a silent spell

[misheard]

Title: a silent spell
Fandom: Lobotomy Corporation
Character(s): Evangeline (OC), The Silent Orchestra
Pairing(s): The Silent Orchestra/Evangeline
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 801
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The higher ups have requested research on the Silent Orchestra. Evangeline volunteers.
Notes: Part of "these eldritch horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. i get them though."

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"The job for today is filling out the pages for the Silent Orchestra. The manager's interested in finding out if the different bodies share a mind or not, so-"

Evangeline bounces on the balls of her feet. "Let me do it! I can find that out easy!"

Netzach looks at Evangeline, then sighs. "I'll tell him to put up a visual filter."

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The Silent Orchestra, like the name suggests, is not much of a talker. Only the conductor is visible in the containment unit, ramrod straight, the essence of professionalism.

"If I wanted to talk to your musicians outside of a performance," Evangeline asks, "would that be alright?"

The conductor inclines their head a little to one side. The question of 'why' is obvious.

"Oh, you know! I never turn down a chance to talk to beautiful girls. And it seems to me like if they only show up when you're performing, they never get time to relax and take a break?"

This must be a solid enough argument, because the other four members of the ensemble pop into existence. The room's a little crowded for six bodies, but the musicians don't complain.

"Hello there," says Evangeline, eyes sparkling. "How are you lovely ladies doing today?"

There's no verbal answer, but a bright sequence of notes plays in Evangeline's mind, a cheerful melody on no instrument she's ever heard.

"Good, good." She can't do too much talking with them or she'll go insane before they get to the good part. "What do you all do for fun? If you're interested, I can think of a few ideas…"

The musical impression of a giggle. One of the bustier two of the orchestra leans her chest into Evangeline's arm. It's as soft as it looks, if a little cooler than a human would be.

"Oh, okay, I guess I'm not subtle." Evangeline giggles herself. "Well then. Shall we?"

The musicians don't have lips to kiss, but they do have lovely clear skin to mark up. (Presumably no one will notice next breach if the orchestra has hickeys. They'll have more important concerns.) Evangeline kisses and nibbles her way down one musician's neck, massaging the chests of two more with her hand. The last, the one with the thickest 'beard', grinds against her backside, and the more she stiffens the louder the music in Evangeline's head becomes.

The conductor watches, and conducts. When Evangeline looks at them to ask if they'd like to join, they shake their head before she can get the question out.

That's just as well. Four at once is a lot even for her, and she can't undress more than one at a time. Flawless bodies are revealed as the white dresses drop to the ground, and if she were anyone else Evangeline would probably be beside herself, but-

Well, they're just a little too human in shape for her to get too excited about it. Still, the music replacing moans and sighs is new for her, and this is all for the sake of research anyway.

Her own clothes join the growing pile on the floor. The conductor conducts the musicians' movements, and the musicians move her, guiding her into the right position on one of their laps. She whimpers as a cock slides inside her, still noticeably cool. The other so gifted pushes her cock past Evangeline's lips, and they move to the tempo of the music. With her free hands, Evangeline spreads the other twos' folds and thrusts her fingers to the beat.

It's the easiest thing in the world, to follow the rising music in her mind. The conductor marks a perfect rhythm for all of them, and every note sets more and more of her aflame. She is part of the song, another performer in the orchestra. In this moment she has no cares, no worries, no body save for pleasure and no mind save for music.

The tempo quickens, the thrusts gain strength. Perhaps she moans, but the song drowns out anything in her ears. Her thoughts are harder and harder to summon, and it's so much simpler simply to melt into pleasure.

The last sensation she's aware of before her mind fades completely is two musicians spilling inside her while the others tighten around her fingers.

 

 

After that, she doesn't regain clarity until her team leader is whacking her over the head with his weapon.

"Ow - okay, okay, I'm good." She rubs her head - black damage is always a pain and a half. "Reporting for my next assignment."

He sighs heavily. "Did you even find out what the higher ups wanted to know?"

"Oh, yeah, they're totally a shared consciousness. No one comes at the exact same instant unless they've at least got a hive mind going on, and definitely not four people."