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[Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU
Pairing/Rating: Emma/Anthony, Prina/Anthony, Emma/others, Prina/others NC-17
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Summary: ...in which the death of Abigail triggers some kind of mating season in the hive. (Perhaps Prina lives in this version, so it's not just Emma suffering alone?) May or may not include transformation (body horror presumably including some of the front teeth falling out to be replaced by a row of incisors), with Emma having become one of them (are they still aunna? if not, wtf am I calling them?) by the end of it.
Warnings: character death (villain), noncon (gangrape), transformation/body horror
Queens [1/?]
Prina had a hold of her am in an instant, and Emma reeled on her, ready to defend herself however she could, but Prima had no such violent intentions. The fiendish woman pulled her down the hall at breakneck speed, fleeing from some danger Emma hadn't seen.
And then the exterior door slammed shut in front of them, and everything grew instantly worse.
Prina's father, the man her mother had referred to as Anthony back when she'd still been alive and furious and ranting about nothing Emma could have hoped to understand, stood in front of the thick metal slab, and Emma watched as he rolled the heavy lock into place. Prina, her hand still clutching Emma's upper arm, was visibly trembling. "Daddy, please." Emma had no idea what age was being for, but that she was terrified her. What could scare a monster?
"She killed Abigail," the fiend said calmly, clearly sharing in none of his daughter's fears. "You know what happens now."
Emma felt her eyes go wide, and while she wished someone would tell her what happened now, part of her was acutely aware that she didn't want to know.
"Then let me go," Prina begged, her nails curling into Emma's skin. "You don't need both of us."
The man have his daughter a sad smile, as if he wished he could have given her what she wanted. Emma fought a rising tide of panic behind her. "You know it's better for the hive if we have you both."
"Daddy," Prina asked again, her voice cracking, "please let me go."
Emma stared at the back of the blonde woman's head, horrified to hear the monster's fear. She was begging like a child, apparently so afraid of whatever she expected to happen after her mother's death that she was willing to beg her father for freedom, willing to seize her intended victim by the arm and try to lead her to safety--though Emma was also acutely aware that the woman was decidedly not asking her father to let her go, too, not now that it seemed the both of them were trapped in this god-forsaken maze of nightmares.
For a single, terrible moment, Emma wondered whether there was any point in trying it herself, in falling to her knees and begging for her freedom with all the earnest desperation of the fiend that had killed Ethan less than an hour right before her eyes.
And then the shrieking started, and Emma couldn't think about that anymore.
It was the high-pitched, ever-rising shriek of pure nightmare that Ethan had described to her two days ago, but it was so much worse than what he'd said. When he'd heard the noise, it had been Prina outside his door, signaling the beginning of her twisted game of hide and seek, but now Emma could hear so many more voices than that; there had to be dozens of them, perhaps a hundred or more voices joining together to form one terrible, incoherent tide of primal, alien noise, and this time, Prina looked every bit as terrified as Emma felt. She whirled on her heels, turning her back on her father to stare into the darkness behind Emma, where Emma was much too frightened to look herself.
"Wha--?" she started, and then the word was gone, crushed from her lungs as Prina's body slammed into hers.
The other woman hadn't moved, not of her own accord; it was Anthony, her father, who had launched himself at the both of them, lunging forward like a wildcat and knocking both of them off their feet with the full impact of his body. Emma let out a single, harsh cry of pain as her back hit the concrete floor, and then she was being crushed, Prina's body pinned on top of hers while Anthony held them both down with the same inhuman strength his daughter had been terrorizing them with for days.
Queens [2/?]
"Neither one of you is leaving," he told them, and perhaps the most disturbing part of this was that there was a note of what sounded like genuine apology in his voice. "She killed Abigail, and the hive will die if it doesn't have a queen; you know that, Prina."
"Make her do it!" Prina screamed, her voice piercing and shrill right beside Emma's ear, but Emma was in no position to care. She was rapidly losing consciousness, finding herself by now unable to lift her head off the concrete or even focus her eyes on the two people slowly crushing her to death. "Let me go and make her do it, Anthony!"
"No," came the only response, and then Prina was being lifted away from her, pulled from Emma's body so fast that Emma didn't realize it had happened until after she had taken her first few involuntary gasps of air as Prina scrambled to her feet and threw herself at the door. While she struggled with the lock, apparently finding it no easier to move than Ethan or Emma or any of the other humans had when they had tried it, Anthony moved toward Emma's prone body, closing in on her while she barely noticed, caught up as she was in recovering from her brush with suffocation. But when he straddled her, one hand fisting into the fabric of her shirt while the other seized her hair, she couldn't ignore him anymore; she screamed, her hands doing absolutely nothing to deter him even as she put her entire weight into her efforts to shove him back, and in one firm, unstoppable movement, he wrenched her head back to expose her neck. Emma watched in paralyzed horror as his fangs--what had looked until now like two rows of almost humanoid incisors with particularly sharp points--started to elongate, descending from his gums just as she'd seen Prina and Abigail's descend earlier when they'd been killing her friends and trying to do the same to her, and Emma was positive that she had escaped suffocation only to die of exsanguination--or worse--a few moments later.
The scream died in her throat as his teeth sank into her neck right at the curve where it met her shoulder, and there was some small, absurd part of her that was instantly relieved that he hadn't torn her throat out in a single bite. But then his hands were moving down, letting go of her hair and his right grip on her rumpled shirt, and before she realized what he was about to do, she heard the fabric tear and felt the chilled air of the bunker blanket her newly exposed skin. He road the fabric away, discarded like a rag, and held her down with the weight of his hips as he for open the front of her bra.
It was only when he pulled back, mouth dripping crimson blood onto her face, that she realized it was already wet; she was crying, her fruitless struggles having given way to terrified trembling as he tore off her clothes one piece at a time. She knew what this was now--knew what it had to be--but what she couldn't begin to understand was why.
"The hive needs a queen," came Prina's voice, broken and defeated, from somewhere near the door, and Emma realized suddenly that she must have asked the question aloud. "I'm sorry I brought you here. I never imagined that..."
That Prina clearly considered this a fate worse than death was not a good sign.
Above her, Anthony just stared at her, Emma's blood drying in his mouth while his daughter continued. "You killed her--Abigail--and the hive has to replace her. I'm so sorry."
The shrieking noise began again in the distance, but it was so much clearer now than it was before. Whatever was making it--however many more of these creatures lurked in the depths below--was getting closer, but Emma's torment want going to wait for their arrival. Anthony was tearing through the last of her clothes, moving with hate while she struggled to deter him.
Queens [3/?]
Bloody lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk, and Emma's last hope crumbled. He didn't care. He didn't care that she wasn't one of them, didn't care that he already had Prina for whatever perverse nightmare he intended to inflict upon them, and Emma wasn't going to get out of this.
She'd been so determined not to die here, Emma realized with a defeated sob. And from the fear in Prina's voice, that might actually have been the better fate.
"You're exactly what the hive needs," Anthony said quietly, his fingers lingering on the still-undamaged fabric covering her groin, and Emma heard an involuntary, terrified whine escape from her lips as he leaned forward again and bowed his head back to her neck. He nuzzled against it, his mouth back on the wound he'd given her in a truly horrific kiss. "New blood. Fresh genes." He drew back, one hand coming up to clutch her jaw as the other dragged her underwear down her hips and thighs. Her heart beat wildly, her eyes wide as she stared at him, unable to turn her head away. "Our children will be strong."
For a moment, Emma's brain might as well have short-circuited. Unthinking, her body launched back into its struggles, more frenzied and wild and desperate than before. "No!" she all but roared, and unless she was further gone than she thought, she actually managed to budge him, just slightly. "Get the fuck off me!"
He looked delighted now, Emma realized as his hand released her jaw and moved instead to stroke her cheek affectionate before she reared back and pulled her head from his grasp. "See? Your fire coupled with our strength... We are going to renew this family." His hand moved down as she kept trying to squirm out from under him, writhing and thrashing beneath his crushing weight, and she felt his palms settle on her thighs just before he started pushing them firmly apart--and then he was pulling off his pants, and while Emma couldn't see it, she certainly felt it when he dragged his erection along the inside of her leg.
"Don't worry," he told her softly, Boeing his head once again as his hands settled upon her hips, "this is going to feel very good for you. Just a few more minutes, and you'll be loving every second of it."
Emma let her head drop to the concrete floor beneath her and screwed her eyes tightly shut as his hips leaned forward, and he pressed his cock against her. It was going to hurt, she knew, in spite of what he'd said; she wasn't wet enough for this, wasn't aroused or prepared at all, and worse, she was tensing in her dread and terror. He was going to hurt her, and she had to assume he knew it, too.
"Daddy," Prina's voice broke the tension, and Emma saw the other woman step behind her father, grasping his upper arm in one pale hand. "She's human, remember? You'll hurt her if you're not careful, and she might not heal for days. Be more gentle with her."
Anthony was still for a moment, apparently considering his daughter's warning, and part of Emma wanted to refute the words. Gentleness was the last thing she wanted; if anything, what she wanted was for him to kill her, if only to spare her the far worse fate he was threatening her with. As much as she couldn't bare the thought of somehow enjoying what he intended to do to her, the thought of conception was an even more horrifying thought.
But Prina seemed to have swayed him. His gaze broke from Emma's, and he glanced over his shoulder toward his daughter. "Go distract the others," he told her, and from the way Prina went stiff and somehow even more pale, it wasn't an instruction she wished to obey. "They won't be gentle with her. Keep their attention on you until she's ready for them."
The blonde hesitated for another moment, and then her eyes met Emma's for just a single moment before she gave them both a reluctant nod. She turned back to Anthony, her lips drawn into a tight frown. "Fine," she said. "But I'm doing this for her. You, though... I'll kill you for this, Anthony. Neither one of us should be here, and believe me when I tell you that she and I are going to make you pay for what you've done."