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Sammy laid his head on Bendy's chest, hearing his heartbeat which quickened slightly. He wrapped his arms around Bendy, feeling secure. He was so relieved that his Lord felt the same feelings he did. All his stress and worry seemingly washed away when Bendy said that. Sammy smiled as the demon responded with wrapping his arms loosely around his sheep's waist, almost hesitantly.
Everything felt calm and slow, like time was slowing down in this moment. But the peacefulness would not last long. The demon still had heat, and the heat became harder to control around Sammy. Especially with his sheep's weight on his lap and Sammy's head on his chest. Bendy wanted peace and quiet with Sammy, more than anything, but at the moment every touch made him hornier. He looked down at his sweet prophet. He could already hear his moans, echoing in his head. The demon blushed a little when Sammy adjusted his position, his legs straddling Bendy's legs. He even let out a soft sigh of contentment. Though to Bendy, it sounded like panting. 'He's so temping...' Bendy thought as his claws moved lower as and stroked his hips, he did that mindlessly. Sammy had the nerve to nuzzle him a little as he closed his eyes. That was when Bendy broke.
Bendy's claws drifted down to the back of Sammy's bare thighs, and gently rubbed there. It didn't take too long for Sammy to figure out what he was doing or trying to do. His eyes opened slowly. "My Lord, please," Sammy begged, looking up at him. "I'm still sore..." He murmured softly, feeling a bit embarrassed after saying it. That answered Bendy's question from before. The demon figured that he would be sore, he did go really hard on him last night. It was no surprise to him. The demon couldn't just tell Sammy to stay away from him or avoid him like last time. Both options would break Sammy's heart. What would he do? What should he do? He certainly didn't want to hurt his prophet more, emotionally and physically. "I will be gentle," He promised, his tone slightly seductive. The prophet looked to the side with a soft sigh. He gazed back up at Bendy who stared at him with a powerful, lustfilled, gaze. The sheep looked down this time, noticing Bendy's obvious arousal. His Lord was struggling so much with this... Sammy must forget about his own pain and worry about his Lord instead. Sammy was made to serve, please, and assist Bendy with whatever he desires. He cannot let pain get in his way of fulfilling his ultimate task. He is the prophet, Bendy is the Lord, his Lord. It only makes sense for Sammy to do his bidding, not the other way around. He's lucky his Lord is even giving him a choice. "Yes, my Lord." He replied softly as he looked up at him.
The demon grinned at his response, seemingly delighted. Sammy flashed Bendy with a small nervous smile. He just had to ignore the upcoming pain or try to. It sounded much simpler in Sammy's head than in action. Bendy positioned Sammy to angle his rear above his twitching member. The demon could sense his fear and nervousness. He could practically taste it at this point. He decided to attempt to ignore his arousal and worry about Sammy. "Are you ready?" He asked, clearly concerned for Sammy. The prophet nodded. "Yes..." He replied, sounding distracted. Bendy gave him a small kiss on his cheek to distract him from his thoughts. The demon's claws moved back up to his hips and he gently lowered him down. He had to be very careful with him. Which would be very difficult to do, due to the heat. But Bendy had to try. Sammy whimpered a little bit from the pain. He felt the familiar stinging pain in his backside, but he also felt a hint of pleasure.
Sammy moaned softly when he felt it go deeper, very slowly. Bendy's tentacle just barely grazed his prostate. It was maddening, and it nearly drove Sammy to the verge of insanity. "My Lord, please go faster..." The prophet could feel himself getting impatient and desperate. At this rate, he wouldn't even care if it hurt, as long as Bendy went faster before he started to ride his master as fast as he wanted to. But of course, Sammy didn't want to do that. This is about Bendy, not him. It would be selfish and wrong to put himself before his Lord. Bendy complies, feeling a tad bit impatient himself. He accidentally thrusted really hard into Sammy, causing him to see stars for a moment and yelp in pain and in pleasure. The demon apologized to him before thrusting into him at a more gentle pace. Sammy let out a soft moan as he felt his tentacle press against his sensitive prostate.
Meanwhile, the demon's sharp claws gripped onto Sammy's hips again, to resist the urge to fuck him much harder. Bendy let out a quiet growl of pleasure, so quiet Sammy almost didn't hear him, even with their close proximity. His claws didn't hurt Sammy at all, it fact, it only added to his heavy arousal. "Ooh, my Lord~" He groaned out, holding onto his Lord's shoulders. "Aah~! Master, please go faster~" he pleaded, lust completely filling his voice. If Bendy went any faster, he'd lost control and might hurt Sammy. But when his sheep looked up at him and begged for him to go harder, and Bendy simply couldn't resist. The demon let out a low groan and wrapped his arms around his waist and thrusted up very hard into him, Sammy cried out in sheer pleasure. He whimpered and moaned for more. Bendy still tried to have some control over his heat, but the heat seemed to take control anyways. The demon soon began to ruthlessly pound deep into his prophet, his claws digging more into his sides until a bit of blood came out. Bendy was losing control and didn't care at all. Sammy felt Bendy huff into his neck as he licked it a little. The prophet moaned loudly as Bendy rammed into him with all he had, causing pre-cum to squirt from the tip of his throbbing member and land on his abdomen. "Aah~! Master~♡!" Sammy wailed.
Bendy sensed that Sammy was getting closer and closer to climaxing. Sammy felt his throbs and his twitches from his cock, he figured that Bendy would be finished soon. The demon decided to pull out of him and flip him to one side of his rib cage and re-enter him from behind, continuing his rough thrusts still. Sammy helped his Lord by lifting his leg up high. He felt Bendy's claws wrap around his thigh and hold his leg slightly higher than before. This position felt so much better and so different in a good way. Every sound Sammy made, it was pure music to Bendy's invisible ears. He pulled all but the tip out and slammed back into him, causing Sammy to groan in pleasure. "Agh~! Mnh~!" He heard his sheep cry out passionately. Sammy didn't notice that Bendy was licking his cheek and made a soft noise, similar to a purring of a cat.
Bendy couldn't hold it back anymore, Sammy's moans were too much, especially Sammy moaning his name over and over. It pushed him over the edge. Finally, he came deep in Sammy, painting his insides white. Droplets dripped out of his rear end and landed on the ink-covered mattress the two laid on. The demon growled loudly with satisfaction and relief, Perhaps his heat cycle would be ending a bit sooner than expected. That's what Bendy hoped. Bendy slowed down his pace a bit and began to lick at Sammy's neck to his cheek. The demon huffed and panted into his neck and continued to hit that sweet spot inside of him. Sammy practically screamed as he reached his peak and came on his bed. "Aah... Mmm..." The prophet closed his eyes and sighed softly, a small smile appearing on his face. Bendy kisses his cheek before pulling out of him carefully. Cum trickles out of him slowly. Sammy hissed as he felt the pain in his ass was more intense than it was before. His hole was so painfully raw.
The demon didn't like seeing or hearing his prophet in pain. He gently rubbed his butt, knowing it wouldn't help stop or lessen the pain, but still trying it anyway. He apologized once again to him. This time, in his ear. "It's okay my Lord..." Sammy murmured with a small pained smile on his face. He laid down in his bed, his head immediately hitting the pillow. He let out a soft groan of pain. His ass seemed to hurt the more he moved. Bendy felt so guilty and ashamed of himself that he couldn't control his heat and hurt his most loyal prophet. The demon laid down with him, holding his sheep's body against his. He laid his head on his shoulder and sighed softly into his ear.
Sammy felt his Lord's slightly warm body against his and he felt calm and comfortable. As if this was made to happen. As if they were made for each other. Bendy rubbed his face against his neck and shoulder, wrapping his arms around his sheep's abdomen. His hands gently rubbing his belly mindlessly. Sammy smiled again. The demon finally went to sleep after all his energy drained out completely. Sammy didn't fall asleep for a while. He didn't feel tired, he had too much pain to sleep. At least he thought he wouldn't be able to sleep.
The prophet drifted off into sleep, quicker than he thought. He had a strange dream about his Lord again. The majority of his dreams consisted or had Bendy in them, so it wasn't much of a surprise to him.
But in this one, Sammy was human again, nuzzling up with Bendy and eating bacon soup in a bowl. His blonde hair was long and almost reached his shoulders. The two of them were in Bendy's bedroom, sitting up and eating the soup. They both ate from wooden spoons. Suddenly, the door slammed open with a loud slam. Both of them immediately looked over at the now open door. It was Alice, less deformed and panting heavily with a axe in her hand. She walked over to Sammy, her heels clacking against the old wooden floors. "Well, well, well, look at what we have here~" She purred as she gazed at Sammy, holding the blade of the axe against his neck. Bendy didn't do anything, just sat there with shock and confusion, glancing between Alice and Sammy. Alice grinned as Sammy winced. The angel looked over at Bendy, with amusement in her eyes. "Oh, I see you've fallen for him, huh?" She questions, anger filling her tone. Sammy was too paralyzed in fear to do say anything. Alice looked back at Sammy, noticing the tears coming down his cheeks. She tsked, nodding her head disapprovingly. "That's a terrible sin, Sammy..." She growled at him, her face just inches away from his. Sammy whimpered as the axe sunk slightly into his flesh. Droplets of blood seeped from his neck to his collar bone and the axe. Bright red blood. "A-Alice... Don't..." Sammy murmured. Alice rolled her eyes, pretending not to hear his plead. "Falling for your Lord, how revolting." She said with hatred in her tone. "He doesn't even love you, and he never will." Alice whispered in his ear. Sammy felt rage build up inside of him. His face turned red with anger. "He does love me!" Sammy yelled, not caring if he dies at this point. The angel chuckled darkly. "No, little lamb," She said his nickname with venom, sticking the axe deeper and causing Sammy to gasp a little. "Don't you understand? A worthless prophet like you doesn't need to be with someone like Bendy." She let out a giggle of excitement as she saw more blood from plunging the axe deeper. Sammy was starting to lose bleed more and more. It was becoming difficult for him to breathe.
"B-Bendy..." Sammy murmured, eyes half-lidded. "H-Help me..." He practically whispered. The demon looked to the side with a sigh and then looked at Sammy. "I-I..." He began to say, Sammy looked at him quickly. Bendy sighed again, looking at the floor as ink poured down his face. "I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore..." Sammy's heart sank like a ship in a storm. Sammy looked back at Alice, choking back sobs. Tears streamed from his eyes like a faucet. Alice just smiled approvingly. "See?" She said. "I thought that would be obvious..." Alice grinned. The demon looked over at Sammy one last time, with a small smile. "Goodbye, little lamb." He said softly. Alice swung the axe happily and laughed when Sammy's head was off his shoulders... The words echoed in Sammy's head over and over, like a loop.
Sammy jolted awake to find Bendy's worried face looked at him with a concerned expression. The prophet's heart pounded hard in his chest as he panted heavily. "My prophet?" Bendy questions. "Are you okay?" Sammy looked at him, tears pricking his eyes. The demon was sitting on the edge of Sammy's bed. Sammy felt the warm inky tears stream down his cheeks as he latched onto Bendy, sobbing. The demon looked at him, clearly confused but hugged him back. "Shh, shh..." The Lord tried to reassure him by rubbing his back and telling him everything was going to be alright, even if he didn't know what he was so upset about. Minutes passed and Sammy finally calmed down enough, Bendy released him from the hug and placed a claw underneath his chin and made him look up at him. "Now, what happened?" He asked in a soft tone, using his other clawed hand to wipe away his tears. Sammy sniffled as he began to recall and tell him the details of his dreadful nightmare. Bendy listened to him very intently, not saying a word. Sammy stammered a few times and almost didn't want to continue speaking until Bendy gently encouraged him to continue. After he was done speaking, Bendy kissed him on his forehead. "You do know that I love you and I would never do that, right?" He said. It still was hard for him to say the "L" word, but he did it anyways. Sammy nodded, he sniffled again before replying. "I know..." He replies weakly. "But it seemed so real, my Lord..." He hugged Bendy tightly, calming down a bit from doing that. The demon sighed, rubbing his prophet's back again, noticing that it soothed him.
It was silent for awhile, only the sound of ink dripping and creaking throughout the studio. Neither of them spoke, because neither knew of what to say.
Finally, Bendy spoke up. "Come with me, I wish to show you something," Was all he said as he let go of Sammy and stood up, offering a hand to his sweet prophet. Sammy looked at him then his hand before taking his hand and standing up with him. Sammy felt the pain in his rear again, but it was dull pain. He grabbed his clothes from his desk and put them on, as well with his mask. Bendy walked out the door with Sammy trailing behind. He created a ink portal and took Sammy in it.
They ended up in the showers room again, and Sammy shed his clothes and dropped his mask and showered. Despite the fact that there were multiple showers in that room, Bendy and Sammy were in the same exact one together.
About 20 minutes later, they both got out of the shower and Sammy got dressed. Bendy teleported his prophet and himself to another place. This place did not look familiar to Sammy at all. There was flood of ink down the stairs on which they stood on. A elevator behind them, Sammy noted. He looked up at his Lord, confusedly. "Where are we, my Lord?" He questioned as Bendy grinned at him. "Level 11." He responded to him. Bendy had hoped that going here would take Sammy's mind of his nightmare. Plus, he'd never seen this place before. 'Level 11?' Sammy thought, it sounded familiar in his head... Sammy looked over at the environment with little interest. It looked so boring, but Sammy knew Bendy wouldn't bring him here for no reason. The prophet began to walk down the stairs to the massive ink flood. Bendy was closely behind him, ensuring his safety. The ink splashing as the two walked. But Bendy heard something besides that. The sound was not just their footsteps in the ink, there was another. More distant. Bendy placed a hand on Sammy's shoulder. Sammy stopped moving. He turned around to face Bendy. "My Lord?" He questioned softly. The demon walked in front of him. "Stay behind me." Bendy's tone left no room for argument or protest. It was not a choice, but a command. Sammy obeyed, curious as to what or who Bendy might have heard.
The two continued to walk, being cautious. The hallways they walked in were covered with ink and built similar to a maze. Bendy followed the sounds he heard, trying identify what it could be. Sammy was a bit scared but he knew of Bendy's power, and knew that he was going to protect him. The sounds had gotten louder, less distant. The prophet got more scared and startled. Bendy turned on the right side of another hallway, and was met with a hallway illuminated by a creature about the height as Sammy, lighting the hall. He couldn't believe his eyes. The creature stared him down, Bendy stared back, as Sammy slowly started to panic a little. The demon growled at it and the creature made a sound similar to that. Sammy looked at the two of them, back and forth, a bit concerned about this. The creature stopped growling as it tilted its head to the side, as if looking at Sammy. It took 2 steps forward, only for Sammy to take a step back. Bendy growled louder, so close to ripping this creature's head off its shoulders. The creature stopped moving and... Coughed a few times? Ink came out of the speaker in its chest. It cleared its throat about 3 times. "S-Sammy...?" It said finally, static covered its voice. The voice sounded familiar in Sammy's mind... 'But who could it be?' The prophet wondered. The demon didn't like this one at all. First, he growled at Bendy, then he says his most favorite prophet's name out of nowhere. Sammy walked closer to it. Bendy noticed that they seemed to know each other and decided to let the interaction happen, as long as this thing doesn't touch Sammy. "Y-You know who I am?" The sheep asked it. The thing nodded. Sammy's eyes widened slightly. He still didn't know who he was.
"You... Don't know me, do you?" The thing asked. Sammy was beginning to hear a bit of a southern accent within the static. He nodded his head from side to side. "No..." The ink human replied softly, hoping it didn't hurt its feelings. The creature walked closer to Sammy. "Norman," it said simply, crossing its arms. Sammy felt so foolish. It all made since now. He remembers Norman now. The two didn't always get along, but they worked sort of well together. Sammy smiled a bit. Bendy had stopped growling but still glared at Norman. He walked closer to the two, easily towering over Norman and standing behind Sammy. The projectionist felt terrified. That beast behind Sammy can easily rip him in half and put him back together. Maybe that was a bit far-fetched but he didn't doubt that he probably could. "Who's your "friend" there?" Norman asked hesitantly, noticing Bendy's evil glare followed by his intimidating grin. Sammy looked up, he didn't even know he was there. "This is my Lord," he responded happily. He looked back at Norman again, who seemed a bit dumbfounded. Of course, he always knew that Sammy was a bit... Strange. But this has gone too far. Of course, Norman didn't say that or else he'd be missing limbs.
He just nodded slowly, his light flickering. "I see..." He said quietly, unfolding his arms. Tense silence ensues for several minutes, glaring as well. Both Sammy and Norman felt nervous, but for entirely different reasons. The demon started to walk away after glaring at Norman one last time. "Come on," he muttered to Sammy, tail hanging low. Sammy waved goodbye to Norman. "It was good to see you. I'll visit you soon." He said to him before catching up with Bendy. The projectionist was relieved that he finally had something other to do than walk aimlessly around a maze for a long time. He had the option to talk to Sammy, knowing his "Lord" will probably be close by to make sure that he isn't doing anything suspicious... 'Better than doing nothing,' he thought.
But would Sammy keep that promise or will Bendy prevent him from meeting him?
END OF CHAPTER 1