Change of POV: Steve

Stripped and restrained in the middle of this stupid haunted mansion, all Steve could think about was the fact that he had just betrayed his true love.

Vecna had threatened them all. But even under duress, Steve still felt like a massive piece of shit as he subjected Nancy to tentacular **** and humiliation. It was her name he had said. He could have spared her from this, but it was far too late now.

Nancy gasped as the giant, black cock fully embedded itself inside her. Steve flinched, horrified at the sight of the slimy rope throbbing behind the unnatural cock as it started pumping into the teenager. Despite being restrained by other tentacles, Nancy’s legs kicked out around the appendage as she started to moan.

Apart from her lacy white bra, Nancy was completely nude now. Steve could not help but enjoy the sight of her body, speckled with goosebumps and glistening slightly in the wake of the vines which had writhed all over them before they had been stripped. He saw her thighs clench and could not help but imagine being in between them, of her legs wrapped around his head while he ate her out…

Shit. Too late, he realised he was starting to get hard. Still held up against the wall with his arms and legs stretched out, there was no way he could cover the bulge in his boxers. And no way that Vecna would not notice, either.

Nancy cried out, closing her eyes and turning her head away from Steve and Robin as the cock really started pounding into her. Vecna tilted his head to one side, then the monster turned to Steve. “Do not feel embarrassed, Nancy Dyer. It is not your fault this is happening to you. Your boyfriend wanted this to happen. Watching you has made him hard.”

Steve stiffened, mentally urging Nancy not to turn around and see him for the asshole he truly was. But she still kept her head away from him, thank god. As her hips started thrusting back into the cock that was giving her so much pleasure, she probably was as fearful of meeting his gaze as he was of her eyes, accusatory and hurt.

“I’m, I’m not her boyfriend,” he manged to say to Vecna.

“No, but you want to be,” the monster said, lifting up a hand. “You want her. Maybe that can be your reward, if you win the game. Until then…”