Emily Prentiss Owns Me.

Sevika always knew she was larger than you, but she never really thought about it. It was mindless, when she grabbed a glass off of the top shelf because you couldn’t reach it, or effortlessly lifted something heavy because you couldn’t. Really, it was second nature. The two of you had hardly been living together long enough for her to notice anything different.

It wasn’t until the both of you were sitting together, late one night, that it set in just how much bigger than you she was.

You both had finished a movie, one that you begged her to watch with you as it was your favorite. You found yourself positioned in her lap, rambling about the depths of the film while she listened. She was propped up against the headboard, hands heavy on your hips as you went on and on. Naturally, her eyes raked from your face down your body, falling upon your thighs between hers.

It set something off in her brain, truly. You had one thigh in between hers and one on the other side, straddling her left thigh. It clicked to her then that this is how you normally sat in her lap, the stretch of your thighs around her hips being slightly uncomfortable from how much wider her hips were in comparison to yours.

“You always sit like this?” She murmured, eyes still focused on where your bodies met. Her hands smoothed down your thighs, pupils dilating. The feeling was sudden, and not something that ever previously got her going this quickly.

“Yeah, why?” You giggled, running your hands down her stomach. Her flesh hand traveled, running over your stomach. She, once again, admired how much larger it was compared to other times she had seen your own hand there. “Sevi, are you okay?” You were still giggling as if she hadn’t just come to the conclusion of her life.

“Y’re so fucking.. small,” she couldn’t come up with another word. Her mind was running wild with the grand number of things she could do to you if she wanted. They were terrible thoughts, ones that ran along the lines of you taking anything and everything she gave you just because, well, you couldn’t fight back.

“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just now- Sev!” You squealed as she lifted you from her lap and flipped you onto the bed, sitting between your legs. All she did was look at your body before she pressed her hand into your hip, holding you down. “What’s gotten into you?” You were still giggling.

“I need you, right now.” Her voice was lower, and you knew the tone. The one that came with dark eyes, wide pupils. She was fascinated with you, touching you like she never had before in her life, like you were porcelain.

“Take me then.” Your tone switch had her on you in seconds, pulling your body against hers as her mouth found every sensitive spot that you loved. She sucked mark after mark into your soft skin, gawking at her possession on your body after each one.

There was so much happening in her mind and yet nothing at all; it was swarming with all of the various ways she wanted to use you, but equally blinded by lust. Thoughts of forcing you down and taking you were easy to think about when you were like this, so pliant and willing. She knew you wouldn’t say no. And even if you did- her mind stopped her.

She began to wonder if she had an attention problem when it came to sex, as she was noticing things that she hadn’t ever before. Her mouth engulfed your tits, tongue lapping at your nipple, fuller than she had ever been. She adored the way she was bigger than you, the way you fit in her mouth and the way her mechanical hand shrunk your other tit.

Her flesh hand found purchase on your hip, holding it against the mattress easily, while one of her knees came up against your heat. She’d hardly done anything and you were already dripping in anticipation, the difference in this particular round noticeable in her demeanor.

As she sucked, your hips bucked against her thigh, and she moved her hand from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing against it to stop you from moving. “You get what I give you,” she quipped from your chest as she kissed the valley between your boobs and began to kiss down your sternum.

When she finally got to the waistband of your panties, she licked a strip along it just to tease, leaving them on as you squirmed below her. She pressed kiss against your clit, letting you mew and whine while she laughed. “Ain’t even done anything yet and you’re soaking the sheets, what a fucking whore,” your hips lifted off the bed again with a high-pitched moan. “Keep squirming and I’ll leave you here.”

But, she couldn’t ever do that. Not when you were gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles were white, and the angle between your legs made your waist look so small. Safe to say she had your panties off seconds after that warning, sitting up on her knees to marvel at the scene before her.

Here you were, laid back with your hands above your head as if it was instinct, bare for her, as if to present yourself. She ran her flesh thumb over your clit and through your folds, watching your entrance flutter at the contact, and she could’ve moaned.

Still entranced, she pushed her middle finger into you, your wetness being far more than enough to suck her right in. It was truly striking, the new things she was feeling. Her hand was so much larger than your cunt, her fingers twice the size of your own.

She sunk down onto her stomach, enveloping your clit between her lips as she sucked it. Her mech hand came to your tit, adjusting to what you needed. By the time she was sliding her second finger in, you were already writhing, legs shaking. You were quite literally dripping onto the sheets, arousal covering you and Sevika and the sheets beneath you both.

Your stomach coiled, body tensing as your orgasm approached you harshly - and she pulled away, pulling her fingers from you and removing any contact of her on your body. Your eyes shot open, confusion drawing on your face quickly. She didn’t let the expression sit, tapping your bottom lip and pushing her two used fingers into your mouth with haste.

“You look real pretty with your mouth full, y’know that? Maybe I should keep you this way.” Your eyes lolled back in your head as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. That only encouraged her to push them farther into your mouth, fascinated by how full you looked with just two fingers in your mouth.

She pulled her fingers from your mouth, wiping them across your cheek before standing up. She made her way to your closet, and for a moment, you thought you knew what was coming, until she pulled out something you hadn’t ever seen before. It was a black strap, far longer and wider than something she’d ever used on you.

“Wanna try something new,” she tugged the harness up her thick hips, adjusting it until it fit and attaching her latest piece. She came back to the bed and without a word grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling them up so that you rested in an arch.

Though she hardly needed it, she lubed it up and ran the tip through your folds until you whined and pushed yourself back onto it. “Vika, need you,” you moaned impatiently, awarding you a harsh slap across your right ass cheek.

She didn’t make you wait, though. She pressed into your arch to make it deep and pressed the fat tip into you, letting you adjust before continuing. “‘s gonna be a big stretch, my big girl can take it, can’t she?” she didn’t allow you to respond before pushing further in, half of it disappearing into your cunt. 

“Sev, ‘s too big,” you cried out after she pushed further, but she wasn’t listening. She wasn’t even thinking at all, absolutely dazed on the sight of your cunt stretching to take her.

“You’re so good, so fucking good,” she groaned when she bottomed out, lips parted and chest heaving as her need took control of her body. Once you had adjusted to her, she fucked into you without pause, trapped in a headspace that wouldn’t go away until she had you coming for hours.

With her mech hand pressing your arch down still, she leaned over you, balancing most of her weight on her flesh hand beside your head. The position allowed her to hit deeper, and you knew you’d be sore the next day, but it didn’t matter. She was fucking you too good to worry about anything of the sort.

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, before you could even tell her that you were close. Her strap stained white, and the sight alone had her coming with you. However, she didn’t stop there - she continued her pace, going even harder than before, just to see you come again

“Give me one more, please baby, need to see you come again,” She didn’t consider herself someone that begged, but with the noises you were making and simply the sight of you, she couldn’t help it.

She pounded into you like the world would end if she didn’t, taking anything and everything you would give her. She had her mech hand tangled in your hair, pushing your cheek into the bed below you while her flesh hand held your hip to keep you steady.

You cried out as your second orgasm flowed over you, drenching her skin and the bed. It wasn’t long before a warm, creamy liquid filled you, Sevika waiting until the last second to fill you up. “Such a fucking slut,” she moaned, fucking her cum into you, “filled your tight little cunt right up, huh? It feel good being so full of my cum?”

When she finally pulled out, she was sure that there hadn’t ever been something better than you in history. You were so full that your stomach bloated, cum dripping out of your used hole like a pornstar. She spread your lips just to watch it drip, mentally taking a picture. “You did so good, baby,” she murmured, flipping you onto your back with her strength again. “Wanna keep you full like this all the time.”

You giggled, making her gaze shoot up. “I’m not against that.” She couldn’t help but laugh with you.

you were all just girls before this. so, what are you now?

you find yourself asking this same question over and over again. constantly racking through your brain how you’ve all become so unapologetically mad, and cruel. if what you’ve done has crossed some invisible line of morality that you can no longer go back. if you can even go back.

shauna still kisses you with a fire you’ve never known before. something you’re sure would have never existed to you had you ever been on that plane. she touches you like she’s never been more sure of something in her whole life.

like, she’s never actually existed until now. as if being out here is the best thing that could have happened to some of you.

you hate to say that there’s some truth in that. in some twisted and haunted way.

when she decided that everyone must stay behind, instead of accepting rescue, she left no room for argument. you watched in disbelief, the grief slowly flowing through you as it’s decided that, no, you won’t go home. not today.

shauna finds you crying in front of the small lake, just a few hours later.

she pulls you in as if she isn’t the reason why you’re hurting. she kisses all your tears away, shushes you, tells you it’s okay. it isn’t.

“we can’t go back, baby,” she whispers into your hair. her words make you cry even harder into the warmth of her neck. “we’re better off here,” you think, maybe that’s okay.

maybe it is fine. because truly, something this ugly, this violent, and beautiful doesn’t belong in the world out there, anyway. that maybe the wilderness is where you’re meant to be.

because even if you’re scared to admit it to yourself, a world outside of this place is just a thin guise you’re all pretending isn’t close to cracking.

and you love her. you love shauna. every dangerous, violent, grief-ridden side of her. you’ve seen her kill, seen the way she doesn’t even flinch at the sight of barbarity anymore. she smiles at it instead.

she’s kissed you with the blood of others on her lips, and you loved the taste of it. she’s handed you her blade and led you through skinning the fur off of animals you’d later eat. you’d see the way her eyes would gleam at the sight of your innocence being continuously stripped away. she loves that she’s the reason for how you unravel.

you used to only be able to cut through meat with your eyes closed. used to cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear a deer cry as it took its last breath. only able to feel the way the muscles spasm beneath your fingers. you never looked, never listened.

now, your hand no longer shakes at the weight of her knife in your hands. now, you meet shauna’s eyes as blood pools out.

but you still let out shaky breaths when she licks the blood off your fingers.

“you’re getting better and better,” she murmurs, taking the blade from your hands and finishing off the dead carcass in front of you. “i’m proud.”

you smile at her words.

you were all just girls before. you know that. you think you’re something more now. maybe worse. you don’t know. you don’t really care.

because you’re feral, you’re violent, you’re messy, but you’re loved.

and shauna loves you in ways that couldn’t exist back home.

she loves you roughly, madly, and on purpose. like everything only exists for both of you. like you’re the only thing that exists to her.

and that version of you that existed before her? the one before the crash. she’s gone now.

sometimes you hate her for it. but you love her for it more.

because being with shauna feels like you’re finally real. and whatever is left of you is hers.

even now, as you watch with your mouth agape, natalie is forced to slash open the corpse of your dead friend. mari. you’re scared. grief-stricken. you want to cry. but you want to feel shauna’s cold hands in yours more.

she watches as you stare at the way mari’s blood pools onto the snow-covered ground. you’re breath is shaky.

she doesn’t say anything. she wears a proud smile and lets you exist in the moment instead.

later, when she’s in her antler queen cloak and has finished leading everyone through a feast, she catches your wrist as you return to camp.

“say something,” you think she’s pleading for it. like she wants the reassurance that this is what she’s like now, and if you still want her this way. it hits you all then. mari. your teammate. your friend. is dead. and you ate her.

the hot tears in your eyes feel good against the cold of the air. you still don’t say anything. shauna lunges forward and kisses you. your eyes well up again at the taste of iron and meat on her lips.

her hand grips the back of your neck, her fingers tighten in your hair. she pulls back again, breathless, eyes wide and blown.

“this is the only way love can exist for me,” she breathes. “can you live with that?”

you nod. and kiss her back again. all teeth and bite.

shauna leads you back to your hut, and you let her stake her claim. she deserves it, after all. she’s your queen now.

you let her press you into your cot on the floor.

she drinks in your sighs, and you feel your body burn up at having her breathless on top of you.

you give her exactly what she wants when you feel her fingers press crescents into the inside of your thighs.

you spread yourself, soft and obedient, not because she asks you to or because she expects it, but because you want to.

and you smile at her sadisticness when she bites down on your neck, and praises you when you let out sounds for her. you revel in the feel of her. you try to ignore the biting cold just beyond the thin fur that covers the entrance.

it’s easy to when every time she touches you it burns. and it feels fucking amazing.

you gasp when she gets down to that spot right at the apex of your thighs. you try to trap her there. like if you close your thighs, maybe she’d listen.

she does. thank god, she does.

she laughs at your neediness. and pulls you open wider, rougher. like you’re hers to claim, to shape, to ruin.

“i love you like this,” she says fondly. you think, i do too.

you whimper immediately when her mouth finds you. it’s obscene the way you buck into her, the way you ground yourself by threading your fingers into her tangled hair.

there’s only her now. her mouth. her hands. the burn of her name caught in your throat as she pushes you closer and closer to unraveling.

she holds you steady when you start to shake, groaning into you like she’s starving and you’re her salvation. like you’re the last good thing left in this godforsaken wilderness, and she intends to consume every part of you.

then, just as you’re about to, she replaces her mouth with her fingers. and pushes her lips towards yours as she swallows your moans.

“you know, if you died out here,” she pants against your lips. “i’d eat your heart first.”

maybe you should be scared, or turned off at the kind of joke she’d make in such a crude moment, with her hands between your legs. but you’re too gone to care. too blissed out. even if you know she means it.

“you’d keep it safe?”

she smiles wicked and beautifully. the kind of smile you know you’d never forget. the kind of smile that brings you that much closer to the edge. “i’d keep it in me forever.”

and at her words, at the terrible truth in them, you let out one final shriek. your body arches, and you let out a silent scream, anchoring yourself on shaua’s shoulders.

she watches you with that same look she wears whenever she’s cutting into flesh and meat. the one that’s all teeth and grin. you hear the trees start to howl, the cold starts to bite, but she still doesn’t move. she’s still inside you, palm pressed to your chest.