Almsworth-worm - Normal Person Do Not Read My Mind.

I like that GQuuuuuux treats Shuji way that most Gundam series treat women. world’s first manic pixie dream man here entirely to forward the character development of women

he's such a little freak i love him

Upon a lonely road was a messenger from The Court, sent to parlay with a number of Decay-aligned knightly orders. Their actions would be of great consequence in the days to follow. Hundreds or even thousands of lives were banking on their ability to reach the camp within the night. However, their horse had…

{This is rather dull, is it not? Whether or not they make it, there will be a great deal of slaughter. This doesn’t matter a bit. Without consequences and results, how are things meant to be fun?}

[I agree with your sentiment, but for different reasons. They merely serve others. They should try to do something for themselves. I of all people know that fate is far from certain, so why would they not choose to forge their own?]

{I believe this is our first time talking. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m The Princess.}

[...]

{And your name is?}

[I am called The Sacrifice. It fits well enough.]

{...}

[We are opposing forces, are we not? I have taken humanity and made it all I am. I have no body or mind and yet I remain human.]

{And I have rejected humanity. However, we are rather similar. We both chose to reject the Laws of this place, and decided to make ones of our own.}

[We do indeed share that, Miss Princess.]

{So, why are we both here, and what are we to discuss?}

[I am not quite sure. When I stood in front of the Mainspring and burnt away, I chose to exist. I did not, though, choose where and when I exist.]

{Excuse me if it is rude to ask, but are you dead?}

[I exist. I chose to. Therefore I do.]

{I expected such a cryptic answer.}

[Oh, but it is the truth. So, why are you here?]

{I thought these events would be entertaining, and it turns out they have been, though not for the reasons I expected.}

[I hate to interrupt, but I can feel myself drifting away. Far too many things call to me, and I cannot hope to answer them all. I must depart.]

{Well, it’s been lovely to meet you. I’ll head off too. I no longer care for that messenger or their horse or their meeting. As far as I am concerned, that story ends here.}

She twitches in her sleep. Light burrows between her eyelids as she clenches her eyes closed. It feels far too early for her to be waking up, so she decides to attempt to get back to sleep.

Something clamps down over her mouth and closes behind her head.

Her eyes fly open as she reels from the unfamiliar sensations. She starts and puts all of her strength into lifting herself off of her bed.

She feels a blade at her throat.

If she were wide awake, it would be a minor inconvenience. She could push past it, injury be damned. She could tear into the person in front of her, and reduce them to a pile of bloody scraps on the floor.

As things stand, her mind is still slowly waking. Her most basic instincts take over, and she pushes forwards, aiming to clamp their throat between her jaws and drink her fill from it.

Her muzzle bounces off of their throat.

As she scrabbles in shock and attempts to get her bearings, their blade finds a home in her side. Their booted foot follows, sending her weakened body spinning out across the floor.

As she attempts to recover, they fasten some items over her forearms. In her bloodlusted haze, she barely notices.

She swings out, and her fists, newly covered in layers of material and padding, collide impotently with their legs.

They reach down, and grab her wrists. They fasten her arms together behind her back. They place something around her neck.

‘Click.’

A tugging sensation lifts her off of the floor, and she is forced to kneel. A hand grabs her under her chin, and she is forced to look into their eyes.

Their eyes are quite beautiful.

‘Others in my line of work would call me an idiot for this. They’d say you’re too dangerous to be left alive. But I know something they don’t.’

She cocks her head, listening intently. She feels a thirst rising within her. She exerted herself rather too much in her attempts to fight them.

‘Creatures like you - Kindred - aren’t as powerful as most think. You’re desperate, pathetic, hopeless.’

The truth in these words hits her harder than their blade and boot did.

‘You can feel the hunger, can’t you? You’d do anything for just a drop of blood, wouldn’t you?’

She can’t muster up any words, but need and desperation overtake her, and she nods.

They laugh, short and sharp.

‘Oh come on now, you have to use your words. That’s how this works. Now dog, speak.’

She says yes. She says she’d do anything. She lists situations and scenarios of all the things she would do. Words of promise and want, near incoherent, spill out of her mouth.

They laugh again.

They smile down at her.

‘You can be so useful to me, pet. Think of the things you can tell me. Think of the things you can do for me.’

They release her chin, but keep one hand on her leash. They move across to her bed. They take a pillow from it, and place it on the floor in front of her.

‘Go on, prove how desperate you are. How utterly broken you are.’

She doesn’t need to be told twice. She crawls over to the pillow. She grips it between her legs. Her hips roll and move backwards and forwards. Her mind goes empty - well, emptier than before.

For an uncertain amount of time she is lost in bliss and want and need. She hardly realises when they reach their free arm down to her side. She hardly realises when they wrap their fingers around the handle of their blade, still stuck in her side.

She definitely realises when they pull it out of her. Blood and viscera spill out over the floor. Pain and pleasure mix in her mind. She buckles and nearly collapses. The collar around her neck, held up by their hand on her leash, is the only thing keeping her upright.

Her hips keep moving.

They take their blade in their free hand, and use their sleeve to wipe it clean. They place it on their palm. They pull the blade, and it catches on their skin.

Red blossoms in their hand.

They push that hand forwards, holding her muzzle with it. They tilt her head backwards. Blood falls through the gaps in the muzzle.

She falls apart when the first drops hit her lips. She screams and moans and cries and begs. She writhes and moves and spasms. The ecstasy of base pleasure mingles with the ecstasy of the blood and the release of her hunger. She is undone.

When she comes to her senses a few minutes later, they are still there. Their hand moves gently through her hair. Their eyes are on hers. They are holding her in their arms. They are smiling at her.

She did so well, she is told. She was perfect, she is told.

They tug on her leash, and the pressure around her neck leads her back to her bed. They lie down beside her. They take her in their arms again.

She falls into a deep sleep, much calmer than before.

[strikes a cute pose and winks] in terms of loathing and malice i can't be beat!!!

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honestly being around people who are not uncomfortable with you having feelings and desires makes the people who were uncomfortable so much worse in retrospect

House drugged that coffee btw