#(and so spot on because it merged mariko's wild 'rail me' fantasies with her worst nightmare)

[saiyanandproud]

( Sending attempt no. 403 for this thing… An extremely late wet dream, forgive me )

You recognize your room, even in the dark. You’re pinned down on your bed by your lap by something that, judging by the slight tension within it, could crush you if it let its full weight come down on you. The mattress sags around that point, so much so that you’re pretty sure you’re being propped up by its other end as a result.

You look up. You have to crane your neck back to meet the shimmering eyes of your bedfellow. Fear pierces your stomach like a pick of ice until you’re able to make out the warped silhouette of his crest.

Neither of you expected the growth spurt that’d come along with his wish for health. His figure filled out too, apparently, and now you were doing your best not to notice how warm his body got consequently. With the hard plate of his groin pressed firmly against your clit, that was borderline impossible.

Nucleotide tilts his head ever-so-slightly as he appraises you, his arms crossed and his expression implacable. Maybe it’s just the dark, or the angle, but at the moment, Nucleotide doesn’t look like himself. What little light there is falls on his smooth features at unusually harsh angles, casting him a few shades closer toward more traditional, more rugged handsomeness. It doesn’t suit him. He looks like a stranger.

Worse, he’s practically the spitting image of his-

You push that uncomfortable thought down as a fresh one bubbles out of your hazy subconscious to replace it: did the wish change Nucleotide at all? Towering above you, hunched just slightly as to not lodge the longer half of his crest into your ceiling, pink eyes downcast and detached- this behavior is undeniably a departure from his usual back-and-forth between reverence and desperation. He looks like a demon lurking in the shadows of an old oil painting.

You don’t have much time to mull over that thought either as, with a creak of your overburdened mattress, Nucleotide finally begins to move. His hand trails up your torso to fill his lukewarm palm with your breast, and he bends down over your chest. You catch a glint of sharp teeth before his mouth closes over your other breast. He wastes no time- lavishing its sensitive skin with an overeager tongue that swirls feverishly around the head of your nipple.

You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin in appreciation for all the noise you’re making, and doing everything in your power to keep down to a respectable volume- less your neighbor complaint again. He backs off, now wearing a smile somewhere between content and sinister. There’s a brassy shimmer in his pupils; a predatory edge to the way he stares at you now.

Something shifts behind your head, and you realize you haven’t been resting against a pillow. The tip of Nucleotide’s tail snakes into your peripheral, and slithers around your chest while he moves back. His claws graze your skin as he takes your thighs in his hands, leaving raised pink lines to mark their path down from your hips. There’s another flash of his teeth in the dark before he sinks his face between your legs. After a few languid strokes of his tongue across your folds, he abandons all pretense and thrusts it deep inside you. You clench your jaw, you’re on the verge of a scream- and judging by how aggressive the strokes of his tongue have gotten, that’s exactly his goal.

The moment you start squirming, his tail coils around you to keep you in place. You’re getting warm, like you’re being smothered by a massive python, and its fangs are the twin blades on Nucleotide’s cheeks, pricking against your underside.

It all feels good. Amazing, even, like you’re being assaulted on all sides by a force that wants nothing more than to overload your senses with mind-numbing, all-encompassing pleasure.

But you’re horrified.

Nucleotide raises his head out from between your legs, his chin and tongue slick with a mixture of his drool and your arousal. He’s not looking at you like an eager lover high off the act of pleasing his partner. He’s looking at you like he’s a starved wolf, and you’re the petrified rabbit he’s finally cornered. His slicked tongue swipes across his lips before he grins. It’s the most unwholesome look you’ve ever seen grace his face.

For the first time, he looks exactly like the monster he dreaded being.

He crawls over you, his bulk emerging from the dark. You can’t make out the edges of his silhouette from the rest of the room. You swear he’s gotten even bigger. He’s looming over you like a giant, and he has to prop his arms against the wall to keep balance when he’s face to face with you. His unrelenting, unblinking leer is too much for you to bear, so you look down.

His cock’s splayed out over your stomach, flushed in vivid purple, thick and tapered like an alien grub. His hips shift- guiding his cock off of you and angling it toward your entrance. It’s when you feel the firm press of its head against your folds that you reach your limit, and whimper.

It’s a sound neither of you expected. When you look up, the monster at the foot of your bed is staring at you, his face the portrait of guilt. He retreats.

“ Mariko-? Are you okay? “ The light in the room shifts; moonlight filters in through the windows, and you can see everything in shades of soft blue. While definitely larger than he was when you met him, Nucleotide is the same. Thinner, softer features. Eyes bright and concerned. His hands are up, hovering and waiting for your permission to touch you again…

Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake.

She slammed against reality with a gasp, as if emerging from deep waters. What had happened? Did she fall asleep...?

Oh. Oh Kais, that was terrible. She knew she was tired from all the recent missions, so much she had happened to doze off under Cleo's gentle caresses on a couple of times -- she just couldn't help how her body instantly relaxed when he was next to her. But falling asleep like that, while they were doing other than simply cuddling...!

She jerked up, sat on the bed, and pressed her hands against her face. That was mortifying. What if Cleo thought she didn't like him, or that she didn't like to do certain things with him, or the things he did with her....!

"No. Yes. Sorry, I..."

Shatters from the dream flashed throught her head -- or was it a nightmare? She pressed her legs together and felt like dying of shame. She could feel she was still wet. She could feel she had liked it, even if it was terrifying.

Why? She was never the kind of person to like certain fantasies, she never understood that sort of stuff. If anything, she always sort of condemned it -- the fact that someone could get aroused at the thought of risking their life by the hand of someone they loved went against all her morals of survival and healthy love, the ones she herself taught Nucleotide about when he was so lost about... Everything.

And yet...

Was it the sense of power he irradiated in that dream? The confidence of a skilled lover, someone who knew what they were doing and knew they were doing it well? The novelty of it, maybe, because Nucleotide was still so insecure about many things despite growing stronger in his self now that he was in Conton--

No. No, that wasn't it. The Nucleotide in her dream wasn't just confident -- he was feral. Wild, but with a spark of cruel lucidity that reminded her so much of...

She shook her head with violence, her body crossed by a shiver. No. She didn't even want to think about that being. Not in her bedroom, not when she was so naked and vulnerable. The mere thought of it made her sick.

She turned at Nucleotide instead, guilty of leaving him hanging while sinking in her confusion. She stretched an apologetic smile and reached for his cheek.

"Sorry. I think I was just tired. All these missions lately, and I've barely been around and..." She knitted her eyebrows, feeling even worse now that she voiced all those facts aloud. She had neglected him, and it was the last thing she ever wanted to do.

"I’m sorry, Cleo. I didn't mean to fall asleep now that we finally have some time together. I'm probably just..." She closed her eyes for a moment, and the vision of a pair of wild violet irises flashed in the darkness. "... Shattered."

She opened her eyes again, searching for his with a sudden panic. There they were, kind as always, and worried, and confused. Another pang of guilt gripped her stomach. She leaned in for a gentle kiss on his lips and rested back on the matress with a sigh. Her body was getting colder, her skin covering in goosebumps. She took Nucleotide's hand and gently rested it against her bare chest.

"Let's start over, if you're okay with it. I want it, I promise." And to underline it, she pressed her fingers on one of her breasts. "Just... Be gentle, please. Okay?"