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 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.]