sputnik: — 𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑻𝑵𝑰𝑲 (ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs — ᴇᴠᴀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ)
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴ ᴠᴇsʜɴʏᴀᴋᴏᴠ ([personal profile] sputnik) wrote 2023-12-09 05:15 am (UTC)

[ It's yet another first for the creature — seeing a human do these things, stepping towards it, arms held out and moving. Humans have shirked in fear from it, or aimed their weapons its way, but not this. Shouting words at it, things it can't understand but can feel the tone of, sharp and aggressive.

The alien is startled, the flaps of its hood rippling up and down, rapidly. At the same time it shrieks, fitful, and turns back around, slithering away from the man who smells so wrong, squirming as it wills its wet body quickly away. It wants to hide, and it crawls its way back up to the bed its host is lying unconscious on, quickly secreting more thick slime to coat itself with so that it doesn't damage its entrance back inside.

Its girth shifts and changes as it forces its way into the man's mouth and down his throat, working its glistening, snakelike form with a mixture of pumping and squirming, Konstantin's body thrashing with spasms as the invader keeps going — until only the tip of its thrashing tail is disappearing into his lips. The man's throat ripples with movement, and a few more convulsions have him violently shaking against the thin bed, but finally he'll go still again once the creature has settled somewhere deep within him.
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