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They told you to never venture out into the woods, that the fog would eat you alive, but at this point you didn’t care anymore. You needed a break from the campfire. If you had to hear Megs incessant whining, Kate’s overly flirtatious giggle, or Dwight’s nail biting for one more second you were going to lose it. And so you find yourself stepping into unknown territory as you distance yourself from the other survivors. You decide a small walk through the silent forest may ease your mind. The air is stale as if frozen in time and the only noise is the occasional snap of a twig from under your foot. A light fog that never seems to leave creates little pillows about the air. The sound of the other survivors begins to fade away. The uncanny stillness is welcoming as the moonlight illuminates just enough of the path for you to not trip. You don’t notice at first but the fog begins to thicken around you, it’s almost as if it had been stalking you, waiting to be sure you were alone. You ignore the strange accumulation and keep trudging on, it’s only a little fog right?However there may be something more to it as your senses start to become muddled from the unnerving silence and your sense of direction is distorted. Should you head back? You’ve only been walking maybe 5 mins… or has it been longer-- its hard to tell. You spin around, at least you think that is the way back… you’re unsure. The fog seems to have amassed even more. You can barely see your hands as you anxiously stretch them out in front of you in an attempt to feel anything solid. The fog is so thick now though it almost feels as if it grabs back. Panic begins to set in. Your heartbeat begins to pick up and you realize it’s the distinct sound of a killer’s terror radius. Normally, you would hide or run when this happens but its almost a relief from the purgatory the fog has brought. You decide your best option to get out of the forest is to follow the heartbeat, and so you close your eyes and let it guide you, almost as if you’re playing a game of hot and cold. The more intense you can feel it the closer you are to finding someone… anyone.
As you push your way out of the brush you open your eyes and see a large dilapidated stone house. As if you had been pulled out of the sea, the air hits your lungs and you gasp hungrily for the air. The fog seems to keep at bay around the perimeter of the old, regal structure as if even its afraid of what lurks in there. Whoever or whatever is making your heart race is definitely inside. The old house gives you a strange feeling that you’re staring at a memory rather than a physical manifestation, but the crunch of dead grass under your feet brings you back to your senses. You edge closer to the large double front doors and gently place your hand on its cracked, splintered surface. It creaks open and you wince as the silence is disrupted.
The smell of must and old books hits your nose. It’s completely dark except for the moonlight that seeps in through the dusty, vine covered windows. You wonder which killer it is that resides in here. The smell of books makes you think that it may be the doctor. It certainly isn’t the trapper. Although the thought of the trapper sitting down, letting out a big grunt as he crashes down into a chair and opens a book brings a grin to your face.
As you carefully make your way through the ornately decorated house you notice a dim orange glow coming from behind a door. It’s so faint you wouldn’t have noticed it if it hadn’t been nearly pitch black. As you approach the door you feel your heart beat quicken. Are they right behind that door?
You place your ear against it to listen. No sounds, only your heartbeat. Once again you gently place your hand against it and let it creak open.
Warm candle light envelopes you as curved stone steps descend downward. You apprehensively begin to make your way down feeling the stone grind against your feet as your hand traces the rough wall for support.
As you round the spiraling staircase a large room opens up to you. It looks like an antique lab. Vials and tubes adorn the candle lit room. Bubbling substances of vibrant colors run through them. There is a rhythmic hum that tells you this is the heart of the house. The feeling in here is very much alive and energetic compared to the upstairs. It’s actually so mesmerizing that you don’t notice the figure hunched over behind the sturdy, wooden desk. Your fascination is short lived though. You’re broken out of your trance once you hear a snarl and see him lift his beastly head up from behind a set of beakers: the Blight. Suddenly, rationale and fear hit you as you realize where you are.
The Blight, upon seeing you, snarls and slams his cane to the ground threateningly, as if asking you why you are here and demanding that you leave.
He raises his cane as if to rush at you. Unsure of what to do you reach your hands out.
“WAIT!” You cry out, raising your hands protectively. The thought of running back out into the fog keeps your feet steady. To your surprise, the Blight lowers his cane, he still stands as if he could lunge any second though. You realize he is waiting to see what you have to say.
“I-uhm-“ you cautiously take another step into the room towards him. He snarls again, clearly impatient with you. You quickly halt. What reason could you give him to justify being down here in his territory?
Before you have time to articulate a sentence the sound of a steam valve hissing interrupts the two of you. The Blight snarls and turns back to his lab, hobbling over to where the screech came from. It seems he has decided what he was doing before you intruded is more important.
You walk further into his lab taking in the sights of the colorful bubbling liquids rushing around tubes and into beakers. A slight hum and whoosh fills the air as the liquids are heated.
“Is this the serum you use during trials?” you click your finger against a glass beaker containing a bright orange fluid. You are genuinely interested, it beats hearing about Meg gloat about her sports medals.
The Blight seems to faintly take notice of you again as if you’re nothing more than a pesky mosquito. The large muscles in his body manically twitch. He turns away from you and hobbles toward a set of beakers. You decide to follow behind him keeping a safe distance. You take notice that he is not dressed in his usual hooded robe but he is wearing a rather tattered formal suit. You imagine that those must have been the clothes he wore before the entity cursed him. You wonder if he chose these garments or if the entity, with its sick sense of humor, forces it upon him to remind him of his lost humanity.
His body looks atrophied as his rough uneven skin seems to stretch to its limits around his bulging, mutated muscles. Intrigue takes over your rationale as you reach a hand out to touch his bicep through ripped fabric. To your shock his skin is warm and you can feel his heart pulse, you just assumed he would be cold considering he looks undead. You're also taken aback when his body redacts from your sudden touch. He recoils and growls, his eyes narrowing down at you.
"I'm sorry!" You stutter realizing that you didn't even consider his boundaries over your curiosity. You're lucky he didn't take his cane and give you a good whack on the head.
You try to behave yourself watching silently as he plucks a flower from a large overgrown plant. It’s yellow petals seems to pulse with light. You watch as he works delicately with the beakers, turning an array of knobs that connect the multiple layers of tubing through the glass vials. You lean in closer towards him to get a better look at what he is doing. You get so close you can feel the heat radiate off him and hear the serum that pumps through his veins. It almost creates an identical sound to that of the heated fluid rushing through the beakers. Through your fascination of watching him work you don’t realize that your body is now pressed up against his and instead you’re impressed at how meticulously controlled he is in his motions, quite contrary to his outbursts in matches. However, you realize you speak too soon as his hand convulses and the glass tube in his hand shatters, liquid pouring out onto the floor. The Blight let’s out a frustrated snarl and whacks his cane against the stone ground causing you to flinch away. He opens his hand revealing glass shards embedding out of his skin. Your first instinct is to run as your body turns towards the stairs, but you fight the urge and instead move back towards him. He begins to remove the shard pieces from his hand as brilliant orange blood runs down from the wounds.
“Here let me help.” Your voice comes out soft despite the intense urge to flee.
You place your hand tentatively under his, as a gesture to let you take over. You have healed many wounds in the trials so you have good experience in first aid. At first he seems apprehensive, almost snatching his hand away from you as his fingers curl reflexively, but he doesn’t. You begin to work out the shards trying to be gentle. He snarls under his breath as he lets you remove them. He stands there patiently as you bring your face close to his hand to do a thorough job, which isn’t particularly easy considering how twitchy he is. Once the last one is removed you take one of the shards and begin to cut the bottom of your shirt off. The Blight seems confused by your actions cocking his head a bit, his eyes lowering to the part of your stomach that’s now bare. Once you remove the fabric you wrap it around his hand and tie it up. He examines your work, flexing his fingers. He seems satisfied with it and gives a slight nod at you. Moving up from mosquito status you feel oddly rewarded of his acknowledgment.
“Do you want me to finish it?” you ask, gesturing to the beaker. He pauses a moment, muscles twitching under his ripped clothes. He gives another nod as he watches you continue his work. You feel like a student with the professor as you finish pouring the substance in the vial. He grabs your hand and directs you to where it needs to be placed. His unexpected touch shocks you at first but the feeling is quickly taken over by excitement. You have never been this close to a killer before, at least not in this type of environment. The fact that he is being gentle with you when your usual encounters are violent seems to cloud your brain. You find yourself struggling to focus on the task at hand as you work together. You take over the delicate work with the glasses allowing him to guide you where you need to go, while he fiddles with the knobs and adjusting the flames underneath the beakers. You cant help but be strangely aware of how close you are to him and the effect it seems to have on your body. You can feel the arousal start to take over as every touch and accidental brush of his body against yours seems to stir up your blood. Are you this depraved of touch from being imprisoned in the entity’s realm that these small encounters are setting off those primal desires? You physically shake your head as if to shake out these intrusive thoughts. You force yourself to come back to reality as you set the last beaker in. The Blight nods at you and taps his long clawed finger against his pocket watch.
“So now we just need to wait…” you voice out loud his thoughts.
Standing next to the Blight you take in how tall he actually is despite being hunched. He still seems to tower over you. His suit is torn in places from his muscles growing in size when the entity transformed him into this monster. You can’t help but give a little shudder as your eyes move down his body seeing his large muscles flex and release underneath his taut suit. You can feel the heat burn through you as you wonder if he has any sexual desires, he was once a man after all.
You suddenly feel a little bit like an intruder. Is he is glad to have company or would he rather you leave? You don’t want to leave yet though…the way your heart is beginning to race, it’s keeping you locked in place. Maybe it’s because he is the first killer to allow you into his personal space and your curiosity is getting the better of you.
You feel your legs begin to shift uneasily as your urges to be touched take over. The mood of the room seems to have changed. The soft, candle light causes the shadows to dance on the walls creating an almost primal energy that radiates throughout the room, and the Blight’s low throaty growls seem to emanate from deep inside his throat sending prickles across your skin. You really are depraved.
“Your serum…” you’ve already started and are regretting what you’re about to ask.
“Would I be able to try it… without, ya know, dying horrendously?” You continue trying to phrase it without being insensitive. You have technically had his serum before in a match but he stuck a whole syringe in your neck. The pain was unlike anything you’ve ever felt because it came from inside. It felt as if your organs were boiling as they reached their peak and ruptured. Now that you think about it, is that what happened to Blight? Was he just strong enough to not die from it? You wonder if death might have been his preferred option in retrospect.
The Blight stares at you a moment, his yellow eyes unblinking. Then with a decided snarl he hobbles over to a drawer. The old wood screeches as he pulls it open revealing rows of luminescent filled syringes. You gasp, as the memory of your insides exploding floods your mind. You quickly clamp your mouth back shut though. You’re going to trust him. If he does kill you, then the pain will be temporary and you will wake up back at the campfire, which is what your goal was anyway. You would never make it back in the fog.
He grabs one of the syringes and limps back towards you. He grasps your wrist with his long clawed hands and extends your arm out. You bite your lip in preparation for what’s to come. The Blight pauses a moment as if contemplating, then lifts the syringe and releases most of the orange liquid out onto the floor. Only a small fraction is left inside. He then places the cold needle to your wrist, his long fingers wrap around your arm to keep you steady as he injects the rest of it in to you. It’s not even a second before you experience the effects of it. Your body begins to heat up and you feel as if you just took 7 shots of warm, hard liquor. Your brain begins to feel fuzzy and your body begins to relax—almost too much and you lose your balance falling into the Blight. He grabs hold of you as you fall into his chest. He snarls, amused at your lack of tolerance.
“I- Oh my god-“ your speech is a little slurred as your tongue tingles. “I feel really good!” you can’t help but laugh. You must look like a fool, stumbling, unable to keep your balance and grasping onto the Blight for dear life. Even though your fingers are starting to feel slightly numb you can still feel how hard his body is under your touch.
“I- that was fast, I think I may need to sit.”
Before you have time to look for a chair, he lifts you up with ease and sets you on the long wooden desk. You sit there eye level with him, and suddenly you become very aware at how short your skirt is as it rises up getting caught from the friction of the desk. You feel your face flush as your panties are revealed. You scramble to pull your skirt down. The Blight quickly spins away, his muscles spasming as he continuously snarls. You cant help but let out a laugh because he actually behaves in a more gentlemanly manner than most men would given the situation. There is a certain absurdity of him turning his gaze away even though he has cracked every inch of your body with his cane. You can’t help but find that conflicting duality between monster and man a little charming. He may break every bone in your body during a match but he is still gentlemanly enough to look away when you’re indecent.
“Is this how it makes you feel? When you inject yourself?” you ask, hoping he will turn back to you. He crooks his head back slowly, probably checking to make sure you’re covered. You don’t know if it’s the serum to blame but you want him to be closer.
“I’m feeling dizzy, I’m worried I might fall over.” It’s a lame excuse but you reach your hand out, palm facing upwards towards him.
The Blight snarls reluctantly and hobbles closer to you. You’re feeling brave enough to touch him despite the fear that in doing so, he might just hit you over the head with his cane and knock you out. You place one hand in his and the other hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. His rather muscular frame reminds you just how small and vulnerable you are. His large muscular body and rough texture is a stark contrast to your soft skin and plump curves. You cant help but allude back to the beauty and the beast trope as he towers over you. You can feel the heat between your legs begin to rise as he stands between your thighs keeping you steady.
Your fingers begin to curl into his button up shirt. You’re testing the waters to see how he reacts to your touch. You begin the slow descent down his chest as your fingers trail lightly along the thread of his shirt. He doesn’t seem to react, perhaps he doesn’t realize your intentions and just assumes the serum has made your muscles so weak you can’t keep your arm up. You continue downwards towards his stomach that concaves in due to his hunched posture, now he begins to stir as his abdominal muscles flex reactively. Is he catching on to your intentions now? Your fingers keep descending until they hit his belt buckle. The stark cold metal brings you back a bit as you realize you’re almost to your destination. You pause a moment wondering if you heard his breath hitch a little, but he remains still. You look up at him, trying to judge his response but his bright glowing eyes give no indication. Well he hasn’t stopped you yet… Your fingers make their way over his belt and back to fabric as you glide over his trousers. You nearly let out a choke as you immediately feel the hardened muscle of his cock already stretching out the rough fabric. You lower your gaze down and let out a tiny gasp. You shouldn’t be surprised, every muscle in his body is bulging so why wouldn’t his cock? You can’t help it though, you honestly didn’t expect him to be so hard already. You honestly weren’t even sure if he had sexual desires, but the bulge in his pants seems to give you your answer. You continue tracing down the length of his cock when he snarls and grabs your hand in an iron clasp grip. Even though he stops you, you could feel his cock twitch from your touch. The Blight snarls again and shakes his head. You realize that you are acting a bit drunk and you wonder if for that reason he doesn’t want to take you in this state. You’re too far deep in now, the burning feeling between your legs is impossible to ignore.
“I know you want to touch me, too. I can see it.” You bite your lip and lower your eyes to his hardening groin. His trousers are tight and do little to hide his erection. Just seeing the sheer size of it makes your insides begin to clench and tighten. You can’t believe he is turning you on this much. This drooling, snarling mad man. He seems so untamed and you want to experience it. You need to know what it’s like to be ravaged at the hands of the Blight.
With what sounds like a frustrated snarl at the fact he can’t control his erection, he loosens his grip on your wrist. You continue downwards letting your hand slide along the outline of his cock. You trace your finger against the tip of him, as you feel him twitch again. You wonder if he has been with a woman since he was brought to the entity’s realm. Even though it is not easy to keep track of time here, you know it’s been a long time for you as well. If you had to guess you’d say maybe a year if not longer.
“It's been a little while, please be gentle.” You’re sure your request sounds stupid and you don’t know how gentle a monster can be but the Blight seems to understand, giving a slight nod. He takes his cane and presses it against your chest causing you to lie back on the desk. As he pushes you down you feel your skirt rise up again revealing your panties to him. This time he doesn’t turn away though, taking in the view. Your cheeks flush at the vulnerability you feel under his intense gaze. You can feel yourself getting wet and you’re beginning to show through the thin fabric. The Blight takes a long clawed finger and slides it along the curve of your breast. His grazing touch sending shivers down your spine. He trails down your stomach towards your inner thigh teasing your velvet skin with his sharp finger. He then slides it against your clothed folds going up and down between them. You let out a choked moan. He snarls in amusement at your soft mewls as he gently glides up and down teasing at your entrance. Your breath hitches as he presses his finger at your hole, daring to push in with your panties still between you both. His cane still presses into your breasts keeping you pinned down, putting you at his mercy. After a moment of anticipation, he removes his finger taking the pressure off your clenched cunt. You sigh at the sudden loss of his touch finding yourself wanting to beg for him to continue. Maybe that’s what he wants… he wants you to beg for him. He wants to be sure you want him before he takes you.
“Please!” you cry out. “Please fuck me, Talbot!” You don’t even mean for his name to escape your lips but it comes out as if you have been holding it in for too long. You wonder if you made a mistake calling him by his human name. You feel your hips grind against the table begging for his touch again. The Blight stares at you, orange drool dripping from his mouth as his constant throaty snarls echo from his throat. His yellow eyes wide, studying you while debating your fate. His unmoving cane keeps you steady against the desk. You let out a pathetic whimper as your ache for him grows and it seems that’s all the encouragement he needs. Without wasting another moment he grabs at your panties and rips them off as if they were made of paper. You gasp as the air hits your skin. Your cheeks turn red as he eyes your now exposed parts to him. You can feel the blood rushing to your pussy making it plump and inviting as your wetness glistens down it. The Blight snarls as there now seems to be a spark ignited in him as he eyes you hungrily. He clumsily begins to undo his belt with one hand. Leaving his trousers still up, he unzips and takes himself out. It's hard to see from your position lying down but you feel him place himself at your entrance. Your hips wiggle at anticipation. You can feel the head of his cock press against your wet, warm folds. Once he positions himself at your entrance, he braces himself against the desk and begins a slow push into you. You’re surprised at the amount of control he has, considering how twitchy he is. You feel your pussy begin to stretch to take him in. You bite down on your lip to hold in your cry as he stretches you out. He lets out a snarl as he watches your face, it seems he doesn’t want you to hold back. You oblige him and let out a breathy groan. He continues pushing his massive cock into you. It’s really been a long time and you’re embarrassingly tight. You can feel your walls struggle to take him as they clamp tightly around his length trying to keep him out. He refuses though and continues the slow assault in. You wrap your legs around his muscular waist and his slow movements are appreciated as he finishes pushing himself inside you. You’re sure it took every ounce of control he had to not just shove himself in. Once he is completely in, you feel your own muscles spasming to stretch to his girth. You can feel tears begin to form in your eyes and he pauses giving you time to adjust to him. You give him a small nod with big teary eyes to let him know to continue. He then begins to pull back out. Your cunt begins to ache with emptiness now as it clenches down to grab at nothing. He pulls himself out, leaving just the tip inside, he pauses only a moment before thrusting himself back in. This time he is not so gentle. He begins to set a fast pace as he thrusts in and out of you. Your body remains still as he presses you down on the table. His body slumps over yours as he holds himself up with his free hand, so not to crush you. You can feel his rough trousers rub against your sensitive clit every time he completely pushes himself into you. As he continues to fuck you he raises your shirt up, and with a feisty snarl he uses his sharp claw to rip the front of your bra. Your breasts spill out to his gaze as they bounce with every thrust that he gives you. His drool falls down onto you as he fucks you, causing your nipples to harden and perk at the warm sensation. Its almost like he was dripping warm wax or honey onto your skin. It’s messy and exciting. You dig your fingers into his arms, feeling the toned muscles underneath his jacket. His snarls seem to become throatier and you can tell he is getting close, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. You tighten your legs around him as you feel your own release coming. He continues his assault on your stretched hole. You can feel your pussy tighten around him. Your eyes close and your breathing becomes ragged as he pumps into you. The sounds of his ragged snarls and the feeling of his rough hands against your smooth skin, makes you feel so fragile and submissive to him. You want to give him whatever he wants. You want him to use you to pleasure himself, and that’s exactly what he is doing.
Your clit throbs and your insides clamp down as if trying to keep his cock deep in you and you feel yourself lose it. You let out a shrill cry as you arch your back and close your eyes. The Blight doesn’t slow down though. He continues ravaging your hole as his own release is near. Your body becomes limp as he continues fucking you. A few more thrusts and you feel his cock pulse inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. He pulls out and strokes himself a couple more times. You feel the last of it land on your folds. He snarls and stares a moment as his cum leaks out of your abused pussy. It feels almost like he is claiming you by marking his territory. You’re too much on a high still from your orgasm though to feel embarrassed from the lewdness.
You lay on the desk, eyes closed and breathing heavily, the Blight still stands between your legs. As you lay trying to calm your racing heart you hear a familiar sound. You lift your head up and watch as he takes a vial of serum and injects himself directly into the chest, he throws it off to the side letting it clatter to the ground. Your eyes grow wide as he growls. Dropping his cane he grabs your waist with both hands and flips you onto your stomach. You let out a shocked cry at the sudden, rash movement. He presses your head down causing you to arch your back and put your ass up. Now every part of you is fully exposed to him. His fingers entangle in your hair roughly as he keeps your head to the desk. You can feel him position himself against your cummed on cunt. His whole body twitches and spasms as the serum flows through his veins. You’ve seen how fast he goes when he injects himself… you’re not sure if you can handle his large cock with the extra amount of strength and speed the serum gives him.
“Waaiiit—” you cry out, but it’s too late, he shoves his whole length deep inside of you. Your pussy is forced back open for him to use. You let out a scream at the sudden intrusion and your hands grip hard into the desk. He begins to pound into you at a merciless pace. You think the serum has actually made his cock grow in size as you feel him hit your cervix. You almost think that if you were to touch your stomach you may feel his cock indentation. With his one hand on your head still, his other hand grabs at your ass. His hand is large enough to completely engulf your whole cheek. Keeping his hand on your ass he takes his thumb and begins to tease your hole. You gasp as fear suddenly washes over you. You have never been touched there… and frankly the idea of something going in there terrifies you.
“No! Please, don’t put it in there—” you sob out.
He continues his brutal pace still keeping his thumb pressed against your tight asshole. He doesn’t press it in though, only applying gentle pressure. You think he might be enjoying making you squirm underneath him. His enlarged cock begins to feel good again as he stretches you back out. Keeping his hand on your head he sticks his thumb into your mouth. You let out a moan as he is now playing with all three of your holes. You take your tongue and begin to swirl it around his thumb, gently biting and sucking on its rough texture. You can feel it excite him as he begins to thrust harder and deeper. His snarls getting more guttural as his breathing becomes more rapid. You feel his drool dripping onto your back like hot honey. His other thumb continues to rub circles around your ass, pressing gently every so often to remind you that he could push in if he wanted.
The multiple stimulation is bringing you close.
“Fuck. I’m going to cum!” you cry out with his thumb still in your mouth. You know you must look like a complete slut in this degrading position, but you feel too good to care. The Blight obviously is enjoying seeing you with your ass up and mouth open as he pumps in and out of you, never slowing his pace. You feel yourself tighten up around him again and your body shudders. You let out a throaty moan as you come on to his cock. While you’re releasing onto him he pulls you up against his chest, keeping himself inside of you. He still continues to thrust in and out of you. You can’t help but feel even more lewd in this new position as your breasts and pussy are on display to an empty audience. The Blight grabs your breast in one hand and rolls your nipple between his fingers. His other hand reaches to your clit, rolling it in the same manner. You reach your arm back and grasp the back of his head, his face pressing into your neck as his hips jerk upwards and unrelenting. You can feel he is close as his cock pulses and twitches inside you, his movements losing their rhythm as he begins to lose control. With two last deep thrusts he comes. He fills your pussy again with his warm cum. You look down and watch as it leaks out from you and down his cock where you’re still attached.
He loosens his grip on you letting you fall gently back towards the desk. He follows you down keeping his heaving chest pressed against you but using his hands to keep himself from crushing your tiny frame. He stays in you for a few moments as both of you struggle to get your breath back. You can feel his ragged breathing against your neck and feel his check brush against your skin as if to say “good girl” for taking his cock so well.
He eventually pulls himself out and you feel the cum drip out of you, sliding unceremoniously down your thighs. He places himself back into his trousers and buckles them up. With a snarl he helps you off the desk. As the high from your orgasm fades, you realize how exposed you are to him still. With your bra and panties torn, you pull your skirt and shirt down in a feeble attempt to regain your modesty. The Blight growls in amusement as if to say, “Why are you hiding, I’ve seen it all.”
You stand there awkwardly trying to run your fingers through your tangled hair and you wonder now… what does this mean for the future? You fucked the Blight. Will he want this every time you meet now? You certainly wouldn’t mind that. But what if he doesn’t… do you go back to the way things were before? A loud snarl penetrates your thoughts. You look up to now see him sitting in a faded leather chair only a few feet away. His long sharp finger taps on his well-toned thigh, his half hardened cock still visibly bulging up in his trousers. You realize he wants you to sit on his lap. You feel a little apprehensive. Is he still wanting to fuck? You’re not sure you could take another session right now of his cock, your insides need some reprieve after being stretched to their limits. However, you decide to oblige him, if he wants to use you again you will let him have his way. As you take a step forward you suddenly realize how physically drained you are as you lose your footing and crash towards him. He is quick to react as he grabs your hand and wraps his other arm around your waist to lift you up. You feel rather small as your legs go over his and your head lays against his chest. His heartbeat is strong but seems to have slowed to a gentle pulse. Your eyes are unable to stay open. You understand now. He wants you to sleep, this must be an after effect of the serum. There’s no way you would make it back to the campfire right now as you begin to fall unconscious. The last things you hear are the blights soft snarls as the dancing candle light blurs and you drift away.