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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.]
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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Date: 2013-04-11 04:31 pm (UTC)(kissing is such a human expression and it mocks him with the closeness)
before drawing back completely, crooning again and wiping its mouth.]
Ｒｅｌａｘ, Barian's Guardian.
[Another tendril rises up behind it (and this one is thicker than the ones that bind his arms and legs, dripping oil from the tip) and slithers forward to press lightly against Shingetsu's lips.]
It will be better, for you.
[Slowly, the tendril slides into Rei's mouth, begins to trickle oil as it pushes to the back of his throat.
(and at the same time, one of the tendrils on his legs begins to work its way up)]
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Date: 2013-04-11 04:46 pm (UTC)(the oil that he gags on but it stays down anyway, won't come back up even as he gags and retches and tries to expel it)
(if the body likes that voice so much he's
(not afraid but)
unsure of
what the oil will do) ]
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Date: 2013-04-11 05:49 pm (UTC)(that hatred that comes before love, the last resistance before a mind gives)
The lower half of its body twists where it melts into the pool below them, drips with anticipation as the tendril around Rei's leg moves.]
Shh. Let me in, little Barian.
[All at once the tendrils around Rei's limbs lift him into the air, tip him onto his back and spread his legs out wide as the tendril curling around his thigh begins to probe at his ass, the whole length dripping with oil.
(it teases and drips inside him, makes him ready)]
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Date: 2013-04-11 06:49 pm (UTC)(it's wrong he hates it he's going to destroy this creature)
(no matter what the body wants he won't give in)
(though the feel of it is)
(he won't give in but)
(he)
He moans sharply around the tendril in his mouth. ]
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Date: 2013-04-11 09:20 pm (UTC)(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)]
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Date: 2013-04-11 10:32 pm (UTC)(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--
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Date: 2013-04-11 10:45 pm (UTC)Are you ready to ｇｉｖｅ ｉｎ, Shingetsu Rei?
[Its voice splits and layers, over-sweet and coaxing.]
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Date: 2013-04-11 10:47 pm (UTC)(he nods, sharp and quick) ]
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Date: 2013-04-11 11:21 pm (UTC)[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)]
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Date: 2013-04-12 01:27 am (UTC)(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) ]
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Date: 2013-04-12 02:31 am (UTC)(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.]
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Date: 2013-04-12 08:38 am (UTC)(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?) ]
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Date: 2013-06-02 06:14 pm (UTC)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.]