she’s been the “esteemed guest” of the radiant empress (she who commands the stars, may she reign eternal!) for a couple of weeks, and things are wild. the planet is gorgeous, for one, all lush fields and overgrown forests and white sand beaches. much of it is natural, but she’s been shown the grand machines and devices that help to allocate precipitation and wind, and makes sure the temperature at the poles is “nearly as perfect” as the equator. and imperial citizens - at least the ones she’s met - are a pretty fun bunch. there’s a lot of parties and games, some pretty banging music, and really, really good wine.
but a part of her’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. penny has a responsibility back home, and she can’t shake her first impression: an alleged ambassador to earth firing at her with some laser gauntlet and taking out the bus stop behind her. she knows they can fight: she’s seen the walls of weapons and trophies in Celine’s palace. twice now, she’s sat at Celine’s side in the grand colosseum's royal box, watching races and sparring and wrestling. and as fun as it is to watch top athletes in their element, she’s not sure what to make of the empress promising “something more interesting next time.”
and then there’s celine.
it’s like trying to talk to a marble statue, a sunset, a mountain. penny didn’t know that somebody could really command that much presence and power. and there’s no doubt that celine knows it, and likes it - when a hundred thousand people in the arena are cheering the empress’ name, there isn’t so much of a hint of modesty on her face. she loves adoration from the masses as much as from individuals, because a couple times they’ve met for breakfast, and penny can definitely smell sex on her. there’s times where penny’s caught her staring - not that celine’s made much an effort to hide it - and those looks are pretty similar to how the empress sizes up her attendees.
(“attendees” is the word that penny’s mentally calling the dozens of gorgeous, thinly-clad women that wait on them hand and foot. she doesn’t want to think about “servants.” she really doesn’t want to think about “slaves.”)
it’s just a lot to take in. and so, two weeks after arrival, there’s a night where, as much as she tosses and turns, penny can’t fall asleep. romeda and dione, the handmaidens that celine gaveloanedassigned to penny, tittered and offered a few suggestions: sex, a massage, a midnight feast. and then one suggested that if penny really just wanted to wander a little, there was no better place than in the empress’ private gardens.
penny couldn’t think of a reason not to go, so. she went.
(she did not see the message dione sent to celine almost immediately: Consort-In-Training Penelope has been sent to the Garden of Submission, Your Radiance. May your claiming be violent and pleasurable.)
the garden is beautiful, and for a few minutes, penny just wanders through the topiary and statues, taking in the sweet-but-spicy scent of the flowers and the endless stars above her. she’s about to find somewhere to sit, maybe listen to some music, before her spider-sense starts to hum, and she looks from one side, to another, and then - ]
Oh!
[ empress celine is flying, hovering above as she slowly descends to the ground.
she drops into a clumsy attempt at a curtsy, which is really more like a decisive nod. it doesn’t help that she’s only in an admittedly comfortable negligee and robe that was offered to her. (actually, a dozen were offered, and this was one of the thicker ones.) ]
Sorry - Dione said that I should check this place out. She said you wouldn’t mind if my first time wasn’t a guided tour or anything.
[ celine likes this part: these first few weeks, the easy burn of anticipation. every day has been about indoctrination, letting the chains slip around penny parker so slyly she may not even notice until she's grown to love them. not that celine will put her in chains, no, penny deserves fine silks around her wrists, and ankles. and her throat.
yes, celine likes this part, but not as much as what comes next. tonight is not the night itself, when she'll fully claim penny before everyone as she has done with concubines in the past, but it's an important night all the same. in truth, celine wishes to be alone with the girl. had she merely been attracted to penny, she'd already be among her concubines but she has a sincere affection for the girl as well, and how could she not? parker is sweet and gentle and utterly adorable, but she has a courage and strength that will make her an ideal addition to the empire. there's something else about the girl, too, something which celine has trouble putting her finger on... but no matter. everything is proceeding perfectly anyway.
the night sky is especially beautiful tonight, and celine finds herself appreciating it all the more for being one of the few things she cannot bring under her control. a little reminder that she has not ascended to godhood just yet, even if she's scarcely a stone's throw from it. she feels penny's presence they see each other, and her ruby lips curve into an ingratiating smile as she lets herself glide gently back down to solid ground. she's dressed in a plunging green outfit so sheer it can only be nightwear, but concepts of modesty are not the same here as they are on earth. that's certainly obvious from the way celine watches penny; not drooling or leering, but appreciating openly and making no secret of her interest while always taking care that penny knows just how casual sex is in this, her empire.
their empire.
celine lets her gaze wander now, her smile turning a little sly as she drinks in the shape of penny's ample breasts within the negligee's confines. she giggles a little as she comes to stand before -- or rather loom over -- penny, raising a hand to cup the other woman's cheek. ] Good evening, darling. I was hoping you'd take Dione at her word. Walk with me?
[ the thing is, it’s easy to forget that celine is dangerous. she’s cool and smart and, as penny has noted before, super gorgeous, that it’s easy to just treat her like another billionaire ceo or superhero back on earth. but being around the likes of pepper potts or thor never caused penny’s spider-sense to spike like this. iron man has killed people, but penny’s pretty sure that he didn’t like, enjoy it or anything.
but some of the paintings she’s seen, the songs she’s heard, the holovids she’s watched - the empire talks about how celine ‘liberated’ the planet from her tyrant sister, but penny’s got a feeling there’s some serious PR spin in there. it’s maybe why she’s been a little guarded, why she’s dug her heels in and gotten so obstinate about the idea of sleeping with celine.
because, damn. would.
still, all of the second thoughts and hesitation can’t hide the way penny’s pulse throbs as celine touches down, or how she shifts a little under the older woman’s gaze. ] Sure. [ her voice is small, distant, caught in her throat from the way that celine’s fingers graze against her face.
penny clears her throat. ] I mean - sure. [ she adjusts the thin gauze of the robe, trying to shield a little more from the air. it’s not cold, not even cool, just a habit. ] It’s really pretty here. I thought that space flowers would be weirder, like - bucket plants the size of me or something. But they just look normal.
[ celine may not be all-seeing (yet) but she very clearly sees the conflict in penny parker. there's an uncertainty in her mannerisms, from the way she shifts to the way her voice sometimes shrinks when her mind is restless with that potent mixture of wariness and want. and oh, the want is there. celine sees it burning deep within those dark, expressive eyes which the empress finds so enchanting. ]
Oh, but you've scarcely seen the entire garden. And it's too big to get to in one night, so we'll take our time and I'll show you a few favorites. Just be warned: some of these plants do bite, but then, the prettiest things so often have the sharpest teeth, don't they? [ celine's lips curve into a sly smile that carries more than a hint of flirtation, and she doesn't even ask before sliding her arm around penny's waist and hugging her close before starting to walk with her, guiding the younger woman deeper into the maze of vibrant plant-life, where the colors almost glow beneath the glow of two moons. ]
I'm glad you're enjoying your time here, Penny. I like having guests, especially when they're not my subjects. I encourage everyone to be honest with me, but when you're the Empress, people sometimes... make assumptions based on misplaced fear. So when I have someone like you come along, someone who isn't a subject, I get a little excited. [ celine doesn't pull her gaze from penny as they walk and talk, gazing at her with rapt adoration. ] You know, there's a very specific flower I'd like you to see. It's a favorite of mine. Come, come.
You’re joking, right? [ although even as soon as she’s said it, penny knows that celine was being very honest. it’s not that celine doesn’t joke, it’s just that she hasn’t done anything so crass or basic as make up some local custom to haze her with. (and, if penny’s being honest, it’s the sort of prank she’d absolutely pull herself.)
maybe there’s just too many people here. when there’s an actual galaxy-wide empire, it makes sense that “trick the new girl into bowing to the wrong person” sort of jokes lose their luster.
she stumbles a little as celine starts to tug at her waist, hurried little steps to keep up with the empress’ long, powerful strides. ] Yeah, I guess. Like Taylor being surrounded by yes-men. [ wait, has she told celine about? - ] Uh - Taylor Swift, she’s a pop star. [ and now she’s talking about earth culture again, ugh.
the stars above them are beautiful. penny’s studied a bit of astronomy as a kid - stargazing with her uncle, trying to build her own telescope. she knows a few constellations, but it’s wild to see how little she recognizes in this corner of the universe. it’s odd, and unfamiliar, but it’s still incredible.
but it’s also hard to think about that when celine is so close to her. penny can feel the warmth radiating from her body, smell the spice of her perfume, and try to not meet her gaze too much. ]
[ as winding and twisted as the royal gardens are, they're not quite a maze; walking through them at night feels more like being guided by a river, such is the way the exotic scents blend together in a way that seeps beneath the skin and sweetens the air. there are many entertainments available to celine as empress, and many of them eventually turn dull, but never this. never this kind of night-time stroll, and particularly not with a beautiful young woman's waist settled within her arm.
celine glances at penny, smiling lightly as she takes note of how those big, expressive eyes see past the plants to the stars above. ] Yes, they're beautiful. It's like having two gardens at once: the flora and the celestial. Neither are beyond my grasp. [ and she resists the urge to grasp penny that much more tightly. ] But I know how unfamiliar constellations can make one... aware of their distance from home. I'm a great traveler myself, and much as I enjoy it, there have been times on distant planets when I've both loved the stars and felt... so very lonely. [ as she speaks, celine's voice grows a little distant, even reflective; she's not lying about travel nor those feelings of loneliness. sometimes, she feels lonely here, in her own empire, beneath the stars she's gazed at all her life.
her smile resurfaces. ] But you're never alone here. [ she kisses penny on the top of the head; the undertones of her overture are obvious yet restrained enough that she could reasonably claim it to be a kiss of platonic affection... which it isn't. ] Here we are.
[ the plant before them is a beautiful bed of crimson, like roses growing as vociferously as poppies. as the pair of them approach, the flowers lift up on their stalks, sensing their presence and starting to sway, to dance in an almost sensual motion. which is fitting, considering the aphrodisiac effect their pollen has. ] I had them genetically designed myself.
I guess. The only gardening I’ve done has been, like, basil and tomatoes. [ and they didn’t survive for more than a few months on her apartment’s trellis, thanks to a heat wave and some anxious, overly-enthusiastic watering. but hearing celine talk about something so jejune as loneliness makes penny pause. maybe they’ve got the same problems sometimes, being above other people - very literally - and trying to stay grounded. it’s a big universe, and they’re just flesh and blood. (and superpowers).
she huddles a little closer to celine and smiles, face lighting up at the quick kiss to her brow. sometimes, the empress is just - Friendly. nice. she’s already promised to find a trainer so penny can pick up some more fighting techniques, which is really cool of her. things are different in the empire, and she can’t count how many times celine has expressed a particular interest in her, spoken or not, but - well, some things are just the same. ]
Oh, wow. [ it’s a sea of scarlet. it’s not like a rosebush, with twigs and leaves in between the flowers. it’s just flowers covering every possible inch of the plot. they’re all perfectly identical, stretching towards the heavens. penny watches as they start to move as if in a breeze (though the air’s perfectly still), turning towards the two of them, opening. ] So were these crossbred or like, did you engineer the cellular chromosomes from scratch?
[ celine pushes her a little closer - penny doesn’t try to think about how the hand is mostly on her ass, not on the small of her back - and penny can take the hint. she delicately lifts up one flower, trying not to damage it, and inhales. ]
[ there's something about the way penny huddles that much closer which causes celine's breath to catch, if only for the thinnest sliver of a second. it provokes a sudden and unpleasantly strong feeling of... protection. celine shakes it off, this unfamiliar feeling of fondness for what should be (and will be) another conquest, of body and planet alike. it should be simple enough: take penny into her collection of wives and in doing so, take her planet. it's far from an unsurmountable task, no matter how much of a so-called hero penny is, and yet celine knows she'll be disappointed if penny proves an enemy. more than disappointed, actually, but she's choosing not to think about that. it would be bad to think about that, it would be -
it would be weak.
celine banishes all unsettling thoughts of affection for penny parker from her mind. instead, celine focuses in on penny's ass and how well it fills her palm even as her hand rests lightly without squeezing like the deep-rooted hunger within her pushes her to do. ]
Crossbred, between a native plant and a mutant of my own making. Sometimes two seeming disparate entities can create something... rather special. [ her red lips curve into a slash of a smile as penny inhales; she glides easily right behind the younger woman, arms encircling penny's waist as large breasts crush to the little spider's back. her voice falls a few octaves into a silky promise, her breath warm against the back of penny's neck. ] How does the scent strike you?
Like people, right?. [ one and one make two - except for those extraordinary circumstances when everything comes together just right, and one and one make three. it might be a child, it might be a new suit for superpowers, it might just be a quick, shared experience. something intimate, maybe warm and a little flushed, with tangled limbs and deep, seering kisses -
huh, maybe she’s pent up. from being near celine, from turning down the advances of two super gorgeous handmaidens, it only makes sense that she couldn’t sleep. and why she’s thinking about sex like, a lot.
her pulse spikes, partially from the pollen, partially from having celine even closer than she had been. she tries not to think about the weight of celine’s breasts on her back, and nearly immediately fails. they’d be good to feel, or even to taste. ] It’s nice. Sweet, and I think a little spicy, and - there’s, uh. something else. [ penny shivers, pressing back into celine’s grip. the older woman keeps her close to the flowers. not so close as to be inhaling directly from the blooms as she had a moment ago, but penny can still feel the heat buzzing at her nose.
or maybe that’s something else. it’s awfully warm. ]
[ celine's smile broadens just a little. ] Like people. Precisely. [ her fingers move idly against the small of penny's back; almost dancing a ballet, so light yet frequent is her touch. the fragrance of the flowers linger in the air, but it has no effect on celine. she's always careful to ensure that none of her creations, however mild, can be used against her. besides, she hardly needs an aphrodisiac scent wafting through the air to conjure up desire within. she's already brimming with it, particularly here and tonight with penny parker. ]
Careful. [ celine giggles a little as penny presses back into her grasp, and she eases around to wrap her arms around penny's waist. ] There are many scents on this world and others you would find alien, and hard to describe. One day, I hope I'll set foot on your planet, and take in the unique scents there. [ celine tilts her head and takes an obvious sniff of penny's neck. ] I'm already enjoying them. You feel warm, darling.
[ she nearly beams when celine agrees with her. given how late it is and how cloudy her head’s starting to feel, penny’s not entirely sure she’s making sense, so it’s nice that she’s not talking complete gibberish. (for now). penny shrugs, or at least tries to, with empress tightening her grip. ]
They’re just scents, there’s nothing that special. Not compared to her. [ because of course nothing like home really feels extraordinary, it’s home. freshly-cut grass and stale donuts and garbage on the streets can’t compare to the complicated, foreign, utterly alien scents on another freakin’ planet. even with a woman like celine as her guide.
and speaking of which - yeah, something’s starting to really stir. celine’s getting more overt, and penny can’t think of a reason to push her away. ] Uh - [ she stammers, trying to not think about celine’s breath warm on her skin. ] Yeah, it’s pretty hot.
[ except it’s not, it’s completely perfect, the same as it had been a moment ago. penny absentmindedly pulls at the loose knot of her robe, undoing it, letting it open to show the negligee underneath. and even that’s not doing much to hide the heave of her breasts, or how her nipples stiffen. ]
[ celine presses herself against penny's back with a firm warmth; her ample breasts crush against the thin fabric which does so little to separate flesh from flesh, and her chin rests upon penny's head for a moment. she feels penny loosen her robe, and her smile shifts almost imperceptibly upward. the redhead peers down over penny, lips parting a little as she drinks in the new view of the younger woman's breasts confined within the negligee which, like everything else, is a gift from celine.
and really, everything IS a gift from celine. she's always thought so, since ascending the throne and taking the title of empress. air and water, food and shelter, pleasure and pain: they're all gifts, for which celine is owed everything.
she inclines her head again, taking another obvious inhale of penny's scent and then exhaling as if she's tasting wine. ] You're right, darling. It is hot tonight. [ celine unwinds herself from penny, letting her hand caress a shoulder as she drifts forward with dreamy slowness. standing in front of penny but facing away, celine lets undoes the one or two laces upon her dress to let it slide away like oil and pool at her feet, leaving her in -
- in next to nothing. just a green lace thong and nothing more. ] That's better.
[ it’s a little surprising that celine is going to take penny’s frankly pitiful excuse at face value. and it’s a bit of a relief to have celine step away, feel the cool(ish) air against her frame. but just as well, penny’s groin just about twitches with need, and not having the empress so close to her is suddenly - intolerable.
she’s about to say something, about to backtrack and say that no, they can still cuddle, what they were doing was cuddling, wasn’t it - hold on, do they have cuddling in the empire? and then celine’s gown drops.
and really, penny should have known it wasn’t going to be quite so easy.
for a moment, she’s rooted to the ground, eyes wide in obvious shock. ] Oh. [ celine doesn’t turn around, like she’s waiting for something. ] Oh, wow. [ how can somebody be that perfect, even from the back? penny stares, doesn’t make any attempt to hide it in any way.
maybe it’s because of the guidance of her handmaidens. maybe it’s the arousing power of the pollen, engineered specifically for a horny, obedient daze. or maybe it’s celine’s own psionics, teasing at penny’s brain, nudging her along. but regardless, she hears a voice in some tiny corner of her head: distant, soft, and spoken like steel.
Show Propriety.
this is the empire. celine is the empress. there’s only one way to show the correct propriety - and gratitude, and deference. penny’s nearly shaking with arousal as she lets her own robe slide down her shoulders, though she bunches the fabric up into a ball, holding it in her hands.
Kneel.
penny kneels, cautiously and a little awkwardly, sitting back on the balls of her heels. ] Your Majesty.
Oh, Dione has such lovely little tits; you should really enjoy them as much as you want. I miss you too, my darling. So desperately... but I'll be with you just as soon as it's safe here. In the meantime, I encourage you to indulge with Dione and... others.
Of course they are, beauty that you are. I imagine that not having you to themselves, they must fall upon each other night after night, wishing terribly that you'd deign to join them.
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the garden
Date: 2024-05-08 11:29 pm (UTC)she’s been the “esteemed guest” of the radiant empress (she who commands the stars, may she reign eternal!) for a couple of weeks, and things are wild. the planet is gorgeous, for one, all lush fields and overgrown forests and white sand beaches. much of it is natural, but she’s been shown the grand machines and devices that help to allocate precipitation and wind, and makes sure the temperature at the poles is “nearly as perfect” as the equator. and imperial citizens - at least the ones she’s met - are a pretty fun bunch. there’s a lot of parties and games, some pretty banging music, and really, really good wine.
but a part of her’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. penny has a responsibility back home, and she can’t shake her first impression: an alleged ambassador to earth firing at her with some laser gauntlet and taking out the bus stop behind her. she knows they can fight: she’s seen the walls of weapons and trophies in Celine’s palace. twice now, she’s sat at Celine’s side in the grand colosseum's royal box, watching races and sparring and wrestling. and as fun as it is to watch top athletes in their element, she’s not sure what to make of the empress promising “something more interesting next time.”
and then there’s celine.
it’s like trying to talk to a marble statue, a sunset, a mountain. penny didn’t know that somebody could really command that much presence and power. and there’s no doubt that celine knows it, and likes it - when a hundred thousand people in the arena are cheering the empress’ name, there isn’t so much of a hint of modesty on her face. she loves adoration from the masses as much as from individuals, because a couple times they’ve met for breakfast, and penny can definitely smell sex on her. there’s times where penny’s caught her staring - not that celine’s made much an effort to hide it - and those looks are pretty similar to how the empress sizes up her attendees.
(“attendees” is the word that penny’s mentally calling the dozens of gorgeous, thinly-clad women that wait on them hand and foot. she doesn’t want to think about “servants.” she really doesn’t want to think about “slaves.”)
it’s just a lot to take in. and so, two weeks after arrival, there’s a night where, as much as she tosses and turns, penny can’t fall asleep. romeda and dione, the handmaidens that celine
gaveloanedassigned to penny, tittered and offered a few suggestions: sex, a massage, a midnight feast. and then one suggested that if penny really just wanted to wander a little, there was no better place than in the empress’ private gardens.penny couldn’t think of a reason not to go, so. she went.
(she did not see the message dione sent to celine almost immediately: Consort-In-Training Penelope has been sent to the Garden of Submission, Your Radiance. May your claiming be violent and pleasurable.)
the garden is beautiful, and for a few minutes, penny just wanders through the topiary and statues, taking in the sweet-but-spicy scent of the flowers and the endless stars above her. she’s about to find somewhere to sit, maybe listen to some music, before her spider-sense starts to hum, and she looks from one side, to another, and then - ]
Oh!
[ empress celine is flying, hovering above as she slowly descends to the ground.
she drops into a clumsy attempt at a curtsy, which is really more like a decisive nod. it doesn’t help that she’s only in an admittedly comfortable negligee and robe that was offered to her. (actually, a dozen were offered, and this was one of the thicker ones.) ]
Sorry - Dione said that I should check this place out. She said you wouldn’t mind if my first time wasn’t a guided tour or anything.
Re: the garden
Date: 2024-05-13 04:05 pm (UTC)yes, celine likes this part, but not as much as what comes next. tonight is not the night itself, when she'll fully claim penny before everyone as she has done with concubines in the past, but it's an important night all the same. in truth, celine wishes to be alone with the girl. had she merely been attracted to penny, she'd already be among her concubines but she has a sincere affection for the girl as well, and how could she not? parker is sweet and gentle and utterly adorable, but she has a courage and strength that will make her an ideal addition to the empire. there's something else about the girl, too, something which celine has trouble putting her finger on... but no matter. everything is proceeding perfectly anyway.
the night sky is especially beautiful tonight, and celine finds herself appreciating it all the more for being one of the few things she cannot bring under her control. a little reminder that she has not ascended to godhood just yet, even if she's scarcely a stone's throw from it. she feels penny's presence they see each other, and her ruby lips curve into an ingratiating smile as she lets herself glide gently back down to solid ground. she's dressed in a plunging green outfit so sheer it can only be nightwear, but concepts of modesty are not the same here as they are on earth. that's certainly obvious from the way celine watches penny; not drooling or leering, but appreciating openly and making no secret of her interest while always taking care that penny knows just how casual sex is in this, her empire.
their empire.
celine lets her gaze wander now, her smile turning a little sly as she drinks in the shape of penny's ample breasts within the negligee's confines. she giggles a little as she comes to stand before -- or rather loom over -- penny, raising a hand to cup the other woman's cheek. ] Good evening, darling. I was hoping you'd take Dione at her word. Walk with me?
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Date: 2024-05-13 11:38 pm (UTC)but some of the paintings she’s seen, the songs she’s heard, the holovids she’s watched - the empire talks about how celine ‘liberated’ the planet from her tyrant sister, but penny’s got a feeling there’s some serious PR spin in there. it’s maybe why she’s been a little guarded, why she’s dug her heels in and gotten so obstinate about the idea of sleeping with celine.
because, damn. would.
still, all of the second thoughts and hesitation can’t hide the way penny’s pulse throbs as celine touches down, or how she shifts a little under the older woman’s gaze. ] Sure. [ her voice is small, distant, caught in her throat from the way that celine’s fingers graze against her face.
penny clears her throat. ] I mean - sure. [ she adjusts the thin gauze of the robe, trying to shield a little more from the air. it’s not cold, not even cool, just a habit. ] It’s really pretty here. I thought that space flowers would be weirder, like - bucket plants the size of me or something. But they just look normal.
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Date: 2024-05-14 05:10 pm (UTC)Oh, but you've scarcely seen the entire garden. And it's too big to get to in one night, so we'll take our time and I'll show you a few favorites. Just be warned: some of these plants do bite, but then, the prettiest things so often have the sharpest teeth, don't they? [ celine's lips curve into a sly smile that carries more than a hint of flirtation, and she doesn't even ask before sliding her arm around penny's waist and hugging her close before starting to walk with her, guiding the younger woman deeper into the maze of vibrant plant-life, where the colors almost glow beneath the glow of two moons. ]
I'm glad you're enjoying your time here, Penny. I like having guests, especially when they're not my subjects. I encourage everyone to be honest with me, but when you're the Empress, people sometimes... make assumptions based on misplaced fear. So when I have someone like you come along, someone who isn't a subject, I get a little excited. [ celine doesn't pull her gaze from penny as they walk and talk, gazing at her with rapt adoration. ] You know, there's a very specific flower I'd like you to see. It's a favorite of mine. Come, come.
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Date: 2024-05-14 06:32 pm (UTC)maybe there’s just too many people here. when there’s an actual galaxy-wide empire, it makes sense that “trick the new girl into bowing to the wrong person” sort of jokes lose their luster.
she stumbles a little as celine starts to tug at her waist, hurried little steps to keep up with the empress’ long, powerful strides. ] Yeah, I guess. Like Taylor being surrounded by yes-men. [ wait, has she told celine about? - ] Uh - Taylor Swift, she’s a pop star. [ and now she’s talking about earth culture again, ugh.
the stars above them are beautiful. penny’s studied a bit of astronomy as a kid - stargazing with her uncle, trying to build her own telescope. she knows a few constellations, but it’s wild to see how little she recognizes in this corner of the universe. it’s odd, and unfamiliar, but it’s still incredible.
but it’s also hard to think about that when celine is so close to her. penny can feel the warmth radiating from her body, smell the spice of her perfume, and try to not meet her gaze too much. ]
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Date: 2024-05-18 05:33 pm (UTC)celine glances at penny, smiling lightly as she takes note of how those big, expressive eyes see past the plants to the stars above. ] Yes, they're beautiful. It's like having two gardens at once: the flora and the celestial. Neither are beyond my grasp. [ and she resists the urge to grasp penny that much more tightly. ] But I know how unfamiliar constellations can make one... aware of their distance from home. I'm a great traveler myself, and much as I enjoy it, there have been times on distant planets when I've both loved the stars and felt... so very lonely. [ as she speaks, celine's voice grows a little distant, even reflective; she's not lying about travel nor those feelings of loneliness. sometimes, she feels lonely here, in her own empire, beneath the stars she's gazed at all her life.
her smile resurfaces. ] But you're never alone here. [ she kisses penny on the top of the head; the undertones of her overture are obvious yet restrained enough that she could reasonably claim it to be a kiss of platonic affection... which it isn't. ] Here we are.
[ the plant before them is a beautiful bed of crimson, like roses growing as vociferously as poppies. as the pair of them approach, the flowers lift up on their stalks, sensing their presence and starting to sway, to dance in an almost sensual motion. which is fitting, considering the aphrodisiac effect their pollen has. ] I had them genetically designed myself.
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Date: 2024-05-18 07:34 pm (UTC)she huddles a little closer to celine and smiles, face lighting up at the quick kiss to her brow. sometimes, the empress is just - Friendly. nice. she’s already promised to find a trainer so penny can pick up some more fighting techniques, which is really cool of her. things are different in the empire, and she can’t count how many times celine has expressed a particular interest in her, spoken or not, but - well, some things are just the same. ]
Oh, wow. [ it’s a sea of scarlet. it’s not like a rosebush, with twigs and leaves in between the flowers. it’s just flowers covering every possible inch of the plot. they’re all perfectly identical, stretching towards the heavens. penny watches as they start to move as if in a breeze (though the air’s perfectly still), turning towards the two of them, opening. ] So were these crossbred or like, did you engineer the cellular chromosomes from scratch?
[ celine pushes her a little closer - penny doesn’t try to think about how the hand is mostly on her ass, not on the small of her back - and penny can take the hint. she delicately lifts up one flower, trying not to damage it, and inhales. ]
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Date: 2024-05-27 02:41 pm (UTC)it would be weak.
celine banishes all unsettling thoughts of affection for penny parker from her mind. instead, celine focuses in on penny's ass and how well it fills her palm even as her hand rests lightly without squeezing like the deep-rooted hunger within her pushes her to do. ]
Crossbred, between a native plant and a mutant of my own making. Sometimes two seeming disparate entities can create something... rather special. [ her red lips curve into a slash of a smile as penny inhales; she glides easily right behind the younger woman, arms encircling penny's waist as large breasts crush to the little spider's back. her voice falls a few octaves into a silky promise, her breath warm against the back of penny's neck. ] How does the scent strike you?
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Date: 2024-05-27 07:42 pm (UTC)huh, maybe she’s pent up. from being near celine, from turning down the advances of two super gorgeous handmaidens, it only makes sense that she couldn’t sleep. and why she’s thinking about sex like, a lot.
her pulse spikes, partially from the pollen, partially from having celine even closer than she had been. she tries not to think about the weight of celine’s breasts on her back, and nearly immediately fails. they’d be good to feel, or even to taste. ] It’s nice. Sweet, and I think a little spicy, and - there’s, uh. something else. [ penny shivers, pressing back into celine’s grip. the older woman keeps her close to the flowers. not so close as to be inhaling directly from the blooms as she had a moment ago, but penny can still feel the heat buzzing at her nose.
or maybe that’s something else. it’s awfully warm. ]
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Date: 2024-06-01 01:53 pm (UTC)Careful. [ celine giggles a little as penny presses back into her grasp, and she eases around to wrap her arms around penny's waist. ] There are many scents on this world and others you would find alien, and hard to describe. One day, I hope I'll set foot on your planet, and take in the unique scents there. [ celine tilts her head and takes an obvious sniff of penny's neck. ] I'm already enjoying them. You feel warm, darling.
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Date: 2024-06-02 10:39 pm (UTC)They’re just scents, there’s nothing that special. Not compared to her. [ because of course nothing like home really feels extraordinary, it’s home. freshly-cut grass and stale donuts and garbage on the streets can’t compare to the complicated, foreign, utterly alien scents on another freakin’ planet. even with a woman like celine as her guide.
and speaking of which - yeah, something’s starting to really stir. celine’s getting more overt, and penny can’t think of a reason to push her away. ] Uh - [ she stammers, trying to not think about celine’s breath warm on her skin. ] Yeah, it’s pretty hot.
[ except it’s not, it’s completely perfect, the same as it had been a moment ago. penny absentmindedly pulls at the loose knot of her robe, undoing it, letting it open to show the negligee underneath. and even that’s not doing much to hide the heave of her breasts, or how her nipples stiffen. ]
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Date: 2024-06-07 01:42 pm (UTC)and really, everything IS a gift from celine. she's always thought so, since ascending the throne and taking the title of empress. air and water, food and shelter, pleasure and pain: they're all gifts, for which celine is owed everything.
she inclines her head again, taking another obvious inhale of penny's scent and then exhaling as if she's tasting wine. ] You're right, darling. It is hot tonight. [ celine unwinds herself from penny, letting her hand caress a shoulder as she drifts forward with dreamy slowness. standing in front of penny but facing away, celine lets undoes the one or two laces upon her dress to let it slide away like oil and pool at her feet, leaving her in -
- in next to nothing. just a green lace thong and nothing more. ] That's better.
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Date: 2024-06-08 04:09 am (UTC)she’s about to say something, about to backtrack and say that no, they can still cuddle, what they were doing was cuddling, wasn’t it - hold on, do they have cuddling in the empire? and then celine’s gown drops.
and really, penny should have known it wasn’t going to be quite so easy.
for a moment, she’s rooted to the ground, eyes wide in obvious shock. ] Oh. [ celine doesn’t turn around, like she’s waiting for something. ] Oh, wow. [ how can somebody be that perfect, even from the back? penny stares, doesn’t make any attempt to hide it in any way.
maybe it’s because of the guidance of her handmaidens. maybe it’s the arousing power of the pollen, engineered specifically for a horny, obedient daze. or maybe it’s celine’s own psionics, teasing at penny’s brain, nudging her along. but regardless, she hears a voice in some tiny corner of her head: distant, soft, and spoken like steel.
Show Propriety.
this is the empire. celine is the empress. there’s only one way to show the correct propriety - and gratitude, and deference. penny’s nearly shaking with arousal as she lets her own robe slide down her shoulders, though she bunches the fabric up into a ball, holding it in her hands.
Kneel.
penny kneels, cautiously and a little awkwardly, sitting back on the balls of her heels. ] Your Majesty.
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Date: 2025-02-02 05:42 pm (UTC)[ of course it does. it's a specially-designed aphrodisiac to induce aggression and dominance...against whoever's wearing it. ]
how long are you offworld?
[ leaving penny, of course, under the care of celine's handmaidens. ]
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Date: 2025-02-11 06:48 pm (UTC)As for how long, it depends: no longer than a month, at the most. More likely to be a week.
How are you getting along without me, my love?
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Date: 2025-02-11 06:57 pm (UTC)i like to think of it more as an acquisition?
[ yes, they're still going to have this argument. ]
i'm alright
they're being really sweet
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Date: 2025-02-19 08:01 pm (UTC)Aren't they just? So sweet, and so beautiful too, yes?
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Date: 2025-02-19 08:08 pm (UTC)it's wild
but they're asking if i need anything
a lot
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:27 pm (UTC)They're there to provide, my love.
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:28 pm (UTC)i might've made out with one
dione, i think??
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:30 pm (UTC)I miss you too, my darling. So desperately... but I'll be with you just as soon as it's safe here.
In the meantime, I encourage you to indulge with Dione and... others.
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:31 pm (UTC)i'm not going to do that!!
[ beat. ]
well
maybe once
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:33 pm (UTC)More than once, Pen. As many times as you want until you're back in my arms.
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:34 pm (UTC)[ staring. eye-fucking. ]
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:35 pm (UTC)I imagine that not having you to themselves, they must fall upon each other night after night, wishing terribly that you'd deign to join them.
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