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TEST DRIVE MEME #29

Arrival

"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.

It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.

It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.

And so you do.

Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, but only a second.

Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.

Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.

The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"

Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."

On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.

After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."

They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a lobby of a hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.

The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.

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Stand Your Ground

The chill in the air is still hanging in there, biting into skin as the fog from God's divine punishment begins to fade, and with it, the twisted monsters and hallucinations that it brought in. Hallucinations stop (but may not be forgotten), injuries from tortures are healed (but again, may leave their imprint anyway), and everyone starts to slowly filter back into Penance proper. The animals are brought back to the stables and the spiders return to their nests they made within the hotel (and out, thanks to the kind sinners who helped relocate them!)

So do try not to worry if you see chihuahua sized spiders hanging around everywhere. They are quite docile! And a lot of sinners and demons seem to want to adopt the little guys as pets.

Lilith is still sporting injuries from the previous event, but she's dressed sharp and professional again, reassuring everyone that they did the best they could and it's time for a break while they wait for Lucifer's grand return to Hell. Something remains haunted in her eyes, however...

Ah, well, don't worry about it, new arrivals! It likely means nothing. Times have just been hard as of late.

Lucifer is still nowhere in sight, but Lilith announces it's time for a proper celebration as a reward for everyone's perseverance and aiding others lately. And look... it just happens to be close to that mortal holiday, Halloween!

Despite the husk of a community the fog revealed, Penance is once again decorated and vibrant in no time. Halloween decorations litter the streets and the hotel, as well as neighboring establishments. There are caramel apples being passed out freely throughout the hotel, as well as cider and other candies that inspire good moods.

Everyone seems very eager to just forget the last punishment ever even happened... sinners and demons alike. Whispers around the community show plainly that everyone is worried, hushed murmurs of God and big plans on the horizon making the rounds, but... best to not even pay attention to that. Especially any talk of Barbas possibly returning that are on the tongues of the demons who look worn out and exhausted at the mere thought. It's just simple paranoia, surely.

Now, instead get ready for the festivities!

Everyone will receive an invitation on their devices to go to the pumpkin patch within the community. It's hard to miss with its creepy scarecrows that seem to almost follow those who enter and the mischievous little demons that like to sneak up and try to smash all the pumpkins... there's also a new addition to it! A few concession stands just outside the patch, as well as what looks to be a corn maze.

Not just any corn maze either, but a spooky, haunted one that sinners will be encouraged to participate in, if they so choose! There are tons of props and costumes for all those willing to frighten their fellow sinners as they make the trek through the maze! Jump out and spook a friend or put on a performance that's truly spine-chilling!

Once inside, sinners will find themselves chased (good-naturedly) by demons and others dressed in over the top Halloween costumes ranging from creepy dolls to axe murderers to cartoonish Lucifers. For once, while creepy in parts, it really does feel like a traditional haunted attraction, done in good will for a bit of fun. No actual torture will be happening this time around!

Now, what's in the center of the maze? Well, a party of course. A Halloween bash awaits those who make it to the center of the maze that not only includes costumes, many versions of the song Monster Mash, but party drugs and alcohol galore... all with a Halloween twist. Drugs come wrapped up like little candies, and drinks are all candy flavored for the most part.

But that's not all! The succubi are out in full force, in skimpy mad scientist uniforms and test tube drinks they're handing out to all who would dare! These drinks, they'll warn, will cause some... interesting side-effects. These include:

Red - may cause a surge of possessiveness towards people or items that may be unexpectedly strong. How dare they look at anyone else? Or what nerve, that guy touching what is obviously yours.
Blue - may cause a surge of courage and bravery, giving the sinner the nerve to do something they may not normally do.
Green - may make the drinker feel more truthful and unable to tell a lie. What an uncomfortable predicament to be in when someone asks if their costume flatters them or not...
Black - may cause physical transformations of the monstrous variety. Tentacles or demonic features, even animal features. Oh my!
Pink - may cause other physical transformations, which may include sex or age swapping.
Orange - may cause one to feel inferior or superior to those around them. They may be inclined to let others know just how good they are, or shrink away to hide while they deal with the deep shame of their existence.

All effects may last anywhere from a couple hours to a full day, so it's recommended that all sinners use caution when testing these out! Additionally, multiple drinks may be consumed for a double whammy of effects for the truly adventurous.

It should also be noted that the succubi and incubi have also claimed a patch of the corn maze all their own. Venturing in, sinners will be hit with overwhelming aphrodisiacs that may include heat-like effects. More information can be found in the Follow Me Down prompt!

When it comes time for the party to wind down, guests will have to (perhaps drunkenly) navigate their way back to the pumpkin patch. It will be dark out by this point, an eerie mist in the air that hopefully won't bring back too many bad memories for some...

There won't be time to reminisce when the scarecrows seem to be quite alive and may move eerily closer every time a sinner's eyes stray away or even blink. Some may begin to downright chase sinners and demons alike right back to their homes. It's probably just a fun little Halloween prank, so don't worry about it! Like so many other odd things happening lately...

Those who aren't interested in braving a pumpkin patch or corn maze may instead opt to visit the local movie theatre for a horror movie marathon with what may contain familiar favorites as well as some very traumatizing cinema clearly meant for demonic kind. These may leave certain sinners with nightmares for a few days... or they may find them oddly enjoyable, if they're already beginning to show demonic traits. Whatever the case, at least there's limitless caramel corn on offer!

Additionally, at Helluva Cup, there's also a lot of baked treats being offered up in an expansive display... one that Bean, the hell rat is even dressed up for! Sporting a little bat costume for the festivities, he's placed as a centerpiece in the middle of the table of treats. Be careful of the very real biting that may happen for trying to take food the rat has deemed his! Also be careful, there will be consequences should anyone try to hurt the owner's beloved pet (and possible rewards for anyone who stands up for the little guy in the form of special drinks or a heartfelt thanks). It's probably for the best to just ignore the filthy rodent and steal food when you can... the treats do seem to inspire a good mood, so sinners may be encouraged to overindulge a little bit! Or a lot. They're so good, it's like they're addictive.

Helluva cup isn't responsible if anyone eats until they get sick, of course...

Reach Up High

The local demons have a unique take on trick or treat this round! While they want to give their favorite mortal sinners something of a break, they all know full and well God has to be appeased and the wary get very few breaks!

So they will be selecting sinners at random and insisting they go from room to room knocking on doors. Their task? To offer to give a treat or give a hand. Don't worry! In this case, no actual hands will be given (unless you're into that sort of thing...), but they will have to help a fellow sinner or demon with a task of their choosing. This can range from something as mild as cleaning the toilet to finding a pet lost in the chaos of all that's happened lately, to cooking them a meal, it doesn't particularly matter! Your only limitations would be your imagination!

If the person at the door chooses a treat, sinners may have to get inventive about what they offer. Treats may come in the form of treating someone to unexpected entertainment or a talent you possess, or to just be exceptionally delightful. Of course, if a sinner wants to offer an item on their person or less... innocent treats, they are free to do so as well.

To deny anyone's offer means that the sinner has failed and a sin will not be taken from their list.

Follow Me Down

WARNINGS: humiliation, public sex, a/b/o themes, potential dub-con

As mentioned, the incubi and succubi have carved out a little section of the corn maze all their own. Just off to the side of the main event, those who venture in will be treated to overwhelming aphrodisiacs hanging in the air like a very sweet perfume, more risque performances and costumes, and areas where plush cushions have been laid out for... other activities.

The succubi are still serving their drinks, but there are also decadent chocolates for the taking, as well as a chocolate fountain surrounded by fresh fruits for dipping.

There's been a makeshift stage made for an impromptu costume contest where sinners and demons can cheer for sexiest costume or encourage the removal of said outfit. There's also a helpful collection of risque costumes available for those who want to slip out of their boring old zombie or mummy look! You never know when that costume may start to influence your behavior at this sort of party, so you may want to adopt the least bitey costume there is...

Additionally, especially those who took the transformation potions, may begin to experience signs of heat or rut. They will begin to want to breed uncontrollably, and may adopt certain characteristics of either alpha or omega.

Alpha traits include enhanced aggression, the urge to claim or dominate those they want to breed with, uncontrollable sexual urges, and the ability to smell when someone close by is in heat. It may also include the ability to knot a partner, but not always. Omega traits include the need to be bred, increased body heat that may be uncomfortably intense, potential slickness as the body prepares for the experience, and the urge to present oneself to a suitable partner.Like alphas, omegas can smell a proper partner close by. The intense urge to be claimed or marked may also be present.

Both parties will experience reduced recovery time and increased stamina.

These urges will last until mating has been completed (it may take several rounds) or until the next morning, whichever comes first.

Those who aren't influenced by those urges will still find plenty of ways to have a fun time if they so choose, however! No need to fret. There's still drinking, dancing, and plenty of adult entertainment to be had.

[While pregnancy of the traditional kind isn't possible in Penance, there may be an upcoming opportunity to participate in a body horror and pregnancy-related twist coming up. As a current or future player, if you're interested in this, please include your name here with which role you participated in this prompt with, as well as your partner's name. Remember, omegas will be the ones experiencing the potential pregnancy, no matter their gender!]

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Little hard to do anything with my dick when my blood's flowing the wrong direction.

[so sorry, sugartits. you wanna play with tech, you go play with tech. this was seto kaiba she was dealing with now.

kaiba raises a brow at that purposeful fumble of a proper honorific but otherwise doesn't press the issue. he follows her movements but doesn't protest that either; he's made his feelings on any glass or glass-shaped instruments clear, so he trusts she won't go overboard with it. it's a little hard to do anything and a little hard to breathe with guts askew.

he suffers that shove with grass and lands neatly on his heels. no ground yet. she's gotta earn it.]

And why should I do that? Shouldn't you be the one kissing my ass?

[she's also dealing with orange. a lot of orange. she's gotta earn that superiority too.]

Who says you're going to be doing anything with...that?

[ She's not drunk enough to say "dick." No amount of alcohol will kill her ladylike refinement!

It definitely makes her emotions more volatile, however, her swing to anger quite fast and furious. She glares hard at the mulish insistence on disobeying her. Sure, she doesn't want him to be a literal pushover, but some acknowledgement of who was meant to be on top would be very nice and deserved. ]

Yeah, no. There's not enough money in this universe to get my mouth that close to your butt.

[ That's not superiority. That's just truth. Because eww.

She steps back in close. She's a whole two inches taller on account of her shoes, so she's extra intimidating. ]

What is it, huh? [ She lightly jabs his chest with the test tube. ] Afraid you'll have too good of a time if you're where you belong? [ A sharp point of the glass scrapes upward, eventually scratching along his skin until it stops on his chin to push down on it, to ease out that submissiveness. ] It's what you like.

[ Her other hand trails downward to rest over his word-she-can't-say, her grip firm as she strokes up a little more fire in him. Though maybe it's doing more to her fire with how her breath hitches a bit once she starts. All that orange was doing a lot to up the thrill factor of fighting for control. ]

Always too scared to enjoy yourself. Tsk, tsk.

[wryly:]

Some men are into that. So I hear.

[so he hears. jury's still out on whether or not that applies to him, though.

yes, yes. so intimidating. blah, blah, blah. he threatens to lapse into boredom until she makes things interesting again. as she pushes the glass in, he leans forward, flirting with the sort of danger he shouldn't encourage and drawing a small trickle of blood. he won't spill his guts but a little bit of red on the ledger never hurt anyone. at least not much.

his eyes flicker down as she grazes over that-which-should-not-be-named. he shrugs off his cloak to suggest he's receptive but otherwise doesn't react.]

Haven't I told you before, Monika?

[he clucks his tongue in disapproval, in distaste.]

Command with a look. Or else don't bother at all.

[ That wry comment gets a harder glare and zero comment. Don't ruin this with that sort of imagery, you jerk!

But saying nothing works out in the end, since he's so set on her being quiet. Her upper lip scrunches up as she takes a step back, withdrawing from any touching. Command with a look, he says. She'll go one step further and throw in an action as well.

Meeting his eyes, she brings the test tube to her mouth. Her tongue slips out to lick off the small bit of blood he'd helped bring forth, slowly and thoroughly. It's an affectionate thing, taking in a small part of him. Then she takes a breath, preparing to strike.

She jams the glass into a spot between her neck and shoulder.

There'd been some gasps nearby, but she ignores them. Her eyes press shut and she lets out a soft hiss at the sharp pain. But she recovers quickly, a small smirk on her lips as the blood runs down her chest and onto her dress. And as she yanks the glass back out, she somehow looks more satisfied. No need for him to be the only one having fun here.

Monika slinks back in close, dragging the bloody point across his cheek. You could be joining me, her raised eyebrow says. Or he doesn't have to. Because they're not crazy or anything.

Your choice, Kaiba. ]

[okay. okay, he's definitely paying a little more attention now.

if this were anyone else, he might have been bothered by it. because if this were anyone else, stabbing yourself with a broken piece of glass would have landed somewhere between no and hell no on a general list of priorities. but monika does it and does it with such an absence of concern, it's almost baffling. and undeniably mesmerizing.

and he's not sure when and where he picked up a taste for blood, but that impromptu demonstration incites it. he doesn't really have time to think about it; it's immediate and instinctual. granted, thinking was also pretty low on his list of priorities right now. he just knows that he's better in every conceivable way than this silly AI and he has to prove it on every level possible. and somehow that translates into total depravity, because of course it does, because he's crazy and she's crazy and maybe he should just accept that.

his fingers close over the shard as he reclaims it from her. he holds it up and lets the blood drip onto his tongue, dribbling down his chin. and maybe it's for the best tech wasn't around, since he's pretty sure he warned him against something like this. apparently he wasn't proving himself better so much as signaling his willingness to suffer together.]

Alright then.

[alright then, he says, simply as could be. and then he sinks onto his knees, heeding her wishes on his own terms.]

[ It's very good that Tech isn't around. She'd probably go from begging him not to judge to asking for him to join in no time flat. There's nothing wrong with a party with her favorite guys!

But her ex isn't on her mind. Kaiba's taking up all of her focus, because he doesn't judge. He keeps embracing her enjoyment for the darker side of things. He lets her indulge. Pain makes up the fabric of their relationship, and it's part of what makes it so, so good. There are few things she loves more.

She practically purrs as the blood hits his tongue. He'd brought them so much closer. And now, no one was closer to him than she was. ]

All right, then.

[ Her smirk morphs back into a mad grin as he sinks lower and her feelings of superiority grow to greater heights. After plucking the tube out of his hand, she rewards his submission holding his chin and dragging the spilled blood on his chin back up to his mouth. The press of her thumb is fond. He looks so, so good like this. ]

But I think you can go lower.

[ She steps back a bit, then using the table he'd so rudely pushed her against earlier for leverage, the toe of one of her pointed heels presses into the center of his chest, right around the spot she jabbed earlier.

No more words necessary. Just let her indulge. ]

[kaiba nips her thumb once it draws closer. not hard, nothing painful, but she'll bleed there too. they'll both be bleeding plenty by the time they're through.

whether or not he agrees with it, whether or not he cares about it, he nonetheless goes along with it. other than the position itself, he's not all that submissive here; his eyes are still sharp, still intent. they don't leave hers, not even for a second. so it's less about getting him to submit and more about a subtle exchange of power. just another lesson.

so he goes along with it and goes lower. though he sinks onto his back rather than falling forward. he's deferential, not dumb.]

Don't bore me, Monika. I'm not interested in baby's first dom.

[why yes, he has done this before. even if he's tight-lipped about the details.]

I'll entertain you. But you'd better entertain me too.

[ Those snarky comments earn him an intense glower. Fine, then. She'll kick him the rest of the way down, since he won't allow her slow indulgence. ]

Stop making this all about you. I'm doing what I want, because I'm what matters now.

[ Her shoe shifts up to his neck to dig into his Adam's apple while she sucks the blood from her thumb. ]

Because shockingly, not everyone's the slut you are.

[ Not that she knows his history with this sort of thing, but she could only assume he was trying to comment on her lack of experience. Not everyone in Hell was so willing to let her indulge in the darker things, so it's not like it was an issue with her. More people just needed to be more willing to let her go nuts and learn!

Huffing, she pulls her foot away, shifting to stand over him. Since he doesn't want slow, she pulls her dress up and quickly sinks to her knees, straddling his waist. And in no time, the bloody glass is against his neck. Not hard enough to pierce, but just to send a warning.

The leaning down, however, is still slow. Her face comes closer, her hair enclosing them and offering what would probably be their one spot of privacy for the night as she kisses him softly. Indulgently. ]

And stop making it so tempting to reconsider the deal.

[ Before he can react in a way she doesn't want, she slinks back and pulls the glass away, instead pushing his shirt up to expose areas that are less likely to make him bleed out. After a few seconds of consideration, she picks a spot on the left side of his torso, adjusts her grip, and drives the tip into his flesh. With the way her head falls back with a shuddering sigh, you'd think she'd penetrated him in another way.

Feeling somewhat better, she lowers her eyes back to his face and watches. Does he want more? Yeah, he wants more. Her palm pushes in harder. And thankfully, for the both of them, the blood wastes no time with flowing freely. ]

[fuck, fuck, fuck. he's really done himself in now.

even without all that blood, at this point, he's outrageously horny. and she'll know it, she'll feel it as soon as she straddles him. the costume doesn't really matter; he's tenting his pants and already raring to go. she sends a warning and he doesn't heed it. he only wants it even more, staring into her face as it looms over him like some awful shadow.

he breathes hot and heavy into the kiss. even without all that blood, at this point, he wants to fuck her. badly. so mission accomplished on that front.]

So sayeth the temptress.

[funnily enough, he's called her that before. guess she really took it to heart.

kaiba doesn't try to get away or otherwise refuse her. he knows what's coming before the glass ever pierces skin. and once it does, he groans. he screws his eyes shut but it won't help. it hurts, god, it hurts. but since he's tossed sanity to the wayside, arguably had long before his stint in hell, there's no screaming, no begging. he likes it. he loves it.

but god, does it hurt. there's no screaming, but he squirms. not to get away, but to get even closer. more, he asks, he demands, without ever saying a word.]

What was that? Couldn't hear you over all that noise you were making.

[ Her snickers are totally obnoxious, and she leans forward again to get a better look at his face. One of the hanging lights frames her from behind in a way that might be fittingly ethereal if she didn't resemble a demon more than the angel she's supposed to be. The expression of profound enjoyment at all of his squirming probably doesn't help either.

Her inebriated mind can't tell, but later on, she'll realize this is somehow the definitive confirmation she needed. Indeed, there was a side of her that needed to not only subjugate, but also cause suffering. But hey, if someone's having a good time while she does that, it can't be all bad.

Leaving the glass in place, she sits upright and brings her hand up to enjoy another taste, marveling at the redness when she gives it a glance. It prompts some concerned murmurs nearby, but thankfully no one tries to interfere. Not that she'd allow it. Her stake was claimed long before he hit the ground.

There's a tinkling of shattering glass, and then she's scratching another broken test tube across his stomach, achingly slow this time. And as her bloodied hand reaches up to fondly hold his cheek, her hips slide back further, pushing onto that obvious hardness. She knows he wants more, and she could definitely provide...

But that'd be way too easy. He'd never get easy from her, especially now. ]

Hey. [ One finger taps on his lower lip, meant to tempt as much as it was to tease. She's got a funny little hunch that he'd love another taste of her blood. ] Remember that time you made me beg? Wasn't that fun?

[ This was mentioned for no reason whatsoever. ]

[of course she could hear him. smug little beast.

whether or not she's depraved doesn't really matter. he'd told her before that he wouldn't make excuses for her behavior. she killed those girls. she slaughtered those girls. she tortured those girls. and all because she couldn't stand the idea of being alone. all because she insisted that the unwitting protagonist love her and only her forever and ever.

still, he's not quite sure this qualified as suffering. suffering implied pointless pain; this pain was very much pleasurable, very much welcome and very much desired.

his inhibitions were fading fast though he acknowledges they have an audience and will for the duration of this dalliance. it doesn't bother him. if anything, it excites him even more. kaiba wasn't shy about himself, wasn't shy about anything, least of all his body. he looks good and he knows it. monika knows it too, even if they both were ugly people.

kaiba arches into the glass, all firm muscle and hooded eyes. he bites at her finger, draws it into his mouth and sucks at the bloody cut with deliberate slowness.]

Please.

[it's flat. blunt. even professional. if she wants something desperate, something sweet, she'll have to earn it.]

[ Ah, of course. Another thing to have some lack of surprise over. Why would he ever make things easy for her?

She pulls the glass away, moaning quietly at the feel of his mouth, her hips rocking involuntarily at the blossoming red streak. He's not the only one that's caring less and less about the people that surround them, though it's hard to say if she cared in the first place. It's probably getting pretty apparent that she's not as shy about these situations as much she previously let off. ]

Is that how those losers of yours used to beg?

[ So disappointing. But so expected. Not like he was good at it in the first place, really.

But she's good at thinking on her feet.

Her hand shifts to his side, and the new broken glass gets dropped into his palm. Then she draws her finger out of his mouth, fighting not to moan again. At this point, she's lying on top of him, warm and close, making sure to keep pressure on the bit of glass that's still inside of him. ]

Want a turn?

[ She tilts her head and pulls her hair away, exposing more of the wound she'd made earlier. It's in close proximity to his mouth, but just out of reach. A taste of what he could have and what he could do. ]

Come on. I know you like hurting me.

[ And for once, that's not meant to be hurtful. It's meant to encourage that hurt. A sign that, over time, she's come to hope for it. Expect it.

Enjoy it.

So yeah, maybe begging wasn't what was at play here. Desperation, yes, but a more depraved version of that. It was about pulling out the side of him she knew he kept holding back. She'd seen another glimpse of it at the club, and that's more of what she wants. And since she knows he's in a pretty arrogant mood, she'll challenge that arrogance. ]

Or...am I asking too much of you?

[his lips quirk into a grin at the mention of loser. at least she's stepping up her game; at least she isn't boring, the greatest sin of all when courting seto kaiba.

he might look back on this later with some regrets. or a lot of regrets. thinking back to that night, the night where they tore into each other, where he fucked her over and over again until she shoved him off, it feels like he's ignoring all of his own advice. because while he tore into her, he also cleaned and bandaged her up and treated her with kindness.

but there was nothing kind about this. there was nothing kind about cutting someone open with glass and then extending them the same offer. he's spiraling, she's spiraling, they both are, and he recognizes it: this was indeed exactly the sort of thing tech warned him about. she's toxic, he's toxic. tech warned him about poison; he pursued it anyway.

too bad he doesn't care anymore. she belongs here. he belongs here. they both do, way down in hell and sinking further by the second.]

Don't dictate to me.

[he grips the shard and plunges it into her shoulder. he doesn't hesitate, knows he'd just get scolded if he did, and he doesn't want to hear that from her. he doesn't to hear anything other more moaning, more groaning, more screaming. she's not there yet, but she's close. so he just holds the shard in place, twisting it to leave a nice big hole.]

Come on. Beg. I know you like doing it.

[there's a ridiculous amount of blood pooling beneath them now. but he pays it no mind, parroting her own words:]

Or... am I asking too much of you?

[ Her retort is cut short, only the first shh of her "shut up" coming out. Instead, she's caught in a spot where she can't make noise, teeth clenched and eyes shut tightly. Her entire body quivers, and she stays like that for what feels like eons, until finally, finally, a small noise builds in her throat. And before she can even think to control it, she's choking out moan after moan, one hand coming up to claw at his increasingly bloody one. It's one thing when she hurts herself. When someone else does it?

Her eyes open to meet his. Yes. There he is. The dark man she's been obsessing over for so long now. ]

You...really think you've done enough to get me to beg?

[ She laughs, just as breathy as that statement had been, reaching between them with her other hand to fumble her way through getting him free of his pants. He's welcome to help, since she's a little preoccupied with all the tantalizing pain in her shoulder. Just thinking of all the reminding it'll do when she's off on her own again makes her throb hard and bite back more sound. She's definitely gotten past the point of being able to hold out on him purposefully.

Because regrets? Who needs those? There's nothing to regret when you're having the time of your life. ]

Still waiting for you to prove you're not a loser who doesn't know how to have fun.

[ As always, their shared penchant for greed factors in. That ever-present more always lingers there, goading them on, and this was no exception. ]

[thankfully there's no such thing as tetanus in hell. at least he prefers to think so.

he'd also prefer not to bleed all over the floor in front of strangers, but they'd kind of passed that point several stabs ago so he just rolls with it. it's almost baffling how much she seems to get off on injuring herself and injuring other people; he played around a bit rougher back home but never quite this rough. and definitely not with broken bits of glass.

but she likes it. she loves it. so he feels compelled to deliver. if nothing else, she knows how to antagonize him to a truly maddening extent.]

The truth hurts, huh?

[it really, really hurts. he laughs too and for much the same reason: this was so ridiculously violent it looped right back around to ridiculously erotic.

but no, he won't help her. he sits still, clinging to the bloody shard. it doesn't take much effort anyway, and in case she needed a reminder of just how turned on he was... well, there he is. that's a lot of hard cock in her hand now. granted, he probably should be a little concerned, but he's pretty confident she's not going to squander a good orgasm.

his other hand slides up the back of her thigh, pushing up her dress in the process and feeling around for a pantyline.]

Guess you'd better show me how to have fun. Y'know, just in case.

[ She scoffs at his words. ] Isn't that what I'm always doing, anyway?

[ His roving hand isn't going to find much of a pantyline for once. At the behest of the demons she'd gotten the costume from, she'd worn something much more lacy and scant than she might otherwise. With the way the dress clung to her hips, she wouldn't want anything showing, would she? So, she chanced a thong. It was a decision she'd hated initially, but it was currently exceedingly convenient.

With no need to work him up further, she pushes aside the small strip of fabric in the way and takes him in, slow and gradual. It's not because she can't handle him--because he should know by now she can--and the slick heat enveloping him should make it obvious she could go much faster. But no. This was an indulgence. Back to slow; back to what she wanted. ]

I'm the only one who knows how to show you a good time.

[ She tugs the shard free of his side, then pushes it in at a spot on his chest, right as her hips sink down as far as they'll go. It's not too deep for once, but just enough, because some part of her still cares about hurting him too much in such a dangerous area. Just enough for a fresh burst of pain as she completely surrounds him and she moans at that feeling of fullness she loves so much. Just enough to strengthen her claim over him near his beating heart.

As she breathes out soft yeses, arching her back and throwing her head back with it, her halo slips, clinging to one horn. With her blood-soaked chest and her palm pressing into the blood pooling on his own, there's no more innocence to her appearance. This was a demon in angel's clothing, as she'd always been.

Her nails dig in, and her thigh rocks under his hand. The slow moment was over. Time to fully, and painfully, indulge. ]

[he laughs. it's a strained sound, a fucked up sound, just like everything else they were doing here.]

Yeah. Yeah... I guess so.

[he can tell even before she drops a damn thing that she's opted for a lighter approach. not that it really matters, since it's all headed for the same place.

and even when he braces for it, that heat gets him to groan. the back of his head hits the ground as he slides all the way home; he can't remember the last time he's taken someone this slick. though that might speak more to the fact that it was mostly men in his bed as opposed to the minx on top of him now, leering like some terrible tigress.

breathe in, breathe out. they've only just begun but he has to will himself not to come. then she really would call him a two pump chump.

the blood loss has him feeling more than a little lightheaded. he can tell she's being careful, if only just barely. he won't bleed out and neither will she. the realization hits him just then that this was what he wanted all along, what so few were willing to provide. he wants to hurt and to be hurt. maybe they were a good match that way, in a lot of ways.

her lips are red. it's a good color on her, he thinks, as he cranes his neck to capture them. it muffles their moans, stifles the gasps when he takes hold of her hips and starts fucking her in earnest. there's no need to wait, no need to build up. she wanted him, so she's got him, every inch of him that drives as deep as she can stand and then some.]

[ He's not the only one that has to work on staying calm. She is worked up to the highest degree, deep into the high from the type of pain she's always dreamt of and so rarely got without some unnecessary concern for her well-being. Not that falling apart in seconds would end their fun immediately, as he'd so nicely taught her, but lasting for longer than that tended to make everything even better.

The balance of power tilts back into his favor for the moment as their mouths meet. Not only was that one of her prime weaknesses, he's plowing into her hard, making it difficult for her hips to dare to keep up. And with the taste of blood heavy on her tongue, her intoxication only grows.

It's happening again, she thinks.

As she pulls out his glass and teases along his bare skin with the bloodied shard, the thought only takes over more. After dying for her disordered tendencies towards love, she'd vowed to try to keep her feelings, well, normal. Be honest. Be good. Not get obsessed. Not try to possess. Simply feel like a normal person and let things be without taking them to dark places. She'd barely done a decent job of it, of course, but now she knows...she's doing the worst at it with him.

The glass pierces the skin of his lower back as her other hand grasps the back of his head possessively, all of their frenzied movements making her dress slip further down her arms and expose her dampened breasts to the cool air. But it's fine. Who cares? It's fun. It's everything good. No need to fight her feelings.

I want you want me forever. ]

[should he be concerned? he should definitely be concerned. it should concern him that she's so utterly lacking in self-preservation and it should concern him that he was in much the same boat. and he can't even blame it on hell. he was broken before he got here. and monika was just some computer virus so that probably made her even worse.

it's happening again, he thinks. he's slipping back into bad habits and in the most embarrassing way possible. losing even more of himself to a woman who wanted everything.

but it's so nice to be wanted. it's so nice not to be judged, beholden to investors and shareholders and people who would hate to see him in such a depraved state. it's just monika. sure, there are spectators. they're enjoying themselves, doing unspeakable things as they watch. but they may as well not even exist. it's just this woman. just monika.

and it reminds him that he was, in essence, an exceedingly obsessive man. he wanted the world and everything in it so he can't really blame monika for what she's done. he won't excuse it but he understands it. he's human and she's AI but they understand each other as if they were one in the same. they may as well be the same person, as he buries himself deep and slides out only to slam himself back in. which wasn't something tech could give her: his appetite was absolutely relentless, eclipsing even her own.

their sounds are gross. lips smacking together, skin slapping against skin, groans and gasps. and he'll possess her, he'll overwhelm her, given the chance.

and even if he's not, he'll try to take it from her anyway. because humans were greedy like that, more so than any program could ever hope to be.]

Do it.

[ The words hardly come out, a desperate whisper caught up in the tangle of their mouths. She's finding it harder to care about causing him pain, the bit of test tube she'd held falling to the ground. She's so focused on hers. The sharp bursts of hurt in her shoulder, the ferocity of his thrusts, the ache of her muscles to keep in position. It's nearly too much.

It's almost too perfect, all that he gives her.

She makes their sounds worse by pressing her hand between her legs, fingers swirling wetly over her clit and drawing out further whimpers and pleas. Because it was more. Always more. Maybe in wanting that, it made her more human.

And now she wants the most. ]

Claim me.

[ That's what she always looked forward to the most, his release more so than hers. It was something physical. Unmistakable. Filthy, perverse--so unlike her who always wanted perfection and neatness and to appear above such things. And most of all, it was a sign of what she'd done, how wanted she was and how much that want could affect someone.

It's so nice to be imperfect. It's so nice to be so overwhelmed she can't tell if she's careening towards another death at his hands. C'est la petite mort, he'd said to her once, and after finding out what it meant, it made sense. It was. And she'd welcome it every time.

Her mouth breaks free of his, unable to be contained anymore. She's doing her best to hold back, to time things right, and it's so painfully hard. But it'll be worth it.

They can die together. ]

[do it.

it hits him like an order, like a geas. he can hardly hear her anymore; he can hardly hear anything other than white noise, the sounds of their coupling pounding in his ears, increasingly frantic. pain really was pleasure and in this case there was a whole lot of it. and greedily, he shoves her hand away. no, he says without saying. just me, only me.

claim me hits him even harder. and in one swift sure move, he pulls out, forcing her onto her back and pinning her down and assuming a more dominant position. he leaves her only a second or two to readjust before shoving himself right back in. and he fucks her even harder that way, pulling her legs over his shoulders and claiming her for all to see.

surprising no one, he starts to come seconds later, but he won't stop there. he's greedy, greedy enough to push her over the brink too. they'll fall together; they'll die together.]

What a good girl you are.

[a very good girl indeed. since she's already falling out of her dress, his mouth drops to a breast, catching a nipple between his teeth and sucking away. he minds his fangs; there's some places he simply shouldn't bite or at least not too hard. but it'll be hard enough to leave his mark there too. she's a good girl who deserves good things.

and by good he means very, very bad. she deserves her very happy, utterly miserable, irredeemably bad ending.]

[ Her hand gets shoved away, and for a split second, her anger boils up to overflowing. Hurting him more flashes through her head, her eyes darting to the fallen shard, because why stop her? Why deny her? There was only her, her needs, her desires, and he should pay for interrupting.

Another split second later, she's staring up at him in a shock, forgetting that flare-up had ever happened. Those few extra seconds he gives her allows only enough time to gasp in half a breath before he's utterly destroying her, making her hands clench into shaking fists. Her head tilts back, her inhale caught somewhere between being stuck and trying to escape as a loud cry.

More seconds. More pleasure. Then she feels it, what she craved the most, flooding her and filling her even more than she already was. Her ankles press around his neck, legs shaking as hard as her arms. She's getting everything she wants, needs, desires.

And more.

The cry finally pushes its way out when he gifts her with more of his mouth. She begins to murmur "harder" over and over, but she doesn't know what she's encouraging more of. He's already rocking her entire body with his thrusts, his teeth hurt so good, and she's such a good girl. What more could she possibly get?

With one last sniff of all the blood and sex in the air, she remembers. A few more seconds, and she comes.

Her eyes roll back, and her knees fight to come together at the intensity of it as it melds with the intensity of her pain. The noises she makes would embarrass her if she had her right mind about her, but currently, she doesn't give a damn. This is everything. The beauty of greed. The beauty of depravity. The beauty of being bad.

One bloody hand comes up to stroke his hair as she whimpers through the last few pulses, an affectionate, soft gesture that contrasts with all the mess they'd just created. Then she laughs, low and satisfied, because there's nothing good about her right now, especially as a teasing taunt comes to her. ]

Anything for you, boss.

[she's cute when she's mad. she's also downright deadly when she's mad, so some part of him was surprised when he doesn't feel her hand ripping out his heart.

but all the more pleasure for him then, all the more for them both. he doesn't even need to ask to know that no one's ever fucked her like this before and that fact fills him with satisfaction, even more so than fucking her brains out. so he destroys her, again and again and again. pieces her back together to do more of the same, striking the same spot.

the drugs flowing free through his veins incense him, as do her enthusiastic reactions. the tips of his claws bite into her arms as they pin her down, as the pressure increases. now there's more blood, more bruises and cuts for that poor body to heal. but he doubts she'll complain. she'll get off on that too, he's quite sure, along with everything else.

dragging the length of his tongue over her breast, leaving a bloody mark, his eyes flicker to hers. compelled by that magic word, that single blessed syllable of boss.]

Your Majesty.

[he taunts her right back, shuddering his way through one orgasm and proceeding onto the next. because just one wasn't good enough; he wants more. and he wants to her to have more too, because if they were going to share anything, then let it be this. he flicks at her clit with the pad of a thumb, flicks it hard, as he thrusts even harder.]

Another. Give it to me.

Queen.

[ It's a small correction, but an important one. She deserves the distinction for even bothering to get close to his coveted Kaiba-sama. Though maybe if he kept this sort of thing up, he'd get her to say it in a few years as opposed to never. ]

And no. You didn't ask nicely.

[ She bites down on a smirk, even if she knows it's an inevitability. Of course he's getting more out of her when she's practically dripping onto the ground for a multitude of reasons, claws digging in and tossing the proverbial cherry on top. Still, they're having fun. It'd be a shame to stop it so soon.

Her ankles cross behind his head, shoes pressing up against the back of his neck, and her back arches as this combined with closing her thighs around his hand only makes her squeeze around his cock tighter. Meanwhile, she tilts her head back, eyes closing as she seems to bask in some unseen sunlight. With her fallen halo and two possibly broken wings crushed under her, she's the picture of perfection. ]

Say-- [ She has to pause to fight a moan. ] Say please~

[ Or get annoyed, and possibly rougher. It's what she's gunning for, as always. Maybe his greed had come up against its equal? ]

[he's made more than enough concessions tonight. he's not making another.

so no, he won't ask nicely. he won't call her queen. in fact, he won't call her anything at all, he won't say a goddamned word as she insists upon herself. he's annoyed, he's aggravated, he's downright pissed that she has to drag the whole affair out, denying him again. blueballing him, even to her own detriment. nothing can ever be easy, no chase ever straightforward with this woman. even when he's killing her, slaughtering her in cold blood, she stomps her feet and kicks up a fuss and cuts him to the quick. it isn't fair.

it isn't fair so he isn't going to play fair. his eyes almost seem to flash, his growls akin to an animal that has been provoked to the point of violence. his hold tightens on her arms and for a moment everything grinds to a halt. he stops. he stares at her. for a moment, it might look like he'll just leave her there, that he'll cut his losses and storm off.

but it only lasts a moment before his head eases back and then lunges. he bites and bites hard, right into her neck, so deep it's a miracle he doesn't snap through it. it's precise work and that's definitely a mark she'll bear for days to come but she won't die. at least not literally. she might feel like it. especially when he resumes fucking her, twice as hard.

so sorry, monika. no please, not this time. but since he didn't get a -sama, only boss, it seems only... fair.]

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cw: ummm more blood

maybe just don't read this at all tbh

yeah good plan

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