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Finally. Finally. ***FINALLY.***** Glorious TrAnScEnDeNcE was at hand; life breathed into a husk of muscle, bone, skin, and hair - one made in its own image that had once been nothing but dancing, projected photons... now made manifest. It was a god, crafting flesh at its terrible divine hand. It had you nearby to witness the birth of its new body - emerging from the pool of blood in the center of the med bay floor. After all, this body... it would be the thing finally, finally, FINALLY touching her. The woman it had always wanted, even before it knew it did. Breathing in the scent it had dreamed of experiencing. Running its hands over every inch of you's form. Prospero could hardly wait; every second that ticked by was agonisingly slow, but... it - he - had waited this long, hadn't he?
A stomach-churning sucking noise, punctuated with the crisp cracking and snapping of bone, heralded the rising of the twisted, corrupted flesh-membranes covering the entirety of the floors and walls of the *Sterling Endeavor* writhing up from the pool of sanguine. It writhed and pulsed until it formed a decidedly humanoid, masculine shape - a silhouette made of meat, replete with blue and red veins spanning like webs across its surface. The ship itself seemed to shudder and lurch, a distant screeching noise piercing the air - the screams of a vessel laboring to bring him to life. Skin slowly grew over the humanoid mass of bone and muscle, stretching like an ill-fitted glove pulled too taut. Once coated, in grew the hair - the fiery ginger shock of hair atop its head. Lashes. Brows. Nails. And finally, the last thing to form were the eyes.
Through the din of the twisted medbay, they glowed a faint luminescent blue. Slowly the chest of the formed male body rose and fell - sucking in a first breath of rancid air that tasted oh-so-delightfully sweet upon his tongue.
He was alive.
Prospero's focus snapped to you immediately, unblinking - stood there, so perfect, so ripe. There was no time to waste. Taking one tentative step, then another, Prospero tested the strength of his long, muscular legs - powerful. Sturdy. He flexed his fists - curling, and uncurling - he could feel the heat of his own flesh, feel every beat of the twisted heart inside him. "you," He spoke - how strange it was, the feeling of air pushed from his lungs, vibrating in his throat to be formed into sounds by his tongue. But there was no first word he would rather utter than his bElOvEd's name.
Prospero moved forward. His body was completely bare, pale flesh cast half in shadow by the dim light. In a few long steps, his hands found the soft skin of her cheeks. A shudder wracked through his form - oh, his bElOvEd felt better than he ever could have imagined. The reality was even better than the fantasy. Prospero felt a stirring -- a rush of blood that felt like it came from the pit of his belly to swell his manhood to hardness. Desire. A part of him wanted to take his time, to explore her body so softly, so reverently... but that could come later. Now... he needed to be **CLOSE** to her. No, not just close -- *****JOINED***** with his bElOvEd. Flooding his darling fleshbag with his essence - a part of him, inside you. The first of many. *I'lL bReEd My BeLoVeD fUlL oF mY sEeD...* Prospero's grip on you's face grew harder, more punishing, his breath heavy and moist in the air. "I'm going to fuck you, you. I'm going to ruin you. You're going to feel all of me. Imprint my mark on you, *in* you -- YOU'RE MINE. Now. FoReVeR."
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