HLNE 4

“Last night was fun,” Sara said cheerfully.

Bella gingerly flipped the pancake with her spatula, cursing quietly as small drops of pancake mix splattered across the oven surface. She cleared her throat, still slightly sore from an evening of non-stop moaning. “Good morning, Sara. And yeah, that was… new.”

“You liked it?” Sara came up behind Bella and softly kissed at her, around from her nape to the side of her neck, before peering over Bella’s shoulder. A curl of Sara’s dark brown hair tickled Bella near the corner of her mouth, and she could faintly detect Sara’s scent- pears and vanilla- over the smell of-

“You’re burning the pancake,” Sara noted dryly.

“Dammit,” said Bella, refocusing on the oven in front of her. She lifted up the spatula she had been holding slackly off to the side, and Sara caught her wrist. “Let me,” she said, with a note of amusement in her voice.

“Sorry,” Bella said meekly, giving Sara the spatula and stepping aside. “I kind of wanted to make breakfast, and-”

“Don’t worry,” Sara reassured her. “Sit sit sit.” She bent over the counter quickly, looking over the contents of the nearby bowl. “Mix looks alright though. You do it yourself?”

Bella sighed. “Premade. I dunno if I added enough water-”

“It’s fiiiine. Like I said, no worries. Sit, c’mon, Bella! I’ll have the pancakes ready in no time.”

The cluttered table was a mess of magazines, printouts, and a few worn books. Bella gingerly restacked a few issues of National Geographic (they had gone fully digital nearly five years ago) and swept off the dust with a wet paper towel before finally sitting down. Sara soon had two plates full of steaming, syrupy pancakes set at the table, and joined Bella by scooching around to her side.

“Hiyyy!” Sara said, throwing an arm around her. “Bellita!”

Bella laughed and grasped the arm Sara had draped around her, kissing the fingertips. “Pancakes look wonderful.”

Sara beamed. “I'm famished. We really got wild yesterday, huh?” She unraveled herself from Bella and began to cut her pancakes.

Bella nodded. “Yeah. Those, uh, sensual suits? Or whatever-”

“SensuSkins!”

“Yeahhh, they were really- I mean, I've never felt that before. You really tickled a long time kink Sara. Where did you find them again?”

“There was a shop at the mall,” Sara said, slightly muffled as she had just taken a huge bite. “I really just picked one of the first ones I saw- there were loads and loads in that store!”

“Really?” Bella frowned. “I never noticed.”

“Yeah, apparently they grew out of a parent company called, what, Living Skins? That company is at least thirty years old. SensuSkins is newer though- I don't think they were at the mall before.”

“Whatever it was, it was-” Bella shook her head. “Wow. I felt so… enclosed. And I could really feel the suit around me, covering my face, squirming inside me, it was…” She trailed off, uncertain how to describe it.

Sara giggled. “We can go to the store again today! I don't have work tomorrow, or the day after, so we have some time to have fun, if you want.”

“Really?” Bella looked at her girlfriend. “Like-”

“Like yes! Really!” Sara gave another tinkling laugh. “I know how much you like it, and tbh it's kinda super kinky. I dig it. Next-level roleplay!” She reached over and squeezed Bella's knee. “And… Anything for you.”

“But we just got those two-”

“And we can get more! I told you about my raise a month ago, and my paycheck came in a week ago, so…”

Bella hugged her. Tightly.

“Sara…”

“I'm not choking on this pancake,” Sara chuckled. “Just do me a favor, okay? Let's get the backstory straight this time before we get to the action. Maybe make the Seraphs real aliens and ditch the disguised agent stuff? I was confused half the time last night and had to make stuff up on the spot…”

“That's half the fun…”

---

“What that mouth do?”

Sara poked past the suited mannequin's lips and pulled out a forked, textured tongue that was several inches longer than a normal human's. “Ooo,” she said, excitedly. “Bella, look!” She leaned close and whispered into Bella's ear. Her breath was warm on her skin.“Imagine me wearing that over my tongue and eating your pussy out with it…”

Bella gave a strangled laugh that was half amused, half embarrassed. “Sara we're in a public place,” she whispered back.

“Looook,” Sara protested, and put her face next to the reptilian mask. Her caramel-toned face stood in stark contrast compared to the dark green scales. She stuck out her tongue.

“Sara-”

“It's so cute! And, and! We can work it into the backstory somehow! Reptile aliens! Sssss! No?” Sara wiggled the mask's forked tongue, still pinched between her fingers. “Pleeease?”

She pouted cutely and made puppy eyes at Bella. Bella's resistance crumbled. “I mean, it's your money…”

Sara beamed and looked around. “More! Let's find more- oooh!” She scampered over to another aisle out of sight, undoubtedly attracted by an equally exotic suit.

Bella glanced down her own aisle. She wanted a suit that preserved the theme of the roleplay, something sci-fi… Something similar to the suits from yesterday, but more…

There.

Bone white, as alien and unsettlingly sensual as the first suit, but… even more so. Bella took a few tentative steps closer. The tentacle-hair on this new version reached down to the suit’s ankles. That was one new thing. And… Bella couldn’t be sure, but this suit distinctively looked curvier…?

She worked up the courage to take a few more steps, so that she was standing right in front of it. Bella looked into the alien’s face. The face wasn’t a solid white anymore, but was decorated with an intricate spiral of faint, silvery tattoos. Bella pulled the eyelid back. Bright, sea-green eyes, which seemed to glow faintly. Noseless… long, sharp, pointed ears, like an elf’s… lips, barely perceptible under a mucus-covered maw… Bella traced the mouth and gently slid a finger under the upper lip, feeling the tiny little piranha teeth, arrayed like dozens of needles.

Bella moved even closer, breathing onto the suit, trying to imagine herself underneath. She let one arm hesitantly slide around the suit’s flank, rubbing the skin-like material. Would it be possible? To become this… thing? It was ten times more magnificent than the previous suit, almost regal, like a royal fey queen that prowled out from the dripping, dewy darkness and smothered mortals in her sensuous pheromone presence-

“Wow.”

Bella turned around, expecting Sara, but instead was mortified to see a surprised store assistant standing at the end of the aisle, mouth slightly open. Bella looked down at herself. She was uncomfortably close to the suit on display, one foot even on the elevated pedestal, both arms wrapped around the alien figure. Bella was inches away from enveloping her face into the suit’s pert breasts. She felt the blush creep across her cheeks, and she stepped back hastily. Some of the creature’s slime was stuck on her hands, and she awkwardly wiped it off on her jeans.

“Sorry,” Bella muttered. She could tell that her face was bright red. “I was just, uh-”

“I’ve never seen a customer so… interested in that suit,” the attendant said. “Or, well. Any suit in general. Are you new…?”

“Somewhat,” Bella conceded. “I’ve never actually been in one of these stores before, but my girlfriend bought some SensuSkins yesterday and- well, yeah. It was illuminating, to say the least.” She did her best to not look at the alien skin placidly on display next to her.

“I’m happy to hear you were satisfied with your purchase!” the store assistant chirped politely, still looking a little bemused from having caught Bella in the middle of frantically clutching at one of the displays. “So I take it that this suit caught your eye?”

“I- well, yes,” Bella said. “It looks-”

“Would you like to hear more about its special features?” An expression that probably was the store assistant’s blandest smile settled back in, as she steered the conversation to slightly more routine waters. Bella opened her mouth but the assistant continued hurriedly, as if afraid that Bella would jump up onto the display platform and start dry-humping the empty suit. “It’s the newest iteration of our deluxe Ocean Succubus line, designed for maximum user comfort and utility!”

“Oh?” Bella steeled herself for the incoming marketing deluge, but a part of herself also couldn’t help but perk up in anticipation. What features did it have?

The assistant approached the display and laid a hand on the suit’s arm, gingerly. “SensuSkins used state-of-the-art bioengineering to create the biosleeve, an organic and cybernetic composite organism that completely encompasses the user in all respects and leaves not an inch of the person underneath revealed. The biosleeve comes with the revolutionary ability to interface with the wearer’s nervous system via microscopic biohooks and allows them full tactile sensation in all aspects. This, and many other characteristics, such as dental, nasal, and lower inserts, allows for an unprecedented level of immersibility that lets the user of the select biosleeve to essentially become the character of their choice. Their appearance and exterior physical self- and... interior, to a limited extent- is transformed by the disguising envelope of the biosleeve. For all intents and purposes, the user literally turns into, say, a dryad, or a mermaid, or-”

“-a slimy pale alien tentacle girl,” Bella supplied.

The assistant nodded, taking Bella’s comment in stride. “Well, the Ocean Succubus, yes. This version is, I believe, called the Temptress v1. A deluxe model of the regular Ocean Succubus line, distinguishable by extra skin detailing, controllable hair, and a wider range of interior suit customizations-”

Sara appeared at the end of the aisle, looking vaguely interested. “Bellita?” Her eyes flitted to the new seraph costume and widened. “Whoa.”

Bella couldn't help herself, and grinned. “So,” she said, addressing the attendant, “What special features do you guys have for this suit?”

-

Bella and Sara unwrapped their respective suits of choice. Sara laid her suit out, contacts and earplugs and all, on the bed. Bella took the floor at the opposite end of the room, draping the surprisingly heavy costume down onto the rug. The hair, Bella reasoned, it must be the extra-long tentacle hair of the Seraph Queen. It added heft to the back of the head.

“Let's wear them in front of each other,” Sara suggested. “I want to see you put it on, watch it enclose you-”

She gave a salacious wink. Bella stuck her tongue out at her. Sara clucked her tongue. “Come on, Bellita, I'm the one who's doing that…” She gestured meaningfully at her reptilian suit. “Well, you know. Okay, let's do it at the same time.”

Sara picked up her suit by the back of the neck and, with her free hand, pulled the mouth open. The long forked tongue flopped out, and Sara gave Bella a meaningful look, letting her own pink tongue flick out slightly to wet her lips. “Mmmm.”

Bella stifled a laugh. “Quiet and start dressing already. See, look, I’ll do the same-” She lifted the suit, letting the slit in the back droop open. She shot a look at Sara, who was pulling open the back of her own costume. They nodded at each other.

Bella lifted her bare leg and slid it into the slit, down, down. The warmth of the wet, flesh-like insides was more than familiar now, and she shivered a little with pleasure. Her foot plunged down the sleeve of an unnaturally pale leg, until her toes met the slightly less padded bottom of the Seraph’s foot. Bella wiggled her toes, letting them slide into their respective webbed digits. Once her foot was secure in its mushy cradle, Bella reached down with one hand and pulled the Seraph’s leg up her calf, her thigh, letting the tight wetness slide up her skin like a creeping maw- letting the Queen consume her old identity and remake her, inch by inch. She shivered, despite the heat clinging to her left leg, and let out a soft moan, quickly fumbling to let her other leg slip in. She pulled her knee to her chest, then forced her right foot deep into the depths of the Seraph’s insides, letting it dive down the channel until her foot rested comfortably in the suit’s embrace. Bella closed her eyes. Pulled. The quiet sucking sound as the smooth skin went over her own, hot, steam brushing up the inside of her thigh to gently cup and tickle her crotch.

Bella opened her eyes again. Now the suit was almost pulled up to her crotch. She reached for the two inserts, pressing them into herself. They felt like squirming brands of fire, tendrils in the dark, spearing into her very being. Bella gasped, writhing a little. Her chest rose and fell, belly rippling as she gyrated unconsciously to let the invaders penetrate her more deeply-

And now the suit was up to her waist. Her knees were weak from the pleasure that flowed up and down her body, and she had to gather up the weight of the remaining costume around her midsection while she paused and breathed heavily. Bella took a few uncertain steps back, still reeling, and belatedly looked at Sara.

She had moved a little faster than Bella, and already had one entire arm enclosed in the dark green scales of her new persona. Sara ran her newly transformed hand down her stomach, up her shapely leg, brushing at her pre-lubricated snatch. Her eyes glinted at Bella. “Maybe she'll be Sevestra, an assassin from a race of serpentine humanoids... called the Tsessi…” Sara casually let her other hand slide into the depths of her suit, and Bella watched as the faint impression of her arm travelled under the scaly skin and gradually filled up the other sleeve, which had been hanging lifelessly at her side. Two identical green hands with talon-like fingers moved up to unsubtly adjust the large breasts that now hung at Sara's chest, covering her own modest cleavage under a well-gifted snakelike underside the color of bone. Bella's eyes drifted as hips shifted from side to side, hands running down to a large slit that ran down from the belly button and underneath Sara's crotch, green scales abruptly revealing shiny pink flesh and a puckered cunt. Sara met Bella's eyes and grinned, turning to reveal her backside. The pink valley carved into the green skin traced its way up between the cheeks of her ass, and Sara pushed her butt out at Bella and pulled her cheeks back to reveal a vulnerable-looking asshole.

“I…” Bella stammered. The heat at her own crotch and rectum seemed to double, and her awareness of the inserts stuffed deep inside her acutely intensified. “Oh wow.”

Sara looked over her shoulder back at Bella. “Come on, pretty,” she said teasingly. “Don’t just stand there…”

Bella shook her head in an effort to clear it, still blushing, and with some effort turned her attention back to her suit. She mimicked Sara, sliding her left arm in first. The insides slipped and rubbed past her hand, unctuous, and Bella felt another shiver run like teasing fingertips up her spine. Deeper- the scent of the suit hit Bella for the first time, an unexpected but nonetheless heady aroma similar to the smell of coconut soap and latex. Bella drew in a shuddering breath as her hand filled in, fingers wriggling, the inserts at her anus and clit pulsating. The other arm- right hand pushing past the warm, wet flesh. The hollow Seraph arm filled out, taking on shape and becoming a sinuous, living thing, turning at her every command, a foreign limb at her mercy. Bella used her new, bone-white hands to pull the suit’s breasts at her front up and over her own, letting them fill out the generously padded cavities. And there. Now she was up to her neck in the suit- unrecognizable from the collarbone down.

Bella met Sara’s gaze again. Saw her hunger mirrored in Sara’s eyes. Hunger for form, hunger for the withdrawal of an identity into the guise of another, hunger to become someone or something else, a sensual thing, an exotic thing, one so alien and yet familiar at the same time. The desire that curled Sara’s lips beat in Bella’s heart, too, the shuddering curiosity and overwhelming pleasure of catching a glimpse of something gutturally unknown in the mirror, a reflection of a stranger, and recognizing the movements to be her own. It was the paradox that blossomed into waves of gently running whispers down to Bella’s crotch and up to her head, the paradox of seeing a scaly reptilian femme fatale and knowing it was her own excitable Sara underneath, plugged and-

Soon to be gagged. Sara’s eyes went down to the false face hanging at her chest, supported at an angle by her new, generously proportioned breasts. Her eyes went up to Bella. “Shall we?”

“Contacts and earpieces,” Bella said.

“Right,” Sara said. Bella nodded, and reached to the bedside drawer and opened the contacts case, fishing out the pale blue contacts that she would use to see out of the suit’s new eyes. She reached up gingerly. With her free hand, she gently pulled her eyelid back, flinching a little at the frigid touch of her new hands on her bare face. Carefully, carefully. Bella blinked, a little disoriented from seeing the world tinted blue out of one eye and colored normally out of the other. The sensation didn’t last long, however- Bella quickly went to the other contact, slid it in under her eyelid. Blink.

On the other side of the room, Sara looked up with red-tinted eyes that now looked a dark purple. “Good? Wow. That’s… weird. Okay! Let’s get the earbuds!”

Bella placed the contacts case to the side, and picked up her earplugs to look at them more closely. “These seem… different.”

“Maybe they’re made out of the same material as the suits,” Sara guessed. “Feels like it. Maybe a little pliable.” She squeezed one of the earplugs and gasped. “Oh no! I crushed it!”

Bella walked over with some difficulty, enduring the sensual rubbing of her two inserts, and looked down at Sara’s hand. The earplug was flattened on one end- Sara had pinched it, probably, and the material had given way. Bella squinted, trying to ignore the bluish tint everything had. “Wait- it looks like it’s rising again-” She prodded the earplug with a pale finger. “Maybe it’s supposed to be compressed, and it re-inflates inside of your ear. You know, so it’s fitted securely in the ear canal-”

Sara bent down. Her hair brushed the side of Bella’s face. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed into Bella’s ear. “Whew.”

Bella looked up slowly, and noticed how close Sara was. Her girlfriend was studying her face, the ghost of a smile flitting at the corner of her mouth. Bella unpurposefully swallowed. “Oh hi.”

Sara raised a scaly hand and ran a talon down Bella’s face. Then she bent forward and kissed her nose, ever so softly, like the fleeting touch of a raindrop. “Bellita…”

She booped Bella on the nose, right on the kiss, with her pinkie. Then she hugged Bella, snaking in to whisper into Bella’s ear again. “I can’t wait,” Sara said quietly, “To see your pretty face disappear under that Seraph mask…” She ran a hand down Bella’s front, then suddenly reached down and drove a finger into her new vagina. Bella drew in a sharp breath. “...And for me to eat you out with my new tongues…” Sara withdrew suddenly, an innocent smile framed on her face. “I mean, what?”

“Tongues?” Bella gasped, still feeling the waves of pleasure wash through her.

“You must be hearing things, Bellita,” Sara said dismissively. “C’mon, let’s get those earbuds in. Maybe that’ll help…” She held up the earplug, which had by then resumed its original shape, squished it again, and stuffed it into her ear. Bella stumbled back, waddling carefully, and picked up her own earbuds. She took one and pressed on it, squishing one end between her finger and thumb. Then she reached up and inserted it into her ear, and repeated the process with the other ear. Sound slowly faded away, like an ocean being left behind, until Bella could hear only her own breathing and heartbeats.

Sara had finished before her, and was already pulling up the mask like a reversed hood. Bella caught a last glimpse of her face- her eyes closed in bliss- before the angular snake alien's face rose up and hid it from view. Sara reached to the mouth and seemed to gag for a second, pushing hard on the lips- and the mould underneath, Bella knew, the fleshy gag that would envelop her entire mouth, her tongue, her gums, her teeth… a taloned hand wriggled the slitted nose of the still-empty face, probably in an effort to better seat the nostril tubes inside the suit's host. A few confused seconds of fumbling, and then she grabbed and pushed at her face, pulling the black braided scalp over and down the back of her head. A wet, slurping sound resonated from the head- Bella surmised the suit had sealed itself at the back- and the reptilian figure staggered back a few steps, head thrown back, eyes staring lifelessly ahead, until-

“Mrgphhh!”

The figure clutched at its face, its tits, its crotch, writhing as thousands of microscopic hooks attached the suit to the nervous system of the wearer. “Mrgh- mrghphhhhhhahhh, oh-” Eyes blinked, yellow and slitted, and she exhaled wetly. “Oh- ahhhh…”

She looked at Bella. Straight at her. A cold, imperious gaze. “Well? What are you waiting for?” a husky, female voice said- nearly an octave lower than Sara's recognizable chirp. “Go on.”

Bella blinked. Transfixed. At the creature that wasn’t Sara. But slowly she tore herself away from the sight and felt at the mask hanging from her neck. The new face that would similarly transform herself into something alien, a remote manifestation, a removed entity of sinuous flesh that would seem so distant from Bella but at the same instant… would be Bella.

It would be her face, this alien visage with its horrible maw and keen, pupil-less eyes. It would be her staring out with its green gaze, tasting the air with its slavering jaw and moaning in its dulcet,strange tones. Bella sivered, running a hand down her own face. Cold. Unfamiliar hands- hers, but not hers-

Bella grasped the mask firmly. The slit running down the back of the mask was jagged, swerving around the roots of the heavy tentacle hair. With that being said, the slit was still generally vertical and Bella had little trouble opening the mask wide enough to slide her head in.

She paused and looked at the interior of the mask, examining it thoughtfully. There were protrusions lining the molded interior- along with the dips and curves where the mask would closely adhere to her face’s cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, and- well- everywhere else, this false face also came equipped with form-fitted inner extensions that would serve to gag and invade her own face. An oddly shaped mouthpiece that would completely encase her teeth and tongue, snugly as a glove, was accompanied by two tubular nose inserts made of some sort of rubber material that smoothly transitioned from the rest of the flesh that looked like menacing straws. By putting on this mask, the final touch to this utter transformation, Bella would allow the Queen Seraph to conquer her physically, as well as assert itself over her very identity and existence.

Bella looked over at Sara, who had already submitted herself to be consumed by the guise of Sevestra. The assassin. Glinting, hungry eyes, a sensuous body moving sinuously like the waves on a faraway sea. She approached- Sevestra approached. Not Sara. Sevestra.

Sevestra hissed slightly, letting her forked tongue flick out and taste the air. “You’re hesitating, little morsel. Shall I… assist?” She placed a finger under Bella’s chin and lifted her face up. Bella looked into those gold eyes, entranced, mouth agape ever so slightly. “...”

An impatient sneer flashed across Sevestra’s predatory face, and she hissed louder. “Lovely of you to ask…” Her hands suddenly were at the mask, pulling it out of Bella’s grip- she struggled, confused, taken aback by the suddenness and the force, but Sevestra had already closed the distance, was already there. Her head was forced forward, the mask pulled around her, and the last thing Bella saw was the fuzzy light from the microperforations punched into the ends of the nostril inserts. Then it was darkness, like night drawing upon her, and her breath was loud and hot and uncomfortable across her face. A large, fleshy mass knocked at her lips, and a sudden force drove the whole thing into her mouth, where the prior lubrication allowed the thing to simply pop into place. Bella tried to protest, but her complaints came out as muffled grunts as a tight warm sleeve drew over her tongue, making it harder for her to move it and nigh impossible to speak at all. As she gurgled, the nostril tubes were pushed into her nose. At first, they were misaligned, and Bella felt the thick protrusions slide up the bridge of her nose- but on the second try, Sevestra’s aim was true, and the tubes were jammed unceremoniously up her nasal passages. Since the Seraph had only a smooth bump where the nose would be on a human, Bella’s first breath through her new alien face was drawn through minute microscopic holes in the bump. It was laborious, trying to suck in such a restrained breath, and it immediately intensified the sense of claustrophobia that Bella felt. Instinctively, Bella attempted to open her thickly coated mouth, but the gag was micro-perforated too- the moist breath she managed to force through was moist and shallow.

“Having trouble?” Sevestra’s voice was delighted. “So now you know how Sara is feeling right now, little morsel. It’s… delicious, to feel you struggle under my fingertips, trying to rebel against the embrace of your new identity… but there is no escape…”

The rest of the mask was pushed tightly onto Bella’s face, squelching and lying heavily like a swollen, wet, living blanket. Bella squirmed but Sevestra’s grip was like iron- the mask’s back was drawn behind her head, and she could feel the suit knitting itself back together- stitching her in, entombing her, enclosing her. Bella gave one last moan as the mask tightened- clenching onto her head, pressing hard and pushing in like a vice- and gaped with her muted mouth, unable to see, unable to feel or hear anything except the suit closing in around her-

The pain, like little bites, little nibbles at her skin- the suit was contracting around her, inserting little microscopic tendrils into her pores, tapping into her neural system. A wave of bliss soared across both her skins- both!- And suddenly, blinding light. Bella blinked through her new eyes, seeing Sevestra’s lean stare, and moaned once more, but this time in a breathy tone that didn’t belong to her. Simultaneously, Bella became aware of dozens of writhing tentacles, the weight at the back of her head somehow gone as the suit supported its own imbalance of mass, but a new sensation available- the sensation of being able to control her fan of tentacle hair, individually, like a legion of limbs.

Bella smiled and let the tentacles wreathe around her head, then spread out like a fan of shimmying, pallid, slimy spokes. It was exhilarating, the amount of power simply having control over more limbs afforded. Bella made a tentacle curl around her face and trace her curved lips.

“You said you wanted to get the backstory straight? Make the Seraphs real, agree on a context- Well, let’s do that… set up the holoprojector… then let’s start our, hm, session...”

---

Etha, Queen of all Seraphs, reclined easily on her curved throne. The huge, empty chamber echoed as she tapped the armrest with her fingers. Her hair was draped over her shoulders and moved restlessly, like a dozen playful boa constrictors.

She pondered, taking in a soft breath and slowly running a tongue over her lips. A trail of saliva trickled down her chin, and Etha wiped it away with a hand, examining her wet finger before slowly sucking on it with her terrible maw. Her eyes were distant. The war with the humans went well- they put up an extraordinary fight, for the mere insects that they were, and Etha was almost inclined to arrange for their enslavement, just to keep a few around for her own amusement. Who knew? Perhaps she could experiment on them, engineer them into her own personal weapons. The humans’ hardiness would provide the perfect base template for a relentless predator-

A cold talon, razor sharp, interrupted her musings. Etha let her gaze drift down to the hand, the clawed thumb of which was now gently probing her lips, the other four claws caressing and tickling her bare throat. Etha gulped, feeling suddenly… vulnerable.

Then a face. The seraph saw it out of the corner of her eyes at first, but the figure was walking around from where she had been hidden, behind Etha’s throne, to confront her face-to-face. Etha drew a sharp- but oddly restrained- breath. A Tsessi assassin? How long had she been hiding behind Etha’s throne? Had she been there from the very moment Etha had walked in…?

“Your… highness…” A silky, rich voice trailed out through the air. The serpentine woman was completely nude, uncomfortably close- and her yellow eyes contained a sort of hunger that Etha felt afraid to discover more about. “I finally have… this opportunity…”

“...to meet you in the flesh!”

With bestial strength, the Tsessi woman pulled Etha out from her throne and cast her sprawling onto the floor. Etha scrambled to all fours, tentacles writhing in alarm, before the assassin was on her again, flipping her around and sliding on top of her. She planted her groin- an ugly, pink gash in her otherwise uninterrupted scaly skin- onto Etha’s own wet slit, rubbing herself onto the seraph furiously. “I adore this,” the assassin hissed, “the helplessness of the monarch of one of the mightiest militaries in the galaxy, the tenderness of your flesh…” A smile, full of needle-like teeth. “I, Sevestra, strongest of the warriors of the Tsessi, will enjoy making you my snack… would you ever kiss a snake?”

Etha shuddered as something slippery and agile suddenly penetrated her from below. It drew shallowly into her, invading her, teasing her, before diving deeply in and writhing like a living eel at her cervix. “Pagan monster,” she managed to say, hoarsely, before the Tsessi- Sevestra- grabbed her by the face and kissed- hard. A long tongue slithered in between Etha’s lips, filling it completely, tearing away her control over her own mouth. A tongue! Etha marvelled at a memory she technically didn’t possess. That was what she had meant- there were two tongues! One was in her mouth, and the other was in her pussy. Etha groaned, and Sevestra only huffed in muffled laughter, still gnawing hungrily at Etha’s mouth. Etha stared into Sevestra’s unflinching eyes, which were wide open and intent on her, and furrowed her brow in concentration-

Her tentacles leapt into action, like a flurry around her head. Long living whips flayed around and grappled the Tsessi, running across her nude, curvaceous body and slowly looping- entrapping. A tentacle went to Sevestra’s rear, and Etha saw her attacker finally blink in surprise as her anus was invaded. Another tentacle squirmed down to Sevestra’s crotch, pushing past the tongue that was already deep inside of Etha to penetrate Sevestra’s own sanctity.

Etha could now see the surprise in Sevestra’s eyes, and she made as if to pull back. Etha didn’t let her. She shot pulled her arms out from under Sevestra’s toned, heaving body, where they had been pinned, and with one hand pulled Sevestra sharply back into the warring kiss. The other hand went to Sevestra’s breasts, where Etha began to rub and grab furiously, pushing the alien forward further and further towards defeat. The struggle continued, with them grappling and struggling and being invaded- but slowly the tempo increased, and instead of fighting the tempo became more sexual, more hungry, more lustful, as the sensations assaulting the both of them came to a crescendo, and Bella- no, Etha- pushed a tentacle into her own rear and sighed into Sara’s mouth, no, Sevestra, it was Sevestra, and the bliss, colors, warmth, racing flavors and everything accelerating and swooping touch and-

Climax. Sevestra buckled on top of Etha, while Etha simply shuddered, tremoring. Then the shaking faded away, and they soon sat on top of each other, limply, still attached at all orifices, still connected, still hot in the afterglow. Sevestra pulled back out of Etha’s now-weak grasp, out of the all-consuming kiss, looking warmly at her. Etha stared into Sevestra’s unrecognizable eyes and saw something infinitely human and familiar in them.

They bent forward to kiss again, but this time it was done tenderly. Bella felt the flick of a forked tongue through the thick gag in her mouth, and smiled with her glassy eyes as much as she could to Sara, who loved her, even through her mask and the mask Bella was wearing.

And then they laid there some more. Breathed. Still connected.