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Valerian sat nude with its wrists tied to its ankles. Its back was uncomfortably compressed. In turn, its chest and stomach were completely vulnerable. Vega looked over his prey with a sick smile on his face. In one hand he held a white rose. The stem had its thorns still.
“I’ll only untie you after this white rose turns red.” Vega said. He brushed the petals across Valerian’s belly. Valerian’s breaths were shaky and so sweet.
Vega picked up a small knife. It was a simple fillet knife, sharpened to a razor sharpness. Vega so desperately wanted to wrench Valerian’s fish belly open, spilling its precious red innards everywhere.
Vega let out a small growl of envy. Only Bison was allowed to have the pleasure of taking Valerian’s life. If only Valerian were Vega’s. His and his alone, never having to share it with anyone. Vega knew he was the only one who was beautiful enough to deserve Valerian’s hand, its body, its blood.
Vega pulled his mind away from his frustrations and simply tried to enjoy the vulnerable position that he had the young prince in.
Vega brushed the white rose over Valerian’s collarbone, down its chest and down its stomach. The rose’s thorns lightly snagged against Valerian’s tender skin. Valerian was softly breathing and letting out tiny moans. Vega followed up by stroking Valerian’s skin with the side of the knife. He teased Valerian’s nipple with the knife’s point. Valerian let out the sweetest little moan.
As beautiful as Valerian’s pleasure was, its pain was even more beautiful.
The sharp knife dug into the skin over Valerian’s ribs. Bright red blood seeped from the wound. Valerian let out a pathetic little whimper. Vega brushed the petals over the wound, like a painter on his canvas.
Vega carved an X into Valerian’s flesh and proceeded to dig it open with his sharp nails. He alternated between using his nails and the knife to gouge out the wound. Valerian kept whimpering and whining, like a pathetic little animal that had resigned itself to its fate.
Vega grinned as he stared at the morbid paint pot that he’d clawed out. He licked Valerian’s blood from under his nails and pushed the white rose into the wound. As Vega twisted the petals into Valerian’s wound, it twitched and writhed.
“Ah, Mr. Vega… shit, that must be hitting some nerves.” Valerian whimpered. “That really hurts…”
“I could make it hurt worse.” Vega teasingly drew a nail across Valerian’s cheek, threatening to claw it open.
“I wasn’t complaining, Mr. Vega…” Valerian said.
Vega leaned in and kissed Valerian’s soft lips. He pressed the thorns into the raw flesh, relishing the sudden squeak of pain that Valerian made into his mouth.
Vega inspected the rose. Only half of it was stained with Valerian’s blood. No, this wouldn’t do. He tried to press it more into the gouge, only to find that it had already clotted up. Vega growled in frustration.
Then, he had an idea. It was risky, but it would be oh so satisfying.
Vega pushed the knife into Valerian’s belly and carefully rocked it in deeper. Valerian yelped when he pierced through its abdominal wall. Vega slowly, agonizingly sawed the blade down through Valerian’s skin. Valerian let out a few small yells of pain. Vega felt a chill down his spine hearing this.
“So beautiful.” Vega whispered.
He inspected the weeping gash. It looked so perfectly yonic, throbbing and twitching, the muscles so desperately hoping to come back together. Vega spread it open, staring into Valerian’s guts. The way Valerian’s small intestine sat together at the bottom of the gash looked just like a warm, inviting vagina.
Vega pushed the rose between Valerian’s pulsing guts and began fucking this new hole with it. Valerian softly whimpered.
“This reminds me of a movie. You, you ever heard of Videodrome?” Valerian asked. “James Woods grows a weird gut pussy and then he sticks his gun in there and loses it.”
Vega was too transfixed on his work to hear what Valerian was going on about. Suddenly, he shoved his arm deep into Valerian’s insides, touching it so deeply. He reached as deep as he could, touching Valerian’s uterus. Valerian jolted and screamed.
“Mr. Vega, are you touching my womb? That’s where your hand is.” Valerian stated.
Vega squeezed the fibrous organ before pulling his arm back out. Not only were the rose’s petals stained red with blood, but its stem and Vega’s arm up to the elbow were as well.
Vega tossed aside the rose carelessly and climbed atop Valerian. He hastily pulled his cock out and pushed it inside of the wound. Valerian’s real pussy was off limits without protection, but any other hole was fair game. So, Vega took advantage of the new pussy he had created for Valerian.
The sickest wet slaps reverberated around the room as Vega went to town on Valerian’s guts. Valerian’s pulsating intestines massaged Vega’s cock with their silky surface. Valerian was mostly silent save for the occasional tiny whimper. It had a grimace on its face.
Vega threw his head back and let out a frenzied cry of passion. “You’re mine! Mine mine mine!”
Vega pushed as deep as he could before ejaculating into Valerian’s guts. He let out a moan that sounded distinctly like a queen cat being mated. This was the single best orgasm he’d had in his life.
Vega pulled out and inspected Valerian. There was a bloody imprint of Vega’s hips around the gut pussy. Valerian looked like it was struggling to stay awake.
Vega licked his fingers of Valerian’s sweet blood before picking the knife back up. He licked that clean before using it to cut open Valerian’s restraints.
“Let’s get you fixed up.” Vega said.
It turns out that Vega got a bit lost in the sauce, as Valerian needed a blood transfusion to stay alive.
Valerian was playing on its Switch as Bison and Vega stood at its side.
“Looks like I have to make a new rule. You’re not allowed to give Valerian new holes.” Bison said. “It almost died, and it doesn’t have a new body ready.”
“Aww, that was fun.” Valerian whined.
Bison grabbed Valerian’s hand. “If you like having your guts fucked, then maybe you and I can try it when you have a new body ready.”
Bison looked to Vega with a scowl on their face. “You put it too close to death, so you’re not allowed to do it. Nobody gets to snuff my son but me.”
Vega scoffed. Under his mask, he was scowling too. No matter what, he would always play second fiddle to the ugly brute that was Bison.