Got high and suddenly got hit with the urge to write a smut between a vampire queen and a fae warrior queen, who definitely shows her centuries of experience in making people submit 😏
A/N: It’s not exactly nuns, but it’s some kind of priestess, so there’s that.
Repent for your sins
Fem!fae x vampire fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic, bondage, (light) sadomasochism || tw: blood, religious guilt???
You arrived to her church at the time she ordered, your legs shaking and your jacket barely covering your naked body. She was wearing her priestess attire, and you cursed yourself for finding it so arousing. She didn’t have to say anything, her pointy ears twitched a single time before you were on the move, already knowing where she wanted you. She floated behind you, or maybe she walked, but the ethereal air around her body made everything feel… magical.
It took her seconds to have you in position. She tied you to a cross, your arms and legs fully apart while she checked you up and down. The smirk on her lips talked of promised sins, and you couldn’t wait. She walked around you, not saying anything, not touching anything, just building the anticipation while you tried not to shiver under her molten eyes. The charm of her aura was intoxicating, and with each passing second, her fae nature made her smell stronger, hunger prickling inside of you.
The soft plea that left your lips only amused her, but got you what you wanted: her hands on you. She wasn’t soft. She wasn’t careful. Her nails left traces of blood on her path, and her bites were painful and drawing blood at parts. You craved it. You needed it. She pinched, groped, and slowly tortured your sinful body while her soft-spoken prayers surrounded the room in an aura of mysticism.
By the time her hand found your soaked pussy, you were ready to beg. “Please, goddess,” you whispered, blood tears falling down your cheeks while you stared at the priestess of your dreams. You wanted to be good for her. Good to her. You wanted her to have every part of your soul. To own you. To do everything she wanted with you.
“My blood would fill your insides, and you will repent,” she pronounced very slowly, her hand still playing with your clit. You opened your mouth, wanting to beg, but you were just answered by spit. Directly onto your tongue. The whole thing was so hot you moaned out loud, swallowing compulsively while she smirked down at you. The ethereal glow around her fae body shining brighter than the sun, making your eyes water while she continued her slow torture on your pussy.
She approached her own wrist to her mouth, and with a carefully planned bite, blood was running down her arm. She pushed it up, until it was right on top of your head, and you opened your mouth wide, trying to catch it. It was making a mess all over your face and chest, but you didn’t care about it. She tasted like ambrosia. You needed more. You needed all.
And the second the words “repent for your sins” left her mouth, you were shaking on your restrains, your whole body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your mouth was open wide, and her blood was still dripping down your chin. The whole thing was so filthy, you couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore.
“I repent,” you whispered when your consciousness came back to your body. She helped you off the cross, rubbing balm against your sore extremities and kissing your forehead, blood still covering your front.
Well, the new blog is out with my first post being a mostly sfw werewolf x reader. If you want to check it out, you can find it at @making-the-crypt-rock .
The page is going to be all wlw/nblw type stories, and yes, it's going to be primarily monster fics. Since the first post isn't smut, I'm going to keep it just to that blog, but I will be reblogging the smut pieces to this account.
Allie couldn't believe she hadn't flaked out of today's shift, knowing that that worm lady would probably come fetch her for their date any moment now. But here she was. She'd agreed to take the night shift for the whole week back when her boss asked for it, and she was asked because they had nobody else but Jeremy available - and Jeremy had debated himself different schedules yesterday morning because he wasn't willing to screw up his sleeping schedule. He was much ballsier than Allie, for sure. She couldn't have brought herself to go to their boss' face and also ask to reschedule right after Jeremy. So she'd resigned herself to this fate.
Technically, she could be called the ballsy one here. While Jeremy got to spend time with his (presumably) perfectly ordinary boyfriend, Allie would be meeting some worm monstrosity late at night, alone. Her mouth felt dry as she sat behind the counter, not even feeling like mopping or anything. The crew that had come during the day had unfortunately been subjected to Margaretta's whole worm takeover in the freezer. She wasn't sure how well they'd handled it. She didn't feel like going to check. She anxiously awaited for her escort, watching the clock every few minutes, sitting on her ass. Because if there was something scheduled for soon, but not now, she couldn't bring herself to mentally start any other task. Especially not with this kind of thing approaching. Oh God.
She bounced her leg. Despite the completely wacky situation, she had actually showered before coming to work, done her hair like, at least a little decently, and put on nicer clothes. She had a hoodie that when open, passed more for a jacket, than something a lazy person would lounge in all the time because it's comfy. And one of her favorite shirts, the one with a print of a honeybee, captioned "Honey-beeyatch". Since she already kinda agreed to this whole thing, intentionally or not, might as well, right? As batshit as it felt to go on a date with a worm person, it would've felt just as ridiculous to, you know, not. If you get invited out by an otherworldly monstrosity, how are you supposed to just walk away from that, huh? Aren't you curious? Wouldn't you wanna know what lies beyond the ordinary? Could you live with yourself, and the questions never to be answered?
Besides, it was possible that if she flaked out on their date, Allie would be hunted down by some very angry worms. She didn't want that. Even if she did end up killed during the date, at least she was going out with style. At least she did something interesting in her life.
Style. Allie looked at her shirt. Would the joke land, with a worm person? Was it stupid? It was stupid. Goddammit. She sighed heavily and faceplanted onto the counter. This was her life now, huh? There was a knock on the door to the kitchen. From the inside, of course. Allie jolted up, clumsily searching up her bag in her hand, which she hadn't left any further than arm's reach. She swallowed, mouth not feeling any less dry.
"Miss Allie..?" a familiar voice gurgled from behind the door. She was really here. Allie took a deep breath, collected whatever composure she still had, and walked in to open the door.
"Heyyyyy Margeeee..." Allie slipped out, giving her awkward finger guns as she'd gotten the door open. She wanted to facepalm at herself but she didn't do too well under pressure. Not socially, at least. Maybe worms had different ideas about what's lame and what isn't. Suddenly she felt curious about that thought. Margaretta giggled, hicking a little. "Awh oh my, you charmer, giving me nicknames already? That's quite bold of you.." she said, holding her cheek shyly. Madame Wormstress had oddly humanlike mannerisms, now that she thought about it. Or maybe just some of it, they'd just met like yesterday, who knows what else she'd learn about this strange lady.
"Ah well, I mean.. It's not everyday you get to go on a date with a worm, right? Not for me at least, I dunno how.. Common that is for.. You" Allie scratched the back of her palm. "Oh well my love life hasn't been too exciting as of late.. I mostly interact with my personal community, whenever I roam human lands I tend to be warded off rather than helped like you did.." Margaretta twirled her bow - an accessory Allie now noticed. It was kinda cute... And made of skin. Okay.
But that did explain why she hadn't come through the front door of the gas station in the first place, even if she knew the place to be unoccupied. Or maybe it was common stuff for monsters to just not come in through the front door, that could be really risky. "Right.." Allie felt awkward at the fact that in the end, she hadn't even intentionally pulled Margaretta out of the junk. She'd been startled, but man if she didn't have some strength when startled, apparently..
"Shall we be off then?" Margaretta asked, perking up. She offered her arm to hold, in a sort of chivalrous way. Allie's heart jumped at whether or not she'd dare to take the arm, but figuring she shouldn't be rude, she placed her hand on it ever so lightly. It was covered in a thick layer of mucus. She made an awkward little chortle, shuddering at the sensation. Ever hold a raw fish? It's like that, but flabby. "Wow you uh.. You're moist, aren't you?" Allie noted half aloud as they walked through the kitchen and backrooms, all the way to the backdoor, left ajar by a few impressively strong worms that held it parted. Margaretta squirmed, pleased to hear it apparently. "Oh well it's just a little something for the date, it's been so long I thought I'd pretty up a bit, you know?" she narrated as they stepped out into the dark night. Allie had literally no clue where they'd be going, this gas station was by a highway, the backdoor led to the middle of nowhere. Factory sites, maybe?
Pretty up, huh? She stroked her fingers along Margarettas slimy skin. Was that.. A thing, for worms? Surely, this was something that was considered, like, attractive, in the worm world. Makes sense obviously. That's kinda neat. "Ahh.. Right. Uh well it's-it's very.." Allie grasped at straws. ".. Viscous..." she finally came up with. Margaretta hummed, tilting her headworm to Allie's direction. It was a bit too dark to tell, but she figured that was a positive reaction, based on her tone of voice.
"Woah wait, where are we?" Allie snapped out of her thoughts, feeling like she'd woken up from a dream, as the landscape suddenly looked way different. Did Margaretta have some worm toxins on her skin, or did they teleport? Or did Allie just not know her home town as well as she thought..
"Oh i thought we could go on a nice little picnic out here, isn't it just beautiful? The soggy ground, lush plantation, damp air.. There's not even that many flies here currently, it's hunting season for the local spiders. See I don't like very much noise or air vibration, makes it much harder to perceive things you know.." Margaretta explained as if this was a great spot to literally sit on the ground. Maybe for a worm, but Allie wasn't very happy about her good jeans potentially getting muddy. She gritted her teeth. "Ahmm that's neat, where did you plan for us to sit..?" Margaretta wiggled the lower half of her body - the worm part, around to feel the environment. She didn't see very well, did she? Allie looked into her empty eyesockets and felt her stomach turn. Was the humanoid body just a vessel for the worm parts to use? It was full of holes on the torso, and Allie felt a little lightheaded upon seeing the smallest hint of a maggot clearly move under there. She suddenly didn't feel too confident about holding onto Margarettas arm anymore.
As the worm lady settled comfortably on the ground, making lots of sloshing sounds, Allie still stood there, sneakers wet. Welp. She took off her hoodie, beginning to place it down on the grimy ground, but Margaretta stopped her. "Hey now don't ruin your lovely jacket!" she exclaimed with pity in her voice. Allie paused. "Hey so, this place is real cool, but like. Humans kinda don't naturally gravitate to, like, the wet and grimy..?" she explained awkwardly. "I'm sorry, really, but like, my clothes are gonna get wet and then I'd probably be cold.." she stuttered, hoping this wasn't offending Margaretta. The worm looked a bit melancholic, as if realizing that too, only now. "Oh dear, how inconsiderate of me.. No wonder the insides of your nests are all smooth surfaced and dry. They're so terribly open and bright.." she mused quietly, pondering. She scrunched her humanoid face with her claws for a bit. "Well, would sitting on my tail be any better..?" Margaretta asked unsurely. Allie looked over the long, line covered form sprawled out on the ground around her. So it was either slimy or wet. Her two options. She huffed in grim amusement at her ridiculous scenario.
"So like I'd be sitting on your lap on the first date, pretty much, huh? I guess that's better than the soaked moss.." Allie quipped, making Margaretta vibrate strangely. That was odd. Allie felt dumb about the comment for a second. "Krhm, sorry.."
Margaretta groaned in a squeaky voice. "No no, I'm sorry, I should've gotten to know you better ahead of time, I was so jazzed for our date that I completely forgot to consider what humans are like.." she sighed. Allie bit her lip. "Ohh, no it's.. It's okay, why don't we just..." she trailed off, not even knowing what to suggest. "Um well hey, you brought the food, right? I'll just stand for now, I guess, but you could introduce the menu for me?" she suggested, trying to salvage the situation. Margaretta huffed pointedly, getting up from the comfy spread she'd settled into. "Well I won't just lay around then, if you have to stand up, I'll stand up too! This is no way to treat such a charming and considerate human!" she exclaimed, beginning to take out a bag that Allie didn't even know she had until now. Her heart was a little warmed by her sentiment, in all honesty, it was very adorable of the worm. "Thanks but, you don't have to feel like, indebted to me or anything.." Allie replied but it got lost in her looking at what the maggoty maiden pulled out of her bag. One box, one bottle, two cups, and several thick slabs of raw meat. "Woah, what's in the box?" she asked as Margaretta set down the bottle and cups for now. "Ah, it's dessert. No sweets before dinner!" she replied in a bubbly manner. Allie couldn't help a smile. Then she realized that dinner was probably meant to be those fat honks of raw meat. "Oh uh, is that, dinner then? Like, uncooked..?" she asked hesitantly, really wishing Margaretta wouldn't get more upset at this. ".. Yes? Humans are omnivores, correct?" the worm asked, confused. Allie sucked in air through her teeth. "Umm yes but see.. It's not really safe to eat raw meat.. For us.. Maybe if it was dried and salted?" she explained, hating the look of disappointment on her date's face.
"Oh." Margaretta deflated. Allie fidgeted with the edge of her hoodie. The maggot lady perked up again, looking almost frustrated, but determined. "Alright well, dessert it is then, this has to be human safe, I got it as leftovers from a very knowledgeable monster who has raised multiple! It's even in a box, untouched by maggots!" she said, opening the little plastic container and handing it to Allie. Her eyes lit up upon realizing what it was. "Wait no way is this blueberry pie??" she exclaimed in disbelief. Allie took out a slice once Margaretta nodded firmly, a big smile spreading on her face. "Yo I haven't eaten this in so long, my grandma used to make it.." she examined the slice, just in case, rotating it in her hand. It looked legit, if not sat in the box for a bit. It was still fresh enough to eat for sure, Allie had had worse from the back of her fridge..
The picnic went fine, even standing. Allie scarfed down the blueberry pie by herself (feeling a tad bit guilty, although her date insisted she eat it by herself for fairness' sake), and Margaretta consuming parts of the meat by herself and other parts feeding to - what Allie had guessed correctly, maggots living inside her torso. Maybe it was like symbiosis. Or her babies. Nature is weird anyway. Allie had talked about her grandma more extensively, because of the blueberry pie of course. Margaretta had taken a big interest in humans, which in this case involved alot of talking about Allie, considering she was the human one of them.
"Right, but, why don't you tell me about yourself a bit more? Like do you live with worms? Other bugs..?" Allie asked once she felt done talking about herself. She really wasn't that interesting, except maybe for a worm who didn't know humans intimately. Because in that case, she was the perfect specimen of an average human being. "Oh, well mostly yes.. But my um, I guess family you could say-" Margaretta started.
"The personal community you mentioned?" Allie stuck in.
"Yes, that!" the worm chirped, happy she'd remembered. Allie congratulated herself for the successful bonding interaction. "Whenever I'm not in my own little corner, I work with lots of other entities.." Margaretta explained. "Oh, what do you do then?" Allie asked, now remembering that the worm probably still thinks she owns a food business. "A variety of things, really, but lots of it has to do with human interaction. For me particularly, food is a big part of it, see I'm tasked with finding sustenance for our court, so to speak.." Margaretta continued, rousing Allie's curiosity more. She's kinda getting a little peek into the monster world here, not something every human would get to experience. Of course, she admitted that she was starting to find Margaretta herself pretty pleasant company too, and realized she wasn't in on this simply for the heck of it anymore. But the mystery and intrigue added to it for sure.
"Court? Sounds official, is that why you're called Madame?" Allie asked, stretching her legs. Fortunately they were trained to stand for numbing amounts of time via customer service or cleaning work, daily. Margaretta looked.. Awkward, for a moment. She spoke quieter "It's not really as official as it sounds, we're only figuratively a court. If you ask me, it's all kind of a big mess of monsters who all wreak havoc as they please, only sort of reeled in occasionally by our mistress..." she explained with a bit of humorous embarrassment, and Allie was starting to understand why Margaretta was so pleased to get to go out for once. She nodded slowly a few times.
"And the Mistress is like.. Your boss, or?" Allie added. Margaretta shrugged one of her shoulders in a sort of agreeable manner. "Our leader yes, I suppose. She's most of our creator at least so it would be a sensible assumption.." she mused outloud. Hold on.
"Creator?" Allie repeated in mild disbelief. Right, maybe worm monsters didn't exist naturally afterall. The thought felt disappointing for some reason. Margaretta nodded. Allie paused for a bit, wondering where to continue from there. "Is she.. Also a bug..?" she asked, hesitantly. Margaretta hummed in mild amusement, shaking her head. "No no, that's just me and my spawn. Though I wouldn't find it impossible for there to be other monsters like me.." she explained. Spawn?
".. You have kids?" Allie asked after a few seconds' pause. Margaretta gurgled a bit avoidantly. "I wouldn't.. Call them that necessarily, they're still family but, it's different I suppose.. I did wish to have children one day, though.." she seemed a bit shy about it and Allie realized that was probably a pretty damn intimate question for a first date. Or would it be reasonable to get out of the way? She wouldn't necessarily mind dating a single mom. Assuming - she reminded herself, that they were to start actually, Yknow, dating. She felt her cheeks flush a bit. The thought felt concerningly fine at this point in the date. Was she really that starved for intimacy? A worm monster, really? She looked at Margaretta straightening up her bow coyly. Maybe she was also lonely? I mean it couldn't be a very common occurrence for a monster to go out with a normal human right? Allie sunk in her thoughts for a bit. Was this considered taboo? Putting aside the obvious horror factor, she wondered, was it looked down upon to be involved with a human? Would Margaretta be called a loser by her court for this, if they found out?
"And.. How about you then..?" her thoughts were interrupted by the worm lady continuing off of their last point in conversation. Allie shook her head mildly and hummed in confusion, having lost focus. "Did you ever think of having kids..?" Margaretta clarified, noticing her dumbfoundedness. Allie felt herself sweat, no doubt made worse by the damp air. This is definitely one of those dealbreaker questions, isn't it? She stalled on her feet. "Ummmm.. I.. I have thought of it, I guess..?" she got out, technically not lying. At most, she'd had a cat some years ago but was forced to give it away due to her landlord setting some new rules for the apartment complex she lived in. She still missed Cheez-it sometimes. It lived at her mother's, though, but still. "Like I'm probably not.. In the right situation financially, but like. I dunno, I'm not opposed to it?" Allie continued unsurely, though doubting she'd make a great mom. She thought back to when she occasionally saw her old college friends on Facebook, announcing weddings, or new pregnancies, and wondered how people ever knew when they were supposed to be ready.
She looked back to a nodding Margaretta, until her expression changed suddenly. "Oh hey, is something wrong..?" Allie started, before noticing a large shadow spring past the moon. The sky was clear otherwise, so it wasn't hard to notice. "What was that?" she asked, feeling her pulse pick up. Margaretta's head worm curled up closer to her body as she started tensely glancing towards the skies. Would she really see that far, though? The worm's pitch black little button eyes only carried so far. Margaretta sighed in frustration. "Interrupting our date like that.." she grumbled, starting to move from her spot. Before Allie had the chance to ask again, she was taken by the arm as Margaretta began to guide her back the way they came.
"I apologize for that dear, I'm afraid I must get going soon. I shall accompany you back to your establishment though." the worm monster explained gloomily. "Okay.." Allie replied tensely. "Something going on?" Margaretta stayed quiet.
"Marge? Are we in danger?" Allie asked after they'd traveled for another moment. The night was getting cold, and dark. The dampness had seeped into every crevice of her body and clothing and she was shivering, though part of it was definitely anxiety. She tried not to let it show but couldn't help blurting out the question. She was reminded of what a huge risk she'd taken by coming along at all. Margaretta scooped her body closer to hers gently, but her slimy frame made Allie shudder nonetheless. "Work calls, unfortunately. It should be fine, I'll just take you back to where you belong." she assured. Where I belong? Allie wondered. Odd choice of words. Were they on monster lands then? To be fair it was probably a bit far from human inhabitance. A breeze blew through them, and in a blink, something huge flew overhead with enough force to rattle the trees around them, making Allie almost fall over. Margaretta held onto her tighter, ducking her head for a bit, then extending her wormy body to peer up somewhere at the skies again. "I say, the nerve.." she grumbled with increased agitation
They both ducked this time, as another massive gust of wind charged through the trees and plantation, making sloshy sounds as it blew into the wet moss. This time, Allie caught a glance of some white-feathered giant. It flew past them much lower than before. "Marge?" Allie gasped, voice now becoming shrill with shock, her heart drumming in her chest. "Just keep walking, but don't make a sound, please." Margaretta said in a hushed voice, a low hiss coming all the way down from her gut. It sounded half commanding and half worried and Allie wasn't sure which part of it was worse. Her mind sprang back to those thoughts about a human and monster being together, if it was considered lame - or even outright bad, as they now seemingly had someone on their tails. Someone Allie was guessing must've been part of Margaretta's so called court. Someone who didn't seem too courteous towards the worm lady thus far..
Margaretta walked Allie forward, holding her ears closed for her with her keratinous hands. They pressed onto her soft ears sorely but Allie didn't have the gall to protest, fearing it might be her hearing - or safety on the line. The landscape wasn't starting to look any more familiar despite the fact that Allie could swear they'd already reached their destination in this time when they first came. Maybe it felt longer thanks to the stomach freezing terror? Allie's armpits were pooling with cold sweat and she could hear her heart beating vigorously in her ears, especially aided by Margaretta holding them shut so tightly. She was afraid to wonder why that might be..
Suddenly she felt - not heard, but felt, a thud behind them. It resonated through the mushy ground as small waves. Allie's knees almost buckled as a sting of terror shot up her spine but Margaretta right by her kept them both going forward, despite her partially stumbling back into the worm woman's squishy voluptuous torso. Any revulsion towards the maggot infested body Allie might've had was pushed off by her survival instincts. She heard Margaretta speak something, to someone other than her, but couldn't properly make out what. Allie was sure the entity was following them at this point, as after a few moments of silence Margaretta seemed to reply something to it. Allie hoped it was far behind and not like, right up their asses, since she didn't hear anything the other one had said. They kept walking for what felt like too long, but eventually Allie became aware of the gas station's lights in the distance and she felt slight relief wash over her. Only slight, because she was still like 90% sure the other entity was following them. She swallowed, her throat feeling choked.
Finally, mercifully, they got to the backdoor and Allie didn't hesitate a second in opening it, beyond thankful it was left unlocked. Margaretta was about to accompany her inside but she flinched away for whatever reason, jolting back in a reactionary manner that left Allie's ears open once again. Open to hear her squeak in pain, and Allie quickly turned back to look at what had caused it.
Her eyes followed Margaretta up her headworm, the tip of which was being clamped on by a boney white beak. The porch light partially illuminated a dirty skull, belonging to a massive bird creature. And by massive, we're talking like pterodactyl sizes here, it's one talon was easily half the length of Allie's entire arm. Within the beak though, weirdly, was a mouth with actual mammalian teeth, on a brown snout with no eyes in sight, as they were likely lost inside the bird skull. It's eyeholes were devoid of anything but darkness however. On the body, beyond being covered in white feathers, there were fleshy sacks here and there, throat and chest mostly. The wings were huge, partially folded but flapping lightly as the creature tried to pull Margaretta back despite her struggles. The actual mouth inside the beak was articulating through it's bloody, cracked lips, despite no sound being emitted in the slightest. Allie almost fell back against the doorframe in shock, letting out a startled "What the fuck??" in the process. Her heart sunk in horror to realise the creature being alerted to her by the sound, it's empty eyeholes turning to look at her as it let go of Margaretta. The second it took another hurried step towards her, charging at the door, Allie fell back and slammed the door shut, holding it closed with all her might as it was being clawed and pecked from the outside with frightening vigor. She felt gross for leaving Margaretta back there with the creature, despite them apparently knowing each other already. She didn't have time to wonder why it'd started pecking her, as she heard the worm lady's voice ring through the door.
"Open open, come come out!"
it sang, the voice clear and strong despite the shut door between them. It filled Allie's ears, the voice almost crawling inside her head in an uncomfortably intrusive way. Despite sounding perfectly identical to her, Allie was sure this could not have been Margaretta. The slamming had stopped for that moment but as it was done being said, Allie was caught slightly off guard by a new, harsher thud, making a dent in the door, though not going through it entirely, which Allie was thankful for. Must've been the beak. "Allie, don't listen-!" she heard Margaretta screech outside, being certain this one was actually her, as the voice was unfortunately muffled out soon after. "Marge!? Are you okay?" Allie yelled back in a panic. After a moment of silence, followed up by guttural coughing, Margaretta replied hoarsely. "Yes, just don't let her in, okay, stay safe please, I'm sorry for all this trouble! I'll be back to check on you, I promise!"
Allie swallowed. "Okay.." she replied, though barely loud enough, as the door slamming suddenly let up, and in a moment or two it was deathly silent. She wheezed under her breath, trying to level her breathing in fear. She didn't find the keys to the backdoor in a rush so she decided to barricade the door, just in case. Then she waited.
It was unclear how long had passed, as Allie awoke from a messy sleep (or perhaps having passed out from the stress), hunched over in the corner of the kitchen. She heard her barricade being pushed back, scratching at the door, and felt a growing panic again as she hurried to it with a broom she'd grabbed for self defense. She was relieved to see the clawed hand - which was prying the door open, belonging to Margaretta. "Allie? Are you still there?" she called, concerned. "Y-yeah, hey, hold on.." Allie replied, going to weakly move the barriers off. Her arms felt like limp noodles, having trembled throughout her time waiting here. She was overall lightheaded.
As soon as Margaretta made it inside she rushed to embrace Allie, and though she shivered, she didn't have the energy to feel grossed out by her anymore. Allie felt tripped the hell out to notice the first rays of morning sun settling onto the backyard through the open door. That fuckery had really taken the whole night, huh?
"Are you alright? She didn't come back I assume, did anyone else stop by? Anyone nonhuman?" Margaretta asked with concern, holding Allie by the shoulders. Her head reeled, trying to think back, but she was sure if something had happened between now and then she'd definitely remember it by now. "Uh, n-no, I just waited here like you told me. I don't think anyone came here.." she sputtered clumsily, rubbing her eyes. They stung of exhaustion, after such a horrible nap on the floor. "Ah thank goodness, I was having such a lovely time with you, I was worried that.. Well.." Margaretta replied, voice declining towards the end. So, Allie had now survived a monster date.
"Wait you did?" Allie paused to register the worm's words of appreciation. Margaretta let go of her shoulders awkwardly, seeming coy. "Well yes, certainly, you're a very kind and non judgemental human, I'm so happy to have made your acquaintance! I'm only very sorry to, have made your night such a stressful one towards the end, I say, some monsters have no manners.." she exposited with disappointment. "The uh.. The bird, right?" Allie confirmed, still processing the encounter. Objectively speaking, Margaretta was the more horrifying one here but the sheer size and strength of the feathery creature had almost made Allie piss herself. "Mhm, Pesticinger. We work together often" Margaretta nodded as response.
"Pest.. Ah.. Right." Allie cleared up her throat. She wasn't entirely sure what she thought of the whole experience as of now. It sure happened. "I recommend you don't come here again for a few days, week maybe.. Just to be safe" Margaretta continued as Allie gathered herself again. "Huh?"
Margaretta became even more apologetic. "Now that she knows of a place like this, full of food and resources, I feel that she may come back here to pillage it. I wouldn't want you to be here for that, and besides, you deserve a rest." she explained. Welp. Her coworkers might just be screwed. She'd have to call Jeremy at least. Maybe her shock could pass for being sick or something, if she explained it to her boss convincingly enough. No, wait, Allie thought. The damage at the door. She could tell them there'd been a robbery attempt. No, but then they'd try to involve the police, and people would more likely just be here more. She sighed as she ran out of braincells for today.
That moment when you're surrounded by perfect strangers on the bus and you're listening to filthy, panty dropping music and in your head daydreams play of being put in a headlock by a monstrous lover as they use their freehand to rub circles around your sensitive spots and whisper the most degrading and perverted words in your ear.
