(Writer here! Your timing is excellent. I was just finishing up Part 2.)
On instinct, she drew in a breath to scream, and her mirror image took advantage of the chance to fix its mouth to hers and force its tongue down her throat in a fierce, invasive kiss. And it was down her throat - its tongue was long and thick enough to fill her mouth and then some, so that it was nearly impossible for her to breathe. She let loose with a tirade of protesting sounds and muffled swearing and soon found herself dizzy from a lack of oxygen. She bit down hard and tasted blood, but it only laughed against her lips and didn't move an inch, let her taste her own failure and helplessness as it took her mouth.
And she was helpless. The realization made her stomach lurch with terror, because its grip around her wrists was iron and its knees dug painfully into her inner thighs. She could only lay there and take it, could only snatch the occasional breath as it started to pump its tongue in and out of her throat, her skin crawling and her stomach roiling with disgust.
Through the horror, it took her a few seconds to realize what else she was feeling - a tingling like pins and needles, first in her mouth but spreading down her throat and out throughout the rest of her body. When she felt it, she remembered descriptions of acidic saliva and bites that burned and let out a terrified shriek, renewing her efforts to struggle. Then it hit her that she wasn't being dissolved, she was being poisoned - drugged. Somehow, rather than scalding her, its saliva was deadening her nerves, leaving her limbs feeling so impossibly heavy, leaving her numb but nowhere near numb enough.
Her voice had faded to little more than whimpers, so muffled that she could barely hear herself over its laughter and Jester’s protesting cries. She felt it moving, repositioning itself. Not much, not enough to give her any leverage at all especially as weak as she was, but moving so that its thighs were tightly clamped around one of hers’, and then…
…and then she felt it roll its hips. She heard it moan into her mouth.
Even then, it took her a handful of seconds that seemed to last an eternity before she realized what she was feeling, and then a hot lance of shame joined the disgust and the fear. The creature was rutting against her like a dog in heat.
This couldn’t be happening. Why was this happening? Nott shuddered violently as she felt it pull its head back and draw its tongue out of her throat in a long, wet slide, but the brief flash of relief was short-lived. It left her no less sedated, and instead, her doppelganger started to run its tongue along her throat, graze its teeth along her ear, press hard and biting kisses to her jaw and neck and shoulders and doubtless leaving marks with its needle-sharp teeth – her own teeth. It was marking her, claiming her, just like…
Well, just like a goblin. Just like she’d seen goblins doing back with the clan.
Not to her. The goblins of the clan had made a point of telling her that they would never deign to mate with one as pathetic as her, that she had poor hips for bearing new goblins and besides, she would only taint them with the echoes of her halfling blood. It had been one mercy in the depths of a fresh hell. And now, just as it had started to seem like there might be hope for her, it seemed even that mercy was going to be taken away at long last.
I didn’t even let Yeza touch me like this, Nott thought wildly, as she felt its hot, wet breath against her cheek, heard its panting breath and pleasured moans. As she felt it rock against her thigh.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hating the threat of tears, hating her own weakness and how easily it swatted her hands aside when she tried to stop it from shredding the top of her dress with its claws. Her breasts spilled free, only for the thing to immediately take one into its mouth. She heard its jaw stretch and crack to accommodate it all. Its teeth were the barest points of pressure all along her sensitive flesh as it worked its mouth over her. The fear of what might happen if it decided to bite down even fractionally harder twisted the knot of fear in her stomach another notch tighter – for a moment, she couldn’t get the image out of her head.
Then it started to swirl and lap its obscenely long tongue around her nipple, sending that same strange tingling sensation down into the pit of her stomach. Unbidden, Nott’s eyes flew open with a gasp that was edged with a sob. Her head had lolled to the side under its assault, and the first sight that greeted her eyes made her wish she hadn’t opened them at all.
Jester’s skirt had been pushed up, her blouse and panties shredded. The doppelganger pinning her wrists had bent over to force its tongue down her throat. Nott could already see Jester’s struggles weakening, growing more feeble. Not that there was much to struggle against – the other mirror image had already forcibly spread Jester’s legs, torn her panties, and shoved two fingers into her.
Watching one of her dearest friends be violated while she was helpless to save her was almost bad enough. What was, in a way, more horrifying was the look on the false Jester’s face. It stared fixedly at her Jester, at the real Jester, as it pumped its fingers slowly in and out of her. Its face was alight with a predatory hunger, with the pleasure of a predator seeing its prey helpless before it.
Nott wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
It was almost a mercy when her own mirror image grabbed her forcibly by the hair and yanked her into another kiss. That mercy was short-lived, however, because Nott realized as she was drawn forcibly back to her own situation that the rocking of its hips had grown more frantic, its breath more frantic and labored, its moans more desperate. It was about to come.
Sure enough, after what was probably only a handful of seconds but felt agonizingly longer, she felt it shudder, heard it keen and whine and was forced to swallow the sounds her own voice was making. She sounded so blissful and yet she felt so terrified. She felt it press itself so tightly against her thigh that she could feel its own spreading wetness, and wanted to be sick.
It’s over now, she caught herself thinking wildly. It’ll stop. It’ll go back to trying to kill me and then I can do something, I just need a chance—
She didn’t even realize until it licked the tears from her cheeks that they’d started to fall. A scant second after she felt that, she felt it roughly shredding her smallclothes and leaving her entirely bare.
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Re: [FILL] Too Close for Comfort (2/?)
Date: 2019-09-19 12:58 am (UTC)On instinct, she drew in a breath to scream, and her mirror image took advantage of the chance to fix its mouth to hers and force its tongue down her throat in a fierce, invasive kiss. And it was down her throat - its tongue was long and thick enough to fill her mouth and then some, so that it was nearly impossible for her to breathe. She let loose with a tirade of protesting sounds and muffled swearing and soon found herself dizzy from a lack of oxygen. She bit down hard and tasted blood, but it only laughed against her lips and didn't move an inch, let her taste her own failure and helplessness as it took her mouth.
And she was helpless. The realization made her stomach lurch with terror, because its grip around her wrists was iron and its knees dug painfully into her inner thighs. She could only lay there and take it, could only snatch the occasional breath as it started to pump its tongue in and out of her throat, her skin crawling and her stomach roiling with disgust.
Through the horror, it took her a few seconds to realize what else she was feeling - a tingling like pins and needles, first in her mouth but spreading down her throat and out throughout the rest of her body. When she felt it, she remembered descriptions of acidic saliva and bites that burned and let out a terrified shriek, renewing her efforts to struggle. Then it hit her that she wasn't being dissolved, she was being poisoned - drugged. Somehow, rather than scalding her, its saliva was deadening her nerves, leaving her limbs feeling so impossibly heavy, leaving her numb but nowhere near numb enough.
Her voice had faded to little more than whimpers, so muffled that she could barely hear herself over its laughter and Jester’s protesting cries. She felt it moving, repositioning itself. Not much, not enough to give her any leverage at all especially as weak as she was, but moving so that its thighs were tightly clamped around one of hers’, and then…
…and then she felt it roll its hips. She heard it moan into her mouth.
Even then, it took her a handful of seconds that seemed to last an eternity before she realized what she was feeling, and then a hot lance of shame joined the disgust and the fear. The creature was rutting against her like a dog in heat.
This couldn’t be happening. Why was this happening? Nott shuddered violently as she felt it pull its head back and draw its tongue out of her throat in a long, wet slide, but the brief flash of relief was short-lived. It left her no less sedated, and instead, her doppelganger started to run its tongue along her throat, graze its teeth along her ear, press hard and biting kisses to her jaw and neck and shoulders and doubtless leaving marks with its needle-sharp teeth – her own teeth. It was marking her, claiming her, just like…
Well, just like a goblin. Just like she’d seen goblins doing back with the clan.
Not to her. The goblins of the clan had made a point of telling her that they would never deign to mate with one as pathetic as her, that she had poor hips for bearing new goblins and besides, she would only taint them with the echoes of her halfling blood. It had been one mercy in the depths of a fresh hell. And now, just as it had started to seem like there might be hope for her, it seemed even that mercy was going to be taken away at long last.
I didn’t even let Yeza touch me like this, Nott thought wildly, as she felt its hot, wet breath against her cheek, heard its panting breath and pleasured moans. As she felt it rock against her thigh.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hating the threat of tears, hating her own weakness and how easily it swatted her hands aside when she tried to stop it from shredding the top of her dress with its claws. Her breasts spilled free, only for the thing to immediately take one into its mouth. She heard its jaw stretch and crack to accommodate it all. Its teeth were the barest points of pressure all along her sensitive flesh as it worked its mouth over her. The fear of what might happen if it decided to bite down even fractionally harder twisted the knot of fear in her stomach another notch tighter – for a moment, she couldn’t get the image out of her head.
Then it started to swirl and lap its obscenely long tongue around her nipple, sending that same strange tingling sensation down into the pit of her stomach. Unbidden, Nott’s eyes flew open with a gasp that was edged with a sob. Her head had lolled to the side under its assault, and the first sight that greeted her eyes made her wish she hadn’t opened them at all.
Jester’s skirt had been pushed up, her blouse and panties shredded. The doppelganger pinning her wrists had bent over to force its tongue down her throat. Nott could already see Jester’s struggles weakening, growing more feeble. Not that there was much to struggle against – the other mirror image had already forcibly spread Jester’s legs, torn her panties, and shoved two fingers into her.
Watching one of her dearest friends be violated while she was helpless to save her was almost bad enough. What was, in a way, more horrifying was the look on the false Jester’s face. It stared fixedly at her Jester, at the real Jester, as it pumped its fingers slowly in and out of her. Its face was alight with a predatory hunger, with the pleasure of a predator seeing its prey helpless before it.
Nott wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
It was almost a mercy when her own mirror image grabbed her forcibly by the hair and yanked her into another kiss. That mercy was short-lived, however, because Nott realized as she was drawn forcibly back to her own situation that the rocking of its hips had grown more frantic, its breath more frantic and labored, its moans more desperate. It was about to come.
Sure enough, after what was probably only a handful of seconds but felt agonizingly longer, she felt it shudder, heard it keen and whine and was forced to swallow the sounds her own voice was making. She sounded so blissful and yet she felt so terrified. She felt it press itself so tightly against her thigh that she could feel its own spreading wetness, and wanted to be sick.
It’s over now, she caught herself thinking wildly. It’ll stop. It’ll go back to trying to kill me and then I can do something, I just need a chance—
She didn’t even realize until it licked the tears from her cheeks that they’d started to fall. A scant second after she felt that, she felt it roughly shredding her smallclothes and leaving her entirely bare.