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[Part 7 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Sit still and wait to seduce the angel (65.2%)

TW: Implied mind break; Character gore

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Now alone, you take a moment to better study the room around you.

It looks basic, that much you had appraised earlier. No windows whatsoever, a black carpet, dark walls, the purple bed sheets you sit on, pink pillows, a small armchair, and an even less remarkable vanity in the corner.

There are paintings on the walls, but you can't quite tell what they're meant to be. Who made those? It's as if someone who had no concept of reality tried to illustrate very specific images, failing miserably, creating a chaotic blend of colors and shapes that definitely resembles something you might have seen before, but twisted enough that you can't put your finger on it. If ever there was a prime example of the eeriness of the uncanny valley, this would be it.

The more you stare at the three paintings above the bed on the wall, the more you're filled with a sense of dread. It's wrong, it's all so wrong.

Fuck, you hate this place.

A fearful voice within the walls of your cranium screeches that if you dare search the corners of this room alone, the ground will grow teeth to bite you with, the walls will pull you in to a slow, suffocating death and the furniture will snap your limbs off. Oh, you wouldn't put it past this inexplicably horrid building to do any of that- No matter how ridiculous a thought that would have been to you not even a day ago.

From the moment you opened your eyes and were graced with moving flowers, it became clear nothing could be taken for granted, not even the most simple of truths. And you really, really don't want to have your sanity challenged any more by scouring this dark little motel-like room.

It seems you'll have to rely solely on that angel to break this stalemate.

What an odd sort.

That staff he carries on his back is trouble. You remember the way he shoved it so close to the gargoyle's throat. He was confident... As if it could pierce through the incredible density of the blue monster. Might as well play it safe and assume that it really is capable of cutting through Pebble like cheese. It's going to be a little risky to push his buttons when he's got that thing at arm's reach.

But then again, he's apparently easily flustered. There's no doubt about it, from stuttering as he tried to pull you off the other monster, to chiding you for vulgar language and reacting with guilty denial the moment you pointed out his hardness. It wouldn't be too hard to get under his skin and coax something out of him, you just have to take care not to irritate.

He said he'd be back...

What are you going to do then? Lay down and invite him to bed? Psh, as if he'd respond. Either he'd chastise you or flee, most likely. Perhaps he needs to feel more in control, needs you to act casual about it- Giving the angel a taste of something he considers "vulgar" without forcing him to acknowledge it. If it works, you could probably lure him into taking you outside again, some way or another. Though, thinking back on the crowd of people that gathered in the garden since you woke up on that bench... Is that actually a good idea? Debatable.

One way or another, you need his favor.

Yes, perhaps playing along with his demands might be smarter in the long run. Rising from the bed, you look for a second door, one that should lead to a bathroom, just like the one in the incubus' room. And yet... Nothing's there. Just the wall, staring back at you. This must have been the most low quality room he could have gotten. Then again, he likely wasn't concerned with your comfort.

You glance at the spot where the door would be just one more time, to be sure, to hope and pray that a miracle doorway had been summoned in that brief pause by sheer will, that this haunted playground had been merciful for once- Still nothing. Riveting.

That means you'll have to freshen up as best as you can in in this sorry state, with no water to help straighten your hair and clean the gargoyle seed still occasionally sliding past your entrance. Frankly, you think as you straighten the dress, the odds aren't looking good right now.

Thinking about it, all you've accomplished thus far has been getting fucked and tossed around between strange monsters. Every single time it seems as if you're walking in the right direction, some cruel force throws you back several steps, laughing at you, making you enjoy it. You feel awful. Which is obvious, naturally, but it's starting to wear you down. Or maybe it's the adrenaline leaving your system now that you're not in immediate danger or dealing with yet another monster.

You know it's over if you let that despair take over. The key to getting out is to keep up momentum. Stay strong, focus. There's no time to cry.

... Where is he anyway?

It's been a while. Maybe he's jerking off in a dimly lit corner, seething that you noticed his erection at all. Damn it, if he comes back to you having relieved himself, it's going to make things much harder.

In the eerie silence of the untouched room, it would be difficult to miss those approaching footsteps. Firm, rhythmic, like a footsoldier. Him.

You spring to action, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the front door. Spine straight, legs pressed together and hands on your lap, a neutral look on a tired complexion. There's only time for one rattled sigh before the door is pushed open, and in he steps. The angel. With what looks to be a mildly damp towel.

Immediately, all three eyes narrow at you.

In hindsight, it's not too hard to guess why. Everything is exactly as it was when he left, but you sit in a position that totally reads as suspicious. You are scheming something, and it shows. Bare legs sway over the edge of the bed, waiting for him to make the first move. Maybe you can sell something here.

" You are... More obedient than I expected. " He murmurs, probably to himself.

Hues bounce every over every shape of his furred figure, searching, searching- Ah, there it is! Oh, he's not full-mast anymore, but there's definitely something still interested in his weird outfit. You can work with that.

Quickly, your eyes flicker back to the winged one's face. " Well... I've been thinking, aren't you an angel? "

He hasn't moved since stepping inside. That double-axed staff is still attached to his form. Careful.

" Celestial would be the more correct term. Though I suppose, yes. Why? " The towel is folded for now. You have a hard time conceiving the thought that an angel would readily work here, amongst demons. It contradicts everything you've ever been told about these creatures- But then again, his mere sight is one huge, confusing contradiction.

" Then you're the one I should be listening to. Angels are supposed to be respected, after all. " Buy it, oh my God please just buy it, you're pulling this out of your ass on the spot, it better work.

The other sighs, eyes rolling. " And you came to that conclusion now? "

Yeah, he was there when you got brought to the whole gang, wasn't he? Hm.

" W- Well- I was scared and confused then, I- I know better now. " Do you though?

" So you claim you've come to your senses? " The angel pushes.

There's a shrug, your eyes leave his intense lavender pools for a few seconds, afraid they'll burn you to a crisp. You are being judged.

" Perhaps, mister... " It's your turn to squint, not even having a name to call him.

" Belo. " He nods, moving towards you.

A secret smile dances on your lips. " I see. Thank you for your mercy, Belo. "

The angel blinks a couple of times. You're not sure what gave him pause, it could have been the sound of his name on your tongue, the false sincerity in your tone, or the mention of mercy. It was a lapse in demeanor regardless, one you're all too keen to take advantage of.

" Were it not for you, I'd probably still be on that roof. " In a calculated move, your gaze drops to your lap sadly, fingers interweaving. " Maybe the other gargoyles would have gotten to me. Or I could have fallen into the hands of dangerous perverts. "

A pang of guilt flashes on his gaze. Brief, but not brief enough to miss.

Obviously, he didn't pluck you from the roof out of the goodness of his heart, that's ludicrous. It worked however, you want him to stew in his own guilt, if he's even capable of feeling that much of it.

" ... You're welcome. " Belo replies, though none of his eyes meet yours for a second. The worker recovers quickly. " P- Part your legs, please. "

This might be a lot easier than you expected. Hah.

" But why? " You feign ignorance, and a bit of discomfort, causing the other one to stammer and hesitate further.

" Well I- You need to be minimally presentable. " He very subtly shrugs, as if to say 'what do you want me to do?'

" But Belo I- I've been touched there by such brutes. I don't want to be hurt anymore. "

As if. You sooner kill a man to admit out loud that the sex you've had here was mostly enjoyable, even if you'd rather it have taken place under literally any other circumstances. Nevertheless, you committed to the bit, now you have to sell it, so you shield your sex through your dress, bottom lip wobbling. Crying on command is hard, you hope you won't have to rely on it.

The angel's authoritative demeanor wanes further, he seems to be appraising you with genuine pity, getting second thoughts perhaps. " I promise my intent isn't lecherous, but I do have to clean... " Big eyes spazz again, looking every which way, the words tight in his throat. " You are dirty. " Belo settles for, taking a step forward with newfound resolve.

The slight whimper you let out has him slowing down briefly, before coming to a squat before you. One lightly furred hand rests on your knee. " I'll be gentle and quick. "

" I trust you then. " You reply after a thought-out pause, masking the growing mirth within you as soon as you spread your legs to the angel, fully.

He's given a positively nasty view.

Not that much time has passed since you were folded beneath the stone monster, and your body still shows signs of being highly sensitive. From the flushing of your cunt, to a still peeking clit and, of course, the obscene cream-colored fluid you have no choice but to drip. Remnants of arousal still pulse within you at the sensation of your own warmth and wetness, finding a depraved sense of joy from how full of cum you have been throughout this entire day.

Maybe you should add him to the tally.

No. The longer you stay here, the less straight you think.

Belo looks absolutely enraptured by the sight before him, spare hand tight on the towel as you sit there, dress hiked up for his access. The monster man doesn't move for a long pause wherein you can see two pupils dilate slightly, the fluff on his chest pushing against that black outfit.

It's odd. You won't question why he's reacting to the sight of you this way when most of his coworkers seem vastly desensitized. You could be wrong, but perhaps he's relatively new to this place? That would make manipulating your way into a better position easier, but then, his conviction in this Admin person, in this lord he keeps speaking of- Being new here doesn't exactly mean he isn't already washed into a certain way of thinking.

Apparently, the two of you have spaced out at the same time.

Though, as you consider calling out to him, Belo shakes himself off the trance and finally gets to work.

Exactly as promised, those pale hands are nothing but gentle when they drag their way up from your inner thighs. And, in all honesty, you'd be lying to say it doesn't feel nice. Because it does. It's an attentive type of aftercare, even if the angel wasn't the one who plunged into you, or even remotely emotionally attached to you for that matter. For a moment, seduction games and thoughts of escape fade into the back of your mind, becoming static noise to the sweet sensation of humid cotton on skin.

Your eyes close, a deep sigh relieving some modicum of stress. Until Belo finally has the guts to touch you where it counts.

The moment you glance down, you find his eyes fixed on your face, although they quickly redirect to the spot between your legs. His grip is shaky at best, collecting the beads of spent as they show themselves and turning the towel around so he can smooth it over your womanhood. A nudge too close to your button is all that's needed for your leg to twitch and a noise to escape.

" P- Pardon. " Belo instantly excuses.

Although, he doesn't stop.

In fact, a minute or so of this light treatment passes before you start growing suspicious of his motives. I'll be quick, he said, and yet here he is, petting your pussy like a timid boy that's been shown a pair of tits and doesn't quite know what to do with them.

What is he hoping to achieve really? You think for a second, trying to keep a straight face. Does he just want an opportunity to caress a woman's privates? Is he hoping that you'll make a sound? When the angel begins edging the towel up repeatedly, never failing to gently bump your now interested clit, you realize it's definitely the latter. This dirty little bastard wants you to make some noise. It turns him on. Perfect, you need him to be horny for this.

" Belo. " Your hips shift forward the next time he combs over your pussy.

" Ah- ... Yes? "

You're not sure if it's sweat, but something's definitely running down the side of his face.

" Please, don't touch me there so much. It makes me... " Staring away, you feign deep shame.

He gets the picture, eating up the act you feed him without doubt- Or, who knows, he could be onto you yet still enjoy the pretend game.

" Oh dear. " The angel murmurs. " Then perhaps we should leave it as is. "

When Belo gets up, probably about to flee again, the fucking loser, you grab onto the edge of his coat. Cape? Whatever it is. " Stay. I should thank you for being so soft with me. " You plead when he faces you over his shoulder.

Those head wings flutter nervously. " I don't- I can't. I can't waste time here, I have to- "

" I'll be quick. " The corners of your lips quirk up, the tiniest hint of mischief present.

Belo spares a glimpse at the door, then back to your figure. There's a second where he looks ahead fully, and it's crystal clear he just lost the battle with his sense of duty.

" Alright... " The angel faces your seated frame again. " I suppose a moment longer won't hurt. "

He's consistently avoiding eye contact, and now you can be sure why. He got hard again, probably just from touching you through that towel, the shape of it straining against his suit. Oh for sure, he's hot under the collar enough for you to drop this silly charade. Grabbing the pale one by the holes on the sides of his "pants", you pull him forward rather forcefully, planting a kiss to his hidden erection.

Belo squawks, entire form tensing as his wings spread a good bit. He huffs and grabs the side of your head with both hands to keep it still. It's not an uncomfortable hold, thankfully.

" J- Just what- What in Eden do you think you're doing?! "

You don't answer the startled monster right away, blinking up at him innocently, then moving to place more chaste pecks along the length of his hard-on, nuzzling against it like the debauched voice that's been leering in the back of your mind all this time beckons you to do.

" Thanking you. " Simple.

" Lesser, with all d- due respect- " His next words melt into a desperate little " Uhn- " when you reach to kiss the tip of it.

Flattish head. Workable shape. No knot, thank goodness.

He doesn't seem like he knows what to say right now, torn between putting a stop to things and letting it all happen. The trick is, of course, not letting Belo think for too long. Nimble fingers search for a zipper on the angel's suit, finding nothing. Worried, you stroke the monster through the feather-patterned black fabric, poking and pinching at the front of his suit until -Ah, so here they are- You find nearly imperceptible buttons. It's a breeze from there on, fast motions undoing his outfit while the angel sputters and tenses.

" You- Good lord, you don't have to... " He pipes up when his member is freed. " We shouldn't. This is getting out of hand. " The desire to roll your eyes is overwhelming.

Is it weird to say his dick is pretty? Because it is.

It reminds you of Grimbly's, in a way. Smooth, a tapered sort of head, definitely proportionate to his size. Its pallid pink coloration, only ever getting darker at the root, makes him look soft and inviting. His arousal beads steadily, and you have no qualms taking Belo into your hands.

" Human... "

You'd rather he call you literally anything else, to be honest.

Right, so, you ponder while slowly working him up, the plan here is to either exhaust him, or at the very least catch him off-guard enough to leave. After all, you didn't hear him lock the door again when he came in. If you can make a dash into that elevator, then you can split from him and try to race somewhere. Not an ideal strategy, or a bright one for that matter, but you'll have to make do. There's an even smaller chance that the angel will feel merciful enough to lead you out, but you'd be an idiot to trust such a hopeless possibility.

Ah fuck it, one step at a time, you don't have time to mull on the finer details.

Focusing on the present, you plant several kisses along the length of the angel's cock. Not giving him time to stutter out any useless exclamations and letting a small tongue explore him from top to bottom. His legs shake visibly, even the fingers previously static on the sides of your head now tremble faintly, Belo seems flustered by his own reactions.

" You don't get treated well enough, do you? " Your smile is sweet superficially, but you wouldn't blame it if he took your words as an insult.

Although Belo seems to be far away right now, all three eyes lidding as he stares down at you, fixated on the movements of your lips more than the meaning behind them. It's ridiculous how quickly he's getting undone, and, curiously, you note that his large wings are closing in around you- As if to shield the world from the disgusting act being performed.

Even if you'd like to draw things out, time is against you here. Every second that passes is a bead forever lost to the hourglass of your survival- You're sinking in quicksand. It's with that urgency in the forefront of your mind that your lips wrap lewdly around Belo's pink girth and take it as far as possible without gagging.

" Hha- Ohhn m-mercy my lord...! "

His taste is nothing to write home about, but his noises? The finest of melodies. The angel's voice already had a melodic undertone to it, now it really is as if he's singing for you. Horny little hums becoming full-throated moans while he pleads this lord entity for forgiveness. Somehow, you doubt he's referring to any sort of god you know. Part of you wants to taunt him that there's no god involved in your oral skill, but his little cries are too amusing to halt.

" Mmn- I'm bad, I'm going to be punished for this... " Belo laments, even as the fingers holding your head subtly encourage you to bob on his cock faster, hips tilting ever so slightly forward. " I- It's all because of you. Filthy- Ah- Lecherous woman- My lord those lips ohn... "

You're not even trying that hard. Though his theatrics are a little flattering.

The next time he rocks into your motions, he gets greedy, causing you to choke around the base of his shaft, messily drooling as you gag. The sight isn't pretty, and you assumed the prissy angel would get turned off, yet instead, he throbs in your mouth. Hah, the puritan is a sexually repressed pervert- Who could have seen that coming?

Belo sheds self-control and dignity for every second that you suck him stupid, and his righteous mask falls entirely.

" Hharder... " He whispers, voice so broken you actually shiver, heating like a furnace. " Harder harder please- Mm faster, you feel so good! "

Who are you to deny an angel's beautiful begging?

Motions speeding, you make it a point to moan around him, the thrill of his wanton calls making your loins boil alive. He's such a slut in heat, you'd delight in bullying this one to his knees. The desire to make him come takes center stage and the sloppy noises of your work fill the room, the fur around his slit soaking with drool and precum by now.

" Fffuh yes -Oh I'll pay, I'll pay for this- Keep going keep going please I'm so- "

" So what, Belo? "

The room drops several degrees in temperature. It's a miracle you didn't bite Belo's cock in fright.

He rips himself from your mouth, quickly using both hands and wings to shield himself while he steps away from your figure- Effectively leaving you to clean your face hurriedly before you spot the new figure who has walked in silently.

It's a woman.

Not just any woman. A human. Like you.

For a long, pregnant pause, you think you're hallucinating. Giving a blowjob to an angel was a terrible decision and his fluids have induced hallucinations in your mind. You're high. You're tripping. There can't be another human in this cesspit. Or rather- There can't be an untouched human in this home of horrors.

The person in front of you looks very well groomed. Her hair is straight and short, a brunette hue matching the irises on calm, watchful eyes. This petite smile sits on an otherwise pale, perfectly polite face. Tones of purple adorn a somewhat intricate dress-uniform, topped by a small hat with a logo you've come to recognize here, fishnets, and heavy-looking boots. She holds an air of importance and passive authority, something that compels you to never take your eyes off her, to listen, to behave.

There's no doubt in your mind this woman is not a poor lost soul like you. She holds power here, this is not a friend or a savior come to your aid by any stretch of the imagination. Be on your toes. Belo's reaction to her appearance doesn't help either.

" My- Lady Admin, it's not- " He fumbles, searching for an excuse he knows he can't make up on the spot. She gives him a placid glance. " W- We- I- "

" You're hopeless, Belo. That's what you are. " She completes. The door to the room slams shut behind her seemingly on its own, causing the two of you to jump.

Admin.

So it's her. All this time, he was talking about her. Fear claws at your throat the longer you stare at this peculiar woman. Outwardly, there's nothing off with her, but her mere presence is so oppressing that you fail to fetch any words. It's as if something hides behind her eyes, speaks from inside her mouth, listens through her ears. Her body language is imperceptible, revealing nothing but her awareness of others' intentions. You don't know what you're dealing with, she scares you more than any monster ever could and you can't place why.

Belo prostrates himself before the smaller female figure, head glued to the ground as he shakes in trepidation. " My lady, I failed you! I'm an impulsive beast and I disappointed those above me. It will never happen again- I promise! I swear on my vows! Please punish the lord's servant as you see fit. "

Fixated on the angel's pathetic beseeching, you only notice Admin's gaze is trailing you a touch too late. She cages you in place without words, studying, deliberating. Her brows rise slowly, as if she had just heard something surprising, certainly not whatever mindless babbling her subordinate is spewing gratuitously. Finally, after a small eternity, she veers towards Belo, a delicate gloved hand grabbing the halo protrusion on the back of his head and yanking it up so she can stare down at shrunken inhuman pupils.

" We can arrange that later, you animal. " She spits, voice distorting towards the end in a manner that nearly stops your heart and makes him whimper. " Get up. "

He instantly springs to a stand. " Yes, lady. "

The woman pries his wings off his front, met with only minor resistance, as a warning glance is all that's needed for the angel to bare himself, a neglected shaft bobbing under her gaze.

" You. " She calls while leading Belo forward by the wrist, back to his previous spot in front of you. " Finish this. "

" M- Me? " You stammer, quickly facing Belo's cock again.

The brunette works fast, looping a purple groove around his length and quickly pumping the angel. She does it casually, but in a practiced manner, as if this is common place around here. Which, honestly, you don't know what to expect anymore. The puzzled glance you spare at Belo is not returned, his three eyes glazing again as he simply subjects himself to whatever she wants without complaint.

" Yes, you. " Admin arches a brow. " You've aroused him, now fix your mess, I need him functional for the rest of the night. "

This is getting so weird on so many levels.

When all you do is blink and attempt to stutter out questions, her calm demeanor cracks and she swiftly takes matters into her own hand.

Actually, to be more accurate, she takes your hair into her hands and forces you onto the angel's cock. You yelp at the pain, getting bobbed condescendingly onto Belo's length a couple of times before you start doing it on your own, tear tracks sliding down your face from the pain of her ruthless grip. Did you just feel clawtips on the back of your head?

Belo moans out again. The grip on your hair recedes.

" There. Make him come, I don't have all day. "

Yes ma'am...

Because what else are you going to do, now that your plan went to hot shit? With her around, it's essentially game over, isn't it? You needed to have escaped this room before she arrived, perhaps attempting to seduce the angel was only a detrimental waste of time.

She observes you work, entirely unfazed by the gross noises taking over the room. The sensation of judgement weighs heavily on your shoulders, her piercing gaze leaving you no room to slack off or make mistakes. In fact, fear makes you work faster, until Belo is twitching in your mouth.

" Tongue. " She demands, a hint of a smile on her face.

Looping over the head of his member every now and then, you get to see Admin shove two digits in her own mouth, then drop them to Belo's slit, slightly disturbing your pace before slipping them under the base of his cock to pump mercilessly.

" A- AH! Lady-! "

The pale monster shouts his sudden pleasure, fur ruffling and pupils dilating. His head curves back slightly, the woman behind him not missing a beat when she bites down on a tender spot of his wings. What a sight, you think to yourself, mildly distressed by your enjoyment of the scene. You had never been that much of a voyeur, but this is... Different.

Belo's hips are then harshly pushed forward. You choke and sputter disgracefully, too distraught to hear the start of his mellifluous cry before you sense ropes of hot cum coating your throat. There's no choice but to swallow, or else you'll only choke further.

He's pulled off you before his peak is finished, left to tremble and stain himself in pearly white strings, his punishment so far being a mildly ruined orgasm. You're not holding up much better, coughing some of his spent back out in your effort to breathe clearly. The two of you are a disgraceful mess, his face burns as hot as yours.

" Scram now, you desperate sod. " She says, after a drawn out beat of silence, possibly only to let the shame sink in.

The angel hurries to shove himself into his suit, buttoning it back up and murmuring rushed apologies before speed-walking away with his head down like a beaten mutt. The door opens for him, closing softly once the monster is out of sight.

That leaves you and her, Admin, the person he wanted to take you to since the start of all this madness. You have no idea what to expect, and it must show clearly, though she only stands wordlessly, opening a shelf in the bedside table and retrieving spare wipes to clean her stained glove.

" ... You're a human. " It slips out, you quickly regret it.

" Some people have stopped seeing me that way. " She cocks he head for a second, tossing the used wipes onto the table.

" How did- How did you survive in here? " It's a confused whisper. She not only survived but acquired some mysterious form of authority over these depraved monsters. They revere her, or at least the angel clearly does.

Admin turns, offering an almost pitying expression, then sits on the edge of the bed, far from you, her legs crossed. The woman is suddenly static like a doll, facing the wall rather than you.

" I'm responsible for the flow of this building. I saw its birth and I will live to see its fall. As my worship's vessel, it'd be worrying if I wasn't respected, no? " She has a certain humorous drawl now, but there's nothing funny about it to you.

So she's in charge, for lack of finer wording. You're more worried about the repeated mention of this lord figure, this "worship", whoever they may be. What was it Belo said, when he had found you and Pebble on the roof? Kulu? Vurlu?

" Krulu? "

Chestnut eyes fix you from the corner of her vision. She sits straighter. " So you've been told? Do you know of our lord? "

" No... I heard someone say it. "

She deflates almost imperceptibly. " I see. Address him formally. " It's a warning, not a suggestion. " Clean yourself as best as you can. Strip. You will be taken to him for evaluation. " Admin tosses the rest of the wet wipes package your way. It falls flat on your lap.

You don't move to grab it.

Not at all. Your heart is hammering in your skull, the sound of that is horrendous. It feels as if you're glancing at the end of the rope, your hourglass is running out of sand, the ride is slowing down as its end approaches. On this foreign bed, with this borrowed dress, next to a stranger- You realize your fate is sealed.

And the desire to cry takes you over.

She doesn't need to look at you to understand you're sobbing faintly.

" B- But- I don't want to die! " You blubber. You got so far, after all. It's anything but fair.

" What you want is irrelevant to me. " The brunette states, expression molding into an air of boredom. " You will be presented to my lord. Clean yourself if you'd like better chances. I cannot and will not guarantee anything. "

You consider making a scene.

A proper scene. Screaming and raving and throwing shit around until she's forced to kill you herself -You don't doubt she can- Or getting on your knees and begging with every breath you can draw. But Admin doesn't seem like the type to fall into schemes, to be blinded by flattery or moved by pity. She's a stone wall, your emotions truly are meaningless here.

It's funny that, out of all the monsters you've met here thus far, she's the most inhuman one of them all.

Yes, there's no use getting on her nerves.

Eventually taking the wipes, you clean Belo's stray cum off your skin, dabbing at any dubious spots on the pink dress. Digits comb over your own hair, attempting to fix it even if you know the effort is fruitless. So this is it. This is the end all be all of tonight.

You could die.

You might die.

It all depends on this "lord".

When you look at Admin, she's glancing back at you expectantly, fingers steepled. A moment passes.

" I said strip. "

Oh. You forgot that.

Hesitation claws at you. But then, you've been through so much already, is there any point in being self-conscious around yet another heathen in this place, a human on top of that? Fuck it, you're sure she'll just force you if you don't do it fast enough.

There's a nod when you begin moving, silent approval of your unspoken logic.

The light cloth is easily removed, and just as you expected, the brunette has no comment ready. She blinks, appraises you some more, then gets up, moving towards the door.

" Come. " Admin beckons.

Her neutral complexion quickly sours into a frown when you stay put, bare and uncomfortable.

" E... Evaluation? " You pry, hopeful that it's not something deadly which you're about to be subjected to.

" Yes. "

Another silent beat passes. For fuck's sake, she's just infuriating, isn't she? If you weren't so intimidated, you'd let her know.

" ... And what does that entail? "

The woman rolls her eyes. " I prefer to let Master Krulu do the talking. " The door parts before her. " I won't have to drag you, will I? "

No, you've been subjected to enough shame for a lifetime today.

Covering your breasts and nethers, you grimace after the other human, grateful there don't seem to be monsters roaming the long hall of doors. Admin requests the elevator, and it arrives within a few short moments.

However, much to your growing misery, it's not vacant. A single furred, bulky monster is inside it.

Although you pale like a sheet of paper, you're pulled inside by the arm, made to stand placidly beside Admin while the doors close and she presses the button beneath the last endless row.

How can she feel safe right now? You get that she's apparently a big shot here, but how come she thinks monsters will leave her alone?! This woman is ten times more insane than you initially judged her to be.

The leering thing in front of you, all beady eyes and far too many teeth, licks its filthy chops, boring holes into the two of you. The brunette is utterly unfazed, posture impeccable, confidence clear. You, on the other hand, are cowering like a corralled rabbit.

Maybe that's why he opts to reach for you first. Easy prey.

Fear glistens in wet eyes when a clawed hand lifts, he leans forward, entirely focused on you specifically. You're about to shout for Admin, to ask her if this is part of her plan, if she's blind, if she won't help-

But then there's a sickening

Crunch

And his fingers peel open. Like apple shavings, the flesh, skin, ligaments and blood vessels peeling off bone in a gored mess that has your stomach doing cartwheels. He doesn't scream, he chokes on his own cries and heaves dryly, watching the events unfolding with as much terror as you. Nothing prepares you for the blood-curdling shriek the monster emits when his arm breaks, shards of crushed bone jutting this way and that while his limb contorts into positions it was never meant to take. As blood pools steadily on the elevator ground, he hurls his dinner onto his own shirt from the pain and appears to pass out from shock. Whatever force held his arm in place vanishes, and that large body splashes onto the small river of blood it made, droplets flying everywhere.

The walls, the buttons, Admin, you.

You'd rather be coated in ten loads of cum than this, shaking in trepidation that the same thing will be done to your appendages at any moment.

Admin is ever passive by your side, chestnut hues cast curiously to the mildly deformed figure. Did she do that? To help you? It's probably not the case, but in the off chance you're correct, being polite may keep you alive for longer.

" T- Thank you, miss. " Your voice is much quieter than you were expecting.

The woman smiles. " That wasn't me. "

Oh okay. Sure. Don't think about it.

The sensation of sinking feels ever intense while the elevator takes its sweet time reaching the destined floor. You know this place is massive, you know it can't possibly adhere to the laws of reality- But it feels like you're drifting infinitely into unknown depths. Like it'll stop at the Earth's core and boil you alive.

It steals the breath out of your lungs, makes you acquire an exotic breed of claustrophobia. Can it even go back up after all this height? What if you're stuck down there forever now? What if it never works again? What if it fucking jams midway through and you die here- In nowhere land, deeper than any corpse ought to be buried. What if-

Ding

Oh. Nevermind? Yes, let's shelve that panic for the several breakdowns you'll have at some point, if you live through this.

When the elevator doors part, you kind of wish the thing did get stranded on the way down.

A creeping darkness slithers its way into the golden walls of the elevator, as if about to drag it into itself, like a black hole. You can't explain why, you've never been that bothered by the dark, but this one is suffocating. You know something looms there, can feel it in the heaviness the air sports, whatever's here takes up every inch of space, stealing the oxygen for itself, clouding the surroundings.

You don't want to step in. You fear for your eyes. You fear that this blackness is so thick it'll never fade from your vision, blinding you in perpetual terror. You look into that sinking gloom and the world twists at the edges, flickering and distorting.

You hate it. You hate this all. You want to go back up. You're not supposed to be here, this is not for you, you need to go you need to-

A candle flickers into a burst of sickening wisteria flames.

Your startled screech echoes back to you even louder, painting your cheeks in shame. Admin blinks at you with a slight air of parody.

A lulling smoke barely cuts through the darkness, you can make out a smooth, glass-like floor. Ah, so it's not a bottomless pit after all. Good, at least that, your depressed mind cheers.

The brunette slips into the darkness like it's her home, disappearing from perception entirely until the candle is lifted, the thing barely illuminating her figure while she walks back towards you. Was that a grin on her face? For the briefest of seconds, you could have sworn her teeth glistened...

" Come. " She repeats, stepping just barely into the elevator, expectant.

Not a single muscle in you moves. It's childish, foolish, pointless, but you look pleadingly at her. As if the woman that orchestrates this place, the person making sure the cycle of depravity never ceases, the one who's seen this building's rise, would have a sudden change of heart and whisk you away to safety.

No, there's not even the barest hint of sympathy there. She isn't seeing a person in front of her. Only a part of a goal. An element in a task. An asset to take from point A to point B. You are no more complex to Admin than a potted plant hidden in a corner of a forgotten room.

" I'm scared... " You whisper.

" You should be. History forgot the masters, but your senses will always know them. "

What?

" Move. "

When you refuse to, the world spins and you fall onto the freezing ground, palms barely fast enough to shield your head. A sharp pain on your lower legs makes you wince. She must have kicked you.

" Know that I will scrape your face across these sacred grounds, if I must. "

That certainly gets you to stand, blind like a mole if not for the weak wisp of the dark candle she holds. When the brunette begins to walk, her boots clicking faintly, you chase after her instantly. The last thing you want is to be left to your own vices in this piercing void. It's impossible to tell where the walls are, if there even are walls. Is this place decorated? Is everything as cold as the chill you feel pricking at your bare feet? This location feels infinite, but it could just be your mind playing odd tricks, trying to fill in the gaps.

Admin traverses its expanse with the same ease one will take a stroll through the local park. It's as if everything is perfectly lit for her, or maybe she just dwells here too, somehow. Turns blend into more turns, sometimes the feel of the ground will alter slightly, but you're never given time to process it. Every miniscule change serves to keep you perpetually alert, never allowing for the most insignificant of comforts to console you. Any moment now, there could be a bottomless pit and you just wouldn't know it.

" You're about to be bestowed a great honor. " She starts, in wording you can only imagine comes straight out of a low-budget movie. " You don't even know how lucky you are. "

What a curious definition of "luck" she has...

" You won't ever be the same. "

Shut up. Just shut up, stop talking.

You're not sure if you're wise to feel relieved when more candles, all identical to the one Admin carries, become visible. Hues of purple surround what you can outline as an altar of sorts, carved to Hell and back in symbols you can't make heads or tails of, spinning into intricate patterns on discolored marble. Silhouettes of foreign tapestry can be glimpsed at every time one of the candles roars slightly brighter.

This cult shit will be the end of you. Because it's real.

When Admin halts, you nearly walk past her, steadying eventually. That you know of, no one stands on the altar, which is equal parts puzzling as it is disquieting.

" My higher. " The woman bows to the darkness. " She's here, exactly as you wished. "

The silence that follows drags across your skin like nails on a chalkboard. A minor disturbance in the air makes the flames veer into the left for a moment. Oh you sure as fuck are not alone, your animal brain screams.

" Forgive the delay, Belo faltered. "

When her head rises, a gust of comparatively steaming air is blown your way, and you look ahead just in time to see two large orange slits open in the nothingness, sharpened pupils strike the fear of gods into you and your breath perishes in that instant. Help.

" Leave us. "

Admin tenses, her eyes widening. " Yes, m'lord. " Shock is quickly and effectively masked, the woman standing, retreating from whence the two of you came. Only the clicks of boot on ground fading away can indicate her departure.

Had you not been as paralyzed with ancient terror as you are, you would've shouted after her.

Slow, ever-uncomfortable seconds pass. You're not sure if you should bow like your escort did previously, or just turn tail and flee. Speaking is out of the question.

The privilege to choose is coldly ripped from you when the candles erupt into bright streams of fire, your sanity burning as well the moment a gigantic form presents itself.

There are no words. There can't be words. Your mind isn't given time to ponder on what it's actually seeing, just that it's witnessing the form of a god, compacted in a shape the human mind may be able to perceive. But not without pain, not without the ringing that stabs into your cranium from all sides at the sight of numerous charred arms and the flickers of red taking over your sight as your eyes nearly sizzle at the organs perched on his abdomen. A thin, vaguely emaciated figure extends to a height far beyond that of any monster's you have ever seen. You can make out charred, curdled flesh crossing that magnificent hide, horns, sharp jutting protrusions on hard shoulders, a curling, bony tail tipped with a scythe.

Every time your brain tries to fix and determine what it's looking at, parts of your comprehension falter and blend into others. The mere exposure to this being is breaking down your thought process, turning it into a mindless soup swirling to a nauseating rhythm. Basic shapes become unknowable mysteries, the smallest movement from their figure causing a searing headache to paralyze you. Colors become tastes and sounds turn to smells, sight is touch, your footing falters.

In a matter of blinks, sensation across your body starts to fade, becoming a distant murmur. And for a blissfully vacant moment, it's as if you're outside your own husk, glancing down from above, watching yourself stumble and heave.

Are you dying...? Is this what it feels like? Is it ending?

Something slender reaches out from the molding mass before you, past the corner of your vision. Faintly, the sound of maddened screeching reaches your eardrums -Is that you?- Before several points of contact are established, sending ripples of bile-churning goosebumps through your scalp and neck and-

Everything's calm.

It's not a good sensation. In fact, you're on the precipice of coherence, as if your impending meltdown is being held back by a transparent barrier, the fringes of your fraying conscious held together by the fickle webs of a spider. Something's is drying on your cheeks, your nose is too clogged by blood for you to breathe, so you end up coughing red onto your own chin. Finally, you're given enough motor control to blink, eyeballs burning, ears itching, though never able to turn your gaze away from him.

No wonder they call him lord. What else can you call an entity this supreme?

The god of this land spares you an unreadable expression. You'd piss yourself in fright if your bladder hadn't frozen.

" Nuisance. " He booms.

And every bone in your body rumbles. You won't talk. You should never talk. What is there to say, and how do you say it, to a deity? The word sounds from everywhere at once, the room feeding it to your senses by force.

" At its core, that is what you have been. "

The god moves now, flames dimming to shadow over his body once more, welcoming it, what you now recognize as a spidery hand briskly abandoning your head. A long tail drags across the floor audibly. Are you being circled?

" Thrown to my grounds by one of the... Guests of honor, I assumed you to be no more than a measly gift of gratitude. "

So he knows. Did Vesper tell him? Did he see it? Have you been watched this entire day?

" Bait perhaps. Scraps for the starved of lust. "

There's a gust of warm air on your back, though you dare not twitch, not even to wipe the crimson running down your face. You're going to die from this, probably. For some reason, the thought isn't as panic-inducing as it should be.

" It even crossed my mind that your presence here was more of a distraction. A means to disorient the servants, stir enough chaos for one of them to get fruitless ideas. "

Massive claws hold your upper body still, a stray, rough hand tugging one of your legs up with no care for your safety. Your hip joint pops harmlessly and you quiver with fear as your genitals are appraised by them. By a god figure.

" And, merit where merit is due, you have been most successful at distracting my workers. In just one day, you sank five to blind fucklust. "

There's a snort. No, an inhale?

" You drip these conquests like an offensive perfume. "

Oh yes, he's definitely angered you've apparently bothered the staff team here, no doubt about that. There was no winning here, was there? Being cooperative, being rambunctious, it all would inspire his wrath anyway, wouldn't it?

" I do not quite care for what makes you so special. " The voice sounds a little more distant, your limb unceremoniously dropped, body released. " It is a busy, busy night, lesser. "

" Killing you is on the cards. "

You guessed as much.

Pleading doesn't seem useful with him. If it meant nothing to Admin, then you're more than certain this one will crush your skull like a pea should you irritate him too much. Let him talk, you suppose.

" But so is a much more useful alternative. "

Oh?

" Which is the only reason I have deigned to talk to something as filthy as you. "

Are all gods like this? Is this what humanity has to look forward to? You have no reference, no expectations, no norms- This is brand new, uncharted, impactful territory. Giving the nuances of the situation any more thought than you currently are will unravel the small mercy of mental stability he bestowed upon you. Just as you have done since the start of this rollercoaster, you opt to live in the present. Think in the moment. Act on the second. Everything else is conceptually inexistent.

" With enough... " There's a long, low hum. " Guidance, you may come to serve me. " What must have been a wispy chuckle follows, as if the idea was a tad humorous to them. " Never as a worker here. Yet the ones sworn to me need to weened off my vessel, the future will require a certain level of distance. The sooner I fetch holes, the faster this will cease being a point of concern. "

... So, he's offering to let you remain alive, if you become a glorified cock-sock for his men?

What small shred of hope resided within you ebbs away in depressing seconds, face falling to a pained frown. Your tear ducts aren't working properly, but you're crying silently nonetheless. That's it, the culmination of all you've done in life.

It has led you here, to this moment, to this unspeakable humiliation.

What did you do that was vile enough to warrant this?

A flash of sizzling orange lets you know you're always being studied. The shadows grow more oppressive in their caress of your naked silhouette, he's closer now than he ever was before, every hair in your skin standing at attention.

Krulu's laughter roars loudly enough to momentarily deafen you.

" Do not illude yourself. " The god hisses. " Your kind is not permitted to leave these grounds. If you are to keep living then you will pay me tribute! "

" You will be of use, however your higher sees fit... "

A lulling, deceitful silence settles when his words fade into murmurs carried by the room's echoing.

It boils down to a very simple choice, one you can make sense of and see coming, thankfully.

When the numberless candles around the altar flare again, those bursts of wisteria ascend to the very ceiling of this room, spreading around the two of you like a dome of ethereal smog. More incomprehensible sigil-work and images eat up what little you can see of the walls, reredos and tapestry. Only now does the golden hue of jewelry adorning the entity's cruel body become clear to you, as does the yellowed snarl beneath such stern glowering.

One of those six hands darts its way to your blood-soaked jaw, claws hooking into soft skin like knives through melted butter when you're violently yanked onto the marbled surface of the altar. Krulu's face dwarfs yours, the glow of age-old hues holding immeasurable hate boring into the very depths of your soul.

" Waste my time no longer, pestilence. It is not often I offer agency to the inferior. "

You can only gulp.

" Give yourself to me, become property of my domain. "

The grip on your jaw softens just enough to let you move it, the soreness stinging harshly.

" Or perish, and the night will resume without you. "

Even if your throat feels as if it has been all but sealed with trepidation, you know this is a choice you'll have to voice.

Because, it could very well be the last choice you ever make.

And the higher is offering you the smallest amount of consideration by letting you write your own path.

#Belo oc #Krulu oc #monster x reader #monster smut #terato #terato tag #monsterfucker #terat0philliac #minors dni #not sfw #Gifted🎀

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