Shattered Glass
[Continuous Series, 12 Days of Christmas 2014]
She slipped lithely through the partially open window, landing soundlessly on the carpet. She grinned wide at the dark living room, breathing in the smell of it all. She stepped quietly to the mantle, brushing her fingertips against the man in a small picture, her gills fluttering lightly.
"Oh Sollux," she breathed. "If only you'd see me." Suddenly, there were a pair of headlights. She swore, darting toward the back door. He wasn't supposed to be home for hours. As she approached the door, she cried out, a brick breaking the glass as they unlocked the door, stepping inside.
They met eyes, frozen as the glass on the front door shattered as well. The intruder she was facing had clown face paint to obscure his features, and his smile turned up into a horrific grin to match the paint.
"Hey, brother," he called, and the front door intruder peaked around the corner, eyebrows raised as seeing Feferi in her black latex suit. "You go look for the motherfucking goods. I got my prize here." The second intruder gave a silent thumbs up and she turned to face the first as he rushed her, pushing her against the wall with a cry.
"Let me go!" she demanded, as a knife came up to her throat.
"Shut the mother FUCK up," he growled. "You're a little fuckin' criminal too. I'll let you go, but you need to learn what happens to creepy fuckin' stalkers." He slid the knife to her bust, yanking down and cutting the latex open.
"Stop it," she hissed. He ignored her, yanking it open and groping her breasts.
"Look at these," he grinned and she turned away. "You got motherfuckin' ROYAL blood, don't you? I hear seadwellers got a nice mouth on you." He grinned, flashing devilishly white teeth as he grabbed her by the hair, dragging her out into the snow and throwing her to the ground as he began to tug his pants down.
"Please," she pleaded, looking up with begging eyes as his tentabulge unraveled, flicking about eagerly.
"Say ah," he smirked, pulling her close, his tendrils tracing her lips with purple slime, forcing her lips apart with a gag. "Don't pretend you ain't a practiced bulge sucker. Now work." She glared but brought her hand up to stroke his nook, tongue tracing along his rigid bulge. "Oh fuck yes," he grunted softly.
After a moment he pulled her away harshly, pushing her onto her back and tearing her suit down further so her own bulge was exposed, much smaller than his, her nook sopping.
"No-!" she started as he struck her across the face.
"I said quiet!" he growled, pressing against her nook. Her bulge reacted in kind but she pushed at him, clawing at his chest as he slid into her, streaks of purple blood oozing down his chest. She lied there as his tendrils worked in and out of her. Finally, he grabbed her hips and lifted, driving his rigid bulge deep and yelling as he climaxed. He stood, driving his foot into her stomach and leaving her, consciousness fading, to raid the house of her object of affection.