Sweet Venom Arc 03 Ch. 14

"I know, I know. Plasia's given us more questions than answers apparently..."

Moltezz leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Leech's pupils. The toxic Controller suddenly became distinctly aware of a soft clinking in the background, emanating from Moltezz's psyonic enhancer which she had been wearing during their attack. It was currently cooling down on a rack mounted on the far wall. Despite having been removed nearly a day ago now, its black metallic frame was still glowing with heat, and was scolding to the touch.

"Did Plasia give you anything useful? Does she know anything?"

Leech froze as a barrage of thoughts shot through her mind. Ink immediately spotted the change in her demeanour. Confusion and jealousy briefly flickered across her face.

Shit... If I tell her that the DA potentially has Diego, she's gonna march us straight to our doom to try and find him! But I can't not tell her because she'll know I'm lying! FUCK! Plasia's right, I am a terrible liar. UGH! Please don't shoot my other arm off, you overgrown fireplace.

"She... did. But I'm not sure what I think of it."

"I could always speak to her." Moltezz's smile curled just enough to show her fangs. "You know I'm exceptional at getting the truth out of people."

"No - no. That won't be necessary. She's barely alive as it is, and I don't want your spicy ass wandering in and working her up even more..." Leech sighed, defeated for now. "She seemed to think that the DA weren't after us at all. At least, not at first."

"And why does she think that?" Moltezz's stare intensified, draining the light from the room as the glow of her eyes dominated Leech's vision.

"She... thinks they were after Diego. She doesn't know why -"

Moltezz's shoulders visibly clenched, her eyes wicked with fury. She bolted up from her throne and spun to face the windows behind her, glaring out in the direction of DA space.

"- IF THEY HAVE SO MUCH AS TOUCHED A SCALE ON MY PRINCE, I WILL INCINERATE THEIR EVERY LAST COLONY TO THE GROUND!"

The ground beneath her feet began to glow amber, her dreadlocks were floating in the heat that was suddenly rising from around her.

"Moltezz, I get it, but we need to be smart here?" Leech suggested, somewhat sheepishly. "We just committed an act of war, and I don't think barging straight back into DA space to pick a fight at random is a good idea."

Moltezz spun around again, half-growling with every furious breath she took, but as her eyes narrowed on Leech, she nodded and returned to her throne. She was still visibly furious, but seemingly able to take on Leech's advice.

"Fine. What do you suggest?"

"The DA is a big place, and we don't stand a chance just manually searching. After speaking with Plasia, I think the person who sabotaged her at Barru X was the same dude who anchor-stoned out of my lab in the dungeon... Say, you were there right? In the dungeon?"

"Yes. I was the one who splattered that filth across our floors."

"Did you catch sight of the last guy?"

"No. I did hear his voice however." Slowly, the heat around Moltezz began to fade. Leech couldn't help but notice that the gentle clinking of Moltezz's psyonic equipment seemed to be intensifying as her temper calmed.

"Do me a favour will you? Have a quick look through Mook's memories, and see if anyone she met on the XITD station matches his voice?"

Moltezz huffed in protest, but did as she was asked. She settled back into her throne, and after a few seconds of intense silence, she continued.

"Hmm. Found him. Mook knew him as Scyler? He was a XITD employee. It was him in your lab. So, you think he also attacked Plasia here, and had something to do with Diego's disappearance?"

"Shit... I think I do... I need to talk to Mook. Plasia said she was given equipment that was rigged with a vial of my goo, and that anchor-stoning asshole was the only one who could have taken product from my lab before it was incinerated."

"So, what next?" Moltezz mused, ignoring Leech's jab at her.

"Well, Ink managed to haul back around four tonnes of servers from the XITD space station, there has to be something useful in there." The giant Controller did a subtle flex in the background, rolling her muscular shoulders. "I reckon that Scyler guy is the key to finding out what's going on with your... prince."

"Then rest. Recover and begin excavating the data when your mind is focused. But don't take too long." Moltezz stood from her throne, taking a slow, long breath. Her exhale warmed the room considerably, but she looked visibly more relaxed. "I will allow Plasia some time to heal before we begin her behavioural corrections. I have not forgotten her direct betrayal of us, and I will ensure she will not attempt anything of the sort again. Notify me when you think she can take the heat."

As Moltezz strode towards the door, Leech slowly took her place at the window, staring out as to hide her expression from the Molten Mistress.

"Sure... Just... maybe go easy on her? She's spent the last six months being tortured on the daily by the DA, maybe the 'Seeth treatment' isn't the right way to win her back?"

"Please, Leech. I don't tell you how to operate your lab or conduct research. I would appreciate the same level of trust when it comes to instilling obedience. She may not require any breaking in, but she needs to be punished, first and foremost. Irrespective of any correction, I have a score to settle. Like it or not, that mopey layabout is heavily responsible for us losing my prince."

"Gotta get your pound of flesh, huh? Fine. But if I give her to you and find her head on a pike, I'll be fucking pissed. We did not drag her back here just to kill her ourselves..."

"I'm not going to kill her, Leech. I'm not wasteful. You think me a savage of some sort? A barbarian?" As always, Moltezz's tone was full of self-confidence. "No, I'm just going to set things straight and get her on board. The right amount of heat and pressure can mould anything -"

"- Oh my god, the head! I forgot the head!" Leech suddenly pressed her palm dramatically against the window. She stared wistfully out of the large bay windows, deep into the depths of space, in the direction the DA's space station had once stood.

Ink looked over at her and stared quizzically. Moltezz rolled her eyes, but paused in the doorway and glanced back.

"What? What head? What are you on about now?"

"The head! My Slave head! I put it down when I went to get Plasia out of the E-Lab, and I just left it there..." Leech's voice trailed off, and her toxic green eyes creased at the corners, and almost seemed to go glassy... Of course, it might have just been the room's bright LED lighting, glinting off of her reflection.

"Sure you didn't leave your own head behind, too?" Moltezz muttered, raising an eyebrow at Ink. Ink didn't say anything, but couldn't help but glance back and meet her gaze. Her eyebrows furrowed with a very slight concern as Leech raised her arm in a slow, long salute. Moltezz sighed.

"Right, well, I'll leave you to it, whatever it is... I want an update on Plasia's condition first thing in the morning!" And with her words still echoing around the room, Moltezz flicked her dreadlocks dramatically over her shoulder and waltzed out the room. Once her footsteps had faded down the hallway, Ink stood slowly from her chair, pushed it aside and leant back against the table.

"Are you... doing okay there? You seem a little out of sorts."

"Out of... what d'you mean?"

"I mean... you're normally crazy, I'm used to crazy, in fact I absolutely love your crazy..." Ink started to babble nervously as she watched Leech's eyes in the reflection of the window narrow at her. "It's just that... well... since we've got back, you've spent all your time with Plasia which I get, I know, she did almost die yesterday, but..." Her mouth was running before her brain had even had a chance to start trying to process what was coming out of it, and Leech's stare was only getting more intense as she rattled on. "I just... do not understand why you are getting so sentimental over a Slave's head."

"I... what?" Leech's reflection glared across the room at Ink, but she couldn't quite mask the break in her voice. "I am not getting... sentimental, it's simply that... well, that was my project and I spent hours working and perfecting it and actually getting something that functions and an awful lot of Slaves had to die in its stead and it feels like such a waste and now it's been blown into smithereens and that's a lot of work and time I can't get back and I've had a long day so excuse me for being a little emotional Ink!"

"Alright, alright!" Ink grinned but held her hands up in surrender. "I apologise."

"Good! I have had a long few days! Please do forgive me if I'm not my usual unfeeling, eccentric self!" She practically spat the last part of her sentence as she turned around, and stared over at Ink directly. "Don't think that just because I'm a limb down that you can sass me!" Leech flicked her armless sleeve at her. "You think that I can't fuck your ass with only one arm? I will dominate your fat ass!"

"I don't doubt you." Ink replied. After a few moments, Leech's shoulders started to visibly relax. She turned back around to face the window, but kept a hard and watchful glare on Ink. Ink stared right back, and her grin spread across her face.

"You do look a little pent up though." Ink pushed herself off of the table and walked slowly across the room, stopping just a few inches behind Leech. "Maybe that's what's going on with you. You just... need a release." She reached out with two of her tentacles and very gently wrapped them around the top of Leech's thighs. She didn't squeeze, or apply any pressure; she just let them rest there, the tips of her tentacles even more gently teasing and stroking along Leech's inner thighs.

"Hmm... I guess you might have a point." She was almost ashamed at how quickly the blood was rushing down to her groin, and up to her cheeks. Is that all it takes for me these days, a tiny fucking tease?! Leech tried not to respond to Ink's little tenta-caresses, and focused on keeping her body still and seemingly disinterested, but she did have to bite down, hard on her bottom lip, and concentrate on stifling a moan. The little lip-bite didn't go unnoticed. "It... has been a few days for me."

"Oh you're right, it has!" Ink suddenly wrapped her arms around Leech's torso and pressed her chest up against her back. "Did you fuck at all on the Radon? Or were you too busy throwing up?" She teased, trailing her other tentacles along Leech's shoulders and arm.

"I don't travel well!" Leech protested, and tried to resume her steely glare, but the attempt was half-hearted at best, and she could feel her body submitting under Ink's touch. "Wh-why do you think I set up my lab on the basement levels of the freighter?"

"Hmm. I thought that was because you're an edgy son of a bitch." Ink laughed as she crouched down and buried her face into Leech's dreadlocks.

"I am an edgy son of a bitch, thank you for noticing." Leech mumbled back with the edge of a smile, as Ink's lips nibbled across her neck. A long shiver ran up her spine.

"So, why don't you tell me what you have planned for me?" Ink's bottom tentacles trailed across Leech's crotch, which was bulging tightly against her trousers. "You've always got something planned for me."

"Well, you've been lording around like an absolute fucking bitch since we got back, so we'll definitely be getting the ball gag out. See how well you can sass me with a mouthful of silicone." Leech slowly let herself lean back against Ink's muscular, but surprisingly soft and curvaceous body. "Maybe I'll tie you down to the milking table, we haven't used that for a while - ooooor, maybe... maybe I'll just pin you down instead, so I can feel you struggling underneath me, I'll grab your dreadlocks and force your head back and breed the fucking life out of your - OH MY GOD, INK!" Leech had fallen back completely against Ink now, had gently pushed Ink's head up, and was now resting her own on top of Ink's breasts."You are so fucking comfy!"

"Wha-what?" Ink, who had been standing with her eyes closed, picturing the scene clear as water in her head as her own bulge appeared in her trousers, was suddenly back in the room, and feeling a little confused. She stuttered uncertainly as the Controller nuzzled into her cleavage.

"Oh, this is really nice..." Leech's voice was muffled as she twisted and shoved her head in between Ink's boobs. "You never said your tits were this comfortable!"

Ink blushed and her tentacle tips flickered in embarrassment. "Um, thank you? M-Maybe if you weren't so busy trying to milk them all the time, you'd have noticed sooner!.. Um... Leech?"

Ink was practically holding Leech upright now. Her body had sagged against hers, and her tentacles were working to keep Leech standing up. Leech herself hadn't replied; her eyes were closed and was seemingly in a state of bliss, nestled between Ink's giant breasts.

"Leech!" Ink laughed and shimmied her chest. Leech groaned in protest. "What were you saying, about tying me down and fucking me?"

Leech mumbled something incoherent in response; suddenly, she felt absolutely exhausted. After a few seconds, she sighed and begrudgingly pushed her face out of Ink's cleavage, and her body out from Ink's embrace. "Yeah, I know I know, it's just..." Leech's mouth opened wide as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I don't think I've slept at all since we left here. That was what, four days ago?" Leech was still yawning as she spoke. "Listen, I'll fuck your brains out tomorrow, I promise, but right now, I think I need to sleep."

"No way." Ink's smile widened with feigned shock. "Leech is turning down sex?! Surely this is a first!"

"Yeah yeah yeah." Leech mumbled as she turned and half-walked, half-stumbled towards the door. "Just give me a few hours, then I'll - ah fuck!" Leech slammed straight into the doorframe and staggered backwards as the room shook. Ink leapt forward and managed to catch her before she hit the floor. Where Leech's head carapace had impacted the doorframe, was now a good-sized dent.

"Okay, maybe let me help you." Ink wrapped her tentacles back around Leech's body - for support this time though - and carefully propped her friend up, steered her out the door, and down the corridor. "I bet you're a nightmare when you're drunk."

Unlike the other Controllers, who had for the most part opted to take an entire apartment complex or hotel suite as their sleeping quarters, Leech's bedroom was just that; a bedroom. She'd taken one of the spare rooms down by her lab. Despite how well acquainted Ink was with her personal quarters, i.e. Leech's sex chamber, she'd only ever caught a passing glimpse of Leech's bedroom. Luckily for Ink, this meant that Leech's room wasn't far away; and, as strong as she was, Leech wasn't exactly co-operating as she tried to walk her down the corridor.

How can someone missing an arm be so fucking wriggly?!

Despite numerous minor protests, lost grips and stumbling-over-her-own-feet, they finally made it to Leech's room. Ink shoulder-pushed the door open and staggered inside. Leech collapsed onto the bed as Ink let go, and closed the door behind her. Now that Leech was okay, she took a moment and leant back against the door, taking in the room.

For all the weird and wonderful stuff that Leech got up to, her room was surprisingly ordinary, almost a little plain. It looked a bit like a university student's room; her large, strider-sized bed had been pushed to the side against the wall, and the duvet was scrunched up at the base of it, half-drooping onto the floor. Her wardrobe doors were wide open, although most of her clothes were in a pile on the floor in front of it, a mixture of black leather trousers and jeans, corsets, and hoodies, to Ink's surprise. She certainly didn't wear those when she was around. There was a large desk pushed up against the far wall with her computer, a beefy-looking tower PC with three wide display monitors. Other than that, the room was both empty, but cluttered at the same time. There were various bits and bobs scattered about on the floor, bedside table and chests of drawers, half-finished electrical circuits and various pieces of various experiments Leech was currently working on. Pizza boxes and plates were stacked up close to the door, as though an attempt to clean up had been made. It didn't look like she let anybody in here, not Marks, not Slaves, not even to tidy up.

Ink just stood and stared for a few moments, lost in thought as she looked around the room. She didn't really know what she'd been expecting, but it hadn't been this... She was interrupted however, by the sound of Leech struggling on the bed. She'd rolled over onto her back, and was currently fighting (losing) against the numerous little buttons on her lab coat. Her weak hand plucked and fiddled with the buttons, but to no avail. She threw her head back dramatically on the pillow.

"Ink... can you help me please?" Leech looked up at her with those large tired eyes, and pouted. Ink sighed and frowned sternly down at her, but on the inside, she was positively beaming. She bent down, and started unbuttoning her coat. Her tentacles aided in the task, slipping around Leech's form to better handle her body.

*** Hazard Warning -/// Level Amber -/// Caution Advised***

"Well, seeing as you asked so nicely..." Ink sat down on the bed and gently lifted Leech into her lap. A few seconds later, her coat was undone and Ink was threading the sleeve through her arm. "See, that wasn't so difficult..." She placed the coat down on the floor beside the bed, and moved on to her shirt, which she noted was the same undershirt that Leech had been wearing under her armour when they'd stormed the space station. She can't have had the chance to change it... Ink thought as she gently pulled it over her head. "Shall we take this off, too?" Ink's fingers fumbled about clumsily with Leech's bra straps, and after what felt like an eternity, finally managed to get the clasps undone.

"Is, uh, that better?" Ink asked, still a little flustered as she gently rested Leech's head back down on the bed, stood and moved onto Leech's trousers.

"Mm-hmm..." Leech moaned softly in response.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Ink pulled Leech's boots and socks off and quickly unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them and her underwear off together in one swift movement. Her tentacles flickered and traced along Leech's tall and elegant figure, as her eyes stared, hungrily. They came to rest, as usual, on her massive cock. Leech's figure was always pleasant to behold, but she was at half-mast already, and it was plump and just begging for attention. A small, glistening crown of pre had formed at its thick tip, likely from their earlier sauciness.

"It's just a shame you're too tired to do something about this..." Ink crawled onto the bottom of the bed and rested on the knees, positioning herself just below Leech's hips. She leant over and placed a soft kiss on her stomach, just below her belly button. Her tentacles wrapped back around her legs gently, and started to tease. "Hmm... maybe I could take of this for you, if you'll let me." She said softly, stroking her fingers around the tip of her penis.

"Ink..." Leech murmured, half asleep, and struggled to raise her head. "Ink, what are you -" Leech gasped suddenly and her head fell back down on the pillow, as dick slipped smoothly into Ink's warm, wet and waiting mouth. Her lips moved slowly, up and down along the tip of her shaft. Her tongue pushed gently against her urethra, as Ink worked her way down Leech's length. Her tentacles continued to work her lower body, stroking against the inside of Leech's thighs, and gently playing with her balls.