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Intrusion

Sometimes, if you're a really good thrall, people get jealous.
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REEF PRETENDER

author's note: this is fanfiction of the fantastic Serpentine series by my good friend Vyr, set shortly after Serpents' Nest!


"We'll see what she thinks of you when you're kneeling at someone else's feet." Ela says, and before I have the chance to pull away, she strikes.

It's like fire in my veins. But not the kind that cleanses and purifies, not like Mistress's fire. This is the kind that burns and burns and burns until there's nothing left, and that terrifies me: I don't want to lose Mistress's presence in me. (And, I know, even if she has to remind me, that she doesn't want to lose me either.)

I push her back, grab a napkin from a nearby table and use it to wipe off the remaining drops of venom lingering around my wounds. Ela just stares at me in shock; she must not have been expecting that I could resist her. (Foolish. They always underestimate Mistress, underestimate me.) I can still feel her venom, the pretender's venom, trying to worm its way into my head, to replace my love for my Mistress with love for Ela. I close my eyes, pause and focus on Mistress, on her impossible-green eyes and on the elation of her venom, and then I open my eyes I make a run for it, doing my best to avoid bumping into any of the other demons or their thralls (be like them, says the voice in the back of my head, and for a moment my steps falter, but then I hear the voice: it's Ela's, not Mistress's, not my owner's). The venom's slowing me down more and more (just be slow, think slow, act slow says the suggestion I push aside) but Ela's in heels and I'm in flats and Mistresss is close, so close.

By the time I return to Mistress's side, my arms are heavy, my body is struggling; I know that I can keep resisting, but it's taking so much out of me. I'm sure she can see it on my face. I hope she forgives me for letting Ela bite me.

I can see the concern in her eyes before I can hear it in her voice. "Theta, what--"

I don't have the words to explain, not now, not when I'm struggling to stay coherent. I turn my head, show the fresh bite wound. She understands (because of course she does, she's wonderful), cleans up the bits that I missed with some kind of spell, then licks over the wounds so she can spread her own venom to replace the invader's, and it's bliss and it heals and it cleanses ela out of me and i barely manage a 'thank you Mistress' before i fall into blessed oblivion in her arms once more and everything in my empty mind sings her praises because this this this is where i belong where i want to spend existence where i want to spend eternity--


When I wake up, I’m sitting at a table, leaning against Mistress, her hand on my side.

“Are you okay?” she asks. I pause, think about her: unconditional love, bliss in servitude. About Ela: revulsion, disgust. Good. I’m back where I should be.

“Yes, Mistress. I am yours and nobody else’s.”

She tilts my head up, looks into my eyes, and I can feel her caress my soul. Checking me, inspecting me like the prized possession I am. And once she’s satisfied, she hugs me close and doesn't let go for a while.

“I’m proud of you, Theta. Even with my own venom in your veins, it must have still been hard to resist.”

“I didn't want to leave you! You're my world, Mistress.” I say with all the love and appreciation I can manage, and then she’s buried me in another hug, and I let myself relax in her embrace, gently wrap my arms around her. She's warm, and comfortable, and nice, and everything wonderful in my world.

“So what happened to her? To Ela, I mean.”

“She’s regretting her actions.” Mistress says, and doesn't elaborate. I don't ask: if I was supposed to know, Mistress would have said.

We leave the party early, because being attacked puts a damper on the mood, and we hold each other’s hands during the entire ride home.

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