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Nightmare thought that sooner was better, so the next day, Red stood in Nightmare"s bedroom, anxious but excited. They were alone in the castle, as everyone else had went to a surface AU known as “Farmtale” to get out of the blast zone (so to speak). They didn"t anticipate any damage, but it was good to minimise the risk. Even though Nightmare had control over himself, and they knew the others wouldn"t interrupt, they couldn"t risk something happening because of the Judge or from himself.
Red was given specific instructions: come in minimal clothing with his ecto summoned. Nightmare would put him to sleep until he was done with the Judge, and when Red awoke, he must keep his eye-sockets closed until Nightmare told him otherwise. If he opened them, Nightmare wasn"t sure what would happen. Red had agreed and chosen ‘reset’ as his safeword.
When he was ready, he nodded at Nightmare and closed his eye-sockets. The god carefully wrapped Red in his tentacles, cradling him, before forcing him to sleep. With Red in his hold, Nightmare gently took his Soul in hand, nudging his way through it to search for the Judge. When he found it, Nightmare pulled it forward, relaxing his form as he did so. The room darkened and his boundaries melded into the shadows, a mass of tentacles emerged from the floor, ready and eager to strike. He placed Red"s Soul back in his chest and waited.
The Judge opened its borrowed eye-sockets. Despite the tight hold it was in, it didn"t struggle as it awoke. Its yellow eye-light landed on Nightmare, in his incomprehensible glory. The being in front of it didn"t have a traditional Soul, and no LV. It looked around the room, but didn"t find any sign of anyone else. It frowned. “Why did you bring me forward if there is no one to judge?” It asked.
“ It is time for you to move on to a new vessel ,” Nightmare’s voice echoed in the Judge"s borrowed skull.
Its frown deepened. “I refuse,” it said.
Nightmare smiled. Then he expanded, loosening his form more to encompass the entire room, creating a blackout. His tendrils tightened their grip on the Judge. The borrowed rib cage expanded and contracted rapidly with breath, and Nightmare could taste a bitter sweetness he knew all too well.
Fear.
The Judge had a self-preservation instinct.
He decided to give it one more chance. “ I will tell you one more time. Leave this vessel now, or I will be forced to take matters into my own hands ,” Nightmare demanded. The willful little thing in his grasp began to struggle as it frowned. A small spark of spicy defiance bloomed within. Apparently its self-preservation instinct wasn"t that strong.
“No,” The Judge said. “I will not move until this vessel passes.” It winced as Nightmare tightened his grip around the Judge"s borrowed body, making its ribs creak. Not enough to break, but enough to bruise and enough to frighten. The waves of fear coming from the Judge were tasty enough to almost make Nightmare forget the next steps of the plan. Almost. With a large grin that extended far beyond the boundaries of his skull, Nightmare flexed, ripping Red"s clothes into shreds.
The Judge froze, confused. The look on its face was almost pitiable. The tentacles that weren"t busy holding the Judge still jumped into action. Nightmare manoeuvred it around, raising it off the ground and spreading its legs and baring Red"s cock and cute little pussy to him. Small tendrils reached up from the ground and the walls, pressing into both sensitive areas and coaxing them to life.
Another tentacle wrapped around the Judge"s borrowed neck, choking the leylines for a few moments before releasing to let it breathe. Nightmare repeated the action again, revelling in the fear and disgust it rewarded him with, before settling on a grip that was tight enough to be on the verge of uncomfortable. Its arms and legs were held in the same tight grip, ensuring that the Judge could not escape physically.
Nightmare forced himself to slow down, despite the feast before him. He needed to scare the Judge away without crossing Red"s boundaries. Although he had told the god that he was fine with pain, Nightmare didn"t want to cross that thin line into something unacceptable. What he did so far seemed to be the perfect amount, as Red"s cock throbbed under his touch and his cunt leaked sweet magic onto the shadows covering the ground.
When he was sure that Red"s body was ready, Nightmare spoke again. “ This is your last chance, little Judge ,” he taunted the creature. A large tentacle, thicker than most, rubbed against Red"s cunt, slicking itself in his wetness in preparation.
The Judge looked down in horror. “Wait, stop!” It tried to struggle against its bonds to no avail. Nightmare pushed in, laughing. Red"s magic opened to him greedily and the Judge screamed.
Nightmare’s pace was punishing, his tentacle throbbed with each cry from the Judge as it begged for the god to stop. Red’s cock bounced with each thrust, already leaking precum. Each tendril and tentacle that wasn"t busy holding or fucking Red"s body carressed his bones and ecto, enveloping his body and overwhelming the Judge"s senses.
Suddenly, Red"s body went limp, his eye-socket dark. The Judge wasn"t made for this purpose, and the dark being before it filled it with an uneasy dread when it thought about judging him. Left with no recourse, it retreated towards Red"s Soul. The god holding it hostage laughed cruelly.
“ I warned you, little Judge ,” Nightmare grinned, each mouth smiling in concert. “ You will not escape my grasp through his Soul, since it belongs to me .” His tendrils squirmed into Red"s ribcage, encroaching on his Soul. The Judge"s fear spiked, then disappeared entirely as Nightmare grasped Red’s Soul once more.
Nightmare quickly but carefully prodded Red’s Soul, searching for any trace of the Judge that lingered, but he couldn’t find any. He grinned. The Judge was gone. Red’s Soul was free from its taint. Before he could celebrate, Red began to thrash in his hold, confusion and fear filling Nightmare’s senses.
He quickly wound a tentacle around Red’s skull, ensuring that no matter what happened, Red wouldn’t witness his unveiled form. He stopped all other forms of movements from himself. Just because Red consented before didn’t mean he wanted this to continue now that he was awake. The fear Nightmare felt didn’t assuage his concerns. He gently nudged Red’s mind, prodding him to respond.
When Red woke up, he couldn’t remember where he was or what he was doing. He was restrained tightly, and something was shoved into his cunt. Something covered his eye-sockets and Red started to hyperventilate. Besides the violations in his pelvis, Red’s skull swam. Something was in his head.
The word ‘reset’ came to his mind, and a rush of memories came with it. Red relaxed into what he knew now was Nightmare’s hold. Right, they came up with this plan to get rid of the Judge. He was awake now, so did that mean…?
“it’s gone?” His voice was raspy, like he had been crying or screaming.
“ Yes ,” Nightmare said, and Red felt like he could sob with relief. The god moved, his tentacles beginning to retract from Red’s body. The motion caused them to drag against his summoned ecto, causing Red to moan.
“‘m good!” He gasped out. He tried to buck his hips into the tentacles, but he was being held too tightly. Red’s skull swam, every part of him ached with need. “please, don’t ah don’t stop!” He thought he would die if Nightmare didn’t make him cum, a gnawing pain filled his Soul.
His god graciously listened to his pleas. A rumbling laugh came from all around him. “ Of course, ” Nightmare cooed. “ Relax, and I will give you everything. ” Nightmare thrust his tentacle back in, slowly, ensuring that no pain could come from the large appendage. Despite how he wanted to tense around it and buck into it, Red did as he was told and relaxed into the feeling, letting Nightmare use him as he saw fit.
“ Good boy ,” Nightmare’s approval made Red shudder. His grip on Red’s body was looser than before, but still strong enough to hold Red steady. The tentacles and tendrils caressed his bones, flicking against spots that ached enough that Red knew were bruises in a tender apology. Another curled around his cock, teasing the head with every thrust.
The tendrils still inside of his rib cage gently flicked against the edges of Red’s Soul, the tender Intent pouring off of Nightmare and into him was palpable. It didn’t take long for Red to cum, sobbing as he did. His god slowly worked him through it, each thrust and movement meant to soothe and ease him down from his peak.
When Red finally caught his breath, everything hit him at once. He was exhausted, and his bones rattled and shook. Tears still pricked at his eye-sockets and he was sure he was a sad sight to see. If Nightmare was disgusted with what he saw, he didn’t say. The god’s tentacles caressed his face.
“ Rest now ,” Nightmare said. His voice still reverberated from every angle. “ You need to recover now that the parasite is gone .”
Red closed his eye-sockets and fell into sleep almost instantly.