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It's funny, how comfortable his rest was that night. Surrounded by a nest of veins, thrumming with the heartbeat of divinity. He hadn't slept this well since he was a child.
His dreams were odd, formless things. Born of sensation and that which he does not know.
'Hey.'
A soundless feeling of being acknowledged.
'Are you doing this?'
Why? Do you want me to stop?
'No, not really.' Simon doesn't know if he's actually rolling over, or if it's all in his head. 'Just wondering why.'
You've been a good sport. It replied as if this was all very obvious. Did you not want to be rewarded for your willingness?
'The satisfaction of watching you fall apart is enough for me.' He shrugged. 'Besides, I'm not going to be gentle next time. I want to get into these.'
While he can't see them, Simon knows he's found its array of arms and legs that perpetually trail behind it. 'I need to see how they work. See if they're attached to anything, or whatever you look like in there.'
You say that like I'm not going to enjoy it.
'You like being carved open like a turkey?'
I'm a god, Simon. You can't hurt me in a way that matters. The idea of watching you chest deep inside me? It has a certain appeal.
He smirked, he thinks. Calmly reaching out until he senses her, sliding his rough palms over smooth scales. 'You've got issues. C'mon, where's that bitch of a fish that used to get so offended at me?'
I don't care as long as you're not disrespecting me in front of our prey.
'Your prey.' Before it can say it, he whispered- 'Semantics.' Into what he thinks is an ear…actually, he's not. This thing doesn't have any as far as he can see.
You're such a strange little morsel, Simon. Would you eat me alive if you could?
'That an offer?'
Maybe. But if I let you, you'll have to do something for me first. It purred coyly.
Oh boy. 'Name your terms.'
I want to…oh how do you put it? Top you?
'I said I'm not very comfortable with that.' He cautioned it.
And you think I'm supremely open to being eaten alive by a human? Those blunt little teeth will be harder to recover from. I'm fine with not doing either. But if I'm going to let you do this, I need a proper trade off.
'…You're insufferable.'
Simon. You do not have to do this. If it upsets you, we'll never speak of it again. I like being cut open, as you seem so keen on. But I'm not letting you do whatever you want with me if you're not willing to try to do what I'd like for once.
He rolled away from it. 'I just…don't like the lack of control.'
Humans. Too rigid. She complains. Swimming through his mind in the way that mist would. You don't have to be a sweet little submissive thing to receive me. And again. It's just once. You never know, you might like it.
'And I might hate it too.'
If it makes you more interested, I'm more than willing for it to only be a moment. She offered. No one has to finish.
That was an interesting addition. Simon sighed. '…Alright. If I want it to stop, you stop. Clear?'
As crystal.
He was definitely going to regret this.
Nothing happened for a few days. He simply returned to his ship and the Shed to its full size. He hasn't done anything like this since his first boyfriend. It hurt, and he decided then and there that he was very disinterested in repeating the experience.
Meet me at the drop platform.
So he was busy at the moment. He'd started to write a book to pass the time. And he's gotten into a groove, so their little date could hold on.
Now, Simon.
"Calm your tits, I'll be there in a second." He rolled his eyes. "You gotta stop picking the worst times to try and call me up."
I found something you might be interested in.
"Yeah, sure." He intentionally makes it wait for a few extra minutes. Is he being an ass? Mhmm. Does he care? C'mon now. When he brings himself to her side, irritation is rolling off of her in waves.
You're a cruel man, Simon.
"Remind me who tried to eat me, and still would?" He asked as he unscrewed the hatch.
Only if you'd come back, don't be dramatic. The Shed sighed just as theatrically as it was accusing him of. Come see.
Simon hauls out onto the platform. He sees something that was stained from the blood, but appeared to have had an attempt to clean it. It was some sort of photo album. A lot of it was damaged beyond readability. But he was able to parse some of it.
A family of three. Two women and a baby. One, the shorter of the pair, had photos in a lab coat. A scientist. "Is this from the SM-8?"
Yes. They told them not to bring unnecessary things. It observed, tendrils flipping through the sanguine pages. Why do you think she ignored it?
"Humans are deeply difficult animals." He pointed out. "I think she might have had a feeling she wouldn't come back. Or maybe she was just insufferable about her family."
I see…Simon?
"What's up?"
Did you have a family?
He can't help but laugh to start. It takes him a moment to regain his composure. "Sorry. I uh…not exactly. You know I was raised in a cult."
The Shed made a humming sound of agreement. It raised its head, resting her chin on the platform. Sure, it tilts dramatically, but it doesn't tip over.
"I called them my family…but looking back." He sighed softly. "What sort of loved ones do what they did?"
Its quiet for a long moment before a tendril lifted to tuck his hair from his face. What would you do if they were here?
"I-" He doesn't want to think about that. He wouldn't do anything. He wouldn't hurt them. He wouldn't…he-…
Simon, you don't have to. It broke into his burgeoning spiral. Ignore me.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "That'd be nice…"
Rude. It huffed, veins curling about his legs, holding the man gently.
"That's how I am." He shrugged, but he didn't try to get away. He focused on the way she held him, her pulse thrumming against his skin. Her warmth a comfort he would have never guessed.
…Fuck it. "Shed?"
Yes, Simon?
"…I can stop it at anytime?" He knows she understood what he meant. She's a mind reader after all.
Of course. Whenever you want.
Okay…okay…
Are you sure? You seem-
"If I don't, I might never agree." He interrupted it. "And I really want to know what you taste like."
Little beast. She accused without venom. Her tendrils dexterously began to unhook his trousers. Slowly pulling his zipper, it seemed to delight in the way his breathing hitched. Carefully, it peeled his pants off.
"Desperate bitch." He returned the sentiment, with an equal lack of heat. He chose to slip his boxers off, feeling the need to retain some control. Well, according to his cock, he was at least a little into this. "I can't wait to get my teeth into you."
I'll know before you even ask…but tell me when you can't take it anymore. Alright?
"Yeah. I will." He shivered as its tentacles softly wound up his thighs. Feather light pressure encouraged them to part. He finds his fire dying as he tries to stay calm. "Just…go slow."
I won't hurt you unless you want me to, Simon.
The first invader was smaller than his pinkie. Of course, she had promised him it would make sure it wouldn't be painful. And while that much was true, it was still weird. He's not exactly enthused with being on the receiving end. He'd like to spit fire and venom, to take charge, but he's just trying to find pleasure in what he can.
And what he does enjoy, are the sounds she makes. The voice in his mind goes soft and breathy. Clearly not expecting to enjoy it this much.
O-oh Simon…you're so soft. So warm. Resting in his flesh, it begins to…change. The tendril, well…thickens. Growing with every pulse. Tortuously slow, it allowed him to adjust with every gain. He'd eventually realize it had more girth than his upper arm.
But in this moment, he doesn't have time to notice. Because that's when the first thrust began. Stars burst in his vision. He's still not sure he really likes it, but it was miles better than his last try. "I bet you'll be pretty good too, when I return the favor."
You're incredible. Look at you, Simon. Taking so much, just to make me happy.
I-in fairness, he was doing this so he could get a bite of- ah!
A slightly firmer pump has his back arching. "Fucking hell, Shed!"
She just chuckled, drawing him against her enormous body. Breathe, Simon. You're so close.
That much was true. "Don't let this go to your h-head." He wheezed, reaching up to get a hand around one of its many skin folds.
I wouldn't dream of it. It purred, flesh pressing against his cheek. Take your reward. You've earned it. I'm right here.
As he peaked, Simon bit down hard. Ironically, his orgasm wasn't what he'd remember about the incident. He remembers the incredible taste of the Shed's blood in his mouth. Not like it was anything he could really rationalize to another human.
Like the molten core of a planet being swallowed by a black hole. Like the sun baked desert sand. Like the first breath any animal takes. Like life and death. Creation and destruction.
Like the Shed.
When he comes back to himself, he realized he'd found the large seam of its gill plates. Rutting into them firmly. Of course, the one time he agreed to bottom, he still found a way to get his dick wet.
A chuckle. Enjoying your meal?
He chewed, swallowing the soft meat. "You're delicious. If you're up for it, I think I might make this my birthday dinner every year."
And the rest?
That did give him pause. He takes another bite. Slowly carving into her wound, delighting in how it shivered. Once he's got that down, he continued. "It wasn't bad. I wouldn't choose it…but I wouldn't be opposed to it every once in a while."
You did brilliantly. Look-
Simon nearly choked on what he had in his mouth. The Shed had started pulling out. That's when he saw how big it was. "Jesus Christ, are you crazy?! I could have died!"
I wouldn't allow it. It points out, giving one last gentle thrust.
"You're pushing your luck." He winced, grabbing her to drag her length out.
I think you like it.
…Maybe he did. Not that he'd ever admit it.
A low, rumbling laugh echoed through the tides.