Chapter 114: Interlude: Climax
"Mirko, my love."
His tone was mocking yet affectionate.
"You know that your ability to breed is one of the reasons I picked you, right?"
Mirko’s eyes narrowed at his words, and she struggled to sit up despite him holding her down.
"You picked me for what? To be some kind of breeding stock?"
she spat out, anger burning in her crimson eyes.
"Oh, no, no, no."
Nyarlathotep chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.
"I picked you because you’re a delight to be around, even when you’re trying to kill me."
He leaned in closer to her, his face still obscured by his top hat.
"But let’s not kid ourselves, your fertility is a bonus. After all, what’s the point of a gorgeous woman like you if I can’t enjoy your alluring body, right?"
The bed beneath her shifted as he sat down, the mattress groaning slightly under his weight. Mirko could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she had to fight the urge to scoot away from him. She was still in shock from the fact that she hadn’t managed to even phase him with her most powerful attacks.
"Go fuck yourself asshole!"
"Now, now my snow bun bun."
He cooed, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
"Is that any way to talk to your husband, the father of our many children?"
The Rabbit Hero felt a strange heat build up within her, a mix of anger and... something else. It was like her body was betraying her, responding to his words in a way she didn’t want to admit.
"You’re not my husband."
She spat, trying to sound defiant.
"You’re a monster. I only made a bet to sleep with you for a year if you beat me in a fight, because I’ll never be with you willingly!"
Nyarlathotep leaned in closer, his breath hot on her face.
"But you do, my love. And when you admit it, you’ll realize just how much better it is to be with me fully, a true deity, rather than fight your true urges."
Mirko’s cheeks flushed, and she tried to push him away, but she lost her strength, her treacherous body not letting her refuse his advances. He was so much stronger, so much more powerful than anything she’d ever faced. Making her natural instincts kick in, wanting to breed with him and produce a stronger offspring.
It was terrifying, but also... exhilarating? No, she couldn’t be feeling that way about him, she told herself; he’s just playing with her mind like always.
The outer god leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Your body knows the truth, Rumi. You want this. You want me to claim you, to show you what it truly means to be a woman—a mother again."
Her breath hitched, and she felt her heart race even faster. The way he said it, with such confidence, such dominance... it was like he could see into the darkest parts of her soul.
"No, I don’t."
She murmured, her voice shaking.
"Liar."
He whispered, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
Mirko’s eyes widened as she felt his power, his essence, seep into her, making her body tingle and ache in places she didn’t even know could ache. She tried to struggle, to fight him off, but she was like a rabbit caught in a snare, helpless and at his mercy.
"You’re mine... And you always will be."
Nyarlathotep murmured, leaning down to kiss her.
And she couldn’t help but kiss him back, her body responding to his touch, his taste, his scent. It was something she could never experience with anyone else, a mix of power and passion that left her breathless.
As they kissed, she felt his hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. And she didn’t stop him. In fact, she found herself arching into his touch, wanting more.
He broke the kiss, his crimson eyes boring into hers.
"You’re so beautiful."
He said, his voice low and husky.
Mirko felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
"I... I fucking hate you."
She managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Good."
He replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Because I’m going to make you love me."
With that, he leaned down and claimed her mouth again, his tongue delving into the depths of her mouth, tasting her, exploring her. His hands moved to her bare breasts, her nipples hard and pebbled with need.
Mirko gasped as his mouth moved from hers to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh there, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She felt his hands move to her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and she didn’t fight him.
The Elder God’s hands slid up her inner thighs, his touch light and feather-like. And then, his fingers were there, stroking her, teasing her, making her moan with pleasure.
Mirko felt her body betraying her even further as her pussy grew wetter.
"But let’s get serious for a moment."
He continued, his voice dropping to a sultry tone.
"I need you to cooperate with me, Mirko."
Her breath hitched in her throat as his soaking fingers with her love juices reached out to caress her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the power he had just displayed.
"What do you want?"
She managed to ask through gritted teeth.
"Simple."
He said, his thumb brushing against her trembling lip.
"I want you to join me. Willingly."
Mirko’s eyes went wide with surprise and horror.
"Why would I do that?"
She choked out.
"Because if you do."
Nyarlathotep leaned in even closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"I’ll make sure that your world is spared. That your family and friends will live in peace."
The room grew quiet, only the sound of their ragged breathing filling the space. Mirko’s heart was racing as she weighed her options.
"What’s the catch?"
She finally asked.
"There’s always a catch."
He murmured, his hand sliding down to her neck, his grip firm but not painful.
"You have to bear me many children. And when the time comes, you’ll help me in my... many endeavors."
Mirko’s eyes narrowed, and she bared her teeth.
"You want me to betray everything I stand for? To kill Innocence?"
"It’s not betrayal if it’s for the greater good, isn’t it?"
The room grew tense as she stared into his unseen eyes, trying to discern if there was any truth to his words.
"You expect me to just... just lie back and let atrocities happen in front of me?"
She growled.
"Oh, no."
Nyarlathotep leaned back with a chuckle.
"I expect you to fight me every step of the way. That’s what makes you interesting. But in the end, you’ll come around. They all do."
Mirko’s fists clenched at her sides, her body tense and ready to spring into action.
"Never."
She hissed.
"I’d rather die than be a pawn in your twisted games."