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“-and you are never going near her, ever again!”
“Olivia-”
“I can’t believe they would let you, too! They know her file, they know what I requested!”
“Olivia, calm yourself-”
“No. No, Saria I will not calm myself. Not until you return to Rhine Labs and tell your jack-booted friends in the Defense Division that Ifrit and I are gone for good! Missing, dead, whichever! Just leave us alone!”
“Olivia, I resigned my post-”
You stand behind the corner of the dorm-wing hall that lead to the Rhine Lab’s common room. You had intended to check up on Ifrit after the girl’s last combat operation, but… perhaps later would be a better time-
“If you would let me speak with her, let me apo-”
“I know you, that’s not just all you want to do. Remind me again, just who was it who gave such a terrible weapon to a child? Who was it who was reporting combat data to ‘interested parties’ ?”
Of all the things that you have seen slung at Lady Saria- the bombs, the spears, the swords and bolts and Arts… it is Silence’s words that strike her down.
“Some things can’t be solved with an apology. Go away, Saria. I don’t ever want to see you here again.”
Silence closes the common room door, shutting Saria out in the hall. The former Rhine Lab official stands stiff, as if stuck rigid by a bolt of lightning, but you can see her fingernails dig painfully into her palms. They are the only bit of her that moves, shuddering with the pressure that Saria’s powerful grip exerts. You fear that she’ll strike the door, dent or batter the thing down, when it releases in a sudden, inexplicably quick grunt.
Saria spins on her heel and begins marching her way back up the hall towards you, and you yourself scramble to go make yourself scarce.
“How long were you listening, Doctor?” Saria calls out to you, her voice cold and flat, just like normal, but you know her… you know what she’s hiding. There was no use running, so you lean against the wall and wait, taking a deep breath as you prepare yourself.
“Not long. Just enough to know that Silence is mad at both of us.” You answer as she rounds the corner and stops before you. Her eyes scan yours, reading into you expression, your body language, your voice…
And satisfied, she nods and motions for you to walk alongside her.
“Let us return to your office. It is not a conversation meant for the hallway.” She says.
You walk is a stiff one, a felt tension radiating off of Saria like waves of heat off of black-asphalt. She doesn’t take note, her eyes closed as she strides through the halls towards your office in a rehearsed, militarily stiff march. It is only when you are both through the hydraulic threshold and the door hisses shut, does that hardened visage diminish slightly.
“Thank you for risking your rapport with Silence for my selfish request.” Saria says, breaking the tension with a veiled apology. You can hear her unzip her overcoat, her footsteps lighter than usual as she moves to hang her coat beside yours.
“You trusted me enough to help you.” You answer her as you move to your snack cupboard, grabbing whatever you think might help take her mind off of the problem at hand. “I’ll have to deal with Kal’tsit double-checking all my deployment rosters for a few months, but that’s neither here nor there.”
Saria grumbles slightly at your nonchalant response. You know that she values people doing the right thing, and hearing your casual dismissal of her exploitation of you only serves to make her more irritable. When you spin around, a small serving of cheese and crackers in hand, you pause to double take at just who you are looking at. A beautiful woman sitting there on your couch, one leg tightly crossed over the other, hands demurely folded atop her lap as she peers at you.
It’s definitely Saria, the flowing platinum hair, the orange-tinged horns, the hard pressed frown on her face, the dignified posture- but at the same time the rest of her is barely recognizable. She was always hidden so well beneath that flat, straight-pressed overcoat of hers. In fact, now that you are seeing her without it, you realize that Saria never really took it off anywhere. She never really shows off just how fashionably she does dress, let alone just how alluring it actually all was.
Her shorts are near-scandalously cut high up the thigh for someone conservative like Saria, showing off the entirety of her ivory skin all the way up her legs. They are slightly loose, concealing the full tantalizing curve of her hips, but the band of them clings to her instead, highlighting her deceptively slim waist. The black-shift of a top she wears lightly hangs from the crisscross straps from around her neck, clinging just enough to give the outline of her modest chest. Her slender neck is framed by the choker that you thought served some purpose. Turns out, it was just for show, matching the same metallic-onyx sheen as her earrings and bracelet.
Saria’s fiery gaze rips your attention to her face and makes you flush with sudden embarrassment. You had just stood there in the center of your office, dragging your lurid gaze all over her while she watched you do it. She cocks an eyebrow at you when you turn your head, trying to play it off.
“Doctor, are you attracted to my appearance, by chance?” She asks plainly, not a single teasing note to it.
“I’ve never quite seen you without your overcoat. I’m just… surprised.”
Saria tilts her head and lifts her chin slightly at your answer… gods it was a stupid answer, surprised about what… that she was a woman?
“I will admit, I wear my protective equipment more out of habit than necessity.” Saria shrugs as she glances at her current dress. “I had not expected such a harsh reaction to such a casual display of trust.”
“Sorry…” You try and hide your shame by leaning over and presenting her the plate, playing to be the good host while that self-consciousness sink in deeper. Saria watches you the whole time, as if she is trying to catch you taking a peek at her.
“If it is not the clothes, then perhaps you are attracted to me, Doctor?” She bluntly asks. You stumble slightly, the snacks slipping dangerously close to the edge of the plate.
“W-well, it would be unprofessional to-”
“Speak succinctly.” Saria says, taking the plate from your hands and placing it aside. Her voice is not demanding or accusatory, simply firm. That confidence and strength of will that had drawn you to her in the first place.
“Yes, I find you attractive, Lady Saria.” You admit, trying to carry some of her confidence through you. Saria neither smiles nor frowns; her face is a mask as her eyes scan your face.
“Perchance the reason you were attempting to assist me with Olivia and Ifrit was because you wished to ingratiate yourself with me?” She asks firmly.
“Well, I would be lying if I said no…” You admit, meeting Saria’s bright gaze, “But it was mostly because I see how much the situation with Ifrit and Silence bothers you. I wanted to help you because you’re a friend.”
“Friend, hmm?” Saria exhales deeply, eyes closed. It is a painful silence, one that wrenches your heart back and forth. Was it presumptuous to think yourself a friend of Lady Saria? The time you had spent together in this office was always… cordial, always work, but you thought that there was an unspoken enjoyment. Though Saria held so many secrets so close to her heart, in your time together she had confided in you, shown you a vulnerability that no one else could have witnessed. When you had offered to place her and Ifrit on a deployment so that Saria could finally speak with the fiery young woman, she had seemed so… relieved, excited even.
Saria smiles lightly, the very edges of her mouth ever-so-slightly curling like a gentle sunrise peeking from the horizon. It was like the ones you had seen near the end of her shifts, when you’d talk lightly of nothings, or when Saria would take a moment to relax before returning to her dormitory.
“I will admit that I find your kindness and genuineness refreshing. I am not… unopposed to spending more time with you. You are perhaps the only other person besides Olivia that I have… spent this much pleasant time with.” She admits, taking a bite of cracker, almost as if to hide the smile that had continued to creep on her face.
“Well, you are always welcome here, Saria.” You quickly offer as the tension flees your heart. “Even when you are not on administrative duty.” You add, just to pull that little bit more of her smile out. Saria tilts her head, considering your words carefully.
“I will admit that your relationship with me is vastly different than that of Olivia and myself.” Saria tilts her head the other way now, watching as you freeze up again. Before the thoughts of yours can go wild into the speculative, she speaks up once again. “Olivia was… is … one of my oldest friends. We met back when she was an intern for Rhine Labs. Colleagues, peers, and eventually to friends.”
“But you are different.” Saria tentatively adds. “While I would indeed consider you… a friend in such a trusted manner, there is an aspect to you that Olivia never carried.”
“And… what would that be?”
“Olivia… would never go out of her way to help. She would keep to herself, she would never ask how others were until they came to her for assistance. You are the opposite in every sense. When I first arrived here, I found it annoying and intrusive.” Saria takes another bite of cracker, diligently chewing it as she watches your reaction. You can offer up no argument, no counter to her words, nor would you want to, this was her opening up, so why would you slam her own door shut on yourself?
Saria closes her eyes, nodding lightly to herself. She stands to meet you face-to-face. Those wide, unblinking orange irises pulling your face into focus. “I had quit Rhine Labs because I had a moment of clarity, an epiphany of what I personally had done to damage my own relationships. The longer I stayed here in Rhodes Island, the more I found myself wanting to… rectify that weakness of mine. That I should be more honest to those close to me.”
Her words linger in the air, a wealth of possibility behind their meaning that you want to grasp at, but you know that to make such assumptions with a woman like Saria could be dangerous.
“I find you attractive as well.” She says flatly. Her breath is surprisingly sweet, the scent of her hair feminine and light like the traces of flowers upon a summer’s breeze. It makes your heart skip a beat; makes you swallow nervously at just what it was she intended. In that moment of your body reacting to Saria’s proximity, she pulls away from you, motioning for you to have a seat. You can’t refuse her, even as you puzzle the meaning of her words.
Saria turns her back to you, her hands drift to her hip and undo the buttons of her shorts. Your words of surprise are strangled in your throat as you watch her pull them down in one swift motion. She takes a single step out of them, flashing you an eyeful of the white-peach she kept so well hidden, it’s curvaceous outline constantly disrupted by the gentle sway of her tail.
It is the same dispassion with her top; Saria grabs the hem of it and simply yanks it free of her head and horns in a practiced motion. Not quite a strip tease in the sensual, alluring sense, but just the fact that it is Lady Saria stripping right in front of your eyes adds its own scandalous spice to the act.
She turns to face you, dropping the fabric of her shirt to the side, the light of the mid-day sun reflecting off her naked, soft ivory skin. Even so exposed, Saria stands so tall and proud, so dignified. Your eyes greedily dart over every enticing sight, unable to focus on just one. She runs a hand up a tantalizing thigh before it comes to rest upon the gentle curve of her hip, right at the dip of her womanly waist when she shifts her weight to one foot.
Her other hand seems to instinctively glide over a jagged, defined line of bone-white skin on her low abdomen -scar tissue- before it glides its way up the subtle muscularity of her belly. It gently catches the underside of her modest but softly bouncing breasts during its ascent, flicking off of them with the tiniest jiggle.
“Lady Saria… gods you are beautiful.” The words stumble out of your mouth. Her expression is still hard, still unflinching, though she nods at your verbal approval as her eyes drift to you more… physical approval.
Saria sits herself back on your couch next to you, a gentle hand on your face as she pulls you down into an embrace. She purposefully keeps you pressed to her chest, and though those wonderful mounds are quite literally right before your eyes, you want to see her face, see her expressions.
“Doctor, has anyone told you what a Vouivre woman looks for in a mate?” Saria asks, her voice as firm as when she stands guard on the battlefield, cradling you to her breast.
“Integrity.” You answer, you’ve had this conversation before- well not exactly this conversation, but one similar enough.
“Incorrect. A Vouivre woman looks for a strong male to copulate with. One who can defend their brood, one who can ensure a strong bloodline.” She states matter-of-factly, “You are not physically strong in that regard, though one could make an argument for your ability to sire an intellectually strong child.”
Shocked by her words, you try to pull yourself up, try to figure out just what was going on in her head, but you feel Saria’s hand caress your hair in a calming, un-Saria-like gentleness.
“I, however, value an individual’s integrity and perseverance over their physical attributes or abilities.” Saria affirms, pulling your head against her breasts, letting their softness hold you. The tip of her tail traces its way down your back, just another limb that pulls you close in her protective embrace. “You have the traits that I desire in a male mate.” She states rather flatly, considering what she meant by it.
“Saria-” you mumble her name, and you hear her chest rumble a contented sigh when her hand finds your spear straining against your pants. With one dexterous hand, she undoes your button before gingerly lifting your hips by the waistband. The moment your rear leaves the couch, she has torn your pants and undergarments down to your ankles in one swift motion.
“Come, Doctor… let us relieve ourselves of such needy biological impulses.” Saria whispers, grabbing hold of your spear shaft. Her fingers are warm as she gives you a playful squeeze, and despite the coldness of her expressions, she hums a soft note to you: approval.
Not to be caught idle, your hands both glide up the inner-trail of her thigh and down Saria’s belly, feeling the taut, toned muscle beneath her fair skin. Your hand on her thighs traces higher and higher until you reach the sacred place between her legs. You follow the curve, a warmth greeting your fingertips. Saria loudly exhales as your explore the softness there, her excitement growing in physically clear way. Her lips below swell and puff slightly with her warmth, and as your fingertip gently teases them out, a tiny bit of her nectar clings to you.
“Even now, you are gentle and tempered with your desires.” She observes.
“Of course. I want my partner to be satisfied as well.” You answer her with a smile, at least until Saria’s eyes narrow with sudden determination, her hand movements now gently twisting and working with your lubrication to pull more pleasure. You kiss and nuzzle her breast, delighting in its softness before taking a stiff nipple into your mouth, suckling it like a babe. A soft hum from her chest before she retaliates, her fingers dancing up and down your length, taking scoops of your liquid excitement and painting you with it.
You have no idea how to one-up Saria’s hand movements, so you lightly pinch her now-excitedly swollen lips between the sides of you fingers, gently playing them back and forth, moving up ever so slightly with each little twinge until you find her emerged nub. In the same strike, you gently nip the stiff, pointed nub in your mouth before lathering it with your tongue.
Saria stiffens a moment, and you panic, your touch turning as gentle as a feather.
“Do not worry so much, Doctor. I am not so fragile… but thank you for such considerations.” Saria smiles slightly, pulling your face in against her breast as if she were trying to smother you with it.
Spurred on, you press that little bit harder into her, right above the hood of her precious lips, and are rewarded by Saria taking a sharp breath in and a firmer squeeze of your spear’s haft. You can hear a quiet rumble building in her chest, an electrifying shiver rumbling to life within her. Before it erupts out, Saria slowly pushes you away from her. Her breath still steady, but you can feel the desire burning deep as she gazes at you.
“It has been… it has been some time since I last engaged in acts of copulation. If I may lead, Doctor. I promise that it will be pleasurable for both of us if I do.” Saria speaks so firmly of something that others would have blushed at admitting, so of course you let her act as she pleases. She stands and positions herself over you lap, giving you a full view of those rounded hips, that firm, tight, and shapely ass. As she looks back and locks eyes with you, there is a spark there, a heated haze that makes you twitch and ache all the more.
The moment is slow. The sight of the Lady Saria lowering her hips towards your lap, hand upon your spear as its tip disappears into her coiling hot folds. You let out an unseemly groan, but that doesn’t stop her slow, tortuous advance. Her tail teasingly strokes your chest, tracing down slowly until Saria comes to a rest, stuffed full of your length and her inner walls clinging on harder than her hand had.
She lets out a contented sigh, shifting her hips as if to scratch an itch deep inside of her. Each wiggle, each brush of her soft cheeks on your lap, each writhing of her womanhood drags a moan from your lungs.
“Saria… you feel so good.” Your short-circuiting brain makes your mouth admit the obvious.
“I am glad. We are quite compatible, after all.” Saria nods, gyrating her hips like she were stirring a pot of thick honey.
She widens her stance, hands on your knees as she bends over and lifts that shapely rear. Gods, the sight of your spear pulled from her blazing furnace, still red hot and glistening with Saria’s quench… its a glorious sight that you will cherish forever, or at least until Saria shifts a bit and claps down on your lap once more. Once again you are engulfed in her heat, feeling like a thousand tiny lips kiss and caress your length. She grunts, raising her hips and shifting once more, exposing your honey-soaked length to the steamy air between you. Her next thrust back is sudden, her walls clenching the moment you are sheathed fully within her. It pulls a raspy breath from Saria, and she mumbles, “There- ”
Again, she pulls up to your head before clapping back down with a fleshy slap. Each fresh wave of pleasure is closer than the last as she speeds up, rolling her hips back after each slapping of her ass against your lap, like she is trying to work you in deeper, like she is trying to make herself a mold of your girth.
“Saria!” You groan, expressing your pleasure in the only way you can, fearful of throwing her off if you do anything else. You can’t see her face, you can’t see if she’s enjoying this as much as you are, and that tickles you the wrong way-
“Doctor!” Saria finally gasps, throwing her head back. You can hear it in her voice, the way that calcified mask of hers cracks beneath the pressure of pleasure. It makes your heart soar, and emboldened, you place your hands on her hips. She gasps once more, her tail instantly coiling around one of your arms to hold you there. You kneed whenever she momentarily settles in your lap, you help lift when she rises to pull more pleasure, and you firmly throw her down as she impales herself with more and more frantic movements.
“Gods… Saria- I love it! Saria I’m-” You groan through clenched teeth, trying everything in your power to hold back the coming storm. You want to keep feeling this pleasure, but at the same time, you want her to feel it too. If you ended it now then would she be satisfied? Perseverance -
Saria throws herself down one final time, holding completely still as you throb within her deepest reaches. She must feel it, the way that you swell up, the way that you twitch, eager for release. Even though she does not look back at you, does not show any signs of affection, her tail tenderly strokes your thigh.
“Doctor, I would like to change positions.” She says, near breathless. Only then does she look over her shoulder to you and… by the gods you are struck silent and dumb, nearly releasing it all right then and there. The rosey blush on her face is something you have never seen, a vulnerability, a softness to this steely woman that you know only a chosen few have been able to see. “I would like to look upon the face of the one I am… copulating with.”
“Y-yeah. Of course, Saria.” You mumble as she slowly lifts herself from your lap. Your spear comes free, a fresh slathering of both your love juices mixed into a cream that clings to its haft as it slaps against your abdomen.
Saria gently guides you to the floor, straddling you the moment you are laying comfortably. There, you can see her in all her glory as she rests upon you. The defined, toned lines of her abdomen beneath that fair skin, the soft, generous handfuls of her breasts, the platinum curtain of her hair framing her flushed face as she looks down at you. Desire burns in her eyes, making those orange motes practically glow as she slowly slides herself lower. Her hips rock back and forth when she feels the tip, her warmth and wetness against your rod making you all the more eager to be within her once again. The moment her womanhood picks up your spear tip once more, Saria closes her eyes, her head lolling backwards in the throes of pleasure. She lowers herself inch by inch, and when you are fit snug within her, she sits up straight, a place of dominance over you as she places a hand upon your chest.
Saria’s movements are slow and deliberate, calibrated perfectly for the sensation of her quivering walls as she rides atop of you. She leans even more back, her hands holding onto your ankles, giving you a full view of the vulgarity. Her blossom’s lips pull and suck on you. As she lifts her hips, she leaves behind a trail of whipped love-cream before they greedily swallow you again when her hips drop. Her breath is heavy and paced as if she were working out in the gym- yours however are far more frantic. You clench your teeth, you screw your eyes shut despite the desire to see this new Saria, anything that will help you hold on longer.
A ragged gasp from the woman riding you, a sudden but brief clench of her muscles before she relaxes once more, seating herself fully upon her throne. Saria throws herself forward once more, the weight of her now on your chest as she traces her way up to your shoulders. Cracking an eye open, you can see Saria leaning over you, her breasts swaying with your lovemaking rhythm right in front of your face.
“Doctor. Do you prefer to copulate with me this way?” Saria headily asks, and your only response is a nod, fearful that if you open your mouth, you’ll let out an incoherent groan.
“I… I will admit… this is… quite… pleasurable... with you… Doctor.” Saria manages to says, her voice shaking with each deep breath she takes. Though she stubbornly refuses to just give into the pleasure, you can feel her fingernails dig in, her tail gently drifting across your legs, her inner walls pulsing and quaking along with the beat she strikes herself with.
Her motions are growing more rough, and once again you reach down and sink your hands into her rear. Saria squeezes in response, sending a coiling heat through your entire length as she claps against you lap.
The next time she rolls her hips forward and then back, you buck up to meet her deeper than before.
“Ohh!”
A moan, as surprising as it was dipped and coated with unrestrained pleasure. Saria grabs hold of your cheeks with one hand and pulls you to face her, heated gaze meeting heated gaze. She wants to see your pleasure, she wants to see your desire for her as you buck her up, over and over. Loud, wet slaps, a fervent chasing of pleasure serving as the only exchange between you. Who would give into it first?
“I can feel it. Your swelling... it is stretching me out.” Saria announces, grinning as if you were challenging her. You keep thrusting, slamming against her desires, feeling the quake that it causes within her, but Saria does not break. “You are driving deeper, right to my cervix are you? You wish to inseminate my eggs?” She growls as she leans over you once again, still thrashing her hips against your lap. “Your desire to mate me. Your desire to claim me. Come, my partner, show me your virility!”
Saria rolls her hips back one last time, gyrating and grinding herself against your pelvis. Her mouth hangs open with fangs bared, eyes screwed shut, a bestial howl working its way up her throat. Her tail coils itself tight around your leg, her fingernails dig into your chest, her very insides squeeze and kiss with feverish energy.
Your groan of release is drowned out by Saria’s cry, everything all bound up inside of her roared to the heavens. With each pump flooding past her gates, your hips buck, your hands pull her hips down so that not a single drop escapes, and her howl tapers into a throaty, delirious moan. Saria gasps, her hand pressing her abdomen where the tip of your spear awaits beneath, a great flood of warmth now pushing out from her and into where your spear still clings.
You’ve stuffed her 'til overflowing, and she is basking in the warmth as she leans back.
Neither of you say another word, simply transfixed at what had just had transpired within her. She lifts her hips for the final time, slowly pulling you shaft free. Threads of glistening semen are already coming loose and dripping from her, and she seems fascinated by it. Her hand drifts down her belly and to her still-pulsing lips to catch some of the spilling seed.
And in an act that you find incredibly unlike her, she cups her hand against herself, as if to keep any more from leaking out. Though you are exhausted, Saria gets to her feet, still holding a hand to her lower lips as she squeezes her legs together. It’s almost as if… she wants to keep it all, and that realization yanks you from the haze of pleasure.
“Saria, is it okay that I-”
“I cannot have children.” Saria says matter-of-factly as she pulls her hair up into a ponytail to air herself out. One hand traces the scar across her abdomen, and her words make sudden sense. Her footsteps are light as she moves to the window, completely unlike the usual plodding march that was her everyday gait. The way that her hips shift and sway as she gracefully places one foot in front of the other, how her tail swings so freely instead of stiff, it is a side to the normally hard woman that you begin to believe that only you has witnessed.
“Is that why...Ifrit…?” You ask tentatively. Saria does not shy away, instead closing her eyes as she places a hand upon the warm pane of your window.
“I wish to protect her. I had realized how… misguided I had been in my treatment of her back at Rhine Labs. Though I cannot divulge just… what had occurred, seeing Silence’s response, seeing the action she took for the girl's sake, I realized that I was wrong. She has far more integrity than I.” Saria glances back at you, her orange eyes glowing with the sun’s reflection. “You helped me realize this… and you have helped me far more than you have realized. I… am a much different woman than I was back at Rhine Labs, and that was what I wished to convey to both the child and to Silence.”
“It’s not like it is over.” You say before quickly throwing your underwear back on. A quick fetching of your coat before moving to the window beside Saria, draping it over her shoulder. Having such a serious conversation felt so ridiculous when you both were standing there naked, after all. She mumbles a thank you, pulling it tight around herself.
“There are many regrets my heart holds, Doctor. Many that you can help me with, many more that I must untangle myself.” Saria begins. Though she does not project the need for comfort or affection, her tail gently grazes your leg. “This… was not one of them. Remember that.”
"As long as you promise that you'll call on me whenever you need my help." You say firmly, placing your hands on her shoulders, "So many people depend on you, Saria, but if I may be so greedy... I'd like for you to depend on me too."
She glances at you, a small twinkle in her eye, the tiny curve of a smile.
"I would like that very much, Doctor." She whispers. Though her hands still rests at her sides, Saria's tail gingerly wraps itself around your leg. You suppose, for the time being, that is just fine.