Hi~ i go by my main Otome game name, Camille | 28 ♏️| She/Her | I currently run an elite Harem of anime & otome-game husbands. (jk but not really) **18+ MINORS DNI**
Rating: A tad spicier than the spiciest epilogues (Minors/folks under 18 beware).
Description: Cassandra just wants Guy to notice the ribbon in her hair. When he doesn't, her sass ignites a magical passion between them, revealing a thrilling and irresistible desire.
Bound by Desire
Cassandra scurried late into Guy's chambers, her heart racing with anticipation. She touched the satin red ribbon in her hair, a wide grin spreading across her face as she imagined his reaction. Butterflies danced in her stomach, and her fingers fidgeted with the ends of the ribbon, unable to contain her excitement.
“Hello, Guy,” she greeted softly as she settled next to him on the settee.
Guy glanced up from the scroll he was reading and Cassandra's smile faltered as his eyes skimmed over her without a flicker of recognition for the ribbon. “You’re late,” he remarked, his gaze returning to the scroll in hand.
She bit her lip, looking away to hide the dimming sparkle in her eyes. Her fingers twisted the end of the ribbon anxiously as a pang of disappointment settled in her chest. “I’m sorry. I had to stay after class for a supplemental lesson with Roy.”
“And have you made any progress on the levitation spell he assigned you?” he asked, his voice unchanging.
“Yes, today I was able to levitate the feather he gave me,” she replied, hoping for even a hint of praise.
Guy studied Cassandra for a moment before speaking. “I believe I told you not to settle for mere levitation.”
“Isn’t all levitation mere levitation?” she asked, tilting her head slightly more than usual, hoping he would notice the ribbon.
His eyes flicked up to the red ribbon before returning to her face, expression apathetic. “Can you levitate an object that holds some significance for you?”
“Levitate something that holds significance?” Cassandra furrowed her brow at his question, her mind racing to grasp its meaning.
Guy leaned forward with a sigh, the leather of the settee creaking softly. “Choose something that has sentimental value to you and make it levitate,” he said, enunciating each word carefully. “Simple enough.”
Cassandra's face flushed, and she narrowed her eyes at him. “I understand that. But why does it matter whether it is significant to me?”
Guy leaned back against the settee, crossing one leg over the other and draping his arm over the armrest. “It’s a question of willpower. Emotions can interfere when something we hold dear is on the line.” He paused, his gaze locking onto Cassandra with such intensity that it sent a wave of heat rushing to her cheeks. “But perhaps this lesson requires a demonstration rather than an explanation.” He smirked ever so slightly as he stood up, his movements smooth and deliberate, every bit the formal first prince of Avari he was. Offering a hand to help her up, he said, “I want you to choose a small object from among those you treasure and place it on the table over there.” He gestured toward a small table by the window, bathed in the soft afternoon light.
“Alright, fine.” Cassandra hesitated for a moment before removing the red ribbon from her hair and placing it on the table.
Guy’s eyebrow rose slightly before he gestured toward the ribbon with a graceful sweep of his hand. “Make it return to you. It must levitate back and rest around your wrist.” His gaze locked onto hers, an unspoken challenge in his eyes. He enjoyed testing her, pushing her boundaries—it was a way to see her grow, to see her strength.
Cassandra focused on the ribbon, trying to channel her magic into making it levitate. However, the weight of Guy's intense stare bore down on her, and the lingering annoyance that he hadn’t acknowledged the ribbon’s significance gnawed at her concentration. She felt the frustration tighten in her chest, and despite her best efforts, the ribbon remained stubbornly still.
Guy glanced at the ribbon, noting its lack of movement. “That wasn’t your best effort.” The corners of his mouth curled downward in disappointment. “Have you already forgotten how to levitate?”
Cassandra glared at him. “Maybe it’s your fault for getting me all irritated.”
He chuckled, finding amusement in her defiance. It starkly contrasted her usual soft, caring demeanor, and he found it intriguing. “Tch. Is that so?” He moved to stand right next to her, and his presence loomed large, enveloping her senses and making it hard to focus on anything else. “It must also be my fault that you took an hour to come here after class instead of immediately.”
“I told you it was because I had a supplemental lesson with Roy,” she huffed.
He placed his hands on her hips and leaned forward, his face inches from hers. “Then I suppose the lesson ran extra long because you had other things on your mind?”
“The only thing I ever have on my mind is you, Guy.” Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes widening as heat surged to her cheeks, turning them a deep crimson.
A satisfied smirk spread across Guy’s face. He removed his hands from her hips and looked at her with a knowing glint in his eyes. It took all his self-control not to kiss her right then and there. “So you would be willing to give up lessons with Roy if it meant spending all your time with me instead?”
“As if that’s even a question,” she retorted.
A devilish smile formed on his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And if Roy asked you to go to an event with him, you would turn him down and come to me instead?”
“Of course I would!” she exclaimed, her eyes blazing.
He finally allowed himself to move a finger to her chin, lifting it slightly as he gazed into her eyes. “You are mine and no one else’s. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She hesitated for a moment, her eyes twinkling with mischief before a sly smile spread across her lips. “And you are mine. Don’t you forget it!”
His smirk transformed into a genuine chuckle, the sound warm and unexpected. He then placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her closer until their faces were just inches apart. “You’re starting to become bold.”
“Not bold enough, apparently. Did you even notice what I was wearing?”
He raised an eyebrow at the question. His eyes traveled slowly from her neckline, tracing the curve of her form with deliberate attention, lingering on every detail before finally locking onto her gaze once more. The intensity of his scrutiny sent a shiver down her spine. “Of course I noticed.” He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “The red looks exquisite on you.”
“I-I wasn’t talking about my dress.” Her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, her voice faltering.
He smirked once more, unable to resist her charm. His fingers brushed against her chin, tilting her face upward until their eyes locked. "I know you weren’t," he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes. "The ribbon highlights your natural beauty, just as I anticipated." As he spoke, his magic seamlessly retied the ribbon into her hair, each movement deliberate and tender.
Cassandra's heart soared, her pulse quickening. "Really, Guy? You think so?" Her voice was breathless with excitement, eyes wide and hopeful. "And you truly noticed?"
He nodded without breaking eye contact. “I could never miss even the smallest detail when it comes to you.” He reached out a hand, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze lingered on her soft features, each delicate curve and contour captivating him. A warmth spread through his chest—she always had this effect on him, effortlessly breaking through his guarded exterior. Every time he looked at her, it was as if the walls he had built around his heart crumbled, leaving him vulnerable yet deeply content.
Chin still held gently in Guy’s grip, Cassandra leaned in, her lips just centimeters from his. He began to move closer, ready to close the distance, but she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "No, no, no," she said with a teasing smirk. "No kisses for you since you pretended not to notice the ribbon."
He chuckled softly, though a flicker of irritation glinted in his eyes. The frustration gnawed at him, but her cheeky defiance was irresistibly charming—and she looked incredibly alluring. “What a cruel punishment,” he said, his tone playful yet edged with sarcasm. He leaned in again, this time capturing both her wrists in a firm grip.
She gasped in surprise, eyes widening as she felt the sudden restraint.
Guy's grin widened as he moved even closer, his breath mingling with hers. “You know,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble, “if I really wanted to kiss you, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” His hands slid to her wrists, binding them together with a firm yet gentle grip. He raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling with anticipation, waiting for her next move. The thrill of her resistance sent a surge of excitement through him, his heart pounding in response to their teasing game of cat and mouse.
“But you wouldn’t,” she replied, her voice steady as she put on her toughest expression. Guy’s smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He glanced at the top of her head, and she felt the gentle tug as the ribbon began to untie itself, guided by his magic.
Guy chuckled softly at her defiant expression, his eyes locking onto hers. “Oh, you think you know me so well?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. With a flick of his fingers, he used his magic to bind her wrists together with the ribbon. Leaning forward, his lips just millimeters from hers, he watched as Cassandra shivered in anticipation. “Just how far do you expect to take this game?” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and almost a growl. His hands trailed slowly down her arms, and he leaned in even closer, their lips nearly touching.
“What game?” she practically moaned.
The sound she made caused Guy's control to slip. He reached his hands around her back, pulling her flush against him. “I believe it was you who said: ‘I am yours and no one else’s.’ How far do you want me to go to prove that you speak the truth?” He leaned down and kissed her neck, his voice a low whisper against her skin. “How far is too far for you?” His hand drifted lower, fingertips grazing her skin as he gradually lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the smooth curve of her thigh.
She couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped her lips. His name escaped her lips in a breathless whisper.
He smirked at the sound of her breathless gasp, a thrill running through him. Unable to resist, his hands continued their exploration, one wrapping possessively around her hip while the other slowly trailed up her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin. The anticipation of undressing her was almost unbearable.
“Guy, what are you doing?” she gasped, a hint of urgency in her voice. “Jasper might return at any moment!”
A soft, almost mischievous laugh escaped his lips as he leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. “Not for a while, I’m sure. And anyway…” He bit gently at her neck, his voice a seductive whisper. “We can move this to my bedchamber.”
With a fluid motion, he stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. His grip on her remained firm and possessive as he carried her, each step purposeful. Opening the door, he stepped inside the dimly lit bedchamber with Cassandra nestled against him.
Cassandra’s heart pounded, a fiery heat spreading through her core.
Guy kicked the door shut behind them, the sound resonating in the intimate space.
Guy set her down gently in the center of the bed, standing before her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That dress has to go,” he declared, his voice low and commanding. With a flick of his fingers, the ribbon slithered up, binding her wrists to the headboard.
Cassandra’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Where does it have to go?” she asked cheekily.
He let out a low laugh, feeling his own pulse spike with desire. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her lower lip before he spoke, “Anywhere that’s not on you.”
She gasped softly, her lips instinctively seeking his in a passionate kiss.
His arms encircled her, hands sliding down to the small of her back, pulling her impossibly close. He could feel every curve, every inch of her body pressed against him. The kiss was deep, lingering, only breaking when they both needed to catch their breath.
He gazed at her for a few seconds, his breath still heavy. “That dress needs to come off…”
“Yes, you mentioned that, but…” she wriggled her bound hands, “as you can see…my hands are otherwise occupied.”
Guy grinned and circled the bed to stand behind her. With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton the back of her dress, each release revealing more of her smooth skin. As the fabric slipped down, it exposed her shoulders, the cool air causing her to shiver.
He continued, the dress gradually falling away, inch by inch, revealing the curves of her body. His fingers traced the strap that held the dress in place, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it down, exposing the upper swell of her chest.
Leaning in close, he inhaled her scent, a mix of perfume and the natural fragrance of her skin. The intimacy of the moment made her gasp softly, her body trembling under his touch.
Guy's heart pounded as he took in the sight of her. There was something intoxicating about seeing her like this—vulnerable, yet so bold. The way she blushed, the way her body responded to his touch, it all drove him wild with desire. He moved closer, his hands exploring her exposed skin, reveling in the softness beneath his fingers. He could feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, mirroring his own.
With deliberate slowness, he slid the dress down, the fabric whispering against her skin until it pooled beside her on the bed. She was left in a delicate negligee, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. His eyes roved over her body, drinking in every curve, every inch of her.
Cassandra blushed deeply, feeling the intensity of his gaze. She turned her head, wanting to reach out, to pull him close and kiss him, but her hands were bound. Her desire was palpable, her body aching for his touch, but all she could do was wait, her heart racing with anticipation.
Guy noticed her attempt to reach for him and smirked, his eyes trailing up toward her hands still bound to the headrest. Kneeling over her, he let one hand glide across her cheek as he leaned down, close enough to inhale the intoxicating scent of her perfume. His eyes locked onto hers, their intensity making her heart race. “You want to kiss me. I know it,” he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. His smirk widened as his mouth hovered just millimeters from hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Tell me what you need from me.”
She was breathless, the heat between them almost suffocating. “I need…I need…Kiss me, Guy. I want you to kiss me. I want to feel you,” she practically begged, her voice laced with desire.
Hearing her beg ignited a fire within him, and he smiled as his hand slipped into her hair, pulling her closer. Their lips met in an urgent, searing kiss, their mouths moving together in a frenzy of passion. When they finally parted, they were both breathing heavily, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.
“Keep asking like that, and I’ll have you screaming my name,” he whispered, his voice filled with promise and desire.
“I wouldn’t complain,” she replied, breathless and eager.
Guy's grin widened at her response, a wicked idea forming in his mind. “Would you not?” he whispered playfully, pushing her down onto the bed. Straddling her, he leaned down and kissed her neck, trailing soft kisses and gentle bites along her collarbone and down to her shoulder.
She gasped and moaned, her desire growing with each touch. “Guy…I want to see…I want to feel more of you,” she murmured, longing for him to remove his clothing as well.
A devilish grin spread across his face at her request. He nodded, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, tossing it next to her dress. He leaned back, watching her with a mix of desire and amusement. Undoing the buttons on his pants, he slipped off the rest of his clothes, leaving him bare.
Her eyes were fixed on his body, unable to look away. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, noticing how much she trembled with anticipation. His hands traveled across her stomach, down her thighs, each touch sending shivers down her spine.
“Yes, Guy, yes!” she breathed, her desire palpable.
Guy smirked at her reaction, sliding between her legs and pressing his body intimately against hers. The heat between them was electric, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance of desire. His hand trailed down her thigh, the touch teasing and deliberate. “Where do you want me?” he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “You want to see me, feel me, but I know that’s not all. You want something more.” His hand moved higher, stopping at the spot that made her breath hitch, his touch gentle but insistent.
Her breathing quickened, words failing her as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body arching into his touch.
Guy's grip tightened, his breath hot and tantalizing against her ear. “Just wait until you feel what happens next,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. He increased the pace of his movements, pressing his body more firmly against hers, the tension between them reaching a fever pitch.
She moaned his name, the sound a sweet melody to his ears. His smirk deepened at her reaction, his hand moving to caress her face, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Don’t be afraid to scream for me,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. “I want everyone to know who’s giving you so much pleasure. I want them to know who it is that’s making you his.” His hand moved with purpose, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “I want them to know who it is that’s making you this helpless.”
He pressed himself closer, his presence overwhelming. His hand continued to work its magic at her sweet spot, his voice low and heavy, almost a growl as he whispered once more, “Say my name.”
“Guy.”
His breath hitched when she finally gave in, and he bit down softly on her neck. “Say it again.”
"Guy."
He bit even harder, a groan escaping his lips. “Say it like you mean it.”
She met his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Make me.”
His smirk deepened as he leaned even closer, the pressure of his body against hers hard and intense. His whisper was husky, thick with desire. “Make you?” His fingers quickened their pace, sinking deeper into her warmth.
Every nerve in her body tingled from his touch. Despite her hands being tied, she began to rock against his fingers, seeking more of the intense sensation he was giving her.
he sensation of her rocking nearly overwhelmed Guy. His breathing quickened as he leaned over her, their bodies pressed together. His breath was hot against her ear as he reached down to grasp the back of her neck, tilting her head back as he whispered, “Good girl.” His grip tightened, urgency clear in his tone. “Let go for me.”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, tremors taking over her body. “I need you, Guy, now!” Her voice was filled with raw, unfiltered desire, each word a plea for the intimacy she craved.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face as he listened to her urgent cry. The sound of his name, spoken with such need, sent a thrill through him. Leaning in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear, he whispered, “I’m going to make you scream it again.” His words were a dark promise, dripping with desire and intent.
His hands left her neck, one sliding down to grip her thigh with a possessive firmness while the other traced a deliberate path upward, his touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He reveled in the way she reacted to his touch, her body arching and pressing into him. Leaning down, he bit down gently on her shoulder, drawing a gasp from her lips as her body instinctively moved beneath him.
Kneeling between her legs, he positioned himself and pressed his body against hers, their heat merging into a single, intense flame. “Guy!” she cried out, her voice a desperate plea. The name fell from her lips like a prayer, each syllable laced with an urgent need that mirrored his own.
With a low growl, his voice thick with unrestrained passion, he commanded, “Say my name again. Scream it as loud as you can.” His words were a blend of dominance and desire, urging her to let go completely.
He thrust into her with a steady, powerful rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Each movement drew them closer, the connection between them growing stronger with every passing second. “
Their movements became more frantic, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. The intensity built until it was almost unbearable, and then, in a blinding moment of euphoria…
Guy!” she screamed, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure that echoed through the room, her body trembling and convulsing in his arms as they both found their release.
Breathless and spent, he held her close, their bodies still entwined, hearts pounding in unison. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of their shared passion. Guy's arms tightened around her, a silent vow that he would never let her go.
His breath came in heavy, labored gasps, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice still husky with lingering desire. “You screamed my name rather loud, you know.”
Cassandra sighed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “I’d say you earned it.”
Her smile sent a ripple of warmth through him, each curve of her lips stirring something deep within. He couldn’t help but smile back, the connection between them almost palpable. With a subtle flick of his fingers, he used his magic to untie the ribbon from around her wrists, gently taking her hands in his. The soft, tender touch of her skin against his own sent a shiver of contentment through him.
Leaning down, he captured her lips in a kiss that was both soft and filled with love, their connection deepening with every gentle press of their mouths. His hands held hers, fingers entwined in a silent promise of intimacy and affection. The kiss was unhurried, savoring the moment and the closeness they shared.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the space between them. With a playful glint in his eyes and a mischievous laugh, he whispered, “After such an impressive performance, I think we both deserve a treat.”
She laughed softly, a melodious sound that made his heart race. With a playful push, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, sending shivers down his spine. “Aw, what did you have in mind?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear before trailing soft, teasing kisses and gentle bites down his neck to his shoulder.
He bit his lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape. His grip on her tightened, his fingers threading through her hair as he held her close. After a few breathless moments, he managed to speak, his voice a low, seductive groan. “You clearly already know,” he murmured, his hands gliding over her hips and up her back, drawing her even closer before capturing her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a dance of longing and desire.
“I might have a guess,” she whispered between kisses, her breath warm against his skin.
His lips curled into a smile, pulling her even tighter against him, his fingers tracing the curve of her back. “And what’s that?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
“Have you ever heard of an encore?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
His smile widened, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. His hand slid down to rest against her chest, the warmth of her body igniting a fire within him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice low and sultry, “No, but you can show me.” The words were a blend of challenge and desire, his breath hot against her skin, promising that the night was far from over.
Can't Hardly Wait - Ellis Twilight x Reader (Ikemen Villains)
Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader
Prompt: event card
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; piv; reader on top; creampie; overstimulation; no pronouns used (good girl is said)
“Come here,” he whispered breathlessly as he laid down on the bed.
It felt like you were floating on air as you approached the bed; before you knew it, you found yourself at the foot of the bed, gazing down at the handsome man sprawled across the sheets. Ellis sat up, a smile spread upon his luscious lips – lips that you so desperately wanted to kiss – as he lifted his hand towards you. Smiling back at him, you reached out your arm, your hand slipping into his.
He quickly, but gently, tugged on your arm, pulling you down towards the bed, your body slowly falling atop his. Holding your hand, he brought your palm to his cheek; you cupped his cheek, his other hand firm on your hips, your heated core pressing against his body.
“I need you,” he whispered softly.
Your body writhed against his, eager to feel his heat inside you. His eyes half-lidded with lust, he moved one hand to slide your underwear to the side, his other hand freeing his erection.
“I can't wait,” he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock along your slit, coating his tip with your arousal, a small tease leaving you wanting for more.
Nodding, you wrapped your hand around his hard shaft, moaning as you guided him towards your entrance.
You couldn't wait either.
Your body shuddered as he slid his cock inside you, a soft groan left your lips, eager to feel him fully inside. His hands returned to your hips, slowly – too slowly – pushing your body down onto his cock inch by pleasurable inch, stretching you as he filled you.
“Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out, his eyes fixed on where your hips were fully flushed against his. Smiling, he returned his gaze to you, staring seductively into your eyes, as he waited for you to adjust to his size.
When you were ready, you rested your palms on his shoulder as your body began rocking against his, your movements slow and shallow. He dug his fingers into your hips, lifting you, then pushing you down onto his cock, his pace gradually increasing.
Your body quickly felt like an inferno, a wildfire blazing, lighting each and every nerve in your body on fire. Your pace quickened even more, Ellis now slamming your body against his, his fingers digging into your skin, your walls squeezing his thick cock on every rough thrust.
You cried out his name, hoping he would grant you your release; as he sat up, your bodies still joined, his cock hitting you deeper than before. You dragged your nails down his back, certain to have left marks, knowing you couldn't hold out much longer like this with his cock kissing your cervix.
“I wanted to kiss you,” he said, his words soft and sultry as he looked right into your eyes.
Not waiting for an answer, he cupped the back of your head with his hand, covering your mouth with his in a deep kiss. His probed open your lips with his tongue, invading your warm mouth until finding your tongue, his thrusts now relentless as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.
Back arched, you broke the kiss, throwing your head back, cries of euphoria filling the air as a fierce orgasm ripped through your body unlike any you've felt before. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you clung to him, your body wracked with rapture and hoping he'd soon join you in this state of bliss.
As if reading your mind, he kissed you again, whispering “not yet,” between kisses enjoying your body squirm as he continued to thrust inside you, holding his release until you were so overstimulated, you couldn't take it anymore.
“Ellis, I….”
“Not yet,” he whispered again. Slowing his pace, he prolonged your painful pleasure for what felt like an eternity. You fell limp against his body, ravished with pleasure and unable to move, you allowed him to manhandle your body like you were a lifeless doll, lifting you up and slamming your hips against his, forcefully impaling you with his hard cock on every stroke.
Waves crashed again, your body rapturous as euphoria filled you once more. Stars danced in your eyes as you gazed at him blissfully. He gazed back at you, drunk on love, as his body began to tremble, his hands firm on your hips as your walls squeezed him, milking his cocks of every drop.
Ellis fell back on the bed, pulling your body atop his, your bodies still joined, neither one of you wanting to waste even a single drop. He soothed you, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with his finger. You stayed there, embraced in his arms, enjoying the sweet silence.
Until he gently rolled you off of him, onto your back. Your eyes wide open, he caged you in his arms, his tall figure looming over you, his cock, pressing against your belly, stiffening.
A/N: My third entry for An Invitation to Crown hosted by @judejazza - this is Part Two to my earlier fic, Cigarettes After Sex.
Pairing: Jude Jazza x f!Reader
Prompt: body worship
Word Count: 1748
Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; reader is female; reader is called 'princess'; oral sex (suitor receiving); come swallowing; piv; explicit language used.
“I’ll do it.”
Everyone turned and looked at you - well, everyone that is but Jude. And Ellis. They weren’t there in the castle when Victor called everyone for this meeting.
“Are you sure about that?” Victor asked, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of hesitation.
“I’m sure,” you replied. You needed something – anything – to get your mind off of Jude and this mission presented the perfect opportunity to do so.
“Well, that’s settled then,” Victor announced with a wide smile and a clap of his hands. “Will, Liam and Alfons will go with you to –”
“She’s not goin’ anywhere. Too dangerous.”
The sound of silence rang loudly through the room as all eyes focused on Jude standing in the doorway. You looked at Jude, whose eyes were focused elsewhere, wondering why he was there. Not daring to hope he was there because maybe, just maybe, he still cared for you.
“She asked to go,” Will stated, his head tilted as he stared back at Jude.
“She’s not goin’,” he repeated slowly, glaring at Will. “I won’t let her see what you're capable of,” he added under his breath, his gaze shifting briefly to you.
Your breath hitched as you locked eyes with Jude. You missed him, far more than you cared to admit. Even momentarily, you could see the storm clouding his amethyst eyes, a storm you wished so desperately to be swept up into.
“To fulfill her job as Fairytale Writer, she needs to see with her own eyes what we do.” Will turned his gaze to you, his smile both mischievous and alluring.
Stop looking at me like that; your smile has no effect on me.
“It’s your choice. You don’t have to listen to him,” Will continued, resting his chin in his hand, blood red nails gently tapping the table.
“You’re not Ellis, you can do what you want.”
A flicker of frustration flashed across Jude’s face as his body visibly tensed. “Go to yer room.” He didn’t speak your name or look your way, but all in the room knew his words were for you.
“What you choose to do next is up to you,” William said.
Your eyes flicked between the two men; really, it was an easy choice for you to make.
*****
“What’s going on, Jude?” you asked, spinning in your spot to face him. Safe in your room and away from watchful eyes, you were finally able to give him a piece of your mind. “You broke it off. You left me. You ignored me for days on end.” You spit each word out, hurling the truth at him, hoping one would strike him and hurt him as much as he hurt you. “Why now do you care what I do?”
“It's dangerous,” was all he said.
“Yeah, you said that already.”
Jude looked away, his gaze unable to meet yours and huffed a small breath. “Didn't want ya to get hurt,” he said softly.
“Jude…”
Your heart ached as you spoke his name; you were right, he still cared.
“”Don’t go gettin’ yer hopes up. I’m still a bad man.”
“You're not a bad man, Jude. You’re a good man, who happens to do some bad things.”
Jude just stared at you, curious to hear what words would next come from your mouth.
“And I accept that. I want to –”
“No more yappin’,” he said, cutting you off. Before you could get another word out, he stepped in front of you. With his face mere inches away from yours, you braced yourself, expecting a barrage of reasons why this wouldn’t work, while staring straight into his eyes.
And then you saw a flicker; it was subtle, but it was there. A softening in his expression as he stared back at you.
You weren’t expecting him to bring his hands to your face and cup your cheeks gently; he surprised you when he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss.
“Jude…” you said softly, pulling away from the kiss in a moment of shock.
“Shuddup,” he whispered, pulling you back in for another kiss. Wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, his fingers reached for the laces of your blouse, your body tingling from his touch.
For the first time in days, you felt alive, his kiss breathing life back into you. Jude was back. And you were in his arms where you belonged.
He pressed his body against yours, his heat radiating as you felt a familiar firmness that stoked a fire in your belly. You pulled away from his kiss, his disappointment expressed in a strangled moan; overcome with desire, you flashed him a grin before you began to unbutton his shirt.
Taking your time undoing his buttons, you let out a small laugh as you swatted his hands away from helping you. There was only one way to make up for lost time together and show him how much you loved him, and that was to drag this out as long as possible.
Fingertips danced across his chest, tracing the lines of even the faintest scars, lingering when you noticed how his breath hitched and his body tensed the further you explored.
With a few quick tugs, you pulled the hem of his shirt free from his waistband to get to the last few buttons. Your grin grew wicked as you sank to your knees to finish your job.
His gaze still upon you, he took your hand in his, and gently, so very gently, placed your hand on the bulge between his legs. Slowly, you traced the outline in his pants, enjoying the sweet, pleasurable sounds he made.
Your gaze lingered on the prominent bulge in his pants. Sighing softly, you brought your hands to his waistband and unbuckled his belt. As your fingers wandered by his waistband, you tilted your chin up and looked into his eyes, waiting for his nod before continuing your exploration. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with desire, as he gazed back at you seductively.
“Princess…”
To hear him finally call you that, his special name for you, was enough to send warm tingles all throughout your body. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, your eyes shifted to the cock in your hand.
Words could never describe how much you loved his cock. How much you loved holding his cock in your hand. How much you loved sliding his cock inside your mouth.
Unable to tear your eyes away from your hand on his cock, you began to stroke his shaft, so softly at first it was almost torture. Your thumb teased his tip – it was soft as velvet, a drop of pre-cum appeared; you could not wait to slide your tongue over it and lick that drop. You stroked your lover, enjoying the weight of his balls cupped in your hand.
He brought his hand to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair. You glanced up at him adoringly, one last time before he guided your head towards his hips. With a smile on your lips, you teased his tip once more, another drop appearing; your tongue darted out, licking it, enjoying its sweetness on your lips. Pumping his cock a few more times, you opened your mouth wide while sliding his length inside.
Dragging your lips up and down his hard shaft, he groaned as he pulled your head closer to his body. Flicking your eyes up to meet his, you loved seeing his face filled with such pleasure. Popping his cock out of your mouth, you wrapped your fingers around him as you placed a trail of kisses along his shaft. You then placed gentle kisses on his balls, taking each one into your mouth.
Wrapping your hair in his hands, he guided your mouth back to his throbbing cock. Sliding it into your mouth, you sucked on him until his length hit the back of your throat. He held your head there firmly as he began to thrust into your mouth roughly. Heat flooded your body as your mouth was filled with his cock.
“Ah, fuck…”
Once he began to tremble, you kept your eyes on his, never wavering, as he shot his load down your throat. Lapping up all his juices, you licked his cock clean as he moaned blissfully, his hand finally letting go of your hair.
He offered his hand to you, helping you stand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eager to see where the night led you.
With the moon shining bright through the windows in your room, Jude guided you towards the bed, shedding the last of your layers on the way there. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you gently fell onto the plush covers. Jude climbed onto the bed, his body straddling yours, a hunger in his eyes that you missed so much.
His mouth fastened to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a trail of biting kisses, his long fingers traveling up your thigh searching for your sweet spot. You let out a lewd sound when he slid a finger inside you, his thumb teasing your clit.
His touch filled you with so much pleasure that when he finally slid his cock inside you, you felt like you might come instantaneously.
Later you could take your time with him, but right now, you just wanted to feel every inch of him inside you as you squeezed his length on each thrust. Dragging your nails down his back, you left light scratches, marking him, claiming him as yours. Enraptured, he claimed you, his mouth sucking sweet marks across your chest.
When your pleasure peaked, it exploded. A warmth filled your body like you never felt before as Jude joined you in a state of rapturous bliss. He collapsed on you, your bodies still joined, your euphoria ephemeral.
He lifted his head and stared at you; the room was silent, so silent you could hear your heart pounding in your chest. He brought his hand to your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.
Jude finally smiled at you, a smile so warm it made you melt.
“I really can’t get rid of ya, now can I?”
“Nope.”
“Even though I’m a bad man who does bad things?”
“Whatever,” you said with a huff of laughter.
He couldn't hide his smile as he pressed a kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest.
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Your face hurts.
Your cheek stings because of how many slaps you've received tonight. You're not exactly sure who it is that's pounding you into the couch, but you might as well take a guess and say it's Jude because of how he was harshly tugging on your hair.
His thrusts are ruthless, his hips slamming into you from behind and making your ass jiggle as he fucks his dick into your poor and abused pussy that's dripping with cum and your juices. You've orgasmed so many times tonight, your clit actually feels like it hurts because of how overstimulated it is. Jude's fingers haven't been slacking one bit, and he was rubbing your clit with such determination, you were starting to wonder if he ever planned on stopping. “Juuude…” You whine his name, feeling tears sting at your eyes because of the continuous overstimulation. “Tsk.. what?” He rasps out behind you.
“I can't take any more….”
"You're a slut so you can." He states simply as he gives your ass a harsh smack that makes you wince in pain.
Ellis opens your mouth to shove his fat cock in, meanwhile you lie down on the edge of the couch, your head feeling all light and fuzzy while your body is left feeling limp. You can’t do anything but focus on breathing while his cock slides into and out of your mouth.
After a few more thrusts into your pussy, you feel Jude slow down and then finally pull out, his cock once again spilling his cum inside of you.
Jude and Roger have completely destroyed your pussy at this point. They've turned you into a cum dumpster after relentlessly pounding into you. Who knows how many times the two of them have filled you with cum tonight? You’ve lost count. You can just feel the stickiness left between your legs now, along with your gaping pussy that still feels stuffed even though Jude pulled out.
“That’s quite the look” You vaguely hear Roger's voice remark, and then you feel someone cupping your breasts. “Isn’t she so pretty?” Ellis sighs in bliss from above you, as his fingers tangle into your hair, slowly pulling your head forward, so he pushes his cock down your throat. "Sweet...take it good girl, you know you can."
He coos at you as he hears you gag, letting out a low groan as he tells you how good you’re making him feel. Tears slowly spill out of your eyes again, and you try not to choke around his cock but the uncomfortable feeling of it hitting the back of your throat has you nearly throwing up.
Eventually, he pulls his cock out of your mouth so that Roger can pull you back up. "There, there. You might feel a bit sore tomorrow, but you're feeling really good right now. Isn't that right?"
You hiccup, feeling Roger's wet tongue lick at the tears on your cheek. He was the second person to try and give you false sense of comfort. If it weren't for him pressing your hand against the bulge in his pants right now, then you might have even thought that this was something you wanted, and not something that was forced on you.
"You poor slut" Jude degrades you as he chuckles at your pathetic state.
"You look so hot like this... Hey, give me your hand to finish me off... I wanna cum." Ellis mumbles, his large hand taking your smaller one and guiding it to his cock. Your hand wraps around his cock, and your other hand momentarily stops stroking Roger. You fist Ellis' cock as best as you can, and your hand job is sloppy at best. You're just too tired to even move your hand so that you can jerk him.
A harsh slap hits your cheek, and you blankly stare at Ellis as you blink for a moment, your brain trying to process that Roger just slapped you. He slaps you again, and this time you let out a little cry as your hand wraps around his dick. You try your best to jerk both him and Ellis off at the same time, but your face is still met with harsh slaps from the two whenever you don't manage to keep up with the pace that they want.
You start crying again. both of your cheeks hurt because of they continued hitting you, and Roger shoves his thick fingers in your mouth, ordering you to suck them. He shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, and you gag around them, spit running down the corners of your mouth because of him.
You wonder when this will be over....
"I don't think we'll ever be done with you." Ellis whispers, affectionately kissing your cheek before whispering your name in a breathy moan as he cums on your fingers.
"Ya have some nerve ordering me around like that. I'm not doing it."
You can almost hear your own heart shatter at his words - but not because you're denied the kiss you asked for, right here, right now - but because of how cold Jude is while refusing you. It's not unlike him to act like that - yet, you feel your lower lip puckering in an involuntary pout. Is it so wrong to ask for a kiss once in a while? That's what couples do! He has no problems initiating kisses but when you do it-
Suddenly Jude grabs you by the arm and drags you in the closest alley. Before you can ask what's happening, your lips collide with his; it's a passionate and rough kiss, but not just because he felt like it - you can sense something else to it, like urgency. When you withdraw Jude looks at you with squinted eyes, a trace of sulking; like you've eaten his dessert.
"Ya thought I could kiss you in the middle of the street just because you don't see people around? Like I could risk some creep seeing the face you're making from their window. Next time make sure you know what you're asking for. Not that I'd necessarily listen to ya."
The last bit makes the trademark smirk bloom on his face, and through the spectrum of emotions he just made you experience you're back at square one.
...Should you tell him that all along you wanted a simple peck on the lips and not a full-blown toe-curling kiss?
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Jude: Some guy you don't even know demanded you to be his maid, and you were about to respond with “yes, understood”.
Jude: … Are you into that kind of stuff? I’m repulsed.
Kate: That’s not true…!
And why were Jude and I bickering again?
It started when a woman happened to bump into me while I was accompanying Jude as a fairy tale writer. She looked like a maid, and accidentally dropped the laundry she was carrying…
The man next to her who appeared to be her master was about to whip her, when I reflexively jumped in to shield her from him. The “deal” I made with the master seemed to have upset Jude.
Kate: I just thought that if I did the laundry, that maid wouldn't have to get hurt.
Jude: You have a strong sense of justice. I’m impressed (sarcastic).
Jude: There was no guarantee that laundry would be the only thing you'd be doing.
Kate: We can’t make sure of that anymore, though…
Before I could even nod, the master who said to me “if you shield her, you’ll be a maid and wash the dirty laundry” turned pale and ran away the moment he saw Jude.
Kate: It’s not always you see people turn pale at the mere sight of someone’s face. … Until that face was yours.
Jude: But thanks to that bastard, you don’t have to become a maid anymore, isn’t it?
Kate: What?
Jude: Are you going to leave your debt unpaid?
Kate: …!?
My body instantly grew tense like a reflexive reaction.
I was way too familiar with the weight of the words “indebted to Jude”.
Kate: … I- I’ll treat you to lunch as a thank you.
Jude: I don't want that.
Jude rejected my offer and stared down at me with predatory eyes.
Jude: A debt, huh… ah, that’s right.
His thin lips lifted into a sinister smile.
Jude: How about becoming my personal maid as a way to repay your debt? If you can do that for some stranger, you can do the same for me, yes?
Jude: I’ll show you just what it means to be in a contract of absolute obedience.
…
Jude: What? I can’t hear you. Say it again.
Kate: … Ggh.
Jude: If you don’t say it louder, I’ll stuff a cloth in that useless mouth of yours. You better do your best.
I was with Jude in one of his trading company’s warehouses, where I trembled with fury at his degrading comments.
Kate: … I will obey your every word, Master.
Jude: Sit.
Kate: … Huh?
Jude: Didn’t you just say you’ll obey me? Sit.
Sitting on a crate, Jude hurled heartless and shameful commands at me, and I gritted my teeth while obeying every one of them.
A shiver ran through my skin as I sat on the chilly warehouse floor.
Kate: … Rather than a maid, I feel like a dog.
Jude: You’ll obey my every command, so that makes you no different from a dog.
Jude stood and carelessly stepped on the hem of my long skirt with his fancy black shoes.
(I won’t be able to stand up quickly like this—)
Jude: Shall I rip these clothes off, put a collar on you, and take you on a walk?
Kate: A- Absolutely not…
Jude: Can a dog talk back to its master?
Jude: If you’re not willing to obey me, then you don't need this mouth.
He reached out to cover my mouth with his large hand, and I immediately apologised.
Kate: I- I understand. I was too thoughtless, I’ll reflect deeply on my actions…!
Jude: Oh, really? I’ll forgive you if you get on all fours and bark for me.
Kate: … gah 😖.
My face turned red in embarrassment from that humiliating command.
(...... I’ll even toss my pride into the sewers if it means I can finally put an end to this.)
I unwillingly got on all fours as ordered while glaring at Jude.
Kate: … ugh… woof.
Jude: Hah, you look like you want to chew your master’s head off.
Jude: … I like that defiant look in your eyes.
Kate: Wha…
Jude: I didn't plan to play around with you but…
Jude: I’m interested in hearing how you scream and cry.
Kate: …!?
He grabbed my arm and before I could process what was happening, he roughly pulled me up and pushed me against a wall.
Both my hands were pinned together against the wall, causing me to be unable to resist.
Kate: L- Let go… — ah!
My body jolted as he pushed his leg in between my legs.
(Are you kidding me right now, no way, is he serious?)
Jude: …
Jude stared coldly down at me with an unreadable expression.
Kate: N… No… ah
I struggled and tried to escape, and a sweet numbing sensation ran through my body when Jude’s knee rubbed against the spot between my legs it was touching.
My head turned into a mess, filled with feelings of fear, frustration, and shame.
Jude: … What are you so worked up for? I barely moved.
Kate: Move… please move your leg away…
Jude: Getting yourself off using your master’s body? You fail as a maid.
Kate: That’s not…!
Jude: How about you deal with this by yourself as punishment?
(... You’re the worst!)
His whispering in my ear sent shivers through my spine, my legs felt like they were about to give way.
Jude: If you saw another woman being treated the same way you are right now, what would you do?
Kate: …!? Of course I’d call for help…
Jude: Tch… you’re a real idiot.
His cold gaze didn’t look like he was mocking me, but rather he looked angry.
Jude: You’re supposed to answer “I’ll ignore it”. You didn't learn your lesson at all.
Kate: Wah—!?
He pressed his leg harder against me.
The sensation it made between my legs caused a noise to escape my mouth involuntarily.
(I- I can't believe I just made that noise…)
Jude: How do you expect to “help” someone with that weak little body of yours?
Jude let go and I fell to the ground, turning red in humiliation.
Jude: If you want to keep hanging around me, then drop all that sort of lip service and virtuous thinking.
Kate: …!
Jude: If you can’t do that, then just make up some bullshit excuse for the mission and go back to sleeping curled up in the castle, Princess.
I stabilised my ragged breathing and bit my lip.
(... Jude is warning me.)
(I can’t do that… I can’t abandon my ideals and my mission.)
(Also… why does he have to resort to such dehumanising methods to give me a reality check?)
(I… I want to understand him.)
I took a deep breath to pull myself together and faced Jude directly.
Kate: I choose neither option.
Jude: … Looks like I should've shut your mouth after all.
Jude muttered those words of displeasure and left the warehouse.
And I dragged my aching knees and body after him—.
'I Want To Know Every Inch Of You' Collection Event
Ellis Twilight
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I was asked by Victor to take the body measurements of the members of Crown for health management purposes and examination—.
The first person I went to was Ellis because he was the easiest to request the favour from, and I was right.
He was very cooperative, and so I was able to quickly take his body measurements.
Kate: Thank you for cooperating, Ellis. I’m done measuring your upper body.
Ellis: That’s great. By the way, Kate, there’s something that's been bothering me…
Ellis: Can you lend me your hand for a little while?
Kate: …? Sure, here you go.
As I wondered what Ellis was going to do, his hand overlapped with mine—
Ellis guided my hand to his chest that was exposed for me to measure… and placed it against his bare skin.
Ellis: … You’re welcome to touch my body if you’re interested in it.
Kate: Huh!? W-Why…
Ellis: Because I noticed that you kept staring at my chest while measuring it… or was I mistaken?
Kate: You’re… not.
Ellis appeared to have a slender build with his clothes on, but when he removed them, his body was surprisingly manly—
While earnestly taking his measurements, I couldn't help admiring his thick chest and defined abdominal muscles.
(I was pretending to be calm, but he caught me… This is embarrassing…)
Ellis: Go ahead, you can touch me as much as you like.
Kate: E-Even if you say to go ahead…
Kate: Wow, amazing…!
(But I still think that letting someone touch your skin is something to be more reluctant about…)
(Is Ellis used to being touched…?)
It was a brief moment of enjoyment. My heart started fluttering at how defenceless Ellis was as he let me touch him unhesitatingly.
Ellis: What’s the matter?
Kate: Do you… let anyone do this as long as they ask to?
I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth.
I knew that Ellis was kind towards everyone, and yet my words sounded like I was reproaching him.
Ellis: …
Ellis: … It’s okay. I’ve never done anything that will worry you.
His response was vague, it seemed like he was answering my question but at the same time not really.
I noticed that he paused before responding.
(What sort of things would “worry me”? I was only kind of wondering if he had let people touch him…)
These little things Ellis said and did left an uneasy feeling in my heart, like sediments that had yet to settle down.
(I don’t have a reason to be feeling this way, so why am I…)
Ellis: If you’re still bothered by it… do you want to touch somewhere else?
Ellis: … This place is somewhere I really have never let anyone see or touch.
Ellis: It’s special for you, Kate.
Kate: Wha…
Ellis pulled my hand again.
The hand that had been touching his chest moved down his abdomen and stopped at… his waist.
Kate: Ellis…?
Ellis: Here, no one has ever touched me here and below.
Kate: U-Uhm… normally, this isn’t somewhere you should let just anyone touch, you know?
Ellis: What do you want to do, Kate?
Ellis: I want you to do what you want, instead of what’s considered normal or commonly done.
Ellis: I’m always thinking about how to make you happy.
Even though that was how Ellis felt about everyone, I was the only person in his eyes right now.
Kate: I…
(... If there’s anywhere on Ellis’ body that only I’m allowed to touch, then I want to touch it.)
The word “special” sounded so sweet to hear, it made me forget all about my previous response.
Ellis: … Do as you like.
At last, I gave him a small nod.
Ellis: We can take it slow. Let’s start with… the first joint of your fingers.
Was Ellis pulling my hand or was I doing it on my own? I didn't know that anymore.
It felt like a dream, like I was outside of reality, my fingers went under his bottoms.
Ellis: The second joint…
My fingers advancing into his bottoms felt his rough skin. It was hot and moist.
Ellis: Mm. … Fufu, got to the base of your fingers already?
Ellis smiled like a mischievous child who had played a succession prank.
Despite his innocence, it felt like I was doing something wrong… it scared me.
Kate: Um, I…
I came back to my senses and withdrew my fingers, lightly grazing against Ellis’ deepest part. (ahem)
Ellis: Nngh…
(...!)
Ellis: Sorry… I made a weird noise because it tickles.
Kate: I-It’s fine…
The small noise Ellis made was stuck in my ears.
(I’m the only one who can touch him here…)
(Was that cute noise he made just now only for me?)
I couldn't get it out of my mind, I wanted to touch him and hear it again.
(But if I go any further…)
Ellis: … If it’s good with you, touch me more.
Ellis took my hesitant hand and let me touch it again through his bottoms.
The part I touched was hot and needy, I gasped.
Ellis: Because it became like this… I want you to help me.
Kate: B-But… I’m in the middle of… taking your body measurements…
I remembered what the initial purpose of me being there was, and spoke in a voice that trailed off.
Ellis: Then… can you check here with your hands too? It won’t be a problem if it's for measuring, right?
Kate: … G-Got it.
(This is just an additional part of body measurements, just in case…)
Like a butterfly drawn to sweet flower nectar, I slid my hands under his bottoms again.
Ellis: … Haah…
I watched him while stroking it slowly, Ellis let out a hot frustrated sigh.
Ellis: K-Kate…
(... I’m strange. I can’t stop watching him.)
He looked so lovely and adorable losing his composure because of my hand, I wanted to see even more of it.
Driven by an urge to keep going, I varied the amount of strength exerted by my fingers to pleasure him.
Ellis: … ggh
Kate: Here…?
Ellis: Nn… so good…
Ellis bucked his hips slowly, rubbing himself against my hand.
It made me happy knowing that I wasn't the only one who wanted it.
(... I want to give him even more pleasure with my hands.)
It started out with only my fingers, so I went on to wrap my entire palm around his shaft and continued pleasuring him.
Ellis: …!
Kate: S-Sorry. Am I using too much force…?
Ellis: No… it's okay, it just feels so good.
Ellis: You can touch it however you like. … My “here” is exclusively for you, Kate.
(Exclusive for me…)
The fog I felt in my heart at the thought of Ellis letting someone else touch him cleared up.
(That’s right… I want to monopolise Ellis. I want him all to myself, and only myself.)
(I don't want to let anyone else see and touch him…)
I finally knew exactly what I was feeling, and so there was only one thing left for me to do.
As long as time permitted, I continued touching Ellis where only I was allowed to, and watched as he took shallow breaths.
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Liam: I heard that chocolates laced with aphrodisiac are popular these days.
One afternoon, Liam was talking about a rumour he heard.
Liam: People are advertising these chocolates as something that can let you know your lover’s truest desires.
Liam: Stuff like what they’re enduring because they love you, or things they haven't been able to say, you know?
Liam: It’s especially used during certain activities done in the bedroom at night… looks like it can enhance the intimacy between lovers.
…
Then one night, I had completely forgotten about that silly rumour I heard.
Ellis: Oh, right. Look at this, Kate.
It was a chilly night. Ellis took out a small box while we were having a casual conversation before bedtime and opened its lid for me to see the contents.
Kate: Are these… heart shaped… chocolates?
Kate: How cute. They look delicious too.
Ellis: These are the chocolates Liam was talking about.
Kate: The ones Liam talked about… no way!
Ellis: Yup, they seem to have been laced with an “aphrodisiac”. I got these from Allie at the tavern.
Ellis: I was told that it’ll be okay if eaten with a lover.
I stared in surprise at how casually Ellis said that.
Kate: So these are the rumoured…
Ellis: Do you want to try them?
Kate: What!?
Ellis: Because you’re a kind person, and… I feel that there are many things between us that can’t be said.
Kate: I don’t think so.
Ellis: … Really?
Ellis tilted his head and peered at me, while I tried hard to think of what I could say to him.
(Things that I can’t say to Ellis… hmm.)
Our relationship was as sweet and close as lovers, but it was also as faint as the twilight before evening turns to night.
Out of fear of our relationship being ruined, I definitely did hold myself back from saying some things, several times.
Ellis: I want to know… the emotions you usually wouldn't show.
Ellis: I’m sure that I can make you even happier if I know what they are.
Kate: That’s why you got the chocolates…?
Ellis: Yeah, that’s right.
(Liam mentioned something about “knowing your lover’s truest desires”.)
(Since these chocolates are laced with an aphrodisiac, eating them would make us feel like… that, right?)
(Ellis is suggesting we eat the chocolates, despite knowing what kind of effect they will have…)
An uneasy feeling slowly crept into my chest.
Kate: Ellis…
“Would you give this chocolate to just anyone if it would make them happy?”
(Will it put him in a tight spot if I ask him that?)
(Will Ellis keep his answer a secret from me if he knows it won’t make me happy…?)
Ellis was always kind and sweet when talking to me, but there was a possibility that he had many unspoken words.
My gaze was drawn to the aphrodisiac-laced chocolates that could reveal “unspeakable things”.
(... If Ellis eats them, maybe he’ll be honest and say those words to me without hesitation.)
I was curious about Ellis’ true feelings, and so I—
Ellis: … I won’t force you. If it’s something you don’t want to do, then I don't want to do it eit— oh.
I picked up a piece of the chocolate and ate half of it.
Kate: Mm… you too, Ellis.
Ellis: … Huh?
Kate: Please eat half too.
There was a hesitant look in Ellis’ eyes.
Kate: I want to know too… the things you “can’t say”.
Ellis: … Mm, got it.
Ellis ate the chocolate I held between my fingertips and savoured the sweetness.
The two of us anticipated what might happen while relishing the chocolate together. However…
Ellis: … It tastes like regular delicious chocolate.
Kate: … Raspberry flavour?
Ellis: Mm, I like this taste.
Kate: … Hehe. Could this be how it sets the mood between lovers?
I couldn’t help relaxing my shoulders and bursting into laughter.
(If I think about it calmly, I just did something quite daring…)
(I’m glad nothing happened.)
For a while, Ellis and I talked about the chocolate while sipping on hot milk.
We talked as we usually would — and it was time for us to return to our rooms after washing the mugs.
(... Hm?)
Kate: Ellis… I have a feeling that my face is very red right now.
Ellis: … I was about to say the same thing. Your face is flushing red, Kate. Are you running a fever?
The moment Ellis touched my forehead with his palm—
Kate: ahh…!?
A wave of pleasure ran through me like an electric current.
(W-What was that…?)
Ellis: Kate, could it be…
(Is this… the effect of the aphrodisiac?)
Kate: Are you also…?
I gently touched Ellis’ cheek.
Ellis: Nn…
Ellis’ shoulders shivered and a noise escaped his lips.
Ellis: … Apparently.
I felt his heated breath on my forehead.
It made me conscious of the heat starting to rise from the pit of my stomach.
(Oh no… the chocolates were the real deal.)
Ellis: … This is just right, let’s give it a shot.
Ellis: Tell me everything you want me to do, even things you normally wouldn’t say to me.
Ellis: I’ll fulfil them and make you happy.
Kate: ah…
Ellis gently ran his fingers down my neck, sending a sweet numbing sensation through my spine and making my legs nearly give way.
Kate: E-Ellis… wait, I…
Ellis: Mm, I’ll wait. I’ll wait till you forget all about your shame and be completely honest with me.
The dishevelled breathing of two people filled the room in the night.
…
Kate: Haa… aah…
Ellis: Haah… are you okay? Do you want some water?
Ellis carried me back to my bed when my legs became too weak to stand.
He sat on a chair a short distance away from the bed, looking after me.
(My body feels hot… the sheets rubbing against my skin is making me feel weird…)
Ellis: Here, have some water. … Fufu… the effect of the chocolate is very strong.
(Ellis is likely feeling the same way too…)
We were under the effect of the same drug and my body felt like it was on fire, yet all Ellis cared about was my wellbeing.
Ellis: … Is there something you want to say?
Ellis: You can say it, Kate. … I want to hear you express your feelings.
Kate: Ellis… if you’d do anything to make someone happy, regardless of who they are…
Kate: Would you eat this chocolate with them…? Even if it's someone you don't want to eat it with?
Ellis: …
Ellis: Is that what you couldn't say to me? You ate the chocolate because you wanted to ask me that?
Ellis: … Why do you want to know that?
Kate: Because…
(I want you to treasure yourself.)
(I don’t want you to do things that'll make you unhappy.)
(Also… maybe I…)
(Maybe I want to hear you say that you are the chocolate “because it’s me”...?)
Realising my feelings made me so embarrassed, my ears were burning.
Ellis: Fufu, you went silent… you can't tell me although you ate chocolate laced with aphrodisiac?
Ellis: I… I’ll say it. I’ll tell you what you wanted to hear so badly that you had to resort to this.
Ellis: If it’ll make someone happy, I’d eat the chocolate.
His response caused a sharp pain in my heart, but the pain was soon soothed by a gentle voice.
Ellis: But I won’t eat it with anyone else.
Ellis: This is what’s been bothering you… right?
Ellis even saw through the reason why I could outright tell him about it, and smiled at me with blushing cheeks.
Kate: Why… why would you go so far just to make me happy?
Ellis: That's because…
The faint smile on Ellis’ face faded away like the last bit of light from the setting sun disappearing in the horizon.
Ellis: Because I like you… I guess.
Ellis: My greatest joy is in making time stop for the person I love when I make them the happiest they’ve ever been.
His voice was calm, gentle, and… gloomy.
(Do you really like me?)
(What was that about stopping time? Why does it make you happy?)
I bit down the urge to fire those questions at him.
(I’m still afraid of knowing the answers.)
(... The claim that those chocolates could let you “know their truest desires” is a big awful lie.)
The aphrodisiac did nothing to make me ask the questions I truly wanted answers to, all it did was fuel the carnal desires intensifying inside of me.
Ellis: Kate, you look like you're having a hard time. … Can I touch you?
Kate: Haa… y-yes…
I shook my head, and Ellis came over to sit on the bed.
Ellis: I’ll make you feel more comfortable. It might be embarrassing if I do it from the front, so…
Ellis had me sit in front of him and lean against him as he hugged me from behind.
Ellis: Haa… okay, I’m going to touch you. … Fufufu, I feel dizzy.
Ellis: Where do you want to be touched now? Your chest? Or… lower?
Kate: Anywhere… you want to touch…
Ellis: … Haah.. you’re sneaky.
Ellis: … Then I’ll touch you here.
Kate: Mmm, aah…
He kissed me on the ear, and my body felt a sweet numbing sensation.
Kate: Is this… what you like…?
Ellis: Nn… I like watching you feel good…
Kate: Nnn…. hnngh.. aah…
I could feel my underwear getting wet from the light kisses he planted on my ears and neck.
He played with the peaks of my breasts through my loosened blouse and corset, but the tingle I felt in the pit of my stomach told me I desired a very specific kind of stimulation.
Kate: Ah… Ellis…
I rubbed my thighs together and heard a shameful wet sound that only heightened my embarrassment.
Ellis: So I have to touch you here… to make you feel less painful?
Ellis slid his hand down my stomach, to my belly button, and lower.
My thighs that were squeezed shut opened up on their own in response to the hand slowly creeping under my skirt.
Kate: Aahh…
Ellis: Haa… it's impressive you put up with this for so long… it must've been painful.
He slipped his hand under my soaked underwear and stroked the wet spot between my legs, as though he were rewarding me for being “good”.
Kate: Aaah… n-no…
After only a few strokes, my body still under the effect of the aphrodisiac easily went into climax.
My head went numb, I felt momentarily relieved of the uncomfortable throbbing feeling that plagued my body.
Kate: Hngg… haaa…
Ellis: Haa… let me see your face, Kate.
Kate: Nn…
Ellis: … Fufu, you look very happy. … Maybe it'll be even better if I can give you more pleasure.
(More…)
His words seemed to instantly reignite the fire deep inside me.
Ellis’ fingers went deeper into my now incredibly needy core.
Ellis: Do you like it when I touch you here?
(Does Ellis really want to touch me? Or is he only doing this because I want to be touched?)
I was afraid to ask, but my heart was dying to know.
Kate: I want you to do what you want… Ellis.
Ellis: What I want…
Ellis: … What should I do?
I felt Ellis’ hot breath behind my ears.
Ellis: I’m starting to get confused… whether this is what you want or what I want… I don't know…
Ellis: That’s… important.
He hesitatingly paused his fingers over my wet nether region.
Kate: Ahh.. ah…
(I'm too needy right now… it’s painful.)
(But… Ellis is in even more pain.)
Ellis: Hey, Kate… say that you want it.
Kate: …
Ellis: … You want it.
The desperation in Ellis’ voice as he tried to get me to beg him made my chest tighten.
(I have a feeling that Ellis is trying to tell me that he wants to be wanted… and he needs a reason to touch me.)
(Is the aphrodisiac making me go crazy?)
Kate: I… I want it…
Ellis: …
Kate: Ah.. ahhh…
He pushed his fingers into me with a lewd wet sound.
A few pumps of his fingers inside me was enough to make my back arch.
The back of my head rubbed against Ellis’ chest, and he kissed me on the forehead.
Kate: Nn… ah…
Ellis: Haa… you're so cute, Kate.
Ellis: Does it feel good? It’s still not enough…
I felt the heat of something warm from Ellis pressing against my behind when he hugged me tight, my insides reflexively tightened around his fingers.
(If Ellis really wants it…)
(If the reason is because I’m special to him…)
For a moment, I almost thought that it would be alright for me to surrender my body to him.
Perhaps, at that moment, I was really happy.
(Don’t think about that now… don’t say it…)
(We don’t know if it’s only because of the aphrodisiac.)
Kate: Ellis… ah, aah… wait, too much… hngg
Ellis: Haah… you’re so lovely, Kate… I want to make you feel even better…
We didn’t understand each other's real desires, I only drowned in the sweet moment of pleasure Ellis gave me—.
…
Ellis: Oh, good morning, Kate.
When I awkwardly walked into the dining room the next morning, Ellis greeted me as usual.
Kate: G- Good… good morning, Ellis.
Ellis: I saw that the bakery had a new item this morning and it looked delicious, so I bought it. Let’s eat it together.
Kate: Okay… wow, it really is delicious.
He sat down next to me and whispered into my ear.
Ellis: I couldn’t ask you yesterday because you fell asleep, but…
Ellis: When we touched each other like last night… how happy were you…?
Kate: …!
There was that gloomy light flickering behind Ellis’ eyes again.
Kate: … When I eat new bread with you… it makes me happy.
Ellis: …
Ellis: Fufu, I see.
Ellis: In that case, I’ll make you happier.
His calm and carefree smile hid that gloomy look away.
(If only… we could bare our hearts to each other without fear someday…)
(Will there come a day when I can finally say that I’m the happiest I've ever been?)
