gatekeeper

You wake into your body. Thin, painfully so. Ribs stand out beneath tits that barely stand proud of your chest. Clearly see belly, so big. So big it stretches your skin thin.

Shapes within. Pointed edges glide under skin tone. Pale. Pale skin for the dark-skinned being inside you. Funny. Laughter is exhausting. Sit and watch. Learn her shape moving inside stomach. Forearm gliding inside stomach lining. Trying to keep face away from it. Hip bulging out near belly-button. Horny.

Body frail and tired but stomach contracts. Food crushed. Desperate flailing, churning, sliding all inside of stomach. Silky smooth massage. Bulge of head presses out, another boob. Funny. Victorious. Acids will eat into head, hollow out skull. Dead prey. Food. Absorb and get—

You wake into your body. Sweat pours from you. Your belly is killing you but your pussy is on fire. Disorientation for a moment but then she fucking moves again. Her arm still outside your womb tries to fight and only stretches your cunt, massages your clit. Triggers a rolling orgasm that starts in your fucking toes and wrenches poor exhausted abdominal muscles but crushes her, hah, squeezes her half to death and drowns her the rest of the way in your juices. Muscles suck in that arm and finally, finally she’s inside you, all sucked up and ready to absorb—

You wake into your body. Blood. Your blood. You swallow it down and push yourself up off the floor. A splintered rib grates against something vital inside you, but the adrenaline kills the pain.

The enemy stares down at you, distant contempt carved into the thin line of her mouth. “You belong here,” she says, voice echoing strangely with an unseen chorus. Green eyes flash against dark skin. “This is your punishment.”

“You can’t keep me here forever.” The words choke their way out of your throat. “I’ve tasted your flesh a hundred times.”

The enemy smirks and half-turns away. “And yet you do not taste it now. I am as broad as fate. You cannot best me. Submit, and learn your lesson.”

You scream something incoherent, or perhaps something in a language you no longer recall. Twin columns of reified shadow streak from your body at the figure before you. She turns and gestures, and—

You wake into your body. The sheets are twisted around your legs and your throat is raw. Sweat cools on your brow. You stare into the darkness and wonder.