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works/464194.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gl'bgolyb/Eridan_Ampora
  Character:
      Eridan_Ampora, Gl'bgolyb
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non_Consensual
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-30 Words: 899
****** Ringlets ******
by dem_horns_(FingerstheZombie)
Notes
     Gl’bgolyb/Eridan blood, Graphic Violence, Graphic Rape, R18, Light
     Gore.
The dead lusus is sucked down into the deep. He didn't need to do shit really
once it hit the surface of the water. But Feferi said that Gl’bgolyb has been
misbehaving, and that was a complete understatement. Feferi looks like shit,
frazzled, nerves frayed and she slips into the darkening depths with ease.
His own lusus shifts wearily but the troll pats him a few times, assuring that
it’ll be fine, and that for now, he’ll just be helping Fef. He’d do anything
for Fef. He wraps his scarf around the seahorse’s neck with a smile and puts
the rings onto his horns and fins, and asks him to hold it for him. With a few
last pats, Eridan slips off and into the water.
It is warm. And it feels good, he considers taking off his shirt but for gog’s
sake he’s in the presence of her lusus. Gills open on his neck, and face and
along his ribs, it feels good; it always feels bad to be out of the water and
so dry. He makes his way along the outer fringes, skirting around the longer
tentacles that sway around. The lusus herself seems to be warmer than the
water.
Feferi is nowhere in sight and he wonders if she’s trying to calm down the
lusus anymore. Gl’bgolyb’s appendages seem agitated. One of manages to hit him
and then he’s against her, and then up as another wraps around his throat and
draws him closer. The thick suckers on it are serrated and they bite against
his neck and he can see his blood start to cloud about.
Clawed hands stop just shy of clawing at the beast, more of the thick
appendages curling around him- his legs and pulling and tearing into him
despite his clothing. They stick quick and deep, the hooked edges keeping him
close. He has the oddest sensation of being tucked against her in a skittering
mass of tendrils.
She’s murmuring, and for once he can hear her fevered words, dripping oily mess
of heretic- scream. So loud since he’s too close now. Every spot she touches
burns as each of her arms are still writhing and reaching, the wounds
continuously expanded, stretched and marred. Eridan can only let out low whines
of pain, his neck constricted, words tumbling out to disjointed sounds.
There’s so much of his blood blooming around he can’t see too well any more.
Something thinner than the rest starts to curl around his thigh, he only
notices it because it doesn't tear through and hurt. It’s smaller, about as
thick as two of his fingers side by side and he manages to glimpse it, the
suckers are smaller and more abundant, more rows, it’s blunt and then the angle
of his neck hurts too much to keep doing that and he leans back again.
The thought of dying here, pinned against Gl’bgolyb enters his mind again and
he starts to struggle. It doesn't last very long. Exhaustion has kicked in and
it gnaws at his muscles in sharp pangs of pain. A wriggling appendage on his
groin adds a bout of shame and humiliation to his struggles. It’s incredibly
stupid but it makes the fear jolt in his stomach and he wants to puke because
it tries to fuck himthrough his fucking pants and oh gog no that isn't going to
fucking happen to him.
He won’t cry. He can’t and his sides burn, and then he’s trying to throw it off
of him because fuck that shit. And his throat feels like it might just collapse
under the arm around any second now. The smaller tendril curls against whatever
it finds and it finds his pants and it worms up up and up and against his skin
and he shakes and pulls but it only makes the cloudy water cloudier.
Despite all his efforts it works into his pants and the rest ungulates in
after, too soon and he whines and tries to scream but there isn't enough water.
He grinds his teeth, the tendril fitting neatly between his underwear and his
nook, the little suckers making it stick to his flesh and he feels it separate
and spread and start to wriggle into the new space.
He sucks in as much water as he can, and tries to get free, but the arms hardly
budge an inch. It presses into him until it’s against all of his nook and it
slowly curls at the end and tries to push into his seedflap but it’s too
fucking stupid and big and he strains to move, to do anything to make it stop.
It uncurls and the very tip of it starts to press in.
Agonizingly slow the appendage’s underside clings to the inside of his
seedflap, crawling upwards and making him itch terribly. Eridan clenches hard
and tries to push it out but that doesn't work, simply makes everything speed
up. It’s slippery and the suckers cling and don’t cling, grabbing and then
slipping off and plunging in further in a single quick movement.
A yelp worries out of his throat, small and quiet in the din of pain biting
sharply at his body like dull little stones thrown at the side of a cliff.
There seems to be no end to the tentacle slowly pulsing in his seedflap. Eridan
feels himself slowly slip into.
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