Okay...this chapter gets pretty freaky. Yes, there's a lemon, but it's between Xervexagon and a nurse. You'll understand why in a few minutes...
Xervexagon luckily awoke before Mayra and had the chance to pick her up and set her aside before taking his place on the other side of the room. He sat down and sighed.
'Afraid she'll wake up and freak out when she finds you holding her?' Instinct snickered.
'Well, how the Hell else would she react?' Xervexagon snapped.
'Think about it. She let you to use your tongue on her in one of the most wicked ways.' Instinct hinted.
'So?'
'So her reaction to you just holding her couldn't be too terrible.'
'I don't care. I don't want her to think-'
'Think that the Executioner of Silent Hill is going soft for a human?' Instinct cut him off with a laugh. 'Well, she'd be right to think so. You have lost some of your edge...'
'Shut up. I haven't lost anything. I'm just as cold and savage as I've ever been.' Xervexagon bristled.
'Please. You've become weak. The only kills you have made within the last few days are two grey children. That's practically nothing.' Instinct scoffed.
'Shut up. Your opinion means nothing to me.' Xervexagon snarled, instantly silencing Instinct.
He stood up and walked out of the room.
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Mayra woke up feeling surprisingly well-rested. She remembered being cold during the earlier hours of the night, but then feeling pleasantly warm for the rest. She didn't know why, but she didn't worry about it.
Mayra stretched and glanced around the room. Xervexagon was gone.
'Where the Hell did he go?' Mayra wondered. She felt uneasy being completely alone in an such an empty room. It was like solitary confinement without the softly padded walls.
She stood up unsteadily and creaked the heavy door open slightly, peering out. No Xervexagon, no monsters, no nothing. The coast was clear. Mayra quietly shut the door. She wasn't so sure she wanted to go looking for him. It was so dark out there, that she wouldn't be able to see any monsters coming at her or if she was about to run face-first into a wall. Besides, he always came back. But then again, he's always told her when he was going somewhere, too. He didn't this time. This time he left with no notice, leaving her all alone and defenseless.
'What if something bad happened to him? What if he was attacked by a bunch of monsters or the church group?' Mayra began to think the worst. 'Nah...he'd kick all of their asses.' She laughed.
Just when she had shrugged off her fears and started to relax a bit, a fierce growl came from outside of the room.
'Oh, shit!' Mayra's heart leaped into her throat at the sound. 'It's back again!'
'He leaves me all alone, AND without any kind of weapon! Oh, well that's just FUCKING PERFECT!!!' She spat.
Her green eyes nervously darted around the room, searching for any place she could possibly hide, forgetting that the room was bare.
'If I stay in this room, it could break in here, corner me, and then I'll be screwed for sure!' She didn't even know what 'it' was, but she didn't want to find out. All she wanted to do was escape.
Mayra heard the noise again, but this time, it sounded a bit like Xervexagon.
'Could it really be...?' She put her ear against the cold door.
A few moments later, she heard another noise: A sort of half-growl, half-groan. There was no mistaking it this time. That sound was definitely made by Xervexagon. His voice was strained and slightly shaky, as though he were in pain.
'He sounds like he's hurt...' She concluded. 'But if I leave this room, he'll be mad at me...'
Her kind heart and common sense raged war with each other, an even match, but this time her heart had the upper hand.
'I can't just leave him out there...' She finally decided. 'I don't care how pissed he'll be. I'm going to find him.'
Mayra slipped out the door; away from the safety of the room, and into the Hellish darkness. The shadows swallowed her alive as she blindly felt her way through the blackness, clumsily bumping into unseen solid objects and walls. Her heart raced and her palms sweated. It was terrifying not being able to see; and in darkness this intense, she might as well have not had eyes.
'How the Hell does he see in this?' She grumbled.
Running her hands along the rough and peeling walls for balance, she followed the Executioner's throaty snarls. They sounded so threatening, as though he were trying to fend of an enemy. His growls grew louder as she drew closer, sending shivers up her spine and finally leading her to a closed door. A dim light spilled out from its bottom crack, making her eyes ache as they adjusted.
'He...he must be in there...' The door muffled his growls, but she knew he was in this particular room.
Mayra hesitated at the door. What was on the other side? Xervexagon, injured and bleeding? If that's what the situation was, she didn't really know how she would help him. Xervexagon, stabbing or devouring a monster? Or even worse; a human? How the Hell would she be able to deal with that? It didn't matter now. She had come to far to turn back. What if he was seriously hurt and needed help? She needed to make sure that he was alright before she went anywhere.
She silently inched the door open and peeked inside...
The moment Mayra's brain calculated what she was seeing, she had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep herself from gasping.
Xervexagon was in the center of the room, surrounded by a ring of undead nurses. At first, Mayra thought he was being attacked...until she noticed a nurse that he held so closely to his body. She was arching her back against his stomach, and he growled at her, insisting that she held still as he thrusted sharply into her. The nurse tossed her head back and leaned against him, obviously enjoying the intimate attention.
Mayra couldn't believe what she was seeing.
'THIS is where he goes every time he leaves me?! To fuck his undead psycho bitches?!!!' She shrieked in her mind.
Xervexagon thrusted faster and harder into the nurse. His massive hands clenched around her shoulders so tightly that Mayra heard the undead's bones snap under the great pressure. The sickening sound made Mayra want to throw up, but she prevented herself from doing so simply to avoid being seen and possibly attacked. He fiercely continued to pump into the nurse, until Mayra thought that the undead was going to snap in two. He was so rough with her...Xervexagon gave one final slam and groaned as he came.
Oh God, that sound...hearing Xervexagon voice his pleasure...Mayra actually found herself being aroused by it.
'What the Hell is wrong with me?! I'm watching the Executioner have sex with an undead nurse and I'm getting turned on???!!!'
Now she was just freaked out. But she still couldn't deny that she was actually...enjoying...watching him. How closely he held the nurse to him, how his muscles flexed as he started to thrust again; willing on another orgasm. Mayra wanted to slap herself for imagining herself in that nurse's place.
'What the FUCK???!!! What the Hell am I thinking?!!! He'd break my back!!!' She shrilled in her thoughts.
But as much as she tried to deny what she was feeling and tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, she couldn't. Seeing Xervexagon perform such an act was an absolute turn-on. She didn't know how, or why, but it made her hot.
REALLY HOT. She was just the tiniest bit tempted to waltz her ass right into that room, push the nurse out of the way, and offer herself to the Executioner.
'Dammit! Stop thinking naughty thoughts!!!' Mayra scolded herself.
Confused and in shock, she finally forced herself to turn away and felt her way back to the room.
