[F4F] I am the [monster] you tempted. [Script Fill] [CNC] [Raspy] [Eldritch] [Horror] [Heatplay] [Objectification] [Breathplay] [Vore]

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Well, well, well, when lovely girl stoops to folly then, you should know better than to tread on thin ice, it's really not safe anymore. This choking planet is getting hotter, and things under the ice stir, things like me. Just a little further, your poor air-based ears, can't you hear the cracking, that splitting, that great grinding, groaning tension?

The ice would beg you to turn back, but you cannot hear, nor see, nor know. But in the black water beneath the ice, yes, underneath the ice, I will catch you if you sink. And you will learn there's worse fates than death by water.

Almost, almost, almost. And there you are. Oh, welcome to the plunge, my sweet.

Air bubbles, oh, how quaint. Don't you need those? And so quickly you vacate your lungs, thrash, scream.

Only I can hear you now. Only I can care, my pet. And care I do not.

I have an appetite for flesh, and I will take it. Warm, before the water saps you of all your fight. Shh, it's just a little tar, a little hot slime.

I will not scald you, but it will ache. The change from icy water to smothering heat will make your skin prickle. It'll work into your muscles, your bones.

You will itch from every inch I touch. And I want to touch an awful lot of you, girl. Good thrash.

Is there any part of you screaming for air that cares for your burned away clothes? I'll strip it all from you. I'll caress you between your fingers.

No matter how you fight, I'll creep along your wrists. And explore your elbows. And black webs will claim your shoulders.

I'll cocoon you, my sweet. You are drowning, you are dying. And I can save you.

You will give me everything I want. Or, I shall say it more simply for you. You'll give me everything that you are.

Oh, such softness. Spread them. Tar on your tongue.

Tar between your teeth. Down your tonsils and into your guts. Hot.

Burning hot and into your lungs. Your silly, pathetic organs. Oh.

Which one of them will save you now? I will breathe you. I will bury you.

In a sea the color of ink. In a tomb of living goo. A fossil.

Welcome home, my sweet. Oh, did you shave your legs for me? Such a treat to spread.

Do not worry, my silly little girl. You'll never feel cold again. None inside me.

Now, how do we say thank you? Well, since I've so generously let you inside me, I think it's only fair that you let me inside you. Well, I suppose let is a bit generous of a word.

Because how will you stop me, hmm? Go on, try to stop me. Try to fight.

Hmm. Oh, you could stop me with a word, doll, but you might find that difficult with your mouth forced open and stuffed with tar. So, tell me.

Any objections? Any concerns at all with my desires? Hmm.

Oh, funny. That's what they all say. Oh, let's ease into this.

I'll make myself at home, shall I? Oh, such a nice, soft cunt. I'm going to make a glove out of you.

Everything I move will send ripples against your insides and. .. Oh, what a lovely pearl you have.

Oh, where are my banners? Stuffing your pussy without giving your mound a proper rubbing. We can do both.

Oh, there's definitely time for both. Your wetness is such a lovely taste. It's why you're still alive, my sweet.

Your lovely leaking's like a delicate perfume. Every dark tendril has a purpose, well. ..

except for that shy little one getting acquainted with your posterior. That one is just for me. Oh, relax.

It'll be so much better if you just accept and open up for me, girl. This hell can be a heaven to those who abandon sanity. And chastity, of course.

Yes, the first milking will be hard, but. .. one by one, every bodily function will fail.

That pucker of yours will collapse. Fuck you from the front, from the back, from the mouth. Oh, what difference will it make? You're just holes.

Holes so exquisite to slither inside of. Legs to wrap around, arms to restrain. With such a lovely taste with every thrust.

Oh, tight, aren't you? Such delicate work crawling up both ends of your intestines and meeting in the middle. Oh, hello, me.

Did you force your way down her throat? Oh, yes I did, me. I love that convulsing, gagging sensation.

I do hope she keeps it up. Oh, and how was the anus? Did you enjoy splitting her open? Oh, yes, I do love the feeling.

All the better with such thin walls between every cavity. With the anus pressing against the vagina and the poor, flooded vagina pushing back. So difficult to maneuver.

You should really be applauding me, girl. All that hot sludge pumping into you in concert. It'd be no fun at all to merely flood you and keep you filled.

No, such a lovely vacuum you make when I pull out. I hear your whimpering, you know. I hear that moment of panic.

Will your body break this time? Will I turn you inside out? Oh, and that blessed prayer of relief as it crawls back inside you.

Filling you, molding you, pressing hard against every inch of skin. The roof of your mouth with such delicate suction against your poor clit. Swollen from the abuse.

Oh, you taste lovely. Are those tears? Oh, are they for me? Oh, what a delicacy.

They fool me not, you crocodile. You've been waiting all your life to be hollowed out by a monster you didn't believe in. You are a walker on thin ice.

An eye in the monster you tempted. Oh yes, this is what you wanted. Brat.

And now your mind to deform. To blur the line between torture and pleasure. Between death and life.

Oh, such a wonderful spasm. Do it again. I said do it again.

Oh, good. Now was that so hard? I told you it was better once you give in.

Once you open your eyes wide to the horror of endless, oily penetration. Come now, girl. You know you're getting close.

You need only to let go of your fear. If only your mind goes blank. Your frantic heart will not know if it raises from terror.

Or pleasure. Or both. From that sopping pussy it will slowly bloom.

Radiating, matching my hate. Your pleasure. Your stupid animal answer to the only question that matters.

Do you accept your place within me? Oh, are you sure? Oh, my little puppet, are you thinking with your cunt? Is every thrust of molten tar into your body fucking the fight right out of you? Oh, but you tasted me so eager.

Drooling with anticipation. Squeezing with every thrust. Oh, if I didn't know better.

I'd say you want me deeper. Deeper into your veins. Fucking you down to the tips of your fingers.

Constricting your calves. And your thighs. Oh, good darling, playmate toy, do you want to come now? Oh, I think you would feel so much better if I decided to let you come.

If your spine went as rigid as your brain and turned into soup. I would keep you so, so warm. Oh, wait for it.

Oh, wait for it. I think you're almost ready. Almost.

Oh, there. Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Come for me.

Come, toy, I hunger. Oh, and then the darkness. The silence of a thousand years.

Oh, my sweet fossil, locked in primeval tar. You alone I will keep safe and warm. The humdrum world passes on through famine and fire.

But I was born of ice, and I have the patience of a glacier. We sleep now, us together. Nearly one, but one is not as fun as two.

And when we wake, oh, darling, when we wake, imagine what uses I'll come up with for you. Oh.