She's staring at you - not in a bad way, exactly. You're not sure there's anything that could actually prompt a reaction of disgust from the woman used to beings that eat each other for sport. More just taken aback, genuinely confused, like she pulled up a sprout thinking it was a weed and found a whole carrot in her hand instead.
Someday, you'll be free of thinking about carrots.
Finally, she says, "You're serious."
"You can say no," you say. "It has no impact on our other arrangement."
"I simply fail to understand why you'd be interested in such a thing," Zero says, in that tone she has, where she's pulling herself back from a situation because it's something just a bit too close to her real feelings. It occurs to you, belatedly, to wonder if anyone has ever propositioned her before, much less anything else.
'Do voidsent even fuck?' was never something that broke into the list of things you've actively considered researching. While there are plenty of records of idiots falling for some succubus or another (and sometimes even less human-shaped), the matter of whether they experience desire on its own is an open one.
You might guess that, if anything, any lust they might experience is so tied up in the hunger that any encounter ends in one partner consuming the other. And that in turn spirals off to a tangent labeled 'Shiva and Hraesvelgr' in your mind, and really, why is that a recurring theme in your life?
"Because it's you, and I trust you," you say. Zero narrows her eyes in that particular way she has, now, the one that says 'only an idiot trusts voidsent, so are you an idiot?' and for a moment you think you've fucked it up.
But after a long moment she says, "I'm not going to be what you're expecting under my clothes."
"I don't have any expectations," you say. "You're half-voidsent. I came prepared for anything."
A slight softening. "Even aside from my nature," she clarifies. "I was not like other women."
You snort lightly. "There's not nearly as much difference between viera men and women as there is in other races," you say. "You might be surprised yourself."
A glimmer of curiosity, now. She is - was? is-but-partially? - Hyuran, despite her stature (which makes sense, if you've taken her meaning correctly), and you have no idea what other races there were for her to encounter before the end. The First didn't have all of them, or at least not all of them survived the Flood.
Hyur tend to be fairly straightforward, but a bit on the girthier side, from your understanding, as someone who by coincidence or fate has mostly fucked Elezen men. You might have to practice before you're able to take her.
The thought is not unappealing.
Zero says, "Ususally, those who summon voidsent with such purposes in mind get eaten quickly."
"Good thing the only one I'm interested in doesn't like eating people," you say.
Zero hums. There's a dash more color in her cheeks, only visible because she is so very washed out in comparison to most people. She leans forward, now, into your space, like she's testing if you'll flinch. "The only one?"
Your heart beats just a hair quicker in your throat. "I only invite people I trust into my body," you say. "In any meaning of the word. No other voidsent is ever going to be that kind of trustworthy."
Zero leans further forward, her face pressed against the length of your ear, her voice a touch more whispery. "You're a fool," she says. "But you're going to be my fool. I will seal this pact with you."
A proper voidsent pact is sealed with blood. That's true whether it's as someone's avatar partner or anything else.
So you shouldn't really be surprised when Zero leans the rest of the way in and just bites your ear, in the sensitive part of the shell right down by your head, hard and sharp enough that you can tell those are no human teeth. The side of your ear is not the only place where blood is flowing downward rapidly.
You think she's bitten all the way through. You think that if she has, you're going to put an earring in the hole to keep it.
Zero shifts her head slightly, to close her mouth over your ear so that no blood escapes. (You appreciate that there won't be any dried clots in your hair.) She sucks gently, pulling not only the literal blood from the wound but the figurative, sucking a thread of aether out of you into herself to sustain her presence in this world. You breathe the smallest flutter of a sigh and lean into her body as you feel the pact transmute and settle into place, knitting the two of you together. One of your arms wraps around her waist.
After a few moments of this, probably when the wound in your ear has clotted enough not dribble, Zero detaches herself. She doesn't make any move to pull away from you.
Instead, she says, "I don't actually know how it goes from here," and you laugh lightly into the cape over her shoulder.
oops it's horny now
Someday, you'll be free of thinking about carrots.
Finally, she says, "You're serious."
"You can say no," you say. "It has no impact on our other arrangement."
"I simply fail to understand why you'd be interested in such a thing," Zero says, in that tone she has, where she's pulling herself back from a situation because it's something just a bit too close to her real feelings. It occurs to you, belatedly, to wonder if anyone has ever propositioned her before, much less anything else.
'Do voidsent even fuck?' was never something that broke into the list of things you've actively considered researching. While there are plenty of records of idiots falling for some succubus or another (and sometimes even less human-shaped), the matter of whether they experience desire on its own is an open one.
You might guess that, if anything, any lust they might experience is so tied up in the hunger that any encounter ends in one partner consuming the other. And that in turn spirals off to a tangent labeled 'Shiva and Hraesvelgr' in your mind, and really, why is that a recurring theme in your life?
"Because it's you, and I trust you," you say. Zero narrows her eyes in that particular way she has, now, the one that says 'only an idiot trusts voidsent, so are you an idiot?' and for a moment you think you've fucked it up.
But after a long moment she says, "I'm not going to be what you're expecting under my clothes."
"I don't have any expectations," you say. "You're half-voidsent. I came prepared for anything."
A slight softening. "Even aside from my nature," she clarifies. "I was not like other women."
You snort lightly. "There's not nearly as much difference between viera men and women as there is in other races," you say. "You might be surprised yourself."
A glimmer of curiosity, now. She is - was? is-but-partially? - Hyuran, despite her stature (which makes sense, if you've taken her meaning correctly), and you have no idea what other races there were for her to encounter before the end. The First didn't have all of them, or at least not all of them survived the Flood.
Hyur tend to be fairly straightforward, but a bit on the girthier side, from your understanding, as someone who by coincidence or fate has mostly fucked Elezen men. You might have to practice before you're able to take her.
The thought is not unappealing.
Zero says, "Ususally, those who summon voidsent with such purposes in mind get eaten quickly."
"Good thing the only one I'm interested in doesn't like eating people," you say.
Zero hums. There's a dash more color in her cheeks, only visible because she is so very washed out in comparison to most people. She leans forward, now, into your space, like she's testing if you'll flinch. "The only one?"
Your heart beats just a hair quicker in your throat. "I only invite people I trust into my body," you say. "In any meaning of the word. No other voidsent is ever going to be that kind of trustworthy."
Zero leans further forward, her face pressed against the length of your ear, her voice a touch more whispery. "You're a fool," she says. "But you're going to be my fool. I will seal this pact with you."
A proper voidsent pact is sealed with blood. That's true whether it's as someone's avatar partner or anything else.
So you shouldn't really be surprised when Zero leans the rest of the way in and just bites your ear, in the sensitive part of the shell right down by your head, hard and sharp enough that you can tell those are no human teeth. The side of your ear is not the only place where blood is flowing downward rapidly.
You think she's bitten all the way through. You think that if she has, you're going to put an earring in the hole to keep it.
Zero shifts her head slightly, to close her mouth over your ear so that no blood escapes. (You appreciate that there won't be any dried clots in your hair.) She sucks gently, pulling not only the literal blood from the wound but the figurative, sucking a thread of aether out of you into herself to sustain her presence in this world. You breathe the smallest flutter of a sigh and lean into her body as you feel the pact transmute and settle into place, knitting the two of you together. One of your arms wraps around her waist.
After a few moments of this, probably when the wound in your ear has clotted enough not dribble, Zero detaches herself. She doesn't make any move to pull away from you.
Instead, she says, "I don't actually know how it goes from here," and you laugh lightly into the cape over her shoulder.
"Then I guess I'll just have to show you."