“please, .. i'm so close.”
(James & Pyramid Head)
𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
The executioner wheezed, the closest thing James would ever get to hearing it laugh. It's long tongue snaking out of the cage atop it's head and slithering across his cheek like a wet worm. How pathetic it was to open your legs for your own punishment, a self made executioner and yet how delightful the fruits of it's labor were. It's heavy chest pressed against Jame's back, rough hand wrapped around his waist and another tugging his hair back to look at him. It was only here for it's pleasure. Not his.
It's fingers twitched pulling his body closer, spreading his legs wider with it's knee before slamming it's hips back into him at a brutal pace. It's hand moving from his hair to grip his jaws with it's bloodied hands, carnal in everything it did, it owned him. A being brought forth from the depths of his own mind, it knew he was a slave to his own base desires. It's body twitched against him, like something was living under it's skin. It let out a hollow sound, like wind moving through a tunnel. An eerie whistle akin to a moan.
The executioner had it's prize. It'd go through this as many times as it had to and enjoy every minute of pleasure it could rip from him. That is what he was after wasn't it? The entire reason he came here? Maybe he had forgotten. It's heavy cock slipped from James's form as it roughly turned him over to stare up at it. It's hand pressing his legs open again tilting it's head down at him. Watching, waiting for him to beg as it guided the head of it's cock back into him, slowly moving along the shaft. Milking oily precum into him as it watched, utterly amused by how into this James was.
How many times had they done this? It didn't know, but the executioner was more than pleased as it pressed itself back into his body. Warm compared to everything else here. Soft. It thrust itself back deep into his body breathing another unnatural breath. It's tongue dragging itself down his chest as it's sloppy thrusts picked up the pace, it's hands bruising James's hips with shadows of it's finger tips. The executioners from hunched over him, the tip of it's helm pressed against his chest as it panted.
It's hips stuttered to a halt, pressing itself deep into him as it came. Thick, dark ropes that smelled of copper and rust. It didn't stay long, catching it's breath before it pulled itself out and fixed it's apron before grabbing it's knife and walking off again.
