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Serving the Visser	By : Caralin942 Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 4200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Serving the Visser
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This is a...side shot of a story I'm working on over on FF.net; there's a lot of tension between these two, so i decided to write a one shot of them "working out" said tension. =P Enjoy.
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Caralin opened the door to the guest room, watching as the Visser's portable Kandrona and pool were set up. Once it was installed, the underlings scattered under her icy glare. Hooves sounded on the lacquered wooden floors, and she turned as Visser Three came to the doorway.
"Will this suffice, my Visser? I only regret this is the best I could offer you," she said, but she was wondering why the hell he wasn't staying in the Blade Ship. He shushed her by lifting a hand dismissively.
This is fine, Caralin, he said, shocking her into stunned silence as he used her name instead of her rank. He saw this and smirked at her.
Do you have grass behind your dwelling? He asked. Is it well kept?
"Yes, Visser. It is also well secluded. No one will see you, should you need to feed your host," she said. He looked pleased.
Very well. I shall go feed now. It has been a while since my last feeding, he said. Feel free to accompany me if you so desire.
"If I might, Visser, I will go bathe my host; I am sure I smell less than attractive," she said. "I shall make my cleansing quick."
He shrugged and headed outside. She ducked from the room and headed to the bathroom. She stripped quickly and stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water and steam engulfed her form. She was a nervous wreck having the Visser staying in her home- she had no idea how this was going to go; she also didn't like how she'd have to be on her best behavior, not talking out loud to her host, not ranting aloud to herself, ignoring her own indulgences while he was there. She scowled as she lathered up her body wash into thick suds over her body, the scent of amber and musk filling the air. There was also the annoying factor of her host finding him attractive, and having him in her home was only going to add to the fire. Christine snickered; she had ideas and they were making Caralin squirm as she rinsed off. She tried her best to ignore them as she stepped from the shower onto a thick bath mat, water sluicing off her lean body. She ruffled her hair with a thick towel, closing her eyes and making a contented sound as she rubbed her scalp.
Hmm. It seems you took too long, or I wasn't as hungry as I thought I was.
Her eyes flew open and Christine gave a little shriek. Visser Three was standing in the doorway, all four eyes staring at her naked body. Christine whimpered. As attractive as she found the Visser's host, she wasn't attracted to the Yeerk himself, and she didn't like the Visser staring at her body. Caralin resisted the urge to wrap the towel around herself- Controllers weren't modest. The body wasn't something they found attractive, so they had no modesty to protect. It still didn't stop her from shuddering as the Visser's eyes roved over the swells of her breasts, the smooth sweep of her belly, the length of her slim thighs, then running back up to peer quizzically at the tiny patch of well groomed hair between her legs. Caralin pretended he wasn't blatantly staring, and pulled the towel off her head, her damp dark hair falling around her face and over her slender shoulders. She began towelling herself off, meeting his gaze, which forced him to look back at her face- with his main eyes, at least; his stalk eyes continued to look her over in curiosity.
"I'm sorry Visser; I took longer than I thought I would. Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked.
Hold still.
The simple command was more than effective with the tone it was spoken in. She froze, the towel falling limp in her grasp against her thigh as he came closer, his eyes practically devouring her. The look in his eyes was almost entirely curious, but something glittered in them- something wicked- he knew he was looking at something he shouldn't be allowed to see. Her heart was pounding- he was getting too close. His heat was on her skin, his scent in her nostrils, his eyes burning her flesh with their intensity.
I've never seen a human female without clothing before, he admitted, walking around her. She almost breathed a sigh of relief. He was just curious, which was natural. She relaxed and let him continue his observations, going back to drying herself off. She reached up to dry her hair some more and let out a yelp as one of his slender hands reached from behind her and cupped a breast, weighing it and giving a tentative squeeze.
"V-Visser Three!" She choked out, trying not to move, lest she anger him, but she was unable to control the hormones that rushed through her body as the Visser fondled the sensitive flesh. Her body trembled under his hand, but she fought for control. She wouldn't lose herself to the hormones of sexual arousal. The Visser said nothing, and ran his thumb curiously over the pink flesh of her nipple, stamping a hoof in surprise as the skin hardened into a rosy nub that nosed after his fingers for more attention, making Caralin bit her lip so hard she broke the skin, blood trickling down her chin. To her and her host's horror, he chuckled darkly.
Seems I touched something I shouldn't have. What are these for, Caralin? He said in amusement.
"Th-they're mammary glands," she stammered, wishing her host wasn't being subjected to this. She'd never felt sympathy for her host before, but this was just cruel to both of them. Christine was silent in her abject horror. He pressed closer to her, and she jolted as his fur pressed against her bare skin, igniting her senses.
What is the purpose? He asked, his voice barely a murmur.
"They...they are for the production of milk for offspring," she said weakly. He stuck a curious stalk eye in her face.
Is your host a mother? Is that why her mammary glands are so heavy?
"N-no, Visser. Human females just have perpetually enlarged mammary glands," she replied. He laughed as she twisted her torso a bit, trying to squirm out from under his touch.
I take it this is inappropriate, he said silkily. She tried not to let her knees buckle.
"Y-yes, Visser Three. Human males only touch this area of the female body when engaging in sexual reproduction...th-they...." she flushed, her eyes shutting halfway as she sweltered in the hormones of arousal as his other hand cupped her other breast, rolling the nipple under his nimble fingers. He laughed sardonically and both Caralin and Christine flinched.
Are erogenous zones? He finished. She nodded, unable to speak. He chuckled and tweaked the sensitive flesh one more time, then walked away. Christine was beside herself with arousal and rage; a horrible combination.
I hate him! She raged. How can he do such a horrible thing?
Because he can, Caralin replied, her voice shaking. He knows that. There's nothing I can do about it, and he knows it.
He had turned to look at her again, and his eyes were narrowed. He held out his hand, looking directly at her. He was beckoning her over, and she had no choice but to obey. She walked over to him woodenly, coming short of two feet from him. He snaked his tail around, hooking her around the waist and yanking her against him. She put her hands against his chest to keep herself from falling, her fingers pressing into the soft fur. His eyes glittered down at her, a smirk curling over his face.
Tell me, Caralin. How far are you wanting to go?
She froze, meeting his gaze. That statement was a double-edged sword, and they both knew it.
"In the Empire?" She asked carefully. He huffed a bit, exhaling in her face.
Yes. How many promotions are you wanting, Caralin?
"I only do what is asked of me by the Empire for the progression of the Yeerk race," she said evenly, knowing he was trying to trap her. He narrowed his eyes, the smirk never fading as he crushed her against his chest.
Then would you do something for me? If I can promise you that I will secure a promotion for you in less than three months?
Christine knew what he was doing- he was getting her flustered with sexual arousal, threatening her with his close presence, then intoxicating her with promises of power. She flailed desperately against Caralin's hold- not to break free, but to get her attention.
He's luring you into a trap, Caralin! Ignore him! She pleaded. Caralin ignored the wrong person- her drive for power, the natural craving, the drive that was inherent in her as a Yeerk, was latched onto his deadly sweet promises.
"Anything for you, my Visser," she breathed, melting against him, becoming pliable, willing in his arms.
Good girl, he purred, stroking her back, his hands moving upward to her neck and shoulders, running his fingers over the smooth skin before dipping back to her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples. She didn't resist this time, lost in the desire to please her Visser, her desire for physical release, power, but more so, her fear of making him angry. She cried out in a soft moan, pressing her body against him.
I like that sound, Caralin. Do it again, he demanded softly, skimming a hand down her belly, over her hips and then delving in between the soft contours of her thighs, the nimble fingers caressing the soft mound of her sex before sliding into the slick velvety folds, her warm flesh encompassing his digits.
Caralin cried out again, tossing her head. She'd ignored her host's sexual desires- all of her hosts, every single one- up to this point. She'd never felt sexual pleasure before, and she felt she would drown in it. Seeing for the first time, tasting, hearing- none of those feelings could compare to the pleasure she felt now as Visser Three moved his fingers inside of her, pushing deeper, spreading and wriggling. She clutched his shoulders and moaned as the fire in her loins turned into an inferno. He smirked cruelly, then pulled his hand from her sex, drawing back. She pushed against him, desperate for release. He laughed at her, ignoring how she reached for his hand, using the other to wipe the blood off her chin.
I won't help you until you help me, my dear Caralin, he said tauntingly. She stopped short, her arousal keeping her from looking at him in stupidity- at the moment all she cared about was pleasing him so he'd please her.
"Anything," she said desperately. He beckoned for her to follow him, and he led her to the bedroom she'd prepared for him, where a comfortable pad of bedding had been laid on the floor for him- Andalites had difficulty getting into beds, after all. He reclined on the bedding, rolled over onto his side, then onto his back, splaying out his hind legs.
Caralin almost lost the will to do what he asked as his monstrous erection came sliding out of its sheath, resting on his steel blue fur. She couldn't take her eyes off it, staring in a mixture of horror, repulsion, fascination and desire. His member was huge, a dark ultramarine blue in color, the base slightly knotted, the sides of the shaft ridged, the bottom side lined with a series of nubs, and the head, which looked like a disturbing mix of human and equine, was edged by a row of soft barbs. The entire length of it-a good 20 inches long or more- was throbbing, and the head was swollen, the tip glistening with pre-ejaculate. He made an impatient sound.
Well, Caralin? I don't care what you do, but you had better do it, he said testily, the smoothness of his voice ebbing as his own arousal began to rise. His eyes narrowed in anticipation as she forced herself to kneel next to his haunches. She wasn't sure what to do, but moving closer was the right start. The Visser snorted like a rutting stallion.
I know you were wondering why I decided to stay with you instead of on my ship while I am here for the week. To be frank, Caralin, we've known each other since we were pulled off the home world and onto that stolen Andalite ship. You were one of the few who never accused me of being a traitor for studying the Andalites. For that, I trust you, and will tell you why I am staying here with you. I haven't let Alloran have release in a decade. I cannot ignore his biological needs anymore. It's your job to help me with this problem, Caralin, he said, his abdomen tightening, his member flexing slightly.
Caralin cast her eyes to just below his member and saw he spoke the truth- his testicles, which had been tucked inside his body up to this point, had descended, and she could see how large they were. She looked back at him in shock. Surely he was in agony from so much pent up need! She turned to her host.
What do I do? I know nothing of this. Help me, Christine! She cried in desperation. Christine sighed, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop this.
Put him in your mouth, she said simply. Caralin recoiled.
You can NOT be serious. I won't do it!
Do it. Take his member in your mouth und suck on it. Take as much of him in your mouth as you can, pull it out, then take it back in. Lick the tip vith your tongue, suck the head, lick the sides of the shaft. He vill like it. He vill beg for you to keep going, she sat flatly. Unless you'd rather have him inside, and ve both know that vill hurt. Do you really want to sleep vith an Andalite?
They both knew the answer to that. Caralin huffed, then bent over the Visser's lower half. He hissed as she took his swollen member in her hands. She took a deep breath, then took him into her mouth. The Visser jerked in shock, his member filling her mouth. She struggled not to gag, and pulled back a bit, then gingerly touched her tongue to the tip of his throbbing head. The pre-ejaculate filled her mouth-it wasn't just a few drops, but a slow steady trickle. To her surprise, it was sweet and didn't taste bad- much different from Christine's memories of such experiences. Now that she had initiated it and gotten over the indignity of putting an Andalite's penis in her mouth, she began to start a rhythm, moving up and down, licking and sucking the head as she pulled it to the front of her mouth. She kept her hands wrapped snugly around the parts of the shaft she couldn't fit, rubbing a bit to make him feel completely engulfed. She chanced a look at him, pausing. Instantly, she felt the flat his tail blade press against the back of her head, pushing her back onto his erection.
By the Sulp Niar, don't you DARE stop, Caralin! He roared. He had twisted his torso sideways, clutching handfuls of the bedding, his front legs twitching and his abdomen convulsing. She needed no further encouragement, but her own need was rising as she lost sight of herself- Christine was enjoying the sight of Alloran's body writhing under her. Having both males at their mercy was incredibly arousing, and both host and Yeerk wondered who was really in control right then. She pulled her mouth off him and rubbed the tip of his head with her fingers, getting the liquid all over them before shoving it back in her mouth. With him distracted by her suckling, she took one damp hand and slid it between her own legs, rubbing the moisture from his penis into the folds of her sex. She moaned around the mouthful of his erection, using her other damp hand to rub his shaft as she suckled him. He cast a stalk eye at her and saw she was rubbing her sex with one hand. He slid his tail under her chest, pulling her up to look at him. She gasped, liquid dribbling down her chin.
"Am...am I doing something wrong, Visser?"
No. You're doing it right. I am about to explode. I want to do so inside the warmth of your sex.
"I...I don't know if you will fit, Visser, not to mention I don't even know how our anatomy would allow such a union!" She said frantically. He gave her a Look that shut her up.
I'm already in position.
She clamped her mouth shut. He was right. She could easily mount him as he laid on his back. Her sex was pulsing painfully in need, her nipples straining to be touched. She couldn't say no, not anymore. Christine was quiet. All she could think about was the same as Caralin- she wanted him. Caralin straddled his back half, his member rubbing between the swells of her buttocks. She moaned as it spread slick fluid over her backside, then lifted her hips, letting it drag against her skin before the head rubbed against her wet, hungry sex. She winced to herself. She wasn't sure if this monster was going to fit, but damn it, she wanted it inside her, and she was going to take as much of it as she could. The head throbbed insistently against her, and she pressed against it as he arched his hips, both trying to achieve the goal of penetration. She reached behind her and spread the lips of her labia, rubbing against his head, letting the pre-ejaculate lubricate her entrance. She tossed her head back and moaned as another spurt squirted hot and wet against her sensitive clitoris. She rubbed it against him a few times, enjoying the heat of him.
I will force it, Caralin. Quit dawdling, he snarled, pressing the soft swollen head against her. She flushed, and grabbed his member, guiding it to her entrance as she used her other hand to spread the lips of her labia, then pushed down on him. She gasped as a sharp pain stung through her sensitive flesh for a split second as the head of his erection- which was flaring as he neared ejaculation- pushed past the delicate tissue of her hymen. She blinked as the coppery scent of blood mixed with the musk of their rutting.
You...you never had intercourse? She asked Christine in disbelief- disbelief at the marvel of her realization, and at herself for not knowing this at all in the first place. Christine was silent- she was too busy caring about the fact that she was losing her virginity in the most obscene and outrageous way imaginable. Caralin reminded herself to apologize to her later, and refocused on her task. She wiggled on top of the Visser, more of his erection sliding slowly into her. The barbs around his head gently scratched her walls, making them all the more sensitive to the nubs and ridges that followed. She felt a dull pinch of pain as his head hit her cervix and he continued to thrust.
"Visser, you...you hit the end of it. That's all that will fit," she gasped. He snorted and rolled the both of them over, laying on his side. He was done moving at her pace. He drew back his hips, trying to pull out to thrust hard, but his head was stuckinside her quivering canal. He stiffened as her body clenched around the flaring head, then he thrust again. She gave out a cry as the different textures rubbed her insides in an array of feeling. His swollen testicles smacked against her rump, heavy warm and soft. He hissed in pain, but continued to thrust, over and over. He clenched his front legs around her torso, his back legs around her hips, clutching her to his abdomen. The long fur of his belly rubbed against her nipples, and even reached her sensitive clitoris. She screeched, digging her fingers into his fur as she wrapped her arms around his lower ribcage and her legs around his stomach. He curled his tail around her possessively, making little scratches in her back with his blade.
Caralin. Caralin! he grunted.
"Vi-Visser...My Visser..." she moaned. She was close to coming.
Call me Esplin, he hissed. Do it!
"Esplin! Esplin! ESPLIN!" She screamed as he gave a particularly angled thrust that hit a bundle of nerves that sent her over the edge. The Visser snorted. She was a bit more accommodating as she orgasmed, and he thrust harder into her. She gave a cry of pain, but he barely heard her. He was a bit insulted she'd come before he did. She dug her fingers into the thick fur of his back as he pounded into her, whimpering through clenched teeth as he bruised her tender flesh. Christine reached out to Caralin through the haze of lust and pain.
Kegels, Caralin. Search my memory. Use the Kegels to help him finish so he von't hurt us anymore, she said urgently.
Caralin desperately reached out to the memory Christine was offering her, then squeezed the muscles she now knew how to use. The Visser flinched at the sudden tightness, and she relaxed her hold, then tightened the muscles again as he thrust up into her. She felt his abdomen grow hot and taut against her, and his heavy sack drew up tight against her rump. He screamed his release as she crooned his name, encouraging his orgasm along so he'd stop hurting her. Finally, he drew back his hips, pulling himself out. Caralin gave a push with her muscles to help him along; she wanted him off her, the afterglow fading and the reality of what she'd just done setting in. She was crashing hard from the hormones, and she just wanted to go back to her shower and scrub the feel and scent of him off her.
Hmm. That was...enjoyable. I can see the allure behind it now, the Visser said simply, getting to his feet. Caralin rolled over on her back, panting. Her flesh was flushed and damp with sweat, her face burning red in humiliation and guilt over what she'd done to her host. Christine was silent, but hostility didn't radiate from her.
It's not your fault, Caralin. You didn't haf much of a choice. I forgive you, she said quietly. Caralin offered a weak mental smile to her host. Aside from the humiliation, something else had brought them closer together, and she wasn't sure if she liked that or not. She got to her feet weakly as the Visser strode from the room, his tail held high in smug victory. Christine snorted.
Males. They're all the same.
Caralin was quiet as she dragged herself back to the bathroom and pulled a cigarette from the pack on the counter. She sat on the edge of her garden tub and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag from it. A smirk curled slowly on her mouth and smoke unfurled between her teeth.
"Humiliating or not, it definitely warrants a cigarette afterwards."
The Visser came striding into the room and gave her a look, casting a stalk eye to his lower back. She looked and saw his fur was slightly uneven. She gulped and looked at her hands, noticing the strands of steel blue fur in her fingernails. He smirked.
Next time, I tie your hands before I mount you, he said simply, then left for his room, leaving Caralin to stare after him in abject horror.
"N-next time?" She whimpered.
She was going to need more cigarettes.
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