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He’s hunting you.
Chills rush down your spine as you hear the deep, unsettling screech of metal against the grated floor. Heavy footsteps, uneven and slow, make the floor vibrate beneath you, making you curl up tighter in your hiding space. Slowly, step by step, the beast looms ever closer, but you can’t find the strength to try and escape from the locker you had barely managed to crawl inside.
It wouldn’t matter anyway. You were the last one standing this time.
It’s been hours since you heard the guttural cries of a fellow survivor as they fail to save themselves from the hook. Hours since you’d heard the killer stabbing his sword through every last generator – whether fixed or not – disabling them permanently. Hours since you’d been a jittery mess before this round of entertainment started, mumbling that you had a bad feeling about this, only to be silenced by the others.
Hours of being hunted, of being stalked, of hearing the killer rummage and growl and stumble about searching for you.
You almost wished it was one of the ones that could talk. At least then you might not be curled tensely inside your hiding spot, hands over your mouth to muffle the sounds of your breathing.
‘But noooooooo, it had to be fucking Pyramid Head in the lineup today!’ The bitter, terrified thought ricochets through your mind while your eyes flicker to the slits in the locker door. You strain to see anything in the darkness, to look around the boxes, scrapped wood and other bits and bobs to spot the hulking beast coming after you. So far, you’d been lucky to avoid being found, but with every second that ticked by, you knew your inevitable death was lurking around the corner.
Even worse, the timer’s countdown was ticking faster than you would like, the end of the Entity’s game soon to occur. The other survivors had warned you not to let the timer run out before escaping, though they’d never bothered to explain why, avoiding your eyes and probing questions out of discomfort. But in this situation, you refused to try and escape, refused to leave the false safety of hiding, just for the agonizing death that was surely waiting for you.
You shuddered, images of past interactions with Pyramid Head flashing through your mind. Truth be told, this wasn’t your first run-in with this particular killer. He’d singled you out and killed you many times during previous rounds when you’d been unlucky enough to be in a group matched to him. Which, granted, had been every time you’d been selected by the Entity to play their sick and twisted little games, though you tried not to think about that.
This was, however, the first time that you’d been truly left alone with Pyramid Head as the sole survivor. Every other time, he’d been quick to get rid of you first, and then go after the others. You’d thought it was some weird revenge or obsession surrounding you, but you didn’t know how that would be possible. It was like he was laser-focused on you for some odd reason – and that attention only ever led to your death.
This time was different, though. Aside from Pyramid Head’s new… look (Meg had called it grime-slutty and you couldn’t help but agree when Pyramid Head’s ASS was almost fully on display), he’d completely ignored you. Instead, he’d chosen to launch his sword through Jake Park’s chest when he was trying to help you fix one of the generators earlier. You hadn’t even noticed the giant bastard approaching the two of you until there was a sickeningly familiar thunk-squelch followed by your fellow survivor’s dying gurgle.
In a panic, knowing how hopeless it would be to try and save Jake, you’d only had one moment to glance back at Pyramid Head before bolting. He’d, well, screeched – the sound akin to sheets of metal gliding across each other – before taking his sword out of Jake’s fresh corpse and marching after you. Even in that panicked moment, you’d found it odd how the killer’s head was turned to you, red veins pulsing disgustingly.
How the hell was he able to even sense you? As far as you knew, Pyramid Head had no eyes, ears, or mouth (and no, you didn’t want to find out if that was true or not). At the time, you had to push the thought aside in favour of trying to survive – which was when you’d found this perfect, convenient hiding spot and managed to squeeze in before he could catch up.
But now that you were the only one alive, you couldn’t help but regret it. ‘I should have continued trying to fix the generators instead of hiding like a coward!’ You huffed a sharp little breath, only to freeze when a low growl rang out too close for comfort. Squeezing your thighs together so your shaking knees wouldn’t accidentally knock against the metal surrounding you, you shut your eyes hopelessly, ‘Please, ´ You begged silently to any merciful being out there that could hear your thoughts, ‘Please don’t let him find me, please, please- ‘
The smash of wood splitting beneath something heavy and no doubt huge made you almost jump out of your skin. Despite yourself, despite knowing the danger, despite having hidden so well and survived for so long, a frightened yelp escaped your lips. That small noise was enough to have big, bulky hands wrapped in barbed wire prying open your locker doors, the flimsy metal no match for the pure, raw strength of your most be-loathed killer.
‘I should have fucking killed myself if I wanted to die so quickly!’ Furious at yourself, you could only remain frozen as your safety was ripped away from you as Pyramid Head ripped the locker open around you. Your heart felt like it would burst from your throat with how hard it was beating, but you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound, and you certainly could not tear your eyes away from the towering, scarred, admittedly hunky killer, in front of you.
This was it. This would be the best moment for Pyramid Head to get rid of you and complete this fucked up round. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer, considering this killer wasn’t as prone to drawn out torture as others. You gave up, squeezing your eyes shut tight and curling in on yourself, waiting for the inevitable sound of Pyramid Head drawing his weapon and swinging it down on you.
The blow never came. As a second ticked by, then two, then three, you realised you were still alive when your lungs burned for air, forcing you to inhale sharply. A deep grunt came from the killer in front of you, and you felt his looming presence, felt him close in, breathing heavily, the stench of sweat, blood, and steel filling your senses. Sweat dripped down your brow and you trembled, hesitating to peek one eye open, barely swallowing back a terrified scream when you saw how close Pyramid Head was to you.
He was close enough that his body heat and the tattered edges of his, uh, loincloth brushed against your knees. His chest heaved with laboured breaths, nipples perked from the cool air, abs swelling and contracting right in front of your face.
If you weren’t frightened out of your wits, you might have appreciated the view. Hell, even without your wits you couldn’t stop your gaze from roaming his chest, arms and abs, Pyramid Head’s heavy breathing causing his chains to chime together. Your eyes kept moving down, down, and down even more, until they stopped at his waist (which was at eye level, fuck, fuck, fuck) and nearly choked on your spit at the long, thick, and very aroused cock that tented the flimsy black material covering his dignity.
Your breath hitched and your eyes widened in surprise. The minute sound made Pyramid Head breathe deeply and growl, the sound beastly – inhuman. With your mouth opened in surprise, you stared as the killer shifted his weight from one foot to the other, bending to reach beside you to grab his weapon.
The rough, blackened material of his loincloth brushed against your face, the heat of his cock radiating onto your skin. But you were more distracted by the heady smell of musk, the scent making you clench your thighs tighter together for an entirely different reason. A deep, unmet need ached in your pelvis, and you wondered just how fucked in the head you were to be turned on by getting a sniff of your regular murderer’s arousal.
Your eyes swung up and away from the bulge of Pyramid Head’s cock to his metal-covered head. It was cocked almost inquisitively, chest still heaving, seemingly confused about why you hadn’t run yet. Truth be told, you didn’t think your legs would have the strength to carry your weight – though that thought was quickly tested when you heard the terrifying scrape of Pyramid Head’s weapon.
The screech of metal on metal dragged forward a flurry of fear-inducing memories so strong that you made a mad dash for freedom. Scrambling, you dove between Pyramid Head’s legs, clawing to your feet and trying to ignore the phantom sensation of something hot and throbbing briefly brushing against your spine. Pyramid Head roared at your sudden movements, the hand not holding his sword grabbing your ankle, though you managed to kick it away while getting to your feet.
Heart hammering in your ears, you bolted through the ruined door frame, leaping over broken boxes and twisted hunks of metal that were once lockers. You tried not to think about what that meant, tried not to acknowledge that Pyramid Head had indeed been hunting you down as you ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Crashing, banging, screeching, and snarling followed by the heavy, terrifyingly familiar footsteps of Pyramid Head giving chase echoed behind you, urging you to run faster, faster, faster!
You ducked and weaved, grabbed anything you could to throw to the floor behind you, running like mad to get away from the killer hot on your heels. There wasn’t any time to look where you were going, no chance to find a new hiding spot. All you could do was make split-second decisions that would prolong your life – though, whether you would survive this encounter completely unscathed was another matter. From the corner of your eye, the ever-threatening countdown of the game’s timer flashed, alerting you that you would only have another two minutes to leave.
There was no way you’d be able to do that. The only other option is to surrender and let Pyramid Head stick you on one of the Entity’s hooks. The thought of it, of your fear and pain and suffering being made a meal of yet again, made you feel sick to your stomach. Even worse, Pyramid Head was catching up to you, his heavy breathing nearly bellowing against your back with each deep exhale while he chased you.
It was only a matter of time. You didn’t know why he hadn’t used his sword to cleave you in two as usual, why he was hunting you, running behind you instead of cutting you down. You didn’t think you wanted to know either.
Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get a choice.
Bolting into the next door, you screamed when you saw that it was a dead end. Unable to stop your momentum, you stumbled and barely managed to turn so your shoulder slammed into the wall, denting it from your hit. You groaned, legs buckling beneath your weight, only for you to get snatched by the back of your neck and slammed chest first into the wall instead.
“No! Urgh!” You gasped, choking at the tight grip around your nape, the rusty barbed wire digging painfully into your sweat-slicked skin, “No, no, no, please, I don’t wanna die, please, let go, lemme go, please-!” A deep growl comes from the monstrous man behind you, and you shudder when you feel the full weight of his muscular front against your back. He squeezes your neck tightly, the tackiness of dried blood mixing with your sweat to smear across your skin.
You’re fucked. You’re so fucked, screwed over, damned to hell and back. Your eyes roll in panic to search for something that could save you, but there’s nothing you can see – aside from the looming, pulsing mass of bloody tendrils beneath Pyramid Head’s, well, head. He’s pressed tightly against your back, and you can feel the monstrously huge dick pressed against your ass, though you don’t dare move or make a peep. Heat fills your face, shame, fear, panic and, unfortunately, lust causing the blood to rush to your head, making you feel even more flustered and out of breath.
With bated breath, you waited for Pyramid Head’s grip on your neck to tighten, to twist, ending your life and bringing you back to the survivors’ safe zone.
But nothing happened. Well, not nothing – he certainly pressed even closer to you, growling something incomprehensible. You could feel every muscle of Pyramid Head’s large body move against your back as he stabbed his sword into the wall to your right. You didn’t dare move. You hardly dared to breathe as he tilted his head, the dangerously sharp tip grazing your right shoulder. He was hot against your back, sweaty and hard and solid against you, his thighs pressed to yours, cock slotted against the soft curve of your ass.
It was familiar and terrifying, exhilarating and frightening, your shoulders trembling and your heartbeat thrumming against the killer’s palm. He could easily kill you. Could easily rip you apart limb from limb and watch you bleed out. But Pyramid Head didn’t do anything. He just… kept his body tightly pressed against yours, waiting, watching, listening as your eyes finally stopped looking for escape opportunities. Despite your fear, your body began to relax, as the immediate danger of the situation seemed over, as every sense homed in on the man behind you.
When was the last time you felt calm enough to indulge in prolonged bodily contact? Even in the safe zone, it was rare that people did anything more than talk and hang out with each other when not training or preparing for the next ‘round.’ The last time you could remember someone touching you was when you held Dwight’s hand as he was getting stitched up after a particularly nasty round against the Huntress. But that was months ago (or so you assumed, time was weird in this hellish place), and it had been 100% PG.
Was this why you wanted to arch your back and rub into the fat length resting against your ass? Your skin felt shivery and sensitive, a left-over side effect from the adrenaline pumping through your body. Sure, you’d found some time here and there to squeeze out an orgasm or two, but that was usually due to some self-pleasure. Then again, the thought of getting fucked by a killer that regularly tormented you didn’t sound like a good idea, but your hindbrain kept focusing on his fucking dick.
A soft sound came from Pyramid Head, breaking you out of your wandering thoughts. You gasped when he pressed against you harder, the smooth roll of his hips against your ass felt purposeful like he was testing to see your reaction. When you didn’t do anything to try and fight him off, Pyramid Head made another noise and did it again, grinding against you with a slow undulation.
Despite yourself, a small moan escaped you as want throbbed hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach. Biting your bottom lip, your legs threatened to give out, the weight pressing against you holding you upright. Beside you, the timer continues to tick by, passing the one-minute mark… 45 seconds… 30 seconds… 15 seconds… and though panic tightened in your gut, you had already given up. There was no way you’d be able to escape Pyramid Head long enough to reach an exit point that would never open. Neither were you delusional to believe the Entity would be merciful to grant you freedom.
All you could do was feel the killer grinding slowly, with increasing force, against your back while the seconds ticked, ticked, and ticked by.
5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
The moment a piercing alarm blares, the already grungy and dark surroundings become even worse. A cold wind blew harshly through the building you were in, so cold it pierced your clothes and made you shiver. Suddenly, Pyramid Head’s warmth was a welcome reprieve, and you whimpered as you tried to press back instinctively, which pulled another deep growl from the hulking man.
Before you could blink, Pyramid Head released his hold on your neck, his body pulling away from yours just as suddenly. A confused sound left your throat and you moved to turn around, but his huge hands gripped your waist and forcefully kept you in place. Nudging his shoulders between your thighs, it didn’t take long for your confusion to morph into a cocktail of surprise, terror, and arousal, as Pyramid Head tore apart your jeans at your crotch.
“H-Hey! Stop-! What do you think you’re doing?!” You hissed, bucking to try and pull out of the killer’s hold, but Pyramid Head snarled and tightened his grip on your waist painfully. You wheezed, freezing up, trembling legs spread wide by his bulk, helpless and alone. Cool air brushed against your exposed pussy, Pyramid Head having torn your jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, tossing the ruined shreds uncaringly beside his sword, “D-don’t, c’mon, the game is over so you s-should just lemme go, right? There’s no reason for you to do this-eep!”
The squeak you made when you felt the sharp edges of his head against your backside was embarrassing. Feeling several strange slimy, wet things against your ass, upper and inner thighs immediately following that nearly made you jump out of your skin, “Hhh! W-wait, wait, what the fuck?!” You squealed, head jerking down to try and see what was going on – only to feel your stomach turn and tighten when you noticed red, vein-like tendrils curling over your skin.
Your legs twitched and you jolted against Pyramid Head’s hold on you, trying to clamp your thighs shut to stop the slow slithering. The killer grunted, changing the positions of his arms so they were wrapped around the insides of your legs and replacing his hands on your hips, “No! No, no, no, stop, get off, ew, that’s so fucking grody-!” Your whining did nothing to halt Pyramid Head’s, uh, tentacles (you assumed they were tentacles) from continuing their squirming motions.
Some dipped between the cheeks of your ass, some curled over your inner thighs and in the crease where your legs met your pelvis, but most seemed to writhe closer and closer to your exposed cunt. You were forced to keep your legs apart by Pyramid Head, staring in horrified lust as the first tendril contacted your (admittedly soaked) pussy. It slid between your plump labia in a slow, curious lick (what the fuck, what the fuck, why did it feel like a tongue?!), only to pause just outside your warm, inviting cunt.
A shudder rippled through the tentacle. Pyramid Head’s hold on your hips became bruising as an unmistakably aroused rumble echoed from beneath his metal head. Before you could come to terms with the sound, several more vein-like tentacles seemed to swarm your pussy, squirming, and rubbing together between and over your labia and clit. You arched with a sharp moan, muscles clenching tightly as pleasure tingled to life in the pit of your belly.
It ignited your senses, weakening whatever little resolve to fight you still had as your legs gave up. It didn’t matter that your muscles went slack, though, because Pyramid Head’s monstrous strength held you up for the most part anyway. A whimper left your throat when three tentacles rubbed, pinched, and toyed with your clit, while the others all slowly wrapped together into a mass between your labia.
Your mind blanked when they slid slowly inside your pussy, dozens of thin, fleshy tendrils slipping and sliding along your walls, undulating, and pulsing while they filled you up, “Oh my goooooooood, oh my god, yesssss, fuck!” You couldn’t stop the moan that spilt out of you, your hands clawing at the wall in front of you, nails catching on paint, causing it to flake and fall to the floor.
Not that you cared. No, no, all you could focus on was the steady press of the gooey, tentacle mass that stretched your insides with a pleasant burn, the slippery fluid coating their outsides helping to lube the way. Not that there was much need – you were dripping with arousal, your juices trickling down and between tendrils, giving Pyramid Head a greater taste of your sweet little cunt.
The killer seemed to appreciate it. He groaned deeply and pressed the edges of his metallic head harder against your ass and back, trying to push closer to get even more of you.
You cried out and arched when the tentacles inside you stretched apart slightly, forcing your inner walls to accommodate while they pulsed, thrust, writhed, and tasted you with wild abandonment. Your chest heaved for breath and Pyramid Head’s warmth seemed to bleed into you from his gluttonous ministrations. Your eyes were hazy as they watched, entranced, as the pulsing blood-red strands pulled you and pushed in, slicking, and stretching your cunt with every movement.
More tentacles seemed to slip from beneath Pyramid Head’s metal top, greedily lapping up what little of your juices managed to stain your skin. Your clit was continuously toyed with while your pussy was kept filled, and you drooled when several tentacles jabbed over your g-spot accidentally, “Yes, oh fuck yes, fuck, feels good, f-feels so good, holy shit, hahh, m-more, please, mooooooore~!” A tiny voice in the back of your mind hissed at you to snap out of your lust-induced insanity, but you easily ignored it to grind down on Pyramid Head’s ‘tongues.’
Why would you want to stop this? It’s been so long since you last felt this good, felt so much pleasure your toes curled. Already you could feel your body trembling, tightening around the tentacles, which only made them move in an even greater frenzy. Your muscles stung against the stinging pressure of being filled with so many tentacles so quickly, but that little edge of discomfort just seemed to heighten your pleasure further, “Fuuuuck, fuck, yes, yes, more, right there, hahh, yessssssssssss, gimme more you fucking-hngh~!”
Mewling and moaning, you humped into the reckless thrusts and grinds of the killer’s tentacles, body edging closer and closer to orgasm. Wet slurping and rubbing noises were background noises for the pretty sounds that left your lips, every encouraging roll you made into the pleasuring mass making Pyramid Head more eager for you. Noticing how your voice became louder every time he rubbed over your g-spot, Pyramid Head focused the thrusts of his tentacles on that specific spot, which made your body hurtle over the edge as you screamed in bliss.
He growled appreciatively when your cunt clamped down around his tongues, drenching the red mass of veins in your release. You could feel your insides become slicker, more sensitive, the tentacles keeping you filled and edging you through your release until you were shaking and whining, “T-too much, too much, oh fuck, fuck, hahh, hahh~!” which went ignored. When you weakly bucked your hips, Pyramid Head held you steady, continuing to thrust his tentacles inside your drooling cunny, hungry for more, focused solely on your pleasure that he hardly remembered the throbbing ache between his thick thighs.
Your eyes rolled down towards the monster’s hips, admiring the sculpted muscles of his abs and thighs, only for your breath to hitch when you saw the tented fabric between. Thoughtlessly, you reached down and slid the fabric off, just as a thick drop of pre-cum oozed from the fattest cock you’d ever seen.
Your eyes went wide, and your breath hitched painfully in the back of your throat, “Holy fucking shit,” You wheezed, thighs clenching tightly around Pyramid Head’s neck, accidentally pulling him even closer to your over-sensitive pussy. You watched as the cock twitched, bobbing slightly beneath its weight, and briefly, insanely, wondered how bad you’d hurt your jaw if you bent and tried to suck Pyramid Head off.
‘You’d dislocate it,’ Rationality needled warningly in the back of your mind even as your upper body drooped lower and one hand tried to wrap around the killer’s girth, ‘or you’ll choke, die, and who knows what’d happen if that occurred outside the Entity’s game rounds,’ A whimper left your throat when the tentacles inside you slid almost completely out before slamming back inside your cunt, Pyramid Head’s hips performing the same action to drag his dick through your fist.
Your mind spun dizzily as his pre-cum stained your hand, slicking your palm to ease the way for his cock. Your fingers couldn’t meet each other around the girth, and you clenched around the tongues plundering inside your cunt in fear and arousal, “O-oh fuck me,” You whimpered, the thoughtless proclamation pulling a guttural noise from Pyramid Head’s throat.
He bucked his hips again and you had to place your free hand on his stomach, bending in half to keep yourself from falling over. This brought your face closer to his cock, your breath washing over the tip. Pyramid Head took advantage as you tried to balance yourself, thrusting his cock through your fist harshly, which allowed the head to press against your lips, “Hey!” You snapped, though you were silenced when the monstrous man did it again, forcing the tip of his cock to skim over your tongue.
You shuddered at the bitter, salty taste that filled your mouth, rearing your head back to spit it out in disgust. It clung to your lips, your tongue, the mixture of pre and spittle splattering down your chin and onto your grimy shirt, “Ew, ew, ew, you taste fucking awful, blech!” And yet, your mouth tingled, drool pooling in the hollows of your cheeks as you stared down at the twitching cock held tight in your fist.
He tasted disgusting. Bitter and salty, the traces of Pyramid Head’s arousal lingering on your lips filling your senses with his musk. You could see more pre-cum bead at his cockhead, drooling slowly down the fat underside of his dick to coat your fingers. It made the perfect lubricant as Pyramid Head bucked and thrust his hips, slamming them against your delicate fingers, the killer using your hand to try and get himself off.
This was so fucking disgusting and if any of the other survivors ever found out about this you would die of shame. And yet, you couldn’t help but swallow thickly, horny, sensitive, and unwilling to cut the pleasure Pyramid Head’s tentacles were causing short. Your body was steadily being trajected higher and higher once more, your previous orgasm allowing the pressure for your next to build up more gradually this time. Arousal messed with your mind, and despite your previous disgust, you soon bent low to bring your lips to Pyramid Head’s cock once more.
He growled, hot and heavy, one of his huge hands moving to cup the back of your head and force you still. You moaned as his fingers curled in your hair, the threatening presence, his strength, urging you to flutter kisses on the part of his cock that you could reach. The softness of your lips, the grip of your hand and the taste of your sweet cunt drove Pyramid Head wild, and he increased the pace and force of his hips and tentacles thrusting in their respective ‘holes.’
“Ah! Ah, hahh, s-slow down big guy, ‘m n-nooooo hhh~! Not goin’ anywhere, hngh~!” You tried to get Pyramid Head to stop his brutal thrusts, but your words were for nothing. Especially because the insistent hand against the back of your head pushed your face down further, your moaning mouth the perfect opening for the killer to stick his dick in.
Your jaw creaked as it was forced to open wide, causing you to gag and try to pull back in panic. Pyramid Head wouldn’t let you, however, grunting and holding your head in place. He forced you to keep your pretty little mouth around the part of his dick he could fit inside it, and you couldn’t only be thankful he wasn’t trying to bully more inside you.
No, instead, he held your head down, coating your tongue in thick globs of his pre-cum while his cock throbbed against your palm. Blood pumped through the fat organ, and you squeezed as you felt him twitch in your grip, a choking noise escaping your throat. The vibrations of the sound had Pyramid Head pull back until only the tip remained in your mouth, allowing you to take a brief gasping breath before thrusting back in. The movements of his cock matched the thrusts of his tentacle tongues, and it was all you could do to hold on to the man as he used you for his depraved hunger.
You drooled as the killer set a rough, desperate pace, the tentacles filling your pussy and the cock filling your mouth moving so hard and fast it made your head spin. His balls slapped against the edge of your palm, the heat of them causing sweat to mix with the pre-cum and drool slicking your fingers and palm. You moaned and arched, bucked, and ground into the pleasure filling your pussy, all while Pyramid Head held you down and used your mouth and hand for his pleasure. He took as much as he gave, the sickening bliss caused by his body and need making you more and more lightheaded as you let yourself completely go.
Who fucking cared if he planned to kill you or hand you over to the Entity right now? Not you – cock drunk, mouth full of pre-cum and beginning to bob your head in time with his thrusts – and certainly not the killer indulging either. You could worry about your fate, later, when your brain wasn’t fogged with lust and your body hovered over the edge of another orgasm.
When you came this time, you cried out and swallowed more of Pyramid Head’s cock, gagging as the tip jammed into the back of your throat. Your muffled cry and the way you drooled around his dick made the killer roar, pressing your mouth as far down his dick as he could. He practically made you choke on the viscous, sticky waves of his release, though your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, and you swallowed his cum as best you could.
Most of it splattered past your lips when you gagged, struggling to swallow the bitter fluid. It bubbled disgustingly around your lips and nose, dripping in fat droplets onto your hand. After the first three splatters of seed filled your mouth and clogged your throat, Pyramid Head eased his grip on your head, pulling you off his dick at the same time that his tentacles slipped out of your cunt.
You moaned, shaking, slumping in the killer’s embrace, exhausted, your pussy throbbing emptily as you tried to catch your breath. Sweat cooled on your skin as spit and cum dripped from your mouth and lips, leaving a sticky mess on your lower face, “Hngh, hahh, hahh, f-fuck…” You whimpered as your legs were pulled off his shoulders, the muscles aching fiercely as you were brought into a ‘seated’ position in Pyramid Head’s lap.
One of his hands grabbed your jaw, and the briefest flash of concern that he would snap your neck burst through you before he tilted your head up and back. Staring incomprehensibly up beneath the metallic dome that made up the killer’s head, you gasped as the tendrils that had been fucking your cunt slipped over your face, “What’re you doing?” You mumbled confusedly, though you didn’t have to wonder for long.
Pyramid Head’s humid and slimy tentacles began to squirm and suckle over your face, cleaning the mess he’d left with ease. Some fucked up little part of your heart fluttered at the strangely intimate act, especially when his other hand moved to rub your legs, easing the cramped muscles. Despite your exhaustion, your pussy couldn’t help but throb, which wasn’t helped by the fact that you could smell the remnants of your arousal on the tentacles cleaning your face.
It was a surprisingly slow, tender moment between you and the killer. A moment which left you reeling in confusion because:
1: what the fuck?
2: you needed fucking therapy as soon as you got out of this shithole for thinking this was kind of cute.
And 3: you should have taken that moment to fight back and run.
The third point would be seared as regret in your mind a few minutes later when the tentacles would stop cleaning your face. When Pyramid Head let go of your jaw, you only had a moment to breathe a sigh of relief before a surprised cry echoed from your throat. The killer had slid both of his arms under your legs, hooking your knees over his elbows before bringing his hands together at the nape of your neck in a twisted headlock, “W-wait, hold up, s-stop, aren’t you done with me already?!” You squealed, wriggling what little you could as Pyramid Head hauled both you and him off the ground.
With a flex of his arms, you were pinned in place, legs pressed to your shoulders and body bent in half. In this position, your pussy was left exposed to the cold air billowing through the room, and though there was no one there, you swore you felt eyes staring down your body.
That was impossible though. You were alone with Pyramid Head, and he had no eyes. Unless the Entity was being even more of a nasty asshole and watching the killer grunt and slot his hot, hard cock between your mons. You whined sharply; the hands wrapped around the nape of your neck forcing your head to bend forwards so you could watch what was happening. Pyramid Head jerked his hips, causing his fat dick to slap over your dripping, swollen folds, the stain from his prior orgasm and your mouth leaving a filmy residue on your plump pussy lips.
He ground against you, slowly, as if testing the feeling at first before shifting his hold on your body, bending you even more tightly in half. You watched, gasping for breath, as Pyramid Head rocked his hips against your ass, rubbing his dick between your labia, soaking himself in your arousal. Your clit pulsed and you moaned, your hands instinctively moving to grip the killer’s forearms to ground yourself.
Such things were only seen as an encouragement for the metal-headed man, though. Groaning deeply, his slow rutting eventually began to pick up the pace, as his excitement led Pyramid Head to push forward until your front was pinned to the wall. You wheezed from being squished between a rock and a hard place, shuddering, the cold wall a stark difference to his hard, hot body against your back. You felt sweat against your skin, felt the tackiness of dried blood from Pyramid Head begin to stick to your skin – wait, when did he take your shirt off?
You had no time to ponder such a question. Pyramid Head grunted and groaned, several blood-red tendrils curiously touched and trailed over the parts they could reach. The strain on your neck, shoulders, and knees is painful as he presses and presses and presses against you, bucking his hips to try and bully his dick inside your dripping cunt.
The head slips between your mons, grinding over your clit before Pyramid Head snarl and tries again, and again, his cock becoming slicker with your juices with each unsuccessful push and grind of his cock, “Hngh, hahh, w-wait, that’s-! That’s not gonna f-fit-!” You’re forced to stare down between your legs as the fat, leaking tip of Pyramid Head’s cock parts your folds, staining your entrance as the beast grunts.
Your breath catches in the back of your throat as the killer becomes increasingly incensed that your body won’t yield. The muscles in his arms twist and bunch against your shoulders as he pins you into an even tighter hold, practically smothering between his rock-hard chest and the wall. You whine breathlessly, panicked, drooling, all of it becoming too much as you shook against him, unable to take more, knowing that if anything would be the first to break, it’d be your body.
Tears spill down your face and you can’t even squirm or beg any more as Pyramid Head finally manages to pop the head of his dick past your straining entrance. You would have sighed in relief, as the big brute relaxed his grip on you some. If you weren’t immediately releasing a choked scream when he forcefully slammed over half of the biggest cock in your life inside, you.
The guttural sound and sudden vice-like tightness of your pussy didn’t seem to deter him, because he pulled out only an inch before trying to force more of his length into you. You felt like you were getting split in half, punching the breath out of your lungs while forcing your body to adjust around his cock. Heavy, deep grunts leave Pyramid Head’s throat as your pussy is forced to accept him inch by inch, stretching you open until you were sure you’d never recover. You were being turned into his cock sleeve, cunt moulding around the fatness of his dick while he pushed and pushed into your pussy till his balls slapped your puffy little clit.
Fuck. You could feel the bastard’s tip pressed to the entrance of your womb. You could feel his heartbeat inside your pussy. You could feel every minute twitch and rub of his dick inside you as he stuffed you to the brim with his cock.
The pain of being forced to accommodate alongside the sheer pleasure of being filled so thoroughly made you cum with a sharp wail. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you trembled, the headlock preventing you from moving more than tiny incremental shivers. The tight fit of Pyramid Head’s cock forced your body to squirt around him, soaking his balls, thighs, the wall, and the floor beneath your bundled-up body. Your pussy milked and fluttered around Pyramid Head’s cock, which made him throb and- fuck he was getting even thicker!
“’m gunna die-!” You blubbered, lust-drunk and pathetic, hands hanging limply above your head, “’m gunna die, g-gunna- hahh, ah, fuck, Nngh!” You struggled to take everything in, feeling like you were going to be split in half, panting, and whining as your nails dug into his skin. The pricks of the barbed wire around his forearms dug into your palms, but the minute pain was nothing compared to the white-hot sensations pulsing from your cunt.
You were overwhelmed and overpowered, staring sightlessly down your body to the small bump Pyramid Head’s cock made in your belly. He kept himself buried inside you, waiting for the vicelike grip of your pussy to relax, growling something you couldn’t understand. The sudden glow of red letters flickered briefly right in front of your unseeing eyes, the text ‘Boon: monster speech’ popping up without your knowledge.
It was only when a deep, gravelly voice began to mutter in your head that you even recognized another weird thing was happening, “Take… it… mine, mine… all mine…” The voice growled and you whimpered in confusion, your mind swimming as your head tilted back to stare up into the red, tentacled mass beneath Pyramid Head’s metal shell, “Mine to… take… mine to… breed… breed… breed…” You inhaled sharply as the voice became hungrier, deeper, more bestial.
The realization that it belonged to the killer whose dick was buried balls deep inside you sent fear down your spine. Even more panic-inducing were the contents of his words, Pyramid Head’s intentions made clear as he pulled his cock out of your soaked pussy until only the head remained inside you, “Hngh! N-Nooooooh~! Noooooh, pwease, ‘m gonna break, d-don’t, hngh, l-let me go-oh~!” You tried to squirm out of his grip again, nails clawing at Pyramid Head’s arms, but the killer easily ignored your struggles.
There was nowhere to run, no place to hide, and no way to get out of his embrace or off his cock. And so, you could only cry out and gush when Pyramid Head slammed his dick to the hilt inside you again, the tip jabbing something searingly painful and sensitive in the process. You wailed, arching, eyes rolling skyward, unable to do anything but hold on as Pyramid Head set a hard, fast brutal pace. The killer used your body like his personal toy – his cock sleeve, perfectly fitted for him, made for him to bully his cock in and out of your tight, sopping pussy.
“Perfect… mine… made for me… take it… take it all…” He growled as he slammed into you over and over again, pulling moans, mewls and deep sobs from your chest as pleasure and pain ricocheted through your body. Your nails drew blood when you dug into his arms, but that didn’t bother the killer, who pressed his full weight to your back to fuck you harder, faster, deeper, “Make you… mine… only mine… going to… breed you… breed you full… mine… mine... mine…”
You whined in confusion, shaking your head as babbled pleas fell from your lips, “Ngh, hngh, nooooo, nooooo pwease, ‘s t-too mush, gunna die, f-fuuuck~!” Every deep, unrelenting smack of Pyramid Head’s hips against your ass made your body bounce, your head lolling back to lean on the killer’s broad, blood and sweat-stained shoulder. Tears spilt from your eyes as drool dripped from the corners of your mouth, both fluids being lapped up by Pyramid Head’s tentacles.
The metal-headed killer grunted, tightening his hold on you, and bending his torso to fuck his cock into your pussy harder and deeper, “Ngh~! Pleash, pleash, ‘m g-gonna die, c-can’t take – hahh, hmngh~!” You sobbed wretchedly as the different angle made his cock head rub over your g-spot and his balls slap your clit with each punching thrust. You babbled, begged, whined, and wailed to the heavens as Pyramid Head abused your cunt, chasing his pleasure, his goal to stuff your tight little pussy full of cum.
He intended to forcefully seed your womb. To mark and claim you as his, once and for all. He’d already done so many times in the past, killing you, and staining your soul whenever he had the chance to lessen the Entity’s grip on you. He’d been drawn to you the moment you had first arrived, as the Entity blasted the pictures of the prey to the minds of those joining their game. He’d known from that moment that he had to have you for himself – and now he did, slamming his cock inside you, corrupting you further and further with his foul essence.
Pyramid Head would ensure you would be taken out of the game and kept by his side, “Made… for me… for this… mine… fuck… breed… going to breed… take it… take it take it take it…” He became rougher, crueller, driving his cock in and out of your pussy with single-minded focus, unaware that he was fucking your resistance out of you, bringing you to the brink of breaking, mentally and physically. Not that he would care – even if you didn’t break now, you were his, and he had no intention of allowing you to defy him. If you didn’t break now, he would break you over and over again until you were as desperate, addicted and obsessed with him as he was with you.
Grunting harshly, Pyramid Head focused the force of his thrusts into deep, powerful rutting grinds, making sure the tip kissed the entrance to your womb with each roll. He hissed and snarled, his grip on your body creating mottled bruises, painting your skin with his marks while his pre-cum soaked into your fold. He was close, and you were getting tighter, whinier, needier with each thrust, crying, and babbling and perfect for the killer to breed.
“Pleash, pleassssh, ‘s too much, ‘m gonna-!” You gasped, arching, eyes rolled to the back of your skull, barely holding on as the pleasure and pain became too much to bear, “’m gonna cum, gonna cum, hahh, c-cum, cum inside – hngh~! Ah, hahh, pleaaaaassse, please, please, I need-I need-!” You weren’t sure what you needed, but you could hear Pyramid Head’s chanting growls inside your head: ‘Breed. Breed. Breed. Breed.’ Unending and focused, the cock pounding your poor cunt rutting into you until you ached deep inside your tummy.
A particularly harsh slap of his balls against your clit and the fattened vein on the underside of his dick throbbing against your g-spot while his dick jammed into your cervix was enough to make the pressure inside your body burst. An animalistic noise escaped through your throat, echoing through the cold, empty hallways surrounding you and the killer. Your pussy tightened around him, squeezing down so hard on the monstrous cock buried to the hilt inside you that he couldn’t pull out.
Not that he intended to. Instead, Pyramid Head growled a deep, filthy, ‘Take it… take it all… mine…” grinding against you while the milking, fluttering pleasure of your walls brought him over the edge as well. You moaned gutturally as hot, thick cum pumped inside you, the tight seal of your pussy around Pyramid Head’s dick ensuring that all of his seed would have nowhere else to go except the deepest recesses of your body. Your womb, fertile, forcefully pounded into submission, painfully hit by the fat cock head, was soon flooded with the killer’s virile, corrupted cum, and you sobbed at how it burned inside you.
It shouldn’t feel this hot. His cum shouldn’t feel like it was searing inside your tummy, but you didn’t know why, as you drooled, mindlessly staring at the way his release filled you up. The sheer volume of cum pumped inside your pussy left you bloated, and you whimpered. You wanted to pull off and release the build-up of fluid due to how uncomfortable it felt, but you were weakened from the game and… whatever this was.
‘I just wanna close my eyes for a little bit…’ You thought tiredly, your body going slack in Pyramid Head’s hold as you lost consciousness. By the time you woke back up, you’d find yourself lying on a bed, bent in half with a pillory around your wrists and ankles. A throbbing numbness would make you look down, only to see a large metal clamp pinching your puffy, swollen labia together. Pearlescent fluid would glaze your mons, and when you whimpered, in pain, confused where you were and freaking out despite how tired you felt.
It was only when the familiar scraping of metal on concrete and the hulking figure of Pyramid Head stepped out of the shadows that you would realise how fucked you were, “Hmmm… mine,” The killer would rumble, his large hand gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, several vein-like tentacles slipping from beneath his metal head to slither over your lips and chin.
You should have listened to the other survivors and gotten out before the timer ended no matter what. As Pyramid Head forces your lips to part so he can slip his tentacles into your mouth, you fear for what hellish nightmare awaited you at the hands of your deadly paramour.