Contradictions

AN: This is more or less a crack!pairing done on a whim. So if one of the characters is a little OOC, just imagine that she changed a little after her death. :)

Contradictions

The area near the shore of Toluca Lake was the same as on any usual day in Silent Hill. The fog was rolling in; the sky was a cloudy shade of gray. Everything was quiet. The various denizens of Silent Hill were off on their own, doing their own thing. It was generally a perfect day for the place known to most mortals as the Misty Realm.

And Maria was sucking Pyramid Head off.

She was on her knees, knelt before the executioner that was one of Silent Hill’s most feared denizens. The creature’s erect shaft stood out proudly for its mistress, prompting her to suck it like the sweetest delight imaginable.

But there was something different about this occasion from their usual sessions. Standing only a few feet away was Mary Shepherd-Sunderland. Looking positively lively against the bleak background, the demure Mary almost looked out of place against the desolate landscape of the town behind her. The subtle colors she wore stood out wildly against the grays and faded tints of the town.

For a few moments, she simply stood and observed. Watching her double work on the creature who was one of Silent Hill’s most feared executioners, Mary wondered why she continued to come here. Never mind that they were decent ‘people’, sort of. What was it about these two entities that enticed her so thoroughly? She remembered the first time she set foot in this place after James’ judgment.

She wasn’t sure why she had come here. She told herself that it was to see the people who had tormented her husband throughout his trip. But the truth was she wanted to meet them on their own terms.

There was something odd about Maria and Pyramid Head. It was like they were a darker version of Mary and James, when she watched them interact with each other. It was astounding, how easily the town captured their darker sides.

At first she was content to observe them from afar. It wasn’t like she wanted to cause trouble for them, since she knew what they had done to James. But the more she watched them, the more she wanted to meet them.
It was on the fourth day that she decided to approach them.

Maria was difficult to approach. The moment she laid eyes on Mary, her features twisted into a face of rage. She asked viciously what Mary wanted and made it clear she realized that Mary did not belong there. Mary was taken aback at the vitriolic shock in Maria’s tone. But she understood the woman’s resentment. It couldn’t be easy to realize you were made from one man’s private fantasies and the surface characteristics of a woman who had caused that man much grief and suffering. Mary pleaded that she meant them no harm, that she just wanted to know them. Maria’s response couldn’t have been less encouraging.

“Go to hell. You and James can both go to hell. I don’t want to see either of you again,” Maria retorted acerbically.

Again, Mary pleaded to give her a chance. That she knew what Maria had been through and she just wanted to get to know her better.

“You want to know me, huh? Then here,” Maria lifted her leg onto a crate on the ground, revealing her bare sex. “Get to know me,” Maria challenged, certain that Mary wouldn’t go through with the offer.

From that moment, Mary knew what she had to do to get through to Maria.

And so she did.

Maria was shocked when Mary knelt before her. Mary could understand her surprise. She had never done this herself either. Yet she did it. There was something driving her to do this, to cast off her boundaries and embrace a new freedom with her sexuality. She had always wanted to do this, yet never had the courage to ask one of her friends to try it out. She was scared, terrified even, but she went through with it anyway.

For some reason, sex seemed to be the way to soften Maria’s heart. Maybe it was because she was created from James’ fantasies and the part of Mary that longed to be a sexual being despite her illness. Make no mistake, she had a soul of her own, but she was influenced by the thought patterns that went through James and Mary’s heads during those three years. It was the idea the town put into creating her.

Pyramid Head was more difficult to get accustomed to. But once she realized that he wouldn’t harm her, Mary found it easier to accept him. He was dangerous, there was no doubt of that, but he was not some mindless beast going around killing everybody. His actions were directed towards James and James alone. It helped that he was under Maria’s command. He would not harm her unless Maria directed it, and thankfully for Mary’s safety, she seemed to have won Maria over.

His name wasn’t Pyramid Head. But James called him that, and so Mary found it acceptable as well. He didn’t seem to mind. Maria didn’t mind calling him that either, for some bizarre reason. So she figured it was okay.

In time, she even came to lust after him.

She had no idea how that happened, only that the more time she spent with them, the more she grew fond of these unique creations her husband had influenced. They were living flesh and blood beings, like she had once been, and yet they were entirely different existences from her own.

Aware of Mary’s presence, Maria gave Mary a smile that welcomed her to their little playground. Mary smiled back, though she remained standing where she was. Once again, Maria wondered why it was that Mary kept coming here.

It wasn’t that often that she came here. She only came here once every few weeks, and they were alone in between those visits, yet her visits had become a welcome break from their routine. Maria certainly enjoyed having her around, much as that would have made her think the person saying it was crazy some time ago.

She was surprised at how easily she had taken to Pyramid Head. Maria would have expected that Mary would be terrified of the monster, yet she seemed to be drawn to him in the same way Maria was. Not that it lessened her devotion to James in any way; she was just fascinated by what was admittedly a very fascinating creature.

He didn’t have a name. Pyramid Head wasn’t his name, but it seemed an appropriate enough thing to call him. He didn’t seem to mind. Maria watched as Mary regarded Pyramid Head with a look bordering on lust. No doubt the sight of his exposed flesh, and Maria’s subsequent actions, were having an effect on her. Moving to a spot behind Maria, she took a seat to watch the show.

But this time, there was something on her mind besides their session. And it didn’t take much to figure out what it was. Maria could see it in her face.

James. She was thinking about James.

Maria found it amusing how even in death, she was still obsessed with the man who had taken her life. Much like James was still obsessed with her. She could see plainly the torment it was causing her; the urge to go to him that Mary needed to fight against.

She could be with James any time she wanted, if she would only just accept the power the Crimson One had to provide her. But it wasn’t right. James needed to move on, and having Mary there would only confuse him.

At least, that was what Maria thought was Mary’s line of thought. She could rarely understand what was going on in humans’ minds anymore. They made things so complicated, so unnecessarily torturous for no reason. If it were up to her, she would just go there and fuck him.

He was probably there wishing he had fucked that crazy lady before he left town anyway (Angela, wasn’t it?), or maybe just accepted her offer to go with him. She would have loved to have fucked him. As long as he didn’t treat her like Mary, she would be fine with it. And she would show him that she wasn’t Mary, that she could do things for him Mary couldn’t even dream of.

Alas, that was James’ loss. The fool...he’d probably stay single for the rest of his life. Even if he didn’t succumb to his urges and bang that brat he’d taken with her when she was older, he would go the rest of his life without a sex partner, mourning for Mary like she was some kind of goddess. He would move on, yes, and he would get over what he did, but he would never get over the emptiness her death left in his life.

Feeling a twinge of guilt for thinking of Laura like that (it wasn’t her fault she was pissed off at James), Maria concentrated on what she was doing. God, he was so big. Bigger than James was, certainly. Not big enough to be huge and freakish, but enough that she appreciated how well-built he was.

A short distance, Mary was fingering herself, using her right hand to stroke her sex, one hand on her breast as she idly stimulated herself. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she was wearing no underwear under it – there was no need to be modest in this place. The sight made Maria feel something powerful between her legs as she worked on her favorite demon. It motivated her to put on a show, to make more of this than just her pleasuring him. She swallowed his cock with wanton greediness, sucking on it wildly and kissing the hardened member. Her hand held his balls while she sucked on the gorgeous shaft, the other one holding on to his muscular thigh.

Maria pulled back and looked at the upright shaft. His cock was extremely hard by now. He was definitely ready for Mary. Maria smiled to herself. If there was one thing she knew how to do correctly, it was give a good blow job.

She went over to Mary, who by now was looking a little flustered herself. Maria gave her a full-blown kiss, while unbuttoning her shirt with her nimble fingers. She pulled open the shirt and cupped her breasts in her hands. Mary wasn’t wearing a bra, and she massaged the delicate mounds softly under her palms. Mary was still stroking herself, even as she kissed Maria back. Such was her accustoming to this, that she was no longer bothered by doing this in front of someone else. Her tongue mingled with Maria’s with a vigor that belied the innocent image she projected. Not that she was looking particularly innocent at the moment, Maria reflected. She wanted to play around with her, but this was Pyramid Head’s time for pleasure. They would have time for that later.

A slight grumbling sound from behind them alerted them that somebody was getting impatient. Mary and Maria smiled at each other, amused that their ‘man’ was obviously feeling left out. Typical guy. Sharing a resolved look to continue this later, Mary made her way over to Pyramid Head. With no hesitation she took his hardened cock into her mouth. Kneeling before him, she bobbed up and down on his shaft, enclosing the blood-filled organ with her mouth. She sucked the hardened cock with enthusiasm, holding his balls with her hand while the other went down between her legs. She stroked her slippery sex, feeling herself get more aroused as she did so. She was never much for masturbation, but doing it while was bringing someone else off was far more enjoyable than she would’ve expected. She could stroke herself to a full orgasm, but realized she wanted to save that for when she was getting fucked. Having him inside her made it feel that much more incredible.

She felt him tense and decided that was enough preparation. He was going to come soon if she continued doing this. His recovery time was incredible, but he still had to take a few moments to recover from a climax. It was better for him not to have to recover than to interrupt the flow of the session.

She turned around for him, allowing him to take control. The helmeted being pushed her to the ground with a gentle push. With both hands it ripped off her skirt and threw it to the side. Mary winced as she heard the fabric tear. She would have to fix that later. Still, the brunette didn’t retreat from the demon, even as she winced momentarily. This was part of who he was. He meant no ill will by it. Grabbing her hips, the entity guided his member into her entrance.

In one fearsome move, he entered her. There was no gentleness in his effort. He started off as intense as he would be if in the middle of their session. Mary cried out as she felt him penetrate her and then begin pumping into her with that massively thick cock. She gripped the ground tightly as much as she could, grunting from the exertion of having him inside her. Her hips rocked back from his movements, flesh slapping against flesh as he buried himself deep inside her core. He fucked her as hard as he dared to, her breasts swaying in her shirt with every thrust he gave into her. On her hands and needs, Mary barely balanced herself as she rode his erection. He was in control here, and she was just along for the ride.

With her right hand, Mary reached down for her sex to steady herself. At first just cupping the area instinctively, it soon became impossible not to give in to her baser urges. She found herself stroking the delicate folds, rubbing her clit as much as Pyramid Head’s thrusting would allow her to. While he fucked her with an unyielding pace, Mary was stroking herself to a rapidly growing orgasm. She felt the pleasure growing in her core, just waiting to be unleashed by her knowing fingers or Pyramid Head’s incredible cock.

Merely a few feet in front of her, Maria was stroking her own sex, gliding two fingers up and down her clit slowly. Mary wished she could be eating Maria out while she was getting fucked; she loved the taste of going down on her double, despite their overwhelming similarities. But she seemed content enough to watch at the moment, and Pyramid Head wanted her to focus on his efforts now. While she was getting fucked, she felt a digit pressing down on her other entrance. Pyramid Head was using his thumb to penetrate her doubly, readying her for something entirely different from what they were doing. Another finger soon took its place, followed by another, as he pushed into her orifice. Mary shuddered at what he was using for lubrication. Probably his tongue. Unlike human saliva, the fluids Pyramid Head secreted were far more copious and resilient.

Finally he stopped, withdrawing from her sex and pausing. Mary had only the slightest break to take a breather before he placed his member in an entirely different place.

Mary cried out as he pushed into her tight entrance. Her fingers clenched reflexively on the ground as she adjusted to having him inside her. He moved slower this time, gripping her hips tightly as he slowly penetrated her most intimate region. Mary’s face showed a mixture of pain, overwhelming sensations, and just the slightest bit of pleasure as she struggled to accommodate his massive girth. Her hand returned to her sex as she slowly began to rub herself again, trying to supplant the pain with a helping dose of pleasure. Gradually Pyramid Head increased the pace at which he moved into her, until he was steadily moving in and out of her body.

From where she was sitting, Maria marveled at how easily Mary submitted herself to this, and to all their activities, actually. She took it like a trooper, not uttering any of the complaints one would expect from her.

It was amazing. People thought of Mary as this meek little creature who was subservient to her husband and barely had a will of her own. But once she realized she could do, she had unleashed a beast that couldn’t get enough of what they had to offer. It had taken Maria a while to accept her. But once she saw what Mary could do, she quickly got over any lingering resentment toward her. Never mind their rocky past, they had fun together and that was what really mattered.

She was surprised how well she had taken to Pyramid Head. Maria was sure Mary would be intimidated by him, after what he’d done to James. And yet, once she’d gotten past the initial shock, they actually got on pretty well. It helped that Pyramid Head hadn’t killed her on sight. And she had to admit, he was probably curious what Mary was doing here, even if he wouldn’t admit it outright.

It helped that he was made from James’ traits. That gave him a familiarity that Mary could relate to. So what if he had a helmet and was rougher than James ever was? He was James, deep down inside, and so Mary was drawn to him.

Of course, he wasn’t just James’ monster. There was a life essence to him, and that was what made him more than just a construct. It allowed him to act beyond the scope of James’ actions, now that he was long departed from the town. Unbelievable or not, he had a soul to him. As did Maria. They only roamed the Otherworld because they liked to, not because they were confined there.

Maria liked it there. It was calm and peaceful, bereft of the chaos human beings brought to society. And there were actually a lot of spirits to keep them company, contrary to what many people would believe. They were hardly lonely in the town.

And sometimes, someone special dropped by.

Like this spirit, who was currently in a very solid form. Maria watched the coupling in amazement and arousal, almost wishing she were in Mary’s place. But this was Mary’s time to have fun. She would have her fun with him later.

Pyramid Head continued to pump into Mary’s fair-skinned form. By now her gasps had morphed into sounds of pleasure. The pain gradually disappeared, leaving behind only the pleasure of having him ravish her and the feeling of fullness she got from his massive erection. He fucked her as hard as she could stand, causing her to grunt and moan from deep within her throat. She was totally consumed in the experience, her hand working fervently between her legs. So was her lover, riding his more petite partner with an inhuman burst of energy.

Of course, Mary being dead technically, he didn’t have to worry about harming her. He could be as rough as he wanted and repair whatever damage he’d done in the span of a few seconds. But even so, he wasn’t that rough with her. He recognized a distinction between Maria and Mary. Maria liked the pain. She liked getting torn apart on the inside, sexually speaking, letting Mary liked the pain a little, but she much preferred for him to gentle.

Well, as gentle as he could be. He wasn’t James.

Not in that regard.

It was inevitable that they climax soon, given the way that they were going. They were too aroused, too close to completion to hold off any further. Mary was rubbing herself determinedly, until she felt herself at that very brink of orgasm. She stopped her stimulation, letting the climax rise from the thrusts Pyramid Head was giving her. A few hard movements were all it took. Mary spasmed in climax, her eyes closed and her mouth open from sensory overload. Pyramid Head continued to thrust into her for a few more moments, until he felt his own climax arriving soon. At the same time, Maria feverishly increased the pace at which she rubbed her clit, rapidly bringing herself to climax. With a final growl of pleasure, Pyramid Head climaxed inside Mary’s body. Seconds later, Maria went over the edge.

They climaxed together in a duo of unearthly pleasure, while Mary savored the remnants of her own powerful orgasm. They must have looked like something out of a fetishist’s dream; an orgy of innocence and depravity, lust and restraint, and supernatural power in its rawest, darkest form. Mutual masturbation, lesbianism, a depraved kind of intercourse – there was no limit to the things an observer could derive from their position. Fortunately there was no one nearby to disturb their gathering. Pyramid Head let Mary fall from his hands, finally allowing her to ease from his grasp. Mary fell forward to the ground, feeling drained of every ounce of energy. Maria crawled over to her, sitting next to her as Mary pushed herself up on tired arms.

“You all right?” Maria asked, knowing how rough Pyramid Head could get sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m all right,” Mary responded.

“Did you enjoy that?” Maria asked with a smile, recalling Mary’s body encompassing orgasm.

“Yeah,” Mary huffed, breathing hard from the fucking. “I wish James had done this when we were together.”

“Honey, he wouldn’t have done this to you if you paid him with a $100 bill,” Maria scoffed, waving dismissively at Mary. “He would’ve thought you were too fragile; too delicate to have a finger up your ass, never mind his cock.”

Mary nearly rolled her eyes at Maria’s blatant language. But that was Maria – the opposite of Mary in every way. Mary was subtle. Maria was crude. Mary was plain. Maria was sexy.

At least, that was the way it was before. Thankfully, she found she was picking up some of her traits, the more time she spent with Maria. She still loved James and she wasn’t anywhere near the smoldering woman Maria was, but she was much more confident in her sexuality. She was not averse to trying new things, and she never would have approached a man the way she approached Pyramid Head, before this little arrangement.

If James ever saw her again, he would be surprised at the change she had undergone.

It helped that her illness was gone. The disease had definitely had an effect on her confidence while she was still alive. Her illness had made itself known again for those few moments during which she got to comfort James, at the end of his journey, but after that, it completely disappeared again, leaving her free to enjoy the afterlife she’d been granted.

And enjoying it she was. If only she had been as open about sex when she was alive...the fun they could have had before the end.

She wished James could be here to share this with her, but there was no way he would get along with her new ‘friends’. And even if she could convince him they weren’t a threat, he wasn’t going to do anything with her with them being nearby. He might accept them as being non-threatening, but there was no way he would fuck her with the Pyramid Head watching nearby.

“I’ve got to go,” Mary said, wondering how long she’d been here. She couldn’t spend too much time in here. There was a limit as to the time she was allotted to spend in other realms beside her ‘home’.

“Aww. Are you sure you can’t stay any longer?” Maria asked.
Mary looked reluctant. “I don’t know…” she said uncertainly. Maria gave her a pleading look that warmed her heartstrings, and other body parts, but rules were rules.

Maria smiled at her. “Do you want to go skinny dipping in Lake Toluca?” she said with an air of mischief.

The brunette woman looked down shyly. “Well…” Mary considered that. She really needed to go, but on the other hand, it wasn’t like she was going to spend a lot of time here. They had already gotten the main activity out of the way that she came for. She looked over at Pyramid Head. He was already naked, sort of, and it wouldn’t take long for her to lose her clothes. Besides, they could use a bath after this. Plus, they were already close to the lake in the first place. “Sure, why not?” she said, giving Maria a smile even as she blushed. They would wait a while longer for her return back home.

Maria smiled with the grin of a cat that ate the canary. It was fun having Mary around.

Who would’ve thought she’d ever say that?

Gathering themselves and dusting off their clothes, the trio of individuals headed towards the lake. They made an odd group, the two women walking side by side while the pyramid headed creature followed them dutifully at a slightly farther distance.

Perhaps he was not as unaware of their strangeness as they thought.