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Kit Marlowe Henry Creel (001/Mr Whatsit/Vecna)

"Ah, sweetheart... Wake up. We have to leave... There are terrible, terrible monsters coming for you..."

Your eyes were still shut, but you were no longer asleep. That juncture, that moment of transition when your mind, engulfed by images of dreams, leaps back to consciousness. Dreams had always been an incursion into something, something buried inside of you that, like a mole, had tried blindly to crawl to the surface.

Your eyes were still closed. A cool breeze brushed your skin, gradually waking you. The window? You must've forgotten to close it when you fell asleep, and now, in the dead of night, your ears perked. You heard it at first, faint, muffled, the sound of ticking.

Tik... tak... tik...

The more your ears focused on it, the clearer the ticking. It matched the pace of your own heart to the point you could no longer distinguish the two.

Was it the clock ticking or your own heart?

Then a different sound. A twig creaking as the breeze reached it. The very same breeze protruded through the slit of the open window. It made your skin form goosebumps. It was colder now than a few moments ago.

Inhale...

A deep breath.

Your eyes still shut, trying to regain sleep. Sleep. You chanted to yourself that it was too early to open your eyes, and if you had, you'd not be able to fall asleep again.

The twig creaked again, and a stronger freeze made its leaves ruffle. The chill worsened, and then, as if due, the twig persisted in creaking and bending under the wind, which picked up in pace. The rustling grew louder too, and you suspected a storm would be starting soon. A swish of enraged leaves.

That had to be it.

That was why your body startled you awake.

A flash of light whitened the black beneath your eyelids, and a loud clap of thunder resounded next with the magnitude of an earthquake of the clouds.

Then the pitter-patter. Drippy tiny water missiles that began assaulting the surroundings and among the victims, your window.

"Ah, you're awake, sweetheart."

Your eyes opened, heart pounding, darting around.

You lived alone.

You had always lived alone. Your chest felt heavy, your mind hazy. With your eyes still blurry from sleep, your hand reached habitually for the switch, and when you flipped it on...

Nothing.

The window was shut, the trees were motionless... There was no breeze, no water droplets, no storm. No person who could have spoken those words. And yet you felt as if you hadn't slept. Your body was weary, heavy, drained.

You rubbed your eyes, rising to the edge of the bed, feet planted on the carpet. Your toes wiggled into the slight fur, comforting yourself in the soothing familiarity of the surface.

Home...

Home.

And yet, you felt home a moment ago too. Just as home as you feel now.

You rubbed your eyes again, "I need to be careful what I eat before going to bed." You rose up, and as you stood, you couldn't shake the memory of the house from a moment ago. How could it feel so real if it had been a dream? How could it feel so familiar if it was your house? Was it a friend's house? No. Your eyes had been closed, but the sensation felt so homey... if only you would've opened your eyes and seen the furniture. Maybe you could've recognised it. Who owned the home you had been in only moments prior?

"That was not your house, sweetheart... Not yet. But the monsters are coming... It will become your home. Safe from the monsters, lurking."

You turned around sharply.

Behind you, next to your bed, was a gentleman. He was familiar... you've seen him. That very night. What a long night it was... how many dreams you had.

"Not yet, sweetheart. There is no time to dwell on those thoughts now..."

"I know you. I've seen you..." you couldn't put it in a better way than that. You've never met this man before, and yet he had been in your dreams that night. You had lived a whole life within the span of a few hours... The gentleman in white.

The orderly.

"Henry."

The spiffy figure's lips curled in a smile.

Your confusion worsened. Your mind was grappling with this realisation. That despite never having met this man in your life, somehow you had dreamed months together in a single night. You knew him, everything about him, without having ever known who he was.

"And you are Y/N. We must go... Do you remember what I always taught you with? I know your mind... it must be foggy... but you have to believe me."

Henry took his hat off, holding it in front of his chest and bowing slightly to you. His free hand closed in the distance, but he stopped, hesitating.

"You must be so... so confused. But... you believe me. Right? Terrible monsters are coming. We have to go..." "No wait. Henry, give me a second. I just woke up, and I'm... what are you saying? Please. Sit down. Don't talk in riddles with me; I'm too groggy for that.

Henry seemed to be rushing, but at your request, he sat down on the edge of your bed, knees close together, elbows resting on them as he glanced at you.

"I asked you before to trust me..." Henry began again, comforting little smile pointed at you. "And you have to trust me now, sweetheart. I am here to save you." "I know you, but I don't know you, Henry. Maybe we should start with that?" "I..." Henry gulped, visibly embarrassed, eyes glued down to his hat, fingers anxiously picking at the rim. "I will tell you."

You studied him. His mannerisms. It was Henry and yet it was a version of him you couldn't recount from the dreams.

"After I showed you the gift I have, and you put your trust in me, I failed you."

His nails stopped scraping the rim of the hat. Henry exhaled deeply.

"There was... an incident. Someone else with a gift like my own, sweetheart. I managed to deal with all but... this one. I... I will not go on much longer; the details would only confuse you more, but I was defeated. It must've been the wave of this friction that affected your mind."

He leaned in, still hesitant, but this time he cradled your head in his palm.

"All you knew... our experience together became locked. In this prison right here." Henry traced your forehead tenderly with his thumb. "And an opaque seal had veiled your memory of me. An abandoned box in an attic which I merely brought back to light." "How did you return if you were defeated? Are you hurt? Henry-" "No... and yes. You see... that bad, bad girl... the one who defeated me... she thought I'd never return. But I was stronger... and I made my way back. She doesn't know yet; she doesn't... wouldn't... and never will understand this gift, but you, sweetheart. You do. You must come with me."

"You told me that the monsters are coming..."

Henry nodded, putting on a worried look, so believable that you scooted closer to him and he draped his arm around you for comfort.

"When that little lady did what she did... " Maybe you didn't have to know more than that. The less you knew for now, the better. "She threw me in a place from where terrible, terrible monsters come. And I know these monsters escaped. And they are coming here..."

You were nervous, but Henry squeezed your hand.

"Now?" "Yes. But the monsters will not be here yet. I... I had to meet you tonight. The time... was too short for a better remembrance." "No, no. I understand. I believe you, dear. Everyone wanted to hurt us back in the lab... you taught me not to put fear first, but to believe in you, because you will liberate us from it."

Henry nodded.

"Are we leaving in the morning?" "We will... I came tonight because I had to unveil the cloak from your memories." "How did you do that?"

Henry smiled again, his hand sliding from the side of your head to your cheek and jaw. "When I was in that place... I learnt how to do many things, sweetheart. But there is still something which we should do. To... assure ourselves that your memory had been fully recovered."

There was a seriousness in Henry's voice that made what he said sound necessary. Mandatory even.

"It would be recommended... that you allow me to touch you. I know. I know. It's scandalous. And your memory is still so foggy, but my touch will make it all clear. Here... permit me."

He leaned in, nervously. Henry stopped right before his lips could touch yours, hesitated, then instead of your lips, he kissed a spot beneath your left ear, making your back arch. A specific soft spot, erogenously inclined, that always made your body react blissfully.

"How did you know..." "This one was just a hunch."

Henry continued kissing, lower across your neck, to your clavicle, lips trailing across the bone to your shoulder, and then the other, then reaching his kisses slightly to your back, pushing himself to slightly hover over you. Then he rode up your ear with the kisses again.

"I was so terribly scared, sweetheart. I didn't know what came of you... if you survived. I was so frightened..."

His honeyed voice sounded truthful to your ears.

Especially with the memories flooding back.

But was Henry really honest? Had he ever been honest with you?

"Here, sweetheart. I can finally be with you again...."

Henry kicked his shoes off and climbed into bed, pulling you into his chest so that your back was resting against him. His legs opened, and yours did too, and his hand began stroking your sides, kneading the flesh as his head came to rest against the back of your shoulder.

"You smell good, sweetheart. Do you remember? In the lab you always told me how awful that sterile smell was. How... appalling..." Henry's hand went to the hem of your shirt, sliding underneath to feel your breasts.

Waking you from sleep meant the likelihood of finding a bra on his way was minimal, and he was glad to be right. His thumb grazed around your nipple, his lips applying hot kisses at the back of your shoulder, the chill sensation of his glasses' temples prickling the side of your neck.

He felt the shiver and grinned against your shoulder, kissing it again.

"We cannot do much tonight, sweetheart, but I can make you feel good. You trust me, I know you do. Just let go... let me take care of-" "You smell good too. Is that... [Favourite fragrance] How did you know it was my favourite?"

"...Another hunch," Henry smirked teasingly, but you couldn't turn back to see the reaction on his face. "We have similar preferences, sweetheart. Your mind is a part of mine. Remember? I only had to come back and rekindle that. But too much talk... shhh. Close your eyes now."

His hand slid lower, to your stomach and thighs, playing with his nails on the fabric, causing you to grow aroused by the second, to demand more. Your hips arched, but Henry continued, patiently teasing you until he heard you wince.

Then his hand slipped inside your pyjama shorts, middle finger brushing against your panties, feeling them damp under his soothing touch. His lips still on your shoulder and neck became needier too, nipping the spots and suckling softly before releasing the skin with a slight pop, adorning your shoulder with the marking of his hickey.

His finger slipped beneath the panties, middle and ring finger prodding your hole, feeling your slick coating his fingers. You mewled, ready to take his fingers, but it wasn't enough. Henry felt that your hole needed a little more lubrication, so he pulled his hand out of your shorts and brought his fingers to your mouth.

"Sweetheart, open your mouth for me..."

He made you suck on his fingers, the sight so erotic and suggestive his own trousers felt tight. Yet he wanted to focus on you. He brought his fingers back underneath the panties, this time easing his two fingers inside you and thrusting them gently.

At first slow, until you warmed up, "That's it, sweetheart... this area... your pelvis... Let loose... good." His fingers picked up the pace. "Relax... relax, sweetheart. You're becoming tense. Keep loose... let your weight on me... all of it... let that mind free... don't brace it. Let go... let me take over."

Henry's words were less and less in your ears and more so in your mind, your entire body becoming familiar with this sensation of complete surrender to him. His fingers continued working inside you, the heel of his palm working to tease your clit at the same time.

His other arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you snug into him as he felt your orgasm closing in, building up around his finger.

"I'm..." "Shhh... let it all go..."

And you did.

Your mind once more surrendered to him, to the blissful sensation of your cunt throbbing and squeezing around his fingers, satisfied and yet aching for more.

But more wouldn't come tonight.

Henry helped you gradually come down your climax before taking his fingers out and licking them clean. He let your body rest against his, your embrace enough to soften him up just enough so he would return it.

"I... I missed you. Even though I couldn't remember you. I missed you. I always felt... Something was missing." "It was never missing. It was right there, sweetheart. In the unconscious... It had always been there..."

You smiled.

Your smart, brilliant, Henry. You let yourself doze off in his arms, knowing there was a lot to catch up on the next day. But for now... you could rest. You were safe. If anyone could keep you safe, that was Henry.

Henry sighed.

His soft expression relaxed, in his usual more rougher one, with sharper edges and less honeyed hints. His brow furrowed, his cheeks relaxed... and he let a deep exhale leave his lungs.

How gullible... He almost felt bad.

He almost felt bad for doing this to you.

These false memories that he planted in your mind...

It was a shame it wanted you. The Mind Flayer... It had instructed him to bring you. Henry Creel had always been serving this duty on his own, but this time he was pushed to bring over another... you.

Why you? Hm.

At the very least... you were so willing to believe him, so unlikely to put up any opposition to the infestation of your mind that he could perhaps accept it. Henry Creel could make peace with knowing that, for the time being, to achieve the true natural order... he would have to be seconded by you.

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It was due to an unforeseen situation that your servant was gone for the time. The man's duty was to keep to the estate's fireplaces, but he left for a while, on an announced leave, to attend the marriage of his sister.

The Colonel, being a good-hearted man, gave the servant a longer leave and paid for a wedding gift and for a horse to take the man home. As always, the Colonel put others ahead of himself, and you could only be glad to see how caring he was. You saw men around yourself, but all faded in comparison to Brandon, none able to be as tender and thoughtful, well-read and respectable as him.

And above all, with a financial situation that permitted you to live most comfortably. Even the Colonel's servants were paid generously, given time for themselves when needed, and never complained of the head of the house.

But now, with the servant gone and Colonel temporarily away, you desired to become an aid to the remaining servants and put on the fire with them.

The maids insisted there was no need, "Mrs Brandon, I implore you to spare your delicate hands from the rough bark, lest they be marred by such coarse labour." or "Pray, lady, desist! I fear you shall sustain a burn; the fire is quite formidable, and the Colonel would be excessively distressed to find you in such peril."

But you were stubborn and, as the servants had predicted, upon feeding the flame, it flurried and touched your hand. Even though you pulled it out of their way, the flame was swifter and had managed to make your skin ache. You sat by the fireplace in your room, glancing at your hand. The rush masked the pain. But then, as you watched the skin, a gurgling, piercing pain started trickling almost underneath it.

You hissed. Good thing the other servants were not here. Only their scolding was at the back of your mind.

The pain had managed to pull you out of the momentary confusion. What was there to do? Cool water... but then the servants would know. They would be concerned and make an unnecessary fuss of it.

There must be cool water to aid yourself at the well in the garden.

So you went to the door when it opened timidly.

"My darling, I feared for a moment you might have retired for the evening; the estate seemed quite unnervingly still." His eyes timidly found yours, and a soft smile formed on the Colonel's features. "I must beg your pardon for this intrusion; I only hope I have not disturbed your rest."

"Oh, not at all. I was merely on my way to the garden. I did not expect that you should return so soon."

"The garden? Ah, indeed. You may have noticed I have brought a few more exotic species, though they have taken quite well to our soil, thank-" The Colonel's eyes, despite their soft contempt, were quick to notice the discomfort in yours and instinctively he searched the cause.

Your hand.

The burn was small, but he knew you as he did the icon of a saint, and thus the brighter marking caught his attention. He lifted your palm, carefully to avoid touching the sore spot, judging by the hue that it must have just happened. The garden?... the well.

He didn't make a fuss. He didn't cause any ruckus. He nodded thoughtfully, understanding at once and following you to the well. There were hardly any words spoken as he concentrated his focus on pouring droplets of cool water on your burn and watching your grimaces, trying to estimate the pain, if he should ride for a doctor. He would have... but the burn didn't seem severe, only painful, and he already knew you didn't like to alert the entire estate for something you deemed minor.

"Are you angry because I have been injured?"

The Colonel raised his head, confused at the question. You were hurt, in pain. Why would he be the one harmed when you were suffering? His brow furrowed, and he continued pouring water over the marking, "I... you must forgive me, for I cannot fathom why I should feel anger." "Because I have hurt myself." "That provides no cause for me to be angered. It is merely concern and worry that I feel, my love; nothing more." "You are a good man..."

The Colonel's palm was large enough that yours seemed to pale in comparison. He held yours in his, brushing the unmarked skin, trying to use the light pressure to soothe you, guide your mind away from the pain.

"How much pain does it cause you, my dear?" "I... I do not feel it at all."

The Colonel's lips tugged in a small smile. "Then you must be of a stronger constitution than I, for I should certainly have winced at such a thing." He wouldn't have. He was used to so much worse, but he knew the comment would make you smile. And he was right.

"You arrived at the perfect moment." "Indeed; had I been a minute later, I should have missed you entirely. How downcast I would have been to seek you in our chambers and find you absent." "But you would have searched the garden."

The Colonel nodded, putting aside the cup he used to pour water on your burn. He scanned the surface, which reddened but not blistered. It would sting for a few days... but there was little more he could do now. He would ride out to the doctor... but not to your knowledge. He'd use a herbal aid without alerting you of its source. For now, it was sufficient that he should keep his calm. It was under control, as all should be.

"I should have; it is the garden I would have inspected first. Yet, by the time I discovered you, you might have successfully concealed your injury." "Is that such a bad thing, my Colonel?"

He nodded, leaning down and placing a kiss on your knuckles, away from the sore spot.

"It is my solemn duty to look after you. I do not wish for you to hide any suffering from me; I desire only to care for you, as any husband ought to care for his beloved wife."

"No, sweetheart."  

001's shoe pressed confidently against the tiling, causing an echoing sound that made your blood freeze. Each step, calm and calculated, chilling.

A thud.

Another.

Nothing but the silence pierced by the sound of his shoes.

The air was heavy, dizzying. In your ears, a subtle ringing, but insistent, a forewarning, matching the pace of your heart.

"Don't do that. You... know better than to do that, sweetheart."

Henry's head cocked to the side so slowly that you couldn't tell if he was taking his time or time itself had stalled. You didn't even realise your feet were working against you, causing you to back with each step 001 took forward, closer to you.

"What's wrong?" 001 furrowed his brow, every muscle in his face tense, his eyes locked on you. Behind them, nothing you could discern, nothing but that radiant otherworldy blue hue that bore through you. "You are not afraid of me, are you? Why are you trying to leave, sweetheart, hm? Answer me."

But you couldn't. The words were stuck in your throat. What was there to be said when you witnessed the orderly fling someone across the room with a mere wave of his hand? His pristine white orderly uniform was stained here and there with prickles of red. Unfortunately, you could've guessed the origin of the crimson liquid even if you hadn't just witnessed 001's show of strength.

"What have you done?"

001 drew back, offended, his head cocked to the side still, before he leaned in closer, conspicuously close to you.

"What have I... done? Sweetheart... you don't remember him? He is the one who dared to..." "And you killed him?"

001 scoffed.

Why did it matter? The punishment was fit for the offence. That man, a few weeks prior, had dared to act indecently with ludicrous intentions in mind. And now, he was permanently dealt with. Was that not a good deed, if anything? He spared the lab and world of another pest who only sought a body to conquer. He was insignificant, a nuisance that had to be disposed of, and he had done just that. Perhaps, it made sense. At first, you'd not understand his pursuit, but you'll get used to it. You'll learn.

He will teach you.

001 had to remind himself that you, even though you understood him to an extent, still had your mind plagued and corroded by the ideals and desires that those pests bore, and he had to unteach you. To show you the truth of his path. So the tension in him eased, his lips relaxed in a smile, and his hand came to your cheek. Despite what you had seen, his hand was not any different from the hand you were used to, from the hand which caressed you time and time again.

It was the same delicate texture, the same slightly cool skin that stroked your cheek.

"I understand, sweetheart. It is all so... so new to you... You are only starting to see it now. But I will take care. I will make you understand the world the way it should be understood. It will be scary at first... unlearning... it is always scary." "What are you talking about?" "Shhh... Don't question it now. Back when I saw the truth, I was alone. But you have me, sweetheart. You should be grateful. In this new, better world... with the right order..." "You need to stop this." "No... No, sweetheart, don't oppose it. Don't you trust me?" "I do! I... I did. But I just saw you..."

"No. What you saw... it was necessary. I showed you that fear... is not something that should rule you anymore. It was fear all along that made us hide, was it not? This fear... of what? Of him?" 001 pointed at the man splattered on the floor a fair distance away from you. "No. You were not afraid of him, but of what he represented. The hierarchy, it can all fade away, but you have to let go of everything you have up here," the index of his right hand pressed lightly against your forehead. "And let me show you the true nature of this world. Accept this gift... and you won't have to feel fear, frustration, pain... nothing of the kind."

"This can't be." "But it can... You saw the proof before your eyes. What I can do... is it not proof of a gift? A gift I can offer you."

001 saw you were hesitant.

He didn't like that you had to think about it; after all, did he not prove his loyalty to you? He could have taken his revenge for your punishment, but he chose to allow it, and now you were hesitant. A soft displeased grunt left his throat, and the noise, in sheer contrast to the room's stillness, made you nod.

"I accept it."

There was worry in your voice, concern, as if you said it only to please 001. The man dreaded that, the fact you felt you had to say something for his sake. The orderly wanted you to be eager to join him. Eager to share his vision and be by his side. You were lucky. You were different and had the potential the others in this lab lacked, and more than that, you were the one person he would have done anything for.

"Is it fear that makes you accept it?" 001 lifted you slightly off the ground, his hand making you levitate until your feet no longer touched the tiled floor. "Hm, sweetheart? No... It's not fear that should rule you. Accept it because you believe in me, and my cause. It must become our cause."

"I mean it, I accept it..." "And yet, I still sense fear in you, sweetheart. This... power can be used for good."

001 got an idea, bringing you closer and keeping you still with his powers. He leaned into your ear, speaking barely above a whisper.

"Allow me to prove it to you, sweetheart."

001 shoved you back into the wall with his powers. He wasn't as rough as he could have been, merely using this chance to display a figment of what he could do. With you stuck against the wall with his powers, he approached, his eyes trailing predatorily from your eyes, lower to your body, taking in everything now that you were at the mercy of his power. From your lips to your neck, shoulders, chest and below, nothing escaped 001, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Do you... understand now, sweetheart? No... no. I am getting ahead of myself. We've merely begun."

He held you still against the wall, his hand looming over your shirt, playing teasingly with the fabric, slowly, gently lifting it. It was enough for his hand to sneak underneath and feel the contours of your skin, far warmer than his own. The contrast of heat made a soft, curious hum leave his lips as his hand rode up underneath your shirt, the fabric rising too with the motion, revealing your abdomen. But as tempting as that was, 001 wasn't looking at the revealed skin.

His eyes were locked on yours, learning every reaction, as minimal as it was; each arch, each wince, all had a display on your features, and 001 needed to memorise them. The soft quiver in your lips, the hue in your cheeks, the soft squeeze of your eyes shut.

The man exhaled.

He removed his hand with a displeased grunt. Your shirt was slowing him down, distracting him, so he lowered you with his powers, just enough so he could personally tug it off your shoulders and discard it on the floor, before stunning you again.

"Does he bother you, sweetheart?" 001 asked, his hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and remove it too, calm. Imperturbable. Unphased by the sight of your breasts, which before would have humbled him to his knees. He was in control now, your body his to play with.

His finger curled and came to rest underneath your chin, holding your head up to face him.

"Who?"

001 nodded. The orderly liked this answer better.

"That pest. The sight... It had upset you before, sweetheart. I am glad... You're no longer focused on what isn't important."

You remembered the dead body in the corner of the room, which had left your mind in such a swift way once 001 began to play with you. After all, like all beings, when you were the target, your mind would become selfish and seek its own survival. But was it survival? You knew 001 wasn't going to harm you, and yet you couldn't help the looming anxiety that you felt with each movement he made, his mannerisms so close to that of a hunter, carefully running the game where he wanted it to be.

001 did the same with your lower half, as he had with the upper. He didn't need the clothes to distract him. Yet as he undressed you, he couldn't help but feel a slight... resistance against his powers.

"Don't you fear we'll be caught?"

001 sneered.

"I mean, our room... why did you kill him here? He will be found." "Do you believe we'll be here for much longer, sweetheart? This room... It no longer matters... Nor does this facility. Nor anyone inhabiting it."

001 made sure you were completely naked before he released you from his powers, allowing your own feet to keep you upright. His hand came to your neck, thumb pressed lightly into your pulse point as he held you before him, head tilted forward so his forehead was against yours.

"From now on, sweetheart, you must unlearn everything and start again. Everything here is a lie," 001 lifted the cuff of his orderly shirt, exposing his tattoo to you. "But you are no longer under its haze. I will help you see it all clear..."

Your eyes lingered on the tattoo.

Brenner had never told you; he had always made it a point to never talk about 001.

"My name is Henry." "Henry..."

Hearing his real name off your lips stunned him for a second, so used to hearing that false alias of Peter Ballard. For a moment, he was back at that soft, yearning man he had been before he regained his powers. For a moment, he gazed into your eyes with a humble frailty that made you reach out and hold his cheek.

No.

001 drew back.

He must not be weak. It was not the time for that.

Henry could have used his powers to have you on the bed, but he chose his own strength over it. He picked you up, cheating a little as he did use his powers to make his time easier, but that didn't matter. Before you could do as much as complain, you were back on that bed that had witnessed far too many times the lengths of Henry's longing for you. He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders with your aid, then helped himself out of his trousers as swiftly as he could before his hand was on your cheek, guiding you to lie back with him hovering over you.

"You denied me this... for so long; all I've wanted was to be able to have you... and you denied me. At first, I had to deny myself... to respect you... to worship you, sweetheart. And then you punished me for my restraint..."

He pressed his forehead against yours, one hand on your cheek, the other reaching boldly to your thigh. Henry's breathing hitched as he felt how warm your flesh was in his palm, how obediently you allowed him to find his way between your legs. How right it felt for his body to be against yours.

"Will you deny me again?" Henry sounded as if he wouldn't take no for an answer, and yet you knew that he would; for you, he would restrain himself again, but this time, why should you have him hold back? "No, I see it in your eyes, in your mind. You will not play any more games with me. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

His lips lingered at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, pecking it, making your body shiver.

"Yes, that's it, sweetheart. Obey it. That hunger within you, let it speak, let it consume you... It is uncorrupted hunger, devoid of this world's impurities. The only desire I allow myself to feel..." Henry's lips trailed across your neck, leaving soft kisses from beneath your ear all the way across your pulse point and to your clavicle. "The only desire you will allow yourself to feel from today on."

Henry continued to kiss, below to your breasts, humming praises over them as he appreciated the feel of a woman's body. The softness of your chest, the taste of your nipple as he twirled his tongue over it, giving it a gentle suck before releasing it, both of them receiving the same treatment before he moved on lower. He kissed your sides, your stomach, thighs, knees, and calves, to your ankles, his eyes closed to fully feel everything, every spark of that desire as it set him ablaze, yearning for more.

He moved up again, his lips trailing across the inside of your thighs until he reached your cunt. This time you were awake to see and feel it all, observe how he guided your legs to rest on his shoulders, his eyes glued to yours as he let his head descend lower, mouth pressing reverent kisses on your cunt.

"We will relearn everything together... From this..." He gave your cunt a long lick, tongue pressed flat between its lips, gathering your taste and letting it spur him on. "Do you think you can take that, sweetheart? Oh... even if you can't..." He flicked his tongue over your clit, grunting needily, "I will make sure you can. That's why you have me, after all... to make sure you can take it..."

He anchored his arms around your thighs, keeping them on his shoulders as he started eating you out. Your hand reached down to grab his hair, but he lazily glanced up, using his powers to force your arms above your head, pinned to the bed, eyes closing to devour you again. His mouth was relentless, starved, lapping everything he could. The more your body tried to arch and escape him, the more your hips jerked and rolled, the harder he used his powers to keep you still, to make you take it.

It was as if you could hear him in your mind, vividly, telling you, "Don't try to escape it, sweetheart, let it consume you."

He could have used his fingers again, but he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. Your cunt had to crave him, so all you'd have for warm-up was his tongue abusing the sensitivity of your clit until you came undone, held in place with his powers.

Your desperate arches stood no chance in front of his powers, and he had to put in no effort to have you spread open for him as soon as he was done.

He wiped his mouth, taking in the sight of his progress. The way your body was taking in the aftermath of an orgasm he leisurely gave you with his tongue alone.

Henry wasn't done.

Not so easily.

He guided your thighs to rest against his hips as he moved to hover over you, your bodies pressed snug together so he could feel every inch of your skin bare against his own. This union, so strange and enticing, so human yet right, despite the pestilence nature of humanity. You wanted to speak, to say something, but you didn't get to because his lips found yours and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss right away. Henry's tongue was gentle in its wake, exploring with care the taste of yours against his, the flavour of your mouth and his own, your own slick's savour mingling with the taste of your saliva.

What a strange and alluring blend of tastes which he took in greedily, his body moving against yours reflexively.

Despite all, his nature was undeniably human.

He too felt what was right in this moment. What a human ached to have at a time like this. His hand reached down between your bodies, and he angled himself against your cunt, lips away from yours just enough to warn you.

"It will be for only a moment," Henry cautioned, his words a mere whisper above your lips, "Allow me to be in you... mind and body, sweetheart... Let me feel, explore it all... Let me have it all..."

A soft grunt, the head of his cock prodding your cunt.

"Let go... Let yourself go... Let me be the Master of your mind and body," Henry's breathing quickened, heart pounding in his chest as he felt himself slowly make progress, his cock pushing inside you. "That's it, sweetheart, you're so brave for me..."

Henry didn't want this torturous ache to keep you apart any longer, and his hips thrust forward sharply, a loud gasp filling the room as he pressed himself to the hilt inside you. Your cunt welcomed him, but not without a slight opposition at first, which faltered quickly upon hearing his voice encouraging you to have him.

His voice felt like it came from not only his mouth but your own mind, as if he knew how to talk to you without words.

And then it changed.

Whatever gentleness he gave at first turned to need. His hand latched onto your throat to keep you at his mercy on the bed, his hips pressed harder into yours despite already being as deep inside you as he could be. When your hands tried to claw at his shoulders, he glared at you, forcing them down again with his powers.

"That will not work, sweetheart; haven't you learned?"

He began to move his hips against yours, thrusting so slowly it was torturous, yet he loved it. He loved the way your eyes welled up with tears, aching for a different pace. Yes, those tears, those same tears you had him spill, now were in your eyes. Henry licked his lips, his other hand finding your breast and giving it a slight squeeze, groping it.

The sensation caused you to arch slightly, but Henry shoved his hips forward against yours, punishingly, his cock snapping into you, causing you to moan and obey him again. Lying with him, resuming the slow, aching pace.

"I wanted you for so... so long, sweetheart. Why should I rush? You don't understand the power it takes to hold back now... I am afraid your body would not endure the things I wish to do to it."

Henry gave your lower lip a nip.

"Perhaps, if you are so eager... I should give it to you, hm?" His tone was almost mocking you. "Perhaps you will surprise me... with your... resilience."

Henry tightened the hold on your throat, his hips picking up the pace in an instant, cock thrusting inside you like a feral animal, desperate to conquer your body. He was driven by something he couldn't understand, a need, a hunger that he didn't lose himself to before as completely as he had now. His mind was no longer his own, but it was intoxicated with the need to keep going, no matter what; he had to keep going. He was capable of destroying an army with a flick of his head if they'd dare interrupt him in this moment.

He grunted, his cock working at a pace that made you arch and moan, yet this time Henry didn't keep you still with his powers. No. This time he wanted to see what he made you feel. He wanted to feel each reaction of your body as he claimed it, your body and mind, both his.

He growled, leaning into your ear.

"That's it, sweetheart. Help me get away from myself..."

It was addicting, this feeling of his mind no longer his own but vassal to his desire. Vassal to the shared need you had too.

"I want to feel you from the inside."

Your body was his, but he was greedy. Henry wouldn't stop at that.

He pulled out and rolled you onto your chest, driving inside you again, this time from behind. Henry's hand slid up the back of your head, burying his fingers into your hair, gentle at first, almost hypnotic before he gripped and pulled your head back. His lips came by your ear, licking the shell of it as he pounded into you.

Your mind was as easy to penetrate as your cunt.

He kissed the back of your neck, his mind doing the talking now while he pounded into you.

"You belong to me, sweetheart. And you will take everything I give you... Without ever complaining." Henry gasped, feeling your cunt throb around him. Oh, that was right; you were close; he could feel your body nearing it. "We... are one now. Your mind is my servant. Its servant. Pride yourself on this gift..."

He kept going, his cock twitching too; after all, your minds and bodies aligned had the effect of your needs to match too. He continued at the same pace he felt you enjoyed most, one hand in your hair, the other sliding down between your legs to tease your clit.

The sensation brought tears to your eyes again, too much to take. Even if it was good, it was too much, but Henry didn't stop. That was what he wanted, to push you past every boundary you once believed yourself limited by. Quicker, more. More, until your body was mindlessly subdued to his will.

"Cum for me."

And you did, and so did he, the command powerful enough to bend the limits of both your bodies as you came undone. The bliss was liberating, your body shivering, arching into his and his own coiled around you, hips pressed into yours, seeking to cum deeper inside you. Fascinating, the bliss, the need for closeness, for absorbing the other and to become one.

He had achieved it, more than any other human ever could.

And still, it was a trick, for it wasn't enough.

He let himself drop against your back, panting, barely able to catch his own breath as you did the same. He was worn out, more than he had ever been, but it was to a blissful extent. A magnetic and captivating extent. He found your mind so easy to bend to his will, so willing that as he had fucked you, it felt as if your mind had become his; not a mere servant, but its equal and mirror.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"

You nodded, too weak to respond with words, but pleased enough to give him an answer. His power had been indeed enchanting, because you felt it in a way that made you want to have it.

Henry had achieved it.

He had successfully shown you the allure of this gift. And had you not already wanted to be with him, you certainly did now. Henry moved away from you, giving you room to catch your breath without his weight on you. He helped you roll on your back, his hand caressing your cheek as he observed the beauty of your body. It lay there, recovering from his demonstration.

How beautiful it was, how stunning.

The only one deserving of learning to stray away from the deceptive rules of this world, away from fear. Another like himself. And despite how much there was still left for you to learn, Henry had managed to overcome the most important barrier.

Your mind, the opposition against change.

With that aside, everything else would be only a matter of time.

He pushed himself up and dressed himself while you turned to give him a curious look. With his back turned to you, he already knew you were watching. Your mind was his, wasn't it? Your thoughts- he heard them, tasted them. He knew you were curious.

Henry's head turned to yours, that menacingly innocent smile on his lips again. Yet, you found solace and comfort in it now as you always had.

"Don't worry, sweetheart..."

Henry placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I will be back before you know it. There are still some... things... in this facility that I must mend before we can leave."

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"Art thou done?"

Kit's hand found the nape of your neck, confidently rubbing the skin with the pad of his thumb, making you arch slightly and turn your head to him. He snickered, the massage continuing as he hovered over your back, glancing down at the barren sheet of paper before you. His brow furrowed, but his hand remained on your nape, his nails tracing little patterns now, coaxing you to close your eyes and submit to the treatment.

"Hast thou not begun?" "I have, Master Marlowe, yet inspiration is a wanton muse, and is passing hard to seize." "Thou speakest true…"

Kit felt the disappointment in your voice over your lack of writing. He knew better than anyone that dreadful disappointment when no words felt right and combining them in lines felt like a kind of sorcery one didn't possess. Forcing oneself would do no good in enhancing your writing, so he got a soft grip on your nape. It was time to look for inspiration elsewhere.

"Rise, rise… no more of this. I require thee for another matter." "But Master Marlowe, I had not yet-" "No more of that. Our patrons may bide another day… I must school thee… a lesson."

Kit grinned, pulling you up by your nape confidently. Once up, he released it and draped his lanky arm over your shoulder, smirking at you as he pulled you with him outside of the chambers. Inspiration, you had to learn, might come upon you, but sometimes you had to go looking for it.

"…A tavern?" "Why, yes, no fitter place to study the humours of man," Kit smiled slyly, hand patting your back as he helped you in.

All heads turned to Marlowe. He was Kit Marlowe, and he had a reputation for both his writing and his deeds, which made a few men snicker. Marlowe didn't care, his facade of confidence preceding him as he leaned over the counter asking for drinks for himself and you. Having been ignored, the men returned to their deeds, leaving you and Marlowe to enjoy your time alone. With your drink in hand and Marlowe puffing at his pipe, the opioids making him loose, he arched his finger out, pointing at a man in the tavern.

"Knowest thou who that lad is?" "No." "Nor I."

You snickered, occupied with your drink. Marlowe grinned, offering you his pipe. When you glanced curiously at it but didn't take it, he cocked his head to the side and put it to your lips, having you puff once.

"We shall discover what man he be… and what he can do."

You caughed at the hazelnutty, slightly bitter roasted sensation the opium left on your tongue and nostrils as Marlowe crossed his legs, eyes locked on the lad who, perhaps sensing the eyes on him, had turned to face the two of you.

Marlowe grinned, leaning into your ear.

"When inspiration cometh not from otherwhere… thou shalt learn to seek it in the flesh."

Almost concerned, you turned to Marlowe, and upon seeing the flustered touch on your cheeks, he laughed.

"O, fret not, my most precious. This time, I will join in the revels. To guide thee, as befitteth a Master and his prentice," teased Marlowe, with a playful grin, giving your cheek a cheerful pinch. "I hope thy body is apt to receive the lesson… to be inspired."