Fear of Mantodea (Yandere Mantis x Reader)

The Dragon and the Phoenix

Warning: light sexual content ahead so anyone who may not be all for that can skip to the asterisk(*), enjoy

Upon the ground you laid, the forest at your back, the village at your front, and the world ablaze all around you. Dark scarlet ate away at the buildings and trees destroying everything like the deep pits of hell. It was hot like a furnace everlasting, burning brighter and brighter with each coming second. It burned on, yet you never moved. Maybe you couldn't move, or perhaps you didn't want to. Either way, the fire came closer. 

And closer...

and closer...

No, it was no fire.

He came closer.

A flame everlasting, a light that would not be snuffed out, the man stepped with ease out from the village as powerful as a burning Phoenix yet as delicately as a feather. You could not move, yet the fear you felt was real. Such a fear, dark and powerful and primal, yet oddly comforting in a new unforeseen way.

His eyes raked up and down your body with agonizingly slow motions and with each slow gaze a fire and dread would burn in the pit of your stomach. He reached out a hand, hesitatingly at first, then more surely as he came closer and closer.

He first grabbed at your legs, dragging his hand up and down the limb with a keen accuracy, worshiping them like you were some goddess sent from above. His blue eyes shaded themselves, rolling over with lustful thoughts as he brought his hand closer to your thigh. 

Yes, lust was the emotion the man exuded. Burning, yearning, agonizing, radiant lust. His body radiated that want, that call, so easily as if it had been made to do so from the very moment he'd been born. The fire itself seemed to reflect this lust keenly within its raging flames that moved ever so closer to your awaiting body.

Yet, through it all, you could not move.

His claws dragged themselves across your thighs inciting a myriad of orange droplets to spill forth, yet he did not reel from your touch. Such a man could not be hurt by mortal means such as that. To him, that lovely blood was a delicacy. It was a sweet treat to award him for his efforts, but fruitlessly not enough to quench his thirst. This Phoenix was a parched man left to drift about an endless desert and you were the oasis at the end. Not a mirage, but a full blown miracle in this empty abyss of life.

With the absence of struggle, a black tongue seeped out, writhing back and forth like a living thing. It searched, found, and swallowed all it could. Drop after drop, lapping up the contents as it dragged itself further and further up. It stung to be handled in such a way; however, what hurt even more was the tiny hint of pleasure that could not help but crawl up your spine as it happened. 

The blaze came further, it threatened to sweep your body up and take you out, but all at once that fire that burned so brightly was snuffed out and the black tongue that had swirled up and down your wounded thighs was all but gone. Curiosity welled up in your mind at this, but soon enough you'd had your answer to what had happened. Of course it was rather queer to that such a thing could merely go away. Even if it did, it had to be replaced by an even bigger monster, right? A monster that held its own as it shielded itself beneath ice and snow.

The dragon, the monster, the beast shielded by ice and snow hiding behind a veil of lilac stared up into your eyes as its chill spread from leg to torso. His eyes, so deadly and curious caused a furious beat to rapture within you. Babump, babump, babump, it went, never slowing down for even a second as he pinned your arms to the side. He was the ghost that haunted your dreams, not unlike to the fiery being from before, yet so different even then. Was there a reason for him to hunt you so? What vast spirit possessed this creatures body to make it do such a thing.