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Ghostface had never been too bothered by the chilling cold that accompanied the swirling fog that welcomed him into a new Trial. It was kind of fun, waiting to see which map he’d be set loose on. Which Survivors he’d be hunting for the lazy spider.
Not that he’d call her that to her foggy face of course! But seriously. Who needed more than a single Killer to do their bidding for them? Who needed someone else to do any kind of killing for them, really? Ugh. Laziness, pure and simple.
As the fog slipped away, leaving Ghostface standing in the middle of a small red bridge, he couldn’t help but look around in a state of mild shock. This was a new map. Why the hell was there a new map? Was there a new Survivor? Killer? And why hadn’t he been told?!
It wasn’t like he'd been completely unreachable, off doing his own thing between Trials lately! He had been, but they could have come to find him. As long as they didn’t ask what he was doing… Those things were personal, obviously. Stalking people, learning things. Ghostface business! But still, how dare no one tell him there was a newbie in the Realm!
Well, fine! He’d get the answers himself!
Dropping into a crouch, he took a moment to memorize the layout of the generators before slinking along. There was a lot to see on the new map, but the main focus was a large, square building. It looked Japanese, and very, very old, but that didn’t tell him much of anything about the Killer or Survivor that may have come with it.
There just so happened to be a generator inside the house, and as Danny drew closer, he picked up the sounds of someone working on the cold metal box. Perfect… Peering around the edge of a doorway, he almost giggled like a giddy school girl when he spotted Dwight.
Perfect. That little nerd usually had all the answers. He wasn’t the oldest Survivor by any means, but he had been there the longest, and the others seemed to tell him everything. Even if he hadn’t faced a new Killer or worked with a new Survivor, he’d almost definitely have heard of them.
Dwight was focused on his task, slowly bringing the generator to life. He’d glance around every so often, but it wasn’t nearly enough, nor did he look far enough behind him to actually see the Killer watching his every move.
It didn’t take very long for Ghostface to expose him, and the Survivor jumped as a full body shiver crawled across his skin. His generator blew up in his face at the same moment, and he leapt to his feet with a yelp. Turning, he smacked right into the Killer, who’d used the position of the generator and the wall to corner him.
Although he would have already figured out it was Ghostface when he was first exposed, that didn’t stop him from blurting out, “Oh thank god, it’s just you!”
“So who’s the–” Danny choked on his question, knife raised to one side as he stopped mid gesture around the room. Taking a deep breath, he still sounded slightly shrill as he demanded, “Excuse me?!”
“Oh! Um, well– Uh, you see–”
Ghostface slashed him across the chest, shaking his head as he wiped blood off his blade. Glaring down at the Survivor for a moment, he huffed, “Just you. It’s just you? Yeah, well, now it’s just you, Dwight.”
Hauling him over one shoulder, Danny carried him outside and tossed him on the closest hook. Still fuming, he smacked him for good measure.
“Ouch! Hey!” Dwight cried. “Stop that!”
“Stop that!” Ghostface mocked, flipping him off. “Fucking nerd.”
Stomping off around the corner, he reactivated his Shroud and waited. Although that kind of behaviour was usually far below him, he was more than a little pissed by the ‘it’s just you’ comment. That was the kind of comment he expected Freddy or the Clown or some other loser to get. But him?! Ghostface?! It was time to remind them who the fuck he was.
But first, Dwight needed to die!
Peering around the corner, Ghostface watched as Yui came running up to unhook the fearless leader. He could hear Dwight babbling at her as soon as he was on the ground, but it was too late. Already sprinting at them, they looked up too late to break the Shroud and keep him from exposing the second Survivor.
Pulling a move he may or may not have adapted from the Legion’s playbook of ‘hit and run’, he slashed Yui across the back, downing the exposed Survivor before turning and running after Dwight. He had yet to be healed, so all he had to do was wait out the after-hook endurance and he could down him again immediately.
The sound of a generator popping across the map did nothing to slow Ghostface down, and he struck just as Dwight attempted to vault a window. There was a pained cry followed by a crash as he hit the floor inside the killer shack, and Danny let out a small laugh under his mask.
The remainder of the round went much the same way. He downed whoever was foolish enough to come and unhook Dwight, then chased down the terrified Survivor and fed him to the Entity before turning his attention to the three remaining spider snacks.
Ghostface was more careful to spread out his hooks between the final three, knowing he needed to keep the Entity entertained, but still managed to secure a four K by the time all was said and done.
The new map had proven to be very advantageous to the Killer. With lots of low walls and tall bamboo, he had plenty of places to crouch and hide, while making it difficult for the Survivors to see him. Still, a sense of irritation hung over him the entire Trial.
None of the puzzle pieces were fitting together. Why had Dwight been relieved to see him of all Killers? Why had no one mentioned the new map? It had to have come with a new Killer, and that had to have been who the nerd had been expecting to see… But was he or she really so terrifying that it made him look tame?!
Maybe he should have tried to get answers from Dwight before killing him… Oops. Well, that was a problem for another time, he decided as the black fog swirled around him once more. Deposited in the forest as was the norm after finishing a Trial, Ghostface found the path back to the campfire and hurried on his way.
It wasn’t long before the flickering lights of the fire broke through the gnarled trees, and he greeted cheerfully, “Hello, children! Nice to see someone’s happy to see me!”
The Legion were all seated on a log, laughing and joking as they talked about god only knew what. They paused when he emerged from the treeline, and that was when he noticed it wasn’t just them…
The Trapper was seated on one of the tree stumps circling the fire, sharpening that dastardly cleaver of his. Fuuuuck.
Had Dwight already managed to find and tattle to his Killer boyfriend? That was not a fight Ghostface felt like having at the moment, but he refused to give in to the stupid idea that a Survivor should be shown leniency just because they were butt buddies with one of the Killers. Besides, Dweetles had started it! He’d only been defending his honor!
“How was the Trial?” Evan asked, not looking up from his blade.
“Hmm, same old same old, with a little something new,” Danny purred evasively. No need to be the one to spill the beans if Dwight hadn’t gotten a chance to run his mouth yet… “Is there a new Killer in the fog or something?”
“Ohh, you saw the new map,” Susie breathed, eyes lighting up. “Was it the pyramid, or the house?”
“There are two new maps?” Ghostface questioned, eye twitching behind his mask. What the actual fuck?
“Yeah, and there’s–”
“A new Killer, too,” the Trapper grunted, talking over Frank when he spoke up. “The Spirit. Young girl, about their age.”
He jerked his head at the Legion for emphasis, and all of them shrugged noncommittal when Danny looked at them for confirmation.
“So… there’s a new killer and she’s got a two part Realm?” he clarified.
“Seems like it,” Evan agreed. “Nice map. Good ground coverage.”
“Mhmm,” Ghostface hummed. “How am I the last one to know about this?”
“Well, you’ve been kind of…” Julie made an ‘all over the place’ gesture with her hands, before raising an eyebrow at him. “Doing whatever the hell it is you do.”
“Probably being a perv,” Joey snorted, and all four of them burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha, wouldn’t you like to know,” he dismissed, waving a hand. “Alright, what’s the new map called? I’m going to go take a look around. If there’s two parts to it, I want to be prepared for the next time I have a Trial on either side of it.”
“You may not want to do that–” Frank started, but once again, the Trapper cut him off.
“The Yamaoka Estate. Watch out for the tanuki.”
Danny blinked, before asking slowly, “Is that… a trap?”
Finally looking up, Evan stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Raccoon dog.”
“I would ask how you know that, but I don’t really care,” Ghostface decided, before waving over his shoulder. “Toodle-oo for now! I’m going to go check out this new map and see just what’s so awful about this new Killer!”
Watching him disappear into the woods, Frank and the rest of the Legion finally turned to look at the Trapper.
“Okay… What the hell was that?”
“What was what?” he asked, attention once more on his cleaver.
“You know what,” Frank pointed out with a frown. “Why didn’t you tell him about the Oni?”
A rare smile spread behind the Trapper’s cracked bone mask. “Maybe next time he’ll think before he hits someone on hook...”
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Yamaoka Estate proved to be rather large, and Danny was… begrudgingly impressed. The pyramid, as Susie had called it, offered quite a nice view of the rest of the map. Even without hooks and generators dotting the area, he could already picture Survivors scurrying about between the stone statues as they tried to stay hidden while moving from generator to generator.
“I bet the Huntress would have a field day with this kind of vantage point,” he mused. Chuckling darkly at the image of her chucking axes at the Survivors like it was a carnival game, he made his way back down the steps.
The real draw for Ghostface was the main house. Now that he could actually get a look at it outside of a Trial, he could memorize all the doors, walls, and windows that may or may not offer escape for his future victims. It was hard to get looped if one already knew how to break it. And, admittedly, snooping would probably help give him a better idea of what exactly was so damn scary about the Spirit.
Creeping around the edge of the map as he circled the house from a distance, Danny paused when he spotted a short, pot bellied little statue. It looked kind of like a cartoon racoon with a hat. Tilting his head curiously, he moved a bit closer. Was that the tanuki Evan had mentioned? It was kind of cute.
Ghostface was not an easily startled individual, but when the statue suddenly let out a high pitched sound and burst into a puff of smoke, he jumped backwards. In the statue's place was a small animal that definitely looked like a cross between a raccoon and a dog, but with a couple of jarring differences. A mass of writhing tendrils were waving from its back, and a bright orange spot pulsed on its chest, similar to a blight pustule. With another high pitched cry, it vanished in a puff of smoke and grass.
“Oookay,” he whispered, turning on his heel and quickly creeping away. He’d seen some weird things in the fog, but that was… different.
Crouching under an open window, Ghostface listened for a few minutes before peering over the windowsill. It didn’t sound like anyone was home. It didn’t look like anyone was home… Alright. Time to get in there.
Pulling himself up over the sill, he dropped silently to the floor inside. It wasn’t surprising that the interior was barely furnished. Most of the ‘homey’ inner Realms weren’t. Haddonfield was perhaps the most livable of all the Killer Realms, but… Michael didn’t like intruders. Pity. Ghostface could think of a thousand and one fun uses for those beds…
The more Danny looked around, the more unsure he became. It really didn’t look like the home of a teenage girl. It didn’t look like a woman even lived there, young or old. If anything, it gave off strong ‘bachelor pad’ vibes. Then again, if this new Killer was from… feudal Japan? Christ on a cracker, he didn’t know anything about feudal Japan! Or… Japan in general. Hmm.
The air in the room felt incredibly heavy all of a sudden, and the hairs on the back of Danny’s neck stood up. Instead of the chill that often accompanied the fearsome presence of many Killers, he could feel sweat beating on his forehead instead. What in the actual hell–
Turning, Ghostface’s breath caught in his throat. That was not a teenage girl. That was a nine foot tall demon with tusks and a fucking sword and a goddamn spiked club in his hands!
Blood still splattered the Oni’s armor and pale blue skin. The weapon gripped in his clawed hands dripped with fresh gore, a faint red aura flickering around his body and flowing white hair like flames. Danny realized with a start that he’d likely just come out of a Trial. It also meant this was who Dwight had been so afraid of spotting when he’d been pulled into the Estate…
With a deep, animalistic snarl, the Oni’s lips curled back over sharp teeth. A single step put him nearly on top of Ghostface before he could bolt for the window, and his powerful muscles rippled as he raised the kanabō over his head.
Stumbling backwards as he threw his hands up, Danny blurted out whatever words came to mind without really thinking. All he knew was that he was about to die and the other Killers were going to laugh their asses off when he revived at the campfire.
“Wait, hold on! I’m not a Survivor! I’m not prey! I’m actually, uh… I’m here too… Um…”
The Oni paused, kanabō still raised over his head as all three eyes bored into the smaller Killer.
Oh god, now he had to give him a reason as to why he was there. A good reason. If he said he was snooping, would that be better or worse? Considering he thought he’d been snooping in the home of a teenage girl… His intentions hadn’t been untoward! He just wanted to know who the new map belonged to! God fucking dammit, he was going to murder Evan. And Dwight. Again…
“Um, well, you see,” he fumbled awkwardly. Fuck, why was it so difficult to come up with a lie? There was a time he could have sold fire to a burn victim! Why was he so stumped?
A drop of blood fell onto his mask and he gulped. “Ahha, well, um, I’m Ghostface! And I heard there was a new Killer in the Realm, and ah, wanted to come introduce myself and ah… invite you to… to…”
What the hell was he supposed to say? A barbeque? Wracking his brain for something that didn’t sound completely ridiculous, he mumbled, “Fuck me…”
“Oh?”
“Huh?” Danny asked, head snapping up to the Oni’s face. He looked surprised. Why did he look surprised?! Wait, what had he thought he’d just been invited to?
Ghostface jumped slightly when the club was lowered, watching closely as it was simply leaned against the wall. Fuck the Entity, that thing was as long as he was tall! How the hell did the Oni wield it like it weighed nothing?!
Hands now empty, the Oni lifted one to rub his chin as he continued to stare down at Ghostface. Eyes narrowing, it felt like he was scrutinizing the other Killer much the way someone would inspect livestock; trying to pick out the perfect one to butcher for dinner…
“Hmm,” he growled, before reaching out and clamping one massive hand on the top of Ghostface’s head.
Swallowing a scream of terror as claws poked through his hood and into his scalp, Danny couldn’t stifle a small gasp as he was turned around, then back to face the giant Killer once more.
Nodding as he released him, he decided in a low, rumbling voice, “Acceptable.”
“What?!” Danny wheezed, frowning behind his mask. What the fuck was ‘acceptable’?!
A hand clamped down on the back of his neck before he could slip away, fingers so long they curled around the front of his throat. He could feel claws pricking through the material of his cowl, and he swallowed nervously.
‘Please don’t be another cannibal, please don’t be another cannibal!’ he thought frantically as he was nearly yanked right off his feet. Although, would that technically be cannibalism? He really didn’t want to find out…
Feet only just touching the ground every three or four steps, Danny babbled nervously, “Um, so, ah, you have a lovely house! I just arrived, by the way! You know, we haven’t been properly introduced! I’m Danny! Or- Or Ghostface! What– What do I call you?”
A low, annoyed growl rumbled in the air above his head like a peel of thunder, but he got his answer. “Kazan.”
Before Danny could come up with another comment or question, he found himself swinging through the air. He was pretty sure he was about to go out a window or, judging from the size of Kazan’s arms, through the roof and over the pyramid on the other side of the map. Instead, he was shoved flat on his back on a surface only moderately softer than the floor.
“Strip,” the Oni ordered, towering over Ghostface.
Goddamn, he looked even bigger from that angle– Hold on?!
“Strip?” Danny repeated, voice several octaves higher than normal.
Blood stained armor dropped to the floor beside the cot he’d been dropped on, and his mouth formed a shocked ‘O’ behind his mask. Frozen in place, he watched dumbly as Kazan shed the rest of his dressing, until he was left in nothing but a loincloth that did absolutely nothing to hide what he was packing. It didn’t even look like he was completely hard yet, but Danny was starting to think his kanabō wasn’t the only thing he beat people to death with!
Dropping to one knee, he grabbed Ghostface by the throat before he could snap out of his shocked stupor. Pulling him halfway off the floor, the Oni growled, “I told you to strip.”
“You sure did,” Danny wheezed, incredibly aware of just how little pressure it would actually take to snap his neck. Licking his lips, he offered, “W-why don’t I do that?”
“Hrmmmm…”
Quickly fumbling for his belt, Ghostface managed to undo the straps and clips holding his uniform closed in record time. The fingers threatening to cave his larynx the entire time helped…
His clothes were barely open before they were being yanked off and tossed aside. His boots were caught in his pants and pulled off as well, leaving him in nothing but his mask and a pair of neon blue socks with little white rabbits holding carrots on them. It was scandalous. Thank god he hadn’t gotten his camera set up.
The Oni actually paused for a moment, glancing at his feet before looking at him with a quizzical expression.
“What? It's a form of self expression,” Danny mumbled, thankful that his mask was hiding how flushed his face had become. Kazan had the audacity to roll his eyes, before producing a length or rope that Ghostface had been too distracted to notice him grabbing.
“Hey! What the–”
Before he could get another word out, he found himself being quickly and efficiently tied up in a way he’d never quite seen before. Arms bound together from wrist to elbow, they were pulled up over and behind his head as he was rolled onto his stomach. A hand grabbed the back of his hood, pulling him up onto his knees and nearly yanking his spine right out of his body. At least, he got the impression that the last part could have happened, had the Oni really wanted it to.
Ropes were wound around his chest and torso, knots interspaced evenly to create quite a beautiful pattern. Hmm. Maybe it was a bit of a pity he didn’t have access to his camera. He looked good in red.
Shoved forward suddenly, he landed on his chest with a winded huff. The ropes around his body pulled slightly, pressing into his skin and keeping him in place as large hands began feeling his body. Claws caressed every curve and muscle, pinching here and there as if testing the quality of his meat. He felt more like a trussed up ham then he did a Killer, but something about it was simply exhilarating. He was… not used to being the powerless one in those kinds of meetings…
Hands reached his hips, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs before claws were tracing over the curve of his ass. That gave him a moment of pause, and he let out a nervous laugh. It was slightly muffled by his mask, and almost face down position on the mattress, but he managed to ask, “You, ah… You know what you’re doing back there… right?”
A sharp slap across the ass was his answer, and he let out an entirely undignified yelp. In contrast to the sound, his cock twitched between his legs as his increasing heart rate began redirecting blood from his brain to something much more important.
Clawed hands once more squeezed his ass, kneading the flesh as though testing just how durable it was before thumbs pressed him open. A thin sound left him as hot breath washed over his exposed rim.
It was either really sharp claws, or really big fucking tusks… Which would he rather have that close to his bits? Then again, with the way he was being spread open combined with the proximity of heavy breathing ghosting over the clenching ring of muscle, it was safe to say it was already both…
Something hot and wet dragged over Danny’s ass, and he let out a surprised squeak. God, he needed to stop making such pathetic sounds. It was embarrassing! All thoughts of maintaining what little pride he had left went out the window when a thick, wet tongue was buried inside him.
“Oooh?” he groaned, muscles twitching and straining as he tried to rock himself back onto the muscle. Claws dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood and he moaned at the stinging sensation.
A growl vibrated through him, and something sharp as a knife pressed against his ass as the Oni pulled him further onto his tongue. There were those wicked fangs he’d been worried about, but now they were actually close enough to start pressing tantalizingly at the surface of his skin. He could feel the sharp edge of each tusk, not quite putting enough pressure to cut him, but enough to be a threat. God, that was so fucking hot.
Kazan’s tongue flexed inside him, hot and wet as it plied between his walls. Ghostface hadn’t expected him to be able to open him up with just his tongue, but that’s exactly what he was doing. And it felt fantastic.
“Oh, fuck,” Danny groaned, eyes rolling behind his mask. “Oooh, holy hell.”
Fingers dug more tightly into his hips, leaving bruises to accentuate the slow rivulets of blood beginning to run down his outer thighs. The pain mingled deliciously with the heat blooming in his groin, and he swore, “Fucking Christ, big guy, you’re going to make me cum in record time at this rate.”
A dangerous growl rumbled through him, delighting his senses as his nerves lit up at the sensation. More senseless, horny words tumbled past his lips, a constant stream of babbling chatter and moans as he was slowly worked open. That was, all the way up until the Oni suddenly lifted his head with a short snarl.
“Heeey!” Ghostface started to complain, only to be unceremoniously dragged up onto his knees and spun around. A clawed hand gripped his neck, tilting his head back until he was looking up at Kazan’s scowling face.
Wheezing slightly, he croaked, “Aah… Is there… a problem?”
“Too much talking,” he rumbled, thumb pressing into the side of his mask.
“Hey, now!” the smaller Killer started to protest, but his mask was only pushed aside enough to expose his mouth and chin. When he opened it to say something else, he was interrupted by the heavy weight of a cock slapping him across the face. It wasn’t just a tap either, it was a full on smack that nearly knocked his mask the rest of the way off his face.
Completely stunned, Danny found himself at a loss for words for once. That didn’t stop his mouth from dropping open, a small sound of shock leaving him. A clawed thumb caught his bottom lip, tugging his mouth open more before the thick head of the Oni’s cock was filling the void.
Ghostface wasn’t sure much else would actually fit, but Kazan was more than willing to test that idea. Claws dug into his scalp again, holding his head in place as the Oni worked a couple more inches into his mouth. Danny moaned around him, unable to do much of anything else. His arms were still pulled back and the grip on his head kept him from getting off his knees.
He wouldn’t have complained even if he’d been physically able to. His jaw felt stretched to its limit, lips tight and muscles already aching as he was silenced. Fingers flexed against his skull, digging into his hood before pulling him down until he was gagging.
The blunt head of the Oni’s cock pressed against the back of his throat, physically unable to go any further, but still pressing tightly against the barrier anyway. Unable to swallow and with his lips forming a tight seal around Kazan’s shaft, drool pooled under his tongue. Danny’s eyes watered from the strain and lack of oxygen. Fuck, he could choke to death right there and he’d die happy and horny.
Death wasn’t in the cards however. At least, not before the master of the house was done with his would be trespasser. Kazan slowly pulled back, cock dragging between Danny’s lips with a gush of drool. Keeping the tip just inside his mouth, his lips curled in a wicked smile as he gazed down at the half masked Killer.
Ghostface was barely able to get out a muffled, “Hhmmmhh?!” before the heavy, blunt head was slamming into the back of his throat again. It was like a punch in the lungs, and he gagged as he tried to adjust. Before he could, the blockage was gone again and he choked on spit. Even without being able to fit half of his length down Danny’s throat, the Oni seemed content to fuck what little room his mouth provided.
Danny gagged and moaned with every short, sharp thrust. His lungs were on fire and his brain was mush, what little blood he may have had for higher function still busy between his legs. His cock was leaking, small dibbles of pre-cum beading at his tip as he imagined the girth in his mouth in his ass instead.
Tugging at the binding keeping his arms pulled up and over his shoulders, he whined when he wasn’t able to budge. God, he wasn’t used to being the one tied up and used. Quite the opposite in fact. It was new, but it was doing all kinds of really good things for him but… Frank could never know…
Ghostface wasn’t sure if the Oni intended to fuck his mouth until he actually came, or if it was just a form of foreplay. A part of him was morbidly curious to find out if he could swallow it all if he did cum.
Eyes dizzily drifting down a bit, Danny blinked as he took in the sight of his heavy balls. Yeaaah… He’d drown. No doubt about that. But oh, what a way to go that would be.
Kazan finally pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop, leaving him gasping and panting as he tried to catch his breath. His jaw ached, and he gave it an experimental stretch to make sure it wasn’t actually dislocated.
Before he could put his thoughts together enough to make a comment about it, claws were pricking his cheeks as thick fingers squeezed the lower half of his face. Directed to look up at the demon’s fanged grin, he managed a weak smile back, smooshed as it was.
The Oni at least had the decency to straighten his mask for him before shoving him over backwards.
Legs flying up as he landed with a squawk, Danny felt hands grab his ankles. Knees pressed into his chest, he was easily held in place as Kazan used a fraction of his weight and strength to pin him down.
Eyes narrowing, the Oni suddenly smiled again. Releasing one leg, he reached down, coming back with another length of rope. With well practised ease, he quickly had Danny’s legs bound and secured to the harness already criss crossing his torso.
Spread open and immobilized, he could only watch with wide eyes as Kazan finally shed the cloth undergarments he’d been wearing under his armor. Christ, he was huge. Kneeling down over his bound form did nothing to make Danny feel less tiny in comparison, and he squeaked when claws sank into his hips.
Dragged closer, he let out a garbled moan as the head of the Oni’s cock pressed roughly against his hole. It was wetter than he’d expected it to be, but even with the previous attention from Kazan’s tongue, it was going to be a very tight fit.
“Haa, aah, you– you might want to take it sloooooooh! Ohh, fuuuuck!” Ghostface howled, head the only thing he could throw back as the Oni buried himself to the hilt in one hard push. Every muscle in his body twitched and spasmed, ropes keeping him from doing anything beyond that.
Gurgles and croaks escaped from behind Ghostface’s mask as his cock jerked, spilling strings of sticky white across his belly. Head lolling from side to side, he blinked several times before realizing his vision was full of spots.
“Ooooh,” he whined, before a much higher pitched sound left him as the Oni shifted his hips. He hadn’t even pulled out, he’d just readjusted his stance slightly. A low, rumbling laugh made him twitch and babble as it vibrated through him, and he could feel his cock hardening again.
Danny swore he could feel the Oni’s cock nestled between his lungs. Every breath he took only made him more aware of the thick shaft buried inside him, every nerve burning as it stretched him open. Finally managing to get the room to stop spinning, he forced his head up, half convinced he’d be able to see it pushing through his ribs like a baby xenomorph.
“Huuuhhh, fuuuck,” he whined, not quite believing what he was seeing. He could indeed see a distinct bulge but it was in his abdomen, not his chest, thank the Entity. A ragged cry left his lips as the mound slowly sank, Kazan’s cock dragging his soul out with it as he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was left to teasingly keep Ghostface open.
“Ah, ha, ah, I- I’m– I’m not ready!” he babbled, but it was too late. With another deliberately forceful thrust, the Oni was once more balls deep inside his clenching walls.
A low, pleased growl left him, and he began slowly pulling out a few inches before snapping his hips forward again. If not for the claws he’d sunk deep into Danny’s hips, he’d likely have rocketed head first into the wall.
Every movement sent a cacophony of sensations tangling and twisting through Ghostface. Hot streams of blood ran down his hips to pool under his back, skin burning as claws sank through to hold him in place as his body was molded and reshaped around the Oni’s cock. The ropes around his body applied pressure in all the right places, pulling tight across his chest when he’d try to arch his back or squeezing his thighs if he tried to stretch his legs. All of that while the biggest dick he’d ever had the pleasure of having inside him sawed in and out like Kazan was trying to turn his organs into mashed potatoes.
The weight of the Oni’s balls made them slap against his ass with even the shallowest of thrusts, and when his pace began to pick up, it almost felt like he was being spanked. Danny heard himself making sounds he’d never made before, much less thought he was capable of making, but he was no longer in control of his own voice. If he’d had the freedom to move, he doubted he’d have the ability to control his limbs either.
“Much better,” Kazan growled, eyes glowing red.
Danny felt a chill run down his spine, eyes widening as the rivulets of blood flowing down his legs seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, slowly, they began to flow in the opposite direction. Blood wound around Kazan’s fingers, soaking into his deathly pale skin as a red aura began to flicker to life around him. White hair billowing as if caught in a stiff breeze, he let out a snarl as he began thrusting into the bound killer with a fury that bordered on animalistic.
Stars exploded behind Ghostface’s eyes with every snap of the Oni’s hips, body on fire in ways it had never been before. His gut was twisted into a hard knot, cock aching as he teetered on the edge of another orgasm. It was only a matter of time, and only a few hard thrusts later, his entire body shuddered and clenched, a breathless cry clawing its way from his throat.
Kazan pulled him into his final thrusts, head thrown back as he let out a roar that shook the foundations of the house. Ghostface was able to feel each pulse of his cock inside him, heat pooling in his gut.
Gurgling as he struggled to raise his head, he eyed the bulge in his belly for a moment before slurring, “Is this what getting pregnant feels like?”
The Oni didn’t answer, but did pull his claws free from his bruised hips. Danny felt a few gentle tugs at the ropes binding him, then his legs fell from their position against his chest. A pathetic whimper bubbled out of him when Kazan pulled out, and the sound was met with an amused growl.
“Hhhhhnnnnng,” he whined, pulling at his arms again. To his surprise, they actually moved that time, having been released from the knots along his back. They were still bound together, and a length of soft red rope still trailed from his wrists.
Following it with his eyes, he froze when he spotted the end… gripped in one of the Oni’s large hands. Pulled suddenly, his arms were yanked down between his legs as he was rolled onto his chest. Ass up and face down, he felt his ankles being bound together before the length of rope dangling from his wrists was secured to the knot between them.
“Ooh,” he whispered, shivering as claws trailed gently over the curve of his ass.
“Now that you’re warmed up… the real fun can begin…”
That was a warm up?!
Hands grabbed his cheeks, spreading him open wide as cum dripped down his balls. Something smacked against his hole and he jolted as it sent a shock through his body. Whining as the Oni began slowly pressing the head of his dick past his rim again, he silently promised whoever was listening that if he survived, he’d be a lot nicer to Frank the next time he had him tied up. He didn’t mean it, but still. It was the thought that counted, right?
Danny’s fingers and toes curled as the feeling of Kazan’s shaft stretching him open overwhelmed his senses once more. It sank in with ease, cum squelching around it as he ground into him. The heavy weight of his sack pressed against Ghostface’s, and he let out a muffled whimper. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god! Please don’t–
Pulling out without warning, the Oni slammed back into with a sharp snarl. It did nothing to drown out the slap of skin against skin, nor the way he wailed, tears welling up behind his mask. He’d never been topped so aggressively before, and his mind and body were struggling to keep up. It was perfect. It was too much. He never wanted it to end. He was going to fucking die. But oooh, it was so worth it!
Every subsequent snap of his hips pulled a broken cry from his lips, throat raw and nerves on fire as his senses were entirely overwhelmed. The stinging slap against his ass and balls with every thrust, the claws dragging red lines down his back, his shoulders, his ass, his thighs. Deep grunts and growls accompanied every pump, matching his higher pitched cries and whimpers to create a whorish symphony that rang in his ears.
Oooh, he wished he had his camera! He wanted to remember this moment forever. Then again, he didn’t think he’d be able to forget it. Even if his mind turned to dust and his memory failed him, his body would remember the feeling of the Oni reshaping it for his pleasure until the day time itself ended.
Ghostface’s entire body shook with the force of his third orgasm. He didn’t even know he was capable of cumming three times in one go, but there he was. Painting his own hands as they were pulled tightly between his knees.
Clawed hands roamed his body, squeezing and scratching, drawing blood with cuts just shallow enough to avoid actually killing him. A few drops of blood splattered the mattress, combining into a pale pink stain as it mixed with their cum. The majority of the blood seemed to be pulled into the Oni’s body, fueling him and driving him into a near frenzy as he pounded into the bound killer below him.
Danny wasn’t sure how the hell he stayed conscious long enough to feel Kazan cum a second time, but his vision temporarily blacked out, ears ringing and heart pounding in his chest as he shuddered and whimpered.
The relentless rutting finally slowed. A few sharp, shallow thrusts followed, the Oni grinding his full length as deep as it would go into the twitching puddle that Ghostface had been reduced to.
“Hngh… Mmhm… Fu… Fuck,” he managed to wheeze. The only thing keeping him up were the ropes still tightly binding his body and the cock impaling him from ass to eyeballs. That alone probably could have kept him up, actually…
Then, sadly, it was just the ropes, as Kazan pulled out with a short laugh. A hand patted Danny’s tender rump, and he whined pitifully. A few tugs on the ropes had him collapsing into a heap on the bed, unable to hold himself up on his own. Every muscle had turned to jelly. His mind felt thick and syrupy. Hell, even his lungs felt like they’d just wrung out and shoved back into him with as breathless as he’d been left.
It could have been minutes, or it could have been an hour, but he finally became aware of someone dropping something beside his head. Peeling his mask off the mattress, and his face from the inside of his mask, he turned his bleary gaze to find the rest of his uniform in a pile beside him. Thank the Entity. The last thing he needed was to be tossed out of the Realm in nothing but his socks and mask.
Forcing himself into a sitting position, he blushed at the feeling of cum gushing between his tender ass cheeks. Fuck, he needed a shower… And a whole lot of bandaids! Good lord, his ass looked like a scratching post in a cat shelter! His back was no better!
Wincing as he tugged his pants back on, he finally managed to get them zipped up so he could tug on his cloak. Buckling all his belts and straps back into place, he once again looked the perfect picture of a legendary Killer. As long as he didn’t have to move. Or talk. Or stand for more than thirty seconds. Oh, god, he needed to sit down. No, he needed to lie down. Maybe take a nap…
Putting his hands on his lower back in an attempt to stretch and pop his spine, Ghostface just as quickly gave up on that idea. Kazan was already dressed and waiting by the open door, a look that silently told Danny his welcome had expired and it was time to go before he was made to leave…
“Ahha, lovely meeting you,” he croaked, doing his best not to hobble as he made his way to the exit. “I don’t have a… a Realm of my own but… I’m around. If you ever… feel like finding me…”
Kazan watched him with an unreadable expression all the way up until he was beside him. Lips pulling back from his sharp teeth in a wicked smile, he growled, “I’ll keep that in mind…”
Danny paused, about to form a -probably stupid- response, when a hand slapped him on the ass, propelling him out the door and off the porch with an incredibly undignified screech. Staggering to keep his balance, he whipped around, but the doorway was already empty.
“Oooh, I’m going to kill that fucking Survivor,” Ghostface groaned, hobbling towards the edge of the map and back towards the forest. But before that… he needed a long, long nap.
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