"You must tell me about this new man of yours, Seeth! Word is spreading like wild-fire throughout the dungeon, all my Marks and Nodes are talking about him! We've heard the two of you deep into the night, and it sounds most passionate!"
A fierce red alien swept into the room, dressed in a black armoured corset with crimson detailing and a long, trailing black cape, carried by several of the monotone figures behind her. She was tall, thick, muscular and, most importantly, curvaceous, just like her consociates.
Seeth sighed quietly. "Good morning to you, Moltezz."
Moltezz's skin was an intimidating, smouldering ruby, with ashen-coloured carapace dotted around her body, often weaved into tight interlocking patterns. She carried herself with an undefiable confidence, as if the world was hers and hers alone. Her fiery dreadlocks started a bright cherry red at the roots, but faded into warm, crackling honey at its tips. The carapace on her shoulders and upon her head were both tipped with pointed amber crystals, perfectly embedded like crowning jewels. Her most noticeable feature though were her eyes. Her flaming amber irises and black pupils were surrounded by brilliant white halos. She had a brilliantly intense stare, as if a pair of molten black holes were locking on to you, fancying you for their next feast. She sat down at the head of the table, directly between Seeth and Leech, her fingers plucking at her chin playfully as she decided on what she wanted to eat.
The three Controllers were sat around a long rectangular table in the dungeon's mess hall. The old brutalist architecture of its previous life now covered up and adorned with hanging tapestries and lanterns, giving the room a more dungeon-like aesthetic with its tall ceiling and solid brickwork. The solid steel 'I' beams lining the ceiling made for perfect shelves for candles and colourful, decorated bottles, used purely for their aesthetics. A brief frown appeared on Moltezz's face as she noticed most of the candles above them were unlit, but all it took was a brief wave of her hand, and the wicks flickered to life instantly.
A slew of monotone figures scurried about the room, placing plates of meats, breads and various fruits and vegetables onto the table, before quickly departing without a word. In the blink of an eye, the once empty table was now laden with a feast, including a thick, silver goblet of sweet smelling fluid placed right at Moltezz's side.
Moltezz grinned around her goblet as she watched Seeth closely, deeply intrigued by her new plaything. Across the table, however, the toxic-green alien from days prior sat with a scowl. Leech glared at Seeth, who calmly stared back, her eyes only glancing away to look down at her meal. She was piling various foods onto a side plate too, very slowly, very deliberately; she couldn't help but revel only slightly in the satisfaction of watching her friend get more and more triggered, with every piece of food added to the plate.
"Something bothering you, Leech?" Seeth asked calmly.
Rather than reply to her, Leech instead snapped her focus to Moltezz.
"I wouldn't bother wasting your breath. She's not saying a word." Leech sneered, then instantly snapped her gaze back to Seeth. "Three days you've been locked up in your quarters with him! It's nothing short of a miracle you've decided to make an appearance today! And you won't even spill a word as to why. You won't even offer me a go on your toy - I thought we were closer than that." She laughed, dryly, without smiling, and her eyes narrowed even further.
"You have plenty of toys to play with already, Leech; the only reason you want mine is because you can't have him." Seeth sassed back, then shifted awkwardly in her seat to address Moltezz. "He's... wonderful, Moltezz."
"...That's it?" Although Moltezz was warmer in her approach, it was obvious that both of the Controllers weren't satisfied with Seeth's lack of details. "Seeth, you know I need more than that! Why all the secrecy?" She gracefully raised her arm and propped her chin against the back of her hand, her brilliant eyes staring right into Seeth's soul as an almost flirtatious smile creased the corners of her smokey lips. "None of our Marks have managed to keep you entertained for more than an hour." She was teasing desperately for more information. "We've got dozens of them who are falling over themselves just to spend five minutes with you, desperate to see you! Suddenly, this one man turns up and you lock yourself away with him for three days, and you expect 'he's wonderful' to suffice? Come on, now!" Moltezz clicked her fingers on her other hand, and one of her servants came running up obediently, and started to refill her glass. "I assume from all the noise you've been making that he can keep up with you?"
"Ever the detective, Moltezz." Or, should I say, nosey bitch? Seeth sighed, leaning on her arm and placing more meat onto her side plate, which Leech was now watching closely. "Yes. He was able to stay awake for much longer than anyone else I've been with."
"I hear he was armed with a giant sword on arrival... he must be rather fit to use such a weapon - Oh I wish I'd gone out with the two of you now! It's just been so boring recently, with hardly anyone left to hunt..." Moltezz paused for a moment. Her tongue flickered out delicately from between her lips, detecting a slight sweet smell in the air. "That's... That's very pleasant..." Her eyes widened and she grinned at Seeth. "Is that his aroma? How absolutely delicious! I have to see him, I absolutely insist upon it."
Oh of course, you have endless playthings of your own in your prison, and now you want mine too?! Seeth stood abruptly from the table; she was absolutely sure she'd washed herself down but apparently, she still smelled of Diego.
"Maybe... Whatever, Moltezz. Look, I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later about it..." She huffed, grabbing the plate of food and quickly heading out the room. Moltezz clicked her fingers again and a squad of figures marched into the room, pulling her chair back and allowing her to stand.
"Please do get back to me soon. Perhaps your new plaything can entertain us both together." She cackled, stretching her limbs out.
"Get in line, Moltezz." Leech growled, scraping her chair back and following Seeth out of the room.
The dungeon in which they resided had been built from the remains of a partially completed nuclear bunker, the majority of which had been situated deep underground. As Leech followed down the corridor, her eyes scanned over the multiple connecting rooms, with more monochrome figures inside. They were completing manual labour tasks and building work. They shuffled under her passing gaze as they finished the reconstruction of a stone wall, hung lanterns from the ceiling and set up rugged pipe networks for sewerage, ever-expanding the dungeon.
Seeth had quickly made her way back to her private chamber, and was already pulling a key from her corset and sliding it into the heavy metal door. She had pulled it open just slightly, when she heard Leech calling out to her.
"Seeth! Hey! Wait, stop a second!"
Seeth sighed in frustration, but stopped. She quickly slipped the plate of food inside her room, then pulled the door to. She turned around and stood in front of the door, arms folded as Leech caught up to her.
"If you're just going to snap and have a go at me, I'm not interested, Leech."
"No! No, I'm not... ugh." Leech placed her fingers against her forehead and rubbed her eyebrows. She's here, you've finally got her, right in front of you, just say something! Use your fucking words! "I... um... I'm worried... about you?"
Seeth raised an eyebrow. "That a statement or a question?"
"Seeth! I'm trying here, okay?!" Leech snapped, then quickly took a deep breath, and calmed back down. She stared at the floor, her feet fidgeting under Seeth's gaze. Seeth glanced inside her chambers, then back at Leech, and her face softened. Leech's attitude from the dining hall had gone. She unfolded her arms and placed a hand on Leech's shoulder.
"Why are you worried about me, Leech?"
"I mean... Moltezz wasn't wrong, Seeth! This... you've changed since this guy turned up. You've barely said a word to me in the last three days. I've hardly seen you, and when we are together, at least one of us is acting like a complete asshole." Leech gingerly raised her hand, and placed it on top of Seeth's. "I'm asking you, as your friend, to please come and talk to me? Just for half an hour! You don't have to tell me shit about your new boy-toy, we don't have to talk about sex o-or... any of this. I just want to talk to you, alright?"
A small smile twitched at the corner of Seeth's lips. "Okay. I'm sorry, you're right, I probably have been a little too..."
"Absolutely obsessed?" Leech suggested, grinning as she wrapped her arm around Seeth's shoulder, leading her away from her chamber.
"I was going to say preoccupied, but yeah, that works too." Seeth smiled back.
"I mean, I can only blame myself really. You've always been like this when it comes to guys, and I should definitely be used to it by now." Leech teased.
"I thought you weren't going to be an asshole!" Seeth playfully shoved Leech away and took off down the corridor.
"I'm not being an asshole if it's the truth!" Leech shouted as she ran after her. The sounds of their heavy footsteps fading away as they made their way towards the lounge...
Unbeknown to Seeth, she'd left her chamber door unlocked. And inside her chamber laid Diego, completely oblivious to the conversation that had taken place just outside. He was snoring quietly on the bed, his lover's slime still coating parts of his naked body. Despite the noise, he was sound asleep, which was to be expected really, considering this was the first time in three days he'd been given the opportunity to rest. He hadn't even realised it had been so long. If he wasn't napping, he was eating, showering or fucking (if not all three at once!) The last seventy-two hours had been an incredible but an exhausting blur, and now he had crashed hard, in desperate need of a proper night's sleep.
Unbeknown to him, the denizens of the dungeon had been gossiping furiously about him and Seeth; their three-day session had not gone unnoticed, and there was a lot of curiosity floating around...
...If not a little animosity.
A figure gently pushed the door ajar following Seeth and Leech's exit, and was staring at him through the crack in the door. She was an alien creature like the others, only her skin was a bright royal blue. She also looked rather scared; her eyes were wide and her body was shaking slightly. She wasn't dressed in a corset like the others, either, instead she was covered in large, unflattering rags. She didn't go inside the room, instead her two beautiful blue orbs stared at him intently from the doorway as he slept. The way his chest rose and fell as he slept, the dark colour of his skin and hair, and his smell... She blinked and the longing expression in her eyes changed. She shook her head sadly and went to leave.
Moments later however her expression changed again; her eyes narrowed, forming hunter-like slits and her mouth opened wide into a pointy grin as she transformed from a shy, cautious creature, into a ravenous, predatory one. She turned on the spot, pulled the door open and crept silently across to the bed. A snaking tongue slowly slithered out from her leering maw as she towered over his sleeping body.
She stood over him, inches away from his peaceful face, her tongue tracing his outline as neon-blue saliva dripped over his shoulders. She roughly rolled him onto his front, leaped up onto the bed and stared down at his naked body.
