Title: Corruption
Fandom: SGA
Rating: M
Length: 942
Content notes: Teyla/Wraith Queen, Wraith feeding, Dark, very dubcon, mental manipulation
Author's notes: For the Femslash52 prompt "Corruption", the 100Ships/Femslash Color prompts "Red", the Ladies Bingo prompt "Horror", and the 100Fandoms prompt "waves"
Summary: The Atlantis team wasn't there, the night that Teyla and the others were culled. Now she's in the ship with the Wraith Queen, who wants more than Teyla is willing to give


"Bow before me."

Teyla drew herself up as much as she was able, with the wraith drone holding her arms. "Never," she growled.

"You have spirit," the wraith queen said, running her hand down Teyla's face. "So many of your kind beg for mercy. I'm feeling benevolent today. Kneel before me, and perhaps your end will be quick."

"I would rather die a thousand deaths than kneel to you," Teyla bit out forcefully.

To her horror, the wraith queen smirked, and tossed her bright red hair over her shoulder. "That can be arranged." She reached out and ripped open the bodice of Teyla's dress. Then she placed her hand on Teyla's sternum and began to feed.

Pain ripped through her. Pain worse than any she had ever experienced, and Teyla's eyes rolled back. Blood roared through her veins, and she heard her own voice screaming, but she couldn't stop it. Darkness began to swamp her vision, and she willed it to take her. The pain would end, and she would be seeing the rest of her family soon.

Then, without warning, the pain eased, but Teyla was still here, on the wraith ship. The drone still held her arms, her own wheezing pants filled her ears, and her chest still ached where the wraith queen's fingers dug into her skin.

A new sensation ripped through her, and at first Teyla thought it was a different kind of pain. But another sensation followed; a stirring of her own that she was quite familiar with. The twin sensations of pleasure crashed through her, and Teyla screamed again from it.

Once again, the sensation trailed off, and she was left, dangling between the drones at her back and the queen plastered against her front, pants ringing loudly in the dimly lit room. Teyla didn't understand what had just happened, but before she could process it, the pain returned.

Back and forth it went in waves, the agony of dying followed by the intensity of pleasure, until Teyla lost consciousness. She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she woke, but she found herself in a lavishly decorated room, chained to the bed. The wraith queen slept beside her, her red hair fanned around her, but Teyla's bonds were so tight that she couldn't hope to attack her.

It wasn't long before the wraith queen awoke, and she curled around Teyla when she did. A drone brought in a human, his head covered by a cloth, and the wraith queen fed from him. When he was a dry husk, she returned to the bed and the drone left.

Then, it began again: the waves of pain and pleasure. The pattern repeated for some time; it was impossible to see the sun or stars, but Teyla had no doubts that days had passed. Possibly weeks and months. All she knew was the wraith queen, and the torturous pain and pleasure she delivered.

After a while, the queen began speaking to Teyla while she worked, promising to only ever give her pleasure again. Swearing that, if Teyla was obedient, she would live forever. Tempting her with all the delicacies she could want, and the best that the entire galaxy had to offer. All Teyla had to do was be hers, and she could have the world.

Teyla did her best to resist, to remember what she had been taught. The wraith were hideous monsters, — nightmare horrors — who killed without remorse. They couldn't be trusted; they only ever brought pain and destruction.

But deep in her heart, Teyla knew it wasn't true. The wraith queen had shown her pain, yes, but also pleasure. And not only from that unusual kind of feeding, but the kind of pleasure that she was more familiar with from before. Even this more familiar kind was more powerful than anything Teyla had ever known.

She found herself craving it, much to her shame.

Her skin ached to be touched, and her blood sang with the queen's fiery toxin. Even as her mind rebelled, and wanted to be sick at the thought, Teyla's body snuggled closer to the wraith queen's.

Sometimes the queen would brush Teyla's hair — it had grown longer, as she no longer trimmed it — or have Teyla brush out her own flaming red locks. It was a quiet thing, but pleasurable nonetheless. Sometimes they went for walks down the ship's corridors, and the queen promised that one day Teyla would be allowed to walk outside, in nature again. It took many such trips for Teyla to even notice that the chains had disappeared.

Voices began to whisper in her mind each time the waves of pleasure washed through her, telling Teyla that the queen didn't want to hurt her; that she would much rather provide Teyla with pleasure. The wraith queen had responsibilities to her people, just as Teyla once had. The wraith queen needed to feed herself and her people as well. How was that different from the hunting parties that Teyla had dispatched from the village?

Teyla didn't know much about the process that wraith used to feed, but she had undeniable proof that it could provide immense pleasure as well. She even began to feel the queen's own hunger pains, when she went too long between feedings. The queen never used the painful kind of feeding on Teyla anymore, and seemed to restrict herself from even feeding on others in her presence.

If the queen wanted Teyla to experience pleasure, was that really so wrong? So horrifying? The voices asked. And Teyla didn't know how to reply, so she let herself get lost in another wave of pleasure.