CW: Penis in vaginal sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, condom use, safe sex, enemies to lovers, Dom/Sub tones, multiple rounds, exhaustion, morning after, time skips, cream pie, married life, pet names, pet play, BDSM
Word count: Roughly 9.2K
A/N: You hated his pompous guts before you even knew his name, what you did know was that the stupid chessboard hair colored freak was actual competition for you when it came to brewing potions. Somewhere along the way, you had to admit you did respect the asshole even if you'd never tell him, and when you both ended up working at the same internship in your final school year, you realized you didn't hate him. That still didn't stop you from calling him an idiot when he deserved it, but you were friends at least. Until his first fashion show when the two of you were twenty-two when you ended up in broom closet with him threatening to burn your suit. At least he was willing to let you take it off first.
So... I was facing a writing block for all my other works and then this popped in my head because of that stupid fine man known as Divus Crewel. I may have been possessed and wrote this today, so fingers crossed that this takes care of the blocks and doesn't prompt me trying to write another series.
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Somedays you look and question what brought you to certain points in your life, sometimes wanting to punch the daylights out of a certain haughty monochromatic luxury loving mage. Other times, you wondered how you could be as lucky as you were to be in a relationship with the same mage for nearly a decade.
And on days like this, you never felt more at ease. Even if you were trying to keep the whine from leaving your throat as your fingers gripped the sheets like they were the final straw allowing you to hold onto your sanity.
If someone ever asked what it was you and Divus Crewel could ever have in common, your answer was simple.
Mind blowing sex.
Even if it did have Divus rolling his eyes at your bluntness if asked before remarking it was your shared exceptional skills in potionology, because your fashion sense was an utter disaster. A shared skill that had made both of you despise each other as teenagers.
“I refuse to accept that, that, rumbled thing that looks like it crawled out of the garbage bin of a thrift store beat me!”
“Oh, did I bruise your pride, you pompous chessboard ?” Mocking him as you stuck out your tongue like a petulant child instead of a teenager waiting to hear if they had been accepted into one of the magical colleges in the world. “Maybe you should learn to tell your ingredients apart before entering a competition.”
“Worthless hag.” Hissing the words at you as you headed off with the judges through his teeth as he scowled after you. He’d lost by a mere point, and as much as it stung his pride he’d win next time. Grinding his teeth as he watched you accept the little trophy.
The next time, he did win.
“Here I thought the students of Noble Bell College were supposed to be good at potion brewing.” Smirking behind his goggles as he passed you. “I guess that rumour was wrong if you were selected. Pity. I had hoped to have real competition.”
You were growling deep in your throat, ready to lunge across the cauldron in front of you and throttle him. “You won because of a single technical point, if the judges had eyes I’d have won you skunk.” Your hands clenched tight enough that the tendons were visible as you spat the words at his back.
The students from the other school in the Interscholastic potion tournament just shrank away from both of you. Terrified of the two first years that had left even the third years in attendance in the proverbial dust based on scores.
And so it went, every potion competition seemed to have two star candidates for the next three years, be they put on by schools or third parties.
Both of you always trading first place with the other. Snarling insults at the other all the while, even mages nearly three times your ages were starting to fear having to be near the two of you.
Yet as much as you both hurled insults and never held back the visible disdain, one thing was clear.
You respected each other.
“Hey, look boss. Isn’t that the bitch who keeps trying to one up you?” The lanky teen next to Divus pointing across the street where you were walking with one of your friends.
“Jasper.” Waiting until he had the taller teen's full attention. “Call her a bitch again and you’ll find something in your food to have you clutching a toilet for a week.” His expression bland as Jasper blanched and started sputtering apologies.
“Is that Divus Crewel?” Following your friend’s line of sight and taking note of the white and black haired teen.
“Who’s he?” Your dormmate asked as she tilted her head.
“He’s the moron that keeps our little potion master from winning every competition in twisted wonderland.” Your friend laughing before bumping her shoulder into yours.
“If you were half as good at potionology as he is, Racheal, you’d be the second best student at our school.” Huffing before you glared at her. “Don’t call him a moron when he knows more about caustic magical reagents than our professor does.”
In your final year at college, things shifted. You knew where you wanted to go for your internship, and when you got your letter confirming your acceptance, you were giddy. The company only ever took one student on as part of the learning program, with you getting the spot meant you had beaten Divus and his stupid face.
Unaware that at Night Raven College, Divus was feeling the same elation at winning.
Both of you were furious that first day when you saw each other, and the head researcher had been laughing when he said how the company had wanted both of you to be there for the year as interns and had accepted two students for the first time. Both of you had grown more upset when you learned you were going to work together on most projects and it was a miracle the building was still standing.
Everyone that shared a lab with the two of you would come to view that first month as terrifying. You and Divus Crewel were like water and oil, there was no getting along between you at all and if someone else interjected, that poor unfortunate soul became the target of your fiery spats.
Those same people, would say they didn’t understand the sudden shift one day. The two of you seemingly became friends, as if overnight the two of you could work side by side without a single insult hurled.
“Did someone replace them?”
“I know. It’s kind of creepy how well they get along now.”
“You are aware we both possess ears that function aren’t you?” Divus had looked up from the beaker he had been measuring ingredients into while you had been weighing a fine powder.
“And the only constant in this world is change.” You’d looked at them with a grin. “Or maybe we realized we’re the only two people in the world this good at potionology or…” Dragging out the word as you handed the folder paper holding the powder to Divus, who added it to the beaker. “Who else would we have conversations with over the difference of fresh vs dried nightroot as an endothermic catalyst?”
When the other two researches just walked away shaking their heads you and Divus shared a look before both of you started laughing low.
If anyone had bothered to check the security footage from the night before, they would have noticed that the two young adults had been trapped in the elevator for five hours with nothing but a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels between them. Even the worst enemies could put aside their differences to starve off boredom until the gears were fixed.
It came as no surprise that both of you graduated from your respective colleges with honors. It was however, rather shocking for most people to see the two of you on friendly terms at a cafe after graduation, and neither of you entering competitions anymore. Your lives also took separate directions, with you pursuing a career in research and development while Divus went into his other passion which school didn’t allow him to pursue for credit. Fashion.
Another surprise for the world was when you, in a frumpled suit in a bland grey had attended his first fashion show. Seated just past the first row of onlookers and clapping the loudest when Divus made his appearance at the end.
A night of celebration had followed, and at some point just before midnight neither you or Divus could be found.
You could taste the tannins from the wine on his lips as Divus corralled you against the wall in the broom closet near the bathroom. Moaning low in your throat with how he dominated the kiss while you dragged your fingers along his scalp. An opening Divus used to shove his tongue into your mouth to press his against yours, flooding your sense of taste with the wine he’d been drinking and the undercurrent of something you couldn’t place. You try to reciprocate his actions, and the kiss just grows messier and more desperate.
Until you’re both separating for air, your fingers still in his hair and his hands gripping the meat of your ass as he adjusts his legs to keep you wedged between the wall and his body. “I’m going to burn that fucking suit.” Panting with his shoulders heaving as he looks at the fabric that does nothing for you.
“No you’re not. I’ve only got the one.” Your chest is aching as you heave, trying to get more oxygen into your lungs as your gaze keeps going back to his lips. “And not while I’m wearing it.”
“Then take it off.”
“We’re in a broom closet!” You might be hornier than you’ve ever been in your life with what feels like a waterfall gushing between your legs, but you are not drunk enough to consider having sex with Divus in a closet.
“I guess this party is over then.” It stings a little when you hear those words, one of his hands leaving your ass to grab his phone and typing something in before hitting a button and lifting the device to his ear. “Ah, yes, Horace. Is the carriage for my ride home already here?” A brief pause before you see him smirk and theres a flash of those stupid fangs that make your stomach clench before he winks at you. “Good. I’m leaving through the back door, I have another more important matter to attend to at home.” Clicking the device closed before leaning in to ghost the tip of his nose along your throat before stopping when his lips are against your ear. “That should be a suitable location for you to take this infernal garment off.”
You have no memory of the trip to his apartment, or through it. Just getting to his bedroom before the two of you are wrapped around each other. Pieces of clothing tugged and pulled in your haste to get out of them until you’re left in your bra and panties and Divus his underwear.
Underwear that is straining to hide his erection and has you swallowing as your nerves break through the remaining fog from the wine at the party. “Divus?” Suddenly aware of something you don’t want to tell the man.
“Yes?” He’s reaching out to trail one of his hands along your arms as you shuffle in place.
“I. Ugh.” Why now does your mouth feel like it’s full of cotton as you look around his room, taking note of how everything has its place and it looks more like a staged area for a magazine than somewhere he sleeps, but the color and classic decor screams Divus.
“If you’re having second thoughts we can stop.” His other hand moves to your other arm, stepping into your space and pressing his forehead against yours. “I want you, but not at the expense of your comfort.”
You can’t help the small groan you let out as your hands move to land on his chest and you keep avoiding his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn as you mutter your answer.
“Pet. I can’t hear you.”
“I’m a virgin.” Your entire face feels like an inferno as you utter those words as lowly as you can but just loud enough for Divus to hear. “I-”
“Shush.” Lifting one of his hands to your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Then we’ll go slow, and I’ll just have to make sure you’re ready for me.” Tilting his head to kiss the corner of your mouth. “A single word, and we stop.”
You nod, still feeling like your mouth is full of cotton, letting Divus guide you towards his bed, his hands roaming your arms and back while covering your face is soft pecks. You might still feel the trembling of your fingers but you go back to sliding them along his scalp.
When the back of your knees hit his bed that tightness in your stomach returns, a bit of awkward shuffling as you move onto it. Pausing when you hear Divus let out a sigh. “Divus?” You’re fucking this up and it has the heat racing to your face. “Sorry. I’ll just go.” Shuffling towards the edge and hoping you can find your clothes before you ruin your friendship. You should have known when he pulled you into that closet that it was just the alcohol in his system and yours. A pipe dream that he might have actually wanted you, and now you were embarrassed that you’d let your stupid crush on him get the better of you.
“If that’s what you want I’m not going to stop you.” Another sigh and you watch him run his hand up his face and through his hair as if he’s frustrated. “Even if it is extremely disappointing.”
You just blink at him before you narrow your eyes. “Why?”
A single chuckle leaves him before those mercurial eyes of his take in your form again. “Why? As in why am I disappointed?”
You roll your eyes at him as that edge of embarrassment leaves you. “Yes you pompous ass.” That gets him laughing, his real laugh this time before his hand reaches out to take one of yours.
“There’s that spicy temper.” His thumb traces the lines along the inside of your palm as he continues. “I know how to respond to that side of you, to meet that stubborn streak.” His eyebrows furrowed as he finds the small scars and calluses from your work. “But you acting meek? That, I don’t know how to react to.”
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” Your nerves are back as you glance away. “Plus, wouldn’t you rather someone that does, someone that’s more..” You trail off as you motion at him with your other hand. “Your kind of person?”
He’s sporting that annoyed look he gives you, the same one he used to send when you told him his way of chopping up ingredients was wrong. “My kind of person?” Another sigh as his thumb shifts to ghost along your palm near the joints of your fingers. “Sometimes you are absolutely obvious to anything that isn’t scientific in nature.” You let out a scoff at the insult ready to pull your hand away from. “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to know how often my attempts to flirt with you go over that dirt addled head of yours.” Another sigh, but you notice the slight pink tinge to his cheeks. “ You are my kind of person. I thought tonight you might have finally realized that.”
In your mind you’re going over all of your past interactions since the elevator, even some of the ones before and you feel the tips of your ears starting to burn. You’d just thought it had been him being your friend, not him actively trying to make his feelings toward you known. “Now I want to leave for a different reason.” It’s you who shifts this time, leaning into him and letting your forehead land against his shoulder. “I know you said we’d stop if I wanted.” Biting your lip briefly before you keep going. “But are you sure you want this? I mean, not to keep being mean to myself but I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing.” Closing your eyes as you start to ramble, glad he can’t see your face even if he can feel the heat from your skin against his. “I mean. I know how to get myself off, but that was more for stress relief than anything else. I don’t know what to do with a partner.”
A huff from Divus that you feel as much as hear as he coils the arm that isn’t attached to the hand that hasn’t left yours around your back. “No one knows what they’re doing the first time.” There’s a catch in his voice, one that takes you by surprise as you shift to look up at his face. “It’s why I sought out partners who knew what they were doing to learn.” At least now you’re matching, his face looks as red as the gloves he’s taken to wearing. “I thought that would be preferable to us being awkward when you finally took notice of my affection.”
You let out the smallest of laughs at his confession, reaching to place your hand on the side of his face as his expression sours. “Oh Divus. I fucked that up all on my own.” At the lifting of an eyebrow you elaborate. “The making it awkward part. The other part, about you wanting to learn so this part wouldn’t be is actually making my heart do stupid things in my chest.” Which is true because you can feel the pounding of it at the back of your throat.
Leaning in to ghost your lips across his you let out a small laugh, aware of the dampness at your eyes. “If you still want this, will you help me?” Letting his lips catch yours when he tilts his face to follow your movements. Unlike all of the other kisses tonight, this one feels different. Like it’s charged somehow, that you both know it’s not just for the sake of getting the other turned on, it’s not desperate movement. Just, more. More feeling, more tender, like being aware at last that the other has been feeling that same attraction.
“Get on the center of the bed, Pet. Then lay on your back for me.” Whispered against your face when he breaks the kiss for air, and as you move this time it isn’t as awkward. Laying down and watching him as he pulls out a series of foil wrappers from the bedside table.
“Someone’s feeling ambitious.” That earns you a chuckle as he rejoins you, dropping the condoms on the bedspread beside you.
“Perhaps.” Laying down on his side he’s quick to lean over you and catch your lips in another kiss, soft movements of his lips as his hand lands on your stomach with a feather light touch before he starts to trace random patterns into your skin. “Or perhaps.” Shifting so he can ghost his other hand along your arm. “I don’t want to risk too long of an interruption once we get started.” His index finger sweeping along the band of your underwear, teasing the soft skin there. “Because I don’t plan on sleeping tonight until you’re too exhausted to move.” Another kiss and you let out a low moan as his hand slips under the material of your underwear.
You feel your stomach tighten as his fingers rub along your slick skin, teasing your folds in a way that makes you pant and whine. The touch so different from when you’ve run your own fingers along the puffy skin. “Does my lovely Pet like that?” Kissing the side of your mouth before he trails his lips lower, along the edge of your jaw. You let out a muffled noise as your brain briefly disconnects from your mouth with the tip of one finger breezes across your clit. “You’re soaked. To think, you wanted to leave, then you’d have to deal with this all on your own.”
Another small gasp escapes you as the hand along your arm has moved to rub along your chest. Divus is leaning more over your body now, with a knee between your legs to keep his weight off you. “Tell me Pet.” Exhaling over your damp skin making you shiver as he pulls your bra down to free one of your breasts, palming the mound while still teasing your sex. “Do you think of me when you get yourself off?” You nod as you arch your back, your body seeking more of his. Only to feel the pressure ease. “Words Darling.”
You swallow, and realize he’s not going to return the pressure again until you do. “Yes!” Crying out before moaning when that pressure returns and the tightness in your core follows suit. “I’d pretend it was your fingers touching me.” Its not a lie, but its hard to deny how the real thing is a lot better than you had ever imagined.
“Oh? Did you slide your fingers inside that slick hole of yours and pretend they were mine?”
“Yes!”
“Like this?” There’s an undercurrent of teasing in his voice as he pushes a single digit inside of your walls, causing you to cry out as he twists the digit.
“No! You’re better.” Flushing as you admit it, because his fingers are thicker than yours, and longer. The one inside of you brushing a bundle of nerves that you didn’t know existed that has you feeling an ache you’ve never felt before.
“Well now. I knew I’d be better than your fantasies.” His nose at your throat as he starts to pump that single digit inside of you before adding a second. “But now I want you to know just how much better.” You can hear the smirk in his voice but you don’t care, feeling the familiar burn along the small of your back as your abdomen clenches.
“Divus-” You’re close. Embarrassingly so compared to how long it usually takes you to get to the peak with your own attempts.
“Don’t hold back.” Opening your eyes, unsure when you had closed them to find those silver orbs watching your face like it's the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Let me see you cum.” A few more pumps of his fingers and you do just that, letting out a soft whine as your walls clamp around his digits. “Such a good girl.” Hearing the words whispered with reverence makes you tighten even more, something Divus takes note of.
You’re breathing deeply as you try to slow your breath from your orgasm, feeling those thick fingers when Divus pulls them from your core. Watching through hazy eyes as he lifts his hand to his lips and stick the two wet digits into his mouth, letting out a moan of his own. “You taste good Pet. Pity I think tonight would be too much for you if I decided to eat you out.”
You let a strangled noise as you use your hands to hide your burning face. “It would be.” Just the thought of Divus’s face between your legs is causing your skin to heat up again to the point that even your ears are warm.
That gets you a laugh from him as he wraps his fingers around your wrists to pull your hands away. “Don’t hide from me Pet. I want to see all your reactions to what I’m doing to you.” Leaning down you can taste yourself on his tongue, it isn’t bad but you aren’t a fan either.
When he pulls back you notice the self satisfied grin on his face and you playfully swat at his elbow. “You’re far too pleased with yourself.”
“If you had the view I did, you’d find yourself in a similar situation.” Grinning as he let his hand drag across the skin of your stomach again. “That expression of relaxation is better than I’d hoped for.” A brief flash of one of those little fangs of his and you feel your stomach tighten once more. “And you’ve only had two of my fingers so far.”
“Does that mean it’s time for one of these now?” Reaching out to pick up one of the condom wrappers and holding it between the two of you.
“Not yet.” A soft smile on his face as he repositions himself and lowers your hand back to the bed to drop the foil packet before guiding you to palm at him through his underwear. “You need another orgasm or two before this is inside you.” You swallow at what you feel, it’s a lot bigger than his fingers are.
“Can I do anything for you?” Flushing again after you say the words which gets you an endearing smile before Divus is kissing you again.
“Next time Pet. Tonight, while I plan to leave you exhausted, is about you.” The idea of there being a next time has you smiling like an idiot. “For now, lets get back to it.” Reaching down to cup your boob that is still out in the air. “I didn’t get a chance to enjoy these as much as I wanted during the first round.” Adjusting himself so his face is lower this time, it doesn’t take him long to trail his fingers over your soaked panties.
“They are just the right size for me.” Rolling his palm against the skin you can feel as your nipple starts to pebble from his touch and for the first time you’re learning just how sensitive they are. That added to his fingers once more working at your core after pushing the sodden fabric away has you starting to pant already. “Thats it, just relax.” His warm breath washing against the skin of chest before you feel his mouth against your chest right between your breasts. Jerking against him at the sudden addition of a third finger while his teeth clamp on your bra and drag the material down to free your other breast.
“Darling.” There’s a pang of annoyance in his voice again.
“Yes?”
“Like it or not, you’re getting new undergarments. I can taste the cheapness soiling the rest of my meal.” You want to roll your eyes and tell him to get over it. Too bad you don’t get to as his mouth descends on the newly freed breast, sucking on the soft skin in a way that has your hips jerking upward, forcing his fingers deeper inside your cunt. Your entire body spams and your senses are going haywire, unable to decide which sensation to follow. Between the feeling of Divus’s hands and mouth your second orgasm is fast approaching.
“Touch me.” The two words bring you back to your senses for a moment. “Put your hands in my hair or on my shoulders.” Growled against your skin before Divus goes back to placing long licks to your nipple before using the tip of his tongue to toy with the hardened nub. You did ask him to help you, and you realize why it said it as you slide your hands along his shoulder and the nape of his neck up to his hair. He might be assaulting your senses, but touching his slick skin is giving you something to help ground yourself from tipping over the edge too quickly.
When he sucks at your nipple out of the blue you whine, arching your back and digging the tips of your fingers into his scalp. A muffled moan from the man currently working to push you to another orgasm while also dragging it out. You try to keep your focus on the feeling of the strands of his hair through your fingers while the mounting pleasure keeps pushing you closer and closer to that edge, until you do tip over it.
Screaming Divus’s name as your muscles clamp down, only this time he doesn’t stop. If anything, he works his fingers harder and faster inside of you, pulling on the strings of a third orgasm that follows the second one closely enough that you cry out when your whole body goes rigid before you slump back against the plush bedspread.
While you lay there panting with your eyes closed and an arm across them to block out the light Divus is finding his own chest heaving. His cock throbbing painfully against the soft material of his underwear as he pushes his damp bangs back from his eyes to watch you. In his original plan for the night, you would have already cum on his cock several times, but the knowledge that you were in fact still a virgin had caused him to shift. As much as he was pleased that he was going to be your first, and only if he had his way, it also meant you needed to be thoroughly prepped. Hearing you scream his name had almost been enough to make him cum in his underwear. If that was the volume you hit from his fingers, well. He realized he might need to invest in better sound proofing for his home.
Leaning across your body and dragging his mouth along your ribs while he grabbed the roll of condoms he smirked at the soft little whine you let out. You were even more responsive than he had hoped, this was turning out far better than his fantasies from the shower and pretending the women he brought to bed in the past were you.
When he first went into fashion, he found the attention flattering in a way that was different from his time in the spotlight when it came to his skills as a mage. It was what he had always wanted, and he shone there far more brightly than he had while brewing potions. It was easy to follow the allure of the attractive people all around him, but you kept invading his mind. Your face appearing with that soft smile that you first gave him in the elevator. When he admitted he had always wanted to be a fashion designer, but the moment he showed he had magic, his mother had decided he would be a mage. Not him. Yes, he was gifted, but it had never been his dream. Everyone told him to be a mage, to the point it became expected of him.
Until you. “Do what you want to do Crewel. Its your life, not theirs. Do you really wanna wake up one day and realize you hate your life?”
You saw him, and didn’t ask anything of him but to be his friend. It was after he first woke up in bed with a model that he realized that wasn’t what he wanted either. Sure, the women he’d met so far were clever and smart. But none of them were you. You saw him, but you sure as hell didn’t bend the knee to his whims either. You were just as likely to call him an idiot about what he was doing as you were to agree with him.
Trailing his hand along your side as he paused to watch you, the foil between his fingers temporarily forgotten. You were far from the most attractive woman in Twisted Wonderland, yet to Divus, you were more beautiful than the others combined. With your lips parted and heaving chest as you tried to get your body back under control.
“I’m starting to think you still hold a grudge and you’re trying to kill me.” Just saying the words has you panting, hyper aware of every part of your body and just how heavy it feels. A pleasant heavy, like you’ve come back from a long run and you’re ready to relax.
“If I am, it’s so I can bring you back the same way.” His fingers coil around your forearm to lift your arm away from your face and flash you a wink before growing serious. “Feeling alright otherwise?”
You nod, licking your lips. “Yeah. So much so that I feel like I’m in a bit of a haze.” Hearing the sound of plastic and foil being ripped open you tilt your head. Swallowing as Divus frees his cock from his underwear. The skin flushed and you take note of the shape, part of you wondering how he’s going to feel inside of your body if his fingers were enough to make you feel stretched to the limit. “I’m feeling nervous again.” Admitting it softly while he rolls the latex down to his base.
“I’ll take good care of you, you just need to tell me if anything hurts.” Pushing his underwear down his hips before he turns his attention to you. Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties to drag them down your legs. At the same time you shuffle to help him and reach behind your back to get your bra undone. “I’m burning these with that damned suit.”
You can’t help but snort at how adamant he’s been about the destruction of your clothes. “Not everyone can have your fashion sense Mr. Fashion designer.”
“They should.” Letting out a rather undignified squawk when he slaps one of your butt cheeks. Not enough to hurt but you still feel it. “Regardless, I plan to go through what you call a closet in the coming days.”
“You make it sound like this is just to get into my clothes.” Chuckling when he starts to adjust your body, lifting your legs to one side and tossing your ankles over one of his shoulders.
“You should have no doubt my intention was to get you out of your clothes, Pet.” Smirking as he makes another few adjustments before he starts to rub his wrapped head against your thighs. “Dealing with the rest of your clothes is an added bonus. Outside of the Lab I want people to look at you and take notice. Sadly how you dress takes away from them seeing that sharp wit of yours.” Dragging his lips along one of your ankles before nipping at the skin there. His cock slowly rocking between your thighs and over your clit, his lenght catching some of the moisture still dripping from your sex and slowly coating him and your thighs. “Now enough about that.”
Brushing his hand along the underside of your calf as he starts to move a little faster, the way his cock bumps into and places pressure on your clit has that familiar warmth spreading across your skin already. “Last chance to stop Pet.”
“No, I.” You swallow as your brain starts to focus in how he feels rubbing against you instead of your words. You need to get this out before he thinks the no was to stop. “I wanna feel you inside.”
Another shift of your body as he moves your legs to make space for his hips between your thighs. Nudging the slick opening of your sex with the head of his cock before he catches your gaze. “I expect you to be vocal and tell me to stop if anything hurts.”
“Ok.” Biting your lip as you reach a hand down to grab one of his, interwining your fingers as awkward as the position is before he starts to press forward. You can feel the pressure of the tip as it spreads you open before he starts to push inside, it’s different than his fingers. And so much better. Feeling a tingling along your spine as he slowly spits you open.
A long exhale as Divus keeps his focus divided between watching your face for any sign of pain and the sight of his cock as it disappears into your body. “You’re doing so well, you feel so good. Just keep breathing Pet, almost all the way in.”
You let out a low moan, you feel so full but none of it hurts. He’d been right about the orgasms helping, and you already being well on your way to the next one thanks to his thigh fucking. You can feel your pulse in your neck as you briefly forget to breathe, waves and pulses spreading through your body from your core. Divus’s cock hitting places deep inside of you that you’d never felt with your fingers, the walls spasming around his cock causing him to twitch. A positive loop as the more he twitches, the more it hits your walls, causing you to tighten again.
Feeling when Divus stops moving, you don’t need him to say it because you can feel it. The head of his dick pressing against a place deep inside of you that has stars hovering at the edge of your vision. “Divus.” Panting a little as you squeeze his fingers. “You feel so good.”
“As do you Pet.” Another adjustment as he slowly leans forward to pull your hand upwards with his as he rests on his elbows and stretches your legs. “You’ll feel even better in a little bit, I’m just waiting for you to adjust.” Kissing your closed eyelids. “Then I’ll make you cum on my cock, as many times as I can if that’s what you want.” Feeling his lips brush your temple as he waits and you can’t help but sigh in contentment.
“I feel so full.” Admitting as you lift your other hand to sliding it along his arm and up to his shoulder. “I almost came a minute ago.”
“Believe me Pet, I could tell.” Another brush of his lips as he waits until your pussy no longer feels like a vice around his cock. “Just keep breathing and hold onto me if you want.”
The slow drag of his cock against your walls has you panting as he pulls back before slowly pushing in again. His speed increases the more you relax around him, and it isn’t long before the only noises are both of your laboured breathing and the sound of wet skin on skin. Once in a while because of the position you can feel the skin above his cock brush against your clit, placing pressure on the bundle of nerves that makes you moan. And as that orgasm builds inside of you, you know what you want in that moment.
“Divus.” Crying out his name as you shift your head. “Kiss me. Please.” Begging when his hips snap forward and the fine hair brush that small bundle of nerves. There isn’t a verbal answer from him, instead he just tilts his face to connect your lips. The movements jarring but you still have what you want, messy as it is with salvia dripping from the corners of your mouth. It’s not refined, not coordinated, but full of passion as his tongue teases yours.
And in that moment, you cum, hard enough that Divus feels like he’s in a vice and follows you over the edge as his seed spurts inside of the latex.
When he comes back from his moment of bliss he lets out a small laugh as you look at him as if you’re drunk. “What’s so funny?” Even your voice sounds slurred.
“Nothing Darling.” Shaking his head as he moves to untangle himself from your body. “I simply wasn’t expecting you to make me cum right away. I’d wanted you to have several more orgasms before I shot my first load.” Placing his hand between your bodies and starting to pull himself and the condom out.
“Divus!” He stops at the slight panic in your voice. “Can’t you stay inside? For a little bit?” Feeling that familiar warmth return to your face at his look of confusion before he lets out a small laugh.
“Not with this condom.” Your inside feel empty when he pulls out. Watching him remove the latex before tying the end in a knot and tossing it towards the other side of the bed and onto what you assume is the floor. “I’ll need a few moments before I can go again.” That doesn’t stop him from pulling another condom free. “That being said. There is another position we can use if you just want me inside, one that we can cuddle in if you wish.”
“Please.” You nod, feeling embarrassed now because of how much you want him back inside of you after having had sex with him once.
“Shift over some.” You move and watch as he lays on his back, his cock jutting up in the air. “Throw one of your legs over me, I’ll help you.” Placing your hands in his as you get into position, hovering just above his dick. “When you feel ready, lower your hips.” You nod, letting your weight allow you to sink down onto his base, sighing at that familiar fullness, unaware that you’re making a face that has Divus licking his lips.
He could get used to that face.
“Feel full again?” You nod, letting Divus tug you forward so you’re laying on his chest. “You could ride me in this position, or grind against me.” Trailing one of his hands along your back and you sigh as you let your body settle more atop his. “Or like right now, just rest with me inside you.”
“It feels good.” You admit as you snuggle into him, placing your hands on his chest and tracing random patterns into his flawless skin. “I like it.”
“Just remember that in the morning.”
And after several more rounds, you tap out. Too exhausted to move and out of energy when you fall asleep. In the morning, you wake to the sound of birds chirping outside the window and a warm body pressed to your back. Hissing when you try to roll over to face Divus, who is wide awake.
“I told you, you would be sore.” He did. Though you don’t regret it.
“Will I be able to leave this bed?”
“You will. However I don’t think you’ll be going far.” That has you raising your eyebrows and you realize you’re wearing a pair of underwear that feels a lot softer against your skin than the pair you’d been wearing the night before.
“Divus. What the fuck did you do?”
“Merely kept my word Darling. I burnt that offensive suit.” Leaning in to kiss you. “When you want to leave you can borrow some of my clothes for now.”
“I’m going to kill you Crewel.”
“Promises promises, Darling.” You don’t kill him, but after he throws more than three-quarters of your clothes out you come pretty close.
You let out a soft whine at the tug to the collar around your throat, pulled from memory lane as your back arches slightly and you’re forced to release the material you’d been gripping.
“It seems someone is being a bad girl again today.” Following the pull backward as the leash attached to the collar grows taunt until your back is pressed against a familiar chest. “I told you to pay attention, why aren’t you.” You don’t answer right away. Waiting for the command that goes with it. “Speak, Pet.”
“You said I wasn’t allowed to cum, Master.” Trying to keep your voice meek. “I was thinking about the past to try and stop myself.”
“The past.” His breath is hot against your ear, but not as hot as his cock still pounding into you from behind. “What had you so interested that you got lost in your own head?”
“You, Master.” As much as you want to reach back and touch him you won’t. Not without a command, and certainly not while wearing the bright red collar around your throat. “The first time we had sex.” His hips still for a second and you hear the briefest sigh from him.
“If you think nostalgia is going to get you out of your punishment, you’re wrong, Pet.” Divus runs his nose along the shell of your ear. “I made it quite clear I didn’t want you to touch yourself before I got home tonight. And what did I find?” Another pause as you wait to see if he’s going to answer his own question, or get you to. “Speak.”
“Me. Sitting in my collar with one of your replica cocks in my cunt, fucking myself stupid.” You’d grin if you thought you could get away with it, but the full body mirror across from your bed would have outed you.
“Exactly. And bad girls take their punishment of not getting to cum until their Master has caught up.” Back to snapping his hips and you bit your lips to hold back your moan. “Lucky you for, in your adventure to the past I caught up. I thought you’d notice the amount of cum seeping from your cunt by now.” Trailing his hand down from your breast over your stomach and to where the two of you are joined, your breath hitching as he presses his bare fingers against your folds and lifts them so you can see the creamy substance in the mirror.
The view has you tightening around him, holding back the temptation of licking your lips. “Now for the real question.” Mouthing at the skin just below your ear and making eye contact in the mirror. “Does my Pet deserve to cum with her Master? I expect an answer.”
“Yes, Master.” You know this part of the game well. “I didn’t lie when you asked how many times I came before you got home. I didn’t argue with my punishment. Please let me cum with you.”
“Your cunt certainly didn’t feel like it was lying when we started.” The pressure on the leash is released and you go back down to all fours, spreading your legs to let him snap his hips with more force. “We may need to continue your lessons another time, I won’t allow you to slip back into bad habits.” You can’t help it this time, you tighten at the thought and Divus’s hips falter for a moment.
“Oh, you naughty thing.” His hand slaps your ass before moving down the outside of your thigh and drifting inside to toy with your clit. It isn’t long before you feel his hips still and he pinches your clit, your orgasm that you’ve been trying to deny all night pulled from you with a gasp.
Slumping forward into the sheets as your arms and legs go boneless. Your hips held up by Divus with his arms around your middle. In your post orgasm haze you grin at the feel of his lips moving up along your spine until his fingers are fiddling with the clasp of the collar around your neck. “Playtime is over Darling.” His lips moving along the skin that had been under the soft leather before he lets out a huff at the clear indication of it having been too tight. “There is a reason I don’t like you putting this on yourself.”
You ignore his comment, it’s not the first argument about it and it won’t be the last. “Well Babe, how was your week because mine was fucking shit?” Arching your back and rolling your neck, letting out a soft exhale when you feel Divus slip his cock from inside your walls and the trickle of his cum sliding down your thigh.
“Language Darling.” Hearing the bed shift as he leaves it, heading for the walk in closet with your collar and leash in hand. “The last thing we need is for the children to pick up on your foul mouth.”
“If our babies are going to pick up anyone’s foul language, it’s yours. You should have heard what Pearl was snapping at Pongo for on Wednesday. She called him a scummy inbred that could fall of the side of the earth, all because he stole her rubber squeak toy.” Doing your best to get off the bed before any more fluid dripped down your thighs, heading towards the bathroom.
“We clearly have different views on what constitutes foul language.” Hearing him call out as you flip on the shower for the water to heat up. “As to your question, terrible. Did I text you about the student who dropped an entire cup of Lantern blossom nectar? Or the one who somehow took out an entire shelf of powdered chemicals?”
“No, but your students sure sound a lot like my staff in the Lab. One of them somehow improperly fitted the joint on one of the holding vats, to the point that it exploded because it couldn’t vent the pressure through the off gassing valve.” Stepping into the shower and glad for the hot water beating down onto your skin.
A few moments later the shower door opened again and you felt Divus step in behind you, curling his arm around your waist. “At least that explains why I came home to you sitting there with your collar on.” You move to the side to let him have more access to the spray from the overhead nozzle.
“Well, I figured you weren’t having a good day today at least. Seeing as you were an hour late already by the time I got around to putting it on.” Friday, your favorite day of the week like most, because for you it meant your husband came home from his weekly stay on Sage Island. “And you did text about the Lantern blossom student. How big was the shelf the other one took out?”
Reaching for the shampoo bottle and pouring some into your palm before pulling Divus from under the spray and reaching to work it into his hair. Watching as he thought about it for a moment. “A bit smaller than the size of your desk in the office.” You wince. That’s a lot of chemicals.
“Anyone hurt?” A tired sigh as Divus rinses his hair before repeating the action for you. Dragging his fingers along your scalp and making a tutting noise.
“A few minor burns, enough to make him and a few others realize the laboratory on campus is not the place for a fist fight.” Following him as he gently tugs you back under the spray. “You’ve been ignoring your scalp again, did you use the hair mask at all this week?”
You pause your nose twitching as you think about it. “I forgot.” Grabbing a cloth and the cleaner Divus uses on his skin, working it to a lather before starting to rub his back. “It was a hectic week. If it wasn’t for the babies, I might have used the mirror to come see you to complain about it.”
“Every week it seems something in your routine slips.” You know he’s teasing as he dips his head lower to kiss you under the water. “How did I ever end up with such a troublesome wife?”
“I think you asked me when we were high from that time someone added ground fireflower to the sleep draught I was trying to perfect in my Lab.” Teasing him back before you wrapped your arms around him under the spray, letting your head land against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. “I missed you.”
“And I you.” Feeling his arms encircle your frame as well. “I know I usually wait until after the shower, but have you given any more thought to my proposal from a month ago?”
“I have.” You admit, something the two of you had agreed to before your marriage. Never rushing into things until you both had a chance to think about it. “I’m leaning more and more towards it, it’s just the logistics. And I don’t trust Crowley.” You admit as you run your hand along his back. “We’d still keep this house to right?”
“Of course Darling, otherwise we’d never have room for all my furs.” One of his arms leaves you, and the hot water pounding into your skin falls away as he shuts off the faucet. “I did find a nice little cottage at the edge of town, it has enough room for Pearl and Pongo to run around while we’re at work. It’d be nice to see them through the week instead of just the weekend.”
“You. In a cottage?” Leaning back to lift one of your eyebrows at him. “Are you sure you’re Divus Crewel? Did you replace my husband?”
“Very funny.” A swat to your ass before he reached up to grab one of the towels and wrapped it around you. “Are we doing take out tonight? I don’t feel like cooking.”
“We can. What I took out can go back in the fridge until tomorrow.” Nodding at him as you dry yourself off before going to the main room to grab some lounge clothes from the closet. “The usual order from that Scalding Sands restaurant you like?”
“Please, my Love.” Hearing that you grin, he only calls you that when he’s trying to butter you up, and you know it’s about you moving to Sage Island. A soft whine from the main bedroom door and your grin grows larger, opening the door to let two white and black spotted blurs race by.
“Incoming.” The teasing clear in your voice while you muffle your laugh at his yell of indignation over cold noses.
Later, after you’ve both eaten and taken the babies for their walk, you and Divus are sprawled on the couch. Well, he’s sprawled on the couch and you’re sprawled on him, with both dogs curled up in their beds on the floor by your heads. The news playing in the background that both of you are watching but not truly paying attention to.
“So..” You trail off feeling the hand rubbing your back under your shirt pause. “This cottage. You think it would work?”
“I do. If you’d like, I can arrange for a viewing.” His head shifting as he reaches for the remote to turn the volume even lower. “It's far enough from the school that you won’t be dragged into any of Crowley’s schemes.”
“You say that now.” Huffing as you slip one of your hands under his black sweater to trace his ribs. “That man seemed bound and determined to have a matched set on staff. Not that I’d be able to teach anything since you have the only position I’d remotely consider.” Tapping his skin as you frown. “That commute for me is going to suck if he won’t agree to me using the mirror though.”
“During our last chess game, Mozus said he’d approach Crowley to support it.”
“Sevens Babe, how badly did you lose for him to say that.” A swat to your back as you snicker into the fabric of his shirt.
“That old fart still holds a soft spot for you. I clearly remember you once calling her a phantom that somehow still looked human.” His voice shifting in a bad imitation of his once professor. “ She’s good for you and that pompous nature of yours.” You can’t help it, you cackle as one of your legs swings upward behind you.
“Not the voice.” Snorting loudly enough that Pearl grew annoyed and left her bed to move to the couch at the far end of the room. “You know it kills me.” When your laughter finally dies down, or at least enough that you can speak. “Alright. Set up the viewing. After five years I miss coming home to my husband every night and only seeing him on weekends.”
Humming Divus sends you a playful look. “I don’t know Darling. Maybe that separation is why I’m still so madly in love with you.” It’s your turn to swat at him, grinning as you think back to your teenage years. There’s no way they’d ever believe you that at thirty two you’d be married to your archnemesis, let alone for almost eight years.
“Here’s to a new chapter in the story of Mr. and Mrs. Crewel.”
“A new chapter indeed Darling.” A soft moment as you shift to lean up and kiss him. Only for Pongo to decide to join you and Divus on the couch and ruin the moment.
Summary: You and Sylus have a routine. It’s one borne of months spent coexisting with one another, and one that you’ve easily grown accustomed to. Even though your life with him in the chapel is all a means to an end— an end that involves him devouring your soul— you would be lying if you said you weren’t comfortable and complacent with the dynamic. That’s why when you find him behaving abnormally in the bowels of your shared home, you can’t help but draw closer to the peculiar sight… and upon discovering the truth, there’s no stopping yourself from selfishly caving to the desires of your lust-drunk dragon.
Alternatively summarized as Sylus goes into his dragon rut and has freaky, animalistic sex with you.
Full fic is now up on Ao3 (with more diverse tags, as per usual)
Something was off.
It was hard to put your finger on what exactly it was, though. Everything within the chapel looked the same; the candelabras flickered dimly and cast dancing shadows against the walls, piles of treasures covered the ground, and the damp, wooden scent of the church pews filled the air. It was humid inside– more so than usual– and the stillness inside the chamber both unnerved and soothed you.
Your dragon was nowhere to be found.
His usual place atop the chancel at the front of the chapel was empty. You had grown accustomed to walking into the room to find him floating there listlessly– twirling a gold coin or some other bit of loot between his fingers while he hummed to himself and daydreamed. But this time, Sylus was absent as you glanced around the room, and you rubbed the sleep from your eyes as though that might help you to better locate him.
“Sylus?”
Your voice echoed throughout the cavernous room, and your call went unanswered. Strange. He was always relatively quick to come when you summoned him… where could he be?
The heels of your boots clicked softly against the marble floor as you strode to the front of the chapel. Sylus wasn’t hiding within the rows of pews, and he wasn’t behind the podium either. Maybe it was arrogant for you to assume as much, but he wouldn’t have gone out without telling you. He had been here earlier before you’d fallen asleep.
The cracked, stained glass windows behind the stage came into full view as you neared the back of the room, and you huffed in annoyance when your dragon still failed to reveal himself to you. “Sylus?” you called again, straining in your attempts to pick up on any sign of life within the church.
You couldn’t hear a thing, but suddenly a unique, heady scent flooded your nostrils.
The smell was somewhere between musky and smokey. It was too organic to be deemed soot-based, but also too bizarre to be something that was simply carried on the wind. Riding on the coattails of the fragrance was a spicy yet subtly sweet aroma that made a shiver course down your spine, and you found that as you breathed in deeply to take in more of the smell, your entire body seemed to respond to it. The hair on your arms stood straight, your stomach flipped over on itself, and one particular spot against your neck throbbed to life.
The nearly faded bite mark Sylus had bestowed upon you all those months ago felt as fresh as it had the day he’d given it to you, and you absentmindedly rubbed at it to ease the aching sensation.
Again, something was off.
“Sylus, quit ignoring me and come out,” you snapped with frustration. Agitation that hadn’t existed five minutes ago ran rampant through your veins– a sudden restlessness coming to life and prompting you to search for the silver haired dragon with newfound verve. There were only so many places he could hide within the chapel. Despite evidence to the contrary, you had a feeling he was still here. It wasn’t like him to up and vanish without a word to you, and strangely enough, that smell…
He was here. You knew it deep in your bones.
A handful of tiny rooms lined the far side of the church, so you started throwing open the doors one after another in the hopes of finding him inside of one. Four vacant closets were all you were met with, however, and you sighed loudly when the weirdly appealing scent got fainter and fainter the farther you moved away from the stage. You weren’t a dog. Following your nose seemed like the stupidest idea– especially when there was no guarantee that it was even coming from Sylus in the first place. But some inherent part of you assumed as much– no, knew as much. Whatever the fragrance was, it belonged to him.
You made your way back to the stage, reassured by the growing potency of the unique scent. There were no other doors behind the stage, nor was there any likelihood of your dragon being outside this time of night. There wasn’t a chance that you were smelling him through the windows– the very thought of it was balmy and ridiculous. But after scouring every corner, every wall, and even glancing up at the ceiling at the support beams running parallel to the floor, you found nothing.
Where the hell was he? More importantly, why were you so desperate to find him? That smell was driving you berserk.
Shaking your head to yourself, you glanced down at the floor dejectedly, on the brink of accepting defeat and returning to the curtained off alcove you called your bedchamber. But then something caught your eye– something you had failed to notice in the past due to the mountains of loot that normally covered the floors behind the chancel.
A trapdoor.
The consolidated pile of treasure that had sat on top of it before now was spread thin off to the side of the hatch. It was as if Sylus had clawed all of it aside to gain access to the lower levels of the church, the messy state of everything leaving you to believe that he had moved in a rushed, frantic manner. Odd.
The peculiarity of the situation was overlooked entirely by the sense of calm that washed over you. You had found him. The tantalizing, bewitching aroma that had called to you like a siren’s song was strongest above the trapdoor, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that when you made your way inside, you would find your dragon.
You had expected to be met with a ladder or a narrow staircase upon opening the hatch, but instead you discovered nothing. It was a straight drop down into a dark, musty abyss, but the minimal light that poured into the opening revealed that it was only about an eight foot plummet. Ripping your boots off, you set them beside the scattered pile of gold next to you, then swung your legs over the edge. The muscles in your arms screamed in protest as you slowly, carefully, eased yourself into the hole until you were dangling completely from the edge, and you suppressed the urge to scream when you let go.
To say you landed gracefully would be a lie, but there were no witnesses to counteract the claim.
It was dark down here– much darker than you had been expecting– but the skinny corridor you found yourself now standing in only led in one direction, and the enticing scent you had been chasing after for so long was stronger. You kept one hand on the side of the wall as you padded forward quietly, narrowing your eyes as you trudged deeper and farther into the unknown area of the chapel.
Before long, there was light. Flickering, shifting firelight that emanated from torches you could see at the end of the passage. As you neared the end of the dark hallway, a muffled, disembodied sound reached your ears and prompted you to halt in your tracks.
Someone was groaning. Sylus.
Your eagerness to see him couldn’t outweigh your caution, though. Silent as a wraith, you peered around the corner of the corridor and scanned the interior of the basement. At least, you figured it was a basement. A strange one with no ladder or staircase to easily access. The underground chamber was starkly different from upstairs, primarily because there were no glittering piles of gold loot or gems. It made the space look rather dull, in your opinion.
There were lots of soft things, however. Velveteen pillows, cotton throw blankets, and colorful tapestries that had been laid out to maximize the comfort one could derive from residing in such a dreary place.
In the center of the makeshift nest was Sylus.
He was sprawled out on his side with his back to you, and his long, powerful tail was curled around himself protectively. The pants he usually wore were hanging low on his hips, revealing parts of his body that you had never once glimpsed before. Your cheeks flushed in an instant at the sight, and in that moment, you considered that maybe you had made a mistake in seeking him out.
Was he ill? He was still groaning– albeit rather softly. His skin looked damp as well, as though a thin sheen of sweat covered the entirety of his figure, and– was he twitching? His arm was moving a little.
It was the thought of your dragon being sick that spurred you into motion. You stepped out of the corridor and silently made your way towards him, taking care not to make a sound so you wouldn’t startle him. Not that the chances of that happening were very high– you could never sneak up on Sylus. He had a sixth sense dedicated solely to thwarting your attempts at getting the jump on him.
Once you were roughly five feet away from him, you stopped in your tracks again. He was still letting loose choked groans and writhing slightly against the floor, but there was also something else. A wet, squelching sound that made your eyes go wide and your breathing hitch in your throat. From your vantage point over him, you were made aware startlingly fast what was contributing to the new noises.
Sylus… he had his cock clenched tight in his fist. His wrist moved furiously as he worked his hand up and down the painfully hard shaft, and from over his shoulder, you could see opaque wet stains that adorned the dark blanket beneath him.
What… what had you just walked in on?
You weren’t as careful when you stepped back as you had been while approaching. Your heel connected roughly with the ground, prompting Sylus to go rigid as his hand stilled against his cock. Then, almost in slow motion, his neck craned backwards so he could fix his narrowed, red eyes on your frozen form.
For a few heated seconds, the two of you just stared at one another. Your face was undoubtedly beet red– your lips parted as you scrambled to find the right words to speak. Did you apologize? Did you ask if he was alright? What was the correct thing to do in this situation?
Sylus, on the other hand, looked strangely impassive. Apart from the heady flush that covered his cheeks and stretched down to his chest, he seemed relatively calm. His crimson eyes– while usually sharp and piercing– were presently hooded and tired looking. They seemed to brighten when they landed on you though, and at the same time you managed to weakly croak, “I-I’m sorry–”, Sylus growled.
Shit.
Your previous assumption that he was tired went right out the fucking window in the next second. With inhuman speed, Sylus shot up from the collection of blankets to coil his arms around your waist, then hauled you down so you were half-draped, half-kneeling over him. You remedied the half-draped part of your position remarkably quickly, because for a few blood-chilling seconds, the lower part of your body had been flush to his arched cock– so much so that you had felt it pulse against you through the fabric of your dress.
Another animalistic sound reverberated through his chest as you pushed yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his sternum, but that was as far as you made it before the dragon’s arms tightened around you. “Sylus– what’s wrong with you?”
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” His voice was low and sultry, laced with unmistakable arousal that had heat pooling in your gut. That, in addition to the inescapable scent wafting from him, was quickly making your mind feel hazy. This wasn’t normal… something was making you feel like this. Something unnatural. “I came all the way down here to keep you away from me, but you’ve ruined all my hard work.”
One of his hands skirted up your back and pressed down against your spine, forcing you to arch into him as he leaned up to bury his nose in your neck. His next intake of breath was deep, shaking both him and yourself to your very cores, and you felt his nails dig into your hips through your dress as he exhaled gruffly. “I shouldn’t have intruded,” you mumbled, bracing one of your hands against his chest to push him back. It didn’t escape your notice that the only reason you succeeded in shoving him away was because he let you. “I-I’ll leave. I’m sorry for–”
“Don’t go.”
You blinked down at him in wonder. You had never seen your dragon so… out of sorts. It was an understatement, certainly, but there was no other way to describe his demeanor. Prone atop the floor, Sylus looked up at you through his long lashes, his cheeks still violently flushed and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms were no longer crushing you to him, but his hands remained stubbornly planted on your waist in his attempts to hold you in place. Nevermind the fact that his cock was still out– literally a hairs-width away from your core beneath the folds of your dress.
Aside from your undergarments, there was next to nothing separating your most intimate place from his.
“I…” you trailed off, averting your stare to the corridor you had come through earlier. “I don’t think I should stay. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’re not yourself.”
“I’m more myself than I’ve ever been,” he countered smoothly, intensifying his grip on your hips as he dug his heels into the blankets. “It’s in my nature to be driven mad with lust every few months. It’s what you might call an unfortunate side effect for my kind.”
Almost testingly, you shifted your hips back to try climbing off of him. His fingers may as well have been barbed shackles for all the good your attempt was. Puzzled, you murmured, “Side effect? Of what? Being a dragon?”
“In a vague sense, yes…” Sylus swallowed thickly as a shudder wracked his body– so fierce that you had to plant your other palm against his chest to keep yourself from toppling over. God, it was like he was drunk. He gritted his teeth together and cracked open his bleary eyes to stare at you again, and the next wave of his scent washed over you with the force of a tidal wave. “More specifically, it’s a side effect of a dragon’s rut.”
Oh.
Oh.
You had read about such things once. At the time, you had naturally assumed it was fiction– a made up aspect of equally made up fairy tales told to children before they went to bed. But considering that dragons were very much real creatures that had once rivaled mankind’s population, of course the rest of the stories would be true as well.
A dragon’s rut. A period of time when the creatures in question were inhabited by one, prudent thought above all others.
Reproduce.
“All the more reason for me to go,” you forced the words from your throat with the last bit of resolve you could muster up. Between Sylus’ branding touch against your hips and the way his scent was akin to an airborne aphrodisiac, you knew your willpower wouldn’t last long. Your affection for your dragon was a very real thing, but time after time, he had rebuffed your inquiries about his thoughts on love. Companionship to him was a foreign concept– something that went hand in hand with his solitary nature. You had made your peace with that months ago and resigned yourself to a short lifetime of simply being in his company before he inevitably devoured your soul.
Or at least, you thought you had.
It was hard to think about much of anything right now.
Sylus sighed heavily, and the sound seemed to banish a degree of his self-control. Without giving you a moment to process his moves, he sat up and flipped the two of you over, caging you against the floor between his trembling arms and sliding one of his knees between your legs. You could only gasp when he burrowed his face in the crook of your shoulder, the warm, wet feeling of his tongue laving over your pulse making your mind go blank.
“Can’t you feel it?” His husky voice was muffled against the spit-slick skin of your neck. “Can’t you feel how desperately I need you? Can you smell it?”
S-Smell it…?
You made a small sound of confirmation at the back of your throat, at which point one of Sylus’ hands began trailing up your thigh, pushing more and more of your dress up your legs. “That smell… is my pheromones. Under normal circumstances, it would attract another dragon to my side. But instead…” he nipped at your throat lightly, making you jolt underneath him as your arousal began to saturate your undergarments. “It attracted you.”
Words failed to form on your tongue as Sylus brazenly sank his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. A cry that was equal parts pained and surprised burst from your lips, and a low, rumbling growl was the dragon’s only sound of acknowledgment. Sharp, deadly claws trailed against your thigh, the tips of his nails catching on the fabric of your dress as it was hoisted high up your legs, and the material pooled below your navel before Sylus hooked a finger under the flimsy band of your underwear.
His breath was hot against your skin when he whispered against your neck, “You’ll let me have you, right? Your soul is already promised to me, but what about your body?”
Fuck– you were positive you would agree to just about anything if it meant the ache between your legs could be sated. Every fiber of Sylus’ being oozed seduction; his handsome face, his ardent touch, his mind numbing scent. You wanted to throw caution to the wind and let him indulge in his thirst for you, because you selfishly wanted to experience everything he had to offer.
What you had witnessed upon walking into the room had shocked you, but it had also piqued your curiosity immeasurably.
You must have taken too long to respond, because Sylus pulled away from your throat with a winded sigh. The finger coiled around your underwear tugged imploringly, and when the dragon finally deigned to look at you again, his eyes were narrowed with barely there restraint. His tongue darted out to wet his plush, red lips, and it was at that moment you were able to see his hunger with startling clarity.
Against your better judgement, you picked your head up to peer down at the leaking, solid length of him. It was evident that his efforts at relieving himself earlier hadn’t done much good. One would think that the spend covering the blankets meant that he had quelled his urges, but with how hard he clearly still was, his attempts had more than likely only staved off a persistent ache.
Without thinking, you lifted a shaky hand to wrap your fingers around his cock, the entirety of it pulsing fervently in your grip. A strangled hiss slipped through Sylus’ teeth as his eyes squeezed shut at the minor stimulation your touch granted him, and you decided to take things a step further by cautiously swiping your thumb over the slick, swollen head.
Sylus let loose an animalistic snarl that tore through the room and made you jolt. Then he was moving– pulling away from your touch and settling back on his haunches so he could rip your underwear down your legs with the lone finger he gripped them with.
“God,” you gasped. You instinctively covered your exposed center with your hands and pressed your knees together, “You don’t have to be so rough.”
With feline grace, Sylus drew back farther before lowering his face so it was directly above your knees. Clawed fingers spread over the tops before gripping them firmly, and then he was pulling your thighs apart to reveal your already soaked core to himself. “Do you have any idea how delicious you smell right now?”
“I– what?” You couldn't help but stammer brainlessly, blood rushing into your cheeks in response to the sinful line of questioning. “You’re insane.”
Sylus flashed you a wicked smirk, opting to silently prove your point by descending lower, lower, until his nose was nearly touching your wet folds. Then he breathed in deeply and shuddered. “It’s like the divine essence of the gods themselves. I wonder– does it taste as good as it smells?”
Your eyes went wider than saucers. No… there was no way he was going to–
Sylus’ lips parted for his tongue, the flat muscle laving a hard, pointed stripe right up your center, and the pressure he inflicted against your clit made you keen breathlessly. “Sy– wait, what are you–”
The dragon ignored you in favor of repeating the motion again, only this time he dipped the tip of his tongue inside of you to collect as much moisture as he possibly could. The feeling was surreal; it was hot and silky all at once, the sting of Sylus’ nails digging into your thighs harmonizing magically with the pleasure of his nose rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You gasped wantonly, your mind caving to the arousal that had been dogging at your heels since setting foot in the chamber. When your back bowed off of the floor to dimly press more of yourself onto his tongue, Sylus chuckled darkly and began feasting with uninhibited restraint.
Wet, sloppy sounds came from between your legs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed by it. Sylus certainly wasn’t. The way his mouth moved against your cunt was somewhere between calculated and arbitrary, but it was all entirely instinctual. The attention he bestowed against your clit synced perfectly with the hard, probing depths he reached with his tongue, and your head fell back against the blankets as you gasped in wonder.
“S-Sylus,” you moaned shakily. “Sylus, it feels so good.”
The dragon hummed his approval, withdrawing his tongue from your core so he could briefly suck your sensitive nub into his mouth before releasing it with an audible pop. The fleeting rush of pleasure disappeared almost as quickly as it arrived, and directly against your folds, Sylus murmured, “Tastes just as good, too. Heavenly.”
His mouth was back on you before you could think to say something stupid. With newfound gusto, Sylus shamelessly licked, sucked, and kissed whatever parts of you he could get his lips on. It was maddening– so much so that your hands blindly shot away from the floor to land in his hair. The soft strands curled around your fingers as you gathered fistfuls of the silvery locs in your grip, pressing him harder against you in some feeble attempt to steer him deeper.
Another wave of that tantalizing scent of his came over you, and you swore up and down you saw stars. It truly was heavenly, and you wanted more.
You weakly tugged at his hair to get his attention, but Sylus was too distracted to pay you any mind. He groaned eagerly and let his jaw go slack, swiping his tongue over every inch of your wet skin to collect every last drop of slick that coated it. He was positively ravenous, and you tried yanking his hair again, only harder this time. “Sylus,” came your whiny plea. “Please.”
The needy timbre to your voice prompted his crimson eyes to fly open, and he looked up at you through his long, thick lashes with unparalleled lust.
The heat of his gaze set your blood alight in your veins, and you had to swallow around a growing lump in your throat. “Please,” you repeated shyly. “I want… I want to kiss you.”
For the first time since seeing him down here, Sylus looked perplexed. It was as though the concept of kissing hadn’t even crossed his mind, which made a little bit of sense considering he was a dragon… maybe he didn’t know how? But then he licked the remnants of your pleasure from his lips and let go of your legs, pushing himself up to seductively crawl over your prone form. He braced his arms on either side of your head, staring down at you with his piercing eyes almost appraisingly.
“You want to kiss me?” he asked in that deep, sultry voice of his. “Why?”
Despite the fact that he had just been lip-locked with your most private place, the thought of having to explain your request to him seemed largely more embarrassing. “…Do dragons not kiss each other when they do this?”
He cocked his head to the side, the move so primal and subhuman that you were reminded once again that even though he looked human, he was the farthest thing from it. “How would I know?”
“Do you know how to kiss?”
His lips pressed together to form a straight line that cut across his sharp features. Was that frustration of self-consciousness you detected? You couldn’t be sure. “I don’t make a habit of bedding people, so I can’t say I’m all that familiar with the concept.”
Ah, so it was awkwardness he was subtly displaying. For some reason, the realization made you smile– but Sylus didn’t seem thrilled with your sudden amusement. He tsk’d softly and looked towards the far wall with his brows furrowed, his sharp nails catching on the fibers of the blanket as they dug into the soft material. “I don’t see what’s so funny about me not knowing your silly, human customs. They’re irrelevant to me–”
“It’s not funny,” you interjected quickly, reaching up to cup his cheeks and turn his face back towards you. This time, your smile was of the reassuring variety, but doubt still twinkled in those gemstone-like eyes of his. “You were just making a cute face, that’s all. I can show you how… if you want to, that is.”
For a moment, it genuinely looked like the dragon was going to outright refuse. His jaw hardened beneath your palms, and the unyielding, stubborn glint in his irises made you believe that he would dismiss your offer entirely. But then he moved; slowly, Sylus lowered himself down onto his elbows so his face was mere inches away from yours, his nose crinkling with a quaint sort of bashfulness that you had never seen from him before.
Was this really the same being that had shamelessly hauled you down on top of him earlier? This version of your dragon was… softer. More uncertain. You couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing.
Still smiling, you searched his eyes for any signs of discomfort or hesitation and found none. If anything, Sylus just looked expectant. He was waiting for you to make your next move, so you squashed your fears about upsetting him and pulled his face towards yours.
The kiss was… stiff. You could feel the tension radiating throughout Sylus’ body as he processed what you were doing, and in an attempt to get him to loosen up, you trailed one of your hands away from his cheek to cup the back of his neck. Your nails scratched lightly against the base of his skull and pulled a barely there groan from him– at which point you decided to be bolder.
Opening your mouth, you traced Sylus’ bottom lip with your tongue before probing cautiously at the seam– silently asking for him to grant you access. He took his time catering to your request, eventually relenting once he pieced together what it was you wanted, and the wet muscle swept through his mouth greedily. The dragon tasted of something smokey and sweet all at once– the flavor not all that different from the scent he’d been steadily giving off. It danced on your tastebuds marvelously, a tiny moan slithering free from your throat, and the minuscule sound seemed to spark something within Sylus, because he was kissing you back in the next instant.
His own tongue wrapped around yours as the pressure from his lips increased. Each of his movements was colored with a tinge of uncertainty, but it seemed to be mostly fueled by his desire to experiment. He wanted to get it right. He wanted to learn.
Pleased by his vigor, your hand on the back of his neck curled into a loose fist around his hair. Sylus made a sound– something halfway between a moan and a sigh– and you stole your opportunity to playfully bite at his bottom lip. You felt his back tense abruptly, his mouth halting its movements against yours, and you opened your eyes in a panic to see if you had accidentally done something wrong.
Sylus’ face was a blur as he quickly pulled away to knock your arm to the floor, pinning your wrist beside your head in one quick motion before he was back on you. Suddenly it was like he had known how to kiss all along; his mouth was everywhere. He sucked wetly on your bottom lip, then peppered hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, and finally surprised you by tugging at your earlobe with his sharp canines.
Maybe biting held a similar meaning to kissing for dragons, because you were quickly realizing that Sylus enjoyed having his teeth on you.
“S-So?” you stammered softly, tilting your head to the side to give him easier access to your neck. Sylus latched his lips over your pulse point to bite and suck at the skin there, your lashes fluttering in response to the sting, and it took a herculean effort for you to voice the rest of your question without groaning. “Did you like it?”
“It’s strange,” he muttered hotly against your throat. “But then again, so are humans. I could get used to it.”
It was as close to approval as you were going to get with him, so you hummed in acknowledgment and let your eyes drift shut. Sylus’ nails bit into your wrist with alarming strength– his full weight settling against you more and more as he dropped his hips so they were flush with yours– and you felt the wet, heavy length of his cock rest tellingly against your pelvis. Its mass should have scared you, especially considering you had already seen how big it was when you’d walked in on him earlier, but instead of apprehension taking root in your gut, you only felt the exhilaration of arousal.
The arm at your side slid coyly between your bodies so you could delicately stroke his shaft. Sylus’ breathing hitched in his throat, and when you teasingly ghosted the tip of your finger over the leaking head, he jolted. His gruff voice vibrated directly against your jaw when he lifted his head and growled, “I don’t think those priests were wrong for accusing you of being a sorceress.”
“Oh?” Your brow quirked up questioningly, your finger dexterously tracing featherlight shapes over the tip of Sylus’ cock. “Why is that?”
“Because you’re wicked.” His crimson eyes narrowed as he released your wrist to trap your hand to his shaft with blind precision, forcing the entirety of your palm to press against his member, and the sound he made at the stimulation was nothing short of perfection. The corner of his mouth curled as he purred, “What sinful little spells are you casting on me, hm? I can’t seem to get enough. You make me greedy.”
“Bold of you to talk about spells when you’re the one reeking of those phero-whatevers.”
“I can’t help that. You, on the other hand…” He buried his nose in the junction of your neck and shoulder, laving his tongue over the fading bite scar he had left there a lifetime ago before whispering against it, “For how insistent you were about leaving, you’re enjoying this quite a bit.”
To say your mind was swimming in lustful thoughts would be a monumental understatement. Even though Sylus wasn’t looking at you, you were positive he could hear your innermost desires. Over and over again in your head were iterations of “More” and “Take me”. How many times since meeting the dragon had you fantasized about exactly this happening? Not the rut part– that had taken you by surprise– but the rest of it?
You were a fool to believe that you had dealt with your unrequited feelings for Sylus. Maybe he would come to regret this moment later on when his rut was over, but that would be a problem for future-you to deal with. Right now, you wanted nothing more than to cave to your baser instincts and for Sylus to cave to his. You wanted him to fuck you within an inch of your life and finally help scratch the itch that had been hounding you for months.
Emboldened by your internal acceptance, you laughed airily and did the only thing you could think of in that moment; you squeezed his cock imploringly, turning your head towards the sound of his guttural moan so you could murmur directly in his ear. “I’ll give my body to you, Sylus. So hurry up and do something with it.”
The next sequence of events happened so fast that you could barely comprehend them. Sylus growled and yanked you upright, his clawed fingers raking down the back of your dress and tearing the fabric open so he could free you from it. There was a muted stinging sensation against your spine where his nails had broken your skin, but that hardly seemed important when you caught sight of the ravenous, insatiable hunger on the dragon’s handsome face. Your breasts spilled out in full view as the attire pooled in a messy heap around your waist– though it didn’t stay there for long. It was soon ripped away and haphazardly tossed to the side of the room without a second glance, and then Sylus was pushing you back against the blankets.
Heavy, panted breaths sounded from him at an almost concerning pace. You blearily watched as he shoved his pants lower– evidently too impatient to take them off all the way– before one of his hands appeared against the underside of your jaw and forced you to look him square in the eyes.
“Don’t look away,” he instructed sternly. His hand remained where it was until you nodded, and only then did he release your face and plant his arms on either side of your waist to support himself.
The first bump of his cock against your entrance made you jump, but you followed his directions to the letter and kept your stare trained evenly on him. His right eye began to glow softly– the vibrant red stark against the flickering torchlight that illuminated the room– and he smirked to himself as he languidly slid his shaft tauntingly between your folds. “I knew it,” he growled. “You do like this.”
Patience was a forgotten thing as Sylus abruptly pressed into your cunt, your mouth falling open around a long, drawn out moan that shook the walls of the chamber. He was huge. It was unreal how thick he felt breaching you– the very air in your lungs stolen from you as your body instinctively tensed. Sylus bared his teeth as his eyes formed into thin slits, the heady flush decorating his skin deepening into the same shade as the gem centered on his chest as he stilled his hips. Something told you that it wasn’t for your benefit, though.
He looked like he was on the verge of losing control completely.
“Relax,” his head dipped between his shoulders to creep closer to yours, and a glimmer of something new in his eyes caught your attention.
Affection.
You stood corrected… maybe he was waiting for you.
“S-Sorry. You’re…” you swallowed thickly and planted your palms down on the blankets. “It’s really big…”
“It’s only going to get bigger, so don’t hold your breath like that.”
It was going to what? Your eyes went comically large, and his guideline to keep your gaze on his was momentarily forgotten as you looked down to where the two of you were connected. He wasn’t even all the way in yet! “You’re not serious, are you?”
Annoyance flashed across his face, his arms trembling with restraint as he held himself back from moving any further. “I don’t joke. Now breathe.”
You did as he asked, sucking in a shaky breath through your nose that rewarded you with a dizzying rush of his delectable pheromones. The aroma shot through you like a bolt of lightning, striking you deep in your loins and prompting your body to practically melt against the floor, and Sylus sighed above you as he felt your walls flutter around his cock. There had to be some sort of magic attributed to your reaction to the scent, because any discomfort you had felt previously was now nonexistent.
“Good,” Sylus rumbled proudly. One of his clawed hands lifted away from the floor to tilt your chin up, directing your eyes back to his as he shifted his hips forward ever so slightly. Inch after inch of his member slid home within your cunt, and even though your brain wanted to remain hung up on how mind-boggling the stretch was, you forced yourself to keep breathing. Whatever innate magic his pheromones performed on your body was working perfectly.
It didn’t take long for you to feel the hot, sweat-slick skin of his pelvis go flush against the backs of your thighs. Fully sheathed within your walls, Sylus groaned roughly and planted the hand under your chin beside your head. It was no secret that your dragon was strong; his large, toned body was littered with scars and lined with bulging veins that spoke volumes of his physical prowess. But being wholly beneath him like this– staring up at his broad shoulders, his thick neck, and watching the muscles in his arms shift beneath his skin– it made you feel incredibly small.
He was giant.
The realization also amplified your arousal tenfold, for some strange reason. Or maybe it was just his smokey scent diluting your mind with such corrupt thoughts. Either way, you allowed yourself to enjoy the sight of his powerful body moving over you as he grabbed your waist and reared his hips back again. Then without a moment of hesitation, Sylus slammed his cock into you, and your vision flashed white as a cry tore from your lips.
“F-Fuck, Sylus–”
He didn’t relent. Low, guttural sounds emanated from deep in his diaphragm as he pounded into you again, and again, and again. Sylus set a brutal pace right from the get-go, thrusting deep inside of your cunt with animalistic ferocity that reminded you how desperate he actually was. Having succeeded in his efforts to relax you, he had completely surrendered to the throes of his rut– grunting and snarling and digging his nails into your flesh as he practically pulled your body against his with every plunge of his cock.
It was an iniquitous display, but you relished in it all the same.
You were completely beside yourself. Your hands fisted in the stained blankets beneath you to hold on for dear life, your mouth falling open to let out loud, stuttering moans. You wanted to rock your hips back into Sylus’ movements, but at some point during the split second his cock withdrew all the way to the tip again, he’d manhandled your bottom half off of the floor. With your shoulder blades digging into the ground and your ass elevated in his bruising grip, the most you could do was writhe fitfully against the makeshift nest.
“Sylus, Sylus–” you gasped, your eyes rolling back when the head of his shaft struck something deep. Whatever it was, it had you seeing stars, and you desperately needed for him to do it again. “Sylus!”
You were met with a feral growl from him, his back hunching over as his hips snapped forward and punched another grating cry from your hoarse throat. Your spine arched more and your legs tensed on either side of his hips, and you heard your dragon huff brutishly before he was lowering your rear back to the floor. With quick, pointed movements, Sylus’ nails dragged along your thigh as he slung one of your legs over his shoulder, then pressed the other one against the blankets to spread you open obscenely wide. Then he was fucking into you again– so hard and so fast that it seemed like it shouldn’t be possible. The slap of his hips against your flushed, marked ass was loud, but it was completely overpowered by how shrill your screams were.
It was everything you’d wanted. Probably more so, because Sylus was ramming into you with insane stamina– moaning and growling and savagely marking your legs with his nails. You didn’t even have the brain power to beg for more. Every time he pulled back and left you nearly empty, he was fucking you open again not long after, the force of his thrusts jolting you along the floor and making a crumpled mess of the blankets beneath you. To further indulge your debauchery, you threw your hands over your head to try to find something– anything– to push against so you could rut back into Sylus’ cock, but all you managed to do was shove pillows and covers farther away.
Sylus chuckled darkly above you– a sound that made your stomach flip over on itself with how suggestive it was. His eyes were narrowed with pleasure, a half-smirk pulling at the corners of his cheshire-like lips, and he had the audacity to fucking hum, “If you want more, little sorceress, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”
God, did you ever. You wanted everything Sylus had to offer. In the time you had known your dragon, you had become an insatiable, greedy woman– shameless in your pursuit to fulfill your neverending desires. Seeing as you had already given him your body and your soul, there was no point in considering the cost. No price was too high to pay for pleasure like this.
“P-Please,” you croaked dryly, your voice garbled and raspy from shouting so much. “I want more. Please, give me more, Sylus.”
To your horror, Sylus slammed into you and stilled his hips completely, holding himself annoyingly still as he leaned forward so his face was a hairs-width away from yours. The angle practically bent you in half, but you weren’t given any time to dwell on it before he was murmuring, “You can do better than that. I know you can.”
The burning ache in your loins started to transform into a dull, unsatisfied throb, and you keened needily at the lack of stimulation. It was torture. You were certain you looked crestfallen, because Sylus grinned wickedly at whatever expression spread across your face and continued to hold his hips still.
Fine. You would give the conniving bastard exactly what he wanted, but you would make him pay for making you wait. In an act of complete submission, you licked your lips and bared your throat to him, then used your lower muscles to tighten your innermost walls around his pulsing cock.
Sylus’ reaction was instantaneous; his mouth fell open around a stuttering groan, a violent shudder rolling over him and prompting his nails to dig into your skin harder, and his half-lidded eyes seemed to bore deep into your very soul when he fixed them on you. “You…”
“Come on, Stayrus. My dragon, please– I want more. I want you to give me everything,” you pleaded brazenly, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his thick wrist where it was still planted against your pinned knee. You knew you would get what you wanted just from using his real name alone, but you still decided to add fuel to the fire. “It hurts, doesn’t it? So don’t wait anymore– just take what you want. I’m yours, Sylus, all yours.”
Sylus’ crimson eyes went dark as his pupils dilated, only a thin ring of red showing before a ferocious sound came from deep in his chest. You were moderately surprised when he chose to close the gap between the two of you to kiss you again, although it was far from a gentle affair. Sharp canines clamped down on your bottom lip as Sylus bit and sucked at the soft bit of skin until you tasted iron, and then his own tongue darted out to lave over the tiny wound.
“Mine,” he growled, his mouth descending lower to plant one lone bite against the same spot he had months earlier. “All mine.”
The potency of his declaration was overshadowed by how fast he reared his hips back before slamming them forward again. More of Sylus’ weight pressed down on the leg he held against the floor, but only for a moment. Just as the pressure started to border on painful, he snatched the limb up and tucked it against his side, pinning it there with his arm so your lower half was completely restrained at his mercy. When he deigned to start pounding into you again, you were almost tempted to start praying.
Sylus held you securely in his grip in an act of complete possession, fucking into you harder and faster as his long, firm thrusts transformed into deeper ones accompanied by grinding rutting. The new position drove the swollen head of his cock against that same spot from before– so fast and so intense that it almost knocked you out. Your throat felt raw as you threw your head back and cried out his name, the sheer ecstasy overtaking you comparable to nothing on this Earth. Your brain was melting as you burned hotter, the knot of pleasure in the pit of your stomach constricting more and more, and Sylus let loose a loud, rumbling groan when your cunt started to clamp down on his cock.
Wait, no. It wasn’t that you were tightening around him… he was getting bigger.
You could feel your walls stretching wider with every toe-curling thrust Sylus bestowed upon you, and your startled gasp was muted by the sordid sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. “Sy– I– Sylus, w-wait–”
“I can’t wait anymore,” he snarled viciously, his head falling back between his shoulders and sending strands of silvery hair across his forehead. “Fuck, you’re intoxicating.”
There was no way you were imagining it; the base of his cock was swelling. Your body was left with no choice but to conform to the new shape entering it at a rapid, mind-numbing pace, and your next breath was cut short when he struck that sensitive, spongy spot deep inside of you again. “Sylu– ah!”
“Breathe,” he commanded sharply, his lust-dark eyes boring down on you as his grip on your legs turned bruising. You could see the litany of scratches that covered your thighs and your hips now that he was holding you up, but the only thing you could wholly focus on was how full you were quickly becoming. If he had been big before, now he was massive. His eyes pinched shut, and it seemed like he had to force the rest of his sentence out through sheer force of will. “Just breathe– you can handle it.”
You begged to differ. It felt insane– like his cock was swiftly taking up any remaining space inside your body and making it impossible for oxygen to reach your lungs. You still tried, though. Through your nose and your mouth, you inhaled as deep as you were able, the air tinged with Sylus’ familiar smokey-sweet scent. His pheromones. The aroma somehow helped your body to relax, and your abdominal muscles untensed enough that the stinging stretch of your cunt shifted into something more enjoyable.
It was a dizzying sensation, and Sylus stared down at you unblinkingly as your expression went from alarmed to serene. “That’s it… good girl,” he groaned, punctuating the praise with a harsh buck of his hips. “You fit me so well, little sorceress. It’s like you were made for me.”
If you could form words at all anymore, you would have wholeheartedly agreed. You were made for him. You were his, and he was yours– your dragon. A cacophony of sinful noises spilled from Sylus’ open mouth as he spread his knees to give himself better leverage, fucking into you so fiercely that you knew he was close. The swollen base of his cock steadily grew larger, the stretch so absurd that you blearily wondered if your body would be able to revert back to its natural state when all was said and done. The thought was fleeting and irrelevant, however, as you were reduced to a drooling, boneless wreck in response to his blunt head assaulting your sweet spot over and over and over.
It was pure rapture– absolute euphoria– and the tight coil in your gut that had been on the verge of snapping for far too long finally came undone.
You wailed as you came, though there was a fairly good chance that any words you tried to speak were unintelligible. It was like your entire being– body, mind, and soul– ascended to some higher plane as your climax crashed over you. Between Sylus’ scent flooding your head and his brutal pace growing faster, it felt like you came and then kept coming. Your legs shook in his arms, and Sylus swore viciously as he held you through all of it.
After a few strained thrusts, Sylus followed you right over the edge. He fully sheathed himself within your trembling walls and roared, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous room so loudly that you knew if anyone were upstairs inside the chapel, they would have heard him. Through the waves of pleasure that rolled over you, you became keenly aware of the base of his cock swelling within you, and the uneven thrusts that had followed his animalistic cry transformed into shallow grinding.
He was locked in place. You could feel your body enveloping his girth– stretched so tight around him that the tiniest movements made you whimper and twitch beneath him. You could never have anticipated something like this happening when you’d walked in on him earlier, but you were having a difficult time regretting your impulsive decision to seek him out.
Sylus pressed his hips against you harder, a telling warmth spreading deep within you, and suddenly there were no thoughts you could formulate. Your voice was barely more than a choked whisper when you stuttered, “G-God…”
Sylus had to take a moment to gather his bearings, his eyes clamping shut firmly before cracking open to reveal his crimson irises in their entirety. Then with the utmost care, he slid your legs off of his shoulders and lowered them to the floor. It was almost embarrassing how aggressively they trembled, but he didn’t pay any mind to your shaking. His muscular arm was like a steel band as it coiled under your back to lift you from the blankets, and then he tipped himself sideways against the mountain of pillows before situating you comfortably on top of his chest. You were dead weight against him with your face hidden in the crook of his neck, your arms and legs completely boneless, but you were well aware of his cock still pulsing inside you.
With how swollen it had become, you knew it wouldn’t be leaving you any time soon.
Sylus’ heavy breathing eventually became softer and more controlled, at which point he lifted an arm to lightly trail his nails up and down your spine. It was soothing, and you shivered and sighed against him while your brain gradually started working again.
“I told you it would get bigger,” Sylus remarked dryly, his deep timbre reverberating through your spent body.
Unable to stop yourself, you huffed out a short laugh. Your lips brushed against the skin of his throat as you muttered, “You could have been more specific. I didn’t realize you meant it would grow like that.”
His fingers against your back halted for a split second, and silence filled the room for a few beats. Then softly, Sylus murmured, “Does it hurt?”
The genuine concern in his voice prompted you to crack your eyes open. Beyond the broad expanse of his chest you found yourself lying on, you couldn’t see anything… namely his face. You wondered what sort of expression he was making as he asked about your wellbeing, but you were still so limp that you couldn’t be bothered to sit up to check for yourself. “No. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but breathing helped.”
“Remember that the next time you think about not listening to me.”
Now you were really glad you weren’t looking at him, because you were positive he wouldn’t appreciate the way you rolled your eyes. “Whatever…” you sighed softly and shifted your hips a little, trying to gauge how much movement you were allowed with Sylus’ cock still stuffing you to the brim. Flushing red at the feeling, you asked, “How long do we have to stay like this?”
He hummed thoughtfully, the tips of his fingers trailing higher and higher up your spine until they reached your hair. He carded through the strands lightly and shrugged, “Don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? Am I supposed to stay like this all night?”
Sylus shrugged again, and you had to fight the urge to use what minimal strength you had left to smack him upside his horned head. “It varies from dragon to dragon. I’ve never knotted before– much less a mortal. You may as well get comfortable and try to sleep. You’ll need your energy for later.”
Later? Your heart skipped a beat, and you finally lifted your head from its resting place to stare down at Sylus with wide, questioning eyes. “Why? What’s happening later?”
The smirk he flashed you was nothing short of sacrilegious. His otherworldly eyes crinkled at their corners, and the wicked edge of his sharp incisors glinted against the flickering torchlight within the chamber. “Don’t tell me you thought this would end so soon? How naive of you.”
Your pitiful squeak was enough of an answer; you had absolutely assumed he would be sated after going at it like a ravenous beast the one time.
Sylus wrapped his arms around you to haul you back down against his chest, a rumbling sort of purr vibrating through you at the same time his trademark scent graced your nose again. You were hardly of a mind to protest– not that you wanted to, by any means– so you let him soothe your nerves and calm your mind in that unique, atypical way of his. Turning his head so his lips brushed against your ear, Sylus said, “Allow me to remind you that it was your idea to seek me out down here. It’s only the first day of my rut, and you’ve already gone and promised me your body.”
You swallowed thickly, your lashes fluttering against the warm skin you were pressed against. “I did…”
The throaty chuckle that sounded from him had heat pooling in your veins all over again. Sylus playfully nipped at your ear, his fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck as he whispered, “Rest well, little sorceress. It’s your turn to fulfill my desires, and I have no intention of letting you go until I’ve been completely satisfied.”
You were currently lying with your back pressed against his chest as his one arm was being used as a pillow by you. Under the maroon duvet his long fingers softly traced up and down your thighs.
“Do you know just how beautiful you are?” His low, husky voice whispered into your ear.
You chuckled, “Where is this coming from Sy?”
“Is it so wrong to call my girlfriend beautiful? Fine, guess i’ll never do it again.”
“No, no need to stop.” A soft smile crept onto your face. “Thank you, my handsome boyfriend.”
Moving your hair aside and tossing it over your shoulder Sylus began to pepper kisses on your neck. The ticklish feeling on his lips on your skin caused you to shiver.
You giggled, “Sy that tickles.”
“Your giggle is so cute, I could listen to it forever.” His hot breath crept up your neck as he spoke.
Lifting yourself up on one arm, you turned over to face him. You hiked your leg up over his. “Why kiss my neck when you can kiss my lips?” You looked up at him with large eyes.
“That is a fair point.” Leaning down, he connected your lips together. It was nothing dirty like before. It was a pure and sweet connection of your lips. You both smiled into the kiss before pulling away from eachother.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, darling.”
You both feel asleep wrapped in each others arms with your legs tangled together.
i. note — OFF TO A ROUGH START the kenny/geto fic ended up being a whopping 4,5k so i edited it down to be roughly 2k (the full ver is gonna be on ao3 though!) so if the writing seems funky That's Why + im still not completely used to writing smut yet. similar thing kinda happened w zhongli but i went fuck it we ball so im sry if the smut feels short bare with me. im stressed. ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) anyways pls enjoy and happy kinktober lads
ii. includes — amab!kenjaku (geto's appearance), zhongli. afab!reader
iii. cw — kinda mean dom!kenjaku, he's referred to as suguru for Reasons, dubcon bc power dynamics, manipulation, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, one singular cl!t slap, praise and degradation, he's a yapper. -> can very well be read as a mean!suguru/reader if u choose to ignore that one line about his forehead lol
— soft dom!zhongli, hu tao cameo, praise, fingering, some whimpering, piv, implied multiple orgasms, a lil breathplay, he nuts dubiously fast, implied round 2
iv. wc — 4,3k
-> ao3 link for the full kenjaku fic here!
— 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆./𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐮.
“So, according to your medical records, you’ve never had a pap smear. Is that correct?”
Your blood runs cold. Shit, I didn’t think he would bring THAT up during a normal, unassuming routine checkup. I’m so fucked.
“Ah, um... no, I haven’t,” you respond sheepishly, clenching your teeth so hard you wonder if he can tell just how hard you’re trying not to bolt out of the door.
If he wasn’t a medical professional, Suguru would have made a fine actor; and so, as all normal doctors do, he belts you with numerous questions you loathe answering, one of them being the infamous;
“Are you sexually active?”
Swallowing down the urge to flee the scene, away from those stupid fluorescent lights and that irritating cleaning solution smell, you answer as normally as you possibly can. “I have been, but-”
“Have you been made aware that all female bodies that have been sexually active should get a pap smear as soon as they turn 21?” he adds, jotting something down in his notes—your personal file, you assume.
You gulp, internally thinking of excuses to worm into the conversation. “I have, yes. But Doctor Ieiri told m-”
“I’m sorry, but I am not Doctor Ieiri. I want the best for my patients, even if some procedures can be uncomfortable. That’s just the way life is; but I’ll do my best to accommodate your needs.” Suguru gives you a patient smile and a nod, though he was firm and, honestly, quite stubborn.
Relenting, you murmur a quiet ‘okay’, already justifying this, telling yourself that it could be worse. You could be getting a pap smear from an old man that still believe women shouldn’t be allowed ibuprofen when getting an IUD inserted.
“Great! Then please take off your pants and underwear. I’ll step out to give you some privacy.” Suguru flashes you an award-winning smile as he leaves the vicinity, drawing back the light curtain that separated his actual office to the examination room.
All blood drains from your being as you listen to the sound of his footsteps fading, and instead you’re met with heavy, oppressive silence.
...
You knew getting a pap smear would be uncomfortable, that much was a given, but you didn’t think it would be near as humiliating as this. Doctors witness people both inside AND out, day and night; so pray tell, why were you sweating bullets at the prospect of your doctor doing his job? Was it because he was infuriatingly attractive and the thought of someone like him performing your pap smear was enough to get your blood rushing south?
(Obviously.)
“You’re doing great,” he coos encouragingly. “Do you need a moment?”
You blink away the tears that glossed your eyes, and nod sheepishly. He flashes you a smile and gently pulls out the speculum. You wince, but the sting wears off quickly. As a silent apology, he slides the hand that rested on your stomach down until it reaches your pelvis and applies slight pressure.
“Deep breaths.”
You inhale slowly, eyes fluttering shut. Right when you started to feel calmer, you jolt; his thumb brushes against your clit, a movement that seemed too calculated to be an accident. Your eyes snap open and as you look down, you’re met with his eyes piercing into yours as he continuously rubs you, almost casually.
“W-Wha-”
He shushes you by pressing his thumb down firmly, earning himself a nice, breathy whimper.
“You need to relax. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, lips curling upwards.
Your eyes zero in on the way his thumb smears your slick all over your clit— and his hand. You’re so wet that you can hear your pleasure, squelching noises violating your ears with the repetitive movements of his thumb, and you feel the coil inside of you tighten in tandem with his fingers. Tighter and tighter, aggressively shoving you towards your rapidly incoming climax.
And God the latex of his glove rubs against your skin so deliciously. Your hips roll up to meet his hand for more stimulation you don’t even think you can handle. You’re so lost in the pleasure he’s giving you that you don’t even notice how desperate you look until he laughs, the noise sounding so incredibly sweet in your ears despite your humiliating predicament.
Straightening his back, Suguru breaks eye contact to peer down at your slick cunt. “You’re dripping so much it’s getting on the table. Did you even notice you were this aroused, or were you too focused on drilling holes into me to realize it?” He scoffs, decidedly amused at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing while he continues to stimulate your needy clit.
You want to deny his (correct) assumptions, to pull away and leave this damn building until further notice, but God was he skilled with his hands. His fingers were dangerous, lethal even.
“I’m n-”
Your breath hitches when he smacks your clit, his sharp brows furrowing as he sneers at you and your blissful expression betraying what you wished to say. It shouldn’t, but the sight turns you on in a way you’d never say without squirming in shame. “Don’t lie to me now. How long have you been wet for?”
Shaking your head, you purse your lips in a tight line, ashamed to admit that you had been ever since he first started the examination.
Scoffing, he stands up, towering over you from between your legs. He leans over you, cupping your face as he forces his thumb past your lips, making you taste yourself and the polymer fabric of the glove on his thumb.
“You didn’t think I’d notice? You started fidgeting quite a lot once I started the checkup. Was it the proximity? Do you find me so attractive you forget how to act normally?” he gloats, pushing his thumb down onto your tongue. Looking up at him through dewy eyelashes, you swallow the saliva that pools in your mouth.
He grins, lowering his face closer to yours; some strands of his hair come undone from the bun, and you feel drawn to his gaze. You can’t look away—neither figuratively or literally. You stare into his eyes, drinking in the sight of his picturesque features, and that painful-looking but intriguing scar running across his forehead.
(You’re not sure you would look away even if you had a choice, anyways.)
“Do you have a fetish for doctors or something? How filthy,” he croons. “Or is it my gloves? Do you like feeling my hands prodding at your cunt? And here I was, trying to be useful.” When you whimper around the thumb in your mouth, he knows he’s guessed correctly.
(He’s so pretty. Vague images of him—his hands—appear in your mind. You want him to pin your wrists together while he fingerfucks you, you want him to wrap a hand around your throat while he scissors you open, you want—)
He uses his free hand to glide it between your legs and slides his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices. It drips down his fingers, past the polymer of his glove down to the porcelain skin beneath it. “I bet there isn’t going to be any resistance when I slide my fingers in,” he pulls out his thumb from your mouth and smears your saliva on your lips, then cups your cheeks with said hand. “Want to find out?”
You gasp when he pushes his ring and middle fingers inside simultaneously as your walls flutter so nicely around them—with the dexterity of, well, a doctor, he quickly finds that spongy spot inside of you and abuses it until you’re a writhing, squirmy mess.
Moans slip freely from your tender lips, a cacophony of wet slaps and ‘ah! ah!’’s echo in the room while Suguru drinks in the sight of your body submitting up to him.
“There you go, wasn’t this worth putting your trust in me?” he uses the opportunity to slip two fingers inside of your mouth with the hand that held your face, muffling your slutty moans. “Aren’t you glad you let me do your pap smear? Aren’t you glad I could tell how badly you wanted this?”
A choked whimper rips through you when he begins to use his thumb to rub your clit at the same time as he bullies his fingers in your wet pussy. His lips stretch into a sinister grin as he watches you struggle to catch your breath; you were so overwhelmed your head spun, oxygen failing you.
You latch your hands around his forearm and wrist as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure; though your attempts are in vain. “P-Please! I can-can't take much... more...!” you manage to choke out.
He laughs, his own breathing becoming shallower and shallower the more he pushes you near the edge of your orgasm. “I don’t care, I’ll make you take it if I have to. Come on, you can be good for me, can’t you?”
You drool around the fingers he kept in your mouth as tears threaten to slide down your cheeks, overwhelmed with how much he kept rubbing you from the inside and out. Cracking your eyes open, you take a peek at the mess between your legs, and immediately clench around him when you catch but a glimpse of the mix of dried and wet slick on his blue glove.
He notices and slows down the rhythm of his fingers thrusting inside you, letting you catch your breath for a moment. “So filthy,” he hums condescendingly. “Since you love my hands so much, you won’t mind cleaning them off, right?”
Your poor, fucked-out brain doesn’t have the time to process what he meant before you whine at the loss of his thick fingers inside your cunt and then are immediately met with those same fingers thrust past your lips, making you gag around them. The tangy taste of your juices hits your tastebuds as you wrap your tongue around them, dutifully doing as he asked.
His sharp eyes meet your own cloudy ones, seemingly satisfied. “Good girl,” he coos. “Who would have known that someone like you would get off to sucking off a glove.” You whine, holding onto his free hand to bring it between your legs, batting your eyelashes up at him needily.
“Hm? Does my filthy little patient want to cum?” You shudder as he drags his fingers up and down your cunt, collecting your slick to flick your clit. You choke around the fingers in your mouth, whining, almost crying, and your eyelids flutter shut, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally surrender yourself to him.
“Of course she does.” He plunges three fingers inside your cunt, bullying them in and out over and over and over until you can’t even lick and suck on his fingers anymore. You’re too busy letting out loud moans as he abuses your sweet spot endlessly; long forgotten are the worries that plagued your mind earlier. All you could think of was Suguru, Suguru, Suguru.
A shudder runs down his spine as he watches you writhe in pleasure, and for a moment he imagines just how much worse you would look if he had teased your tits or kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. If the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot instead of his fingers.
(Maybe he should bribe the secretary and make her schedule your next doctor’s visit with him instead of Ieiri.)
“That’s it, come on. Cum on my fingers.” Your lips wrap around the fingers in your mouth, teeth grazing them just barely as you try to contain your moans.
Unable to contain yourself any longer, you clench around his gloved fingers as he continuously rubs up into your sweet spot. The coil in your abdomen snaps; slick gushes out of you, forming a thin sheen on his fingers.
“F-Fuck—!” With trembling thighs, you gush and moan; Suguru pulls his hand away from your face, cooing sweet nothing into your ears that your brain can’t even process while thrusting his digits into you at a slower pace to drag out your orgasm. After almost wringing his fingers dry with how hard you came, you lay numb on the examination bed, chest heaving while you try to catch your breath and come to your senses.
Your eyelids flutter open just in time to watch your doctor lick his gloved fingers clean, humming as he tastes your juices. “Sweet,” he hums, never breaking eye contact with you. “Here, since you loved them so much.” With swift movements, he tosses his gloves on your chest, grinning at your astonished expression.
“Well, nothing’s wrong with you,” he says as he stands tall, rolling his shoulders to lessen the strain from being hunched over you for a solid ten minutes. When you respond with nothing but a quiet, blissed-out ‘huh’ he scoffs, decidedly amused.
He clarifies, voice light and casual. “The pap smear. Nothing abnormal in there.”
Feeling your face heat up, you’re unsure if you should curse out or thank Doctor Ieiri for taking a vacation at the same time you needed to schedule your annual checkup.
— 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.
You don’t know what you’ve done in your past life for Celestia to reward you with the most caring, loving boyfriend in the world but you’re not complaining—not one bit.
Even something as banal as waking up next to him is a blessing in it of itself; watching his hair drape over bare shoulders, locks shimmering like a river of gold beneath the sun’s rays peeking through your curtains—you could die happy if it meant dying at his side.
You get to admire him when he goes through his—your morning routine. Brushing your teeth together, cooking and then eating breakfast together, basking in the lively sounds of the city beneath your patio as you engage in easy, comfortable conversation with none other than Rex Lapis while you eat.
The one thing you’re certain you would never tire of—not that you’d get tired of anything when it came to him either way—is watching him get dressed.
There’s something so comforting and entirely domestic when it comes to helping your lover slip out of his pajamas and into his day clothes. Kisses are a common form of currency between you two, exchanged gingerly when you hand him an article of clothing. He never fails to make you feel loved, and you bask in the affection like a cat sprawled out beneath a window on a sunny afternoon.
Though, one sure-fire way to obliterate the cozy atmosphere within your flat is, you’ve recently discovered, to stare at Zhongli just a liiittle bit too hard when he gets dressed.
Specifically, his arms and hands.
Strong, scarred biceps that used to reshape the mountains of Liyue leading to elegant, lithe fingers. Sleeves that hide intricate, delicate black and grey markings on his arms that fade into a rich golden yellow, adorned with veins of the same color that make him look even more expensive than he already does.
But when he adds the finishing touch and slips on those pretty gloves with his rings?
It’s like you just defy all normal bodily functions and start ovulating even if you’re nowhere near that part of your cycle.
“Dearest? You’ve been zoning out a lot lately, is everything alright?”
...Though, of course, Zhongli hasn’t been up to date with your newly raging hormones because how are you supposed to tell him you can’t help popping a metaphorical boner every time he puts his gloves on.
He is the concept of temptation itself. You’re certain that if you had a dick, you would have passed out cold on the floor from your blood rushing down to your hard-on every time you merely lay eyes on his beautiful self.
And it’s gotten even worse these last couple of days; all because he cupped your cheek one morning before he left for the funeral parlor, and left a salacious kiss on your lips that left more than just your usual desire brewing in your abdomen. The material of his gloves left your skin feeling pleasantly tingly for a reason you couldn’t explain.
….Those stupid gloves.
“I can tell something’s bothering you.” Long legs stride over the bed as he closes the distance between you two. “What’s wrong?”
He’s half-dressed, with his tie slung around his nape and both his vest and tailored coat lying flat on your shared bed, next to where you sat. You sheepishly avoid eye-contact; with how perceptive he is, you wouldn’t be surprised if he hit you with a nonchalant ‘hey babe are you turned on because of my hands and gloves?’
No.
Yes.
“It’s nothing,” you hum. “You should finish getting dressed, don’t you have a meeting in half an hour? Director Hu won’t be happy if you-”
Zhongli places his thumb and forefinger on and beneath your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “That’s not what I asked, darling.” You suppress a gasp; but focusing on anything but the scrumptious man in front of you is a task more daunting than Sisyphus having to carry that stupid boulder up that stupid mountain.
“Promise you won’t laugh.” Your voice comes out so meek you fear he might make you repeat yourself, but ever the gentleman, Zhongli merely hums, coaxing you to continue. “I won’t,” he says softly.
You swallow, clearing out your throat before speaking. “It’s, uh,” you murmur. “Your gloves are... nice...”
Unable to hold his gaze, you look away. The warmth of the morning sun beating on your back isn’t entirely helping your situation, as beads of sweat form at your hairline from the sheer pressure he kept over you. Curse his Archon blood.
But Zhongli merely stares, lids relaxed as he tries to dissect you with his eyes. “They are, thank you,” he chuckles quietly, lips curling up into a soft smile. “Are you sure that’s everything, though? You know you can tell me anything, right my dear?”
“Um,” you deflate, partly wishing for that to be the end of it. “...Are you sure you won’t laugh?”
“I promise,” he confirms.
Huffing, you internally think of how much mora you would have to take out of your savings to get a name change and disappear off the face of Teyvat if he ends up going back on his promise.
“Your gloves,” you reiterate slowly. “I like them. A lot.”
He blinks, expression entirely unchanging as he keeps staring. He tilts his head, wordlessly expressing complete and utter confusion.
“They’re, uh... I’m just.” You clench and unclench your hands at your sides, too aware of his calm breathing compared to your erratic heartbeat. “...Youmakemehorny.”
With your fists clenching the sheets and your gaze firmly planted on the wall, you fail to notice the amused quirk of his lips and his shoulders bobbing up and down from holding in his laugh. “What was that?”
You exhale sharply as your lips press into a tight line, but his patience greatly outweighs your own and you fold. “Your gloves turn me on! It’s hot! When you wear them!”
True to his word, Zhongli doesn’t laugh—not a peep. You do think you hear a chuckle leave his lips though, but when you finally glance at him again, you’re met with a look that might have made you implode on the spot if this were your first time together. “Zhongli—”
“Thank you for being open with me, my dear,” he cuts you off smoothly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. Pulling away slowly, he looks at you with such intensity that you fear for your legs in the future. “Shall I reward you?”
...
“Ngh—Zhongli...!”
You two had been at it for... what, twenty? Thirty minutes straight? You don’t remember what happened after you admitted what had been on your mind for almost a week; he wasted no time and immediately got to work.
Talk about dedication.
Chin covered in your slick, Zhongli laps up the juices spilling out of your puffy pussy, dragging out your last orgasm—the third of the session. He groans as the sweet taste hits his tastebuds, the Archon’s hips unconsciously rutting against the bed; the tent in his slacks was borderline painful, but being the gentleman he is, it was his duty to get you off before the main course.
“Ride it out darling,” he hums, pumping two gloved fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace. The obscene noise of your juices echo in your mind, making you clench around his digits with carnal need for something more—something bigger.
“I-I can’t, I want...” you trail off, weakly tugging at his disheveled hair. The hair tie he used slipped uselessly off of his locks, having fallen victim to your vicious pulling of his hair. “Please, baby,” you beg weakly, still choked up from your climax(es).
With one last, long lick, he pulls away from your cunt. The sight of his cum covered face makes you whine with desire, but as your eyes trail down, your mind immediately forgets about needing his tongue back on your clit. He shuffles up the bed and straddles your hips, bucking up against your wetness.
Slick covers his crotch, and you can’t help but stare at his bulging cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. “See something you like?” he taunts, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean from your juices.
You stare at his lips, then back down to his very obvious hard-on, and back to his lips again.
His figure shadows yours as he cages you in with his forearms, golden eyes piercing into your own. “Zhongli...” you reach down to tug at his belt, looking up at your beloved with big, glossy eyes. “Please don’t make me beg.”
A hand comes up to your face, stroking your cheek gently. He brings it down to tug on your bottom lip, smearing his saliva on your skin as a gentle smile spreads across his face. “Of course not, darling,” he hums. “I know what you need anyways, so there’s no need to tell me.”
He swiftly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, exposing the prominent wet patch on his briefs. “See what you do to me?” Zhongli purrs, watching your fingers impatiently pull down his underwear, shuddering when his heavy cock smacks against your cunt. “You’re not the only one here that gets riled up in such a way.”
You whine, dragging your hand up and down his throbbing length, pushing it down at the same time as you slide up the bed just enough for his flushed tip to snag onto your entrance.
“Z-Zhonglii...!” you huff again, impatiently grinding down onto him, desperately needing him to fill you already. A chuckle slips past his lips, and he pulls himself out of his short-lived trance that consisted of staring at his beautiful partner to cup your face.
“I’m sorry darling,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your nose so gently it feels like a butterfly brushed your flushed skin. “You just looked too beautiful not to admire.”
The compliment makes heat bloom onto your face, but as quickly as your expression melted into a love-stricken one, it morphs into pleasure as you gasp, feeling him push his fat cock into your needy hole.
“Fuck—so tight,” he mumbles, slowly bottoming out. “Are you alright, darling? Do you need a minute?” Zhongli huffs, brows pinched together as he exerts his self-control to not just ram himself into you immediately. You shake your head quickly, jaw slack, desperately trying to create more friction against your g-spot.
“Please just—” you choke on your words, feeling him pull back and thrust into you again in one swift movement, the slap of skin against skin making your skin burn with both arousal and embarrassment.
Zhongli’s right hand slides down to pull your shirt up over your chest, and almost immediately he gropes your breast, groaning at the feeling of the fat of your tit spilling out from between his fingers.
“So good to me,” he praises, amber gaze burning into you, studying your expression to burn it within his mind. “I can feel you clenching around me.”
He swallows, trying so hard not to bust right then and there. “D’you want to cum, darling? Are you close?”
Whimpering, you grab his left wrist and tug, looking up at him with a gasp. “Mhm,” you hum quietly, while biting your lip. Shlick sounds invade your eardrums, forcing soft little gasps to leave your lips in tandem with his thrusts.
“My sweetheart.” The Archon slides his left hand down your face to your throat, pushing down just enough to make your head feel lighter. The cold metal of his rings makes a shiver run up your spine, and as you choke out a gasp, Zhongli brings his other hand down between your bodies to rub your clit.
“Go on, cum for me darling.” He grunts, shutting his eyes to hold his impending orgasm back. “P-Please, need to feel that gorgeous pussy milking me before I do,” he breathes out, focusing on the pressure he kept on your throat.
Your eyelids flutter; and as your eyes roll up to the back of your head, you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, clenching dangerously around his shaft. He thrusts once, twice, and you feel the dam snap as you gush around him, your back arching clean off the bed. You claw at his arms, writhing against the bed as moans leave your throat in waves in rhythm with your orgasm.
Zhongli’s brows furrow and his thrusts slow as you cum, but right as he blinks the bleariness away and meets your glossy, fucked-out gaze, he feels his heart clench.
“Haah, m-my love—”
Unable to speak a warning into existence, he shoots his load into you, painting your walls white with thick, warm cum. Pretty moans leave him as his head droops down to the junction of your neck, and his hips stutter while instinctively pushing his cum deeper into you, overstimulating both you and himself.
“Z-Zhongli, ‘s too much,” you whimper, pressing your palms onto his clothed chest—a poor attempt of pushing him away. “Too full...!”
Reluctantly, he gives you some breathing room and sits on his haunches to catch his breath. Watching your cunt flutter around nothing, he hums, pressing his hand on your lower stomach to watch the cum pool down the sheets with a hungry gaze. “Mm, I beg to differ,” he coos, flashing you a smirk. “There’s plenty of space left still.”
Your limbs rest numbly as you lay there on your shared bed, completely breathless. Your gaze flickers to the hand he kept on top of your stomach, and your pussy instantly clenches at the sight.
☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, porn with very little/no plot, porn with feelings
⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 7.5k
☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, explicit sexual content, SLIGHT spoilers to the lore (with some of my own interpretations and theories), oral m!receiving, fingering f!receiving, face/throat fucking, finger sucking, kinda rough, size difference, cuffing/tied up (m!receiving), sylus kindaaaa/degrading mean but in a tasteful way, he’s also very soft for reader, sylus has a FILTHY mouth, orgasm denial (f! and m!receiving), mirror sex, improper use of Evol, use of Y/N, cute petnames hehe (little dove, little bird, sweetheart, doll, etc), slight predator and prey, choking (kinda breath play??? not really), some references to lore (main storyline + midnight stealth), kinda sub!reader, dom!sylus, THIS IS FILTHY YALL IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY
⋆.˚ ☾ a/n: hi guyssss she is here <3 MY FIRST ever sylus fic, first of many me thinks bc i am so utterly infatuated w him im sorry zayne LOL
i did NOT end up making this connected to ‘midnight stealth’ OR ‘no defense zone’ (although some midnight stealth plot is referenced a tiny bit in the beginning). any resemblances to these two memories are purely coincidental, mostly similar because there’s use of cuffs/restraints in all three. this is purely a standalone filthy fic
this has veryyyy little plot, i decided to keep it that way so im sorry to those who wanted to see plot in this ;_; i didn’t want to burn out, which i likely would’ve because pivoting from what i had (5.6k words) to a more plot based fic would have taken me a few more days and probably double the words and i just couldn’t do that to myself.
i appreciate you guys for supporting me and i really respect each and every opinion so i hope i didn’t let anyone down by not doing the plot version. there will be plenty of opportunities for that i promise <3
pls enjoy :) any comments or reblogs r greatly appreciated (and loved) by me <3 they help me keep motivated to keep writing and truly make my whole week.
⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚
You were playing with fire.
Actually, what you were doing was definitely more dangerous and infinitely more idiotic than playing with fire.
It was downright deranged.
It appeared the silver haired man beneath you agreed, his jaw ticking dangerously as his deep crimson eyes crinkled in warning, “Are you sure this is a game you want to play?”
You knew the answer was definitely no. But the mere glimpse of the Onychinus leader beneath you, at your mercy, was enough to make you push through the thrilling fear coursing through your veins.
With Sylus’s chiseled body unwillingly sprawled out before you, you situated yourself in between his thighs. Though his words and expression were laced with a cautionary edge, his legs spread open for you.
His wrists were bound with the two silver cuffs you’d purchased at a novelty store on girls day out with Tara, each hand simultaneously locked to the steel beams of your bed’s headboard. With his arms bound above his head, his button up shirt rode up to expose his pale and scarred skin and the defined outlines of the chiseled pelvic muscles that lead to his manhood.
It wasn’t a stretch to say you’d planned this, after all you did buy the cuffs with Sylus in mind. And you’d never forget what Luke and Kieran had told you, in what felt like a lifetime ago.
“Boss is most vulnerable when he’s sleeping.”
Except now you weren’t binding him for the purpose of incapacitating him to find that damned brooch he’d taunted you with. Now, when he’d dozed off after you’d forced him to marathon the Harry Potter series with you, you tied him up with only one goal in mind.
Well maybe two. To tease and to punish.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you watch the way Sylus’s naval rises and falls irregularly, a subtle sign of his boiling anticipation. His exposed pelvis is dusted in a faint path of hair, trailing to where his pants hang dangerously low on his hips, after you’d taken his belt off.
Sylus watches you with a careful eye as your hands find his waistband, tugging his bottoms and his boxers down in one motion. He tuts disapprovingly, even as his body lifts every so slightly to assist you in undressing him, “I’ve already warned you once. I won’t warn you again.”
And yet, there’s an undeniable amusement in his voice that lets you know it’s safe to keep going. Your eye contact never breaks as you tug his clothing all the way down, until they rest at his ankles. His hardening cock springs free as you do so, the thick mushroom head already leaking a shiny streak of precum. As it slaps against his abdomen, Sylus’s carmine irises darken, but he refuses to make any sounds. The screech of steel rattling against steel is loud in the tense air, the formidable man’s fists clenched so tightly his nails threaten to break his skin.
You bend down slowly, torturously languid, until his masculine scent invades your senses. You shiver in pleasure, positively addicted to every part of him. Sylus’s stomach heaves as he curses you inwardly; you were the only devilish minx that could even fathom rendering him into this vulnerable state. The only person he’d ever allow to see him like this.
“You’ve become quite bold, little bird. Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with you.”
His cocky attitude makes you want to shiver, but you find the strength to retort back, “Perhaps you have.”
Not wanting to give him a chance to respond, and a chance for you to lose your courage, you let your tongue run over the thick tip of his erection, collecting his arousal on your tongue. You make a show of savoring his taste, letting your eyes bat at him while you lick him clean.
Sylus is hypnotized, crunching up to watch you. His wrists pull against the metal restraints, growing irritated with being held back. Of course, if he’d wanted to, he could snap the cuffs with a mere tick of his fingers, but he found it amusing to watch his mischievous little bird believe she had control.
When you take his head fully into your lips, Sylus’s hips involuntarily buck up into the heaven that is your mouth. Though surprised, you do your best to accommodate the extra inches, tongue twirling around his leaking slit as your jaw unhinges to take in his fat girth.
“Fuck.”
Sylus’s dark eyebrows are scrunched as he fights the urge to destroy the cuffs to get to you, wanting nothing more than to sink his fingers into your hair and push you down until you couldn’t breathe. But he prided himself as a man of patience, even if he despised being tested.
And you were absolutely testing him. Your puffy lips caressed his sensitive veins, tongue assaulting every flaming nerve of his massive length, delicate and soft fingers leaving no inch of him untouched. Yet you moved so languidly. Deliberately testing how far you could push him, testing his resolve. Not that he would ever beg, but he desperately wished you’d move faster, take him deeper.
“My love,” he purrs, deceptively calm even as your filthy tongue lathered his most sensitive parts, “I implore you to release me. While I’m still feeling generous.”
Doing your best to shut him up, you take him into the back of your throat, fingers shifting from the base of his manhood to his heavyset balls. You’re only half successful in your antics, as you do cut off Sylus’s demands, only to be replaced by an inexplicable string of curses. The daunting leader of the Onychinus, whose name evoked fear itself to most, unraveled at your whims. A man who had no weaknesses, save for one.
You.
With his head thrown back, hair tousled and matted with a thin layer of sweat, he began to pant heavily. His neck bobbed deeply to the rhythm of his gasps, hands pulling against the restraints you’d locked him into. The sound of metal clashing against metal is almost deafening, your head snapping up to his arms bound above his head.
For a second you’d feared he’d snapped the steel cuffs, his biceps rippling and forearm veins bulging with the sheer strength of his arms. But fortunately for you, his wrists were still firmly bound, a red angry circle forming where the metal met the pale skin of his hands.
“Do you really think – hah – this will end well for you, dove?” Sylus considers this your very last warning, crunching up once again to watch you, your mouth full of his cock, saliva dribbling down your chin as you try to accommodate his thickness. He swears under his breath at the sight of you, his woman, the only person he’d ever even consider letting his guard down around, pleasuring him so sweetly and enthusiastically. Even if you were so foolish that you thought you could get away with typing him up.
You look up innocently at him, fluttering your eyelashes as you fuck him with your mouth. Though you let him hit the back of your throat every time, your rhythm is intentionally and torturously slow, edging him without making it obvious enough for punishment. And although each intentional motion elicits the most mind numbing grip from your gag reflex on his throbbing erection, he’s losing his mind from how much more he wants. How much more he needs.
“Faster.”
You nearly choke as you giggle at his demands, releasing his cock with a resounding pop. Of course, even tied up, Sylus didn't use the word ‘please.’ The man of unthinkable power was absolutely used to getting what he wanted without even batting an eye. It was a habit that he rarely relented on, and when he did it was only for you.
“What’s the magic word?”
Sylus glowered at you, jaw twitching dangerously as he did his best to hold himself back, “Watch it.”
It was truly taking every ounce of willpower he had to not rip the cuffs off the steel beams of your bed, taking your headboard apart with it. All so he could have more.
“Sylus,” you pout, still using your hands to gingerly stroke him with a featherlike touch. Nothing intense enough to get him off. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to say ‘please’ when asking for something?” You give him a pointed squeeze, thumb stroking the underside of his swollen head.
He curses, pelvis thrusting up into your fist to try and chase the pleasure you’re withholding from him, “Fuck, if you’re going to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one.”
“I just want to hear the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ Please. See how easy that is?”
“Y/N, my heart,” Sylus purrs lowly, eyes glinting dangerously, “I won’t tolerate any more disobedience.”
“Well then you don’t get what you want.” As soon as the words left your mouth you knew you’d regret them.
Before you can even blink, you find yourself pressed firmly into the mattress, your head hanging off the side, hair dangling freely. The air feels strangely brisk, and you can vaguely feel your nipples hardening. It’s then you realize you’re naked. But you hadn’t felt Sylus lay a single finger on you.
His Evol.
You’d become so accustomed to Sylus’s Evol that you no longer felt its slightly suffocating invisible web when it touched you, unlike when you’d first met him in the N109 zone. The countless times he’d use his Evol to guide your lips to his, your hand into his larger ones, or to undress you, had actually made you quite fond of the touch of his Evol.
Little did you know that Sylus had actually been practicing lightening up the intensity of it, for you. He’d always detested seeing the uncomfortable scrunch of your eyebrows, the hostile goosebumps that would raise where his Evol touched you. So he’d absolved himself to train the claws of his Evol to soften, instead becoming that of a gentle caress. Only for you, of course. For everyone else, they got the skin-shredding talons that parents warned about in cautionary tales to their children.
Hanging upside down, the glint of the ceiling light against the silver cuffs hanging off your headboard catches your eye, snapping you from your thoughts. The metal loops were still completely intact, but unlocked. Of course you knew he’d use his Evol to escape eventually, but it still surprised you how he managed to do it so effortlessly. Graceful in everything he did.
You try to sit up, but Sylus’s hand wraps itself softly around your throat and holds you back down. He tsks scornfully, a playful warning in the swirling glowing cerise of his eyes. His grip is gentle enough where you can still speak normally. Rough enough where you want more.
So you pout childishly, “It’s just like you to use your Evol for such cheap tricks.”
From beneath his towering frame, you can just barely see him raise his perfectly arched eyebrow. Most of him is obstructed by his massive erection pressed at your nose, menacingly imposing before you. “Cheap? Doll, there’s nothing cheap about me. And nothing cheap about the things I’m going to do to you.”
You shiver involuntarily at his threats, your thighs clenching together in anticipation. Sylus’s words were always harsh, but when it came to you there was always such a profound sincerity and gentleness behind his actions, even when he was brutally devouring your body. So the danger edged into his words only served to excite you, fueling the dampness that had formed between your legs.
And of course, his perfect cock dangling in front of your lips, still glistening with a sheen of his arousal and your saliva. Hanging so closely to your waiting tongue, but never touching. That definitely did not help the throbbing ache in between your thighs.
“I think you’ve had enough fun, don’t you agree?”
Feeling daringly bold, you playfully curse him, “Screw y–” But before you can finish getting the words out, Sylus grips your jaw, shoving himself into your waiting mouth. The force he uses is enough to make your eyes roll back, the feeling of being full of him making you forget what you’d wanted to say to begin with. You’re careful to pull back your teeth as he finds his way to one of his favorite places, the back of your throat.
“Let’s give that mouth something to do, other than run itself, hmm?”
You groan in response, letting the vibrations of your throat speak for you. Sylus grunts, removing his hand from your throat and weaving it into your hair like he’d wanted to earlier. His grip is strong, just hard enough that you feel an immense pleasure from the stinging pull. With a firm hand on your scalp, he fucks into your face, his meticulously groomed hair brushing against your nose at every thrust.
His speed and vigor is relentless, not that you’d complain even if you could. The feeling of Sylus driving in and out of your throat, like you were a fleshlight, had your body vibrating with need, clit throbbing in ecstasy. How you could feel this good just sucking his cock was beyond you. Your unrestrained moans were an absolute orchestra to his ears, the vibrations running through every nerve ending in his erection, causing him to release a string of his own sounds
“You’re so – hah – exquisite like this, dove. Choking on my cock instead of your words.”
You whine at him, so unbelievably turned on by the filthy way he speaks to you. His skin slaps against your wet mouth, and an obscene amount of drool mixed with precum drips off your cheeks and onto the carpeted floor beneath you. You loll your tongue out to try and catch his copious dribbles of precum, not wanting to waste any part of him.
“I can see my cock in your throat, sweetheart,” he cooed, using a hand to brush against your throat, where his erection bulges against your neck each time he fucks into you.
Tears streamed from your eyes as Sylus’s pace increased, gripping onto your hair for even more leverage against your beautiful face.
“Crying already? Not feeling so bold anymore, my love?”
You ignore his patronizing words, trying to focus instead on your own pleasure. With one hand still gripping the hard muscles of his bubbly rear, your other hand wanders to the quivering area between your thighs, fiddling with the bundle of nerves that was slick with your arousal. You desperately seek to relieve some of the tension building up in your gut, all from just Sylus’s cock in your mouth.
But before you can give yourself any inkling of pleasure, you feel a familiar force of energy pulling your hand away.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself.”
You nearly sob at his words. You want to speak, plead with him to touch you, or at least let you touch yourself, pride be damned. But his unbelievable girth makes it impossible to do anything but devour him repeatedly.
The white haired man above you watches you carefully, swearing at how your tear soaked face makes his resolve to punish you crumble ever so slightly. Taking pity on you, he brings your hand to his, weaving his long fingers into yours. You hold his hand tightly, enjoying the way his much larger hand clasps into yours, fingers digging into your sensitive flesh.
“Good girl,” he coos in praise, voice tinged with a condescension that makes your skin crawl in excitement, “You don’t touch what’s mine, unless I say, hm?”
You look up at him with wide wet eyes, nodding obediently as he continues to ravage your face. He pressed your hand deeper into the mattress, his thrusts becoming so intense that you knew you’d have a hard time speaking tomorrow, your throat battered and bruised.
From your position, you don’t see the glowing light that emanates from your joined fingers. But Sylus does, and he watches in a concealed wonder at the way you can so easily resonate with him now. You didn’t even need to try, a single touch was all it took. It was a testament to how much you’d grown to trust him.
No, it was a testament to the deep love and respect you’d both come to hold for each other. You’d both definitely come a long way from when he’d captured, or when you let him capture, you at the N109 zone all that time ago. The thought of that threatens to make Sylus shiver as he continues to ram himself deep into your warm wet throat. He watched the way you took him so eagerly, hand gripping his for dear life, your other hand coming up to stroke his heavyset balls as they slapped against your face. The way your poor little throat bulged every time he thrusted into it, the bump so visible to his hungry crimson eyes.
Oh, how you ruined him. He’d fucking marry you.
Your jaw ached, having been open as widely as possible for far too long now, but you did your best to continue to take him. The feeling of him using your mouth was more than enough to keep you growing wetter, needing more. Your thighs squeezed together, as you rocked into nothing, wanting nothing more than to feel any friction between your legs.
Sylus watched as you pathetically tried to find pleasure in the empty air, nearly growling at how arousing the sight was. He was fueled with such an intense desire and love for you, nothing like he’d ever felt before. And that love and desire was enough for him to concede, if even just a little bit, for you.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling…charitable today, my dove,” he murmurs, releasing your hair and bending over your body. His erection never leaves your mouth, but he hovers so that your sight is filled with the view of his solid abdominal muscles. You cry out against his member when the familiar feel of his fingers finds your clit. You gasp out, choking on him, your hips jolting up eagerly to meet his torrid touch.
Sylus chuckles, a satisfied smirk making its way onto his unfairly gorgeous face, “Look at how eager you are…all this just from the taste of cock?”
Not able to respond, you hump up into his hand, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment of how desperate you were for him. Sylus only gives you a pointed thrust into your throat, making you gag deliciously around him again.
“Such an insatiable little bird,” he murmured, fingers expertly toying with you.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” his skilled ministrations never stopping, “I wish you could see how lovely you look with your mouth full.”
Your eyes rolled back when he entered you, one finger at a time. He cursed at how tightly you gripped just one of his fingers. He had half a mind to just bury himself into your perfect cunt right then and there. And that’s just what he’d do. He was never used to not indulging in what he wanted, why stop now?
You felt the familiar shift in energy, a gentle hold on your body, until you found yourself laying on the middle of your bed, Sylus situated between your knees, fingers still toying with you. Your neck screaming in relief at the plush surface, mind reeling from the sudden shift.
The white haired man bends to hover over you, free hand caressing your jaw, his frighteningly beautiful face before yours, “Hello, my love.”
Your voice is hoarse, sounding unfamiliar, “Hi.” It’s nothing more than a pitiful squeak.
Sylus chuckles, his chest rumbling warmly at your adorably vulnerable state, “How’s your throat?”
You glare at him, trying to steady your raspy voice, “Don’t patronize me.”
He smirks, not the least bit apologetic, but says, “Forgive me, love.” He doesn’t give you a chance to sass him further, instead bringing your chin up to his. His lips slot onto yours, deceptively slow at first and quickly progressing to a vigor that matched the way he’d rammed himself into your throat.
The bruising intensity of the kiss made your mind muddle, your hands coming up to grasp his neck to ground you. You gasped at the feeling of his heartbeat pounding so forcefully in his neck. The familiar feeling of an earth shattering orgasm edges into your numbed mind, every heightened sense filled with Sylus and only Sylus.
You finally break away, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him scissoring in and out of you, enough to have you on the brink of climaxing, “Sy-Sylus, I’m–”
Sylus reads you like the back of his hand, withdrawing his fingers and roughly grabbing your face to look up at him. You sob at the loss of friction, looking up at him with teary questioning eyes.
The ceiling lights illuminate behind Sylus, forming a halo like ring atop his head. He was so hauntingly and terrifyingly beautiful. Not unlike that of a fallen angel, whose sole purpose was to ruin you.
And just as you’re admiring him, Sylus looks down at you. Unbeknownst to you, he also considers you to be his very own angel sent from the heavens. Bringing light and salvation to the shadowed crevices of his soul.
But even then, he can’t help but tease you, the urge to see you ruined at his hand. An angel with tattered wings, so utterly spent with lust. “You don’t cum until I say, hm?” As if to punctuate his point, he puts his fingers, wet with your slick, in between your parted lips. The taste of you is strong on him, enough to distract you from Sylus, who’s lining up his more massive than ever erection with your weeping slit.
“Come on, sweetheart. Suck. I know you can do better than that.”
He presses his fingers harder onto your tongue, relishing in how warm you feel around him. At your adorable pouty glare, he pushes his leaking tip into you.
You yelp in surprise, biting down on his fingers in your mouth. Sylus hisses, but the pain only further arouses him, making him shove into you suddenly. Your hands come up to grasp his forearm, the veins bulging under your touch.
The feeling of him entering you is so overwhelming, the only thing grounding you to the present was the way his fingers felt and tasted against your tongue. And so you devoured him in earnest, much to his satisfaction.
It’s not long before he bottoms out, his head kisses your cervix, just enough to have your eyes rolling back, sparks of hot white pleasure clouding your vision.
Sylus removes his fingers from your mouth, bringing his thumb to his own lips and brushing it across his parted mouth, his other fingers outstretched as he licks across his thick thumb. You whimper at the sight, so unbelievably seductive he has to be doing it on purpose.
“You always taste divine.” His movements have all but halted completely, his thick girth just sitting inside of you, brushing against your womb. And even though the stretch is enough to practically compress your lungs, you want more.
“D-Don’t tease Sylus,” you whine pathetically, “Fuck me.”
The smile on his face is as cocky as ever, the corner of his lips curving up, as sharp as his edged jaw.
“So bold. Do you really think you’re in any position to make demands?”
He gives you just one pointed thrust, cockhead nestling so deliciously into your sweetest spots, but stopping just at that. You cry out, fingers gripping the comforter so tightly your knuckles turn white.
“If I recall correctly…someone once told me something about saying…what was it? ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’?”
He grins down at you, bending forward so that he hovers right over your face. He would never let you know but the pouty grimace on your lust glowing face was nearly enough to have him caving into your every whim, punishment forgotten in the wind.
“Hm? So what do we say, sweetheart?”
With his cock situated so perfectly in you, it’s impossible for you to do anything but follow his every command, no matter how much it bruises your ego.
“P-Please?”
His smirk deepens, fingers cupping your chin up to face him, “You can do better than that, Y/N.”
You groan as he shifts, giving you just the tiniest bit of friction where it mattered. You do your best to find the confidence, “Please Sylus.”
There’s the faintest flicker of darkness in his eyes, a twitch of unraveling at the way you effortlessly purr his name. If you had any idea the things you did to him, the mighty and fearless leader of the Onychinus, it would be his absolute undoing.
“Please what, my dove? Come on, use that beautiful voice of yours.”
Before you can let out your snarky response, his fingers travel to your neck, stroking your sensitive pulse gently before pressing down to compress your airway.
“Or is this throat only good for taking my cock?”
You whine at his words, patience absolutely gone. You wrap your legs around his waist and force him closer. A pathetic attempt to get him to thrust into you. Your hands come up to the back of his neck, and your tear glistening eyes search his pleadingly. He’s taken aback by the sudden shift, a small gasp escaping his parted lips. In his surprise, he lets himself be guided to you, his forehead falling to lay atop yours, his breath fanning against your own.
“Please Sylus, please fuck me. I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl. Please.”
The curse that leaves Sylus’s voice is barely perceptible as he drinks you in. Your cheeks were still streaked with tears, your eyes wide and glassy. Your lips were puffy from his bruising kisses, and cheeks heated with desire. There was absolutely nothing in the universe that could match how utterly gorgeous you were. His gorgeous woman. His to ruin.
His voice low with longing and hunger, “Fuck, okay love. I’ll give you what you want.”
He manipulates the energy around you, raising your arm above your hand. His slender fingers dance up your exposed skin, until they find your fingers. His nails graze your inflamed skin, fingers toying with yours. For a brief moment, he enjoys how much smaller your hand feels in his. His delicate little bird.
“Hold on tight.”
Your fingers grip his, your nails digging in when he finally pulls his cock out, leaving only his head still snuggly inside. Without giving you a second to breathe, he’s plummeting himself back into your sopping cunt. Your combined slick ensures there’s zero resistance, only the sounds of wet slaps filling the space between you.
Sylus’s forehead still rests against yours, his free arm bent above your head, helping support him as he fucks you with a painfully delicious intensity. Your cunt milks him perfectly, the warmth far too inviting and the tightness much too constricting. His fingers grip yours forcefully, trying to offset the way your pussy tries to suck the living soul out of him.
“Sy-Sylus,” you cry out, nails digging crescents into his skin, your other hand coming up to rake red scratches into his back, “Slow – ngh – slow down!” Your brain is a jumbled mess, confused at the words your tongue lets out when your body only wants more.
Sylus’s chuckle is low and almost sinister, his pace never relenting, “That’s funny. I recall you saying you’d be a good girl.” He shifts his weight to his knees, moving his palm to your naval, pressing down. You squeal at the feeling of his palm pressing into your stomach, your sensitive walls being compressed into his cock spearing in and out of you.
“And good girls take what they’re given, hm?”
Moans and whimpers are the only thing you’re capable of producing, his pace brutal, like he was trying to find his way into your throat from your cunt. You don’t notice his hand traveling further south until his thumb presses into your swollen clit, flicking hard. You screech, your back arching off the bed, giving him further access to your dripping cunt.
“Answer me when I speak to you, sweetheart.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m a good girl, I can take it!” you all but screamed, spine so arched you felt like you were levitating.
The erotic cries that leave your lips make it difficult for Sylus to think straight, so he doesn’t. He fucks you with a ferocity that was nothing short of animalistic, the only thing he can think of is how many different ways he can and will make you cum.
He presses your joined palms deeper into the mattress, eyes searching yours desperately. For what, you were unsure. But as his scarlet irises bore into yours, you felt an overwhelming sense of emotion catch in your throat.
Propping yourself slightly on your elbows, you pressed your forehead to Sylus’s, his sweat dampened bangs fluttering against your eyelashes.You reach up to cup the back of his head, pulling him towards you. His right hand never leaves your clit, his left staying tightly clasped with yours.
He takes the opportunity to press his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moan into him as he claims you fully, thrusts moving in tandem with his tongue. It’s a torrid clash of tongue and teeth, enough passion to have the Aether core in your heart throbbing dangerously erratically.
“Syluuus,” you slur as you pull away to breathe, “I-I’m..I’m gon–” You can’t get the words out, the tip of his cock against your cervix and fingers on your clit bringing you into another dimension, one filled with him. The scent, the sound, the feel, the sight of him.
“I know. Getting so goddamn tight,” he grits out, jaw locking as he tries to steady himself against your vice grip. Sylus was a man of boundless stamina and restraint, but when it came to you… When it came to the absolute heaven that was your body, he could hold nothing back.
Just as you neared your orgasm, Sylus stops again. You find your body being moved again, but this time Sylus’s hands are lifting you, and not his Evol. His strong arms lift you so that you’re sitting on his lap, your back pressed against his muscled chest, and his back leaned up against the bed.
He does however use his Evol to drag over the gold arched full-length mirror you had propped up against the corner of your bedroom, so that it sits right in front of the bed. Your vision is filled with the gleaming reflection of you, naked on Sylus’s lap, his arrogant smirk right by the top of your head. His muscular arms are draped over your thighs, spreading open your glistening folds, fully exposing you before the mirror.
“Sylus s-stop. It’s embarrassing,” you whine, averting your gaze at the lewd sight, and the even filthier sounds of his fingers against your copious slick. But he grips your jaw firmly, turning you back to the mirror.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he murmurs, lips pressed against your ear, “Look.”
You puff your cheeks, fighting against his fingers.
“Look, love. Or you don’t get to cum,” he purrs in your ear.
You mutter sulkily, knowing full well his threats are anything but empty, “You’re evil.”
But you obey diligently, letting his fingers guide your face forward. The sight before you is so unbelievably filthy, Sylus’s long fingers digging into your thighs to keep them spread open, his other fingers playing with your swollen lips. Even on his lap, he was a head taller than you, His soft white hair is matted with sweat, his cheeks dusted a peachy red with how vigorously he’d just been fucking you.
As your eyes meet in the mirror, Sylus lifts you from underneath your thighs, and spears you onto his cock. You cry out at the feeling of being stretched open again, Sylus’s own ecstasy fueled grunts in your ear.
With you atop him, his cock reaches so unbelievably deep inside you that you feel the tears returning. Your eyes screw shut as his tip repeatedly brushes against your cervix, the familiar pain quickly dulling into an intense pleasure.
Suddenly you feel Sylus’s teeth at the crook of your neck, and arm coming across your chest to enclose over your entire throat. His sharp canines dig into the area where your neck meets your shoulder, biting just hard enough to make your eyes fly open to face his in the mirror. His eyebrows are quirked at you, amusement evident in his sharp ruby eyes.
He doesn’t speak, instead keeping his mouth attached to your pulse point. But the dark sultry heat swirling in his eyes that you can see reflected in the mirror is a clear and wordless command.
Watch.
And who were you to disobey him, when his body brought this much pleasure to your own.
So with your eyes locked on his in the mirror, Sylus begins to bounce you in earnest on his lap. And while you moan and whimper as he springs you so effortlessly on his cock, like you weighed nothing more than a mere toy, his own noises are muffled by his teeth that are sunk into your fluttering neck.
His eyes never leave yours in the mirror, darkened underneath his eyebrows, glowing with red hot lust. The way he watches you is so intimately primal, like a predator toying with its prey before the kill.
With his hungry gaze locking yours in place and the lewd wet sounds of slick skin pounding against one another, you feel the alarmingly rapid tightening of your abdomen that signals your orgasm. Sylus feels it too, your walls tightening so intensely that the outline of his veins might imprint into you. Your grip coaxes his own cock toward release, his jaw tightening as to keep himself in check.
He releases your bruised skin, admiring how breathtaking you look with his marks on you. His hand leaves your clit to rest on your tummy, stroking the skin there. You can feel him use his Evol to keep you in place, only the raw strength of his thighs and abs keeping you in steady motion on his length.
“Look,” he croons in your ear, teeth grazing against your sensitive earlobes, “Can you see where I am, dove? I’m allll the way here ” His husky voice drawls, hand on your abdomen pressing down. You can definitely see the distinct outline of something large thrusting in and out of you. Your eyes widen at the mirror, mesmerized at how your bodies connect, almost resonating on their own. Sylus’s eyes are also glued to the way the base of his cock, shiny with a ring of arousal, forces your tiny fluttering cunt to take him in all his glory.
“Tell me how it feels, hm? Tell me how I make you feel.” When you don’t respond, too lost in the sight in the mirror, his fingers come back down to squeeze your clit,
“Sylus! – ngh – feels ssoo so good,” you simper, panting through the hold he still has on your throat, the pressure quickly becoming far too addicting, “I-I…”
“Hah,” he groans into your ear, “You what baby? Tell me.”
“M’gunna cuuum,” you wail as his angle shifts just slightly, cock driving into your g spot. Sylus knows just how to play with you, his fingers sending you to heaven and back repeatedly. He was so thick that you felt like he'd split you in two, your cunt and thighs being stretched to their limits against the sloppy friction.
“Hmmm, is my beautiful girl going to make a mess on me? Does she deserve to?”
The mere thought that he might deny your climax again has you sobbing, tears of anguished ecstasy rolling down your face as his pace picks up even further.
“P-Pleaaase – unghh – please let me. I’m a g-good girl, I’ll be so – hnngh – good, I promise.”
Sylus had no intention of denying you again, but now he physically couldn’t. Because now, watching the fat tears roll down your cheek and hearing your beautiful pleas, he too could feel himself pulse with the ache to fill you up. As he watched your breathtaking form in the mirror, he cursed the Gods for sending the only thing that could ruin him.
You.
And yet, being ruined by you felt so damn good.
“Good for who, my love?”
Your vision has become clouded by your tears and the black spots that blot your eyesight. But the possessive purr in Sylus’s voice reaches you, through all the blinding pleasure, and makes butterflies flutter in your chest.
Your hands come up behind you to grasp behind his neck, and you strain yourself so that you turn just slightly to face him. For a second Sylus looks taken aback, but he quickly composes himself, the confident smile returning to his lips.
“Nggghh – for you, Sylus.” The sincerity of your shaking voice wipes the cocky smirk off his face, his thrusts faltering ever so slightly. For a brief second, Sylus can’t feel anything. He can’t feel the way your cunt, on the precipice of release, squeezes so forcefully that it threatens to break him in half, the way your soaking thighs ripple against his lap as he pounds into you, the way your fingers play with the hair at the back of his head.
Fate had played a cruel trick on the two of you. Two tragically entwined Aether cores. Two birds of a feather, trapped in the cage destiny had built.
But now, there is only you and him. Fate and destiny be damned.
“I’m yours Sylus. Always yours.”
Your words, delicate and simpering, pull him back to reality. All the sensations he’d briefly been numbed to came crashing back. The torturously delicious way you felt around him, atop him, and against him swarmed back all at once. And to top it all off, the sight of your fluttery wide wet eyes, hazed over with a fog of lust, staring at him with such wonder and adoration. Your eyes alone were practically making love to him.
It made him absolutely feral.
You squeal, thighs doing their best to grip against Sylus’s lap as he bounces you with an unprecedented vigor, his hand holding your throat to keep you somewhat steady. You watch his muscles bulge, his much larger frame very much on display behind you. Powerful and imposing – a true god-like glory.
“That’s fucking right, you’re mine,” he hisses in your ear, jaws clenched to hold back the moans your pussy threaten to pull from his body.
“Gonna cum in you, yeah? Would my slutty girl like that?"
“Y-Yes!” you squeal, so close to coming undone, “Pleeease Sylus! I-I’m s’close, I’ll do anything please!” You were quickly losing your voice amidst all the screaming and vigorous activities.
You can see Sylus devilish smile, releasing your throat to tilt your chin towards him.
“Anything? You’re making a deal with the devil, little dove.”
With your face so dangerously close to his, he can’t resist. He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, his lips crashing onto yours, locked in the sweltering passion of your bodies. The feel of his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth is just enough to send you headfirst into the orgasm you’d been on the brink of for so long.
And because of that, your body couldn’t hold back the gush of excitement that squirted from where Sylus was connected to you. It’s so messy you can’t help the way your cheeks burn in embarrassment, even amidst the short circuiting of your pleasure-numbed brain.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Sylus bites out, the tautening of your orgasm stricken cunt nearly squeezing him into unconsciousness. He fucks you through your blissed out state, and it isn’t long before he follows your lead.
Like everything Sylus does, the way he cums is frighteningly powerful. Your body involuntarily shivers at how hot he is, but more so just how much there is. You can both clearly see the thick milky white seed seeping down Sylus’s cock, even as he continues to fuck into you. His thrusts are slower now, but more intentional. Conveying every ounce of passion into the way he rocks into you. Overstimulation quickly grips you, and you weakly tap at his thighs.
“Sylus, no-no more. S’too much.”
“M’not done,” he groans into your ear as he continues to thrust into you, and it’s then you feel his cock still shooting ropes of his hot spend inside you. He does, however, release your clit, shoving his fingers in your mouth, knowing it'll give you something to ground yourself amidst the sensitivity while he rides out the waves of his climax.
You gladly accept his fingers, grasping his forearm and sucking like his arm was a dessert. The taste of your mixed slick helps distract you from the intense aftershocks that wrack your body. It’s all enough to have Sylus spurting out everything he has, drained completely empty, milked utterly dry.
When you feel him finally still, you crack your eyes open, almost scared to see the aftermath.
The waning sun bounced beams of golden sunlight off your sweat, tears, and cum slicked bodies. Your own body was also littered in pretty little bruises, in the shape of Sylus’s teeth and fingers. Bruises in places you hadn’t even felt Sylus sink his teeth into. They quite literally looked like swirls of paint against a blank canvas.
Your hair was a mess, and your tear stained face was no better. The area between your thighs was red and puffy, leaking an obscene amount of white cream, all the while still stuffed to the brim with Sylus’s softening member. Even half hard, he stretched you absolutely full.
On the other hand, the man in question looked absolutely ethereal as he loomed above you in the mirror. His hair sat lusciously soft, gently blowing with the breeze entering through the cracked window. His muscles still flexed gently as they recovered from the vigorous activities, strong chest rising and falling rhythmically with his steadying heartbeat.
And finally his eyes that watch you back so carefully, the carmine orbs half lidded with satisfied bliss. His lips stretch into that signature Sylus smirk when he catches you staring, nothing short of heart stoppingly arrogant.
He’s so unbelievably handsome, your cunt quivering again just at the sight of him. Wincing at the feeling of his cock inside you stirring back to life at your involuntary throbbing, you panic and tap furiously on his thigh.
“Sylus, put me down.”
Sylus chuckles, mischief coloring his scarlet eyes, “What, no ‘please’?”
You whine, not able to withstand the feeling of him stirring back to life in your absolutely spent core. Yet you can feel yourself fluttering in anticipation. And you know he can feel it too.
You silently curse your traitorous body.
“Please.”
He laughs warmly and obliges. His strong hands grip the underside of your thighs, lifting you off of him. You cry out at the feeling, your cunt clenching at nothing, seeking him once more. Sylus inhales sharply, craving your tight warmth again. But he holds you gently against his chest, shifting so that his erection rests between his abdomen and your thigh, with you sitting sideways on his lap.
You nuzzle your head into his chest, and Sylus’s lips come down to the top of your head, breathing in your scent and ghosting kisses into your hair. Your hands reach up to weave into his silver tresses, playing with his soft locks and delicately massaging his scalp.
“Thank you,” you murmur, voice muffled against his skin.
When Sylus doesn’t respond, you pull away from him and look up at him expectantly. He appears to be lost in the feeling of your fingers.
“You never said please, you could at least say thank you,” you tease, poking his soft cheek with your finger.
Sylus looks down at you, amused danger flickering in the deep orbs of crimson. His hand leaves your thigh, slowly and tortuously crawling up your skin until he cups your face. You shiver, suddenly feel like you’re staring into the face of danger.
“Hmm, isn’t it customary to say thank you after eating?”
You crinkle your brows in confusion at his cryptic words, waiting for him to elaborate further. Sylus’s smug grin widens, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, basking in the excited fear brimming in your bleary eyes.
plot: In which two lonely souls find each other in the middle of the woods
pairings: HeadlessHorseman!Nanami Kento x Reader
genre(s): Hurt with Comfort, Porn with Feelings
warnings: unedited (mostly). a load of crying from the reader. the headless horseman is an absolute gentleman. COURTING. gifts (f receiving). reader is a jokester. nanami is actually headless and the reader is scared of him at first. PIV SEX. fingering (f receiving). squirting. rounds and pounds. nanami falls first and HARD. he is covered in scars. traumatic past. lowkey its an "I can fix him" au. Couple's Banter.
w.c: 9.02k
The spare sunlight trickled from between the clouds and kissed the rippling water of the lake. The morning dew was still heavy in the air and it created a mist above the water. I broke through the milky terrain and debated whether I should catch up with my companions. They seemed to be miles away from me, engaging in some kind of conversation. By the smiles on their faces, it had to be one they both enjoyed. Perhaps pertaining to their blossoming relationship.
I wasn’t a fool.
I could see the way they looked at each other. The love they shared grew every time we were together. The smiles never seemed to leave their faces when they were side by side. The lingering touches seemed far too intimate to have belonged to “just friends”. There was more going on than they let on. More than meets the eye. Yet, I couldn’t talk about it. I couldn’t mention it. I knew that the moment the question “Are you fucking?” came out of my mouth that I would be shamed. They would minimize my every observation and make me believe that I was seeing things. What made the notion worse was that they would immediately alter their behavior afterward. They would go back to being just friendly with one another and pretend like they weren’t engaging in a forbidden romance just before.
We were supposed to be celebrating my birthday and new promotion. Yet, here I was. Playing the third wheel to my so-called “friends”. There was an intense feeling of loneliness that drifted through me when I was around them. I almost felt excluded from my very own camping trip. I just didn’t connect with them like I used to. The moment the possibility of love came between them, they blocked out everything and everyone around them. They were so absorbed with one another that they didn’t see anyone else. They couldn’t see me— desperately trying to get their attention. So, for both my sanity and my dignity, I’ve decided to cut the trip short. At least, my participation in it. I was going to give the lovebirds all the room they needed to mess around. I could no longer stomach the feeling of exclusion any longer.
A single tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. Removing the evidence of any notice of sadness on my face.
Through the milky mist, I could Trista and Jessica boarding the doc. Their hands were tighter interlocked and their smiles were even wider than before. They were still too far ahead to hear their conversation, but I could tell it was a continuation of the funny one from earlier.
I tore my eyes away from the couple and looked into the rippling water.
It was so inviting and pleasant.
I dropped the teary hand into the water without thinking. I swirled the digits into the clear pool and felt tingles slowly course through my body. Instead of providing a cool sensation, the tingles gave me a warm one. It made the water feel even more comforting. The emotional feeling was neither familiarity nor longing. It was neutral. Almost the feeling you get when you start a new relationship. Right after you discover that your potential suitor may not be an axe murderer. The moment you realized that they had the potential to be your one and only. The water felt, simply put, hopeful.
I kept quiet on the drive back to the cabin. I allowed the lovers and the radio to occupy all the space between us. My eyes drifted out the window, taking in the beautiful woodlands around us. My heart ached at the notion that I could never truly enjoy it. Six months of planning a fantastic rural getaway ruined by the people I held most dear.
“Sorry to interrupt your jam session,” the radio host interjected, mid-song. “But, it was just brought to our attention that a massive mud lid has shaken Evergreen County. It has blocked off access to Route 78, meaning no one will be coming in or out of Evergreen until it is all clear.”
“That’s really unfortunate,” Trista said, clicking off the radio.
“Yeah,” Jessica replied, her eyes flicking over to me in the rearview mirror. “Good thing Y/N booked the cabin for the rest of the week and stocked the fridge, right?”
I gave her a weary smile and looked back out the window.
My plan of leaving was completely foiled. I was stuck with these damned lover birds until the roads were clear. My sadness was quickly replaced with anger beneath my skin. I didn’t have the energy to conceal my emotions anymore. I was incredibly tired of engaging in the activity and lacked the social battery to communicate with these women any longer.
“What with the long face, Y/N?” Trista asked, turning her head towards me. “Are you boat-sick?”
I nodded. “That must be what it is.”
“I’ll put on a pot of tea when we get back to the cabin, okay?” She cooed.
I hummed in agreement. “That sounds good.”
“Maybe you should lay down for a bit, as well,” Jessica chimed in. “Just take the night off. Leave dinner to us for once.”
“Yeah! I can finally make that lasagna soup I was telling you about!” Trista squealed. “When I tell you guys it’s so good! I mean it is to die for.”
“I can’t wait to try it.”
I used the boat sick excuse to hole myself in my room for the rest of the night. My tolerance for their lies had reached its limit and I really wanted to be alone. After a quick shower to wash off the smell of the outside, I slipped into my favorite nightgown. It was a custom number from a Parisian seamstress, a birthday present to myself. The garment was made of deep mauve-colored silk with a lace neckline. It had been well fitted in the waist and thigh air— yet came down to my ankles like a silken waterfall. The seller was so kind to give me a matching robe and bonnet with my order; which I also wore to bed that night. I pulled the fluffy duvet up to about chest level, before lowering my eyemask. I relaxed all the muscles within my body and released the tension in my jaw. I took several deep breaths and rolled over to my side.
However, neither one of these tactics seemed to work.
I had laid in my bed for hours, unable to relax fully.
My mind was simply too busy to sleep. The sadness arose once more now that I was alone. There was a gnawing in my chest that I couldn’t shake. It had gotten worse the longer I held it in. The call/text for dinner had come and went eons ago. The faux bubbly persona of my friends had retired to their rooms and left me to my own vices.
In desperate need of a change of scenery, I swung my legs from the edge of my bed and put on my slippers. I grabbed the chunky knit sweater that hung behind the door and slipped it on. I made sure to keep my footsteps light when walking through the hall. I didn’t want to wake Trista or Jessica. Both claimed to be really light sleepers, but I found that hard to believe.
About halfway through the corridor, I realized that my actions were done in vain. Trista’s room had been right near the staircase and her door was cracked open. Pleasurable moans and sensual sighs oozed from the room. There was a subtle creaking sound from the old bedframe as well. I recognized Trista’s voice sending hushed praises to the other lover. Whispering to Jessica about how good at “it” she was and how she never wanted her to stop.
Suddenly, the house felt entirely too small for the three of us.
My gentle footsteps carried me outside to the porch. I took a seat on the old rocking chair on the left and found myself looking up at the sky. I could not spot a single cloud in the sea of stars. The moon was full and gave everything around me an ivory tint. It was beautiful, for lack of a better word. It was the reason I decided to come to Evergreen County in the first place. I sat up in the rocking chair and placed my forearms on the railing. I allowed my chin to rest on the fleshy area and simply looked at the property around me. I took in the loud chirps of the crickets and the subtle twinkling of fireflies. I felt the cool breeze kiss my skin and the smell of pine invaded my nostrils. I tasted the fresh air on my tongue and felt it penetrate my lungs. With a deep breath, I tried to force all the negative shit out of me. I brought the pain from my chest and to my head. I finally let myself cry.
After a few minutes, I realized that I was no longer alone. I could hear the sound of horse hooves clicking against the pavement. Coming up the driveway was, in fact, a horse. A massive black stallion with a mane that is only seen in fairy tales. Its shiny black coat sparkled in the moonlight and gave it an ethereal aura. Its steps were careful. Almost like it didn’t want to alert anyone of its presence. For that realization, I had to give all the credit to its rider— who was equally as large as the horse it seemed. He, too, was shrouded in all-black. His long, overcoat was tailored perfectly to his body. It accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. He had thick, long legs that hung on either side of the horse. He wore black, freshly shined boots on each gigantic foot.
Although, it felt as though my eyes were deceiving me.
Despite how close the man was getting to me, I still couldn’t make out his head. I couldn’t make out the color of his hair or even get a general outline of his face. I squinted my eyes, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of something.
It wasn’t until the horse made it about six feet away from the house that I realized that I wasn’t going crazy.
The lone horseman was completely headless.
A wave of fear coursed through my body and I felt myself rise from my chair. I made a beeline to the front door and yanked it open. I shoved my body inside the home and swiftly locked the door behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest at the sound of his heavy boots climbing the porch steps. My breath had become uneven from the sounds of my erratic panting. My hands were trembling as I slipped the phone from my cardigan’s pocket and unlocked it. I pressed the little phone icon and began to dial for the police.
But, then, the moment I went to press the phone to my ear, I heard the sound of receding footsteps.
It took all the courage in me to crawl to the window and peer out of it. I had caught a swift glimpse of the horseman mounting his horse, before directing it back down the driveway. Just as swiftly as they appeared the man and his horse disappeared. Leaving me alone once again. I took the phone away from my ear and hung up the call. After another minute or so, I unlocked the door and stepped onto the porch. I looked back at the driveway once more; a frugal effort to ensure that he was truly gone.
He was.
As much as I wanted to ponder why out of all places he came here, to my cabin, I couldn’t. The reason was sitting directly in front of me. Just three feet from the door sat my ring. A friendship that Trista and Jessica both wore as well. We had gotten them right after graduating college. It was a vow to always stay true to one another and to work things out when things had gotten hard. It felt more like an empty promise these days though. I didn’t even notice I had lost the gold band. My mind must’ve been so numb from their fallacious activities that it didn’t even process that it was gone. Even if I had, I probably wouldn’t have looked for it. It didn’t matter to me anymore.
Next to the ring sat a bouquet of wildflowers. The huge bundle was made up of blue and white blossoms. Their scent was sweet and clean. It eased into the nostrils and hardly ever lingered. It made my heart flutter ever so slightly; temporarily lifting the sorrow from it. A tingling sensation bloomed within my chest. It was almost identical to what I had been feeling in the lake earlier when I had put my hand in the water. The tingles gave me comfort. Almost like I had been experiencing the beginnings of a new relationship. As much as I wanted to be mad at the feeling, I couldn’t. My capacity for feeling my emotions had already been filled to the brim. I no longer had the mental space to process this ordeal. I would simply have to wait until I was no longer burnt out to confront the horseman.
Every night the headless stranger would stop by. And every night he would bring me a gift. It was usually in the form of flowers. Fragrant and wild. They filled the small cabin with their scent and added a homey feel to the place. The flowers were a wonderful distraction from the loneliness that remained in my heart. They brightened the rainy days and gave me something to hope for. The mudslide had seemed to have gotten worse with the constant showers. More and more debris had filled the road, making it even harder to leave. The rain had limited our outdoor activity, as well, and forced me inside the force. I couldn’t even use the beautiful scenery to distract from the betrayal anymore. I was trapped.
By the fourth night of spending a whole day pretending to be fine, I found myself on the porch once again. There were no tears in my eyes that time, though. I was all cried out. The sadness had moved from my heart and unrooted an emotion I tended to avoid: anger. I started to become angry that my “friends” had thought so little of me; how they had the gall to sneak around right under my nose and think it was perfectly acceptable to do so.
I don’t know if it was being trapped in the house or the cold, rainy days, but I could hear them messing around almost every night. I heard almost every pleasurable sigh, bed creak, and intense squeal through my very thin wall. It was so infuriating. I wanted nothing more than to just bang on the wall and ask them to stop. Or, at least, take it down to the basement where I wouldn’t hear them. There was an escape from their constant torment. It wasn’t the loving glances and gentle hand brushes in the day— then it was the aggressive humping and loud moaning at night. I was reminded of their betrayal every second of the hour and I was slowly losing my mind because of it.
I was so deep in thought on the fourth night that I didn’t notice the horseman’s presence, until after he placed the flowers on the porch’s steps. Their bright yellow petals had torn me from my reverie and brought me back to reality. The hulking figure had stood several paces away from the steps. His hands were crossed against his chest and there was a slight tilt in his body. If he had a face, I imagined it could have been a quizzical look upon it. He’d seemed rather confused, yet intrigued at the sight before him. The image of a relatively young woman, adorned in a silk nightgown and robe, pacing back and forth on a front porch. It was way past midnight and the air was borderline arctic. Yet, she still decided to wear a fashionable outfit while mumbling to herself like a crazy person. I am sure any given person would have stopped and stared at me if they had the chance. Even if they had been a ghost.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when the realization of his presence finally hit me.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I hissed, taking a step back. “Where the hell did you come from? Sneaking up on me like a ghost in the night.”
I mumbled the last bit under my breath, but the headless horseman seemed to have heard it anyway.
He gestured to his body, lifting both hands up and down at the same. Almost as if to say, “Don’t you see me? I am the ghost in the night.” The last part was solidified by the gesturing of the empty space between his shoulders; right where his head was supposed to be. The movements were playful. Some would say they were even comical, but they still didn’t get much out of me. Not a laugh, nor a giggle. Just a slight smirk and a shaking of my head.
“I’m gonna have to get you a bell or something so I know you’re close by.”
He gestured to the massive black stallion tied to a nearby tree.
“Oh yeah. . . I forgot about that. Good point,” I replied, scratching the back of my head. “I really must’ve been out of it, huh? I didn’t even hear the heavy hooves of that big ass horse over there. Well, shit. I really made myself an easy target, didn’t I?”
The horseman gestured to his belt. It carried several weapons, such as an axe and a revolver. The second movement was something I didn’t realize he knew. He puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips. He assumed the Superman stance— the pose made more clear by the way his jacket blew back in the wind. That was something I couldn’t help but smile at. It seemed that he had been trying his best to make light of the situation. From the comical gestures to how he stood a good five feet away from the porch. It felt like the horseman didn’t want to impose, but he also didn’t want me to dwell on something so upsetting. The realization had struck a chord with me. The fact that a ghost could pick up my change in attitude and my friends did not was eye-opening. It was downright alarming. It just solidified to me that they had truly been on another planet. Never mind the fact that I had only officially met the headless stranger several days prior.
“So, you’ll protect me, hmm?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and tilting my head. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”
The being lowered his hands to his hips and took several paces to the porch steps. He lifted the bouquet from the polished wood and gently passed the bundle to me. I took the yellow daisies and brought them to my nose. Their scent was fresh and inviting— almost like new love. There were hints of chamomile within its petals, although I couldn’t stop the little flowers anywhere. I watched as the hulking figure lowered himself onto one knee and placed a hand on his chest. He outstretched the other towards me, his fingers spread and his gloved palm open.
The love confession, as simple as it may be, made my heart flutter.
It hadn’t taken long for me to realize just how meaningful the horseman was. He relied heavily on his actions to perpetuate his feelings. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to tell a lover white lies to pass the time. Perhaps it was the absence of his head that forced the notion, but I appreciated all the same. He seemed authentic and raw in his sentiment. He probably couldn’t lie, even if he wanted to. The movements of his figure would give it away. It was easy to lie using your vocal cords, it was even harder to lie through body language. The more I thought about it, the more I understood why I had entertained this attraction for the past several days. Not only did it serve as a distraction from my dishonest vacation buddies, but it felt genuine. It felt so fucking real in a world of grey skies and black smoke. The Headless Horseman was the only one expressing his true self these days, the only one unable to lie to me. Although, I am pretty certain he wouldn’t want to if he had the option. He was a gentleman above anything else, and he wasn’t the type of guy to misdirect his lady.
The longer I looked at him, the more my heart pounded. A million thoughts exploded through my mind at once. The main one was how I only had two more days left of this vacation and how I would probably put this place behind me— due to the unfortunate actions of my friends. It almost saddened me that I would never be able to see someone as sweet as the horseman again. It was truly insane how a ghost knew the art of courtship better than the living, breathing humans I accompanied on the daily. Yet, I digress. The second thought was of my friends upstairs. There was no doubt in my mind that the act they were engaging in was somewhere between sinful and unholy. They had been fucking like rabbits since the mudslide happened. However, the judgment in my being was beginning to subside.
Sure, I didn’t hand a human participant to engage in such disgusting activities.
But, I did have a ghost.
A sexy one, at that.
Call it petty, but, I had a sudden taste for vengeance.
“Mister Horseman?” I hesitated.
He rose from the ground and took several steps closer to me. It was just until his shins were touching the bottom step of the porch. Still, he opted to keep his distance. Just like the gentleman he was. Even after all that time, he worried he might scare me.
I lowered the flowers back onto the floor and proceeded to untie my silk robe— ever so slowly. I allowed the garment to fall to the crooks of my elbows and expose my bare shoulders. My nipples pebbled in the cool night air and a shiver crept down my spine. I saw his body tense at the sight of my exposed skin and his hand balled into a fist. Hollow breaths fell from my lips as I took several steps back. They weren’t out of fear, no. They were to add to the art of seduction. I pulled the silk bonnet off my head and allowed my goddess braids to flow down my back. I saw his chest rise and fall at a rapid rate. Despite him having no head, it seemed that the horseman was struggling to breathe. It was an intriguing sight.
“Allow me to be the first to say that the feeling is mutual,” I said, breathlessly. “I, too, hold a certain affection for you.”
His body leaned closer and began to tremble after digesting the words.
“However, unlike you, I was not blessed enough to show my talents through crafts,” I said, gesturing to the bouquet on the ground. “I was blessed in other ways. Ways that I can only show you upstairs, in my bedroom. And I would have no problem showing you—”
His gloved hands were on my body before I could finish the sentence. I could feel the cool leather through the soft silk against my hips. He held the plush area firmly, hesitant to bring any lower. The horseman was testing the waters, attempting to see just how comfortable I was with him. I brought his palms lower and slid them to my backside. I guided them to my plump rear and assisted in his grabbing of it. A soft gasp fell from my lips as I felt him reciprocate the action on his own. Gently, he massaged the plump muscle, bringing my body slower the longer he did it. About thirty seconds later, my chest was pressed against the top of his abdomen, and my arms were drabbed over his shoulders.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I purred, pulling away to open the door.
The horseman, quickly, pulled me back against his body and lifted me in one fell swoop. My thighs rested on either side of his slender waist and ankles locked just above his rear. My arms immediately gripped his shoulders, while one of his arms wrapped around me— holding my body completely steady. He used his other hand to open the front door quietly and let us both inside the cabin. He took careful steps; I could barely hear his footfalls on the hardwood floor.
“My room is upstairs,” I whispered. “It’s the third door on the left.”
The horseman took silent steps up the creaky old stairs. Both hands were around me now. He caressed my back sweetly as we ascended to my room. If he had a mouth, I was sure he’d hum a loving tune in my ear. My heart couldn’t help but sway at the action. It had only been a few minutes of him embracing me and I was already starting to fall for him. Maybe it was loneliness or the betrayal that left me so sensitive, but I couldn’t help myself. The horseman was simply too impactful.
However, the temporary bliss was cut short by the sight of Trista’s cracked door. Just as I had expected, lustful sounds danced from within the room and caressed my ears. I could feel my expression immediately drop at the sound. My inference had been correct. They were still, in fact, fucking like rabbits. As much as I would’ve loved to side my expression, I couldn’t. The horseman's face, or lack thereof, was right next to mine— meaning that he saw everything.
Instead of simply ignoring it, he gripped my body tighter and took quicker steps down the hall. He, still, didn’t make a sound. He walked right through my open door and gently lowered me onto the bed. He stood before me for several seconds, taking in the sight before him. A significantly smaller woman, adorned in lace and silk, with a face stricken with sorrow. I doubt that it was a pretty sight, though his actions said otherwise.
The horseman shrunk down to the floor before me and placed his hands on my knees. He slowly pushed them apart. Unlike the men before him, the horseman didn’t dive right in and reach for the slick lips underneath my silk skirt. He placed his body between my separated thighs and placed his hands on my hips. Gently, he moved them up my soft sides and back, just before stopping at my collarbones. With the cool leather of his glove, he caressed the soft area. The horseman gradually moved his embrace up my neck and to my jaw. His thumb ran across my bottom lip tenderly and sent shivers through my body. His other hand gripped the side of my face and started to brush against my cheek. I felt my eyes close at the action. My heart was warm and my mind was beginning to ease. The irritating sounds from earlier had left my mind and been replaced with a sense of tranquility. It was strange how someone so mythical was able to get such a reaction out of me. Especially after just knowing him for a few days.
“Let me feel you,” I said, opening my eyes. “Let me feel your skin against mine.”
The word “please” lingered after those sentences, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. I wasn’t the kind of woman to beg anyone to do anything for me. And I wouldn’t be starting now.
I felt him tense at the rest, almost as if he hadn’t expected it. Or, he just didn’t want to do it. Yet, he still obliged with my request.
Slowly, the ghost removed his hands from my face and placed them on my lap. He started on his right hand; pinching each finger and pulling it away from the skin. When each digit was loose, he pulled the glove off his hand with an air of hesitation. Clumsily, the leather garment was removed from his palm and tossed aside. Underneath was a stark, pale, icy-cold hand covered in an array of scars. His fingers seemed to be trembling slightly. His sensitivity to rejection was prevalent and made itself known to me. I took the massive palm into my hands. I bent the fingers at the knuckles just slightly before pressing a sweet kiss on the chilly surface. My eyes instinctively zeroed in on the empty space his head used to be. I stared at it, imagining it was actually there.
“You’re beautiful,” I found myself saying. “Scars and all. I accept you as you are. Thank you for sharing your body with me.”
A wave of relaxation overtook his rigid demeanor. His body eased into the confines of my own, before wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. It was a simple hug, yet it felt like so much more. It was the only way he could possibly show affection without easing into a carnal activity. The absence of lips had made this rendezvous so much more difficult. I wanted nothing more than to press my mouth against his and press his against mine. I wanted my hands to be in his hair, while he roamed underneath my skirt and beneath my thighs. I wanted to be as close to him as physically, and maybe spiritually, possible. But, I had to settle for a hug instead. I wrapped my arms around the undead man tightly and simply took in the moment.
Upon releasing me from the embrace, the horseman pressed a tender hand to my chest and pushed my body back. It was until my back hit the mattress. Then, he slowly pushed the wrinkled, skirt from my ankles up to my rear. I placed the bottoms of my feet at the edge of the bed, just to give him more access. Nestled between two soft thighs was my womanhood. Damp, curly, and absent of panties. The grip that the horseman had on my thighs firmed and I watched his chest expand. Almost as if he were holding his breath. He quickly removed the second glove before getting to work. The icy finger brushed against the hot vulva and caused me to shiver. A pleasurable sigh fell from my lips as I relaxed completely atop the bed.
His gentle digits proceeded to separate the lower lips and expose the sensitive bud beneath. Before touching the throbbing clit, the horseman slid his thumb along my slit. He gathered all the lovely slick my walls produced on the thumb’s pad, before swirling it along my bud. I hissed at the feeling of his finger against me. The cold sensation was making my walls spasm a little. He rubbed my bud in large circles. The horseman added just the right amount of pressure to have me moaning up a storm. At some point, I lowered my bent knees to a wide ‘v’ shape and gave him more access to me. My hips rolled and bucked against his hand, desperately wanting more than he had to offer. Like a friendly visitor, one of his fingers tapped against my entrance. It was his silent way of asking for my permission.
“Yes,” I sighed. “Put it in.”
The thick finger eased into the slick center and I felt my world come crashing down. The coolness of his digit in my hot crevice was something I couldn’t mentally fathom. It was foreign and almost bizarre, yet I couldn’t stop myself. It swiftly became addicting. The horseman added another finger and flexed the digits upward— pressing directly against the g-spot. My legs twitched and my breath started to hollow. The movements of his fingers were stern, not rough. They were meant to hammer the sensitive area— they were supposed to massage it. The skill in his fingers was something of a legend. They stretched the walls within, ever so gracefully. They prepped me for the awaiting member I already caught a glimpse of moments before. From the imprint it made on his trousers, it was big and girthy. It would probably tear me in half without the right preparation. Yet, despite how intimidating the semi-hard member seemed through the fabric, I couldn’t have been more excited about it.
The orgasm was deep and erotic. And completely took me by surprise. It unearthed something divine within my womanhood and presented it to the horseman. My back arched against the bed as my mouth grew wider. My moans bounced on the walls as the orgasm nipped at my heels. The warm sensation in my belly grew wider until my entire body was on fire as a result. My fingers dug into the bedsheets as my toes curled and my body shook. My eyes were squeezed shut and my breathing grew erratic. My legs twitched and vibrated against the horseman’s forearm. He had to remove the thumb from my clit to hold my left leg.
“Oh Dear God. . .” I slurred as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
The movements of his hands never stopped, they only made the orgasm longer and more powerful. I was seeing stars in my mind as my slick coated his hands. Thick cream oozed from my cunt as my body started to settle against the mattress. The after-effects of the climax started to wear down on my nerves. After some time, the ghost removed his cool finger from my center. He massaged the soft flesh of my thighs for a little while, before rising to his crouched position on the floor. I plopped my body onto my elbows and watched as he began to disrobe. The heavy, wool cloak was removed from his broad shoulder. Underneath was a stark white shirt and silk suit vest. Slowly, the ghost undid the buttons of both garments. Taking special care of the flawless pieces as he did so. Just as his hands, his chest was covered in an array of scars. They are arranged in size, shape, and depth. My heart sunk at the sight of them in the pale moonlight.
It was unclear whether or not he received them all at once, but one thing was certain. The Headless Horseman had a very rough life. Underneath the scars was a body I hardly expected. Almost every muscle along his figure was pronounced. From his rock-hard abs to his rippling arm muscles. Every last one was on perfect display for me to see. And what a beautiful sight it was.
His shoes were the next thing to come off. Followed by his pants. It felt like that bit was in slow motion. He unbuckled the silver belt buckles and undid the closure with ease. Slowly, as if he knew I was watching, the horseman pushed his pants down his thick thighs and forced them into a puddle on the floor. Just as I expected, the member was big and girthy. It seemed the nickname “horseman” was a double entender. Even in the pale moonlight, I could see the pre-cum leaking from his slit. It painted the brown tip gloriously and made it glisten. One of his wide palms inched down to his member and took a firm hold of it. I watched him stroke the member slowly. It felt like he was seducing me. Fortunately for him, it was working. He took several slow steps toward my body, I could feel my heart pound in response. Before we did any more damage to my favorite nightie, I lifted the silk garment off my body and tossed it aside. I, also, scooted back against the bed; in able to give the horseman more room to work.
The ghost proceeded to crawl against the fluffy mattress, flexing every muscle in his body as he did so. Groans left my mouth at the sight. I had never seen something so sexy in my life. Before long, his cool hands were pressed against my thick form once more. In one swift motion, the horseman spun me on my stomach and angled my hips in the air. I didn’t even have time to process what was happening, since his hands were palming my ass. He squeezed and massaged the soft tissue in a way I didn’t expect. He seemed completely mesmerized by it. Maybe it was the size or how soft it felt in his grip, but the horseman couldn’t get enough.
I giggled at the notion. “You could give it a smack if you want,” I said, wiggling my hips against his palms. “I won’t mind.”
The ghost paused the massaging of the rear and hesitantly raised his hand from my right cheek. He proceeded to give me the softest spank I had ever received in my life. I couldn’t help but erupt in a fit of laughter.
“You can do better than that,” I chuckled. “I’m a big girl, horseman. I handle a little pain.”
With a firm hand, the horseman spanked my ass once again. The feeling was somewhat indescribable. I had never been one for experiencing pain during sex, but being with him was starting to make me think otherwise. The sheer sting of the hit was enough to make my walls clench. He seemed to have noticed it as well. A shocked moan fell from my lips when the horseman did it again. That time, it was placed on the left cheek. A buzz of electricity coursed through my being with the second hit. My walls were oozing for him to invade them. The desire to be torn apart by the horse cock between his legs was growing greater by the second. The closer our bodies became, the more I wanted him. There was a force that was drawing us together. Something completely mythical and absolutely otherworldly. It felt like it was trying to tell us something.
But, I couldn’t decipher the message.
At least, not yet.
The moment he sunk into me I could feel my nerves begin to sing. The coldness of his body against my hot one was something divine. I pressed my face deeper into the pillows as he gave me everything he had. And it was a lot. It stretched me in either direction and made my canal spasm as a result. His cock pushed against every pressure point within my womanhood and I knew, then, that it would simply destroy me. I brought a shaky hand between my thighs as he started to rock against me. I rubbed my bud in lazy circles, a frugal effort to aid in my adjustment to his size. Low mewls fell from my lips as the thrusts started to increase in speed. The horseman had both hands on my hips as he moved against me. His hips rolled against my ass in a wave-like motion. The horseman didn’t seem interested in ‘fucking’ me, per se. He had no interest in giving me all that he had and shoving me into the mattress. When he moved against me, it didn’t feel like he was using my body. I didn’t feel like a tool to assist in his cardinal desires. He treated me like a prize; as if I was the main attraction. Even without a mouth, the horseman had communicated his intentions clearly.
He wanted me as a potential lover, not as a passing phase.
His actions— from the beautiful bouquets to the way he fingered me— were an act of courtship. Even with his member buried in my pussy, the ghost was still courting me. The rolling of his hips against my cunt and the soft grip on my hips were examples of that. Again, the horseman had no intention of ‘just’ fucking me. He wanted more. So, this little rendezvous was the perfect opportunity to express that. Rather than use me like a living, breathing fleshlight, the horseman decided to make love to me. He was proposing what a union could be like between us. Without saying a word, the horseman was explaining to me that I was capable of having both a lovely companion and a seductive paramour. He showed me that it was possible for me to have a gentleman that would get me flowers, and fuck me within an inch of my life.
Suddenly, a warm sensation started to flutter about my body. It gave me an air of comfort that I never experienced before. It gradually started to pool in my stomach, making my tummy feel warm in the process. The muscles in my body started to tense up and my grip on the mattress tightened. The breath in my throat grew thicker and my eyes fell shut. The gentle sound of the wind was the only thing to grace my ears. Every other sound drifted away. I could no longer hear the bed creaking beneath us, or the headboard hitting the wall. I wouldn’t hear my desperate gasps or the sound of our wet bodies hitting each other. Most importantly, I couldn’t hear the sapphic lovers enjoying themselves next door. At that point, their union no longer mattered to me. It was swiftly becoming something old and stale. Their betrayal was the most mundane thing to happen since we entered Evergreen County. In less than a week, I had a natural disaster grace my path, discovered that mythical beings existed, and was actively pursued by one. Not only that, but he was a better lover and companion than everyone before him.
Maybe I was entering my fifth stage of grief or maybe I was delusional, but I was swiftly getting over it.
“That’s it. . .” I grunted, my body still tense. “Keep going. . . I’m so close.”
The ghostly gentleman squeezed my hips tighter at the request. He kept his deep, seductive pace— not changing it one bit. If the arrangement was different, if he had a head, I knew the horseman would be the kind of guy to talk me through it. He’d whisper sweetnothings in my ear, calling me “beautiful” and “gorgeous”, while turning me into a slobbering, cock-hungry slut. He’d have a tongue like a snake, sneaky and deceptive. The horseman would never get rid of me if I could hear him speak. I’d never leave Evergreen County, even if my life depended on it.
The water in the shallow pool slipped over the edge and sent me into a spiral. The orgasm was deep, slow, and soul-wrenching. It unearthed something downright feral from my being. A low, groan poured from my mouth as I subconsciously threw my hips back to meet his. My mouth hung open like a bitch in heat and drool poured from the side of my mouth. My eyes rolled back until the whites were the only thing visible. Oxygen came rushing into my throat all at once. My throat started to heave and my heart began to pound in my chest. It was so loud. It began the only thing I could hear for a short while.
I didn’t even register that the horseman had changed positions. He hoisted my body from the bed and pressed my back against his chest. He hooked his left arm across my body and gently cupped my right breast in the process. His right arm wrapped around my waist, while his right hand gripped my hip. The ghost sunk back on his heels and separated his thighs a little bit more. My ass sat comfortably on his lap and his cock felt deeper than before. My walls were still fluttering when he started to move. The pace was faster than before. His hips moved like a piston, almost mechanical and precise. I could feel the head of his cock hammer the underside of my cervix. The pleasure point was getting obliterated at record time. The warm, fuzzy post-orgasm feeling had swiftly left my body. It was replaced with a burning hot desire that I, sadly, recognized. It was a feeling I had grown accustomed to in the short time our bodies were joined. The horseman was the only being to make me feel such cardinal desires. He was the walking epitome of sex, despite not having a head. Sex with him didn’t feel like a chore. It was an experience. An activity both parties could enjoy. And I was enjoying myself more than he could ever know.
It wasn’t long before his quick, machine-like thrust turned sloppy and clumsy. I could feel his lips begin to twitch the longer he pounded into my pussy. He was reaching his limit. I could feel the rapid pace at which his chest rose and fell against my back. It was a strange feeling, to say the least. At the front of my mind, I knew the horseman wasn’t alive. I knew he was a ghost, a headless one at that. However, I couldn’t process the feeling of humility I had gotten from him. The coldness I first felt when he touched me was no longer present. His body felt warm and inviting. It even had a thin sheet of sweat on it, just like mine. It could have been the crazy sex hormones coursing through my body, but it felt like the horseman was slowly becoming human.
I didn’t have to time to analyze the thought any further before the third climax came knocking at my womanhood. It was somehow even more powerful than the ones before. My entire body trembled as I came undone against the horseman. A loud, pleasurable scream flowed from my lips as I threw my head back. My hips bucked against his lap as liquid shot out of my cunt and coated his rod. My nails dug into his warm flesh as I rode out my high. The massive member began to vibrate and twitch within me. Shortly afterward, thick ropes of cum coated my slick walls. I groaned at the sensation. The horseman continued to pound into my used pussy until he physically couldn’t anymore. His body, also, trembled and shook against mine. The lasting effects of overstimulation eating away at his feral demeanor. His sloppy thrusts came to a slow stop and his arms loosened their grip.
The horseman repositioned our bodies for the final time that night.
With both of us on our sides and my face buried in his chest— I had never felt more content in my life.
I awoke to a gentle kiss placed on my forehead. Followed by another on the tip of my nose and one on each eyelid. A soft hand readjusted the silk bonnet on my head, before capturing the side of my face in its palm. It was warm, familiar, and inviting. I found my sleepy form leaning into it, nestling against it for comfort. Slowly, my tired eyes eased open. The bright sunlight forced me to immediately shut them and groan in annoyance. The thumb, attached to the warm palm, gently caressed my face. It stroked my cheek lovingly, before moving over to my lips. Tenderly, the digit ran across my bottom lip; sending shivers through my body once again.
Once again?
The memory of the horseman’s gentle fingers immediately came to mind. How they caressed my face and neck, before easing down to my cunt. The feeling of his thumb running against my lips was identical to the sensation I was feeling now. But, something was different about it. There wasn’t a sadness in the touch as it was before— only anticipation. As if he was waiting to finally kiss me after the night we had. That would’ve been impossible, given his current disposition. It would be impossible to share a kiss with the horseman since he was without the equipment necessary to achieve said embrace. Unless he managed to grow a head at some point during the night—
“Open your eyes, darling.” The voice was deep and smooth, like an aged wine. It brought pleasure to my eardrums and made my heart sing.
Upon easing my eyes open, I was graced with the most beautiful man I had ever seen. The warm sunlight gave his pale skin an ethereal glow. His deep, brown eyes shined like ambers in the light. He had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. Resting above a very pronounced chin was a pair of plump lips. They were soft and had a pinkish hue to them. Above them was his nose; it was straight and came to a subtle point. The shape of his eyes was narrow and just above them were a set of thin, blond brows. They matched the messy blond hair atop his head.
A smile spread upon his lips. “Good Morning, little owl,” he purred, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “How did you sleep?”
I matched the smile on his face. “I slept well,” I replied. “It’s great to finally see you. All of you.”
“And what a marvel it is to be seen by you,” he hummed, lovingly.
Hesitantly, I raised a gentle hand to his face. My warm fingers brushed against his plump lips; a weak attempt to determine if I had been dreaming.
I was not. This was all 100% real.
“You know,” I started, combing through his soft locks. “I have a lot of questions about. . . this.”
“I’m sure you do,” he smirked. “And I am more than happy to answer every last one of them.”
“Quite the charmer you are,” I quipped. “I bet you have all the ladies losing their heads over you.”
A deep, guttural laugh erupted from the man above me. It warmed my heart.
“You are quite the jokester, aren’t you?” He replied when he finally died down. “On the contrary, it was the exact opposite. I lost my head for a lady.”
A frown took over my face. “I’m sorry.”
The horseman used the awkwardness of the conversation to adjust his position above me. He slumped into the space on my left side and pulled me closer. His stronger arms cradled my soft body against his hard one. My bare chest was pressed against his and our legs were intertwined. It was painfully obvious that we were both quite naked underneath the covers. I could feel a familiar friend begin to twitch against my right thigh. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t ready for another round. Sure my body was on fire and there was a subtle ache in my walls, but the feeling of that man against me was something I wanted to relive. Especially now that I had something to look at.
The horseman was so pretty that it fucking hurt my feelings.
“It was a long time ago,” he sighed, stroking my cheek. “I hardly ever think about it anymore.”
“But. . .” I hesitated. “How were you able to wander around without your head?”
He thought for a minute. A sour look overtook his look of contentment. There was also a hint of shame in his eyes as well. Whatever he was about to say, he was deathly embarrassed about it.
“I made a bargain with the forest guardian as I was dying,” he admitted after some time. “I asked her for a chance to walk the earth again. To experience the love I had just previously lost again. Even after all she had done, I still loved my wife and I wanted to get back to her. The forest guardian must’ve been sympathetic and granted me one more night on this plane. In exchange, I was to be her servant and guard the north side of the forest until she no longer needed me. However, like most bargains, there would be a catch. I was to remain headless and walk the forest until the end of time.”
“But, what changed?” I asked, hanging on the edge of my seat. “Why do you have a head all of a sudden? After all that time has passed?”
The warm smile from earlier reappeared on his lips and the horseman pulled me closer. “You came into my life and changed everything.”
“How?” I said. “I didn’t even do anything.”
“That’s the point. You did nothing to warrant such devious actions from your friends, yet you still got betrayed. As did I,” he answered. “We share a pain known to many but not often spoken about it. The loss of a community. I could feel that pain the day you were in the boat. It drew me to you. I watched you cry from the shadows and my heart bled for you. I wanted to make you feel better by any means necessary and I heard flowers would do the trick.”
“So you started making me bouquets,” I interjected.
The horseman nodded. “But, I think it was your acceptance of me that freed me from servitude. Your words last night were genuine, along with your actions. You meant what you said and it thawed my frozen heart. I no longer wanted to live in solitude, roaming the forest for the rest of eternity. I wanted to be in love. You made me want to love again.”
I raised a shaky hand to his cheek and stroked it lovingly. “This is a lot to take in. There’s so much I to say, but I don’t even know where to start.”
“How about we start with our names?” The horseman suggested. “My name is Nanami Kento. What’s yours?”
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