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Eldritch AU Path to Nowhere inspired by this image.
Monster!Shalom x Reader
Warnings: Dark content, dubious consent, general monsterfuckery, implied breeding, questionable anatomy, questionable science ethics or honestly ethics in general. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT
SMUT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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âIt seems that they take a particular enjoyment to observing both of us.â
A statement, not a question. You were used to observing beings that are not of this world, captured by unknown means and now kept here to minimize their danger to the world at large. Monsters. You hesitate to call them that, as the term implies they were driven by familiar, animalistic instincts much like creatures of this world, while they seem to operate less on instinct and more on an unfathomable logic that you, and most human beings, lack the capacity to comprehend, a phenomenon which you and everyone here would witness whenever any of them deigned to entertain themselves with your reactions.
Perhaps, you should count yourself lucky that even after the higher ups captured them and shoved them in this facility designed as a cage, most of them were willing to adapt to parameters acceptable to humans. Youâve seen the ease of which some of them ruin lives when agitated, remembering that hapless scientist who tried to debate S-087 about the true nature of the universe and ended up being a little less, ah, comprehensible after she witnessed a glimpse of something not meant to be seen. You shudder, lost in the thought of the fate of your colleague after that ordeal instead of entertaining the monster in front of you with a responseâ
A cold feeling interrupted your thoughts, slender fingers wrapping on your wrist as the monster directed your hand to touch her cheek. She was now only centimeters away from your face, her fingers playing with your hand as she asked, âYour thoughts seem to be wandering away. What is it in your expression, ah, penny for your thoughts?â
She paused, letting her words sink in. In that brief moment, the triangular symbol in her eye seemed to flicker and flash.
âI cannot say I like being treated as if Iâm not present.â
âS-017, I only wanted to record more information about that World of Mania you mentioned. Your thoughts about the research procedure is irrelevant,â you answer, the fake detachment all too evident to you. A part of you dislike treating her in such a cold manner, but this was one of the most basic things they drilled in your training manual. They are not people, there is no need to treat them as such, and donât show your fear to them, for they might - and on occassions, have - take advantage of it.
âItâs Shalom,â she responded, her smile unfading, face close enough you could feel the warmth of her breathing. You have been warned about this, read the case files about how Shaâ S-017 presents a veneer of perfection in each of her movements, and only when you pay very close attention you can see traces of her inhumanity. Every single part of her seems to be sculpted without flaw, from her porcelain skin to her doctored expressions, down to the vivid shade of maroon hair that faded into white as they tickled your skin and pooled on your lap from your proximity. Some of your colleagues have theorized that her perfection was meant to lull, to decrease oneâs wariness towards her and lure peopleâs eyes from her less human traits. About the only part of her that gives away her true nature was the triangle in her right eye, but you suspect that if she didnât want to show that part of her, you wonât even know it was there. âPerhaps it is irrelevant to the scheduled questioning weâre having right now, but Iâm sure you are familiar with scientific curiosity.â
In that moment, your senses tinged a little as cold, vivid blue invaded the edges of your vision. A warning? Even if Shalom didnât mean it as that, youâd rather not push it into a situation where being smashed into bloody pulp is the least undesirable fate. Many of your colleagues have theorized that the creatures held here merely stayed because the facility provided a measure of entertainment or possess something they want, and if any of them has a shred of determination to escape, the facility would be gone without a trace in the time it took for you to blink.
âIâm sorry, Shalom, may I ask you to elaborate about the World of Mania you mentioned in our last session?â You indulged her.
âMhm, thatâs more like it,â she hummed, clearly pleased. âSure, I donât mind, maybe Iâll tell you later.â
In your overstuffed armchair, you could feel something slither onto you, her stare anchoring you in place as the foreign tendril slides up your leg. More joined to trace your arms, and you glance at the camera stationed nearby, wordlessly pleading for the scientist watching the whole thing to get up and get help. It didnât take long for Shalom to use another of her tendrils as a lithe finger to tilt your chin back to her, drowning you into her unmoving stare, âI will tell you, but in exchangeâŠâ she let her words sink in for a moment, âWonât you entertain me?â
There was no need to be a, well, rocket scientist to understand what she was getting at. Her words carried a certain cadence to it, and you squirm in response, your head turning to look at the camera to scream for help, the monsterâs feelings be damned. However, she was faster, one tendril rubbing circles on your clothed clit, the other teasing your lips, before holding down your tongue to render your plea ineffective. For a moment, blue flooded your vision, and when it subsided, the space around you has been warped, the door out of this room buried behind layers and layers of walls as the space itself warped to form a dark, foreboding maze. Did they not see what happened to you? Did they decide to dispose of you as punishment for something you werenât aware ofâ?
âAgain, what is bothering you? Ah, let me guess, are you bothered by the eyes trained on us?â
âS-017, Iâm not here to, in your words, entertain you. Youâre crossing and breaking severalâ ah, facility rules we are both bound with,â your voice was shaking, the authority and distance you tried to imbue into it fading as you gulp at the feeling of another tendril slipping past the band of your undergarments to play at your shamefully wet core. Your back was pressed to the stuffed chair, your movements limited as the tendrils around your limbs started to tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to disallow you from moving even an inch without her permission.
From your files, S-017 seemed to be the rational sort, and you hoped the appeal to her rationality would allow you to escape this horrifying predicament. Even as your body started to ache and quiver with need from Shalomâs teasing touches, you still have enough of a mind to remember that both of you are being watched and recorded. At least, you would buy another few precious seconds for the security squad to come barging in, hopefully distracting herâ
âFrankly, your rules hold no relevance to me,â Shalom answered, mismatched eyes glancing at the direction of what seemed to be a wall she erected herself by warping the space. âIâm sure you are familiar with the concept of bartering, hm? You get information, and I get a little bit of entertainment while Iâm cooped in here. Itâs a win-win for both of us, hm?â
Each word from her lips seem to infuse the air itself, thickening each breath you take in and eroding your reason to stoke your desire. Shalom stood up, taking a step back while she snapped her fingers, engulfing the chair you sat on with a gelatinous substance before the object disappeared into the darkness. Now, you were only held up by her tendrils, helplessly hung in the air as she drank in your appearance. Four more tentacles, two sliding out from somewhere on her back and the others from behind her legs, move towards you and made quick work on your clothes, the articles left to drop in a haphazard pile on the floor.
âIâm not here for you, or anyone else to have sex with. I will forward the request for approval to the facility if you want something of that nature, butââ
In that moment, the symbol on her right eye seems to bore right into your soul, then she stroked your cheek, voice soothing, tickling the air and making you gulp. Was it fear or anticipation? You could no longer be sure. âWhat got you so frightened? You will not share the fate of your colleagues, or come back as anything else but a normal, living person. Does it count as killing you a little if you come back out perhaps a bit exhausted?â She mused, practiced amusement sliding into her tone. âDonât worry, Iâll make it pleasurable for you, too.â
Another couple of tendrils engulfed her clothes, and you were left with the sight of her naked body. Just how many did she hide behind that human appearance of hers? Regardless, like what you had always seen, every part of her was sculpted to perfection, any blemish and flaw hidden, or perhaps, she never allowed any to mar her. A few of your colleagues had theorized she made her own body, or perhaps, stole one from an unsuspecting person before she came to be imprisoned in the facility, but regardless, S-017 - Shalomâs perfectionism was well-known among your fellow researchers, to an unsettling degree.
âDoes this body appeal to you?â The question snapped you out of your own reverie, not helped as she emphasizes her words with a rough pinch on your nipples. She sounded amused, sitting on thin air propped with her own alien limbs. This was the first time you had ever gotten a proper look of them, the tendrils starting with a vivid maroon of her hair, before fading to white and glowing in a bright, luminescent blue at the tips.
âAnswer me,â she demanded, tendrils forcing you to look at her eyes. A lulling blue glow flooded your vision for a moment, and when it fades, your mind felt hazy, cloudy, your inhibition loosening as approval tumbled down from your lips. It felt good, it felt good as she smiled, and at least, even if the facility wonât send anyone, you can take comfort in the fact that the monster before you seem to be fond enough of you. The limbs propping you up shifted and made you lean forward, ass up in the air, another tentacle invading your puckered hole, only leaving your mouth free.
âService me, and Iâll see that youâre returned, more or less unharmed.â
Accompanied with a flash of blue in your vision, her order seeped into your mind in a more direct way compared to a verbal command, an easy pleasure invading your body as you leaned as close as she allowed you, to the dripping slit between her legs. Hesitation screamed at the edge of your thoughts, yet, you could no longer process it, your tongue lapping at her with the fervor rivalling one induced by addiction. Your reward came in the form of pleasure as the tendrils nestled inside you start to move in tune with your movements, brushing that spongy spot while unnatural glee washed all over your body. It was as if each of the monsterâs words carry a hidden reward, one that would be released as flashes of happiness as you obeyed her.
As your climb ever closer to your peak, Shalom released two more tendrils from her back, covering your eyes until all you could feel, could hear, could taste, was her, her moans of pleasure that sends happiness jolting straight into your quivering body, and the feeling of her tendrils invading deep, deep into you as if to prevent you from knowing, perceiving anything else. In the darkness, your senses felt sharper, each brush becoming tenfold in its intensity as you felt yourself thrown and engulfed in the throes of pleasure.
Everything was heightened, sharper. As you reached that sweet release, you tasted her release right at the same time, only for it to be snatched in an instant as you taste the monsterâs lips on yours. You were far too distracted, unaware as foreign objects settled deep in your body, only feeling the oddity for a moment before you were dragged back to feel the full force of pleasure. She swallowed your screams, leaving you dripping, out of breath, and hung suspended in the air as the tentacles covering your eyes start to shift away, allowing you your sight again, to see Shalom looking especially pleased with herself. In contrast to the mess you were in, she had already dressed herself, no proof of the pleasure you had shared could be seen on her.
A contrast to your messed-up state.
While propping you up, she lowered you and let you stand, and in a flash of blue in your vision, you were already dressed.
âThat completes the deal, as for my endââ
A tentacle probed into your head, not at all painful, yet there was a strangeness to it that you couldnât put your finger on. As it reached a part of your mind, you saw images, information engraved directly into your memories. It felt like an eternity before she released her hold on you, and when she did, the room has returned to its prior state, no trace of the maze in sight.
âHuhâŠ?â You mumble, dumbfounded. âDid no one see that, or was that just aââ
âDream? Of course not, they have been pretty busy, I might add, but they canât reach both of us in the corner of an ever-shifting maze. I would estimate it will take them around a century to find the exit, if they keep searching the entire time,â Shalom smiled at your dumbfounded expression, âDonât worry, once you open that door, theyâll be transported back somewhere in this building. After all, I want you to be able to come back here without suffering any consequence, butâŠâ
Her smile turns hungry.
âCome back in time, otherwise, youâll be in for quite an amusing experience, alright?â
I'm starting over with the Alpha Arlecchino fic because I realized that my original plan was to make it sweet and loving... the bed was only supposed to shake, not break...
No reply, the weight of the taller body didn't even shift.
"Chelsea"
Eirene tried again, this time louder. But the one countess who somehow managed to fit most of her body on top with only her legs sprawled horizontally across the queen sized bed.
"Chelsea!"
"...mmm?"
Finally, the countess seemed to be waking. Eirene let out a small sigh of relief that the other is still alive and only sleeps like dead.
"You're heavy. I can't breathe."
Eirene hissed from underneath the latter while trying to wiggle free from the sleeping death grip of Chelsea who was holding on like if her life depended on it.
"Lies... You luv my weight on topw"
Half asleep reply came from Chelsea who was nuzzling more into her shoulder to go back to sleep.
"You have five more minutes. Then I'm shaking you off and I won't care if you fall off the bed."
Eirene grumbled, but wrapped her arms around the latter anyway to make sure that the countess won't fall off before the five minutes are up.
Surprisingly only four minutes later did Chelsea indeed start to wiggle free from her hold.
"Five minutes is almost up, dear. Or are you disappointed in the fact you gave Yourself only five more minutes to enjoy my body against yours?"
Even half awake Chelsea managed to start getting under her skin. Sitting up after the countess finally moved off her, Eirene let out a small grumble at the feeling of her stiff muscles while leaning against the beds' headboard.
"Don't flatter yourself so much. Narcissism doesn't suit you as much as others tell you."
Heterochromic eyes met the half closed cat like one's. Chelsea tried her best to seem threatening with a smirk about to break through.
"I'm not as full of myself as you we- Hey!"
Her sentence was cut short by Eirene who pulled her closer by her tank top that left very little for her to imagine and even less to cover results of last night.
There it was, another gem animal on her table. If this wasn't a common occurrence, Eirene would've thought it was from Chief or maybe some other admirer trying to catch her attention with expensive gems. But she already knew who left it here and why. Despite how rough their relationship started, she still found herself enjoying the presence of the countess.
Being sure that no one was around to see, Eirene brought the small gem panther to her lips to kiss the top of its head.
"Still trying to impress me, aren't you my tigress? I thought we already established that there's no point."
She muttered against the gem panther before walking over to a shelf where she securely placed each and every gem animal Chelsea gifted her.
Chief doesn't wake up and it's just skrunkie living in denial? Trying to hold on whatever remaining feeling of shackles she has while refusing to accept chief died? All while Hella, Lynn and even NG are simply trying to keep her from completely spiraling and losing herself completely?
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