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Another freezing night pointed to this long-abandoned building for shelter. Dilapidated brick, rotting wood floors, upended barrels with desperate trash fires lit in them, piles of worn and long trashed rags, mattresses from long ago dumpster dives - all were here for the forgotten people that lived here’s survival.
Your found ‘family’ were a group of fellow forgotten people: displaced, runaways, panhandlers, addicts and other assorted unhoused. They all seemed missing right now. Nowhere to be found on the lower floors. You just wanted somewhere to be warm. Somewhere to be safe. Somewhere to be protected. And you managed to find that place as the change in the air from cold to achingly hot surrounded you. Filled you. A safe room with an adjacent bathroom.
The door to this comforting room you closed, locking it and feeling after that act that you will never have need of opening it again.
And then you halted in movement and your heart dropped. You were not alone. A part of you wanted to flee, that part of you screamed at yourself to leave but your hands shake, and the monster you are now in the room with laughs as if that was never an option. Your body stays put; your mind only feels it should stay. The tall figure that didn’t even try to fool the world that he was not nor ever will be amongst humans was where that inhuman sound originated from.
~We are above you foolish sacks of meat.~ The words curtly whisper in both a threat and a tease; you are uncertain if that was said out loud or in your head or what language it was in as it was no English you’ve ever heard despite somehow understanding it. You are uncertain about anything at all, the inhuman beast looking at you with a narrowed lone eye, sizing you up and deeming you nothing, the lack of a pupil adding to the cold indifference felt from him. But for a moment, a flicker of a moment that eye seemed to soften before it hardens again to that piercing coldness.
He laughs, and you feel warmer still, the sound inhumanly low, the chilling and cutting tone that of a predator already assured of his conquest. He purrs at you; the sound makes you feel as if he’s leering at you, each low rumble from his throat meting out his intent in the air and addressing you, treating your helpless self as a mere toy to a God.
And you can only whimper as your feet move on their own, step by plodding step, dread filling your belly. You want to stop but your body said no.
Did he…do something to you? Befo-
No. You just…You must walk to him.
You feel warmth, and it floods your body from the fingertips to your arms to your legs moving more fluid, more urgently.
And then in this haze, this blur that filled your vision, you felt a long worming thing thick and coiling around your waist; a tentacle. It slides and pulls against your fragile skin each segment pulling, pinching, closing in against human skin. This distracted you as another caught your arms; they were made to rise above your head. Up they were lifted till you stood on your tiptoes.
And yet you didn’t squirm. You didn’t dare squirm.
And with a sharp pull, both tentacles coiled pulling you towards him, the tips of your shoes trailing along the creaking and splintered wood floor. He was impatient and a God was not made to wait. You could only see him as such – as your humanity could never compare to his beyond human musculature, the mottled skin that marked him far and away from the realm of human, his eye that glared judgingly with the eye of death, his hands that could unmake you on a whim, his teeth that could rend and tear you apart making your mortal blood spill for his sheer amusement.
And yet he held enough mercy to not do so. He sat on a set of rusted trunk-sized metal storage boxes the things already bending due to his weight. It was hard to see them though as his tentacles writhed and moved behind him along the wall and the boxes like a living sea, weaving and undulating like wings that made the world black and purple and you feel so, so small. The tentacles that restrained you still did so, causing you to be dependent on his lead in positioning you. A large hand slid against your face, palming through your hair, granting you a light touch – and then he gripped your hair to push you down with barely any effort against his leatherbound knee. His staples glinted in the dim light as a half-crown on his mutilated flesh. This was the only world you were allowed to see as he glanced down at your face your expression lost and pacified.
You belong there, don’t you?
Your lips couldn’t help themselves as you start to mouth along his clothed thigh. You kiss and rub and growl haplessly as he looks down with almost contempt in his gaze; your face subtly slides along his massive leg as you take in the scent of dirt, grime, artificial, death, and something distinctly alive as his large hands palm through your hair, strands catching in the gaps of his fingerless gloves. Somewhere you fell down like a caught fish to the floor and you found yourself at his feet, the too-large boots that did not hide the film of travel and rot in their treads. And yet, you crawled with your legs closer to them, not away to be above the large footwear.
And then you kissed the tops of them as he glares down amused at your wordless submission. Teeth gleamed with freely leaking drool, a thick tongue drifting across his fangs as he yanks you back to his knee. He pulled you too hard though, and you landed face-first into his crotch – yet you didn’t hesitate. You could smell it, the thick heady smell of musk, the scent making your eyes lid; it made you feel warm, safe, and protected with this large bull peering down at you with such indifference. Such leisure was in his glares as the world was falling apart around you …or was it falling apart in you? Things writhed around him, along his suit, along your skin, things that wanted inside and through you.
All you had to do was do well by this God with a permanently toothy smile.
All you had to do was
was
Your thoughts scattered as a large finger drifted along your softly parting lips. You could feel the padding, the imprinting of the small ridges of a fingerprint smoothing over your panting lips. The drifting of his fingernail as it traced along the edge of your quivering flesh had you suppress a moan; your heavy breathing was the only thing you dared to let leave your throat unaware if that was acceptable or even wanted. He never seemed to push for more reactions, just touching you as if fascinated with the skittish terror adoration you felt for his affections.
Nothing mattered aside for this, not the others, not the place they were in, just this.
No running. No thinking.
The large beast had pulled you down let you set your head against his lap as he touched you, his fingers moving rougher, almost groping around your now drooling lips. You were relaxed, content so much so it didn’t register that he had slipped a finger inside your mouth. With a sharp motion, the monster fish hooks that finger in your mouth to guide you up from his lap. You could only drool openly, trails landing on the matte leather expanse of his bottom top. Your small libations slid downward along that intimidating uniform reminding you of the adjustable section of it; one he had long unbuckled with a free hand – or was it a free tentacle? Time nor observation was working well for you and you couldn’t place why – and had slid to his side. The removal revealed the top of his muscular hips, the very pronounced V between his legs, and the expanse of more skin, so much mottled, fraying, and if you didn’t know better necrotic skin that stopped an inch past his crotch line. You could see the base of his cock pressed down by the temporary cover of that leather the majority pointing downwards but bulging demanding escape.
His finger pulled you to rest where pubic hair would be, his body strikingly hairless but compensating with so much muscle. You ended up shifting in nervousness the maneuver only causing you to land lips first onto that hardening flesh still partly trapped inside his pants. You couldn’t help but whimper at his low hungry growl at the touch. You looked up into those eyes or rather that one eye and he looked so glassy-eyed, so desperate that it seemed as if he was looking past you. As if you weren’t there yet had to know of the world your God decided to create for you.
For you?
For You, my Prince.
You with your own hunger, warm and sudden as it was made you lean towards that bulge, kissing then sucking on the pressed down base of his cock. The skin along it squirmed and writhed; you licked following the writhing lines that twitched and pulsed on and up past the base swirling along and beneath his navel. You had no shame in licking, following the many lines under that skin, mobile corded veins that never stayed put like on a human, so animated and dark with purples and black under the skin that threatened to rip it all apart like a stretched thin plastic bag. And yet you licked anyway. You had to.
He enjoys this; he even threw back his head letting out a deep growl that shook the room. A large hand covered, no, was teeming with the things absently pushed the leathers down letting that hardened flesh slide out erect and leaking, his scent intensifying and mingling with the muggy air. It looks too big, too swollen, too covered with the weeping film of desire, of want trailing from tip to base. And said film glistened and writhed with a sea of more, the coiling flagellum that snaked in and outside it identical to the tentacles that surrounded everything in the room like a moving throne. And you squirmed in horror need as it was too big, too much, too tempting
Is it too big? But you want it…need it, all of that corded muscle to worship
A tendril wrapped around your hair, the strands long matted with the grime of the world and pulled like a slimy band to move your face up close to that hardened flesh; his finger slid around in your mouth again with another forcing your hole wide open as he positioned himself. His fingers moved out of your drooling mouth, thin streams of your drool trailing with him and smearing against your face and holding your lips open wide to receive that twitching, invasive tip.
And then you were full, so full of that twitching, moving meat. His hand was both your guide and torture instrument, pushing you down to use you for what he needed you for. You easily heard the low, too low guttural growl above the gurgling and drooling sounds you made in trying to accommodate. He tasted like death and want and moved with life inside your too full mouth. Your throat tried and you taste blood but don’t see any so there isn’t any
You hear unnatural sounds in the back of your throat as he hilts into your twitching muscles, your saliva reminding you that he was moving and you were the cause of the sounds he was making. You were the cause of the shakes the large much too large body was making as his growl went even deeper than you thought anything could do. Then nothing but choking took hold of you, the need to breathe and nothing but warmth flooding and drowning you, filling you; your belly feels over full and thicker slick drools from your mouth. Streaks of white and red are all you can see trailing down onto his suit, onto your top, not that it mattered as that top long held the stains of survival on it well before the male’s additions.
Abruptly you felt yourself yanked from that cock, dripping still as the beast that sat in front of you was panting heavily. He made no move to stop to rest. Instead, he had the tendril that trapped your arms pull you into his lap. You had on months worn jeans; they gave easily as he pulled to tear open a hole with his hands, the movement ripping them from back to front. And as soon as that access was granted, the swarming of eels, of wet snakes swam from him to explore that breech. They headed to the back of you with a pointed direction, leaving eager wet trails between your ass cheeks. You gasp as they didn’t hesitate to flood your puckered opening, writhing, rubbing, and leaving too much slick there.
A part of you wondered with no small concern if they should go there, if they’ll break something. But you decided that he would decide when a thing was broken. Your mouth did not break, so your other openings wouldn’t either. He wouldn’t lie. You felt reassurance fill you as one tendril rubbed deeper than the others, seeking, probing then-
You hissed out loud as one pushed inside you. Then two then five…ten pushed in with urgency. You could hear at a distance a loud helpless scream as they entered you, but you were too lost as you feel nothing but fullness, heavenly fullness. At some point, he had pushed a finger inside, moving around with little care loosening you up. You wanted to feel surprised that he could fit two fingers in you but you should feel proud so perfect, so good she was so good
As we were home
Home in a warm bed warm safe protected needed
t-these…memories that aren’t
AREN’T MINE
~you are ruining it! quiet!~
You mentally flinch
The tightness of thick writhing ropes was felt around your neck. They constricted and all you could focus on was that and little else; not even the removal of his fingers registered to you. What did register was your body sharply jerking mindlessly as a much larger invader takes your back passage. The rings of muscle that would push out any invasion had no chance against the inhuman strength that was plundering it. The burn of the sudden stretch had you physically trembling. So tight so much wait, that voice…that voice isn’t mine-
A memory flooded along with the sharp sensations in your ass. You remember seeing someone, one of the members of your found family that brought in more rummaged blankets. She moved funny, oddly staring forward as she came closer. As you looked at her face, it was full and yawning with twisting purple things thrashing and lashing out and one struck you impaling you in the arm. It hurt, then stopped. And then you forg-
You hear the choked screams again, and you realize with a strange detachment that they were coming from you. That and the strange sensation of tearing within was not your concern as you let him bounce you onto his cock over and over, your much smaller body molding itself to his whims. He groans and you can feel him pulsing within you as he intently listens to your every strangled gasp, gulp, choke. Your ass clenches out of reflex as your body struggles to breathe. You remember whimpering and begging, gutturally asking for more, deeper, harder, just the way she would letting him rearrange your insides so you can milk him nice and tight.
You twist and squirm wanting to help him, wanting to help the monster impaling you to reach the peak they are reaching for. He lowered his head towards your neck; a low helpless shudder grazes your ear and you in turn squeeze your anal muscles around him. His tip is pulsing and drooling inside you. He’s so close, are you close? Are you, Jill? This was said in a low, confused whimper. You could only think in your aroused haze
Who is Jill?
He lowly snarls as he rams inside you with a suddenly increased intensity; each thrust felt like he was lashing out in a hot rage instead of trying to fuck you. He’s going to break you at this pace…each thrust leaves you breathless as he bottoms out well and beyond your capacity. You feel weightless as you are less a partner, but a rag doll lifted by his cock with each pass. The suddenness of the monster’s body erratically thrusting then stopping like a taunt rubber band gave you a moment to catch your breath. A hard orgasm ripping through himself had him stop; warmth flooded your rectum and beyond his leavings dripping onto the floor and seeping into your ragged jeans.
Loud panting fills the room after the loud roar that rocked it – if you didn’t know better it held the tone of despair mixing with the rough growls of release. Everything is too hot now and the world is burning going by how your skin felt. The scent of blood lingers inexplicably thick in the air. Your mind swims in lightheaded confusion; he had long unwrapped the tentacle around your neck as you tremble in a hard come you weren’t fully aware your body was thrown into, too focused on trying to breathe.
So weak from all of this you feel your body lean forward in exhaustion. You could feel his cock softening and sliding out of you wetly. And he lets you fall, letting your arms and waist go, your spent body sliding from off his throne of flesh and leather tumbling onto the floor. Your body slightly rolls with a thud like a dropped doll. As your face collided with the rotting wood floor, you could see how wetly red his dick was, how your body felt numb all over – how the floor around you was wet with red.
You from what it seemed minutes? Hours? Seconds? You were unsure of the movement of time but you got up, vision blurred and mentally foggy. The beast did not get up, too busy panting and punching the wall behind himself, his snakes agitatedly tracing along the floor, ceiling, and walls just snarling as if he wasn’t given relief. You struggle with your legs; they are moving wrong as if your thighs no longer met together as they should. You didn’t feel any pain from this shouldn’t you not be moving? Won’t he kill you now
you’re not worth chasing
but we are worth using
This thought was not yours. You know this. It was laced with so much bitterness, so much dejection, anger, loss. It hurt and so you hurt as the emotions that are not of you crashed hard and you could only shamble quickly forward. You fell to the floor your legs not functioning; you try to crawl, then painfully pull yourself with your arms to the nearby bathroom before your throat twitches and your stomach roils and lurches. Your body goes into the motions of a dry heave, your body wants to vomit like you just had a long bender and the liquor didn’t settle right.
And then you feel it, the new thing rising up like bile blocking your ability to scream with your lungs. A long thick thing writhed and struggled, bruising your throat on the way up before it arrived violently expelled from your throat and thrashing against the roof of your mouth. It tasted like and was covered in your vomit and saliva before it left you to meet the floor in front of you. The three-inch thing snaked and shifted wetly as it wormed around on the grimy floor. You stare at it blankly confused, shock the only thing stopping you from screaming in pain and terror.
Then the feeling started again, with another moving up your sore throat. You in panic tried to stop the repeat process; this only caused the writhing thing to head to your nasal cavities instead which allowed you to scream in horror as it snaked out of one nostril. You clutch your belly and shake with the madness of not knowing what was in you, what was done to you.
You in your pained and scared out of your mind rolling got to lock eyes with yourself in a nearby cracked wall mirror and saw how pale your skin was, so pale, so dead. Your lips were not where they should be, torn open and bleeding, your hips not quite meeting effectively crippling you and being unable to walk. Your jaw was unhinged so trying to open it to wail louder was agony. And you gripped your belly again; you feel soft, too soft squish there with too warm red slick. Your guts barely hung on in the torn open hole that your hand found itself in...how. How are you alive? H...ow...
You hurt everywhere.
You hu-
~What about you….We are all.~
You forget who said that as you blackout.
….
You wake up back in the room you were in before stuck in a dried layer of old fluids. You weren’t even sure if you left the room. A worn mattress some of the family used for sleeping was shoved against the wall. All you could do was fearfully look around the room until you land on a pair of boots. The sizing was too large, too implausibly large to be normal; you drift up to see the outfit, to see the hands. The slow recovery of your memories no longer covered by the haze of what madness possessed you and seeing that creature’s face in full had you writhing on the floor screaming. Wet was all over your voice and that tearing was there again. The tearing was one that you could hear, and your body felt till you realized it’s coming from you, only you as you could now see how truly mangled your body had become by this monster’s hands with your own two eyes. Moving felt like you were on a slip and slide based around your guts.
Every singular sensation you felt you didn’t feel from before was cruelly brought back to you all at once along with the insistent movement from inside, clambering and swimming inside you. Please, help…please…make it stop… You could only mouth this at the unmoving male, your agony making even speaking too much. You just wanted anything to make this all stop. And then it did – with that of a callous light switch. You were sure he willed that pain away and could make the pain return on a whim. You weren't sure if that was a small mercy on his end or just a sadistic toying with your long raw senses.
He then rose, that sea of black expanse walked to you, his leathers slick with red. You were certain it was from you. A part of you saw the effort, saw him nearing with vision blurred with tears. And then he kneeled beside you his large inhuman hand palming through your hair matted with sweat, grime, and blood. And you lean into that touch, finding a minute of comfort in the small mercy.
~Liars don’t get to look at us like that.~ Was whispered in a low angry hiss, the words bouncing and echoing in your mind like violent boulders.
You could only look up in terrified confusion as that unsettling rage echoed painfully in your head again; it was terrifyingly cutting and cold as if who felt it was far gone in the emotion, implacable and unable to be reached to calm them down.
A boot came down from the lowered sky that God wanted you to see beside your head, trapping your head between his legs before kneeling again. All you could see is a sea of creaking leather, his eye glinting faintly from too high up in the darkened room. He then let his other hand meet the one still laced in your hair, the fingers meeting together with ease around your too-small head. The two hands then move. All his fingers shift your head against the natural direction of your neck with a quick yank; a loud popping of bone echoed around you-
…………….+
He had returned from observing his mate and that too close male trying to stake claim on what was his. The scruffy thing was going to steal her out from under us! The Tyrant won't, no we cannot have that! Even though he tried again to gain relief from the poisonous heat that had settled in him since she angrily left their world of peace and stability, the rage-inducing state lingered. The male ached and nothing was making it go away. The snakes that were him coiled and filled the room, over the once-forgotten mattress, over everything that dared share space with him. They fanned behind him like a moving throne, their prince tired and alone. They avoided two things in the room:
In the corner of his eye was a soft thing, an impostor with a hole in their belly and their face twisted unnaturally away from him and their body for their deceit. No one lies to him. No one lies and takes her away from him.
The other was her badge, covered in his loyalty.