18+ | romance writer | smut and fluff | welcome to the Moonlust Crew! | making unlikely characters fall in love | My Links
For my most recent update(s), click
HERE
✧ Reader inserts are female unless stated otherwise.✧ Minors, ageless, toxic accounts = BLOCKED. ✧ Don't like? Go away. No hate. ✧ Find my replies to asks+requests: #Kate answers (fic requests are posted randomly, depending on how inspired I am) ✧ Check patre0n for early access, extra fics+oneshots.
⚠️ DO NOT STEAL, REPLICATE, OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS. I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTION IF I FIND YOU STEALING MY STUFF.
I strictly FORBID any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.
18+ content and you are interacting with an ADULT.
Summary: you are mated to four hobgoblins. You live together with your hobgoblin mates in a cabin in the woods. It’s a very snowy day and your mates know just how to take care of you.
Pairing: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, this is filthy 18+!!!!, secret relationship, group intimacy (males only with fem reader), size kink, oral (males receiving), orgasm denial, stimulation, anal teasing and fingering, big 🍆, use of lube/oil, lots of 💦.
All parts of this mini smutty series are completed exclusively on patre0n. If this is your vibe maybe check it out 😘
It was snowing. Again.
Sitting by the window in the cabin, chin on your hand, you watched the snow fall and blanket the woods in a fresh layer of white. You smiled at the little snowflakes scraping at the window. At the corner of the room, a fire crackled in the hearth, infusing it with warmth.
You weren’t alone. Your four hobgoblin mates were also snowed in with you.
Your mating bond was precious and unique.
Most would find it strange, even scandalous. Four goblins and an elf. An unlikely group by any standard. But over time, you’d become heavily bonded and in need of each other. You loved them, and they loved you—adored you, actually. The connection you shared was deep; a mating bond explicitly intimate and for the time being, kept secret from both your tribes. The elf tribe would never forgive you for this… it was why you lived so far from civilization, in a cottage deep in the forest far away from the lands of your people.
Turning, you gazed at your four hobgoblin mates. Gruk, Thrak, Grogo and Nix. Their big bodies made the room feel small. They were all nearly two heads taller than you, their sheer size and presence impossible to ignore. Each of them was strong and powerful, with huge muscled bodies designed for both combat and protection. They had teeth that gleamed white in the firelight, their eyes shining in yellowish hues. Wearing nothing but dark embroidered trousers you had sewed for them, they had similar physiques but unique features that set them apart.
Gruk had rusty-brown fur and was the group's most grumbling member. His long hair was a silken mass of brown strands braided elaborately and secured with one of your golden elastics. Thrak was demanding and bold, with dark-gray skin, his fur shorter. His long, black hair was braided into many tight braids and tied off with one of your scarves. He carried himself confidently, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.
Grogo stood out because of his red skin. He could be both sweet and commanding. His fur was also crimson, coarse yet well-kept, highlighting the muscles beneath. His thick black braid was secured with one of your velvet ties. Lastly, there was Nix, the tallest of them, his skin a dark green. He was watchful, always aware. He had long black hair styled in an intricate braid that fell down his back, again fastened with silk ties you had gifted him.
Their long braids signified their might as warriors and wearing your hairbands, showed off their proud place as your mates. It was one of the hobgoblin traditions. Mates had to wear something from one another. Your mates had also gifted you something; they’d gathered strands of their strong hair, braided them, and magically created a necklace for you, with a precious iridescent teardrop stone dangling from it.
It was a very special gift and you always wore it proudly around your neck.
The storm had started a week ago and your mates were doing excellent work keeping the cabin warm and well-stocked with wood. They went out frequently to clear the trails and seek for food. They also kept you entertained and claimed you at least once a day, always insisting on claiming you together — filling your every hole, then watching their seed trickle down.
They were strong possessive beasts with incredible stamina and you loved them so much.
Cheeks hot, you rubbed your thighs together at the memories of the night before. They’d fucked you good and deep, then let you sleep while they went out to hunt and clean the house. You awoke early in the morning, took a bath to clean off the dried seed from your skin, then summoned your elven powers to defend the local homes and people from evil.
After that, you’d attempted to assist with the cleaning and chores but your mates refused. They rarely allowed you to do housework, and when you did, they were furious with you. They were stubbornly committed to serving you, and the only work they let you do was sew their clothes, braid their hair, and take their cum.
Such diverse activities.
This morning, however, you felt extremely warm and wet, once again in need of your mates. You had done everything you could to pass the time and ignore your treacherous body. You didn't want to appear selfish by asking for more... they already did so much for you. You were becoming dangerously dependent on them, enjoying the feel of their arms around you and their dicks inside you.
"Hmm… another white stormy day," you mumbled to yourself, drumming your fingers on the wooden ledge.
"Bored, mate?" Gruk said, from where he was sharpening a crude dagger.
"I believe I have run out of things to do. The forest’s filled with snow. I can’t go out.” You sighed heavily and leaned back in your chair. “We've been locked here for days, and there's only so many times I can practice my magic, sharpen my blade or play with you guys before I lose my mind."
Thrak, who had been sitting cross-legged near the fire, looked up. "Careful, mate. You are beginning to sound like one of us."
"Worse," Grogo commented with a smirk. "You're starting to complain more than Gruk."
"I never complain!" Gruk reacted but the grin on his face said differently. "I only state the obvious.” He gazed at you fondly. “And I doubt the storm will end soon, little mate. Our bodies can handle the merciless cold but going out in this weather is dangerous for you.”
Nix, your fourth goblin mate, fed another log to the fire and spoke, his sharp teeth catching the light. “I think you all like to complain.”
You couldn't help but smile at that. It was true that your goblins were a little grumpy.
“You know,” Grogo said after a pause, his eyes flicking over to you, “you don’t have to sit over there moping, little one.”
You sighed for the hundredth time. “I know, but even you lot can’t keep me entertained forever.”
Grogo chuckled. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”
“She’s underestimating us,” Nix agreed with a low growl. “It appears we aren’t stuffing our mate good and deep enough. Hm?”
“Oh, shush you…” you muttered, pressing your thighs closed, hoping that your scent didn’t reach their keen noses.
“Why not?” Grogo said, his amber eyes locked on you as he inhaled the air. Damn… he could tell you were aroused. All of them. “We are alone in a cabin, all five of us… and you’re clearly in need of a punishment.”
Gruk set his dagger aside, spreading his legs, his gorgeous cock tenting up from beneath his trousers. “Exactly. And we have the very thing for that.”
Thrak stood up, palmed his equally engorged dick over his pants before winking at the others. “Let’s get to work up boys.”
In a heartbeat, they surrounded you, their clawed hands ripping at your clothes, leaving you naked save for the necklace between your breasts. They kissed you one after the other, their tongues licking into your mouth and tasting your moans. Then they curved your frame on the large couch, hands pinned down, legs bent and spread. Thighs wide open, pussy and ass bare to their eyes. You were shamelessly wet with juices, both yours and theirs from last night's session. Despite having washed most of it off, their seed still dribbled out of your pussy and ass.
Your pulse quickened. “W…what are you doing?”
“You’re bored, mate,” Thrak said simply, licking the underside of one pert tit.
Nix and Grogo sat at your sides, their hands seizing your ankles and holding them wide. They ran their large thumbs over your pussy and opened the lips of your cunt, making wet squelching sounds but never getting close to your clit. You gave a hiss, your pussy clenching around nothing, your clit swollen and needy.
"Please...just…ghphhh—"
You cried out before a cock—Nix's—was forced into your mouth. Mouth opening fully, you took him in; he was inhumanly long and thick, the massive girth ringed by veins. You let your tongue swirl over the bulbous head and down the veins as it moved deeper, seeking to feel the tightness in your throat. His swollen balls rested at your neck, heavy and hot.
"That's it," Nix grunted, studying your face as he rolled his hips further, able to see your neck straining to take him in. "Suck it deep, little mate. Don't you dare become bored."
Grogo laughed at that before grabbing your hand and encircling your tiny fist around his stiff cock. His shaft was too thick for your hand to entirely wrap around, yet he delighted in your physical differences. He also enjoyed seeing Nix feed you his rod of a cock. You let out loud gurgling sounds as his dick pushed deeper, training you to relax your throat and take his shaft fully down your throat.
“Grfff—mphhh—gu—ys—” You tried to talk, but it all came out as an incoherent gurgle.
"Be a good girl and you’ll have more," Gruk said as he sucked one nipple, tugging hard enough to make you whine around Nix's cock.
“Damn, do that again. She’s sucking my cock so hard—”
Gruk hummed and all too eagerly wetted your other nipple, suckling fervently, his tongue swirling around your bud. Again, you let out a muffled cry, then nearly gagged around Nix’s cock. Nix had your arm trapped as he pistoned in your mouth, a hand tightly gripping your ankle as you flailed, barely able to move. Grogo was on the other side, similarly holding your other leg as he pumped his hot cock in your palm.
“Pl-mph—ease?” You choked, inwardly begging for them to stop with the foreplay and just make you cum.
Seeming to pity you, Thrak and Gruk stopped enjoying the show and squeezed in between your thighs, peppering your inner thighs with kisses. You mewled happily around Nix’s cock while Thrak licked a thick stripe from your cunt to your ass. Gruk did the same, consuming the juices that dripped from your tender holes.
Your thoughts scattered when Nix came with loud grunts, spurting down your throat in deep explosive pumps. You clenched your throat, swallowed every drop. With a sigh, Nix pulled his cock out of your mouth and allowed you to breathe. You didn't, however, get much rest. Grogo was next, turning your head, the head of his dick slipping past your lips and down your throat. He wasn’t very patient. He was just as thick and long as Nix, and you whined as he thrust back and forth, using your throat.
Meanwhile, Nix bent to suckle your breasts, nibbling on each nipple. Your chest rose and fell, muffled moans escaping you as they took turns using your mouth and fingering your cunt. They all released down your throat, made you swallow their cum but brought you to no climax. They only teased your clit for a few moments, stopping when you got too close.
“N-nneed to…cum,” you muttered, droplets of pearly seed trickling down the corner of your mouth. “I promise… I won’t say I’m bored again. Please!”
“Lately you always say you’re bored,” Gruk slapped your pussy lightly causing you to jerk and whine. “We take care of you every day, fuck your greedy holes, and yet here you are, claiming you are bored. That is a disgrace to all we do for you, little elf.”
Thrak gave a wet kiss to your needy clit. You whined. Still not enough. “Maybe we’re not trying hard enough. Not fucking her enough.“
“Hmm, I agree. I think we must fuck that boredom out of our mate,” Grogo said, his tongue licking the line of your neck.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate you,” you explained, your voice strained. “You know I do.”
“Do you?” Gruk said, his deep voice rumbling through the room.
“You know I do!” you said desperately. “I love you so much but lately… the bond feels too strong. I need more. I need you so much!”
They groaned proudly at your answer.
Gruk and the others felt so damn honored that you were their mate. Elves were special— they only mated with their kind. They were also made differently, with pristine, sculpted bodies that resembled living works of art. You were the most beautiful out of all of them, heart, body and soul. You were the most lovely elf they’d ever seen, and they fell in love with you at first sight. You were reluctant at first but eventually accepted their friendship, started something so deep neither of you had imagined.
You were gorgeous, pretty, smart and kind. Powerful, too, as you could cast some of the most badass spells they’d ever seen. Your body was just as beautiful, your breasts and nipples begging to be sucked, your pussy and throat flexible enough to receive the entire lengths of their dicks. The same went for your ass, it was always untainted and clean, no matter what you ate or drank.
You were able to take their monster cocks without harm. No one else could handle hobgoblin dick like you did.
Perhaps they did not deserve someone so precious; perhaps they were too hideous and lustful for you. But you'd embraced them, accepted them wholeheartedly, given them your heart. They'd done the same, become so attached to you that the very thought of being apart was agonizing.
“All in good time, love,” Nix smirked as he reached for the bottle of oil beside the table, his eyes narrowing slightly as he lubricated his fingers and poked the gaping bud of your ass. You whined, used to their fixation with your ass.
It was another hobgoblin thing; if their mate had a pouting gaping hole, it was a sign of how much they honored and loved them.
At first, you were hesitant to let them anywhere near your ass; you were a graceful elf, and being fucked in the ass was absurd and desecrated. The thought was horrible, but they’d trained you to accept it. Your hobgoblins loved to kiss, prod and fuck your ass, keeping your hole swollen for them.
And damn them, because you’d never expected to like it so much. Having them use your body so thoroughly, invading you, stretching you, filling you up with their seed.
Lately, your nipples and clit were throbbing constantly, your ass and pussy greedy to be filled at every moment of the day. You were a disgrace of an elf, a lewd creature of lust. You had tried to resist the need… fabricated boredom in order not to hide your slutty nature from your mates. But you no longer cared. You didn’t want them to think you were bored of them or their touch.
You loved them so much, in every wonderful, heated way.
Instinctively, you tightened your anal muscles as Nix drove his thick finger into your ass. You whimpered and all eyes turned to watch your face contract in pleasure as he pumped that finger in and out of your yielding flesh. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw the others adding the lubricant oil to their own fingers. Heat flowed through you, intense and demanding.
"You need more, hm? Look how wide your ass is, love. One finger and it’s barely tight,” Nix said, removing his digit to reveal your cute pouting hole. Damn, he loved the sight.
“That’s your fault!” you muttered, your holes clenching, in need to be filled. “Your fault… for stretching me out — then not fucking me enough.”
“We should have been more thoughtful, hmm?” Nix gently fondled your anal bud before pushing his thick finger back inside. “Hmm, still not stretched. Our slutty elf mate needs more.”
Gruk’s grin was quick as he squeezed a finger next to Nix's into your anus. “We can definitely manage more.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Thrak murmured as he added his own finger to the other two, stretching your hole decadently wide.
“Oh, I want her trembling, walking on legs stained with our seed. Her holes soaked and tender from our cocks,” Grogo drawled, shoving his well-oiled finger inside alongside the others. “Is that what you want, love?”
“Yes! Yes! Please, fuck me!”
You heard them mutter a response, but it was lost on you as their fingers worked in tandem, fucking your ass with more than enough oil and juices to keep them going. You whimpered and trembled, but they kept you there, their fingers making lewd wet sounds. Then they used the pads of their thumbs to circle your tits and clit. You saw stars, felt your climax coming. When euphoria hit, you cried out, your entire body going lax.
Did you enjoy? Comments and reblogs would make me super happy!!
Imagine this: You’re outside with your Naga monster boyfriends and they use their tails to “accidentally” flick your nipples, or your pretty round ass. They are really naughty. Then, they “accidentally” slither the tips of their tails under your dress, tug your panties to the side and fuck your drenched pussy and ass with their tails. You can only whimper and act as normal as you can because you’re in public. And they keep fucking you like gents, taking pleasure in what they’re doing to you.
Just a thought I had 😏might write an oneshot of I have time
Them: Nobody wants a werewolf romance where the Alpha scents his mate, knots her hard in the forest, and growls while filling her up so no one else will touch her.
Dresses that altered my brain chemistry, the kind that make me imagine reader-insert wearing and every monster in the room freezing and being like: 😮 holy shit
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book.
TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
This is the Grimoire of Emrys.
In the year when the moon eclipsed the sun, this tome was bound with shadows and soul.
To touch these pages is to bind yourself to my keeping.
Body and shadow. Heart and soul.
Mark this well.
This is no book of mere learning.
It is contract.
It is trap.
It is mine.
Sealed by Emrys of the Night Court, Keeper of Shadows.
You couldn’t believe you’d found the Grimoire.
It was even more impossible to believe that, after reading the stark warning on the first page, you had stubbornly, foolishly, opened it further.
It was as if the book had been waiting. As if it had called you.
The old gothic castle was silent, the library smelling of wax and dust. You’d heard the rumors. Visiting the Shadow Castle meant you had a chance to find the legendary Grimoire of Emrys. You’d risked it. Entered the magnificent castle from a door that was open at the back entrance.
Surprisingly, you hadn’t met a single soul. Nor had you planned to wander toward the library, but your feet had carried you there, to this desk, as if pulled by a string tied to your very soul. Stupidity? Perhaps. But now it was too late. You’d chosen to stay.
And so you stood before the desk, with the massive, throne-like chair behind it. Too big for you to sit... or rather hop on. Your palm lay flat on the Grimoire and with a soft breath, you turned it over and opened it. The heavy cover fell back with a thump and you winced because it was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You prepared for the worst.
Nothing happened.
The pages were thick and velvety, spread open of their own accord filled with warnings, magic spells and sigils. The words seemed to pulse, the ink a living blackness that swam before your eyes.
Again, that should have driven you away. Logic, survival should have prevailed.
Turn back and run the hell away from this place, your mind said.
But instead… you felt warmth. Stay, your heart whispered.
A strange heat bloomed in your chest, spreading down your belly, then lower, warming between your thighs. You turned another page, eyes widening. There, inked in black and white, was a drawing. It was him. Emrys. The fae Lord.
Achingly handsome with broad shoulders and a face of sharp angles, eyes so emotional they seemed alive. Commanding, pulling you in. The longer you looked, the less it felt like paper and ink. It felt like he was looking back.
“Wow,” you whispered and leaned closer, eyes drinking him in; his powerful wings unfurling behind him, vast and dark, surrounded by claws. His cruel mouth was perfect. Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then drifting down to his lips.
You jerked back as if burned by fire. They had felt warm.
“You should not touch what is mine.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Husky and low as a growl. The candles flickered once then steadied. The hairs rose on your arms.
“Even after the warning… you still read. You still look. Touch.”
“Who—” you gasped, whirling around.
Shadows appeared in the corner of the room. swirling like ink dropped in water. A wind rolled through, even if the windows were shut. And then he was there, stepping from a black portal. Emrys.
Tall, unearthly, hair pitch-black, eyes too sharp to be human.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Gods... The drawing had not done him justice. He was taller, broader, more potent. His skin was a muted gray, his clothes black, blending seamlessly with the huge, clawed wings. A regal powerful body. Sharp cheekbones, pointy ears and a mouth that looked carved for cruelty.
Speechless and frozen, you watched as he approached, his booted feet making no sound on the Persian rug. The smell of him hit you next; a musky blend of night flowers, spice, and a masculine musk that went straight to your head. It made your knees weaken, your chest heaving.
“You were warned. Yet you opened the book. You read the inscription, studied my face. Foolish human.”
Your lips parted, but your tongue was a dry, useless thing in your mouth. Why were you frozen? Why couldn’t you command your legs to run? Was it him?
“It’s me,” he answered your silent panic. He moved closer, one clawed wing scraping along the floor, black and golden eyes roaming your face and body.
“Undo this right now,” you demanded, your voice stronger than you felt.
To your shock, he did. The invisible bonds holding you vanished and you jerked a little.
“There. Magic gone.” He gestured with his hands, a smile ghosting his mouth. “I’m surprised, though. I did not think you would come to me so soon."
“This is insane. People say you’re a myth.”
“People say many things. Humans have short memories and big mouths. That does not make me less real.” His gaze flicked to the open book, then back to your face. “You touched my Grimoire. You woke the binding. That is not a myth. That is a choice.”
“I did touch it and…I’m sorry.” You squared your shoulders. “But I certainly didn’t choose you.”
“You did. The moment you entered my castle, you accepted me,” he said simply, taking another step, forcing you back until the hard edge of the desk dug into your buttocks. Only a few inches separated you. “You were always meant to open my book.”
You chuckled, fingers curling against the rough oak. “You’re saying the most dangerous grimoire in the world simply allowed me to read it? That it opened for me? Wanted me?”
His smile vanished. Shadows appeared from around him, twisted and ropelike, moving in the air with a life of their own. More tendrils of living darkness seeped from the Grimoire itself, curling across you. Emrys spread his hands and caged you before you could flee, his palms slapping down on the desk on either side of your hips, his body leaning in close.
“No," he drawled against your lips. “I am saying I wanted you.”
So near. He was so near. Your eyes met his, vivid and fathomless as ink with golden flecks in them. Your pulse was in your throat, frantic, but not from fear. Something else was blooming under your ribs. Heat, hunger, a dangerous, thrilling kind of curiosity.
“And what happens now?” you asked boldly. There was no going back. You were caught. You’d storm through whatever happened. “You punish me for opening it?”
“Punish?” His claw traced the edge of the desk, so close that the air against your wrist prickled. The shadows followed the motion, trailing from his fingertip to wrap around your wrist. It felt warm and so soft and your whole body awoke in goosebumps.
“No, little thief. But I will claim what is mine. Curiosity has its price.”
His words coiled low in your belly, and you hated how much you ached for more. For the danger of the unknown. For him.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Emrys leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek, his scent warm, dizzying. The tendrils of shadow slid closer, higher. Two curling around your hands. Another, like a rope, slid up your calf, behind your knee, making you jolt. But the touch lingered, featherlight, fondling rather than grabbing.
“Oh, you do,” he murmured. “Your body already trembles for me. You don’t want to run. You want to stop thinking and succumb. You want me.”
He was right. You were trembling. A reaction you couldn’t suppress. Betrayal was in your own body, defying logic and causing heat to rise under your skin. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt, and there was that fluttering ache between your legs that left you raw and desperate.
“What say you, little thief?”
You exhaled and finally said, "I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
His lips came down to yours, hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You let go, your palms flattening against his hard chest, feeling his muscles contract as you kissed. Lips brushing and merging as if pulled by gravity.
Your noses nudged softly when he deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You responded, your own fingers sliding along the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his face to better claim his mouth.
Lost in the feel of you, Emrys devoured your lips, tasting and tasting, unable to have enough. He lifted you on the tall desk, pulled you harder against his chest, and breathed softly against your wet mouth.
"Open."
Your lips parted on a sigh and his tongue sank in, tracing the seam of your teeth before delving deeper. A soft sound left you before you surrendered completely, your tongues meeting in a hot, wet dance. Gently at first, then with a deeper rhythm before slowing to tender again.
Amid the frantic kiss, he laid you down on the surface, his shadow-ropes wrapping around your wrists, pulling them high above your head. Pinning them flat against the cool, carved wood of the desk.
More shadows snaked around your knees and calves, spreading your legs open just enough to make you aware of every hard inch of him pressing against you. Emrys kept kissing you, and you kept responding, your tongue tangling with his, your fingers clutching at his clothes, knuckles white.
Cold air touched you everywhere.
You’d been so drugged by the kisses that you didn’t realize he’d used his magic to remove your clothes. Every single stitch. You rested bare on the desk, nothing between your skin and him but the bonds of his shadows. They slid over you like silk, making you shiver.
Emrys pulled back from your swollen lips and stood between your spread legs, his wings arched behind him in a beautiful sweep. His eyes roamed over your naked body. He still couldn’t believe he had you. His mate, accepting him and his shadows, spread open like a feast for him.
Pouty, well-kissed lips, softly curved breasts, hard nipples, and the prettiest cunt weeping for him.
A snap of his fingers and he was naked too, huge and powerful. You gulped, your turn to stare. He was magnificent. A broad, sculpted chest, a chiseled stomach, thick thighs, and between them… your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Inhuman, thick, long and thickly veined, with a bulbous head dripping with pearly pre-cum.
But he didn't take you with it. Instead, he bent down and resumed kissing you, letting that monster shaft rest against your inner thigh, like a lonely beast. You wanted more. You wanted that crazy, huge cock buried inside you, stretching you, filling the void.
“So beautiful. Open and exposed for me,” he said against your lips, tongue flicking against yours. “You know you can still say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Heat… everywhere,” you gasped, the magic ropes feeling like his mouth, his hands on your skin. “Like you’re touching me in a hundred places at once.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want. You thinking only of me.“
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rubbed himself against you, his cock brushing your inner thigh. His wings adjusted, curling around the desk like a leathery curtain. Two new shadow-ropes slid up your belly, tracing your belly, then moved upward to the underside of your breasts. You moaned as they wrapped around them, pressing, lifting, jutting your nipples up.
“Hmnnnn… haaaa.”
Emrys suckled one delectable nipple, tongue teasing the tip hotly. Simultaneously, a shadow stroked and circled your other nipple, mimicking the action of his mouth before his lips moved to claim that one, too. Strong, veined hands brushed along your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted him, but stopping just short of your slick pussy.
“I… gods—” you moaned. “You’re… warm…please… hnn...”
“Say it,” he demanded and bit down gently on a taut nipple, just enough to make you squirm and cry out anew.
“You’re making me wet,” you blurted, pussy fluttering for his attention, for anything he would give you. “I need more. Please.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Again, he crushed his mouth to yours, lips meeting hotly, breaths teasing before his tongue thrust in your mouth. You whined into the kiss, pulling your tongue against his while more shadow-ropes neared your thighs.
Finally, came the hot touch slid between your pussy lips, sliding up and over you in a single stroke. A teasing circle that made you cry out in his mouth. Emrys drew back, watching as his shadows caressed you.
Ropes held your limbs, others worshipped your tits, two more playing with your cunt. Two shadow-tendrils spread your outer labia, baring your glistening hole to his eyes. A place to be fondled, suckled, kissed, and fucked.
Emrys lowered himself, his wings arching to accommodate the movement. He bent his head and brushed his lips to your slick folds, kissing your pussy lips the same way he’d kissed your mouth. You went frantic, your body awash with pleasure. But you could do nothing but take it as his tongue lashed out, lapping up your juices, flicking your clit, and growling against your flesh.
“There,” he murmured, lips kissing your folds, his nose nudging against your clit. “Mine. My pretty, dripping little cunt.”
Another shadow rope returned, the bulky tip nudging against your pussy while the ones curled around your legs shifted, tilting your hips up, presenting you fully to him. Emrys growled, the sound vibrating through your very bones as his hands settled under your ass, lifting you to his mouth.
“You’re trembling,” he said. “Both your heart and your cunt. Don't fear. Every shadow is a part of me. When they touch you, it is me, little one.”
“I'm not afraid! I want you to fuck me. You—the ropes—whatever—just… hnn!”
Your words were cut off when a shadow-rope thrust past your tight entrance at the same moment his mouth fastened on your clit. You cried out, already teetering on the edge of rapture. Emrys could tell and never changed the rhythm, the shadow-tendril pumping in and out of your pussy in perfect harmony with the suckling and lashing of his mouth and tongue.
All perfectly coordinated, giving your pussy their full attention while the rest of the tendrils caressed your hypersensitive body. Flicking your nipples, fondling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs. Your whole body sang under the multitude of touches, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in the most powerful, convulsing orgasm of your life.
“Do you belong to me?” he whispered against your dripping cunt, his now glistening lips forming a smile.
“Yes… yes, I do!” you muttered weakly. “All of me… yours!”
Another deep growl and his mouth returned to your clit, kissing the swollen bud before suckling it back into his hot mouth. You shattered again, thrashing in his hold without any hope of escape.
At the same time, a second shadow joined the one already fucking your pussy, squelching inside with all your wetness, both of them stretching you wide, opening you with shallow thrusts. The ones curled around your breasts kept flicking your nipples, this time with tiny pulses of magic that made your toes curl in the air.
The pleasure stacked, overlapped, became an unbearable continuous wave. Little aftershocks rocked over you, tears of bliss in your eyes. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. And yet Emrys kept going, pushing you further.
“Too much…” you sobbed, head thrashing. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, obscene sounds echoing as he lapped at your cunt in the silent library. “You’re built for this. Built to take everything I give you. Built to make a messy, pretty little puddle all over my desk.”
The shadows inside you pulsed harder, faster, until you were writhing against them, every nerve a live wire screaming his name. Emrys kissed around your swollen, well-used folds, around where two of his tendrils were fucking you deep, watching your pussy lips flutter and your clit throb as another peak rolled through you.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in awe.
Breaths stolen, you wiggled frantically, hands pulling against the shadow-ropes not to escape, but to anchor yourself. Emrys held you steady, his mouth licking your clit slower now, same with the shadows inside you, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. He watched you, he always did, then placed one last, tender kiss on your hypersensitive clit.
At his mental call, the shadows drew back. The living ropes squirmed in your pussy and slid out, dripping with your essence, leaving your body feeling empty and needy. You shivered as the other ropes restraining you released, and easily rolled you onto your stomach. Your ass was lifted into the air, your face pressed against the open pages of the Grimoire.
A soft whimper escaped you when the shadows returned, this time from the book, curling around your newly freed wrists, coiling firmly like velvet cuffs. Binding you to the Grimoire. Another set curled around your ankles, keeping your legs dangling on the edge of the desk and wide apart.
Emrys moved, the heat of his chest pressing against your sweaty back. He tugged your ass closer, his hands curving around your hips to pin you to the desk. He covered you from behind, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy, lubricating himself with your juices.
“Comfy?” he murmured, kissing along your spine. “You look ravishing, little thief. But if you don’t like it, I’ll release you. Say the word and it all ends.”
Your body arched involuntarily. “No, don’t! I want them. I want you. Like this.”
“I’m all yours, mate,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Feel me.”
And then came ultimate heat and pressure, the broad head of his cock pushing inside. Despite all the foreplay and stretching, he was too much. The sheer girth and depth he claimed as he pushed inside left you whimpering into the Grimoire.
Emrys groaned and his hand found the back of your neck, holding you steady as he stayed half-buried in your perfect, tight cunt. It was a feat; his whole body trembled with restraint. Your pleasure was his priority. So he waited, fingers teasing your nape.
“Easy. Breathe for me,” he purred and his shadows pulsed around you, teasing, pressing, stroking. Helping you relax and accept him.
You released a half sob, half moan. “Emrys—”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he sank another inch deeper, the stretch making you see stars. “I know it's a lot, beautiful. But you can take it. You can take all of me. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
A slight roll of his hips and you took more of him inside you. And that was how it went. Him pushing gently, steadily. And you gasping, moaning, crying out, waves of sensation rolling, building higher and higher.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against your skin, you broke all over again, your walls spasming wildly around the fat girth stretching them so tight.
Emrys growled, his hips drawing back, his cock slick and shiny with your juices before snapping back home with a wet, solid thud. He fucked you slow and tender, tracing his teeth and lips along your neck, murmuring, purring, praising, and dominating you all at once.
“Fuuuck… that’s it… so tight for me, so hot. Tremble for me… gasp for me… lose yourself in me, little thief… all of it… mine.”
The shadows pulsed in time with his movements, their rhythm pushing you back into him, your bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds that filled the quiet library. Emrys gradually doubled his pace, his hands clamping around your waist, wings flexing and pushing him even deeper inside you.
“Emrys… I… oh gods… I can’t… it’s too much—I’m gonna break—”
All the shadows uncoiled from you completely.
Freed of the bindings, Emrys turned you over in his strong arms, gathering you against his chest, your breasts pressed to the hot wall of his torso. He scooped you close, his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and kissed you hungrily, his cock impaling you right up.
You cried out into his lips and clung to him as he pounded up into you, this new angle making you feel even fuller, cockhead kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your lips merged frantically, breaths mingling, until you both exploded in a final, shattering release. Your convulsions milked him deep, jet after hot jet of his cum filling you up until it dribbled heavily out of your pussy and onto the floor below.
“It’s done,” he growled, his cock still spilling heat inside you. “Body and shadow. Heart and soul. You’re mine.”
“What… do you mean?” you whispered, dazed, trembling, body yielding in his embrace.
He kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your swollen lips. “You always were the only one who could touch my Grimoire. The only one who could survive my shadows. The only one who could survive me. You’re not just my little thief. You’re my fated mate.”
“Fated. Yours…” you trailed off with a small, satisfied smile.
“Yes…” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his, black shot with gold stars. “The only one who can open the Grimoire and love the monster who made it. The only one who can accept my shadows into her body.”
“I love the monster who made it,” you whispered. “And his shadows.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Say it while looking at me.”
“I love the monster,” you repeated, holding his gaze. “I love you. And your shadows.”
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the gold within was brighter. His hard mouth formed the most breathtaking smile. The shadows that had retreated now returned, curling gently around your arms and waist, stroking you with affection, massaging your tender spots.
“Hmmm, so soft…” you murmured, leaning into their caresses. “They touch me exactly where I need them to.”
“Because they’re yours now, too,” Emrys said, nuzzling your hair. “Extensions of me. Extensions of you. They will obey your command as easily as mine.“
You blinked. “But… I have no magic.”
He nudged your nose softly. “You didn’t. But the Grimoire has a way of rewriting truths. You’ll feel it soon when you want something, the shadows will answer, little thief.”
You pouted. “Don’t call me that. I didn’t steal anything.”
“Oh, but you did,” he rasped. “You stole my heart and now, I’ll be taking yours in return.”
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book.
TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
This is the Grimoire of Emrys.
In the year when the moon eclipsed the sun, this tome was bound with shadows and soul.
To touch these pages is to bind yourself to my keeping.
Body and shadow. Heart and soul.
Mark this well.
This is no book of mere learning.
It is contract.
It is trap.
It is mine.
Sealed by Emrys of the Night Court, Keeper of Shadows.
You couldn’t believe you’d found the Grimoire.
It was even more impossible to believe that, after reading the stark warning on the first page, you had stubbornly, foolishly, opened it further.
It was as if the book had been waiting. As if it had called you.
The old gothic castle was silent, the library smelling of wax and dust. You’d heard the rumors. Visiting the Shadow Castle meant you had a chance to find the legendary Grimoire of Emrys. You’d risked it. Entered the magnificent castle from a door that was open at the back entrance.
Surprisingly, you hadn’t met a single soul. Nor had you planned to wander toward the library, but your feet had carried you there, to this desk, as if pulled by a string tied to your very soul. Stupidity? Perhaps. But now it was too late. You’d chosen to stay.
And so you stood before the desk, with the massive, throne-like chair behind it. Too big for you to sit... or rather hop on. Your palm lay flat on the Grimoire and with a soft breath, you turned it over and opened it. The heavy cover fell back with a thump and you winced because it was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You prepared for the worst.
Nothing happened.
The pages were thick and velvety, spread open of their own accord filled with warnings, magic spells and sigils. The words seemed to pulse, the ink a living blackness that swam before your eyes.
Again, that should have driven you away. Logic, survival should have prevailed.
Turn back and run the hell away from this place, your mind said.
But instead… you felt warmth. Stay, your heart whispered.
A strange heat bloomed in your chest, spreading down your belly, then lower, warming between your thighs. You turned another page, eyes widening. There, inked in black and white, was a drawing. It was him. Emrys. The fae Lord.
Achingly handsome with broad shoulders and a face of sharp angles, eyes so emotional they seemed alive. Commanding, pulling you in. The longer you looked, the less it felt like paper and ink. It felt like he was looking back.
“Wow,” you whispered and leaned closer, eyes drinking him in; his powerful wings unfurling behind him, vast and dark, surrounded by claws. His cruel mouth was perfect. Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then drifting down to his lips.
You jerked back as if burned by fire. They had felt warm.
“You should not touch what is mine.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Husky and low as a growl. The candles flickered once then steadied. The hairs rose on your arms.
“Even after the warning… you still read. You still look. Touch.”
“Who—” you gasped, whirling around.
Shadows appeared in the corner of the room. swirling like ink dropped in water. A wind rolled through, even if the windows were shut. And then he was there, stepping from a black portal. Emrys.
Tall, unearthly, hair pitch-black, eyes too sharp to be human.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Gods... The drawing had not done him justice. He was taller, broader, more potent. His skin was a muted gray, his clothes black, blending seamlessly with the huge, clawed wings. A regal powerful body. Sharp cheekbones, pointy ears and a mouth that looked carved for cruelty.
Speechless and frozen, you watched as he approached, his booted feet making no sound on the Persian rug. The smell of him hit you next; a musky blend of night flowers, spice, and a masculine musk that went straight to your head. It made your knees weaken, your chest heaving.
“You were warned. Yet you opened the book. You read the inscription, studied my face. Foolish human.”
Your lips parted, but your tongue was a dry, useless thing in your mouth. Why were you frozen? Why couldn’t you command your legs to run? Was it him?
“It’s me,” he answered your silent panic. He moved closer, one clawed wing scraping along the floor, black and golden eyes roaming your face and body.
“Undo this right now,” you demanded, your voice stronger than you felt.
To your shock, he did. The invisible bonds holding you vanished and you jerked a little.
“There. Magic gone.” He gestured with his hands, a smile ghosting his mouth. “I’m surprised, though. I did not think you would come to me so soon."
“This is insane. People say you’re a myth.”
“People say many things. Humans have short memories and big mouths. That does not make me less real.” His gaze flicked to the open book, then back to your face. “You touched my Grimoire. You woke the binding. That is not a myth. That is a choice.”
“I did touch it and…I’m sorry.” You squared your shoulders. “But I certainly didn’t choose you.”
“You did. The moment you entered my castle, you accepted me,” he said simply, taking another step, forcing you back until the hard edge of the desk dug into your buttocks. Only a few inches separated you. “You were always meant to open my book.”
You chuckled, fingers curling against the rough oak. “You’re saying the most dangerous grimoire in the world simply allowed me to read it? That it opened for me? Wanted me?”
His smile vanished. Shadows appeared from around him, twisted and ropelike, moving in the air with a life of their own. More tendrils of living darkness seeped from the Grimoire itself, curling across you. Emrys spread his hands and caged you before you could flee, his palms slapping down on the desk on either side of your hips, his body leaning in close.
“No," he drawled against your lips. “I am saying I wanted you.”
So near. He was so near. Your eyes met his, vivid and fathomless as ink with golden flecks in them. Your pulse was in your throat, frantic, but not from fear. Something else was blooming under your ribs. Heat, hunger, a dangerous, thrilling kind of curiosity.
“And what happens now?” you asked boldly. There was no going back. You were caught. You’d storm through whatever happened. “You punish me for opening it?”
“Punish?” His claw traced the edge of the desk, so close that the air against your wrist prickled. The shadows followed the motion, trailing from his fingertip to wrap around your wrist. It felt warm and so soft and your whole body awoke in goosebumps.
“No, little thief. But I will claim what is mine. Curiosity has its price.”
His words coiled low in your belly, and you hated how much you ached for more. For the danger of the unknown. For him.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Emrys leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek, his scent warm, dizzying. The tendrils of shadow slid closer, higher. Two curling around your hands. Another, like a rope, slid up your calf, behind your knee, making you jolt. But the touch lingered, featherlight, fondling rather than grabbing.
“Oh, you do,” he murmured. “Your body already trembles for me. You don’t want to run. You want to stop thinking and succumb. You want me.”
He was right. You were trembling. A reaction you couldn’t suppress. Betrayal was in your own body, defying logic and causing heat to rise under your skin. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt, and there was that fluttering ache between your legs that left you raw and desperate.
“What say you, little thief?”
You exhaled and finally said, "I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
His lips came down to yours, hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You let go, your palms flattening against his hard chest, feeling his muscles contract as you kissed. Lips brushing and merging as if pulled by gravity.
Your noses nudged softly when he deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You responded, your own fingers sliding along the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his face to better claim his mouth.
Lost in the feel of you, Emrys devoured your lips, tasting and tasting, unable to have enough. He lifted you on the tall desk, pulled you harder against his chest, and breathed softly against your wet mouth.
"Open."
Your lips parted on a sigh and his tongue sank in, tracing the seam of your teeth before delving deeper. A soft sound left you before you surrendered completely, your tongues meeting in a hot, wet dance. Gently at first, then with a deeper rhythm before slowing to tender again.
Amid the frantic kiss, he laid you down on the surface, his shadow-ropes wrapping around your wrists, pulling them high above your head. Pinning them flat against the cool, carved wood of the desk.
More shadows snaked around your knees and calves, spreading your legs open just enough to make you aware of every hard inch of him pressing against you. Emrys kept kissing you, and you kept responding, your tongue tangling with his, your fingers clutching at his clothes, knuckles white.
Cold air touched you everywhere.
You’d been so drugged by the kisses that you didn’t realize he’d used his magic to remove your clothes. Every single stitch. You rested bare on the desk, nothing between your skin and him but the bonds of his shadows. They slid over you like silk, making you shiver.
Emrys pulled back from your swollen lips and stood between your spread legs, his wings arched behind him in a beautiful sweep. His eyes roamed over your naked body. He still couldn’t believe he had you. His mate, accepting him and his shadows, spread open like a feast for him.
Pouty, well-kissed lips, softly curved breasts, hard nipples, and the prettiest cunt weeping for him.
A snap of his fingers and he was naked too, huge and powerful. You gulped, your turn to stare. He was magnificent. A broad, sculpted chest, a chiseled stomach, thick thighs, and between them… your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Inhuman, thick, long and thickly veined, with a bulbous head dripping with pearly pre-cum.
But he didn't take you with it. Instead, he bent down and resumed kissing you, letting that monster shaft rest against your inner thigh, like a lonely beast. You wanted more. You wanted that crazy, huge cock buried inside you, stretching you, filling the void.
“So beautiful. Open and exposed for me,” he said against your lips, tongue flicking against yours. “You know you can still say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Heat… everywhere,” you gasped, the magic ropes feeling like his mouth, his hands on your skin. “Like you’re touching me in a hundred places at once.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want. You thinking only of me.“
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rubbed himself against you, his cock brushing your inner thigh. His wings adjusted, curling around the desk like a leathery curtain. Two new shadow-ropes slid up your belly, tracing your belly, then moved upward to the underside of your breasts. You moaned as they wrapped around them, pressing, lifting, jutting your nipples up.
“Hmnnnn… haaaa.”
Emrys suckled one delectable nipple, tongue teasing the tip hotly. Simultaneously, a shadow stroked and circled your other nipple, mimicking the action of his mouth before his lips moved to claim that one, too. Strong, veined hands brushed along your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted him, but stopping just short of your slick pussy.
“I… gods—” you moaned. “You’re… warm…please… hnn...”
“Say it,” he demanded and bit down gently on a taut nipple, just enough to make you squirm and cry out anew.
“You’re making me wet,” you blurted, pussy fluttering for his attention, for anything he would give you. “I need more. Please.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Again, he crushed his mouth to yours, lips meeting hotly, breaths teasing before his tongue thrust in your mouth. You whined into the kiss, pulling your tongue against his while more shadow-ropes neared your thighs.
Finally, came the hot touch slid between your pussy lips, sliding up and over you in a single stroke. A teasing circle that made you cry out in his mouth. Emrys drew back, watching as his shadows caressed you.
Ropes held your limbs, others worshipped your tits, two more playing with your cunt. Two shadow-tendrils spread your outer labia, baring your glistening hole to his eyes. A place to be fondled, suckled, kissed, and fucked.
Emrys lowered himself, his wings arching to accommodate the movement. He bent his head and brushed his lips to your slick folds, kissing your pussy lips the same way he’d kissed your mouth. You went frantic, your body awash with pleasure. But you could do nothing but take it as his tongue lashed out, lapping up your juices, flicking your clit, and growling against your flesh.
“There,” he murmured, lips kissing your folds, his nose nudging against your clit. “Mine. My pretty, dripping little cunt.”
Another shadow rope returned, the bulky tip nudging against your pussy while the ones curled around your legs shifted, tilting your hips up, presenting you fully to him. Emrys growled, the sound vibrating through your very bones as his hands settled under your ass, lifting you to his mouth.
“You’re trembling,” he said. “Both your heart and your cunt. Don't fear. Every shadow is a part of me. When they touch you, it is me, little one.”
“I'm not afraid! I want you to fuck me. You—the ropes—whatever—just… hnn!”
Your words were cut off when a shadow-rope thrust past your tight entrance at the same moment his mouth fastened on your clit. You cried out, already teetering on the edge of rapture. Emrys could tell and never changed the rhythm, the shadow-tendril pumping in and out of your pussy in perfect harmony with the suckling and lashing of his mouth and tongue.
All perfectly coordinated, giving your pussy their full attention while the rest of the tendrils caressed your hypersensitive body. Flicking your nipples, fondling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs. Your whole body sang under the multitude of touches, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in the most powerful, convulsing orgasm of your life.
“Do you belong to me?” he whispered against your dripping cunt, his now glistening lips forming a smile.
“Yes… yes, I do!” you muttered weakly. “All of me… yours!”
Another deep growl and his mouth returned to your clit, kissing the swollen bud before suckling it back into his hot mouth. You shattered again, thrashing in his hold without any hope of escape.
At the same time, a second shadow joined the one already fucking your pussy, squelching inside with all your wetness, both of them stretching you wide, opening you with shallow thrusts. The ones curled around your breasts kept flicking your nipples, this time with tiny pulses of magic that made your toes curl in the air.
The pleasure stacked, overlapped, became an unbearable continuous wave. Little aftershocks rocked over you, tears of bliss in your eyes. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. And yet Emrys kept going, pushing you further.
“Too much…” you sobbed, head thrashing. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, obscene sounds echoing as he lapped at your cunt in the silent library. “You’re built for this. Built to take everything I give you. Built to make a messy, pretty little puddle all over my desk.”
The shadows inside you pulsed harder, faster, until you were writhing against them, every nerve a live wire screaming his name. Emrys kissed around your swollen, well-used folds, around where two of his tendrils were fucking you deep, watching your pussy lips flutter and your clit throb as another peak rolled through you.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in awe.
Breaths stolen, you wiggled frantically, hands pulling against the shadow-ropes not to escape, but to anchor yourself. Emrys held you steady, his mouth licking your clit slower now, same with the shadows inside you, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. He watched you, he always did, then placed one last, tender kiss on your hypersensitive clit.
At his mental call, the shadows drew back. The living ropes squirmed in your pussy and slid out, dripping with your essence, leaving your body feeling empty and needy. You shivered as the other ropes restraining you released, and easily rolled you onto your stomach. Your ass was lifted into the air, your face pressed against the open pages of the Grimoire.
A soft whimper escaped you when the shadows returned, this time from the book, curling around your newly freed wrists, coiling firmly like velvet cuffs. Binding you to the Grimoire. Another set curled around your ankles, keeping your legs dangling on the edge of the desk and wide apart.
Emrys moved, the heat of his chest pressing against your sweaty back. He tugged your ass closer, his hands curving around your hips to pin you to the desk. He covered you from behind, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy, lubricating himself with your juices.
“Comfy?” he murmured, kissing along your spine. “You look ravishing, little thief. But if you don’t like it, I’ll release you. Say the word and it all ends.”
Your body arched involuntarily. “No, don’t! I want them. I want you. Like this.”
“I’m all yours, mate,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Feel me.”
And then came ultimate heat and pressure, the broad head of his cock pushing inside. Despite all the foreplay and stretching, he was too much. The sheer girth and depth he claimed as he pushed inside left you whimpering into the Grimoire.
Emrys groaned and his hand found the back of your neck, holding you steady as he stayed half-buried in your perfect, tight cunt. It was a feat; his whole body trembled with restraint. Your pleasure was his priority. So he waited, fingers teasing your nape.
“Easy. Breathe for me,” he purred and his shadows pulsed around you, teasing, pressing, stroking. Helping you relax and accept him.
You released a half sob, half moan. “Emrys—”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he sank another inch deeper, the stretch making you see stars. “I know it's a lot, beautiful. But you can take it. You can take all of me. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
A slight roll of his hips and you took more of him inside you. And that was how it went. Him pushing gently, steadily. And you gasping, moaning, crying out, waves of sensation rolling, building higher and higher.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against your skin, you broke all over again, your walls spasming wildly around the fat girth stretching them so tight.
Emrys growled, his hips drawing back, his cock slick and shiny with your juices before snapping back home with a wet, solid thud. He fucked you slow and tender, tracing his teeth and lips along your neck, murmuring, purring, praising, and dominating you all at once.
“Fuuuck… that’s it… so tight for me, so hot. Tremble for me… gasp for me… lose yourself in me, little thief… all of it… mine.”
The shadows pulsed in time with his movements, their rhythm pushing you back into him, your bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds that filled the quiet library. Emrys gradually doubled his pace, his hands clamping around your waist, wings flexing and pushing him even deeper inside you.
“Emrys… I… oh gods… I can’t… it’s too much—I’m gonna break—”
All the shadows uncoiled from you completely.
Freed of the bindings, Emrys turned you over in his strong arms, gathering you against his chest, your breasts pressed to the hot wall of his torso. He scooped you close, his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and kissed you hungrily, his cock impaling you right up.
You cried out into his lips and clung to him as he pounded up into you, this new angle making you feel even fuller, cockhead kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your lips merged frantically, breaths mingling, until you both exploded in a final, shattering release. Your convulsions milked him deep, jet after hot jet of his cum filling you up until it dribbled heavily out of your pussy and onto the floor below.
“It’s done,” he growled, his cock still spilling heat inside you. “Body and shadow. Heart and soul. You’re mine.”
“What… do you mean?” you whispered, dazed, trembling, body yielding in his embrace.
He kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your swollen lips. “You always were the only one who could touch my Grimoire. The only one who could survive my shadows. The only one who could survive me. You’re not just my little thief. You’re my fated mate.”
“Fated. Yours…” you trailed off with a small, satisfied smile.
“Yes…” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his, black shot with gold stars. “The only one who can open the Grimoire and love the monster who made it. The only one who can accept my shadows into her body.”
“I love the monster who made it,” you whispered. “And his shadows.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Say it while looking at me.”
“I love the monster,” you repeated, holding his gaze. “I love you. And your shadows.”
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the gold within was brighter. His hard mouth formed the most breathtaking smile. The shadows that had retreated now returned, curling gently around your arms and waist, stroking you with affection, massaging your tender spots.
“Hmmm, so soft…” you murmured, leaning into their caresses. “They touch me exactly where I need them to.”
“Because they’re yours now, too,” Emrys said, nuzzling your hair. “Extensions of me. Extensions of you. They will obey your command as easily as mine.“
You blinked. “But… I have no magic.”
He nudged your nose softly. “You didn’t. But the Grimoire has a way of rewriting truths. You’ll feel it soon when you want something, the shadows will answer, little thief.”
You pouted. “Don’t call me that. I didn’t steal anything.”
“Oh, but you did,” he rasped. “You stole my heart and now, I’ll be taking yours in return.”
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book.
TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
This is the Grimoire of Emrys.
In the year when the moon eclipsed the sun, this tome was bound with shadows and soul.
To touch these pages is to bind yourself to my keeping.
Body and shadow. Heart and soul.
Mark this well.
This is no book of mere learning.
It is contract.
It is trap.
It is mine.
Sealed by Emrys of the Night Court, Keeper of Shadows.
You couldn’t believe you’d found the Grimoire.
It was even more impossible to believe that, after reading the stark warning on the first page, you had stubbornly, foolishly, opened it further.
It was as if the book had been waiting. As if it had called you.
The old gothic castle was silent, the library smelling of wax and dust. You’d heard the rumors. Visiting the Shadow Castle meant you had a chance to find the legendary Grimoire of Emrys. You’d risked it. Entered the magnificent castle from a door that was open at the back entrance.
Surprisingly, you hadn’t met a single soul. Nor had you planned to wander toward the library, but your feet had carried you there, to this desk, as if pulled by a string tied to your very soul. Stupidity? Perhaps. But now it was too late. You’d chosen to stay.
And so you stood before the desk, with the massive, throne-like chair behind it. Too big for you to sit... or rather hop on. Your palm lay flat on the Grimoire and with a soft breath, you turned it over and opened it. The heavy cover fell back with a thump and you winced because it was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You prepared for the worst.
Nothing happened.
The pages were thick and velvety, spread open of their own accord filled with warnings, magic spells and sigils. The words seemed to pulse, the ink a living blackness that swam before your eyes.
Again, that should have driven you away. Logic, survival should have prevailed.
Turn back and run the hell away from this place, your mind said.
But instead… you felt warmth. Stay, your heart whispered.
A strange heat bloomed in your chest, spreading down your belly, then lower, warming between your thighs. You turned another page, eyes widening. There, inked in black and white, was a drawing. It was him. Emrys. The fae Lord.
Achingly handsome with broad shoulders and a face of sharp angles, eyes so emotional they seemed alive. Commanding, pulling you in. The longer you looked, the less it felt like paper and ink. It felt like he was looking back.
“Wow,” you whispered and leaned closer, eyes drinking him in; his powerful wings unfurling behind him, vast and dark, surrounded by claws. His cruel mouth was perfect. Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then drifting down to his lips.
You jerked back as if burned by fire. They had felt warm.
“You should not touch what is mine.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Husky and low as a growl. The candles flickered once then steadied. The hairs rose on your arms.
“Even after the warning… you still read. You still look. Touch.”
“Who—” you gasped, whirling around.
Shadows appeared in the corner of the room. swirling like ink dropped in water. A wind rolled through, even if the windows were shut. And then he was there, stepping from a black portal. Emrys.
Tall, unearthly, hair pitch-black, eyes too sharp to be human.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Gods... The drawing had not done him justice. He was taller, broader, more potent. His skin was a muted gray, his clothes black, blending seamlessly with the huge, clawed wings. A regal powerful body. Sharp cheekbones, pointy ears and a mouth that looked carved for cruelty.
Speechless and frozen, you watched as he approached, his booted feet making no sound on the Persian rug. The smell of him hit you next; a musky blend of night flowers, spice, and a masculine musk that went straight to your head. It made your knees weaken, your chest heaving.
“You were warned. Yet you opened the book. You read the inscription, studied my face. Foolish human.”
Your lips parted, but your tongue was a dry, useless thing in your mouth. Why were you frozen? Why couldn’t you command your legs to run? Was it him?
“It’s me,” he answered your silent panic. He moved closer, one clawed wing scraping along the floor, black and golden eyes roaming your face and body.
“Undo this right now,” you demanded, your voice stronger than you felt.
To your shock, he did. The invisible bonds holding you vanished and you jerked a little.
“There. Magic gone.” He gestured with his hands, a smile ghosting his mouth. “I’m surprised, though. I did not think you would come to me so soon."
“This is insane. People say you’re a myth.”
“People say many things. Humans have short memories and big mouths. That does not make me less real.” His gaze flicked to the open book, then back to your face. “You touched my Grimoire. You woke the binding. That is not a myth. That is a choice.”
“I did touch it and…I’m sorry.” You squared your shoulders. “But I certainly didn’t choose you.”
“You did. The moment you entered my castle, you accepted me,” he said simply, taking another step, forcing you back until the hard edge of the desk dug into your buttocks. Only a few inches separated you. “You were always meant to open my book.”
You chuckled, fingers curling against the rough oak. “You’re saying the most dangerous grimoire in the world simply allowed me to read it? That it opened for me? Wanted me?”
His smile vanished. Shadows appeared from around him, twisted and ropelike, moving in the air with a life of their own. More tendrils of living darkness seeped from the Grimoire itself, curling across you. Emrys spread his hands and caged you before you could flee, his palms slapping down on the desk on either side of your hips, his body leaning in close.
“No," he drawled against your lips. “I am saying I wanted you.”
So near. He was so near. Your eyes met his, vivid and fathomless as ink with golden flecks in them. Your pulse was in your throat, frantic, but not from fear. Something else was blooming under your ribs. Heat, hunger, a dangerous, thrilling kind of curiosity.
“And what happens now?” you asked boldly. There was no going back. You were caught. You’d storm through whatever happened. “You punish me for opening it?”
“Punish?” His claw traced the edge of the desk, so close that the air against your wrist prickled. The shadows followed the motion, trailing from his fingertip to wrap around your wrist. It felt warm and so soft and your whole body awoke in goosebumps.
“No, little thief. But I will claim what is mine. Curiosity has its price.”
His words coiled low in your belly, and you hated how much you ached for more. For the danger of the unknown. For him.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Emrys leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek, his scent warm, dizzying. The tendrils of shadow slid closer, higher. Two curling around your hands. Another, like a rope, slid up your calf, behind your knee, making you jolt. But the touch lingered, featherlight, fondling rather than grabbing.
“Oh, you do,” he murmured. “Your body already trembles for me. You don’t want to run. You want to stop thinking and succumb. You want me.”
He was right. You were trembling. A reaction you couldn’t suppress. Betrayal was in your own body, defying logic and causing heat to rise under your skin. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt, and there was that fluttering ache between your legs that left you raw and desperate.
“What say you, little thief?”
You exhaled and finally said, "I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
His lips came down to yours, hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You let go, your palms flattening against his hard chest, feeling his muscles contract as you kissed. Lips brushing and merging as if pulled by gravity.
Your noses nudged softly when he deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You responded, your own fingers sliding along the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his face to better claim his mouth.
Lost in the feel of you, Emrys devoured your lips, tasting and tasting, unable to have enough. He lifted you on the tall desk, pulled you harder against his chest, and breathed softly against your wet mouth.
"Open."
Your lips parted on a sigh and his tongue sank in, tracing the seam of your teeth before delving deeper. A soft sound left you before you surrendered completely, your tongues meeting in a hot, wet dance. Gently at first, then with a deeper rhythm before slowing to tender again.
Amid the frantic kiss, he laid you down on the surface, his shadow-ropes wrapping around your wrists, pulling them high above your head. Pinning them flat against the cool, carved wood of the desk.
More shadows snaked around your knees and calves, spreading your legs open just enough to make you aware of every hard inch of him pressing against you. Emrys kept kissing you, and you kept responding, your tongue tangling with his, your fingers clutching at his clothes, knuckles white.
Cold air touched you everywhere.
You’d been so drugged by the kisses that you didn’t realize he’d used his magic to remove your clothes. Every single stitch. You rested bare on the desk, nothing between your skin and him but the bonds of his shadows. They slid over you like silk, making you shiver.
Emrys pulled back from your swollen lips and stood between your spread legs, his wings arched behind him in a beautiful sweep. His eyes roamed over your naked body. He still couldn’t believe he had you. His mate, accepting him and his shadows, spread open like a feast for him.
Pouty, well-kissed lips, softly curved breasts, hard nipples, and the prettiest cunt weeping for him.
A snap of his fingers and he was naked too, huge and powerful. You gulped, your turn to stare. He was magnificent. A broad, sculpted chest, a chiseled stomach, thick thighs, and between them… your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Inhuman, thick, long and thickly veined, with a bulbous head dripping with pearly pre-cum.
But he didn't take you with it. Instead, he bent down and resumed kissing you, letting that monster shaft rest against your inner thigh, like a lonely beast. You wanted more. You wanted that crazy, huge cock buried inside you, stretching you, filling the void.
“So beautiful. Open and exposed for me,” he said against your lips, tongue flicking against yours. “You know you can still say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Heat… everywhere,” you gasped, the magic ropes feeling like his mouth, his hands on your skin. “Like you’re touching me in a hundred places at once.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want. You thinking only of me.“
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rubbed himself against you, his cock brushing your inner thigh. His wings adjusted, curling around the desk like a leathery curtain. Two new shadow-ropes slid up your belly, tracing your belly, then moved upward to the underside of your breasts. You moaned as they wrapped around them, pressing, lifting, jutting your nipples up.
“Hmnnnn… haaaa.”
Emrys suckled one delectable nipple, tongue teasing the tip hotly. Simultaneously, a shadow stroked and circled your other nipple, mimicking the action of his mouth before his lips moved to claim that one, too. Strong, veined hands brushed along your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted him, but stopping just short of your slick pussy.
“I… gods—” you moaned. “You’re… warm…please… hnn...”
“Say it,” he demanded and bit down gently on a taut nipple, just enough to make you squirm and cry out anew.
“You’re making me wet,” you blurted, pussy fluttering for his attention, for anything he would give you. “I need more. Please.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Again, he crushed his mouth to yours, lips meeting hotly, breaths teasing before his tongue thrust in your mouth. You whined into the kiss, pulling your tongue against his while more shadow-ropes neared your thighs.
Finally, came the hot touch slid between your pussy lips, sliding up and over you in a single stroke. A teasing circle that made you cry out in his mouth. Emrys drew back, watching as his shadows caressed you.
Ropes held your limbs, others worshipped your tits, two more playing with your cunt. Two shadow-tendrils spread your outer labia, baring your glistening hole to his eyes. A place to be fondled, suckled, kissed, and fucked.
Emrys lowered himself, his wings arching to accommodate the movement. He bent his head and brushed his lips to your slick folds, kissing your pussy lips the same way he’d kissed your mouth. You went frantic, your body awash with pleasure. But you could do nothing but take it as his tongue lashed out, lapping up your juices, flicking your clit, and growling against your flesh.
“There,” he murmured, lips kissing your folds, his nose nudging against your clit. “Mine. My pretty, dripping little cunt.”
Another shadow rope returned, the bulky tip nudging against your pussy while the ones curled around your legs shifted, tilting your hips up, presenting you fully to him. Emrys growled, the sound vibrating through your very bones as his hands settled under your ass, lifting you to his mouth.
“You’re trembling,” he said. “Both your heart and your cunt. Don't fear. Every shadow is a part of me. When they touch you, it is me, little one.”
“I'm not afraid! I want you to fuck me. You—the ropes—whatever—just… hnn!”
Your words were cut off when a shadow-rope thrust past your tight entrance at the same moment his mouth fastened on your clit. You cried out, already teetering on the edge of rapture. Emrys could tell and never changed the rhythm, the shadow-tendril pumping in and out of your pussy in perfect harmony with the suckling and lashing of his mouth and tongue.
All perfectly coordinated, giving your pussy their full attention while the rest of the tendrils caressed your hypersensitive body. Flicking your nipples, fondling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs. Your whole body sang under the multitude of touches, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in the most powerful, convulsing orgasm of your life.
“Do you belong to me?” he whispered against your dripping cunt, his now glistening lips forming a smile.
“Yes… yes, I do!” you muttered weakly. “All of me… yours!”
Another deep growl and his mouth returned to your clit, kissing the swollen bud before suckling it back into his hot mouth. You shattered again, thrashing in his hold without any hope of escape.
At the same time, a second shadow joined the one already fucking your pussy, squelching inside with all your wetness, both of them stretching you wide, opening you with shallow thrusts. The ones curled around your breasts kept flicking your nipples, this time with tiny pulses of magic that made your toes curl in the air.
The pleasure stacked, overlapped, became an unbearable continuous wave. Little aftershocks rocked over you, tears of bliss in your eyes. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. And yet Emrys kept going, pushing you further.
“Too much…” you sobbed, head thrashing. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, obscene sounds echoing as he lapped at your cunt in the silent library. “You’re built for this. Built to take everything I give you. Built to make a messy, pretty little puddle all over my desk.”
The shadows inside you pulsed harder, faster, until you were writhing against them, every nerve a live wire screaming his name. Emrys kissed around your swollen, well-used folds, around where two of his tendrils were fucking you deep, watching your pussy lips flutter and your clit throb as another peak rolled through you.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in awe.
Breaths stolen, you wiggled frantically, hands pulling against the shadow-ropes not to escape, but to anchor yourself. Emrys held you steady, his mouth licking your clit slower now, same with the shadows inside you, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. He watched you, he always did, then placed one last, tender kiss on your hypersensitive clit.
At his mental call, the shadows drew back. The living ropes squirmed in your pussy and slid out, dripping with your essence, leaving your body feeling empty and needy. You shivered as the other ropes restraining you released, and easily rolled you onto your stomach. Your ass was lifted into the air, your face pressed against the open pages of the Grimoire.
A soft whimper escaped you when the shadows returned, this time from the book, curling around your newly freed wrists, coiling firmly like velvet cuffs. Binding you to the Grimoire. Another set curled around your ankles, keeping your legs dangling on the edge of the desk and wide apart.
Emrys moved, the heat of his chest pressing against your sweaty back. He tugged your ass closer, his hands curving around your hips to pin you to the desk. He covered you from behind, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy, lubricating himself with your juices.
“Comfy?” he murmured, kissing along your spine. “You look ravishing, little thief. But if you don’t like it, I’ll release you. Say the word and it all ends.”
Your body arched involuntarily. “No, don’t! I want them. I want you. Like this.”
“I’m all yours, mate,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Feel me.”
And then came ultimate heat and pressure, the broad head of his cock pushing inside. Despite all the foreplay and stretching, he was too much. The sheer girth and depth he claimed as he pushed inside left you whimpering into the Grimoire.
Emrys groaned and his hand found the back of your neck, holding you steady as he stayed half-buried in your perfect, tight cunt. It was a feat; his whole body trembled with restraint. Your pleasure was his priority. So he waited, fingers teasing your nape.
“Easy. Breathe for me,” he purred and his shadows pulsed around you, teasing, pressing, stroking. Helping you relax and accept him.
You released a half sob, half moan. “Emrys—”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he sank another inch deeper, the stretch making you see stars. “I know it's a lot, beautiful. But you can take it. You can take all of me. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
A slight roll of his hips and you took more of him inside you. And that was how it went. Him pushing gently, steadily. And you gasping, moaning, crying out, waves of sensation rolling, building higher and higher.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against your skin, you broke all over again, your walls spasming wildly around the fat girth stretching them so tight.
Emrys growled, his hips drawing back, his cock slick and shiny with your juices before snapping back home with a wet, solid thud. He fucked you slow and tender, tracing his teeth and lips along your neck, murmuring, purring, praising, and dominating you all at once.
“Fuuuck… that’s it… so tight for me, so hot. Tremble for me… gasp for me… lose yourself in me, little thief… all of it… mine.”
The shadows pulsed in time with his movements, their rhythm pushing you back into him, your bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds that filled the quiet library. Emrys gradually doubled his pace, his hands clamping around your waist, wings flexing and pushing him even deeper inside you.
“Emrys… I… oh gods… I can’t… it’s too much—I’m gonna break—”
All the shadows uncoiled from you completely.
Freed of the bindings, Emrys turned you over in his strong arms, gathering you against his chest, your breasts pressed to the hot wall of his torso. He scooped you close, his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and kissed you hungrily, his cock impaling you right up.
You cried out into his lips and clung to him as he pounded up into you, this new angle making you feel even fuller, cockhead kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your lips merged frantically, breaths mingling, until you both exploded in a final, shattering release. Your convulsions milked him deep, jet after hot jet of his cum filling you up until it dribbled heavily out of your pussy and onto the floor below.
“It’s done,” he growled, his cock still spilling heat inside you. “Body and shadow. Heart and soul. You’re mine.”
“What… do you mean?” you whispered, dazed, trembling, body yielding in his embrace.
He kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your swollen lips. “You always were the only one who could touch my Grimoire. The only one who could survive my shadows. The only one who could survive me. You’re not just my little thief. You’re my fated mate.”
“Fated. Yours…” you trailed off with a small, satisfied smile.
“Yes…” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his, black shot with gold stars. “The only one who can open the Grimoire and love the monster who made it. The only one who can accept my shadows into her body.”
“I love the monster who made it,” you whispered. “And his shadows.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Say it while looking at me.”
“I love the monster,” you repeated, holding his gaze. “I love you. And your shadows.”
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the gold within was brighter. His hard mouth formed the most breathtaking smile. The shadows that had retreated now returned, curling gently around your arms and waist, stroking you with affection, massaging your tender spots.
“Hmmm, so soft…” you murmured, leaning into their caresses. “They touch me exactly where I need them to.”
“Because they’re yours now, too,” Emrys said, nuzzling your hair. “Extensions of me. Extensions of you. They will obey your command as easily as mine.“
You blinked. “But… I have no magic.”
He nudged your nose softly. “You didn’t. But the Grimoire has a way of rewriting truths. You’ll feel it soon when you want something, the shadows will answer, little thief.”
You pouted. “Don’t call me that. I didn’t steal anything.”
“Oh, but you did,” he rasped. “You stole my heart and now, I’ll be taking yours in return.”
Dresses that altered my brain chemistry, the kind that make me imagine reader-insert wearing and every monster in the room freezing and being like: 😮 holy shit
Dresses that altered my brain chemistry, the kind that make me imagine reader-insert wearing and every monster in the room freezing and being like: 😮 holy shit
Dresses that altered my brain chemistry, the kind that make me imagine reader-insert wearing and every monster in the room freezing and being like: 😮 holy shit
Dresses that altered my brain chemistry, the kind that make me imagine reader-insert wearing and every monster in the room freezing and being like: 😮 holy shit
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book.
TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
This is the Grimoire of Emrys.
In the year when the moon eclipsed the sun, this tome was bound with shadows and soul.
To touch these pages is to bind yourself to my keeping.
Body and shadow. Heart and soul.
Mark this well.
This is no book of mere learning.
It is contract.
It is trap.
It is mine.
Sealed by Emrys of the Night Court, Keeper of Shadows.
You couldn’t believe you’d found the Grimoire.
It was even more impossible to believe that, after reading the stark warning on the first page, you had stubbornly, foolishly, opened it further.
It was as if the book had been waiting. As if it had called you.
The old gothic castle was silent, the library smelling of wax and dust. You’d heard the rumors. Visiting the Shadow Castle meant you had a chance to find the legendary Grimoire of Emrys. You’d risked it. Entered the magnificent castle from a door that was open at the back entrance.
Surprisingly, you hadn’t met a single soul. Nor had you planned to wander toward the library, but your feet had carried you there, to this desk, as if pulled by a string tied to your very soul. Stupidity? Perhaps. But now it was too late. You’d chosen to stay.
And so you stood before the desk, with the massive, throne-like chair behind it. Too big for you to sit... or rather hop on. Your palm lay flat on the Grimoire and with a soft breath, you turned it over and opened it. The heavy cover fell back with a thump and you winced because it was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You prepared for the worst.
Nothing happened.
The pages were thick and velvety, spread open of their own accord filled with warnings, magic spells and sigils. The words seemed to pulse, the ink a living blackness that swam before your eyes.
Again, that should have driven you away. Logic, survival should have prevailed.
Turn back and run the hell away from this place, your mind said.
But instead… you felt warmth. Stay, your heart whispered.
A strange heat bloomed in your chest, spreading down your belly, then lower, warming between your thighs. You turned another page, eyes widening. There, inked in black and white, was a drawing. It was him. Emrys. The fae Lord.
Achingly handsome with broad shoulders and a face of sharp angles, eyes so emotional they seemed alive. Commanding, pulling you in. The longer you looked, the less it felt like paper and ink. It felt like he was looking back.
“Wow,” you whispered and leaned closer, eyes drinking him in; his powerful wings unfurling behind him, vast and dark, surrounded by claws. His cruel mouth was perfect. Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then drifting down to his lips.
You jerked back as if burned by fire. They had felt warm.
“You should not touch what is mine.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Husky and low as a growl. The candles flickered once then steadied. The hairs rose on your arms.
“Even after the warning… you still read. You still look. Touch.”
“Who—” you gasped, whirling around.
Shadows appeared in the corner of the room. swirling like ink dropped in water. A wind rolled through, even if the windows were shut. And then he was there, stepping from a black portal. Emrys.
Tall, unearthly, hair pitch-black, eyes too sharp to be human.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Gods... The drawing had not done him justice. He was taller, broader, more potent. His skin was a muted gray, his clothes black, blending seamlessly with the huge, clawed wings. A regal powerful body. Sharp cheekbones, pointy ears and a mouth that looked carved for cruelty.
Speechless and frozen, you watched as he approached, his booted feet making no sound on the Persian rug. The smell of him hit you next; a musky blend of night flowers, spice, and a masculine musk that went straight to your head. It made your knees weaken, your chest heaving.
“You were warned. Yet you opened the book. You read the inscription, studied my face. Foolish human.”
Your lips parted, but your tongue was a dry, useless thing in your mouth. Why were you frozen? Why couldn’t you command your legs to run? Was it him?
“It’s me,” he answered your silent panic. He moved closer, one clawed wing scraping along the floor, black and golden eyes roaming your face and body.
“Undo this right now,” you demanded, your voice stronger than you felt.
To your shock, he did. The invisible bonds holding you vanished and you jerked a little.
“There. Magic gone.” He gestured with his hands, a smile ghosting his mouth. “I’m surprised, though. I did not think you would come to me so soon."
“This is insane. People say you’re a myth.”
“People say many things. Humans have short memories and big mouths. That does not make me less real.” His gaze flicked to the open book, then back to your face. “You touched my Grimoire. You woke the binding. That is not a myth. That is a choice.”
“I did touch it and…I’m sorry.” You squared your shoulders. “But I certainly didn’t choose you.”
“You did. The moment you entered my castle, you accepted me,” he said simply, taking another step, forcing you back until the hard edge of the desk dug into your buttocks. Only a few inches separated you. “You were always meant to open my book.”
You chuckled, fingers curling against the rough oak. “You’re saying the most dangerous grimoire in the world simply allowed me to read it? That it opened for me? Wanted me?”
His smile vanished. Shadows appeared from around him, twisted and ropelike, moving in the air with a life of their own. More tendrils of living darkness seeped from the Grimoire itself, curling across you. Emrys spread his hands and caged you before you could flee, his palms slapping down on the desk on either side of your hips, his body leaning in close.
“No," he drawled against your lips. “I am saying I wanted you.”
So near. He was so near. Your eyes met his, vivid and fathomless as ink with golden flecks in them. Your pulse was in your throat, frantic, but not from fear. Something else was blooming under your ribs. Heat, hunger, a dangerous, thrilling kind of curiosity.
“And what happens now?” you asked boldly. There was no going back. You were caught. You’d storm through whatever happened. “You punish me for opening it?”
“Punish?” His claw traced the edge of the desk, so close that the air against your wrist prickled. The shadows followed the motion, trailing from his fingertip to wrap around your wrist. It felt warm and so soft and your whole body awoke in goosebumps.
“No, little thief. But I will claim what is mine. Curiosity has its price.”
His words coiled low in your belly, and you hated how much you ached for more. For the danger of the unknown. For him.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Emrys leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek, his scent warm, dizzying. The tendrils of shadow slid closer, higher. Two curling around your hands. Another, like a rope, slid up your calf, behind your knee, making you jolt. But the touch lingered, featherlight, fondling rather than grabbing.
“Oh, you do,” he murmured. “Your body already trembles for me. You don’t want to run. You want to stop thinking and succumb. You want me.”
He was right. You were trembling. A reaction you couldn’t suppress. Betrayal was in your own body, defying logic and causing heat to rise under your skin. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt, and there was that fluttering ache between your legs that left you raw and desperate.
“What say you, little thief?”
You exhaled and finally said, "I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
His lips came down to yours, hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You let go, your palms flattening against his hard chest, feeling his muscles contract as you kissed. Lips brushing and merging as if pulled by gravity.
Your noses nudged softly when he deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You responded, your own fingers sliding along the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his face to better claim his mouth.
Lost in the feel of you, Emrys devoured your lips, tasting and tasting, unable to have enough. He lifted you on the tall desk, pulled you harder against his chest, and breathed softly against your wet mouth.
"Open."
Your lips parted on a sigh and his tongue sank in, tracing the seam of your teeth before delving deeper. A soft sound left you before you surrendered completely, your tongues meeting in a hot, wet dance. Gently at first, then with a deeper rhythm before slowing to tender again.
Amid the frantic kiss, he laid you down on the surface, his shadow-ropes wrapping around your wrists, pulling them high above your head. Pinning them flat against the cool, carved wood of the desk.
More shadows snaked around your knees and calves, spreading your legs open just enough to make you aware of every hard inch of him pressing against you. Emrys kept kissing you, and you kept responding, your tongue tangling with his, your fingers clutching at his clothes, knuckles white.
Cold air touched you everywhere.
You’d been so drugged by the kisses that you didn’t realize he’d used his magic to remove your clothes. Every single stitch. You rested bare on the desk, nothing between your skin and him but the bonds of his shadows. They slid over you like silk, making you shiver.
Emrys pulled back from your swollen lips and stood between your spread legs, his wings arched behind him in a beautiful sweep. His eyes roamed over your naked body. He still couldn’t believe he had you. His mate, accepting him and his shadows, spread open like a feast for him.
Pouty, well-kissed lips, softly curved breasts, hard nipples, and the prettiest cunt weeping for him.
A snap of his fingers and he was naked too, huge and powerful. You gulped, your turn to stare. He was magnificent. A broad, sculpted chest, a chiseled stomach, thick thighs, and between them… your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Inhuman, thick, long and thickly veined, with a bulbous head dripping with pearly pre-cum.
But he didn't take you with it. Instead, he bent down and resumed kissing you, letting that monster shaft rest against your inner thigh, like a lonely beast. You wanted more. You wanted that crazy, huge cock buried inside you, stretching you, filling the void.
“So beautiful. Open and exposed for me,” he said against your lips, tongue flicking against yours. “You know you can still say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Heat… everywhere,” you gasped, the magic ropes feeling like his mouth, his hands on your skin. “Like you’re touching me in a hundred places at once.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want. You thinking only of me.“
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rubbed himself against you, his cock brushing your inner thigh. His wings adjusted, curling around the desk like a leathery curtain. Two new shadow-ropes slid up your belly, tracing your belly, then moved upward to the underside of your breasts. You moaned as they wrapped around them, pressing, lifting, jutting your nipples up.
“Hmnnnn… haaaa.”
Emrys suckled one delectable nipple, tongue teasing the tip hotly. Simultaneously, a shadow stroked and circled your other nipple, mimicking the action of his mouth before his lips moved to claim that one, too. Strong, veined hands brushed along your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted him, but stopping just short of your slick pussy.
“I… gods—” you moaned. “You’re… warm…please… hnn...”
“Say it,” he demanded and bit down gently on a taut nipple, just enough to make you squirm and cry out anew.
“You’re making me wet,” you blurted, pussy fluttering for his attention, for anything he would give you. “I need more. Please.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Again, he crushed his mouth to yours, lips meeting hotly, breaths teasing before his tongue thrust in your mouth. You whined into the kiss, pulling your tongue against his while more shadow-ropes neared your thighs.
Finally, came the hot touch slid between your pussy lips, sliding up and over you in a single stroke. A teasing circle that made you cry out in his mouth. Emrys drew back, watching as his shadows caressed you.
Ropes held your limbs, others worshipped your tits, two more playing with your cunt. Two shadow-tendrils spread your outer labia, baring your glistening hole to his eyes. A place to be fondled, suckled, kissed, and fucked.
Emrys lowered himself, his wings arching to accommodate the movement. He bent his head and brushed his lips to your slick folds, kissing your pussy lips the same way he’d kissed your mouth. You went frantic, your body awash with pleasure. But you could do nothing but take it as his tongue lashed out, lapping up your juices, flicking your clit, and growling against your flesh.
“There,” he murmured, lips kissing your folds, his nose nudging against your clit. “Mine. My pretty, dripping little cunt.”
Another shadow rope returned, the bulky tip nudging against your pussy while the ones curled around your legs shifted, tilting your hips up, presenting you fully to him. Emrys growled, the sound vibrating through your very bones as his hands settled under your ass, lifting you to his mouth.
“You’re trembling,” he said. “Both your heart and your cunt. Don't fear. Every shadow is a part of me. When they touch you, it is me, little one.”
“I'm not afraid! I want you to fuck me. You—the ropes—whatever—just… hnn!”
Your words were cut off when a shadow-rope thrust past your tight entrance at the same moment his mouth fastened on your clit. You cried out, already teetering on the edge of rapture. Emrys could tell and never changed the rhythm, the shadow-tendril pumping in and out of your pussy in perfect harmony with the suckling and lashing of his mouth and tongue.
All perfectly coordinated, giving your pussy their full attention while the rest of the tendrils caressed your hypersensitive body. Flicking your nipples, fondling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs. Your whole body sang under the multitude of touches, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in the most powerful, convulsing orgasm of your life.
“Do you belong to me?” he whispered against your dripping cunt, his now glistening lips forming a smile.
“Yes… yes, I do!” you muttered weakly. “All of me… yours!”
Another deep growl and his mouth returned to your clit, kissing the swollen bud before suckling it back into his hot mouth. You shattered again, thrashing in his hold without any hope of escape.
At the same time, a second shadow joined the one already fucking your pussy, squelching inside with all your wetness, both of them stretching you wide, opening you with shallow thrusts. The ones curled around your breasts kept flicking your nipples, this time with tiny pulses of magic that made your toes curl in the air.
The pleasure stacked, overlapped, became an unbearable continuous wave. Little aftershocks rocked over you, tears of bliss in your eyes. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. And yet Emrys kept going, pushing you further.
“Too much…” you sobbed, head thrashing. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, obscene sounds echoing as he lapped at your cunt in the silent library. “You’re built for this. Built to take everything I give you. Built to make a messy, pretty little puddle all over my desk.”
The shadows inside you pulsed harder, faster, until you were writhing against them, every nerve a live wire screaming his name. Emrys kissed around your swollen, well-used folds, around where two of his tendrils were fucking you deep, watching your pussy lips flutter and your clit throb as another peak rolled through you.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in awe.
Breaths stolen, you wiggled frantically, hands pulling against the shadow-ropes not to escape, but to anchor yourself. Emrys held you steady, his mouth licking your clit slower now, same with the shadows inside you, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. He watched you, he always did, then placed one last, tender kiss on your hypersensitive clit.
At his mental call, the shadows drew back. The living ropes squirmed in your pussy and slid out, dripping with your essence, leaving your body feeling empty and needy. You shivered as the other ropes restraining you released, and easily rolled you onto your stomach. Your ass was lifted into the air, your face pressed against the open pages of the Grimoire.
A soft whimper escaped you when the shadows returned, this time from the book, curling around your newly freed wrists, coiling firmly like velvet cuffs. Binding you to the Grimoire. Another set curled around your ankles, keeping your legs dangling on the edge of the desk and wide apart.
Emrys moved, the heat of his chest pressing against your sweaty back. He tugged your ass closer, his hands curving around your hips to pin you to the desk. He covered you from behind, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy, lubricating himself with your juices.
“Comfy?” he murmured, kissing along your spine. “You look ravishing, little thief. But if you don’t like it, I’ll release you. Say the word and it all ends.”
Your body arched involuntarily. “No, don’t! I want them. I want you. Like this.”
“I’m all yours, mate,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Feel me.”
And then came ultimate heat and pressure, the broad head of his cock pushing inside. Despite all the foreplay and stretching, he was too much. The sheer girth and depth he claimed as he pushed inside left you whimpering into the Grimoire.
Emrys groaned and his hand found the back of your neck, holding you steady as he stayed half-buried in your perfect, tight cunt. It was a feat; his whole body trembled with restraint. Your pleasure was his priority. So he waited, fingers teasing your nape.
“Easy. Breathe for me,” he purred and his shadows pulsed around you, teasing, pressing, stroking. Helping you relax and accept him.
You released a half sob, half moan. “Emrys—”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he sank another inch deeper, the stretch making you see stars. “I know it's a lot, beautiful. But you can take it. You can take all of me. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
A slight roll of his hips and you took more of him inside you. And that was how it went. Him pushing gently, steadily. And you gasping, moaning, crying out, waves of sensation rolling, building higher and higher.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against your skin, you broke all over again, your walls spasming wildly around the fat girth stretching them so tight.
Emrys growled, his hips drawing back, his cock slick and shiny with your juices before snapping back home with a wet, solid thud. He fucked you slow and tender, tracing his teeth and lips along your neck, murmuring, purring, praising, and dominating you all at once.
“Fuuuck… that’s it… so tight for me, so hot. Tremble for me… gasp for me… lose yourself in me, little thief… all of it… mine.”
The shadows pulsed in time with his movements, their rhythm pushing you back into him, your bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds that filled the quiet library. Emrys gradually doubled his pace, his hands clamping around your waist, wings flexing and pushing him even deeper inside you.
“Emrys… I… oh gods… I can’t… it’s too much—I’m gonna break—”
All the shadows uncoiled from you completely.
Freed of the bindings, Emrys turned you over in his strong arms, gathering you against his chest, your breasts pressed to the hot wall of his torso. He scooped you close, his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and kissed you hungrily, his cock impaling you right up.
You cried out into his lips and clung to him as he pounded up into you, this new angle making you feel even fuller, cockhead kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your lips merged frantically, breaths mingling, until you both exploded in a final, shattering release. Your convulsions milked him deep, jet after hot jet of his cum filling you up until it dribbled heavily out of your pussy and onto the floor below.
“It’s done,” he growled, his cock still spilling heat inside you. “Body and shadow. Heart and soul. You’re mine.”
“What… do you mean?” you whispered, dazed, trembling, body yielding in his embrace.
He kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your swollen lips. “You always were the only one who could touch my Grimoire. The only one who could survive my shadows. The only one who could survive me. You’re not just my little thief. You’re my fated mate.”
“Fated. Yours…” you trailed off with a small, satisfied smile.
“Yes…” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his, black shot with gold stars. “The only one who can open the Grimoire and love the monster who made it. The only one who can accept my shadows into her body.”
“I love the monster who made it,” you whispered. “And his shadows.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Say it while looking at me.”
“I love the monster,” you repeated, holding his gaze. “I love you. And your shadows.”
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the gold within was brighter. His hard mouth formed the most breathtaking smile. The shadows that had retreated now returned, curling gently around your arms and waist, stroking you with affection, massaging your tender spots.
“Hmmm, so soft…” you murmured, leaning into their caresses. “They touch me exactly where I need them to.”
“Because they’re yours now, too,” Emrys said, nuzzling your hair. “Extensions of me. Extensions of you. They will obey your command as easily as mine.“
You blinked. “But… I have no magic.”
He nudged your nose softly. “You didn’t. But the Grimoire has a way of rewriting truths. You’ll feel it soon when you want something, the shadows will answer, little thief.”
You pouted. “Don’t call me that. I didn’t steal anything.”
“Oh, but you did,” he rasped. “You stole my heart and now, I’ll be taking yours in return.”
