Sonera took a deep breath, leaning against her partner as her mind returned to the basement. She didn't have many opportunities to express her vulnerability and felt a bit ashamed at using Lila's offer as a chance to let loose. Lunae cut off that mindset quickly, however, giving Sonera a stern look in the process.
"I'm here for you." Lunae frowned. "You don't always have to hold me up."
"It's never felt right. Even with Three. I feel like deadweight." Sonera sighed. "But still I yearn for it."
Lunae lifted Sonera's chin with her finger. Her eyes still exuded that same feral determination as before. And for a moment, she nearly forgot the danger revealed to her mere moments ago.
"It didn't feel right falling for you at first, either. I was just so scared and confused. Maybe, what we think we don't want is what we really need."
"I miss him." Sonera sniffled.
"And I know I can never replace him." Lunae smiled with concern. "But I can help you heal."
Sonera shook her head dismissively. It felt pathetic asking for so much. The unfairness of dependence always set her off, even back when she would silently beg Three to embrace her.
But she needed it nonetheless.
Someone to lean on.
"We should be having fun." Sonera clenched her fist. "Lila invited us."
Lunae smiled sheepishly. "Who's to say we still can't?"
Gliding her hands across the sea of clothing in front of her, the girl curled her lips. She had an idea.
"Why don't we dress you up. Have some fun."
"Hm?" Sonera blushed, allowing a bit of fraility to slip past her cold face.
A writhing tail crept up Sonera's leg, stopping just before her upper thighs as it wrapped around her flesh with a tight squeeze. The rest of Lunae's body searched thoroughly for an outfit of her choosing, licking her lips with anticipation. A feeling of disgust mixed with anticipation flowed through Sonera's skinny body as she grew a bit queasy.
She knew what the tail wanted from her.
"How about this?" Lunae gasped with delight, pulling out a white nightgown with an open front, resembling a thin drape more than a proper dress. "It would fit you."
Sonera shook her head, helpless to refuse as Lunae began to unbutton her vest. She had become practically a mute, using little whimpers and glances to convey her emotions. But as the ever-lengthening tail of her partner wrapped around her arms, the assasin couldn't resist biting her lip.
Lunae wasn't suprised to find that the assassin hadn't bothered to wear a bra once again, a practice she previously beleived was mandatory for human females. Then again, Sonera was tougher than most, and most certainly flatter. Something about Sonera's tiny breasts, having seen them before in the crimson forest, came off as irresistibly erotic to the alien princess.
Take her.
It took all Lunae had and more not to bite the tips of Sonera's chest. That would be for later. Luckily, Yrix's storage was in mint condition, which made dressing Sonera rather easy.
The assasin squirmed, shutting one eye as her skirt and undergarments slid off her legs. She stood there naked and shivering, staring at Lunae with pleading eyes. Lunae understood, tightening her tail's hold over Sonera as both its flowering tip and the patterns on her body glowed a bright orange.
"Ohh." Sonera breathed deeply as warmth flowed through her. "Lunae-."
"Didn't know I could do that, huh?" Lunae huffed proudly. "I'm not actually a big fan of the cold myself."
A bit of familiar distrust entered Sonera's mind. Even after all she had been through, there was still no sign that Lunae would be any less alien. At every step, she seemed to reveal some new impossible trick.
Using her hold over Sonera, Lunae hoisted the girl into the air, using the oppurtunity to take her footwear. She stopped at nothing, leaving only her partner's gloves. When all was said and done, Sonera was once again completely exposed.
The sight of her tiny, frail figure reminded Lunae of whom she had truly fallen for. Not a ruthless killer or a damned soul. Just a girl, lost and afraid.
"Hold still." She smiled, pressing her fingers against the soles of Sonera's feet.
"A-aah!" Sonera squealed, taken aback by her own sensitivity.
The stoic warrior broke, allowing her feminine voice to escape as Lunae continued to press with her thumbs, holding Sonera's ankles up high while circling her.
"Such sensitive little tools you humans have." Lunae smiled. "You put them to good use when you dance. I've seen it."
"Uhng." Sonera squirmed, gritting her teeth.
"I'd like to see you dance for me." Lunae continued to grin like a sinister witch. "Later. For now, let's get you dressed."
After a few careful steps, the nightgown was fixed onto Sonera's body rather neatly, its frilly patterns allowing the light from the nearby lanters to shine through and highlight her polished skin. Only the chest region seemed to sag a bit, thanks, of course, to Sonera's lack of womanhood. That didn't make Lunae any less excited, however.
"I'm not quite sure you understand your beauty." Lunae sighed with a tinge of satisfaction. "Really, Sonera."
"I've never given it much thought," Sonera replied rather robotically, figthing the urge to pant like a dog.
Lunae planned to set her partner down, but soon her urges became inescapable. Her deepest desires, tied directly to the strength and length of her tail, were growing in potency with every moment. She soon found herself in a battle to hold off.
"D-do you-." Lunae stammered nervously.
She didn't want to force Sonera.
Not like before.
"I belong to you," Sonera muttered, looking down at her dangling feet. "You don't need to ask."
Lunae's face became flushed, her soul damp with the guilt of her own ambition. It was in the spirit of her people to take what they desired. Her own mother confessed to the pride she felt at her daughter's action.
She was Infestare.
"Sonera," Lunae spoke plainly. "I love you."
The assassin gave a sniffling nod, her mind reaching out to her partner with open gates. Lunae wasted no time rushing in, extending her tounge as it writhed about Sonera's exposed navel. Her touch was gentle, feminine, and ravaging all at the same time.
"Huuh!" Sonera grunted, overwhelmed both by Lunae's binding tail and the choking tug of her Psionic grasp.
It wasn't so different from the pull Alia felt during her night with Rena. Every corner of the girl's skin felt awash with her partner's Psionic presence. She was owned in her entirety.
Sonera exhaled loudly, feeling Lunae's tounge work its way up and down her stomach while her tail slithered up towards the corners of her mouth. She felt as light as a feather, and as burdened as a ghost. By the time her moans turned to gasps, and the flesh between her legs began to salivate, she soon found the tip of Lunae's tail deep inside her mouth.
Sonera gagged, her eyes widening. "Mmmh!"
The tip of the Infestare's tail sprouted, unveiling a series of floral tendrils that gently dug their way down Sonera's throat. She felt her mind go blank, her irises rolling to the back of her head. Lunae smiled with pride, taking pleasure in each pitiful noise that came from her partner's gagged insides.
She yearned to watch the girl go limp.
But just before Sonera blacked out, she felt it.
The fringes of Lunae's mind.
She had heard enough about the so-called Psionic bond from both mind and mouth. Only during the tensest of moments, and the most heated of practices, could such a thing be forged. And yet, Sonera could feel it.
Her bond with Lunae.
The assassin came to, her eyes tracking Lunae once more as the girl's tender hands began massaging her flat chest. Realizing her bond was incomplete, Sonera became filled with determination. Lunae had done her part.
It was time for Sonera to do hers.
"Mmhh." Sonera struggled, balling up her fists as her eyes glowed a radiant orange.
"Sonera-." Lunae gasped.
The alien princess shuddered, placing her hands to her chest as she stumbled backwards. A Psionic grasp had taken hold of her, gently overwhelming her control. The once binding tail fell limp, retracting into its original length.
Sonera was free.
Lunae shook her head and whimpered, watching as Sonera fell to the ground. "W-what are you-."
"What I feel for you," Sonera spoke passionately, her voice cracking as she approached her partner. "I, too, would call it love."
Sonera stretched out her gloved hand, using her Psionic grasp to squeeze Lunae and push her back. The girl flew far, flipping upside down before crashing into the railing at the far end of the room overlooking the chasm. Such was her impact that her legs flew over her head, as her clothes buckled.
"Kaah!" Lunae screamed, her long tounge retracting into the safety of her mouth as she slammed into the metal bar, her skull resting on the cold floor. "U-ugh."
The girl's feet drooped over her head, twitching in pain as her arms stretched out behind her. Lunae's clothing, shifted violently by her tumble, gave way near her chest, allowing for the corner of her left areola to slip out of her dress. She was humiliated and beaten, turned into a damsel by Sonera in one swift move.
She loved it.
It was all so entoxicating, the way Lunae's body exposed itself after her defeat, and the feral look of determination that Sonera shot at her.
"My turn." Sonera crouched down in front of Lunae's pathetic mess of a body, her voice carrying a bit of contempt. "Princess."