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超喜欢的画师和超喜欢的玩具厂，看到合作信息毫不犹豫的就下单了✌️💕
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ぜひ予想をリプで教えてください！
正解者の中から抽選で1名様に、
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スランプから抜け出せないので落書きしてお茶を濁す作戦
Summer Karin ! Blue Archive 💙
Wanted Redux - Caulifla, Kale, Nihilister, & Indivilia (Dragon Ball/Nikke)
【Request】インディビリア(勝利の女神NIKKE)｜青い桜の二代目｜pixivFANBOX https://t.co/y9jCi74oE5
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🐦⬛: Many talk about the Commander of the Ark and his affairs withing the Four Beasts. But no one talks about his encounters with the Offsprings. Although he wasn't able to redeem them, he was able to... Have them all in his good side. How? Well, thus can see and admire how those Bonding sessions went within the Offsprings... Specially with the... Ha... The 'chocolate mommy' Indivilia, who meet the Commander after Crown Kingdom events by chance.
The fastest way to satisfy an appetite.🍟
For https://t.co/iI1b1wB0TP
@Pimmypiez Indivilia 🦂❤️
𓂀 Indivilia X Commander 𓂀
Part 2 "Perfect" 🦂
Grabbing me by the chin, Indivilia swiftly turn my face to hers. Despite my protest, no hesitation comes when our lips finally meet.
A deep, possessive kiss.
The swirl of her tongue against mine made for the eye of a coming storm of sensation.
Her taste is everything at once, salt from the desert, the blazed meal we shared, a faint, coppery tang of her own bitten lip.
A muffled moan vibrates through my throat as the kiss deepens, her hand coming up to cup my face as she pushes us against a shelf, knocking some things off.
When she finally breaks apart, thin, silvery stringlings connects us still.
heat radiating off her skin mixes with mine’s
Indivilia: “Aren’t you tasty…”
she purrs, her crimson eyes, where once corruption dominated her motions, were now aflame with a sentiment all of her own as they narrowed playful and predatory.
Indivilia: “But I want a deeper flavor”
She steps back, her tail not letting go off its tension as she slowly lowered herself and her knees hit the cool, giftshop tiles. That flimsy thong disappearing between her bronzed, bend butt. She looked up at me, head tilted, lust slithering its way up her lions and coiling around her core.
Nimbly like a danseuse, her fingers hooked into the waistband of my trousers, tugging them down with ease.
Her movements ceased for a second before her smirk widened
Indivilia: "What the… this is, way bigger than I thought ... Mmm, well, I didn’t expect much but still… How come someone so ingenuous ends up something so… uselessly oversized.”
Her teasing doesn’t last long as she wraps one hand around the hilt of my shaft, and strokes it once, slowly, from base to top, watching it twitch in her grip
Indivilia: “I might end up sore… Not sure if is it really a cock really worth serving, Man-thing”
Despite those subtle currents of cruelty still ebbing throughout her veins, Indivilia’s composure was slowly vanishing as her gaze darted hungrily across the mouthwatering crisscross of pulsating veins etched across the now “stupidly huge member”
Her fingers leisurely tracing every contour and ridge, all pliant and responsive while her nails were circling the glands, pressing them to see beads of precum drip one by one on her palm
All of Indivilia’s thoughts were focused on pumping her fist up and down… getting more of the musky, pungent odor of virility that was soiling her nostrils and sending her heart jumping beats at each hidden sniff
The aroma so pheromonic to her that she felt, even if subconsciously, that the man before her was her most primal pairing; born to be hers.
So, without realizing, Indivilia was already lapping every dew of fluid she saw, making my cock sticky and all the more strokeable, intensifying every roll of her tongue
Indivilia: “🤎🤎🤎~ Mᴍᴍᴘᴘᴘʜʜʜᴍᴍᴍ! Sooo… sᴄʜʀᴘᴘᴘᴘᴘ~ harddddd… ᴏᴜʜᴍɢɢʜʜʜʜʜ~ What are you imagining, hmm? Liiick… Shlup…shlup shlup~ You’re imagining my mouth massaging your cock? Polishing this thick man-meat until you’re left groaning like a beast, raring to rut in the nearest tight, wet… pussy?”
Indivilia: “If so, let me make it reality~”
Blood rushes to the hardon tensing on Indivlia’s lips, growing more insistent just as her tongue lolled out with a blank, sex-hungry air
And finally, her lips closed in an all-consuming seal, halfwild canines brushing against bellend before she adjusted herself to pull my cock deeper into her now dedicated cum-draining throat
Indivilia: “…Mmm, mmh... mmm...”
She begins bobbing her head, smooching my girth so wantonly it’s hard to believe that just a few moments ago she still tried to retain any pose
Indivilia: “Mm~ mm, mm ... mm, mm, mm”
She even started to dig into the piss-slit, as if trying to coax more fluid.
I staggered, holding on a drawer or so, since my knees felt like they were of brittle and Indivilia was just smashing every nerve-end of my crotch with her motions
Indivilia: “Mmm, mm... hmm”
The pleasure intensified to an unbearable level when she gasped, sputtering as she pulled back with a loud pop
Indivilia: “PWAH~🤎🤎🤎~ Mᴍᴍᴘᴘᴘʜʜʜᴍᴍᴍ!” The drooling tip spilling free of Indivilia’s plush lips, which were swollen and glossy with spit and precum.
Indivilia: “Damn, trying to dislocate my mandible, are you?” she says, slurring her words while her panting breaths waft against my length, keeping it dilated
Indivilia: “Hmm, you’re so hot it looks like your cock is a rub away from melting”
“Y-You’re incredible at this...”
Indivilia: “Oh? You haven’t seen nothing yet, Man-thing, I still need to get my treat off of this”
On bet, Indivilia dives back in, with all semblance of dignity diluted.
Her cheeks hollowed out, pumping it straight down her throat, mercilessly hitting me with a vacuum-esque tonguing so unreasonably hard it felt more like she was trying to rip the cock off the muscle
Indivilia: “SlrrrRrp~! Mhmff~ SlrRRpp~! SlRrrPP~!.. MhMM~.. Slkslk”
Near instantly I felt pleasure run electric from my hips, up the spine, and slamming into my brain
“Ugh, I can't ... I'm going to cum!”
At that, Indivilia’s tail constricted even harder on my leg, her throat tensing in synch to my swelling cock while her hands held me close and she buried herself further in, as to not miss a single drop…
Indivilia: “𝙎𝙝𝙡𝙡𝙧𝙥... 𝙜𝙡𝙠—𝙜𝙡𝙠—𝙗𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙠𝙠𝙠! 𝙛𝙬𝙤𝙥-𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙜𝙝! 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙡𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙠-𝙜𝙡𝙪𝙪𝙧𝙥... 𝙝𝙠𝙠-𝙜𝙡𝙡𝙠𝙠... 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙥-𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙋𝙆-𝙝𝙝𝙧𝙠𝙠”
She shallowed every wad of what for her was an absolutely disgusting, and addictively man-essence.
…
When she pulled away, and opened her mouth, cum still came out splashing onto her covered chest, erotically covering her cinnamon-colored skin in pearlescent streaks…
Looking down, her tongue and teeth were sunken within the sea of semen, the sight so feverishly muggy that I worried she would be lustburn by it
Indivilia: “NghhH~!.. Ooh~! Oh~! Ugh~! Ish delishious~ Hnng, ahhn, haah, cock 🤎Ahhh, cock 🤎 Sllrp, mmhg, mmwah”
Her thighs were pressing together also, surely aching for pressure, and for one reason or another Indivilia fell off her already precarious balance, landing on her butt with a bounce and dragging me with her, face-first into her breasts.
Indivilia: “Hahaha… that was the tastiest treat I’ve ever gotten, Man-thing… so much too~ you’re spoiling me rotten”
“G-glad… to be of service”
Indivilia: “Haha, so cute…”
Then, with a flick of her fingers, Indivilia’s heretic armor started to recede into her body, the nanomachines giving way to her full naked figure
Outlined by the dim flashlight, the Egyptian bale is sublimely sexier, her body delightfully defined and toned. Teasy tan-lines contrasting her kissable, sunbeded skin, where a glistering sheen of sweat highlighted the caramel hues brushing over her peachy curves.
Indivilia herself let out a sharp, breathy laugh that cuts off into a gasp as the cool air hits her newly exposed body. Her thighs twitch as rivers of want flow down her calves, her pert-ends respond in kind, the rosy pearls bejeweling her breasts taut and perky.
Indivilia: “I’d be too greedy if I said I want another shot, Man-thing?”
Her legs Inosculate, wrapping my waist bow-wise, locking her ankles near mine’s as she takes the top.
Smoothy, she sidles down, guiding me to meet that nerve-ridden heat
Digging deliciously, my cock parts the pinkest petals of her pussy, which are so soaked I slide-in near frictionless, sending all fibers of her physique afire for each inch in earns a moan of hers.
She holds me there midway, her reddened eyne locking with mine’s, a challenging spark in their depths.
Then, without mercy nor wait, she spears herself full in my length.
hungrily holding me down as I felt her grip envelope me in that stunningly soft pressure.
What follows are a series of suffocating squeezes as she “lap-smooches” my crotch with teasing wiggles
Indivilia: “Fuck! You’re bruising my guts… I’ve cut heads for less, Man-thing… be grateful. Isn’t everyday a human can claim he bedded a Heretic by her own accord”
Being attacked by the smooth, round-end of Indivilia’s insanely buttery ass left me no response, my hands moved on their own, groping her butt as to ground myself but that just stranded me further into her, for the swell was as malleable as warmed wax, bouncing back into my palms.
Just then, she began to move, and I truly drowned.
Winding waves of musculature blurring with the speed of her slut-squats were fogging my mind with nothing but the spine shuddering sound of her smacking ass and the ebb of mind-meltingly hot flesh around my cock.
Indivilia too, so immersed in her own rhythmical rippling didn’t realize she putting all her weight on that motion, nor that she would have cared about the upcoming bruises since she leaned down to just whisper in my ears.
Indivilia: "I wasn’t built for gentle~”
Her pace, which was already overwhelming on its own, turned frantic, desperate, her nails digging into my chest as she rode her desire fully, her moans turned into broken chants
Indivilia: "I’ll milk you dry, Man-thing...! Every last, delicious drop for me...! C'mon, melt for me. Fill me up! Prove me you can keep up!"
She slams down even harder, grinding her clit against my pelvis, her walls fluttering and clamping down around me as her own orgasm builds rapidly,
Her back bends backwards so sharply it sends her nipples drawing wide arcs in the air while her wails tear through her throat and begin to turn into dust-lifting screams that echo across the museum
Those unbridled cries of ecstasy only urge me to meet her euphoria as I slap her ass, brutally bashing her cervix I thrust up in egg-hitting rut.
Each hit felt like an explosion of pleasure hitting a dam inside us, a rush of electricity races up our spines nearly in synch when a chain of climaxes overloads us
The moment I unleash, Indivilia’s body locks up like a livewire. Her head thrown back, a silent scream caught in her lungs as her own, diluvial orgasm crashes into her, triggered by the feeling of the sheer outpour of boiling cum flooding her deepest corner. Enflaming her pulse whole.
For a long, suspended moment, the only sounds are her ragged pants subsiding into whimpers, the creak of the giftshop shelves, and the wet, obscene sounds of our combined fluids trickling out where our bodies meet, leaving reminders of raw desire stuck there
She slumps forward, collapsing onto my chest, her sweaty, spent and limp body trembles as it presses itself against mine’s, still seeking contact. Her face nuzzles into the crook of my neck, without any pretense of dominance, her breath hot and uneven.
A few moments of afterglow pass in heavy, satisfied silence before she speaks, her voice hoarse and raw, all the smirking edge gone
Indivilia: "... Hnng, haah… hnng, my hips are all numb, haah, hnng..."
She lifts her head just enough to look at me, her eyes hazy and full of rapture, a lazy smile spreading across her lips
Indivilia: "...That wasn't half bad for a… squirmy, wiggly, squishy… Man-thing”
She lets out a final, soft laugh, then presses a tender, lingering kiss to my lips, tasting her new favorite flavor.
Pulling back, her thumb brushes a stray strand of hair from my forehead and her cheeks flush a deeper shade of bronze
Indivilia: "...perfect"
𓂀 Indivilia X Commander 𓂀
I awakened at the meridian of a nameless day, my joints aching as though I had been hurled halfway across the world.
My brain felt like it had been split in two. I had no memory of how I’d gotten here; nothing before the scene in front of me. What little I could recall involved a sort of joint operation with Eden…
When I finally focused on my surroundings, it felt like I was trapped in a feverous dream
A deadened wilderness of barren-brown and singed ochre; farther on, towering buttes loom indifferent, like the monuments of an older round of this land
Nearby, sparse thorny scrubs and brittle bushes whistle as dust devils spiral through the ragged fields
The soil felt less stony and more akin to the osseous texture of dried carcasses left in cracks beneath too many midday suns,
But before I could offer myself any respite, there came a sight as unforgiving as the desert haze: Indivilia.
!!!
How...
According to Johan’s report she wasn’t even supposed to be alive…
Yet here she was, her presence subtly threatening, like a mine waiting for someone to step too close.
But her expression is vacant, confused and astonished at the same time
She didn’t even to noticed me
And I, still too dazed to be wary, let the words leave my mouth before I could stop them.
“Hey—“
THRAAAM
faster than I could track, a shockwave hits me
Did she make a preemptive strike?!
I brace for the pain of a cut-off limb to hit me as well when a wall of dust instantly covers my field of view
…
When it finally settles, she’s already gone.
Guess she just fled using her speed
Wait… she fled?
A heretic fleeing from a human?
I check over myself to see if there’s "anything out of the ordinary” on me and…
Nothing, just my uniform, a bit tattered but that’s common at this point
Then why?
…
Well, I should find some shade to ponder this under, else I'll melt where I stand.
---
It doesn't take an hour under the cloudless sky for me to realize an officer's uniform wasn’t made with this weather in mind.
The suit's fabric felt like it was hammering needles of heat at every step I took, and the metal of the badges had grown as hot as a handgun barrel after shotting.
I ditched the jacket and repurposed it into a cowl. The tie, belt, and buttons followed. Not discarded, I simply couldn't bear any pressure upon me save that of the sparse wind.
Nonetheless, I pressed on.
At twilight, the hours weighed heavily on both mine an’ the sun’s shoulders.
The flat-topped hills stood purple beneath their tendril-like umbra, their shadows stretching across the wasteland beneath a featureless moon.
It was as if I had walked out what any map could compass.
While searching for a silhouette to lean against and sleep beneath, I find her again.
Sitting beside the fibrous trunk of a dried yucca, her face bearing the sternness I had come to expect.
SHIIIIK—
Indeed, I shouldn’t underestimate a Heretic reported to reach supersonic speed
Indivilia’s tail whipped through the night freezing air faster than my eyes could follow.
The blade's tip came to a halt an inch from my neck.
Indivilia: “You did this, Man-thing?”
"Did what?! I'm as much in the dark about this whole situation as you are."
Indivilia: “Don’t lie, you should know… my revival. This isolation…. How my body is mine again... how I’m… in control”
“Wait, you mean… your corruption isn’t—”
She raises her eyebrow at my disbelief of her newfound condition
Slowly, her tail retracted, though her gaze doesn’t seem any less laced by suspicion
Indivilia: “It would seem so, and judging by your tone… Well, I should've known my freedom couldn't have come from someone as insignificant as you.”
Admittedly, that jab cut deeper than her tail-blade ever could, even if not for the reasons she expected.
Still,
An uncorrupted heretic, that comes before anything else right now
“So… how you’re feeling?”
She chuckled at that, surely at how absurd it sounded to her.
Indivilia: “Trying to fall into my good graces, Man-thing? How is my state of being relevant to you?”
Indivilia: “Or perhaps do you wish for my aid? If so, I must ask, is it truly that easy for you to forgive an enemy?”
She was certain she had caught a lie and its desperation before they could spring, convinced her sharp wit would pry the motives of the men apart before he could masquerade his reactions.
But then she found herself more disarmed than she had ever been.
“Well, if you’re free of corruption, we don’t have a reason to be enemies, right?”
“So yes, I’d say it’s that easy”
…
Indivilia prided herself on dissecting emotions like no other, and when she found only unvarnished honesty in the men’s words, she could scarcely believe her own ears.
Indivilia: “You… can’t be serious…”
And as if that honesty was a contagious thing, then came a sight no one had ever been privileged to see before:
Indivilia’s carefree, slightly blushful and devoiced of malice, laugh.
Indivilia: "Hahaha aren’t you absurd, Man-thing? Too absurd to exist, but… but here you are, standing right in front of me”
She tilted her head, looking me fully now, I was oddly familiar too but she couldn’t pinpoint my face from the fog of her red-stained memories.
“Thanks, I guess?”
Indivilia: "Oh no, thank you, Man-thing. I haven’t laugh this hard since… well, since before."
For a few seconds, we simply stared at one another. I looked away. She kept staring.
Indivilia: "Tell me, Man-thing. What makes you think I'd choose your side?”
“What you mean?”
“I'm free to decide my actions, yes, but that doesn't mean I'd side with you, or humanity for that matter. I'm still a Heretic after all.”
“The raptures wouldn’t take you in, not without taking away your thoughts and I assume you wouldn’t want that again… so, at worst you’d choose your own way forward. Away from all this war. Which, I’m fine with that too.”
Indivilia: "But you'd wish I would to end up on your side, wouldn't you, Man-thing?"
“That’s like asking I’d like to win the lottery”
Indivilia: “haha Indeed…”
Her gaze drifted toward the dark, at no particular thing but she seemed pensative.
Indivilia: “The path I’ll seek… doesn’t belong to anyone, not your Ark, and for sure not the Raptures. So, you’d be smart to stay out of my way”
…
"Not that I even could”
“But maybe your way will lead me back to my own?"
Indivilia: “Huh?”
“Would you mind if we traveled together from now on?”
“After all, let’s say you chose to go… that way, as far as I know, that could be my way home too”
Indivilia’s smile widened again, the man before her was proving more and more interesting
Indivilia: "Hmm... why not? I can tell you're the type that no matter how much one shoos you away, you keep crawling back.”
Indivilia: “But be careful, Man-thing, you’re inconsequential enough that I don't mind your presence but the instant you become a nuisance, I won't hesitate to leave you behind.”
“Then I’d just need to keep up”
Indivilia: “Tsk… yes, that’s all you’d need”
After that, there wasn’t much left to say. She leaned back on the yucca trunk; I did the same opposite to her.
Shaggy leaves don’t make much of a pillow, sure. But strange as it was to think… Indivilia’s presence was oddly comforting.
…
..
---
We set off by daybreak, under first light.
To my surprise, Indivilia chose to walk, at a reasonable pace too. Not transforming into her Rapture form nor launching herself into the distance.
"I want to conserve my energy," she said. "Besides, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do.” I didn’t argue, if anything it would be easier to keep up that way…
Or that was what I thought.
By noon, the dawn behind us felt more like the ignition of an unseen furnace, at least for me.
Mere walking, even under a scorching sun, doesn't bother Indivilia.
But it would bother me, and she knew it.
What I forgot to consider was that, after all, Indivilia is a Nikke still. Her specs far surpass my condition, more so when she's accustomed to this type of weather, considering her motif.
After a while, the crunch of our boots upon the baked clay soil sounded so utterly intrusive against the barren silence that I wanted to slow down simply to hear less of it
Accompanying it was the constant clank of Indivilia’s heretic gear, the occasional chink of her harness sliding over the smooth skintight suit beneath it.
Sunlight ran fluidly across her ebony armour, its metallic gold accents gathering at the ridges as though to highlight her seamlessly sculpted stature.
Whether it was the lack of any other vista or something I couldn’t name, I found myself staring listlessly at Indivilia’s every hip-swaying step.
She would occasionally glance over her shoulder, catching my gaze with her kohl-rimmed eyes. A knowing smirk would tug at her lips and she turned forward again.
That left me with little to look at but her obsidian tresses threaded with turquoise streaks. Indivilia’s hair hung loose beneath her pharaonic diadem, a few strands plastered against her damp nape while the rest cascaded well past her waist.
At least she did sweat. I had been worried she might overheat, but even in that she seemed to excel.
As far as I could tell, I was rancid by now. Her?
Perfumed beads of perspiration raced along her olive skin, gathering at her brassiere before their weight carried them down her midriff or along her back, where they followed the shallow dimples above her tailed waist to leave behind an intoxicating scent of coconut…
But the “worst” came just below that...
A thin strip of fabric utterly swallowed by the sheer excess of curves, coiled with the promise of motion.
How Indivilia had squeezed herself into such an ultra-slim thong, so tightly snug it seemed but a strain away from snapping, was near unexplainable.
She’s like an oasis amidst the senseless expanse... an oasis from which sensuality itself seemed to flow.
I wondered if she also knew how thoroughly the sum of her allure was smothering my senses.
I staggered, too immersed in her to realize it at first, while Indivilia strode on as though all deserts were her domain.
…
By dusk, we stopped by an ossuary where coyotes had dug up the long dead and scattered their bones, but still we saw no game, no birds save for blurry shapes drifting far upon the horizon...
And so, hunger grew, gnawing so deep into my bowels that I began to consider the leather of my belt enough for a full broth, but how would I boil it… with not a drop of water in sight also.
My mouth was by now filled by the coppery taste of exhaustion and dehydration, my lips cracked, and a swollen tongue found itself stuck to the roof of my mouth.
---
By the third midday, I started inventing destinations amidst the heat-hazed veil of mirages, a ridge morphed into an old village. Lonesome rocks were wells. Dried grass was as green as imagination could paint it. Each illusion lasted a few seconds yet I welcomed them all the same…
Speaking became painful, not that we were talking much anyways…but soon every breath seemed to scrape something inside of my throat.
Not long after, thinking itself became its own task, and so I marched on without any order in my mind.
…
..
“Look”
Uh?
Did she say something?
I wasn’t sure.
Still, I looked up…
!!!
A… cactus…
a cac-
I was already in a full sprint, no thoughts left but those of liquid. Any liquid.
I began punching it
*THWACK-THUD*
The spikes digging into my knuckles
*SHNK*
I brought chunks into my mouth
*CRUNCH-CRACK*
impaling my gums on the spines, my nerves too dried and adrenaline too high to register any pain as I sucked at the wet pulp.
I couldn’t care less about alkaloids or acidic sap
All that mattered was that it was something wet.
Its foul taste made me retch, yet I swallowed the slime all the same.
After the initial rush, I dropped to my knees before the shredded plant
And the cactus looked like the effigy of a sacred thing meant to be adored
From nearby, Indivilia observed the culmination of her suspicions.
She knew the kind of desolation brought about by these barren wastes was but a crucible, wherein men were broken and rejointed into lesser things…
Wherein the essence of one’s heart can be extract by the elements.
Perhaps it indulged her sadistic side more than she cared to admit, but she had to know;
All can claim virtue when they're comfortable, it takes a steadfast soul to retain its conviction at the depths of despair.
And she had to know what would the men behind her become when reduced to his basest instincts…
And now she knew, it’s was a man that would soon poison himself before turning on an “ally”
Even after all that deprivation, the most he did was look upon with lecherous eyes, much to her amusement…
Not once he looked at her as a lesser, as merely a resource, a scrap, something to use at necessity and then discarded... he didn’t look at like the Queen did.
But she wouldn’t be allowed much time to ponder on what direction to take after this new development in her judgment
Soon after we began to walk again, despite still being hours away from nighttime, it was getting dark, too dark to… see
…
..
.
*THUD*
---
Perhaps it was due to the lack of activity amidst the arid wastes, that’s what she would tell her herself later, but she noticed right away when the men steps ceased behind her.
For the moment, she kept striding... seemingly as unbothered as she could appear to be as she tried deciding what to think.
He’s fine. And even if he isn’t, I said I wouldn’t bother…
But, to the shock of her own mind, her feet are stuck where she left them, digging anxiously into the sand, whilst ignoring her thoughts in preference for the murmurs within her chest.
Surely, she had merely grown accustomed to his tired exhales or his dragging boots… still, to think she could lose his struggling rhythm if she went on without him… that would be bothersome
…
..
.
…hating him is really hard
---
Hours later, the sun stung without its light.
I woke slowly, as disoriented as I could ever be, my hair so soaked it seemed I had passed out as I was being waterboarded…
!!!
Wait, water?!
I sat up in a rush, blinking fast trying to kickstart my senses, and I found myself seated on a worn mosaic-stone floor, cold beneath me.
looking around out I saw the interior some sort of sand-sunken structure. A massive set of broken windows behind me, spilling sunlight through its shattered frame.
Seemingly, it had been through there that we entered.
beside me was a sight even more shocking…
An antelope, eviscerated. It’s guts still warm and bright red.
"I assume you know what to do with that?"
Her voice, came from above.
In front me, there she was.
Indivilia sat side-saddle upon the tyrannosaurus' spine, cross-legged between its enormous ribs, the museum's fossil repurposed into a throne befitting her self-made reign.
…
A mere nod was all the motion I could muster.
---
Around midnight, I had a meal going.
It wasn't hard. The long-forgotten museum's interior was surprisingly well preserved; sandstorms had shrouded the building and the town around it beneath an overcoat of debris. A place built to preserve history, preserved by history itself.
A small flame crackled within a ring of broken marble while strips of meat hissed atop a metal plaque scavenged from a nearby fence.
I could barely wait for it to finish cooking before I began eating.
Across from me, Indivilia merely watched, smiling faintly the same way a feline might watch a bird build its nest.
She still sat atop the skeleton, her knuckle resting against its skull as firelight danced across her features.
"You're not eating?"
Indivilia: "Uh? Oh, should I? I don't need it, Man-thing."
"Even so, you hunted it, so it's only fair.”
“Not to mention, it tastes better when you share."
Indivilia: "Hmm..."
The corners of her lips curled upward.
With a swift jump, she landed nearly atop me.
Indivilia: "Aren't you generous?"
A slit of meat popped loudly over the fire.
She side-eyed it before sitting beside me and helping herself to a few slices without ceremony.
Indivilia: "A bit unbecoming and the flavor is somewhat crude... but there's something about it. It's quite unique…same as you”
“Me? In what sense?”
Indivilia: "Don't play dense now”
Indivilia: “It's been well over three days. Even if you didn't realize it... most would be emaciated by now."
She leaned closer, her tail swiftly coiling around my legs while gloved fingers traced a path down from my collarbone.
Indivilia: "Yet you pressed on, retaining those sculptural pecs and iron-hard abs, haha... There's something in you that even the desert couldn't drain.”
Indivilia: “What would that be?"
"Well, maybe you'll figure it out if you are patient."
Indivilia: "I hate waiting”
Indivilia: "in another life, I'd simply slice you up and look for myself…”
She held herself so close that her warm breath made the fire feel meager between us. Grease hissed upon the metal plate as her half-lidded eyes lingered on me for a drawn-out moment.
But then she relented, lazily settling beside me.
Indivilia: "But I can tell you’re still too weak, Man-thing.”
Indivilia: “Eat, recharge your stamina. You wouldn't want to waste that invigorating taste of fresh blood, would you?"
There, I felt like nothing I could say or do would delay whatever Indivilia had already envisioned in her mind.
---
We finished eating in a silence that grew heavier by the minute.
The night was cold, yet I didn't feel like sleeping after having been unconscious for so long.
Indivilia: "Say, don't you think this place has more to offer than just shelter?"
"Uh? Oh, yeah.”
“I've never been to a museum on the surface myself."
Indivilia: "So, why not grab the opportunity for some aesthetic appreciation?"
Indivilia spoke while already on her feet, urging me to follow her deeper into the old structure.
Surely it won’t hurt to see what the old old-humanity was up to.
I dug a small flashlight from my pocket and thumbed it on. The beam swept across the nearest archway.
Its stonework looked ancient, whether faithfully replicated or truly millennia old, I couldn't tell. Judging by some torn posters and informational placards scattered nearby, a themed exhibition had been underway before this place was suddenly abandoned.
Going in, we began seeing rows of displays encasing papyrus scrolls and golden artifacts right away.
I had to brush the dust off some of them to properly see their contents.
Indivilia, whom I had expected to take the lead, instead remained by my side the entire time, reading the plaques alongside me.
She’d give out insight atop the already informative texts too
And she seemed particularly impressed by the statues adorned with inlaid eyes, which made each silhouette appear alive within the tomb-like rooms, and by the Coptic pillars etched with hieroglyphs.
Eventually, we arrived at what appeared to be a reconstructed shrine.
A pylon-style entrance dwarfed even the Heretic herself.
Inside stood a carving of a winged goddess seated upon gilded wood, its feathered arms outstretched in an unspoken majesty. The room was half-submerged in sand, yet that did nothing to diminish its splendor. If anything, it made the scene all the more evocative.
"I know some people who would kill to be here right now..."
Indivilia: "Oh? Thinking about other women now? Am I not sufficient company?"
"W-what?! No, no, I didn't mea—"
Indivilia: "Hahaha, you're so easily flustered, Man-thing. How pathetic... but oh so adorably pathetic."
I suppose that did make me blush. Still... she did sound a little jealous too.
"I wonder where the mummies would be..."
Indivilia: "Look for the figure of a jackal, or perhaps a grand crocodile. I'd imagine the curators of this place would have made a spectacle of those ancient bodies."
"You seem quite knowledgeable, Indivilia. Was this culture an interest of yours?"
Indivilia: "What? Don't be foolish. It's interesting because it's interesting, that's all."
Now look who's blushing...
Wait, thinking about it now, this was beginning to feel less like just exploration and more like a—
Indivilia: “Come Come, we’re still far from seeing everything this place has to offer, I’m sure”
“Ah, yeah. I’m going”
Ought to reserve that thought…
We soon passed through corridors whose walls were lined with cartouches. And stopped at each one to try coming up with meanings for them.
Indivilia carried a confidence different from her usual boastfulness. She offered names and dates naturally, waiting for no compliments, merely eager to share what she knew.
Moving on, we finally found the mummies.
The sight wasn't as gruesome as I had imagined, admittedly.
Each figure was behind thick glass and was, well, thoroughly mummified. Bandages covered them from head to toe.
Indivilia: "These should be priests. If so, we're close to the pharaoh exhibit."
And she wasn't wrong (of course she wasn't) as we soon came upon enormous jackal-headed statues guarding the entrance to a grand hall supported by djed pillars.
It was locked.
Again, to my surprise, Indivilia didn't simply burst through.
Instead, she neatly severed the chains from the handles with her tail-blade, measuring her strength.
Beyond lay a rectangular crypt. A circular window adorned with an ankh sign overlooked the chamber. At its far end, centered beneath a sphinx, rested a sarcophagus.
Due to the room's airtight nature, it remained immaculate, as pristine as the limestone walls surrounding it. Gold gleamed across its surface whenever my flashlight passed over it.
The rest of the architecture proved no less grand: lotus capitals, red granite, a ceremonial table bearing four canopic jars, and modern-made tapestries depicting pyramids grander than any landmark I had ever seen on the Surface.
Indivilia: “Can you imagine anything as beautiful as this?”
She asked, no longer caring to hide her smile as she traced the engravings along the pillars with a gentleness I would never have imagined belonging to her.
“I can think of someone, yes”
She glanced back and caught the way I was looking at her.
The blush returned almost immediately, and she looked away.
---
When we reached the exit, I expected to find nothing but another locked door.
Instead, there was a gift shop. Then again, why wouldn't there be? After all those sights, it only made sense that visitors would want some plastic-made memorabilia.
Indivilia didn't seem particularly interested.
"Hey, don't you want to take a look at least?"
Indivilia: "Hmm? Well, if you're the type to collect inferior replicas, I suppose we could."
Despite her initial dismissal, the trinkets weren't half bad.
Some were glasswork, others were adorned with actual gemstones, but none seemed to capture Indivilia’s interest as she idly browsed the shelves.
Amidst a collection of jade-winged scarabs sat an obsidian-carved scorpion. I picked it up and handed it to Indivilia.
Indivilia: "Oh? How cute. Because I'm a 'Scorpioness'?"
"Well... I-I guess that's a bit—"
Indivilia: "Haha, still so easy to embarrass. I wouldn't have picked it up myself, but since it's from you..."
She secured the little ornament in her palms, smiling as brightly as she had back in the royal chamber.
Indivilia: "Do tell, Man-thing... what did you think of the exhibition?"
"It was… more than I can put into words.”
“That's our history. Humanity's history. To think It was just waiting to be rediscovered like that… It’s incredible how those things survived all this time."
Indivilia: "Humanity’s history, hmm?"
"That means it's your history too."
Indivilia: "A Heretic's?"
"Just because you're a Heretic doesn't mean you weren't human once. And even if it did... you're human now. I don't think a Rapture would've looked at all those things with so much love."
Indivilia: "Hahaha... you're so naïve... but, not the worst kind of naïve."
…
Indivilia: "Man-thing, you said your way might as be in the same direction as mine’s…”
Indivilia: “your way... does it involve preserving the beauty of what you've seen tonight too? Do you struggle for those dusty old mummies as well?"
"Without question, I'd fight for every single one of those sights."
Yet again, Indivilia felt an honestly as close to her own’s as she ever came to feeling.
Just then, I felt something creeping up my leg again, Indivilia’s tail, pulling me into her reach.
Indivilia: “Well, I give up”
“Eh? On what?”
Indivilia: “On waiting”
Her arms idly wrapped around my neck and I felt my ears grow increasingly hot.
Indivilia: “See, Man-thing, I’ve never been one to contradict my instincts, or pass on a pleasure…”
Indivilia: “Now that I can tell our paths are one in the same, those instincts are screaming at me”
Indivilia: “So, I should say that in my path, this the pace: I take what I desire, when I desire it~"
"Wai—"
Indivilia: "Shhh. Don't be loud now—"
Indivilia: “—That comes later."
---
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