Categories > Games > Shadow Hearts: Covenant
He wakes up and knows he's still dreaming. It's dark, and he can't remember where he is, what he's doing. He was fighting something...wasn't he? It was terribly important, and he knows he should remember, but it's all hazy, all dark like everything around him. Black like deep night in the middle of nowhere. Black like the top of a tower in a vampire's castle. Black like despair. Black like a void, a hole left from something he's lost and forgotten....
It's dark, and there's something out there. Something alien and itchingly familiar, and he's not sure whether it's friend or foe. He tries to look around, to get his bearings, but he can't find the floor, or a wall, just the infinite space around him. It's disorienting, pisses him off, and he flails, trying not to panic and starting to fail until someone takes his hand. He clings without thinking, scrabbling and wrapping his fingers around a strong wrist, groping with his other hand for the rest of the person. There's a chuckle, not entirely kind, and a shoulder appears under his searching hand. Something seems to tingle up his arms from the contact. It reminds him of something...something important...something else used to feel like this, like his soul is bending....
What do you want? The voice is soul-deep, dark and amused. Insistent. What do you want?
Want...? Yuri remembers wanting. There was...there was something he wanted, wasn't there? Something he needed to find? Something important...the memory is slightly out of reach, a key just beyond his fingertips. I...
Another chuckle. A hand on his shoulder. Another on his hip. All without the gut feeling of a physical presence in front of him, as if the flesh under his hands, pressing against his own is mere illusion. Something created to fool his senses. Or maybe something being built right there, in front of him, piece by piece. Yuri focuses, feeling the power in the thick wrist, the bunch of muscle covered in something smooth and cool, like leather, and there is another sound, a pleased one this time. Aaaah, yessssss.... Yesss....
The sound shudders through him, fingernails on slate, but still he clings. I want....
Yes? What do you want, Harmonixer? The whisper is close, close enough to feel warm breath against his ear, the voice deep and male and familiar. Fingers slide over his hip, down his thigh, not entirely innocent, but he isn't alarmed, as if maybe this isn't his real body, maybe this isn't what it seems. A tongue traces the outside of his ear and even if this isn't real, it makes him shiver, something in his soul crying out, not knowing what this person, this thing, this presence is, but knowing that he WANTS it, NEEDS it--
Sssss, yesssss.... Teeth dig into his shoulder, and the leather under his palm changes to hot skin. His palms spasm as the first jolt of power slams into him, pouring in and spreading through his body like ink in water. It is like...like FUSING, but it's never been like this before. This is something new, something different from even the darkness of the Emperor or the others.... The hands stroke more of that dark energy into him, pushing it in through his skin, and it feels GOOD. Good like nothing he can remember, satisfying but enflaming all at once, like a hunger being fed but going on and on and on....
He might have moaned, might have screamed, pulling the other closer, delirious, and hot skin presses against his own, chest to chest. Arms circle his body, strong and confining. A hot mouth presses to his throat, gnawing as if it wants to devour him. He thrashes, biting, but doesn't let go, CAN'T let go, the taste of salt skin on his tongue, his hands clawing down a muscled back. There is a hiss, of pleasure or pain or both, and a knee presses his legs apart. He fights that, too, until he realizes that he wants it, half-drunk on the fire that pulses between them. Want, want, WANT....
Yesss...let me in, Harmonixer...--/a shift between them--/...Yuri.../--a stroke of a hand along the side of his face, down his chest--/...I'll give you anything you want.../--the feel of hipbones against his inner thighs--/...bleed for you...kill for you.../--claws drawing thin lines of pain along his belly, making his breath catch--/...if you'll just let..../--a curl of fingers around his hard cock--/...me.../--the press of a body spreading him open--/...IN!
The other thrusts, and he screams at the penetration, body bowing helplessly. It burns, it hurts, it feels better than anything ever has or ever will again, a thousand suns exploding inside him until he's not sure that his body hasn't completely burned away from the power of it. He can FEEL his soul rippling, shifting, changing, TAKING IT, and suddenly everything snaps into place, the hunger not something outside him, not overwhelming him, not alien but inside him and burning its way out again only to thrust back IN. The other--/Nox. My name is Nox/--is still there in the darkness, pumping into him in a way that shouldn't be possible, the Graveyard isn't LIKE this--/Things have changed, pretty boy/--but he doesn't want to fight free, not when each thrust sparks hot tingly LIFE all the way up his spine--/Feels good doesn't it?/-- and it's like breathing again after being underwater, finally getting something he didn't even know he was missing....
Fuck yessss.... He gasps, panting, lying there and taking each thrust, feeling the body between his knees, the mouth biting at his nipples, the tongue sliding over his collarbone, the hands on his hips, the claws pricking his skin, pulling him roughly into each thrust, thick cock splitting him, hard and fast. He claws at Nox's skin, feels wet blood under his fingers, and Nox laughs, bites him, breaking skin, and Yuri comes, screaming as he's fucked savagely through a pleasure that goes on and on and on.
The darkness falls away. He opens his eyes, in the dream, and gets a glimpse of his own features above him, drawn in white hair, chalk-white skin, red eyes, a familiar smirk stained red with blood, a familiar laugh in his own voice. A claw traces his cheek, and the dream shatters, dumping him back into the quiet forest night, gasping, cursing, head pounding, his soul breathing in the darkness between the stars.
~End
It's dark, and there's something out there. Something alien and itchingly familiar, and he's not sure whether it's friend or foe. He tries to look around, to get his bearings, but he can't find the floor, or a wall, just the infinite space around him. It's disorienting, pisses him off, and he flails, trying not to panic and starting to fail until someone takes his hand. He clings without thinking, scrabbling and wrapping his fingers around a strong wrist, groping with his other hand for the rest of the person. There's a chuckle, not entirely kind, and a shoulder appears under his searching hand. Something seems to tingle up his arms from the contact. It reminds him of something...something important...something else used to feel like this, like his soul is bending....
What do you want? The voice is soul-deep, dark and amused. Insistent. What do you want?
Want...? Yuri remembers wanting. There was...there was something he wanted, wasn't there? Something he needed to find? Something important...the memory is slightly out of reach, a key just beyond his fingertips. I...
Another chuckle. A hand on his shoulder. Another on his hip. All without the gut feeling of a physical presence in front of him, as if the flesh under his hands, pressing against his own is mere illusion. Something created to fool his senses. Or maybe something being built right there, in front of him, piece by piece. Yuri focuses, feeling the power in the thick wrist, the bunch of muscle covered in something smooth and cool, like leather, and there is another sound, a pleased one this time. Aaaah, yessssss.... Yesss....
The sound shudders through him, fingernails on slate, but still he clings. I want....
Yes? What do you want, Harmonixer? The whisper is close, close enough to feel warm breath against his ear, the voice deep and male and familiar. Fingers slide over his hip, down his thigh, not entirely innocent, but he isn't alarmed, as if maybe this isn't his real body, maybe this isn't what it seems. A tongue traces the outside of his ear and even if this isn't real, it makes him shiver, something in his soul crying out, not knowing what this person, this thing, this presence is, but knowing that he WANTS it, NEEDS it--
Sssss, yesssss.... Teeth dig into his shoulder, and the leather under his palm changes to hot skin. His palms spasm as the first jolt of power slams into him, pouring in and spreading through his body like ink in water. It is like...like FUSING, but it's never been like this before. This is something new, something different from even the darkness of the Emperor or the others.... The hands stroke more of that dark energy into him, pushing it in through his skin, and it feels GOOD. Good like nothing he can remember, satisfying but enflaming all at once, like a hunger being fed but going on and on and on....
He might have moaned, might have screamed, pulling the other closer, delirious, and hot skin presses against his own, chest to chest. Arms circle his body, strong and confining. A hot mouth presses to his throat, gnawing as if it wants to devour him. He thrashes, biting, but doesn't let go, CAN'T let go, the taste of salt skin on his tongue, his hands clawing down a muscled back. There is a hiss, of pleasure or pain or both, and a knee presses his legs apart. He fights that, too, until he realizes that he wants it, half-drunk on the fire that pulses between them. Want, want, WANT....
Yesss...let me in, Harmonixer...--/a shift between them--/...Yuri.../--a stroke of a hand along the side of his face, down his chest--/...I'll give you anything you want.../--the feel of hipbones against his inner thighs--/...bleed for you...kill for you.../--claws drawing thin lines of pain along his belly, making his breath catch--/...if you'll just let..../--a curl of fingers around his hard cock--/...me.../--the press of a body spreading him open--/...IN!
The other thrusts, and he screams at the penetration, body bowing helplessly. It burns, it hurts, it feels better than anything ever has or ever will again, a thousand suns exploding inside him until he's not sure that his body hasn't completely burned away from the power of it. He can FEEL his soul rippling, shifting, changing, TAKING IT, and suddenly everything snaps into place, the hunger not something outside him, not overwhelming him, not alien but inside him and burning its way out again only to thrust back IN. The other--/Nox. My name is Nox/--is still there in the darkness, pumping into him in a way that shouldn't be possible, the Graveyard isn't LIKE this--/Things have changed, pretty boy/--but he doesn't want to fight free, not when each thrust sparks hot tingly LIFE all the way up his spine--/Feels good doesn't it?/-- and it's like breathing again after being underwater, finally getting something he didn't even know he was missing....
Fuck yessss.... He gasps, panting, lying there and taking each thrust, feeling the body between his knees, the mouth biting at his nipples, the tongue sliding over his collarbone, the hands on his hips, the claws pricking his skin, pulling him roughly into each thrust, thick cock splitting him, hard and fast. He claws at Nox's skin, feels wet blood under his fingers, and Nox laughs, bites him, breaking skin, and Yuri comes, screaming as he's fucked savagely through a pleasure that goes on and on and on.
The darkness falls away. He opens his eyes, in the dream, and gets a glimpse of his own features above him, drawn in white hair, chalk-white skin, red eyes, a familiar smirk stained red with blood, a familiar laugh in his own voice. A claw traces his cheek, and the dream shatters, dumping him back into the quiet forest night, gasping, cursing, head pounding, his soul breathing in the darkness between the stars.
~End
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