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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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[Part 8 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Give yourself to Krulu (70.1%)

TW: Strong cultish themes; Macro/micro; Mindbreak; Squirting.

⋆✩ You've reached the end of the run ✩⋆

It's not much of a choice, is it?

If you wanted the easy way out, you could have taken it at several instances by now. Picked someone who was likely to bludgeon you, get on everyone's nerves... You're sure you could have gotten killed in many situations. And perhaps even in a less traumatic way- At the hands of a sick monster, rather than the deity dwelling in this rotpit.

But you've lived this far, survived the menaces who got their grimy hands on you. Only to choose death now? No. No, that's hardly admissible.

You're going to buck till your last dying breath here. Or at least try to.

Summoning strength you don't have, unable to meet the god-entity's eyes, it takes far too long before you can croak out a response.

" I... Offer myself to you. "

The finality of your own words hits you like a train. This is definitely not the type of being that'll let you walk back on your decision, so you've laid down the foundations for your brand new future with that statement alone.

Whatever giving yourself to Krulu implies, you have just signed up for it, and now you'll deal with whatever comes forth. It was your choice. It was the fate you wrote, at least some solace will come from that reminder.

The charred giant squints at you, long and hard. You're not sure what he hopes to gleam behind your eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul, maybe there's some actual merit to that, aside from mere romanticism and poetic frivolity. Does he hope to find a lie? Deceit? You're sure there's nothing to show but fear, resignation, confusion. Defeat.

" A wise answer. "

Is it really? You'd argue dying would be saner. But you've abandoned hopes of staying sane, you are now remaining alive out of spite. A stubborn bull's desire to have its way even as a torero stabs it time and time again. And the crowd cheers, hoping you'll fall.

When all points of contact are severed between you two and an oppressive silence settles easily, there's no clue as to what your next move should be, so you stand like a statue, risking only chaste glances at their figure.

That's... That's it? It can't be.

" It seems I will have to teach you everything. " The entity spits. " Just as I did with my vessel. I expect you to come out of this apt for service. So listen well, for every time I am made to repeat myself, you will suffer. "

Something behind you knocks harshly onto your back, sending you tumbling forward on the altar, hands and knees on enchanted marble. Your entire upper body throbs with pain and you attempt to wheeze some air in and out of your lungs.

The moment an attempt to sit up is made, a rough foot keeps you down. You're well aware he's not putting half of his weight on it.

" Your first lesson is humility. " Krulu begins. " You shall know your place here, profess yourself to me properly. If you fail to do such, I see no reason to spare your ego. "

You're sure he's not talking about your dignity and pride when he says "ego".

How does one "profess themselves" to a god? What does he want you to say? You take a moment to think about Admin's mannerisms. He clearly likes the woman, and she's visibly -Perhaps manically- devoted to him, so whatever she's doing must be adequate. You suppose you ought to copy the purple-clad woman.

A rising rumble from above lets you know time is of the essence. The weight of a clawed foot increases on you, staggeringly powerful as it forces you to curve further the longer you disappoint this entity. Words force themselves out before you can think too hard and risk being compressed into a sheet of paper.

" M- My lord...? I... I belong to you. " That does not sound natural at all. In fact, it's painfully uncomfortable.

A disinterested chuff reaches your ears after a measured pause. " You sound far from appreciative. I am not convinced of your candor. "

A confused, terrified mind runs a mile a second, trying to think of anything more adequate, more appeasing.

" Allow me to help motivate you. "

Within seconds, the strength on your back is so great that it becomes oppressive, hindering your capacity to breathe further. Something creaks within you, awakening a brand new level of desperation as you fight to get the right answer out before he can smash the means to do such with.

" Please! Please my lord- I'll do anything you ask of me, I'm humbled by your mercy- " You choke, trying to get air into your lungs. " I live to serve you! It's my role. I'm yours. Please spare me! "

And, almost mercifully, the weight recedes a good deal. " Better. Albeit sub-par. "

You aim to survive.

Words cannot begin to express the relief you feel at the loss of his strength on your figure, taking a pained, desperate inhale. As if they could decide to steal your breath away at any moment now. Krulu takes several steps back on the altar, and once more, you're not too sure what to do. Is this what it's like for her? Constantly having to guess what to do in order to please this entity? Having no guides or clues, just the whispers of flames and the ticking of an impatient clock counting the seconds to failure... You can't take that. You couldn't take that for an hour, much less a lifetime.

" But that is forgivable. "

He begins, after a long moment leaving you to your thoughts, it seems.

" The most important task your mouth must perform is pleasuring, after all. "

Something bitter curls in your stomach at that declaration. You chose this. It's this or dancing six feet below the ground.

The massive entity squats upon the marbled surface, easily keeping their balance, arms shifting this way and that as they think, eyes poised on you. Although Krulu is an admittedly gnarled creature far from easy on anyone's eyes, you can't help but think that, sometimes, the light bathes his figure in a manner that's almost soothing. An elegance he has no right to hold. His home is in the shadows, you can tell, but somehow, light gravitates towards him too.

What is a being like this doing here? On Earth. Who is he? What is he? How long has he been pacing in this cage of a building, like a hidden mole? Something in you insists he shouldn't be here, and it's not just animal instinct, it's a... Warning, an idea that crawls to the forefront of your mind, as if you've always known it. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have to.

It's not pity that you feel for this immeasurably powerful being, but something like confusion. For a moment, you see a wounded animal limping on the side of the road after trying to hunt something much greater than itself. It's nature, in a way.

He must have caught that image in the reflection of your eyes, because the way his frown deepens into a scalding snarl has you instantly cowering like a leaf in the wind.

" Come. " They begin, causing your heart to leap into your throat. " Your first trial greets you. "

First trial...? Him? Before you have the chance to utter a single thing, Krulu raises a finger.

" Remember this. All you do is only ever permitted. "

Brows furrowing in an attempt to make sense of his riddle-like wording, you ultimately opt not to spend too much time standing around like an idiot and begin awkwardly closing the distance.

On the second step, something unseen and long bats itself onto the floor hard enough to make the ground shake violently. You fall onto your ass with a pained grunt, horrified and further confused.

" Must I open those ears? " He sneers, a pair of long arms crossed over his chest.

" N- No! I'm sorry- " Palms show in what you hope might placate the being. He's not stomping after you at least. That slitted stare is expectant however.

What does he want now? He said for you to approach, so what was so wrong there...?

All you do is only ever permitted.

Ah. Permission.

Doe eyes glance up. " May I walk towards you? " This sounds like a waste of time, frankly. But you have no idea how gods operate. Maybe this is standard etiquette for them.

His glare softens when you guess what to do correctly. " No. "

Uh. Okay.

" You may not. Crawl, like the worm you are. "

Sighing, you swallow the thoughts that second-guess your prior decision and lower to your hands and knees. The trek towards Krulu isn't long, but it manages to feel depressingly unflattering all the same.

You don't feel sexy or confident, just demeaned. This is not a place for confidence. It's hard to tell what his endgame here is.

" Enough. "

Cautious, your hands settle on your knees and you straighten up, awfully close to the large being's groin. Afraid even looking that way can incite their wrath, scared hues cast themselves to the candles again, trying to siphon that warmth.

The scream you let out once something grabs your whole head cuts off into a startled gasp as it's swiveled back to his likeness.

" On this altar, your eyes are to be fixed on me. "

" Y- Yes, lord. "

It seems the sooner you act accordingly, the faster he stops inducing fear on you, grip relenting.

Another standstill unfurls.

The persistent inability to know what to do next causes slight irritation to bud within you, but all he does is wave one hand dismissively, as if to tell you he's getting bored. To get on with it. You really hope that you didn't misinterpret it when he said "trial." You hope and pray you're not going to get ripped in two with these next words.

" May- " The hairs on your back stand and your voice escapes, defying your will, making you sincerely consider running from this creature. Even if it means certain death. " May I service you? " It comes out your mouth murmured, the death rattle of all dignity.

" Yess. "

With a gulp, you chance a glance at what you're working with, thanking the slight amount of illumination currently available. Like many other monsters you know of, at first glance, Krulu's pelvis appears barren of genital attributes. Though, given his size, it would be a bit hard to miss a thin seam of yellow where his slit parts slightly in this squatted position. Or is it just that he's already bothered? By you? No. No, there's no way...

So, a phallus at least. You're hoping. Who knows what the fuck could be in that pouch at this rate. But that's not the only thing you can see from this position. There's... Something moving below. With a confused squint, you tilt your head and note what appears to be two appendages parting ways like petals unfurling. More yellow reveals itself to you, two small and pointed growths curve forward. It takes you a moment to realize that you're looking at his strange, alien vulva.

Two sets. They really weren't kidding when they called this a "trial". Even when you scoot closer, the nervousness must be crawling all over your face, because he makes a comment.

" Explore. I will correct you. "

Far from reassuring. But then again, he must be incapable of such. Or just uncaring, that's more likely. What are you to him, if not the toy you agreed to be?

Well, time to be smart about things.

Time to set aside the mania in your brain telling you that you, a mere human, are going to engage sexually with a being whose oppressive totality you can't even comprehend, and focus on making things easier for you. Chances are that, taking this entity's magnificent size into account, avoiding his slit is a more intelligent choice. You don't need to be a scientist to know whatever's coming out of that will be scarily massive. Unmanageable perhaps. You're not looking forward to being literally impaled in an effort to appease a charred god.

Heading for his lower set is, by far, the safest bet.

Spreading your legs, your stature sinks further, and you can angle yourself to be mostly beneath his foreign pussy. The deity hums at your choice, adjusting their stance slightly, hips canting and arms moving to support his frame as it is ever so slightly presented to you. Behind him, a rough tail sways slowly, like the pendulum of a clock.

Given a much better look now, you realize that his labia are actually prehensile, moving every now and then. His vaginal opening doesn't seem to differ all that much from a human's in structure, at least outwardly, but what catches your attention is what must be his clitori. Two of them! That must make orgasms fun... They're large too, seeming to poke out their hood without difficulty, like thorns on a rose. For a pause, you're just observing him.

" Do you think it wise to test my patience at this moment? " He says in response to your mute awe.

" N-No! Forgive me, lord. " The fear response has kicked in more effectively, though it's not enough to drown your fascination. " ... You're beautiful. "

Krulu genuinely blinks in surprise. Subtle shock is replaced by a frown. A long finger dances under your chin, claw dragging on the fickle flesh, forcing you forward when it hooks upwards. " Pleasure, pet. Not flattery. "

Fair enough. You didn't mean to let that slip so easily.

Unsure how to go about this in a way that will please this being, whose sexual customs are vastly unknown, you figure starting timidly is smarter. Your hands lift, though the sharp glare you're given instantly make them dart to the marbled altar again.

" May-... May I use my hands? " Silence. " Please? "

" You may. "

At least that.

Tracing a slow path on the inside of this thighs, you edge upwards, marveling at the patterns engraved on the left one, scar tissue turned to infinite swirls. By the time you get to the inevitable, you begin by planting a kiss to the bottom of his entrance, trailing sloppy pecks upwards until your nose nudges against those two growths.

He looks down at you with an equally intense glare. Although where once it was filled with genuine irritation, now it's heated in a different way. No less intimidating however. A chuff is heard from above, those clits flex against the air in a motion that you find oddly erotic in spite of never having had contact with his species before.

A timid lap across the length of his opening is all you can manage to delay before focusing on those two. They look sensitive, they must be naturally, you fear too much direct stimulation can overwhelm him like it does some people. But it only takes a few experimental laps and kisses for him to "correct you". A palm drives your head harder against those buds, and he grinds on your face with a flex of long legs.

" I am not made of porcelain, lesser. "

" F- Forgive me- " Pressed against his cunt hard, all you can do is mumble the words onto it, face aflame. He seems to like the vibrations anyway.

" Take them into your mouth. "

Oh. Right, you can probably do that.

Circling one of their clits with a stubby tongue, you slip it into your warmth and, for lack of any guidance, suck on it cautiously. Krulu grunts something you can't interpret out, sighing when you pop it off your mouth to take care of the twin. With enough care, you manage to slip both in, sucking around the appendages, feeling them twitch on your tongue. It doesn't take long before he lets out a moan, this sound that seems to gently grace the walls, both high-pitched and low, as if two had reacted in unison.

It's a little hotter than it should be when he begins rolling against your mouth, almost causing you to bob. They taste of something intense, spreading an odd, nearly numbing tingle on your mouth. Something's popping in your tastebuds, bitter and sweet at different instances. It causes you to salivate excessively, drool trying its best to break down the complex substance you're coming in contact with. It's not an unpleasant flavor, so you find yourself easily suckling at him without a second thought.

The sound of faint dripping eventually breaks your focus.

You might be shamefully getting wet, but that's certainly not you. It takes a slight pause in your motions to incredulously peek down and spot his cunt clenching, empty, dripping slick in generous amounts. You hit the part of you that's drooling with a rolled up newspaper for being so impulsive. Still, when you quickly get back to servicing his clits, a stray hand coats itself in that viscous lubrication and you slip three fingers in without a hint of resistance. Then four. Honestly, you can slide your whole hand in there.

... Maybe you should?

Fuck it.

Your whole hand gets swallowed into Krulu's pussy, and while your eyes are wide in amusement, wondering if you could put your entire forearm in there, you're more focused in trying to find a spot to rub. It can't be that different from your anatomy, can it? You start palping and stroking with a purpose while slurping on him, determined to find that slightly ruggier tissue- Ah! There we are.

The higher arches, grunting, slipping more of your limb into himself with the jarring movement of his hips. It feels obscene, like you're fisting him. " Hhharder-! Harder, you hear me? "

He snarls, and like Hell you're going to risk unintentionally teasing him more. Your whole fucking palm rubs at what you think is his g-spot, feeling warm insides cling to your fingers, pulling you in with the force behind those reflexive pulses. Mesmerizing... This rolling rumble of a noise nearly shakes the walls, so you'll take it as a sign you're doing well. It's not too long before your arm is soaked by sloppy amounts of lubrication and your lips are puffed from sucking fattened clits. Krulu's sour disposition seems to be melting into a more tolerable demeanor, perhaps high on his enjoyment.

Better horny than angry, you guess.

More noises, this time from above, jolt your attention. Sensing movement, your eyes roam up to spot a sight that nearly makes you choke around the god's nubs. One hand coils over a glowing yellowed cock, shaped oddly just like the rest of him, some sections almost looking like rings. It strokes that length avidly, another hand from a different set of arms comes to rub circles around the head. He looks down at you lecherously, appearing to enjoy the show for a couple of heated moments where your gaze is locked on his and the massive being licks at their cruel grin.

When his head starts to tip upwards in the universal language of an approaching peak, Krulu drags you away from him by the neck, holding your pussy drool soaked face while the two of you catch your breath. The tingles on your tongue start to recede. The giant adjusts his position again, and this time, his massive cock faces you with a bob. Without extremities obscuring it, you can truly bask in its design, familiar, but so much better.

Your earlier point still stands however. There's absolutely no way in Heaven or Hell that cock is fitting anywhere inside you. Ever.

" Not as atrocious as I was expecting. But you are far from done, pet. "

Now curved forward, his great stature looms creepily. You don't see the nudge forward coming, nearly falling forth. Krulu makes an amused sort of titter.

" Resume. "

You almost don't want to crawl back towards him, but you know you need to tough through your own choice. He doesn't move a muscle, merely evaluating as you decide to start the same way you did with his cunt, kissing. One peck at the tip of his shaft, slicked by precum, then down the length you'll never take anywhere hopefully. It's admittedly impressive, the weight of it is such so that you require two hands to hold. And even then, you can't encompass his total girth. It's a beast of a cock, excusing the French.

Despite all odds, you try your best to do something that you think might pleasure him, struggling to jerk Krulu off. In fact, the motions are so clumsy that you believe he's purely just getting off on your pathetic attempts. Kitten licks are offered to a sensitive glans you can only suck at partially. The way those burning eyes shut just a bit further tells you he's at least taking enjoyment out of the whole thing.

It's still startling to feel something rough park at your bare pussy however. The rugged texture makes you believe it might be his tail for a second, but with the tapping of what can only be fingertips, you realize he's lowered a hand for you to sate yourself with. It rubs at your folds, spreading your own wetness and pressing knowingly over a bundle of nerves while you sigh around his girth.

" Are you daft? "

His voice isn't soothing at all. It's like... Wood bark in your ears, like branches snapping and scraping asphalt. You can only blink and gulp, befuddled.

" Fuck yourself on my fingers, you witless creature. "

That shouldn't have made your cunt clench the way it did. Though, at this point, you've stopped questioning why you're being aroused by gradually more obscene situations. In fact, enjoying this will make it a lot more bearable.

It's not too easy to multi-task, and given his impressive motor control of so many limbs, he must think your struggles are pitiful. Tentatively, you grind over his fingers, trying to slot them inside your warmth and getting struck by powerful shivers when he curls them helpfully. Thin and long, they slide into your walls with ease and reach places you've never been touched in before. Or maybe it's the way that he touches them. You have no doubt he could lift you by the cunt if he wanted to, and the bizarre thought has a quick moan making it past your lips, starting to roll into the friction with a little more gusto.

Krulu encourages you by hooking his phalange-like fingers, claws kept expertly folded. You feel your legs quaking and flexing in the wake of a god's touch, pleasure dawning upon you at a surprising rate. Although he's far from kind, far from safe, some itch in the back of your mind tells you to give in, to offer this entity your body and mind and all else they may crave of you. Because, somehow, someway, you understand that is your purpose. You understand you're looking at someone you should never defy and always, always seek to please.

He is your real God. And this is your new faith.

This sudden line of thought causes some genuine concern within you, as it's something completely out of left field. Never once have you felt so intensely about something. It must be his doing, it has to be. Ad yet, it feels right. Appropriate. Warming. You're not even aware your mouth is parted in silent bliss until Krulu appears to chuckle at your state.

" You will coat my hand in your effort to please me. And with your release, your role here is forever sealed. "

The hypnotizing finality of his statement is as striking as it is wonderfully arousing to you. Enough so that your heart cartwheels in your ribcage and your pace on his generous hand hastens. Maybe it won't even be so bad, you ponder while slicking his cock like a treat, you'd be protected, you wouldn't have to care about anything anymore. And you could get railed day and night by the monsters who lusted after you tonight, by the rest of them, the ones you can't help but fantasize about.

What would fucking the mimic be like? He deserves it for bringing you inside, for introducing you to your fate properly. And that slime, his kind has always exhibited such strange mating customs, how wild would things get? Oh, wasn't there a robot too? Your poor pussy drools as hard as your mouth does, each throbbing pulse of your walls hypnotically ebbing away your common sense. You're well aware pieces of your sanity have been chipping off like old pottery since the start of your contact with this god, but it doesn't feel as horrific as it should, it doesn't raise alarm or concern in you anymore.

Spiritualism isn't something you're very inclined to, but your mind tells you this is where you should be right now. And with that affirmation, everything seems to calmly slot into place again. Everything is as it should be.

" Y- Yes, my lord. "

Lashes flutter to a close briefly while you do your damndest to try to offer the deity more pleasure, unable to welcome him into your comparatively minuscule mouth. He grows fevered, legs shifting to feed more of himself into your grasp, likely frustrated by his mounting need, or perhaps being rough just for the sake of it. A jut of dark hips has that bright yellow length gliding on the side of your face in a debauched gesture that has you wondering if he could climax by simply grinding on your complexion. Eventually, slick, swift noises reach you, and judging by his moaning pants, you can only guess he's fingering himself to the scene.

Morbid curiosity has you peeking, the rhythmic plunging of equally dark digits into his sopping cunt confirming it. When you look back up, Krulu offers you a salacious rictus before thrusting hard, mean, just to jostle you.

" Lord- Lord Krulu- I'm doing my best, but I... I just can't fit you anywhere. I'm sorry- "

" Is it so? " The giant muses knowingly. " Well lesser, you will have to find a way to make me come somehow. Surprise me. "

Mind racing, you halt your motions on the now static hand between your legs, trying to figure something worth his time. A rotten little image finally surfaces, and you hope your filthy mind won't fail you now, of all times.

" Can... Can you please lower a bit more, Lordship? "

Krulu tilts their head subtly, elegant horns following, though your wish is granted. And so, you quickly scoot to be further beneath him, enough so that his heavy member rests on your front, from abdomen to chest and neck. The weight and warmth of it against your bare skin is a previously unknown sensation that you think you can get accustomed to, hands lifting to try to stimulate him in some manner, even pressing your breasts against him to whatever extent you can.

If he didn't think you were pitiful, he does now- Face flushed and dripping down his fingers, presenting yourself like some inanimate object to rut onto.

" Interesting... " He muses, and you can't be too sure if that's approval or an insult.

For some reason or another, the charred giant plays along, leaning forward to let himself grind against your body, each rock unavoidably powerful and gradually wetting you in his precum, a primitive marking ritual if there ever was one. Each back and forth has your face hotter than a furnace as you try, almost pointlessly, to lick at the end of him whenever it's close enough, oftentimes graced with a sloppy nudge against your cheek and mean-sounding chuckling from above.

Distantly, you wonder if this is what Admin goes through regularly. She's clearly his favorite, maybe this is a daily thing for them. It's easy to understand why her reverence of this being is so genuine and unbreakable. You can't help think that you'd be drawn here anyway, sooner or later.

Nothing matters anymore except doing as you're told, shuddering out moans and trying your best, apparently doing enough to warrant a reward as Krulu begins plunging his digits into you faster and harder than you've ever been fingered before, having tears prick at the corners of your eyes as it feels like he's fucking you himself in spite of being currently held between your breasts and arms. There's no mistaking the growls that dip into snarls low enough to rattle you, felt between every point of contact you have, rippling on your form, only speeding up your own approaching end.

Unable to squirm away from the relentless finger-fucking, it's all too soon before you're taken to the edge and near effortlessly tipped into a raging orgasm. Although it surprises you enough to let out a scream-like cry of ecstasy, you soon realize you're dealing with a god. He could probably kill you from orgasmic bliss alone if he wanted to. And you definitely feel something in your mind short-circuit, vision blurring with each pulse of a throbbing cunt around speedy, thin extremities. You're faintly aware of the fact that you just gushed onto Krulu's hand. Though neither of you are very concerned with that, you only struggle to breathe in the wake of growing overstimulation, arms now limp and body nearly falling back from how tensely it arches.

This feels like more than just an orgasm, if that's even possible.

Your lord detaches himself from your figure entirely, leaving a sweaty, goosebump-covered body to heave and sway, nipples as pert as the still twitching clit between your jelly-like legs. It's increasingly hard to focus on anything but the soft murmuring of the candles and the way light flickers off tapestry, but you register the motion of your head being yanked upwards to face Krulu while he rises to pump himself over you feverishly.

The erotic bucking of his hips into several pairs of lewdly moving hands over his own cock is hypnotizing. You can't help but watch his face keep contorting into different expressions of equally intense pleasure, until, all of a sudden, he makes a sound you can only call a roar. Loud and throaty and self-indulgent, reverberating in the very depths of your soul and rattling your skull with its volume.

The first splatter of cum on your body is jarring, eliciting a startled yelp followed by a heated groan when it's followed by more and more shots, all thick coats of Krulu's enjoyment of you. His approval of a brand new servant. Their seed all but leaves no part of you untouched, wide eyes having to shut themselves so as to not get pelted in the process. You can't help gasping and moaning like an animal at the sensation. Globs cascade down your belly and slide across your entrance. There's little else your boiled mind can do aside from merely pant and remain still like a depraved figurine covered in pearly white wax.

" Welcome to The Clergy's Eye, my present. "

Is the last thing you're able to coherently interpret before your mind starts distorting things again.

In between the following moments, could have been seconds or hours for all you'll ever know, you recall the image of a somewhat concerned and agitated green man with a pumpkin for a head looking you over. He murmured something fogged and unintelligible to your drunken self and seemed to carry you elsewhere in a hurry, much too fast for your muddled thought process and reflexes.

The glow of the elevator hurts your eyes.

The ballerina spins slowly on top of her stage, a soft, cheerful tune ringing across paint-splattered orange walls, the sound of rain softly cascading outside adding a homely element to things.

You sigh, comforted, leaning into Vinnel's gloved motions as he ties pink lace around your neck and forms a ribbon on the back. His gurgled hums fall in tune with the melody and he appears to be genuinely content. He always is when he gets to dress you up, it's become a beloved part of his routine.

" There we are, my pretty poppet! Do a spin for me! " The jester suddenly peels back, twirling in the air.

You stand in the frilled pink and white dress outfit he spent the better part of an hour perfecting, feeling gorgeous, softly painted cheeks rising and creasing the corners of your eyes when you smile for him. Grabbing the hem of your dress, you spin twice and feel warm at his exaggerated reaction.

" Uhuhuhuhu! Showstopping! Brilliant! " Vinnel titters, clapping enthusiastically before landing on the ground of his room to lightly boop you on the nose. " You're ready to head out then, missus. "

" Thank you, Vinnel. " And even though you sound perfectly innocent, when you hug him, one of your hands drifts down to palm at the heart shape on his groin, rewarded with a husky growl.

" Go on now, poppet. It's too early for games, you little slut. " He muses, stepping away to open the main door in his room so the two of you can head out.

Today, Admin requested to have breakfast with you, so you dutifully get on the elevator and head to the restaurant floor, finding the woman already seated in a pristine table, waving you over. Your feet quickly trot you over to her, sitting obediently and greeting your superior.

" Well well, look at our little model today. " She teases.

" Ah, thank you! Vinnel outdid himself. "

" Certainly. This is much more palatable than the bruises he likes to put on you usually. " You have to agree with her here, some spots of your body are still sore where he clawed at days ago.

Grimbly eventually zooms his way to the two of you with a tray containing your breakfast. A variety of pastries deposited on your side while Admin seemed to only want her coffee, always a shade of black so intense that it made it look as if she was drinking a void. The waiter wags his tail and beams at you, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek and cooing at your look before being waved away by the brunette.

" How do you feel about your stay here so far? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't appear to regret your decision. " She sips from the steaming cup.

The answer is almost automatic.

" O-Oh, it's been really nice! Everyone wants me here so much, I... I like all my coworkers, it really feels like home. " You confess, feeling a tad sheepish but standing by your words. " I can't describe how fulfilled I am nowadays. I'm happy when... Everyone's happy. It's hard to explain but I really feel like I've gained- "

" Purpose? "

You pause. Yeah. That's precisely the word. How come she's always so right? " Exactly. "

Admin nods, a tiny smile on small lips. She got whatever response she wanted out of you, it appears.

" I'm glad we see things similarly. " Her eyes unfocus, following the swirl of her bottomless coffee cup as if it calls to her sweetly. " It's... Nice, having a human acquaintance here. " It's said with a hint of shock, as if the revelation surprised even her.

You can't help but preen under the praise, offering the woman one of your palmiers. She declines politely, and it's when you return to staring at your plates that you finally see the little note attached to one of them.

Good morning, love. I'll see you soon, hopefully.

A small series of scribbled hearts circle the message, you know exactly who it's from.

" Santi. "

There's a hum from the brunette in front of you. " Mhm, he paid for those. "

" Aw... That's really sweet of him. " Truly, he's always been a sweetheart, since the very start of all this, however long ago that was. Time is barely a concern for you anymore.

" Sometimes he still gloats about being the first you chose, you know? " She grins for a short second. " I think you inflated his ego forever. "

The knowledge makes you actually burst out laughing for a few hearty second where the sound echoes off the vastly empty restaurant. That's adorable, honestly.

" Oh , he might just become my favorite if he keeps buying me treats like this. " A joke you know, had you said it to the rest of them, an argument would instantly break out.

" Why shouldn't he treat you a little today? " Admin's brow rises, head tilted in that way that almost reminds you of Krulu, when he's more comfortable. Still, she knows something you don't, causing you to blink and sit there like a dumbfounded donkey.

" ... You haven't put it together yet, have you? "

No. No, you haven't.

The chestnut-eyed woman crosses her legs and snickers quietly. A couple of seconds pass where she expects you to make a sudden discovery, but the eureka moment isn't coming any time soon.

Finally, she takes mercy on you with a shake of the head. " It's been a year since you were gifted to us. "

...

A year. Has it been that long already? It felt like a miserable few months, if that much. Everything is just so fast here, it really does feel like yesterday when you were screaming at Hellion and Pebble in the garden.

Has it really been that long since you left everything behind?

Strangely enough, bits and pieces of your life before becoming a part of The Clergy are becoming harder to recall in clear detail, faces blur and places become nameless. You don't know what you used to do for a living, or what your routine is. Where did you even live? It doesn't sound important anymore. It isn't.

You're exactly where you should be.

Suddenly, the seat you're currently on ripples and shifts bizarrely, a vibrating purr-like noise spreading across your legs as the chair appears to grow a discolored grayish set of shackled arms and grasps your stocking-clad thighs with them, something wet and slimy brushes against your ankles. The mimic relishes your startled yelp and only holds onto you harder, tittering at having fooled you efficiently. That goofy bastard.

" Hm, they're going to be all over you today... " She sighs like a disappointed babysitter.

" Get ready. "

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[Part 7 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

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TW: Implied mind break; Character gore

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Now alone, you take a moment to better study the room around you.

It looks basic, that much you had appraised earlier. No windows whatsoever, a black carpet, dark walls, the purple bed sheets you sit on, pink pillows, a small armchair, and an even less remarkable vanity in the corner.

There are paintings on the walls, but you can't quite tell what they're meant to be. Who made those? It's as if someone who had no concept of reality tried to illustrate very specific images, failing miserably, creating a chaotic blend of colors and shapes that definitely resembles something you might have seen before, but twisted enough that you can't put your finger on it. If ever there was a prime example of the eeriness of the uncanny valley, this would be it.

The more you stare at the three paintings above the bed on the wall, the more you're filled with a sense of dread. It's wrong, it's all so wrong.

Fuck, you hate this place.

A fearful voice within the walls of your cranium screeches that if you dare search the corners of this room alone, the ground will grow teeth to bite you with, the walls will pull you in to a slow, suffocating death and the furniture will snap your limbs off. Oh, you wouldn't put it past this inexplicably horrid building to do any of that- No matter how ridiculous a thought that would have been to you not even a day ago.

From the moment you opened your eyes and were graced with moving flowers, it became clear nothing could be taken for granted, not even the most simple of truths. And you really, really don't want to have your sanity challenged any more by scouring this dark little motel-like room.

It seems you'll have to rely solely on that angel to break this stalemate.

What an odd sort.

That staff he carries on his back is trouble. You remember the way he shoved it so close to the gargoyle's throat. He was confident... As if it could pierce through the incredible density of the blue monster. Might as well play it safe and assume that it really is capable of cutting through Pebble like cheese. It's going to be a little risky to push his buttons when he's got that thing at arm's reach.

But then again, he's apparently easily flustered. There's no doubt about it, from stuttering as he tried to pull you off the other monster, to chiding you for vulgar language and reacting with guilty denial the moment you pointed out his hardness. It wouldn't be too hard to get under his skin and coax something out of him, you just have to take care not to irritate.

He said he'd be back...

What are you going to do then? Lay down and invite him to bed? Psh, as if he'd respond. Either he'd chastise you or flee, most likely. Perhaps he needs to feel more in control, needs you to act casual about it- Giving the angel a taste of something he considers "vulgar" without forcing him to acknowledge it. If it works, you could probably lure him into taking you outside again, some way or another. Though, thinking back on the crowd of people that gathered in the garden since you woke up on that bench... Is that actually a good idea? Debatable.

One way or another, you need his favor.

Yes, perhaps playing along with his demands might be smarter in the long run. Rising from the bed, you look for a second door, one that should lead to a bathroom, just like the one in the incubus' room. And yet... Nothing's there. Just the wall, staring back at you. This must have been the most low quality room he could have gotten. Then again, he likely wasn't concerned with your comfort.

You glance at the spot where the door would be just one more time, to be sure, to hope and pray that a miracle doorway had been summoned in that brief pause by sheer will, that this haunted playground had been merciful for once- Still nothing. Riveting.

That means you'll have to freshen up as best as you can in in this sorry state, with no water to help straighten your hair and clean the gargoyle seed still occasionally sliding past your entrance. Frankly, you think as you straighten the dress, the odds aren't looking good right now.

Thinking about it, all you've accomplished thus far has been getting fucked and tossed around between strange monsters. Every single time it seems as if you're walking in the right direction, some cruel force throws you back several steps, laughing at you, making you enjoy it. You feel awful. Which is obvious, naturally, but it's starting to wear you down. Or maybe it's the adrenaline leaving your system now that you're not in immediate danger or dealing with yet another monster.

You know it's over if you let that despair take over. The key to getting out is to keep up momentum. Stay strong, focus. There's no time to cry.

... Where is he anyway?

It's been a while. Maybe he's jerking off in a dimly lit corner, seething that you noticed his erection at all. Damn it, if he comes back to you having relieved himself, it's going to make things much harder.

In the eerie silence of the untouched room, it would be difficult to miss those approaching footsteps. Firm, rhythmic, like a footsoldier. Him.

You spring to action, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the front door. Spine straight, legs pressed together and hands on your lap, a neutral look on a tired complexion. There's only time for one rattled sigh before the door is pushed open, and in he steps. The angel. With what looks to be a mildly damp towel.

Immediately, all three eyes narrow at you.

In hindsight, it's not too hard to guess why. Everything is exactly as it was when he left, but you sit in a position that totally reads as suspicious. You are scheming something, and it shows. Bare legs sway over the edge of the bed, waiting for him to make the first move. Maybe you can sell something here.

" You are... More obedient than I expected. " He murmurs, probably to himself.

Hues bounce every over every shape of his furred figure, searching, searching- Ah, there it is! Oh, he's not full-mast anymore, but there's definitely something still interested in his weird outfit. You can work with that.

Quickly, your eyes flicker back to the winged one's face. " Well... I've been thinking, aren't you an angel? "

He hasn't moved since stepping inside. That double-axed staff is still attached to his form. Careful.

" Celestial would be the more correct term. Though I suppose, yes. Why? " The towel is folded for now. You have a hard time conceiving the thought that an angel would readily work here, amongst demons. It contradicts everything you've ever been told about these creatures- But then again, his mere sight is one huge, confusing contradiction.

" Then you're the one I should be listening to. Angels are supposed to be respected, after all. " Buy it, oh my God please just buy it, you're pulling this out of your ass on the spot, it better work.

The other sighs, eyes rolling. " And you came to that conclusion now? "

Yeah, he was there when you got brought to the whole gang, wasn't he? Hm.

" W- Well- I was scared and confused then, I- I know better now. " Do you though?

" So you claim you've come to your senses? " The angel pushes.

There's a shrug, your eyes leave his intense lavender pools for a few seconds, afraid they'll burn you to a crisp. You are being judged.

" Perhaps, mister... " It's your turn to squint, not even having a name to call him.

" Belo. " He nods, moving towards you.

A secret smile dances on your lips. " I see. Thank you for your mercy, Belo. "

The angel blinks a couple of times. You're not sure what gave him pause, it could have been the sound of his name on your tongue, the false sincerity in your tone, or the mention of mercy. It was a lapse in demeanor regardless, one you're all too keen to take advantage of.

" Were it not for you, I'd probably still be on that roof. " In a calculated move, your gaze drops to your lap sadly, fingers interweaving. " Maybe the other gargoyles would have gotten to me. Or I could have fallen into the hands of dangerous perverts. "

A pang of guilt flashes on his gaze. Brief, but not brief enough to miss.

Obviously, he didn't pluck you from the roof out of the goodness of his heart, that's ludicrous. It worked however, you want him to stew in his own guilt, if he's even capable of feeling that much of it.

" ... You're welcome. " Belo replies, though none of his eyes meet yours for a second. The worker recovers quickly. " P- Part your legs, please. "

This might be a lot easier than you expected. Hah.

" But why? " You feign ignorance, and a bit of discomfort, causing the other one to stammer and hesitate further.

" Well I- You need to be minimally presentable. " He very subtly shrugs, as if to say 'what do you want me to do?'

" But Belo I- I've been touched there by such brutes. I don't want to be hurt anymore. "

As if. You sooner kill a man to admit out loud that the sex you've had here was mostly enjoyable, even if you'd rather it have taken place under literally any other circumstances. Nevertheless, you committed to the bit, now you have to sell it, so you shield your sex through your dress, bottom lip wobbling. Crying on command is hard, you hope you won't have to rely on it.

The angel's authoritative demeanor wanes further, he seems to be appraising you with genuine pity, getting second thoughts perhaps. " I promise my intent isn't lecherous, but I do have to clean... " Big eyes spazz again, looking every which way, the words tight in his throat. " You are dirty. " Belo settles for, taking a step forward with newfound resolve.

The slight whimper you let out has him slowing down briefly, before coming to a squat before you. One lightly furred hand rests on your knee. " I'll be gentle and quick. "

" I trust you then. " You reply after a thought-out pause, masking the growing mirth within you as soon as you spread your legs to the angel, fully.

He's given a positively nasty view.

Not that much time has passed since you were folded beneath the stone monster, and your body still shows signs of being highly sensitive. From the flushing of your cunt, to a still peeking clit and, of course, the obscene cream-colored fluid you have no choice but to drip. Remnants of arousal still pulse within you at the sensation of your own warmth and wetness, finding a depraved sense of joy from how full of cum you have been throughout this entire day.

Maybe you should add him to the tally.

No. The longer you stay here, the less straight you think.

Belo looks absolutely enraptured by the sight before him, spare hand tight on the towel as you sit there, dress hiked up for his access. The monster man doesn't move for a long pause wherein you can see two pupils dilate slightly, the fluff on his chest pushing against that black outfit.

It's odd. You won't question why he's reacting to the sight of you this way when most of his coworkers seem vastly desensitized. You could be wrong, but perhaps he's relatively new to this place? That would make manipulating your way into a better position easier, but then, his conviction in this Admin person, in this lord he keeps speaking of- Being new here doesn't exactly mean he isn't already washed into a certain way of thinking.

Apparently, the two of you have spaced out at the same time.

Though, as you consider calling out to him, Belo shakes himself off the trance and finally gets to work.

Exactly as promised, those pale hands are nothing but gentle when they drag their way up from your inner thighs. And, in all honesty, you'd be lying to say it doesn't feel nice. Because it does. It's an attentive type of aftercare, even if the angel wasn't the one who plunged into you, or even remotely emotionally attached to you for that matter. For a moment, seduction games and thoughts of escape fade into the back of your mind, becoming static noise to the sweet sensation of humid cotton on skin.

Your eyes close, a deep sigh relieving some modicum of stress. Until Belo finally has the guts to touch you where it counts.

The moment you glance down, you find his eyes fixed on your face, although they quickly redirect to the spot between your legs. His grip is shaky at best, collecting the beads of spent as they show themselves and turning the towel around so he can smooth it over your womanhood. A nudge too close to your button is all that's needed for your leg to twitch and a noise to escape.

" P- Pardon. " Belo instantly excuses.

Although, he doesn't stop.

In fact, a minute or so of this light treatment passes before you start growing suspicious of his motives. I'll be quick, he said, and yet here he is, petting your pussy like a timid boy that's been shown a pair of tits and doesn't quite know what to do with them.

What is he hoping to achieve really? You think for a second, trying to keep a straight face. Does he just want an opportunity to caress a woman's privates? Is he hoping that you'll make a sound? When the angel begins edging the towel up repeatedly, never failing to gently bump your now interested clit, you realize it's definitely the latter. This dirty little bastard wants you to make some noise. It turns him on. Perfect, you need him to be horny for this.

" Belo. " Your hips shift forward the next time he combs over your pussy.

" Ah- ... Yes? "

You're not sure if it's sweat, but something's definitely running down the side of his face.

" Please, don't touch me there so much. It makes me... " Staring away, you feign deep shame.

He gets the picture, eating up the act you feed him without doubt- Or, who knows, he could be onto you yet still enjoy the pretend game.

" Oh dear. " The angel murmurs. " Then perhaps we should leave it as is. "

When Belo gets up, probably about to flee again, the fucking loser, you grab onto the edge of his coat. Cape? Whatever it is. " Stay. I should thank you for being so soft with me. " You plead when he faces you over his shoulder.

Those head wings flutter nervously. " I don't- I can't. I can't waste time here, I have to- "

" I'll be quick. " The corners of your lips quirk up, the tiniest hint of mischief present.

Belo spares a glimpse at the door, then back to your figure. There's a second where he looks ahead fully, and it's crystal clear he just lost the battle with his sense of duty.

" Alright... " The angel faces your seated frame again. " I suppose a moment longer won't hurt. "

He's consistently avoiding eye contact, and now you can be sure why. He got hard again, probably just from touching you through that towel, the shape of it straining against his suit. Oh for sure, he's hot under the collar enough for you to drop this silly charade. Grabbing the pale one by the holes on the sides of his "pants", you pull him forward rather forcefully, planting a kiss to his hidden erection.

Belo squawks, entire form tensing as his wings spread a good bit. He huffs and grabs the side of your head with both hands to keep it still. It's not an uncomfortable hold, thankfully.

" J- Just what- What in Eden do you think you're doing?! "

You don't answer the startled monster right away, blinking up at him innocently, then moving to place more chaste pecks along the length of his hard-on, nuzzling against it like the debauched voice that's been leering in the back of your mind all this time beckons you to do.

" Thanking you. " Simple.

" Lesser, with all d- due respect- " His next words melt into a desperate little " Uhn- " when you reach to kiss the tip of it.

Flattish head. Workable shape. No knot, thank goodness.

He doesn't seem like he knows what to say right now, torn between putting a stop to things and letting it all happen. The trick is, of course, not letting Belo think for too long. Nimble fingers search for a zipper on the angel's suit, finding nothing. Worried, you stroke the monster through the feather-patterned black fabric, poking and pinching at the front of his suit until -Ah, so here they are- You find nearly imperceptible buttons. It's a breeze from there on, fast motions undoing his outfit while the angel sputters and tenses.

" You- Good lord, you don't have to... " He pipes up when his member is freed. " We shouldn't. This is getting out of hand. " The desire to roll your eyes is overwhelming.

Is it weird to say his dick is pretty? Because it is.

It reminds you of Grimbly's, in a way. Smooth, a tapered sort of head, definitely proportionate to his size. Its pallid pink coloration, only ever getting darker at the root, makes him look soft and inviting. His arousal beads steadily, and you have no qualms taking Belo into your hands.

" Human... "

You'd rather he call you literally anything else, to be honest.

Right, so, you ponder while slowly working him up, the plan here is to either exhaust him, or at the very least catch him off-guard enough to leave. After all, you didn't hear him lock the door again when he came in. If you can make a dash into that elevator, then you can split from him and try to race somewhere. Not an ideal strategy, or a bright one for that matter, but you'll have to make do. There's an even smaller chance that the angel will feel merciful enough to lead you out, but you'd be an idiot to trust such a hopeless possibility.

Ah fuck it, one step at a time, you don't have time to mull on the finer details.

Focusing on the present, you plant several kisses along the length of the angel's cock. Not giving him time to stutter out any useless exclamations and letting a small tongue explore him from top to bottom. His legs shake visibly, even the fingers previously static on the sides of your head now tremble faintly, Belo seems flustered by his own reactions.

" You don't get treated well enough, do you? " Your smile is sweet superficially, but you wouldn't blame it if he took your words as an insult.

Although Belo seems to be far away right now, all three eyes lidding as he stares down at you, fixated on the movements of your lips more than the meaning behind them. It's ridiculous how quickly he's getting undone, and, curiously, you note that his large wings are closing in around you- As if to shield the world from the disgusting act being performed.

Even if you'd like to draw things out, time is against you here. Every second that passes is a bead forever lost to the hourglass of your survival- You're sinking in quicksand. It's with that urgency in the forefront of your mind that your lips wrap lewdly around Belo's pink girth and take it as far as possible without gagging.

" Hha- Ohhn m-mercy my lord...! "

His taste is nothing to write home about, but his noises? The finest of melodies. The angel's voice already had a melodic undertone to it, now it really is as if he's singing for you. Horny little hums becoming full-throated moans while he pleads this lord entity for forgiveness. Somehow, you doubt he's referring to any sort of god you know. Part of you wants to taunt him that there's no god involved in your oral skill, but his little cries are too amusing to halt.

" Mmn- I'm bad, I'm going to be punished for this... " Belo laments, even as the fingers holding your head subtly encourage you to bob on his cock faster, hips tilting ever so slightly forward. " I- It's all because of you. Filthy- Ah- Lecherous woman- My lord those lips ohn... "

You're not even trying that hard. Though his theatrics are a little flattering.

The next time he rocks into your motions, he gets greedy, causing you to choke around the base of his shaft, messily drooling as you gag. The sight isn't pretty, and you assumed the prissy angel would get turned off, yet instead, he throbs in your mouth. Hah, the puritan is a sexually repressed pervert- Who could have seen that coming?

Belo sheds self-control and dignity for every second that you suck him stupid, and his righteous mask falls entirely.

" Hharder... " He whispers, voice so broken you actually shiver, heating like a furnace. " Harder harder please- Mm faster, you feel so good! "

Who are you to deny an angel's beautiful begging?

Motions speeding, you make it a point to moan around him, the thrill of his wanton calls making your loins boil alive. He's such a slut in heat, you'd delight in bullying this one to his knees. The desire to make him come takes center stage and the sloppy noises of your work fill the room, the fur around his slit soaking with drool and precum by now.

" Fffuh yes -Oh I'll pay, I'll pay for this- Keep going keep going please I'm so- "

" So what, Belo? "

The room drops several degrees in temperature. It's a miracle you didn't bite Belo's cock in fright.

He rips himself from your mouth, quickly using both hands and wings to shield himself while he steps away from your figure- Effectively leaving you to clean your face hurriedly before you spot the new figure who has walked in silently.

It's a woman.

Not just any woman. A human. Like you.

For a long, pregnant pause, you think you're hallucinating. Giving a blowjob to an angel was a terrible decision and his fluids have induced hallucinations in your mind. You're high. You're tripping. There can't be another human in this cesspit. Or rather- There can't be an untouched human in this home of horrors.

The person in front of you looks very well groomed. Her hair is straight and short, a brunette hue matching the irises on calm, watchful eyes. This petite smile sits on an otherwise pale, perfectly polite face. Tones of purple adorn a somewhat intricate dress-uniform, topped by a small hat with a logo you've come to recognize here, fishnets, and heavy-looking boots. She holds an air of importance and passive authority, something that compels you to never take your eyes off her, to listen, to behave.

There's no doubt in your mind this woman is not a poor lost soul like you. She holds power here, this is not a friend or a savior come to your aid by any stretch of the imagination. Be on your toes. Belo's reaction to her appearance doesn't help either.

" My- Lady Admin, it's not- " He fumbles, searching for an excuse he knows he can't make up on the spot. She gives him a placid glance. " W- We- I- "

" You're hopeless, Belo. That's what you are. " She completes. The door to the room slams shut behind her seemingly on its own, causing the two of you to jump.

Admin.

So it's her. All this time, he was talking about her. Fear claws at your throat the longer you stare at this peculiar woman. Outwardly, there's nothing off with her, but her mere presence is so oppressing that you fail to fetch any words. It's as if something hides behind her eyes, speaks from inside her mouth, listens through her ears. Her body language is imperceptible, revealing nothing but her awareness of others' intentions. You don't know what you're dealing with, she scares you more than any monster ever could and you can't place why.

Belo prostrates himself before the smaller female figure, head glued to the ground as he shakes in trepidation. " My lady, I failed you! I'm an impulsive beast and I disappointed those above me. It will never happen again- I promise! I swear on my vows! Please punish the lord's servant as you see fit. "

Fixated on the angel's pathetic beseeching, you only notice Admin's gaze is trailing you a touch too late. She cages you in place without words, studying, deliberating. Her brows rise slowly, as if she had just heard something surprising, certainly not whatever mindless babbling her subordinate is spewing gratuitously. Finally, after a small eternity, she veers towards Belo, a delicate gloved hand grabbing the halo protrusion on the back of his head and yanking it up so she can stare down at shrunken inhuman pupils.

" We can arrange that later, you animal. " She spits, voice distorting towards the end in a manner that nearly stops your heart and makes him whimper. " Get up. "

He instantly springs to a stand. " Yes, lady. "

The woman pries his wings off his front, met with only minor resistance, as a warning glance is all that's needed for the angel to bare himself, a neglected shaft bobbing under her gaze.

" You. " She calls while leading Belo forward by the wrist, back to his previous spot in front of you. " Finish this. "

" M- Me? " You stammer, quickly facing Belo's cock again.

The brunette works fast, looping a purple groove around his length and quickly pumping the angel. She does it casually, but in a practiced manner, as if this is common place around here. Which, honestly, you don't know what to expect anymore. The puzzled glance you spare at Belo is not returned, his three eyes glazing again as he simply subjects himself to whatever she wants without complaint.

" Yes, you. " Admin arches a brow. " You've aroused him, now fix your mess, I need him functional for the rest of the night. "

This is getting so weird on so many levels.

When all you do is blink and attempt to stutter out questions, her calm demeanor cracks and she swiftly takes matters into her own hand.

Actually, to be more accurate, she takes your hair into her hands and forces you onto the angel's cock. You yelp at the pain, getting bobbed condescendingly onto Belo's length a couple of times before you start doing it on your own, tear tracks sliding down your face from the pain of her ruthless grip. Did you just feel clawtips on the back of your head?

Belo moans out again. The grip on your hair recedes.

" There. Make him come, I don't have all day. "

Yes ma'am...

Because what else are you going to do, now that your plan went to hot shit? With her around, it's essentially game over, isn't it? You needed to have escaped this room before she arrived, perhaps attempting to seduce the angel was only a detrimental waste of time.

She observes you work, entirely unfazed by the gross noises taking over the room. The sensation of judgement weighs heavily on your shoulders, her piercing gaze leaving you no room to slack off or make mistakes. In fact, fear makes you work faster, until Belo is twitching in your mouth.

" Tongue. " She demands, a hint of a smile on her face.

Looping over the head of his member every now and then, you get to see Admin shove two digits in her own mouth, then drop them to Belo's slit, slightly disturbing your pace before slipping them under the base of his cock to pump mercilessly.

" A- AH! Lady-! "

The pale monster shouts his sudden pleasure, fur ruffling and pupils dilating. His head curves back slightly, the woman behind him not missing a beat when she bites down on a tender spot of his wings. What a sight, you think to yourself, mildly distressed by your enjoyment of the scene. You had never been that much of a voyeur, but this is... Different.

Belo's hips are then harshly pushed forward. You choke and sputter disgracefully, too distraught to hear the start of his mellifluous cry before you sense ropes of hot cum coating your throat. There's no choice but to swallow, or else you'll only choke further.

He's pulled off you before his peak is finished, left to tremble and stain himself in pearly white strings, his punishment so far being a mildly ruined orgasm. You're not holding up much better, coughing some of his spent back out in your effort to breathe clearly. The two of you are a disgraceful mess, his face burns as hot as yours.

" Scram now, you desperate sod. " She says, after a drawn out beat of silence, possibly only to let the shame sink in.

The angel hurries to shove himself into his suit, buttoning it back up and murmuring rushed apologies before speed-walking away with his head down like a beaten mutt. The door opens for him, closing softly once the monster is out of sight.

That leaves you and her, Admin, the person he wanted to take you to since the start of all this madness. You have no idea what to expect, and it must show clearly, though she only stands wordlessly, opening a shelf in the bedside table and retrieving spare wipes to clean her stained glove.

" ... You're a human. " It slips out, you quickly regret it.

" Some people have stopped seeing me that way. " She cocks he head for a second, tossing the used wipes onto the table.

" How did- How did you survive in here? " It's a confused whisper. She not only survived but acquired some mysterious form of authority over these depraved monsters. They revere her, or at least the angel clearly does.

Admin turns, offering an almost pitying expression, then sits on the edge of the bed, far from you, her legs crossed. The woman is suddenly static like a doll, facing the wall rather than you.

" I'm responsible for the flow of this building. I saw its birth and I will live to see its fall. As my worship's vessel, it'd be worrying if I wasn't respected, no? " She has a certain humorous drawl now, but there's nothing funny about it to you.

So she's in charge, for lack of finer wording. You're more worried about the repeated mention of this lord figure, this "worship", whoever they may be. What was it Belo said, when he had found you and Pebble on the roof? Kulu? Vurlu?

" Krulu? "

Chestnut eyes fix you from the corner of her vision. She sits straighter. " So you've been told? Do you know of our lord? "

" No... I heard someone say it. "

She deflates almost imperceptibly. " I see. Address him formally. " It's a warning, not a suggestion. " Clean yourself as best as you can. Strip. You will be taken to him for evaluation. " Admin tosses the rest of the wet wipes package your way. It falls flat on your lap.

You don't move to grab it.

Not at all. Your heart is hammering in your skull, the sound of that is horrendous. It feels as if you're glancing at the end of the rope, your hourglass is running out of sand, the ride is slowing down as its end approaches. On this foreign bed, with this borrowed dress, next to a stranger- You realize your fate is sealed.

And the desire to cry takes you over.

She doesn't need to look at you to understand you're sobbing faintly.

" B- But- I don't want to die! " You blubber. You got so far, after all. It's anything but fair.

" What you want is irrelevant to me. " The brunette states, expression molding into an air of boredom. " You will be presented to my lord. Clean yourself if you'd like better chances. I cannot and will not guarantee anything. "

You consider making a scene.

A proper scene. Screaming and raving and throwing shit around until she's forced to kill you herself -You don't doubt she can- Or getting on your knees and begging with every breath you can draw. But Admin doesn't seem like the type to fall into schemes, to be blinded by flattery or moved by pity. She's a stone wall, your emotions truly are meaningless here.

It's funny that, out of all the monsters you've met here thus far, she's the most inhuman one of them all.

Yes, there's no use getting on her nerves.

Eventually taking the wipes, you clean Belo's stray cum off your skin, dabbing at any dubious spots on the pink dress. Digits comb over your own hair, attempting to fix it even if you know the effort is fruitless. So this is it. This is the end all be all of tonight.

You could die.

You might die.

It all depends on this "lord".

When you look at Admin, she's glancing back at you expectantly, fingers steepled. A moment passes.

" I said strip. "

Oh. You forgot that.

Hesitation claws at you. But then, you've been through so much already, is there any point in being self-conscious around yet another heathen in this place, a human on top of that? Fuck it, you're sure she'll just force you if you don't do it fast enough.

There's a nod when you begin moving, silent approval of your unspoken logic.

The light cloth is easily removed, and just as you expected, the brunette has no comment ready. She blinks, appraises you some more, then gets up, moving towards the door.

" Come. " Admin beckons.

Her neutral complexion quickly sours into a frown when you stay put, bare and uncomfortable.

" E... Evaluation? " You pry, hopeful that it's not something deadly which you're about to be subjected to.

" Yes. "

Another silent beat passes. For fuck's sake, she's just infuriating, isn't she? If you weren't so intimidated, you'd let her know.

" ... And what does that entail? "

The woman rolls her eyes. " I prefer to let Master Krulu do the talking. " The door parts before her. " I won't have to drag you, will I? "

No, you've been subjected to enough shame for a lifetime today.

Covering your breasts and nethers, you grimace after the other human, grateful there don't seem to be monsters roaming the long hall of doors. Admin requests the elevator, and it arrives within a few short moments.

However, much to your growing misery, it's not vacant. A single furred, bulky monster is inside it.

Although you pale like a sheet of paper, you're pulled inside by the arm, made to stand placidly beside Admin while the doors close and she presses the button beneath the last endless row.

How can she feel safe right now? You get that she's apparently a big shot here, but how come she thinks monsters will leave her alone?! This woman is ten times more insane than you initially judged her to be.

The leering thing in front of you, all beady eyes and far too many teeth, licks its filthy chops, boring holes into the two of you. The brunette is utterly unfazed, posture impeccable, confidence clear. You, on the other hand, are cowering like a corralled rabbit.

Maybe that's why he opts to reach for you first. Easy prey.

Fear glistens in wet eyes when a clawed hand lifts, he leans forward, entirely focused on you specifically. You're about to shout for Admin, to ask her if this is part of her plan, if she's blind, if she won't help-

But then there's a sickening

Crunch

And his fingers peel open. Like apple shavings, the flesh, skin, ligaments and blood vessels peeling off bone in a gored mess that has your stomach doing cartwheels. He doesn't scream, he chokes on his own cries and heaves dryly, watching the events unfolding with as much terror as you. Nothing prepares you for the blood-curdling shriek the monster emits when his arm breaks, shards of crushed bone jutting this way and that while his limb contorts into positions it was never meant to take. As blood pools steadily on the elevator ground, he hurls his dinner onto his own shirt from the pain and appears to pass out from shock. Whatever force held his arm in place vanishes, and that large body splashes onto the small river of blood it made, droplets flying everywhere.

The walls, the buttons, Admin, you.

You'd rather be coated in ten loads of cum than this, shaking in trepidation that the same thing will be done to your appendages at any moment.

Admin is ever passive by your side, chestnut hues cast curiously to the mildly deformed figure. Did she do that? To help you? It's probably not the case, but in the off chance you're correct, being polite may keep you alive for longer.

" T- Thank you, miss. " Your voice is much quieter than you were expecting.

The woman smiles. " That wasn't me. "

Oh okay. Sure. Don't think about it.

The sensation of sinking feels ever intense while the elevator takes its sweet time reaching the destined floor. You know this place is massive, you know it can't possibly adhere to the laws of reality- But it feels like you're drifting infinitely into unknown depths. Like it'll stop at the Earth's core and boil you alive.

It steals the breath out of your lungs, makes you acquire an exotic breed of claustrophobia. Can it even go back up after all this height? What if you're stuck down there forever now? What if it never works again? What if it fucking jams midway through and you die here- In nowhere land, deeper than any corpse ought to be buried. What if-

Ding

Oh. Nevermind? Yes, let's shelve that panic for the several breakdowns you'll have at some point, if you live through this.

When the elevator doors part, you kind of wish the thing did get stranded on the way down.

A creeping darkness slithers its way into the golden walls of the elevator, as if about to drag it into itself, like a black hole. You can't explain why, you've never been that bothered by the dark, but this one is suffocating. You know something looms there, can feel it in the heaviness the air sports, whatever's here takes up every inch of space, stealing the oxygen for itself, clouding the surroundings.

You don't want to step in. You fear for your eyes. You fear that this blackness is so thick it'll never fade from your vision, blinding you in perpetual terror. You look into that sinking gloom and the world twists at the edges, flickering and distorting.

You hate it. You hate this all. You want to go back up. You're not supposed to be here, this is not for you, you need to go you need to-

A candle flickers into a burst of sickening wisteria flames.

Your startled screech echoes back to you even louder, painting your cheeks in shame. Admin blinks at you with a slight air of parody.

A lulling smoke barely cuts through the darkness, you can make out a smooth, glass-like floor. Ah, so it's not a bottomless pit after all. Good, at least that, your depressed mind cheers.

The brunette slips into the darkness like it's her home, disappearing from perception entirely until the candle is lifted, the thing barely illuminating her figure while she walks back towards you. Was that a grin on her face? For the briefest of seconds, you could have sworn her teeth glistened...

" Come. " She repeats, stepping just barely into the elevator, expectant.

Not a single muscle in you moves. It's childish, foolish, pointless, but you look pleadingly at her. As if the woman that orchestrates this place, the person making sure the cycle of depravity never ceases, the one who's seen this building's rise, would have a sudden change of heart and whisk you away to safety.

No, there's not even the barest hint of sympathy there. She isn't seeing a person in front of her. Only a part of a goal. An element in a task. An asset to take from point A to point B. You are no more complex to Admin than a potted plant hidden in a corner of a forgotten room.

" I'm scared... " You whisper.

" You should be. History forgot the masters, but your senses will always know them. "

What?

" Move. "

When you refuse to, the world spins and you fall onto the freezing ground, palms barely fast enough to shield your head. A sharp pain on your lower legs makes you wince. She must have kicked you.

" Know that I will scrape your face across these sacred grounds, if I must. "

That certainly gets you to stand, blind like a mole if not for the weak wisp of the dark candle she holds. When the brunette begins to walk, her boots clicking faintly, you chase after her instantly. The last thing you want is to be left to your own vices in this piercing void. It's impossible to tell where the walls are, if there even are walls. Is this place decorated? Is everything as cold as the chill you feel pricking at your bare feet? This location feels infinite, but it could just be your mind playing odd tricks, trying to fill in the gaps.

Admin traverses its expanse with the same ease one will take a stroll through the local park. It's as if everything is perfectly lit for her, or maybe she just dwells here too, somehow. Turns blend into more turns, sometimes the feel of the ground will alter slightly, but you're never given time to process it. Every miniscule change serves to keep you perpetually alert, never allowing for the most insignificant of comforts to console you. Any moment now, there could be a bottomless pit and you just wouldn't know it.

" You're about to be bestowed a great honor. " She starts, in wording you can only imagine comes straight out of a low-budget movie. " You don't even know how lucky you are. "

What a curious definition of "luck" she has...

" You won't ever be the same. "

Shut up. Just shut up, stop talking.

You're not sure if you're wise to feel relieved when more candles, all identical to the one Admin carries, become visible. Hues of purple surround what you can outline as an altar of sorts, carved to Hell and back in symbols you can't make heads or tails of, spinning into intricate patterns on discolored marble. Silhouettes of foreign tapestry can be glimpsed at every time one of the candles roars slightly brighter.

This cult shit will be the end of you. Because it's real.

When Admin halts, you nearly walk past her, steadying eventually. That you know of, no one stands on the altar, which is equal parts puzzling as it is disquieting.

" My higher. " The woman bows to the darkness. " She's here, exactly as you wished. "

The silence that follows drags across your skin like nails on a chalkboard. A minor disturbance in the air makes the flames veer into the left for a moment. Oh you sure as fuck are not alone, your animal brain screams.

" Forgive the delay, Belo faltered. "

When her head rises, a gust of comparatively steaming air is blown your way, and you look ahead just in time to see two large orange slits open in the nothingness, sharpened pupils strike the fear of gods into you and your breath perishes in that instant. Help.

" Leave us. "

Admin tenses, her eyes widening. " Yes, m'lord. " Shock is quickly and effectively masked, the woman standing, retreating from whence the two of you came. Only the clicks of boot on ground fading away can indicate her departure.

Had you not been as paralyzed with ancient terror as you are, you would've shouted after her.

Slow, ever-uncomfortable seconds pass. You're not sure if you should bow like your escort did previously, or just turn tail and flee. Speaking is out of the question.

The privilege to choose is coldly ripped from you when the candles erupt into bright streams of fire, your sanity burning as well the moment a gigantic form presents itself.

There are no words. There can't be words. Your mind isn't given time to ponder on what it's actually seeing, just that it's witnessing the form of a god, compacted in a shape the human mind may be able to perceive. But not without pain, not without the ringing that stabs into your cranium from all sides at the sight of numerous charred arms and the flickers of red taking over your sight as your eyes nearly sizzle at the organs perched on his abdomen. A thin, vaguely emaciated figure extends to a height far beyond that of any monster's you have ever seen. You can make out charred, curdled flesh crossing that magnificent hide, horns, sharp jutting protrusions on hard shoulders, a curling, bony tail tipped with a scythe.

Every time your brain tries to fix and determine what it's looking at, parts of your comprehension falter and blend into others. The mere exposure to this being is breaking down your thought process, turning it into a mindless soup swirling to a nauseating rhythm. Basic shapes become unknowable mysteries, the smallest movement from their figure causing a searing headache to paralyze you. Colors become tastes and sounds turn to smells, sight is touch, your footing falters.

In a matter of blinks, sensation across your body starts to fade, becoming a distant murmur. And for a blissfully vacant moment, it's as if you're outside your own husk, glancing down from above, watching yourself stumble and heave.

Are you dying...? Is this what it feels like? Is it ending?

Something slender reaches out from the molding mass before you, past the corner of your vision. Faintly, the sound of maddened screeching reaches your eardrums -Is that you?- Before several points of contact are established, sending ripples of bile-churning goosebumps through your scalp and neck and-

Everything's calm.

It's not a good sensation. In fact, you're on the precipice of coherence, as if your impending meltdown is being held back by a transparent barrier, the fringes of your fraying conscious held together by the fickle webs of a spider. Something's is drying on your cheeks, your nose is too clogged by blood for you to breathe, so you end up coughing red onto your own chin. Finally, you're given enough motor control to blink, eyeballs burning, ears itching, though never able to turn your gaze away from him.

No wonder they call him lord. What else can you call an entity this supreme?

The god of this land spares you an unreadable expression. You'd piss yourself in fright if your bladder hadn't frozen.

" Nuisance. " He booms.

And every bone in your body rumbles. You won't talk. You should never talk. What is there to say, and how do you say it, to a deity? The word sounds from everywhere at once, the room feeding it to your senses by force.

" At its core, that is what you have been. "

The god moves now, flames dimming to shadow over his body once more, welcoming it, what you now recognize as a spidery hand briskly abandoning your head. A long tail drags across the floor audibly. Are you being circled?

" Thrown to my grounds by one of the... Guests of honor, I assumed you to be no more than a measly gift of gratitude. "

So he knows. Did Vesper tell him? Did he see it? Have you been watched this entire day?

" Bait perhaps. Scraps for the starved of lust. "

There's a gust of warm air on your back, though you dare not twitch, not even to wipe the crimson running down your face. You're going to die from this, probably. For some reason, the thought isn't as panic-inducing as it should be.

" It even crossed my mind that your presence here was more of a distraction. A means to disorient the servants, stir enough chaos for one of them to get fruitless ideas. "

Massive claws hold your upper body still, a stray, rough hand tugging one of your legs up with no care for your safety. Your hip joint pops harmlessly and you quiver with fear as your genitals are appraised by them. By a god figure.

" And, merit where merit is due, you have been most successful at distracting my workers. In just one day, you sank five to blind fucklust. "

There's a snort. No, an inhale?

" You drip these conquests like an offensive perfume. "

Oh yes, he's definitely angered you've apparently bothered the staff team here, no doubt about that. There was no winning here, was there? Being cooperative, being rambunctious, it all would inspire his wrath anyway, wouldn't it?

" I do not quite care for what makes you so special. " The voice sounds a little more distant, your limb unceremoniously dropped, body released. " It is a busy, busy night, lesser. "

" Killing you is on the cards. "

You guessed as much.

Pleading doesn't seem useful with him. If it meant nothing to Admin, then you're more than certain this one will crush your skull like a pea should you irritate him too much. Let him talk, you suppose.

" But so is a much more useful alternative. "

Oh?

" Which is the only reason I have deigned to talk to something as filthy as you. "

Are all gods like this? Is this what humanity has to look forward to? You have no reference, no expectations, no norms- This is brand new, uncharted, impactful territory. Giving the nuances of the situation any more thought than you currently are will unravel the small mercy of mental stability he bestowed upon you. Just as you have done since the start of this rollercoaster, you opt to live in the present. Think in the moment. Act on the second. Everything else is conceptually inexistent.

" With enough... " There's a long, low hum. " Guidance, you may come to serve me. " What must have been a wispy chuckle follows, as if the idea was a tad humorous to them. " Never as a worker here. Yet the ones sworn to me need to weened off my vessel, the future will require a certain level of distance. The sooner I fetch holes, the faster this will cease being a point of concern. "

... So, he's offering to let you remain alive, if you become a glorified cock-sock for his men?

What small shred of hope resided within you ebbs away in depressing seconds, face falling to a pained frown. Your tear ducts aren't working properly, but you're crying silently nonetheless. That's it, the culmination of all you've done in life.

It has led you here, to this moment, to this unspeakable humiliation.

What did you do that was vile enough to warrant this?

A flash of sizzling orange lets you know you're always being studied. The shadows grow more oppressive in their caress of your naked silhouette, he's closer now than he ever was before, every hair in your skin standing at attention.

Krulu's laughter roars loudly enough to momentarily deafen you.

" Do not illude yourself. " The god hisses. " Your kind is not permitted to leave these grounds. If you are to keep living then you will pay me tribute! "

" You will be of use, however your higher sees fit... "

A lulling, deceitful silence settles when his words fade into murmurs carried by the room's echoing.

It boils down to a very simple choice, one you can make sense of and see coming, thankfully.

When the numberless candles around the altar flare again, those bursts of wisteria ascend to the very ceiling of this room, spreading around the two of you like a dome of ethereal smog. More incomprehensible sigil-work and images eat up what little you can see of the walls, reredos and tapestry. Only now does the golden hue of jewelry adorning the entity's cruel body become clear to you, as does the yellowed snarl beneath such stern glowering.

One of those six hands darts its way to your blood-soaked jaw, claws hooking into soft skin like knives through melted butter when you're violently yanked onto the marbled surface of the altar. Krulu's face dwarfs yours, the glow of age-old hues holding immeasurable hate boring into the very depths of your soul.

" Waste my time no longer, pestilence. It is not often I offer agency to the inferior. "

You can only gulp.

" Give yourself to me, become property of my domain. "

The grip on your jaw softens just enough to let you move it, the soreness stinging harshly.

" Or perish, and the night will resume without you. "

Even if your throat feels as if it has been all but sealed with trepidation, you know this is a choice you'll have to voice.

Because, it could very well be the last choice you ever make.

And the higher is offering you the smallest amount of consideration by letting you write your own path.

#Belo oc #Krulu oc #monster x reader #monster smut #terato #terato tag #monsterfucker #terat0philliac #minors dni #not sfw #Gifted🎀

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