nealuchi | taste of a star

Title: taste of a star
Fandom: Library of Ruina
Character(s): Evangeline (OC), Blue Star
Pairing(s): Evangeline/Blue Star
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 632
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Evangeline's stance is firmly that if she was not supposed to eat out Blue Star, then it would not be surrounded by legs.
Notes: Part of "these eldritch horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. i get them though."

Evangeline's stance is firmly that if she was not supposed to eat out Blue Star, then it would not be surrounded by legs.

Okay, realistically, she understands she's not 'supposed' to do any of the things that she does. She is weird even by the standards of the City and she accepts that. A more accurate sentence might be 'Blue Star is surrounded by legs and so Evangeline eating it out is predictable to anyone who knows her'.

Thank god for books, honestly. There's no way this wouldn't kill her if she was anywhere else.

There are four worshippers in this book along with Blue Star proper, which is weird if she stops to think about it. They definitely resemble some of the employees that were absorbed by Blue Star in the facility, but does their being in this book mean they're part of the Abnormality? Did her coworkers really become stars like they wanted?

Either way, they're humanoid, so Evangeline isn't super interested.

She settles on her knees in front of Blue Star, and it pulses in anticipation. Its legs are slightly cool to the touch, and she braces herself by gripping two of its thighs before leaning in.

What does Blue Star taste like? It tastes like it sounds. It tastes like bells, clear and bright. Its texture is a little gelatinous, solid but giving under her tongue. If she pushed harder, she would absolutely fall in.

She laps at it slowly, tasting the twinkling of chimes on her tongue. If she moves faster, the sound/taste gets louder/stronger.

The worshippers are watching her - working at L Corp gives you a good sense of where people with their eyes covered are looking. Also, the ones that are half-hard are pretty obvious, pitch-black skin straining at their wrappings. She makes note of that with the same idle observation that one might recognize a coworker wearing a new shirt, and then refocuses her attention on Blue Star.

Its legs shudder and twitch under her grip, while others wrap around her back to urge her closer. The star pulses, flooding her mouth with sound. The muffled moan is definitely from her, though.

She can pick out the hints of a melody, the more she works it up. A song she knows. Notes she heard in the Backstreets, where music was one of the few things that couldn't be taken from you. Even in the Backstreets, a song can make a happy memory.

It's a good thing she wasn't crazy enough to try this in the Facility, or she definitely would've been the first person to dive into Blue Star mid-sex. Even now, the urge to go home is real and strong.

"Become stars with us," one of the worshippers says. He's stroking himself openly. "Return to where you belong, where you can always be happy like this."

If some consciousness of the agents remains inside of Blue Star, they probably aren't getting head. Or maybe they are. Maybe it's a constant orgy inside there, she wouldn't know. Would that mean she's finally sleeping with some of her coworkers after all this time?

"Mmph," she says, which she hopes translates to 'No thanks, I'm good.' She likes having her physical body the way it is, not star-shaped.

The sound of chimes grows stronger, falling out of rhythm. Evangeline takes that as a good sign and redoubles her efforts, licking faster and more fervently. Louder now, almost deafening-

At the moment a single clear note resounds throughout the book, the legs that have been wrapped around her back pull hard, and Evangeline topples

down

deeper, endlessly deeper

surrounded by uncountable shining stars.

Netzach unbooks her an hour later, and she apologizes for the trouble, and then scurries back to her room to jerk off.