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Bride of the Monster	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Crossovers Views: 3540 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 3

L did just what Watari had threatened to do, forcing Light's legs open and rooting around with his penis, seeking Light's opening and then brutally pushing, pushing as the mating tentacles slithered almost lovingly across Light's skin everywhere, not stinging, not yet, but Light expected it at any moment, his entire body held in tenseness against it.

The penis was thick, forcing its way inside, riding on layers of slime. It brought a stretch and a burning sensation where it continued to go in and in, and it brought tears to Light's eyes, trembling on his lashes. Every unnatural bump was a distinct agony, an unbearable texture on the topside of L's penis.

Light's hands scratched and clutched, trying to grab anything, to hold on, and at last he grabbed L because there was nothing else to hold on to, but he could hear himself continuing to scream most of the time, and to beg and plead. L was rough with him, bending him, straining his back, feeding more and more of that monstrous penis inside him, and it was too much, too much pain, too much stimulation, and Light was hard, and as he screamed L pumped his organ and caused a sickening pleasure, slowly growing within him.

Light turned his face to the side and closed his eyes, wishing it were over, feeling sick, so sick, at being aroused by this. And then he felt L's wet mouth against his ear and heard L's voice saying, "I want you to come for me. Don't resist."

That did it. Light was determined to resist, determined that L wouldn't win this one time. He squeezed with his internal muscles, trying to make L come instead, focusing on the pain. That monstrous cock continued to go in, an exquisite and painful sensation of each individual bump sliding past his sphincter, and then it was completely inside, L's trembling balls pressed fully against Light's body. L's fingers curled tightly around Light's organ and continued the squeezing, slow strokes.

Light could only think, Too much, too much, too much...

Light's world narrowed down to almost nothing other than continued repeating of the out-stroke and then the in-stroke of L's dick, slow at first and then speeding up. He was barely aware of the mating tentacles that still caressed him, not stinging yet.

He solved mathematical equations in his head and then, when L's relentless assault still caused some pleasure and building heat amongst the pain, Light reluctantly envisioned his mother and sister in a carnal embrace. It was sick. It was all sick and wrong and they were licking each other down there and...

Suddenly, L revealed that he was flexible enough to fuck and suck at the same time, Light's eyes flying open at the sudden warm wetness enveloping his cock, seeing L bent over almost impossibly, grotesque, a leer on his face.

It was immensely swollen and sensitive there where L sucked, easily gulping the entire length again and again as Light resisted with all his diminishing willpower.

Then, it got worse, as L alternated between too-pleasurable oral attention on Light's penis and open-mouthed kissing of Light, feeding Light the taste of his own pre-cum and that saliva that made Light's thoughts strangely hazy. Still, Light held fiercely to the sick fantasy that interfered with his arousal. This time L wasn't going to win.

As L leaned down to Light's face, his huge, bulging eyes were close, staring, invading.

Instead of kissing, L emphatically said, "You need to come, Light."

"For what? Do you need more DNA?"

"No, you must have an orgasm for me to be able to impregnate you."

"I'm a male!"

"I know."

Light felt he could argue better if only L's saliva wasn't in his system, making his thoughts slow, his reactions passive. The internal rubbing was starting to feel more pleasurable than painful, his ass relaxed and no longer resisting, the thick mucus from L's penis easing the passage. It would be easy to give in, especially during the times when L sucked so hard and skillfully on the swollen rod between Light's legs.

Without altering his rhythm of thrusts, L said, "A surprising amount of resistance! I'm intrigued. Truly, I made the right decision and I'm sure you will continue to be an amusing lover for eternity."

"Eternity?"

"Oh, I'm immortal, and I'll alter you so that you'll live forever too."

L bent over again in that impossible position and Light whimpered as he was assaulted there once more, relentlessly pleasured by L's mouth and dick. He squirmed under the dual attack, still trying to twist away. It was almost too much to bear, almost enough to make him release, but he used all of his stubbornness to resist the slick, skilled movements. He was panting, sweating, and he wanted to moan. It was shameful and sickening.

L came up for air and said, "Since you continue to resist, I have no choice except to punish you."

What could be worse?

Suddenly, L had Watari's severed head in his hand.

No!

Light screamed and attempted uselessly to back away as L grinned and inserted Light's erection into the wet opening of Watari's esophagus. It was enormously tight in there, slippery from L's saliva and Watari's blood, the body part still warm as Light's penis slipped further and further in, at last entering the mouth from the back side. Light whimpered in shame and disgust as he found himself getting harder and harder. L moved the severed head up and down and Light was paralyzed in disbelief as the gathering warmth from the entire session began building to a peak.

No! Not now!

Light could feel tears running down his face and L's obscene mouth playing with a nipple, L fucking him harder than ever inside, Light's legs forced wide apart. Light choked as his balls drew up extra-tightly to his body and he felt that pending inevitable sensation of the surge, the surge beginning.

He arched his back and closed his eyes in shame as his orgasm began to consume him in a series of hot spurts. He tried not to think of where he was depositing his seed as he writhed in pleasure, and then, suddenly, he was pierced in many points all over his body, a horrible pain that somehow made him reach a new, higher peak mid-climax, screaming out his pleasure. Tentacles thrashed everywhere, over and under him.

He was dimly aware of L grunting and coming inside him.

Then they were panting, tangled obscenely together, collapsed on the bed. Each sting felt painful and partially numb all at once. Light looked, and saw where a sting was embedded in his arm so deeply that he couldn't see it itself, only the black-tipped tentacle it was attached to. As L groaned, that tentacle and several more in Light's peripheral vision tore free, leaving their black, swollen tips behind, pulsing, embedded, like a bee's severed stinger pumping venom. The tentacles were completely gray now, devoid of their black tips, withdrawing in every direction.

The black nodules pulsed and deflated where they were attached to Light's skin, becoming less dark in color as they shrunk. Meanwhile, the skin around each sting swelled up. At last, each deflated sac became entirely clear and withered. Light tried to squirm and found himself unable to move anything below his neck. He could breathe, blink his eyes and cough a little.

Watari's head rolled away, onto the floor.

L drew back to crouch beside Light's body, surveying it with a look of excitement in his wide, black eyes as his gaze swept back and forth. Light dully counted and saw four of the swollen sting sites on his stomach and five on his chest. His right arm had four sting sites that he could see and two on the back-side that he could only feel. All over his body, he could feel many more. Each one hurt with a tingling half-numb sensation, a dull throb. Each one was swollen.

L ran his hands over Light's body possessively, knocking away the dried-up sacs.

Without hope, Light said, "The stings, get them out."

His voice was whispery, failing. It had been difficult to move his mouth and vocal chords, but it was possible, unlike with his arms and legs.

L said, "No. Each of these 'stings' as you say, is the beginning of a female reproductive system. The parts embedded inside your body will soften and change. Each one will develop into a vagina, a uterus, ovaries, and even the outer parts with a labia and a clitoris. Then," L lifted his tentacles, showing the newly-revealed tips which looked like gray penis heads, "I will impregnate you with our offspring."

L leaned over, his trembling lips just above Light's own, and said, "It will feel extremely pleasurable. Can you imagine, being impaled all over your body, many sexual organs overwhelming you at once? Yes, you will be a very happy bride."

Light spit in L's face. There was no reaction, no change in facial expression as the spit dripped down, back onto Light.

If I could move, I could try to dig out the stings before they change.

A wave of dizziness overwhelmed Light.

L said, "I've decided to confide everything to you, since you can no longer avoid it. Along with obtaining numerous female reproductive systems and becoming unable to age or to die from the diseases of age, your body will also become suitable for our new habitat."

"Fuck you!"

"I love you too, Light. Now, lick my neck, or I'll hurt you."

L pressed his neck to Light's mouth. Light wanted to bite, but he could barely even move, so he licked instead, tasting the strangely seafood-like flavor of L's gray skin, coating a large amount of L's neck until L said, "There," and drew back.

L's neck suddenly opened in multiple places, just like the slats on a Venetian blind. They were long gill-slits. They flared a few times and then closed, completely invisible once again.

Light said, "Mermaid... uh... merman?"

L replied, "You'll have gills too, very soon. They open when wet and seal shut tightly when dry. You'll also develop changes inside your ears and your vocal chords, so that you will be able to talk and hear normally underwater. This boat is now anchored just above a series of underwater caves that will be our new home. The caves are lava tubes from a nearby extinct volcano that has only managed to hoist a few ledges of rock above the waterline. I would not even call it an island, and it doesn't appear on any maps."

A very pleased expression spread across L's face. Light wanted to kick it and he tried desperately to move, but his body wouldn't obey.

L said, "You won't be able to move until your new reproductive systems are too developed for you to dig them out with your fingernails."

Light sighed and closed his eyes, trying to wish himself away, hoping that all this was somehow a very nasty nightmare that he would someday wake up from.

If only my father would arrive. How hard is it to track one helicopter to a boat, and then to track that boat? Incompetent cops! Why aren't they here? Did that idiot Misa kill them all?

To his utter humiliation, Light was put into a diaper for the next few days, which L changed at intervals. L also fed him with a feeding tube. The sting-wounds became pinker and more tender, each beginning to take on an elongated look with a tiny bud at one end. The lumps under each one were swelling more, disfiguring Light. He felt like a lumpy blimp and wondered if he'd be able to walk normally.

It was as if he'd been attacked by giant hornets. He calculated that his numerous reproductive systems were becoming more than half the entire volume of his body. Everything except his head, neck, genital area, hands and feet were malformed. He knew he wouldn't be able to wear any ordinary-sized clothing that he might find. If he escaped, he'd have to arrive back at civilization in the nude, or perhaps wrapped in a sheet.

That would be acceptable. Anything was better than being L's slave, L's fuck toy, L's "bride" as L liked to say, no matter how many times Light would retort with, "I'm male!"

There was a horrifying, claustrophobic feeling of femaleness invading Light's body, trying to force a female identity on him. His mind focused on his penis in retaliation, proud of that badge of maleness, relieved that L hadn't tried to take that away. Light imagined his triumphant return to civilization, where he would immediately undergo surgery to get all the lumps removed. They were cancerous growths, he would say, nothing more.

Slowly, his movements were starting to return, and Light knew it was because those alien reproductive systems had become secure, so that he couldn't claw them out. He wouldn't want to. They were far too sensitive to remove without anesthetic and too large for him to expect to survive their removal unless he was in a hospital setting.

There was no doubt his hormones were different. Light was restless, irritable and horny. He got erections at least three times as frequently as he ever had before in his life, and they didn't go away easily, either. He was constantly hyper-aware of the blanket and sheets against his naked skin. However he lay, there was pressure on at least one clitoris, if not a bunch of them at once.

Life was a constant turning in his bed, rubbing against things, and he couldn't masturbate effectively at all, which made it far worse. A bit of dry rubbing against the mattress wasn't any help. If not for the cuffs around his wrists, it was quite clear that he would have been able to masturbate by thrusting his penis into one of the vaginas on his arms. But that was denied to him by his sadistic master.

Relief was elusive, and only really arrived in the form of L, a sick relief, filled with self-loathing and confused emotions, layers upon layers of them, wanting and hating and begging for more and fantasizing about killing L and wishing L would make him come so hard that Light would scream out his orgasm.

Light began to almost ashamedly welcome the attacks, to anticipate them as something to break the irritation. It was good, just to get relief from the pressure, to get distractions from the horrible things that were happening to his body, even though sex itself involved those horrible things.

But it was still almost unbearable to see L's smirking face as Light gave in, as Light rubbed up against him for relief, begging for those obscene lips to descend and engulf him, begging for L's deformed monster cock to be rammed inside, begging for L to lick softly, teasingly, with suction and gentle tugs, at any clitoris on Light's body. Light both wanted and hated to be stimulated again and again along that internal sensitive spot deep within his ass that always needed more and had somehow grown to crave those extreme bumps even though the pain.

What Light had expected the most did not happen, however. L didn't fuck the numerous vaginas with his mating tentacles. He licked the outside frequently, and he explored them with his fingers while Light rocked up against the movements and moaned, but he never once tried to do anything else.

When Light eventually got curious enough to ask, blushing furiously and feeling sick inside as he did so, L merely replied, "Really, I do have some restraint and compassion. Your vaginas are not quite developed enough, and I'm using the remaining time to stretch each hymen with my fingers. I don't think you'd like it if all those hymens tore at once. No, that wouldn't be good at all. It's better to stretch them through the hole in each hymen, so the hole will be wide enough for intercourse and they'll never break. Besides, I want our first time to be special. I want to truly take you that way underwater, where we'll live, where our babies will be born."

To Light's horror, L then leaned down and whispered directly in Light's ear, "If any sea water leaks into your vaginas during sex, it brings the likelihood of getting pregnant to nearly one hundred percent."

It was just a few days later, after subduing Light with a long, open-mouthed kiss, that L began unlocking the cuffs. Light stared in disbelief, his mind foggy, until the last cuff was off and L was holding out a hand to help him up. Light managed to sit up, feeling the weight of many reproductive systems unbalancing him. He gingerly placed his bare feet on the cold floor, took L's hand, and somehow managed to stand, swaying.

Everything about his body felt wrong.

I'm a freak.

Light wanted to cry, but he held it in, and instead asked, "Why?"

"I'm letting you go because I believe you can't get away. Besides, your gills are ready. It's time to go home, Light. To our home."

L looked disgustingly giddy and excited. As usual, he was shirtless, clad only in jeans that were beginning to look frayed around the bottoms. Light looked him over carefully, noting the slight webs that had formed between his fingers and his toes, his hunched-more-than-ever posture, and his bulging inhuman eyes. Somehow, the sight of this fish-frog-like man was arousing, and Light hated it.

He allowed L to help him along, feeling as if he were learning to walk again. Every step unbalanced him and the motions of his arms and legs stimulated his vaginas, beginning to make them slick. His neck felt funny and he imagined gills there, lurking just under the skin.

It was difficult to negotiate the ladder with L's help and push his swollen body up out of the hatch. He hated how lithe and slender L was, how easily L sported around, his movements fluid and graceful. And then Light was fully out, blinking in the bright sunlight, getting his bearings, making his face blank as he prevented his gaze from lingering on the helicopter.

L said, "I wouldn't try to escape, if I were you. Land is a very long distance away, and if you wish to survive underwater, you need my help. Both of us are still capable of dying from starvation or injury. While you were obtaining your female form, I was learning to hunt. I must say, raw seafood is far superior to sweets."

Light wearily said, "I'm a male."

"Oh, I like your penis, Light," L said, "but you count as a female of my species. Remember this if you meet others, as it might save your life to observe the proper etiquette. Any creature can be converted into one of our females. One of my cousins did to a goat exactly what I did to you. I can't imagine the appeal in that, but it happens."

They were approaching the side of the boat, where a ladder led down into the sea.

L mused, "I could take a second bride if I wished, or even create a harem, but I don't want to. I'm rather enamored of you, Light. You fill a special place in my heart. Besides, I believe you are the haughty, arrogant type and you'd start fights with any other bride I might take. It would be horrible if some other wife killed you."

L started down the ladder and said, "Light, I think it would be best if you simply jumped. Your present form is not very suited to getting down this ladder, even with my help."

Light waited, calculating his new, slower speed and how long it would take to run in the opposite direction across the deck, into the helicopter.

L plunged into the water and then surfaced, his gills flaring open as he drifted on the waves, paddling and looking up. He wasn't quite far enough out.

Light said, "I want a little more room to jump."

L cocked his head to the side and said, "I told you before, escaping is not an option. There are a number of measures in place. Among other things, you must be impregnated very soon. If you do not become pregnant, you will have your first menstrual cycle in all of your wombs at once. It would not only be messy and a shark attractant, you could actually die from that much blood loss. Though, as long as you're near me, I won't let you die. My kind has access to medical advances that could keep you alive or patch you up from nearly anything short of decapitation."

Shuddering, Light turned and ran as fast as his damaged body could manage, nearly falling several times but still getting to the helicopter in time to yank open the door and struggle up. He could hear the wet slaps of L's bare feet across the deck behind him but he slammed the door, forced himself into the seat, and desperately flipped switches, trying to do things as he'd seen L doing them.

It was working; the blades were turning. With Light's movement of the control stick, the helicopter lurched drunkenly into the air. With some more odd, dangerous movements and one near-crash onto the deck, he was free, above the waves, rising higher. Light circled slowly, looking for land and only seeing the boat below and a dismal rock off in the distance, spotted with white specks that must be sea birds.

Then he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced down to see L clinging to one of the helicopter's legs.

L mouthed some words that Light couldn't hear over the roar of the blades, but it looked like, "How exciting."

A/N (Author's Note):

Well, I had thought this chapter was going to appear much sooner, but I got delayed in all my writings. I've got a good excuse. I've been dealing with my own gross problem: bed bugs. I seriously, seriously hate bed bugs. Oh, how I hate them. They create a lot of work and I hope they all die.

Anyway, L is a real monster in this chapter and he seems to be excited by Light's plans against him.
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