So this Den of a God update is a bit early! Honestly this should have been earlier and should have gone up on Monday, but this update fought with me a bit so it took a little longer.
As it's December, I'll be posting things in a more compressed timeline as I usually go out of town for the Holidays and won't be able to publish were I'm going.
So the plan will be:
- Summer Chateau - 1st Weekend of December (later this week)
- Conquest of Menagerie - 2nd Weekend of December
- Side Story - Before the 3rd Weekend of December
It'll be rough, and I may end up cutting things closer than I'd like, but I'm committed to making sure all of the updates are out before I fly out.
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Ryuko begins her hunt for the nightmare in the aftermath of Rumi seeing the vision in much the same way she did. But things aren't exactly as clear-cut when you're looking for someone that has access to your mind.
And Minoru has noticed.
Chapter 5 - Prayer
It was a quirk.
Ryuko was sure it was a quirk. It had to be. It was the only thing that made sense.
The vision had ended almost as quickly as it had started, but Ryuko had seen it. The Eye. Rumi had seen it, too. Her friend's eyes had glowed with the light of it.
And then it was over. They were back at their table, their half-finished meals still warm even though it felt like they'd been there - and gone - longer than that. Rumi had blinked, looked around. Maybe surprised, maybe worried. But Ryuko hadn't been brave enough to ask about it, And Rumi didn't say anything about it either.
But the lead weight that had settled in her stomach wouldn't go away, and it had taken no small amount of willpower to tell her friend goodbye and beat a hasty retreat back to her office while praying to whatever gods that would listen that she'd be okay.
She also couldn't miss how wet it made her. How warm the space between her legs had become, or how her slick and hungry hole clenched around empty air as she imagined what it would be like to have her friend in the nightmare with her. For the image of Rumi she'd seen in her dreams to be Rumi in truth.
Because she knew, somewhere deep in her mind where the nightmare squirmed in response to the thought, that it was a possibility now. She'd see her friend in the grips of the shadowed tentacles, the dark hands Ryuko could only feel, and see what her friend really, really looked like when a cock large enough to pierce its way into her lungs was lodged up her birth canal.
The shudder left the rest of her feeling cold even as her core burned.
Ryuko stumbled as she got into her office. Racing to her computer on unsteady legs, she winced as she felt wetness rub against her thighs and backside as she settled on her chair. Fighting another jolt of excitement running up her spine and the sudden and almost overwhelming urge to stuff her fingers down her pants, she booted the thing up and opened the HSPC Quirk Database.
Dream-related quirks. That was a good place to start, she supposed.
She should have done this right after that first night. She should have immediately been concerned that she was having repeated dreams, thematic dreams. Horny dreams.
But she hadn't, and now she'd gotten her friend caught up in it.
A fool and a coward is what she was.
Not that she could wallow in self-pity, either. She didn't make it into the top fifty by doing so, and it wasn't going to help Rumi or her get out of this situation. Not that it seemed to stop the shame from mixing with the arousal in one of the most disturbing mix of emotions Ryuko had ever experienced.
She wanted to curl into a ball, put her hands on her tummy - over her womb - and just press on it while she felt bad for herself. Ryuko would sit there and wait, waiting for the exhaustion to catch up with her and put her to sleep. So she could see the darkness again.
So she could see the nightmare, and maybe see Rumi in there with her for the first time.
No. No. With a shake of her head, Ryuko fought through the urge to let things happen, and ignored her building arousal in order to focus on the thing in front of her.
The HSPC database was quite comprehensive. Ryuko would have gone so far as to say it was borderline invasive in some cases. But at the same time, she'd made use of it enough times to appreciate how comprehensive it was. Names, ages, birthdates, quirks, and even other defining factors like mutations and noticeable details.
It was part of why villains were such known quantities. They had their information from when they were tykes. You couldn't easily hide a secret identity - hero or villain - when your quirk was a matter of public record, and it significantly narrowed down what they were looking for.
One of the only exceptions was if someone's quirk was somehow not recorded or they were obfuscating it.
Which was the case now, because when Ryuko searched up dream-related quirks, it came up blank.
Quirks involving the mind were already rare enough, with things like Mandalay's Search and Mister Principal's High Spec being some of the most prominent examples. They also tended to be quite potent when they did show up. On top of that, a lot of them tend to work inside their own heads.
But things that could be classified as mind quirks were vague at best. High Spec was a very obvious one, but it didn't do much outside of significantly improving the mental abilities of the user. It wasn't a small thing in practice, but it couldn't touch other minds directly. Search was almost the same. While it could gather information on others by tracking their Quirk Factor from what Ragdoll had told her once when they'd been working on a case together, the people affected by the quirk weren't always aware of it.
What Ryuko was dealing with was entirely different, and when she'd searched-up dream-related quirks specifically, the damn database came up blank.
It didn't help that dream-related quirks might just end up being mistaken for regular-ass dreams, though the doctors would have probably had a field day at figuring out what that person's quirk was if they had a confirmed quirk factor but no visible quirk.
Still, that meant she had to widen her search. Stuck as she was, Ryuko wasn't exactly known for dropping what she was working on just because obvious answers didn't show up.
And so she started combing through mental quirks. Checked for ones that might have tied to illusions, or even ones marked for visions. Things had gotten far-fetched before, after all.
No dice. There were reports, but a lot of them ended up being marked as false or mistaken on account of people just having a nightmare. Even worse, nothing matched what she'd gone through. No cases of bleeding into waking life, or affecting them during the day or while at work.
Ryuko did find it funny how many minor incidents got reported of people dreaming of someone else and accusing them of using their dream-related quirk on them. It wasn't enough to really cause trouble in the public consciousness, but it was definitely more than she'd have ever expected.
The hours droned on. All of the other members of her staff clocking out and rotating with the graveyard shift as her agency operated into the night like many of its contemporaries. She'd had the odd person come into her office to check on her but, ultimately, she'd been left to get on with her work in peace.
By the time she'd looked up next, it had been well past midnight, many of the lights in the buildings outside her window going out even as those that remained only looked brighter as parts of the city grew dark. It was beautiful, in a sleepy and haunting sort of way that Ryuko could always appreciate.
In the early days, when she'd be spending a lot of time on the graveyard patrol - and even now with the recent spike in criminal activity - she'd just take her time watching this view.
Looking for me?
Orange-gold gleaned in the darkness, looking at her from the corner of the room where two walls met the ceiling. In a shadowed spot that was too small for anything to hide without being partially caught by the lights from outside, and the white glare from the computer.
But Ryuko could see no limbs, no head, no body. Only eyes floating in the pitch blackness of the corner.
Fire, dragon's fire, burned in her belly and the tongues of her flames licked up from between her teeth.
"What're you doing here?" She had half a mind to send a blazing stream at the eyes to see what would happen, but part of her worried all she'd achieve was setting her own office on fire. "I'm not asleep."
The eye seemed to grow larger, larger still then the shadows from which it was anchored. It gazed down at Ryuko with contempt, amusement, curiosity. She wasn't sure if it wasn't just all of those.
You're looking for me. It's voice came as echoes, as choir. A man's, a boy's. Male. Voices in multitude in the back of her head even as she he heard them come from the faceless, mouthless eye. So I am here.
"And how would you know? How are you here? In the waking world. I'm not asleep." Every few words were accented by a tongue of flame. Her claws lengthened, her fangs sharpened. Ryukos instincts were telling her she was in danger.
Briefly, yellow eyes looked to her desk. The alarm button lay hidden beneath it. She could call for assistance while warning the rest of the staff to evacuate. But another part of her wondered what danger this villain posed outside of her dreams.
Certainly there was some threat, but how much more of his powers could she make him use. It'll be useful for when she brings this up with the HPSC, and maybe get this opened as a case…
The waking world? The voice turned slick, oily. Sound brushed against her skin unnaturally and Ryuko couldn't suppress a tremble even as she felt her hackles rise even more at the villain's clear condescension.
You're not awake.
A chill ran up her spine and the world darkened. The glittering lights beyond the window were snuffed out. One by one as if by a hand snuffing a candle. But those were lights. Street lights, and signposts, and internal lights in buildings. All different, all electrical.
Except even here, Ryuko could see the puffs of smoke coming from each one as it died.
She leapt over the front of her desk from the window. Knocking aside her chair and pressing down on the alarm button with enough force that she was sure she'd need to replace it.
It didn't make a sound. She knew it wouldn't. It had never been designed to. Still, if it worked there would be other heroes from her agency bursting through her door, and the sound of the clamor from the offices outside should have been heard as they moved towards the stairs.
When nothing - when no one - came, she sighed.
"How long?"
Digging through files can be dreary work. Mind-numbing. Words slithered into her ear, brushed against her skin in an experience so strange that Ryuko recoiled. The flame in her belly had gone out, replaced with a cold ball of leaded dread. Especially when you don't find what you're looking for. Hours ago.
"And how did you find me?"
She met the orange-gold eye, bored her gaze into it just as it did into hers. She refused to back down, not when she was in her right mind to do so. Every time she'd faced this since the first she'd been too aroused, too distracted to really confront it.
I don't need to look for you, Ryuko-san. Japanese, then. Or at least knowledgeable enough about Japanese to use the honorifics. That means he was at least local. I always know. Where you are, if you're awake or not. Who you're with.
"Why'd you bring Rumi into this?"
Why do you think?
Sex. The same thing he'd been doing to her every night since she'd first had the nightmare. Ryuko hadn't been plied for secrets, her work hadn't been interfered with more than the echoes of her activities in the dreams and some persistent feeling of arousal that never quite went away.
That… narrowed things down. Not by much, but still. Rumi was a popular heroine, and she could start digging through the spaces where Rumi's fans gathered, online or offline.
"Why me?"
You are beautiful. Strong… The voices trailed off, and the Eye - for the first time since she'd seen it all those weeks ago - looked away. And the way your quirk makes you appear… entices me.
A quirk fetishist? That tracked with Rumi, she supposed. There had been no shortage of weirdos out there that had been interested in her or her fellows because of how their quirks made them look. That would make this a lot easier.
"You're looking for clues, aren't you? Ways to find me?" The voice had turned singular. Younger. A boy's. "I can show you where to look."
The eye was gone, closed in the brief moment that Ryuko had been lost in her thoughts. A careless mistake for a veteran like her. But the villain's voice - the boy's voice - had taken the place of the dark choir that rang in her head.
He was behind her. She turned.
A boy. It was most definitely a boy. Perhaps in early puberty.
Because only a boy could have taken a form so small, have a voice that young, and a motive so… base. No. Not just a boy, but Ryuko was becoming more and more certain. Only someone naive or arrogant would approach her like this, especially when secrecy had been the biggest protection for him.
He was close. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of him in the air as he looked up at her. He was maybe half her height, if a little taller. Lean, but with enough definition beneath his frame that she suspected he did some exercise.
And at the center of his featureless face, made more pronounced by the smooth and featureless head, was the Eye. Orange-gold and glowing with a light all its own.
"You…" her throat was dry. She swallowed. "You'd tell me where to find you?"
"Yes." He answered. So matter-of-fact that Ryuko didn't know what she was supposed to feel.
"Why?"
"I want to touch you."
She didn't know what she was expecting. But this tracked so far. He was a horned up kid, probably entering puberty. With a quirk more powerful than his self control. A part of her almost pitied him, if she wasn't the very direct victim of his raging hormones.
"You know I could arrest you once I find you, right?"
She winced as she asked that question. She shouldn't have said that. An old adage she'd been taught was to never interrupt your opponents from making a mistake, and while this was clearly a child she was dealing with he was her enemy, so to speak.
"You won't."
The faceless boy almost seemed to be grinning up at her.
"After all, you couldn't even tell Rumi earlier, could you?"
Kneel.
Her knees shook as she hit the ground with them faster than she'd ever done so before. An immediate warmth bloomed in the pit of her stomach while terror gripped her so tightly she'd felt the rest of her turn frigid cold.
This just got a lot more serious.
~TtT~
Blood thrummed in Minoru's veins. It had become a familiar sensation. He felt it all the time whenever he had his fun with Sana or Ryuko. That excitement, that quickening of his pulse as his arousal took hold and he let himself go wild.
Except this time it wasn't arousal that set his metaphysical heart pounding.
It was power.
Despite what he'd told her, it hadn't been easy to drag Ryuko into the nightmare - into his Den. She'd been exhausted, but her mind had still been abuzz as she fruitlessly tried to find clues about his identity from the HPSC database. He'd needed no small amount of finer control to be able to make her go from the waking world into his clutches so seamlessly.
A large part of it had been due to the strength of his connection to her. A mix of ignorance and his efforts to suppress her common sense had let her be more than willing to indulge in the dreams he'd given her, the pleasures he'd promised.
Enough time for him to build the bond strong enough to be able to make use of her senses, and take some level of direct control in the waking world.
He could feel Ryuko. Feel her fiery spirit push against his will futilely. He doubted she was conscious of it. The look on her face didn't show strain, but he could tell that she rebelled against his hold on her.
She wouldn't win, of course. Not here, not when she'd been brought so deep into his grasp after having her mind and soul spend so much time in his Den. The hold he had on her was so very strong now.
Minoru grasped at it, and tugged.
Before him, Ryuko opened her mouth and held out her tongue. Her hands went to her thighs as she spread them wide. She presented herself to him.
Yellow eyes widened at what she was doing, realizing what he was able to make her do. Prisoner in her own mind.
The fires of her soul thrashed at the indignity of it, lashing out with tooth and claw and flame. Had she been awake he was certain she'd have actively resisted him.
But she wasn't awake. And she wasn't in her own head, either. She was in his.
So he'd crushed her soul in the titanic grip of his own. Wrapped it about in his appetites and let his desire to dominate her and her body seep into her. The woman wouldn't know what was happening. She wouldn't understand how deeply he was changing her. Not that Minoru needed her to.
The heroine gasped as a shiver ran through her. Pale skin growing even paler, and her tongue lolled out as yellow eyes half-rolled up into their sockets.
Even dressed as she was, in clothes that favored comfort, Minoru found her absolutely enticing with the way her mind was suddenly overcome. There was something about a normally powerful woman being laid so low that drew Minoru in, and Ryuko was as powerful as they came.
It was blatant, yes. But he wanted blatant, perhaps even needed blatant right now. Ryuko needed to be broken-in now. At least enough that she wouldn't be able to blab about what was creeping around her head, her soul. Though Minoru doubted many in this quirk-based world knew enough about the soul to care.
His essence and will was poured into the link. A deluge of him that widened the bridge, made it sturdier. Unbreakable.
Minoru wasn't going to destroy her mind. That wasn't the plan at least. But he would be making sure she knew who was in charge here.
Watching how Ryuko reacted to what was happening was a show in and of itself: Her body went slack, slumping forward and threatening to fall over as her eyes glazed over. Drool seeped from the tip of her tongue and down to the carpeted floor.
And as her soul was in the death throes of its freedom, Minoru figured he could keep himself entertained while he went about his work.
But he found her more than attractive like this, he still much preferred her without anything between them at all.
~TtT~
How about we lose the clothing, Ryuko-san?
What little warmth her clothing had provided fell away as her clothing seemed to… slough off of her skin. More a liquid than anything else.
Her mind felt cloudy, distorted.
There was an undercurrent of fear that wasn't going away even as her body was lit up by a fire beneath her belly that warmed her so much she'd started sweating in this frigid room. It immediately cooled on her skin, leaving her coated in a layer of what felt like sticky frost.
She shivered. Whether by the cold or her terror she couldn't tell. Not that it seemed to stop the continued excitement building beneath her legs.
Ryuko couldn't move, couldn't speak. Only a drunken slur poured from her mouth when she'd tried to bite back a retort as the nightmare held unto her head.
And then she'd seen the limb between the boy's legs. It came out from the shadow of his body as though it had always been there, hiding between his thighs. Larger than anything she'd seen in her life, and throbbing almost painfully.
She wanted to run, to throw herself through the window and over the balcony. She'd hoped it would wake her up, drag her from this hell her mind was turning into.
But she'd stayed put, half-slumped against this child that held her up by the head and had his cock pressed against her collar.
The heat of him was even greater than the fire of her excitement. The drop of clear precum slid down her bare cleavage the way molten rock would a volcano's hillside.
Ryuko whimpered. A small, scared sound that came out of her mouth in a slur so warbled she sounded like a child.
Before I get started, why don't you cum for me?
And then the world went white. Lightning struck her body and sent her shaking as girlcum spattered all over the carpet from her gushing hole. She thrashed in the nightmare's grip, and Ryuko was sure she'd have fallen to the floor as her legs suddenly kicked out from under her.
Gasping for air, she wept as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed out from her too empty pussy only to suddenly be choked as the boy's cock was stuffed down her throat.
Cum.
Ryuko did as commanded. Her burning lungs inhaled nothing but dreamborn cockmeat as she tried to breathe in. Blood rushed to her head, and the fog in her mind grew thicker, muskier.
Cum.
Ryuko shattered as her orgasm rolled into the next. Her legs reduced to quaking and boneless limbs as her strength left her, all her weight supported by the nightmare's grip of her head. Fingers smaller than hers twined around her hair to tighten his hold.
The pain just made it better.
Cum.
She did, her mind filled with cock while her pussy sprayed girlcum. She obeyed as her mouth was used as a pussy and the boy began to thrust.
Deep inside her, somewhere Ryuko couldn't quite place, a part of her was smothered. Drowned in something heavy and hungry as she drowned in this boy's cock. She didn't know what it was, but the pang of losing it - or part of it - hurt her all the same.
And shame filled her as she came again at the thought.
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