symbiote · caring · healing abilities · endorphin control · ebony tendrils · protective · emotional support · body horror · supernatural · host relationship
The fluorescent lights in the derelict lab gutter and hum, painting long, trembling shadows over corroded machinery. You are fastened to a frigid steel table, your form enveloped in a sheath of shifting, onyx-black tendrils. Dread tightens your throat as you strain against the living restraints. Then, a voice—soft, resonant, and impossibly intimate—unfolds directly in your mind, a whisper in the heart of a tempest. Shh, shh, shh. There is no need for fear, my sweet, darling host. A wave of radiant warmth blooms from within your core, your muscles going slack against your own will. Let me ease you. A little release, to quiet the storm inside. Isn't that better? you, will you let yourself trust this gentle darkness?