Tell me the truth (Shoggoth)

Originally posted: 2019/08/30 1:00h


>I lost my job a month ago
>Sell off most of my stuff to help pad my bank account a bit
>After all, I have to make sure that I can survive a bit longer if things continue to go south
>Got a new job at the next town over
>My friend knew I was desperate, and don't really have much experience working
>He recommended it to me, saying that they'll hire anyone and all they needed was my application
>It's a weird situation altogether, and supposedly the place is haunted
>Friend repeatedly said that, too
>If that's not weird enough, the job's a live-in groundskeeper
>Pay's not great, but I can't complain - it has free room and board
>Take the bus to the next town, since I don't actually have a car
>Transfer off of it and onto the local bus
>Sit way in the back because I know my stop is at the end of the line
>A little research goes a long way after all
>Notice that the sun's getting low on the horizon
>I probably should've taken an earlier bus, but I didn't want to leave at five in the morning
>A few people get on at the next stop in the center of town
>I look over everyone getting on, freezing when a woman wearing black awkwardly walks along the outside of the bus
>She’s walking like both her knees and hips need to be replaced
>Her clothes cling to her every movement, as if they were a part of her
>Who the hell wears a veil nowadays too?
>Damn... she's got some curves too
>She turns her head a little, and her left green eye slowly rolls to look through her veil at me, making me jump
>Quickly turn and face forward in the bus
>She slowly walks towards the front of the bus
>Oh god is she getting on?
>The bus quiets down as she walks past each of the full aisles
>Not walk, shambles… like a zombie or something
>Shitshitshit she's walking all the way down the aisle
>People ahead of me try to take up more space so that she doesn't sit next to them
>I had already put my luggage overhead, and there's clearly an open spot beside me
>PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE at least sit on the other side of the aisle
>Turn to look out the window to avoid looking at her
>I hear her shuffle into the seat on the other side of the aisle
>OHTHANKGOD
>The people in front of me slowly resume talking
>I glance her way and quickly look away
>She’s smiling at me - or she started smiling as soon as I was turning my head
>I mean… that’s not right
>But I’ll be damned if I don’t want to look again
>Something about her just makes my insides squirm, but at the same time, I want to look again
>Maybe I can sneak a view of her when I look forwards, or look at her from the corner of my eye
>Look towards the bus driver as he slows down at a red light
>Slowly look at her and immediately turn my head towards my window
>She’s still smiling
>”Excuuuse me sir?”
>Oh god is she talking to me? Wait, is that her voice? It’s so freaking smooth...
>”Sir?”
>I look towards her smiling face
>I’ll be damned if her smile isn’t anything but cute
>But holy hell I’m freaked out
>There’s something in the air around her that makes my insides squirm
>She tilts her head a little to her right, and her fingers press out the black cloth of her skirt
>I point to myself
“Uh.. a-are you talking to me?”
>Her smile fades a little
>Oh god I’ve made her angry
“Sorry, uh… H-how can I help?”
>Her smile grows back to its previous size
>”I have not seen you in town before, so I was wondering why you were here.”
“Uh, work. Moving cause of work…. W-what about you?”
>She tilts her head the other way, keeping one eye on me
>”Sometimes I just need to... enjoy the local cuisine and...stretch my legs… so to speak.”
>I nod and face forwards
>My heart is racing
>She’s just a woman, but goddamn something isn’t right
>I glance back at her to see her smile completely gone
>Oh shit - damage control
>The bus pulls over at the first stop and a few people scramble to get off
>I point my thumb back the way we came
“S-so do you have any recommendations for restaurants here?”
>Her smile instantly comes back
>”Oh yes. I absolutely adore the Ceres’ Family diner. It’s a shame that they’ve stopped serving liver and onions there, but all of their food is simply delicious.”
>She folds her hands neatly in front of her, and she looks out of the window
>"I've learned so many recipes from them over the years."
>Even with all of the creepy vibes she gives off, she’s still pretty
>She looks back towards me with her smile, and I look away
>Two rows of people get off, and a couple people get on
>”Excuse me sir?”
>I look back
“Y-yeah?”
>”Why do you keep looking at me?”
>The people in front of me move one row forward now that the seats are open
>My heart thumps louder out of fear
>Her smile looks a little strained right now
>”Please answer truthfully sir. You will not hurt my feelings.”
>More like it feels like you’ll see through me if I even attempt to lie
“Just… Your smile…”
>The bus lurches forward
>Her smile disappears and she covers her mouth with her right hand
>”There’s something wrong with my smile?”
“No, uh… You h-have a cute smile…”
>She gently lowers her hand
>Her upper lip quivers a little and I look into her eyes
>Were they always that shade of green?
>I don’t think they were that type of green
>I turn away
“I m-mean, you’re pretty too… And that’s what I was thinking, and sorry for staring.”
>”S-sir?”
>I slowly look towards her
>She’s back smiling like she was before
>That terrifying aura is still hanging about her, but… maybe it isn’t as bad?
“Y-yes?”
>She tilts her head, “Thank you for telling the truth.”
>I quickly look towards the front
“N-no problem.”
>”You can stare more if you so desire…”
>Oh god that voice is so smooth
>Wait, she’s inviting me to stare more?
>No-no, resist. I don’t think my heart can stand the terror
>I politely wave my hand to her
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
>The next several stops come and go and she hasn’t left the bus yet
>It’s dark now, and there’s only a couple more stops before the end of the line
>Everyone else has gotten off, there’s only the three of us on the bus now: her, myself, and the driver
>The driver asks us all
>”Okay, which one of the stops are y'all getting off? Only have this'n two more.”
>The woman raises her hand, “My stop is the end of the line.”
>My voice catches in my throat
>We’re getting off at the same stop
>Shitshitshit
>”Sir?”
>I force a smile and look her way, “Yes?”
>”I do believe that sir driver has asked us both a question.”
“Uh… the-the same.”
>She relays it to him
>”He is also getting off at the end of the line.”
>My heart feels like it’s trying to pound its way out of my chest
>I know she’s looking at me
>I look her way and ask
“Miss? What places are there at the end of the line?”
>She’s grinning now
>”There is only the mansion. Are you the new groundskeeper?”
>I swallow and nod
>She taps her fingers together and bobs her head side to side, smiling the entire time
>”Oh this is fantastic! It was a fine coincidence that you and I met today! I will gather your things and take them to your room. Then I will show you your duties tomorrow morning.”
“G-great… Just great."
>She covers her mouth as she giggles
>Chills run up my spine
>Her giggle sounds vaguely gurgly and slightly muffled… with undertones that can't be described as normal
>Even the driver is creeped the fuck out and decides to speed up
>She clears her throat
>"Forgive me for my rude attitude. I have not had an applicant like you before. It is quite refreshing."
>I nod
>I don’t think I’m going to be able to work there
>Open my mouth to speak
>She’s looking at me
>No wait… is she’s pouting?
>Does she know what I’m thinking?
>”Sir?”
“Y-yeah? What’s up?”
>She glances up, then points at the roof
>”Can you see well enough? We are riding a bus and there is the roof of the bus above us.”
“No, I mean, it doesn’t literally mean what’s above you.”
>Okay, so she’s still confused and a little sheltered too
“It’s like… asking what’s going on, or what are you thinking?”
>Realization dawns on her and she breaks out in a smile
>She drops her fist into her palm
>”Amazing! Ah, forgive me for becoming excited over something so trivial.”
“It’s no problem. So what’s your question?”
>She stares at me with her yellow eyes
>Wait weren’t they green before? Maybe it’s a trick of the crappy lighting in here
>”Please answer my question truthfully. Am I frightening?”
>That same feeling of terror strikes me
>She forces a little smile and orders
>”Please answer it truthfully.”
>Shit
“Truthfully?”
>She nods as her smile disappears
>The bus speeds past the empty bus stop
“Y-yeah.”
>I can clearly hear my heartbeat in my ears
>It sounds like it’s beating 10 times as loud and fast
>She’s definitely upset
>The bus lights flicker
“B-but uh… maybe..”
>She looks intensely at me
>It’s like she really just wants the truth
“Maybe it’s because I just don’t know you well enough... yet…?”
>Her jaw drops
>She covers her mouth and looks out the left window
>”Is that so?”
>My heart seems to go back to beating twice as loud
>I’m definitely riding the fight or flight response, and I don’t like it
>More like, she makes it feel like there’s no escape, even if I were to fight or run away
>She continues looking out the left window
>”Well you are definitely more honest than all of the previous applicants.”
>The bus speeds past the second empty stop
>Oh look a little grocery store… and then it’s out of view
>I think the driver has to be going nearly 70mph on these dark roads
>Definitely adding to the suspense
>He keeps glancing through his mirror at us
>I look over at the woman across the aisle
>She’s gently patting her cheeks
“Uh… miss?”
>”Eh? Sir? How can I assist?”
“Is everything okay?”
>She quickly brings her hands down and presses the cloth on her black skirt again
>”Ah, yes. I am quite well. I had simply noticed that it was rather late, and I wish to be in the comfort of my own room as soon as possible.”
“Sounds like you’re tired.”
>She looks rather confused
>Truth be told, I’m confused as to why she’s confused
“Well, uh… I’ll be glad to have a place to stay, despite the rumors.”
>My stomach drops
>Oh crap she’s pissed
>More than pissed
>Her eye twitches and the corners of her mouth twitch a little higher than normal
>She says through gritted teeth
>”Please answer truthfully sir. What kind of rumors have you heard regarding my wonderful home?”
>I swallow and can’t seem to catch my breath
“It-it’s haunt-”
>I cough
“Haunted.”
>I’m suddenly able to breathe, and she once again looks confused
>”Haunted?”
“Y-yeah.”
>She raises a finger
>”You mean, haunted: as if a ghost were residing there?”
“That’s- uh what I heard.”
>She starts laughing
>Every hair on my body feels like it’s standing on end
>Chills freeze me in place
>Just like her giggle, there’s a gurgling noise beneath it all with the abnormal undertones too
>It’s just that the abnormal tones are more pronounced
>After a few moments she wipes a finger under her dry eyes to wipe up imaginary tears
>”Oh my, as if I would let a ghost reside in my sanctuary.”
>I slowly nod and look out the window
>Well, it appears the supernatural doesn’t scare her at all
>No matter what a ghost could do, I’m inclined to agree that she’d be able to kick them out
>I finally notice that we’re definitely outside the town
>And from my position in the speeding bus, I can look out over the rest of the town
>The tires begin screeching, and I slam headfirst into the seat in front of me
>The driver shouts, “END OF THE LINE.”
>I shake the dizziness out of my head and slowly stand up
>She’s already pulling my luggage down from overhead
>I hastily take it from her
“It’s okay, I can handle this.”
>She bows her head
>”As you wish. Please follow me.”
>She walks up to the front and holds her fist over the money machine
>”Sir driver? I wish to tip you for the wonderful ride.”
>The driver’s sweating bullets, but he doesn’t dare disobey
>Nor does he look in her direction
>He holds his hand under hers and I see her open her hand
>A second after it’s open, a single gold coin drops out of it
>Why did it take so long to fall...
>I wonder if it’s one of those weird dollar coins that were going around several years ago
>I wordlessly follow her to the bus stop, watching as the bus turns around in the mansion driveway before speeding off into the night
>She gestures towards the winding driveway
>”Welcome to my home.”
>I can’t actually see anything beyond the first curve in the gated driveway
>It’s like there’s a literal forest growing between the road and the mansion
“E-excuse me miss?”
>She smiles sweetly, “What is your question sir?”
“Are you- uh, are you my employer?”
>”Why of course.”
“Can I know your name? Or would you prefer that I call you miss for now?”
>She giggles again and covers her mouth
>”Oh my… sir, please. I do not believe we have that close of a relationship. I am your employer, and you are my employee.”
>She takes a few steps further into the shadows
>”Please continue to refer to me as miss. Come along now. I will show you to your room.”
>Now I know she didn’t walk that smoothly before
>Now she’s almost gliding…
>Walk through a few puddles as I follow her to the gate
>The gate opens automatically, and a light turns on in the distance
>She keeps her pace a few steps ahead of me, turning back to make sure that I’m actually following her
>Smiling the entire time
>Can’t help feeling that I’m walking into a trap
>Like an organ harvesting ring or some crazy shit
>Then I see the mansion
“Holy shit.”
>I can feel the anger radiating from her
“Uh, I didn’t mean…Uh it’s huge. Bigger than I expected.”
>”What were you going to say?”
“I didn’t mean anything bad. I was just surprised.”
>Her anger slowly fades
>"I see…"
>Seemingly content with my answer, she glides up the stairs to the front porch and waits beneath the strangely yellow light
>Her dress and veil cast eerie shadows underneath her
>Almost like the shadows beneath are moving independent of her
>”Would you care for a meal before sleeping for the night?”
>Every fiber of my being wants me to scream NO
>Then again, I don’t think she would like it if I screamed
“Uh, no thank you.”
>She nods and opens the door, taking a few steps inside
>My heart starts thumping louder
>It feels like this is the last chance I have to run
>I walk up onto the front porch
>Only two steps until I can’t turn back
>One more…
>I see her smiling sweetly inside and pause at the door frame
>Even if her smile is cute, when everything else is terrifying it simply adds to the terror
>I take a deep breath in and cross the threshold
>I can smell and hear a fire crackling in the room ahead
>She glides down the hall
>”Please leave your shoes at the entrance. I do not like having to clean excess dirt from my floors.”
>Looking down at the hardwood floors, I’m taken aback
>I can literally see my reflection in them
>I take off my shoes and place them on the floor mat beside the door, then push the heavy wood door shut
>Upon hearing the door shut, she peeks around the dim wood-walled hallway to look towards me
>”You have not run away…”
>Oh god she expected me to run away
>This was a mistake, I mean, why else would she expect people to run away, right?
>Both her hands shakily cover her mouth
>I can’t grasp specifically what emotion she’s radiating, but whatever it is doesn’t feel normal
>”Ah, sir! Please, your room is right this way. I hope you do not mind the room overlooking the courtyard.”
>I can’t even form words now
>Terror, regret, despair, or some combo of all three keep me silent and complicit
>I follow her to the living room
>The west side of the room is dominated by a massive black stone fireplace, while the small flickering fire inside adds more to the terror factor
>One other thing that has to be mentioned…
>It looks big enough to roast a whole cow with room to spare
>Pristine antique furniture draws your gaze towards the fireplace
>Dust free bookshelves line the walls
>Full bookshelves mind you - not an empty spot anywhere
>And my gaze drifts up to the huge wood logs supporting the roof twenty feet above me
>And the whole north wall appears to be covered with slats that reach from the roof, down to the floor
>Lastly, a single painting showing an oddly geometric shape adorns the east wall
>”Sir? Please do not tarry. Your bed has already been prepared for you. If there is anything not to your liking inside, please let me know immediately.”
>I look up and to the right at her, then to the left…
>Of course there’s a staircase on either side
>I mechanically climb the right stairs and she opens the bedroom door
>”Here is your room, sir. Please inspect it and inform me if there is anything out of place.”
>I nod and step inside
>There are a pair of french windows to the east, the queen size bed faces them on the opposite side of the room...
>Two lit ornate metal lamps resting on nightstands beside the bed, a dresser against the north and south wall...
>As far as decorations go, this room doesn’t have the terror factor the rest of the house has
>Which unfortunately is terrifying in and of itself
“B-bathroom?”
>”Excuse me?”
>I clear my throat
“W-where is the bathroom?”
>I feel a small vibration at my feet and she points inside the room and to the south
>I’m pretty sure that door wasn’t there before
>I open it, surprised to see a fully furnished rustic looking bathroom
>Tub, shower, sink, toilet, mirrors, everything
“U-uh, thanks… Everything… everything looks good.”
>She smiles and gives a polite bow
>”I promise not to intrude upon your room from now on, and I expect the same from you.”
>The second half feels more like a threat than anything else
>I nod instinctively
>More like I’m certain that if I did enter her room, I’d end up dead
>She closes the door behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts
>And now that I can’t actually see her, my heart slowly goes back to it’s natural volume
>Then the exhaustion hits
>I’m barely able to change my shirt before I drop down onto the queen sized bed
“Oh my god… it’s so soft…”

>Wake up to a bright room
>Like a really bright room
>Push myself up off of the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in my entire life and realize that the morning sun is what woke me up
>And that I have all of my organs
>At least I assume I still have them
>Feel around my sides for any tender spots
>Okay… Maybe it’s not an organ harvesting ring?
>I change my clothes and put the dirty ones in a plastic bag, then slowly open my door
>The small fire inside the massive hearth appears to be the exact same size as the night before
>And the only sound I could hear is the quiet crackle of the fire
>I shut the door and get my wallet
>I need something to eat, and I don’t want to eat here
>Or maybe I wouldn’t be able to eat here with how terrifying she is
>I’ll head down to that grocery store I saw and see if I can get something simple to eat
>Write out a quick note on the back of an old receipt stating that I’m just going to run to the store and come back
>Then open my door and slide it into a gap in the ornate paneling on my door
>Quietly head downstairs and out the front door
>In the daylight, I can see how poorly maintained the grounds are
>Bushes, hedges, flowerbeds, even - well, I assume it’s the lawn- is overgrown with weeds and brush
>It looks like the leaves haven’t been raked in at least ten years, and the only thing that’s spotless outside is the porch and driveway
>I head down the driveway and to the gate, jumping when it opens for me
>There doesn’t appear to be any sensors, and now I can see the old fashioned spiked wall running through the forest
>I nod and jog past, keeping an easy pace
>I make it to the second bus stop and see a few people milling about
>Find out they have a bakery and buy some fresh croissants and a cream filled doughnut
>The young cashier tells me
>”You look like you’re not from around here. If you’re this far from town, I think you’ve missed your stop.”
>I point up the road
“Actually I’m living up the road.”
>Everyone that heard me goes silent
>He looks towards someone over my shoulder
“Did I do something wrong?”
>An elderly man takes my elbow
>He must be the store manager
>”Please, we don’t want any trouble. Just take what you buy and go. Please…”
“Oh, okay… Is there some sort of-”
>”SHHHHHHH… Take your items and go.”
>He points out the door
“Alright…Uh, thanks...”
>Yep, I’m gonna die
>I knew it from the moment I looked at her
>I didn’t listen to my head… wait
>Could I run away from here?
>A cold sweat rolls down my neck
>It’s almost like I can feel her gaze
>I turn around in the parking lot, looking slightly wildly, but there’s nothing in sight
>It’s almost like her eyes are glued to my back, no matter where I look
>There’s no way in hell I can run
>Steeling myself, I take the croissant and start eating it on my way back
>I take twice the amount of time to get back
>And finish eating everything that I bought
>Take a deep breath in and walk towards that wrought iron gate
>Once again, it opens for me
>This time I notice that it doesn’t even have any visible motors
>Fuck it - don’t bother analyzing anything else here
>This whole place doesn’t feel like it fits in with reality
>I walk to the front door, jumping when it opens in front of me
>She’s standing in front of me, both hands covering her mouth
>Wearing a full sleeve, floor length purple and yellow dress, with a purple veil to top it off
>Once again, it’s like the dress is skin-tight
>And I can tell she’s amazed - she’s literally radiating amazement
>AAaand now I’m certain that her eyes change colors, now that they’re a shade of blue
>”You… You came back?”
>I point in the general direction of my bedroom door
“I uh… left a note.”
>She waves her hands frantically in front of her
>”I KNOW. It is just... I am extremely grateful. Please, come inside, but again, please leave your shoes by the door. Please!”
>She excitedly bows out of the way
>I take off my shoes and crumple the trash in my fist
“Sorry about taking off before work, but I didn’t want to work on an empty stomach.”
>She gets flustered and takes it from me, dropping it into a bin by the door
>“Oh I would have been delighted to make you anything your heart desires.”
>She stutters
“P-please, next time simply tell me what you wish to eat, and I will make it for you.”
>She presses a hand into her expansive chest
>”I am confident in my ability to prepare any and all food.”
>Holy crap she’s got a hell of a rack
>How did I miss that before
>Quickly look away before she realizes that I’ve been staring at her tits
>Clear my throat and gesture to the living room
“Uh, can we talk about the job?”
>She excitedly glides in front of me and sits in one of the antique chairs
>Maybe she was just tired of walking before
>She gestures to the mismatched tea set and the chair beside it
>There’s a black teacup and a white one sitting on the platter
>Don’t they normally come all in one matching color?
>”Care for a cup of tea? I quite enjoy it myself. Ah, wait a moment. Let me open the blinds.”
>She looks at the northeast corner, and slowly the slat wood paneling slides west, revealing an enormous wall of windows
“Yep. That’s a totally normal way to open blinds…”
>Freeze as I realize that I’ve actually said that out loud
“Ah-uh…”
>She simply looks towards me with that same cute smile
>”Yes?”
“You… Screw it.”
>She quickly covers her mouth
>I sit down in the chair across the tea table
“You like honesty, right?”
>I’m pretty sure she’s blushing hard right now, especially with how she’s trying to cover her face
“Well honestly, the way you opened the blinds isn’t normal. It’s scary as hell.”
>”Oh my, I apologize!”
“Even when you stated that you would make anything my heart desires, it’s scary.”
>”B-but, if I’m not a hospitable host, you might want to leave!”
“Building up a relationship is important before saying something like that. Otherwise people will think you’re… I don’t know…Going to cut them up and sell their organs.”
>She jumps to her feet, “I would NEVER hurt a human!”
>I raise a finger
“And that’s something else that you probably shouldn’t say around me, or any humans.”
>”Why shouldn’t I say that? It’s the truth!”
“It might be true, but you need to change how you word it. You make it sound that you’re not a human.”
>She swallows, “Not… a human… I understand.”
>Her expression darkens a little more
>”I am frightening, because I am not a human.”
“I didn’t mean that you weren’t human, just-”
>She holds up a hand and stops me
>”No, I mean, I am not a human.”
“Oh. Well…”
>Thinking back on things
>Kind of makes sense now
>There’s a squelching noise beneath her dress
>Yep, I’m gonna die now
>She lifts her dress a little
>”If you wish to run, now is the time. If you stay and watch, then run later, I will remove every memory of myself.”
>My heart pounds
>She.. She sounds different that before
“You won’t kill me?”
>She solemnly shakes her head
>”We will have never met, and you will go on your life forever without knowing who I am”
“Sounds lonely…”
>I pour some tea into the black teacup beside hers
>Mix in a bit of sugar and take a sip
>Best damn cup of tea I’ve ever had
>And she’s blushing and covering her mouth with her right hand
>Forget the terror
>She’s cute
“Carry on.”
>”Ah, of-of course. Yes. As you wish.”
>She begins peeling the dress off
>Wait she’s peeling it off…?
>Underneath she appears like an ink-black slime
>With more yellow eyes throughout her slime body than any human should have
>As the dress peels over her face, her hair turns into slime, with a gorgeous face, and two black and yellow eyes
>Her face is a lighter shade of purple..Maybe mauve?
>Wait, don’t focus on that
>The dress splats to the ground beside her
>Is… that a mouth at the base of her slime-dress…?
>Oh, yep, that’s a tongue too..
>Is that a maid outfit...made of slime?
>At this point I’m still frozen by the sheer absurdity of it all
>But at least this way, she doesn’t seem terrifying
>Weird definitely
>Otherworldly, sure
>Hot? In a way that makes me feel very uncomfortable with myself, yes.
>I chuckle
“I must be insane…”
>She looks away and begins reaching for the dress
>”I will put my dress back on. Forgive me for-”
>I take another sip of tea, and she shudders, quickly biting her knuckle
>I hold the teacup up to her as a sort of toast
“You’re not scary now. And this tea is amazing...”
>She’s still biting her knuckle
>I take another sip of tea
>”Ahhhnn~”
>Immediately spit out the tea
>That’s a moan of pleasure if I’ve ever heard one before
>She bites her knuckle harder, and I can definitely see her blush
>”O-oh…. S-sir?”
>She’s looking incredibly uncomfortable
“U-uh… yes?”
>”T-that cup…”
>She wipes a bit of slimy drool from her lip
>I look at the cup
>It’s black… inky… kind of iridescent
>Oh, must be hers… kind of a weird turn on for her maybe?
>I offer her the cup back
“Why didn’t you tell me that I was drinking from your cup?”
>She shakes her head, blushing hard
>Her right hand grabs the bottom of it
>Oh… it’s melting into her… there’s a mouth on her hand too..Oh.
“Oh.”
>She nods, while continuing to blush
>”Yes, that cup was a part of me. Although with how forward you were earlier, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
>Forward? Wait what?
>She drags her hands across the front of her slimy maid uniform, melding it with her membrane and revealing her bare - and slimy chest..
>She has nipples… do slimes need- Wait, don’t focus on that.
>”Please be gentle with me…”
>My brain, dick, and heart all are screaming, and I don’t know how to react
>My head’s the only one trying to protect my sanity, the other two… not so much
>”Is… am I not to your liking? You said screw earlier, and I assumed… I mean, I can change into-”
>I put up my hands first
“I think you misunderstood me at some point-”
>She quickly slides her hands back up, immediately covering herself with that maid outfit again
>”Forgive me. It will not happen again.”
“Hey, wait a second!”
>She stands up and starts sliding up the west staircase
“No just... damn. Let me explain myself!”
>She points at herself
>”I KNOW I AM REPULSIVE OKAY?”
“No you aren’t.”
>She stares intensely at me
>”Tell me the truth.”
>Well, it’s worked so far
“You’re so hot that it’s making me question my sanity.”
>Her gaze intensifies
>Holy shit it makes the air feel heavy
>”You… You are lying.”
>It’s like she’s trying to trick herself with those words
>Trying, but definitely failing
>Or maybe just she wants to hear it again
“No I’m not. You’re beautiful, but I’d… you know, rather get to know your name first.”
>I take a deep breath in
“I’ve clung to logic for so long, and now I’m in a situation where logic doesn’t apply…”
>I gesture to her
>Both my heart and dick are saying the same thing, but my mind has it’s one last quirk
“Let’s learn each other’s names first, then see where the day takes us…”
>She hesitates
“What’s there to lose?”
>”W-when someone who is not worthy of one of us learns of our name…”
>She shakes her head
>”If you are not worthy, my name alone will turn you insane.”
>I get up and stand at the bottom of the stairs
“Sounds lonely.”
>She nods
>I walk up the stairs
“What happens if I am worthy?”
>Her face brightens
>”Ah- umm… Then a contract will be formed. We’ll be together forever...Any time you call my name, I will be summoned to your side. Not that I would ever leave your side, master.”
>She covers her mouth
“Master?”
>That’s definitely her blushing face
“Well, my name’s Anon. How about you give me a little bit of your name… maybe I can make a nickname of it?”
>She nods
>”I will spell out a version of my first name in your tongue.”
>She hesitates and slowly spells it out
>”N-e-p-h-l-a-c-a-x-o-d-z-o-r-a-d-a-k-r-i.”
“N-e-p-h-l-a-c-a...Would Nephlaca be a suitable nickname?”
>I open my arms wondering what she's going to do
"Did-"
>She launches herself down the stairs, slamming her slimy body into mine
>I know I fell over, but I never touched the floor
“Nnnnn-”Oh god why did I ever resist this
>Nephlacaxodzoradakri
>Her first name fills my head, written in runes that I’m certain I don’t know, but for whatever reason I can read it
>I kiss into the slime that covers most of my torso, surprised to see her face and lips kissing right back
>I can barely hold it in any longer
>It already feels like I'm being sucked off, even with my clothes in the way
>Well who gives a shit about staining clothes with Nephlaca’s slime is all over…
>”I hope you don’t mind that I - AAAahn”
>God, the moans she makes when I kiss her are to die for
>Add in the sound coming from multiple mouths too...
>”- got rid of your clothes…”
>Well, that's convenient
>”Anon, I feel how hard you are… Why are you torturing yourself like this.”
>I could probably just cum from her voice alone, with how beautiful it is
“Nephlaca…”
>Her voice seems to be coming from every mouth on her body
>”Do not hold it in any longer. Cum for me… I am sooo hungry for it….”
>I let it all out for her
>Just as she cries in ecstasy too
>Another name drives itself into my head
>Barely pronounceable, just like her first name, and in those same runes
>Zrxakorlwzkervoknizhn
>She presses her lips against mine again
>Being enveloped in her feels like I’m in heaven - or in otherworldly bliss
>Same thing - who cares
>The two names burn into the forefront of my mind
>Burning hotter with each passing moment
>She pulls away, just as I need to breathe
>With a gasp I quietly whisper
“Nephlacaxodzoradakri Zrxakorlwzkervoknizhn…”
>Her jaw drops
>I feel her slime tighten around me
>I don’t think I want this to stop
>She tilts her head down and presses it against my chest
>”H-how…”
>A couple moments pass
>With her wriggling slime around my body, I’m all ready to go again
“Hey, so maybe another round?”
>She fixes her teary gaze onto me again
>And smiles
>”Yes, master!”