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Kyle didn’t know exactly how he got here. A fight, of course, it was always a fight, but he cannot piece together how it all happened in order. The way the water stung at his lungs and filled his sinuses was enough to cancel out any thought he had other than struggling to survive. His own smaller hands clawed desperately at the larger ones gripping his black hair, pushing his head deeper into the murky, salty water. Right.
Their fight had ended up with them crashed into a beach of sorts. Was this still Coast City even? Kyle didn’t care. He couldn’t. Each new wave of foam and ocean water stung at the cuts and bruises, filling his teeth with bubbles and small minerals. Whenever the wave would lower, crash out, Parallax would lift his head high above the lowwater and tighten her free hand around his neck. She would laugh.
The way his body was tired out, barely spasming against her own as his fists weakly beat into her arm. It felt so good. “Look at you, trying so desperately. Are you scared, Rayner? Do you feel the water sloshing in your lungs? Do your eyes feel heavy?”
It was clear Parallax was getting a rise out of this, her body shivered with satisfaction as her freehand became more adventurous. It traveled down Kyle’s neck to his clavicle, caressing his chest and settling right above his pelvis, then once more his head was forced down and the water came crashing in.
He didn’t get a chance to breathe, no way he could have possibly prepared for the forceful entrance of the sea. This wave felt like it went on forever, and he could feel it, Parallax pressed against his back, using her own strength to connect his hips to her own. It was a shiver, ice cold from skull to tail. He didn’t know if it came from the physical contact of a fear parasite, or if the icy chill of the november ocean was once again shocking his system, but it traveled to his stomach and once Kyle’s head was again free of a salty prison he felt the soured saliva pour from his lips.
There was no way he could get out the words he wanted, not only was he beaten half to death with very clear internal bleeding and broken bones, but the salt had stung his throat and made him completely hoarse. He couldn’t even manage a whimper of warning before the contents of his stomach forcefully sputtered from his mouth and into the crashing water, pouring down his chin and retching his body violently. It was a macabre mix of ocean, blood, bile, and whatever he had eaten just a few hours before.
This shouldn’t have done the job, maybe it was the way Kyle’s muscles strained, or the way his breath was ragged and desperate, but Parallax felt the pleasure rip through her body. A needy whine escaping her lips as she held the vomiting figure impossibly closer, which was nothing but pain for Kyle.
As he tried, key word tried, to gain some of his bearings with the little time of peace he had, his nerves were once again shot with the feeling of teeth on his neck. Sharp, jagged teeth of a demon nibbling at his skin. It was anywhere between painful and pleasurable, and if he didn’t feel like he were dying he’d probably be reveling in the fact the body of his mentor he’d been in love with for so long was touching him. But this wasn’t Hal, this was Parallax, a parasite using this host to harm. And if this was so wrong, why could Kyle feel that heat forming in his core?
Short breaths squeezed through his throat as she touched him more, rougher, lapping at the nape of his neck with a hand between his thighs playing with the sensitive flesh through his skin-tight suit. Just a moment ago he was on the brink of dying, but this contact brought a whole new death to the table. Kyle’s nails were clawing at her wrists for an entirely different reason, feeling Parallax grind into his ass as his thighs shook and his hips shivered. Her fingers working skillfully to circle his definitely by now swollen clit, stimulation so hot to the touch that the previous chill of the ocean had now entirely left his body.
Even as his head was once again pushed under the water, gasping up the pollution and sand, the stimulation continued, and Kyle couldn’t find it in himself to fight for it to stop. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen getting to his head, but there was no hope of getting out of this alive. Might as well enjoy it to the extent he could.
Parallax was practically drooling, the sight of him so small at her mercy, back arching and body shaking as he drowned by her hand. It did things to a woman. The fun didn’t last much longer, after a violent spasm, Kyle’s body eventually went limp in the waves. Holding him further under for good measure, Parallax ripped him from the water and brought his face to hers. Staring at his peacefully closed eyes, she pressed her lips to his slightly agape mouth, and tossed his lifeless body onto the wet sand.
Dusting her hands, she left with no other regards. There was work to do.