Summary: From the moment you’d set foot in his residence in the N109 Zone, Sylus had been suffering. Being around you always tested his restraint and control, but with the new addition of The Spatium Core’s energy thrumming through your veins, he was struggling to hold himself back. His self-disciple crumbles little by little, until finally his need to devour you in more ways than one takes over.
After you realize what’s been afflicting him in the wake of escaping the collision chamber, you decide to let him indulge his unquenchable thirst for you.
Alternatively summarized as Sylus progressively losing his mind over how delicious you smell during the Zoion Hunt, which is then followed by desperate, animalistic sex.
Word Count: 11.2k
Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence, blood/injury, explicit sexual content, animalistic behavior, obsessive behavior, size difference, rough sex
New Sylus oneshot is also up on Ao3 (with more specific tags)
Sylus saw red as the metallic tang of your blood filled the decrepit room. Figuratively and literally.
The withered hag was looking up at you with warring looks of regret and determination, her wrinkled, trembling hands wrapped tight around the handle of a smooth knife. It was so quiet that he could hear the steady drip, drip, drip of your blood hitting the floor, and for a few tense seconds, he could only watch the scene unfolding before him.
You, on the other hand, looked shocked. Part of him wanted to berate you for your naivety; in the N109 Zone, you couldn’t let your guard down around anyone. Not even feeble old women hiding out in abandoned buildings. But just as Sylus’ nature was to shoot first and ask questions later, yours was always to leap to the defense of the defenseless.
The fact that the old crone hadn’t been defenseless in this case was simply a… miscalculation.
Sylus’ less than stellar opinion of the old woman only worsened when she wrenched the knife free from your abdomen, your choked gasp breaking him out of his momentary stupor. “I– I didn’t mean to… I was trying to kill the Wanderer… you’re the one who got in the way!”
If he didn’t know any better, he would say the wench was lying. But the way her voice shook and her time-worn heart kicked up in her chest told him otherwise; she really was just a pitiful fool who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Zoion Hunt didn’t wait for the ordinary denizens of the Charon District to clear out before beginning. That the crone was still alive was a miracle in and of itself.
The knife fell from the woman’s hands as she backed up a step, at which point Sylus advanced forward. His imposing figure closing in sent the old woman scurrying for the front doors of the building, not once looking back to check if he was following her. As much as he wanted to physically rend her soul from her body, he had more important things to worry about.
Namely, you.
Your shallow intakes of breath were laced with pain, and as you attempted to stand straight to brace your hand on the shelf in front of you, your knees buckled. Sylus was there in a flash– catching you in his arms before you could hit the floor– and the sight of you suffering made him reconsider annihilating the culprit responsible. A tendril of blackish-red mist materialized behind the Onychinus leader as he willed it towards the fleeing woman, but your weak grip on his bicep tightened a fraction and stopped him.
“It’s not worth it,” you gritted through your teeth. Jerking your chin at the first-aid cabinet mounted to the wall, you managed to wheeze, “I need to take care of this before anything else.”
Sylus didn’t wait for you to protest; he supported the brunt of your weight and began walking you over to the ratty couch in the lobby of the building, all too amused by your attempts at digging your heels into the ground. Did you really think he would let you meander around with a gaping knife wound in your side? Please.
“Sylus, I can handle it, it’s not that bad– hey!”
As amusing as your independence was, now wasn’t the time for you to argue. Using his Evol, Sylus whisked you into the air by your arms, taking exceptional care to move you gently onto the sofa. He situated you across his lap, then extended his power over to the cabinet to fetch the first-aid kit. It landed beside him shortly thereafter– but since you were evidently unwilling to be outdone by him, you stubbornly snatched it and began thumbing at the latch.
After three failed attempts at opening it, Sylus sighed and shook his head. “You’ll break it if you keep doing that.”
“Whatever…”
“No need to show me your claws, kitten,” he mused with a smirk, sliding the kit out of your reach so he could take over. “You can save that for any more old ladies lurking around in the shadows.”
The huff of humorless laughter you let loose was strained thanks to the gaping wound in your side, so Sylus diligently got to work treating it. His movements were cautious and methodical– soft enough that you didn’t flinch or hiss– and after roughly three minutes of wiping away the blood, he moved to set down the ruddy cotton pads.
He froze, however, when he picked up on the scent that intermingled with your blood. It was power; raw, undiluted, and ever so alluring. That Aether Core you had absorbed had changed you on a molecular level, and from the moment you had walked into his house the day prior, Sylus had been doing his damndest to ignore the way it called to him. It was too tempting– too enchanting– and the effect it was having on him bordered on dangerous.
He was always in control of himself, but this? This was… uncharted territory.
Swallowing thickly, he was quick to toss the soiled cotton towards the edge of the couch and focus on plucking up the bottle of saline solution. He wasn’t nearly as mindful as he dumped a good amount over the fleshy bit of your skin, and Sylus noticed your brows draw together as you silently endured the stinging pain. Your eyes remained fixed on the ceiling all the while, which he couldn’t help but feel proud about.
You were a resilient little thing. You always had been, and he didn’t think you would ever stop impressing him. “Are you counting how many cables are up there?”
You shushed him lightly, drumming your fingers against his thigh. “Don’t interrupt me… I only got to twenty-seven.”
His smile was tight as he grabbed a roll of gauze from the box of medical supplies, the smell of your wound making rational thinking precariously difficult. It wasn’t your blood specifically that was giving him a hard time. Mostly it was the dissolved energy of the Spatium Core that resided within it now. It was unbelievably potent, and Sylus decided then and there that if you got injured again, he probably would let you handle it yourself.
He couldn’t begin to imagine what prolonged exposure to such a tantalizing aroma might do to him.
—
“Name your price. If I can afford it, then we have a deal.”
Sylus really wished you hadn’t said that. On one hand, the delivery of the comment back in the abandoned building had been lighthearted. A jest made in the midst of the total pandemonium that came with the Zoion Hunt. He always found the ease with which you adapted to stressful situations to be rather remarkable, and more often than not, your candor was amusing.
But every measured, controlled breath Sylus drew into his lungs was laced with your fragrant scent, and he was having a difficult time finding much of anything amusing at present. A repressed part of himself that he kept under lock and key when he was around you was quickly manifesting at the forefront of his mind against his will. Since he was currently trying to shake off the pursuers giving chase behind his stolen car, now really wasn’t the time for him to lose his inhibitions.
The lingering, phantom feeling of your forearm pinning itself to his throat was almost enough to distract him from the task at hand, but Sylus managed to keep his eyes trained on the road ahead as you leveled your gun out the window and fired off a quick succession of shots. You were pressed so close to him that the hair at the top of your head tickled his nose, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled another whiff of the potent, delicious Aether Core you had absorbed.
That was the only payment he could see fit to take from you. That was the only thing the beast within him yearned for.
But you were right about one thing; Sylus did want you to get stronger. As addictive as the Aether Core’s energy was, it suited you in a way that made his head fucking spin. He would never take it from you– would never dream of rending your soul from within you– but he couldn’t help but entertain the idea of a small taste.
If your blood and body as a whole emitted the alluring scent so easily, would the rest of you be the same? A choked laugh bubbled up in his throat, but thankfully it came out sounding more like a scoff.
The row of fluorescent lights lining the inside of the tunnel the two of you found yourselves traveling through whizzed by at rapid speed, creating something of a strobing effect as Sylus narrowed his eyes and pushed the Slyvernos to its limits. He was already putting the car through its paces– and he was none too pleased with the array of bullet holes that now decorated it– but there would be time to mourn the damage later. The EVER assailants recklessly pulled up alongside him, and Sylus heard you swear under your breath when your gun clicked harmlessly. It was a bold move that only served to brutalize the rare car further, but to buy you some time to reload, he swerved sideways to ram against the vehicle full of attackers.
Your hands slapped around blindly for the spare magazine near the center console, but the Onychinus leader beat you to the punch. He swiftly plucked it up from within the cup holder, pinching it between two fingers so you could eject the spent clip from your gun before sliding the new one in. “Need a change of perspective?”
Your brows furrowed at him questioningly, your flushed cheeks conveying your bewilderment well enough, so Sylus jerked his chin up towards the ceiling of the car at the same time he slammed his fist into the button that controlled the sunroof. The glass panel began to slide open, and without any hesitation, you sat up to hoist yourself through it. Watching you fight had no right to be so arousing, he thought to himself.
Sylus damn near crashed the fucking car when you perched your knee on his shoulder, though.
“I’m charging extra for this,” you purred coyly, the toned length of your thigh on full display in his periphery. The wickedly short skirt the Association had the gall to call a uniform was going to be the death of him, he realized.
Instinctively, Sylus wrapped his right arm around your leg to stabilize you, pressing your thigh against the side of his head as he took to steering with one hand. Shots rang out overhead as you unleashed an unforgiving attack with your twin pistols, the sound of tires screeching and glass shattering echoing throughout the tunnel. Sylus did his best to keep the car moving straight so you weren’t at risk of flying out of the sunroof, but you still found yourself leaning heavily into him. The smokey scent of gunpowder and car exhaust wasn’t strong enough to mask the smell of you– and between the Spatium Core you had absorbed and the natural sweetness you exuded, Sylus was quickly coming undone by your bewitching aroma.
The car remained steady as he dug his fingers into the bare skin of your thigh, turning his head ever so slightly so he could sigh hotly against your leg. Nails and teeth scraped against your flesh– the primal urge to bite taking root– but he refrained as he reminded himself where the two of you were. His cock twitched in his pants at the unique form of torture he was currently being subjected to.
An explosion shook the entirety of the tunnel, sending you diving for cover within the sanctity of the car once more. The animalistic fog that had been creeping into the edges of his vision vanished, but the mounting pressure between his legs persisted. Your windblown hair and dazzling smile made sure of that.
“Look at us,” you remarked proudly, holding up your fist to bump against his. “Sometimes I forget what a great team we make.”
Sylus shook his head and laughed, grinning smugly to himself as he took in your delectably unkempt appearance. “Then perhaps I should endeavor to remind you more often, sweetie.”
Your reply was interrupted by a bullet piercing through the back windshield, flying directly over your touching hands far too close for comfort. Sylus heard you gasp in alarm, but he only glared into the rearview mirror and whipped out his own sidearm. “Someone’s eager to die…”
It was your turn to gape at him as he threw open the driver’s side door and leaned out, firing off a few shots before his body transformed into a wraith-like mist that carried him on top of the assailant’s car. Sylus made short work of the enemy before returning to his place behind the wheel, complimenting your improvised driving as he picked up your forgotten milk tea from the cup holder.
Despite the utter chaos you found yourself fighting through, you smiled at him and wrapped your lips around the straw in a way that was way too sensual to be excused as an accident. Sylus narrowed his eyes as he watched your throat bob around a sip, and then you smacked your lips appreciatively. “Yummy. Has anyone ever told you that your driving stability needs some work?”
Grunting noncommittally, the silver haired man decided to focus his attention on the road ahead. If he didn’t, the discomfort between his legs would quickly teeter on the brink of becoming painful. “Any suggestions I don’t consider are filed under ‘never heard of it’. Besides, you managed well enough. You didn’t fall out of the car, did you?”
“Maybe because someone decided to hold me in place with his teeth.” Sylus pursed his lips guardedly, watching through the corner of his eye as you grazed your fingers over the spot he had nearly bitten down on. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.”
Desperate times, huh? That was a phrase for it. Sylus could only hope that his restraint lasted until the two of you saw your insane plan through to the end. Until then, he wasn’t particularly keen on losing control of himself and acting like a deranged lunatic.
Smothering his internal desires around you was difficult enough without the evidence of a powerful Aether Core intermingling with your natural scent.
—
By the time the car had come to a screeching halt within the epicenter of Charon, you had nearly finished your milk tea. Your contented sighs and lip smacking had done sorely little to quell the growing hunger in Sylus’ gut– his cravings for both the Spatium Core and you making his head feel heavy. It was a nuisance for him to feel so out of sorts. Ordinarily, he was the picture of confidence around you.
But that Aether Core you had absorbed was messing with his mind and his morals. The smell was driving him ballistic within the confines of the tiny Slyvernos. He yearned to taste it for himself, and part of him was all too willing to throw caution to the wind and indulge his craving here and now.
You hadn’t seemed to pick up on his rigidity, however, so Sylus prayed to the Gods that had forsaken him long ago to keep you oblivious to his inner turmoil. Either they had heard his pleas or you were actually just too comfortable to notice, because you kept your eyes trained out the window as you scanned your surroundings with your lips wrapped around that damn straw.
It was hard to tell given how trashed the entire area was, but your eyes landed on what could have once been a bakery. The windows were smashed– broken wood and bullet holes covering every inch of the scorched interior. Sylus had no idea what you were thinking, and the only sound that came from you was a loud, bubbling slurp as you polished off your drink.
“You didn’t actually go for a joy ride earlier, did you?” You muttered the question evenly, breaking the silence that filled the car. “I mean, it’s a total war zone out there. Where could you have gone?”
“I just grabbed a bite to eat,” he replied vaguely, but the teasing way he delivered the remark was telling enough. You turned to stare at him curiously, your jaw moving slowly as you chewed up a tapioca pearl, then narrowed your eyes.
You jerked your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the dilapidated bakery. “Where the hell did you manage to find a place still serving food in the middle of the Zoion Hunt? I’d be surprised if anything in Charon is left standing after this.”
The aroma of your newly absorbed Aether Core greeted his nostrils for the nth time today, and Sylus did his best to appear nonchalant in the face of the brutal torment. His crimson eyes fixed themselves on you pointedly as he explained, “I couldn’t get what I actually wanted, so I had to settle for the next best thing.”
He watched the cogs in your mind spin and click into place as you processed his flippant confession. You looked back outside at the wasteland surrounding the beat up vehicle, taking in the unnaturally quiet streets. There were no Hunt participants in this part of the district at the moment, nor were there any other threats looming around in the shadows. Sylus had made sure of that.
Aside from not wanting you to run into any unnecessary trouble earlier, he’d been in desperate need of staving off his hunger for you. His efforts weren’t doing him any good at present, though. If anything, it had only made things worse. The meager Wanderers he had dealt with were nowhere near as appetizing as you were.
“Ah, I was wondering why my job seemed so easy earlier…” Instead of disgust or fear appearing on your face, Sylus was pleasantly surprised when you quirked a brow at him playfully. “So, how were the Wanderers? Delicious? Finger-licking good?”
The question made him scowl. Thinking about the sour, earthy taste of the pitiful Protocores he had absorbed was hardly something he recalled with any fondness. Especially not when he was currently seated next to the most delectable soul to grace the planet. Sylus watched as you failed to fight your knowing grin, and the frown tugging at his lips deepened. “They were so unpalatable that it’s not even funny.”
“Aw,” you drawled mockingly, shaking your empty cup of milk tea in his face. “Poor little Sylus couldn’t get a tasty treat. I don’t know how I never realized it before, but you’re kind of a picky eater, aren’t you?”
“I have my preferences,” he conceded with a casual wave of his hand. Huffing out a laugh, you polished off the last few drops of your drink before sticking the empty container in the cup holder, then double checked your pistols with professional diligence. All the while, Sylus’ right eye flared to life– the Aether Core he possessed zeroing in on the power coursing through your veins.
The biggest, baddest Wanderer in existence could fall gift wrapped at his feet, and still Sylus knew that he only had his sights set on one thing. There was only one, singular entity in this entire cursed world that he hoped to sink his teeth into.
She just so happened to be sitting right beside him, none the wiser to his growing appetite for her.
—
It didn’t surprise you in the slightest that you were starting to remember everything. After all, it had been your great idea to head into Charon in search of answers. There was exposure therapy, and then there was imitating a traumatic moment from someone’s past and making them live through it a second time. Dimitri trapping you in the collision chamber hadn’t brought back your memories so much as it had smothered you with them.
Sylus knew it would take time for you to sift through it all, and he vowed to do everything within his power to offer clarity when it was needed. Now was one of those moments as he listened to you recount the hazy memory of the two of you fighting for your lives in the interstellar arena. It all seemed like a distant, fictional dream to you, but Sylus’ bitter expression intensifying as you spoke told you that what you had seen was true. What did he remember from your shared past? Would he tell you if you asked?
Now wasn’t the time, though. He looked upset in the wake of hearing about the two of you being made to fight to the death as children, so you wisely cut the discussion short by gingerly placing your hand against his cheek.
“We’re pretty special, huh?”
Entering his space so suddenly seemed to overwhelm Sylus’ senses. His head instinctively leaned into your touch in a bid to chase the feeling, his nostrils flaring briefly before his eyes darkened. It was a curious reaction, made even more so when his gaze fell to your throat.
“You are,” he murmured gruffly. The arm he had wrapped around your waist tightened a fraction, pulling you closer so that your chest was flush to his. It had never escaped your notice that ever since you’d met Sylus, you somehow fit him like a glove. The soft parts of you meshed perfectly with the harder parts of him. He was the missing piece of your soul that slotted into place with stunning ease– as if some inherent sliver of your consciousness knew you belonged with him.
You knew he would never make that choice for you, though. Sylus had always patiently waited for you to come to him on your terms, and even if he wanted more like you assumed he did, he would never force the issue. It was a heartwarming quality of his that just endeared you to him more.
“You’ve always been there.” Your wispy voice drew his attention away from your neck, and you felt his heart stumble through your touching chests when you swept your thumb affectionately over his cheekbone. “Back then before I came to the Research Center, and then afterwards when you helped me escape. You stayed here all this time because of me, didn’t you?”
“I see modesty is still a foreign concept to you,” he teased. But his husky tone betrayed just how true your accusation was.
“Modesty, manners, poise– I never have to worry about those things when I’m with you. You’re Sylus. When we’re together, I can just be myself.”
“So you’re implying that I condone naughty kittens who kick me under the table and steal my belongings?” Sylus dexterously reached up to the other hand you had braced against his shoulder, plucking the biometric key from the Research Center out of your loose grip and waggling it in your face for emphasis. “You’re awfully comfortable misbehaving around me. I don’t know if I should be proud or offended.”
You rolled your eyes before unconsciously glancing at his mouth, and Sylus’ small smirk evaporated like smoke. The look on his face was positively, utterly, undeniably hungry. Your half-lidded eyes and wine-flushed cheeks seemed to nullify his higher brain power, and when your lips parted around a soft exhale, Sylus swallowed thickly. The ravenous glint in his eyes reminded you of how he had looked in the car earlier after almost biting you.
You were grossly curious to discover what he was thinking. What did he want?
Sylus was an expert at goading people into sating their more selfish desires. But now, faced with the prospect of indulging his own? He seemed indecisive. It was almost like he was afraid to find out what came next for the two of you, and you already knew he wouldn’t dare to toe the line and run the risk of crossing your boundaries.
So, you decided to take the initiative.
It felt like time was moving in slow motion as you gingerly rested your forehead against his. You could see every streak of color in his irises and the subtle way his pupils dilated. You could see the rosy hue on his cheeks– left over from either the wine or put there because of you. Most prudent of all were the innermost thoughts you could practically see reflected in his eyes. While you didn’t have power like his that clued you in on a person’s desires, Sylus depicted his plainly on his face.
When your lips captured his, there was no resistance. Instantly you melted into him, your entire body going slack as relief and desire twined together in your very soul. You moaned into the kiss, your arms coiling around the back of his neck so you could get closer, and Sylus swallowed up the tiny sound greedily. His hands delved under your shirt, raking up the length of your spine as he eagerly drank in the feeling of your smooth skin beneath his palms, and when his nails scratched lightly at the areas beneath your shoulder blades, you hissed softly and arched into him.
Pulling back to pant against his lips, the expression on your face was one that sealed his fate. “Sylus…”
He was gone.
Sylus dove back in too fast for you to track, and your startled gasp was smothered by his tongue sweeping through your mouth. The taste of him– God– it was stronger than any aphrodisiac and more powerful than any weapon. It was intoxicating. The fervor with which he kissed you led you to believe that he couldn’t get enough, and you were inclined to agree. You wanted more, and you hoped against all odds that Sylus felt similarly.
His body moved of its own accord as he stood from his chair, leaving one arm wrapped around your waist while the other gripped the underside of your ass. Relieved that he was on the same page as you, you quickly hooked your ankles together around his narrow hips– squeezing him so tight that an animalistic sound reverberated from deep within his chest. He broke away from the kiss at the same time he started for the staircase, grinning sanctimoniously when he caught sight of the dazed expression you bore.
“I like that look on your face, kitten,” Sylus rumbled. The hand on your back slid up to your neck, pressing your head against his shoulder so your throat was within reach of his lips. He had been fixated on that spot from the moment you’d woken up earlier– constantly glancing at it while wetting his lips– and you felt arousal pooling in your gut when he finally made contact with it. He peppered light kisses against your thundering pulse, nipping softly at your skin as he began his ascent to the upstairs bedroom, and you mewled all the while. “What other faces can you show me?”
“All sorts,” your airy voice set the man’s blood alight in his veins, and Sylus tightened his hold on you as he moved faster up the steps. “What do you want, Sylus?”
“All of you.”
Your fingers dug into his back in response, and the next thing you knew, he was kicking open the door to his bedroom. The familiar sight of his private space created a new sense of urgency that drove him forward quicker– wisps of his Evol darting out behind him to shut the door so he wouldn’t have to waste time on such a trivial task. After all, he had more important matters to attend to.
The instant your back hit the mattress, Sylus’ lips were on yours again. His hands were demanding as he trailed them under your shirt, cupping your breasts and kneading the mounds with dizzying possession. He groaned when you released his neck to yank insistently at his belt, pulling his hips against yours with force that spoke volumes of your true strength.
Like him, you were powerful. You were sure of yourself and never hesitated to use the tools at your disposal to get what you wanted, and Sylus chuckled darkly as he took note of the needy glint in your eyes.
“You’re a force of nature,” he found himself saying once he had pulled away to haul your shirt over your head. Your hair fanned out around you like a halo when you settled back against the bed, and Sylus obeyed his body’s desire to briefly card through the soft strands. “You’re capable of so much more than you know, and I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.”
Sylus snuck his Evol under your sides to release the hooks of your bra, taking care to remove that article of clothing with more finesse than he had with your top. The cool air of the bedroom had your nipples hardening before his very eyes, and as though he was spurred forward by an inaudible siren’s song, Sylus ducked down to latch his lips around one of the peaks. He rolled the bud between his teeth, laving his tongue over it a heartbeat later, and he was rewarded with the sound of your moans ricocheting off the walls of the room.
It felt sublime. His hands, his mouth, his strength– all of it being dedicated solely to you was amplifying the lust coursing through your veins.
“Y-You’ll be there to pull me back from the edge, right?” You raked your fingers through the shorter strands of hair at the nape of his neck, prompting him to fix those burning red eyes on you through his lashes. “Like before? I don’t want to lose control.”
Sylus smirked before burying his face between your breasts, licking and mouthing his way up your sternum on his way back to your lips. The kiss seared you from the inside out, and your wanton moan of pleasure made him shudder and shift his hips. Evidently he was as wound up as you were. “Always,” he murmured into your mouth. “I’ll help you get used to wielding devastating power. It’s something of a speciality of mine.”
Instead of voicing your appreciation, you opted to coil your mischievous fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling the material up enough to expose the muscled expanse of his stomach. Ever the courteous gentleman, Sylus obliged your silent demand and sat back on his haunches to rip the attire off and discard it to the floor. His belt went next, and he got as far as unzipping his pants to offer himself some reprieve before pausing and narrowing his eyes at your skirt.
Surely he wasn’t going to strip you bare and leave himself clothed, right?
“Hey, that’s not fai– ah!” Your objection was silenced by Sylus hauling your skirt down your legs in one swift motion. The bottom half of your Hunter uniform was haphazardly thrown over his shoulder as though he found it somehow offensive, and then his long, skillful fingers were ghosting over the wet spot saturating your panties. Something akin to a growl sounded at the back of his throat when he got close enough to scent you, and it took every ounce of self-control you possessed not to visibly shudder.
He looked gluttonous. You found it hard to believe that your dampening sex could singlehandedly put a look like that on his face. Moreover, there was a manic glint in his eyes that had you regarding him with faint concern.
His control was still there, if only barely.
Sylus seemed to force himself to take his time lifting your underwear to the side, his hands shaking with restraint in a way that proved your assumption that he was losing his damn mind. A strand of moisture stretched between the fabric and your glistening folds, the palpable heat emanating from you prompting the Onychinus leader to inhale deeply. Whether it was to smell you again or to calm himself down, you didn’t know, but it didn’t seem to quell the fire burning in his eyes.
Sylus, on the other hand, wanted to cover the entirety of your cunt with his mouth and drink up every last drop of your arousal. He wanted to plunge his tongue so deep inside of you that his jaw would ache and the taste of you would be seared into his memory for the rest of his life. He wanted to hear you crying out his name over and over again like a prayer, your every thought revolving around him and him alone as he gave you over two decades worth of pent-up, carnal pleasure.
Sylus wanted everything you had to offer, and when he glanced up at you for your consent, he was met with a shaky dip of your chin.
“Y-You don’t have to,” you muttered shyly, feeling incredibly exposed on the receiving end of his bestial stare. Without your shirt in the way, you could see the flush staining your cheeks stretching down your neck to reach your chest, and the sight of you so thoroughly wound up almost made Sylus’ legs give out. God, he was actually losing it. You cleared your throat and shook the bewilderment from your mind as you nervously added, “I know some people don’t like doing… that.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, kitten, I’m not just anyone.” With newfound fervor, Sylus sensually slid your panties down your outstretched legs. He was quick to dispose of them over the side of the bed so his hands were free to stop you from clenching your knees together. That only served to make you whimper– a sound that seemed to please Sylus to no end. Gently, he pushed your legs apart and lowered himself onto his stomach, never once looking away from your lust-dark eyes as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. “I think I’ve made it clear that I have refined taste. If I don’t like something, I won’t eat it.”
Oh, God–
Without waiting for your reply, Sylus flattened his tongue against you to lick a broad, heavy stripe up your slit, collecting an obscene amount of your wetness on his tongue in one go. Your back arched off the bed when he lingered over your clit to apply cruel, addicting pressure there, and Sylus’ eyes fluttered shut at the thrill your potent taste imbued him with.
“S-Sylus,” you gasped breathlessly.
His hum of acknowledgement was the only sign he gave to confirm he’d heard you. He had only just started to sate his selfish cravings for you, and he had no plans to stop now. Brazenly and without restraint, Sylus covered the entirety of your cunt with his mouth, lapping and licking and sucking at whatever parts of you he came across. You were beyond soaked. The copious amounts of slick seeping from you created a symphony of sinful noises against his lips, and Sylus groaned unabashedly before hitching his knee up the bed to grind against the covers.
His self-control was slipping– escaping through his fingers like sand despite his best efforts– and the sight of him coming undone against you almost made you pass out. It was an unholy scene. Absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt the most immoral thing you had ever seen in your life, and you relished in it.
Your hands flew into his hair when he tongued over your clit again, your fingers clenching around fistfuls of the silvery locs so you could hold him in place. He almost laughed, and you were sure if he could speak, he would tell you that he had no intention of going anywhere. But even so, he let you force more of yourself into his mouth, his tongue delving inside your quivering walls at the same time his nose pressed against your clit.
“Oh, God, Sylus–” you cried out, unconsciously bucking your hips against his face. His crimson eyes cracked open to find your expression contorting into one of pure rapture, your bottom lip clenched bruisingly between your teeth. “Feels– feels so good.”
Sylus feasted upon you like a man starved. Your clit was trapped tight beneath his nose, the sensitive nub sliding and catching against the tip repetitively as he moved his jaw to dig deeper inside of you. If he were physically capable of reaching all the way to your heart, you knew he would. It was like he was trying to consume every inch of you– his groans of satisfaction deluding you into thinking that you tasted good. It was obvious he was deriving some kind of bizarre, personal pleasure from fusing his mouth to your cunt.
The intensity of his movements increased in the wake another throaty moan sounding from him, and before long, your own noises turned shakier and needier. Your wet, pulsing walls clenched hopelessly around his tongue, your climax looming before you temptingly, and Sylus’ fingers digging into your thighs told you that he was well aware of how close you were. Your pleasure was his pleasure, and he was all too eager to have you falling apart with his mouth sealed to your most intimate place.
His nails bit into your skin as he pressed more of himself against your cunt and began shifting his head from side to side. The action drew more moans and cries of his name from your lips, your legs quaking as the pressure mounting in your gut reached its peak, and Sylus let loose a shaky laugh. He knew he had you right where he wanted you.
“Sylus, I– I–” you stammered brainlessly, his ministrations persisting despite your writhing. “I can’t–”
His voice was ragged– all guttural as he pulled away just enough to utter, “You will.”
Your grip on his hair tightened so aggressively that it had to sting. Your shapely thighs on either side of his head suddenly squeezed together and smothered him completely– trapping him so fiercely that if you had any ability to dwell on it, you would worry about suffocating him. Sylus hardly seemed to mind as he groaned wantonly, your raspy cries of his name prompting his gaze to land on you once again. Through the lustful fog clouding your mind, you could see his control over himself diminishing into the abyss.
Only once he felt your muscles relax did Sylus release your legs and sit up, watching unblinkingly as your chest rose and fell with panted breaths. He drank in the sight of you greedily, licking the remnants of your arousal from his lips as something dark and possessive overtook his handsome features. It wasn’t until you noticed his right eye beginning to glow that you realized just how frantic Sylus actually was.
That was when it dawned on you. The Spatium Core. Sylus had been plainly affected by it from the moment you’d let yourself into his house days earlier. Knocking back liquor, his ceaseless comments about food and eating.
The fact that he had bitten you in the car.
The addition of the new Aether Core in your body was driving him to devour you– possibly in more ways than one.
Before you could sit up and question him about your hypothesis, his Evol lashed out with wicked precision. You were still relatively boneless against the bed– your legs about as sturdy as a newborn fawns– so when the cold, silky tendrils of his power wrapped around your waist to flip you over, you were unable to stop it. Your startled yelp was cut short when your face connected with the mattress, the duvet cover muffling your voice. By the time you had pushed yourself onto your elbows, Sylus was already straddling your legs from behind and raking his nails up your bare back.
His touch was domineering. The pressure from his fingers pressing into your spine stilled your movements, and you blearily looked at him from over your shoulder. “Sylus, how badly is the Spatium Core affecting you?”
“Bad,” he growled, sounding so far removed from himself that it made your stomach lurch. “It’s intoxicating. You were already ravishing enough on your own, but that extra energy… you’re irresistible, kitten.”
Shit. “Sylus, you can’t eat me. You don’t have my permission.”
Well, he couldn’t eat your soul. Other parts of you, though… you wouldn’t mind if he ate those again.
Sylus inhaled sharply through his nose, the incessant touching against your back halting as he warred with his own mind for the right thing to say. You weren’t afraid of him per se, but you were worried that he was losing himself to his hunger. If it came down to it, you would beat the sense back into him. He would thank you for it later down the line, and knowing Sylus, he would probably enjoy it.
“I have no intention of eating you in that regard, sweetie,” Sylus purred, running his palms up the curve of your spine so he could wrap his large, burning hands around your shoulders. The way he dwarfed you so completely had you rethinking your assumption that you could beat much of anything into him. Something about him in this state seemed stronger– albeit in a rash, uncontrollable way.
It had no right to be so arousing. The poor man was clearly suffering under the effects of some second-hand high thanks to your absorption of a second Aether Core. This was a delicate situation– you needed to think with your head, not your loins.
With his hands possessively curled over your shoulders, Sylus leaned in so he could bury his nose directly against your throat, sucking in a deep breath that made him shudder against you. His pants were still on, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the way his cock twitched against your lower back. “What… what are you feeling, exactly?”
“Too much,” he murmured vaguely, his warm breath fanning across your clammy skin. “I just know I want more of you. Your taste, your touch– I want to know if I can feel your power the same way I can smell it.”
Sylus moved his hands then, one skirting around your front to grip your chin, and the other delving lower to wrap around one of your breasts. The precarious position he had you in left you entirely at his mercy. There was no way for you to move and nowhere for you to go. That fact was emphasized heavily when the imposing man angled your face towards him, kissing you from over your shoulder while the hand against your breast took to toying with your nipple. You couldn’t stop the shaky sigh you expelled from your lungs in response to his touch, selfishly wanting more despite knowing that Sylus wasn’t necessarily in his right mind.
His mouth moved against yours with bruising strength, wringing tiny, breathless little noises from you as he drank his fill once more. When he pulled away with a gentle nip against your bottom lip, you had to dredge up the dwindling remnants of your willpower to ask, “Are you in any pain?”
“No.” He moved back so he could bite softly at your shoulder, more of his weight settling against the backs of your thighs. “Just… restless.”
“Should we stop?” The last thing you wanted was for Sylus to do anything he would lament over. Whatever strange rut he had fallen into wouldn’t last forever, and if you could spare him the humiliation of waking up later full of regret, you would. As badly as you wanted to keep going with him, you wouldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to.
That was only if he was coherent enough to refuse, though. There was nothing you could do if his baser urges had nullified his higher thinking completely. You didn’t think you could stop him from taking what he wanted from you.
In all honesty, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to stop him.
In the wake of your memories returning to you, your affections for the crime lord had grown out of control. How you had spent so much time without him by your side, you didn’t know, nor did you want to revisit that way of living.
“Do you want to stop?” Sylus’ voice was garbled– as if just proposing the counter-offer was difficult for him. He meant it, though. You knew that if you told him yes, he would find a way to back off and sequester himself away in a dark room for however long it took for his blood to cool. Even in the midst of dealing with what you could tangibly discern as a painful hard-on, Sylus would hit the brakes and make himself scarce– if that was what you wanted.
But you didn’t want that. Not in the slightest.
It had the potential to turn disastrous, but you swallowed around the growing lump in your throat and whispered, “No. I want this with you, Sylus. But only if you’re comfortable with it.”
You heard and felt his airy laugh against your shoulder, his lips curling into a wicked grin before he moved to perch his chin in the crook of your neck. The hand he held your face with tightened immeasurably further, and then he was angling your head to the side so he could return to his earlier task of scenting your throat. Around a rumbling growl, Sylus murmured, “I’m more than comfortable with it, sweetie. But you should know that I won’t hold back. Not after I’ve waited this long to have you.”
“Good,” you sighed when you felt his tongue dart out to lave against your pulse. “I don’t want you to hold back. Give me everything, Sylus. I want you.”
His reaction to your verbal consent was a physical thing. Sylus groaned and rocked his hips down into your lower body, his fingers digging sharply into your jaw and breast for a split second before letting you go. He had to climb off of you to shed his pants and his briefs– at which point you shamelessly watched from over your shoulder as the long, hard, throbbing length of him was fully revealed. You were so turned on– so unbelievably aroused by everything he had done and said up until now– that just the mere sight of his oozing length had heat building in your core once more. The precum pearling at the head of his cock glinted against the dim overhead lighting, and you found yourself unconsciously licking your lips.
“Can… can I taste you?”
Sylus froze– his hand still outstretched over the side of the bed where he had dropped his clothes. His pupils dilated so severely that only a sliver of red was showing, and his momentary shock was quickly masked with a conniving smirk. “You can do whatever you want, kitten.”
The low, silky tone he spoke with only worsened the ache between your thighs, but you ignored it in favor of scrambling onto your hands and knees so you could crawl over to him. He met you halfway on the mattress and sat back on his haunches– not quite kneeling and not quite standing– but his taller frame still loomed over you. Without giving yourself time to second guess your impulsive decision, you gripped his cock in your smaller hand and swiped your thumb over the swollen head, smearing around the whitish liquid so abruptly that Sylus hissed through his teeth.
You chanced a wary glance up at him out of fear that you had done something wrong, but his flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes painted a different picture. “Don’t stop now, kitten. I’m fine.”
With your confidence steadily growing, you kept your eyes on his, opened your mouth, and blindly guided him home. Not looking at what you were doing resulted in the wet, leaking tip sliding against your bottom lip, but your tongue darted out to lick up the mess before curling around the violently red head of Sylus’ insane length.
It was a strange flavor, though not altogether unpleasant. Salty– maybe even a little tangy– but the almost sweet aftertaste that graced your tastebuds prompted you to seal your lips around him and suck in search of more.
Above you, Sylus groaned at the stimulation. His hands appeared against your scalp to card through the pieces of your hair that had fallen into your face, and he helpfully pulled them back before wrapping his fingers around the strands. It wasn’t an overbearing grip in the slightest, but it did give him the control he needed to gently push your head down a little farther. “That’s it– keep doing that, kitten. It feels incredible.”
Spurred on by his praise, you hummed and took to working your hands over the parts of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The more you rubbed and licked him, the more his precum spread across your tongue. You didn’t taste anything like what he’d described your flavor as, but the way he groaned and twitched in your mouth did imbue you with a unique kind of power.
He was putty in your hands– completely at your mercy. The noises escaping him coupled with the way he twitched every time you pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside of his shaft was addicting in its own right.
The realization made you grow bolder, and in a desperate attempt to get more of a rise out of him, you sank down deeper and stuffed your mouth with as much of his length as you physically could. His hold on your hair tightened to the point where it started to sting, but you ignored the wordless warning and kept descending until you felt the head of his cock bump against the back of your throat.
“Shit– don’t– don’t force yourself, sweetie–”
What had he said before? About suggestions not worth considering? That they were filed under the ‘never heard of it’ category?
It seemed fitting to borrow that philosophy now.
You had to squeeze your eyes shut to fend off the threat of tears as you swallowed around his tip. The urge to pull off was strong, but your desire to bring Sylus to his knees was stronger. You held out for a few seconds, repeating the motion over and over and over until he was choking out gasps of your name. His head fell back at the same time a wanton groan ripped from his chest, and when you elected to voice your amusement in the form of another hum, Sylus’ hips twitched forward.
“Damn– unless you want this to end with me jammed down your throat, you’ll quit while you’re ahead.”
The fact that his words hardly registered as a threat should have scared you. It should have made you shiver and look up at him with pleading eyes, because the thought of his girth stretching your esophagus open was daunting and liable to end in serious discomfort. But for some unfathomable reason, it only amplified the arousal curling in your gut. You wanted him to use you for his pleasure– to push you to the base of his cock with his fingers buried in your hair. The imagery was vivid in your mind, and when you peered up at Sylus through your lashes, he was already staring at you.
And he saw your unspoken desires plain as day.
“Very naughty, kitten. You’re full of surprises,” he purred around a half-smirk, looking equal parts stunned and excited by your innermost thoughts. Just when you assumed he would indulge your fantasy, he was pulling you off of his cock by your hair in one fell swoop, saliva and precum stretching between your lips and his now glistening shaft. “Another time, maybe. As enticing as your mouth is, my plans don’t include cutting the fun short buried in your throat.”
Your sudden intake of breath was shaky and hoarse, and you had barely managed to catch your breath before Sylus was kissing you again. The force of his lips against yours aided him in pushing you down against the bed, one of his arms coiling around your waist to keep the movement controlled and steady. The moment your back was flush with the covers, Sylus pulled back to take in the full breadth of your appearance, his chest rising and falling rapidly as carnal hunger flickered across his face.
You had never been looked at like that before– like you were the most crucial thing Sylus had ever set eyes on. The sheer longing that rolled off of him in waves was making you dizzy, and instead of shielding yourself from his piercing gaze like modesty demanded, you let your hands fall above your head in an act of complete submission. “How do you want me?”
The way he visibly shuddered seemed to shake the very walls of the bedroom. His cock– arched, solid, and leaking all over itself– twitched in response to your brazen move. Sylus shot forward faster than you could track, caging you between his sculpted arms at the same time he used his knees to knock your legs apart. He wedged them under your ass, the position pushing your lower half off of the mattress as your legs naturally hitched over his thighs, and the angle allowed for the long, thick length of him to settle directly against your wet, messy folds.
“Just like this,” he growled huskily. “I want your eyes on me at all times. Think you can manage that, kitten?”
God. You would certainly try.
Sylus shifted his hips back so the red, swollen tip of his cock was pressed against your hole, and he stayed there with infuriating stillness long enough that you started to whimper. It was torture to feel him looming at your entrance– the pressure placed there acting as a promise and a threat– but you weren’t about to back out now. Not after the man above you had lit such a tumultuous fire in your veins.
Just before you had the chance to urge him forward out loud, Sylus was moving. He planted one hand on your hip while the other gripped your thigh, and then slowly– carefully– he was feeding his length into you. The initial stretch trapped your breath in your lungs, the mind-boggling size of him making you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle a choked groan, and Sylus’ eyes never wavered away from where you swallowed him up. It seemed to physically pain him to move so cautiously, but his hunger for you couldn’t overshadow his awareness of how tight you were, so he mercifully took his time.
Once he had fully bottomed out in your pulsing core, his hands tightened at the same time he growled. “Fuck, sweetie, you feel…”
“S’big,” you hissed, eyes narrowing at the ceiling before you remembered Sylus’ instructions. You looked back at him, nearly winded when you saw how flushed his cheeks were and how dramatically his chest heaved with the deep breaths he sucked down. “Y-You can move. Just… just be nice to me.”
Sylus needed no further encouragement. He leaned forward, keeping his one hand on your hip while the other began trailing up your torso. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple, the stimulation making you gasp softly, and the man took that as his cue to begin moving. It was all slow, measured grinding at first– the thickness of his cock stretching you out more and more while his pelvis rubbed gently against your clit. It was perfect. It was exactly the sort of thing to help you acclimate further, and your hand blindly came to rest over the one Sylus had splayed over your breast.
“Show me how you like having them touched, kitten,” Sylus murmured huskily. He lifted his appendage from beneath yours to switch their positions, pressing your own palm to your chest to guide you. “How do you play with them when you’re alone? What do you like?”
Your vision was hazy as you blinked up at him, blood rushing into your cheeks at the sinful line of questioning. You were well past the point of being embarrassed, though. Slowly, as if your arms were weighed down by shackles, you answered him by ghosting your hand over your own flesh. Pinching your nipple, you rolled it lightly between your index finger and thumb, pulling at it delicately every so often until it hardened into a stiff bud. Every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body that made you mewl, and it wasn’t until Sylus began withdrawing his hips slightly that you realized you weren’t nearly as tight around him anymore.
“That’s it,” he cooed in that deep, velvety voice of his. “Keep purring for me, kitten. You’re doing great.”
Sylus inched his cock back into you, the slide made all too easy thanks to the wetness seeping from your center. You continued to fondle your breast all the while, eventually deciding to give your other one the same treatment, and the sight of you shamelessly playing with yourself pulled a gravely moan from the crime lord.
It also prompted him to jerk his hips forward harder, punching the air from your lungs and causing your spine to arch off the bed. “Sylu– ah!”
The abrupt pressure against your insides was laced with toe-curling pleasure. Sylus had struck something perfectly when he’d moved– something that made your blood boil and caused your vision to flash white. He knew it, too. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and after waiting a moment to ensure that you weren’t in any pain, he did it again.
Your hands flew away from your breasts to fist into the sheets, a hot spike of arousal shooting through your body as a gaudy moan ripped from your throat. The sound of your blood rushing in your ears couldn’t overshadow Sylus’ self-satisfied chuckle, and he leaned forward more until he was draped over you completely. The closer proximity forced your legs apart on either side of his waist, spreading you open so obscenely that if he chose to look down, he would see every inch of your wet, pulsing cunt with utmost clarity.
Red eyes bored down on you– Sylus’ handsome face only a few inches away from yours– and he flashed you a smirk that reminded you far too much of the one he had given you all those months ago when you’d snuck into his room.
It was conniving. Predatory.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulled his hips back before ramming them against your ass, his cock hitting you so deep and so precisely that you wailed his name. He struck that spongy spot with such accuracy and force that your mouth unconsciously fell open and stayed open, a litany of brainless noises spilling from your lips.
“I don’t know what’s better,” he grunted around another maddening plunge of his cock. “The way you taste, the way you feel, or the way you sound. You’re a vision, kitten– I can’t get enough of it.”
Unable to formulate a response, you were left entirely at Sylus’ mercy when he gripped your chin and angled your head to the side, mouthing hotly against your throat as he set a demanding pace. The power he exerted with each jerk of his hips would have driven you up the mattress if his weight wasn’t pinning you in place. All of it left you reeling– every last one of your senses overcome with Sylus.
The feeling of him made your skin blister with heat. The spicy, smokey scent of him made your mind go numb. The only part of him you could see at present was his broad, muscled shoulder flexing as his elbow dug into the bed to lend more vigor to his thrusts. The sounds he was making against your neck– fuck– they were guttural, feral, and sacrilegious. He was wholly and completely lost to the ecstasy your body granted him, and you knew then and there that you would forever be addicted to it.
A sudden, stinging pressure broke through the fog clouding your mind when he bit down on the curve of your shoulder. It was hard enough that you moaned– the sound equal parts pained and aroused– and Sylus abandoned his hold on your chin to slap around the bed blindly until he found your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, he pinned the appendage beside your head, digging his nails into the back of your hand as a shudder rolled over him.
It was too much. You’d never been so turned on in your entire life.
“S-Sylus– Sylus, I’m–”
His tongue darted out to lave over the bite repetitively, leaving you to wonder if he’d actually broken the skin in his determined quest to taste the Spatium Core’s energy thrumming through your veins. He pulled back only slightly, just enough to mutter into the crook of your neck, “So good… you’re so good, kitten. Don’t hold back– use me.”
The tension mounting in your gut reached new heights in response to his demand. You were so close to the edge that you couldn’t think about anything else. All you cared to focus on was the way Sylus’ cock hammered into your sweet spot, the way he bit fervently at your flesh, the way his strong, powerful body moved over yours. It was a bestial display that would come back to haunt your dreams every night until you ceased to exist. Some primitive desire to merge your being with his came over you then, and you found yourself rolling your limp head sideways so you could seek out your target.
Sylus was too busy feasting on you to take notice, but when you leaned up to sink your teeth into the flushed patch of skin between his neck and shoulder, he bellowed– so loud and so fiercely that the coil in the pit of your stomach became painfully taut.
Every last one of his muscles tensed for a heartbeat. Then, with renewed stamina, he increased his pace impossibly further. He pounded into you with alarming speed, causing you to bite down on him harder as airy moans tumbled from your abused throat. You had to be delusional, because it felt like his cock had gotten bigger, the thickness of it threatening to split you open as he rutted frantically against you.
Unable to hold on any longer, your teeth fell away from his neck. “Sylus– ah!” Your voice tapered off into a breathless wheeze when he wound his free arm under your back, crushing you to his chest with proprietorial strength that kept you locked in place beneath him. You couldn’t move at all– could barely breath through the overwhelming tension that festered and grew in your lower gut. You were close, and you wanted to dive headfirst over the edge like your life depended on it.
“Please,” you croaked around hiccuping sobs. “Please, Sylus, please, please–”
He growled, then squeezed you to him so tightly that you could practically feel the outline of his cock spearing into you. Sylus gave you everything he had with unrelenting efficiency, crushing your hand against the bed as he all but bent you in half in his apparent pursuit to fuck the life out of you. You tried to rut back into his thrusts as your climax started to creep in, but you only succeeded in writhing against his chest, his hold on you so absolute that attempting to move was pointless.
It didn’t matter. As he pistoned his cock into you with speed that bordered on inhuman, you reached that blissful, alluring peak. You screamed Sylus’ name as pure rapture overtook your body, your cunt tightening around his length like a vice and forcing his thrusts to turn shallow as you sucked him in harshly.
“Fuck–” Sylus’ shaky exhale fanned across the column of your throat, and he pulled back to watch as you came undone against him, never once letting up the intensity of his movements. His positively luminescent red eyes scorched you all the way down to your very soul, and upon glimpsing your blissfully fucked-out face, he groaned, kissed you, and let himself follow you over the edge as he burrowed deep.
Your keening mewls were swallowed up by his mouth as he ground into you, pumping every last drop of his spend into your fluttering walls. It was a surreal feeling; hot and wet, accompanied by the squelching of moist skin rubbing against moist skin. You couldn’t help but sigh contentedly as you melted into a puddle of boneless limbs against the mattress, and after shakily grinding against you a few more times, Sylus let his full weight settle over you.
You gave him a few seconds to catch his breath, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling from over his shoulder. After a while though, you wiggled fruitlessly. Not only was he ridiculously tall, but he was heavier than he looked. “Sylus, I can’t breathe.”
“Five minutes,” he murmured against your neck, then nestled his head deeper into your marred skin.
“You’ll crush me to death in five minutes,” you shoved at his shoulder as you groused. Unsurprisingly, you failed to move him, and he stubbornly stayed put. “You’re worse than a toddler, I swear…”
Adding further credibility to the remark, Sylus snaked his arms under the small of your back, hugging you closer to him as he shamelessly burrowed his face harder into the crevice of your neck. It was as if he was trying to fuse his body together with yours– he was never going to let you go at this rate. Rolling your eyes, you relented to his clingy behavior and wrapped your own arms around his torso. His back was slick with sweat, and as you took to lightly tracing shapes against his spine with your nails, you noticed that he was trembling slightly. “Are you feeling alright?”
Sylus hummed thoughtfully, brushing his lips against the tender spot beside your throat he had sunk his teeth into previously. “More than alright… but I will admit, I don’t think one taste was nearly enough to satisfy me. I could stand to whet my appetite with you again, and again, and again…”
You felt his tongue dart out to lave against your skin, and despite being physically and mentally exhausted after the events of the last few days, when arousal began to fester in your gut once more, you couldn’t help but welcome it. “Will there be anything left of me by the time you’re ‘full’?”
“Of course. You should know by now that I’m remarkably skilled at making good things last, kitten.” Sylus drew back to gaze down at you, the playful glint in his eyes speaking volumes of his intentions.
He wasn’t done with you– not by a longshot. But after a lifetime of waiting to find yourself back in his arms, you had no intention of denying yourself what you truly desired.
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