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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.
.
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:
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!]
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the November 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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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.
.
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.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.
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.
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!]
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the November 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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[ 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? ]
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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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There's a brief moment of regret, for sure. In that time where he stops, his demeanor shifting into something far more sinister and feral, her eyes blink open and her lackadaisical attitude shrivels away. Their eyes meet, her heart beats faster and harder, and she actually feels something akin to fear. Or anticipation? Maybe both?
He bites. If people weren't paying attention before, they definitely would be now.
She'll apologize for the possible damage to his eardrums later, but for now, all she can do is shriek and scream as she thrashes against his mouth, worse than the ones he got out of her the first time he'd done the same. Because, oh, this is pain. No playing games, no holding back. Her words choose that moment to haunt her, too, about how she'd said she knew he could hurt her before. Sometimes it hurts to be right all the time.
And how? How could he possibly fuck her harder? Because this had gone beyond lovemaking--far beyond--not that she could've called it that before, anyway. There was no other way to describe it. Deep, rough, intense; nothing soft, nothing sweet. Her ankles fall away from each other, unable to hold on any longer. Thighs trapped beneath him, body trapped beneath him, burning in nearly every muscle...it's horrible, isn't it?
Laughter gets twisted into her screaming and moans. No, it's perfect. She got exactly what she wanted, like always.
And in record time, so does he, the quaking beneath him clearly indicating she'd given him a second orgasm. Hell, maybe a third would immediately follow, as far as she'd fallen into her sordid pit of pleasure and pain, where she actively wished he'd have broken through her neck with his fangs. Self-preservation? What was that? Surely it was something for people who were crazy, and she was far from crazy.
So, let her die. ]
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he sees regret in her eyes like a wolf leering at a sheep. he sees regret and he sees fear. she'd deny it, she covers it up with admirable swiftness, but it's not fast enough. he sees it. and he drinks in it, drowns himself in it, smug in the knowledge that he got the better of her once again. as if this were one big game, as if they were keeping score.
and of course they were. he wouldn't be here if not for one big game.
the shrieking and the screaming doesn't bother him; nor do a thousand prying eyes and greedy gazes upon them. he's heard it all before, heard himself die, plunged into darkness. he won't save her. she doesn't want him to anyway. his jaws refuse to give way, stopping just short of a fatal bite. a fox with a dead hare hanging in its maw.
the rest of his body operates on auto-pilot. his hips keep thrusting until he gets what he wants, another climax for them both, and even then he thrusts some more. a few parting shots until he finally slows down and ceases to move. there's a muffled huff, a brief consideration on whether or not to chomp down on her throat. but he does stop.
and it isn't horrible, not at all. very good girls always get their happy ending. he gave her everything she wanted, so she couldn't possibly complain.]
Mm...
[he unhooks his fangs only when he's wrung himself dry. he remains within her, joined with her, and decides to make one last concession after all:]
Please accept my humblest apologies, hime-hime.
[princess, princess. maybe it was less a concession and more one last stab at her dignity.]
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Annoyed.
If she had the energy, she'd probably kick at him with one of her heels, but all she can do is glare once he's pulled his fangs away. Can never leave well enough alone, can he? Always has to ruin these romantic moments somehow. ]
I hate you.
[ Instead, she's going to choose to cling to the lofty superiority that's been keeping her going this entire time. Let him enjoy his childishness. She's not bothered. She's above it all. Totally not considering digging the glass out of her shoulder and shoving it into his jaw or anything!
Grumbling, she turns her head away, in that special tsun way. ]
Could've at least called me an angel or something...
[ She has to concede that some part of this is nice, though. They were going to stay like this forever, right? Linked together in a bloody, filthy mess, eventually cuddling like there was no tomorrow? It's what she deserved after all that unnecessary Japanese-based cruelty towards her!
Nearly as quickly as it'd turned away, she's back to looking his way, trying to nudge his mouth closer with her cheek since she's lacking hands at the moment. And even if she knows what she says most likely won't bother him, she puts on her most obnoxiously fake and playful schoolgirl voice for her next few sentences, because she knows that part most likely will. ]
Come onnn. Give me another kiss, Kaiba-chan~
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a few more daring members of the crowd appear ready to swoop in and take their turn, but a quick snap at the nearest ankle and a slash of his claws at a demonic face that draws too close sends the onlookers scurrying. which leaves them alone, or as alone as they could ever be out in the open and bleeding out from way too places to count.
kaiba glances over the mess they've made and sighs heavily. sure did fuck that up again.]
God damn it.
[as if he didn't egg this on. he swears at monika but he knows he's just as guilty. if not more so, considering how much damage had been done.
kaiba does his best to pull out any glass, wincing at the pain he feels and the pain he causes. then he pulls out too and for once doesn't look down, doesn't boast or brag or otherwise claim his territory like she's some prize to be won. he just feels around a nearby table for a wad of napkins and starts swabbing up the blood. god fucking damn it.]
Well, Ms. Angel, looks like I'm escorting you back to heaven. Unless you wanna embrace sweet death all over the floor.
[heaven being her bed. and a bed far, far away from his own.]
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She doesn't say it aloud like he does, but she thinks it, since it's safely tucked away inside her head.
God damn it all. ]
Look, I appreciate you being such a gentleman-- [ She winces at the pain in from the napkins, now that he's making it harder to ignore by doing that. ] But--!
[ There's a part of her that wants to feel bad, feel small, feel inadequate and like she'd done something wrong, but the drinks from earlier won't allow it. She matters. He can't just wrangle all the control over this situation out of her hands a second time.
She screams again, for different reasons. ]
Don't run off on me again!
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[he looks back at her, calmly, quietly. completely serene. he can still feel the drugs, it's doubtful they would go away for at least the next several hours. but his hunger has been sated, and in its place, there's no revulsion, no hatred for her or towards her. it might not be gentlemanly, not quite, but he's not looking at her like she's some disgusting thing.
they'd done something disgusting, something monstrous. but the difference was that he still believed that they were better than monsters, however foolishly.]
Don't you get it? How many times do I have to tell you?
[he goes back to cleaning her up. thankfully, there's plenty of fabric to tear off his discarded cloak, so he rips a few strips for that purpose. she lost a lot of blood and so had he but none of the injuries were so grievous that she'd croak on the spot. and he'd survive too if only because he was too damn stubborn to die.]
I'm not running away. You're the one who always runs off first, you stupid AI.
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Don't call me stupid!
[ She then shoves at him, then quickly realizing that was as good as shoving at a boulder, starts pushing herself backwards and away. If he was going to look down on her like that, she wants nothing to do with his "aftercare." She could take care of herself. She'd done it since she woke up in her game, and she'd keep doing it for however long she had to. Potentially adding to her death count, however high it was now, was preferable to him treating her like this. ]
When are you going to get it? If you weren't running, you'd let me bleed. You wouldn't patch me up and then disappear so I can clean up and you can go on pretending nothing happened. You'd stay. You'd stop being in so much denial about having fun.
[ She shakily pushes up onto her feet, using a table behind her for balance and pushing her dress back down her legs, followed by pulling the fallen parts back over her chest. By all means, it looks like she's preparing to run, but it's only because he keeps making her want to. What other choice does she have when someone's trying to make her look bad?
...Soon, she will. Eventually. She has to build her strength back up. For now, she keeps panting quietly and staring daggers at him. ]
Look in a mirror, you stupid human.
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she sounds upset. really, sincerely upset, and it doesn't immediately occur to him why, despite being told why. he just stares at her, dumbfounded and more than a little chagrined. and he just sits there on the ground, wide-eyed and suddenly uncertain. it had felt like the right thing to do; she was fine with it before. or at least he thought so.
now he isn't so sure. he draws his hand back, and while it obviously didn't hurt, it bothered him on a much deeper level. and he doesn't know how to handle it.]
I'm not...
[running. but of course he was. it had just never been called out before, not so directly. atem had warned him that hatred was a dead end, that he'd continue to lose if he only cared about winning, no matter the cost. but this felt different. it was a different sentiment, even if it still stung. and she's a completely different person. he can't compare them.
he fumbles a bit. then he tries again. it comes out flat. he feels stupid for saying it.]
I don't know how to stay.
[but it's the truth. what a stupid, stupid human.]
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Asshole. [ She'd said it earlier, and she'd say it again, spat out with much more vitriol. But the anger doesn't last long. She breathes out, frowning, staring at the ground. ] Why do I have to deal with this alone?
[ It couldn't be coincidence that she got her horns so soon after they dragged each other down into depravity. And it'd hurt. It hurt so bad to know he got to run off while she had to deal with the worst feelings on her own. The mixed signals he'd sent made her feel worse, despite it all. After that long conversation they'd had, she'd thought they'd understood each other. They were both bad, weren't they, just as much as they were good? Someone had finally understood the dichotomy of her, just as she'd understood the dichotomy of him.
Good and bad. Light and dark.
Her eyes press shut for a moment. ]
We're in Hell. Do you really see us going anywhere else anytime soon? So why run?
[ She opens her eyes and meets his. The upset there is obvious, even if he'd already realized it was there. ]
And why is it okay for you to not know how do something, but I just have to deal with it and figure it out on my own?
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it doesn't bother him, being called a jerk, an asshole, whatever. he's heard it all before, on the street, across his desk, during duels. but monika wields her words like a weapon and she's pretty damn good at it. the tables are turned; he didn't practice what he preached and so earned every bit of her ire. he can't even defend himself. not really.
he wants to reach out to her, to tell her he's sorry, but he can't find the right words for that either. but he does try. he takes a deep breath and tries his best.]
Alright then. I won't run.
[at least not tonight. he recomposes himself, hobbles onto his feet and joins monika by the table.]
Let's go [home] back. And I'll stay with you, I promise.
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She sighs, turning her head away. It's so hard being real. ]
I'm holding you to that.
[ After he joins her, she looks up at him, her lips pursed up like she's still somewhat upset with him. Which she has every right to be! But being upset takes a lot of energy, so she keeps forcing it down, only allowing it to linger below the surface. ]
At the very least, you could actually help with the bathing this time.
[ Pushing away from the table, she starts limping proudly towards the exit, figuring he'll follow. She doesn't intend to accept any help with the journey back to the hotel, because while she's pushing away the upset, that haughtiness isn't going anywhere. She is going to leave the stage, head held high, ignoring the hot mess that is her appearance. ]
If you're nice, maybe I'll help you, too~
[ She calls that back over her shoulder, blowing a raspberry, then continues on, smacking away an incubus that gets too close. Too bad she'd left the glass behind, because she had one more good stab left in her somewhere. ]
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I'd bathe with a fucking horse at this point.
[not to name any horses. not that he's thinking of a specific horse. an awful horse. a loathsome horse.
she's limping ahead, half-bandaged, and he's slumped over looking even worse. luckily, lucifer wouldn't let him die due to blood loss incurred from a daring sexcapade, not because he was generous but because he was cruel. cruel enough to force him to deal with actual consequences and to deal with this damn woman for all eternity.
he will, however, get his revenge: he'll bitch and moan the whole way back.]
The next time we have the brilliant idea to stab each other for sexual gratification, please slit my throat.
[well. at least he took some responsibility. at least he said we.]
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What is with you and horses?
[ Probably for the best she doesn't try to get an actual answer to that. She shakes her head and goes back to concentrating on walking, because it's taking a lot more focus than she'd anticipated. Eventually, after stumbling for what feels like the hundredth time, she pauses to pull her shoes off and continue on barefoot. Drunkenness from drinks and blood loss did not mix well with heels. ]
Don't start with me.
[ Because she knows if he gets started with the whining, she'll get drawn in and start wanting to whine back harder. But she's above that, she wouldn't-- ]
Also, if anyone has a right to say something about throats, it's me. I didn't even touch yours! And need I remind you who started all this?
[ That's right, him. He said he'd play her game, so it's all his fault. Enjoy taking aaaall the responsibility for this one, Kaiba. ]
Whatever. Maybe I'll see if I can stab you with an ear of corn right now.
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[at least part of that wasn't a lie. pegasus was a very, very unfortunate man indeed.
and right, she's not gonna make it. he's not even sure if he'll make it, but neither of them will on their own. so he quickens his pace so he can sling one of her arms around his shoulders. it takes a bit of maneuvering, no small thanks to that size difference, but he manages. it's not like she weighs all that much, he can't even tease her about that.]
Yeah. I did. My bad.
[and he knows he'll definitely regret telling her this, but...]
It was pretty fun. Can't say I've ever gone quite that rough before.
[he's not sure if he ever would again, but it's him. it's monika. it's them. never say never.]
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But she doesn't have much time to think about it anyway, because she ends up protesting his very unwanted help before she can let her mind wander too much. ]
Ughhh! Get off!!
[ Aaaand that's about the extent of her fussing. She doesn't want to risk hitting any of the spots she'd stabbed earlier, and smacking and flailing seems like it'll be too exhausting, so she puffs out a sigh and allows it. While it's mildly annoying, walking had gotten easier. Even if there are a few times she ends up getting dragged along out of sheer laziness. ]
But hey. At least you admit you started us down this pathway.
[ And speaking of things that'll be regretted later, her lips press tight as the drugs kick and holler to keep what she wants to say inside, but out it comes. ]
It was maybe. Kind of. The best.
[ The last world clings on for dear life, but eventually she coughs it up. ]
Ever.
[ A real feat, considering the last time the two of them ended up like this had been pretty close to winning the title. ]
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"Kind of" the best?
[never mind the rest of what she said. of course he chooses to hone in on that. among his many stunning qualities was a stunning amount of arrogance, the likes of which not even a greedy grubby AI could ever hope to match. tech may have been cocky but kaiba took it to a whole new level. and one would think she'd have figured that out by now.
so of course he savors it. it's a decent distraction and it beats focusing on the fact that he can't feel certain parts of himself right now.]
If you "kind of" meant it, I could be convinced to carry you the rest of the way.
[and all the drugs in the world would not avail her: he knows damn well she can't resist a touch of romance.]
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I totally should've slit your throat and told you this after you died.
[ And it's Tech on her mind as she pouts. They'd shared some of her most cherished moments, painfully romantic, painfully sweet. And the day they'd gotten engaged and stayed tangled up in each other for hours upon hours...she didn't think anything could ever possibly beat that. It's why she didn't want to give this jerk of a man such high praise before (aside from the stupidly obvious reasons), because those all meant so much.
Inwardly, she winces. Apparently, broken test tubes and a good bite to the neck could trump everything else. God, hopefully this never got back to him. The guilt is already bad enough! ]
Just shut up. It's enough I'm even letting you help me walk!
[ So she says. The number of times he's had to drag her is increasing exponentially in a short time.
A silence stretches on, where the only indications something's brewing furiously in her is some muttering and redness rising in her cheeks. She won't give in! She is above this! ]
C-Carry me already, then!
[ She is not above this. ]
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I'll pick out the glass once we get back.
[that much wasn't optional; infections were no joke. nothing fun or pleasurable about those.
at least he doesn't prod about tech. once she grants her permission, which he really didn't need anyway, he bends down to pick up his princess and draw her safe and snug into his arms. they're still an absolute mess and they draw more than a few curious gazes as they shuffle along, but she got what she wanted. she won't spend the night alone.
and while he's more than a little woozy, physically, he's one tough customer. so she's in no danger of being dropped as he falls blissfully silent the rest of their journey.]
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