Liliya Bogomolova x Reader
Overview: Murkoff decide to trial a new gas in the shuttle room that leaves you feeling a little..pent up. Liliya comes to help :)
Warnings/contains: sub/top reader, dom/bottom Liliya, leg humping, oral (reader giving)
Reader: gender neutral afab
A click and a hiss, the usual routine in the shuttle but something was different this time. The scent of the gas is different; lighter, sweeter, almost enjoyable if it weren’t for the threat of danger that loomed over you as you approached the resort. You’d dealt with Liliya before, too many times to count, but she still made your stomach churn with nerves…and something familiar that you weren’t willing to acknowledge. You had perfected your loadout, picking the right rigs and medicines to keep you from getting killed the moment you entered the luxurious map that she inhabited.
The hallucinations arrived on queue, still managing to make your chest tighten despite how well you knew the scene. Your breathing quickened as the wavering figure of Liliya drew closer, that all too familiar feeling stirring in your stomach a little more intensely today. You swallowed it, still fighting to keep some sense of normal..if you could even have that in a place like this.
The restraints clicked out of place and you stood up, feeling a rush to your head as you straightened in the shuttle. You gasped and stumbled slightly, bringing your hand to your face as you steadied yourself. Your breathing was still quick, almost hungry, making you furrow your eyebrows; what had they put in the gas? You exhaled heavily and staggered your way to the exit tubes, managing to compose yourself enough to step into the environment. The familiar scent of oak, blood and perfume filled your nose, the usual jingling of jewels and crackling of flames creeping into your ears.
The fresh air helped, if only for a moment, making your head a little clearer as you moved to start a generator; already feeling the cold seep under your skin. You shivered, feeling a strange sense of warmth between your legs, bringing your awareness to a need, a hunger, that was creeping up on you all too quickly. The generator started with a rumble, bringing you out of your feelings and redirecting you to the task at hand. You managed to stay focused enough to get the first key, which you now slotted into the door and abandoned in the snow. You felt driven yet weak as you pushed the doors open, your body once again reminding you of an ache that you so desperately needed soothing. You swallowed it again, forcing yourself to stay composed, if you had gotten this far, you could complete the trial, right?
Your feet carried you across the bar room, dancing around the corpses and ex-pops that lingered in the area. They only froze when you saw her, well the imitation of her. You always took a second to admire her before you started the trial properly; taking advantage of the time to eye up every little detail before the real woman was on your case. The roses on her arms, the patterned tights that rested mid thigh layered over more diamonds and lines which seemed endless. Your eyes wandered, and without thinking your hands followed; fingertips brushing over the thighs, hips and stomach. The ache grew worse, making you exhale shakily as your own thighs clamped together, your focus seeming to grow even hazier by the second. The familiar click of the mannequins movement made you blink, forcing you to pull your hand back out of surprise and confusion; when did you get so carried away?
“…jesus..” You muttered to yourself and walked away, stealing another glance over your shoulder before you left the mannequin to observe the room.
You had racked up a total of £130 so far, managing to keep your head on straight and weave your way through the resort without capture thus far. It was slower than usual, every room making you pause and gape at the different poses or positions the mannequins had assumed. It was distracting, confusing, confronting. You had to finally acknowledge your sadistic attraction to the same woman who had been hunting you, the one that had jumped at, clawed at and killed you. You could usually dismiss it, ignore that strange urge that made your eyes linger on the curves of the mannequins for a little too long, but today, something was different. You needed her, needed to grind and bite, suck and grope, just feel every fucking part of that body, even if it ended badly. You could feel it in the way your stomach tightened, the way your hands trembled, eyes wandered and cunt twitched with want.
“Shit.” You whispered, putting your black light down and bringing your hand to rub at your face again. You bit your lip and pressed yourself against a wall, thoughts racing as you fought between staying focused or giving into impulse. The need was all too overwhelming, making your fingers wander down and press against your clothed arousal; coaxing a small sigh of relief from your lips.
The sirens of the gates blared, snapping you out of your internal struggle, forcing you to collect your light again and move into the darkness. You waited, lingering by the door to see if the enemy had followed, feeling a wave of relief when it headed in the opposite direction. You continued onward, the brief danger snapping you out of your daze. You could still feel your body aching, pleading but you had no choice but to ignore it, suppress it.
All until you fell upon a new room, warm, dimly lit and filled with the scent of perfume. You had been through this room countless times, but it was different today. Of course, Liliyas replicas were different every time but she was never posed like this in this specific spot. She was resting on her side atop a table, propped up on her arm; like how she would lay over fellow mannequins in the auction room. Poised; threatening, inviting, terrifying, beautiful. You approached her, your eyes already fixated on her as you circled the table. You swallowed as you shamelessly followed the curves of her ass, the ache between your legs now seeming painful, unavoidable.
You dropped the light again, more carelessly this time, ignoring the clatter as it fell to the ground; your entire focus on the imitation before you. Your hands wandered and grabbed again, brushing against the roses, tracing the patterns and caressing the cool metal of her chest; feeling a sense of disappointment when they lacked the warmth and softness of flesh. Before you could think, you were on the table, legs clambering and straddling over the firm thigh of the mannequin. Your hands found home on the hip and arm of the posed masterpiece, already gripping tight as your own hips seemed to move on their own. Intense ache turned into dull pleasure as you started to grind against it; your eyes shutting and mouth falling open as relief coursed through your body. You were almost clawing at her, almost trying to get this unmoving obstacle to come to life and move with you, pleasure you, serve you like she had promised to so many times. It just wasn’t enough.
You groaned as you straightened up, almost letting out a sound of defeat as you gave into desperation entirely; pulling your clothes off so that you could press your bare cunt against the textured material of the mannequin. You could see the wetness soaking through your garments, could feel the warm slick as your body met the imitations once more. Every line or marking along the thigh was bliss, bumping up against your clit as you bucked your hips against her. Your fingers danced across the body, toying with the chains along her side, the soft jingling sound drawing an involuntary moan from your lips; reminding you that it was her that you wanted. The thought only made you more aroused and disappointed all at once, making your movements quicker and greedier as you chased something you couldn’t have. Every slick thrust accompanied by whispers from the weapon herself.
You were too focused, too busy pathetically grinding and searching for relief and release that you hadn’t noticed the gates releasing a new enemy nearby. The sound had met your ears but hadn’t quite sunk in, leaving you blissfully unaware of the praying mantis that was sneaking her way through to you.
“Be still and the world comes to you.” You heard her before you saw her. Liliyas words filled the air, making your heart race, your eyes widen and your hips still. She wasn’t yet with you, merely muttering as she patrolled the area.
A delusional part of you thought it was a command, before your survival instincts finally kicked in and told you to move. You scrambled to get up, feeling a wave of embarrassment and disappointment as you pulled yourself away from the object of your affection.
Liliya was quick to pick up on the sound, her breathing growing heavy as she silently inched closer to the room. The sight waiting for her made her stomach turn, her usual quick instinct to attack seemingly vanishing as her masked eyes explored the scene.
“Don’t move.” It wasn’t delusion this time, she truly was commanding you to stay.
Your grip on the mannequin tightened once more as the shrill voice drew near, your body almost trembling with both fear and desperation as you locked eyes with the messiah. Your chest tightened, almost every part of you urged you to run or grab your stun that laid nearby, but a small part of you begged you to stay, to see if she would provide.
Liliya straightened ever so slightly, her head tilting as she inched closer and closer, her ragged breathing filling your ears.
“You can rest now.” She almost cooed at you, the reassurance in her tone making you shiver.
Her claws skimmed over the mannequin you were hovering over, the close proximity making your blood rush and stomach turn, both fear and arousal pumping through your veins.
“I am love.” She continued, almost sounding mocking; as if amused or endeared that you were getting yourself off on one of her imitations.
“…fuck..” You muttered softly, both in awe and terrified of being so close to her for such a long time without her attacking.
“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You belong with me.” Her head tilted up again, and you imagine that her eyes meet yours behind that mask you’ve often admired and dreamt of.
You merely nodded and weakly hummed in response to her, your stomach turning with excitement now that she was reassuring you.
Those claws wandered over her own false form and met your hands, seemingly itching for violence yet remaining gentle and light. She let out a heavy breath at the sight of how you were holding her imposter, her chest rising and falling heavily as the tips of her blades passed over your knuckles.
“Come to me.” She murmured, now grasping your wrist and bringing it to her body.
An involuntary sound of pleasure escaped you as your fingers met her hip, those same textures, just softer, warmer, fabric and flesh instead of firm plastic. Your touch was light and cautious, fingertips merely brushing over the fat of her hips, itching to take more.
“No, with feeling.” She scolded calmly, a line you’d heard all too often in previous trials. You always dreamt of hearing it in this context.
“..let me get closer..” You whispered, and she loosened her grip, allowing you to move.
You slowly moved your legs, moving off of the mannequin and onto the edge of the table. She remained still, her clawed fingers still keeping your hand against her side as she shamelessly slotted herself between your thighs.
“Give all you have.” Another command, another plea to stop being so cautious.
You swallowed and nodded, but you couldn’t meet her gaze. The hand on her hip finally found its place, palms resting against the warmth of her body as your fingers dug into the fat; almost gripping harshly to decipher if she was actually real. You brought your free hand to her other side, letting your eyes follow your movement as you brushed against the chains. Your breathing hitched as your hand paused beneath your breast, heat rushing to your face as you found yourself eyeing over her bare chest. A heavy breath escaped you as you continued, feeling a ridiculous sense of bliss as the warm, soft flesh met your palm. A moan slipped from your lips as you groped at her, your cunt twitching as your thumb brushed over her nipple. Your actions earned heavy, shaky breaths from the weapon, her grip on your wrist growing tighter as she silently urged you to keep going.
“Love makes us one.” She murmured to you, bringing her hand to your jaw.
The tips of the blades lightly pricked at your skin as she tilted your head, forcing you to look at her properly, to truly accept the twisted attraction you had.
You exhaled, the sound turning into a desperate whine as you nodded to her, not caring about the little pinpricks that would scar your face. One hand continued to caress and squeeze her tits whilst the other briefly toyed with her chains before wandering down to her ass. You leaned toward her, almost wanting to hide against her body as you groped at the fat of her cheek.
“Dreamt of you..” You murmured, earning a seemingly sympathetic coo from Liliya.
“I know you.” She replied, as if admitting that she was well aware that she had worked her way into your head, and released her grip.
The claws wandered to the back of your head, sending chills down your spine as she pressed you against her chest. You gazed up at her as she pulled you in, almost submitting to her as you licked over her breast. You tested the waters and took her nipple between your finger and thumb, gently pinching and pulling at the bud as your tongue flicked over the other; uncaring about the metallic paint that seeped into your mouth.
“Like that..yes..” Her voice began to raise in volume and pitch, growing closer to the usual shrill exclamations you heard during chase.
“Yeah?” You muttered, licking over her once more before taking her into your mouth.
Another loud breath escaped Liliya, making both your confidence and desperation grow. You moaned against her, shamelessly caressing and fondling her body, beyond ecstatic that you had the opportunity to finally indulge in something you had dreamt of and tried to suppress. Your hand roamed forward, caressing her thigh before meeting her crotch, your fingers pressing against her hungrily.
“Please..” You muttered against her chest, your hand roaming up over the zip of her suit now.
“Embrace me.” Liliya replied, still cryptic but enough to give you the go ahead.
You had to stop your hands from trembling as you unzipped the fabric, your breathing growing heavier as pale, unpainted skin was slowly revealed. The clothes slid down enough to give you access to the place you wanted most. You sighed with relief as your fingers moved to palm against her, your stomach growing tight as you felt the wet heat against your skin. Liliya gasped and panted, her grip on your neck growing tighter, the tips of her claws digging in just enough to make you wince. You brought your hand forward, going back to groping and sucking at her tits as your fingers rubbed against her clit.
Every second seemed to make you worse, every little sound from her sending a new wave of desire through your body. You groaned against her and pulled back, grabbing her hips and lifting her with ease, quickly swapping the positions you were in. You were quick to drop down to your knees, barely noticing the surprised reaction from the prime asset; too far gone to realise just how confident your actions had been. You nestled between her thighs, hooking her legs over your shoulders as you inched closer to her again. You wrapped one arm around her leg, gently holding her in place as your free hand moved to palm against your aching cunt. You groaned against the supple skin of her thighs as dull pleasure spread through your lower body, only snapping out of it when you felt the familiar pricks of blades against your scalp.
“Mm of course..” You muttered, apologetic before she could even scold you for getting distracted.
Liliya exhaled heavily, the sound dragging into a soft growl as your tongue swiped over her folds, the taste of her arousal filling your mouth. You shivered and gripped at her thigh, already drunk from the slightest hint of her cunt. Your tongue dove in again, repeatedly licking over her before you pressed closer, wrapping your lips around her clit; earning a raspy whimper from the weapon. You moaned and sucked, your eyes fluttering shut as you indulged in the delicacy of your messiahs body. It didn’t take long for you to get immersed in her, practically making out with her pussy as your hips mindlessly bucked against your own hand, desperate to fuck into her even if you couldn’t. You sucked and licked against her, unable to think of anything as her scent and taste overwhelmed your body, her voice filling your head to capacity.
“Deeper..” She purred at you, making you pull away just enough to loosen your grip from her thigh.
You slid your fingers onto your clit and over her entrance, panting as you listened to the combined pleasure from your bodies. One hand worked over yourself, rubbing thoughtless circles over the nerves as you guided your way into Liliya’s cunt. You moaned and leaned back in, sucking at her again as your fingers arched and pumped, accompanied by a slick sound that only made you more desperate. She forced you closer, both pressing your head into the curls decorating her lower stomach, and bucking her hips into your touch. You were surrounded in her scent, her warmth, her love. You forced your eyes open and stole a glimpse at her, memorising the way her chest rose and fell as rasps of pleasure fell from her concealed lips. Encouraged by the sight, you picked up the pace, focusing on curling your fingers to press up against that sweet spot; feeling a sense of pride as she tightened around you.
“Yes, please more!” Her voice picked up again, fuelling your need to pleasure her.
You repeated the motion and licked over her clit, giving her a moment before diving in again, moaning around her as her hips twitched towards your mouth. Her arousal was spread across your mouth, your fingers, dripping down the digits as she clenched around you. Those delicate claws pressed down harsher, making you wince and buck your hips, sadistic pleasure overriding the pain. Ragged breaths turned into moans, and then cries of pleasure as she fell apart. You didn’t dare move, merely watched in awe as your mouth stayed latched to her clit, fingers buried deep inside of her where she tightened and clamped. Her body twitched and shivered as she came, making her thighs squeeze around your head; earning another contented moan from her little worshipper. You felt her gradually go still, her grip on you finally loosening as her breathing quietened.
“Still.” She commanded, breathy and content.
You did as she asked, pulling away and blinking up at her as you licked the remains of her orgasm from your fingers.
“Sinner.” She mused, making you pant and nod; both amused and flustered by her degrading words, however short they were.
You felt weak, desperate for your own release now that you had served your purpose. You nudged into her inner thigh, your hand moving back to grip at the flesh as you continued rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She slotted her leg between your thighs, making you pull your hand back and grip at her calf. You sighed with relief as you began to grind against her ankle, uncaring that you looked like a pathetic mutt humping her leg.
“I’ll take care of you.” She cooed, running her claws through your hair more gently now, the tips of the blades sending shivers down your spine.
You moaned and nodded in response to her, muttering a word of agreement against her thigh. You adjusted your hips and moved your free hand to join the other, practically wrapping yourself around her leg as you bucked your hips against her. Your head was spinning, every thought overwhelmed by the way she peered down at you, the feeling of her hand caressing your head, the warmth of her body underneath your bucking hips. Your stomach grew tight with pleasure, making you whine and press your head into her thigh. You fell apart with a series of pleasured breaths, sounding relieved and embarrassed as you continued to grind against her. Your hips stuttered and your grip tightened, coaxing a sound that seemed similar to amusement from the prime asset. The embarrassment only fuelled the pleasure that coursed through you, making shameless moans slip from your lips and fall flat against the smooth skin of her leg.
“Beloved of God..” Liliya purred, as if rewarding you for finishing.
You weakly nodded, slowly stilling against her and loosening your grip, only to rest and catch your breath.
“Thank you..” You muttered without thinking, too blissed out to think of anything but her and how lucky you were.
