ElleRora

☆ ⋆｡ 𖦹 °‧ Everyday is Sylus’s day ₊˚⊹ ♡ 𐙚 Writer | MDNI | Age 25↑ X : @elle_rora

[ellerora]

GREEDY WISH | SYLUS

"Hold the cake still for me, kitten," Sylus growled, his lips brushing against your stomach.

"If you keep moving like that, the candles will blow out before I've decided on my birthday wish."

You straddled Sylus's lap with shaky knees, his back against the headboard.

Your thighs trembled as you lifted your hips, struggling to keep the cake steady while he slowly dragged your soaked panties down your legs, revealing how dripping wet you were.

Cool air swept across your dripping pussy, making your arousal drip down your inner thighs. Now completely bare, you offered yourself to his hungry gaze, letting him devour every glistening inch of you.

His thick cock stood rock hard beneath you, the swollen head leaking so much precum it dripped down his length, smearing hot and slick against your trembling inner thigh.

Sylus glanced at the clock behind you, then returned his gaze to your face with a slow, wicked smirk.

"Still plenty of time before midnight," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "Why don't you decide what I should wish for this year, sweetie?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, annoyed that he was clearly enjoying this. After biting your lip, you mumbled, faceburning with embarrassment.

"…I want you to wish to suck my tits tonight."

Sylus hummed lowly, a dangerous smirk on his lips. He scooped more cream and smeared it thickly over both your nipples until they glistened.

Then he raised his eyebrows, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"Mmm… should I?" he whispered, leaning in so close his hot breath ghosted over your aching peaks, making you arch desperately. You were sure he was about to suck them deep and hard. Your breath caught in anticipation.

But he didn't.

Instead, he tortured you with only the tip of his tongue, drawing slow, agonizing circles around each stiff bud. He refused to give you the hard suction you desperately craved.

Every time you whimpered and pushed your chest forward, he pulled back just enough to leave you aching and desperate.

"But I already suck these tits whenever I want," he whispered teasingly, against your glistening nipple. "I can play with them, squeeze them, bury my face in them anytime I like…"

The cool cream and hot saliva made your nipples throb. The sweetness chilled on your skin until he snapped his tongue against the sensitive point in one sharp electric flick.

He pulled away immediately to blow a hot teasing breath over the damp peaks, a smug smirk on his face as he watched you shiver and ache for more.

"I'm not sure that's special enough for my birthday wish, sweetheart." His eyes darkened with dangerous pleasure. "You're going to have to tempt me with something much better than that."

Your breath hitched as he dragged the remaining thick cream down your body in a slow, sticky trail, painting a messy line from your breasts, over your stomach, and stopping just right above your swollen clit.

"Stop teasing me already," you hissed, voice trembling with frustration. "You already know what I want. Stop acting like you don't."

A low chuckle escaped him as his large hand seized your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh while he pulled you closer to his mouth.

He dragged his nose slowly down your stomach, groaning deeply as he inhaled your scent. His thick fingers, dripping with a silk of white cream, sank deep into your soaked cunt, curling to massage that sweet spot with long, teasing drags, again and again.

Every deliberate stroke pushed you closer to the edge, leaving your body shaking and twitching with unbearable pleasure.

"So you think I'm teasing you?" Sylus murmured, lips curving into a slow smirk.

Without warning, he hooked your right knee over his broad shoulder, spreading you wide open. You fought to keep the cake steady in your shaking hands, body dangerously off balance, breath coming in quick, desperate pants.

"Instead of complaining, kitten…" Sylus whispered, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He bit down with just enough pressure to make you gasp sharply. "Why don't you be a little more honest with your husband?"

Sylus continued biting your trembling thigh, each bite followed by his hot tongue soothing the fresh mark with slow, deliberate licks.

He trailed his lips torturously higher until his hot breath teased your soaked folds, hovering so close to your dripping pussy that you could feel every exhale. You whimpered loudly, the needy sound spilling shamelessly from your throat.

Finally, after torturing you for several long seconds, he flicked the very tip of his tongue over your swollen, aching clit. Just one cruel, teasing lick that made your whole body jerk.

"Come on…" he purred, eyes locked on yours with dark, hungry intent as he stared up at you. "I know you can be bolder than that. Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to wish for tonight."

Your entire body jolted hard. A loud, broken whimper tore from your throat and turned into a needy cry. The cake wobbled dangerously in your trembling hands, nearly slipping from your grip.

Your back arched sharply as your hips bucked desperately toward his mouth, your pussy clenching hard and gushing slick down your thighs.

"Please… Sylus…" you sobbed, your whole body trembling.

"Please what, sweetie?" His voice was gentle but insistent. "You know I need to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want my birthday wish to be."

You took a shaky breath, voice breaking with desperation.

"I want you to wish to fuck me hard and deep… like you're trying to get me pregnant." Your words spilled out, raw and needy. "I want you to wish to think about nothing but me. Fill me with your cum, pump me full, and don't stop until I'm overflowing with it. I need all of you… please."

Something in Sylus snapped.

His fingers dug hard into your hips, hard enough to leave marks, as a deep feral growl escaped him. He yanked you down in one brutal thrust, driving his thick pulsing cock deep into your core. You gasped loudly, voice breaking, as he stretched you open with his thick length.

Sylus snatched the cake from your hands and tossed it onto the nightstand. The plate clattered as the flames swayed dangerously.

In one swift motion, he laid you down on the bed and moved between your spread legs. His powerful body hovered over you, crimson eyes burning into yours without breaking away.

He started fucking you deep and fast, completely obsessed with you. Every smooth, urgent thrust drove him deep into you with desperate need, pressing firmly against the deepest part of you with each eager roll of his hips.

His breathing came quick and ragged as he claimed you completely, like he could never get enough of you, like he would never stop wanting you.

Your hand gripped the edge of the nightstand as the bed rocked hard with every deep thrust. The birthday candle wobbled and flickered wildly.

Sylus reached for your hand, intertwining his left hand with yours, and gripped it tightly.

His wedding ring dug into your skin with desperate possession, silently begging you to feel how completely he belonged to you. He had never taken it off, not even once, since the day he vowed himself to you. 

His eyes flashed with raw hunger. With one deep, shuddering breath, he blew out all the candles at once.

The room fell into darkness.

"That's more like it." He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes burning with raw obsession. "My wife finally being more honest. Finally being more greedy for her husband."

Sylus drove even deeper, grinding relentlessly to claim every inch of you, as if he wanted to sink under your skin and stay there forever.

Slowly, the rhythm shifted. The thrusts stayed deep and heavy, but they became deliberate. Each one was a slow, crushing weight that made his body tremble with the sheer force of needing you.

He wasn't just taking. He was worshiping.

He looked at you as if you were his entire world and the only thing keeping him alive.

"This is the greatest birthday wish I could ever ask for," he whispered, forehead still pressed to yours, his voice dropping into a rough growl, heavy with raw emotion.

In the depths of the shadows, his crimson eyes shimmered with a terrifying, beautiful devotion just for you.

"The only wish I'll ever need. For the rest of my life."

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tw: @elle_rora

[ellerora]

ON HIS KNEES | SYLUS

Sylus doesn't kneel for anyone except you. Both knees on the floor. Mouth already on you. Hand working himself fast. "Don't look away." He means it.

{ Sylus x fem!reader | masturbation, he touches himself, pussy drunk | smut, nsfw, 18+ }

Note: English isn't my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡

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Sylus doesn't kneel for anyone. Not for gods, not for empires, not for death. The world kneels for him.

Except you.

Just you. Only ever you. His other half. The one exception to everything he has ever been. The single person in this world who could bring the most dangerous man alive to his knees without asking.

Like right now.

His mouth is already on you. Both knees on the floor, face buried deep between your thighs, devouring your dripping cunt like a man starved.

From down here, Sylus has a perfect view of everything. He watches with burning eyes, drinking in every detail. The way your thighs spread wide over the armrests. The way your breasts bounce heavily with each panting breath above him, wetness already coating his chin.

His gaze never leaves your face, locked onto every expression as he works his mouth on you. He savors every warm, steady drop of your arousal dripping onto his tongue, like your body already knows exactly who it belongs to.

"Sylus, please... slowly... I can't... I really can't."

Both your hands pull his hair, yanking hard enough to hurt. Sylus groans like it's the best pain he's ever felt.

His free hand strokes his thick, aching cock hard and fast, thumb grinding relentlessly over the swollen head. He milks more sticky precum from his throbbing length while your sweet juices pour onto his tongue and slide down his throat.

This view. This specific view of you right before you fall apart.

This is what ruins him. This is what always ruins him. This is what he gets on his knees for.

And he knows it.

He fucking loves it.

Your thighs try to close on instinct, your head arching back as a broken sob catches in your throat. You can't take this anymore. But his hand stops you instantly, roughly pressing your thighs back open and keeping you spread wide for him. He refuses to let you hide even for a second while he continues devouring you.

"Don't look away, kitten," Sylus breathes against you. "Keep looking at me while I make you cum."

His hand moves faster. His whole arm shaking.

"You're making me cum too," he groans against your wetness, voice completely gone. "Just by looking at me like that."

His eyes stay locked on yours.

"So keep looking at me."

Your blurry eyes meet his as you spread your thighs wider, offering him everything. The moment you open up, the sound of his mouth against your slick pussy changes instantly.

Spreading for him gave him more of you and completely broke him. Now you hear exactly how starving he is. Loud slurps and greedy licks slap wetly against your clit as his tongue fucks deep into you with raw, breathless need.

Your hand flies to your breast, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh as you squeeze hard. You can feel your orgasm rushing toward you fast and overwhelming, and you desperately need something to hold onto.

Your other hand yanks his hair even harder, pulling his face tightly against your dripping heat as you tremble desperately, right on the edge of falling apart all over his face.

You're going to cum. Sylus can taste exactly how close you are.

The orgasm slams into you like a brutal tidal wave. Sylus devours you through every brutal wave of your orgasm, his burning eyes never once leaving your face. His tongue never stops, never slows, relentlessly fucking and sucking your pulsing cunt as you thrash and sob from the overwhelming pleasure.

He refuses to pull away even for a second. He was never going to stop until he’d drained every last drop of your hot, messy release straight down his throat.

And then Sylus breaks completely. Rough and completely unguarded, his groan pressed deep and messy into your inner thigh while his whole body shudders through every wave without trying to stop any of it.

His cock throbs hard and spills and spills thick and warm over his hand. The release crashes through him all at once after holding back for so long through every orgasm of yours, and after watching you fall apart on his tongue the entire time.

His hands are shaking.

They never shake.

They're shaking now.

Only you have ever done that.

"Much better, sweetie?" he murmured against your skin, voice wrecked and low. He knew exactly what the last time had done to your back. Knowing exactly why he put you here tonight.

"Yes," you breathe, and your fingers find his silver hair and start petting, unhurried and gentle, a reward without saying it's a reward.

Sylus knows immediately and it makes him crazy in a way he will think about long after tonight is over.

"Was that okay for you?" you whisper. "You were on your knees the whole time."

Sylus looks up at you from the floor. Face flushed, chin wet, still panting hard enough that his shoulders are still moving with it.

That grin spreads slow. Dark and completely drunk on you.

His tongue finds you again, lapping through your twitching aftershocks. Sylus is nowhere near done with you, and right now the sweet taste of your cum dripping onto his tongue is exactly where he wants to stay.

"Trust me, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin. "I'm exactly where I want to be."

For this angle.

For your face to look down at him like that.

Yes. This is exactly where he wants to be.

Both knees on the floor. He was already here.

Just for you.

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tw: @elle_rora

[ellerora]

STILL WRONG. SAY IT. | SYLUS

Six months of marriage and you still call him Sylus. Tonight he's buried inside you and refusing to move until you call him something else.

{ Sylus x fem!reader | orgasm denial, edging, evol sex | smut, nsfw, 18+ }

Note: English isn't my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡

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Sylus fucks up into you so hard every thrust drives you back into his chest and fills you so deep it feels like your body was always supposed to be his.

You're on his lap, back pinned against his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs. His hands own your hips. Your hands grip his thighs behind you, nails breaking skin, needing something to hold onto while he takes you apart.

"Sylus, please, I'm gonna cum, keep going, I'm already so—" you gasp, hips chasing what he keeps controlling away from you. Your pussy is soaking him, squeezing him, begging him in the only way it knows how.

But he stops.

No warning. Just stops. Buried so deep you can feel him in your stomach and not moving even a fraction while your body falls apart trying to make him. Sylus feels every clench, every pulse, every desperate squeeze and still doesn't move.

"Wrong."

"What?" You can barely breathe the word out.

"Wrong name, kitten." His voice is soft and devastating against your ear. His lips brush just below it, gentle and almost sweet, and you feel him throb deep inside you, thick and unhurried and completely in control.

"Try again."

"Sylus, what are you—bastard!"

The black-red mist doesn't ask permission. Tendrils wrap around your wrists, pulling your arms back and crossing them behind you. More coils around your thighs, spreading your legs impossibly wide, locking them in place.

You pull against it. Nothing.

"Bastard, hah?" His voice is warm and terribly amused. "What a cute name you've given me."

His teeth graze your neck, then his lips press soft and sweet against the same spot like an apology that isn't one. "But still wrong, sweetie. Starts with my. I think you know exactly what comes next."

You watch his fingers slide between your thighs, gathering your wetness with quiet satisfaction, coating them slow and thorough.

He brings his hands up slowly, trailing them over your stomach, up between your breasts, leaving glistening paths that feel like claim marks.

"See how wet you are for me?" Sylus murmurs it against your ear like a fact, like he's just making sure you know it too. His slick fingers find your nipples and he circles them with your own wetness, unhurried, one slow revolution at a time.

"I can do this all night while you think of the right answer. Take all the time you need, sweetie."

He means it. That's the worst part.

The slow circles are unbearable. Each one pulls sensation straight down to where you're clenching around just his tip, desperate, getting nothing. You watch his fingers move and feel yourself getting wetter and think distantly that you should be embarrassed and aren't.

His fingers drift up. Stop just above your nipples. Hovering. You watch them. Hold your breath.

Both come down at once. Press onto the peaks. Still. Not moving. Just weight and warmth and the maddening absence of friction while your body screams underneath his hands.

The pressure without movement is its own kind of torture. You can see everything from here. His fingertips resting perfectly still on your peaked nipples. Your own trembling. His cock barely inside you, just the tip, just enough to feel empty. Yourself red and swollen and dripping and on display.

"Ah... ah... my god... ah!"

Sylus pinches. Both at once. Hard enough to make your vision white.

Your head slams back against his shoulder. You gush. Feel it drip. Feel the orgasm coil fast and vicious from just that, just one pinch, just his fingers and his cruelty and nothing else.

"Absolutely not." A kiss to your jaw. Soft. Almost sweet. His fingers twist at the same time, cruel and deliberate, and the contrast between his mouth and his hands makes you shake so hard you can barely breathe. "Think harder, sweetheart."

Panting. Trembling.

This is only the first warning.

There will be more and you both know it.

Both fingers pull back and then just. Flick. Barely there. Light as nothing. Making you lose your mind completely.

You watch your nipples quiver under his touch. Watch his cock twitch when your pussy clenches desperately around his tip. He settles into a rhythm neither of you asked for, slow and soft, each featherlight flick making your nipples tremble while your whole body winds tighter.

"So responsive." He sounds pleased. Deeply, terribly pleased. "Look how hard they are. Look how they ache for me."

You're already looking. Can't stop. Each flick sends sparks to your clit, faster and faster, building with nowhere to go. Each tiny tremor makes your pussy flutter. You can see yourself getting wetter, coating the little of him that's inside you, and you know he can feel it and you know he's not going to give you anything for it.

You try to think what he wants. The answer has to be simple. It has to be right there. But his fingers won't let you think and his cock won't let you breathe and you're so close you're shaking.

"My... ah... my love?" Barely a whisper. Eyes closed because you can't watch anymore.

Everything stops.

"Warmer." Soft. Almost gentle.

Hope rises so fast it makes you dizzy. Maybe. Maybe that's—

"But still wrong, sweetheart."

The hope crashes. Both fingers pinch. Harder than before. Twisting in opposite directions while you gasp and clench and drip.

Sylus starts moving you. Just barely. An inch down, an inch up, slow and deliberate, letting you watch every tiny push and pull. The mist holds you perfectly suspended so you can see everything happening to you and do nothing about any of it. His cock barely inside you. Your pussy desperate around it. Never enough.

Each small movement makes it worse. The orgasm is right there, building, coiling, but it needs depth to break and he's giving you nothing. Nothing but this careful shallow torture that keeps you right on the edge and going nowhere.

"I don't know what you want!" you sob. You still don't know what word he wants. Can't think. Can't breathe properly. Can only feel the desperate clench of your pussy around his tip and the need for him to fill you and let you cum and end this.

"Yes you do, kitten." His mouth finds your neck while you fall apart. Bites down, then his lips seal over it and suck deep like he wants to leave a mark. "You know exactly what I want to hear. You've always known."

Sylus moves you faster. Still shallow. Still withholding. The rapid tiny thrusts make your pussy clench desperately around him, orgasm building somewhere deep and unreachable.

So close. So fucking close. But you can't cum like this. You need him deep. Need all of him. Need it the way you need air.

"My husband." The words tear out of you desperate and broken. "My husband, my husband, please, I can't take this anymore, I need you deep, my husband, please—"

The mist releases all at once. Your arms fall, legs free, body suddenly yours again and trembling with it.

His patience breaks completely.

Sylus pulls you off his cock and shoves you forward, face into the mattress, hips yanked up. His palm flattens between your shoulder blades and pins you there, down and open and unable to move.

He doesn't wait. Starts fucking you immediately, hard and deep, the headboard slamming rhythm against the wall. The angle from behind reaches deeper than anything before it, hitting places that make you sob into the sheets.

His hands grip your hips like he'll never let go, burying himself completely inside you, finally, perfectly, exactly what you've been begging for this whole time.

You feel everything with excruciating clarity. The sweat from his chest dripping onto your back. Every muscle in him working to give you more, deeper, harder. The room full of skin and sound and the wet obscene evidence of how badly you needed this.

"Yes, I'm your husband." His fingers move faster. His thrusts drive deeper. "Cum for me, my wife. Cum for your husband."

The orgasm breaks like a wave that's been building for hours. Because it has. White hot pleasure tearing through every nerve ending, your whole body convulsing, your pussy clamping down and rippling in waves you can't control.

You scream into the sheets and gush and feel it drip down your thighs and feel it soak the sheets beneath you. Sylus follows seconds later, burying himself so deep you feel him against your cervix and staying there.

His cock swells and pulses and floods you with wave after wave of heat. Ropes of cum filling you completely, so much, more than you can hold. You feel every throb. Every pulse. Every wave.

A shudder rolls through his entire body. A groan tears from his throat like something he couldn't hold back.

"My wife. My dearest wife." Whispered against your neck like a prayer. His hips roll slow and deep, pressing it deeper. "Finally. Finally you called me your husband."

Aftershocks ripple through you endlessly, your pussy fluttering and milking every last drop. Sylus collapses onto you, all of him, pinning you completely, both of you gasping and slick and wrecked.

His heart hammers against your spine. His breath hot at your neck. His cock still buried inside you, twitching softly, keeping you warm and full. His cum leaking out slow and thick around where he's still deep inside you.

Silence stretches between you, long and heavy and warm.

You process what just happened. Then you shove him. No hesitation.

"Seriously?! You tortured me just to make me call you my husband?!"

"Oh, come on." His grin presses warm against your shoulder. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy every single second of that."

Sylus pulls out slowly, carefully, and you whimper anyway at the drag and the emptiness that follows. His cum trickles warm and thick down your thighs. He watches it happen with quiet satisfaction.

He rolls you toward him like you weigh nothing, pulling you against his chest, arm locking around your waist like you might try to escape. You won't. You're too wrecked to move.

Sylus takes your left hand without asking. Brings it between you. His lips find your wedding ring and press there, warm and reverent and still.

"This ring means you're my wife." He murmurs it against your finger like a vow he's repeating. "I've been saying that since the day I put it on you. Every single day without fail."

His lips move to the band again. Then Sylus parts them and takes your ring finger into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue tracing the edge. It's the most tender thing he's done all night. Quiet and deliberate and it makes your chest do something complicated.

He releases your finger with a soft wet pop.

"And now I've heard it back." His arm tightens slowly. "My wife called me her husband. Worth everything."

"...I fucking hate you," you mumble. Meaning none of it. "Don't you ever do something like that again, you ridiculous idiot husband."

You turn your face away before he can see whatever expression is on it right now.

Silence.

Complete silence.

Sylus watches the back of your head and chuckles softly to himself.

Because his wife just called him her idiot husband and he is absolutely already hard again. And he can't wait to see her expression when she finds out.

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tw: @elle_rora

[ellerora]

VOWS ON THE STAIRS | SYLUS

It was your wedding night. Sylus didn't let you reach the bedroom. The stairs were as far as you got—on your hands and knees on the fucking steps.

{ Sylus x fem!reader | stairs sex | smut, nsfw, 18+ }

Note: English isn't my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡

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"Sylus… hah… wait—it's too much… I can't—"

Sylus couldn't wait another second, not tonight. Not when you were finally, completely, legally, irrevocably his wife.

Your fingers clawed desperately at the marble railing, slipping, failing, fighting to keep from sliding down the steps. The cold stone burned against your knees as his relentless thrusts from behind drove you forward, your body jolting with every powerful snap of his hips that buried his thick cock deep. Each movement pushed you closer to losing your balance.

Second round. You'd barely survived the first. Your body was still trembling and clenching from the devastating orgasm he'd torn from you only minutes ago, and he wasn't slowing down. You'd had sex with him before. Many times. But tonight was different. Too much. Too intense. Like he'd been waiting for THIS moment.

Your beautiful white bridal gown was still bunched around your waist. Your soaked panties, drenched from his tongue and your earlier release, hung from one ankle, shaking with every brutal snap of his hips like a white flag of surrender.

"Do you know… how long I've waited to call you this?" Sylus panted raggedly against your ear, his voice trembling, his face burning red with emotion too big to contain. "…before I could finally…finally… call you my wife?"

He was still mostly dressed, too rushed to take everything off. Tuxedo jacket still on, slightly rumpled now. White shirt untucked. Pants barely unzipped, just enough to free his cock and bury inside you. The belt buckle struck your ass with every thrust, expensive fabric scraping your inner thighs. Scraping. Burning.

His left hand, the one wearing the wedding ring, slid from your hip to your breast. Sylus cupped the soft, heavy flesh, fingers digging in possessively, kneading roughly as your breast bounced violently with each thrust. He groaned low and deep at the weight of it in his palm, at the way it moved.

"So perfect," he growled, squeezing hard. "These tits. My wife. Mine. All fucking mine."

He found your nipple, already hard and swollen, oversensitive from being scraped against cold marble. He rolled the peaked bud roughly between his fingers, tugging and twisting until you whimpered, then pinched it hard. Pain and pleasure exploded through you. You cried out, back arching so hard your spine screamed, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock.

Then Sylus pressed his wedding ring directly against the peak. Ground it down.

"Ah!"

The freezing ring scraped and twisted against your burning nipple, the sharp edge biting into sensitive skin as he worked it in deliberate circles. Pressing. Grinding. The cold burned worse than heat. Your body jerked violently between pulling away and pushing closer, not knowing what you wanted, just knowing you needed more.

Your nipple throbbed under the assault, pleasure and pain mixing until you couldn't tell them apart, until you couldn't breathe through the overwhelming sensation. You felt every ridge of the ring, like he was trying to stamp the words directly into your skin, into your breast, into your heart. Like the ring itself needed to scream mine mine MINE.

This angle let him drive impossibly deeper. His cock hit something inside you that made white sparks explode behind your eyelids, made your mouth fall open on a silent scream. Your pussy clenched around him so tight he hissed through his teeth, the sound sharp and pained and pleased all at once.

"Fuck. You feel—so fucking tight—" Sylus couldn't finish. Just groaned instead, face buried in your neck. 

"My wife."

He growled it directly into your ear, teeth sinking into your bare shoulder hard enough to leave deep crescents. His hips slammed into your ass. The sound, skin on skin, wet and obscene and loud, echoed through the empty mansion.

"My wife. My wife. My dearest wife."

Each thrust drove deeper with growing brutality. You felt every inch of him, every ridge, every pulse as he dragged along your inner walls, striking that devastating spot that shattered coherent thought and forced a sharp cry from your lungs. Your last high heel flew off, clattering down the stairs.

Your breasts bounced violently against the cold marble steps, crushed between unforgiving stone and his merciless ring. Nipples scraped raw against marble. The dual sensations of freezing stone below and icy metal above, combined with his cock pounding into you from behind, shattered what little remained of your sanity.

"Fuck. Fuck." His voice broke completely. "You feel too good. Too perfect for me. I'm going to—"

His hips stuttered. Lost their steady rhythm. Became erratic. Desperate. Needy.

"Tell me..." He gasped against your neck. "Tell me I'm yours. Your husband. Please. I need to hear you say it when I—"

"You are mine," you sobbed, finding strength you didn't know you had left. "You're mine, Sylus. My husband. Only mine. Forever—"

He came.

Hard. Violently. Buried so deep inside you that you felt him hit your cervix. You felt his cock throb. Felt him pulse. Felt the warmth of him filling you impossibly full, his cum spilling into you, marking you from the inside out in the most primal way possible. Claiming you. Breeding you. Making you completely, irrevocably his.

You collapsed. Face pressed into cold stone. Gasping. Shaking. Your pussy still clenching weakly around him, still rippling with aftershocks, his cum warm inside you.

"Do you want another round?"

Sylus stilled completely. Cock buried to the hilt inside you, still thick, still hard despite just coming, still throbbing, but not moving. Holding you right on the edge. Not letting you fall over.

"Please, say it" His ring-hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up, cold metal pressing against your burning cheek, forcing you to meet his crimson eyes over your shoulder.

"Say 'I do.' Say it like you said it at the wedding. Like you're giving yourself to me all over again."

His voice broke on the last word. But this time, it wasn’t commanding, it was begging.

"Yes... Sylus... yes... I do..." You could barely whisper it. Voice wrecked from screaming, but you meant it—God, you meant it.

Something in his expression shattered and reformed simultaneously. Like hearing you say it broke him in the best possible way.

"Thank you," he murmured, and kissed your temple with devastating gentleness. "Thank you for accepting me as your husband."

"Because once you give yourself to me..." His voice was promise and devotion all tangled together. "...I won't give you back. Ever. You're mine now. Legally. Spiritually. Physically."

His hips rolled slightly, just enough movement to make his cock shift inside you, still half-hard, his cum leaking out around where you were joined.

To remind you how deep he was. How completely he filled you. How you could feel him still pulsing weakly inside you. Your pussy clenched weakly in response, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

"And tonight..." Another small thrust that made you gasp.

"I'm going to call you 'my wife'..." His hips snapped up more firmly, punctuating his words. "...every single time my cock thrusts into you."

You felt him hardening again inside you. Already.

"All night long..." Another thrust, stronger, harder. "...until my voice breaks... until I can't speak anymore... until the only sound in this mansion is me calling you 'wife', over and over, because I've waited too fucking long to stop now."

His words made your pussy clench around him despite your exhaustion, despite the oversensitivity, despite everything, somehow still wanting more.

And your wedding night?

Your wedding night had only just fucking begun.

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tw: @elle_rora

[ellerora]

HIS NOSE, HIS TONGUE, YOUR SILENCE | SYLUS

You stopped talking. So Sylus found another way to make you scream—using his nose and tongue.

{ Sylus x fem!reader | eating out | smut, nsfw, 18+ }

Note: English isn't my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡

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"Are you really not going to speak to me, sweetie?"

Hah. So now he wanted to talk?

You didn't move. Lying flat on the silk sheets, eyes locked on your phone, you added perfume and expensive dresses to your shopping cart one by one, treating the man in the doorway as if he were nothing more than thin air.

Sylus hadn't answered your calls all day. Not once. You'd stared at your phone for hours, watching messages sit on delivered, watching calls ring out into nothing.

He'd left you completely alone. And now he expected you to just open your mouth and talk to him? As if nothing happened?

Bastard.

"I'm sorry." His voice rumbled low. "No signal where I was."

Silence was your answer. Click. Lingerie. Click. Heels. The steady rhythm of notifications draining his black card was the only response he'd get. Petty? Maybe. Satisfying? Absolutely.

"Fine. If that's how you want it."

Something in his voice shifted. Dropped. Became something quieter and far more dangerous and the temperature in the room changed entirely.

The bed dipped. Your breath caught, but you forced your eyes to stay locked on the screen. You scrolled faster, thumb moving with false purpose as the mattress groaned under his weight. You felt him crawl closer, felt the heat of his body approaching like a coming storm.

Then he was there—between your legs, massive frame blocking out the light. His rough palms spread your thighs wide without a word, without hesitation. Just caging you in. Completely. Like you were always going to end up exactly here.

His breath hit you first, hot, heavy, soaking through the thin lace of your panties. You wore nothing but his oversized shirt and underwear. Barely dressed. Barely defended. Your gaze stayed fixed on the phone, but the words had blurred into nothing.

"Please, sweetheart." His voice dropped to something raw. "Talk to me."

Sylus pressed a kiss against your inner thigh. Then his nose—God, his nose, pressed hard against your center through the fabric. Dragging up and down. Grinding slow circles against your clit through the wet lace clinging obscenely to every fold, every curve he was mapping with agonizing precision.

His hands gripped your ass, yanking you flush against his face, nuzzling directly against your clit through the damp lace until you felt his low groan vibrate against you.

"I missed you..."

Your fingers tightened on the phone. Your breath stuttered. For one desperate second, you thought you had it. Thought you could outlast him.

It wasn't.

His tongue, hot and wet, joined without warning. The phone slipped. You caught it. Still fighting.

Sylus licked a long stripe from bottom to top, pressing harder until the fabric turned transparent, soaked through with your arousal and his hunger.

Your hips rolled. Desperately. Shamefully. Seeking more pressure despite everything. His dark chuckle vibrated against you. He knew. He fucking knew you were breaking.

Then Sylus hooked his fingers into your panties. Stripped them down.

You felt his gaze devouring you, how wet you were, how you glistened, how completely your body had betrayed you. Heat flooded your face but you kept your eyes up, jaw clenched.

"Your body's already begging for me, sweetheart." His breath came out slow. Almost shaken. "Why won't you?"

His tongue found you. Direct. No warning.

His nose pressed against your clit as his tongue pushed inside. Dual sensation snapping your back off the bed. Sylus dragged slowly up your slit, collecting your arousal with obscene, unhurried hunger like you were something worth savoring. The sound it made, lewd and wet and consuming, filled the quiet room like a confession soaking into the walls.

And then, a sound you hadn't expected. Like he was the one losing control. Voice breaking completely.

"Fuck... I missed this..."

You hated how your body betrayed you. Hated that you wanted more. Your lips parted, his name right there on your tongue, but you bit down hard. No. Don't. Don't you dare say his name.

He switched. Tongue flicking directly over your clit. Rapid, precise, merciless. Strokes so devastating your hips bucked violently against his face despite everything.

Your fingers pulled his silver hair hard. And still, between every lick, every suck, every devastating stroke, his voice kept breaking against you. Like he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I really missed this..."

Suck. Hard.

"So fucking missed this..."

Flicking. Relentless.

"I missed you so much, sweetheart..."

Over and over. Like he couldn't stop. Like he didn't want to.

Too much. It was too much. His tongue, his nose, his hands, his voice. All of it too much. His words clung to your skin, sinking deeper than your body ever could. The heat of his breath. The vibration of his groans. Everything blurring together into something you couldn’t run from.

"Ah—Sylus—Fuck!"

His fingers plunged deep, curling perfectly, devastatingly, against that spot that made you see stars. His mouth locked on your clit, relentless. You didn't even notice the phone hitting the floor, a distant sound that no longer mattered.

You didn't even flinch. You shattered. Your vision blurred into white, your thighs crushing against his ears, hot and red from his own mounting desire. The climax hitting you like a physical blow. It was sudden, hot, and entirely beyond your reach to stop.

And through the haze, you heard him. Low and reverent, like he'd been waiting for this version of you all night.

"There she is."

Then softer. Like a prayer finally answered.

"That's my wife."

Sylus withdrew slowly, one final possessive lick from entrance to clit, refusing to waste a single drop. Then he sat back, silver hair messy and damp, ruined by your fingers. Lips and chin glistening with you, unashamed, as if he were wearing the evidence of your undoing like a trophy.

He'd won. You both knew it. And somehow, right now, you couldn't find it in yourself to mind.

His hands moved to his belt. The metallic click cut through the silence like a blade.

"We're not going to play this kind of game anymore." Sylus pressed his thick, hard cock against your entrance—not yet, just there. Letting the weight of it, the heat of it, making sure you understood exactly what came next.

"Next time you're angry, use your words. Don't shut me out like that again." His thumb found your jaw, tilting your face up to his. Barely a whisper. "Understood?"

You nodded. You had no other words left.

"Good girl." His lips found your ear. You felt his smile pressed against your skin, slow, satisfied, absolutely dripping into his voice. "Now let me hear you scream my name properly."

You swallowed hard.

Because you already knew you would.

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tw: @elle_rora

[ellerora]

MILK DRUNK | SYLUS

After giving birth, your body had changed, especially your breasts, and Sylus couldn't get enough of it.

{ Sylus x fem!reader | lactation kink | smut, nsfw, 18+ }

Note: English isn’t my first language; I hope you enjoy it ♡

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You weren't even wearing a bra.

Of course you weren't. After giving birth, your body had changed, softer and fuller and heavy with milk. Bras felt too tight, too uncomfortable, and going without made feeding easier. But God, the way it drove Sylus insane.

Sitting on his lap like this, your breasts swayed with every desperate movement while you rocked your hips, already soaking through his pants. Sylus would trade every territory he owned for one more second of this sweet surrender.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you lifted yourself, knees straddling him tighter, arching forward. You leaned down until your heavy breasts pressed against his face, dragging your hardened peaks across his nose, then sliding over his chin and lips. Wordlessly. Shamelessly begging.

Sylus swallowed hard before his teeth grazed the firm outline through your shirt.

"Ah! Sylus!"

"Did I hurt you?" His voice dropped low, hunger burning in his eyes. "Do you want me to stop, my love?"

"No... it's just... lately it's just..."

Sensitive.

He knew. Even before you finished the sentence, Sylus paused to let you catch your breath. Only for you to pull his head back down yourself, seeking his touch again.

"Be gentle..." you begged in a breathless whisper, trembling in his lap.

He obeyed without question.

The bridge of his nose traced along the base of your breasts in a slow, deliberate path. His lips followed, pressing worshipful kisses over every curve. His large hands slid up, massaging the full, heavy weight of you with reverent hunger.

"You don't know how crazy I am about this, do you?" Sylus murmured against your skin, his voice rough with need.

Every change in your body was a reward he wanted to savor. His fingers flicked lightly over both hardened nipples through your shirt, watching them strain upward, desperate to meet his touch.

"Ah... don't—"

"Don't what, my love?" he teased softly, his breath hot against you. "I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you want."

"Don't tease me... your tongue... please, Sylus. I can't take this anymore."

"My tongue?" His lips curled into a wicked smile. "And what exactly would you like me to do with it, sweetheart?"

"Lick... lick them for me, Sylus."

He lowered his head, then flicked his tongue out, letting you watch, before dragging it in a slow torturous circle over your nipple through the fabric.

"Mmm... just like that... yes... good boy," you breathed, fingers tightening in his silver hair as you pulled him closer, demanding more.

The rich scent of milk mixed with your warmth sent his desire spiraling out of control. His tongue worked relentlessly, flicking and sucking until the swollen peaks hardened into tight, aching buds. Your head fell back as your body arched desperately into him.

"I love it when you beg," Sylus growled low, his lips hovering just above your sensitive peak. "But I love it even more when you're the one in control."

He took your hardened peak into his mouth through the thin shirt, sucking hard until the fabric darkened, completely soaked. The heat and wetness of his mouth made you gasp and shudder.

He continued to swirl his tongue until the fabric became transparent, revealing the flushed, swollen flesh beneath.

"Look at this, sweetie..." he murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "This shirt I bought you. It was expensive. And yet it does nothing to hide you from me."

His fingers pinched and teased your swollen buds through the soaked fabric, making you cry out.

"Your nipples are so fucking hard. It looks like they're about to burst through your shirt. What should I do to help you with that, my love?"

You couldn't take it anymore. You pulled your shirt up over your head and tossed it to the floor.

The moment your shirt was gone, your bare breasts, heavy with milk, bounced freely before his eyes. Sylus didn't wait for them to settle. His mouth claimed your hardened nipple with fierce, hungry suction that made you see stars.

His tongue directly on your bare nipple made you cry out sharp and needy. He lashed at it relentlessly until the sound of wet friction filled the air. His other hand kneaded your full breast, soft flesh spilling through his fingers as he squeezed and massaged.

Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders as you arched forward, feeding yourself into his hungry mouth. When Sylus finally pulled away, a soft pop echoed in the quiet room. You whimpered at the loss.

He stripped your soaked underwear down your trembling legs and tossed it aside. Your wetness dripped down your thighs, soaking into his pants, marking him as yours.

Sylus watched you, his eyes locked on your trembling form. His hand slid down between your thighs, fingers slipping inside you with ease. Your body welcoming him with slick, desperate heat.

He withdrew slowly, his fingers glistening with your wetness, and brought them up to your swollen nipple.

"Sylus... the baby will wake up soon... if she wakes up and doesn't see us, she'll cry—"

The first touch made you gasp. He traced agonizing circles around the sensitive peak, coating it with your own arousal, making you feel exactly how wet you were for him.

The sensation was obscene. Your own heat painting your nipple, cool air hitting the wetness, making it pebble impossibly harder. Before you could catch your breath, his fingers slipped back inside, filling you again while his thumb found your clit, circling with torturous precision.

"Do you want me to stop now?" Sylus murmured, his voice a low rasp.

Then his tongue. Hot and wet. Dragging across your nipple. He could taste you on yourself, the mix of your arousal and the sweet scent of milk driving him absolutely wild.

You didn't answer with words. You couldn't.

Instead you arched closer, grinding your hardened nipple desperately against his lips. Your fingers tangled in his silver hair, pulling his face deep into your chest with shameless need.

"Ah... ah... Fuck! I'm cumming, Sylus! Please, suck them. Suck them while I cum!"

His mouth closed around your nipple immediately with fierce suction, tongue working relentlessly over the peak still wet with your arousal. The taste of you everywhere drove him wild.

His fingers curled perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars, while his thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling faster, pushing you right to the edge.

"That's it," he growled against your breast, the vibration sending shockwaves through you. "Let me feel you fall apart, my love."

He sucked harder, teeth grazing your sensitive peak, fingers driving deeper, faster, harder. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breast mixed with the obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked heat.

He curled his fingers one last devastating time, thumb pressing hard against your clit while his mouth sealed around your nipple, sucking with bruising intensity.

You shattered. The orgasm crashed through you in violent waves. Your body convulsed in his lap, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his hand.

Your heat gushed over his fingers in heavy, pulsing rushes as you cried out, head thrown back, completely lost to the pleasure tearing through you.

Sylus didn't stop. His mouth stayed locked on your nipple, sucking you through every wave, every aftershock. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, drawing out your climax until you were shaking, gasping, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming intensity.

His tongue gentled, lapping softly at your oversensitive nipple. His fingers stilled before slowly withdrawing, leaving you empty and aching. You collapsed against him, boneless and spent, forehead pressed to his as you struggled to breathe.

Sylus wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, refusing to let go. His lips pressed tender kisses to your swollen peaks. A stark contrast to the fierce hunger of moments before.

"Beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with satisfaction. "So fucking beautiful when you cum like that, my wife."

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tw: @elle_rora