Things were technically going pretty great, in the technical sense of getting what they needed. That was a relief, because for Noel, personally, they were going kind of terribly. The tendrils had in fact figured out underwear, and one was sliding inside of her. This was uncomfortable, both in the emotional sense of being casually penetrated and trying to pretend that was a normal thing to be happening, and in the fact that there was a scaly sort of tentacle in her vagina.
She definitely owed that ambassador's daughter an apology.
Speaking of owed apologies, her brother was going to owe her quite a lot, judging by the terrifying subtext of how much Grilka had to give, and the way the tendril twisted inside of her as ey said it. But technically, she'd done worse things to keep her brother from being touched against his will.
Well, worse in a moral sense. Maybe not in a "sheer uncomfortable" sense.
She was a bit concerned by those passports, though, considering staying on Osiris hadn't necessarily been part of the plan.
Obvious and uncomfortable implications aside, can we do this? Is this a place we can stay safely?
There’s anonymity here. Enough different species that no one would be surprised if we tried to establish ourselves somewhere. The only catch is the friendships we’d have to make to successfully claim some space.
Her brother was really the one who was best at plans. If he said it was possible, she believed him. But the subject of friendships was an understandably sour one for her right now.
You mean like a close friendship with a terrifying tentacle-snake monster?
At this point? That would be unavoidable if we stayed.
Noel stifled a full body shudder, made worse by the way Grilka was twisting deeper inside of her. There was no way this was the extent of the molestation she'd have to deal with. After all. She was 'greedy.'
Can we work it to our advantage enough to make it worth the investment of... all of this?
That’s as much your call as it is mine. I think that we should play this until we at least have our safety net back. If we need to up and run after that we can do it from a place of advantage instead of desperation. We don’t know enough to make a big decision yet.
Ugh. He was right. They could stick around until they paid off this favor to Grilka, then, see what they could wrangle out of the association in the process. If it became clear Grilka didn't actually intend to let them 'repay' it to eir standards, they could focus on the resources it would take to flee to the other side of the goddamn galaxy.
We’ll play it by ear, then. Grilka doesn’t need to know if we’re not going to stick around.
Exactly. All he needs to know is that it makes more sense for us to stay than to leave.
With that decided...
"Oh, I'm sure we'll stick around for a while! There's so much to see here, so many people to meet," she said cheerfully. There was no real sign in her voice that she was being explored by Curious Tendril #307, because she was working very hard on keeping herself level.
And now she was being moved. It was an extremely horrifying sensation. Being bounced was one thing, but now she was being lifted. By tentacles around her legs, yes, but with far too much of her weight on the one inside of her, which curled into her like she was a fish on a hook. Her hands gripped the tendrils around her thighs, eyes going a little wild as she was set down on the ground. Her communication with her brother was more than a little strained.
When the tendrils finally released her, slithering off and out, she struggled briefly to remain standing tall, her legs giving an imperceptible little tremor. She beelined for her brother, a hand resting on his forearm strengthening her resolve. She felt instantly better for the contact, and stood momentarily beside and a bit behind him, letting her head rest briefly against his shoulder.
Alright. Time for a show.
She pulled off her shoes while her brother set up the music. Her stockings were still intact, thank goodness, and while her underwear was a bit uncomfortable, there wasn't so much moisture as to soak even through the leggings, let alone her shorts. Her poor brother wouldn't have to deal with that while she was spinning around his neck. Small blessings.
There wasn't really time to stretch, either; they'd have to get right into it. Thankfully, this was a dance they'd done a thousand times, and one of her favorites.
The second arrangement, she informed him, just to be sure they were on the same page, although she was sure they were. She took a moment to savor how automatic their actions must look to an outsider who didn't understand how they communicated.
She took her starting position, draping herself across Leon's shoulders as he kneeled in front of her.
The music started.
This was one of her favorites precisely because it was such a good mix of the two of them. Leon thought in technicals; lifts and spins and what looked good. The physics, the reality, the actuality. Noel had a tendency to come to him with a piece of music and a story. This was a good blend of both, to show off both their superior athleticism and--of course--absolute beauty... While still being the sort of emotional, evocative thing she enjoyed.
The music started slow and beautiful, and so did they, Leon bending her over his shoulders, pulling her into his arms. He spun her as he stood, and they were off.
The story was one of broken lovers, the tune one that switched between haunting and passionate. He loved her, and she loved him, but she got lost in her own mind. She ignored him, which showed through in the way she moved as if he weren't there, rarely looked at him. This worked mostly because she knew he would be exactly where she needed him to be. She could leap into the air and know that even if she wasn't looking, he would be in the place to catch her.
She moved as if he was invisible to her, but she was always being supported, kept from falling, lifted into the air. A leg around his neck, as if choking him, even though she was oblivious to it.
It made the rare moments in the dance where she seemed to catch notice of him, and they moved in perfect unison, all the more beautiful and tragically poignant. Hopefully it translated well to snake-monster.
It was not the most comfortable thing to perform in these clothes, barefoot, on these sorts of floors. A misstep, a fall, could have seriously injured her. She wasn't worried though. They didn't make mistakes. She bent the ways she needed to, the ways others could not, showing her body as a work of art, and with every step, he was the strength she lacked and the support she needed.
Perhaps the eye would be drawn to her, spinning doll that she was, but anyone paying attention would note how he could support her entire weight with one arm when he needed to, how he could catch her around the waist as she spun through the air.
She smiled as stood, one leg on his shoulder, the other perfectly parallel, straight into the air, her expression one of wistful longing.
She fell, and he caught her, one arm on the small of her back as she bent sharply as if she'd snapped in two. He cradled her in his arms, and the music faded.
She breathed heavy for a few seconds, exertion and adrenaline, before straightening with Leon's help, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek before turning to face their would-be audience. Moment of truth... did dances charm snakes?
She definitely owed that ambassador's daughter an apology.
Speaking of owed apologies, her brother was going to owe her quite a lot, judging by the terrifying subtext of how much Grilka had to give, and the way the tendril twisted inside of her as ey said it. But technically, she'd done worse things to keep her brother from being touched against his will.
Well, worse in a moral sense. Maybe not in a "sheer uncomfortable" sense.
She was a bit concerned by those passports, though, considering staying on Osiris hadn't necessarily been part of the plan.
Obvious and uncomfortable implications aside, can we do this? Is this a place we can stay safely?
There’s anonymity here. Enough different species that no one would be surprised if we tried to establish ourselves somewhere. The only catch is the friendships we’d have to make to successfully claim some space.
Her brother was really the one who was best at plans. If he said it was possible, she believed him. But the subject of friendships was an understandably sour one for her right now.
You mean like a close friendship with a terrifying tentacle-snake monster?
At this point? That would be unavoidable if we stayed.
Noel stifled a full body shudder, made worse by the way Grilka was twisting deeper inside of her. There was no way this was the extent of the molestation she'd have to deal with. After all. She was 'greedy.'
Can we work it to our advantage enough to make it worth the investment of... all of this?
That’s as much your call as it is mine. I think that we should play this until we at least have our safety net back. If we need to up and run after that we can do it from a place of advantage instead of desperation. We don’t know enough to make a big decision yet.
Ugh. He was right. They could stick around until they paid off this favor to Grilka, then, see what they could wrangle out of the association in the process. If it became clear Grilka didn't actually intend to let them 'repay' it to eir standards, they could focus on the resources it would take to flee to the other side of the goddamn galaxy.
We’ll play it by ear, then. Grilka doesn’t need to know if we’re not going to stick around.
Exactly. All he needs to know is that it makes more sense for us to stay than to leave.
With that decided...
"Oh, I'm sure we'll stick around for a while! There's so much to see here, so many people to meet," she said cheerfully. There was no real sign in her voice that she was being explored by Curious Tendril #307, because she was working very hard on keeping herself level.
And now she was being moved. It was an extremely horrifying sensation. Being bounced was one thing, but now she was being lifted. By tentacles around her legs, yes, but with far too much of her weight on the one inside of her, which curled into her like she was a fish on a hook. Her hands gripped the tendrils around her thighs, eyes going a little wild as she was set down on the ground. Her communication with her brother was more than a little strained.
When the tendrils finally released her, slithering off and out, she struggled briefly to remain standing tall, her legs giving an imperceptible little tremor. She beelined for her brother, a hand resting on his forearm strengthening her resolve. She felt instantly better for the contact, and stood momentarily beside and a bit behind him, letting her head rest briefly against his shoulder.
Alright. Time for a show.
She pulled off her shoes while her brother set up the music. Her stockings were still intact, thank goodness, and while her underwear was a bit uncomfortable, there wasn't so much moisture as to soak even through the leggings, let alone her shorts. Her poor brother wouldn't have to deal with that while she was spinning around his neck. Small blessings.
There wasn't really time to stretch, either; they'd have to get right into it. Thankfully, this was a dance they'd done a thousand times, and one of her favorites.
The second arrangement, she informed him, just to be sure they were on the same page, although she was sure they were. She took a moment to savor how automatic their actions must look to an outsider who didn't understand how they communicated.
She took her starting position, draping herself across Leon's shoulders as he kneeled in front of her.
The music started.
This was one of her favorites precisely because it was such a good mix of the two of them. Leon thought in technicals; lifts and spins and what looked good. The physics, the reality, the actuality. Noel had a tendency to come to him with a piece of music and a story. This was a good blend of both, to show off both their superior athleticism and--of course--absolute beauty... While still being the sort of emotional, evocative thing she enjoyed.
The music started slow and beautiful, and so did they, Leon bending her over his shoulders, pulling her into his arms. He spun her as he stood, and they were off.
The story was one of broken lovers, the tune one that switched between haunting and passionate. He loved her, and she loved him, but she got lost in her own mind. She ignored him, which showed through in the way she moved as if he weren't there, rarely looked at him. This worked mostly because she knew he would be exactly where she needed him to be. She could leap into the air and know that even if she wasn't looking, he would be in the place to catch her.
She moved as if he was invisible to her, but she was always being supported, kept from falling, lifted into the air. A leg around his neck, as if choking him, even though she was oblivious to it.
It made the rare moments in the dance where she seemed to catch notice of him, and they moved in perfect unison, all the more beautiful and tragically poignant. Hopefully it translated well to snake-monster.
It was not the most comfortable thing to perform in these clothes, barefoot, on these sorts of floors. A misstep, a fall, could have seriously injured her. She wasn't worried though. They didn't make mistakes. She bent the ways she needed to, the ways others could not, showing her body as a work of art, and with every step, he was the strength she lacked and the support she needed.
Perhaps the eye would be drawn to her, spinning doll that she was, but anyone paying attention would note how he could support her entire weight with one arm when he needed to, how he could catch her around the waist as she spun through the air.
She smiled as stood, one leg on his shoulder, the other perfectly parallel, straight into the air, her expression one of wistful longing.
She fell, and he caught her, one arm on the small of her back as she bent sharply as if she'd snapped in two. He cradled her in his arms, and the music faded.
She breathed heavy for a few seconds, exertion and adrenaline, before straightening with Leon's help, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek before turning to face their would-be audience. Moment of truth... did dances charm snakes?
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