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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Feferi_Peixes/Gamzee_Makara, implied_Condesce/Grand_Highblood
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Feferi_Peixes, the_voices_in_Gamzee's_head
  Additional Tags:
      Face_Heel_Turn, Murder, intercourse, First_Time, Femdom, unorthodox_use
      of_game_powers
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-30 Words: 2009
****** Gamzee: Hail Empress ******
by FailureArtist
Summary
     Feferi goes evil and seduces a sober and sensitive Gamzee.
Gamzee strolls through the halls of the Veil, casual but certain. He feels a
sense of calm now that he knows his purpose, but there is also a buzz. A buzz
he never got from that stupefying sopor. He feels so present, so alive. He can
see everything in stunning detail, he can hear every little sound, and he can
feel the air against his skin. And with this sensitivity there is arousal. His
libido has never been higher. In fact it had never been very high at all. This
is all a new sensation for him.
 
He is surprised to hear the bleeping of a tranportalizer and he honks softly
under his breath. He gets another surprise when he sees Feferi on the pad
holding her trident. He stares at her. He has always thought she was very
pretty but he’s never thought about her much, his bloodpusher too distracted by
his flush crush. Now he can see how beautiful she is. Tall and regal, elegant
neck, long flowing hair, shapely legs and toned arms, and behind her goofy
goggles she had eyes full of life. What really gets him going is the
contrasting purple, yellow, and jade artfully splattered on her. The big
magenta is no match for that little brown. He should have noticed her earlier.
 
She steps off the pad in a stride unlike her usual bounce. She looks at him and
gives a smile unlike she any she had given before. She waits a moment. Gamzee
knows he should say something. The voices in his head whisper and scream at him
to say something. But Feferi answers the question he couldn’t ask.
 
 “This? I just had to put down a little uprising!” she says as she tipples her
trident, “That tunahead Eeeeridan just had to float me! He tried to use that
silly wand but I was faster! Got him right in the aquatic vascular system! Oh,
and I culled that yellowblood while I was out it, cause he’s blind now and who
needs a blind lowblood? Then I killed that little meddler Kanaya cause she kept
glubbing.”
 
He finally chokes out a response. “you got your murder on?” he whispers loudly.
 
She nodded happily.
 
The spirits within him bestow the courage to speak on. “YOU GOT THE HIGHEST
MOTHERFUCKIN’ MURDER ON,” he yells. He continues, “must feel wicked to murder.
MUST FEEL MOTHERFUCKIN’ WICKED TO TAKE A LIFE INTO YO HANDS, and crush it.”
 
“It was pretty Eeexciting!”
 
“i’m thinkin’ of trying it my own self. NEED TO GET SOME MURDERS ON.”
 
“That cowardly mutant swam off somewhere and I don’t know where everyone else
is bobbing!”
 
Feferi sighs and puts away her trident. She then suddenly covers the meters
between them.
 
“But we can take some time out between murders to glub, can’t we?” she says.
 
“murder’s the sequel. MURDER IS ALWAYS THE SEQUEL,” he replies, and it doesn’t
sound as smooth as he wants. 
 
“I realized somefin when I killed...” Her voice chokes up a little but she
continues. “When I killed Eeeridan. I turned to look at our leader and he was
just gapping like a bass and I knew then...I’m the REEEL LEEEADER! I’m the
glubbing EEEMPRESS!”
 
“you’ve found your proper place, JUST LIKE US.”
 
She glubs happily and pets his head. The small casual touch is electrifying.
She suddenly grabs a big lock of his hair. 
 
“Let me whisper something to you, just like my mom used to whisper to me.” She
pushes Gamzee’s head to the side like she plans to drip something in his ear
and she whispers, “We’re all going to DIEEEEEE! And then the Gods of the Outer
Rim will come and take us all and never let us go!”
 
   1.  
 
She then pushes his face into a muscular bosom. She is one large head taller
than the boy who can’t reach the pedals. He freezes in her cold embrace.
 
“Eeeeveryone belongs to me! Matrimonism or something, that little lawyer
landdweller would know, that silly stuff is for tealbloods. But that’s how
being empress works!”
 
She pulls Gamzee’s head back so she can look him in the eye.
 
“And you have always belonged to me, Highblood,” she says, then pushes her lips
against his.
 
Her kiss is violent. It’s more like she’s trying to eat his lips. Blood flows
down over his already ruined clown makeup. Her tongue invades his mouth like a
tentacle. This is Gamzee’s first kiss. He always thought his first kiss would
be from Tavros, but suddenly this seems destined. The voices in his head cheer,
one whispers “finally” and the other shouts lewd remarks.
 
“We are destined to be together,” she says into his ear, “You answer only to
me.”
 
It doesn’t sound like Feferi saying this anymore. Her voice is deeper now,
though there is a trace of singsong. What she says goes right down to his soul.
 
She swipes a finger on his cut lip and licks it. “To think I was flushed for
that yellowblood! Glub! As if! That was before I knew any better.”
 
Gamzee thinks of that brownblood. His love for him was just like her love for
Sollux. Just some passing phase to leave behind. He rejects Tavros. Tavros’
rejection still hurts him.
 
“gettin’ sloppy makeouts with lowbloods,” Gamzee says, “AIN’T WORTH THE BILE
AND VOMIT. highbloods represent.”
 
“Seadwellers represent.” She smells his hair. “Mmm, you smell like the sea.”
 
She kisses him again, tasting him. Her hands feel down his back, down to his
ass, and over to cup his crotch. His bone bulge is hard and his nook is slick.
 
“You’ve prepared your body nicely for your Empress,” she moans.
 
He has been ready since her first kiss. As much as he’d craved some sweet lip
action when his libido was muted by sopor, he craves more than this now that
he’s off that numbing agent.
 
She suddenly steps back and pushes him down with surprising strength and he
falls on his ass. He is afraid this means she’s tired of him and plans to leave
him unsatisfied. He would rather she cull him than do that.
 
But instead she undoes her little skirt and drop the black bottom underneath.
He had never thought about whether her swimsuit was a one-piece or a two-piece
but he is grateful he knows the answer now. She steps out of the bottom and
leaves it on the ground. She takes his pants and boxers and tears them trying
to get them off. The remains hang around his ankles. She pushes down his knees
(even his knees feel like an erogenous spot) and straddles his thighs. He props
himself up by his elbows as he watches her slick up his bone bulge with his own
lubrication. When she is done she takes the bone bulge and slowly guides it
into her nook. Her movements are awkward now, like she’s never done this
before. She winces a little and he wonders if he’s big. The voices in his head
tell him “hell yeah”, “YOU’RE BIG AS A MOTHERFUCKIN CLUB”.
 
He certainly feels huge in her tight nook. And her nook is warm even though the
rest of her is cold. He feels like his whole body is being engulfed. This is
too much stimulation for him. She only takes one half stroke before he suddenly
bucks up and shoots into her. It’s his first ever orgasm and he doesn’t think
he’ll ever have a better orgasm. Mostly because he’s sure she’ll kill him
before he gets another chance. Her face looks murderous. He’s so scared it’s
like he’s using his new-found chucklevoodoos on himself. She slides off his
useless bulge with a sighing glub. She moves over to his side and instead of
taking out her culling fork, she takes her lips and gently puts them on the
head of his bone bulge. The bone bulge rises up, fully hard. He would call it a
miracle but miracles are fake. It’s just another game power, he tells himself.
 
She sits on his bone bulge again, this time without difficulty. Her nook
relaxes as it descends and he’s more prepared too. He’s not overstimulated and
he is used to the sensation. He will last longer this time.
 
It’s still not an easy task. It still feels so bitching. She starts moving
rapidly once she get readjusted to the size and it’s hard for him to keep from
thrusting up into her. He’s too afraid if he does he’ll come early. He feels
bad that she’s doing all the work. The voices hiss at him and call him a bad
subject. He wants to touch her, but he’s too much of a good subject to do that
without permission. She gives him permission by taking his hands and placing
them on her hips. His hands feel up those wonderful muscular thighs. Her skin
feels different from landdwellers’ skin. It’s slick, like a sea creatures. (It
reminds him of his lusus and he feels briefly sad before a particularly good
stroke brings him out of it.) She returns the favor by taking her large hands
and feeling under his shirt. Her fingers go to his armpits and he’s surprised
at how good it feels.
 
He feels another orgasm coming on and as much as his Empress is enjoying this
he doesn’t think she’s close. However, the top worry now is getting a pail. He
whispers and shouts for one but she doesn’t stop or bring any container out.
With a long wavering “fUuUuUuUcK” he comes again into her nook.
 
She rides him until he’s soft, and then lifts herself up, curls over him, and
kisses down there again. His bone bulge is ready for action again and she goes
back as if nothing happened. He notices that his genetic material isn’t
dribbling down. The Witch isn’t just engulfing him, she’s devouring him.
 
He’s very tired but he still props himself up to watch her.  She leans back,
closes her eyes, and grinds into him. Little glubs escape from her mouth. Her
gills flitter. Her jewelry jangles. Her face shows ecstasy and someone else’s
blood. It’s beautiful. It’s all so motherfucking beautiful. He is in love and
he feels the love from her but he knows she isn’t his matesprit. Empresses
don’t have normal romances. He feels again that sense of purpose. Like it was
his destiny to get it on with her.
 
She takes a hold of her nubby bone bulge and rubs it. It’s swollen with royal
blood. She is close, and again she doesn’t move to a pail. Her nook tightens
like a vice and suddenly pulsates around him. With a very loud glub she has her
long awaited orgasm. The power of it sets him over the edge and he weakly
comes.
 
He’s panting and trying to catch his breath, but she, after just one big
breath, casually lifts herself off him. Her seedflap releases their genetic
material all over him. It’s like all the genetic material she absorbed was now
coming back.
 
Her nook is clean, like she absorbed any excess, as she puts back on the bottom
of swimsuit and her skirt. She kneels beside him and he’s afraid she’ll kiss
him back to life and make him go all over again. Instead she grabs his head and
gives him one last kiss. It’s a very long kiss and it makes him wish he had
gills too.
 
She pulls back to whisper, “You did a very good job, Highblood.”
 
Then she unceremoniously drops his head on the hard floor and stands up.
 
“I’m going to find Kar-krab!” she announces in her normal voice, “BYEEE!”
 
Feferi bounces off. Gamzee is left lying on the floor, his bone bulge limp and
sore, his pants in tatters, his shirt drenched, and his face cut and smeared.
The voices tell him to get up and join her search for the usurper, but he
hasn’t the energy for it. Instead he passes out and is embraced by the
horrorterrors.
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