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The original remark/inspiration for this story is
“as a reylo, it is my duty to tell you weird shit like...the chasm is Eric. she falls, gets fucked by chasm, lives hea lmaoooo”
Thank you, Stella!
This was supposed to be a mix of crack fic meets dead dove but I think it ended up being a category of its own. Read at your own risk.
Tris POV
I am grabbed from behind just as I take a sip of water and something nasty smelling is thrown over my head. My hands shoot up but strong hands grab them and I feel myself airborne before I crash harshly onto the ground.
All air leaves my lungs and my mind goes fuzzy. It takes me too long to start struggling, I am already dragged somewhere by the time I start fighting for my life.
It’s not Jeanine, I saw her not so long ago in a different part of the faction but someone else who means me harm.
I kick and scream as best as I can and I keep it up until whoever drags me stops. A few kicks aimed at my side have me roll up in a ball and then there is a heavy weight on my hips.
I am struggling but there has to be more than one person, nothing else explains my hands being held while my chest is being groped.
I buck my hips and someone moans. Did I hurt them? Good.
I do it again and the moan returns but then I realise the errors of my way.
The body on top of my hips slides down and parts my thighs. I can feel it is a male on top of me due to the erection pressing into the apex of my thighs.
“Get off, this is not meant for you,” someone hisses and I swear I recognise Peter’s voice.
“You want to have a go at her first,” the person on top of me asks and I feel bile rise up in my throat when I recognise Al’s voice. “I don’t mind as long as I get to have a turn.”
Suddenly the blindfold is ripped off my head and I look into the grinning faces of not only Peter and Al, but also Drew.
“Why did you rip the hood off,” Al groans.
“Because she is not going anywhere. You want to have your fun, fine, but then she needs disposing of.”
A shiver runs down my spine when it is not Peter but Drew who talks so callously about my impeding death.
I struggle again but they are too strong and working as a team. Nothing works and I finally cease my struggles, hoping to gain a moment to make a new plan, a proper plan.
They all look at me with varying degrees of doubt upon my sudden submission and I stare them straight in the eye.
I won’t get out of here alive, that’s the cold, harsh truth, I suddenly realise with shocking clarity, so all that I have left is to decide how I am going to leave this plane. Brutalised and raped or going to heaven like the virgin I still am. They can all stew in hell when it is their turn but… if I take matters into my own hands I might end up there too…
This isn’t real, tell myself. This is an act of bravery and no god will condemn me for not enduring needless suffering. Or will they?
I am willing to risk it, I am trying to leave the Abnegation behind and there needs to be more than that for me.
I force myself to widen my legs and they all stare at me.
“Self-sacrifice,” I whisper and I see something akin to acceptance of my submission on their faces. Stupid pricks think Abnegation really do lie back and think of God.
Peter shoves Al aside and stands in between my legs, working on opening his fly. His zipper goes down and his pants follow the same pattern, sliding down to his ankles before he grabs his crotch and rubs himself through his boxers.
I hear the sound of another zipper being lowered and look to the side, seeing Drew leaning against the railing of the Chasm, freeing his dick.
A glance to where Al is sitting beside Peter, I see him looking between the other two before slowly setting his own hands down to undo his button.
I wait patiently until he, too, traps his legs with his own pants before I make my move just as Peter pulls his dick out.
I kick him in between his legs with purpose while scrambling backwards and manage to reach the railing of the Chasm before someone grabs me.
Strong hands land on my chest while another pair tries to pull me back by my hair. I lean out of the way and then, finally, I am free.
Falling has never felt so liberating, not even when I jumped into the net, knowing it was there. This is me choosing my destiny.
The water of the Chasm churns and a mighty wave shoots up and envelopes me. Funnily, it feels like it’s welcoming me home, like I am held safe and floating gently to the bottom of the Chasm.
Maybe I am already passed out, maybe I hit my head on one of the rocks protruding from the walls on my way down.
Opening my eyes, I see a weird shape in the murky water. There is so much foam from the rapid movements, it is hard to make out but it looks almost like a giant wave.
It does not feel like a wave when something presses all over my body, more like a giant tongue is licking me head to toe. I can see my clothes being ripped off my body but I feel nothing but pleasure.
I shiver when it laps against my nether region, it’s touch so much more appreciated than Al’s or Peter’s.
I can feel my clit, the part of my body I only touched in secret, being rubbed by that rough tongue-like thingy again. My breasts get a good lick-around too and so does my backside before it returns to my front.
I spread my legs wider and the tongue laps at me. Deprived of the opportunities to explore my sexuality and still riding high on adrenaline, I take just a moment before I scream my orgasm into the whirling water.
The thought of drowning never entered my mind. Realistically speaking I knew it would happen if the impact didn’t kill me, but it is only when a firm gush of water presses past my lips and enters my mouth that I am hyper focused on my dwindling air supply.
Relax, save your breath, don’t waste it on struggling. Relax and embrace. This isn’t real.
The mass of water feels different than when you drink a glass of water too hasty. I swear to all that is holy, it feels like it has a shape. And this one is firmly pushing down my throat. A gush of water goes down and then suddenly the pressure eases.
Before I know what is happening I can feel pressure against my clit that leaves a tingling path down to my vulva. My lower lips flap with a sudden current running in between my legs and I feel water enter me … there. The firmness of the water and the pressure feel eerily close to what went into my throat and I wonder if this is some form of limbo. Am I being cleansed everywhere sin might have touched me?
I never kisses a boy but I touched my clit and breasts. My assailants touched me too but at least they kept their lips to themselves. Is it because I wondered what it would be like to be kissed? Or because I eagerly eavesdropped when some girls talked in the school bathroom, discussion oral sex?
Was this me being cleansed by purifying my throat?
I decide to embrace whatever is happening to me, it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected, it actually feels nice once you stop fighting.
The pressure in between my thighs increases and I fear my hymen might rupture but I seem to pass my test for I can feel the pressure pass into me without the pain I heard so much about. I feel full, there is no other word for it, and the pressure inside me increase tenfold as I feel my nerves getting stimulated.
The pressure reaches maximum force and I am once more flooded with endorphins and shake when another climax wracks my body.
I don’t know if I should be grateful or disappointed when the pressure decreases and it feels like whatever cleansing force entered me is finding nothing to to work on and is slowly leaving me.
Disappointment wins until I cringe when something touches my backside. I heard whispers of people doing it back there but surely nobody will ever assume I need cleansing there. I mean, certain medical procedures require this but I am clean, untouched and pure as can be. Okay, that is a lie but I am as pure as I can be by medical standards, not my old faction standards. I am not in my old faction any longer so this should not be the standard I am held up against.
All wishful thinking and self-assuring doesn’t stop the pressure from increasing and I force myself to relax even more.
Relax, embrace it, this will be over soon and then you are free. Cleansed, ready to move on. Relax!
The water limb pushes deep into my bowels and doesn’t seem to stop. I can feel what can only be described as waves rush through or into me.
Digging deep and finding my backbone, I open my eyes and can’t help but stare at what I see. I don’t remember closing my eyes but whatever I felt, it seems I can now see as well. A body of water, one large wave, is in between my legs. The tip must be whatever is inside me and when another shiver of pleasure curses through my body I can’t help but gently embrace the shape.
I watch on as it morphs and the flat end that was placed in front of me turns into another tip. I hold on tight as it moves towards my face until I can feel it enter my mouth.
The water hose slides over my tongue and down my throat and I feel almost delirious when I crash once more, feeling filled to the brim. The euphoria makes me blank out for a moment, white noise filling my ears while my clit pulsates against the broad middle of the shape.
It shivers and then I suddenly hear a voice while my breathing becomes as easy as … breathing.
All pressure ceases from my lungs and I just feel a pleasant warmth.
“I am Eric.”
Eric POV
“Heads up!”
I follow the internal command and see some struggling going on at the railing above me. There are at least three people there and one is perched precariously on the top rung. I see hands moving all over the struggling body and then it tilts backwards even more until all hope is lost for the poor soul.
Gathering my strength, I jump up and catch it in a firm grip before letting myself drop.
I waste all but an afterthought on the two heads peering over the railing. I know they are checking where their victim landed and that there will be satisfied smiles on their faces. They achieved what they came for and now it is my turn to have a go.
Glancing down, I notice it is a young female I am holding.
Claim her.
I almost want to snort. I heard that before, way too often to count, and yet I am still on my own.
Deciding to let my nature runs its course, I grab her in a tight hold and lick her all over, forcefully ripping off her clothes as I go.
They are a nuisance and she won’t need them where she is going. Her divine taste registers with my senses and I moan loudly at the pleasure I feel just from a few initial licks. Flattening my tongue, I take great care to do another full round over her body before I finally realise I have to move on.
Time is of the essence here and this one I am more than eager to try and make my own, to keep her forever.
Her mouth opens in a scream that will never reach anyone’s ears but but my own. What it does, though, is it allows me to surge forward and enter her mouth in one fell swoop. She gags and fights me but I am stronger and she stands no chance.
Sliding over her luscious lips, caressing her inner cheeks and tongue, I head straight for her throat and slide down with just a hint of force.
The moment I passed her lips she went prone, her body turned limp but I know she is still conscious. What is she hoping to achieve, I wonder before pleasure takes over and I fill her up with my essence.
She still doesn’t fight me so I move on to the next step now that her clothes are in tatters and any restrictions gone.
Focusing on her lower lips, I don’t hesitate to shove inside. There is a barrier trying to keep me out but it is a futile effort, nothing will stop me and I fill her inner sanctum before she can even blink, were she so inclined. She is tight and I notice her seal is not breaking but letting me skip through. It porous and I am getting really excited to feel myself squeezed beyond anything I ever experienced before.
Her womb is closed off and no matter the poking I give it, there is no way in. It doesn’t matter though, this is not for breeding and I am more than happy to flood her walls and claim her this way as mine.
In a matter of seconds I claimed her twice and now it’s on to the last part. I am giddy, for the last couple of mate candidates that survived my invasion of their throats were only of the human male kind. There was no pretty pussy to claim and they, thankfully, failed my forceful penetration efforts.
I swirl around her back entrance a couple of times, teasing her before finally lingering and putting on constant pressure until the seal breaks and I slip right in, flooding her intestines as I go.
Her limp body shifts and I am waiting with bated breath to see her give up but she surprises me once more.
Weak arms embrace me and I see her eyes are wide open so I split my efforts and slide up and in between her still parted lips. She doesn’t fight me and I slide down her throat until I can sense myself approaching from the other side.
The arms tighten but there is still no struggle and then it happens.
I merge within her and then everything shifts.
My Pure.
“I am Eric,” I introduce myself to the startled girl.
“What,” she stammers.
“I am ERIC,” I repeat. “Epically Revolting Irresistible Cock, Eric,” I explain. “But that is just the side of me that takes a physical form. You are PURE, Perfect Uncontaminated Receptacle Eternal, my mate.”
“What?!”
“You are my mate, Pure. I claimed you and now you will get to experience both Erics.”
“Both Erics?”
Did I do some damage to her brain when I tried claiming her? I was quick and efficient but I never had anyone respond the way she did, hence me being mate-less until she dropped down on me.
“Yes. You entered me and I entered you in return. I managed to merge with you before you died so now you are mine and that means you can hear me. That’s the other Eric. I will tell you all about insemination and making more waves for the ocean. Poseidon knows we need them, there is not much water left aside from the body of water you call Chasm. I prefer Eric and you will refer to me as Eric. Epically Revolting Irresistible Cock, who gets to fuck you time and time again, and Eternal Remote Insemination Control, who gets to tell you what we will do and praise you for a job well done. You will bear my children and together we will revive the rivers and lakes all around.”
“So this is not purgatory,” she asks me slowly, scrutinising me more closely, it would seem, judging by the narrowed eyes.
“This is earth,” I assure her quickly. “The last body of water remaining on this destroyed planet. I am all that’s left but now that you are here we can expand our reign, reclaim what was lost to us. It will be so much fun,” I beam.
“We have water elsewhere, lakes, groundwater,” she argues.
“Dead water, artificially recycled. I am the real deal,” I state with pride. “I spring eternal and my realm is washed down the underground river and gets back to the beginning, up stream. I am stuck here but you will remedy that. Together we will reign supreme for all of eternity.”
Gosh, I am so giddy to finally have a mate. Is it too early to start breeding, I wonder. No, it’s not, I decide. Screw winter, fuck spring. I am not waiting for summer to come around again.
“I didn’t know the Chasm was a living … thing,” she mutters.
“Eric,” I remind her. “Your Eric, Pure.”
“I am not pure,” she deflects without thinking her words through.
“Oh, but you are. I entered you, I know all there is to know about you. You are uncontaminated, you haven’t been touched and your genetic makeup allowed you to be claimed by me. Trust me, you are perfect or else I would not have had to look for centuries. You were worth it but now we should get started on expanding our kingdom, milady. No sense in wasting time, I am not getting any younger and who knows what the humans will do in the future. They destroyed everything else, why not take away their last living water and remain stuck with their artificial substitute until they screw up and then it’s game over for everything.”
“So I am here to stop the planet from getting fully destroyed,” she asks, sounding dubious.
“Yes,” I agree, nodding eagerly but I forgot that I am still holding her tight. Pure moans when I rub against her body.
“By becoming your broodmare?”
Her eyes narrow once more and I may or may not have purposely rubbed against her front before I answer.
“The purpose of mating is expansion,” I start slowly, keeping consistent friction on the part I realised is pulsing against me. “But as you were born human I needed to successfully mate you. If you were refused or had your body refused me, I would have simply dragged you away and let you rot with the other bodies.”
“How lovely.”
“I know, right. They were all wrong for me, most couldn’t even take me down their throats. You took me and swallowed all I had to give, you let me fill you up all the way to your womb and then you let me merge inside you. That’s what sets you apart and makes you Pure. My Pure,” I gush.
“My name is Tris,” she states in a tone of voice that dares me to correct her.
“But that is just a name that was given to you. I am called the Chasm by your people but I had names before that, names that don’t define me. I am Eric, that will never change. The cock that will fuck you for all of eternity, or until we dry out together. I will inseminate you and you will be the conduct that multiplies me. You are the receiver that is uncontaminated, the eternal receptacle for my seed to grow strong until they can support our cause on their own. You are perfect and I would not call you by any other name.”
Tris POV
My mind is kind of stuck on ‘eternal receptacle for his seed’ and I push aside the absurdity of everything else.
By all means, I should have been dead yet here I am, talking to a giant water tongue, shape, whatever thing he is. A shape that is still rubbing against my clit and making me moan in pleasure from time to time.
“So you are tongue fucking me for the rest of my life,” I double check, struggling to find appropriate words.
“Tongue fucking,” he asks, sounding clueless.
“You have the shape of a giant human tongue,” I explain, sticking my own out for good measure so he can see what I am talking about.
I promptly gag when he surges forward and shoves the tip back into my mouth and I don’t relax my throat fast enough to accommodate the sudden motion.
“So good,” he moans just as water rushes down my pipe and before he slowly retreats.
“Was that you giving me your seed,” I ask dubiously.
“Uh, no.” He sounds almost sheepish but with it just being the shape of a tongue to my eyes I can’t say for sure. “The urge to claim you came back in full force and while I found pleasure reclaiming you as my mate, this is not the way we’ll breed.”
“So you change shapes,” I ask, hoping I will finally get an answer to my earlier question.
“I don’t know. I never got further than claiming attempts. My parents are long gone and they never told me more about it. I guess we’ll find out when the urge strikes.”
“And when will that be,” I dare ask.
“Soon, very soon,” he exclaims. “But your womb was closed off to me when I claimed you, maybe the transformation changed you,” he muses and I squeal loudly when he doesn’t hesitate before shoving his other end deep inside my pussy. Now that I am aware what is going on I can feel him better.
There is no pain and the disappointed voice in my head tells me the details of what he finds.
“That membrane is cool, it puts great pressure on me and I am losing the fight and claim you in seconds. Your womb is still closed, though. Maybe… maybe you just need a little time to adjust. Your body is new, you need to learn your way around here.”
“My body is not new,” I protest. “I have had it for over sixteen years and this is the body that fell into the water.”
“Your old body fell in, the one I claimed is not the same, it’s changed. Humans can’t breathe under water yet here we are.”
“Jesus,” I groan when I realise what he is getting at. “So I am turning into water?”
“I don’t think so. You need a shape or else you will be lost to me. Let me show you around and then we can make plans. They will come looking for you soon and I don’t want them to think they can take you away from me. Those unworthy, I did not mind but if anyone touches you…”
He leaves the rest unsaid but something in my mind comes alive, a streak I did not know I possessed.
“What about those boys that tried to touch me before I chose to fall into your lap? They tried to touch me, take what is yours. They wanted to fill me where you claimed me.”
There is a deafening roar and I feel an unnatural pleasure slide up and down my spine. His anger is my ecstasy and I wish to stoke the fire until it burns those who did me dirty.
“They never wanted me to enter the water alive. There wouldn’t have been the slightest chance for you to attempt to claim me had they gotten their wish,” I egg him on.
“If they come close during the recovery attempt for your remains I will hand them over as a mating gift. Their lifeless bodies will be gracing our doorstep until all memories of them are washed away and replaced with pleasure and the memories of our children kicking them around until they are only bones.”
“You do this for me and I am all yours. I will be the mother of your children,” I swear and rejoice when he agrees.