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Keyword Destiny: Postscripts	By : Kereliah Category: +G through L > Invader Zim Views: 2219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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5. Lagnolalia
Tak speaking
The child had a number of strange sexual tastes, as I discovered throughout the early years of my relationship with her. Simple human mating was never enough for her. And it wasn't just the junkyard apparatus, or my ship's buffer heads, or even her proclivity for putting her mouth in unsanitary places – when we moved onto the Massive and her resources were unlimited, she revealed the true depths of her deviancy.
She would laser-cuff me to our bed and blindfold me with her undergarments, so that I couldn't see what she was doing to me or stop her from doing it. She would pleasure me in the morning with a thumb-length capsule that vibrated when she activated it, and coax me into enduring it under my gown throughout the day. She would want to perform her mating rituals in conspicuous places on the Massive, or pretending we were other people, or in front of a video camera; I'm sure the service drones wondered why she was sending out for icing and sprinkles so late at night.
But all of that took time, and preparation. She simply didn't have the freedom to torment me as often as she'd probably have liked. What she could do, whenever and wherever the mood struck her, was engage in lagnolalia – as she termed it, 'dirty talk.'
She did it near-constantly, but I'm thinking of one particular occasion. It was a day during that brief golden age between my ascension to the throne and Vix's birth, when she neither had to crouch down to speak to me nor shout over the shrieking larva in her arms. She had been away for awhile, on a mission with her fleet, and she returned that morning swimming with pent-up sexual energy; the moment I saw her, I could see it on her face.
"Hey, Sticky!" she greeted me on the bridge, plopping herself down in my lap. Even if her rather…amorous aura hadn't clued me in to her intentions, the way she straddled me in my lounger, grabbing my face to kiss me hard, left no doubt as to what she was after. "I missed the hell out of you."
"Did the mission go well?"
"Oh, sure. Kicked some ass, took some names. Had a victory pizza party. Same old same old." She grinned and leaned in close to me, speaking quietly enough that the bridge crew wouldn't hear. "So let's just cut to the chase here, 'kay? I'm horny as fuck. What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing right now. I'm working, child, and what's more, it's only late morning. I'm not going to waste the day holed up in our bedroom just because you're—ugh, horny."
"Aw, lighten up," she wheedled. "It doesn't have to be all day. How about just an hour?"
"No."
"Half an hour?"
"No!" I snapped, my patience at its end. "Learn to control your desires, child, or I'll have to find another assignment for your fleet just to get you out of my antennae."
"Fine. But just so you know, if you make me wait 'til tonight, I'll only be twice as eager to ravish you like the heroine in a bodice-ripper, and you're going to be walking funny in the morning." Looping her arms around my shoulders, she rested her head in the crook of my neck, her breath warming my skin through the thin silk of my gown.
"You can't tell me you didn't miss me even a little bit," she said, her voice low and her smile audible. "I mean, it's been so long…and I know how you get so lonely, and start itching for me to take care of you. And I know you won't do it yourself, either. I wish you would – I wish I could think about you doing it, when we're apart, because it'd be so fucking hot – but I know you won't."
She sighed and dismounted, tossing her hair over one shoulder as she rose to her feet. "But maybe that's for the best. This way, by the time you let me get a piece of you, you'll want it so bad you'll be soaking through your gown."
With a short spurt of laughter, she sauntered off the bridge, tweaking one of my antennae on the way. "See you around, Sticky."
And see her I did. Repeatedly. The first time was an hour or two later, in the early afternoon. I was on the main deck, discussing some article of business with a senior crew member who had stopped me on my way to the hollow interface room, when she ever so conveniently happened to be strolling by. When the crew drone and I finished our conversation, she stood beside me watching him march off across the deck.
"How's it going?" she began.
"Fine. But it would be going a good deal more quickly if you would cease pestering me."
"Jesus, Sticky. Why do you have to be so mean?" Slipping around behind me, she slid her arms around my waist, rising to the tips of her toes to nuzzle her nose into my neck. "It's okay," she purred, "I understand. You're just tense 'cause you need to get laid. I could fix that for you, you know."
"I already told you no!"
"Okay, okay. I just hope these poor, put-upon crew monkeys don't come crying to me when you're having them exiled for over-buttering your popcorn, all because you wouldn't let me help you relax." Her arms snaked a little further around me, her embrace growing a little tighter, her voice becoming a little softer.
"I hate seeing you on edge. You're walking around with your hands in fists, all your muscles bunched up under your gown, and all I want to do is loosen you up. Run my hands over your skin and feel the tension melt under my palms, stroke your antennae until you're squirming for me to move on. I want to get inside you and watch you go to pieces—fuck you standing up against the wall, so that I can feel your knees turn to jelly when I hit your sweet spot."
I forced out a hard huff of breath, just then realizing I'd been holding it. "If I am tense, child," I grumbled, jerking away from her, "it's only because you keep harassing me."
Later, when I'd actually made it to the hollow interface room, I stood on a hoverdisc organizing files on the touchscreen when a shaft of light cut across the floor. I heard the sound of the doors closing and a second hoverdisc being activated, and few seconds later, there she stood again.
I frowned at her. "What is it now?"
"Hey, I'm here on official business," she defended herself. "I was just moseying down the hallway, minding my own beeswax, when I bumped into one of the crew monkeys heading here. He had something he was supposed to bring you, and I was going this way anyway, so I decided to be a good citizen and take the job off his hands. One hundred percent innocent. Can't you see the halo above my head?"
"All right. Where is it?"
She cocked her head at me. "Where is what?"
"The thing he was bringing me. Where is it?"
She paused and made a great show of looking all around her, as if the object of her imaginary errand might be floating in the empty space surrounding our hoverdiscs. "Oh, how silly of me," she said, with a generous helping of false remorse. "I've gone and forgotten it. I must have dropped it on the way here, and I guess I was so distracted I didn't even notice."
"That is rather silly of you, isn't it? I suppose you'd better leave and go track it down."
"I get so easily distracted when I'm horny, don't you?" she went on, pretending she hadn't heard me. A smile crept across her face and she began to speak more slowly, her voice acquiring the sensuality of a body draping itself over a chaise. "Do you know I can't even remember what it was he gave me? All I can think about is making it to the end of today, when I can get you out of that gown and facedown on our bed.
"Of course, then I start thinking about whether that's really how I want to have you. Maybe I'd rather do it with your legs on my shoulders, so that I can see the look on your face when I slide in all the way. Or spooning, so that I can hold you against me, and feel you twitching and shuddering. Or maybe even with you on top for a change, so that I can watch the sweat glisten on your skin while you ride me.
"But then I get to thinking that I should hold off on the strap-on, and let you pop a few off with a vibrator first. One of those little eggs, so that I can just hold it where you like it best and make you nearly cry from the pleasure. God knows you have some sweet crises with those eggs. Here, I know, why don't you help me decide – out of all that, what sounds most appealing to you?"
For a moment, I just blinked at her, absolutely incapable of forming anything approximating words. Then, I unsheathed one long limb from my pak, and in a flash of silver, reached over and deactivated her hoverdisc.
As it plummeted to the floor, through not even close to enough space to knock the sadistic streak out of her, I wet my mouth and tried to shift my thoughts back to my work. She hadn't even touched me, and I was—I was—well, the body has certain preprogrammed responses to stimuli, doesn't it? Physical and otherwise?
It wasn't my fault if hearing her speak so indecently flipped a switch inside of me, and I suddenly felt…ready, in the sense she had been speaking of when she said I would be soaking through my gown.
Not that it was that bad. Yet.
When the child showed up at one of the Massive's labs late that afternoon, I made a mental note to demote Rel back to service drone for giving her my schedule. I already had to actively push thoughts of her from my head just to get so much as a scrap of work done; when she waltzed up to my workstation, I gave up on the project I'd been tinkering with altogether.
"Whatcha working on?" she said casually.
I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut. "Go away."
"Hey, what's wrong with you? I'm just trying to make conversation. What, I can't make a little conversation with my favorite person in the universe?"
"I said, go awa—"
All at once, the breath exploded out of me, as she grabbed me by the shoulder and slammed me up against the wall. Choking out something that was almost a protest, I glanced around for the lab technicians whose presence should have deterred her, only to find that the sheer force of her lust had apparently vaporized them all.
"Come on," she breathed hotly half an inch from my face, grinding one of her legs between mine. "I know you want to. You're wet just thinking about it, aren't you? I can tell. You want me inside you so bad it hurts.
"You know, if you would just give me half an hour—even fifteen minutes—you would feel so much better. You could make the most of the rest of your day. We could do it right here, right now – nobody's around. I could make you feel so good, Sticky, if you would just admit you want me to."
I felt a powerful (more than powerful – almost impossible to refuse) urge to just give in then. Let her hitch up my skirt and make good on her promises, right there, right then, just to shed the crushing weight of this desire. I came within a thread's width of letting my lips part just a little bit, knowing she would take it as an invitation to kiss me, and from there it would all be a quick, slick downhill slide.
But I didn't, because this was about bigger things than desire. Because even if I was about as productive as I'd have been locked in coitus with her, even if I was only prolonging my own agony, I would not – could not – let her win.
"Have you no ears, child?" I hissed, shoving her off of me. "I ordered you to remove yourself from my presence. Now go away!"
By the time evening rolled around, I had gotten to thinking that maybe if I just kept moving – if I didn't stay in any one place more than a few minutes, or go anywhere where there was the slightest chance that I'd be left alone – I would be able to avoid her. Which, like every other move I'd made against her in my life, failed completely.
Striding down a corridor with a tablet-clutching crew drone, dictating notes for a videoconference scheduled to begin in ten minutes, I nearly tripped over my own feet when the child materialized beside me, effortlessly keeping pace with my attendant and I.
"Hi there," she said, grinning.
"Leave me alone," I said under my breath. "I'm busy." Thinking she might get the message if I ignored her, I shifted my attention back to the crew drone, ordering, "Read those notes back to me. I want to be sure you've got them right."
"Yes, my Tallest," he said. "First on the list of new business is reviewing the reports prepared by the sub-committees of the Recreation Council, and issuing the appropriate sanctions for construction in the—"
"So you know what I'm going to say," Gaz broke in from my other side, lowering her voice so as to distract me from what the crew drone was saying without her words slipping into his range. He went on rattling off my notes as she whispered to me, snatches of new business interspersed with her lascivious murmurs. "And you know what you can do to shut me up right now."
"—Justice council is requesting that you issue a final verdict on war crimes cases 16, 122, and 400, as their superior judges have been unable to reach a consensus—"
"You know you won't be able to pay attention in that conference. You'll be sitting there listening to Minister Fuckbucket argue with Councillor Assclown, bored out of your mind, wishing you were on your back in our bed with me between your legs, French-kissing your pretty little—"
"—unhappy with the reforms instituted in the Znik system, so they've appointed a commission to—"
"—crushing your hips against mine, gasping with every thrust that hits home, moaning I can't, I can't even though you're aching to—"
"—is planning on resigning as administrator of Sector 41 next term, due to friction with her subordinate directors, and you'll have to approve the replacement elected by the Interior Relations Council before—"
"—all the way inside you, filling you up so fucking good, bringing you to crisis again and again until there's nothing left in you but the sweet certainty that no one in the universe knows how to break you down like me—"
"—missing a file in the orientation packet—”
"—fuck you 'til you can't remember your own name—"
"—meeting with the Minister of—"
"—anything just so I won't stop—"
"—my Tallest—"
"—Sticky—"
"SHUT UP!" I finally shouted, halting in the middle of the corridor. "Just shut up, both of you! Nanasrayflah, I can't hear myself think!"
Turning to the crew drone, I snapped, "Either postpone the videoconference or find someone else to run it, because I'm striking it from my schedule as of now. Any Councillor who complains is fired immediately. Go!"
As he hurried off down the hallway, I whirled on the child, who was wearing a smile so satisfied I almost called my attendant back to retract my orders—almost. By that point, the orders my body was giving my brain had blown every other fuse inside me, and I looked her in the eyes and growled, "As for you, child—"
"Here or our bedroom?" she cut in coolly.
I could feel my cheeks flame. "Our bedroom, of course," I muttered. "What do you think I am, some kind of animaaaAAHL—!"
Before I could finish my sentence, she had grabbed my wrist and was dashing down the corridor towards our bedroom, me stumbling over my gown-tails in tow. When we got there, she dragged me in, the doors slid shut behind us, and—well. That, as they say, was that.
About an hour later, we lay sprawled, bruised and panting, on our bed. My skin was pocked with semicircular bite marks, turning dark green as they filled with blood. The bedclothes beneath me were damp with sweat and other…err, secretions. A few inches away from me, the child's chest was heaving, her eyelids sagging, her prosthetic phallus jutting towards the ceiling.
She'd flopped down on the bed the second after her climax, as the neural manipulator in the apparatus powered down, and evidently she was too exhausted to unbuckle it. I'd have snorted at the sight, if I'd had the strength to make a noise. As it was, I could sympathize with her: all I could do was lie there, trying to catch my breath, awash in the exquisite sensation she called afterglow.
"So," she said after awhile, still sounding a bit breathless. "What have we learned?"
It took me several seconds to bring even one word forth from the smoking wreck of my mind, shattered wholesale when my crisis struck me like a sledgehammer. "What?"
"Next time I come home from a mission," she purred, rolling over to sling an arm around me, the semi-soft silicone of her apparatus squishing against my thigh, "are you going to have your schedule cleared and ready for me, or are we going to have to go through this all over again?"
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. "It's hard to say. Depending on when you embark on your next mission, I may be simply too busy to clear my schedule for your return, no matter how much I'd like to. For the next couple of weeks, I plan to devote the bulk of my energy to finding a cure for lagnolalia."
"Which is?"
"A disease," I sighed. "A terrible disease that's unstoppable once contracted, and capable of bringing great rulers to their knees."
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