Sworn - Chapter 1
Alternate universe and Eddie has the ability to lay eggs in their mate.
I am not putting as much effort into this as I am with When the Sun Hits because I still don't know what I am doin with this besides wanting Eddie to have a monster/alien cock that lays eggs in someone...also cuz the main focus is literal oviposition so that is where all my effort is going.
I will have to figure out where to place the setting better eventually because Eddie will be kind of looked up to by male society because of his high fertility ability at some point. How do I turn this kinda into a sci-fi?????
I ran down the dark corridor, fleeing toward the light I saw in the distance. I have a cut across my hand from trying to claw my way out of this place. This Asylum. I was taken to this hellhole against my will to be their little experiment. They ran me through the morphogenic engine once or twice, hard to remember anything besides the fear I felt. My mind feels even more warped than ever before, it is almost unbearable, but my will to live is keeping me from surrendering myself to one of the many violent variants. As I turned a corner, I bumped into something large. I am dazed, and I can barely make anything out, but whatever I just bumped into really fucked me up. My body collapsed.
I start to wake, and wherever I am in this asylum is yet again too dark for me to see just yet. As I raise myself back up, I feel below me is soft and bouncy, feels like a mattress. That was not what the ground felt like when I got knocked out. I rub my eyes and face in exhaustion and cautiously stand up.
“Darling!”
I turn my head quickly towards the voice behind me. My eyes are shit to begin with, I can’t even see who just spoke to me. His footsteps got closer and closer, my ears are forced to be my vision. I expect to be mauled to death now, I tense up.
Two hands feel around me and pull me toward him. I am hit by that large thing again. It’s his chest, firm, nearly like a rock. Whatever I ran into before is the same thing.
“No need to be tense, darling…I have you now, you are safe…” The man whispers into my ear, which I feel him tower above me.
He hears my rapid breathing. Thank god whoever this is isn't one of the vicious ones…for now.
“Hold on now, darling.” He gripped around me harder, pulling me into the air and propping me up on his shoulder, holding me tight against him to secure me. I let myself go limp, I have no energy left to fight this.
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I woke up again, in a space that had working lighting, not harsh, but soft warm lighting. I look around to see some drapes positioned on the ceiling, hanging on either side of the room to make some sort of privacy. I was laid out on a mattress again, I can’t tell if it’s the same one from before though.
“Finally, you’re awake.” That voice says again from on the other side of the drape. He must have heard me shuffling. Before whoever he is makes it inside the space, I look down at my body and I have been stripped. I noticed the scar across my left thigh that I got while escaping an altercation from a variant had been patched up, sewn up together and the excess blood that had covered it before I passed out has been cleaned up thoroughly.
The tall man lifted the drape out of the way and walked a few feet in, staring at me, a smile on his scarred face. He’s dressed in a wedding suit, one that looks like it was ripped apart and sewn up again. As he gets closer, his face lit up by the light, I recognize him. When I was dragged out of my hidden cell and into the underground lab for more horrible testing, I saw his face amongst some others waiting to be put into the morphogenic engine, and in those moments he was nearly an animal in how he lashed out at the doctors forcing him still while he awaited his torture. I know it for sure, the same undercut black hair…the blue eyes. I remember now.
I crawl backwards slightly in a dazed confusion. He calmly stops himself in front of the mattress, peering his tall body down at me.
“I had to patch you up, darling. Fortunately, that cut was the only one I found on your…striking body. I couldn’t bear to watch you bleed out. You need to rest and heal. You are safe here. I won’t let anything hurt you anymore.”
I curled my body up in an effort to feel less naked, my knees to my chest.
“Once you are good as new, you will be my bride.”
I have literally no idea what is happening right now, but I will go along with it.
Bride? Am I set to marry him?
He laughed slyly, somewhat embarrassed, “You know, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you in this primal state. Before I woke up, I know I saw you, you were as compliant as you could be with those…fucks… You are a gentle girl by default, soft and delicate. No need to have that burrowed hatred towards me, darling, I am not going to hurt you like they did.”
(Author just wants to add some context here: after being put into the morphogenic engine, Eddie’s thoughts and delusions were thrown into overdrive, his feelings of wanting love, marriage, and a family were inside him before this, but the engine just made them rupture out.)
I gathered the strength for my voice, “Could I please have my clothes…I’m cold…”
“Of course, dear.” He frantically turned around to gather up some clothes on the table behind him. He tossed me an oversized black shirt and some cargo pants. “I am so sorry they aren’t very…feminine. I haven’t had time to make you your wedding gown yet, darling.”
“Wedding?”
“You must have forgotten, it has been a hectic day. You’re my bride, darling. I have an escape plan all laid out, this dreaded building is not fit for you.”
I’m…marrying…him…? In the moments we locked eyes down in the lab, I had a crazy thought of wanting him, but I didn’t have much time to think about it, because then I was thrown into horrible testing. I prefer whatever this is over being hunted…
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I guess we are married now. But to tie the true knot, we will have to do the deed. He is persistent on that.
(I already wrote an entire marriage sequence in my other one and I am too lazy to rewrite it because I want to get to the fun stuff so…)
We spent a few more days in the rotting asylum, but we escaped together by a window and both of us ran off into the woods and mountains to look for shelter.
He practically dragged me to a cave hidden between some bushes. We both walked inside to observe our new shelter. The ground was flat like it had already been carved out at some point in time, and the middle of the ceiling came together in the shape of an upwards triangle. Literally the perfect cave shape to live in.
He put down the supplies he gathered before leaving Mount Massive in a corner of the cave. The sun was nearly set and it was getting dark again. He must have been in some wilderness training earlier in life because he had no problem constructing some torch lighting to light the cave up with. He made a comfortable bed out of a pile of fabrics and blankets to be used as our makeshift bed. I feel like an animal more than ever.