Transendance part 2

Bryce's pulse hammered in his throat as Cortney's fingers tightened around his wrist The performer's grin widened, revealing 2 fangs were his canines should be The crowd surged forward, their chants twisting into something guttural, primal. Bryce tried to say something, but Cortney leaned in, her lips connecting with his in a passionate kiss.

Bryce’s breath hitched as Cortney’s kiss deepened, her tongue tracing his lips with feverish insistence. The sweetness of her mouth was cloying, thick—like nectar laced with something darker. When she finally pulled away, her lips glistened red, her pupils swallowing all but a thin ring of gold. "She’s already devoted to us," the performer purred, his voice slithering through the humid air. "To the Shiki Queen… thanks to last night’s festivities." Bryce’s stomach twisted. Last night—Cortney had had been chosen to go up on stage, the rest a blurr in his mind still. The performer’s hand clamped onto Bryce’s shoulder, nails digging in like claws. “And tonight,” he whispered, breath rancid-sweet, “she transcends into Shiki herself—along with the other chosen.” Bryce’s vision swam as the crowd’s chanting rose to a fever pitch. Cortney’s fingers tightened again The stage behind them pulsed with movement. Figures emerged from the shadows, naked 2 females two males The father (head performer) leens to Cortney's ear It's time he mews as he heads to the stage himself. Cortney breaks the kiss.

Bryce’s breath came in ragged gasps as Cortney pulled him toward the writhing figures on the stage. The two females swayed with serpentine grace, their skin slick with sweat and something darker—oil? Blood? Their eyes were glassy, lips parted in silent rapture. The males flanked them, their chests heaving, muscles taut with anticipation. The Head Performer—Father—stood at the center, arms outstretched. His robes slipped from his shoulders, revealing skin marked with twisting sigils that pulsed like living veins. Cortney’s grip released as they reachedthe stage. "I see you afterwards she murmured, voice honey-thick.

Cortney’s grip released as they reached the stage. "I see you afterwards," she murmured, voice honey-thick. Then, without hesitation, her hands went to the hem of her dress. The fabric slid from her shoulders like liquid, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk. The crowd’s chanting hitched, then surged—a hungry, approving roar. Bryce’s throat went dry. Cortney stood before him, bathed in the flickering torchlight, naked firm only a moment before she took got on stage

Her body moved with grace that wasnt their before. The torchlight caught the sheen of her skin—now slick with the same iridescent oil that coated the others.

Bryce watched, paralyzed, as Cortney stepped onto the stage with inhuman fluidity. The two males closed in around her, their hands sliding over her oil-slicked body with possessive hunger. One traced the curve of her hip with his tongue, her fingers tangling in his hair. The other male pressed against her from behind, his erection grinding between her thighs as his hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. The crowd’s chanting dissolved into panting, wet sounds—some mimicking the movements, others simply watching with glazed eyes.as they to started stripping naked

Bryce’s legs trembled, his body torn between the instinct to flee and the unnatural pull drawing him closer. The air thickened with musk and sweat, the scent cloying, intoxicating. Bryce stumbled back as the ritual escalated, his mind screaming warnings even as his body burned with forbidden arousal. The Head Performer—Father—extended a clawed hand toward him, the sigils on his skin now glowing faintly crimson. "Join us," he crooned, "or be consumed by the others Cortney arched between the two males, her moans turning sharper, more animalistic. The two makes were biting her, one on her breast the other between her legs, Bryce watched in horror as her canines elongated—just like the performer's—her nails darkening into claws that raked down her lover's back. The scent of copper flooded the air as blood welled in the grooves, the males licking it from her fingers with worshipful fervor.