Awakened Zelenin

TITLE: Awakened Zelenin
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Zelenin/Hathor
NOTE: I haven't felt like writing in ages (well, months) and I'm feeling pretty rusty. Maybe this little fic will drag me out of my writing funk. Maybe not.


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Part 1


Zelenin slowly walked back to the quarters on the Red Sprite after another long 'day' of analyzing data and not making much progress. More and more it seemed to her that there was some fundamental concept behind the Schwartzwelt other than being a demonic otherworld mocking all of human civilization. If she could only figure out what that concept was, perhaps some actual progress could be made.

Still, she considered as she opened the door to her quarters, at least they were making some headway towards escaping this place and forming some hypotheses on how to eradicate it. That, at least, was-

Zelenin froze. Her quarters weren't empty. Someone had been waiting for her and she definitely wasn't part of the crew.

A pale woman in a purple gown sat kneeling on the floor, a pair of golden horns rising from her thick, black hair.

Zelenin's eyes narrowed. She was aware that some of the Strike Team allowed their demons to materialise on board the ship, but they were never left out of sight and they certainly weren't allowed into another's quarters on their own.

"How did you get here?" Zelenin demanded.

The pale demon smiled at her. "I came here in response to your... desires."

"I seriously doubt it," Zelenin replied. "Whose demon are you?"

"Demon? I am no-one's demon. I am the Goddess Hathor."

"Your assertions mean little to me," Zelenin said. "You're just another demon in my eyes."

"Truly?" said the kneeling figure. "But you have been in contact with Mastema. Do you consider him a demon?"

Zelenin paused. She had a pretty good idea where this conversation was going.

"Very well," she conceded, deciding not to go there and just skip the argument. "You're a 'goddess'. Now what do you want?"

Hathor rose to her feet and Zelenin tried not to notice how her gown did not completely hide the contours of her body.

"You desire understanding," she said. "I can give that to you, in a way."

"That would be... appreciated," Zelenin admitted. "But somehow I have the feeling you won't simply hand me a data file with everything I need to know."

"No," Hathor said. "And even if I did, you still would not understand. But I can show you the first step of the way."

"Which would be?"

"How much do you know of me?" Hathor asked.

"Not much," Zelenin admitted. "You're the ancient Egyptian goddess of love and fertility, yes?"

"Indeed," Hathor said. "But that is simply knowledge. Mere cold facts."

Hathor reached up and, with a simply movement of her slender hands, undid her purple gown. The garment fell onto the floor, exposing the goddess' pale body. Her hips weren't as wide as Zelenin would've expected from a goddess of fertility and her breasts were somewhat smaller as well, but she held herself with a quiet confidence that was quite attractive in its own way.

"Now," Hathor said, "allow me to help you understand me."

The pale beauty walked towards her across the metal floor so quietly she seemed to be floating. A number of instincts fought inside Zelenin's chest as she watched the naked goddess move ever closer. There was the urge to run as well as the urge to fight and the urge to... 'understand'... Hathor. Zelenin had always been rational rather than emotional and she didn't have the experience to sort out her inner stalemate. Not within the short time it took Hathor to reach her anyway.

"Well...?" the goddess whispered.

"I... might as well," Zelenin managed.

Hathor smiled and kissed her. Zelenin did not have a great deal of experience with kissing either, but she could recognise that the goddess was quite good at it. The touch of her lips was soft and subtle, yet also inviting. For the fist time since the start of the mission, Zelenin felt some of her tension fade a little. For the first time since Boötes, she actually felt more or less pleasant. All because of a simple pair of lips kissing her own.

Zelenin became aware of Hathor's slender hands moving up her arms until they reached her shoulders. Then the goddess pushed her away a little, breaking the contact of their lips. Hathor's hands moved to the buttons and zippers of Zelenin's green uniform and paused there. She looked at her, a question clear in her eyes.

Zelenin nodded. "Go ahead," she replied.

Hathor smiled and began undressing her. She worked quickly, but not forcefully. It was a touch bizarre, really. The Schwartzwelt forced one to become resistant to strangeness in a hurry, yet the sight of an ancient Egyptian goddess methodically taking off her clothes one by one was still unexpected. Zelenin would've giggled at the absurdity if it wasn't for the fact that the slow exposure of her skin to the already naked goddess aroused her more than it amused her.

Before too long, Zelenin stood naked in her quarters, watched by Hathor with appreciative eyes. The blonde scientist struck a pose she hoped was at least a little flattering.

"Not too much of a disappointment, I hope," she said.

Hathor laughed, then embraced her. Zelenin gasped when she felt their naked bodies become entwined. Hathor was warm and soft like a human, yet somehow Zelenin felt like her body was being filled by some bright, possibly divine, inner light that made her feel transcendent and excited at the same time. The feeling of enlightment only became brighter when Hathor kissed her again, but her excitement grew faster still.

Zelenin felt Hathor's lips leave her own again, only feel her kiss her neck, her upper chest and down to her breasts. She breathed in slowly when she felt the goddess' kisses begin raining down on them. Hathor seemed into on letting her lips brush against every inch of her exposed chest save her nipples, sometimes kissing, sometimes touching the skin so lightly it felt she'd merely been caressed by a warm breath of air. Soon, perhaps as a testament to Hathor's own growing arousal, her kisses became stronger and her lips frequently parted to let her tongue slip out. Zelenin found her breathing becoming deeper as the goddess kissed and licked her way across her breasts, leaving small trails of glistening saliva here and there on her bare skin.

After some time, Hathor finally kissed her way towards one of Zelenin's nipples. The blonde scientist hissed when she felt the goddess circle one of her areolas, dragging her tongue across her sensitive skin. Hathor lightly kissed the tip of one of her nipples, then parted her lips and took it into her warm mouth. A soft moan escaped from Zelenin's lips when she felt goddess' softly sucking on her breast, sending small shivers of pleasure through her body and heating her arousal even further. Hathor sucked and suckled on her breast for a while, then let it go with a noise of frustration.

"Something... wrong...?" Zelenin managed.

Hathor looked up and her frown instantly turned into smile. "No, nothing. I merely forgot..." She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Come."

Hathor rose and took Zelenin's unresisting hand. She guided her to the small, utilitarian bed where Zelenin lay down on her back. The bed was too small for two people, but Hathor solved this problem by lying down on top of her. The goddess was as light as a feather.

"Now, where was I?" Hathor murmurred. She grinned. "Ah yes, I remember."

Hathor kissed her again. It was a brief kiss, a mere fleeting meeting of lips, yet it was enough for Zelenin to feel that curious, divine radiance warm her body once more. Again Hathor began kissing her way down her naked body, starting with her neck, then down to her breasts where she lingered just long enough to elicit one aroused moan from Zelenin's lips with a few carefully placed licks, then down across her stomach, around her bellybutton and further down still. Zelenin spread her legs wide, placing one bare foot on the metal floor. Hathor got off Zelenin and off the bed and was once again kneeling on the floor, but now leaning forward so her lips were inches away from Zelenin's glistening pussy. Zelenin looked down at the pale face, black hair and golden horns between her legs, her chest rising and falling as she panted with arousal. Part of her wanted to send the goddess away so that she might not be overwhelmed by the lust throbbing in her chest. Another part of her wanted the goddess to stay for that exact reason.

Hathor closed the gap between herself and Zelenin, her lips kissing her folds. Pleasure surged through Zelenin at that light touch and she moaned, her back briefly arcing. Hathor either ignored her reaction or took it as an encouragement and began raining kisses on Zelenin's pussy, every touch of her lips sending another wave of beautiful heat through the scientist's body. Zelenin struggled to regain control of her increasingly lustful body and only partly succeeded. She managed to stop her back arcing and didn't shudder much every time the tip of Hathor's tongue flicked across her folds, but she couldn't stop herself from writhing or moaning and didn't really want to in any case. No matter how hard she tried, Zelenin could not get a complete grip on her pleasure or the raw emotions it stirred up. The feelings were wild and irrational and as Zelenin writhed on Hathor's tongue she found she didn't much mind. She was more than willing to embrace this particular bit of irrationality and the more Hathor kissed her between her legs the more she was willing to embrace it.

Zelenin screamed, her remaining idle notions of control fleeing, when Hathor kissed her deeply, her lips pressing against her folds, her tongue slipping into her pussy. There was no controlling the surges of pleasure Hathor's nimble tongue sent through her naked body, no taming it, no channeling it, nothing. The only thing she could do was enjoy its brilliance filling her from head to toe, making her very soul sing with its lustful beauty. Zelenin remained only vaguely aware of Hathor's tongue lapping at her inner wetness, the emotions that very tongue sent screaming through her blazing body overpowering mere physical senses.

If a mere kiss on her lips could fill her divine light, then surely a kiss on her pussy could send her all the way to Heaven. Though her body remained writhing on her military-issue bed, Zelenin nevertheless felt she was soaring on wings of pleasure, leaving the Schwartzwelt, even leaving Earth and flying towards that great, glorious light of... of...

Zelenin groaned deeply, her body shuddering as she came. Her orgasm washed through her, neither pulling her away from Heaven, nor allowing her to enter it. This state of divinity didn't last long, however, and Zelenin found herself very definitely back on her bed, Hathor's head still between her legs. Her climactic pleasure, still so bright and ethereal mere moments ago, crashed into her, physically and emotionally. Zelenin screamed and writhed at this second wave of blissful lust, incapable of telling if this was part of her first orgasm or if Hathor had actually managed to give her a second. It didn't matter. All that mattered was pleasure flowing through her, washing away all the tension and doubts that had plagued her ever since entering the Schwartzwelt, even if only briefly.

After a while (and she was quite unable to tell if it was a long while or a short while), Zelenin came down from her orgasmic high and managed to regain some of her composure. Hathor climbed on top of her again, still seemingly weighing less than a feather.

"Thank you," Zelenin managed, smiling weakly.

"My pleasure," Hathor replied.

"However... pleasant as this was, I cannot help but feel that this didn't help me understand anything."

"No?" Hathor said, looking like she was genuinely surprised. "But I showed you my very nature."

"Perhaps," Zelenin said. "But then I failed to grasp it even so."

"I see," said Hathor. "Then perhaps you will allow me to try again in future."

"I would not object to that," Zelenin said. "Even if it is just an excuse for you to sleep with me."

Hathor smiled.

- - - - -

In a dark, unheeded corner of the Red Sprite stood a girl with long blonde hair. She wore nothing but a blue dress, standing on the cold floor with bare feet. She had been quite surprised when Hathor had approached her with a request to be smuggled on board the Red Sprite. Normally, she and the Megami did not see eye to eye and she didn't feel particularly inclined to do any of them a favour. But she was so rarely surprised these days that she'd granted Hathor's request anyway, simply for the novelty of it.

Fortunately, it hadn't been just for the novelty of it. Hathor had let slip that she had an interest in Zelenin and the girl in the blue dress knew for a fact that Mastema had an interest in her as well. No doubt Mastema intended to recruit to woman as the new champion of the Great Enemy. The fact that Hathor had come to her with her request and had not gone to Mastema probably meant that her intentions were not entirely in line with those of that dark angel. She didn't know exactly what designs Hathor had for Zelenin, but so long as they distracted her away from Mastema she was content. Who knew, perthaps Hathor would manage to lure Zelenin away from the Great Enemy entirely. That was most likely mere wishful thinking on her part, but then again, stranger things had happened.

The girl in the blue dress smiled.

Yes. With any luck, things were going to get very interesting indeed.