[Minors DNI]
(Canvas!Verso/Reader) Prompt: Somnophilia Warnings: This one is dark - Non-con, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior Rating: E (18+) Word Count: 1725
Verso had never slept. He'd tried, of course, and he'd pretended, certainly. But he'd never slept.
Verso was sure now he didn't know how to sleep, and for many years he hadn’t understood the appeal.
Now he was old, and tired, and the thought of not being aware, for any length of time, was a soothing but unreachable wish.
He was especially jealous when he had to watch, and wait, for others to sleep. It was always like that, when he chose to follow an expedition along their way. They'd make camp, and at a certain point, no matter how hard Verso tried, they all eventually fell asleep. And they stayed asleep too. Verso had tried all manner of tricks to wake them, and they never did.
Then you had come. Part of the latest expedition, and he found himself wondering if he'd really tried everything he could.
You slept soundly, your face peaceful, and he knew you were the only one who wasn't suffering the same nightmares everyone else was mired with.
The look on your face made him want to consume you - made him want to cut you open and crawl inside. The image he had in his mind of it made him nervous. Verso could hardly stand to be around you when you were awake, but asleep? He watched you all night long.
Recently he'd gotten brave enough to touch you. He'd trace patterns over your warm skin, gently fix your mussed hair, or, and he felt especially ashamed of this, he'd undress you just to watch your skin glow under the bright moonlight.
And he'd get hard, inevitably, when he did. And another sinister thought would whisper into his ear, and he knew he would fold to it as well.
At first, he'd just enjoy the feeling of getting hard again. He hadn't felt arousal since the early days of the expeditions. After a while he started to take himself in hand, and pump furiously to a messy orgasm he hid in the grass and dirt. Eventually he painted different parts of your body with his spend. Seeing you glistening in his pearlescence in the moonlight always made him hard again. He'd cum on your face, across your tits, over your stomach, and down your thighs.
Verso would stare at you, transfixed, until the waning moonlight told him it was time to clean you up, and dress you again.
You were too precious to him yet to ruin the façade he held now.
But he was growing bold.
You and your group had just come back from a hard fight. Verso's heart swelled with hope that you might be the ones to break his curse. You'd been so tired you went to sleep long before the clearing made you, and your compatriots joined you.
Verso wondered if you'd done it on purpose - if you knew about his nightly ventures and wanted to dare him to do more.
He looked down at you, separated from the group, and crouched to inspect your face. You hadn't even bathed before going to bed. You'd simply walked into camp, made some noise about defeating a horrible monster, and passed out on the ground.
Verso pushed your hair from where it was sticking against your forehead. Then he leaned in and kissed you. You tasted like salt and dirt and the sweet fruit that you sometimes smelled like on clear days.
You didn't stir at his touch. You didn't do anything to indicate you were responding to him at all. It was a dangerous game he played now. The moon was not yet set in its spot in the sky. There was every chance you could awaken, or anyone else in the expedition.
The thought made a thrill run down Verso's spine all the way to his cock.
He had to wait. He reasoned with himself. With some great struggle he had to wait until there was a guarantee of safety. In the meantime, he had to pull himself away from you. He could pace somewhere else and think of all the things he wanted to do to your body. The moon would settle soon enough.
And settle it did, in its own unending amount of time later.
Verso returned to your body. You were still lying there. You were still separated from the rest of the expedition. You were still his to do with as he liked.
He started by taking your clothes off. You were so malleable in your sleep, and war-forged into a perfect shape. He didn’t regret all the nights he just stared at you without doing anything else. You were beautiful, especially under the moon.
Verso trailed his rough and calloused hands over your soft skin. You were warm, even when he was exposing you to the cool night air. You’d stay warm all night. Then he worried his lip with his teeth, threw a cautious look over his shoulder, and moved to straddle you.
He rested his hips over yours easily. He trailed his hands over your breasts and across your ribs. He tweaked at your nipples and pulled at your skin. His mouth watered as he pictured your skin littered with his bruises. He wasn’t so bold yet.
He trailed his dominant hand over your throat and applied some pressure. You didn’t even flinch. He held you like that for a moment and watched as your brow began to crease. Then he let you go.
He watched your chest rise and fall for a while.
Verso was straining in his pants. He had been all night. Sometimes he stayed hard all day, even after he orgasmed on your body countless times in the night. He realized, looming over you and grinding his hips against yours, he was obsessed with you.
For a moment he considered eating you out. He wanted to taste you, wanted to get a good look at your sopping cunt. He wanted to burn the image of you bare and vulnerable for him into his mind so he could remember it in the long and lonely years he knew loomed ahead of him.
But Verso was selfish and always had been. He leaned back and moved your legs, so they draped over his thighs. His clothed cock was centimeters away from your pussy and he resisted the urge to rub the front of his pants on you.
He considered that he wasn’t ready to press his chest to yours. He wasn’t ready to hear your soft breathing and feel it tickle against his ear. But he was ready to have you – to start to make you his.
Verso reached into his pants and guided his cock out. He didn’t need to be naked, not when you were doing all the work for him. Plus, it was chilly, and he didn’t want to have to explain the gooseflesh on his skin later to Monoco.
He lifted your legs by hooking his arms under your knees. You were tilted back slightly, and it made your breasts move to accommodate your new center of gravity. Verse reached down and grabbed his hard cock to guide it into your waiting tunnel.
You were dry. Verso frowned but waited a moment. He gathered some spit, aimed, and dropped the glob right onto your clit. He smirked to himself at that, at the way your whole body jolted. You’d been on the continent how many days now? And Verso had not allowed you to cum. He knew after this, looking down at your body while he rubbed his cockhead against your clit to gather some wetness, he’d edge you until you were stupid with arousal.
He would edge you every night after this. Verso didn’t want to see you cum. He wanted to see you be so blinded by arousal that you either died or fucked him willingly.
With that thought, he aimed his cock down to your hole and pressed in. You were a tight fit, almost painfully so. The small amount of lubrication his spit created wasn’t nearly enough.
Verso groaned loudly at the feeling and forced his cock deeper into you. He was thick, and long, he knew from the way he’d gotten complaints before. But you wouldn’t complain. You’d wake up in the morning and you’d be sore from your fight.
Besides, soon enough Verso would make you ache to take him again.
He settled inside you, his hips flush to yours, and marveled at the way your cunt sucked and pulsed at him. You wanted him inside you. Despite the pain, despite the fact you could never know he was there, your body wanted him.
Verso groaned. He could be as loud as he wanted, and he often was, but this was different. Moans and grunts and growls spilled forth form his lips as he drew back and slammed into you again. He set a rough and fast pace, as though it was his own fist he was fucking. But everything felt so, so different. You were warm and tight and all around him. Your body loosened up after a few strokes and he felt the hot embrace of your lubrication begin to seep around his cock and dribble down between your cheeks.
He didn’t last more than a few minutes. He shocked himself that he lasted more than a few seconds. Your painfully tight grip at the beginning had staved off some of his arousal. Not for long though, he thought, as his cock pulsed and twitched as it emptied itself inside you.
Verso pulled out slowly, sensitive, and held your legs apart to watch his cum seep out of you. Your wet pussy glinted and shone in the moonlight, and he felt himself get hard again in an instant.
Verso wondered if you could cum from penetration alone, or if you were one of those types that had to have your clit played with. Given the way it was swollen and flinching against the night air, he hoped you were the type that needed your clit touched. It would make edging you easier, and he wouldn’t have to worry about his own pleasure when he was fucking your brains out all night long.
Verso lined himself up with you again and shoved back in. Maybe he would be sad when you finally died.