... I'm not sure I should say." Seeth sighed dramatically, staring out over the cosmic ocean in front of them, the stars glimmering against the void always made for a pretty, if humbling sight.
"Why not? How can I help you if I don't understand what you're dealing with?" Diego shuffled a little closer to her, enjoying the cooler temperature of her body.
"I have two issues with sharing it directly with you. One, I'm a little apprehensive about letting you in, in case you think I'm more of a monster than I already am... Two, I don't you to feel sorry for me and ruin our sex."
Diego broke the cuddle gently and guided her to look him in the eyes, squeezing her hands as he went to respond.
"I can understand that. Being uncomfortable revealing things about yourself in case you let a bit too much of your inner demons out and scare the other person off. I get it... I don't get the other bit about spoiling the sex, what do you mean?"
"I mean, If I tell you what it feels like, you might be inclined to make exceptions for me, to bang me because you're worried about my urges rather than because you want to. I don't want that. I don't want you to feel pressured into that because you're worried about me." She twisted away from him, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes but she stifled them back with a sharp breath.
"I see... look, Seeth... Part of this trust between us is trusting me to be able to speak up for myself and make my own decisions. You're not going to steamroll over my own wants and needs by just telling me your problems, especially after I asked you first! But I want to know what it's like in your shoes so I can understand what you're going through and so I know how to help you." He spoke in a calm tone, his face written with concern and care for her.
"A-are you sure? I'm just... I want to get this right, more than anything I've ever wanted before."
"100%. I'm asking you- you're not forcing anything upon me. And if you're not comfortable doing that, I understand and I'll wait until you are. But if you're just worried about twisting me up, don't be. And if I do feel different about it afterwards, that's on me, not you. I asked."
She nodded slowly, her shoulders relaxing visibly as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"I-it's a constant ache. Anytime I'm around someone who isn't corrupted, I get this feeling inside me, it's like a cross between hunger and an itch and it builds over time even if no one is around. You know when you have an itch somewhere on your skin? Have you ever tried to not scratch it for as long as you can, and it starts to drive you mad? Eventually it's all you can think about and you just battle with it, trying to resist it as long as you can... It feels like that but it's coating every organ I have, it's inside my bones, it's inside my veins, it's inside my brain. But the relief I get when it's sated, when I do get to couple with someone who isn't already corrupted... t-there's nothing like it. It's like every itch gets scratched at the same time in the most perfect way possible, every inch of my body sighs in relief when it happens. It's why I was surprised earlier when having some fun with you helped. I mean, I wanted more but it made the itch go away without needing to... I haven't experienced that before."
"That sounds agonising, Seeth. So you just being on this space station is a constant pressure on you? How long does relieving the itch make it go away for?"
"When we do it, it gives me around 6-12 hours of relief before it starts building again. It would be torture without you here. And not just because of the itch... "
