coaxial (mature) (whitewulf) (metawk)
04 July 2024
Either there had been seams and openings in him that he had never known about, hidden under fur, waiting for the call of a greater power to yawn open, or White Knight had carved him open anew. Biowulf would have bared himself to both, though White Knight had not asked, only taken Biowulf by the muzzle and held him there while the cables looped down from his greater mass, dark and sparking, to pierce into Biowulf's spine. The base of his skull, the high curve between his shoulders, the soft part low on his back. Sharp, sickening points of pain.He had seen White Knight do this to one of his pawns. Black Knight's pawn, at first, but his by the time the cable had pulled out of the man's body, blood trickling down from the puncture. Biowulf had watched horror flicker over into worship. He had seethed then, the revelation out of his reach. But he wouldn't beg; White Knight, more brutal than ever, would broker no begging from mortal men.
There was bright pinpoint pain and then depth, hollowing, as though White Knight was crawling into him, as though the cables were coiling up inside his body and pushing Biowulf outside of himself. Something golden and serrated bloomed out from those points of entry: ink spreading in water, fire overtaking the earth - Biowulf meant to twist his claws into fists to bear it but found that he could not, held taut, strung between White Knight's hand on his snout and the three entry points along his back. That golden mass cut into his nerves. It reached long fingers into the knot of his mind and dug in.
'Oh,' White Knight said, directly into the space inside of him. 'You're different.'
It felt, maybe, like being peeled open, flayed, skin and metal coming away to reveal just the twisted mess of a nervous system and White Knight sinking into him, inexorable force, arcs of electricity between neurons and nanites. White Knight scraped raw through Biowulf's mind, took and Biowulf gave, he gave, opening each labyrinth turn to White Knight when he felt that shining pressure force some new part of him open. He could see himself briefly through White Knight's eyes, White Knight through his own, vision skidding and skipping and cutting out black. Distantly he felt White Knight tip his head up.
'Most people try to resist,' he heard, like the thought had been there all along, White Knight's voice wry, a fresh memory written into his mind. 'But you've been hungry for this, haven't you.'
Of course. Yes. Master - his master - cornering him inside of himself, crowding him out of his own mind, tapping into each of Biowulf's nerves and muscles, of course he had wanted this. White Knight took up so much space inside him that it felt like he was teetering on a high edge, staring over at the drop, until even that filled up sharp and bright with White Knight's will. Biowulf became a dwindling spark. Stuttering hopeful fear shredded through him that White Knight might take the last ember of him into the palm of hand and snuff it out.
'Don't be stupid,' White Knight spoke inside of him. 'I don't waste useful assets.'
Besides - this part unspoken, sense-shared, felt in the way of bile rising at the back of the throat - he was curious. Burning energy skimmed down through Biowulf's body, a wave of overexcited nanites, curling around tendons and the reflexive muscles wrapped around his organs. White Knight twitched inside him and something tightened up around his guts nauseously tight; another twitch and pain speared up through his spine. Biowulf went blank and empty with it, all the helpless functions of his body handed over to White Knight, the presence of a god inside flesh, hot perfect powerlessness under White Knight's reign. White Knight toyed with him, tested all his features and pressed all his buttons.
White Knight plunged deep into him and hooked his fingers into something and pulled, the strings of a new instrument, and sudden near-painful pleasure burst open through Biowulf, so raw and close he almost didn't recognize it as pleasure at all. No sound tore from his throat, no flinch ran through his muscles, held all stock-still in White Knight's grip. Biowulf felt the shape of White Knight's satisfied smile.
'I think I've earned a break,' White Knight hummed into him, reaching deep into Biowulf's body, and Biowulf gave himself over, whole, flesh and metal and nanites, in service to his master.