SpaceytheBee

Their hold was tight. As if they knew you’d bolt if given the chance.

Muscles nipped at your neck, sucking bruises into your skin without preamble. His big hands kneaded at your thighs. Warming you up for what was to come, that coil already winding low in your belly.

He wouldn’t allow you to press your legs shut, keeping you open for the cowboy’s wandering hands. You bit your lip. His fingers played with you, toyed. Sliding up and down.

Up… and down…

Breath hitching whenever he nearly dipped inside, or got close to rubbing where you were most sensitive. Without fail, he avoided doing either. Turning the heat in your belly into an ache you couldn't ignore.

But squirming—

Forced out a pained hiss, blunt, human teeth snapping into your skin. A tongue licked at the stinging bruise next.

Be good, the pain told you.

Even though you wanted to run some more. Try and get them to lose patience and fight over you like animals for once. They always worked together. Frustratingly patient even now.

God, the mere idea of them pouncing and taking—

Two fingers eased inside you. You gasped, instinctively clenched your legs together. Those big hands stopped you, digging into the meat of your inner thighs, wrapping over, under and—

You stifled a yelp, bare feet lifting from the forest ground, the sting left by gravel and sharp rocks long gone to the back of your mind. The cowboy wrapped his free arm around your waist. His fingers slowly dragged out and pressed back inside. You clenched uselessly around the intrusion, toes curling.

“You’ve been cruel, sweetheart,” he murmured against your ear, keeping that agonizingly slow pace up. “Playing with us like that,” The other creature pulled your legs further apart, preventing you from bucking into the teasing touch.

“Just returning the favor,” you said, too tense.

Muscles chuffed a laugh against you, leaning back with that sharp grin. He encouraged you to wrap one leg around him. With a swallow, you complied, heat flushing your skin as you pulled him a little closer. He reached, wrapping his fingers feather light around your throat. You froze, clamped down harder on the cowboy’s fingers.

In his eyes sat scrutiny as they roamed your face. Lingering on yours. You barely had time to see something in him snap, releasing your throat and—

Fabric dug into your ass, the front of your pants tearing to shreds under his claw and dropping in tatters to the ground. Your stomach flipped, a spike of adrenaline and thrill pouring through it.

They switched, the cowboy slipping free and grabbing hold of your thighs, looping his arms underneath. The bulkier creature sank to his knees before you. You managed to glimpse glittering eyes and a vicious grin—let out a startled moan as his tongue split you open. His palm flattened over your belly, pressing you firmly against the cowboy.

Who's hard length dug into your back. You tensed, remembering their intentions.

Muscles impatiently tugged his belt free single handedly, licking sloppily and rumbling against you, little shocks of electricity snapping over you when he brushed over your clit. His blown pupils burned into you, sharp nails raking a tad too roughly over your skin, goosebumps and pain following in their wake. You reached for purchase when that hand trailed down, pushing thick fingers inside you. Knocked the cowboy’s hat off to grasp at his hair, soft strands pulled taut.

“Easy, sweetheart,” the cowboy murmured beside your ear, shrugging your legs further apart. “We need to get you ready for us.”

The hold on his hair tightened as that wet tongue focussed on your clit, hectic movements turning smooth and slow. Lapping, lips wrapping around you as if to swallow you whole. His fingers scissored you open. Your head dropped back with a small moan at the stretch. At the way he looked up at you, eyes nearly rabid with hunger.

“One of you… could just… f-fuck my mouth.” It left you breathily, the pauses between words loud. A low quake began to settle in your thighs.

A third joined, stretching you further. You whimpered, tried to buck the best you could.

The cowboy chuckled, his chest shaking against you, lips pressing to your jaw. “Let’s see about that after we’re done with your pussy.” His thumb stroked over your skin, teeth tugging on an earlobe. Unbudging on their desire.

The fourth finger pushed inside, your walls already straining to accommodate them.

A sliver of fear snared around your neck, mixing into a heady mixture with the pleasure and thrill. The next brush of his tongue was more vivid, the coil tensing. And tensing, heat pushing over your loins and into trembling limbs. A soft cry left you, a wave of pleasure spilling over you, quick and too soon.

Back arching, eyes closing, mouth falling open at the influx of hormones. Quiet praise was pressed into the side of your neck.

There we go. So good for us. Eager little thing.

A growl of approval rumbling against you, the buff creature lapping more thoroughly, fingers keeping up their steady pace.

It pushed the electricity further up your body, limbs trembling in the cowboy’s grip. Then it fizzled, slowly ebbing away as senses snapped back. Too sensitive. You wriggled. Tried to dislodge the mouth still working at your bud, accidentally slipping free from his fingers with a wet noise.

Both of them moved with you, their amusement nearly tangible while preventing you from getting away.

“Thought you were feeling empty?” The cowboy whispered, throwing back the words you teased them with so often. Accompanied by near stripshows sometimes.

“—is nothing in me,” you gritted, tears pricking at your eyes, reaching and pulling at the offender’s hair. Knocking his cap off too. Purposely this time. It only made him chuckle, tongue licking one final stripe upwards, before releasing you fully with a wet sound.

You slumped in the cowboy’s grasp, head falling to his shoulder, chest heaving. Light numbness settling in your lower region.

Fabric shifted, clinking accompanying it. Chills trailed along your spine. Hot and cold. Afraid and excited. You swallowed hard as you were pressed forward, right into the other’s grasp. Shrugged closer until your chest was flush with a bared one, buttons opened in the short moment you had to recover. His grin sat in front of you, wetness still coating his lips. Your cheeks grew warmer.

You pressed your face into the crook of the bulky creature’s neck. Hands finding purchase on his chest, hairs tickling your slick palms.

A zipper opened behind you—

“S-still think this is a b-bad idea.”

You tested the bulky creature's hold, a trickle of fear squeezing at your organs when his length pressed to your belly. Twitching.

This wasn’t enough prep.

Four fingers, thick as they were, couldn’t prepare you for their combined girth—

Warm palms clasped around your hips, the cowboy’s front met your back. He bumped into your ass.

“That’s a shame.” His smile nestled into your neck. “You better relax, sweetheart. We aren’t in the mood to be gentle.”

They lifted you even higher, legs tugged wide apart.

Then you saw something, eyes snapping to the side—to the small crowd watching everything unfold. Distant enough to seem like they didn’t. All turned your way anyway.

Something close to shame flushed along your neck. An emotion they still hadn’t fully fucked out.

A blunt head slid past your lower lips, gathering wetness and startling a shaky exhale from you. You tried to relax your muscles as the second one settled against your hole. Heart thumping so loud, you feared it would break your ribcage.

There you were left, hovering over their cocks. For one breath. Two. Three. You bit your lip—

Muscle’s eyes widened, something raw and wild in them. His hips thrusted upwards. Nudged against you, filling you halfway as your body parted for him. He growled, nails digging into your thighs. Your mind lagged behind, processing being empty—

And then so full.

Pleasure twisted at your loins, hot and sharp.

You gasped in time with the snarl behind you. The cowboy’s head dipped over your shoulder. His eyes were on the other creature, teeth too sharp. The grip on your hips tightened. Clear challenge settled over the bulkier creature’s face, his grin growing.

It elevated the heady pleasure. They were fighting. Impatient.

A second cock pushing insistently against you. You jumped, flailed from the increasing pressure.

“Keep still.” The command came out wrong. Close to a growl. Uncharacteristic impatience in his movements.

His hips snapped up.

Hard.

Impossibly, your body split wider. Opened up for both of them.

Searing pain lanced through your lower body as he entered. Snug against his fellow creature. Air punched from your lungs, a scream stuck somewhere in your chest. Spasming to the point they dug their fingers deeper into you to keep you shackled. Your mouth sat open in a silent cry, vision blurring.

“Breathe,” the muscular creature said quietly, clasping your jaw gently. The third time you’d heard him speak now.

You tried, but your mind could only focus on the pain. The stretch. Dizziness streaked over your thoughts.

They nuzzled against you, nipping and purring. Whatever strife they had already gone.

“Breathe,” he repeated against your skin, even softer.

You inhaled sharply then, their chests reverberating while yours heaved. Sweat trickled down your temples. Thighs quaking in their grasp. With the next gentle nip, your body relaxed slightly. Enough. Grew wetter.

One pressed forward, up and up, barely getting deeper but overwhelming you worse than anything they’ve ever done. The other pulled back. Pushing back in as the other dragged himself out.

The pain didn’t lessen, even as you became even wetter. Entwined itself with the snaring coil in your navel.

They set a slow rhythm, growling and purring. Never left you empty. It made you sob, deep inside proud and horrified and so incredibly hot at being nothing but a fucktoy between them.

Legs wrapped around the bulky creature without input. Claws seared deep inside your hips when you tried to climb up. Away from the burning, painful, perfect stretch. You cried out.

“Next time you run, you better hope you can stay away.” The undertone was unhinged. Something darker. Ancient and malignant. It made you clench, fresh slick trickling along their lengths. The cowboy’s fingers snared around your throat. Squeezing. “Those pretty legs aren’t necessary to live.”

Pressure built in your head in time with your core. Blood pulsing in your ears. Their hips moving faster, hitting deeper. You would’ve laughed if you could, but only croaked pathetically. Watched how your big guy’s face contorted between snarl and grin. Human and monster.

You won.

The coil strung tighter. Heat washing over your core.

They lost their patience.

Muscles trembled, walls stretched beyond their limit, aching wonderfully awfully.

Threatened you.

When nails snagged on your thighs, pain and hot blood beading along your skin—

The coil snapped, light bursting behind your eyes. Fizzling the trees out, the faces watching from between. The hold on your throat vanished. You heaved a deep, shuddering breath, and let it out in a cry that could only be described as wounded.

Walls clamped down so hard, they stopped moving. One halfway inside, the other’s head the only part still nestled within.

You stared up at the stars above, cried out to them until your voice turned hoarse. Collapsed. Pulse thudding loudly, body shaking. Your damp forehead pressed to a muscular chest, fingers clawing into a broad back.

“I…” you began, after calming a little, panting, “won.”

They remained quiet. Almost as if contemplating.

“Won…” They chuckled in time, not entirely human. “Sweetheart,” it was said as a reprimand, “still playing games?”

Their pace started again, one cock twitching. The drag was worse now, making you clench your teeth.

“I think we know which game…”

The grin was audible in his voice. That soulless thing that spoke of horrors your human mind couldn’t conceive. A head nuzzled against you with a chuff.

“We’ll make it more beastly for you then.”

The laughter afterwards was conspiratorially. Shared by the bigger crowd.

With the next swipe of gentle claws along your side—

● Observation is part of the hunt. Perhaps even the most important aspect of handling prey. It serves the purpose of gathering weaknesses, yes, but also instills discomfort and a sense of hopelessness in the humans. And that was the most delicious part. How they all believed they were safe, but still fell victim to fear at their sheer presence.

● Anything that stands out is noted almost immediately. And you? You behave differently. They sense an anxious air about you. You are quite eager to keep them out with how much you check your windows and doors. It wasn’t the oddest thing to do. Plenty humans had spiralled into paranoid habits under the weight of this place.

● But the habitual, repetitive checking isn’t isolated to locks—it’s in other things too. The way you align objects in a specific manner. Or how you repeat certain actions until you seem satisfied.

● And it begins to dawn this isn’t simple paranoia. You have something different going on that they can mess with. Because the stronger your anxiety, the more you scurry around trying to fix those fears.

● They begin knocking more often at your windows, getting a kick out of how it has you buzzing around like a fly. A fly that tries to pretend it isn’t hurried and afraid. Calling out to you with reassurances that drip with falsety to needle at you.

● Then… you answer back. It seems to them another manner to gather control over your fear. The most foolish one of them all. It takes time, but you open up to them. Ironic considering how they’ve been fueling these ticks of yours to the point you seem to fall apart at the seams. Your spirit’s spilling out before your blood. Not enough to keep you without hope. No. That last bit of hope will be crushed under their ripping claws. A perfect, delicious end.

● And as they get to know you better, the more well-spoken creatures find you harbor a lot of worries in your head. Obsessions and compulsions. So strong, so vivid that they don’t need to do much to fuel them. Your brain does it for them.

● But… in their focus on your terror, they slipped up a little. Allowed conversations to veer into topics too personal. Then comes the tiniest reduction in your insistent checking. As if you too felt the change and those intrusive thoughts and images you spoke of had lessened a smidge.

● It leaves them at a conundrum. Stress is obviously unhealthy for any human, but you are drowning in it. And they are to blame. None of them can say otherwise.

● As they figure out what to do with you, your compulsions worsen again. They have tied your fear so intimately with themselves that any behavioral changes spikes your stress. Normally they’d have found that amusing. Now… not so much.

● So they approach anew. This time with the intent to try and lessen your anxiety.

● Strangely, it’s the Milkman that calms you down quite well. His overall appearance isn’t too threatening and he mostly shows curiosity to anything you do and are willing to share.

● With his lack of talking, you’re left with a quiet audience that manages to distract you. A sounding board that shows his opinion mostly by head tilts.

● By now he understands your repetitive behavior becomes only worse if you actively participate in them. It isn’t even really them causing this paranoia as initially believed. So he does try to distract you by other means if it’s getting bad. Insistent knocking, little circus acts, and generally being what you call a troll.

● He does so like startling you by appearing quietly when you least expect it. It likely doesn’t help their plight much while you consider him a threat still, but it has desensitized you plenty. That is, perhaps, worth something.

● It is obvious you lean more to tolerating a creature like him, precisely because he doesn’t act either too threatening, nor too human. Inhuman, but seemingly less monstrous.

● The sullenness of his brethren at that observation amuses him to no end.

● See, Jasmine is pretty good at imitating humans. She thinks that should help settle your anxiety. It does the opposite instead. Her uncanny resemblance to humanity shows you only that she is a greater threat.

● That does touch a prideful part of her. But currently, being perceived in such a manner is pretty inconvenient. You watch her with distrust. You find her harder to read. Her lies and truths blending together seamlessly.

● And now she can’t seem to change your mind about her. Her earlier sadistic games to fuel your out of control imagination ruining your view of her.

● It doesn’t make her sulk. The sloppiness in her next kill isn't because of that. She simply needs time. And time is here aplenty. You won’t be going anywhere either. She’ll help you change your mind about her and then she can work on that anxious mind lurking behind a calm veneer.

● Most Creatures are neither on the level of the Milkman, nor Jasmine’s. They look more threatening, show less charm, or have actively threatened you and agitated you in the past. Take the Handbag lady. She can speak well, but doesn’t bother to hide her inhumanity.

● She, like many others, mostly acts like nothing really happened. Apologizing by means of leaving precious gifts, because their words won’t mean anything to you.

● Some may call it groveling. She thinks it’s reasonable to try and make up for the additional stress they gave you, even if it was expected they would do so. Though, she does still find your fluttering amusing. Until she remembers how unhealthy this is for you. Stress is a silent killer, she’s heard humans say in passing and she knows it to be true.

● It is quite vexing to be so taken by such an anxious little thing. But unlike Jasmine, she has no trouble trying to get you to open up more about ways to deal with these… obsessions and compulsions. You don’t truly trust her. That will change.

● For now, they have a gap of their own making to bridge. A larger one than that they knew. Those obsessions aren’t exactly because of them. They existed before, and she is sure they will keep existing. You’ll remain a fluttering butterfly, and she isn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge.

● If anyone ever told you the Creatures—the monsters that haunted everyone at night, who tortured and killed without remorse—craved affection, you’d have called them insane.

● With your shitty luck, you managed to find out this insanity was in fact true, and only because that need began to center around you. All you really did was talk with them and now you were apparently in charge of keeping them in check. Not that they really listened to you, but your self-appointed duty had its benefits, you guessed.

● Living in a cave may not exactly be one of them though… At some point your escape attempts were less about actually leaving as simply getting some fresh air. There were moments you escaped back to an actual darn house, because you missed warm showers, a real bed and company that didn’t play mind games half the time. Or all the time or quarter time, you weren’t even sure.

● Needless to say, you left their company some times. Keeping your distance if you are pissed. Or merely to bully them a little.

With some consequences…

● Absence makes the heart grow fonder, is a saying humans use. The Cowboy isn’t sure he agrees. He has been watching the house for a while now. Your silhouette moves beyond the curtain, preparing for bed. Close and impossible to reach all at once. You won't even speak to them.

● It's fascinating and amusing to him. Infuriating the longer it goes on. You already accepted being theirs. There’s no backtracking there, sweetheart. But he’ll let you play your little game. It will end with their victory eventually.

● As days pass and you seem to foolishly want to reconnect with your fellow humans, the amusement begins to grow stale. He hears your laughter directed at them and remains close. Can’t stop himself from listening. He wishes he could see your expression. Touch the lips that spilled such a sweet sound.

● Your scent quickly returns to the house you choose to inhabit. He unconsciously tracks it in the night, longing to press his nose against the source. And you were quite aware leaving a clothing article outside was an active lure to him and his brethren. It tasted like the mildest cruelty offered. A tease. Tantalising.

● His attention returns to you beyond that fragile window. Your silhouette hugs someone goodbye. A touch that shouldn’t be given so freely, sweetheart. He might make your little friend give it up by other means as those moments belonged to him.

● The nights feel more alone. The light clicks off and your bed creaks as you lay down. A feeling he’d almost describe as… worry makes itself known the longer you stay away. The clothing articles and gifts you leave behind are the only sign you still see them. That this is a game and maybe he is losing if you keep repeating the same actions.

● So then… you want to be hunted. Maybe he should've known. You had tried to get him to chase you around before. Perhaps then, you had gotten bored. The cave wasn't the most exhilarating of a place. Especially not for a human.

● You want entertainment. And when he approaches you, not as a partner seeking to return you to his side, but as a creature, you finally respond again. He can smell it now. You want him to lure you out. Want him to play the aggressor who’d brutally take what he desires once he has you.

● It excites him a lot. If the windowsill was any lower, you’d have seen. Not that he particularly cares. Because there you are, standing before him. Your smile in place, mischief in your eyes. Only the thin sheet of glass ruins some of it. Prevents him from pressing into your warmth. He wants to mold you two together and hear that sweet laughter some more.

● If he first needs to be a hunter and remind you of your place, he will, but having you close, having your fingers stroking his hair when waking will be far sweeter still.

● He wants your sentimentality back. Your little ramblings of topics he can't fully follow as they belong to the world outside. He has a taste of it from beyond the window, but you won’t be there when he returns to the cave, nor when he wakes up.

● Seeing you fluff your pillow up and moving the blanket to your liking, leaves him with a desire to have that there with him, hidden deep and safe in his home. You might not like the comparison, but humans could be so alike to animals. What you were doing was practically nesting. And you did it unbothered that the danger watched.

● Being invited, or better yet, expected in that soft haven of yours was more valuable than the game you chose to offer.

Games, chases, laughter and absence… You want to play him as a flute? He’ll simply break the little mouth trying.

● The Tough guy often perceived you as a enigma. A puzzle that, like many humans, said one thing but meant the other. Emotions tended to clash with what they really wanted. Ingrained rules of morality rearing their head when what you wanted resolved around him and his brethren.

● But you still chose them. That choice hadn’t always been fair, but you went along to the point you let them touch you, take you, feed you. He was no exception. That resistance had been satisfying to break through, bouts of fall backs becoming rare. That need to prove you were better by rejecting them only to give in so easily had him purr to no end.

● And while that had been the one thing he had enjoyed most at first, things changed. Your prolonged absence left a cavern within the actual cavern he called home.

● He misses your voice. The random things you sometimes spouted. Especially when sleep deprived. Now he walks around the tunnels and catches himself searching for you, listening for your voice or breath. The whistling, singing or humming he hadn’t known impacted him so much.

● The sights that accompany your humming were even better. Distracted and lost in something you usually enjoy. Fussing, busy and in your element. It makes something within him go quiet. Desiring to sneak up behind you and gently bump into you.

● He even longs for your glare. The grumpy berating for never speaking or for giving you something bloody. That playful anger that had his shoulders lower and his smile soften into something less vicious.

● The nights he presses close to your window now are the worst. He hears everything he misses with no way to really get you. Like an animal hidden in its shell, you’ve retreated to your former habitat. Only leaving personal items behind as if to court him and the others.

● To a certain extent, he understands. The cave was dark, cold and damp. Not the best place for a human. They did try to meet your needs, but he sees the way you cling to other humans now. You long for a warmth he and his can’t provide.

● But you’ll return, he is sure. You couldn't avoid the emotions. The glances your silhouette shot his way were evidence enough.

● When you do, he’ll press his face to your neck to feel your throat reverberate against him as you talk, grumble and scream. After, he knows your arms will be around him, keeping him just as close as he wants to be to you. Your naked form pressing close. That will be what makes the cavern home now. You.

● Because only you would hold him like he was precious. The only human who didn’t need to fear them. Who didn’t push and claw to get away, but would even wrap around him if he turned his back your way. It silences the gnawing hunger in the empty pit of his stomach.

Familiarity, trust, absence and your voice… Those are the things he craves around him in the dark. Don’t make him get it back.

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Admittedly, this was a strange pair to see working together so closely. It has been easy to underestimate them because of that. The silent one distracted you with his sheer presence and the yapper caught you as you backtracked.

How does that work?

Now they switched roles again. The bulky creature rumbled that bone trembling purr against your throat, nudging closer. The cowboy held your back to his chest. Firmly. Quietly. With none of the smartassery you had expected after losing the game.

You were surprised by your own lack of comments too, heart still coming down from its spike. You had forgotten what it felt like to be chased by them. What the feral edge in their smile did to you after only seeing the mildest form of it from behind a window. The near impatience of the bulky monsters steps having you stumble back gracelessly.

His rumbling was neither soothing nor did it agitate you. It kept you in the knowledge you were captured after staying away for what? Two weeks? Three?

Longer than ever despite leaving the window open a crack to see if they’d notice. Closing it in time when they did and throwing them a shit eating grin as you shut it in their face.

How no one else noticed that particular madness, you weren’t sure, but it suited you fine.

“Well… You got me. Pretty sad, huh?” You couldn't quite stop a smirk as the rumbling and nuzzling stilled as you spoke. As if they wanted to hear every word. “I should do better next time.”

Their hold tightened. Not by much, but enough that heat flushed down your body. The two creatures pulled back a little to make eye contact with each other. The smile that stretched over your big guy’s face had that primal part of your brain tremble again. Jittering about danger, danger, danger—

The cowboy’s hand slid to your front, inching low enough to skirt inappropriate. Fingers splayed as if to lay claim on the organs beneath.

“Hm…” The hum was contemplative, raising your hairs. “Maybe we’d both fit inside.”

Your heart skipped a beat, dropped and sped back up. “What?”

“We’ve missed you, sweetheart. We can’t choose who’ll get you first.” His words were playful, but you almost tasted the honesty. You squirmed, tested their hold. They didn't budge, the bulky creature's smile ticking up at your tug on his wrist.

“Plenty of me a-around, no need for a, uh, tight stretch,” you joked, laughing too high and loud. “We can just cuddle?”

They both chuckled, chests moving against you. Big guy pulled you up a little higher, nearly lifting you off your feet. The cowboy sliding his hands to places that made you yelp and clamp your legs together.

“Be good for us,” he murmured beside your ear, something softer in it that got close to reassuring you. “We won’t break you.”

Trust us.

And with those strong holds on you—unmoving and unyielding—you weren’t sure whether you’d made a mistake or not. You’d know by the end when they’d wind their limbs around your sorry, sore ass. Not right now when you still had your role to play;