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I very much need to talk about the Duel of Destiny scene between Burning Spice and Golden Cheese, because it's finally given us the meaningful character interaction and philosophical back-and-forth we've all been dying to see with them (I live and breathe for their fights, physical and verbal. It's how Burning Spice communicates with her, how he expressed his thoughts and feelings, it's his method of persuasion. And it's how she answers back, her way of leveling with him - and she always has to, he bites and she always bites back, because really, they're not so different in that hot-tempered stubbornness)
I LOVE that she stopped to just talk to him. Finally, she's had enough of the fighting and wants to try to reach him as a person, to understand him as a person. And it's fascinating and impactful that, even after everything she's seen from him, she still feels like she can do so like this. She's appealing to his humanity like she thinks he still has any left in the first place. Do you really want to live and breathe in this ceaseless misery? Can't you hear their cries of anguish? Why even bother asking such a ruthless tyrant these questions, if you didn't think that, somehow, he'd listen, if only you said it right and kept insisting like the hardheaded warrior you are?
Did you notice his expression kept changing as she spoke to him? Falling and falling until the sneer became this scowl? And the way he answers, his apparent inability to sense what she does. That little elipses. "I hear nothing but spice dust... crumbling in the wind." He's lying, isn't he? That tiny bit of hesitation gives him away, I think. She struck a chord and he's trying to deny it.
(Remember that they're sharing a headspace here. Which means his subconscious is linked with hers. He's hearing his victims scream in his head all the time. And he tries to lie and say he can't hear anything.)
This part is also very important. It confirms what a lot of Burning Spice fans have thought/felt, what I talked about in detail in my character analysis post ages ago: in his rage and despair, he became what he hated. If all is destined to fall apart no matter what, why not help it along? What does it matter? Just cut out the middle man. Bring about endings. Halt beginnings. You're doing them a favor by hastening the inevitable. It's an incredibly sadistic, nihilistic, and genuinely sad point of view. To cope so poorly with the reality of life and death and what comes in between that you turn to this denial of attachment and selfish inflicting of your suffering onto others. It's grim. More than that, it's pitiful.
But of course, he turns it back on her, in a way that cuts deepest, because of course he does. He knows her. He understands her. Whether anyone likes that or not. And the true sting of his words lies in the fact that, ultimately, he's right. She can't escape reality. By the gods, has she tried, but in the end... what really changed? Just like him, she was a victim of the tide of change, powerless to stop it from washing everything she ever built away. How she differs is only in her response; his madness manifested as violent rejection of all attachments and respect for life, while hers manifested as overattachment, trapping her citizens (that is another thing he's right to point out, she trapped them, there was never any way for them to leave the virtual world on their own and they lived in ignorance of their real circumstances) in a dazzling illusion as a way to cope and pretend all was well.
She eventually realized her folly and put a stop to it, of course. We saw that part of her story. But that doesn't dull Burning Spice's edge.
Unfortunately I'm stuck on mobile until further notice, and so I can only add 10 images total (fuck you for that, Tumblr). Thus, I'll write out what Golden Cheese says next:
"... Heh... I have no time to persuade a dull-witted beast."
It's almost cute, the way she turns on a dime at his provocation. As said before, he knows exactly what to say and how to say it; just the right way to dig under her skin. And she continues...
All pretense abandoned, all goodwill squandered, an instant return to fighting form. She gave him a chance, she wanted to reason with him; for a moment, she entertained the notion of him being capable of civil conversation, of emotion, of regret. And maybe he is. Maybe he was, if only for a moment. But it was fleeting, just as all life is. Far be it from him to let her think it could be anything but.
And of course, her ire brings him such joy. "KHA HA HA HA! Come on, then! I will tear those golden wings to shreds, and bury them in the Tides of Change!" With all of his hellish bravado, he still needs to prove his point to her. She MUST know and embrace destruction, he will stop at nothing to ensure that. And she will fight him every step of the way, with her words and with her spear. He bites, she bites back without hesitation. The same hot-tempered stubbornness reflected in the two halves of this one soul
warnings — lactation kink, mommy kink, choso cums in his pants <3. mdni (17+).
choso loves holding your heavy, swollen tits full of milk for your newborn baby. you saw this as your husband being thoughtful and caring, thinking he was always gently massaging them because you mentioned how it felt a bit uncomfortable at times.
when in reality that’s far from the truth.
choso kept his hands glued to your boobs because he couldn’t get enough of the way it felt when your tits would leak, seeping through the fabric of your shirt and wetting the material along with his hands in the process, resulting in him getting hard within a matter of seconds.
even when he wasn’t touching them, the moment he heard the annoyance in your voice of having to clean yourself up again, his eyes were fixed on your blouse. he felt bad knowing there was nothing he could do to help, but it was an extreme turn on for him.
his heart ached every time seeing that it was all going to waste as your top drank it all up instead of him and his mouth. he sneaks off the bathroom everyday and wraps his hand his thick cock, jerking it to the thought of you, and your milky tits every time.
he knows it’s wrong, taboo really, but he so desperately wants to drink from your leaky tits, stealing his little son’s nutrients.
how selfish.
tonight, it’s choso’s turn to go take care of the screaming baby that just woke up and get him back to sleep. after nearly an hour, choso finally drags himself back into the bedroom after putting his son to sleep. again.
you’ve got your back pressed against the headboard as you flip to the next page in the book you’re reading, grinning at him as he walks towards the bed.
although he hasn’t mentioned it, he’s been extremely needy and as a matter of fact, you’ve been too. choso takes this opportunity before the baby possibly wakes up again to have an intimate moment with you, and to his delight, you’re not against it. you don’t resist as choso initiates it, leaning in to press his lips against yours.
instinctively, his hand trails up your shirt to play with your tits. he squeezes them can feel the milk squirt out even through your bra, causing him to moan into the kiss as his dick stirs to life.
choso pulls away and breaks the kiss, much to your dismay. before you can even open your mouth to object, he’s got your shirt pushed up and is tugging your nursing bra down to fully expose your chest to him.
his mouth waters as he gives your breast another squeeze, watching the milk leak out and he could almost cum right then. choso locks eyes with you as he brings his mouth close to your chest, closing the gap between him and his meal, making his intentions crystal clear. your fingers run through his thick head of hair and grab a handful, pulling him away.
but choso refuses to let a chance like this slip through his fingers, so he pleads with you to let him get what he wants. “please m-mommy, just one taste.”
you can never tell him ‘no’ and he knows that. a faint smirk appears on his lips before his mouth latches onto your right boob, sucking like baby.
shocking, is the only word you can come up with to describe the scene unfolding in front of you. you’re not complaining though. your panties are stuck to your core as sticky arousal seeps out from between your pussy lips the longer you watch the grown man underneath you nurse himself on your breast.
choso squeezes your boob again, allowing more milk to come out and he hollows out his cheeks more, making sure he doesn’t miss a single drop.
he starts to hump your leg as he drinks, the stimulation to his cock matched with him finally getting to indulge in his taboo fantasy is enough to send him over the edge.
only now does he take his mouth off your nipple to focus all his attention on cumming, huffing and panting as he continues grinding his clothed dick against you.
“s-so good to me … mommy,” choso whimpers, looking up at you with watery eyes.
a couple more rolls of his hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling into the back of his head as hot cum shoots out, ruining the inside of his sweats.
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“I can feel you,” a long tongue curled from Melly’s mouth, licking a slow trail up Alice’s neck as she huffed, “so desperate that you use your body for the words you cannot say.” The hand that had wiped away her tears slid down to her belly, fabric tearing as her claws dug into the waist of Alice’s skirt. “I can feel you wanting to keep me inside. Pulling me in, suctioning me like an animal in heat.”
Alice is dragged into the basement where she finds out that this new side of Melly has quite... interesting parts.
Content Warnings — oviposition.
Word Count — 865
Alice had never felt so full before.
Gripping onto the bars in front of her, it suddenly made sense why the Queen Bee hadn’t gone after her despite the many chances she had been given, always hunting down her teammates — Alice had only been hit once during her first rescue… and then she hadn’t been hit until the end, dragged away from the dungeon despite Alice’s protests and towards the basement, finding herself pinned against the cage.
All her protests died down when her girlfriend’s firm hands drifted their way between her thighs. A blur of touches, of kisses that bordered on suffocating the blonde, and she found that strange, bug-like appendage splitting her open, face pressed against the cold metal of the cage and the cold, hard body of Melly. She no doubt would have the imprint of the cage scribed into her cheek when she made it back to the manor, but she couldn’t care, whimpering as she felt the strange appendage make her insides its home.
“Is the journalist crying?” Queen Bee’s voice was soft and gentle despite the rough gyration of her hips with each thrust, calculated and precise, grasping Alice’s breast through her shirt, her claws drawing rugged tears through her blouse’s fabric. Alice shook her head, trying to answer, but Melly was particularly rough with one thrust, leaving her to cry out, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks. “Oh, my darling,” Melly cooed as she brought one of her hands to Alice’s cheek, wiping away the water, “you look so pathetic right now.”
Pale-skinned cheeks burst aflame in a shade of red that of a setting sun, legs trembling before she was pushed further into the cage, gasping as she felt the appendage engorge. It was already so big, how did it get any better? She whimpered as she felt her body squeeze around Melly.
“I can feel you,” a long tongue curled from Melly’s mouth, licking a slow trail up Alice’s neck as she huffed, “so desperate that you use your body for the words you cannot say.” The hand that had wiped away her tears slid down to her belly, fabric tearing as her claws dug into the waist of Alice’s skirt. “I can feel you wanting to keep me inside. Pulling me in, suctioning me like an animal in heat.”
“No,” Alice whined, “I’m not an animal.”
Melly laughed, her voice so tender, “Oh, but my dear, you are.” As Melly’s hand slid lower, Alice mewled at the feeling of her fingers teasing her clit through her skirt, squeezing her eyes shut, toes curling in her shoes. “I can already imagine you so big and round when I give you my eggs.”
Despite the fear that crept up Alice’s spine at the idea of her womb being filled with bugs, knowing that they were Melly’s made her feel warm all over, huffing as she attempted to push her hips back against Melly with each thrust. Her skin taut, her womb stretched to fit eggs inside of them — would they stick to her insides, only detaching when they hatched, or would they jiggle around inside the pit of her belly, threatening to come out with each step? Drool dripped down her chin as she whined, the thoughts too many, Melly’s entomology ramblings swirling in her mind, white hot throbs between her legs with each thrust.
“Fuck,” Alice huffed, “Please.”
The world spun, feeling hands brace themselves under her thighs before her legs were pushed towards her head, her skirt doing little to mask the outline of Melly’s appendage as it bulged her belly. It shouldn’t be physically possible — Alice knew in the rational part of her brain it shouldn’t be possible — but seeing it, feeling it as Melly pushed deep into her womb, was incredibly erotic, her head lulling back to look up at Melly. Her bug eyes stared into hers before Melly leaned her head down, her long tongue pushing its way into Alice’s mouth, down her throat, choking her as her hips paused. Alice couldn’t breathe, feeling as her womb was flooded with something sticky, trailing down the curve of her rump to drip onto her skirt and the floor, unable to make sense of it before she felt something large be pushed into her. Her entire body convulsed around the intrusion, and then another, feeling as Melly laid the eggs inside of her, losing count after the third, feeling as she came, focused on the feeling of being filled again, and again, until she possibly couldn’t fit anymore, and yet Melly kept going.
When Melly pulled her tongue back, letting Alice gasp in the oxygen she so needed, the blonde looked down at her tummy, watching as it bulged, already looking a few months pregnant as she felt Melly slip out. Alice whined, feeling her body complain about the intrusion, but her mind was on cloud nine, forced to lean against Melly as she was stood back on her feet.
“Don’t worry, my love,” Melly whispered as she leaned down to nuzzle Alice’s neck, fixing her clothing, “there is plenty more where that came from.”
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Thank you @smittenroses for commissioning me to draw your headcanon human look for Maliek!
Want to Commission me? Here is my Ko-Fi!
Legit need to revisit Dark Deception one way or another as I know the game has gotten a lot more updates and lore added to it and I remember when the game had it's first few levels bruh. That was ages ago and it feels nice drawing my bestie's headcanon design of a character from it.
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