cw: dubious consent from the reader, inhuman/monster genitalia (rerirs)
The dirt dug into your bare back as you writhed under Rerir, his claws have your thighs in a tight grip, breaking skin and making you bleed into the dirt. His dick (?), deep inside you, reaching into places you never even knew were reachable, wriggling and thrusting itself in and out with no movement from Rerir's hips.
You caught a glimpse of it before he forced it in you, it was red, purple, pure black, it looked like several tendrils moving together to create one thick shape— mimicking human sex.
He has your knees almost touching your chest, your skin burned with each movement of his body, folding you tighter and tighter with every pre-cum his 'dick' spilled inside your guts. His tongue pointy and slick as he shoved it down your throat, leaving you compeletly defenseless as he fucks you to his content after your stupidly weak attempt at fighting him.
A muffled cry left you as he finally started moving his 'dick' with his hips, if he was deep and slow before, now he was drilling himself inside you—like he wanted to engrave himself in you, like he was claiming you as his.
Your chest heaved with a need of oxygen as he finally took his tongue out of your mouth, the blood from your thighs trickling down and mixing with Rerir's cum, through your haze you see his pupils dilate at the sight.
Licking his lips, he dragged his claws even further down, making you cry out in pain, his 'dick' throbbing inside you at the sight of you in such a pathetic state. Far removed from the prideful warrior trying to stab through his heart, lying beneath him and taking his cum as he finished inside with a breathless sound.
Your thighs shook in his grip as you came too, bit your lip so hard as to not reward him with a sound, they started to bleed.
"Shut up and take it. You wanted this. You started it, now you'll reap what you sow, and take everything I give you."
cw: dubious consent to filming intimate acts, cannibalism, blood play, shadow hands as shibari, sensory deprivation, breeding kink, the sinner’s cum is acidic and bitter, man handling 🤤🤤🤤🤤
a/n: oh boy.. this is dark and icky :’) GODDESS READER MAKES A RETURN !!!!
Rerir set down the kamera quietly, not gently but with purpose. This moment was what he’d been hinting towards for a few weeks now, your body tied up and at his mercy; barely coherent and covered in his cum. You sat there on the bed already clueless to the horrors he was introduce you to. How he was going to break your spirit and show your worshiping freaks just how air-headed of a goddess you are. “Eyes on me, godling.” Rerir hisses at you, your own hazy eyes slowly turning towards him as if in a trance.
“There we go,” he walks away from the kamera and towards you. “that’s a good pet.” The shadow hands that are coursing on your body and tugging at your sheer clothes begin to reveal fading hickies and scratches.
A crashing of the waves on the shore outside tries to bring you to the surface again but Rerir’s there, not even milliseconds passing between the moment of the kamera placed five feet away from you, and Rerir bending onto his knees to spread apart your thighs. You can feel his hair against your thighs as he inhales deeply, savoring the smell of your body on high alert. his thumb traces over your femoral artery with surgical precision. One of his claws digs in to bring blood to the surface, but just enough for him to get a taste of your saccharine golden blood.
Yet, he pulls away from your trembling body, smiling sinisterly at the way your hips thrust upwards in a poor attempt to place his face where he’s previously spent hours ravish your cunt. A hollow laugh escapes him momentarily, the laughter pauses quickly as he flips you over on to your stomach. A clawed hand comes up to shove your face into the stolen pillows and accommodations.
Things he says he got on the side of the road, and you know better. The animals had told you so, whisperings amongst the birds and the kuuhenki had revealed where exactly the pillow had come from. He’d stolen it in your ‘honor’, a way to keep you comfortable when he’s not hunting the very moon goddess that was your sister in name only.
Your eyes are half-lidded in satisfaction the moment he thrusts into your cunt, a moan of approval falling from your lips when his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck. “Keep swallowing my cock into this messy hole.” A string of saliva slipping from his lips, Reir pulls away from your neck hungrily. He could feel the tremors of your body beginning to subside, something he never planned on letting happen.
His hands grabbed your ankles, lifting up your legs and placing them next to his ears. “Yeah, you like having this stupid cunt bred. I wanna see you leaking and whining for my cum. Archons above, you're so perfect when you take my cock like a slut. Never met a girl as perfect as you, you're literally made for taking me." He spits out, watching your eyes snap open when he ruts in sharply.
Rerir’s hips stall in place, the rhythmic clenching of your body around him is dizzying. His ears perk up when you whine about him being a tease, a wolfish smirk donning itself on his face. Brows raised in amusement when your hips rolled upwards and into his body. He groans, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your warmth. Your ankles lock behind his skull, trapping his body inside yours.
The muscles in Rerir’s stomach tighten as he watches you come undone around his cock, a ring around the base of his shaft as he continues to push you over the edge of overstimulation. Just as his head is thrown back in pleasure one of his shadow hands whips out wildly. The smack of Fontainian equipment on wet shale echoes in the cave that Rerir keeps you locked away in.
Warmth floods through your body as he continues to piston his hips into your spent body. Sweat dripping from places you didn’t even know you could sweat from. “Gonna make sure you’ll never leave me.” Rerir manages to moan out, one of his cloth-bound hands grips your chin and forces your jaw open.
The moment his hips stop you feel his fingers pulling out your tongue, you can feel him place something wet and warm on the top. The tang of acidic blood melts into your throat, shark like fangs grin down at you sadistically when Rerir whispers “Swallow.” And you do, you swallow whatever hellish thing The Sinner has bestowed upon you.
A fizzle settles in your stomach, coursing through your veins and resting around your heart like a vice. Rerir pants in pleasure as he watches your throat bob around his mangled flesh, pink eyes flit over your face as he watches in real time what your brain registers that you’ve eaten.
Your eyes blow wide open, panic setting in as your mind and body try to get you to throw up but it’s no use. Rerir’s palm clamps over your mouth, and you can feel his claws digging into your cheek as his white hair leans down to tickle at your ear. “Now, you’ll never leave me, right? You can feel it,” His other hand comes to settle over your heart, “I own you, you ate part of me.” It’s futile, it’s all pointless. You can never leave his side— not after what he’s put you through and what he’s put in you.
why can straight ships just be “enemies to lovers” or “guy loves his wife a lot” for it to be deemed good and heartbreaking, but gay ships have to be cosmic levels of doomed, implied, subtext for people to even CONSIDER them to be more than friends (but if you dare say they’re dating you’re actually a yaoi fetishist who hates friendship)
Paimon:Who’s ready for an awesome Nod Krai adventure!
Aether:Woohoo! Let’s get this show on the road!
Paimon:With our experience, nothing can stop us now!
One week later
Rerir:*crawling out the ground*
Flins:Ready yourselves.
Paimon:FOR HIM!?
Aether:You know what’s the tragedy in all this? This has escalated so quickly in such a grand way I that I know without a shadow of a doubt, Dainsleif isn’t about to appear and help.
