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The warden growls, but it let Lucas inject the serum with the new combination of corruption. He is getting closer now, he knows this in the tiredness of his bones and the pression in his chest, just where it resides a void that can't be filled with anyone but him.

If Newt was here, he would be so angry and worried, he wouldn't have let Lucas do this.

But he isn't here, and failure isn't an option, and this made things easier. Lucas is getting low in resources, including sleeping gas and sedatives, and this was the only way to get them quiet enough for the first part of the process.

And, he thinks as the genitalia inside him starts pulsing inside, is a good way to both kill time and understand more about how the warden works.

Considering this, and that Lucas has always been one for unorthodox methods, he starts moving, watching how the warden's chest seem to glow more with it.

It can't reproduce, but something he has found out is that it still searches for contact and pleasure, as if the souls consumed want to remember the feeling. Sometimes it even talks to Lucas, in broken phrases and unstable voice, with a mouth that has forgotten that it is able to do more than bit.

Each time, the strain seems to do more to it, strengthen its soul and help it to have a more physical form, to be more conscious of its surroundings.

Right now, that means that every touch against it makes it groan, that it moves against the restrains not to kill but to feel more, that it let Lucas inspect it as much as he likes. It knows that obeying means release, that he will be able to fill him with sculk.

"You would love that, don't you?" he whines, hand reaching inside its mouth and letting the tongue surround his wrist. "You get the chance to grow, and protect me from the corruption, hmm?"

Of course, Lucas is going to get properly cleaned afterwards, not wanting to risk more than he already has, but it doesn't need to know or understand that.

The warden seems excited, though. It tries to thrust deeper into him and makes a disappointed sound when the metal stop it. Lucas learned how to after the first time it tried to escape, after the many hours of being roughly fucked against the floor. It left him aching and sore, unable to move long before it was satisfied, barely processing the situation enough to crawl outside the containment zone before the tranquilizers stop doing effect.

The memory sends a shiver towards his body. Despite the pain and knowing that he can't let it happen again, it was nice to able to turn off his brain for a few seconds.

This experiment, too, has been successful to help Lucas learn more about himself.

"You did well, it has been a great help," he tells it, mentally noting all the information that will be used to make the next strain. "You are a fascinating thing, you know that?"

He caresses the tongue that now has surrounded his arm, in awe to the length of it. Next time, maybe he should try to know how it feels inside.

Lucas moans at the thought, bouncing faster. His legs are already shaky with effort, but he can't stop now. Not when he is so close, not with the way every part of him is being rubbed, touched with a cold and sticky sensation that soon will be reaching further inside him.

He reaches inside the warden´s cavity, the souls inside almost seem to laugh at the mess he is, stranger faces contorted with fascination. The warden pulses inside, arching at it, and Lucas wishes that the ego strain was enough to let it talk, to tell him about how it feels have the very essence of one, its heart, be played with.

It doesn't take long for it to come, scream resonating in the room as Lucas is barely able to move to not get the full of the blast. The danger he just avoided, and the feeling of his insides long ago reshaped to be able to contain it, makes him cry and finish too.

He sobs while it keeps going, knowing that it will take a time before the last load finally hits. Lucas lays against it, and the gentle purr that it does is good compensation for the bones pinching his skin.

Protect... warmth... mate...

Lucas giggles. "Aww, that is sweet."

It almost pitiful what he will need to do after. After all, he needs a new and fresh sample to make sure the results are as accurate possible, and this one has been used a few times already.

As much as Lucas has grown to like this one, the cure is primordial above anything else. And the faster he is, the faster he can make sure Newt is safe.

So, he doesn't waste time when he finally gets out, ignoring the sculk dripping for his thighs and the confused sounds behind him.

Following this, the noise stops.