@sisinorth requested the following: “Overlord/Reader, overlord just putting someone in his mouth to mess with them, or actually swallowing them. (Idk if you’re cool with actual vore) I got some art from Oreo a while back, of this and I’ve been trying to find someone to write something related but tbh not a lot of people write reader inserts, and even less write vore… wait I’m an idiot I forgot the part where it’s actually lewd, as in overlord is jerking off at the same time”
Humans aren’t really people to Overlord. At least, that’s the impression you get. People get to be prisoners; you are a possession, and that’s how you get treated. You’re not just any old possession, though. You’re a toy.
Overlord doesn’t like to mass convert when he’s horny, thank Christ. He did that once, but even shrunk down to a fraction of his regular size the pain of him forcing himself inside you was so intense you blacked out. Apparently it didn’t do much for him either. Ever since then his sessions with you have been largely the same. He pulls you from the glorified terrarium he keeps you in, holds you in his lap, and jerks off until he sprays transfluid all over your face. Lather, rinse, repeat. If you talk back to him he just smirks and pinches the flesh of your arms between his giant fingers until you cry. It might not be dignified staying silent, but standing up for yourself doesn’t get you anything but softball-sized bruises.
You don’t have a death wish. And you’re not stupid. But sometimes…sometimes you just can’t help yourself. Sometimes everything is just too much, and your desire not to be reduced to a red paste is overcome by pure, insensate fury.
Today, he’s taking for-fucking-ever to get off. You have your face turned away as usual but nothing can block out the stench of pre-fluid or the rhythmic scrubbing sound of his hand. He’s moaning, too. It might be the moaning that pushes you over the edge.
“Would it fucking kill you to finish?”
Your teeth are clenched but the words come out regardless. Overlord stops. Your breath catches in your throat. His engines rumble as he adjusts his grip on you, and he snickers.
“No, but it might kill you,” he replies.
You don’t even have time for the fear to hit you before his lifts you up and shoves your entire body into his mouth.
Overlord is colossal, but he’s not so colossal that there’s room to spare when your wildly thrashing arms and legs collide with his dentae and glossa. His oral cavity is so thick in lubricant you can’t get a grip on anything. You try to wrap your arms around his glossa but he wriggles it out from under you and flaps your body from side to side. His mouth seems to constrict and a bone-rattling growl erupts from his intake. There’s no light. There’s no air, and you’re suffocating, but you can’t stop screaming. It’s unbearably hot and wet and you’re going to die, oh god, you’re going to die, you can’t breathe, you can’t move, he’s going to swallow you and you’re going to die—
The overhead lights are blinding when he spits you out into his hand. You have to wipe a layer of oral lubricant off your mouth before you can even draw breath. You only get one before Overlord climaxes, snarling, and a jet of transfluid splatters over your face. It’s rancid in your mouth. You’re coughing and spluttering, blinded by the awful mix of fluids oozing down your forehead, but you don’t need to see your captor’s face to know that he’s smirking.
“We simply must do this again sometime,” Overlord purrs.
He licks a long stripe up your body, and you gag.
