Male reader x Human Hersha and Welter

Violent yet delicate

The faint sound of footsteps grew louder into your ears, causing a shiver to go down your spine. You were blindfolded with some sort of black cloth that tightly took away your sight and you were left to lie on the cold floor through the whole day. At least, it felt like a day. It's been forever since you've been outside and seen things people see on a daily basis. You really missed those small things. You, your life was flipped upside down. The cruel jerks with the names of Virus and Trip, they took you from the world you know and left you with their allmates. Their allmates were human but they still kept the properties of a lion and snake. Hersha still had his forked tongue, fangs and even some scales strewn about on his skin, leaving a rough texture. Welter had sharp nails with sharp teeth, which he liked to basically torture you with those. Everyday they chant in unison, "We love you, (Name)". Whenever they said that, you visibly cringed. What was their definition of love?

The footsteps vibrated in your ears as they probably got closer, terrifying you with each step. Right in front of you, someone bends down and picks you up with no warning whatsoever. "Wah..!" You let out a surprised noise since you were unable to see what he was doing but responsively straddled your legs and arms around the person to keep from falling. Beginning to calm a bit, you could feel claws dig into your side and thigh. It's Welter, you thought. A door squeaks open and then slams shut, echoing through the room. A new atmosphere filled the cold room and you shivered from either fear or just being cold in general. Maybe both. No matter how many times they'd blinded you, you hated it. You wanted all your senses and not have one left behind with just some fabric. It was terrible because they took such an advantage to it. Randomly doing things to you to make you jump and scream. Sometimes, they'd just sit at the edge of the bed and asked you to do certain things for them when you couldn't tell where there eyes were. The thought made your chest ache just from the thought of having to do those inadequate things just for their sheer enjoyment.

Softly setting you down the bed, you instantly blindly search for something recognizable other than the silky sheets and piled pillows. You just wanted to know who was there with the other senses you had. The bed squeaked as two masses took a seat on the opposite sides of the bed. You kept looking around but felt nothing. Where were they? you thought to yourself.

"Over here~" Hersha's soft voice breaks the silence of the room and you feel a presence looming over you, a dark blotch showing through the blindfold. You place hand onto his shoulder as his tongue grazes across your cheek, sending an odd feeling through you with the wet feeling. Quivering, someone gets up and sits behind you, earning a gasp from you. The person then proceeded to lift you up into they're lap quite swiftly. They placed a kiss on your hair as you threw your arms behind you to feel soft, long hair, running your fingers through it.

Welter, you confirmed who it was in your head.

He placed a soft lick onto the back of your neck until there was a sharp pain, like you had been stabbed. He had just bitten into the flesh on your neck without warning, like always. A whimper was all you let out, not daring to move a muscle. You sat there, frozen like a statue. If you moved, he'd probably rip a chunk of your neck out and that sounded terrible just from the thought. "Welter, you don't do that so early." Hersha scolded, letting him know that you should feel a little bit more pleasure then pain when it first started. Welter opened his mouth and released the skin and muscle from his mouth. You always tried to get used to them scratching and biting at you but you just couldn't. It hurt too much. Blood poured from the area the man had just bitten, feeling warm yet cold at the same time. It trickled down your back and they just stayed silent, as if they were watching the blood steam from the wound. Knowing them, they probably were.

After what seemed like a century, Hersha slipped the blindfold off of your eyes and you flinched even though the room was dimly lit. The man eyed you with a grin on his face. All you could really do was sink back into Welter's chest, wishing you would just disappear. Hersha then got closer to you and pressed his lips against yours and ran a hand down your chest. You obediently kissed him back and Welter started to lick the back of your neck, his tongue luckily being soft instead being a rough cat tongue.

Even though they had human bodies, they still acted like animals. Enjoying your screams of pain that bounced off the walls, placing kisses on your puffy and tear stained cheeks as you trembled from pain and fear. Those two knew how to embarrass you and you couldn't put your finger on why you still kept your pride. You just clung on to it as if it were nessasary for life. Sometimes, even Virus and Trip would join in the 'fun', causing you to feel even worse since four eyes were now on you. Being the center of attention just wasn't your thing. It wasn't ever. The terrible feeling of people watching your every move and you feel that if you mess up, place your arm wrong, they'd never forget about it.

The pain in your neck subsided as all you felt was the moistness of Welter's saliva and the soft kisses Hersha was trailing all over your body. You gave him more access to your neck as you watched Hersha move lower and lower on you. Each kiss left a tingling sensation on your skin, feeling odd.

Hersha gazed behind you and at Welter as he began to speak, "Do you want to switch off?" He asked with a hum in he back of his throat. "Sure." Welter purred in acceptance. Oh no. A knot tied in your stomach, aware of what the male would do to you. He was the more violent one, scratching and clawing at you, leaving bites all over you. He bit deep enough to draw blood but not so deep that your skin was left with scars. Welter knew Trip and Virus would scold him for that.

Shaking your thoughts away, hands trailed down your legs and he began to spread your thighs open. A lump caught in your throat and you waited for the first prick of pain. To your surprise, Hersha tied he blindfold back onto you again and you jumped from it. He grabbed your hands and crossed them over your back, bounding you down. Oh no, oh no. Those words just kept circling your mind as they didn't do anything for a while until...

(Author's note: I'm still not the best writer as you can see but I try, I really do. Also, my writing is very fucked up. Oops.)