This is Nsfw, contains blood-letting, potential cannibalism, semi canon-typical violence, rimming, double-stuffing some slightly religious talk, and Bad Batter shenanigans. Minor fourth wall break.
Gender-Neutral reader/puppeteer, cause quite frankly any one can take it up the arse.
This is from Batter's perspective cause me attempting an [Y/N] fic for this just didn't vibe right and it felt better doing it this way. Enjoy the fic! :D
Batter could hear his dearest puppeteer's heartbeat, the blood rushing through their system as they looked over his form, the near gasp that left them. His head tilted, what was once four eyes now only two large white orbs outlined with a thick band of black skin that extended to the corners of his now elongated jaws. His claws twitched, he was unshackled from his puppeteer, he could move as freely as he wished in this moment.
His head tilted curiously as he took a step towards them, he watched them tense up before watching a thinly veiled shudder work through their body. He looked at their face, expecting fear or horror, but instead was met with nearly black irises, the color over taken by their blown pupils, and he took notice of slightly flushed cheeks.
His back straightened, he proceeded to back up a step, his eyes nows trained on his puppeteer, his claws moved to different positions, he adopted a much less threatening posture, if only because he suddenly felt like he was under much heavier scrutiny. He couldn't help the noise that left him when they stepped towards him confidently. His own cheeks flushed, and he took a deep inhale, trying to catch the breath that was suddenly pressed out of him. He blinked and suddenly he felt his puppeteer's hand caressing his muzzle.
He resisted for only a moment before it promptly crumbled and he was eagerly leaning into the touch as if starved. He huffed, a pleased rumble leaving him. He didn't even realize when he had fallen to his knees, only really paying attention to where his puppeteer's hand went. Under the chin and gently groping his throat to pet him was surprisingly very pleasant. His eyes fluttered and his gaze changed to a more relaxed lidded look.
He struggled with keeping it that way when he heard his puppeteer finally say something that made his cheeks darken. He did his best to keep his gaze lidded to seem relaxed but internally he was equally parts confused, flustered, and aroused. Though a small part of him seemed to revel in these feelings that he had thought long since dead and buried.
"I didn't give you permission to become more attractive, Batter."
He heard the tone, almost like he was being admonished for having the audacity, the sheer capability, of attracting his puppeteer. It was a mix of domineering that while he has dealt with it, never had it so directly thrown at him in this way. It was a new type of dominance. A large part of him wanted to simply comply, but a part of him, the newly unshackled part of him, wanted to press against it, wanted to test it. He liked his puppeteer being in control but he felt like taking the reigns.
He reached out fast, gripping his puppeteer's waist, face contorting into a slightly uncontrolled cheeky smile at the gasp the move elicited from them. He realized now that he was on his knees. He pulled his puppeteer down to be under him and he shifted positions to be on at least one of his feet. He was kneeling over them. At this angle he had to tilt his head to look down at them but as he did he could see the surprise written clearly. A growl worked it's way up his throat. The switch on the wall beckoned.
But no one would interrupt; not until he touched it, so for now he had all the time in the world. His hand came up to rest lightly on his puppeteer's breast bone, clawed fingers spread to avoid slicing them. He pressed a bit harder, hearing the wheeze that left them. Very unlike the Burnt's wheezes. The noises he could get out of his puppeteer, he now wondered about them. It almost felt like a sin, what he intended to do with the pure being in front of him, but gazing down at them he could feel the intent, the want, so the feeling was quickly swept away. He grunted, a sort of questioning tone all on its own.
He got a nod back, and that was all he needed before he made quick work with his claws, he tried to be careful, he really did, he tore off their clothing, and heard the gasp from the puppeteer before he could feel a slight warmth under the pads of his fingers as he felt them arch into his claws touch with a moan. He could see thin red rivulets of blood, he usually wasn't concerned but this was his puppeteer, the one who guided him on this journey, who helped him with the various puzzles, who took note of details he couldn't see to help him with passwords no Elsen knew. Even bartered with Zacharie and took him back for every item in the zones, purified and non. He had inadvertently harmed them but that moan, the arched back, he wonders if they had liked it. A part of him was pleased to see the blood. He needed to test them.
He carefully dragged the blunt side of his claws up past where he had previously cut them, gently brushing away the remnants of cloth as he did. He watched them arch into his touch, purposely moving against him to press against the thin cuts, the back of his hand was smeared in red, he retreated a bit, looking over his puppeteer before looking over his hand. Already it was slightly drying on his claw tips, though it wasn't yet browning or blackening in any way. He cast a glance at his puppeteer. He was curious how they tasted.
With that in mind he kicked the blood off of his hand, it wasn't at all like blood he's tasted before. He was used to acidic, ashy, slightly sweet and burnt tasting foulness and raw meat. Maybe plastic-y on occasion. It wasn't ectoplasm either. But rather this was different entirely, metallic, a liquid he couldn't quite identify but the purity of it alone seemed to almost threaten to burn his mouth, the scent of it was sweet but the taste was warm? It was hard for him to describe. But it was definitely worth it. He had cleaned off his hand and under his claws before he realized it.
He looked at his puppeteer, a few different parts of himself warring wildly. One part of him begged him to devour them, tear into them and gain that purity for himself, to absolve himself somehow, but he knew full well that it would only work to hurt him. Another part of him wanted to claim his puppeteer in some way, dominate them still, they were being compliant. The last part of him wanted to be done with this and everything else, and pull the damned switch OFF. He almost wanted to give in to that last thought, but the part of him that liked control liked the idea of controlling his puppeteer. He wasn't mad at them by any stretch, if anything he was thankful, but he was curious. He gestured for them to come closer.
He was a little surprised when they got up and came closer as instructed. He wondered further. He looked at their bare chest, the thin cuts not quite done bleeding but the flow had ebbed. He licked a stripe up from their abdomen to their shoulder, swiping up a great deal of blood, a greedy move, but one a part of him reveled in. He purred, it sounded like a growl. He felt his puppeteer's hands on him, going down and unbuttoning his shirt, he felt his body fill out a bit more without the restriction from the cloth, felt himself breath a little easier. He nodded a bit, more to himself that anything but a silent confirmation of that being a good move. He saw them take a luck ticket and apply it quickly, healing themselves after that initial lick. It didn't get rid of the mess though.
He was quick to grip his puppeteer again and start lapping away, tongue delving past their waistline on occasion, teasing. As he did this he felt their hands on his head, scrambling for something to hold onto without outright controlling him into moving where they wanted. It seemed his puppeteer understood him, hints however silent they be, seemed to open to them like a book. He was appreciate, and with that in mind and the scent of arousal taking up most of his puppeteer's airspace, he stripped them down, claws catching on cloth pants and tugging them off harshly. He saw the red already welling up near their hips and he was quick to lay his puppeteer down and start lapping away, a growl working it's way out of his throat.
He heard the whimper, the gasp, saw their legs twitch, trying to decide between opening or closing. He was so close to biting their thigh but he knew with his teeth that'd injure them rather gravely, so he settled for nosing between their legs and ghosting his breath over their skin. He heard the shaky sigh and he nuzzled against their thighs. Soft skin, warmth, an odd feeling of comfort for a split moment. Batter felt very appreciative. He could feel their legs tremble lightly before squeezing and then spreading open.
His mouth opened, and without hesitation started lapping at them. It was the time for prep. Hurting his puppeteer in this way would only serve to hurt him, and he didn't want anything coming between him and the switch after this. He also wanted nothing more than to be inside his puppeteer, but given his current form, that was going to take a good bit of very affectionate and thorough rimming. Something his body was more than equipped to do judging by the gasp and moan that left his puppeteer when he delved his tongue in and growled deeply, possessively. He could feel them shudder against him, he opened his jaws, looking like he was well on his way to devouring his puppeteer, but it was for good reason. Said reason being it made his tongue go deeper and he got to feel his puppeteer's body shudder in his jaws and skin barely ghost against his teeth. The both of them were being careful, he moved with his puppeteer to prevent too hard of a press against his teeth against their skin. He shuddered.
He felt a deeper growl build up and escape him, felt the vibration of it rattle his puppeteer, heard the moan from them, he plunged his tongue in and swirled it harshly, feeling them squirm against the movement, hearing their moans spurred him on.
It was almost odd, he felt oddly peaceful, but he could practically feel the frenzied want from his puppeteer. He was content, if not a bit excited to a degree, but he kept his patience for once. He had to for both his and his puppeteer's sake. Even as he noticed the twin twitches in his pants and a flare of want, he kept himself relatively calm while working open his puppeteer. He fell into a bit of a rhythm like this. Rocking his tongue into his puppeteer, swirling, nuzzling, the gentle pressure of his teeth on occasion, he was practically drinking in their gasp and moans, he could definitely feel they were ready but the motions had slightly overtaken them both. He purred, they moaned and tried to grind further into his tongue but the pressure of his teeth at that point would keep them from attempting it with further insistence.
With a bit of reluctance he slowly pulled away, hearing them whine below him with a sense of nearly smug satisfaction. He was able to get his pants off without too much incident, he got a bit of a look at what new additions he was sporting. Two dicks. He blamed the reptilian features. He shrugged off the thoughts, more than willing to put them both to use. He gently nudged his puppeteer into rolling over, a bit happy when they complied without complaint. He moved over them, a hand gripping a leg to pull them flush against his crotch, the sensation; while not new, felt much better than his last time. He nuzzled his puppeteer, listened to them sigh with affection, he could feel them go lax in his grip, pliant. He shifted a bit and pressed the head of one of his dicks against his puppeteer.
He could feel only a slight resistance but it crumbled away quickly. He had definitely done good slicking them up, he almost missed how they tensed as he was simply sliding into them, he was already nearly buried inside before he had the sense to stop. Maybe greed was his sin. To have his puppeteer nearly hilting one of his dicks without thinking about how they may need time to adjust to just having something in them. The thought came to him just a bit too late. He hummed, feeling his puppeteer slightly squirm, he could feel their insides pulsing, the warmth, the slickness of everything. He purred. Deep and loud, almost akin to a bellow.
He heard the moan, felt them press back against him and he took that as a sign to start moving. His hands came to rest just above his puppeteer's shoulders, that way as he bucked forwards into them they stayed dutifully in place. He couldn't help the growl that left him, his body hunching over his puppeteer's, chin resting on the cold floor. He had essentially trapped his puppeteer under him while he bucked away inside them, the slick warmth, the scents, the control, the affects he had on his puppeteer would be enough to drive anyone mad, but he held it together in favor of relishing in the long-forgotten feelings of lust.
Pounding away, feeling them clench, tilting his head just right to spy a dribble of his own pre-cum sliding down their back and over a shoulder, he almost forgot he had two for a moment. In fact the other one didn't feel too left out now that he focused on it, if anything the heat and building slick between the two of them created a very smooth glide along their ass, he only hoped the grinding pressure wouldn't bruise his puppeteer's tailbone. Actually thinking about it however he paused, before he suddenly seated himself as deep as he could go and simply focused on twitching inside his puppeteer. It pulled a pant out of him, finally a noise other than a growl. He gently grinded, shifting his head to nuzzle his puppeteer's, finding them teary-eyed but smiling.
He waited until they relaxed, until things calmed for a moment, before he was pulling back and out, he lifted himself a moment to very carefully use a couple fingers to position his other dick. He pressed, it was going to be a tight fit. It took a good few moments of insistent pressure, he didn't back away but he didn't buck either, he waited for his puppeteer to adjust before suddenly both of his dicks were engulfed slightly in tight slick heat. He grunted and snarled lightly, he had to restrain himself from bucking into them. He shuddered and huffed, he was back to hunching over his puppeteer, claws digging into the ground next to their head, once more above the shoulders. He was feeling more than a bit possessive now, need and wanting had suddenly gripped him like a vice, it took a good bit of will power to wait for them to adjust, and even moreso when he felt that every time his puppeteer relaxed they had taken initiative to lower themselves to their limit before stopping. He could feel their pulse against his dicks. He didn't realize this form was drooling. A muffled whine left him, one of his feet braced against the ground as if he was getting ready to Save Base, his body shuddered. His control over himself was slipping but it wasn't his puppeteer doing it, it was simple instinct.
He pressed his chin against the ground hard, his claws dug in, he felt his puppeteer relax just as he rolled his hips, the gasp and loud moan that left his puppeteer spurred him on. He started a rhythm again, slowly bucking and rolling his hips, trying to edge himself in deeper, trying to get his dearest puppeteer to the hilt. He growled, deeply, the sound vibrating his puppeteer, he could feel it, and he bucked a bit harder. He heard murmurs, whispers and whimpers suddenly. He strained his ears, he could hear begging, his puppeteer was begging for him. He would gladly oblige them.
He started bucking. Well and truly rough, deep, he started going faster, he was panting, plumes of smoke leaving his maw. His eyes had closed, his claws were in the floor, his puppeteer pinned between his hands, keeping them in place while he rutted them. The heat, the slick, the sounds, the feelings, all of it so much more intense with both dicks buried so deep inside someone so pure, so devoid of the taint of this realm. He had the audacity to defile that, the sheer will to be so physical to a being like this. But they both had silently consented in their own way, he knew his puppeteer could read what he was thinking, what he felt like, and their earlier look of wanting despite his tainted form had most certainly been a trigger for this situation.
He shifted suddenly, and he could hear his puppeteer gasp and moan at the change, he managed to wretch a hand out of the ground and used it to promptly hold onto his puppeteer, hand settling over their gut, he could feel the movement of himself, he gently squeezed and was rewarded with a louder moan, he almost didn't realize he had groaned out-loud in tandem. He kept a grip there, his other hand braced against the ground still. He stilled while they shifted, one of their legs hooking around his, they felt tighter, and he took full advantage of the position by rolling his hips, finding himself finally hilting in fully. He moaned, the sound mixing with a growl.
He started the rhythm back up, ruthlessly pounding away, hilting each time, dicks twitching. He groaned, huffed, purred, and panted. He could feel his puppeteer twitching, tightening further, squirming; could hear them moaning louder and louder, their nails scraping at the floor. He could feel himself pulsing, the slick pooling in his puppeteer's gut. He had a silent question that he grunted a bit to bring attention to.
"If you don't cum inside I will find a way to gut you."
He supposed that answered that well enough, and with renewed efforts he started gyrating his hips with each buck in, listened to the joined sounds of him and his puppeteer moaning together. He could feel them quiver and flutter around him, the uncertainty in their body on whether or not to be tighter or more relaxed, he groped them and hilted in them, growling deeply and felt his puppeteer squeeze like a vice, he gyrated his hips and failed to stifle the loud gruff groan that left him as both dicks spilled inside his puppeteer. He held them close, hunched over their form and clinging onto it as they both came together. It almost felt like he had a taste of divinity right in his tainted hands.
He purred deeply as he panted openly, staying inside for as long as possible, greedy in the way he clung onto his puppeteer, stayed hilted, let himself empty fully. He felt them squirm. He got an idea. He suddenly shifted and wretched his other hand out of the ground, he heaved himself into a sitting position, legs spreading, his puppeteer forced to hilt completely at an entirely next angle, with both of Batter's hands around their abdomen and thumbs hooked around their sides. His puppeteer's back was pressed against his gut.
He bucked up a few times just to hear them choke on their gasp and broken hoarse moans. He twitched a bit. He got a couple taps and he relaxed, letting go of his puppeteer. He watched as they slowly and very shakily stood up, sliding off both of his dicks with a slick wet noise. He could see them clench from this angle, the cum pouring out of them. He decided to do his puppeteer a favor and clean up in a way this body knew how. They promptly almost collapsed into his mouth but his hands had darted up to keep his puppeteer still and supported.
He honestly hardly cared for how he tasted, it was foreign to him but not entirely unwelcome, if anything he expected it but it has simply been so long since anything like this had happened. It took his puppeteer patting his maw to get him to stop and pull away. He can take the hint, and he did do a good job. He eyed the switch, but he decided to redress first, it wouldn't do to look off-model in his potential next fight.