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Title: The heart that I'm hearing.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping/Tentacleshipping.
Table and prompt: Table #.
Summary:
Word count: .
Rating: R-18.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
“The what-- It's too hot in here…” Yuma had stopped all the fighting, his face was relaxed, red. Sweat covered his forehead and the tip of his fingers tingling.
He didn't know what was happening, but it seemed like his body had heated up a few degrees.
He felt feverish.
Black Mist waited for a short moment before lifting themself up, watching Yuma let out a whimper and roll to his side; he hadn't noticed, but it was like the contact and pressure Ninety-six had been doing helped relieve those weird sensations running through his body.
“Are you feeling it yet, sweetheart?” The dark-skinned alien asked. “The pain? The need?” They taunted, satisfacted with Yuma's reactions, how he started to pant and shyly cross his legs.
The mist, the pheromone, was still leaving Ninety-six’s skin, filling the laboratory in which Kaito and the others almost cut through the aliens. The same place that now would witness they concluding their mission.
Astral slowly moved a hand, touching the human’s cheek, immediately feeling him press back.
“Kazuma did say you were a human different from the others…” They whispered, letting their fingers play with Yuma's ear. “Beautiful.”
“I suppose we can start.” Black Mist actually didn't wait for any type of response, spreading two big tentacles from their back and wrapping the smooth appendages around Yuma's legs, spreading them.
The human let out a small cry, for a while forgetting about Astral and looking down, at Ninety-six’s hungry hands, that were traveling under his shirt, exploring, scratching, squeezing.
“Ah, I know what those are.” They stopped by Yuma's nipples, holding them between sharp claws. “I looked through some human’s heads; those little rosebuds are wonderful toys, aren't they?” Ninety-six snickered. “Tell me, pet, have you tried to play with yourself?”
“I-- Why are you asking this--!!” His breathe caught on his throat when he felt something wet and slightly hard curl around his arm.
He shot a glance up, hadn't noticed until now that Astral moved to his head, holding both his arms back and coating one of them with their tongue.
Astral seemed interested in taste his skin, slowly moving their purple tongue, letting Yuma tentatively close his hand around it, sliding the wet muscle on his palm.
Black Mist smiled.
“You are dirtier than I thought.”
Yuma screamed when Ninety-six’s let out their own tongue, lapping at the hard nipples and letting them gain a shade of pink.
Yuma couldn't muster understandable words, moving restless and trying to suppress the moanings coming from his throat.
His body was hot, his skin seemed to ache for contact and his waist kept moving by its own accord. He didn't have the mind to control himself, nor to feel ashamed when Ninety-six stopped to laugh.
“I knew you would be a good pet.” They petted sweat covered bangs at the same time as Astral recoiled, using thin tentacles to hold Yuma's arms in place, even though he didn't try to escape.
“Humans have an interesting anatomy.” Ninety-six teased Yuma's stomach with a hand pressing against it, sliding down, past his navel, past his belly, leaving behind a red trail, marking where their nails had passed.
“We didn't have to think a lot, though.” Astral caught the teenager's attention, lowering themself and facing his eyes with just a few inches of distance.
While Astral was between Yuma's arms, resting their hands on his cheeks, Ninety-six was between his legs, resting their hands on his pants.
“Think about what?” Yuma asked in a quiet voice, trying to restrain the moans that threatened to surface every time Black Mist “accidentally” brushed their fingers on his hard flesh.
“About where to lay the eggs.” The blue-skinned alien softly said, not fighting the smile spreading on their lips when Yuma widened his eyes slightly. “You have a place in your belly that is softer than the rest of your body.”
Astral once again moved up, not rushing, giving time to Black Mist to open Yuma's pants and pull the clothes until his thighs, exposing the needy member.
“Cute.” Ninety-six quickly licked it, using their whole tongue to do so, making Yuma throw his head back and scream.
“Inside your intestine, almost where it begins… Seems like an ideal location to place the eggs.” Astral took Black Mist’s position while they returned to Yuma's side. “You will be able to feel them and they will have room to grow.”
“Can you imagine yourself with a huge belly?” Ninety-six laughed before dividing their two tentacles into countless smaller ones, most of them holding Yuma's limbs on place, some others wrapping around his neck and torso, but leaving a path of skin soon to be marked.
The blue-skinned alien also held Yuma's legs, taking their time to create a special tentacle, sprouting from both their thighs and pelvis, its size being reasonable big.
“Wait--” Yuma suddenly said, the pheromone not being able to cloud his fear.
“Call me Astral.” They smiled before wrapping a tentacle around Yuma's member, using the moment to thrust the bigger appendage inside their boy, only letting a small fraction reside in him.
“ASTRAL!” Yuma obediently used their name, screaming and closing his eyes.
More tears gathered around his eyes, and Ninety-six touched his face, approaching his red, warm ear.
“Cry for me.”
Yuma widened his eyes, the tears pooling there running down his cheeks; Astral hadn't moved, but something slicky and cold was pouring in his insides, a liquid that couldn't be coming from anywhere but their tentacle.
“N-Ninety-six--- Astral---” Yuma shakily called for they both, taking deep breathes.
His chest was going up and down in an erratic way, small tears struggling to fall from his pretty, shining eyes.
“Don’t need to be scared, pet.” Black Mist muttered. “This is what you humans would call “love””. Without any previous warning they sank their teeth on Yuma's side, at the same time as Astral stimulated his member.
The human screamed, both from the pain and the pleasure, choking on his own spit and coughing.
Blood was coming out of the little holes Ninety-six’s teeth opened, the sweet liquid that the alien eagerly lapped at.
“Yuma…” Astral whispered, their eyelids closed, their voice light. “You are extremely warm inside… Soft, and welcoming…” They finally looked at their human, offering him a smile. “I want to feel more.”
“Astral!!--” Yuma shouted more for shock than for anything else; he was expecting pain, but the tentacle moved smoothly, sliding deeper into him, creating a friction that sent shivers down his spine.
The strange substance the alien used to lube their own appendage seemed to numb the pain and the discomfort, but it also let his muscles more sensitive than before; Yuma could feel the tentacle traveling in his insides.
Ninety-six watched the human’s facial expressions closely, choosing specific portions of his abdomen to let their teeth mark.
Only by watching him reacting, Black Mist’s hungriness for the boy grew.
“--You are going too deep--” Yuma's voice sounded restrained and he was panting, feeling an odd sensation, a pleasure different from the one sparkling from Astral's ministrations on his hard flesh; it was something seemly animalistic, coming from his very core. A feeling of dangerousness and wanting for more.
“You are very delicate here…” Astral said as an answer, forcing the tentacle to shape as the walls around it. “The need of lubrication is clear.”
But Yuma wasn’t really listening, too focused on Black Mist biting and licking and scratching at his torso while Astral touched the deepest of his body.
“What a good pet you are.” Ninety-six was absently rubbing the tip of their claw on the area where Yuma's heart were. It seemed like a random pattern, but it was actually the two numbers that composed their name. “Will you make those same expressions when it's my turn?”
“What are---Ahhh--W-What---” Yuma groaned and opened his mouth to let the air in. Astral had squirted the liquid again, but this time the tentacle was so deep nestled in him, that he could see a bump forming underneath the skin of his stomach. “--Astral…” Yuma was afraid, probably by seeing such a deformity.
“Shh, it's okay, pet.” Black Mist caressed his forehead, catching some small droplets of sweat there. “You will need to get used to it, though… When you have both mine and Astral's eggs inside you…” With a small laugh, they tasted the sweat using the tip of their tongue.
Astral kept pushing the tentacle inside Yuma, sometimes caressing the walls, sometimes taking a long while before moving on because they wanted to feel. Yuma was extremely warm there, and at every small movement they did, the human answered, being it with a whimper, a small cry, a tear rolling down his face, a soft, meaningless word… It was fascinating watching him.
“This part is smaller…” Astral suddenly said, carefully moving the tentacle in a circular motion, making Yuma groan. “I suppose I can't go further without damaging your organism.” Although they were partially conditioned to create a smaller appendage and progress with the exploration, time was running short.
“W-Wait… What are you going to…” The human suddenly grabbed Black Mist’s tentacle and widened his eyes; Astral was retroceding the tentacle and at the same time leaving behind a trail of that sticky, cool liquid.
Ninety-six knew what was about to happen, and they didn't feel the need of utter any word, only to watch the boy. The way he opened his mouth in a soundless cry the moment Astral started to send an egg through the tentacle.
It was small, round in shape and had some gems carved around it. The shell was malleable, but still a bit hard.
The egg was going through Yuma's insides, travelling and going up, up, up…
Yuma could barely breath.
The dark-skinned alien gave in and let the human move his arms, and they smiled when Yuma's choice was to hug them, holding onto them as if his life depended on it.
“For now, I can only give you one… It would be too risky to increase the number.” Astral stretched a hand and caressed a soft thigh. “But your body will adapt and welcome it, Yuma.” They flashed a small smile. “You will soon carry a part of me and of Black Mist.” They sounded proud and satisfied.
“Are you eager for that, baby?” Ninety-six whispered against the human’s ear.
“--I…” Their boy was having a hard time to think, overwhelmed by all the sensations, of how the egg finally reached the area Astral had choose and, slowly, started to attach itself there.
“How does it feel?” Ninety-six moved away from Yuma, but only for a fraction; they used their free arm to touch the boy’s belly, massaging, feeling themself the small egg freshly laid there.
It took a while until the human could reply.
“--Weird-- W-Weird…” He took a deep breath, forcing Black Mist to return to their previous position, wanting to hug them fully and hide his face on their shoulder.
“Yuma…” Astral muttered softly, still with their tentacle in. “The egg is attached to the wall of your stomach. It will receive the nutrients of your body and it will grow with time.” They once again patted the human’s legs. “You both will create a bond. As you and I will. You will bare your heart to me and to Ninety-six.”
“What are you-- Saying…?” Yuma cried when Astral started to pull out, leaving behind just the bump that was the egg.
They did it slowly, but the human saw himself holding Ninety-six with all his might.
“Soul bonded.” Astral explained briefly, taking their time to retract their appendage, leaving their boy’s body with a wet sound.
Yuma seemed exhausted, covered in sweat and the substance that both aliens released through their tentacles. He finally relaxed the grip on Ninety-six, but it was not enough to let them go.
“Sweetheart, I promise I will make you feel good.” They licked the tip of Yuma's nose. “Trust me.”
Once again, the aliens switched positions, Astral going near Yuma's face while Black Mist stayed between his legs.
“It's a shame you didn't come not even once.” They looked at the soft member; Yuma probably lost all the arousal because of the egg being laid. They clicked their tongue. “Astral didn't do it right.”
Black Mist ignored the other, knowing Astral would be angry, but wouldn't even show it; they restrained themself too much, but it was not like Ninety-six really cared.
“You have a special place, don't you, little love?” They touched Yuma's behinds, groping his ass and making him jump. “A magical place that will make you see stars.” Black Mist showed their pointy teeth before teasing the tender hole that was Yuma's entrance. “It's so wet already. I don't think I will need any lube.”
Ninety-six pushed a finger inside, easily sliding in. Their long claw made it possible to reach deeper.
Yuma moaned and tried to move, but the restraints on his limbs made it nearly impossible.
“Are you liking this? It's so wide that I can fit my whole hand… Such a little whore…” They thrusted another finger, moving both in increasing speed. “You really are warm here, Yuma, it's like you are sucking my fingers in.” A short laugh before Ninety-six opened their mouth and let their tongue extend, reaching for Yuma's flesh, shortening the process of making it hard by lapping at the head.
“Black Mist! W-Wait! Black--!!” The human was feeling overwhelmed, his whole body seemed on fire, the pleasure was speaking louder than the pain or discomfort and Yuma was just not used to it. Everything was too much. Everything was making him dizzy and out of breath.
“Come to me, doll, come to me…” Ninety-six hissed, feeling how the human was contorting and squeezing his inner walls, his toes curling, his mouth opening to a scream, but Astral took the opportunity and kissed Yuma, swallowing the sweet sound.
Astral felt how their boy was tired; his tongue was moving at the alien’s will, following each direction they dictated within the kiss.
“Good boy.” Ninety-six was dipping their hand in the pearly liquid now plastered on their human’s torso. “I am not finished yet, but since you were such an obedient pet, I will make this even more enjoyable to you.”
The alien held Yuma's legs with their hands and bent a little, once again using their tongue, but this time it was to touch the reddened entrance.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping/Tentacleshipping.
Table and prompt: Table #.
Summary:
Word count: .
Rating: R-18.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
“The what-- It's too hot in here…” Yuma had stopped all the fighting, his face was relaxed, red. Sweat covered his forehead and the tip of his fingers tingling.
He didn't know what was happening, but it seemed like his body had heated up a few degrees.
He felt feverish.
Black Mist waited for a short moment before lifting themself up, watching Yuma let out a whimper and roll to his side; he hadn't noticed, but it was like the contact and pressure Ninety-six had been doing helped relieve those weird sensations running through his body.
“Are you feeling it yet, sweetheart?” The dark-skinned alien asked. “The pain? The need?” They taunted, satisfacted with Yuma's reactions, how he started to pant and shyly cross his legs.
The mist, the pheromone, was still leaving Ninety-six’s skin, filling the laboratory in which Kaito and the others almost cut through the aliens. The same place that now would witness they concluding their mission.
Astral slowly moved a hand, touching the human’s cheek, immediately feeling him press back.
“Kazuma did say you were a human different from the others…” They whispered, letting their fingers play with Yuma's ear. “Beautiful.”
“I suppose we can start.” Black Mist actually didn't wait for any type of response, spreading two big tentacles from their back and wrapping the smooth appendages around Yuma's legs, spreading them.
The human let out a small cry, for a while forgetting about Astral and looking down, at Ninety-six’s hungry hands, that were traveling under his shirt, exploring, scratching, squeezing.
“Ah, I know what those are.” They stopped by Yuma's nipples, holding them between sharp claws. “I looked through some human’s heads; those little rosebuds are wonderful toys, aren't they?” Ninety-six snickered. “Tell me, pet, have you tried to play with yourself?”
“I-- Why are you asking this--!!” His breathe caught on his throat when he felt something wet and slightly hard curl around his arm.
He shot a glance up, hadn't noticed until now that Astral moved to his head, holding both his arms back and coating one of them with their tongue.
Astral seemed interested in taste his skin, slowly moving their purple tongue, letting Yuma tentatively close his hand around it, sliding the wet muscle on his palm.
Black Mist smiled.
“You are dirtier than I thought.”
Yuma screamed when Ninety-six’s let out their own tongue, lapping at the hard nipples and letting them gain a shade of pink.
Yuma couldn't muster understandable words, moving restless and trying to suppress the moanings coming from his throat.
His body was hot, his skin seemed to ache for contact and his waist kept moving by its own accord. He didn't have the mind to control himself, nor to feel ashamed when Ninety-six stopped to laugh.
“I knew you would be a good pet.” They petted sweat covered bangs at the same time as Astral recoiled, using thin tentacles to hold Yuma's arms in place, even though he didn't try to escape.
“Humans have an interesting anatomy.” Ninety-six teased Yuma's stomach with a hand pressing against it, sliding down, past his navel, past his belly, leaving behind a red trail, marking where their nails had passed.
“We didn't have to think a lot, though.” Astral caught the teenager's attention, lowering themself and facing his eyes with just a few inches of distance.
While Astral was between Yuma's arms, resting their hands on his cheeks, Ninety-six was between his legs, resting their hands on his pants.
“Think about what?” Yuma asked in a quiet voice, trying to restrain the moans that threatened to surface every time Black Mist “accidentally” brushed their fingers on his hard flesh.
“About where to lay the eggs.” The blue-skinned alien softly said, not fighting the smile spreading on their lips when Yuma widened his eyes slightly. “You have a place in your belly that is softer than the rest of your body.”
Astral once again moved up, not rushing, giving time to Black Mist to open Yuma's pants and pull the clothes until his thighs, exposing the needy member.
“Cute.” Ninety-six quickly licked it, using their whole tongue to do so, making Yuma throw his head back and scream.
“Inside your intestine, almost where it begins… Seems like an ideal location to place the eggs.” Astral took Black Mist’s position while they returned to Yuma's side. “You will be able to feel them and they will have room to grow.”
“Can you imagine yourself with a huge belly?” Ninety-six laughed before dividing their two tentacles into countless smaller ones, most of them holding Yuma's limbs on place, some others wrapping around his neck and torso, but leaving a path of skin soon to be marked.
The blue-skinned alien also held Yuma's legs, taking their time to create a special tentacle, sprouting from both their thighs and pelvis, its size being reasonable big.
“Wait--” Yuma suddenly said, the pheromone not being able to cloud his fear.
“Call me Astral.” They smiled before wrapping a tentacle around Yuma's member, using the moment to thrust the bigger appendage inside their boy, only letting a small fraction reside in him.
“ASTRAL!” Yuma obediently used their name, screaming and closing his eyes.
More tears gathered around his eyes, and Ninety-six touched his face, approaching his red, warm ear.
“Cry for me.”
Yuma widened his eyes, the tears pooling there running down his cheeks; Astral hadn't moved, but something slicky and cold was pouring in his insides, a liquid that couldn't be coming from anywhere but their tentacle.
“N-Ninety-six--- Astral---” Yuma shakily called for they both, taking deep breathes.
His chest was going up and down in an erratic way, small tears struggling to fall from his pretty, shining eyes.
“Don’t need to be scared, pet.” Black Mist muttered. “This is what you humans would call “love””. Without any previous warning they sank their teeth on Yuma's side, at the same time as Astral stimulated his member.
The human screamed, both from the pain and the pleasure, choking on his own spit and coughing.
Blood was coming out of the little holes Ninety-six’s teeth opened, the sweet liquid that the alien eagerly lapped at.
“Yuma…” Astral whispered, their eyelids closed, their voice light. “You are extremely warm inside… Soft, and welcoming…” They finally looked at their human, offering him a smile. “I want to feel more.”
“Astral!!--” Yuma shouted more for shock than for anything else; he was expecting pain, but the tentacle moved smoothly, sliding deeper into him, creating a friction that sent shivers down his spine.
The strange substance the alien used to lube their own appendage seemed to numb the pain and the discomfort, but it also let his muscles more sensitive than before; Yuma could feel the tentacle traveling in his insides.
Ninety-six watched the human’s facial expressions closely, choosing specific portions of his abdomen to let their teeth mark.
Only by watching him reacting, Black Mist’s hungriness for the boy grew.
“--You are going too deep--” Yuma's voice sounded restrained and he was panting, feeling an odd sensation, a pleasure different from the one sparkling from Astral's ministrations on his hard flesh; it was something seemly animalistic, coming from his very core. A feeling of dangerousness and wanting for more.
“You are very delicate here…” Astral said as an answer, forcing the tentacle to shape as the walls around it. “The need of lubrication is clear.”
But Yuma wasn’t really listening, too focused on Black Mist biting and licking and scratching at his torso while Astral touched the deepest of his body.
“What a good pet you are.” Ninety-six was absently rubbing the tip of their claw on the area where Yuma's heart were. It seemed like a random pattern, but it was actually the two numbers that composed their name. “Will you make those same expressions when it's my turn?”
“What are---Ahhh--W-What---” Yuma groaned and opened his mouth to let the air in. Astral had squirted the liquid again, but this time the tentacle was so deep nestled in him, that he could see a bump forming underneath the skin of his stomach. “--Astral…” Yuma was afraid, probably by seeing such a deformity.
“Shh, it's okay, pet.” Black Mist caressed his forehead, catching some small droplets of sweat there. “You will need to get used to it, though… When you have both mine and Astral's eggs inside you…” With a small laugh, they tasted the sweat using the tip of their tongue.
Astral kept pushing the tentacle inside Yuma, sometimes caressing the walls, sometimes taking a long while before moving on because they wanted to feel. Yuma was extremely warm there, and at every small movement they did, the human answered, being it with a whimper, a small cry, a tear rolling down his face, a soft, meaningless word… It was fascinating watching him.
“This part is smaller…” Astral suddenly said, carefully moving the tentacle in a circular motion, making Yuma groan. “I suppose I can't go further without damaging your organism.” Although they were partially conditioned to create a smaller appendage and progress with the exploration, time was running short.
“W-Wait… What are you going to…” The human suddenly grabbed Black Mist’s tentacle and widened his eyes; Astral was retroceding the tentacle and at the same time leaving behind a trail of that sticky, cool liquid.
Ninety-six knew what was about to happen, and they didn't feel the need of utter any word, only to watch the boy. The way he opened his mouth in a soundless cry the moment Astral started to send an egg through the tentacle.
It was small, round in shape and had some gems carved around it. The shell was malleable, but still a bit hard.
The egg was going through Yuma's insides, travelling and going up, up, up…
Yuma could barely breath.
The dark-skinned alien gave in and let the human move his arms, and they smiled when Yuma's choice was to hug them, holding onto them as if his life depended on it.
“For now, I can only give you one… It would be too risky to increase the number.” Astral stretched a hand and caressed a soft thigh. “But your body will adapt and welcome it, Yuma.” They flashed a small smile. “You will soon carry a part of me and of Black Mist.” They sounded proud and satisfied.
“Are you eager for that, baby?” Ninety-six whispered against the human’s ear.
“--I…” Their boy was having a hard time to think, overwhelmed by all the sensations, of how the egg finally reached the area Astral had choose and, slowly, started to attach itself there.
“How does it feel?” Ninety-six moved away from Yuma, but only for a fraction; they used their free arm to touch the boy’s belly, massaging, feeling themself the small egg freshly laid there.
It took a while until the human could reply.
“--Weird-- W-Weird…” He took a deep breath, forcing Black Mist to return to their previous position, wanting to hug them fully and hide his face on their shoulder.
“Yuma…” Astral muttered softly, still with their tentacle in. “The egg is attached to the wall of your stomach. It will receive the nutrients of your body and it will grow with time.” They once again patted the human’s legs. “You both will create a bond. As you and I will. You will bare your heart to me and to Ninety-six.”
“What are you-- Saying…?” Yuma cried when Astral started to pull out, leaving behind just the bump that was the egg.
They did it slowly, but the human saw himself holding Ninety-six with all his might.
“Soul bonded.” Astral explained briefly, taking their time to retract their appendage, leaving their boy’s body with a wet sound.
Yuma seemed exhausted, covered in sweat and the substance that both aliens released through their tentacles. He finally relaxed the grip on Ninety-six, but it was not enough to let them go.
“Sweetheart, I promise I will make you feel good.” They licked the tip of Yuma's nose. “Trust me.”
Once again, the aliens switched positions, Astral going near Yuma's face while Black Mist stayed between his legs.
“It's a shame you didn't come not even once.” They looked at the soft member; Yuma probably lost all the arousal because of the egg being laid. They clicked their tongue. “Astral didn't do it right.”
Black Mist ignored the other, knowing Astral would be angry, but wouldn't even show it; they restrained themself too much, but it was not like Ninety-six really cared.
“You have a special place, don't you, little love?” They touched Yuma's behinds, groping his ass and making him jump. “A magical place that will make you see stars.” Black Mist showed their pointy teeth before teasing the tender hole that was Yuma's entrance. “It's so wet already. I don't think I will need any lube.”
Ninety-six pushed a finger inside, easily sliding in. Their long claw made it possible to reach deeper.
Yuma moaned and tried to move, but the restraints on his limbs made it nearly impossible.
“Are you liking this? It's so wide that I can fit my whole hand… Such a little whore…” They thrusted another finger, moving both in increasing speed. “You really are warm here, Yuma, it's like you are sucking my fingers in.” A short laugh before Ninety-six opened their mouth and let their tongue extend, reaching for Yuma's flesh, shortening the process of making it hard by lapping at the head.
“Black Mist! W-Wait! Black--!!” The human was feeling overwhelmed, his whole body seemed on fire, the pleasure was speaking louder than the pain or discomfort and Yuma was just not used to it. Everything was too much. Everything was making him dizzy and out of breath.
“Come to me, doll, come to me…” Ninety-six hissed, feeling how the human was contorting and squeezing his inner walls, his toes curling, his mouth opening to a scream, but Astral took the opportunity and kissed Yuma, swallowing the sweet sound.
Astral felt how their boy was tired; his tongue was moving at the alien’s will, following each direction they dictated within the kiss.
“Good boy.” Ninety-six was dipping their hand in the pearly liquid now plastered on their human’s torso. “I am not finished yet, but since you were such an obedient pet, I will make this even more enjoyable to you.”
The alien held Yuma's legs with their hands and bent a little, once again using their tongue, but this time it was to touch the reddened entrance.