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myhungryass) wrote2024-08-04 09:33 am
myhungryass) wrote2024-08-04 09:33 am
Laios's Heart Game
It's dark, and you are not quite conscious. You have the sense that you are climbing; that you have been climbing for a long time. You can feel the burn in your thighs, the ache in your calves. You're a little too hot, and what you're wearing is a little too heavy. You have the sense of taking a last weary, heaving step onto a plateau.
You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.
There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.
Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...
Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.
You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.
There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.
Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...
Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.
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Then-- show me. Show it off.
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His collar of feathers goes all the way down over his deltoids on both sides, and then continues down the right arm to his elbow, at which point the scales of his talon-hand emerge from under the fluff, travelling down his forearm to the base of his claws. The left arm is tiger fur from the bicep on down, though the cap of feathers on his shoulder overlaps the fur.
On his front, the feathers stop at about collarbone level, overlapping a short-haired glossy coat like a horse's that continues all the way down to his groin. His dick is sheathed, his balls nestled in grey fur that gets a little shaggier as it continues down his thighs to his ankles.
When he spins again, the feathered part forms a V down his upper back, outlining his lower trapezius muscle and overlapping the thick buff-coloured fur that goes down his back to his lion's tail... except for the skin right over his spine, which is a bright line of emerald green snakeskin all the way down from the base of his skull, under his human hairline, narrowing to a point just above his sacrum.
He's grinning, somewhere between shy and smug, as he completes his turn to face Kabru again, his little fangs flashing.
"This is me."
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Kabru fully forgets about breathing.
He steps up to his front, to pet his tiger furred arm, and the fur on his thigh. Stupidly and completely riveted. Here, his eyes are literally shining.]
...It's greedy. I like that.
I love that.
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That does not necessarily reflect how frantic Kabru may feel on his own account, though.
Laios drags his claws down Kabru's back, tearing his shirt. "Sorry—"
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He digested it.
Kabru's own hunger is in fact a different matter.
"Tear it off, Laios. Bite me. T--Taste me."
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Kabru knows, can feel, that some part of him just became part of Laios instead.
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"How," he breathes. "How is it?"
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He pulls back, panting, but—his eyes are bright and thoughtful. He's not lost in the experience, he's analyzing it. "Strong, rich. ...a little bitter? You taste— I don't even know how to describe this flavour..."
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"It's not like I'll die or run out here," he groans, "It's you... you're not a demon. You just ate one," he laughs. "I think you ate a fucking demon, you maniac."
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He shakes his head again, though, determined. "I don't know what it will do if I keep eating, though. You're already here inside me. The part of you that thinks and talks and—loves me—is inside me right now. I already took a bite out of that. You let me do that. That was enough. That was more than enough. I'm satisfied."
He swallows again.
"Do you—want to taste me, too?"
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He nods. His mouth floods with saliva and he nods.
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the voregore is back
Kabru pulls Laios down, into a locking caress in the grass, and bites the back of his neck. His teeth scrape and clack without managing the first time, but the second time he bites to eat, and blood gushes in his mouth as he tears away a chunk of emerald skinned flesh. He laps the blood, like Laios did. And he chews, and chews, and chews. And swallows.
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"A little sweet," he gasps, as he unlocks his grip for a caress instead.
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"Now part of you is inside me too," he declares, fierce and feverish.
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