Dennis
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Albert
*Heracles had been entirely closed to the notion of her being watched. She had done this routine so many times, perfected her outfit to hide among those common and of normal birth. The notion of being surveyed was so alien to her... Like this alien that had just come crashing down out of nowhere. She was frozen in curiosity; what was it? In the short seconds she had time to gaze over it, she could hazard a guess it was female, with triple apricot eyes. Was it insectoid in nature? There were no records of anything like this in the royal libraries or folklore.*

*Her pondering was cut off by the incongruous creature tackling her outside the building inferno. Gone like a shadow, when Heracles stood up it was utterly gone, with no trace, no footprints. Not even a sliver of scent she could follow. Curious and fleeing, she climbed the nearest building that was not being actively consumed by the elements; she had to flee and avoid consequence so that her mother would not hear of this, and at the same time desperate to learn more.*

*She saw it, gliding over the many brick rooftops, now slippery with the coalescing rain and dirt. She simply stared, watching as it ran away. How could something mortal move that dexterous, so quickly? The caped and cloaked dragon angled her tail up and used the tip to wave at it. Her arm extended to mark with a finger her home; the castle. That large granite structure that pierced the clouds. She hoped her message was seen and understood before doing the same this thing had done; jump and glide over the streets albeit with less finesse and guile.*
Dennis
_The being, oddly enough, seemed to immediately acknowledge what the dragon was saying, altering her path to move towards the castle. She was careening across the rooftops, arthropod-esque clawed segments digging into the brick before detaching, the inclement weather no bother. What was a bother was the fact that she had just leapt above the middle of a crowded market, and the 'overhang' she was about to land on was actually just cloth, and despite all of her abilities, she was not weightless. She tore through the fabric, barely managing to land on her feet as a pair of chainmail clad guards began to rush her. Vishi took what few moments she had to decide her options, and seeing she had few, decided to go with her gut. Some sort of magical blue flame erupted from her boots and sent her flying through the air, the two guards staring in abject horror at whatever they were witnessing. To every viewers shock, a shower of sparks erupted from her body, and she was gone. Search parties combed the rooftops, but nobody saw the collected rainwater being kicked up as the woman continued her sprint to her new destination._
Albert
*Thunder struck in the distance. Heracles was back in her royal chambers, adorned with gold and crimson carpets, dragging mud and filth onto it with her sturdy boots. She peered out the window, standing there drenched in rain. She threw it open, a gust of cold and wet air siphoning the warmth from the crackling fireplace prepared by her maids. She expected a guest tonight, someone who would answer many questions, for here she stood in the presence of royalty, of blood pure and blue. For that, she would need new clothes.*

*Tossing aside the moth-eaten garbs she used as disguise, her petite and naked form shone in the frantic firelight; scaled legs and arms, hair gray like silver with two onyx horns shining through, and skin so pale one could mistake it for snow. She opened the cupboard and took a black dress; it was her favourite colour. One that hid just enough to arouse and spark interest, one that clouded one leg and allowed the other to display its allure of supple skin and smooth flesh, something one could burrow their fingers into.*

*She sat down on a chair, crafted by scholars of woodworking and the finest oak, for oak was the most sought after material and she would have all she wanted. It was part of her heritage. Cross-legged she waited for this strangeness to enter through that window eating her warmth and comfort, with the winds throwing rain in at uneven intervals.*
Dennis
_The air felt like it had frozen as the storm began to hit in full force. Children out in the street rushed back to their homes, vendors picked up their carts and dragged them inside, even the guards retreated onto a porch or overhang, sheltering themselves from the gale. The storm was like none the princess had seen before, the clouds so dark that the day could be mistook for night. Amidst this, the creature named Vishi had clambered up the rock that the beautiful castle was situated upon. Her invisibility having long run out, she was dashing up to battlements and waiting until a guard lost focus, and darted higher and higher. She marveled at the diversity of the planet, interested in how slow the creatures must have evolved, for multiple creatures that were both sentient and sapient to appear. Now was not the time for pondering, as she neared the location she presumed to be the princess's lodgings. She thought about entering through a less obvious location than the window, but seeing how incongruous the open window was, along with the abnormal her first contact was, she made the presumption that this was a sign of welcome, or at least acknowledgment. Vishi skirted along a thin periphery that jutted out from below the window, trailing her hands along the functional- yet ornate- brickwork. She slipped in front of the window as the royal shut her eyes for a moment, blinking as a gust of wind slammed into her face._

_She swung her legs over the barrier, removing the hood that she had tightly wrapped around her head. It wasn't noticed by the dragon in the moment, but the alien was obviously wet, yet not a single drop of water dripped onto the floor._

_[A soft chittering sound of greeting emanated from her faceplate, gentle and friendly, yet distinctly extraterrestrial]_
Albert
*It had been hours of waiting, and the princess had fallen asleep, dreaming of sheep and horses prancing over fields of gold and emerald, of skies so blue they rivalled the oceans in its hue.*

*She jerked awake by the aliens attempt at communication, and saw it. She wiped the drool from her mouth with an arm. Incredibly unladylike, so if the servants had seen it they would've scolded her. She was groggy from just waking, fixing her dress and staring coldly at this unknown.*
"Who are you and what do you want?"
*She crossed her legs, on hidden under the black cloth and the other displayed in a way most luscious. She could not deny her eyes a chance to inspect this creature; full bodied, large breasts and thick thighs. She leaned back, more relaxed now, spreading her legs just so a glimmer of her sex could be seen. She would not mind spending the night with this one, so long she had her answers first. Heracles was known by the guards and maids for her shameless disposition, having claimed many of them since she came of age.*
***||Deep down, she hoped this one would claim her, smash her face into the table and lick away the blood. She did not know why but she felt as if this one could satisfy a desire none here dared attempt, for spilling the blood of blue was an instant death sentence. She could make an exception here.||***
Dennis
_The creature advanced slowly, before extending a hand downward. Did she know how uncouth this was when talking to a royal? Worse yet, she did not kneel, nor bow, but instead simply peer at her with her 3 orange eyes._

"Bqzuergowetufogzfbgeekmeenmxxefuffuqe"

_The sounds may be jumbled, but she was quickly understanding the language. Moments later, she began to speak in a voice that could only be described as perfect, at least to Heracles._

"Vishi. I am Vishi."

_The queen could tell that the bugs eyes were drifting, focusing on the exposed leg for a moment before darting back up to her eyes._

"I am here to explore inhabited worlds."

_The alien suddenly leaned forward and gripped the dragons chin, pulling her so close to Vishi's faceplate that she could smell the exotic air about her, a spice she had never tasted now surrounding her._

"Do not speak to me as if I am a peasant."
Albert
"Vishi."
*The dragon said with such a calm and dead voice she would seem entirely uninterested in her. Her ruse was easily seen through. From the simple perspective she could have had innumerable guards rush the room with a stomp or scream, she opened the entrance for this creature freely and of her own inquisitive desire. She had allowed it to set its feet carrying the same muck and debris her own had hours ago into her spotless dormitory.*

*She listened to the words that seemed to cling in the aliens throat and lodge there. It claimed to be an explorer like herself, casting a sense of love as it held her face; her fingers skeletal and cold. She did not fall into those boney fingers, looking up at this creature both with exhilaration and disgust. If what it said was true, her people were studied outside her express consent. Heracles was often named the "Brat Queen" But she did care deeply for all her subjects, even if they were lowborn. Now she had what she deemed an invader creating the demands for this exchange? Unacceptable.* 

*She threw away the hand with a pride that could rival the stars she so miraculously claimed she travelled as if walking a down-trodden path from village to village. The same gentle expression that had just been refused found itself in a crushing grip of hers; rocks enhancing her grasp to deliver a stalemate she could have not experienced before. Mana flowed through her like oxygen riding on top of blood cells, granting her first-glance weak frame a level of deceit she had learned to abuse. She felt invincible here, the strongest, the herculean hero she was named after.*
"I will refer to you as what I care, invader."
Dennis
_The bug let out an insectoid clicking that was most likely a laugh as she effortlessly pulled away from the dragons grasp._

"I come to you out of respect, human."

_She gripped the dragons wrist with those fingers that the princess focused on, and allowed the wings that were neatly folded behind her back, flush against her curves, to extend fully. They were blue, with small teal veins running through them, forming an intricate design. The wings had some holes and tears, yes, but were beautiful nonetheless._

"Your subjects have not been surveyed, only you. I have seen you demanding your devoted maids and servants around like slaves, your demeanor toward any challenge to your rule. Is that how rulers act on this world? Why would someone of such intelligence and beauty act in such an indignant and ignoble manner?"

_There was a rising tone in the creatures voice, and her eyes narrowed as she spoke. She wasn't lying when she mentioned her beauty and her mind, she had never seen an extraterrestrial species so similarly intelligent to her own, and this dragon gave her a run for her money._
Albert
*Heracles smiled in a pompous way.*
"How dare such a ragged being dare speak to me of nobility? With wings like tattered and old kites used by generations of children presented to me as some sort of value? I may not have wings as a dracanoid yet I carry ten times the pride you feign."

*She looked up at Vishi, trying to find anything to rouse her anger, to see with malicious eyes toward herself. She felt anger at this whole ordeal, she wanted nothing more to see her naked and for Heracles, spoiled as she was, the fact she was not annoyed her. She felt herself wet at the mere presence of a being that did not obey her first whim and wish. Exhilarating, contempt, a chance to get what no guardsman or simple peasant could give her for fear of reprisal. She needed to stoke this womans anger.*
Dennis
_A swell of anger flowed through her body as she gripped the royals neck with both hands and lifted her off the ground, before half releasing, half throwing the woman down onto a nearby table. Before she could even react, Heracles had her throat gripped once again, and a triplet of firey orange eyes searing into her skin. The insect had enough._

"You are no suitor to the throne, you wench."

_Vishis grip tightened._

"You dare insult my body when yours is this pathetic?! Barely even 5 feet tall, you **Worthless fucking worm**!"

_Vishi was still holding back, as evidenced by the fact that Heracles could still breathe easily, and the fact this table wasn't broken in half._
Albert
*The dragon tried her best to laugh as her stone grip was rendered useless and her form lifting up like a plaything. It was rendered into a hoarse and meek thing while not offering any great resistance beyond a customary resilience. She looked down at what she presumed was her partner in the physical delights for the night, smiling, attempting to speak.*

"Wha-hat is... A worm... T-thoa parasite?!"
*She said, with a smile so smug it could drown a start. She could feel her excitement skyrocket from this entire exchange, finally a chance to be put in the place she refused to acknowledge she wanted! Someone who would not sugarcoat anything!*

"Your-heh, wings... Looks li-nyeehargh, like shit~."
Dennis
_That was the final straw. Lifting the woman up to her feet, Vishi grabbed the back of her head and slammed her- facefirst- into the oak table she was just laying on. Spurts of crimson ichor flowed out of the dragons nose as she was lifted up and flung back into the oak._

"You treat every visitor like a common fucking whore, do you!?"

_This time, it was a kick to the back of the lef that sent her down to her hands and knees._

"Go on, try and order me around!"

_Heracles felt a foot on her back as she was forced to the ground._

"You worthless blue blood. I wonder if you're surprised your veins don't actually leak cobalt, as it's obvious you've never worked."

_She was grabbed under the shoulders and flung into her bed, where that ornate black dress was ripped off. Vishi leaned down and pressed her faceplate against the blood that had flowed from the woman's nose all the way down to her chest. To her surprise, the 'glass' wasn't cold, but comfortably warm, and a tentacle lapped at the liquid, teasing her nipples in the process. She pulled away, the sloppy black barbel was dripping with saliva.. Little did Heracles know that this was Vishi's equivalent to being wet._

"You slut, spreading your legs for the common rabbalry you hold such vehemence for."

_The huntress decided the bed was too comfortable for the royal, and yanked her off and threw her to the floor, laying on top of her was producing a knife. Covering the princess's mouth, Vishi began carving abstract lines in her flesh, and the princess realized she was forming a small symbol, tucked just under her breast, innocuous yet visible. Vishi was making a claim, and this was her proof of it._

"You're mine. Mine! You're my whore, my bloodbag!"