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This wouldn't be the first time she had done this, not by a long shot. She had done it as Jenny Lines and it had nearly overwhelmed her. She had done it as Allison Kim and it had been amazing. She had even done it in this current body, with Eva’s husband, and it had been good enough. But this would be the first time she attempted a sexual act by herself, with only her host as witness.
She admittedly felt a bit treasonous even considering it. Her previous encounters could have been explained away as a need to maintain her cover. There was always another involved to dilute the severity of the act. To place the blame. She could lie back and think of the Empire so to speak. She had no such excuse now. She was alone in her room on the planet Leera. She was among her people, playing the role of a war general. There was no need to act human. No need to be anything other than the Yeerk she was.
Masterbation was not unknown to Edriss. She had plenty of memories -from multiple hosts- on the topic. She had reviewed them, found them intriguing, and ultimately dismissed them in the first heady moments of setting up, and initiating, the take-over of a class five species. Unbenounced to her at the time, human bodies had certain biological drives that were hard to ignore. She had been getting enough sex to keep the body's urges at bay and hadn't thought a moment more about it.
That was, however, not the case anymore. There was no one here but cold, rank-climbing Yeerk's; stern with duty and liable to turncoat at the first opportunity. She was unbonded, unburdened by a mate. Or even a trusted colleague or subordinate with whom to let down her guard. There had been no reason to even consider sex. Not that she would. She would not involve another. Too messy. She would not make that same mistake again.
But the fact remained, Edriss was feeling pent up. Or more specifically Eva was feeling pent up and Edriss was feeling the consequences of that.
The feeling had snuck up on her. Edriss had been on Leera for two months. And in the deepest and more secret part of her unshared mind she could admit, it was not going well. There was little way to reach the hosts they wished to take. Leeran’s spent most of their lives underwater. Taxxons could swim, but that only went so far when even a gentle current was likely to burst their fragile bodies. And Yeerk aquatic technology was minimal at best, adapted from EV suits meant to protect in the vacuum of space. They were confined to the upper strata of water where the pressure was not as great. Most of Leera operated deep under the water.
That was all manageable. She had overcome the struggles of infesting a class five species with only a single bug fighter and two dracon beams. She had moved up the ranks. She was ambitious. Smart. Edriss already had plans upon plans brewing to take the planet.
The real problem, the cause of her stress, was the planet itself. It was wet. You could not go outside, go anywhere, without being soaked in some way. Whether it was from the fat droplets of rain that were constantly falling sideways into the hab domes, or the humidity that clung to every surface, it was always wet. There was no escape. It was the sort of feeling that sunk into one's bones. Edriss’ feet and hands had not been dry for weeks.
Of course, as a Yeerk, she enjoyed, even required, constant moisture. Her host did not. It was trying at best, and downright infuriating most of the time. This paired with her body's natural urges had coalesced in a most unfortunate way.
She needed some stress relief and she needed it badly. It was a niggling feel that followed her everywhere. Fraying her patience, making her distracted and snappish. At this point it was either shoot a subordinate or get off. She would not do the former, that was more Visser Three’s style.
Edriss lounged on the bed, her feet up and crossed at the ankle, her computer on her lap. She had some spreadsheets up on the screen but she was not looking at them. She had walled herself off as much as she could, her mental shields coming down strong to prevent Eva from seeing her thoughts.
She was as prepared as she could be but frankly she didn't know how to start. She wished Eva would just…go to sleep. This was awkward enough without her host watching her every move. Eva was likely to be very vocal about the proceedings and not in a way that would be helpful or relaxing. It was a shame Yeerk’s could not do this in their natural state. But this urge came from her host and needed to be quelled within her host. She gave an internal sigh. She could put this off no longer.
She hiked her shirt up and began running her hands over her stomach, feeling the soft and warm skin pull against her fingertips. Surprisingly Eva didn't catch on, even when her fingers skirted low enough to brush the swell of a hip. It felt good. Not sexual, but good in a self soothing sort of way. She continued to trace her fingertips over the skin of Eva's belly and hips. The most she sensed out of Eva at the treatment was a mental eye roll. Yeerk’s tended to be sensory seeking and Eva was used to Edriss’ strange quirks when they were alone.
Edriss meanwhile, in the safety of her own mind, tried to psych herself up. It's just host maintenance, she told herself. It's no different than cutting the nails or washing the body. It is part of having a host.
Edriss slowly and carefully pulled memories from Eva. Her first time doing this. Those times in college when she really learned her body well. What she thought about during. Before. What she did to get herself in the mood. Edriss tried to be subtle, she hid what she was viewing behind walls of deception. But Eva could feel her mind being riffled through. That, paired with the touching tipped Eva off.
<What are you doing? What are you looking for?> she demanded.
Edriss knew she should ignore Eva, not involve her in this, but suddenly she didn't want to. She was out of her depth and needed someone close; even if that person hated her. Inexperience made her seek support. Eva may hate her but she was still the being Edriss was closest to. She both craved and rebelled against that closeness. As she knew Eva herself did the same. It was the private truth of any infestation of a truly sentient species.
Stupid human emotions, making me weak Edriss thought bitterly even as she dropped her shields a smidgen and let Eva see what she had been accessing.
<What!? No!> Eva cried. <Don't you dare!>
Edriss had known Eva would be upset, what she had not anticipated was her reaction to that ire. Edriss felt a warmth growing in her belly at the words. She sighed and felt her whole body relax. She continued to trail her hand lower, teasing over the top of Eva's pubic mound through her thin pants. Eva's tone got more frantic, shouts becoming wails. That warmth intensified.
Interesting. And much better. Edriss’ hesitation melted away as the heat grew into proper arousal. She had originally been ashamed of her vulnerability. But her hosts dread and anger -emotions that masked a deeper feeling of anticipation- were the perfect aphrodisiac. She forgot why she was even shy about this. After all Eva was hers for the taking. So why shouldn't she take?
Edriss thrust her hand into her pants. There was no barrier now and her fingers played in the soft hairs surrounding Eva’s sex.
<What's the matter, human. You have had plenty of experience with this. Lots of memories for me to look through.> The warmth in her belly was quickly turning sharp and she felt her pulse throb low in her belly.
Eva flared with anger and Edriss’ breath caught. She wasn't sure why this was working for her but she didn't fight it. Edriss pulled up a particularly spicy memory as she slid her fingers lower to toy with the soft outer folds of her host's sex. She did it to provoke Eva. It worked; as she knew it would.
Eva went off. <Stop, you disgusting creature. You vile slug. Don't even think about using my body this way. It's mine. Take your hands off!>
As Eva continued to scream, fight and flail in her head, Edriss slowly pushed the thin pajama pants she wore down around her ankles before moving them back to her mound. She teased her fingers past the soft folds. She found warmth and moisture beneath her fingers now. She reached farther, exploring Eva's tight walls as arousal flared hot within her.
“I think you will find this body, it is mine, human,” she said. She was surprised to hear her voice come out breathless.
Edriss reached -a bit clumsily- into her host's memories for the knowledge of what to do next. But she didn't have to dig too deep. The information, what Eva really wanted beneath all her fight and bluster, was on the tip of her mind. Edriss tilted her fingers upward to swirl around the hard nub at the apex of Eva's sex.
The feeling took her breath away and made Eva quiet down in her mind. It was delicious, so she did it again. And then again. She started experimenting with different pressures and speeds. She made tight circles and loose ones, figuring out what felt best with ruthless precision. Eva had stopped yelling now but Edriss could feel her, pressed against her mind, interested despite herself.
Edriss continued her movement, enjoying the sparks of pleasure that had begun to shoot up her spine with every swirl of her fingers.
At Eva’s wordless suggestion (that was really just a thought) she used her other hand to trail over her belly again. She cupped her breast then ran a thumb over the nipple. The feelings in her body spiked at this and she moved to the other side.
She worked her clit until it became dry and almost uncomfortable. She nearly pouted at this. She has been working up to something wonderful but now it was too sharp and wrong.
<Wet them again> Eva said. She sent an image to Edriss on what to do.
Edriss dipped her fingers deep into Eva's core before swirling the newly moistened digits around her swollen clit once more. The feeling was good again. So good. Her breath came in quick pants and the sensations built into something almost wild.
Her mental walls were becoming hard to maintain. They crumbled down around her even as she pressed against Eva's mind, totally unable to back away. To shield the thoughts and mask the feelings pouring from her like a rapids over a fall. Eva, for her part, was pressing back, leaning into the sensation. Her mind was, for once, wiped clean of hate and bitterness. She felt only the rush and the climbing sense of urgency.
The feelings became intense, almost painful, but still they were so good. Building, building towards a relief both of them could not deny themselves at this point.
“Oh,” Edriss sighed, the sound loud in the silent room.
Edriss’ fingers worked like mad now. She couldn't stop chasing that feeling. Even when her arm cramped up she didn't stop.
Some distant part of her mind thought she should draw this out, slow her movements and float on the feeling. But in the end she couldn't. She was a Yeerk, she craved sensation. And when that feeling, that tenuous thread stretched taunt in her mind, snapped, she was not disappointed.
She groaned, curling her body inwards as she fought to keep her fingers moving on herself through spasming nerves and the endorphin flooded brain she was wrapped around. Edriss' own body fed on the feeling, using her total control over the brain to prolong the feeling. Her many nerve endings were hungry for it, her body learned the feeling, read it from the brain tissue she was connected to and amplified it all without her conscious thought.
Eva cried out in her mind again and again as the feeling peaked to an almost intolerable high. But in the end it was good. Almost as good as Allison Kim.
She came down to shaking limbs and a heart rate that would have worried her any other time. Eva was still quiet in their mind space but she was not her usual self. She was not bitter or despondent. She was almost devoid of emotion, empty and spayed open, a puddle of calm. Edriss felt the same. Her limbs were splayed comically, feeling too heavy to move. Her shirt was rucked up, her pants kicked away and hanging off one leg.
Her mind was buzzing with a tranquil fuzz that blocked out everything. She felt much better. Much calmer. She wondered why she had not tried this before. It was a pivotal part of host maintenance after all. She ought to be doing this biweekly at least.
Eva, reading her thoughts, groaned. <Don't even think about it> she snapped.
Edriss drew up her mental shields again even as she snapped back. <Don't worry yourself about what I do with my body, human>
<My body> Eva growled at her but her words held no venom.