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The rain poured heavy on the windows of their shared home. Mob realized Verity must've changed the weather so he'd stay inside.
"Verity," Mob said from the doorway, voice muffled by the fabric wrapped around his face. "You’ve been standing there for twenty minutes.. and you're not very good at staying hidden."
Verity's floating face tilted towards Mob, an unreadable expression crossing his face. He'd been keeping an eye on Mob ever since he'd.. changed. He really hated how that happened. Verity cherishes Mob, Mob is his possession and he'd never forgive himself if he'd gotten hurt just like the others had.
As the thunder crashed, Mob's expression still remained exactly that, still. It was like he'd forgotten Verity had shapeshifted into something horrifying, something that almost tore him limb from limb. Almost.
Verity's floating head twitched, before the rest of his body shifted, the grey suit rustling as he took a step forward. His pointy fingers flexed, like he was resisting the urge to grab Mob by the shoulders and shake him until he showed *something*. Anything.
"You're not scared?" Verity said, voice low, almost confused. He was supposed to be all knowing, but his human made him confused.
Mob exhaled, slow & deliberate, before answering. "No," he admitted. "Should I be?"
Verity's smile flickered, his fingers twitched again, this time brushing against the fabric of Mob's sleeve- too close, but still not quite touching.
"You should be," Verity grumbled, the words curling around Mob. "I could tear this place apart. I could--"
His voice hitched, the sentence collapsing into nothing. Mob didn't flinch. Instead, he tilted his head, the old him would've been screaming at him to run.
"You won't," Mob said simply, as if stating the time. He reached up, slowly, and tugged the fabric down from his mouth just enough to reveal the curve of his lips. Not quite a smile, again, nothing Verity could go off of. Not quite anything. Verity's head jerked back like he'd been struck by the player infront of himself.
"You're mine Mob.." Verity said, but the words came out softer than he intended, different than how he'd screamed it barely a week prior.
Mob's face contorted finally into a smirk. "Doesn't sound like you mean it, Verity, thought you knew everything?" He'd ended up mocking. The tone alone made Verity lost in his thought, the entity hesitating before picking up on the mock.
"I do- What are you trying to get at Mob?" It's smile fell. Nothing concerning, yet, just confusion.
Mob exhaled through his nose, the fabric fluttering slightly.
"You keep saying I'm yours," he said, fingers lingering near the edge of his mask, "but you don’t act like it."
His voice was low and obviously, he hadn't noticed this before, but a red blush had spread between his cheeks and stopped where his face bridged his nose with a pink scar.
Verity’s head stood upright again, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The air between them felt thick, Verity was finally getting frustrated. "I could," he insisted, the words brittle, like he was trying to convince himself. "I shouldn't."
Mob tilted his head, just slightly. "But you won’t."
"Fine then. I will. You're mine, Mob, I'll make sure of it-"
Verity stepped closer, Mob stepped back. Mob was fully aware of what he was doing, teasing a literal demon, but that's unfortunately just what he wanted.
Ever since Verity had contorted himself into that tall creature, he'd been obsessed with figuring things out about it. He'd even confided in his friend, Twixxel, who literally had to call it quits after figuring out Mob literally only wanted to know about Verity's demon form because he was attracted to it.
Verity on the other hand, holding all of this guilt, and now pent up anger, had no clue that Mob even reciprocated this feeling. He'd thought it was one sided, like all of the others, he hadn't taken into account just how much of a freak Mob actually was.
The attraction was meant to be small. Mob just thought it was hot how the creature could always tower over him. Then he kept thinking, and couldn't un-think some of the scenarios in his head. It was sickening. Sickening to him, then sweet. Hell, he'd probably even gotten off to the idea a few times before he'd came up with a plan to get Verity to shift back into the demonic form again.
"For an all-knowing entity, you really are clueless Verity-" Mob continued prodding, a familiar tune beginning to play from Verity's persona. So easily ragebaited, apparently.
"Hah.. Hahah.." Verity twitched, his smile contorting uncannily again like it had when he'd given Mob his first warnings. "I shouldn't even give you a warning. Maybe I should just change again.. Maybe you need this again."
God, Yes. Yes he did.
Mob's legs felt weak just thinking about it, but he had to continue, he didn't want Verity fully finding out, not yet. His insults continuing, more lengthy, until he finally saw that familiar snap in Verity, this time infront of his very own emerald eyes.
Verity's polite figure quickly ripped from its clothing, his body twisting, snapping, growing as his limbs distorted, the circular head pulling itself to fill in a familiarly sharp jaw with snagged teeth and an even more twisted pair of empty eyes.
His voice seemed more audible in person. The creature had to bend down to stay inside of the home of Mob without possibly breaking through to the second floor of the home.
"Run." Verity's voice echoed. Instead, Mob backed into the kitchen counter behind him, face flustered as his legs grew weak with a way too familiar feeling.
Verity could only tilt his head in a response as Mob's lip bite was covered by his hoodie, and as he extended a clawed hand, the redness against the human's figure made a surprised "oh" grumble from his chest. He examined him, up & down, before the smile stretched a bit too wide.
"If you wanted me to change to this way normally Mob, I could've done this for you." Verity responded almost in his same cheery voice.. Just not with the cheery body.
An extended limb wrapped easily around Mob's waist, letting a gasp admit from the smaller as his entire lower half was so easily cupped by Verity. A normal reaction would be him squirming free, slashing the hand with his sword, instead, he relaxes into it.
Verity leans in, voice a low, persistent grumble as he adds, "You want me too, right Mob? You're never going to leave me."
Mob shakes his head gently. He curses to himself, he just wants the damn thing to take him already. But Verity is not any mind reader, thats' for sure.
Verity can somewhat guess, as he notices how the human jumps with the slightest rub of one of his clawed hands, trembling slightly.
He pushes Mob against the counter, eyes burning with some sense of desire, something a lot worse than whatever obsession he'd been stockpiling since their first incident. Mob wanted him. The more.. disgusting part of him. That alone was hot, and he'd have to do his best to please Mob in any way he could.
Mob anxiously let Verity trap their bodies together, the monsters free hand beginning to claw away at the clothing that was a perfect color match to Mob's perfect obsidian-toned skin. He was gorgeous, and even prettier under him.
Verity rocked his hips gently, having to lift Mob slightly enough to feel the member that was now poking between his thighs. Somehow, he'd never noticed it before, despite Verity being naked the first time he'd fully transformed. Yet, he still whined, eyes fluttering closed as his crotch burned with need. He'd never actually been this turned on, ever, probably at the difference in their lengths.
Verity was insanely girthy, uncannily long, that would fucking rip him apart. He wanted it. He wanted it now, as painful as it would be.
The creatures lips salivated, continuing to buck against him until fat globs of precum stained the counters ahead, and coated the shaft enough to make it glisten under the dim lights of the kitchen.
Mob wriggled slightly, eyes half lidded as after what felt like an actual century, Verity finally lined himself up with Mob.
"You know this is going to hurt.. Freak. You're going to be so hurt Mob, you're going to be mine forever." He growls, suddenly, as Mob opens his mouth to protest, he's stunned and lets out a sharp, loud, painful moan as all of the inches are pushed into him.
He'd painfully practiced with his fingers before this, but, nothing was beating this monster length that stuck out of his stomach sorely. His eyes, cloudy with tears which mixed with the few globs of saliva that'd coated his chin, his eyes too rolled up to see the length poking from his lower abdomen.
Verity's mouth hung open somehow further, tongue poking out as it'd thrown its' head back, revolting from how warm Mob had felt. He'd dreamt of this- Not really, Verity didn't dream, just.. daydreamed? Surely that counted.
After a few moments, Verity set a few gentle thrusts which provoked loud, girlish moans from Mob's lips. He'd already barely taken into account the stretch, and now Verity was finding a pace to be bred in. Yet, he loved it.
"Veri-ty- ahn- uh, yes, verity-" Mob squeaked, fully being picked up by that same tight grip on his waist, and that same hand was pumping him against the length like he'd been a toy his whole life. The human had adjusted perfectly around him, shaky, yet still there as he was rocked back & fourth.
Mob's head was gently pushed back as a long, meaty tongue explored his mouth. He moaned even more loudly at the intrusion, barely able to swallow the kiss in his mouth as he'd been nicked a few times by Verity's sharp teeth.
He'd harshly pulled his head forward as Verity rocked him harder against the kitchen countertop, he'd had to dig his nails into the barely graspable surface just to withstand the obscene snaps of the creatures hips. Verity was loudly growling and groaning, some words, mostly about breeding Mob and making sure he knew he was his, and his only.
The climax came after a few more minutes of this sloppy pace. Mob was begging, babbling at that point for the load to be inside, he'd die if Verity even muttered about pulling out. Verity didn't think he physically could with how tight Mob coiled around his length.
Mob's voice cancelled out, dropping to barely a yell as his broken moan made him squint, cry, and gasp for air brokenly as his stomach still distended to hold almost all of the load, whatever didn't fit simply escaped from between his legs, falling to the floor with loud splatters as it messed his pants and whatever was left of his boxers.
The sun shone through broken windows as Mob woke up with blankets covering his apparent naked figure, his whole body aching from the lower legs upwards as a ringing pain shot up through his body.
Verity graced the room, normal now in his humanoid body, holding a hot coffee that fogged up his goggles. "Hey Mob! Had a nice nap?"
"Feel like shit," Mob groaned. "I had the worst dream--"
"Dream?" Verity grinned deeply. "That wasn't a dream, though, I am flattered that you have a.. preference.. for my other form. It's cute Mob! I'm happy you feel the same.."
Mob's face went through about five different forms of embarrassment as his head shot up, ears red with disbelief. "You- I-"
He turned to look at some of the broken glass on the floor from the cushion he was on, his body, head to toe was covered in bright hickeys, purpled bruises and even deeper bite marks that mostly stained his collarbone.
"Oh, and don't worry, Twixxel swung around earlier. We weren't done though, I apologize for what he saw."