investigations // for shiningmoon/umbralstar

[numbers96]

[It was a simple matter, really, to move its card to where it needed to be. All it took was some very small suggestions. Show cards to your friends, spread them out just so, and when the new boy re-gathers the cards spread on the ground, Black Mist's card ends up in his deck. Easy. Simple.

It is intrigued, by the new child in the group, by Shingetsu Rei. Such closeness with Yuuma Tsukumo, so quickly, that ability to produce an obedience it has never seen from Astral's bearer.

(it sees how he struggles and drowns in his skin)

(it comes off him in waves, saturates the air)

(such a weakness to dig its tendrils into and tear open wide)

It watches, from its card, and waits until they are alone.]

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[numbers96]

[It croons out its approval at the moan, moves in closer to watch Rei's face.

(it loves how he still struggles against it, how he fights not only the feeling but his body itself, the mere reminder of its existence)

(he's almost better than a real human)]

Isn't it good? Isn't the weakness of a human wonderful?

[The tendril twists and writhes against him, like it's impatient, still dripping down into him but not entering him, not yet.

(the oil needs to burn in him, first)]

[shiningmoon]

[ The oil needs to burn in him and burn it does, sets him to squirming and growling as his cock hardens and his body heats up with it.

(he doesn't want this but)

(the body does)

(the body wants it and the more it wants the harder it gets to separate those two things, to separate himself from the flesh) ]

M-mmph--

[numbers96]

[The oil begins to flow more steadily into Shingetsu's mouth, to fill up all the space inside, to saturate his tongue with the taste of it.]

Are you ready to ｇｉｖｅ　ｉｎ, Shingetsu Rei?

[Its voice splits and layers, over-sweet and coaxing.]

[shiningmoon]

[ He doesn't want it. He doesn't, he doesn't, he won't give in to this stinking flesh and its whims he--

(he nods, sharp and quick) ]

[numbers96]

Ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ．

[The tendril against Shingetsu stops, for a moment, quivers, and then

shoves inside all at once, gushing oil from the tip in a sudden swell so that it drips out already even with the tightness of a human body that was so new.

(its face splits in a grin and it laughs, high and sharp and discordant, because it has won already and it will be so ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ to claim the boy completely, to warp his body and tie it completely to his mind so there is no running from it)]

[shiningmoon]

[ He cries out, eyes going wide with the shock of it.

(it hurts)

(it hurts he can feel the body filling and stretching and leaking and it's)

(disgusting)

(sickening)

(but his cock twitches and drips and he finds himself moaning without his consent, sucking at the thing in his mouth without any conscious decision on his part)

(he'll destroy this creature but right now it's)

(overwhelming) ]

[numbers96]

[It watches, takes it all in, every beautiful little human twitch, the way the whole body seems to jump like it's been shocked when it forces the tendril in.

(it shudders and twitches and drips with ecstacy, from feeling Shingetsu's human body so tight around the tendril, from the little movements of his mouth)

The tendril pulses and swells all along its length, but far more rapidly at the "base", where it's just barely inside of him -- stretching him out, closing him up tight.]

Ah, now this is the best part, little Barian.

[It's a few seconds after Black Mist speaks before the first pulse of liquid spurts from the end of the tendril.]

[shiningmoon]

[ It's swelling inside of him and stretching and he can't help the little noises that escape him; the whimpers and whines and little pained yelps at the way it swells at the base and closes him up.

(he doesn't understand what it's planning)

(even when he feels the first wave of oil from the tendril)

The oil draws another noise from him though, an odd little pleasure-pain-confusion noise at the oil burns through him and seems to stretch him deeper than the tendril itself.

(what is it planning?)

(already the human flesh feels too full and tight - what is it planning to do with this?) ]

[numbers96]

[It presses in a little closer as the oil begins to pump slowly in (not all at once but in a steady rhythm of pulses that stretch the knot in the tendril when they pass through), nuzzles at his cheek.]

Mmh...you aren't truly Tsukumo Yuuma's friend, are you, little Barian?

[Now is the best time to ask, now when his mind is pliant and open and giving.

Its hand strokes slowly over his chest.]