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Shuri tosses and turns on her bunk, clutching desperately at the bedsheets to stop herself from drowning in her anxious mind. It is as if she is trapped in the depths of the deep sea—the high pressures constricting her lungs, forcing her only to take small gasps of air. Sweat floods out of every pore forcing her to strip before the night chill freezes her soaked clothes. Her teeth ache, forcing her to gnaw on her pillows for any relief. The veins in her eyes pulse—throbbing, aching things—forcing her to rub her eyelids raw.
Only thoughts of him helped soothe the encroaching anxiousness that threats to drown her—pulling her into the cosmic void that would consume her screams as her atoms were stretched out to the span of a galaxy—
She tried to keep her thoughts chaste—gripping tightly onto the thread of pearls and beads around her neck as if they were an anchor tethering her to reality. She tries to think only of sweet memories between them but the memory of his lips were sweeter. She yearns for the otherworldly taste of seasalt, of stardust—of Namor.
She cups her breast, her dainty fingers were a poor mockery of the large, rough ones that she imagined. She pretends her sweat is his saliva as she rubs her palm—his tongue—against her hardened nipple, caressing out wispy moans of pleasure from her throat. She uses him—his image in her mind to burn out the icy fear in her veins, flooding it with the heat of desire.
Her thighs rub together—offering little relief to the sensual ache at her core. It makes her dizzy—the confusing sensation of her anxious mind and lustful body tossing her between the extremes. One moment, she’s curled tightly, fingernails carving little crescent moons upon her skin—shattering her soul, destroying not only the flesh but even the very concept of life itself, grinding her so finely that she is nothing but a grain of sand on an endless beach—and in the other, she’s arching her hips, cunt glistening as she swears she sees his hungry eyes watching her from the dark corners of her mind —two galaxies spiraling around each other in an erotic dance of cosmic proportions, both eager for the climactic collision that will last for eons—
Eɳσυɠԋ.
Heart pounding, she sits up on her bunk and peers out the small port hole—The sun is gone, consumed by the dark void of the night—a dark sky that glitters like his eyes. On the brink of madness, Shuri kicks off the bedsheets and runs onto the deck with a raging fire between her legs and a terrifying chill in her heart.
The full moon above showers her in a luster of lunacy. The moonlight gently kisses each sweatdrop on her skin, making them gleam like little embedded pearls—or like the white orbs of a thousand eyes.
A flicker of a shadow.
He’s there. Namor. Hovering calmly above the ocean, watching her with those wide pools of darkness—voids that she yearns to throw herself into. With trembling legs, she stares at him—uncaring that she is as bare as the day she was born. Let him see her—see what she has become—a sun shedding its layers, a planetary nebula, fully baring itself to the salacious gaze of the cosmos—
The cold, wet wood stings her as she slowly sits down on the deck, eyes never leaving his as she draws her knees to her chest. She watches him trace the path of his necklace with his eyes—the beads dipping down between her breasts before curving over the tease of her neck. Feeling bold, Shuri leans back on the palms of her hands, arching her chest up so he could see the perky peaks of her nipples, shuddering as she feels the necklace brush against it.
His expression doesn’t change but for a brief moment, she catches it—something more. Wings stretched. Teeth sharper. Shadows darker. It’s gone before she can grasp it—but a giddy feeling bubbles in her stomach—it’s him. She’s starting to see him.
Her eyes ache as he descends onto the deck, wings fluttering quietly. With the moon behind his back, Namor’s shadow engulfs her fully, growing murkier with each step he takes to close the gap between them. As he approaches, cold fear drains from her, replaced with the heat of lust. She wears her neediness openly on her face—she wants him to know that she desires him, both in body and mind. As he suddenly kneels before her, a questioning glint in his eye makes her heart pound loudly.
Would he—? Does he understand—?
Madness. It is all madness and yet…
Slowly, Shuri opens her legs—shivering as a kiss of cool air brush against her curls around her center. Her cunt clenches as it openly weeps, leaving a pool of her warm desire underneath. His eyes saunter downward, tracing the length of her wet slit.
“P-please…”
For a brief moment, a pang of embarrassment strikes through her—What would he know about earthly intercourse?—cut short by the feeling of his hands gripping her thighs and opening her legs further before his head descends.
She gasps as she feels the hint of his sharp teeth against her folds before quietly moaning as his warm tongue flickers against her clit in apology. He drinks from her, lapping up her essence in long, languishing licks. A strange beast of the sea and stars he may be, yet he devours her so sweetly—easily reading her wants and desires. The shadows shift, a jagged silhouette of hand creeps upon her breasts, fondling and stroking the heated skin in tandem with his licks.
“Please—I need—,” Shuri cries, choking on air with each pleasurable caress, “Please Namor—Ah!—”
She covers her mouth with both hands to hide her lewd sounds. Gods help her if the crew finds her like this—Being deliciously devoured by the legend of their nightmares.
Namor’s hands hold her legs apart—sharp nails pressing into her fragile skin as his tongue sinks into her depths. It’s thicker and longer than she realizes, leaving her helplessly panting as he caresses her far deeper than any normal human tongue should be able to do. The small ridges on his tongue leaves her lewdly shivering as he rakes them against her sensitive walls.
The shadows do not offer any more mercy than his mouth—currently mimicking the feeling of a tongue lavishly licking her aroused nipples. Shuri shudders, overwhelmed by it all. The moment a lewd thought appears in her mind, his shadows will soon follow to fulfill that desire and beyond. A shadow tendril wraps around her throat, placing lavish kisses upon her pulse. Another curls over her clit, swirling and sucking upon it with such precision that her hips cannot help but to quiver in ecstasy.
More and more, he builds up ripples of bliss from her cunt until it grows into a giant wave of ecstasy. On the verge of climax, Shuri chokes on a cry as he directly licks the sensitive bundle nerves inside her—blindingly bright, like the fusion of stars.
Sparks of light dance in her vision, her back arching—a supernova of pleasure flooding through her veins. The shadows squirm around her body, stroking her skin to drag out her orgasm until tears leak from her eyes. Her hands shoot downward to grip Namor’s hair, fingers scraping against his scalp until reality finds her again, her body writhing against the wet, cold floorboards of the deck. As she catches her breath, his tongue and shadows retreats—but she squirms in displeasure—more, she wants something more—
Namor sits back on his hunches—watching her with his cock standing at attention. She blinks—did he always have a cock? It looks human-like enough. Strange that she could not recall him being clothed before. Was he always naked? Her mind aches as she ponders on the question a moment too long. He wipes her release off his mouth, smearing it onto the palm of his hand. He uses it to stroke his cock once, twice—coating it until it is slick with a mix of his and her pleasure. Her core throbs again—something more—
Shuri does not hesitate when he urges her onto her stomach—onto her knees. Some semblance of sanity in her mind tells her it would make sense for a creature such as him to want to take her like that—To rut her as if they were mates.
He teases her cunt with the head of his cock, taking his time to lick the sweat on the back of her neck. A shiver runs down her spine as his teeth nip onto her skin with the utmost gentleness. Little bites of delight—sharper than what his shadow was able to give her.
Under the moonlight, she arches her back higher, wiggling her rear as to tempt him further—impatient from his teasing. It seems to have done the trick as Namor snarls—gripping her waist and yanking her back onto his cock. Shuri chokes at the sudden intrusion but his head slips in so easily that she cannot help but cry out in pleasure, instead of pain. The brutal pace he sets is merciless, fully intending to drown her under an ocean of bliss. His cock fills her so delightfully—each sensual withdrawal has her mewling while each powerful thrust has her moaning salaciously.
She slaps a palm across her mouth in an effort to muffle her cries once more—The crew! The crew will hear! Namor hisses in displeasure—he tolerated it when he was devouring her but to deny him her sweet sounds while on his cock? Absolutely not. He yanks her hands away from her mouth, trapping her arms behind her back with a tight grip. Her cries of pleasure echo loudly against the floorboards of the deck.
Shuri swings between mortification—The crew will find out! They will come and they’ll find her speared upon this cursed sea creature’s cock—to ecstasy—and who cares! Who cares when his cock evokes such inhuman pleasure from her cunt that she could spend the rest of her days upon it.
His shadows creep upon her again—suckling upon her hardened nipples, stroking her clit with lavish licks and leaving sensual kisses on her lips. She feels slither over the swell of her ass to tease the entrance of her other hole—prodding it as if to ask permission.
“Y-yes—” She gasps—overstimulated tears pouring from her eyes, “F-fill… fill all of me! Please!”
Just as with his cock, it slips in easily—as if her body was already prepared to accept it. No pain, just pure, unfiltered pleasure. Shuri moans at the warm feeling of being so stuffed and full—her body being stretched to its pleasurable limits. He fucks her hard like this, with both shadow and cock thrusting otherworldy pleasure out of her body. Her necklace painfully presses into her skin, enhancing the bliss that she feels with each press of his hips. Her mouth is wide open so he could hear all the sick and lewd noises he fucks out of her.
“More! Please fuck—fuck!”
He coos at her—and she swears she understands him. As with her body, her mind stretches further than ever before—
That’s it, mate. Who do you belong to?
“Y-you! Please—please, I’m so—”
Madness. Utter madness. Yet she revels in it. Losing herself in a carnal dance with a cosmic sea creature. Each rigid certainty in her life that was shaped by hard logic and reasoning breaks under each pleasurable thrust of his hips. Shuri whines as he keeps the brutal pace steady, slipping in and out of her just enough to keep her on the edge of a pleasurable abyss that she longs to throw herself over.
Shh, I know what you need.
“Yes! I need—”
Your cunt is begging for my seed. My brood.
“I—I—”
A brood that will swim between the stars and the seas.
In the heat of it all, the idea charms her—a billion little ones with heavenly eyes and sharp teeth. On his cock, there is little concern for logistics and realties—yet the encroaching anxiousness twists in her mind—visions of herself strewn apart as the offspring burst through her belly, unable to handle them all—
“I can’t—”
You can—You will.
The void of his shadow overwhelms her doubt—she would stretch, stretch as her mind does, for all their little ones. There would be no need for a belly nor pain—their babies will be born from pure spirals of bliss—like cosmic dust that swirls together to birth whole systems of stars and planets—
“Namor—”
C̷̡̛̮̭͉̾̆́̉̉͘͜͠͠h̴̡͖͔̖͇̖͛͛̐̈̈’̸̡̤̯̠̰̂̿̏̋͗̔̄̐̈́͘a̸̱̗̲̦̗̿ͅh̷̝̪̱̟̦̣̲̦̄̍̈̆̾͛. That is your mate’s name.
His name reverberates throughout her heart, mind and soul. It etches itself into her bones until they ache under the weight of it. She suspects it’s only a small portion of his real name. The power of its entirety may be too much for her to handle—for now.
“C—Ch’ah!”
A poor enunciation of his name. Her tongue was not made for such sounds. Even so, an inhuman trill erupts from his throat—the sound of rapturous bliss. She cannot see him but for a brief moment—his shadow in front of her shifts, twists and grows. A thrill of fear and excitement runs through her as her mind begins to expand—
Close your eyes. I wish to have you as I am.
“N-No—!”
Anger ripples through her. How dare he deny her this! Deny her this knowledge of him—he’s already fucking her physically. Why won’t he fuck her mind too?
You are not ready. Not for all of me.
A shadow tendril covers over her eyes, blinding her with pure darkness while she writhes—trying to tear him off with tears of frustration.
Shh, feel me. Feel my true self.
She hesitates—expecting a strange touch from odd, alien limbs but it never comes. Instead he starts in her lungs—breathing him in—the dust of forgotten nebulas and forsaken gas giants. He floods onto her tongue—the sweetness of mercury intermingling with sour hints of neodymium and a spiciness of an element yet to be discovered by man. He melts into her pores—the plasma of a bright star that wildly dances between the spiral arms of the galaxy, flirting with red dwarfs and supergiants alike.
He’s inside of her—all of her—in between every drop of blood, bone and nerve, stretching her cognition beyond the limits of humankind. She is a grain of sand upon an infinite beach. She is the waysided turtle rescued by a strange creature on a ship. She is the impact of a meteor that cleanses the planet to make way for new life. She is the ink in the scribbles of delirious notes. She is the exhale of a breath that kisses the lips of a myth. She is the void at the center of the galaxy devouring all light, life and logic into her gluttonous maw—
Just a taste, little mate.
And just like that—he withdraws. Shuri gasps as the rigid reality of her world snaps back into place—human flesh containing her once more. The smell of the salt air intermingling with the headiness of sex tethering her down to the ship. Before she could mourn the loss, another rough slide of his cock has her crying out in pleasure. His hands let go of her arms to grasp her hips, pulling her back onto his cock faster and harder than before. His shadows writhe all over her skin, sending sparks of ecstasy through her nerves. She feels it—a budding growth of bliss starting from her core and spreading throughout her body. Namor coos in excitement—eager for the birth of all their offspring. He’s been alone for so long.
With each pleasurable thrust, a desire in the back of her mind grows—one that overwhelms the anxiousness that has gripped her so tightly. It lingers in her throat as she struggles to form words—her tongue drunk on the pleasure of his cock and shadow.
“Give me one—,” Shuri cries out, spreading her legs wider, accepting him further inside of her, “I want one inside of me.”
Namor’s hips stutter—surprisingly caught off guard.
Are you sure?
I need to know this was real—she speaks with her mind, his thrusts overwhelming her, making it difficult to speak—Your keepsakes are not enough, Ch’ah. I want something more—
At her confession, Namor cannot keep his composure any longer, rough grunts echoing across the deck as his thrusts become erratic. Something about the act no longer being a charade sends a very human thrill of excitement through him. She will swell, grow, change physically by his own doing—she’ll be his in both body and mind. Even an otherworldly creature such as he is enticed by such a prospect.
As you wish, I will breed you like how your kind does, but first…
The shadows swarm all over—fondling her breasts, brushing against her clit, kissing her lips, fucking her ass—until no part of her inside or out is untouched by his cosmic desire. Her vision darkens, the endless void of the abyss consuming her mind and body. She writhes in pleasurable bliss, spiraling higher and higher until her mind stretches—together amongst the cosmic expanse, ecstasy intertwining them infinitely tight until even their very atoms yearn to fuse together—each ripple of pleasurable fusion creating bursts of heat, of energy, of life—
The universe shifts—and she is as he is. A patternless pattern swimming between the void of stars and sea. For a brief moment, she could truly see him—comprehend what her human mind deemed incomprehensible. If Namor was beautiful, Ch’ah was… Ⴆҽαυƚιϝυʅ. A being that defies the rigidness of logical thought and relishes in breaking the laws of reality. They were all the colors that were not yet seen. They were all life that has yet to be born. They were all the pleasures that were not yet experienced. They were…
C̷̡̛̮̭͉̾̆́̉̉͘͜͠͠h̴̡͖͔̖͇̖͛͛̐̈̈’̸̡̤̯̠̰̂̿̏̋͗̔̄̐̈́͘a̸̱̗̲̦̗̿ͅh̷̝̪̱̟̦̣̲̦̄̍̈̆̾͛!
Upon calling his true name in the throes of bliss, millions, no—billions of sparkling lights flicker to life across the void. Little heavenly spheres shimmering in the darkness.
Our bliss. Our little ones.
The luster of them was overwhelming, their brilliance nearly blinding her—her mind overstretched. Shuri gasps as reality snaps her back onto the ship—the crash of her climax slamming into her. Waves upon waves of ecstasy as her cunt clenches his cock tightly, aching to be filled to the brim.
You’ll carry our most precious little one of all.
Namor fulfills her desire, releasing his seed deep inside her—shuddering at the physicality of it all. They fall over onto their side, his hips making small jerky, thrusts as each spurt of his cum pours into her. His shadows squirm all over her—shuddering as he shudders as he pours himself into her. She groans at the sensation—feeling so full and warm inside. His hands held onto her hips tight, making sure that no drop would be wasted, keeping her still until she was overflowing with his seed.
Breathing heavily, Shuri whimpers as she knows that it will take—that what will grow inside of her with be something more—the stars realign and the universe shifts—
—She wakes up.
In her bunk.
—
The morning was agony.
She stays all morning inside her cabin, feigning illness to the crew. She spends hours toying with the numerous gifts and keepsakes Namor has given her, mulling over the events of the night. Encased in flesh once more, her mind aches as much as her body. After all, she was stretched beyond the limits of humankind in more ways than one. Her fingers brush over the small rise of her belly—our most precious little one.
It’s too soon to tell yet no matter how illogical it seems, she swears she can feel something growing inside her. Has anything over these past few weeks fallen into the realm of logic and reasoning? A simmering twist of anxiousness rolls within her. Madness. What was she thinking asking him, a cryptid creature of the stars and sea, to—to impregnate her? And what of those little lights?
Her thoughts go to the void—of Ch’ah. She has comprehended his true self and that has changed her. Colors that shouldn’t be seen flicker into existence at the corner of her eyes. Dimensions that shouldn’t even be theoretically possible, now seem tangible enough to touch. Time becomes cohesive and there are brief moments where she thinks she can perceive every possibility at once. The universe has shifted and she will continue to grow. She is no longer just Shuri, she is now something more—
She closes the box of keepsakes shut. The pearls itch against her neck. Tonight, he will come back for her and she will ask him to take her home. Wherever that might be.
—
“Namor…” Shuri murmurs quietly, “Where are you?”
She peers into the darkness off the side of the ship, hoping to see two pools of cosmic ink staring back at her. The waves are calm, barely rocking the sides of the boat.
With the moon rising higher by the second, an eerie quiet settles around her. Doubts crawling on the edge of her peripheral vision. Her belly squirms, whether from nerves or the baby, she cannot tell.
A sudden creak of the deck boards has her swiftly turning around. Her hopeful expression falls into horror as she spies the figure of the captain looming over her, a knife in hand. Behind him, other crew members watch warily with makeshift weapons.
“You…!”
An eerie glow appears in the captain’s bloodshot eyes. The moonlight flickers against the blade’s steel.
“Captain…” Shuri leans against the railing, a spike of fear racing through her, “Put down that knife…There is no need to be rash.”
“You brought that… thing onto my ship.”
Dread fills her as she spies her notebook in his other hand. Careless! She has been so careless!
“I understand that you are upset but he means no harm—”
“It is not a man!” He shouts, “It’s going to be your doom. Our doom!”
Shuri freezes as the knife comes down, adrenaline bursting through her veins. If she could just stretch, she could perhaps shift reality, escape this predicament but it’s all happening too quickly and she hasn’t been able to grasp it all just yet. Just before the blade was about to pierce through her, her mind cries out—Ch’ah!
It all happens so fast. A flash of sun-kissed flesh—Then a pool of blood blooming upon the deck, followed by an agonizing yell as the captain’s intestines slip out of his ripped stomach. The knife falls to the ground as he tries to hold his entrails inside him, but his arms have been torn clean off—rolling off the side of the boat into the maws of the sea creatures below.
Namor has come for her.
It takes a single heartbeat for the crew to realize what had happened to their captain. His body now crumpled in front of Shuri like a morbid ragdoll. Namor stands before them, encased in his usual flesh but a hint of something more radiates from his very being. Even the most dimwitted sailor can feel the overwhelming unease that emanates from him—the wrongness of him all. A rejection of nature. A mistake of creation.
The crew descends upon him like fearful, hungry beasts driven by their fear of the unknown. The sour sting of piss hits the air as some of them wet themselves in fear. Several men can be heard whispering prayers to themselves but it is all in vain as the brutality unfolds.
Falling to her knees, Shuri doesn’t dare close her eyes to the visceral violence before her—It’s a massacre and yet this is the most human she has ever seen Namor.
The hands that were once soft upon her skin sharpen into claws that tear into manflesh. His teeth have elongated, barely contained in his mockery of a mouth. There are no heavens in his eyes now—just pure, endless darkness. They speak of him as a nightmare and so, he shall become the nightmare they dreamed him up to be.
Bones crushed, limbs torn, flesh ripped—he is ferociously thorough with his bloodshed. Even as some of the crew collapse into wailing messes of tears and pleas, Namor tears through them without a hesitation—the stars do not care for the human concept of mercy.
She’s shocked at the physicality of it all. He could have just torn their minds—flood their lungs with the bitter oceans of Neptune or cast their hearts into the searing flare of a supernova. Yet instead he chooses to gouge out their eyes with his own hands and gnaws upon their jugulars with his own teeth.
It is so they can comprehend the pain.
His voice is clear in her mind and she nearly weeps in relief—This was real. It was all real!
These beasts do not deserve the tenderness of being torn apart by the stars.
At last, with his blood soaked back facing towards her, Namor stares down the last sailor on the ship—a blubbering semblance of a man holding a golden cross tightly in his hands. Shuri blinks in shock, the local man with the missing teeth.
“W-Wait!”
Namor, with his claw-like hand high in the air, hesitates—long enough for Shuri to stumble over to them. He pauses to observe her actions, the shadows around them flickering impatiently. Careful not to slip on bloody viscera on the floor, she kneels before the man, cradling his shaking hands with her own, “This one was kind to me.”
The sailor gapes at her, choking on his own wet tears as he heaves in shuddering gulps of air. His eyes are bloodshot–aching, throbbing little things. She tries to give him a comforting smile—wide and stilted, “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
His tongue is frozen by dread—the most he could do is offer her a small nod. His palms are bleeding, he clutches his cross so tightly that he has driven it through his skin. He hoped the pain would wake him up from this nightmare, but he has yet to comprehend that this is not a dream.
Shuri cups his cheek, wiping his tears off his cheek with her thumb, “But you can learn—you can stretch like me!”
If I show him, she thinks foolishly, He will understand. He can comprehend. So she stretches— A patternless pattern. Orderly chaos. At lightspeed, she spirals upon spirals, infinitely stretching further and further until the edges of the universe kisses the curves of her starry arms, appendages that swirl around her dark, greedy maw, devouring, swallowing, consuming—
A piercing howl of terror painfully snaps her back into flesh—the stars were not meant to be encased in sinew and nerves. The sailor collapses into her arms, his shaking dread shatters into uncontrollable terror, loosening his tongue to beg her, beg God, beg anyone who can hear him: to stop, to make it stop—
Mate.
Shuri looks up to her beloved—the relentless dark void of her heart.
It is not like you. Too rigid. It refuses to see.
She turns back to the sailor—his tears have turned to blood. Streaming down his face in fearful rivers of red, he’s blind and yet he cannot escape the vision he witnessed. A mockery of nature, desecrating the sanctity of God’s creation. A profound sense of sadness overwhelms her, “Such a shame.”
It’s harder to speak now—her teeth have elongated. They don’t quite fit all into her mouth just yet but soon it will stretch to fit.
She gently urges him to lie down, rolling him off her arms until his back is against the wet boards, bathing himself in both blood and moonlight. He still clings onto his cross—needing to ground himself in something real, something that is comprehensible. Through blurry, bloody tears, he continues to blubber incoherently, muttering about the sea, the stars and God.
“Do not be afraid, you will be given mercy.”
She remembers what he told her about his uncle.
Shuri nods and Namor silences the man by easily crushing his skull underneath his foot. The cross slips out of his hand, falling into a pool of blood. All is silent except for the waves rocking against the boat.
A wave of fatigue rolls over Shuri. Her arms curl over her swollen belly—Swollen?! She peers down, shocked to see that what was once just a gradual rise has now risen into a prominent, round stomach. It seems that she will be giving birth at any moment.
Our littlest one is impatient. We have delayed long enough.
Namor takes quick wet, bloody steps towards her—clearly unperturbed by the blood and gore that he was soaked in. His knees slide against the viscera as he kneels before her, cradling her cheeks gently in the palms of his hands. Her view of the crew’s bodies are eclipsed by his face, his nose nuzzling against her own. Their foreheads touch, eyelashes brush—all she sees are the beautiful stars in his eyes.
She can feel the tendrils of his shadow excitedly crawling over her belly, eagerly feeling for the signs of life within her. Shuri shudders as she feels her child squirm inside her—an unnerving feeling that soon passes as Namor pulls her into his lap, holding her tightly against his bare chest.
A low guttural sound vibrates in his throat. It confuses her at first, she thinks he’s struggling to voice out words but no, he’s trying to hum. Just like how she had hummed to him. Such a strange, human thing to do but for her, he wanted to try—The stars do not know the concept of love but they will try.
Even with the stench of death surrounding them, she’s strangely calm. Her eyes droop as she buries herself in his scent—underneath the bitterness of blood and gore, it is him.
Take me home, Ch’ah.
Darkness encroaches as exhaustion overwhelms her. Before her consciousness melts away, she feels him press his lips against hers—his mouth opens wide, spans the length of galaxies, a dark gaping void that intends to swallow her whole—
The taste on her tongue is of seasalt, of stardust.
Oh, what a cruel, wonderful thing to be beloved by the stars.