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An explosive shell to the chest. It would kill most operators, but Andreana wakes up in a hospital bed, alive and kicking. Both her arms are broken and her ribs have seen better days, but she's alive. Kal'tsit explains her condition in a long-winded monologue. Half of it goes in one ear and out the other, but the takeaway is simple. "As long as you rest and let your body heal, you'll make a full recovery." She guides Andreana through rehabilitation exercises for her arms—they're both in casts, but moving her fingers will apparently ensure her nerves mend correctly.
"Is Laurentina okay?" Andreana asks when she manages to get a word in edgewise.
"Specter is unharmed. She and the rest of the hunters will be returning soon." There's a pause, the two of them staring at each other until Kal'tsit lets out a long-suffering sigh. "While I can't commend you for leaping in front of an explosive like that, it did allow the rest of your team to finish the mission. I'm sure Laurentina will come by to thank you later—try not to let her leave you in worse condition than when you arrived." With that, Kal'tsit pulls the privacy curtain most of the way around her bed and leaves the room.
Andreana is alone with her thoughts. In the moment before the shell hit its intended target, there hadn't been time to think. One second they'd been fighting side by side, and then the incoming whistle of a subsonic mortar pierced the sky, reducing her thoughts to a single point of focus. Don't let it hit Laurentina. She leapt to the side and cradled the shell in her arms, blocking the explosion with her body in Laurentina's stead, and then everything went white.
The events replay over and over in her head; despite Kal'tsit's confirmation that Laurentina was safe, Andreana knows she won't be satisfied until she sees her for herself. She runs through her finger exercises to distract her mind, marveling at how fast the burned skin is mending. Within hours of her waking the flesh is pink—still tender, but unharmed. Her right arm begins to itch in its cast and she grits her teeth, willing away the crawling. Falling asleep proves to be its own battle, but with nothing else to do, Andreana closes her eyes and measures each breath until her limbs grow heavy.
It's nighttime when she awakens, the full moon casting deep shadows across the medical ward. She's alone in the recovery room and yet the skin on her neck crawls, goosebumps breaking out across her upper arms. A second later, she finds out why.
A footstep clacks on the floor, and then another. Somebody in heels.
Andreana holds her breath, but she's not sure why. It's normal for nurses to check in on their patients at all hours—why does the sound of heels against the metal trip the danger sense in her brain? She sits up as best she can, angling her head to peer through the curtains that wall her bed off from the rest of the ward. A silhouette plays black across the fabric, rippling black shadows against the blue, shrinking as the person approaches. Slowly, far too slowly for it to be a nurse. There's no attempt at silence, they want her to anticipate, to wonder.
When the curtain splits open and crimson glowing eyes appear in the black, Andreana is prepared for Laurentina. Well. Being 'prepared for Laurentina' is probably impossible, but insofar that she knows who to expect, Andreana isn't surprised.
"Hellooooo my little cuttlefish," Laurentina whispers, teeth glistening in the moonlight. "I came to check on my sweet little knight in shining armor."
"Laurentina!" Her heart sings at the sight of her face—unharmed and familiar, but then pride reasserts its hold and she clears her throat. "Glad you're okay."
"Of course I'm okay," Laurentina says, "That shell was meant for me, but you blocked all of it—such a good knight I have protecting me!" She pushes her way through the slit in the curtain, ripping it open further until she can stick a leg through and—huh?
"What are you wearing?" Andreana squints, and the details of Laurentina's outfit spring into focus. She's not wearing her usual habit. This is much much shorter, and white. Red accents line the hem to emphasize white cross patterns, tight fabric clings to all her curves, and Andreana can see so much of her legs that she's half-convinced Laurentina's panties are on display. Her breasts too, are proudly emphasized by her tight top, and her wimple has been replaced with a white nursing cap.
"I came here to nurse you back to health," Laurentina says, spinning on her high heels so that her skirt billows—she's wearing panties, yes, but they're sheer and hide nothing. "And I figured I should dress the part."
Andreana's heart rate is already increasing. She raises her arms as much as she can, emphasizing the casts as if to say, you have to be gentle with me.
Laurentina is already crawling onto the bed. "Don't you worry, you won't be needing those arms for the care I'm about to give you.
Andreana shivers. Coming from Laurentina, that either means she won't have to use her arms, or that they're about to get ripped off. When your body can recover from nearly any injury, sex gets weird fast. Andreana's first command as part of the Abyssal Hunters' initiation was to 'survive a night with Laurentina'. She had prepared for a fight, only to find that the sex was even more intense.
Laurentina is at her calf. She bites down hard, razor teeth piercing skin. Andreana tries to scream but a hand covers her mouth and muffles it.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Of course not," Andreana huffs, willing her lungs to take in deep breaths of air. "I can take it."
"Oooh, such a brave face." And of course, Laurentina takes her words to be a challenge.
Sex with Laurentina always comes at a price; the woman splits her open like a grapefruit, legs spread and juices gushing, sinking her teeth into her leg so blood joins the mess on the sheets. One hand grips her thigh while the other is firm around one of Andreana's tails, wet fingers running over the tip.
She devours Andreana like a starved shark, leaving spare teeth embedded in her skin like a trail of knife wounds leading from one point of pleasure to the next. She tongues each of Andreana's round suckers with glee while fucking her with more and more fingers, sharp nails lacerating her ribs. One of Andreana's tails disappears down Laurentina's throat, the nun's nose thrust into her cunt, and when she pulls back, not all of Andreana's tail follows, and Laurentina swallows.
Through it all Andreana nearly loses consciousness from the intermixing waves of pleasure and bursts of pain, but Laurentina knows what she's doing—always keeps the balance firmly on the side of ecstasy.
" Guhh —" is all Andreana manages when she comes yet again, and Laurentina pulls her forearm out from her, leaving her empty. Her mouth descends once more to Andreana's pussy, teeth finding the pearl of her clit and providing constant pressure, nearly enough to pierce. Andreana's held there, writhing as Laurentina takes what last bit of energy she has, and then she's thrown into the abyss where nothing exists but her pussy, rippling waves of bliss like shockwaves through the depths.
Laurentina raises her head, liquid spilling from her overflowing mouth, sharp teeth dyed red. "Thank you for the meal, cuttlefishie."
Andreana watches her go and promptly blacks out.
~ ~ ~
Come morning, Kal'tsit sees the mass of dried blood and teeth (so many teeth) on sheets and reels. Andreana tries to sit up to explain, but the explanation threatens to quickly become worse than what she's trying to say.
"It's fine! It's. . . it was Laurentina." More isn't required. Around Rhodes Island, 'Laurentina' is as much a verb as it is a noun.
Immediately Kal'tsit's expression changes from stern crisis-prevention mode to stern disappointed-in-you mode. Where a different doctor might panic or go catatonic, she merely slaps her palm into her forehead. "Good lord."
"I'm sorry," Andreana ventures, keeping her eyes down as if it will hide the flush in her cheeks. "I don't suppose the blood will come out of the sheets?"
Kal'tsit raises her eyebrow, then rolls her eyes. "There's no sheet left to save. We'll be lucky if we can salvage the bed. I'll take the cleaning fees out of Laurentina's paycheck, mark my words. Honestly, I thought I trained her out of that after the Skadi incident. Now that you're around, she has a new toy. Damnit. Well, at least you still have all your limbs."
"I got lucky this time," Andreana agrees.
"You have the increased healing ability of the hunters." A shudder runs up her body, as if she's remembering a particularly unpleasant memory. "Unlike Sussurro. That was a mess. Yes, better you than someone less durable."
"I feel like a doctor isn't supposed to say that. . ."
Kal'tsit grimaces, and Andreana stares. She's never seen her express so many emotions in one conversation. "When it comes to the hunters, I'm less a doctor and more a damage-control mechanism. Just promise me you won't let Gladiia convince you into having intercourse in the Originite Reactor."