The people behind the latest project Sylus has chosen to invest in, some self-assured old-money pricks, have decided today is the perfect day to test his patience and arrive at his penthouse uninvited for an 'urgent crisis' meeting that apparently their entire team of overpaid experts can't tackle.
They are shown into his study, the space all dark oak and scented with lavender diffusers, lined with cases of books that are probably thought lost to the world. And right there in the middle, basking in the afternoon sun peeking from the window, curled on your side with a body pillow and sleeping away like a cat, is you.
Sylus's woman. His wife.
His very pregnant wife.
The one who had retreated from public events a few months ago for 'unknown' reasons.
Your one hand is tucked beneath your cheek, fingers loosely curled against the plush cushion. The other hand rests protectively over the full, taut curve of your belly, palm splayed wide as if protecting the life within even in the depths of sleep. Every now and then, your fingers twitch slightly- a subconscious, maternal reflex- pressing just a little firmer against the stretched fabric of your nightgown now visible thanks to the cashmere throw having slipped and pooled at your waist.
A trolley of assorted beverages- a sweating pitcher of lemon-infused water, a porcelain teapot still holding a faint curl of steam, a small glass of chilled milk- sits beside you alongside a haphazard stack of well-worn books, their spines cracked from repeated readings. Your hair spills over the arm of the couch in glossy waves, catching the afternoon light until it glints like spun silk. A few rebellious strands cling to the corner of your parted lips, stirring faintly with each slow, languid exhale.
A faint sheen of warmth glistens at your temples and the delicate column of your neck, the natural heat of pregnancy lending you an ethereal, almost otherworldly glow. The sunlight pools in the hollow of your throat, traces the delicate curve of your collarbone, and illuminates the fine, nearly invisible veins beneath your delicate skin.
Amidst the soft, sultry jazz wafting through the air, you look nothing short of an art piece- a Renaissance painting brought to life, depicting the very epitome of domestic bliss. Your breathing is slow, even, the gentle rise and fall of your chest a hypnotic rhythm beneath the thin silk, your heart beating peacefully and soft snores leaving your lips.
You are luminous. Radiant. Almost unfairly beautiful in a way that feels private and forbidden- as if the men in this room have stumbled upon a goddess in her sacred bower, never meant for their mortal eyes.
Even in stillness, there is a weight to your presence- a quiet, gravitational pull that makes the room feel smaller, more sacred.
And they make the mistake of staring a beat too long.
“Stare any longer and I’ll have to take your eyes out.”
They jump and turn as Sylus steps in, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up and a scowl plastered on his face.
"Our apologies-"
"I do not require them. Take a seat."
He pays them no mind as he makes his way to you, stopping beside the couch and adjusting your throw to cover you properly. Long fingers brush a strand of hair from your cheek with unexpected gentleness, then smooth it back over the curve of your shoulder. You make a soft, sleepy hum, nuzzling into his touch without fully waking, recognising his familiar touch even in your deep sleep. A small, private smirk touches the corner of his mouth- possessive, almost tender- before it vanishes.
You were already having trouble sleeping, and now these idiots had to come and disturb you in your home, Sylus thinks bitterly before straightening up and walking to the wide desk that faces the couch, dropping into the high-backed chair with the casual authority and irritation of a dragon provoked and at the brink of his patience. But at least from here, he has a perfect view of your sleeping form.
Exactly how he wants it.
His red eyes fix on the very unwelcome guests. "Let us begin then."
But they are too distracted by your presence, and one of them is foolish enough to open his mouth. "Mr. Sylus, don't you think we should move the Mrs-"
"May I remind you," his eyes narrow "that you have barged into my home unannounced, like an ill-mannered heathen, and now have the nerve to order my wife around in her own house?"
"I simply meant-"
"You perceive my wife way too much for my liking. Perhaps you are unaware of what happens to the ones who set their eyes on a Qin woman."
The room goes still. The kind of stillness that precedes a storm- the air thick and heavy, charged with something dangerous that makes them shift uncomfortably in their twenty-thousand-dollar suits.
You would have to be living under rock to not know the reputation the men of Qin family carried of being dangerously unhinged when it came to their wives.
The other person- a silver-haired man with the sort of face that's used to being listened to- has the good sense to look down apologetic. “He meant no offense, Mr. Sylus. We are merely... concerned. The project requires your immediate attention and-"
"Get on with what you wished to discuss." Sylus interrupts his rambling. "I would rather have you all out as soon as possible."
The men, knowing better than to test his patience and end up with his pistol in their mouths, begin the meeting, with you sleeping away peacefully on the antique couch being the sole presence keeping the Onychinus head from losing his cool.
Ship: Incubus!Sylus x Nun!Reader x Priest!Zayne
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ Content Ahead, AFAB!Reader, No Y/N, 2nd Person, Use of Sister as in the Nun way not the Sibling way
Content Warnings: religious guilt, shame and self hatred, shapeshifting Sylus, dubious consent, slight coercion, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, corruption, threesome m-m-f, p-in-v sex, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, loss of virginity, overstimulation, creampies
Word Count: 12.5k
A/N: This is my first Love and Deepspace fanfic! I'm very happy with how it came out and I hope you all enjoy it as well! Thank you so much to my beta readers @swiminthunder and @azure-nevermore. Without them, this fic would be a grammatical mess
Taglist: @salbeitraeume @luvinbloom @stuck-in-deepspace @xlinxsworld @vanaaa @nightlyrayne
Cross Posted to AO3
You admired Father Zayne; felt respect towards him that you had seldom experienced before. He was well spoken and commanding, he took great pride in his work, and he made extraneous efforts to help his community. He wanted everyone to feel at home in the Lord’s flock, and even if his face stayed relatively stoic, you saw him for the caring man he was. Ever since he filled in for Father William after his unfortunate passing, you haven’t been able to focus on anything but him. He is well- spoken, and every service radiates the passion he has for his work. Nuns, priests, and churchgoers alike respect Father Zayne. You’ve even caught a couple of young women whispering about how handsome he is. Of course you playfully told them to keep their admirations to themselves lest someone hear. Though you had very little room to scold them for their proclivities.
While the members of your congregation are focused on the holy word that Father Zayne is preaching, all you can focus on is the man himself. His sharp features, angled nose, soft cupid’s bow, and intense gaze could put any angelic statue to shame. His hands, though often covered by pure white gloves, are deliciously veiny and large. The small bit of skin you are able to glimpse at through his vestments make you flustered in a way you’ve never experienced. You feel disgusted by your behavior; you are in a holy place, under the Lord’s roof, and yet you have such impure thoughts. Lusting over the man who is the town’s holy beacon while you have taken an oath to the Lord. You pray every night to rid yourself of these unclean thoughts, doing everything in your power to rid yourself of this sin. However, these thoughts that plague you come back stronger every day. It is to the point that you wonder if you should avoid Father Zayne unless you absolutely have to. Being in his presence alone feels like temptation that if you were to indulge in would force you down a path of no return.
You snap out of your thoughts as people around you rise for benediction. You scramble to stand and partake in the final blessing of the service, closing your eyes and allowing Father Zayne’s voice to fall over you.
“...The Lord bless and keep you; The Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you…Go in peace, Lord bless you all, and may you all get home safely.” Father Zayne’s voice echoed throughout the chapel as a choir of ‘amens’ rang in the air. You and your sisters gracefully escorted the members of your congregation to the front of the chapel, wishing them blessed good nights and safe travels.
Even as you spoke with the invigorated members of your church, your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to Father Zayne. You kept sneaking glances at the taller man in his vestments. A part of you felt like a broken record thinking about how handsome he was for another night in a row, but it didn’t make it any less true. As the last of the churchgoers left and your sisters began to trickle back into their dorm rooms for the night, you made your way over to Father Zayne.
“That was a wonderful sermon, Father Zayne, I always look forward to the passion you exude during the gospel,” You praise, trying to tone down how excited you are to be speaking to him yet again. His face remains stoic, but you think you saw a small twitch of a smile creeping up on his lips. You may be imagining things, but you like to hold onto the hope that he enjoyed the praise he was given.
“Thank you, Sister. I hope you have a good night, I must head back to my study before I turn in for the night,” Father Zayne spoke, nodding his head softly as he made his exit. You wave him goodbye and watch him turn the corner out of sight. You always wish you could have longer conversations with him, yearning to talk with him for hours on end, but that would be unbecoming of a nun. Your intentions with speaking with him aren’t entirely pure, after all. The thumping in your chest, the way your cheeks heat up when he’s around, and the way your hands get clammy are all signs of your impurity. Once again, you need to relinquish your sins to the Lord before bed.
The bright gleam of the moon shone throughout the church grounds. You held a lantern in hand as you made your way back to your living quarters. The air was cool but nice, especially against your flushed skin. You folded your sweater closer to your chest, following the dimly lit path of the hallway. Despite walking these halls every single day and night, something appeared different tonight. Almost as if something was watching you. You tried to shake it off and convince yourself you’re just being paranoid, but the weight just wouldn’t leave your shoulders. There were moments you swore you heard footsteps creeping up behind you, only for no one to be around. The feeling only intensified in your stomach as the temperature felt as if it had dropped. Your body shivered as you hurried your pace back to your room. Why did it feel as if the path to your dorm was taking even longer than usual?
“Oh sweetie, you look so pitiful,” A voice echoes out. You snap your head around to follow the voice that calls to you, but you’re met with an empty hallway. A chill runs down your spine and you feel your heart thump in your ears. Surely you weren’t hallucinating a voice speaking to you. What if this was the Lord himself speaking to you, just to call you pitiful? You’re not sure which one would be worse at this moment. After a couple of more moments of silence, you make your way back to your room. Slowly opening the door, you’re met with an empty room, and a sense of relief washes over you. You shut the door behind you and set the lantern onto the bedside table as you sit down on your bed. You kick off your shoes, ready to quell the ache that is pulsating in your feet, when you finally notice a figure standing in front of your door.
“W-Who are you?” You gasp, eyes widening as you look at the otherworldly being up and down. The figure easily towered over you, his body large, muscular and imposing. His facial features were sharp and dangerous, and his crimson eyes intimidated you as if they stared directly into your soul. Messy silver hair hung above his eyes, but all you could focus on were the two dark red horns that sprouted out of his skull.
“A-A demon? What are you doing here?” Your voice stuttered, in complete disbelief that a creature of sin was standing before you in your bedroom, let alone inside the church. Your hands shakily scramble to the rosary around your neck, jutting the copper crucifix towards the man in front of you.
“Sweetie, if that was enough to scorn me, do you really think I would’ve made it this far?” He scoffed, almost offended that you thought a little cross could deter him. Still, you didn’t let go of your hold on the cross despite your hands shaking in his presence. The warm and worn edges of your rosary seemed as if it was the only thing grounding you in this moment. A part of you wondered if you were dreaming, because in what world would a demon be residing in your room?
“I asked you what you’re doing here…What do you want?” You swallow hard trying to maintain any semblance of confidence you could muster. You couldn’t show this creature how weak and terrified you were. The man stepped towards you, looking closer at you as if he was examining you head to toe. You jolt slightly at his sudden movement, but determined to keep your resolve.
“You are shaking like a little kitten with her tail between her legs, yet you are still trying to act tough and bare your fangs.” A small smirk crept up on his lips as a small chuckle left his throat. “How cute.” The man’s tail swished behind him lazily, as if he was simply toying with some prey he had found outside.
“Are you not going to answer me?”
“If you must know, I followed a delicious scent in here.” He leaned closer to you until his face was hovering right above yours, his dark eyes possessing a certain hunger to them. “It beckoned me to come closer…to take a bite.” You pulled away and crawled to the middle of your bed. You didn’t understand what he was getting at, or maybe you didn’t want to admit you had an inkling.
“What are you saying?” Your eyes squinted at him as you pulled your knees to your chest. Sylus looked a bit unamused at your inability to understand.
“Must I spell everything out?” He sighed, shaking his head. He raised his hand towards you and you instinctively closed your eyes, afraid of what he might do next. Surprisingly, he flicks your forehead with his middle finger, earning a small yelp from you. “I’m Sylus. I am an Incubus, a demon that feeds on desires. And you, my dear, are swimming in them.”
A part of you sits in disbelief as you piece together his words. “Desires? Me? I think you’re sorely mistaken.” Sylus taps the tip of his beautifully chiselled nose and smirks.
“I think not. My nose never lies.”
“Well, it did this time!” You snap. Your face grows red as you lose your composure, but Sylus seems unaffected by the sudden outburst.
“If my nose suddenly went faulty, I might be in trouble,” He chuckled, crawling onto the bed closer to you. “You got defensive awfully fast…I believe there’s some feelings you have yet to come to terms with, Sister.” The demon gently touched your cheek with his fingers, his long nails trailing down to your throat.
“D-Don’t call me that. Your unholy mouth shall not refer to me by my name, or Sister. In fact, I think you need to leave.” Slapping his hand away, you scoot further back towards the headboard, keeping your rosary jutted out towards him. You weren’t going to relinquish your guard just yet.
This was nothing new to Sylus. Most humans were appalled at his arrival every time unless they were truly debaucherous. He rarely encountered a human that didn’t fight his very presence, but they always caved eventually.
“I’m not leaving until I have gotten my fill. You wouldn’t kick out a starving puppy would you, Kitten?” Your mouth hung agape as he laid onto your bed, lounging like he wasn’t an intruder in your bedchambers.
“It is a good thing that you are not a starving puppy. Besides, you will starve here as well. There’s nothing for you to feed on here, so please go elsewhere.” Despite how confident you try to sound, your voice wavers a bit at the end. Either way, he does not seem to be budging.
“As much as I would love to leave, Kitten, I do not have the strength to. I followed my nose here in order to feed but that took the last of my energy.” Your eyes watched his tail lazily swish behind him before flopping over like a limping flower as he spoke. A part of you knew not to believe such a farce of a story, he looked well put together, not like a demon starving for his next meal. You could not see any traces of dark circles, sunken cheeks, or frail limbs on him. In fact, his muscles were deliciously well defined, his face was strong and handsome, and his eyes were intoxicating and you sensed as if they were already trying to pull you in. As if he could see the wheels in your head turning, he spoke up.
“Usually I can leave undetected, but with an empty stomach, I cannot guarantee I won’t be seen leaving your room. And how do you suppose you would explain an incubus to your fellow nuns?” The thought terrified you and sent ice through your veins. Imagining waking up the next morning and escorting a sex pest out of your room through the halls of a holy sanctuary. Your fellow Sisters would croak, and Father Zayne…He would look at you with such disgust. He would discover the lustful thoughts you have about him, how you wish every day would come true and pray every night to go away. He would see you as unclean and filthy, and he would wonder why someone like you would even have been able to take an oath to begin with. Everything you’ve worked hard for in the past 4 years would all be for naught.
After a couple minutes of silently spiraling, you clear your throat to speak. “I cannot…indulge in the ways you need to be fed…But are there ways to feed you enough to where you can get enough strength to leave?”
“There aren’t.” You were afraid of that answer. To be honest, this was all making your head swim in directions you weren’t prepared for. It all made you feel trapped; if you let him stay then you ran the risk of being caught with a demon in your dorm, cast aside for being unclean and impure. However, if you fed him then wouldn’t you be just as perverse as him? Why must the Lord test you in these ways? Perhaps it truly was a punishment for your behavior as of late.
“I can see your thoughts swirling around, Sister. Perhaps you should sleep on it for the night.” He hummed, poking the spot between your eyebrows.
“I do not wish to sleep unguarded in a room with a sexual deviant.”
“Do not fret. I cannot do anything to you if you do not wish for it. I may be a deviant, but I’m not a monster.” While you could feel a little tension in your body release as he spoke, his words did little to soothe the storm that was swirling inside you. Thoughts of your reputation, plans on what to do if he were discovered, and the occasional thought of how sinfully handsome he looked all amalgamated together into a ferocious cloud in your mind. Frankly, the situation made you exhausted, and as much as you would like to figure out a solution right this second, you need to sleep.
Rubbing your temples, you sighed heavily. “For tonight, you may sleep in here. You must sleep on the floor and do not even ponder the idea of crawling into my bed or else-“
“Or else what, Kitten?”
“You have terrible manners. Did your mother never teach you to not interrupt when someone is speaking?” He shrugged, but motioned for you to continue. You were already exasperated, and the night wasn’t even over. “As I was saying, you must sleep on the floor. During the day, you may stay in here, but if anyone comes into this room, you must hide yourself. I can’t help you leave this place if you are caught. Any questions?”
“May a poor demon have a pillow? The floor is awfully hard, Kitten.” Before he could ask anything else, you tossed a spare pillow towards him.
“Good night. Do not disturb me.” You huff. Sylus did not respond after, only giving you a deep laugh, lying down on the cold floor for the night. He was excited for the game you two were going to play from now on.
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It had been a couple of days since you began harboring an incubus in your room. You were terrified of someone walking into your living quarters in the middle of the day and discovering your awful secret but it seems so far your secret was safe. In your free time, you attempted to do research on him in the library but alas, nothing came up in your search. Scanning through countless books you were unable to even find anything on incubi as well. It seems the Lord really was putting you between a rock and a hard place.
Hiding him in your room was weighing heavy on your conscience, you felt like you were living an even bigger lie than you originally had been dealing with. All you wanted to do was escape this situation unscathed and go back to normalcy but you had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Thankfully, despite his intimidating appearance, you come to realize Sylus was quite nice towards you. On days you would come back to your dorm after being on your feet all day, he would massage your sore feet and ankles. Taking his time to make sure all of the tension in your legs was gone before letting you sleep. He would tell you about what he saw out of the window that day; some days it was birds building a nest in the tree next to your window, others it was the cat that was roaming around the convent. He would make remarks about how plump the little feline is getting due to everyone spoiling him.
You never completely let your guard rest around him, wondering every time he was nice to you if it was just a ploy to defile you. He never pushed, though, which surprised you. You hated to admit it, but Sylus was growing on you a bit, even if you were still wary of him. While scripture had taught you about demons that lead you to temptation, you never expected the one that appeared at your door step would be kind or interested in watching animals outside your bedroom window. It was a very strange feeling, and you weren’t sure what to make of it.
Without realizing it, though, he had gotten you to talk about Father Zayne. It started out as vague mentions here and there of your daily duties, but it quickly evolved into long conversations about your intense admiration for the man. How he was extremely intelligent, a great leader, how his voice made your heart beat out of your chest, and how when he smiled at you you often wondered if you had gone to Heaven somehow. You were embarrassed to say these thoughts out loud; until now, they had been locked deep inside of you. It was freeing in a way to finally get it off your chest, but the heat on your face wouldn’t go away. Sylus said very few words and just let you speak your mind, but a smirk never left his face as you indulged in your feelings.
Long after you went to bed, he watched you carefully, observing the slow rise and fall of your chest. He had finally figured out the source of those desires that you had denied ever having. Even now through “innocent” chatter amongst you two, he could sense the desire you have for this man and how you’ve rebranded it as admiration. He couldn’t help but let out a low laugh, finding you completely and utterly adorable. Perhaps this meal was going to be even more delicious than he had initially planned for.
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It had been a long day of cleaning and organizing with your Sisters, lending your helping hand wherever you could. Thankfully after hours of hard work, you were finally done. As you began to make your way back to your dorm, you were stopped by Sister Simone.
“Ah! Before you head back, do you mind taking these files to Father Zayne? I was heading there but Mother Jenna needs my help.” Despite exhaustion beginning to set in your bones, you agreed. She handed you two large boxes of files, thanking you as she headed in the opposite direction. A part of you was excited to see Father Zayne. You hadn’t crossed his path in a few days, so this was a much welcome addition thrown your way. As you arrived at his office door, you set the boxes down for a moment as you knocked softly on the dark wood.
“Come in.” Zayne’s smooth voice echoed through the door. You opened the door slowly and was immediately met with a sight you weren’t prepared for. Absent were his normal vestments in favor of a white button up, rolled up to his elbows. The shirt fit him well but as he moved, you could see it taut against his chest giving you the faintest hint of how toned he was underneath the fabric. His usual swept back hair was a bit disheveled, and a sheen of sweat and a flush decorated his cheeks. At the tip of his nose sat a pair of wire glasses you never even knew he owned. You already thought he looked very handsome, but this was a completely different aura to him, one that you realized was dangerous to be near. Your heart began to ring in your ears, your hands grew clammy, and all you could do was stare in awe of this man crafted by the Lord himself.
“Is everything alright, Sister?” His voice snapped you out of a trance you didn’t register you were in. You blinked a couple of times, fumbling to get your words out.
“Ah! Y-Yes! Sorry Father, I was asked to drop these file boxes off to you.” You bent down and hoisted the boxes back up. “Where would you like me to put them?”
“Feel free to set them over there, next to that shelf. I will go through them in a moment.” He pointed to a corner of the room, resuming the task of organizing the papers he had in his hand. Placing the box where he said to, you finally took in your surroundings. His office was disheveled as boxes, file folders, papers, and scrolls littered every surface. It seems as if there’s a method to his madness, but you were unsure of what it was. Turning back to Zayne, you could see his brows stuck in a permanent furrow as he intensely read through the papers in his hand.
“Father Zayne…It’s already very late. Are you sure you don’t want to take a break for the night?” The man shook his head and let out a small sigh.
“Unfortunately, if I leave my office in the state that it is in now I will not be able to sleep.”
“Then…may I help you? If you were to do this alone, you will be here until dawn. It will be faster if it is the both of us.” Zayne looked up at you for a moment. He scanned the room around him as if he was pondering on what his next move should be.
“Very well… I appreciate the help, Sister.” With that, the two of you worked in tandem to clean up the storm that had been created in his chambers. While you worked, you both spoke about a variety of topics, such as sermons, events planned during the rest of the year, and the reasons why both of you chose the path of the Lord. You learned that after serving, Zayne had met Father William and that William took him under his wing. He made him realize that life wasn’t just war and bloodshed, but that there could be peace and stability through it all. He spoke of his own admiration for Father William, and the more he spoke you swore, you could see a twinkle in his eye. This was the longest you had ever got to be around Zayne, and you enjoyed your time together. How easy the conversation flowed, how being in each other’s spaces felt…right.
After putting away the final book on Father Zayne’s shelf, the two of you stood back to admire your work.
“I appreciate the help, Sister. It was nice to have some company while I worked.” He looked over at you, and for the first time all night, you’ve got to see his features up close. His mouth twitched up in a small, genuine smile, and his eyes were tired but grateful. You could feel a blush blooming onto your cheeks as you looked away.
“I-It was no trouble at all. I wouldn’t have been able to rest well either, knowing you were working here all night.”
“I will take care of the boxes in the morning. Go get some rest, Sister. And thank you again.” He opened the door for you and walked out behind you. Locking his door, he turned to walk away before stopping. He looked at you once last time and gave a small nod, “Good Night.”
“Good Night, Father Zayne.” And with that, you were now alone. The walk back to your dorm started out at a normal pace, but quickly grew more frantic the closer you got to your room. The heat that had burned your cheeks for the past few hours had crept down to your cunt. Your core throbbed, and your mind was flooded by thoughts of Father Zayne. The sweat glistening on his forehead, his button up stretching against the muscles you had never noticed, the scars that littered his deliciously toned forearms. How would his hands feel if they had traced your chaste body? Would the sweat still glimmer the same on his forehead if he were on top of you? What expressions would he make as the both of you committed the ultimate sin? Your head began to swim, unable to fight between shame and pure unadulterated lust.
Stepping into your dorm room, Sylus quickly sensed the intense arousal oozing out around you. Your pheromones were sickly sweet, desperate to be devoured. “What exciting adventure happened today to get you so worked up, Kitten?” He stepped towards you, and you practically threw yourself into Sylus’ arms. Your body ached and yearned to be touched. Fire coursed through your veins, and an unfamiliar heat lit up in your core. You grasped onto Sylus’ arm, face flushed and breath uneven as you looked into his crimson orbs.
“W-What are you doing to me?” You whispered. He smirked and lifted his hand up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“I’m not doing anything, everything you’re feeling right now…every ache, every fiery sensation…is your body yearning to be touched. You’re yearning to be devoured.” His voice faded into a whisper as he spoke his truth. He had no hand in the overwhelming feelings that were welling up inside of you; he was merely a spectator. “They were here long before I arrived.”
“What do I do about them? I-I’ve never felt this way prior to you...” Your mouth was as dry as cotton as you desperately cling to his arm. A part of you was scared, scared of what you were feeling, scared of what to do about it, and scared of what came after.
“I can help extinguish these flames, but only if you want me to. If you say yes, you’ll be giving up a part of your oath…a part of yourself.” His sultry voice called to you like a siren song as his lips softly caressed your jaw. Without realizing it you let out a small gasp, the small bit of contact making the ache explode in your chest. Your eyes shut as you relished in the small bit of ecstasy. You knew you needed to say no, you needed to stay pure for the Lord, for your faith, for Zayne…but you were running out of reasons to say no to this silver haired seductress. He lied in wait for your consent, you held all the power in this situation…but you never felt more out of control in your whole life.
As you weighed the morality of your options in your head, his lips never left your jaw, painstakingly painting a trail of fire from your ear to your collar bones. Your resolve was quickly melting away, and you were struggling to keep your head on your shoulders. Your eyes fluttered open to see dark hair brush against you, and hazel eyes gazing at you with that familiar hunger.
“Sister…I see how you look at me. How you look away when I meet your gaze. I wish to see more of you, to see expressions that are locked away from others. Please, won’t you grant me this one selfish wish? Won’t you let me help you?” The voice that came out of his mouth was not Sylus’ smooth and seductive tone that you had grown accustomed to, but the soft, professional voice that echoed in the chapel every service. The face that greeted you every morning when you came to do your daily chores. The man you have yearned for every single day now in your bedroom, here to fulfil the one lustful dream that has plagued you.
“Please…” in a way you felt betrayed by your own words. How much longer were you going to keep fighting this feeling, these sinful urges? With your aching words, Zayne immediately got to work, small whimpers left your lips as each article of clothing made its way unceremoniously to the hardwood floor. You covered your eyes with your hands as you laid close to the man of your affections, in nothing but a set of white cotton. Embarrassment crept into your skin, the cool air brushed against your bare skin. He brushed the tips of his fingers along the hem of your bra, tracing the fabric that laid upon your ribs gently.
“May I?” He whispered. You bit your lip softly and nodded. Sliding his hands to your back, he unclasped the back of your bra and slid it off your body. Heat welled up in your face as his piercing gaze focused on your breasts.
“Mmn!” A small whimper slipping its way past your lips as his hands squeezed the plump flesh of your breasts. He fondled them carefully, taking his time in feeling the weight spill into his fingers. He dragged the pad of his thumb along your perky nipples, rubbing small circles on the nub. Each movement of his thumb sent waves of electricity through your body. It was such a simple gesture, yet your body temperature was already heating up.
With a hungry gaze, Zayne leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the soft skin. You didn’t dare look at him, shutting your eyes tightly as you focused on his tongue exploring your tender breasts. His hot breath tickled you as he lapped at your flesh. The sensation of his lips grazed your skin while his tongue claimed you made your head spin.
“Sister…” Zayne’s voice whispered, “Please look at me.” You obediently followed his request and slowly opened your eyes. You moved your hands slowly as Zayne grabbed them gently and pulled them away from your face.
“S-Sylus…This is embarrassing…” You whimpered, averting your gaze a little. You couldn’t handle those strict hazel eyes looking at you, not when you were exposed like this. Not when laid bare with all of your desires on the table.
“I do not appreciate being called another man’s name, Sister.” He said, a small look of irritation tightening his features. “I know you know what my name is, say it.” He ordered. His gaze seared into your skin, his eyes never leaving yours even as you attempted to swallow away the shame that you couldn’t shake off.
“F-Father Zayne…” You uttered.
“Good girl…” He softly smiled, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently. “Now, please watch me Sister. Do not tear your gaze from me.” You nodded softly as he tucked your hands beside you. He quickly nestled himself in between your breasts, taking the other nipple into his mouth and giving it the much needed attention it yearned for. Your other one was not neglected, however, as his fingers flicked and tugged on the protruding buds.
“A-Ah~! Father!” You whined, moving your palms back to your mouth in attempt to muffle any sinful noises that dared to escape your lips. It was only while watching Father Zayne’s hands explore your chest that you realized just how large his hands were. They easily engulfed your chest, massaging the flesh in his palm. He grazed your nipple with his teeth gently, sliding the erect nub between his tongue and teeth. He soon pulled away reluctantly. He loved the idea of spending all night suckling at your breasts until sunrise came, but he was here to feed after all. He craved the arousal that you’ve been oozing since the day he stepped into the convent. He could be roaming the city having a meal every night, but he preferred to work for his food. The harder he worked, the more delicious the bounty in the end. And what could be more delicious than a sexually repressed nun drowning in desires? Now that he has you beneath him, he was ready to finally taste the sweetness that had been teasing him for days now.
His hands travelled from your ribs, to your stomach, to the hem of your underwear that sat firmly on your hips. He thumbed the band of the underwear, looking up at you with silent instruction. Your hips raised slightly to allow Zayne to slide your underwear off with ease. Adding to the list of discarded clothes, he took in your form; memorizing the way your skin flushed with arousal and embarrassment, the small curves of your body, the small tufts of hair that settled between your thighs, and how every touch made you ache for more.
Zayne leaned down and settled himself between your legs, his breath tickling the inside of your thighs. He trailed his fingers along your soft curls, brushing them gently between his digits and spreading open your folds to inspect your eager hole. Once again you wanted to hide away, to crawl into a hole and perish. Every time you sensed the urge to close yourself away, you looked down at Father Zayne’s yearning gaze. You’ve dreamt about him begging to touch you, to taste you, and now you finally have everything you’ve dreamed about handed to you on a silver platter. Sure, it’s not the real him, but you never expected the real him to show up in your bedchambers anyway. You never expected anything from him, not even the greetings he returns when you speak to him every morning. You keep telling yourself you’re happy with the little he gives you, but in this moment, you realize truly how much you crave from this man. He would never stoop so low as to ruin his holiness for a simple nun, and you wouldn’t want him to anyway. If you’re going to cross into the world of sin and debauchery, you want to leave him unscathed.
You snapped out of your thoughts once you sensed something warm pressing against your folds. Looking down, you see Zayne’s tongue lay flat on your lips, licking long strides up your sensitive slit until he flicks your clit with the very tip of his tongue. Your voice hitched and you immediately slap your hands against your mouth once more.
“It’s a shame…I desperately want to hear your moans, but it would be quite the predicament if we were caught.” Zayne sighed, almost disappointed. Nevertheless, he continued lightly teasing your pussy, his tongue carefully mapping out a trail of desire. You slid one of your hands to his hair, startled by just how soft his dark locks were at your fingertips. If you weren’t in the predicament you were in, you could spend all day just running your fingers through his hair. You imagined his head laying on your chest, moving in tandem with the rise and fall of your chest as you played with his hair. Somehow this was more intimate than anything that was to come.
You watched as he snaked his hands around your thighs, squeezing the soft and silky flesh before wrapping his mouth around your core. He began to lap at your cunt like a man starved, devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth. Your hips threatened to lift off of the bed, but he tightened his grip on you to make sure you couldn’t run away. You whimpered and moan against the palm of your hand, terrified of any sound leaking through your fingers as he mercilessly attacked your pussy. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, he began to suckle on your clit messily.
“Ngnn~!” Your voice hitched. Keeping your voice lowered was impossible at this rate, but you had to, or else you would alert the sleeping sisters next door. Panting and moaning into your palm, you tried to steady yourself, but it was almost as if Zayne was doing everything in his power to get you to squeal. He was determined to make you utterly lose control and dive head first into passion and lust. You felt his finger prod your tight hole, slowly pushing inside of you. Your tight walls clamped around him, the foreign protrusion sending shock waves through your body. You wriggled in his tight grip, unable to handle this sudden onslaught of pleasure. You never experienced anything like this, anything so intense, so overstimulating, so addicting.
“Let me in Sister…Let me give you the full extent of pleasure possible.” Zayne gasped, his mouth sticky with your juices. Slowly thrusting his finger inside of you, he looked up at you with pleading eyes to let him in. It was so hard though, you never had anything like his thick finger trying to curl inside of you. It was overwhelming to feel your most sensitive spots being rubbed by his calloused fingers.
“I-I…ngnnn~ I can’t Father!” Your voice flutters, choking the words out between moans.
“Yes, you can. You’re already taking me so well. I know she wants me to fill her up more.” Zayne begged, making his middle finger speed up inside of you. He was enthralled by how you pulsated around him, how your juices dripped into his palm, and how your cunt echoed sloppy wet noises in your room. If you two weren’t condemned to be quiet, he would be relishing every moan you could give him like it was a symphony created for him alone.
Eventually, you were loose enough for Zayne to slip in a second finger, stretching your cunt slightly more but it felt like such a big leap. It wasn’t very large, but you already throbbed like you were filled to the brim. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. Pleasure was pooling in your stomach and you wondered if you were going to burst like a balloon. You gripped his hair harder as he continued to drive you closer and closer to orgasm, earning a groan from Zayne. He took this as his sign to try harder, speeding up his fingers, curling them deep inside and lapping at your clit with a desperation he’s never had previously. Your thighs trembled in his grip and your hips began to grind into his mouth, rutting against him. You were close, and he could feel it. How was he able to somehow press every button to nudge you closer to release? You knew he was a sex demon, but it was unnatural for him to know every single thing that made you tick.
“Z-Zayne I-” You whimpered, fisting his hair and holding his face close to your throbbing cunt. “I feel weird~! I- haah~ I-I! Ngnn!” You moan, your eyes rolling back as your back arches off the bed. The room became blurry as you nearly screamed into the palm of your hand. Unknowingly, you achieved your first orgasm and Sylus was there happily lapping up every drop of juice you bestowed upon him. By the time you regained your senses, the familiar silver haired devil was between your legs, lapping at your cum that drenched his fingers.
“You’re intoxicatingly sweet~” He cooed. “I knew I had a delicious meal waiting for me, and you are by far the most delicious,” Sylus hummed, planting chaste kisses to your inner thighs. His own body was energized and powerful, enjoying the delectable meal that had been given to him. Your sickly sweet essence courses through his veins, a delightful feeling after going hungry for some time.
Your body grew heavy with exhaustion as he cleaned you up, grabbing a rag from your drawer to wipe the mess away from your thighs. You were surprised at how gentle he was, rubbing the cloth on your fevered skin as if you were a delicate piece of glass that would break if he pressed too hard. A startling juxtaposition to the intense actions that just concluded moments ago.
“I…I don’t…” You stuttered, trying to wrap your head around what happened. “What…was that?”
A deep laugh reverberated in Sylus’ chest as he finished wiping your body down and pulling the blanket out from under you. “Congratulations, you experienced your first orgasm. This is the pleasure they warn you about, Kitten, the whole reason they want you to live a life of chastity…If you had intense pleasure like this every day, it’s hard to focus on the word of the Lord, is it not?” You nodded sleepily, not completely registering Sylus’ words. He tucked you in and laid next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Sleep now. You did well, Kitten.” He whispered, his soothing deep voice lulling you to sleep.
The next morning you were quick to try and hide the evidence of your wrongdoings, but you noticed that Sylus had already done the work for you. All except a much needed bath. You kept your head low for the day, head in the clouds as you fought between the shame and guilt you felt for breaking your oath to the Lord and the burning passion that seemed to only ignite further due to last night’s activities. You had been taught your whole life to detest any lustful feelings and thoughts, that they were unholy and unclean. And yet, indulging in them sparked a thrill and a sense of freedom that you had never thought possible. Perhaps that was what made you feel so ashamed in the first place, that you enjoyed it and yearned for more. You should feel more regret for your actions, for walking into the dark side, but Lord, you were invigorated.
You had been standing in place for a while without realizing it, your mind wandering with each thought. You were only brought back to reality with a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and was met with the concerned face of Sister Tara.
“Are you alright? You’ve been standing here for quite some time,” She asked, worry plaguing her features. You smiled softly at her and brushed away any concern.
“Yes I’m quite alright. I just had a bit of trouble sleeping last night,” You uttered, resuming your task of sweeping up the leaves from the courtyard.
“Maybe you should go get some rest? I can take over your duties if you’re not feeling well,” Tara said.
“I appreciate the offer, Sister, but I’m quite alright. I fear I would just be sitting on the bed staring at the ceiling if I were to lie down at this hour.” You chuckled, but your words did little to make Tara feel better.
“Alright…” Sister Tara was unconvinced, but did little to press you further, “If you change your mind, come find me and I will take over for you.” She smiled, making her way back inside. You hated lying to her, she’s always been so sweet to you. The both of you joined the convent at around the same time and have been close since then. It always comforted you to have someone close to you in age here. It helped make you feel less alone and you know that she matched your same thoughts and energy. You wonder how she’d react knowing the reason you didn’t sleep well was because you were having sexual exploits with a demon you have holed up in your living quarters. Poor thing might croak at the revelation.
Despite refusing Tara’s offer, your attention span didn’t get much better. You bumped into the other nuns, stumbled over your own two feet, ran into walls and pillars, and even broke a plate during meal time. You were a complete and utter wreck. It had been years since you were scolded by Mother Jenna but yet here you are, being lectured as if you were a newcomer.
“I’m sorry Mother…” you uttered, unable to meet her intense expression.
“Take this plate and reflect on your actions today. You may get up once everyone has finished their meals.” Jenna ordered, handing you the two largest halves of the broken plate. You nodded obediently and made your way to the corner of the refectory, kneeling with plate in hand and began to pray. You prayed for forgiveness for breaking the plate, for allowing temptation to latch itself into your veins, and indulging in them in a place so sacred. How can you ask for forgiveness for a plate when you have something more heinous looming over your head? You weren’t even sure you deserved it.
At that night’s sermon, you could barely look at Father Zayne as he spoke. Every glance you managed to sneak in just reminded you of the filthy actions you committed the night prior. You couldn’t bear to keep having those thoughts in the Lord’s house, to be filled with lust while sitting in the pews next to your sisters was blasphemous. You opted to just keep your face to the Bible in your hands, pretending to follow along with the scripture. Before you knew it, the service was over and your Sisters were already heading towards the doors to help see everyone off for the night. You put on a brave face and wished everyone safe travels and thanked them for their continued attendance.
Father Zayne had noticed your lack of usual spark and enthusiasm. Without realizing it, he had grown accustomed to you finding him after each service to tell him what you enjoyed about each one. He would notice the light in your eyes as you spoke and the eventual redness that would dust your cheeks as he gave you well wishes for a good night. However, tonight you had barely looked at him during service, and even now, you began to make your way back to your living quarters without so much as even acknowledging his presence. For a man in his position, it would have just been better to leave you alone, but something gnawed at him from deep inside his stomach. Before you were able to leave the chapel completely, he called out to you. “Sister!”
You slowly turned around to face him, the familiar redness on your cheeks still present even as you acted uncharacteristically. He caught up to you and examined your features. Thankfully, you still had color to your face, and he didn’t see any dark circles or hollowed out cheeks. The only thing he could notice was some turbulence that sat behind your eyes, as if your mind had been a storm for quite some time.
“My apologies for calling out to you, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. You don’t seem like yourself right now. Is there anything troubling you, Sister?” He spoke, worry furrowing itself between his brows. You hated making him fret over you or your silly chaotic thoughts, but a part of you couldn’t help but relish in the fact that for once he sought you out and not the other way around. It didn’t help the complicated feelings that circled in your chest.
“I’m quite alright, Father.” You smiled softly, not quite meeting his gaze. “My sleep was a bit perturbed last night so I have felt under the weather. I appreciate you asking about me, but I think I will turn in early for the night.” And with that, you quickly turned to head back to your bedroom.
“Good night.” He managed to choke out as you walked away. It had reached you but you couldn’t react, not now. He wasn’t satisfied with the answer, and he knew he shouldn’t press but, something just wasn’t quite right. He watched you turn the corner out of his sight. He began to turn away himself, but then he noticed a shadow following you. At first he wanted to chalk it up to your own, but the way it moved was unnatural. His jaw tightened as he pondered on what to do, but either way he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
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Back in your room, Sylus lounged on your bed as he perked up a bit at your arrival. His normally bored expression grew relaxed as he watched your frame shuffle into the cramped dorm room.
“There you are, Kitten. I was wondering if you were ever going to make your way back here,” He cooed, his tail swishing behind him. It reminded you of a cat in a way, the way their tails move back and forth when they’re stalking their prey.
“It’s Sister…” you grumbled, sitting down on the bed. He scooted closer to you, arm snaking around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder.
“You look tense…Do you need me to take care of you again?” He planted a chaste kiss to your jaw as his free hand began to roam your torso. You scrunch up your face and nudge his face with your palm.
“You are the reason why I am tense. You’ve ruined everything.” You sigh, continuing your gaze upon the hardwood floor beneath your feet.
“Oh? Do tell,” He hummed, pulling you into his lap. As much as you wanted to yell, to push him off of you and give him a piece of your mind, you don’t have the strength. You were the one who fell into temptation; he was simply just someone who dished it out.
“Before you came here I was living a normal life…I was perfectly content with my life here, with talking with my Sisters…with Father Zayne. Now, I can’t look any of them in the eye. I’m ashamed of what I’ve done, ashamed I’ve let myself be tempted by a demon and let him lounge in my bed as if he’s a pet. I should’ve screamed and fought you when I first saw you…I hate you…” Your voice trails off near the end, not even having the heart to finish your sentence. Sylus remains unfazed by this, nuzzling his face against your cheek.
“Mmm…But you didn’t,” He simply stated. “I think you are coming to terms with the reality that you haven’t been as pure as you thought. That these lustful feelings have been swirling around in you for some time now, and that whether I was here or not, they were going to swallow you up eventually,” Sylus spoke matter of factly, as if he had witnessed this exact scenario a thousand times.
“I feel like I’m being torn apart. I’m plagued by my guilt of betraying the Lord and disgust of letting myself be tainted…but then I’m also wrestling with my thoughts on how good it felt, how free and euphoric my body was all at once. I can’t decide what to do, and it’s troubling me…” You admit, voicing your concerns. It’s strange, confessing your sins to a demon in your bedroom rather than to a priest in a confessional. Your chest was a bit lighter getting this off of your chest but it didn’t solve the situation.
“Who said you have to choose right now? You’re putting so much pressure on yourself to decide, when you can just focus on feeling…” He planted a small kiss on your neck. “I can do all the thinking for you right now.” His whispers were so tempting. His hands slid to the edge of your skirt, sliding his hand ever so slowly up the side of your thigh. You felt like you should fight against this but, remembering the freedom you experienced last night, you didn’t dare. Maybe having a demon do your thinking for you as he fondled your body in every right way wasn’t such a bad idea. Before you could react, the door to your room swung open. You jolted in Sylus’ grip as you realized the unwelcome guest was Father Zayne himself, but, Sylus seemed completely unfazed.
“Father Zayne? What are you doing here?” You gasp, wriggling in Sylus’ grip to make him let you go. However, he seems to only tighten his hold on you, leaving you plastered to him.
“Sister…” The shock in his voice was evident to you. His face scrunched slightly as he examined what was laid out in front of him. He saw the fear and embarrassment in your features, the small tears in your eyes as you attempted to wriggle out of the demon’s grip. As he turned to Sylus, his gaze darkened and anger flooded his senses. “You are not welcome here. Leave at once.”
Sylus continued to remain unaffected by just getting caught. To him, he had no qualms in being caught, he didn’t have years of religious training to keep him on the straight and narrow. He was a creature forged by chaos and lust, determined to create chaos wherever he went. Crosses and scripture written by man had no bearing on him and did not frighten him. If he stood, he would tower over the young priest, and could absolutely crush him in a test of strengths. “Oh no, it seems we’ve been caught. What a shame, I was hoping to have a little bit more fun before someone came and ruined it.”
You continued to struggle in Sylus’ arms, panic settling into your bones as your mind swam. How could you even begin to explain this to the one man you never wanted to find out? That a demon was here because you let him in and had refused to shoo him away this entire time. “F-Father please…I can explain…” Your voice came out more feeble than you were expecting. Terrified of what would happen next, you refused to look up at Zayne. Would he be disgusted? Ashamed? You wouldn’t blame him for reacting that way, heavens know you would if you were in his shoes.
As he watched you struggle in the demon’s arms, he couldn’t help but squeeze his fists and tighten his jaw. After Father William’s passing, he became incredibly lonely, losing the only mentor he had and the only person he had any closeness with. When his duties were passed to him, he of course wanted to do right by the man who brought him up from darkness, but he didn’t expect to find a light in this small church. At first, he was unused to the casual greetings and kindness you showed him, but slowly he began to open up. He noticed the blush that would spread across your face when he was near and how you stuttered more around him. You, however, didn’t notice the soft glances Father Zayne directed towards you. How he would always stop when you called his name, no matter what he was doing. Even if he couldn’t talk long, he would spare the time, no exceptions. Now seeing you enraptured by this incubi made him wonder if he did something wrong. If he didn’t express his gratitude and feelings towards you soon enough that you fell right into the arms of a predator.
“You should be ashamed for attacking an innocent nun, you foul beast. Though I should not expect someone of your standing to have standards.” Zayne spat, his dark expression never leaving Sylus’.
“Innocent? I think our Sister here is a bit less innocent than you may think, Father.” A deep laugh vibrated against your back as Sylus’ free hand roamed up to the hem of your skirt. He gripped the fabric in his fist and ripped it off with ease. Your panties had also been a victim to his brute strength, leaving you bare in front of the man you looked up to. “Kitten, you wound me. Last night you were melting underneath my touch, but tonight, you act as if I am a nuisance. That’s not very nice.” Sylus feigned a wounded tone. Sylus’ large hands held your legs open, exposing your bare cunt to the Zayne. You couldn’t even look up at Zayne, you were humiliated to your core. You tried to use a free hand to cover yourself but it did little to shield your arousal. Zayne’s jaw tightened at the scene before him. He shouldn’t be indulging in this demon’s game, yet here he was, enticed by your hole fluttering around nothing and dripping onto the sheets beneath your bottom. Your feeble attempts to hide it also did not go unnoticed.
Your eyes stayed tightly shut as you attempted to free yourself once more. You couldn’t let Father Zayne be taken down this path of debauchery. If he leaves now, he can pretend he never saw anything, taking plausible deniability. You can leave the convent tonight, run away taking no more casualties and never look back.
“Please Father Zayne…leave…” You whimper, small tears running down your cheeks. Sylus never broke his gaze directed towards Zayne. He watched as the holy man struggled to keep himself composed. His mouth was clenched together tightly, his face and ears were dusted with a pretty pink, and his priestly robes were doing little to hide the growing erection in his pants.
“Father, you are feeling some impure thoughts yourself, are you not?” Sylus hummed, the vibration of his voice tickling your back. He relished in the sweet smell of your and Zayne’s arousal mixing together in the room, working in tandem with one another to create a sickly sweet scent that he was growing obsessed with. Sylus slid one of his hands to your throbbing core, easily sliding his fingers through your slick. You couldn’t hold back a small yelp from slipping past your lips. You wriggled in Sylus’ grip, trying to fight your hips jutting forward as he lazily traced circles around your clit. His fingers barely moved around your plump lips, and already your wetness was echoing in the room for the both of them to hear.
Zayne stood frozen as he watched you become a plaything for Sylus. He focused on Sylus’ fingers swirling around your swollen bud, and your body twitching with every fragment of stimulation. You tried so hard to hold back any moans from escaping your lips, but your body reacted on its own. Every small jerk of your hips, every soft whimper you let out, and the beautiful look on your flushed face fueled his jealousy. He wasn’t angry you were committing an atrocious sin, he was upset because another man was making you feel this way. He should be the one to be making you writhe in ecstasy. “Are you sure you don’t want a taste, Father? I can attest that she’s quite delicious.” He smirked.
Zayne’s resolve finally snapped, hearing about this demon taking a taste for himself felt like the final straw. Moving closer to you he dropped to his knees, shooting a glare to Sylus before inspecting your dripping core. While Sylus’ hands went back to holding you wide open, Zayne’s gloved hands pressed into your inner thighs as he inched his face closer. His hot breath tickled your folds as he examined your glistening pussy up close. Your gaze flew open, you watched as Zayne leaned forward and placed his lips onto your cunt. Did your eyes deceive you? Was this another one of Sylus’ illusions?
“F-Father Zayne what are you-” You squeak, your voice quickly evolving into moans as his tongue dragged along your folds. You threw your body against Sylus’ large chest, gripping his forearm with an iron grip as you watched Zayne carefully. His approach to eating you out was a lot more awkward than Sylus’, but Lord, did it still feel amazing. A part of you kept waiting for you to snap awake and this all be a dream, a terribly horny dream, but it never did. Rather than having some farce imitation please you like the night prior, here was the real man pleasuring you. The real Zayne was between your legs, lapping at your sex with a hunger that you never thought would cross the young priest’s mind.
His thumb snaked up and pressed against your clit as he focused on pushing his tongue into your tight hole. Small groans left his lips every time your hole clenched around his tongue and it only encouraged him to please you more. He was going to be damned if a sex demon could please you better than he could. Your back arched and your hand made its way down to his dark locks, tightening your grip on them as if trying to tether yourself to reality. Sylus focused on nipping and kissing your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of marks without care. He didn’t intervene just yet but still wanted to make his presence known. The mix of pheromones in the room was intoxicating to him, making his body burn with a hunger he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. He knew by the end of the night, he was going to be well fed for many moons to come.
For a moment, Zayne pulled his mouth away and looked up at you. His fingers lazily traced the outside of your hole, watching it twitch and beg to be filled. “Are you feeling alright, Sister?” You shakily nod, only being able to muster out a few whimpers.
“I think our dear Priest deserves a proper answer, don’t you think?” Sylus cupped your jaw and forced you to look at Zayne. “Go on…”
“I-It feels…s-so good!” You pant. “P-Please…don’t stop.”
“Well, don’t keep the lady waiting.” Sylus asserted. Zayne obediently followed his command and slipped two fingers into your throbbing pussy. You yelped in pleasure as you felt them slip inside. After spending months of looking at Father Zayne’s hands, you knew his fingers were beautifully long and thick, but you never thought you’d get to feel them nestled deep inside you. They were even bigger than you had imagined, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you as if his fingers were made for your pussy. He laid his tongue flat against your clit once more, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. He suckled and swirled the tip of his tongue against it while thrusting his fingers slowly. Zayne began to realize how intoxicating this orchestra of noises that bellowed out of you were. They were more melodic than any record or choir he had ever heard. He had only just dipped his toes into temptation and was already jumping head first into the deep end.
As much as Sylus enjoyed watching the two of you play around, he was eager to have his own as well. Letting Zayne hold one of your thighs, he snaked his free hand up to one of your plump breasts. He groped the weight of it in his palm before rubbing the sensitive nub between two of his fingers. Electricity was coursing through your veins with every touch the two men gave you. Zayne’s fingers curled deep inside of you, rubbing against your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to shoot up off of Sylus’ lap. He methodically prodded against your g-spot and you already thought you were going to see heaven. Zayne was bringing you closer to orgasm with each second and Sylus was only adding fuel to the fire.
“Mmm…Don’t run from it, Kitten…Remember how good it felt last night? Why not show that same courtesy to your favorite priest? I’m positive he’s dying to see your blissed-out expression.” Sylus whispered, nuzzling his nose against your earlobe. Your hands latched onto whatever it could to ground you in this moment, opting to have one hand on Sylus’ forearm and your other fisted in Father Zayne’s hair.
“I-I~! Oh God~!” Unable to warn either of them, your body convulsed with pleasure, moans echoing out of you haphazardly. Looking at you, Zayne couldn’t believe his eyes. You were absolutely stunning as your face contorted with pleasure. He had been blessed to witness many beauties in life; breathtaking scenery, magnificent artwork, miracles performed in front of him, but yet they all paled in comparison to the flushed expression on your features. He thought back to all of the small smiles you had given him, the redness sprouting on your cheeks and the tip of your nose when you got embarrassed, the few times your hands bumped earlier while cleaning, and suddenly his greed consumed him. He wanted all of those things, he wanted more. He wanted to be the one who made you cum like this and moan his name, not some demon.
“Good girl…” Zayne whispered, standing up and pressing your lips together. His soft lips passionately danced with yours, your tongues quickly crashing against each other. Despite the sexual deviancy that you had grown accustomed to over the past two days, your heart couldn’t help but thump against your ribcage as you realized that Father Zayne was your first kiss. It was heated, passionate, and loving. Surely it wasn’t as innocent as you had envisioned but, God, did it satisfy you all the same.
He pulled away from your lips with nothing but a string of saliva connecting you two. You panted and collapsed against Sylus’ broad chest. Sylus rubbed between your legs, feeling your body jolt at the sudden stimulation.
“We’re not done yet, Kitten. It’s bad manners to cum without saying thank you.” He gripped your chin and forced you to look up at Zayne, eyes hazy from pleasure.
“T-Thank you…Zayne…” Your voice was soft and pliant, already tired from the intense orgasm.
“Mmm, good girl. Now don’t you think it’s time you return the favor?” Zayne was quick to interject.
“No. She doesn’t have to do more than necessary. She needs to rest.”
“Noble words for a man straining the stitches in his trousers.” You couldn’t help but follow your eyes down Zayne’s torso and notice the painful erection pressing up against his belt, practically begging to be released. You swallowed hard and moved your hand to your slick folds.
“It’s okay Zayne. I want you to feel good too.” You look up at him with sweet doe eyes, your gaze making his heart flip in his chest. He wanted to argue, to whisk you away to his chambers away from Sylus and let you rest but…how could he say no to you begging so nicely?
“I will continue, only if you promise to tell me if it’s too much. I do not wish to hurt you.” He cleared his throat. A small smile graced your lips as you nodded.
“Okay…” Zayne unbuckled his belt and freed himself from his trousers, his thick, throbbing cock springing free. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was in the presence of a sex demon or that you were just that sinfully erotic, but he had never experienced an erection this strong in his life. He quickly positioned himself in between your legs, rubbing the swollen tip against your puffy cunt. He could hardly stifle a groan as he realized just how drenched you were against him. He continued to rock his hips against you, frotting his tip against your already sensitive bud.
“Please Zayne…” You whimpered, pulling him closer to you. “Put it inside, I c-can’t wait any longer!” How could he resist a siren call like that? Without a word, he began to push himself inside. Your moans synchronized with his as his cock stretched your tight hole. Once he got the tip in, he stalled waiting for your body to adjust. Though it felt like a test of patience to not push himself fully inside, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you. When he took a vow of chastity he thought he could live without sex, but now he would be a broken man if he died without knowing what it was like to have your walls clench around him.
As noble as his intentions were, you were too impatient to appreciate it. You began to rock your hips against his, slowly inching his cock deeper inside of you. “Zayne please~! I need your dick as deep as it will go.” You couldn’t stop the filth from leaving your mouth. Your body ached and burned for him, you needed that tip to slap against your cervix until you couldn’t walk straight.
“But I don’t want to h-” Zayne struggled to compose a sentence, too enamored by the heat enveloping his throbbing member.
“You won’t hurt her. She’s ready to take your cock, Father. Don’t leave her waiting…or else I might have to show you how you’re supposed to fuck her.” Sylus prodded at Zayne. He could see the irritation spark on his face and with the jumpstart he needed, he slammed the rest of his cock into you. Your voice cried out as he began to thrust, giving you the unrelenting friction you so desperately needed.
“F-Fuck~! Yes…Nnn-yes~!” Your moans warbled out of your throat, your body finally melting into Sylus’ chest. Sylus’ hands never stopped playing with your breasts, teasing and tugging on the tender nubs. He loved watching your breasts bounce with each thrust, it made his own cock stir in his pants. His thick fingers moved to your cunt, and soon he began to shower your tiny bundle of nerves in attention. As Zayne thrusted inside of you, his fingers circled around your overstimulated clit, giving you a dual sensation you couldn’t fathom. “Oh Gods~! Fuck~!”
“Mmm…That’s it, Kitten. Just focus on our touch.” Sylus muttered, planting kisses against your exposed neck. Zayne’s thrusts grew more erratic as he could feel himself edging closer to climax. Any semblance of composure he walked in with was thrown out the window the second his cock was completely engulfed by you. His hands gripped the bedsheets underneath you until his knuckles turned white, tethering himself to this world as he pounded into you. Without either of you realizing it, Sylus had freed his own massive cock, hissing at the cool air brushing against his warm skin. “Ease up for a moment, Father. I think it’s fair that I get a turn as well. After all, I brought you two together.”
Zayne glared at Sylus, the displeasure etched deep into his face at the thought of sharing you with him. Even if he was correct, Zayne finally wanted to be selfish for once in his life and wanted to keep you all to himself. Sylus realized he wasn’t going to budge and could only chuckle at how much of an open book the priest was.
“Fine, have it your way.” Sylus nudged the tip of his cock against your already stuffed entrance, knocking you out of your fucked out trance.
“W-Wait…There’s no w-way I can fit both of you…” You whined, grabbing onto Sylus’ forearm once again.
“Trust me, Kitten. Just take a deep breath for me.” Before you could protest any further, you could feel the tip of his cock pushing into you. Zayne slowed down for a moment and Sylus took this opportunity to pop it inside. Both you and Zayne hissed from the pressure, feeling it in drastically different but equally delicious ways. The extra sensation of feeling full and the slight burn from the stretch made your legs shake and feeling the tip of Sylus’ cock rub against the bottom of his own had Zayne stifling a moan.
“Y-You…” Zayne uttered, trying to fight back against this intrusion but couldn’t deny how good it felt. He could feel every pulse in your pussy that much better, and the extra stimulation was just a bonus. Once he confirmed there was no pain or discomfort on your face, the tension in his shoulders ease. “Forgive me, Sister. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself composed.”
“Then d-don’t be…” You whisper, pulling him closer towards you to crash your lips against him. His thrusts resumed after tasting your tongue against his, moving in synchrony with Sylus’ cock. When Zayne thrusted deep inside you, Sylus would wait to push his cock deeper once Zayne pulled back. The constant friction pummelling against your g-spot was a sensation you had never even heard or thought about. It was intoxicating. You moved your hand up from Sylus’ forearm to his hair, gripping it tight in your fist. The action caused him to groan in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. Your toes began to curl and your legs began to shake, letting all three of you know just how close you were to reaching your peak.
“I-I’m gonna c-cum~! I can’t hold it!” You cried out, volume control long abandoned.
“Let go for us, Sister.”
“Cum all over our cocks, Sweetie.”
With their encouragement, you finally let go. Your orgasm crashed over you in a deep wave, your body convulsing as your juices squirted onto their cocks. Your cum trickled down Zayne’s stomach and onto Sylus’ thick, muscular thighs. The two men moaned in unison at your pleasure, a shiver running up their spines as you wriggled between them. They both could feel themselves being edged closer and closer to cumming. Zayne buried his face into your shoulder, inhaling your scent as his balls tightened, emptying deep inside of you. Sylus wasn’t far behind, his seed flooding your insides and together your combined orgasms dripping down onto the sheets below.
Pants filled the air as the three of you rode out your blissful highs. Zayne brushed the stray hairs out of your face before planting soft kisses around your cheek and lips. Sylus complimented his movements, rubbing your thighs and stomach softly while nuzzling against your neck once again. The two men slowly pulled out of you, their cum gushing out from between your thighs leaving a bigger mess that one of you would have to clean up later. For now, you were happy enough to just mingle in the company of their warm bodies.
This was the most delicious meal Sylus had to date, and now that he’s had a taste, he’s hesitant he wants to leave it behind for good. Perhaps he could make an agreement with you two to keep his stomach full and your desires satiated.
Summary: When you started working at EonCore Tech, you did not expect to run into another wolf, an Alpha no less. Valko is a complication you did not see coming as an Omega who rejects her wolf genes with every fibre of her being. Keeping it a secret from him what you are should be easy enough with the amount of perfume you wear daily, though, right? Unfortunately for you, your heat starts sooner than expected...
He was an Alpha. You could smell it. It clung to him like a second skin, overwhelming and imposing. You held your breath. With the amount of perfume you used to cover up your own scent, there was no way your new boss would be able to sniff you out, right? The last thing you needed was anyone finding out that you were an Omega. It was bad enough as is. You had been running from his part of you ever since the lab results had come back with the dreaded wolf gene results. You had done your research. It was supposed to be in your nature to find a pack and exist for them, to subjugate to an Alpha and do their bidding, your own wishes, dreams and wants in second place. At least that’s what it sounded like. No.
You wanted a career, time for yourself and your hobbies—and so, you ran. You experimented with how you could best hide your scent and lived a blissful, child-free life.
It was a mild deviation from your plans and an inconvenience that you took a job at EonCore Tech, but the pay was too good to pass up the opportunity. If you worked there for a few months, you’d have enough money saved up to finally buy your very own apartment out of your rental contract.
Valko, clad in a white lab coat and wearing a pair of ridiculously cute and nerdy glasses, moved past your new work desk, his scent filling your nostrils once more. Damn it. Usually, Alphas smelled all the bit intimidating—as far as “intimidating” a smell could be anyway. But Valko… Valko’s scent made you want to take a bite right out of him. He was hot. And you didn’t say that about a man lightly.
“Are you okay? You’re looking a little pale over there.” You flinched.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Sorry. New job jitters.”
“Hey, you’ll be doing great. Your CV is incredible. I have no doubt you’ll smash it.” Why was he being so nice? Weren’t Alphas supposed to be harsh and strict?
You wondered… “Sir, would it be alright if I listened to music, o-on headphones, of course, while I work?”
Valko looked up from his screen. “Oh, does it help you concentrate?”
“It does.”
“Sure. Go ahead then.”
“And… how many toilet breaks do I get per day? I, uh, wasn’t told during the onboarding.”
Valko frowned. In fact, he looked absolutely flabbergasted. “How many… what? If you need the toilet, just go. As many times as you need to. Geez, your former employers sound like a nightmare.”
You smiled weakly. “You have no idea.” You’d put up with a lot to finally stand on your own feet. That’s why it was even more important to be the lone wolf and stay as far away from packs and Alphas as possible. Valko was a complication you hadn’t seen coming.
“So what do you like to listen to?” he asked casually.
You blinked. Was he actually interested? “Rock mostly. Metal, too. I like 80s stuff, but I enjoy the modern bands as well. Motionless in White are really good.”
“I love Motionless!” Valko exclaimed. “Especially ‘Werewolf’.” Of course he did. How ironic. “Well, feel free to blast your music as loud as you like. Might light the spirit in the lab a bit.” He was… a rather chill boss; you had to give him that.
“You know, you don’t have to stay late every time I do.”
You looked up from your screen. Valko’s yellow eyes pinned you down as if he’d been watching you for a while. You squirmed. How? How was it possible for a man to be this attractive? “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the company, and I can see how diligent you are, but it won’t look bad on you if you pack up and actually go home when your shift ends.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I need the extra money anyway.”
Even though today, you couldn’t wait to flop into bed. Not even the way Valko always bopped along to the metal music you blasted could distract you. You had a bad feeling about what this was but decisively elected to ignore it. You’d made it through this multiple times before; you’d manage this year as well. You just had to dip up your suppressants.
Two weeks had now passed since you started working at EonCore Tech and, much to your dismay, you had found that Valko was genuinely nice and understanding. Unfortunately, that also made it increasingly harder to keep your guard up around him.
Your core clenched, heat flushing your limbs. Shit. It was starting sooner than you had expected. You clicked on the calendar icon in the taskbar of your screen. It was only the 13th; it wasn’t due for another two days. God, this was worse than your damn period. Good thing it only happened a few times a year. Plus, you needed more perfume right now. Your heat always made your scent much stronger. If you didn’t leave soon…
“Actually, I think I might actually call it an early night.” You turned off the music and slammed the laptop shut before jumping off your seat a little faster than planned. The office chair clattered as it toppled over.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m… I’m fine. I just need some rest.” Unfortunately for you, the moment you moved to the door, the fan in the corner of the lab turned your way and swirled your scent straight into Valko. He froze. Looked up. Sniffed. Shit.
“You… your scent…”
“Good night, sir!”
Trembling like a leaf, you fled the office. You were so calling in sick tomorrow.
He knew, didn’t he? There was no denying it. There had been recognition in his beautiful yellow eyes. He definitely knew. Which meant that you now had to quit and get the hell out of here before he roped you into his pack. Those stupid Alphas and their stupid “it’s my duty to protect you” complex… You weren’t going to stick around to start a fight and lecture him about feminism and independence.
Only unlike the other Alphas you’d encountered, Valko knew exactly who you were. Your address was on the contract you’d signed for this job and… the hell you’d move after all the grinding you did for this apartment.
No, there was no way. Maybe you didn’t have to run this time? You’d simply… use reverse psychology on him. Gaslight him! What, my scent? You must be mistaken. I’ve never heard of… what did you call it? The ‘wolf gene’?
It was because of this plan that you requested to work from home two days later because you didn’t want to ‘infect the others in the lab with a stomach bug’. Valko could not, under any circumstances, suspect that you were going into heat.
You made sure your suppressants were within reach when you sat down in front of your laptop in your living room. Valko had requested a meeting about some recent research results you had been processing prior to the…incident.
Your heart jumped when his face popped up on the screen. Fuck, why did he have to be so good-looking?
“Hey. How’s the stomach doing?” He said it like he didn’t believe you. Shit, why did he say it like he didn’t believe you?!
You cleared your throat. “Much better, thank you. So, uh, let’s jump straight in. I’ve processed all the research results from the past two weeks. There’s a sharp incline where we introduced the enhanced Protocores for biometric performance. I’ve noted all the differences down in the document I sent over.”
“Great job. I’ll have a look.” His praise trickled through you like warm honey. Damn it.
“T-Then…” You clenched your legs. Fuck, it was getting worse. Your sex was throbbing, and you already were on a double dose of your suppressants. You fumbled for the package off camera, pulling the row out of the box and… No. You were all out. Shit. Shit, shit, shit!
Trembling, you reached for your water and took a huge sip.
“Sorry, the bug still kind of has a hold on me.”
“Sure. Take your time.” His deep voice sent yet another ripple of arousal through you. How did he have such an effect on you? It was never this intense before…
“A-Actually… I think I’m gonna take a quick bathroom break. I’ll be right back.”
“Of course.” Valko looked down, flicking through some documents as you got up on shaky legs.
You stopped dead in your tracks when he called your name before you were out of frame. One second passed. Then another. Then another. “Are you in heat?” Fuck.
“W-What? I’m not hot. If I look sweaty, it’s because the nausea makes me—”
“You know what I’m talking about. I smelled it, cub. You’re an Omega, and you’re in heat, aren’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m not! I’m… I’m just sick.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Was he angry…or concerned? Or was he angry because he was concerned?
“You know I’m a wolf, and you know I’m an Alpha. You must have smelled it on me the moment you first stepped into my office for your interview.”
You turned back around at last. At this rate, your legs would give out. You were shaking like autumn leaves in the wind.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked again. “Where’s your pack? Who’s your Alpha? And why is no one taking care of you right now?” Fuck it all. You would move and find a different apartment.
“I… don’t… have one.” It was the last thing you managed to croak out before you collapsed on your living room floor, toppling over with need as you’d never felt it before.
Valko jumped up, his face suddenly closer to the camera. “Why aren’t you taking suppressants?!”
“I…was. Double dose… but… I’m… out…”
“Shit…” He ended the call. Well, that was that. You were probably fired. But you had bigger problems to deal with right now—ideally, before you passed out.
“Shh… take it easy. Sit up slowly. Small sips.” You groaned, your eyes fluttering open. You gasped for air when the memories came flooding back to you. The meeting, your abnormally taxing heat, Valko…
Valko?! What was he doing in your living room?
His hand cradled the small of your back, the other holding your glass of water to your lips.
“Easy… easy…” You took a few more gulps.
“What… what happened?”
“You tell me, cub. I found you fainted on the floor when I got here. I had to break your door down to get to you. Sorry about that.”
You swallowed. His scent was so overwhelming your legs urged you to spread for him. Heat pooled in your stomach, causing cramps of unfulfilled desire.
Valko practically inhaled you.
“What… do you want here?”
“What do I want? I want to help you. Why is no one taking care of you?”
“I don’t… need… anyone.”
“Sure you don’t, cub. You only passed out on your living room carpet. Just a normal Tuesday, right? What if you hadn’t been in a meeting with me? I never would have known!”
“It’s never this bad. Not usually…”
“Not usually?” Valko trailed off. For a moment, it seemed like he meant to say something else but… he didn’t. “I’ll take you to my pack. They’ll look after you until—”
“No!” You jerked away from him even though every fibre of your being screamed for his touch.
“Why not? What has you so worried?”
“I don’t want a pack, I don’t want an Alpha, and I don’t want you!” Well, that last one was a lie. You had never wanted anything more in the world than you did your boss right now.
“Brat. You’re fighting your own nature. That can’t feel good,” he said calmly.
“Fuck… you…”
Valko chuckled. He fucking chuckled. “Seems like you’re the one in need of a good fucking right now, cub. Come on. Up you go. At least let me help you move you over to your bed.”
You nodded. You didn’t have enough energy left in you to argue any more right now.
Valko lifted you off the floor and carried you into the ajar bedroom. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread in your body when he tucked you in and draped the blanket over you.
“What suppressants do you use?”
“Uh… the box is on my coffee table.”
Valko nodded. He disappeared for a moment. When he got back, he was on the phone. “I sent you a picture. Deliver them to the address I texted you earlier. Yeah. Perfect. See you soon.” He hung up. “Supply’s on its way. We’ll put it on the company card.” With a wink, he sat down on the edge of your bed.
“T-Thank you.” You curled up into a ball, forcing yourself to take some deep, steady breaths. His presence was making this even worse.
“Let me help you, cub. You’re clearly in pain.”
“I… I’ll be fine. I always… am.”
“Maybe that was before you met your mate.” You froze. Was that what this was? Your strong reaction to him? The inexplicable attraction? The way your heat had started early and was so, so much worse than usual?
“Come on, cub. You’ve felt it as much as I have.”
“I’m not… going to… s-sleep with you.”
Valko sucked in a deep breath. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Don’t you think it’s difficult for me too? To be around you when you smell… like this? Every fibre of my being is urging me to flip you over and take you in every position I can think of.”
You swallowed. Your underwear was already soaked. You were throbbing. Part of you wanted him to act on that ‘threat’ right fucking now.
“Please. I don’t want to see you suffer like that. At least let me hold you. Relieve you a little with physical touch.”
“D-Don’t… need you…” you choked out. Just this one time, however, Valko didn’t listen. He lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms and spooning your body, your blanket creating a comfortable barrier between you two.
“Close your eyes. Try to relax. Let… my presence engulf you.”
You did as he asked before you realised what you were doing.
“There. Doesn’t it feel good to do as you’re told?” Fuck, it did. To obey him. Like you were meant to. Like it was in your nature. His mouth was so close to your bare shoulder. It would be so easy for him to lean forward and bite you, to mark you as his. Valko appeared to share the same thought.
“Why don’t you want to belong to a pack?” he murmured.
“I don’t want my life to be defined by this. Why do I have to listen to an Alpha and care for a bunch of other wolves I barely know? It’s not fair. I want a career, I want my own place and I… I don’t care for children. I never have. One of the biggest expectations of an Omega is to find a mate and reproduce, to create as many offspring as possible. The idea of being pregnant terrifies me. To me, that’s as close to body horror as you can get.”
“That’s… wow.” He paused. “My pack is not like that, cub. You still get to live your own life, and no one is going to force you to get pregnant either. There’s birth control specifically developed for wolves like us for a reason.”
“I’m already taking that. Still, I don’t care. This isn’t me. I want nothing to do with it.”
“You don’t have much of a choice now that I know you’re my mate. Do you trust me?”
You bit your lower lip. “I do?” It was true. You did trust him.
“If I bite you… you’ll wear a sign on you that’ll keep you safe from other wolves who may not be so willing to hear you out as I am. It’ll show them you’re mine.”
“I am not yours—argh!” You yelped when Valko sank his teeth into your shoulder and bit you. Hard. “You are mine,” he rasped when he released you. Your skin throbbed in unison with your aching cunt. Your body was enjoying this way too much. “Mine to protect.”
“I don’t need your protection.”
He ignored you—but he didn’t seem interested in going any further either, almost as if that bite was a mere formality. “With my mark on you, the other packs in the city will leave you alone from now on. They’ll know you’ve been claimed and won’t dare touch you. You’ll have nothing to fear.” His phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket to check the message. Then, he released you from his embrace and stood. Your limbs whined at the loss of his warmth.
“Someone from my pack just dropped off a month’s worth of suppressants for you. He left them in the hallway. Contact me if you need any more. How many did you take today?”
“F-Four…”
“Four? Are you insane? That’s too much. No more today, alright? And I’ll… send someone over to repair your front door.”
Frowning, you sat up, breathing heavily. “Y-You’re… you’re leaving?”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself around you for much longer if I stay, cub.”
“But… didn’t you say we’re mates?”
“We are.”
He… wasn’t forcing you to come with him? Why?
“Look. If you really want nothing to do with your wolf genes, I won’t be the one to force you into embracing them. It’s entirely up to you if it’s worth putting yourself through so much pain. Rest now. I’ll put in sick leave for you. Unless you’d rather work somewhere else now that…” He trailed off and turned. You only realised now that he was still wearing his navy suit from the meeting earlier.
Your entire body convulsed when another shockwave of desire tore through you. He was leaving. He was leaving, and you didn’t want him to leave. Your body didn’t want him to leave. Your body wanted him, needed him. On top of you, inside you… You couldn’t take this anymore.
“V-Valko!” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. But your wobbling lower lip and your desperate gaze must have been enough to voice your plea.
His fists clenched, as if he was fighting for composure. “I need words, cub. Please. I won’t be able to hold back for much longer.”
“C-Can you do s-something? Can you keep h-holding me?”
Your fever was making you delirious. You needed another dose of your suppressants, and soon.
“Holding you won’t make this stop, cub. Only one thing will.”
You were on contraception, diligently so. You could. Why on Earth were you even considering it?
“I wish I would just pass out again!” You sobbed.
“Don’t say that,” Valko growled. He took a few menacing steps back towards the bed, his yellow eyes darkening with desire. “Give the word, cub. But I am warning you now, you will not leave this room for a week if you let me take care of your heat.”
“I don’t wanna have to have sex to feel better. Even less so with my… boss. But I don’t want you to leave either. Why does it feel so good when you touch me?”
Valko’s wolf ears popped out. Your eyes widened, burning with unshed tears. “Because it’s in your nature, cub. Your body wants you to feel good. Listen to it. Don’t fight it. Please, cub. Let me make you better.”
Every fibre of your being wanted him. You wanted him. You had never been more attracted to anyone in your life. Ever since you had first stepped into the office, Valko had become the oxygen you needed to breathe. But you only realised that now that you were in heat and your mind was screaming for him to bury his cock deep inside you and—
You flinched at your own depraved thoughts. Valko frowned, bringing a palm to your forehead.
“You’re burning up, cub. Your fever is only gonna get worse.”
You believed him. And you weren’t quite sure how much longer you could take it. “P-Promise me you’ll leave me alone after this. Promise me you won’t make me join your pack. P-Promise you won’t exercise some weird wolfish claim on me just because I’m your ‘mate’.”
“Is that what you want? Or is that what you think you want?”
“V-Valko…”
He hesitated. “I promise.”
“Then fuck me, please…”
Valko breathed in sharply. You couldn’t even blink before his mouth came crashing down on yours. His hands all but cascaded down your body, exploring every inch of your curves, all the while his tongue delved into your mouth, tasting you.
He moaned when he yanked away the blanket. His probing fingertips reached the hem of your sweatpants and pulled them down along with your soaked underwear. He smelled it. Your arousal. Your need.
He was basking in your presence, basking in having a willing female in heat under his strong body; no words were needed for that. You hadn’t even considered what it must be like for the males to have their partners lay their pleasure in their hands, to submit to their seductions.
You wanted to give everything to him right now, wanted him to own you, to belong to him… was that how lone wolves ended up in packs? By losing control?
Your whole body was on fire, each and every touch of his igniting yet another flame licking at your skin. Arching your back, you willed him even closer, inviting him into your space.
Valko released your lips, leaving them swollen and tingling all over. The desire sparkling in his yellow eyes made your breath hitch, your heart pound in your chest.
“Valko, please…”
He growled. Fingers digging into your oversized shirt, he tore it apart with his bare hands, leaving you naked and exposed beneath him. Your nipples hardened to the point they ached. More. More… you needed more. You whimpered when he closed his mouth around one of the protruding nubs, swirling his tongue around the areola and suckling with relish. He made sure to give your other breast equal treatment before he retreated again and sat up on his knees between your legs.
“Clothes off,” he commanded softly, shrugging off his suit jacket and pulling his shirt over his head. You pulled your legs up, kicking off your remaining clothes that were already pooled around your lower thighs.
Valko didn’t bother removing his suit pants. He opened the buttons, undid the zip and tore them down along with his boxers, his cock, hard and ready for you, springing free, the red tip already leaking precum. You longed to run your hands and lips over the velvety flesh, to trace the veins with your tongue. There would be time for that later. Right now, you needed him inside you.
“Spread your legs for me, cub,” Valko purred, placing his palms on your knees. You obeyed, enjoying how his greedy eyes took in your slick sex. “I can’t wait to have you on all fours for me… but not yet. Getting knotted in that position isn’t the most comfortable, after all.”
“K-Knotted?”
Valko blinked. “Shit… this is your first time with a wolf, isn’t it?”
You nodded, your cheeks flushed. “Y-yes.”
“Right. You’ll only start feeling better when I come inside of you. And…” He stroked your legs as if to calm you down. “Once I do… I’ll knot you. My orgasms make the base of my cock swell and, more or less literally, keep me locked inside you to keep the sperm in. Hey, hey, don’t worry!” he added when your eyes widened in shock. “It won’t hurt. In fact, it’s exactly what you pussy wants and needs. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
You gulped regardless. “How long does it last?”
“Fifteen minutes to an hour? It differs on how compatible you are.” Valko spread your legs further and positioned himself between them, his erection lining up with your swollen cunt. You were positive you would die if he didn’t breed you now.
The relief flooding your veins when he slowly started pushing into you, sheathing himself in your warmth to the hilt, had you scream his name in pure devotion. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he propped himself up on his elbows, his handsome face mere inches from yours.
“You alright there, pup?” he murmured. His hand stroked your head. Too little, too gentle. Your body had turned into a barrel of oil, and he was the Greek fire about to make you explode. He was so big. You weren’t surprised it took your clenching walls a moment to stretch around him and accommodate his length.
“Move…please…”
Valko smirked. He wasted no time. He withdrew almost entirely before plunging himself back into your heat, falling into a steady but demanding rhythm.
“Oh god… oh god… feels… so good… you… ah…” You trailed off.
“That’s it, cub. Take it… I’ll make you feel better. I’ll take such good care of you… p-promise…” he choked out in between his thrusts. Frantic, he cradled you in his arms, drawing you even closer. His hips moved attuned to yours when you bucked them up to meet his eager rutting.
You’d never thought it possible for someone to be both gentle and ruthless in bed at the very same time. Valko was rough, fucking you just like you needed it, and yet, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, ensuring your comfort.
This felt so… right. So unlike anything you had ever experienced with a human man. Valko was right. Your body was craving it. His seed. His knot. It was as natural as breathing.
You threw your head back when he sped up, skin slapping against skin and echoing through the room that slowly filled with the smell of sex. You didn’t register the stinging pain of his bite until he’d already buried his teeth in the nape of your throat to mark you yet again. He licked the wound with a groan as if he was savouring a particularly delicious piece of chocolate, triggering the most intense orgasm of your entire life.
You exploded under him, seeing stars as your vision went black and you convulsed and twitched on the bed, trembling and screaming in pleasure as you milked him for all he was worth. How… how was this even possible? Valko was barely grazing your clit, but the way his chest rubbed against your hardened nipples and his cock reached depths inside of you that you didn’t know existed, harbouring secret spots of raw and undiluted bliss, had you reeling down a cliff there was no escape from.
Valko’s animalistic growl dragged you down even further. He slammed his cock into you so hard your breasts bounced, and your head almost hit the headboard of your bed, his hands wrapped around your hips leaving angry marks when you subconsciously shuffled away from him in a desperate attempt to recover from your climax.
He didn’t let you. Because it wasn’t enough. He knew you wanted more before you knew it yourself. Valko buried himself inside you even deeper, resting his forehead against yours. His moans edged you on, pumping more arousal down your belly. That treacherous, familiar knot in your lower stomach tightened yet again when he came with a final, brutal thrust and coated your walls with his cum.
The pain tormenting your body faded into the background the more he filled you until he was completely spent. Your pussy throbbed, drawing him in as he jerked inside you—moments before you felt him grow.
Full to the brim, Valko was now lodged snugly inside you, his knot teasing just the right places to keep your arousal high. He reached down, his thumb caressing your clit, and you came again, moaning his name. Consumed by yet another wave of utter relief, whatever remained of your pain and discomfort was replaced by content, submission and bliss.
“That’s it, cub… come for me… let it all out…” His praise warmed your body from head to toe. He flipped you over so he came to lie on his back with you on top of him. You let your head fall against his chest, both your heavy breathing proof of your passionate love-making only moments ago. Along with…
You bit your lower lip. “Feels…so… good…”
Valko chuckled and wrapped his arms around your naked body. “Take me in for the week, cub. There’s a lot more where that came from.”
You believed him. If anything, because you wanted to do this again as soon as possible.
A Protocore sends you and Sylus three years into the future, where you end up crammed in a closet learning things you were never meant to know.🩷🩷
Caleb's part here Xavier's part here
CW: Smut. P in V. Oral. 🔞MDNI🔞
You were not thinking about it. You were not staring at your ceiling thinking about the N109 Zone or the man who ran it. That was not what was happening. What was happening was that you were resting. Quietly. In your own apartment, which you had every right to be in, doing absolutely nothing that involved Sylus in any way whatsoever.
Work had filled most of your time this week. Back to back missions, three cases that bled into each other, a Thursday briefing that ate the entire day. The Association had kept you moving and moving was good. Moving meant you weren't sitting still long enough to think about things you should not be thinking about.
The problem was tonight there was nothing to move toward.
You'd slowed down. Today's mission had seen to that —a clean operation until it wasn't, until you'd caught the edge of something you'd moved a second too late to avoid and ended up limping through the debrief trying to look unbothered. The Association medic had looked at your leg, told you to rest it, and now you were on your couch. Leg up. Thinking.
You'd worked with Sylus enough times to understand how your arrangement functioned, he had access to things the Association didn't and in exchange you'd give him information he found useful. You showed up. He had what you needed. You left. Repeat.
That part made sense.
What didn't was the rest of it. The part where two weeks of silence felt different now. He was the most wanted name on the Association's list and you were a Deepspace Hunter. The math on that was simple.
So no, you did not miss Sylus.
Your leg throbbed. You shifted your weight and stared at the ceiling again, trying to have an internal conversation about professional conduct and the importance of clear boundaries and then your phone lit up.
You grabbed it so fast you nearly put your elbow through the side table.
Sylus: I heard your mission went sideways. How's the leg?
You: How did you...you know what. Never mind.
Sylus: Mephisto was nearby.
You: You sent your bird to check on me?
Sylus: Mephisto goes where he likes.
You: 🙄🙄
Sylus: He said you were limping.
You: Tell Mephisto to mind his own business.
Sylus: He'll be devastated.
You: Good.
Sylus: I have something that might interest you. Have you ever seen a white Protocore?
You: White Protocores don't exist. Whatever you have is a fake.
Sylus: The seller pulled it from an anomalous Wanderer outside the N109 zone.
You sat with that for a moment.
Sylus: Come see it yourself. You'll want to.
The color alone was impossible by every known framework for protocore classification. Which meant either the seller was running an extremely convincing con, or something had come out of that wanderer that nobody had a category for yet.
Your feet were already on the floor.
You: Don't let anyone touch it. Give me 20 min.
Sylus: No need to rush, kitten. Look out your window.
You crossed the room in four steps and pulled the curtain back an inch.
Black car at the curb. No-parking sign directly above it, ignored completely. Sylus leaned against the driver's side door looking up at exactly the moment you looked down.
He raised his phone.
Sylus: Five minutes. Or I decide the leg is worse than you're letting on and leave.
You let the curtain fall.
"Not a chance," you said, to nobody.
You changed fast —jeans, jacket, hair up, sidearm checked —and ran down the stairs in a time your leg was going to remind you about tomorrow. The night air outside hit you cool and sharp.
Sylus hadn't moved from the car. He looked at you coming through the door, down the steps toward him and said nothing until you were close enough to hear.
"You ran down the stairs?"
"I want to see that Protocore."
"Of course." His mouth curved and there it was, the look that sat underneath the smirk, the one you'd filed away and kept finding again. "That's the only reason."
"It is"
"Then why are you still standing here instead of getting in the car."
You pulled the passenger door open yourself before he could do it, which seemed to amuse him. The interior smelled like expensive leather and him.
He slid in beside you, started the engine— the sound of it vibrating through the seat— and pulled away from the curb without looking at the road for the first two seconds because he was still looking at you.
"My people investigated as much as they could." He shifted gears, smooth and unhurried. "Which is why I need someone who knows what a forgery looks like at that level."
"But you also have people for that"
"I have people for a lot of things." He glanced over. Red eyes catching the streetlight for just a second. "None of them are you."
You looked out the window " Is that a compliment?"
"I didn't say it was."
The N109 Zone came up around you, neon and dark in equal measure, a place that operated on entirely different rules than Linkon City. You'd been here more times than your Association file strictly reflected. You knew the streets. You knew the hierarchy. You knew which doors opened for which names. All thanks to the man sitting in the driver's seat.
You had no idea what a white Protocore was. You had no idea what tonight was going to become but you had a feeling you were about to find out.
His office, you knew this place better than your own.
The reinforced doors. The security overrides, which ones were decoys and which ones actually mattered. The hidden safes, three of them, one behind a painting ugly enough to be forgettable on purpose. You'd learned all of it slowly, standing close enough and quiet enough that he forgot you were paying attention.
The White Protocore sat inside a glass tube at the center of his desk, and you hadn't moved in two minutes.
It looked like the others at first. Same crystalline structure, same geometry. But every other Protocore carried color, blue, gold, pink, red, green and purple. This one just a faint pulse, soft milky light spilling across the dark wood. Strange and uncategorizable.
Sylus wasn't looking at the protocore, he was watching you. His eyes were tracing the curve of your jaw, the focus on your expression. In his world of cutthroat deals and rare power, you were his white protocore.
The back of your neck went warm but you kept your eyes on the protocore.
"Can I touch it?"
A low sound from his chest. Not quite a laugh. "I don't recall ever saying no to you, sweetie."
His fingers worked the glass tube open and lifted the protocore into his palm.
You reached for it.
Your fingers brushed his skin and the protocore sat between your hands for a single second and then —
No warning. Just white light swallowing the desk and the dark walls. Then the wind hit, not from outside but from inside the protocore, like a vacuum pulling in with a force that emptied your lungs before you could inhale. The sound of it was scary, like space tearing apart. The air collapsed into that small white light in your hands, the floor dropped away and you were falling without falling.
The first thing that came back was pressure.
Arms locked across your chest and shoulders, tight enough your ribs couldn't move. Something solid at your back. You tried to breathe. Couldn't. Tried again.
"Sy" Barely a whisper. "Can't— brea—"
His arms dropped instantly.
He was on his feet before you inhaled, one fluid motion, hand going to his gun, eyes sweeping the room. No targets. His hand dropped, but his shoulders stayed coiled, still reading the space.
You sat up. Pulled air in slowly until your chest stopped aching.
"Where are we?"
He didn't answer. Still looking.
You looked too.
Dark wood, heavy draping, expensive things chosen for use as much as looks. It felt like his place at first glance.
In the corner was a record player, vinyl turning silently, needle down, producing nothing. Beside it a bookshelf climbed straight to the ceiling, a ladder running the whole length on a track.
On the low table in front of the couch sat two glasses of wine. One half empty. Whoever had been drinking had stepped away expecting to come right back.
You stood slowly.
Sylus had crossed to the far side of the room. His head was angled down at something on the shelf.
You crossed after him, boots loud on the floor.
"Sylus."
He didn't turn.
You came up beside him, followed his eyeline, and stopped.
A photograph. You in your Hunter uniform with a different insignia of a rank you didn't hold yet, holding a trophy. Your smile in the photo was wide open and unguarded, a version of happy you didn't wear on your face very often.
There was a small engraved plaque at the bottom of the frame.
Hunter of the Year — November 2051.
You picked up a magazine beside it.
Your face on the cover. Same uniform, same trophy, same smile. Hunter of the Year in bold letters across the top. Small print in the corner, neat and impossible.
November 2051.
You set it down carefully.
Behind you, Sylus had already moved to the mahogany desk near the windows. Papers shifted. Folders opened and closed. His hands stayed busy and his face gave nothing.
"Sylus." You kept your voice steady. "Look at me."
He didn't.
You crossed to the desk and placedd your hand flat over the document he was holding.
"Three years," he was staring at nothing in particular, whatever was running behind his eyes not making it to his face.
You looked at the half empty glass. The record player still turning in silence. A coat hanging by the door.
"Sylus."
"I see it."
"That's your coat."
"This is one of my safehouses"
"Since when do you keep pictures of the Association Hunters? Last I checked you called us glorified errand runners."
A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth "I've got a taste for beautiful art, sweetie, and maybe I like having a permanent reminder of my favorite headache."
"I'm not your—"
"Someone's coming." his eyes sharpened, hand closing around your wrist.
"Who—"
"This way." He was already pulling you toward a closet.
He yanked the door open expecting to see his weapons.
There were no rifles or guns, just stacked piles of the same magazine you saw earlier, floor to ceiling, your face on every cover, hundreds of them.
"Do you also collect magazines?" you asked, fighting to keep your voice down as he shoved you into the tiny space and squeezed in after you, pulling the door shut. "This is a lot of me for one closet"
"If you keep talking you're going to get us both caught."
You bit down on a laugh and then it died in your throat completely.
The door clicked open and Sylus stepped into the room.
You gasped, turning on instinct to check whether he had somehow warped himself out there with his Evol, but he hadn't moved an inch.
Future Sylus's hair was a mess, like he'd run his hands over it more than once, and a bit longer than you were used to. His shirt was wrinkled, streaked faintly with mud, stretched tight across shoulders that looked broader than the ones currently pressed beside you in the dark. There was more color in his face too, like time had put some weather on him. He paced the length of the room like a caged animal, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. He stopped mid stride, head turning like he'd caught a sound in the room, inside Sylus's hand shot out, closing around your wrist as one finger came up to his lips, a silent order to stay quiet.
Then the door opened again, and future you walked in.
She looked pissed. Shirt torn at the shoulder, soot and dirt ground into the fabric, but her eyes were lit up with anger.
She was you, there was no doubt about that, but she was different. There was more color to her face too and her body was softer in some places, sturdier in others.
"You had no right, Sylus!" She slammed the door behind her "I can still fight! I had that under control!"
"You almost got killed" Sylus didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. Whatever was in his tone was cold enough to make the room feel smaller.
"That's a fucking lie and you know it!" She crossed the space between them fast, jabbing a finger into his chest. "I'm not some damsel for you to decide when I fight and when I don't!"
Beside you Sylus dipped his head, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Different year. Same feisty kitten." His breath felt warm against your neck.
"Shut up, Sylus. Shut up" you hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He huffed out a quiet laugh like you'd done him a favor.
Outside, the fight kept climbing.
"You think you can pull me off a fight and take me wherever you want?" her voice bounced off the ceiling. "I'm a Hunter, Sylus. I'm not joining Onychinus. Not now, not ever, no matter how many times you bring it up."
"You've made that perfectly clear."
"It's my job, Sy"
"Not anymore, it isn't."
"You don't get to make that call for me!"
He didn't answer with words. He started walking her back instead, one slow step for every one she gave up without notice, until her spine hit the ladder bolted to the bookshelf.
She was out of room. He planted a hand on either side of her head against the wooden rungs, boxing her in.
"Are you sure about that, sweetie?" Not a question so much as a challenge.
"We don't even know ye— get out of my space!"
"Make me."
Their faces were a breath apart now, close enough that the argument had stopped sounding like an argument. Through the door you felt the air on the other side change, something thick and charged, like the silence that comes right before either a fight or something worse. Your face went hot just watching it, the line between the two of them hating each other and wanting each other collapsing.
"I hate you"
"Good," he murmured so close to her lips. "You can hate me all you want, Mrs. Qin. You're still wearing my ring."
He closed the distance, hand curling around the back of her neck, and kissed her like it was the only thing he had left to say.
Beside you Sylus went completely still.
Future you made a sound against his lips that started as surprise and turned into a moan, her hands coming up to grip his shirt before she dropped them and grabbed him instead.
You turned to look at Sylus, his eyes dropped to yours and a slow smile moved across his mouth and your stomach went with it.
His shirt hit the floor first, hers followed.
Future Sylus lifted her off the floor and settled her onto a rung of the ladder. She grabbed the rung above her head to steady herself and he stepped back just far enough to look at her, taking his time with it while she sat there catching her breath.
Then he reached for her boots.
He pulled the first one off, fingers working the laces without looking down, eyes on her face the whole time. The second followed. He set his hands on her knees and dragged them up her thighs and she made a small sound before he'd even done anything.
His mouth found her collarbone. Moved down. The thin lace of her bra was still on and he put his lips over it anyway, tongue pressing through the fabric against her nipple, and her head went back against the ladder. He bit down through the fabric, and the sound she made was immediate.
You pressed your hand to your mouth.
He did it again on the other side, slower, and her knuckles went white on the rung above her while her hips moved forward looking for something that wasn't there yet.
He kissed down her sternum. The soft skin below her ribs. His mouth dragged across her stomach and she was already breathing in pieces by the time his hands moved to her pants. He worked them down her legs and off, then dropped to his knees.
You made a small sound against your hand.
He was now on his knees between her thighs, hands finding the backs of them, hooking her legs one at a time over his shoulders. The muscles in his arms and neck shifted with the motion and he settled her weight there easily, like he'd done it before. Because in three years he had. Many times. You could tell by how she exhaled when her legs landed on his shoulders— relief. Her whole body recognizing what was coming.
He looked up at her.
Hands spread across her inner thighs, holding them open, red eyes on her face, waiting.
She looked down at him.
Her chest was moving fast. Her lip caught between her teeth. She held his gaze for one long second and then, quietly, barely enough to hear—
"Please."
His fingers found her thong and pulled it to the side.
One hand went to his hair, pulling him in, the other stayed above her head. Her nipples were hard against the wet lace.
Every sound came through clearly. His mouth on her wet pussy. Her breathing. Your face burned. Other things burned. You pressed your thighs together and it didn't help because the sounds didn't stop.
You turned to look at him again.
His right eye burned red in the dark closet. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that wasn't steady.
"Sy—"
"Don't stop." Future you's voice came through the door, breathless. "Fuck, Sy...just like that."
Your face went hotter and you faced forward again.
Sylus exhaled against your hair. His hand was still on your wrist. Neither of you had moved it.
He made a sound against her and the sounds that followed were louder and wetter.
Your fingers found the front of his jacket and held on.
"Is this affecting you?" he asked, right against your ear.
"Shut up."
Then her voice again, completely gone, nothing held back. "Yes — baby, my clit, suck on it — fuck yes—"
His hand tightened on your wrist. Hard.
"Sylus." Your voice came out dry. Broken in the middle. Not what you'd intended at all.
"I know," he said.
Future you screamed his name. The closet pressed in from all sides.
"We need to leave"
"Yes," he agreed, but neither of you moved.
Her thighs locked around his shoulders and shook. He stayed until the last tremor left her. Then he stood, chest glistening, and his hands dropped to the button of his trousers.
Popped it open. Pushed the fabric down his thighs.
The outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear made your throat close. The tip already wet, a dark circle spreading through the cotton, and his fingers found the waistband—
A large hand came down over your eyes.
"Hey—" You grabbed his wrist. His fingers didn't move.
"If you want a show," his voice low at your ear, "you only have to ask."
"Move your hand." You twisted your head. His palm stayed exactly where it was.
Dark behind it.
Then the sounds hit again.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Skin against skin. Her voice breaking between each impact, the sounds coming in waves that your brain immediately started filling in visuals for and that was so much worse than if he'd just let you look.
"You're burning up," he said against your ear, not in concern but in pure mockery.
Your thighs pressed together hard. "I swear to god—"
His fingers spread open.
She was still on the ladder. Legs locked around his waist, both of them flushed, sweat catching the light. He had one hand on her hair, holding her close to his face, their mouths almost touching, breathing the same air while his hips rolled forward in deep slow drives that shook her whole body. He was saying something to her, too low to carry, but whatever it was kept fracturing her expression every time he said it.
Then his voice came through clearly.
"Look at me." Steady, even over everything else. "Tell me who you belong to."
Her tongue dragged across his upper lip. "Yours—" Her head dropped back. "Ah— yours, Sy, I'm yours—"
Your underwear felt damp and your clit was pulsing with a persistence you were doing your very best to ignore.
"Do you really think," Sylus whispered against your temple, "it takes us three whole years to get here?"
"I don't—"
Future Sylus pulled back, his tongue dragged slow up her throat while she panted against his shoulder. "You taste different today."
"Because you're—" she gasped, "—you're driving me insane—"
"That's not it." He pushed forward, one deep thrust that tore a cry out of her "You shouldn't be taking field hits right now." A beat. "Not when you're carrying my child."
The closet went cold.
Your jaw dropped. Hers did too.
Pregnant.
The argument. Him yanking her off the mission. All of it clicked into place at once. She was carrying his baby. In three years, you'd be carrying his kid.
Your knees went out from under you.
Your foot caught on something hard as you stumbled back. A stack of magazines toppled with the movement, and everything blurred, sound, vision, all of it going soft at the edges.
"—watch—"
Crimson light cracked through the dark. Sylus's Evol flared, and every falling magazine froze mid air.
The energy didn't stay contained. It rolled out through the closet door and everything on the other side went dead silent.
The sounds stopped. All of them. What replaced the noise had weight to it.
Sylus's eyes were locked on the door. Jaw tight. Not a muscle moving.
"Pathetic," future Sylus said, clear, not a trace of what he'd been doing thirty seconds earlier, "a top tier Hunter and the leader of Onychinus, hiding like toddlers playing hide and seek."
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
"Sylus?" Future you, breathless, confused. "Who are you talking—"
"I know you're in there." He sounded almost bored. "You're both breathing like horny teenagers."
Beside you, Sylus exhaled through his nose and reached out to push the door open. "I could say the same"
He stepped out first, glanced down at his sleeve, and flicked off a piece of lint that probably wasn't there. Then he reached back, hooked an arm around your waist, and pulled you out with him. You stumbled onto the polished floor, face burning hot enough to set the room on fire.
Future Sylus had future you pulled against him, her bra strap slipping off one shoulder, hair a wreck, and she was staring between the two of you with her mouth hanging open.
"Is that—" Her eyes went from you to the Sylus standing next to you and back again. "Are we— are they—"
Sylus looked at his future self. Future Sylus looked right back.
Three seconds of silence passed between them, and somehow it felt like an entire conversation.
"You look good," Sylus said.
"And you are interrupting," future Sylus said, arm tightening around future you.
You stopped watching the two of them and scanned the room instead.
There. The White Protocore, sitting beside the wine bottle, pulsing soft in the low light.
You moved before anyone could stop you, crossed the room, and closed your hand around it.
Sylus was right behind you. His hand landed over yours, the stone was caught between your palms again, warm and humming under your skin. He tossed one last glance over his shoulder at his future self and smirked.
White swallowed everything. The floor vanished, and then thud.
The familiar light of his office in the N109 Zone.
You were flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, just breathing.
The Protocore rolled out of your hand and knocked against the leg of his desk before it dissolved into dust.
Sylus sat up, forearm braced on a raised knee, and looked down at you, smirk already back in place. His gaze dropped to your mouth, your throat, the way your chest was still heaving.
"So," he said, leaning over you with one hand braced on the floor beside your head. "A baby."
You threw an arm over your face. "I will shoot you again."
"I'm just thinking ahead." His fingers found a strand of your hair "Sounds like we've got a lot of work to do in the next three years, Miss hunter."
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Sylus does not tolerate disrespect towards his wife
Based on this ask! Hope you enjoy<3
You're gently clipping kitten clips through your daughter's hair when your son barrels into her room. Wordlessly, he starts upturning the pillows on her bed, patting around the comforter before he moves on and starts looking through her nightstand.
"What are you looking for, hon?" You ask him, squeezing your daughter's cheeks and grinning the same grin she got from you back at her in the mirror "Do you like it?" You whisper to her, to which she nods happily.
"My..." He's too focused on scrounging through her drawer to properly answer before he gives up, shutting the drawer with a bang and startling the both of you "My bike keys. Have you seen them?"
Delicately upturning your daughter's face till she's looking at you, you coo at her "Have you seen the keys, baby?" When she giggles, you're laughing with her as you coo at her "No, I don't think you have"
"Mom" Your son sounds exasperated and you finally focus back on him, standing in the middle of the room, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor in clear agitation.
"You really thought your baby sister hid them?" You ask incredulously "What did the twins say?"
"They haven't seen it" He's pacing now before he stops by her playpen, upturning the plushies and toys in pursuit of his keys "Wouldn't put them above hiding it here though" He mutters under his breath but the words carry over to you anyway.
You set your daughter down who immediately crawls over to her big brother at a rapid pace, happily babbling as she reaches him, pulling at his jeans "Why are you looking for them anyway? Don't you remember you lost all bike privileges last month?"
Your son finally stands straighter, sighing "Dad obviously didn't mean that. He's always saying stuff..." Looking around for other possible hiding spots, he trails off "... that he doesn't mean"
You cross the room to where he's now set his eyes on your daughter's dressing table, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to face you "You've just stopped limping. You really need a break from riding your bike"
"The Doc cleared me for driving already" Huffing, he's still eyeing the dresser and clearly distracted wondering whether his troublemaker brothers really hid his keys in their sister's mansion of a room.
"We've not cleared you yet" You emphasize softly "The last incident could've been a lot worse and you know it"
Groaning because he believes he's tried to get through to you guys thousands of times over this, your son runs his hands through his stark white hair. Unlike his father, his crimson orbs run cold "But it wasn't" He stresses as he picks your daughter up and carefully places her in her crib.
"We're not going to sit around and wait for when it will be" You let him go and step back, immediately rearranging the stuff and picking up the toys he'd tossed around "You will only get your bike privileges back after you've proved to us that you're responsible enough to handle it"
You're too busy clearing up the space that you don't notice he's stopped moving around now, his face twisting into one of restrained irritation as he looks at you "You did it" He accuses "You took my keys"
"Yes" You straighten up now, returning a fallen plushie back to its correct position "Short of trashing your bike, this was the only method to get you to stop and consider the consequences"
"Consequences?" He repeats, incredulity clear on his sharp features, ones he inherited from his father "I walked around with a cane for two weeks, Mom. You really think I don't know what the consequences are?"
Sighing, you finally turn to face him "No. You don't. Not if you're already itching to go again. Your driving is rash and unsafe, for other people on the road but especially for you. Until you learn that, you can commute with your brothers"
He scoffs at that, as if the very notion is unthinkable "Just give me a bicycle at this rate"
"That can be arranged" You tell him but at his thunderstruck expression, you sigh again "Darling, I know that this sucks but this is for your own good"
"What? Taking any shred of freedom I have away from me?"
Raising three teenage boys with a penchant for danger and adrenaline was not easy at all. Especially with your patience stretched thin between their antics "Taking your freedom would be grounding you for your recklessness after the state we found you in, but the most we're doing is taking your bike away. Don't make me regret it"
Even his sister's incoherent babbling and happy squeaks is not enough to distract him as he stands there, fuming. Reigning your own irritation in, you cross the room to him finally and caress his arm as you give him your best placating smile "If you show us that you can be responsible in the next few weeks, you'll get your keys back faster than you know"
He's quiet, unresponsive for a few moments as you squeeze his arm to cheer him up but then his quiet voice carries over "Just because you sacrificed your freedom to be with Dad, the rest of us also need to be subjected to the same punishment?"
Your hand falls off his arm as you take a step back. It was true. To be with your husband had meant giving up a lot of things. But you'd never let that translate into your children being subjected to a life of hiding, having to give up the opportunity to be raised like other children. For him to accuse you of that when you'd bent over backwards to make their lives as uneventful and normal as you could, made your heart sink. Did your children really feel this way?
You're still trying to keep your anger at bay and compose yourself as you try to form a response. Your son stiffens next to you, back going ramrod straight as if bracing for impact.
"Speak to my wife that way again and you'll find out what a life without freedom really looks like"
Sylus' voice is so low it sends shivers running through you when you feel him come up behind you. He bypasses you completely, going straight for your son and leaning close till he was eyelevel "You're not disrespecting just your mother here, you've disrespected my wife. Don't you know what I do to those who scorn her?"
Your son can't bear to hold eye contact, looking nervous and lowering his gaze as Sylus whispers something to him. You're watching how his entire body goes rigid in fear as his father steps back "All this for your bike?"
He's too scared to respond, you can tell. You step up to his side to explain but your husband is not having it "Sylus-"
"No" He gently interrupts, before turning back to his son and tossing his keys at him, not as playfully as he usually would "The kid wants a ride? He's going to get one. Meet me in the garage in five minutes"
Your son slides an apprehensive look towards you and is about to leave when Sylus' low voice stops him dead in his tracks "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Gulping, he turns back to you. The keys jingle in his palms as he fists them. He's pale from fear at getting caught talking to you that way, but he's terrified for the talk that's coming after "I'm sorry, Mom"
He's out the door before you can respond and you turn to Sylus, dubious at how he'd behaved. Said man acts like he didn't just threaten his own son as he lifts his daughter out of the crib and coos at her "You can't talk to him that way!"
"And he can?" Sylus shoots back, his tone conversational as he kisses his daughter's cheeks.
"I was going to address it-"
"No" Sylus carefully holds his daughter in one arm as he turns to you "This is not behavior that we address. This is when they need to be put in line and made to understand the sacrifices you made for them to have the kind of life they do now" Putting an arm around you, he pulls you close and kisses your forehead "They can't get away with talking to their mother this way. More importantly, my wife"
"He shouldn't be riding his bike" Your brows furrow as Sylus puts his daughter back in her crib, before tucking your head under his chin and pulling you close.
"I've got this, baby" He pulls back to look at you, and those crimson orbs that all your children shared had come from this wonderful man, with his glowing eyes and wicked mouth. The love of your life "I'll make sure he's being careful"
With a final kiss to your forehead, he's pulling away to join his son when you call out behind him "Stay safe!"
Your parting words are still keeping him warm by the time he reaches the basement garage where his son is waiting by his bike, parked next to Sylus' own. He's already wearing his helmet, in clear hopes that this will help brace for impact of the storm that is his father.
Wordlessly, Sylus puts on his helmet and gets on his bike. Every moment stretched thin without a single word from his dad has your son nervous as he watches him rev the bike once, the engine roaring.
Sylus turns to look at his son once before he pulls his visor down and takes off. Your son's right behind him, the unspoken command to follow clear.
Both of them tear through the city, driving at a much lower speed than what they would usually, cruising past neighbourhoods and districts as the sun follows them into the sunset.
Your son is intently watching the back of his Dad's head, trying to figure out what exactly is going through his mind. Contrary to what most people deduced, he wasn't a mama's boy. He always felt closer to his dad. Like he didn't need a lot of words to express what he felt and Sylus just knew.
Even now, as they climbed around a hilltop, he could tell that just because he'd taken him out for a drive, everything wasn't back to normal. No, his clearly veiled threat that he didn't want you to hear earlier still rang clear in his head. This wasn't a way to help you calm down. Sylus needed the drive probably as much your son did.
After all, your son had inherited the love for riding from your husband.
They parked their bikes by a viewing spot that was blessedly empty, watching as the sun faded into hues of orange and blue over the city. Sylus takes his helmet off, hanging it over the rearview mirrors before turning to look at his son who was doing the same.
Unlike the older Qin, his son wasn't as good at acting aloof and unbothered. His foot tapped nervously on the tar before he caught himself, found himself knocking anxiously into the side of his bike and stopped abruptly, ran his fingers through his hair and looked around apprehensively before his gaze settled on the way the lights around the city lit up one by one. When he finally turned to look at his father, he found him already studying him quietly.
"You don't know the horrors your mother has faced to be able to give you this life. If you can't be grateful for it, unlearn that bullshit and do right by her yourself before I feel the need to step in"
Your son sighs. He screwed up big time. He lied.
He was a mama's boy.
Sylus tredges into your bedroom a couple hours later when you're sitting at your vanity and doing your skincare after a shower to calm yourself down. The twins caught wind about their eldest brother being in trouble and answering their questions on top of worrying for your son drained all your remaining energy out of you.
"Well?" You ask, going over to where Sylus is pouring himself a stiff drink and downing it in one go "What's the verdict?"
Sylus falls back into the couch and takes you with him, hugging you close to his body and sighing like he felt the entire world's weight on his shoulder "He lives"
"Sylus!" You pull back and smack his shoulder which breaks a chuckle out of him.
"He's fine. He handed over his keys himself and is serving his sentence by baking your favorite cookies before he comes up here to apologize again" That makes you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth again.
"You did good" You praise, playing with the short hair at his nape "What did you say to him?"
Sylus' attention strays from where he'd been drawing mindless patterns into your skin, taking on a faraway look "Nothing too serious. He's a smart kid"
At your unconvinced look, Sylus complies "If it helps, I didn't scold him. He heard an earful for the way he talked to you but.. he's been cooped up at home all these weeks and that translated into today's episode" As an afterthought, he adds "Plus, the twins are not easy"
You groan "I sympathize with him, I really do"
Sylus laughs before he's quiet again, tightening his arms around you, lips resting against your temple "Told him that if he needed to go on a ride, he knows where to find me. And he'll only get his solo riding privileges back once I clear him safe"
"When will that be?" You muse, because you knew your husband.
"Never" You laugh quietly into his shoulder, knowing he's half kidding but also half serious "I should take away all his privileges simply for having talked to you that way"
Your fingers have stopped playing now, sinking deeper into the tufts of his hair and scratching his scalp as your hot breath whispers into his ear "Because no one disrespects your wife?"
You can feel the smirk spreading on Sylus' face as he pulls back to look at you "And lives to talk about it" At your evident frown, he amends "Unless they're blood related, in which case we concede with minimal punishment"
"What do you do to these...perpetrators?" You're not being slick at all, especially as your hand unbuttons his shirt with ease.
"Bad things" His lips ghost over your pulse before he's peppering kisses along your neck and jaw.
"What kind of bad things?" Your hands pull away at his shirt to feel his burning skin beneath your palms, running your fingers over the ridges as his stubble rubs against your skin.
"What was that saying about curiousity and a kitten?"
"It was a cat" You correct, moaning when his lips cover yours to reprimand you mouthing off to him with you hastily pulling away because you're far from done "That's not the full saying"
Sylus is simply humoring you now as he helps you out of your night slip, baring you completely for him "Is that so?"
"Don't you know satisfaction brought it back?" The innuendo is not lost on him, especially as your hands go to his belt buckle "Are you up for the challenge, Mr. Qin?"
Wordlessly, Sylus lifts you in his arms and drops you on the bed, very much up for the challenge as he simply rolls up the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt. And because you're a glutton for punishment, you can't help but push his buttons "Yes? No? Maybe so?"
Sylus foregoes playing into your bait by grabbing you by the calves and dragging you to the edge of the bed as you squeal, throwing your legs over his shoulders, getting ready to show you how good he can satisfy this kitty.
I was so excited for Valko and started writing about him. He seemed so sweet and goofy. Just what was needed to shake up the somewhat stale LADS gameplay.
I love the game, but sometimes the routine gets a little boring.
I was planning his story with my MC and getting so damn excited for more content and context. To see his personality more and give him the love he deserves.
Infold better take this shit back. He deserves so much more.
Hey, Sy. I hope you are doing well~ I’ve missed you and I love you. I just wanna lay in your bed all day with you
Kitten, you greet me with warmth like nothing has changed… You say you love me… that you missed me… And you want to lie in my bed all day as if that’s safe.
I did teach you that. To want without shame. To take what calls to you and not apologize for it. But I never said the thing you want wouldn’t be dangerous.
What do I want? I want you exactly where you just said you’d be. In my bed. Within reach. Not leaving.
And that’s precisely why I’m telling you to think twice.
Hey, Sy. I hope you are doing well~ I’ve missed you and I love you. I just wanna lay in your bed all day with you
Kitten, you greet me with warmth like nothing has changed… You say you love me… that you missed me… And you want to lie in my bed all day as if that’s safe.
