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Metamorphosis (Arachne Descending)

by sugargroupie

PG-13, 564 words

Summary: you feel near to bursting from your prey.

Disclaimer: Not mine; O'Bannon, Henson, Kemper, et. al.

Notes: written for the Characters of Color community challenge. Spoilers for Twice Shy, and as such, this may not make much sense if you haven't seen the episode. Many thanks to Stars for the beta. Remaining mistakes are all mine.

Prompt: Farscape, Talikaa/Chiana: predator/prey - If I could have just a taste of you/Would I be/Addicted...

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Aimed like a weapon, she wears her rage like a protective web that entices you from your shell, and you realize the two of you are not so different.

You go to her first out of necessity for a spirited ally, a willing victim to your subterfuge. And she accommodates you so easily.

You slip through her defenses with ease, reflecting back her weakness, the parts she folds within herself. You beckon her with trembling lips and wet eyes, a young female in need of saving; Chiana, saving herself.

Another facet revealed; this new discovery nearly overwhelms you.

Your voice is deceptively soft: "What is 'sexy'?"

She doesn't notice that you are circling around her, sizing up your prey, holding the scent of her downfall at the edge of your senses. Other than the half-breed? essence, you are most looking forward to harvesting Chiana. She tastes of so many things just standing in close proximity that you wonder how she will ripen with time.

Patience, you tell yourself. Later, you will have time to savor the richness of the inhabitants on this Leviathan. Soon your hunger will be abated; for now you focus on the limberness of Chiana's arms and legs and the arch of her back as she invades your space, a vivid multi-faceted image of where your similarities end.

The differences between you are many - almost distractingly so - but they only serve to draw you further in, until you are forced to see her as more than mere energy from which to feed. You also see her as an instrument for momentary release; the pleasure to be found at her fingertips a worthy goal.

In her presence your hunger increases exponentially; spreads from belly to breasts until you can taste the sex that stutters from her grey lips. You move closer, sliding your tongue into her mouth as you swallow her down, as if to fill yourself solely on her own amorous appetite.

"You like men for sex?"

The Nebari -- SebaceanHumanLuxanScarranKalishHynerian -- is a delicious weight, and you wonder how you came upon such bounty, that your feast should include riches worth monens of hunting.

That they have unwittingly left themselves vulnerable to your hunger makes it sweeter, and you moan as the essence of Chiana slithers down your throat.

"Just men?"

You trace fingers along her chest and her breath hitches, pink tongue curving at the corner of her mouth; she is fragile beneath her shadowy skin. It would be so very easy to take what is yours, to make her spill blue around your feet. But she deserves a lingering attentiveness now that it is she who sustains you.

Instead, you murmur --

"Is this sex?"

-- as your lips meet, as your hands intertwine and she encourages you to map the slightness of her body. She is such a small thing, nestled against your shell of skin and bone, that you lay your hand on the back of her neck and guide her.

Guide a girl who has always led, and she follows willingly.

Offers earnestly. "It? getting pretty close."

You swallow her whole with your eager mouth, your slender fingers between her thighs until she shakes apart, relying on you to keep her together. Only when Chiana sinks forward, grey against your brown, do you feel near to bursting from your prey.

Sated, and victorious.

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