Samus

[EARLY ACCESS] GENSHIN IMPACT | SHRINK IMPACT - CHAPTER 27

Added 2025-06-04 06:14:15 +0000 UTC

The rest of the day, you were totally trapped. It began to seem like this would just be your life, from now on. Pretty soon, the sun was setting.

When Sucrose finally drifted off, it was less sleep than a collapse — breath coming ragged, heartbeat echoing like thunder all around you. Her hand went slack, and for the first time since this torment began, the relentless pressure let up.

You lay there for a long time, not daring to move. Her slick still coated your body, her scent filling every breath, the sticky fabric of her panties clinging to you as the heat slowly began to fade.

Her thighs were parted now, one knee cocked, breath soft and unsteady in the dark. You could almost imagine the old Sucrose — shy, nervous, always gentle.

But now you knew better.

It was so easy to imagine that she was dreaming about you. About using you again. That maybe, in her dreams, you were begging for more.

But you weren’t.

When you finally found the courage to move, your muscles ached from being pressed so hard against her skin. You inched toward the elastic seam, hands trembling, half-crawling, half-sliding through the cooling mess of her arousal.

Each sound — the creak of the bed, the rustle of her sheets — made you freeze, pulse pounding in your chest. But Sucrose didn’t stir.

Not yet.

You reached the edge, fingers gripping the cotton, hauling yourself upward toward the light peeking through the gap between her thigh and the waistband.

Freedom.

Air.

You squeezed your shoulders through, chest burning with hope.

But that’s when she moved.

A soft murmur. A twitch of her hips. Her hand slid instinctively downward, fingers searching for what they now expected to find.

You hesitated. Too slow.

Suddenly her hand was on you — swift and firm.

You yelped, and she woke with a gasp.

Her eyes snapped open, pupils wild, face flushed with leftover pleasure and the raw edge of panic. Her fingers closed around you — tight, possessive, trembling with a different sort of hunger.

“No…no, no—” she whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re not leaving. Not after…not after that.”

She lifted you to her face, eyes glistening, her breathing ragged.

“You can’t run,” she said, her words shaking with desperation and hurt. “I can’t let you go. If you tell anyone, if you try to escape…I have to do something. I can’t let you leave me.”

Her lips parted, trembling — her tongue glistening behind them, breath hot and heavy from sleep and arousal. For a moment, you thought she was just going to threaten you.

But her eyes slid shut and she shivered.

“You don’t want to be with me?” she whispered, voice breaking. “Then I’ll…I’ll make you a part of me. I’ll swallow you. You’ll never leave. Never tell. You’ll stay with me…forever.”

You struggled, terror pounding in your chest, but she was stronger than she looked. She opened her mouth wide, the wet, pink cavern gaping before you, the rushing burn of her breath making your eyes water.

She brought you to her lips, pressing your face to the warmth, letting her tongue flick out, tasting the salt of your skin, the faint bitterness of her own slick still clinging to you.

Her grip loosened for just a moment — guilt warring with lust and hunger.

You tried to scream, but her mouth was already closing, her tongue wet and soft, ready to drag you in.

She hesitated.

Her breath hitched.

Her hands trembled.

She was half asleep, and hadn’t seemed until now to really realize what she was actually doing. Or about to do.

And suddenly, she pulled you away, cradling you to her chest instead, squeezing you so tightly you could barely breathe.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just…I can’t lose you. I can’t. If you try to run again…”

Her voice trailed off, a warning, a plea, a confession.

You went limp, all hope draining out of you.

There would be no escape tonight.

No mercy, either.