In that split second, Ben had never experienced quite as potent a fear as he did then. It was colossal, yet sharp and stabbing. It pricked at every damn follicle of his skin until he was pinned in place, rooted to the ground. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape staring at this thing that should not have been, and yet, that covetous, dominant ardour remained in him.

SCP-096, the Shy Gal, had found her way into 035's chamber. Ben surmised in that brief moment that he'd left the door wide open, and that the thing's face had been hidden earlier by the steam rising from his and Harp's bodies. She'd been staring at them, weeping, for god knows how long. Crying. Hiding herself. The most inhuman of wails; similar to what Ben had been hearing since he first woke up, erupted from the gal's mouth, and she leapt through the security panel. Glass flew, and he was lucky he wasn't skewered by the rocketing pieces.

Ben was pinned. Expecting death, pecker harder than steel, he felt a scream die in his throat as she pressed herself upon him, grinding her wet, quivering quim against him. A hand of hers went to his throat to collapse it, to kill him, as she rubbed their bodies together. Power and beauty did poorly to describe her. He felt weak beneath the pale vision, despite his renewed vigour, but reigned in that fear, that fight-or-flight instinct that bred anger and rage within him. So Ben continued staring at her. Without that awe of their first meeting. Without that surviving sense of extra-temporal horror she'd left him with.

It only made her angrier.

The screams grew in volume, in sheer pain of disgust and shame, until his ears began to ring. They were primal, ripped from her throat again and again, with no care or worry as to the air in her lungs. Her hand clenched tighter around his neck as she slipped him inside herself, tummy and tits bouncing with every fevered jounce of her hips. As Ben's vision faded away, he brought a gentle, slow hand to her cheek, and let it rest.

It was then he could feel how soft she was. It was then she stopped with her gyrations, loosened her grip, faded her voice. Their groins aligned and hips smashed together, Ben felt himself fucking her, loving her, of his own accord. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, shuddering at how fucking soft it was, and remarked, aloud.

"I…" he swallowed, cursing his bruised throat, "you're transcendent."

She understood him, he thought. The Shy Gal, to him, was an old lover, a new friend, a trusted companion, and a maiden, all in one. A spurned muse of another age, a different time. He failed to describe her, felt no other words could do justice. 096 began to lean into the hand on her face, rubbing herself against that calloused palm, and cried still. Those wailing screams turned to gentle sobs, cascading tears and, suddenly, weeping embraces. She hugged him. Crashed her breasts into his, nipples rubbing and hips moving again.

Ben kept a hand on her face, kept their eyes locked as they kissed a gentle kiss, and wrapped around her with his free hand, cumming as his digits touched the small of her back. It felt almost wrong to touch her; like a defiance of natural law. As if Ben were sampling a forbidden fruit and defiling it in the process. And that only made him harder; made him cum more, deeper inside her, until her gut began to swell.

"F-F-Fuck," he breathed into their lips, stroking her still. "Th-There's no need to cry… I've got you."

He began to understand those "anomalous prisons" his Queen had spoken about. Not just containment cells nor the procedures, but unearthly things. Facades like the Mask, shields like the Sculpture, muck like the Old Woman, and hazes, like the Hole in the Wall. Perhaps what they considered SCPs were things not of this world; and not formed through human sacrifice or woes or struggles, but that had been born like us. Without the gift of the Queen's sight, he wouldn't have been able to see the Shy Gal for what she was.

And the more he understood, the more his mark burned. Burned red hot with love and joy and all those happy feelings. With rapping rapturous delight it tingled at his skin, beating in rhythm with his swelling heart. The more Ben understood, the more he came, and the more sensitive they felt, together. As if a bristle or a breath could set them off, make them cum and sully the other with their essences. The former D-Class, former researcher, found what it meant to be the site's Phal, his Queen's Phal.

A penetrating presence, a spear past the veneer of the abnormal and anomalous.

And penetrate he did, for hours on end, until the Gal had stopped, and simply rocked with him. She hid her face from him again as their stare finally broke, and Ben felt as if the world would look a little more dull after that. After seeing such beauty in a person. But no - if anything that dull, drab horror of a facility felt less dangerous, more safe and secure. As if he'd been dragged into his element and realigned.

He couldn't control the rocking of his hips, nor could she. He couldn't control how deeply he delved into the Gal's insides, parting and penetrating her with glee. 096 herself couldn't stop, couldn't bare to hide her face fully again, so when he craned his neck down to stare at her, with those big, compassionate eyes of his, she continued to cry. Ben responded by stroking her cheek still, drying her tears and steadying his breath.

"Shh, shh, it's alright… Can… Can you, oh~, u-understand me?" he asked.

096 nodded, breaking their gaze quickly. Ben began to trace her lips with his thumb, and shuddered at their plumpness, their inexplicable tenderness. When she latched onto the thumb, to suck it, she stared back up at him, her sobs abated.

"Y-You… Can't speak, can you?"

She nodded, still, rubbing her face into the crook of his neck, making him whimper with another orgasm, a climax of gentle touch.

"F-Fu… C-Can," he panted, desperately trying to reign in his breathing, his body's desires. "Can you tell me your name?"

The Shy Gal shook her head, vigorously. "H-H-Hold… Hold me," she whispered, barely above the sound of their breaths.

When Ben heard that low, shaky tone of hers, coming from a raspy throat ravaged by time and suffering, he felt a tear prick in his eye. As if to cut off that thought or line of inquiry, 096 kissed him again, eyes nailed shut. He rubbed her back as she caved into that embrace of theirs, stroking, kneading, tracing his fingers up and down her spine. As she requested, he held her. Continued loving her, until she lifted herself off him, whining with a pleasured little noise.

Ben would never get tired of that feeling - of his own seed pouring out of his lover's holes, back onto his cock. To him it was a sign of an embrace completed, a moment of sheer and utter domination, and finally, rest. His hands were still wrapped tight around the gaunt frame of the Shy Gal, and she shivered into them, hugging him back as best she could. They laid like that for a while, peering over their environments, waiting, Ben anxious of the moment she'd be taken away from him.

"...Are…" She whispered. "...Are you okay?"

Ben nodded. "Times like this… Well, usually a lovely lady like you is taken away from me," he chuckled. "The Queen'll be by soon, and… I… I'd like to stay with you, for a little longer…"

She nodded, quiet again. Then 096 cleared her throat. "Is… She nice?"

"She is," Ben answered immediately, looking taken aback. "Or… Well, from what I've seen of her… Yeah, I think so. Do… Just how long have you been with the Foundation?"

"Too long," 096 whimpered. "Too many eyes. So many of them wandering. Not knowing. But… Not like you. Not yours… Why… Why is that?"

Ben shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've got no clue on the specifics… Maybe you've been changed by the same thing that shocked us earlier, or… Maybe it's the mark, on my neck."

He motioned to it, and the Shy Gal observed, meeky peeking her head from Ben's chest to eye it. It pulsed, that lip mark did, and the being tilted her head, blinking.

"That's… Why I can last so long, now. I haven't tested it's full extent yet, but-"

"-It's nice," she said, reaching up from her curled position to kiss it herself, shuddering against Ben's bod as her lips met it. "V-Very nice…"

"I'm glad you think so," he snickered, shifting his arms to caress her; stroke her still. The Gal soon shrunk back into Ben's chest, hiding her face. "I've got you," he said.

"I-If her eyes are like yours-"

"-They will be," he assured her. "Knowing eyes, huh?"

"You know what I look like," 096 answered. "The rest… Didn't. Except for the doctor."

"Which one?"

"He… She, now," 096 cleared her throat, "the doctor of strange smells and death, the one with the beak."

Ben's gentle smile dropped as the memory came to him. 049, the Plague Doctor. She'd been turned, as well? He didn't let that past hatred seep into this embrace; not now. Instead he focused on his love for the creature in his arms, and let her gently stroke herself back onto his rigid cock.

"I know of her," he said. "The others-"

"-See only a monster. They laugh, and shriek, and scream, and… And… Th-They…"

A quiet sob emanated from the Gal before Ben took her lips in a kiss, to rid her of that feeling. She cried into that embrace before letting his tongue roam 'round her mouth, moaning deep into it. Past tears and trauma and the suffering that had pervaded this facility, Ben took pride in making the lady forget her woes.

"...They're gone now," he intoned. "And… I've still got you. Even when the Queen takes you, I'll be with you."

"...Your eyes upon me… For as long as I need?"

"And more," Ben promised, giving her a little peck, losing himself in her eyes and features again. They laid together in anomalous harmony, as the site continued to fall and the bodies began to mount, in ignorant bliss. They were tired. 096, a victim of reality and the veil, and Ben, a victim of betrayal.

Wait, he thought, betrayal?

Imperatrix appeared to them. Appearing this time from the sheer fucking pond of cum that had spilled from 096's bloated belly, moaning in her slickened, wet, sweaty form. The world took on a red tint in her vicinity as Ben's mark throbbed with unimaginable heat, and, naturally, the Shy Gal shied away. He smiled to his Queen, and, still stroking his lover's back, motioned to them both.

"Dear Queen, isn't she beautiful?"

Crawling her way over to the pair, Imperatrix laid a hand over the Shy Gal's, one covering her face, and oh-so-tenderly pried it away. She went to make some remark; some report on the goings-on of her virgin realm, but the words died in her throat as she peered upon 096's face. Ben smiled, layering the top of the maiden's head with a kiss as his Queen's eyes grew wide and starry.

"Magnificent," Imperatrix uttered. "An ode to the angels, in flesh… Sticky, soft, sweet flesh…"

096 blushed at those words, jaw agape as she saw the Queen's face, facing beauty herself. There were no further words between the trio as Ben watched one near the other, he couldn't tell fucking who, and kissed. Lips met the softest lips he'd ever laid his eyes upon, and between them they shared love. And he saw - as the Queen's mouth dominated and tongued and nibbled the soul out of the SCP - that promise of something to come.

Before he could charm, chuckle, or jest out some comment about the goddesses before him, Imperatrix broke from the Gal's sopping lips, and trailed that same saliva into his own, smashing her mouth against his.

"Mmmf, ffk~!"

Something about it - perhaps a technique or just the sheer power of the Queen's gratitude made him burst all over again, cock erupting and feeling so fucking hard against 096's phat ass. The more she kissed the more he spent, spilling his juices all over the rears of his loves deep in the underground, moaning until his throat gave up.

And when she separated again, huffing, sending 096 back to her pleasure-pocket with another love-laced-lip-lock, the Queen sighed, looking over Ben's battered form.

"Another… Another beauty. When you return I shall have her and the soldier pleasure you as one; so that their contrast may serve as a pleasure in and of itself, my Walker…"

She went to stand, but Ben wrapped his arms around her, showing a pleading look on that tired face. "W-Wait," he said, "before you go… Imperatrix… Why me?"

She smiled, expressing to him a weary sadness in it, some happiness, some joy, calm, and excitement, all at once. His Queen pressed her body against his, wrapping her hand 'round his cock and jerking that length to completion, over and over.

"Because I love you," she said. "And as to why I love you… Perhaps it's your mind, curious and creative. Perhaps it's your story, which… Will reveal itself in time. It is you, I love… And you should do well to remember that, Benjamin."

"H-How c-c-c-could, I-ahn~fuck! F-F-Forg-e-e-et!?" he sang, cumming until he could take no more and cumming still, feeling for the first time since his reawakening oversensitivity, shivering like a mess of limbs and fluids upon that containment chamber floor.

The Queen giggled at him, shaking her breasts and jiggling her ass as she conjured a portal with ease, Ben sensing a strength within her growing, exponentially. He could see beyond her still-poking-out head a realm of pure debauchery, of rolling clouds and mountainous, heavenly peaks, just beyond his grasp! He had to be there!

"My realm grows with the souls of the damned here, saved and given life among it's expanse… Forged for you, my Walker, my love, will be a throne."

She closed those interdimensional gates behind her, and Ben was left. Stewing in his own heat, cleaned from his own cum, finally feeling a colossal pressure leave his dick - the Old Woman's insides going away just like that. Despite the sheer fucking drain those two gorgeous beings put him under, he felt his balls rumble and his cock throb, prepared again to fuck.

"I'll earn that throne," he swore. "And I'll find out what the fuck else happened here. Maynard…"