Legion x Reader Lemon.

Part two.

⚠️Mature content.⚠️

Upon waking up, I found myself bound up, to a hook that one of the swines were on earlier, not piercing my palms, but my hand were tied up with rope, in-front of me the killer was hooking the other survivors to sacrifice to the entity. I was soon the last human being, alive or dead in the realm. Once he was done, he'd strip his jacket off, laying it on a metal table with his weapon, he never took the mask off though, as he turned to glare at me.

"Frank- That's your name right, I'll give you my items, just let me find the hatch."

The killer seemed to ignore my plea, as he picked up the knife, trudging towards me, spinning it on the still gloved hands. It looked like I had one of the two jackets on that he seemed to wear, was he using me for higher rankings? I wouldn't know. He got to where he was face to mask with me, pulling the knife up and running it gently across my throat, only to go down, lower and lower, til the zipper of my pants. With ease the sharp blade spilt the zipper making my pants come loose and slip down. This was all so confusing.. I thought it was a mistake until the knife drove itself into my thigh, causing me to erupt In a scream of pain, he didn't just stab me and leave it, he carved out a gigantic L.F on my skin, it immediately bleeding and dripping down my leg. Honestly, I wanted to cry, It hurt so fucking much.
I tilted my head back and furrowed my brows, grimacing towards the pain. To my surprise, I felt a slight pressure to the backs of my thighs, as I was lifted off the hook, and brought to the bloody table of clothing garments. I was slammed down onto my back, arching up from the freezing temperatures of the metal below me. The Legion wiped the blood from my thigh, and again, put it on his mask this time it was a heart that he made, then slashed through. It was seconds before my underwear were yanked off and thrown away towards the sacrificial hook. A hand was firmly placed over my mouth, as I tried to speak again. All I received was a shake of the head from the other. He pulled his shirt up, slipping it under the mask, to, and I'd suppose, hold it up with his teeth. I watched in a shock, as his hands trailed to his pants, undoing them and pressing closer to my waist, the knife was then slammed down right next to my face, piercing through the metal with a blood-curdling screech and slashing my cheek slightly. This just made me scrunch up my nose, and tear up from how close it was to my eyes. The moment I looked away from the man, I had my head roughly turned back to look at him, I squirmed slightly, trying to slide my legs away from his sides and kick him off of me, resulting in upsetting him it seemed. He raised my legs to be above his shoulders, and pulled back the band to briefs under his cargo pants. My eyes had widened exponentially upon seeing the others length. No way something like that would fit without some sort of preparation. Except I didn't exactly think. He cared much for me in that sense.
Without warning, my thighs were pushed open and the masked man plunged himself straight into me. This made my feet come to a point, along with a sharp gasp, gaping my mouth open for this time being. I could feel every part of it, so tightly enclosed in such a place. His hands gripped tightly into my thighs, his nails digging in so hard they could draw blood. He leaned his head against my calf, then pulled me more to him, pulling out and again, pounding back into me, this time continuously. Thinking that the pain would relive was out of the question, I cried out in a moaning manner, gasping for air and shifting on the table. Tears streaming down my bloodied cheeks. He reached a hand forward, claiming it down to my esophagus and growling under the mask, muffling it. His rasped breath was prominent in the stiff air, my bonded arms came to try and pry his palm, and he went silent, continuing his motions. He yanked the knife back up, cutting the rope I was bound on and releasing my wrists. There were dark red marks around them.
He set the knife back down and pushed my legs toward my chest and to the sides, leaning his weight over me, and seeping the position. His hand went to the spot the knife was originally stabbed through, and his face was right up next to mine. My hands clambered their way to his back, immediately grasping at his shoulder blades, scratching down and immediately drawing blood. This caused plunder groaning, as well as I could feel his muscles tensing up. The pain slowly became pleasure-filled, and the stinging of the cuts upon my body had subsided. I pulled the other closer as he pumped himself in and out of me, grasping onto hair and skin, a hand still to my throat, yet he didn't try and suffocate me to blacking out this time. Though enjoyable this length seemed to pierce through my guts, it felt as if it was inside my stomach. I could feel the thrusting becoming more sloppy as the seconds passed, but it became aware he wasn't letting himself finish off first. My body still reacting to the pain with tears, and teeth-clenched moaning, I sucked my stomach in, tightening around the males member, a little hitch in his breathing noticed. His hand slid from my throat to my groin, beginning to get handsy with more sensitive parts of my figure. My mouth gaped yet again and my noises began again, just louder. This went on only a few minutes before a throbbing sensation racked my body, causing me to pull the masked mans head back, and arch up, reaching an abrupt climax. This didn't stop the other though, dragging my end out, causing my legs to become limp and shaky from the overstimulation. Not long after I had my finale, his came as well, a deeper throaty groan, as he released. Of course this was a different reality, so it didn't matter if the other had pulled or not. My eyes were glossed over as my body lay limp on the table. The other began dressing, refraining from putting his top portion of clothes on. He grabbed his weapon and turned me over, dragging the knife across my skin. I braced myself to feel the sharp sting and sure as hell, I was right about anticipating it.
The knife dug into the surface of my skin, as Legion spelt out his name on me. I guess this was out of spite due to the number I did on his back as well. My pants got yanked up and so did I, hearing a rusted sounded metal creak open. The Legion dropped me, as I fell, I felt the breeze of the hatch, my arms catching me before I disappeared into the void. I looked up at him and he shook his head, waving me off before my poor hand was stomped on and made to make me release my grip and fall. I did, and soon was consumed by the darkness. Making it back to the loading party, I was given stares, one for the bloodied body and back, two for the amount of time I was left in the world for.
God, this game just got more interesting.