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Audrey is exhausted. All the adrenaline that has kept her on her feet ever since coming here has all but evaporated, leaving only a stumbling mess behind, limbs heavy and aching. Rest is what she needs, she knows that logically, but fear keeps her from doing so - keeping her going. Mostly it's the fear of what might happen should she come to a stop; for the demon hunting her, seemingly stopping at nothing to get to her.
The mere thought of the creature that is haunting her steps tears a sob from Audrey's throat. His voice still echoes in her head, dark whispers like a caress down her spine.
And yet Audrey can feel her eyelids grow heavier by the second, her steps starting to falter as movement becomes a harder task.
Stay awake, damnit! Audrey scolds herself, heart beating loudly inside her chest as the panic starts to settle fully in. Falling asleep would be a sure death sentence, but staying awake is starting to become just as dangerous.
Coming to a reluctant stop, Audrey leans against the slimy, inky wall. Ahead of her there is darkness, never-ending, with faint dripping echoing through the vast space. The way she came from doesn't seem much better.
With a frustrated groan, Audrey realizes she has no idea where she is. Everything looks the fucking same, yet also unfamiliar at the same time. For all she knows the elevator could be miles away, or merely a few feet.
Her hand slides down the wall, brain racking for some kind of a solution. Could she find a safe place to rest, if only for a small moment? The Artist's Rest is out of question, even if Audrey had known how to make it back there. Too many Lost Ones, hellbent on killing her. Not to mention...
A shiver makes its way down her back, flashes of the Ink Demon devouring one of the Lost Ones, before his attention had turned to her. The low, malevolent growl; the chase, the grinning face right behind her, ready to shred her to pieces...
No, it is probably for the best that Audrey can't remember how to get back to that horrible place. Not that her current location is any better, the way it's too open; too dark. There is no saying for sure what could be lurking in its depths.
The ink sloshes around her ankles as Audrey takes a few hesitant steps forward, the hand holding the Gent Pipe shaking ever so slightly.
Through heavy eyelids, Audrey spots a shine of light. She stops. Blinks. It's a faint, flickering thing but a welcome sight nonetheless in the seemingly endless darkness.
Her steps quicken, as does her breathing, as she makes her way towards the light, caution thrown to the wind at the promise of potential respite. And it does not disappoint.
As she reaches the source, she is met with a wooden door, slightly ajar. Coming to a stop in front of it, she presses her ear against the surface, listening for any signs of life on the other side. Hearing nothing, Audrey gently nudges the door open, peeking around the corner just to be safe.
Nothing. The room is empty, save for some posters littering the walls and, miraculously, a worn-down sofa. It should have been suspicious how easily she found this small, hidden room, empty and equipped with exactly what was needed, but the thought is instantly whisked away as Audrey lowers her aching and weary body onto the soft cushions.
She sits there for a while, gazing at the roof, dustmotes dancing across her vision. Now that she is at least somewhat safe, everything that has happened comes rushing back.
Her body starts shaking with a heaving sob as Audrey curls herself up into a tiny ball. She wishes that Alice had never left her, that Audrey could have joined her. She isn't able to do this, any of this. And how could she, when nothing in this world makes sense? Hulking monstrosities everywhere, only interested in hurting and killing her. And then, when she had finally found someone who didn't want to do her any harm…
Audrey lifts up her hand, the one covered in ink, anger and disgust building up in her chest the longer she stares at it. She had hurt Bendy with this. The only creature in this horrible place that had been willing to befriend her, to put his trust in her, was now gone because of what had happened. Because of what she had done. Accidental or not, Audrey had scared him away. And now she is well and truly alone.
Though, Audrey manages as a final thought before finally drifting asleep, maybe it had been for the best. She can barely keep herself alive, for God's sake! How can she say with any certainty that she would be able to keep Bendy safe as well; to keep him away from all the horrors out there in the studio? Especially from things like the Ink Demon...
A tug at her wrist wakes Audrey up from her light sleep quickly enough. A knot forms in her stomach at the darkness that meets her. It had been a lot lighter here earlier, before she had fallen asleep. Now it was as if a dark cloud had swallowed the room and her within itself, thick streaming ink running down the walls and pooling onto the floor, seeping towards where she is laying on the couch.
From one of the pools a tentacle-like limb has been formed, the thing that is currently holding Audrey's wrist in a firm grip. It tugs her arm up above her head, in a position that makes it impossible for her to use her newly acquired abilities against it, and no matter how hard Audrey struggles against the tentacle it's to no use.
Just as Audrey is sure she is going to pass out from hyperventilating, a shadow steps into her view.
''Audrey... Did you think you could hide away from me forever?''
Audrey's blood runs cold at the familiar voice, penetrating all her senses, making her head spin as it fills her up completely.
The Ink Demon's face leers above her. Audrey lets out a cry, desperately tugging against her restraints. It does more harm than good, as hot pain shoots through her arm. The demon inches his face closer to hers until his unnerving grin completely fills Audrey's field of vision.
''There's no way out for you, Audrey.'' His voice is low and smooth, almost reassuring as he lowers one of his hands on top of Audrey's wrist.
''What do you want?'' Audrey asks, stomach coiling at the chill touch. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, her breath coming out in stutters.
Instead of answering, the demon grasps his hand around her wrist, his hold firm enough to stop her jerking movements. A sob builds its way up Audrey's throat. Oh God, is this it? After everything she's been through, is this how she’s going to die? Something tells her that there is no coming back from this situation.
''Don't kill me. Please. I never meant to intrude on your place. I never even wanted to be here to begin with. Please.'' She doesn't care how desperate she sounds, how wobbly her voice is.
The Demon puts his other hand against her chest, effectively pinning Audrey down to the couch.
''And yet, you belong here. You belong to the ink, Audrey. You belong to me.''
She shakes her head. ''What do you mean? I don't understand. I don't...''
The hand on her chest travels upwards, a single claw pressing itself directly against her pulse. It's sharp enough that should Audrey move even the slightest it would draw blood.
''You walk among betrayers, liars,'' the Ink Demon says, a growl to his voice now. ''But you can choose. Continue down that road and die by my hands, or join me and help reclaim what was taken from me.''
Audrey wants to scream, to cry, to do anything. Instead, it's like her entire body has frozen up under the Demon's touch, leaving her unable to do anything but heave for her breath as tiny tremors travel up and down her spine.
But maybe she can distract him, somehow. Banishing him won't do. Not only is the needed hand for that firmly held in the Demon's grasp, but something tells her it would have been ineffective anyway. Perhaps she can keep him talking? Does she even have the courage to do that when his teeth are mere inches away from her face and the claw digging deeper into her skin?
She decides it's worth the shot. There are still things she needs to do; to find out. Among them is a certain toon she still needs to apologize to, leaving her unable to accept an early demise.
With great effort Audrey tries to push her growing panic aside, yet unable to hide the slight tremble to her voice as she speaks.
''These betrayers and liars... Who do you mean?''
The Demon tilts his head slowly, and even though Audrey can't see his face she can feel him studying her.
''You follow someone who should not exist,'' he rasps out eventually, a twitch running through his fingers. Audrey manages to choke back a whimper as the movement makes the claw on top of her throat slightly puncture her skin. It stings, and she can feel something cold and wet dribble down her neck. She has learned that while she cannot bleed in this form, blood instead having turned into ink, it doesn't make the current situation any less dangerous.
''He's an intruder to this realm, an intruder who has stripped me of what I used to be. Leave him, Audrey, and join me.''
The hand on her throat shifts so that it is now cupping Audrey's cheek. She can feel her heart skip a beat at the touch.
The Demon lets out what almost sounds like a laugh, his long tongue flicking out past his teeth and lapping gently at the wound he had made on her skin. Audrey recoils at that, eyes shut tight.
''I can feel your fear, so clear as if it were my own. I have no reason to hurt you, as long as I know you are no threat to me.''
This time Audrey fails to hold back a whimper. The Demon keeps licking up her neck, leaving goosebumps blossoming up behind from where it has touched.
No reason to hurt her... It seems to be the truth, considering that she is, in fact, not dead yet. But...
''I don't know what any of this means,'' she whispers, slowly opening up her eyes and looking at the Demon. Another flick of his tongue makes Audrey shiver. He's so gentle, almost caring with his attention, and to her horror, Audrey finds out her next shiver is not one from disgust. Even worse, she nearly feels disappointed when he stops.
''You say that I can help you,'' she begins carefully. ''But I don't understand how. I barely even know what I'm supposed to do, and besides...''
She doesn't finish her sentence, doesn't want to dwell on those she has failed to help.
But it doesn't matter, the next time the Demon speaks it is as if he has read her mind. No, he has done so, perfectly.
''Even in your current situation, you still think of him. Why do you care so much?''
Audrey snaps back from her train of thought with a violent gasp. Is he talking about Bendy? Does he know something about him? She nearly asks, but stops as the anger in his tone registers in her mind.
Instead, she licks her lips, considering how to proceed, painfully conscious of the clawed hand pressed up against her cheek.
''You scared him away, Audrey. You showed him how much of a monster you truly are.'' The Demon continues. ''Why the remorse? It is unnecessary to show such feelings for those below you.''
For the first time during their encounter, she feels a spark of anger in her chest. Whether it is directed at herself or the Demon she doesn't know, but it extinguishes just as quickly as the Ink Demon shifts and ends up straddling her hips.
Cold ink begins to soak through her clothing, and Audrey lets out a cry that quickly gets smothered by his massive hand.
''You will keep hurting everyone, no matter how hard you try not to,'' he says, his voice now a smooth purr. ''Accept this side of you, and succumb to me.''
Tears of ink fall down Audrey's cheeks as she stares up at the Demon's face. She is now unable to move, unable to speak, fully and utterly left at his mercy.
He wipes a tear off her face with a surprisingly gentle movement of his thumb, mindful of the sharp tip of his claw.
''Oh, my sweet Audrey. Why do you still fear me? We are one and the same, you and I.''
The Demon's face is now mere inches away from hers, close enough that she can feel his teeth press against her lips as he lifts his hand away. The other hand that had been holding Audrey's wrist shifts as well and lands on top of her shoulder, though her hand is still restrained by the tentacle.
''I don't understand,'' she whispers, her voice small and broken.
''You helped me, freed me from my weak, pathetic form. Let me do the same for you. Let me free you from your weakness.'' The Demon runs his hand through Audrey's hair, tugging sharply at the end. Audrey lets out a small gasp at the sudden pain, a small jolt of pleasure that shoots through her body.
The Demon seems to take note of this. A deep rumbling sound emits from his chest as he tugs her hair again, and this time Audrey can feel her cheeks heat up, which really shouldn't make sense considering the lack of blood in her body. But she is too busy at the moment to dwell too much on that.
Her legs twitch slightly as she tries to cross them, embarrassed at the sudden wetness she can feel spreading in her groin. What the hell is wrong with her? Why is her body reacting this way to the Ink Demon's touch?
Audrey tries to fight against the waves of pleasure the Demon is inflicting on her. Her thoughts begin to turn all jumbled up and confused.
She begins struggling in earnest now, putting her free hand to the Demon's chest and tries to push. She needs to get out of here, she needs to –
''Let me help you understand who you truly are, Audrey. Give yourself to me, and I'll help you see. All you need to do is let me in.''
His voice echoes in Audrey's mind, washing over her with full force. A small part of her resistance starts to crumble down, a sudden, aching need deep within her gut replacing it. Her hips buck up uncontrollably against the Demon's, who purrs in response and grinds back against her, slowly, almost teasingly.
Something cold and heavy lands on top of Audrey's stomach, but she doesn't have time to look at what it is because at that moment the Demon puts a hand between her legs.
It's distressing how wet she has already gotten, her underwear soaked. A broken moan falls past Audrey's lips as the Demon presses a finger against her swollen clit, a jolt of pure bliss running up her body and to her head, making the world spin.
The hand on his chest falls down limply and over her eyes as if to shield her not only from the Demon's sensual touches, but also from the unwanted feelings churning inside her.
''Please don't do this,'' Audrey pleads, panic making her throat clog up. She tries to swallow around it, tries to calm down her thundering heart. It only gets worse as he lays his head down between her legs, slowly undressing her. No, no, no, nononono. She doesn't want this. I don’t want this!
And yet, she can't deny the way her skin burns with need at the Ink Demon's touch; can't deny the way her body yearns for more. There's a part of her that needs to merge with him, to become one with him. It scares her as much as it excites her.
The feeling of the Demon's hot breath against her sopping cunt makes Audrey squirm. She can feel her face burning with shame and moves her hand down towards her crotch in a poor attempt to cover herself. But the Ink Demon immediately nudges the offending hand away with his face.
Without warning, he plunges his tongue between her wet folds. Audrey's head snaps back against the armrest with a loud scream, getting more and more high-pitched the deeper his tongue goes.
Soon the room is filled with the sounds of squelching and her moaning, the Ink Demon eagerly lapping at her flowing juices with a purr. Both of his hands are secured around Audrey's hips, holding her as she rocks frantically against his tongue, eyes closed and her mind lost in a haze. A particular whirl makes her body tense, fire pooling low in her abdomen.
A part of her is crying out, confused with the situation. It yells at her, tells her that this isn't right, that she needs to snap out of it. But it feels weird, like the voice is far away and disconnected from reality. Her body doesn't belong to her anymore but is rather controlled by carnal lust.
But she doesn't care, can't seem to focus on anything else than the feeling of his tongue delving in and out of her. Her hand falls onto the Demon's shoulder, fingers digging themselves deeply into the cool, inky flesh as she comes with a shudder, her world turning white.
Audrey can feel her body going limp, slumping back against the cushions. Her previously trapped hand is now released as well, aching with a dull pulse.
As the world around her begins to clear up, so does her mind, and with it, the shame of what just happened settles in. She gulps for air, heart still racing in her chest as the weight of it all fully settles in.
The way the Ink Demon is treating her, despite the initial harshness of forcing himself upon her, comes as a surprise. The way he is still holding her gently, licking up the insides of her thighs in a sensual manner... Almost taking care of her.
Why? Audrey wants to ask why he is being so gentle, taking the time to make her feel good when he could've just ravaged her and been done with it. The more she thinks about it, the more her head begins to hurt, and makes her want to be lost in the intoxicating haze for a bit longer.
''Tell me, Audrey. Would you have preferred me to be harsher with you? Would you prefer me acting like the monster everyone says I am?'' The Demon answers her unvoiced question as he shifts a little, leering over her body. His voice is dripping with dark lust, sparking up her desire once again and washing away the doubt in an instant.
He presses a finger under Audrey's chin, forcing her to look directly up at him.
''I am gentle toward those who belong to me,'' he whispers, his thumb caressing her lower lip. Audrey fights the urge to suck it into her mouth. ''You were created to be a part of me, Audrey.''
''You keep saying that, but I still don't understand what you mean.'' Audrey manages to whisper breathlessly, almost in a trance as she holds his nonexistent gaze. She realizes too late she shouldn't have spoken to the Ink Demon like that. Despite it all, he doesn't seem to mind the question.
He makes a small, humming noise deep within his chest, before sitting down and pulling Audrey onto his lap. She lets out a small yelp of surprise, arms going around his neck for support and pressing her temple to his chest. It should be embarrassing, the position she's currently in, flush against him. Because in this position, she can also feel something poking against her naked rear. It's oily and chill to the touch, just like the body she is being pressed directly against, and she can feel it twitching and pulsating along with her heartbeat.
Audrey can feel it move between her cheeks, massaging the tender flesh there. She moans and lifts up her hips without a second thought, instinctively welcoming the Demon's cock inside her.
The cock seems to have a mind of its own, moving in a way that would not be possible for a human. Its bulbous tip moves between her wet folds, fondling and teasing her entrance. She whines but a hand on her lower back keeps her still as the tip quickly dips inside of her aching cunt before pulling out just as quickly.
The difference in temperature is shocking, making Audrey gasp at the icy feeling inside her warm entrance. Instead of recoiling, her hips snap backward, enveloping the smooth, oily tip with no resistance.
It feels amazing. She clenches around the cock with a whimper and is rewarded with cold liquid squirting inside of her.
''Oh, God,'' Audrey whispers, grinding greedily back on it. She wants to feel it fully inside her, wants to feel herself filled to the brim.
The cock pumps more liquid into her, and Audrey can feel it spilling out of her, running down her thighs. She bites her lower lip, moving to bury her face into the crook of the Demon's neck. The hand on her back moves under her shirt and up her spine, leaving trails of fire etched onto her skin, while his other hand lands on her hip in a possessive grip.
The Ink Demon growls into her ear, and in one swift movement plunges half of his cock inside her cunt, her wetness allowing it easy access.
Audrey screams, stars sparking in front of her eyes as she is filled. The strange texture of the cock bumping against her walls makes drool nearly drip from the corners of her mouth, and her grip around the Demon's neck tightens.
He seems more than content to wait for Audrey to get used to the feeling, stroking her back in a soothing pattern. It nearly makes Audrey sob. She still doesn't understand this... gentleness, still can't comprehend why he is doing all of this for her.
'I am gentle toward those who belong to me.' She can remember him saying, though it's becoming hard to think due to the fog filling her mind with each pulse of the cock nestled inside her. The stretch hadn’t hurt her nearly as much as she had expected it to, though her body isn't exactly normal anymore at this point.
''Put your mind at ease, Audrey,'' the Ink Demon coos, though there is a hint of warning in his tone. ''It is becoming quite distracting.''
He pushes Audrey from her death grip around him, ignoring her sounds of protest as he sits her up straight on his lap. The new position makes her sink deeper onto his cock, and her breath hitches. She can feel the strange shape of it slowly forcing her open, making her take it all the way down to the root where it suddenly becomes too thick for her to take fully.
Now with the Ink Demon's cock almost entirely inside of her, Audrey is able to feel ridges running up around the member. Her hips twitch slightly forward, the sensation overwhelming yet heady at the same time.
Her brows furrow as she grinds against his hips, slowly and carefully at first. Audrey can feel the ridges of his cock scraping along her inner walls with each thrust. As her pace gets faster, her breathing becomes more and more erratic with each stroke as she starts to lose herself to pleasure.
The Demon lifts up her hand and presses it against her stomach, where she can feel him moving inside of her.
He purrs as Audrey lets out a moan, her hips snapping back and forth erratically now as she rides the Demon as if her life depends on it.
It feels like her entire body is on fire, every nerve tingling and making her toes curl. With a hand on her hip, the Ink Demon lifts her slightly up, before slamming her back down onto his cock rhythmically, setting a pace that drives her crazy.
Every time Audrey sinks back on his cock it sends a spasm through her body, and it isn't long before she is a sobbing, broken mess, pleading and begging the Demon to stop.
''It's too much, I can't -'' She tries to say, only to be interrupted by his cock squirting more of the cool liquid deep inside of her. Buried on top of it as she is, Audrey can feel how it spreads inside of her stomach, can feel the way it moves and drips out of her.
She quickly claps her hand in front of her mouth, the feeling bringing her over the edge. A strangled sound gets ripped from her throat as she cums, the Demon still rocking up into her as she rides out her orgasm.
The Demon starts to press the last of his monstrous cock inside her. This snaps her attention back. It is uncomfortably large, and each thrust becomes more and more painful until she stops moving altogether, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. But the Ink Demon doesn't.
With a final forceful thrust of his hips, the knot pops inside Audrey's wet cunt. She yells in pain, her body trying to push the invading appendage out. Whatever it is, it is not moving. It fills her completely, growing and swelling up until it feels as if she might burst.
The Ink Demon thrusts a couple of more times, still remaining fully within her, before letting out an ear-shattering roar, making Audrey shrink back a little. Both of his hands are now holding Audrey's hips in a tight grip as thick, icy cold oily liquid starts to spill out of his cock.
All feelings of discomfort quickly vanish as the Demon comes inside of her. Audrey can feel her stomach bulging where her hand is still pressed against it, as seemingly endless amounts of cum keep covering her insides.
A jolt runs through her body as Audrey comes again, her juices desperately trying to squirt around the Demon's knot as he continues pumping her full with his viscous essence.
It feels like ages before it finally comes to an end. By this time her stomach has swollen up to twice its size, and Audrey presses at the skin gingerly as she tries to get her breathing back under control. Small tremors still run through her body, her cunt still twitching around the Demon's cock.
It doesn't take long before her body goes limp as a ragdoll, exhaustion washing over her. She nearly falls off him before the Ink Demon catches her, arms around her back. He lays her gently against his chest, mindful of the knot still inside of her as he cradles her against himself.
Audrey's mind is still muddled with mixed feelings she can't seem to focus on. Instead, she lets out a deep breath, relaxing further into the Demon's protective embrace. At least she is still alive. Anything that happens after this, well. She'll figure it out.
The last thing she hears before succumbing to unconsciousness is the Demon's deep, rumbling voice, now reverberating in both their chests as they lie pressed together.
''My ink now flows fully within your veins, Audrey. Just as it was always meant to be.''