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Fighting Rhulk is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. As a Guardian, fighting the impossible and unbelievable just comes with the territory. Daily, you find yourself thrust into situations that laugh in the face of mortality and push your body to the limits from what your Light can mend. Still, Rhulk defies all that. It is a sort of dampener on your pride when you fall before him, again, and you crack open your eyes to peer at his shadow high over you.
"Slow, weak, a pathetic display considering the show your fireteam has put on for me once before. I was hoping for more… vigor."
The disciple descends from the ceiling, unfolding from the shining crimson glow like an arachnid on an iridescent strand. He plunges through the dark like a red spear. Rhulk towers, even with little for him to cast in shadow except a single Guardian, such is yourself. His size and power swallows the air. He is weightless and graceful but the moment his feet touch the floor, his presence becomes a singularity: the pressure of the room expands and centers itself around him like a personal gravity. The floor shakes beneath his feet.
"And this is what claims to be above the gift my Witness offers… pitiful.”
Your chest aches when you talk but you project your voice as loud as you can anyways, “Rematch!”
"It bargains! What impudence." Rhulk's long gait pulls him forward, slow and measured towards you. “Picking your bones from my teeth will be a pleasure.”
You smirk crooked. “Didn’t know you even had a mouth to consume me with, apostle.”
“Do you think such an act is above me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Rhulk's form flutters and shifts like a breathing organism wrapped around his form. He contorts with the movements, flexing his body alive. The energy crawls up his long expanse of leg, moving over his torso until it touches his arched neck. The ripples of his flesh split and part, unfolding and falling away like petals. They recede back into whatever organic matter composes him and when the grand display is done, all that has been left to change is the lower half of his visage is revealed.
His mouth is a thin line carved into the stone of his face that splits to reveal rows of perfect white points. They glint like a mouthful of broken glass and promise the same sort of sharp, messy end if one were to fall upon them. It contorts, teeth grinding over each other, until it feigns a wide grin.
"Satisfied, little lamb?"
You swallow hard. The answer is obscenely yes but you can't say that. He knows it anyways, smells the excitement in the sweat on your skin, and it seems like his patience is at an end. No more exchanging of snark and thinly veiled threats-
Now was the time to eat.
You yelp as he grabs you, carrying you as easily as the glaive he wields in combat. You reach out and he lets you latch onto him, pressing your face into the creases of his neck, inhaling the scent of blood and ozone that wafts from his form. A claw curls under your chin to crane your face up towards his as he sits heavily down onto his throne, a blackened thing made of gnarled vines and thorns.
“I will teach you a lesson in futility.”
Your expression softens as confusion comes over you but things move too quickly to process. His teeth destroy your armor like it is nothing, glimpsing over your skin enough to leave you frozen in fear of a more piercing mistake, before he begins to position you on his lap. You can see between his legs the way his form shifts to give life to something new, something that sends your brain screeching into total primal need. Before, he has always been accommodating to your small size in comparison to his but now…
“T-there is no way this is going to fit!” You find yourself pleading in a half whisper, voice catching on the last syllable as your thighs are pressed further into your chest. He’s folded you almost entirely in half now and it only involved Rhulk’s one hand to do so, the length of his second finger able to perfectly tuck underneath your knees while the rest of his hand cradled you still. Your head flings back, hair sticking to your forehead, gasping for shallow breaths as your vision becomes only red and shadow. Above you, surrounding you, you feel the vibrations of an amused hum.
“A problem you did not have when you first found your way into my domain. Has the Traveler’s child found itself a morsel of regret?”
Before you could scrounge together enough dignity to snap a response, the slick length of Rhulk’s cockhead teased at your hole again, cutting your words off as you shuddered. Even just the barest glimpse of the flesh left you unable to do little else but moan and squirm. Your cock was rigid and nearly as red now as the disciple who held you in his grasp. Hours and hours of meticulous teasing, combat, more teasing, a stubborn and selfish dance tended to leave you this way. The frustration was starting to drive you mad and only now did the fear of certain death have you slightly willing to rethink your desperation.
That was not true. Rhulk did so enjoy his subjugation. It did not bother him that he was made to repeat his lessons to you, over and over again. If you perished, he would simply wait for the Light to pump it’s way back into your body and start again. Your time here would not be final- if it was, what would amuse him in his sealed chambers?
“I-I’m serious, fuck, that thing is almost as big as I am!” Even saying the words out loud was turning you on and sending sharp pricks of pleasure up your navel. You try to adjust but the grip swallowing you tightens.
“You have already succumbed to the Deep, little boy. The time for lamentations is over. Struggle or submit- it will make no difference to me now. I will have what I desire- as will you.”
A blast of humid air warms the backs of your ears and you gasp. You could feel a long, serpentine tongue unfurl and draw a wet line across your spine. Precum pearled at your cock slit at the sensation.
“Don’t you trust me, Traveler’s lamb?”
It was evident the sadistic glee he was feeling was contributing to the stiffness of his member that was still waiting patiently against your ass. You swallow hard and force your body to go limp in the grip holding you, ordering your tense muscles to release. Rhulk’s tongue folded back into his shark toothed maw and you could see the smile he wore behind your eyelids when they fluttered shut. He felt your submission in every inch of your being and hissed with excitement.
"Submit. Embrace the meaningless end I bring you. Submit for your pleasure and nothing more. Submit to feeling ecstasy before the long night."
Tight in the grip of the disciple, you are brought down onto his cock length. The pain is blinding at first- you whimper and gnash your teeth, fumbling with your hands to drag your nails into the leathery flesh of your dominator. You keep your eyes shut tightly, drinking in the darkness there, tethering yourself to it as you felt like your body was driven in twain. Every inch of your insides, every part of you, was invaded by Rhulk’s massive cock. It was all you could feel, all your mind could race around, as with an eventual pop his cock head was forced inside. The pain flared white hot… and then subsided to a dull roar that pounded with your heartbeat.
“Sink…”
A subtle shift of Rhulk’s body coiled him around you, wrapping closer, bringing you in closer. You could feel the pulse of life from his throbbing cock, sending reverberations up inside of you. Every errant twitch left you breathless and choking for mercy.
“I feel the way your body yearns, splits apart at the seams for me. Your kind makes such wonderful vessels of pleasure. All soft flesh and sweet sounds…”
His voice, always teetering on the edge of a snarl, rebounds everywhere- around you, in your mind, from within your very Light. His hips, the throne where you partially rest, move fluidly. You only can sense the movement from the way his skin ruts against your ass- your nerves have shut down entirely to allow him entry as much as he could physically force. The pain melts away, bringing numbness and slowly, achingly, a deep murmur of pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It comes from deep within, seeping out from your bones and slowly filling your mind with fog. It is torture. It is euphoria. It is unending.
A sharp thrust causes your cock to bounce and you sob needily at the sensation, forcibly reminded of it’s neglect. The pleasure mounts but there is no release. Your body remains numb even as your mind, your essence becomes ravaged with arousal previously unknown. At some point, you’ve begun to beg, drooling onto yourself. You can barely hear your voice break and plead from the blood rushing in your ears.
“Have patience. Your time will come.” He grunts short in his throat as he forces himself deeper, deep enough you can feel your stomach bulge against your folded legs. He chuckles darkly. “I admire your tenacity, really. And I will enjoy what remains from your hubris.”
As his hips resume their typical thrusts and you feel the way his abdomen dances with uneven breathing, it occurs to you how much of an object you’ve become for Rhulk in this moment. He holds you in his hand like a toy and uses your hole as one as well. It fills you with a curdling shame and a thrill you keep secret deep inside. The pleasure climbs up your spine, one vertebrae at a time, growing like a fire from within. Time loses its meaning and you only know of its progress but the way your belly burns.
“Shit, shit, Rhulk, I’m going to cum, please…”
With a final throb of your cock, you can take no more and you begin to cum with a long gasp. Cum splatters up across your chest and drips down your torso, still bouncing with every thrust. Your body seizes, trying to diminish the intense pleasure, squeezing, but the pressing weight within you and your tired muscles go limp again. His fingers moves and you howl as his skin rubs across your still cumming cock.
His grip tightens.
"Again. More. Drown in it."
He isn’t stopping. Oh gods, he isn’t stopping. Soon, the pleasure tapers off to a sore warmth but it quickly begins to mount again, especially when he moves faster. Harder. Your over-stimulated cock twinges with pain and need and it’s far too good, far too soon.
“R-Rhulk, fuck, w-wait, I-!”
"DROWN."
You cum again with a strained shout, voice breaking and raw from exertion. The force makes your stomach clench and you must make a nice tight coil around his cock; Rhulk can not help but shudder and break the rhythm of his hips movements. But still, he does not stop. Your body screams for mercy, relief, burning alive. Every touch is pain and every ounce of pain is pleasure.
"Break your mind upon the shores of euphoria. Your tolerance for pain can no longer give you respite. DROWN."
Cumming again. Again. Your vision is nothing but popping flashes of red and black. Your throat seals itself in a silent yell and whatever fight may have been left in you is eradicated. Tears run down your face in desperate streams. The pleasure is maddening, intoxicating, leaving you drunk and broken. Your mind begins to split and drift as you succumb to the eternal feeling, resigning your body to being nothing more than a sex toy, as worthwhile as a piece of plastic.
Were it not for the force, you might have not roused from your stupor for some time. But when Rhulk grunts deeply and freezes, you feel him cum. You moan low in your chest at the sensation, feeling as the majority of cum drains out of you and down his cock. You are grinning, slack jawed and full to bursting. When his cock fully withdraws from you, you can feel the Light like a shot of adrenaline to your heart. It races and mends things broken, things torn, things you had graciously saved yourself from feeling to make way for what truly mattered most.
The hand drops you and you grunt in relief, immediately twisting and writhing to crack your joints, falling limp against his thigh once done. A claw gently traces your body’s dips and curves with something like reverence.
“Give thanks, child.”
You nuzzle your face into the flesh of his thigh further, lips trembling as you run your tongue over them and speak from the heart:
“Thank you, my subjugator.”