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Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

His hand took the one that she raised for just a moment, holding her smaller hand entirely with his own without a grip. It wouldn't be tight in the least, leaving the impression that she even just stopped holding her hand upwards that it could slip through his fingers and down past his palm. By this point, he wouldn't be looking at the floor any more, fighting the part of him that just wanted to run and he'd just look directly into her eyes again. If he was as beaten down and unfortunate as he was before, it'd surely be odd to a psychologist to find his comfort with eye contact to persist this far. She was being accusatory, but she was right to do so. My Kakugan just doesn't go away. It hasn't reverted in a long time. He'd state this plainly before guiding her hand closer to herself and then releasing it, frowning as his eyes would appear to grow heavy. I'm a danger to you. I'm a danger to your family, and not just because the doves know what I look like and won't give up the hunt for me. I should- He'd swallow and looked away. I should just go.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra trembled as he took her hand but didn't pull away. She was intrigued. But when he mentioned his kakugan, it all clicked. Of course the doves were hunting him. To possess the appearance of a ghoul in broad daylight was suicide anywhere you went. Her eyes widened and she gasped, her free hand raising to her mouth. I- I'm sorry, I didn't know... I.. she stuttered, looking for something to say to him. She had never heard of this before but she couldn't imagine... living your life in fear. It must be horrible.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

You've done enough for me, Cierra. Oten's words were rather direct, but he softened his voice at her name. No matter the situation, it would seem that he was unable to use her name in a tone that wasn't tender. After just a small pause, he'd turn and head for the steps. It didn't matter why she was apologizing, because at the end of the day there wasn't going to be a way he could reasonably inform her of his truth. He's devoured both humans and ghouls and despite having his mental split in check, there wasn't a true certainty that he wouldn't just wake up crazy and kill her too. He's done something similar when he was just a boy, after all. And he was so hungry then.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra's heart sank at his words, knowing that he meant them as a finality. But he clarified to her that he meant it as a goodbye when he turned and began walking towards the steps. Wait! she cried. She spun around, catching him by the first thing she could reach, which happened to be the waist of his pants. She was too short to stop him at the shoulder, so this was the best she had. You'll die out there. This is a really busy neighborhood and especially this time of day, if someone saw you, you'd be killed for sure. Please.... don't go. I like you here. I.. want you here. I don't care if it's dangerous, I'm tired of living my life cooped up here and it's not fair for me to get all this while you spend every day unsure if you'll wake up the next morning it's- She began tearing up and her voice cracked. It's not fair. She dropped her hand, head hanging, dejected. Tears didn't fall but god were they there and ready. She took a deep breath and looked up at him.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

He wasn't prepared to feel the waist of the sweats being tugged on. In fact, the moment he sensed it he'd pause in place. If he took too bit of a step, she would have pulled the waist too far for his barely decent attire to remain PG13. That part wasn't what was important, however. He'd be frozen over at her voice and the words she shaped with it. It was entirely unimaginable, despite the compliments he's had in the past, for him to possibly imagine she did all of this just because he had a handsome face. Something about him was already important to Cierra, and as much as it meant to him to be needed it was also another sin tacked onto his guilt. She didn't know he was a monster, and he couldn't stomach the pain or how he imagined her face would contort should he have to tell her the truth. And he couldn't lie to her either. Turning now and looking right into her eyes, he'd hug her head right to his bare chest. One arm over her shoulder with a palm on her back and the other hand was on the back of her head. He did this to hide the look on his face with his eyes wide open and a mix of concern and guilt written all over it, but he also couldn't help but hug her after all she said and the look in her eyes. You're contagious. He'd whisper, clearly choking back his nature to say so much more than he normally had too.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

He turned around, finally making eye contact with her, and suddenly pulled Cierra in for a... hug? Her face bloomed bright red and she was sure he would be able to feel the heat of it against his chest but she couldn't help herself. She was horribly flustered, both worried about him and confused at the emotions she was receiving from him and herself. What was she supposed to make of all this?? You're contagious, he whispered. Contagious? What did that mean? What that a good thing? A bad thing? Her face reddened a bit more as she pulled away, only about an inch or two, just enough to be able to look up into his eyes questioningly.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

He was defeated, and it showed on his face. Even if he looked so much better after the shower, the look on his face didn't display the same confidence that he'd normally wear. He wasn't as twisted as he was when he woke up. Oten couldn't stomach telling her anymore and that much was displayed on his eyes that'd ask as much from her. Just like his stomach was twisting in real time at the idea of telling her just one more thing, as though he couldn't give her both his company and the truth. As her eyes met his face, he made no move to hide it. There was something he wasn't saying, and it wasn't life or death fear, but there was regret in his eyes. Almost as if he was pleading with her to ask anything else. Pleading with her to just let his past go for now. He'd lower his head further in defeat as his long hair shrouded his face.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra looked down at her hands, which she found resting on his chest, ashamed that she had pushed him. She ran a finger absent-mindedly over his collarbone, then followed the trace of bone down his chest, across his ribs... She shook her head and looked back up at him. Please, just stay a few days. I won't push you, and I'm sorry that I did. Just stay until you're all healed up, and then... and then I won't fight it if you want to leave. She dropped her gaze at this last bit, staring at nothing on the ground.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Something about her touch over his chest, her hands resting on him and the finger she ran over his collarbone and over his ribs which made him feel so much lighter. Unfortunately, what he had left of a soul was tortured and bound by the ankle to the fate that he's chosen for the wretched monster inside of her. The pain he experienced earlier didn't haunt him, his near death experience didn't weigh on him, because he's accepted both to be what he deserved and he'd ultimately put himself in the same situation unless Cierra somehow poisoned him and chained him up. Which, unless he was almost completely lacking in the ability to read people, wasn't in her toolbox. I'll stay. He spoke to her just as his face came to the top of her head so that his words could be whispered into her hair. Ultimately, this also hid his face from her as well, but he'd also hold her just a little tighter for just a moment before letting his arms drop to his sides.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

She stepped back as the intimate moment seemed to come to an end but clasped her hands in front of her, relieved. Thank you... I couldn't bear to watch you put yourself in harm's way like that. She looked at her hands, knotted within each other and hanging in front of her. She was definitely scaring him off.. but what else what she supposed to do? He was in danger. She couldn't just let him walk out onto an open battlefield like that. She hoped that the few days that he stayed might be enough to change his mind about the whole situation. A girl could dream..
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

He last part of her sentence made the voice in his head scream so loudly that he could barely think. Of course that's what he's going to do. But, she wouldn't know that. She couldn't know that. He didn't want her to know that. He couldn't tell her that. If she knew, his heart felt like it'd finally escape through his mouth to be rid of the dusted corpse he's been parading around all of these years. If she rejected him for who he was, he knew he never could truly be whole again. Even if he thought he knew that already. You're an odd one, thanking me for staying in your house and eating your food. He tried to joke and pulled a tight and almost wavering smile just for her. Besides, those doves would love to run into me at less than half of my total power. He folded his arms, mixing in playfulness with the truth as he turned from her and made his way towards his makeshift room, only barely being reminded of all of the blood that was surely stained onto the bedding. A fitting bed for Oten, the stain. I couldn't give them such an easy victory. He joked more with his tone lightening with each word. In a way, he was like a kid playing villain and he enjoyed that.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra giggled as he tried to lighten the mood, wiping at her eyes. Y-yeah. Gotta make em work for it.. She followed him into his room, hoping he would like the few improvements she made in it. She suddenly remembered the box of old blankets that her parents kept in the spare bedroom. Her eyes widened and she spun around, sprinting upstairs. She ran to the bedroom and began digging through the chest for a certain blanket, tossing out the fluffiest ones as she dug.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

The changes around the room were noticeable, perhaps the coffee pot was a little more tugging at his attention than it should have been, but he was definitely finding her dedication to housing him to be fairly curious. What was it about him that got her so engaged with this? This couldn't have been the way she'd behave if she found just anyone else laying to near death, could it? He couldn't imagine just how big of a heart she'd have to have if that were the case. And thinking about that twisted his own heart as he reminded himself that she was also a ghoul, and the doves would kill her too. As if they were no different, there sentences wouldn't vary in the least. They weren't deserving of a day in court, they didn't get benefit of the doubt or another chance. They eat people so that they can live, and their crime was not accepting death fast enough for nothing more than what they were born as. He'd follow her after a delay, catching her throwing the blankets around as he'd just lean against a wall nearby and watch. Oten's arms crossed over his chest as his gaze followed her every motion and he didn't even begin to process why she was doing what she was doing, he just didn't wanna look away.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra finally found the blanket she was looking for. It was a fluffy throw blanket, though frankly rather small. But it was her favorite when she was a kid. She smiled and hugged it, then turned around to pick up the other blankets, jumping and squeaking when she saw Oten standing there. Oh uh I uh.... sorry. Didn't see you there. She blushed and began picking up the other blankets, putting away some of the less comfortable ones. I just. Um. Wanted to get you some more bedding. Since your blankets were probably kinda, uh, bloody. She stared down at the floor, horribly embarrassed.
Thread: Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Why did she have to be so godforsakenly cute? It was already difficult for him, both feeling as though he owed her something despite her words and that he'd miss her too terribly much if he did just run when she wasn't paying attention. His heart was already shriveled and pathetic, mirroring his self-esteem quite closely. He wasn't going to be able to break the deal set forth just moments prior. He couldn't forget her smile, and the way her innocent grace embraced the blanket that she found. He wouldn't know it, but he was starring right into her eyes longingly. The feelings swelling in his chest carving his features into the mixed and confused look across his face. After a blink, he'd shake his head with color coming to his own cheeks before he'd turn away. Her embarrassment being missed as he tried to shroud his own moment of complete lack of thought. What'd she think of him if she knew the feelings swelling in his chest? Shouldn't you be wary of what you move and turn over while your parents are out? If they find out this way, I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant. He'd try to distract himself with a piece of criticism for her before moving back towards the basement stairs.
Thread: Not What I Signed Up For, But I Still Love it (Razgriz x Major Mario)

Once it became clear that humankind was a species worth examining, Ebrietas was brought into the fold to study their growth at the behest of her master. Many other cosmic beings crept into the universe to take a look for themselves, but alas, most of them found little value in these bumbling, awkward creatures. The few who did only saw amusement and fiendish delight in pitting them against one another or capitalizing on the inherent greed and sin within them. Ebrietas, a prodigal student under Nyarlathotep when he still bothered to walk the earth, persuaded other beings to take their affairs elsewhere as she, acting as a kind, nurturing mother, wanted humanity to grow without outside influence. To that degree, she refused to intervene in mortal affairs and was forced to endure their senseless wars, immature hatred and more. She had modelled herself after the humans in due time, and therein laid her first mistake. Ebrietas became attached to those she was observing, and at times she got too close to the point where tales cropped up about her. Century after century her cover was gradually chipped away until she was actively hounded by gifted, yet vile humans. The cosmic being had little idea how it happened, or how long it had been since she was captured all that Ebrietas knew was that humans have proved themselves far more clever than she could give them credit for, and now she was trapped and forced to endure experimentation by less-than-sympathetic scientists. At her full power she would have driven threats to madness and suicide, and if that failed- which it rarely did- then the poison secreted through her flexible tendrils would kill in seconds. Here, however, her powers had been nullified somehow, and Ebrietas felt vulnerable. One could say the nurturing creature was afraid, even! Even now Ebrietas tried to ignore and avoid the piercing gazes of the scientists outside her containment field. She acted as if she was still sleeping, still exhausted from the previous experiments and the humiliation she had to endure. Alas, the jig was up and the humans in biohazard suits knew that she was awake, and with the pneumatic hissing of a door or something of the like opening nearby, Ebrietas had to get up from her spot on the cold, sleek floor. She had slept in a pose similar to a discarded, distraught harlot prostrate on the floor at an angle that highlighted her femininity. Her glowing amber eyes glared out at the men watching her before she took notice of the grotesque creature ogling her. You're a disgrace to your kind, Ebrietas, A-321 snarled to the mad scientist. She pushed herself off from the floor and stood tall at about 5'7, completely naked with her strange violet skin on full display along with the odd tentacles swaying about her limbs at a lazy, lethargic pace. Stars above, Ebrietas felt as weak as a human female and terribly degraded. Whatever do you hope to accomplish bringing this sad creature in here with me?
Thread: Not What I Signed Up For, But I Still Love it (Razgriz x Major Mario)

The scientist could only smile as A-321 put up that oh-so-brave front in truth, they went through these measures because the group knew how dangerous she was. There was little doubt she could annihilate them in a matter of seconds, but with this field that they had spent millenia developing? It would be nigh impossible without outside interference of some kind. Even so, the scientist was well aware of her charm her humanoid form was rather attractive, even someone as objective-driven as him could see that. But that had little precedent over what they wanted. Over what was needed. Ah, there's that delightful banter. Glad that you're spry, else we might not get a good result. said the scientist, smiling as his artificial eye 'twitched', the adjustable lens contracting as it read over her body before traveling over to the creature that was to be her 'partner' for this experiment. As for what we intend to accomplish? I had thought you would know by now....You're far too dangerous to be released, A321. But, I'm certain your progeny can be very useful. And so far, nothing has been able to successfully mate with you. Even the rarest and most powerful specimens in our possession you've destroyed. Giving her a slight smile, the scientist then continued, But with this - our people call it the Scherezade, others colloquially call it a 'lust beast' - exists in the farthest reaches of dark space. It can breed anything...Anyone. And with a being of such dual existence as yourself, well, I think you'll appreciate why we would use such a lovely creature. And as the containment fields linked together, the Scherezade seemed to go for A-321 with gusto. Its plenitude of tentacles wrapped around her limbs, a sensational bioelectric field flooding her neurons with the signals of pleasure and ecstasy. One tactic its kind used often to make its prey more malleable, the tentacles serving as conduits to stimulate her entire body, the thick knobby member between its legs flopping out from a large sheath as it pulled her close to its body.
Thread: Not What I Signed Up For, But I Still Love it (Razgriz x Major Mario)

True, Ebrietas was dangerous. The poison she secreted from her skin was far more potent than that of a Poison Dart Frog or Pufferfish, and with sharp tendrils coated in the stuff, she could sting harder than a Box Jellyfish. Simply put, were she to jab someone with her tentacles with the intent to kill, death would be near-instantaneous. But her psionic powers were far worse. Should she have the imagination and desire to do it, whatever it was, it could be done. The laws of physics, nature and space did not apply to her at her full power. Here though her poison was now as effective as the oil from poison ivy, and her psionic powers were little more than exquisite ESP, a sixth sense that manifested itself as 'woman's intuition'. I... I thought you would have buried the thought, Ebrietas murmured, aghast with wide eyes as she turned away from the mad scientist with arms raised over her breasts. She had little shame, yet the scientist's gaze troubled her. I am not your breeding stock, human, she growled, her brave front crumbling by the second as the lust beast drew near. And I'm most certainly not some... some- H-hey now, don't come any closer! All of Ebrietas' protests would be in vain. She watched as the lust beast- a creature cosmic beings both feared and pitied- filed into her enclosure and came after her with gusto. The thing looked like something out of these human's Japanese animes or worse luscious, bio-luminescent purple skin covered the creature's mass while a swath of tentacles, appearing from behind the beast's body in what Ebrietas first figured to be a kitsune's tail, flew towards her like yellow shooting stars. Ebrietas, with tentacles of her own to defend herself with, tried to flee or at the very least deflect some of the boneless limbs coming for her, but her tendrils were weak and yielded to the lust beast to allow it to ensnare her. Aah! Ssstop! The poison within Ebrietas' pores was overridden by pleasure and ecstasy. Like thick oil her body was covered in a warm, tingling sensation that made it hard for her to move or resist. Ebrietas, pitifully, tried to turn away from the lust beast, but in doing so she lost her footing and fell to the ground only to be grasped and held more securely. Like paralyzed prey before the maw of a powerful beast, Ebrietas was vulnerable. Her amber eyes went dark as her core, superheated by the pounding of her heart and the lust beast's many tricks, spread passion through her body and down into her loins. Was she really going to have to endure this humiliation again? But this time was different- the scientists had done something to her, or perhaps her body had been toyed with long enough to the point where she was looking forward to the lust beast's touch. Ebrietas didn't want any of this, yet her body was eager to begin. She gritted her teeth and glared up at the lust beast. Y-you're going to... going to ruin me with that thing, aren't you? Ebrietas whimpered as her eyes caught a glimpse of the beast's obscene member.
Thread: Not What I Signed Up For, But I Still Love it (Razgriz x Major Mario)

Oh no, far from it we were just waiting and biding our time. Trying each trick we could think of to break you towards this fate. Strengthen the resonance barriers, and increasing damping frequency. We must not give A321 any room to harm the Scherezade while it copulates. said the scientist, the Scherezade lining her up. Its tendrils seemed to pulse with energy, their glowing surfaces colorful and vibrant as they gently squeezed and seemed to even massage her limbs, its foremost limbs coming to grasp her ample thighs and help spread her legs apart. Exposing the distinctly human-like slit between her legs. The insanely thick hard member seemed to be covered in a tough, near-black leathery skin meant to resistpush through any intrusion, the 'head' perfectly smooth and round with a cross-shaped slit at the very peak of it, bulging a bit and being quite round. Even now, A321, I'm so very curious why you chose to model yourself after us did you hope perhaps to find a human that would do these things with you? asked the scientist, some of the lust beast's tentacles now beginning to squeeze her heavy breast, those darkened peaks being coiled around helping spread that pleasure through her body. And before long she would be lifted up before it, her back facing its 'chest' as she would be forced to submit. A long prehensile tongue coming to invade her mouth, its surface colored the same as the cock that was poised to penetrate her, its breath somewhat sweet-smelling as its face - those four slit-like yellow and pupil-less eyes watching her every move with great intent. Well now...B247 seems to rather enjoy you... the scientist said, pausing to speak into the sphere in his hand, Notation eight-six-five-seven-dot-three B247 appears to be unusually 'playful' in all other trials except for the D-series compatibility trials, this subject had disregarded foreplay. We'll have to investigate further, but it leads credence to our theory that it senses when it has found a suitable partner for it to bear its spawn does it attempt to induce compliance. Evidenced as such as the bright tendrils seemed to pulse, a few more coming to tease at the slit between her legs, and at the hole of her 'backside'. That thick, meaty shaft hovering so dangerously close to her entrance, waiting until she was truly primed, ready to be bred that it would give her the ultimate satisfaction.