You are the daughter of Lucan. Instead of only sending Nolan both him and Lucan were sent to earth on the same mission. Create offspring with the subspecies of Humans.
Lucan would have never expected the day the mighty race would fall. The powerful falling out of the sky like flies. The virus that started it all. It was an ant at the beginning, getting some of the children sick. No one batted an eye. “If they are too weak to fight off a simple cold. They were not meant for our Empire.”
That was the end of the conversation. Unbeknownst to them, the virus grows right alongside them. Having changed and developing into something new each time it killed.
It was such a simple thing that they could have prevented it if they looked past the surface. If they cared a little more for the children in their care. They could have stopped it in no time. Thaedus knew they wouldn’t care enough. He had given them a chance. But by now it was too late.
Lucan was taking his lessons seriously. Not a single wrong answer would be accepted. Punishment would be swift. Without mercy. Before he could dismiss the class one of the kids started to cough. And rather unpleasantly so. It was a deep rumble, it sounded like there was fluid trapped in his chest cavity. “Is there something wrong? Was the beating too much for you?”
The teen was quick to say “No Sir.” But blood started to come out from his mouth. Lucan didn’t think of it much. He would send him to the labs after he was finished. That was his goal anyways. Before he could go back to speaking the teen started to bleed from his eyes dropping to the ground with a loud thud. He wasn’t the only one, soon others started to have the same symptoms.
It didn’t take Lucan long before he realised that it was contagious. He ran towards the doors of his classroom. And that is when he saw the tetraspry. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How could this have happened? The usual sounds of orderly society. Was now screams of the terrorized Vultrimates.
It was soon called the Scourge Virus. It wasn’t long before Lucan contracted the virus. He didn’t know if he would survive the virus. He wanted to keep fighting for the empire. All his hard work because nothing as he laid sick on the coat. He only thought about how he wasn’t able to give his genes to the younger generation. His eyes slowly closed as he drifted. It took him a few weeks before he was not bed ridded. He and a handful of others were able to keep on their feet.
It was an Order. Both Nolan and himself would be sent to the planet called Earth on the same mission. To see if they can breed with the population on the planet. It didn’t take them long to reach the planet. It was indeed smaller than they had aspected.
“We should stay close together, we don’t know what threats they have on their planet.” Nolan said simply not to destroy their mission. Lucan gave a brief head nod as they began to land. In the time it took them to infiltrate the planet was rather easy.
Finding the perfect woman would be simple. Strong willed and intelligent to the highest degree. Both Nolan and Lucan agreed to settle in the same neighborhood.
Debbie and Miranda simply the better choices that they could find. It didn’t take them long to get along with each other. Both women have the same hobbies and joys. It was too easy for Lucan to fumble over his feet for his wife. He didn’t even notice how she slowly started to eat away at the coldness in his heart. And unfortunately Nolan felt the same way for Debbie.
Debbie was the first to become pregnant between the two. Nolan boosted about it over a bottle of beer with Lucan. “Oh man, I knew I would bet you to the punch.” Nolan said happily as he took the bottle back. Lucan grumbled, not happy that he lost the beat. They were being intimate every night. He honestly was getting worried that he picked a bad egg. They were in early May when Nolan received the news from Debbie.
January was their due date for the child. On the 22nd they had a baby boy. Luckily before Mark started to learn to Babble Lucan had received the news that they would be having a child. She was due in December, a bit later than he wanted but still he would be one step closer to completing their mission.
After you were born that’s when everything changed for him. How small you were, the way you would hold onto his hands so tightly. He felt something change for him. He became a girl's dad just like that. Playing dress up and Princess. Tea parties were your favorite things to do with your dad.
Debbie said that Mark and (y/n) should have play dates together. And that is how you became best friends with your next door neighbor.
The summer nights and early winter mornings were spent together. Playing outside on the swingset in your backyard, Tea parties under your apple tree. Star gazing in Mark's treehouse he begged his dad to make him one summer. Spend your time in daycare together like it would be the last time you would see each other. Until it seemed like it was true. Mark will start school next month.
“What is school?” You asked your mom. “It is a place where you go to learn about the world and a place where you can grow.” Smiling at you but her eyes did not reach her eyes.
“Can I go with Mark?” Her smile faltered slightly. “No my love, you aren’t old enough to attend this year.” Tears swelled up in your eyes. A fit was soon to come if she could not midgate the problem.
Lucan came to scoop you up into his strong arms. “Why are you crying for sweetheart?” You explained with hiccups in between each sentence. “You have always been a bright child, maybe we can get you in an early start program.”
It did not take you long with the paperwork. You were indeed smart. Smarter than most of the kids your age. Why haven’t they noticed it more? Maybe it was all of the tea parties. After a week after Mark started school you were to be sat right next to him on the carpet. It stayed that way for every year of elementary school. Hanging out at lunch and recess together. Playing Sharks in the meadow with all of the kids in school.
When middle school came around. Your classes were more spread out from one another. Only sharing English, Japanese, Lunch and Marine Biology together. Mark was never good at Math but you were in advanced classes for everything else. Your intellected showed through your childhood.
‘Mark, why do you hang out with her? She seems a bit above your social class.’ One of his ‘nerd’ friends asked. Mark didn’t understand why him saying that made his chest feel heavy. “She is my best friend, we grew up together. (y/n) lives next door.” The whole table exploded with kissing sounds and laughter.
Mark blushed as he picked around his lunch his mother packed him. Wishing he could disappear underneath the table. She is above me in talent isn’t she? That won’t stop me from being her friend. She even reads my comics. He stepped inside of his house, (y/n) told him not to wait for her after school today. She had to help the teacher grade some papers for extra credit. Her birthday is coming up. I wonder if she’ll like the gift I bought her.
It was gently wrapped up into a cute pink and green design that mom helped me pick out. Laying on his bed as Mark thought about her. My heart is beating so loudly today. Closing his eyes as he imagined how happy she would be.
The feeling only grew louder in the years to follow. Having his heart pump out of his chest. He prayed that you couldn’t hear it when he was next you in school, at his house for dinners. When the two of you would study together at the library. It was becoming too much at a certain point when you would bend your shoulders forward so he could see down your shirt. Your chest was starting to swell with heavy mounds.
Mark couldn’t help the images that popped into his head. God he wanted to feel them in his hands. When you would hug Mark goodbye, your supple breast would squish into his lean chest. He would wrap his hands around you not touching your heavy bottom but just above. His night now consisted of jerking his cock at the thought of your body. Soon his hand wasn’t enough, it could never be enough.
He bought a stroker with the money he made from working at Burger Mart. He could manage his feelings for you this way he thought. He hoped he could. He knew his toy would not sedate him for long.
His toy had rips in it because he wasn’t playing nice with it. His lust to be in you was immense. He would imagine giving you creampie after creampie. He couldn’t think while he was at work. While he was taking a test at school. He absolutely failed it. You checked up on him at lunch like you normally did.
“Mark is everything alright?” Your cute pink hoodie you had on was his favorite. It showed off your breast in a faltering way. God he had a boner. “Why wouldn’t I be” he said sweetly. “Well I haven't been seeing you at the library recently.” William did the talking for him. “Seems like he’s having a Hard time communicating with you. I wonder what could be making Mark Nuts.”
Mark's heart picked up again and his face flushed a deep red. “Are you sick Mark?” You asked, touching his face with both of your hands. He was burning up. “Nnno I am not sick at all. Just been trying out working out at the school gym.”
What he said wasn’t a lie, his dad gave him the we are Viltrumites talk to him. So he has been spreading his usually reading time with you at the gym.
“Oh well why didn’t you say so dummy!” You said smiling happily unaware of what you do to him. “I would be happy to join you if you wouldn’t mind. I have been gaining some more weight and I think it’ll do me some good.” You looked up into his eyes while talking. Mark had noticed the weight gain, you loved chocolate and anything sweet.
He was most definitely not the cause of it…. right. He was the reason, he always brought freshed baked goods from his mom over to your house as often as possible.
His cock throbbed at the idea of seeing you wearing tight workout fits. How you would make a whimpering sound from working out. God he could take it anymore. “I’ll see you after school then!” Was all that Mark said as he ran away to go find a bathroom.
“William, am I doing something wrong?” You were defeated with how short your conversation was. “I honestly think you both are not doing something right.” Was all he said as you both started to walk in the opposite direction to your next class.
Mark made fast work of his pants when he closed the stall. He would be late for class but he couldn’t help it. Luckily no one was in the bathroom when he started. He spit on his hand as he brought it down to his hard cock. It was nearly an angry red at the tip. The first stroke of his hand was from the tip to the base of his cock. He tried to keep his voice down while he pumped faster.
The sound of it was sleek and just audible enough for only him to hear. He couldn’t wait to see you in the tight trannier fit you had. It clinged to your body like it was made of it. Your breast would spill out slightly so he would catch small glimpses of your aerolas. God he was close. He wished he could have you titty fuck him. He’d cry if you’d suck on the tip while you did it.
Porn or hentai wasn’t enough, his hand wasn’t, his stroker. He imagined the way your face would look like when you would beg him to cum on your tits. He busted all on the floor and hit the ceiling. God he could hold out he didn’t know what was wrong with himself. And like clock work the bell rang.
After school workout sessions was where Mark would try his hardest to get his nasty thoughts about you out of his head. He knew how some of the guys and gals at his school would look at you. It left him feeling unhappy, a deep churning feeling in his chest.
He would get his anger out on the equipment. Over the weeks of this repeated activity his muscles became well defined. He knew that he would be able to pick you up easily now with little struggle.
So when he saw you walk in with your Pink and Green trainer on his cock filled with blood. Your under shirt said Oppai on it. He forgot that you were a nerd as well.
Every goan you would make would have him screaming in his head. If this were to be his life of never confessing his feelings to you. He would die. Like usual he caught you bending over to pick up your water bottle in front of him.
Your breast spilling slightly, just enough for him to see the color change of your areolas. Mark mubbled to himself “I wish I wasn't self aware.” As his eyes trailed down your back to the fat of your ass. Lord have mercy. If a god does exist please let me have what I want.
After an intense workout session with you Mark got changed first. Letting you use the bathroom after he jerked off in there. God I'm such a pervert. Then a bright idea popped in his head.
He snuck into the bathroom quietly leaving the door propped. You were in the shower singing. He noticed your cute bear panties. And the matching trainer ones, he would be taking that. It was slightly damp from it being on your core the whole of your workout.
He sniffed it. He wanted to rub it over his cock right here right now. But he heard your singing stop. As you started to turn the water off. He blitzed to the door and gently closed it. Stuffing the underwear into his bookbag.
Both of you decided to head to his house tonight. It's not like you couldn't walk across the street if you so wished. Texting your parents that you would be staying over again at Mark's. Your dad was definitely an overwhelmed presence in your life. Well at least that's what he thought. Your dad didn't like him much. He wasn't sure why.
“Hello Debbie and Nolan.” You said as you walked into the living room, Mark followed behind you. Debbie reached out to give you a hug “(y/n) you haven't been over in a few weeks. Has anything happened recently?” Mark rolled his eyes as he went straight for the fridge. “Mom, what's for dinner? I'm starving.” Mark couldn't smell or see anything prepared in the fridge for bibimbap.
“I'm sorry Mark but Nolan and I are going to get Italian tonight. I already have the reservations.” She smirked at Mark, wiggling her eyebrows. “Are you staying the night (y/n)?” You smiled brightly. “If it is alright with you and Nolan. My parents already gave me approval.”
“Alright, I'll order you guys some pizza.” She smelled and walked over to the house phone. And that was the end of the conversation with Debbie. You said hi to Nolan as he excused Mark and himself.
“Mark, where is this relationship with you and (y/n) going son?” Mark felt his face flush as his dad asked him. “I'm not sure in all honesty Dad. I don't think she is interested in me romantically.” Nolan sighed before opening his mouth again.
"Well I hope you make a move tonight. Your mom and I will be going out to dinner with Lucan and Miranda. Both him and I have agreed to your relationship with each other. So man up. I have already given you the talk, you should be fine.”
He left the conversation with that as Mark looked over at you hugging both of them good night. I got this. It'll be like another night and it's the weekend. I have tonight and tomorrow morning.
His dad is already giving him condoms and lube for any of his night flings. He didn't really believe Mark would ask you out. Let alone sleep with you. Knowing his son all his life, he was quite sky. He'd hope he'd manage holding your hand to sleep.
After they both left, it was just you and Mark. It didn't take long for you both to run back into routine, the pizza got there. Eat, watch a movie, you would drift off to sleep. Mark would turn the movie off and gently picked you up.
Moving you both upstairs. You would wake up slightly when he would put you in bed. “I gotta pee.” You said like clockwork and moved to the bathroom with your sleepover bag you would keep over here. Coming out in shorts that barely covered your ass and a tank top that would squeeze your breasts together.
“(y/n), could I talk to you before we go to sleep?” Was all that Mark has said. He sounded scared and tired. Was he gonna tell you that we were getting too big for sleep overs and he needed space? You sat next to him in the middle of the bed.
“I haven't had the confidence to say this to you. I honestly never would have but I have been given a creative push by those around me. (y/n), would you maybe want to make our relationship official and be a couple? I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since we were children. Please let me have the opportunity to love you openly.”
He didn't wait for a response before he kissed you. Slowly pushing his lips into you. He didn't feel you responded back to his kiss. He was gonna pull away and apologize. Until you felt you gently kiss back.
Your beautiful hands crest his face. Pulling away with your face radiating heat. Your heart beating out of your chest. “Mark, I'm so happy you feel the same way.” Was all you said.
Mark couldn't explain just how he felt. His cock was unbearably hard as he kept his eyes on your lips. “Is it okay if I touch you?” Mark was losing his mind. He wanted to be inside of you. He couldn't wait for a response. He attacked your neck with his lips. It started gentle but his mind was starting to cloud.
He pushed you down on the bed quickly following you down. His body was moving on its own. Hands pulling up the tank top. Your breast fell out with a bounce. Looking you in the eyes he moved his hand to try and fit one in his palm. It spilled out, Mark was gonna die. He greedily put your nipple in his mouth.
“!!mArk please, it feels so good.” You mewled and whimpered praise. His other finger goes towards your other nipple, pinching it while the other lightly pulls with his teeth. Before you knew it Mark's hands were going towards your shorts. Pulling them down with your cute teddy bear panties.
He'd pocket those another time. “God look at you, all wet and puffy. I barely did anything~. I knew you were teasing me on purpose.”
Mark was running on a high. He knew that if he put his cock in he'd come immediately. It was leaking from your cute little pussy to the covers underneath him. He wanted to eat you out but he waited long enough for this moment. He'd have other chances.
His finger started to rub little circles into your clit. “Yes, plEasw give me mooorre.” Bucking your hips so to his fingers. You were gonna cum. “I'm gonnAa.”
Mark chuckle “Go ahead princess cum for me.” and cum you did. Anything you have imagined with him didn't come close.
Restless nights of playing with your clit and fingering yourself at the idea of Mark making you feel this way. You know the gift he got you? It was a big teddy bear, every few nights you would hump it.
Of course you couldn't help it. It smelled like him whenever he would come over. He would lay on it.
Mark reached over for a condom from his dresser. “I'm gonna put it in now.” He put the smooth material over his cock. God it felt so good. He groaned loudly, giving his cock a few pumps.
“Have you done this before?” He motioned to you pussy with his cock gently rubbing up and down on your labia. You felt embarrassed. “I have a dildo I use sometimes. But I have never had sex with anyone.”
Mark smiled sweetly. He was happy that you would be his first and you would be his. He put your legs around his waist as he started to push in.
“AhM you feel so good.” Mark was barely half way in but you could feel every inch. His was thicker than your dildo. The stretch was immense. He started the pace soft at first. Kissing you gently in-between his hip thrust. Until at one point he couldn't take it. He slid out to his tip and slammed into your poor cervix.
The loud moan you let was his breaking point. Over and over his pace roughened to a quick slaughter on your gummy walls. “Ahhha, does this feel good (y/n)? Do you know how long I've waited for this day?” His voice sounded airy and deep. “I can't live without this… I'm sorry.”
Was all he said before he put his hands under your knees and hiked them down into your chest. “I need to feel you deeper.” Mark's glazed over eyes were on your tear stained face. He couldn't help but be mean when you looked so cute.
You could feel him in your lower stomach. It was starting to become too much. And too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. “mArrk, itzz toomucchh. I'm gonnna CuMm.” It hits you like a freight train. He didn't slow down, he made you ride out your orgasm. Your hips started to pull back from his legs.
“Don't run away sweetheart, we just have gotten started.” His smile was nothing you have seen before. His eyes were so intense. What have you gotten yourself into?
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The endless reflection of the mirror room didn’t just multiply Jiji’s face; it multiplied the claustrophobia. It multiplied the dread.
It multiplied every awful feeling that surrounded you and consumed you in that place.
In every direction, thousands of versions of him held thousands of versions of you, creating a seamless, terrifying horizon of your own hopeless captivity.
As the days—or what felt like days—bled together, that initial desperate panic you’d felt began to numb until you felt like a ghost in your own body.
And as you grew quieter, Jiji’s delusion didn’t stabilize; it mutated. The bright, lopsided grin of the boy you used to know was entirely gone, replaced by a restless, hyper-vigilant intensity.
He was unraveling in the very paradise he had constructed for you. He treated you like glass, but glass he was entirely willing to shatter if it meant you wouldn’t slip through his fingers.
That was perhaps the most terrifying part of all of this. That, even if he claimed to love you, he would so easily, quite happily, hurt you, if it meant he could get what he wanted.
He would spend hours braiding your hair, his hands trembling slightly, whispering apologies for how rough he had been when he pinned you against the station wall.
"I didn't mean to squeeze your wrists so hard," he would murmur, pressing his lips to the faint, fading bruises. "You just...you make me crazy when you run, [Y/N]. You know I only did it to keep you safe. If you just stop trying to leave, I’ll never have to hold you like that again. Promise."
But the moment you pulled away, even a fraction, the tenderness evaporated. If you stared at a mirror for too long, trying to find a flaw in the glass, he would suddenly grab your face, forcing your gaze back to him.
"What are you looking for?" his voice would drop, losing all its warmth, his pupils dilating into sharp, dark points. "An exit? There isn't one. I told you. Are you looking for him? Is that it? You think he’s going to break through the glass like some kind of hero?"
Jiji would shake you, just enough to make your teeth click, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "He doesn't care about you. He’s out there with Momo. They forgot about you the second the doors closed. I’m the only one who stayed. I'm the only one who loves you!"
Then, seeing the terror in your eyes, he would break down, burying his face in your lap, weeping violently and begging you not to hate him. Again and again, over and over.
It was an exhausting, inescapable cycle. He was losing his grip on reality, and he was dragging you down with him.
…
To understand how someone like Jiji could become this kind of terrifying creature, it was necessary to look back in time…
Jiji had loved you since the beginning. It wasn't the loud, theatrical affection he threw around to mask his insecurities; it was a heavy, consuming thing.
For months, he had played the role of the loud, goofy childhood friend, the reliable comic relief, because he thought it was the only way to keep you close. He forced himself to be loud so you wouldn't hear how fast his heart beat when you leaned against him.
And then, Okarun happened.
In reality, your bond with Okarun was built on shared trauma, survival, and a deep, platonic camaraderie. It was hard to find fellow humans who understood you so well, but Okarun was that rare kind of person.
You looked to him because he understood the supernatural madness tearing your lives apart. You didn't love him romantically. It was a different kind of affection.
But to Jiji’s fragile, deeply insecure ego, every look, every whispered plan, and every brush of your shoulders with Okarun was a trial by fire.
Jiji’s mind, poisoned by jealousy, began to distort every memory. Nothing was sacred.
When you laughed at Okarun’s awkward stuttering, Jiji didn’t see friend-to-friend reassurance. He saw a secret language he was locked out of. Something he wasn’t allowed to be a part of.
Every time Okarun stepped up to fight an alien or a spirit, Jiji felt a visceral, sickening wave of inadequacy. Why is it always him? Why does she look at him like he’s the savior?
The day Jiji truly lost it was a week before you got trapped. You had been hurt in a skirmish, a minor scrape on your cheek. Okarun had handed you a tissue, looking worried. You had smiled up at him—a tired, grateful smile.
Jiji, watching from the doorway, felt something physically snap in his brain.
She never looks at me like that. I crack jokes, I act an idiot to make her happy, and she looks right through me. But he does the bare minimum, and she looks at him like he’s her entire world.
From that moment on, Jiji’s internal monologue was a relentless, frantic, paranoid loop.
Every time he saw you and Okarun in the same room, his blood boiled. He would feel a physical phantom itch under his skin, a desperate urge to physically wedge himself between you two, to scream at Okarun to get away from what belonged to him.
He started staying up at night, staring at the ceiling, convincing himself that Okarun was actively trying to steal you away, that everyone was laughing at "good old, harmless Jiji" behind his back.
When the ghost station trapped you both, Jiji didn't see a curse. He saw a miracle. He saw a clean slate where Okarun didn't exist.
…
Back in the mirror room, Jiji was currently resting his head on your chest, listening to your erratic heartbeat. His eyes were wide open, staring at one of the infinite reflections of you both.
"You know," he whispered, his voice dangerously serene, "I used to hate myself. I used to hate that I wasn't enough for you. But this place...it showed me the truth. You just needed to be isolated from the noise. Out there, everyone was poisoning your mind, making you think you needed him."
His hands roamed over you like he was staking claim, sliding a little under your clothes as they ventured over your body. He had never gone so far as to take all of you, but the worst part about being touched like this was knowing that he could.
In here, in this cage, Jiji could do anything he desired.
He sat up suddenly, his fingers gripping your jaw with that terrifying strength, forcing you to look at the mirror.
"Look at us, [Y/N]. Just look. There's no Okarun here. No Momo. No ghosts. Just me. Forever."
You looked into the mirror like he wanted, but with no joy, no love. Just eyes hollow and brimming with tears.
In the reflection, Jiji leaned in, kissing your cheek with a soft, reverent sigh, completely blind to your despair. Or perhaps he could see it clearly, but nevertheless chose to ignore it, accept it.
He was entirely, beautifully, and irreversibly insane—and in his mind, you were finally exactly where you belonged.
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