Just Waiting for the Prey
30. Just waiting. For the prey to return.
30. Just waiting. For the prey to return.
"Hah... hah..."
Ian lay sprawled on the floor, gasping raggedly for breath. It wasn't the lingering aftershocks of climax or the stabbing pain piercing his body—it was the simple fact that he could breathe that drove him to the brink of madness.
"Hee hee... your face is getting prettier by the minute."
Maritia, straddling his chest, gazed down at him languidly. The heat in her eyes hadn't fully subsided yet.
"Now that you've had a little rest... shall we keep going?"
Those words froze Ian's body once more. He couldn't even pass out and escape this time. With his mind fully returned, every sensation sharpened into vivid clarity.
"Come on... lick."
Maritia grabbed his hair and pulled his head between her legs. Hot, slick flesh pressed against his lips.
Lick.
Ian didn't want to endure any more pain. Submissively, he extended his tongue and began lapping at her pussy.
"Haa... you've gotten so much better in just one day."
She let out a low, satisfied chuckle, gently stroking his head. That touch felt even more humiliating than the rest.
Shame rose in his throat, but Ian gritted his teeth and swallowed it down. Right now... he just had to endure.
Maritia slowly rose, releasing his hair. She licked her lips lightly and glanced around the room.
"Now... let's get serious."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the clones sprang into motion. The one perched above his head leaned down gently. Their lips met in a sweet kiss. This time, it wasn't rough like before. Her tongue tip cautiously explored his mouth, wrapping around his own with tender care.
"Open your mouth wider. Slowly... feel it properly."
The clone's voice whispered low and soft. Her tongue delved deep but without force—comforting, soothing motions instead.
The two clones on either side closed in simultaneously. Warm breath tickled his left ear.
"This spot... so sensitive. You're trembling."
A wet tongue tip traced slow circles into his right ear. Gently, yet persistently.
"Hngh..."
Ian's body twitched. The shiver from his ear rippled straight to his brain, quickening his breath. But this time, it wasn't pain... it was a strange warmth spreading to his chest.
"Haa... reacting like this from just your ears... so cute, Ian."
The remaining clones laughed softly as they approached. One suckled his nipple tenderly.
"Your nipples are hard. Such an honest body."
Another clone rubbed the inside of his thigh and murmured low.
"Spread your legs. Wider... show me everything. Don't hide."
Six mouths and hands caressed his body at once. Hot, wet sensations soaked his skin—not the forced ecstasy yanked from him before, but a slow, gentle sweetness seeping in.
His limbs were free, but Ian had no desire to move. The waves enveloping him were too soft; he wanted to sink deeper instead. Unthinkingly, he arched his hips slightly.
"Ah..."
A moan slipped out. Not from shame this time... but pure tremor.
"Hee hee..."
Maritia's true body approached with a soft laugh. As the clones parted, she climbed onto his thighs. Her hand wrapped around his already hardened cock, guiding it slowly into her.
Squelch... slurp...
"Hnn... so hot... Ian, you want me too, don't you?"
As it slid fully inside, her eyes rolled back slightly. She slammed her hips down with a low chuckle.
"Ah... you're filling me up. Feels good... so good."
Then she began rocking her hips in earnest. Back and forth, up and down, in circles. The rhythm quickened, but it stayed gentle. Her hands pressed against his chest, palms warm where nails might have clawed before.
Slap... slap...
"Haa... Ian, can you feel it? How you tremble every time I move... I feel it all."
One clone covered his mouth again, whispering.
"Moan louder. Don't hold back... show me everything."
Slurp... slurp...
The others licked his neck, ears, nipples in tandem.
"This spot... it's all swollen red. I'll lick it softer."
Lick... slurp...
"Deep inside your ear... this'll drive you crazy, right? Slowly... slowly..."
Sluuurp... sluuurp...
Ian's body bucked in time with Maritia's movements.
"Ngh...! Haa...!"
The sounds bursting from his throat were no longer stifled. Pleasure and shame no longer tangled; only pure sensation remained. This kinder pleasure pulled him in deeper than anything before. His body moved toward her on its own—wanting more, craving to feel everything.
Slap... slap... squelch...
Maritia leaned down, whispering directly into his ear. "Should I... shake harder?"
But instead of answering, Ian's trembling hand rose to her thigh. For the first time... he pulled her closer himself.
She smiled. Beautifully, and this time, with a hint of warmth.
"Yes... like that. Just how you want it."
Her hips crashed down hard once more.
Thud... slap... smack!
Wet sounds, hot breaths, endless moans filled the room.
One clone murmured low. "We're... far from done, Ian. Tonight's going to be long."
Maritia ground her hips as she whispered. "That's right. Until I'm satisfied..."
The room grew hotter. No end in sight. Only the slapping rhythm, swelling moans, and their mingled breaths filled the space.
**********
The next morning.
The clones bustled about the room, preparing to depart. A stark contrast to last night's sticky, sweltering air—this cold, sharp reality snapped back into focus.
Ian stared blankly at the scene. His newly freed hands covered only his vital spots as he stood. His body still felt heavy and languid from the night's echoes. Every inhale revived those sensations, making his legs quiver faintly.
Maritia clung tightly to his back. No intention of letting go— one arm crossed his stomach like a vise, the other draped over his shoulder to cup his chest warmly. Her fingertips grazed his nipple lightly, ever so slowly.
Her breath brushed his nape, hot and tingling like tiny electric shocks with each exhale.
"Even in the city... let's have fun."
Her voice was drowsy and low. Playful tone, but the obsession and promise hidden within prickled goosebumps down his spine.
Ian involuntarily hunched his shoulders.
"Ngh..."
A small moan escaped him. Each brush of her fingers arched his back slightly. His breath hitched.
Maritia pressed her lips near his ear, whispering. "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything."
His heart pounded hard at those words. Fear? Anticipation? He couldn't tell. All he knew was her body heat, her breath, her touch—they owned him completely.
The prepared clones lined up before the portal one by one. Maritia answered with a light kiss to his nape instead of words. A soft, wet smooch echoed faintly.
"Let's go, Ian."
Her arms didn't loosen. If anything, they tightened deeper, firmer.
***********
Meanwhile, at the portal to the second floor, a silence so profound not even breathing was permitted hung heavy. The air felt compressed, as if a single deep inhale would shatter it.
A rotting stench assaulted the nose in the dim space.
Crunch... crunch...
Only the low growl of an enraged beast echoed endlessly.
Hummm.
The portal emitted a faint blue glow—too weak to illuminate, only stretching shadows longer and blacker.
And in those shadows, countless corpses piled high. Ten? Twenty...? No point counting.
Heads severed, chests torn open to spill guts, limbs twisted and frozen in agony. Some still twitched faintly. Fresh kills—blood pooled sticky and reflective on the floor.
At the center, the predator: Mantis.
Crunch... crunch...
Mantis didn't move. She just waited.
For the prey to return.
For Ian to climb back up.
She chewed one corpse, swallowing her rage.
Then.
Hummm.
The portal hummed softly. A sign—someone was ascending through it.
Mantis's compound eyes narrowed slowly. Countless tiny facets locked focus in unison.
Crunch.
A faint sound. She tilted her head ever so slightly, staring into the portal with piercing intensity.