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FILL 1/2 - Aspity/Aglaya- interrogation

[(Anonymous)]

Aglaya shifted her weight between her legs as she stood in the drafty hallway of the home where they said the woman who first brought the plague lived. There’d been no answer to her repeated knocking, so Aglaya had tried the handle and the door had swung wide open. She’d called out to no response, and now she stood quietly in the doorway, weighing her options.

It wasn’t likely the woman had fled - she’d been here since the last plague, after all. But to leave her home unlocked and unguarded was dangerous with the way muggers and thieves had begun to roam the streets in the daylight. Aglaya’s heart pounded as she considered the other possibilities. Was the woman dead? Or worse, infected?

Aglaya had been lucky to make it here all the way from the Cathedral unscathed, it’d be a shame to step right into a cloud of stale, sick air now. And yet, her duty called her. Aglaya needed to investigate every person of interest, and this woman, Aspity, was the last person she had to speak to.

The others had been easy to summon and even easier to interrogate, each with their own thinly concealed agenda. But Aspity didn’t play by the rules, it seemed, and neither Bachelor nor Haruspex, nor even the little Changeling seemed to have much influence with her.

So, the situation assessed, Aglaya stepped forward, a loud creak sounding from the floorboards as she moved. She sucked in a breath, the hair on the back of her neck rising as she crept down the hallway, heartbeat pounding in her ears. At the end of the hallway, a familiar looking doll sat haphazardly on a crate, and Aglaya’s hand twitched towards her holster as she grew closer to the doorway at the end of the hall.

It was completely dark on the other side of the doorway, and every muscle in Aglaya’s body was tense as she stepped through.

“People usually wait for an invitation,” a low voice drawled out, and Aglaya’s jaw dropped in a silent scream as she jumped, both arms stretched out in front of her tightly gripping her pistol. A scratchy laugh followed, and fury raced white hot through Aglaya’s veins as she lowered her gun.

“People usually answer a summons from the Inquisitor,” she snapped, professional demeanor momentarily forgotten. “Didn’t you hear me knocking at the door?”

Aspity looked down at the floor, disinterested. “You must not have been pounding hard enough,” she answered.

Aglaya frowned, already desperate for the interaction to be over. No wonder no one had been able to haul the woman into the Cathedral for questioning. “You’re quite lucky I came down here to question you rather than simply hand you over to the guards.”

“Oh, how kind of you, Lady Inquisitor,” Aspity said, looking at her fingernails.

It wasn’t easy to get under Aglaya’s skin, she’d been an Inquisitor for years, after all. She was trained to deal with all kinds of criminals and villains, and she was not going to let some stubborn woman out in the steppe get a leg up on her.

“You’re welcome,” she responded airily. “Now, how long have you been living here?”

The woman’s dark gaze was piercing as she looked Aglaya up and down from across the room. “Since I was born,” Aspity replied. “I wasn’t expecting you to ask such simple questions after coming all the way here.”

“I’m merely establishing your background,” Aglaya said coolly, her composure returning. “But wait, that’s…” She paused for a moment, considering. “Everyone I’ve spoken to said you appeared in the town just five years ago. This isn’t my first time doing this, you know.”

Aspity smirked, stepping closer. “If you were smarter, you’d have stayed back home in the Capitol.”

Jaw clenched, Aglaya inhaled deeply through her nose, willing herself not to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her affected. “I could have you killed for lying,” she said, but Aspity continued to look unaffected.

It was irritating, so terribly irritating that Aglaya’s mere presence wasn’t enough to make the woman submit. The cold façade she’d spent years crafting and perfecting, her power and authority, her learned intimidation, all of it meant nothing to this short woman clothed in rags.

“What do you know about the shabnak-adyr?” Aglaya asked, moving along with her questioning; she didn’t have all day.

Now Aspity smiled, the low light glinting against her sharp teeth, lips stretched almost gleefully. “Funny you should ask,” she said, drawing ever nearer.

Aglaya felt her heel move off the ground, her weight shift as she began to step backwards, but then stopped. What was it about this woman that had her so out of sorts? Her pulse moved quickly against her neck, and her mouth was dry as she moved her foot back to its original position.

“Are you afraid of me, Inquisitor?”

“Don’t be foolish,” Aglaya shot back. “Stop avoiding the question, I’m well aware of your knowledge on the Kin and their beliefs.”

Aspity pouted, a mocking gesture. “All right, dear, I’ll take pity on you, since you really are helpless.”

Aglaya refused to rise to the bait, stared impassively at the woman before her in silence, waiting.

“The shabnak is an evil spirit, a mere skeleton that needs a woman’s flesh to cover its bones. The one who brought the Sand Plague, who will bring ruin to this town to balance the scales.” Aspity was solemn as she spoke but smirked again as soon as she finished. “Do you believe that, Inquisitor? There’s just one person bringing disease to this town, and once you have them hanged everything will go back to normal?”

“I’d rather like for that to be the case,” Aglaya said, “but that’s merely fairy tale thinking. It’s true that this town is testing the limits of reality, it’s grown far too unnatural to ignore. It would be nice if I could wrap this up easily - a little miracle of my own.”

Aspity laughed, “I wasn’t expecting a government official to be so idealistic. So, you believe these people deserve to die? All because someone built a structure out of wishes and dreams?”

Aglaya frowned and stepped forward, drawing herself up to her full height so that the candlelight flickered under her chin, casting dramatic shadows across her face. “My job here is to save lives, not destroy them. You would do well to remember that.”

“I would, wouldn’t I?” Aspity moved closer still, her head tilting up and that same insufferable smirk still cut across her face. “But I’m not so sure. I think you already know who the shabnak-adyr is, isn’t that right?”

She wouldn’t back down, not now. “It would be prudent to wait until all the evidence has been gathered before making decisions such as that. Were I to have the wrong person executed, it would cost me my own life.”

“We certainly wouldn’t want that,” Aspity purred. “I’ll tell you how to find the shabnak, then.”

The woman was close to Aglaya now, far too close, and she was tilting her head up to murmur in Aglaya’s ear.

“Her legs are made of bone, with nothing to cover them. Were you to disrobe each woman in the town, you’d make quick work of it, wouldn’t you?”

Heat rose up the back of Aglaya’s neck. “Or, it would be a complete waste of my time while the shabnak slips away undetected.”

Warm lips brushed against the space just below Aglaya’s ear, “Perhaps you might even start here.”

Immediately, Aglaya stepped backwards. “Such insolence,” she reprimanded. “I’ve seen people put to death for much less.”

“Oh?” Aspity asked, her head cocked to the side. “And will you put me to death, Aglaya?”

The use of her name made Aglaya see red - perhaps she’d been wrong to ignore the woman’s cheek this long.

“Where were you during the riots?” Aglaya pressed.

“You really need me to tell you?”

“For the record,” Aglaya insisted, jaw tight. “Where were you?”

“In the termitary, of course,” she replied, as easy as it should have been the first time.

“But you weren’t locked in.”

“Of course not. I had others to rescue, you see. Keep them from being slaughtered by the likes of the townsfolk.”

Aglaya hummed, “So you do have a heart, after all.”

“Unlike you,” Aspity spat.

Hands curled into fists at Aglaya’s sides. “What are you implying?” She snapped.

“Come now, Aglaya, don’t look so surprised. You’ve only come here to save your own neck. You just need to find someone to label as the cause of this mess and then you’re free.”

“How did you -”

“Am I wrong?” Aspity’s eyes shone dark in the candlelight.

Aglaya was at a loss for words. “I - I’m here to do my job!”

“And your job involves going into innocent people’s homes and harassing them?”

“You left me no choice!” Aglaya exploded. “You brought this on yourself and now you’re mocking me?”

Aspity snickered, and as Aglaya fumed, her laugh grew louder and louder until she was doubled over, arms wrapped around her waist as though she might split apart at the seams.

“Oh, Inquisitor,” she gasped, “All it takes is a little push and your decorum completely vanishes.”

“You’ve been trying to make a fool of me since I’ve been here,” Aglaya hissed.

“Since you got into town, yes.”

Aglaya stepped forward, rising to her full height to look down at Aspity. “You think you’re so smart,” she said, “but you’re messing with the wrong person. I’ll call the guards into action the second I return to the Cathedral.”

Aspity gasped, eyes wide and Aglaya’s lips spread into a smile, reveling in the fear on the other woman’s face, the feeling she’d been trying to instill into her the moment she’d walked in the door. Candlelight danced across Aspity’s face, bright spots twinkling in her eyes. They were close enough now that Aspity’s breath tickled her face, cool and moist.

Without meaning to, Aglaya’s eyes traveled lower along Aspity’s jaw, down the tendon of her neck as it twitched. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry.

“It would be such a shame to kill me, wouldn’t it, Aglaya?”

“I’m not so sure,” Aglaya murmured. “I’m not quite sure you’re much use to me alive.”

A sudden, sharp noise split the air as Aspity cackled again, no doubt another joke at Aglaya’s expense. Aglaya wasn’t going to let her get away with treating her like this. She needed swift and effective punishment.

“Get on your knees,” Aglaya snarled, the skin on her nose wrinkling.

Aspity’s eyes were nearly black in the candlelight, and though the room was dim, Aglaya felt that she was watching someone starved gaze upon a feast. Her pulse quickened, breathing unsteady as Aspity’s gaze dropped down to her lips, her breasts.

Hardly any time had passed at all, but it seemed like an eternity before Aspity spoke, another challenge, “Make me.”

It seemed as though Aglaya had left her self-control back at the Cathedral, and she was no longer able to control her impulses. She’d only been trained in self-defense as far as it concerned firearms, yet she still lunged forward to grab Aspity’s cloak in her fists.

Just as quickly Aspity swung her fist forward, narrowly missing Aglaya’s face, she focused instead on grabbing Aglaya’s hair close to the roots, pulling it out of the neat bun that sat at the crown of her head. It stung as her head was sharply pulled to the side, and she released her grip on Aspity’s robes with one hand to claw wildly at her face.

“Why don’t you listen to me?” Aglaya screeched. It was immature, so incredibly childish, but so was the woman before her, and she was desperate to gain control of the situation.

A foot stomped down on hers and Aglaya yelped in pain, her other hand slipping off of the cloak, and then her hand was on the back of Aspity’s neck, and she was coming closer and then, as if it were happening in slow motion, their lips crashed together.

It hurt, like a misplaced headbutt, and Aglaya had definitely bitten her own lip in the process, but as she pulled away, breathless, she saw her own expression reflected in Aspity’s face, and she leaned down again, less forcefully this time.

Iron mixed with saliva, smeared across their lips as they kissed, more violently than Aglaya ever had before. She lost herself to it for a moment; the sharp teeth against her lips, mouth sucking roughly at her tongue, a hand gripping the back of her neck hard, as though she might turn and run away at any moment.

Their breath was loud, the only sound in the room save for the creaking of the house against the bitter wind outside. Finally, they both drew back, Aglaya dazed and breathless. For once, it seemed Aspity didn’t have a snarky comeback.

FILL 2/2 - Aspity/Aglaya- interrogation

[(Anonymous)]

“Kneel,” Aglaya said, mouth working before her brain could catch up.

“And do what?” Aspity panted.

“You’re going to lick my cunt until I say you’re done.”

“What if I say no?” Aspity’s words were charged but Aglaya didn’t miss the way her eyes trailed downwards, the unsubtle pink of her tongue swiping across her lower lip.

Aglaya hummed, “You said it would be a waste to turn you in, didn’t you? Prove it to me.”

Aspity held her gaze, determined, before she sank slowly to her knees, looking up all the while. The air was still, and Aglaya should have really turned around, headed back to the Cathedral, pretending none of this ever happened. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she lifted it, revealing the top edges of her boots, the dark fabric of her stockings.

“Well?” Aglaya prompted. “You’ve wasted enough of my time already.”

Perhaps because she didn’t feel like arguing, or because she’d gotten what she’d been angling for, Aspity simply moved closer, took the hem of Aglaya’s dress into her fists and pushed it up further, further, until the straps of her garters were exposed, followed by the hem of her bloomers, simple and plain.

With shaking hands, Aglaya took the hem of her dress from Aspity and held it just below her navel, only a thin layer of fabric between her and Aspity’s mouth. The moment seemed to stretch out between them, Aglaya’s heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, hoping the quiver in her voice would go undetected.

Aspity smirked, despite her position, before she leaned closer and brushed her lips against the skin of Aglaya’s inner thigh. It was embarrassing how wet Aglaya was already, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d touched herself, let alone anyone else. Cool, open mouthed kisses trailed up her leg, over fabric, to the crease where her thigh met her pelvis - hardly anything, and yet Aglaya was devoting nearly half of her brain power to holding in little, pleasurable noises.

Then, right there, cruel teeth bit into her skin, and Aglaya yelped. Immediately the pressure was gone and Aspity was sitting back on her heels, snickering.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

Aglaya nearly growled in frustration, nearly bent down to wring the woman’s stupid, smarmy neck, but she resisted. “I thought I was quite clear about the consequences of your disobedience,” she hissed.

“Oh, I know,” Aspity said easily. “I just like to see your face when things don’t go your way.”

Fists clenched tightly as Aglaya tried to repress her rage. “Look, I’m trying to do you a favor here. So, either start fucking me, or get ready for the gallows.”

Aspity’s face seemed to light up, and she raised her hand in a mock salute. “Anything you say ma’am.”

She didn’t give Aglaya a chance to snap back, instead reaching quickly for her underwear and pulling it down harshly. Cool air wafted between her legs, making the sensation of wetness that much more present. Aspity placed her mouth where it had been before and licked slowly, her tongue tracing just outside where Aglaya wanted. It occurred to her, then, that this wasn’t the first time Aspity had done something like this.

Aglaya refused to be teased, and instead stood still as Aspity’s mouth ghosted over her folds. It was strange, really, the way her breath seemed cold instead of warm, but Aglaya had far too much going on in her head to pay it any mind.

Finally, as if having grown bored, Aspity licked a wide stripe between Aglaya’s folds, and she had to clench her fists hard as she concentrated on standing still, not chasing the sensation. It didn’t matter, though, because it seemed Aspity was done teasing. Instead, she pressed the flat of her tongue hard against Aglaya’s clit, moving her head gently from side to side as she did.

There was nothing she could do - Aglaya let out a squeak. It really had been a long time, after all. Aspity took it as encouragement, though, and moved more roughly. Aglaya bit her lip, as if it would prevent any further noise from escaping. Her legs shook, and when Aspity pulled back for a moment, she nearly stumbled forward.

“Needy, aren’t we?” Aspity grinned, face wet.

Aglaya wanted so badly to retort, but the truth was that Aspity was right, and all she could think of was how to get her back where she wanted her. Luckily, Aspity leaned forward again, this time kissing down to Aglaya’s entrance. Aspity’s cool tongue dipped inside of her, and this time Aglaya moaned, no longer caring how she sounded.

One hand let go of her dress as Aglaya reached instead for Aspity’s short hair, grabbing hold of it to ground her as she clenched around the other woman’s tongue. How quickly she’d been reduced to a trembling mess, and yet she found she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

She truly hadn’t realized how long she’d gone without this pleasure, and now that she’d had a taste of it, Aglaya couldn’t get enough. It did feel good, getting shallowly fucked by Aspity’s tongue, but she needed more. Without thinking, she pulled Aspity’s head away from her, both of them panting as dark eyes found each other.

“Fuck me,” Aglaya breathed.

Aspity’s pupils were blown wide, nearly impossible to distinguish from her irises in the low light. “Why should I?” she asked.

“Oh, drop the act,” Aglaya huffed. “You’ve wanted me since I walked through the door, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Aspity purred, “I’ve been waiting for this moment since you came into town. Who wouldn’t want a chance to take the Inquisitor down a peg?”

Aglaya smirked, “Bold words for a woman kneeling beneath me.”

Aspity smiled up at her, made a show of licking her lips. “Then what are you waiting for? Get on the bed.”

Perhaps it should have been embarrassing, giving in to a woman like Aspity so easily in a house that seemed as if it might collapse at any moment, but Aglaya was too far gone to care. She moved around Aspity as she rose slowly from the floor and stood next to the bed.

The bed was lumpy and scratchy, really just a long cushion stuffed with who knows what laid on top of some crates. Aglaya wondered how Aspity could possibly sleep like this. It wasn’t that Aglaya had lived in luxury, no, she’d traveled to all kinds of places in her time as an Inquisitor. It just seemed the most uncomfortable sleeping situation imaginable, and it didn’t seem much more comfortable for intercourse.

Nevertheless, Aglaya unbuttoned her dress somewhat hastily, and tossed it aside, just as Aspity let out a low whistle. Aglaya rolled her eyes and continued removing her underclothes. When she finished changing, she noticed Aspity hadn’t removed any of her clothing at all.

“Forgetting something?”

Aspity cocked her head to the side, mirth in her eyes. “I’m not quite sure you’d be able to handle seeing all of me.”

The situation had already progressed far from anything remotely ethical, so if Aspity wanted to remain covered, Aglaya wasn’t going to push it. Slowly, Aspity moved forward and settled her hands on Aglaya’s waist, pressing her against the makeshift bed and Aglaya yielded easily, their positions reversed, Aglaya now the one looking up at Aspity.

Aspity crawled onto the bed, her hands braced on either side of Aglaya, knee pressed between her open legs. She squirmed under Aspity’s gaze, feeling as though the other woman was dissecting her, pulling apart the layers of skin, muscle, organs, bone, looking for something that wasn’t there.

“I really don’t have all day,” Aglaya murmured, and then Aspity was on her.

The lack of heat as Aspity trailed her mouth from Aglaya’s collarbone down to her breasts was strange, as though she wasn’t human. Her hands, too, were cool, one grasping at her breast, toying with her nipple, and the other held her waist, too tight to be comforting.

Aglaya didn’t have time to worry about it too much, instead canting her hips up against Aspity’s clothed thigh, no longer caring how wanton she seemed.

“Come on,” she growled, reaching for Aspity’s wrist, dragging her hand down to where she needed her.

“Needy, aren’t you,” Aspity said.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” Aglaya bit out. “You have a lot riding on your performance.”

Aspity laughed, and then, without ceremony, she slipped a finger into Aglaya, who clenched hard around her.

“More,” she groaned.

“Sure you can take it? Seems like it’s been a while for you,” Aspity smirked.

“Fuck off,” Aglaya hissed. “Give me another finger before I hang you myself.”

Shrugging, Aspity pulled out her finger before slipping back in with two. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk back to the Cathedral.”

Aglaya moaned loudly, reveling in the fullness, rocking against Aspity’s hand. No longer teasing, Aspity picked up the pace, crooking her fingers each time she pulled back until finally she found a spot that had Aglaya biting her lip to keep from shouting. The sensation was overwhelming, such a distant memory that it almost felt foreign.

“Your mouth,” Aglaya panted, “suck my clit.”

Almost immediately Aspity complied, too focused on the task at hand to act cocky any longer. Aglaya reached out blindly for Aspity’s head, digging her fingers into her hair. It should have been embarrassing, mortifying, that Aglaya came nearly the instant Aspity sucked her clit into her mouth, but somehow she found she didn’t care.

Aspity didn’t stop, either, her tongue pressing hard against Aglaya’s clit as she rode out her orgasm, still thrusting against her fingers. It was like she was on a mission, the way Aspity moved, another climax building quickly that Aglaya felt powerless to stop. She cried out, loud enough that she could scarcely believe the sound was coming from her, and then her hips stuttered, fell, exhausted, and Aspity slowed to a stop as Aglaya’s muscles fluttered around her fingers sporadically.

With her eyes closed, Aglaya felt as if the whole world had stopped for this moment, a ringing in her ears, her body trembling as she slowly came back to earth. When she finally opened her eyes again, Aspity was sitting next to her, looking down at her once again with that piercing look. She smirked when her eyes met Aglaya’s.

“Well, I’d certainly say that was a good enough job to avoid a hanging,” she said.

Aglaya looked up at her, dazed. “You…are the shabnak, aren’t you?”

They stared at each other, silent, and then Aspity laughed. Loud and ugly, a cackle, and she wrapped her arms around herself, as though keeping her stuffing inside, her eyes crinkled shut.

“Oh, Inquisitor,” she said after she caught her breath. “Don’t tell me you actually believe those stories.”

“But…”

“Didn’t you say you had things to do today? You’d best get going now before it turns dark, and the streets get even worse,” Aspity said. “Wouldn’t want our precious Inquisitor to get hurt. Who knows what would happen to us then?”

Aglaya sat up, limbs still weak, and bent down to gather her clothes. Aspity kept her eyes on her while she got dressed, and somehow Aglaya felt that she hadn’t been in control since she’d stepped into the woman’s home.

With the last of her buttons of her dress fastened, Aglaya smoothed the wrinkles in her dress and tucked her hair back into its usual bun.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” she said stiffly, a pretense of formality. “You’ve been very…helpful.”

“I’m sure,” Aspity smirked. When she stood up from the bed, a strange clack sounded as her feet hit the floor. Not at all how a bare foot or shoe should sound.

“Well then,” Aglaya said, “I’ll be going.”

Aspity gave a sardonic wave before Aglaya turned, walking briskly down the hall and out the door. She could tell her higher-ups that she’d found the rumored shabnak, the woman with bones for legs, the bringer of the plague, and she’d be saved from execution, no doubt about it.

But then again, who would believe such a thing? Aglaya stepped out into the evening rain and sighed.