The Monster - G.S.
Synopsis. âHere ye, here yeâa royal wedding is upon the horizon! The uniting of two kingdoms long held in fierce battle: hybrids and humans. At the first light of sunset His Majesty, King Gojo Satoru, the sole snow leopard hybrid in all the lands, shall wed Her Royal Highness, the princess: you. For one moon the princess shall have to succeed - or survive - in marital bliss with the King, in order to commence peace negotiations between the two kingdoms. But remember, dear princess, no matter how gentlemanly a hybrid may seemâŠthey still remain hybrids. They possess powers. They undergo ruts. And humans arenât built to handle them.â
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!princess!reader, snow leopard hybrid!Gojo, hybrids AU, royalty AU, heâs the cruel king of the North, King!Gojo, pIot, worldbuilding, humans vs. hybrids, poIiticaI marriages, arranged marriages, for the good of the people, reader is lowk a BAMF, YEARNING Gojo, paintings, palaces, setting descriptions, RĂTS, pheromones, hybrid tendencies, he goes FĂRAL, first times (both), sIight bIood, oraI (fem rec.), pĂșssydrĂșnk Gojo, fĂngering, spĂtting, hoIding you down with his tail, stopping you from running, p talking, rings, manhandIing, matĂng presses, brĂ©eding, making him BREAK, making it fit, cervĂx smoochin, dĂșmbificatĂon, p worship, HEAVY overstĂm, Gojoâs powers, creampĂes, cĂșmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, fated mates, confessions, HAPPY ENDING, pet names swĂ©aring.
Word count. 17.4k
A/N. PHEWWWWW yâall knew I just had to-
White dress.
Rouge.
Soaps and scents from all over the world.
Milk bath. The concoction of pale liquid stretches around you like a neverending sea; in a bath tub just as vast, with flower petals locked in a constant state of battle against the torrential waves of your attendants scrubbing you down to the very bone.Â
Above the seething splashes, your motherâs droll tone emanatesâveering into her fourth hour of pacing the royal bathing chambers now.
ââsuch an unseemly arrangement- but of course, we ought not to have expected anything more from a hybrid.â Her lip curls in distaste, âThe Ton might even consider it scandal- and yet, I fear we have no choice in the matter. Not with him.â
âYes, mother.â
âNot even the kingdomâs best advisors could negotiate his terms, my dear.â
âYes, mother.â
âThis is the only resolution remaining for the kingdom.â
âYes.â For who was to go against the Queen?
In just an hourâs time, youâll be married to King Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru.
The infamous ruler of the Kingdom of Hybrids.
The shadow looming over your kingdom.
The last snow leopard hybrid alive.
There was a reason to that that made your heart clenchâyouâd felt the floor fall out of your history lesson the second itâd been taught to you. Legend said that your people had hunted down every last snow leopard hybrid after discovering that the opposing kingdomâs monarchs were of that family - every last one.
Except for one.
It was unsure how or when Gojo Satoru had escaped during the massive conflict, but your people had gotten their penance once heâd returned - stronger than ever - and declared battle.
But you didnât want to think about that right now- not when all that led to were thoughts about just how the patriot might enact revenge for it upon you.
The Kingdom of Hybrids and the Kingdom of Humans have sat beside one another since the dawn of time, and so has the resentment between the two. It has always been ever-present and ever-growing. Your ancestors, and your ancestorsâ ancestors. Like the overpass of frothy white clouds hovering through your blue, blue skies aboveâchurning into dark storm clouds and blizzards once they reached the gloomy land of the neighboring kingdom.
The opposing kingdom always seemed colder, always seemed crueler.
And you were sure that the primary reason for that was the geographical difference between the two: your kingdom sat at the bottom of a mountain, where the valleys were fertile and nature flourished. Whereas the Kingdom of Hybrids was scattered in large, stone towers and huts across the enormous mountain range.
Only sharpening in weather and bite the further up the mountain one went. Its peak was completely obscured by clouds, and not even on the clearest day could you spot the spirals of where Gojo Satoruâs palace - aptly named the North Palace - was rumored to be.
Out of morbid curiosity, you did sneak a glance every day. Hell, you even fixed a lantern from your royal chambersâperhaps hoping that someday you might witness a lantern blinking back.
Though that was an experiment yet to bear results - you havenât spotted even a single hybrid subject coming out of those hard stone homes. It was as if a ghost kingdom.
Even if the news from the front lines clearly stated otherwise.
The hybrids obscured themselves with snow and fog. Cloaked themselves in storms that sent trundling vibrations even to your palace. Residents of a perpetual winter that tore through their kingdom - even the stray gusts of air from the mountain made your subjects shiver, you couldnât imagine what it was like to be borne and passed in such a state.
Borne and passed, because it was forbidden for subjects of either kingdom to cross into the other.
As all good neighbors must, your ancestors had raised a barrier separating the two lands for good; a thorny forest about seventy feet high and several townsâ length wide. It was made of thorned trunks about the size of boa constrictors. Plunging into the clouds with their barbed limbs as though to make the world pay for ripping apart the one body of the land into two parts.
Though if you made such a comparison in any of your tutoring classes, you knew youâd be punished forthright.Â
It wasnât a surprise when the resentment had exploded in the coming years.
By the time you were in your teenage years, announced as next in line to the throne, Gojo Satoru had already taken the mantle as king. And that was when the conflict had started.
Hybrid warriors attacking the outskirts of your kingdom. Your own feverish subjects bloodthirsty to set fire to their sparse farms.
Itâs been a long and cruel battle.
You could sit here and recount the history lessons that your palace tutors had drilled into you - all those sabotages of war plans, all those attempts to oust either throne. The time your locals had been attacked by a ravenous pack of wolf hybrids, and the time your subjects had cut through the barrier, and clamored up the mountains just to spear through some of the prey. Hybrids with a taste for humans, and humans that bled no warmth. Blood and gore. Blood and gore.Â
There never flourished a fruit sweet from blood and gore.
And the roots of the thorn barrier had been watered with such for ten years now. More from your own kingdomâs people than his.
Why had it even started? One could only guess.
You knew what the royal history tutors proclaimed - this was because of their hybrid powers, theyâd been poisoning the wells and farmlands with their mystique, theyâd been kidnapping humans for nourishment - but you also knew that those of the other side must proclaim something far different. Have conflicting stories ever settled on one answer? One truth?
Most definitely not. Battle only gave one answer, and the question was what numbers were lost.
Luckily for your kingdom, however, the end of the fighting was nigh.Â
It had happened last weekâthe letter.
Just a day after youâd been announced to take up the throne in the upcoming week. The next Queen.
The resurgence of the people.
On a day when the fighting was stalled, and it wasnât looking pleasant for your side: a sole hawk hybrid flew between those winding thorns, scratches upon his wings from the long flight, a white handkerchief of surrender tied around his neck.
The arrow upon your kingdomâs front lines had raised the moment the flapping of wings became clear. Drew closer.
If not for the wave of surrender, you werenât sure what would have happened - Gojo Satoru was not the type of ruler to stand for a single one of his subjects being harmed. Especially one so seemingly harmless. And your lines of soldiers had been pushed back in the last few monthsâŠthey wouldnât have stood a chance.
The soldiers had shuddered as the half-human, half-bird creature drew nearerâsomething mythical from their storybooks, their greatest nightmares.
You hadnât been there alongside them that day, and Commander Masamichi Yaga was the one to take the first step towards him. A handkerchief of white held in his own hand.
The two had met in the middle, youâd heard, on your side of the nation.Â
There, the hook-nosed Commander - or so youâd heard from the whispers of the soldiers that had been there that day - had handed over the envelope. It was a snow-white parchment, cool to the touch; so starkly empty except for the slight heft in its weight, and the single, slanted line of blue cursive on its back.
To the future Queen.
A carriage had been called immediately to the royal palace.
Higuruma had flown off thereafter, and the Commander had set off down those high-ceiling, gold-capped corridors of the palace. At once.
You remember exactly where youâd been when you first saw the letter - in the circular meeting table with your royal advisors, poring over your nth war tactic that day. Youâd just opened your mouth to suggest another treaty proposal between the two kingdoms - your strongest men and women and every warrior in-between couldnât possibly last much longer against the formidable foe - when Yaga had barged inâhis face solemn, his body bowed, his hand trembling where he held that unopened letter.
And at first, youâd assumed that something had gone horribly wrong - that your subjects had been harmed. But then youâd reached out and taken it.
The letter had no senderâs name, but it didnât need one.
It was the first correspondence with King Gojo Satoru since heâd taken up the throne. Ever.
âTo my dearest future Queen,
Though I suppose it shall be a falsehood to claim you as mineâthat is not a privilege this lowly hybrid holds just yet. So I suppose you must forgive me; to the dearest future Queen.
I am aware of your kingdomâs valiant efforts against my own, and I commend you for maintaining such a fervent battle. I admit, no kingdom prior has managed to prolong one of my battles thus farâyouâve made me exercise battalions I never believed I would get the chance to, in this lifetime, and it has been quite thoroughly exciting to face my first challenge. You hold your fights well, my future Queen.
My apologies, it has happened again.
But you must be aware of what is undeniable - your kingdom is losing. Though not instantly, it is inevitable that, ultimately, your kingdom shall crumble before mine. Your humans are injured, and you falter in resources.
I know you know.
However, fret not. For it seems that across the duration of our snipes, I have grown to hold a strange affection for your kingdom, and most of allâyou.
To the future Queen: if you wish for the war to come to a close, in a way that benefits both parties equally, I am extending this one olive branch.
Marry me.
Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.
You may hold the celebrations in any manner or place you wish, you may annul the marriage if you do so please. This lowly hybrid proposes that you may even take other lovers, shall it be your desire to do so; my only condition is that Your Majesty must reside in the North Palace alongside yours truly for one moon.
Yes, one moon with you is all I ask. After which you are free to return, to register the annulment, to even reside in the North Palace as long as you please.
Though, this lonely King shall do his best not to heighten his hopes.
On the moon after our union, my troops will pull back from the borders - we shall be at war no longer.Â
On the third moon after which this letter has been received, Commander Higuruma will be awaiting in front of the thorn barrier for your response. Do not attempt to herald an attack, for there is a reason that hawks are birds of prey.
I await your response impatiently, the my future Queen.
Yours truly,
Gojo Satoru.â
The letter had dropped from your hands once you finished reading it.
One moon.
One night.
One night with the cruel King Gojo Satoru.
And of course, there was no promise that youâd ever be coming backâfor, who could trust a King like so?
There was nothing more to be said about Gojo Satoru.
Everyone had a story about him.
Everyone.
Perhaps from the odd disappearance of a family member that strayed too close to the barrier, or a childhood bedtime story that always featured him as the fearsome villain. Lately, you have been the hero, of course.Â
Though one knew not of what the hybrid looked like, nor his age, nor the full extent of his powers, nor any insight into his motivations - everyone knew one thing for certain: and that was to stay away.Â
Gojo was deemed to be a brutal kingâthe cruelest of them all. The most wicked. The one that appeared on battlefields as fleetingly as a snowflake upon your palm, and disappeared just as quick - so quick that one wonât even be able make out his features, his form - leaving behind a trail of carnage that piled up high enough to form their own kingdoms. In just a single second.
And the more he aged, the more his powers grew.
He was the reaper. And you were being asked to walk right into his claws.
What followed had been a fervent series of letters - penned by only the best of the best advisors, authors, and peace negotiators in your kingdom - that were rejected one by one. Your kingdomâs messengers disappeared into the barriers upon their surrender-white horses, holding bagloads of letters and pleas from your council, and arrived with the very same an hour laterâsomewhat disoriented.
According to them, theyâd followed the route to the other kingdom to a T - and yet, somehow found themselves exiting back out through your side of the wall once more.
Gojoâs magic, you knew. Though unaware of its uses and intricacies, you understood that this was what youâre getting for not following his instructionsâwaiting for Higuruma.
And you also understood that if his prowess was this expansive, then what more could they possibly do to your kingdomâŠ
And so - after three moons - youâd accompanied Commander Yaga and the troops to the area where theyâd first encountered Higuruma. Sure as ice, the hook-nosed man was standing there proudly.
He bowed luxuriously at you, before clipping the response letter into his clutchesâthen he stretched the massive wingspan upon his back and took flight. Disappearing towards his own kingdom in but a few blinks.
And you could only watch as your response was carried away.
âTo Gojo Satoru,
I accept your proposal. It is time we finish this war.
Regards,
The future Queen.â
The date was set. You were to be married.
And so youâve found yourself being fussed over by the entire palace - and even the tailors, and cake-makers, and florists from outside. The people. The outraged and the delighted alike.
Everyone and anyone bursting the seams of the palace in an attempt to catch a glimpse of you on your wedding day. What an honorable date it was, wasnât it?
On the day that should have been your coronation as Queen, youâre being fitted into your wedding outfit.
It was initially supposed to be your first gown as ruler.
A lavish few meters of white silk pampered, teased, and pressed into frills. Millions upon millions of miniature diamonds bedazzle the fabric in increasing saturation towards the bottom, making it look as though you were the beauty of nature itself; the soft sunlight across freshly-ladden snow, the hymn of tree branches against the winter wind, an ice shard itself. Sharp when youâre not looking.
The train of your wedding outfit had taken several attendants to fix onto your jewel-encrusted tiara, and it billowed out the length of several ballrooms.Â
It was equally as decorated with tiny fixtures of diamonds, heavy yet grounding - youâd specifically asked the tailor to add these on. If youâre going to bear yourself before the most wicked King, then you might as well make an impression.
You touch the silk gloves that covered you from fingertips to elbows - also something youâd requested. Just one night. Youâd show that your kingdom wasnât just the feeble humans he must think he was toying with- and afterwards all diamonds were ordered to be distributed amongst the people.Â
This was your choice to marry your opposing monarch. Everything was yours.
Though the bouquet of white roses must have been a choice of the palace. Must haveâŠ
Your mask of quiet acceptance fixed. Your appearance radiant. Youâre staring at the person in the mirror that seemed so distant from yourselfâwas this the new Queen of the Hybrids?Â
Attendants and tailors fluttered around you like butterflies, harried that they werenât able to suckle the honey out of you fast enough. Theyâre smoothing your fabrics down and fussing with your train, theyâre making last-minute adjustments to the size and fitting-Â
âCareful.â Your mother warns from a distance, and her tone is enough to make the entire room jolt. She stares down one of the tailorâs apprentices, âHeaven forbid you prick her- goodness knows what he will have to say.â
âPricked or unpricked, he shall have to deem fit what he sees.â Youâre responding, head held high. âFor I was not the one that insisted upon a marriage.â
âBut you simply must understand thatââ
Mercifully, your motherâs getting cut off by the shrieking of trumpets outside.
There were many a royal and noble guests invited to your wedding, and each entrance had been marked by the stirring of your orchestra and the announcement by the chief butler. But thisâŠthis was a sheer symphony of sound, shivers, and suspense that made you realize that this couldnât have been anyone butâhim.
There was a special melody for your husband-to-be, and your heart thundered along to its march as everyone inside the dressing room rushes to the window overlooking the sprawling courtyard. It was a massive stone masterpiece - the brilliance of human craft - a swooping row of colonnades with a glittering fountain in the middle. Areas sectioned off for the spectators, and marbled pathways from which guests came and went.
Your hands grip the smooth windowsill as you witness a coach of pure white approaching.Â
It was as unassuming as that of any other guest, only standing out for its sheer elegance.Â
Large spiralled wheels pulling along a well-built carriage, with a gleaming white hood and its curtains drawn. Larger than most. It seems that the Kingdom of Hybrids had a tendency to use horse hybrids as both coachmen and those tugging on the reigns, they threw their long heads proudly as they pulled on the royal carriage.Â
âCan you see himâcan you see him?!â The attendants whisper to one another.
âI canât see him yet- say, is it really true that he has the horns of the devil and wings like a bat?â
âDonât be ridiculous, heâs a snow leopard hybrid. Iâve heard he turns into a leopard at whim.â
âMy acquaintanceâs acquaintance says heâs cursed with six eyes- yes, six.â
âIâve heard heâs grotesque-â
They falter, and flicker their gaze towards you. You donât react.
Your eyes follow its parade between crowds that hush as it passes. It leaves a cold breeze behind it that makes even the heartiest of those celebrating tremble, it leaves the flowing water of your royal fountain freezing. Ice.Â
Youâre leaning even closer to the edge of the balcony, hoping to see but a-flutter of those curtains that might reveal something about the man who was surely inside-
âOuch-â Startling at the sudden prick of something against your shoulder, youâre turning around to find that the young apprentice had leaned into you- holding her needle from before. The very tip of it had accidentally touched your skin, in her frenzy to see the King himselfâand as her face drops in apology, youâre opening your mouth to tell her that it was perfectly alright when-
BANGâ!
When a sharp gale causes the windows to slam shut.Â
Everyone in the dressing room jumps back a foot away from the offending part of the chamber, looking at each other as if to confirm whether they didnât feel a single breeze prior. You certainly hadnât, either.
That had just come out of nowhereâŠ
Rattled, no one makes to open the window once more.
The trumpets blare yet again - this time with a slightly less rich tune signalling another guest from a far-off land - and some of the younger attendants merely stare at the closed window longinglyâwishing to just see. But one look from the main attendant has them jumping back into action, pins and all.
They had a wedding to prepare you for.
And the groom was already here.
.
.
.
Music was pouring out of the gilded venue.
In a letter later sent by Commander Yaga - and allowed through the barrier by Gojoâs powers - youâd specified that youâd like the wedding to be held in this magnificent limestone building; older than the rest of the palace it was attached to, and just as revered. Gojoâs reply had been simple: I am already aware of this arrangement, my future Queen.
And you didnât want to think of how he knew.
Low chandeliers. Sprawling rose pathways. Attendants zipped back and forth between extending your train and sneaking looks inside the royal cathedral.
âDo you see him- move-â
âOh, heavensâis that him?â Your skin prickles in goosebumps.
âI thought he hadâŠâ
âI would never have expected him to be soâŠâ
Traitorous to that expressionless facade you had on, your heart races as yet another attendant hastens to join the troupe peering inside the pews- and gasps. For, what could that mean? What could such a reaction be indicative of?Â
What did Gojo Satoru look like?
Itâs not that you held physical looks upon a pedestal - you knew such frivolities were ephemeral, and youâd met far too many handsome nobles whose good looks did little to compensate for their manners or lack thereof. But itâs justâŠ
You had an image of Gojo Satoru in your head.
Though legends often described him as a half-man, half-leopard with six eyes and bat-like wings that carried him over vast battle fieldsâyou envisioned him as something slightly different. Perhaps a half-man, half-beast just as they said, with paws far larger than a normal snow leopard, and a fur-muzzled face that looked ready to eat you.
Something as mythical as they made him sound.
Youâre shivering, and one of the attendants asks you whether youâre cold.
Youâre shaking your head evenly, and they look up at each other and nod. You touch your gloves for comfort.Â
They throw the gauzy veil over your face and fully open the double doors to the cathedral. The music had uplifted: it was time for you to walk down the aisle.
Your steps were just as poised and perfect as your years of etiquette lessons had taught you - and to the naked eye, you might even look confident. There goes the Queen, our savior, our monarch, marrying off the monster from the Kingdom of Hybrids to protect her people.
But out of their view, you knew your hands shook where you clutched that white rose bouquet.
It really was cold inside the venue.
It seems like eons before youâre reaching the end of the altar, and before your royal officiant begins his speech. Due to your veil, your vision of Gojo was obscured - other than the pointed tips of polished white shoes. You could sense that he was tallâbut just how tall (taller than a human could be?) was still a mystery to you.
As the officiant reaches the end of his speech, two pale hands come into your line of vision. Long with slender fingers, slightly blushed at the tips of his knuckles - Gojoâs hands, you realize with a jolt - were reaching out for something you had.
Your own hands, it catches up to you.
And, tentatively, youâre putting your left hand in his.
It flinches- for just a split-second because of its frigidness. Before youâre keenly aware of the restlessness of your ministers in the front row, and youâre placing it back into his grasp.
âYour Majesty, if you could now place the ring on Her Highnessâs finger and repeat after meââ And there was no ring in Gojo Satoruâs hands- there was no ring. But the next time youâre blinking - as if it had just manifested out of thin air - heâs suddenly holding the most beautiful band of silver in his hands.
A delicate wreath of precious metal, fashioned into two ferns that enveloped your ring finger perfectly, settled with a teardrop alexandrite in the middle and two smaller white diamonds on either side. Gojoâs fingers were cold as they held yours and pushed the ring on. The officiant continues, â-with this ring as a symbol of love, of commitment, of unity, and of peaceââ
And a soft, smooth tone follows- his.Â
Not quite the low, animalistic growl that you might have expected, nor the hissing sibilance of something shadowy - but something different entirely.
âWith this ring as a symbol of my eternal love, of my commitment, of our unity, and of peaceââ
It was the rich, noble tone of a royal. Gojo enunciated his words perfectly - and his deep voice echoed across every corner of the vast cathedral. Such a pretty voice and so- so human that it makes the hairs on your body raise.
The officiant continues with a light cough - if he were equally as surprised at the Kingâs voice, then he makes no indication. âI wed theeââ
âI wed theeââ And then Gojo says your name and it makes your heart almost stop. The way it rolled off of his tongueâŠit sounded like a prayer.Â
â-and pledge my love to you in this lifetime.â
â-and pledge my love to you in this lifetime, and in each one after.â
Thereâs a slight shifting on the numerous wooden pews as Gojo takes his freedom with the vows. And then a slim silver band is handed to you - it feels cold in your palm, impersonal, though not nearly as cold as your future husbandâs fingers - and your hands tremble as you take them in yours. The officiant turns towards you and utters those same vows-Â
âWith this ring as a symbol of love, of commitment, of unity, and of peaceâŠâ Youâre repeating, sliding the ring onto his lengthy ring finger. Almost inhuman in nature. ââI wed thee, Your Royal Majesty, King Gojo Satoru-â
Your voice falters.
His hands grow a little tighter on yours.
â-and pledge my love to you in this lifetimeâŠâ And youâre unsure what makes you take it- youâre so unsure. But you canât help but echo just what the snow leopard hybrid had stated earlier, â-and in each one after.â
A soft rush of exhales as both rings now glint upon your matching fingers.
United as one.
The officiantâs booming voice announces, âBy the power vested in me, I now pronounce youâŠhusband and wife.â In the distance a bell tolls, and it swells above the creaking of mahogany as the spectators lean in their chairs. âYou may now kiss the bride.â
Gojoâs hands - now clad with a single wedding ring - lift up the safety of your veil. And youâre blinking at the sudden rush of light nowâyouâre blinking up at him.
And oh.
Your breath catches in your chest, heart a-stuttering. Pert lips. Dimpled cheeks. Young- he couldnât have been more than a few years older than you. Eyes such a pale blue that they looked almost white. For the crisp white strands of his hair catch the sunlight filtering through the windows, setting his features a-glow and revealing to you the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. Human.Â
He looked utterly human.
Gojo Satoru lowers his head towards yours but hesitates, his gaze searching for an answer in yours. And perhaps it was the shock of seeing the King of Hybrids for the first time - after so long looking out of your window for a glimpse of him - or perhaps it was the dizzying rush of warmth thatâd suddenly run through your body butâbut youâre leaning in first.
Youâre the one kissing him, sealing your fate with the cruelest king of them all.
His lips were smooth and cool to the touch, tasting faintly sweet.Â
You feel Gojo smile into the union, before heâs pulling back and re-slotting his mouth more eagerly against your own.Â
Cheers erupt in the cathedral. And surely your advisors were shaking hands with one another, surely your mother was wiping off tears.Â
One of your hands rests against the silken material of Gojoâs suit, pressed up against his chest where his heart battered. Only slightly faster than your own racing one - even though it wasnât an embrace too scandalous nor prolonged, a thrill rushed through your body that you couldnât explain.
Gojo cups your left cheek softly, though there was a lack of pressure that let you know that you were free to pull back any time. And you had to pull back - you needed to.
If not for the fact that this was a man youâve never met before, then for the fact that The Ton would have far too much to say after the wedding - the Kingâs condition of a single night only added to the scandal.
But you justâŠ.you just didnât want to. Some strange part of you deep, deep down only wanted to sigh through your nose as you leaned even deeper into him.
Something deep, deep, deepâ
Before a hoot of celebration from somewhere in your audience jolts you back into your senses.Â
And youâre pulling away from him as if it burned.Â
Burned.
Burnedâyour body felt as though you were burning up. Feverish.Â
It feels as though your veins were suddenly thrumming with an energy that wasnât entirely yours, and the faster every single particle of you was vibrating - the hotter your body was feeling.
Warm tears welling up in your eyes. Mind never having felt clearer.
Youâre panting once and itâs the most scorching breeze youâve ever feltââFuck.â A ripple runs through your body as you realize youâve just sworn without meaning to- and it seems to extend past you and into the body of Gojo himself.
Gojo.
Gojo. Gojo. Gojo.
Whose nostrils flare and his eyes grow sharper. Behind him, his fluffy tail of white with rosettes swings from side-to-sideâtail? You hadnât seen that beforeâŠAnd youâre stumbling closer as if to get a closer look, to which Gojo Satoru easily catches you in his arms.
His strong hand clasps at your waist, and youâre finding your body leaned shamefully into his chest.
Looking up into his pale, pale blue eyes - like the skies of an ever-present winter - you gulp. And then you tilt your neck slightly to the side, as though bearing it for him.
Gojoâs lips part, and you see sharp canines peaking between his pink lips.
The cathedral has gone quiet by now, any sense of humor and victory bled dry - as dry as he could bleed you, if ever his canines chose to make a target of your pretty neck. As though reading their urgent thoughts, the Hybrid King leans inâclose enough that his cold pants cascade down your throat and your arched spine.
You gulp as his dampened teeth approach until theyâre mere millimeters away.
In what feels like another far-off land, youâre hearing the cluttering of iron and armored knights approaching. The footsteps of your kingdomâs best troop, led by Commander Yaga, and their shouts for Gojo Satoru to cease as he himself plunges into this inexplicable daze. Flesh on flesh.
But youâre only closing your eyes in anticipation of his bite-
His bite that falters as Gojo flicks his snow leopard-like ears over to the storming knights- and he cracks a slight smile.Â
One arm on your waist, and the other gently grasping your nearly ring-clad hand, he swings the two of you around as though waltzing to a music you couldnât hear. The orchestra had long stopped.
And then youâre both disappearing into thin air.
Leaving behind only the rose bouquet.
.
.
.
By the time youâre opening your eyes, you werenât at the royal cathedral any longer, and it feels as though you never were.
And one look around the room you were in makes you think that you never will be again. Ever again.
The chamber opened up like the mouth of a beast, of which you were inside with no way out. Teeth-like artifacts and ridges of bookshelves swathed the circular room luxuriously; titles of both human and hybrid languages of which you knew only a few sparse words. This was clearly the room of someone well-read, and your eyes glazed over at the large mahogany desk scattered with pictures, diagrams, and maps.Â
Portraits. Balconies with more bookshelves. Stairs and spirals. And a few remnants of armor emblazoned with your kingdomâs insignia, the debris of a meal well-had. Like a massive uvula a chandelier hung from the high ceiling, and the longer you stared at it- the more it dawned upon you that it seemed to be made of some ever-lasting ice.Â
Its windows provided little light and even less location. Fogged with frosty clouds, they were merely windows into a beast that had no soulâa beast that only hungered with no thoughts. A chill runs down your spine.
In just a second, you knew where you were: you were in the North Palace. Presumably in one of King Gojoâs studies.
Youâre feeling his cold presence next to you- and youâre pressing yourself against the stone wall instantly. And he follows. Putting a hand down your right glove and pulling out the dagger youâd hidden beneathâalways had. Always will.
You raise the tip of its silver blade to kiss Gojo Satoruâs neck.
It trembles just a little as he swallows.
Gojo has you pushed against the wall - chest to chest, pant mingling with pant - and one of his arms rested on the space above your head. He looks down at you with steely blue eyes.
His snow leopard tail quivers for a little bit- before coming to wrap around your leg.Â
He almost tugs you to him and youâre gasping, pricking the dagger against his neck until a bead of crimson follows. âA step closer and I shall end this war right now-â Youâre hissing.
And to your surprise, Gojo merely smiles. âYou may believe that.â He lazily flickers his eyes down to the weapon you had clutched, and a slow frost starts overtaking everything from its handle to the blade. âBut I am aware you wonât.â
âYou know not a thing about me-â
âSo you may think.â He reaches up and you almost flinch- in fact, every fibre of your rational being believes that you should flinch. But something elseâŠsomething else entirely deeper and ancient keeps you in place, staring into Gojoâs eyes as he runs his fingers down your cheek. Letting the cold metal of his wedding ring kiss your skin, and youâre leaning into the touch - you wanted it so bad. But you didnât know why. âBut I believe I know you more than you might think, my Queen. In this life and others.â
You struggle to keep your breath even- why did you wish to lean into him once more? âYouâre nonsensical. Youâre crazy.â
âPerhaps so.â Gojo hums, his canines glinted in the dim lighting of the chandelier. âBut this lowly hybrid only grows crazy for you.â
Your breath stutters. Youâre breathing in his ice-cold scent.Â
Gojo raises his nose in the air as if smelling something - you do, too, but youâre unable to sense anything but the coldness of winter and pine. But whatever he smells in the air makes him smile something simpering, âYou are free.â
You balk, âWhat?â
âYou are free to roam wherever you wish.â He says, finally creating some distance between you two. âYou are free toâŠâ Something catches his attention- he reaches out. And for a second there, you think heâs about to steal your daggerâbut what Gojo clasps onto is your glove. The King presses that precious fabric against his face and inhales your essence, â-do whatever you wish.â
Leaving you stunned, the hybrid turns his back to you and walks towards the arched door. Glove crushed between his fingers.
He makes it until the frame of the door - of which he fills out most of its vast shape - before looking over his shoulder at you. âEverything except leave, of course. For the night.â
As he walks away, he calls.
âMy attendants shall see to it that youâre led to your room and given a tour around the palace, and they shall provide you robes to which you may change into. The bath is already drawn, and my kitchens have prepared refreshments.âÂ
You feel yourself sliding down the stone wall.
âDinner shall be served once night falls- do not be afraid to let the royal chefs know what nourishments please you.âÂ
Ultimately ending up on the floor. Hand shaking on your dagger.
âOnce morning comes, you may do anything you please.â
Youâre wondering what it was you felt earlier as you bared your neck to him.
âYou may even leave.â
Itâs then that a troupe of attendants enter after Gojoâs exit, hybrids of all shapes and sizes and colorsâhuman. For the most part. They were similar to Gojo in the sense that they possessed more human features than the stories of your kingdom foretold, with ears and tails pertaining to their hybrid type, and demeanours which gave away their status as hybrids even if they wore cloaks.
One such hybrid - a red panda with a scar across her beautiful face - introduces herself as Utahime, the head attendant. She looks down curiously at you.
Your panting breaths. Your widened gaze.
âForgive my manners, Your Majesty, but I havenât seen a human before.â She tilts her head down at you, red ears twitching. âWorry notâŠitâs a little startling the first time for us, too.â
âThe first time?â Youâre being helped to stand by her.
âThe first time.â Utahime nods, âAre you perhaps a little disoriented? We may pay a visit to my mate, Shoko, in the healing ward - sheâs a caracal if that interests you - if you wish?â
âA caracalâno, hold a moment-â So much was swirling in your headâthe first time, the mate, the existence of a healing ward just as your palace did. What on Earth wasâŠâWhat do you mean by the first time? A mate?â
Utahime looks confused, mouth dropping slightly. âWhy, because His Majesty has-â
âUtahime.â A stern, feminine voice sounds from the doorway.
Youâre looking over the red panda hybridâs shoulder to see a woman with short, straight hair standing at the stone door. Her ears so large and triangular - twitching back and forth with its tufted tipsââAllow me to look over Her Majesty.â
âO-of course.â Utahime moves to the side.
The hybrid - Shoko, you assume - looks over you for any signs of injuries or scratches during the journey here, including testing you for symptoms of magical nausea.Â
And it seems a somewhat regular check-up, one that was reminiscent of the ones conducted in your own kingdom, until Shoko takes a cotton swab out of her medical bag and slides it down the tender spot of your throat.
All down that column. Lymph nodes.
As if your skin was more sensitive than ever, youâre shivering.
She inspects that cotton swab and lets it waft in the air for a seconds - seemingly all ordinary, itâs not long before Shokoâs wrapping it up and placing it all back in her bag.Â
And youâre not able to ask what that particular process was about before Utahimeâs bounding up to you again. The attendants had waited for your brief check-up to conclude.Â
âAre you prepared for your tour, Your Majesty? Or would you prefer we bathe you first?â She asks.
âI believe I would like to freshen up first.â You answer, before looking at the woman that had an open expression on her face. Little nubs of her canines peaked out through her smile. She wasnât nearly as terrifying as all the stories had led you to believe, âFor what reason do you do that?â
âPardon?â She cocks her head.
âFor what reason do you call me thatââYour Majestyâ?â Being led by her out of the study, youâre being shown around the various hallways and artifacts that were just as grand. âMy coronation is yet to be held, though it was supposed to be todayâŠâ
âOhâŠâ Utahime looks at you in slight confusion, âBut you are our Queen.â
Your brows furrow, âI am yet to be the Queen of my kingdom yet-â
âYou are the Queen of the Hybrids, Your Royal Majesty.â
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Youâd been slightly too harrowed to wonder just what the condition of âone nightâ would entail. If you were to go that farâŠperhaps youâd expected for the consummation of your marriage.
Or whatever it was that hybrids had equivalent.Â
Youâd been ready for it, however, both with your knife and your will.
If you had to fuck Gojo Satoru, then so be itâat least, that had been what youâd thought. Before. Before youâd seen him on the altar, and now, there was a part of you that would gladly exchange the rites of flesh.Â
And that scared you more than any legend.
Utahime was a wonderful guide around the palace, she explored every grand nook and cranny with you. The ballrooms. The libraries. The frozen fountains- yes, frozen. She took you from staircase down hallway down secret alleyways between bookshelves, leading you into grand halls with portraits of the Gojo family.
You stared quite longingly at those: white-haired, noble-faced hybrids that resembled Gojo in their species and strength. He looked more like his beautiful mother, you learned.
And something clenched in you as you remembered just why they werenât here.
Looking at the cherub face of the blue-eyed heir in the portrait, you couldnât help but ask Utahime- âWhat are the consummation traditions in your kingdom?â
Sheâd looked towards you slightly startled, âThe mating traditions, Your Majesty? WhyâŠthe same as your human mating traditions, I suppose.â
You gulped, âAnd the King-â
âHis Majesty would never force you into something that you do not wish to happen.â Utahime reaches out and holds your hand, youâre learning that itâs just as cold as her monarchâs. âFear not for your safety in this kingdom, my Queen. Harm shall never fall upon you in the Kingdom of Hybrids.â
You trusted her- you didnât know why, but you trusted her.
It had been past afternoon when youâd arrived at the North Palace, and well into the evening once youâd finished your tour. Thoroughly spent, your jaw had dropped once Utahime told you that it was just a few wings of the palace thatâd been explored-
âTomorrow, we may explore the towns. The people shall be overjoyed to meet their new Queen-â And then sheâd stopped in the middle of her sentence, throwing a nervous look your way. âThat isâŠif you so wish to stay past the conditions, Your Majesty.â
And you did not know how to answer her.
Later, after some reading in their vast libraries - far greater than even your own palaceâs - youâd been led into a sprawling dining hall for dinner.Â
It was a chamber that reminded you of Gojoâs study, though vertically longer to accommodate for the snaking table. Polished wood. Sparkling chandeliers. Paintings plastered across its oblong walls. Spread from nearly end-to-end of the royal room, you counted at least a hundred or so chairs on either side as you were bowed inside the great dining hall. Knights stood on guard with their weapons, though they didnât seem to pose a threat.
The table was laden heavy with food, fantastical ice sculptures, and a fireplace: you wondered how those ice sculptures didnât melt. Was this a work of Gojoâs powers, as well? Puddings and pastries. Truffles and rice. Steaks and vegetables. Sweet and sour.
Piled higher than your head.
Chocolates melted and crafted into all sorts of artworks that you didnât even know was possible to do with such an ingredient. In the middle of the table sat a six-tiered wedding cake, proudly crowned with miniature fondant figures of Gojo Satoru andâŠyou.
A cake like this would have taken well over two days - since your response - to create. And thatâs not to mention the fact that he already knew what you looked likeâŠ
Just how long had he been planning this?
There was everything your heart could desire- and you meant that. You hadnât taken Gojo up on his offer to make the kitchens privy to your preferences, and yet you were pleasantly surprised to find that almost all of the foods wereâŠyour favorites.
All your favorites.
How did theyâŠ
Youâre being led to the chair positioned at the very end of the table - the head chair often reserved for the leading ruler. The King, in this case.
OnlyâŠUtahime pulls out the silver-tipped chair at the very end and gestures for you to sit there.
You?
Youâre stopping short, âKing Gojoââ
âShall be sitting beside you, Your Majesty, worry not.â And youâre unsure whether you should be embarrassed that sheâd assumed you missed him - rather than the fact that you were wondering when heâd make an appearance, claim that chair the way he claimed you.Â
And as if to emphasize her point, sheâs tapping at the chair right beside yours.
Not the one at the head of the table.
The one beside it.
Lower-tiered.
âHis Majestyâs request.â
Youâd never heard of a King whoâd been happy to sit at a position lower than his Queen- let alone request for such a seating arrangement.Â
Slightly trembling, youâre taking your seat nonetheless.
And just as soon as youâre settling in- the doors bang! wide open.
In hurries a ferrety man in spectacles, holding an agenda to his chest and bowing so low that his nose touches the floor. âY-Your Majesty!â
âAt ease.â Youâre responding, somewhat wary.
âIjichiâŠâ Utahime grumbles, âWhatâs the meaning of this? Youâre interrupting the royal coupleâs dinner together.â
âI-I fear thatâs exactly the problem, Your Majesty.â The man - Ijichi, it seems - turns to you with an expression that couldnât have looked more apologetic if he tried. âI have been sent by His Majesty to inform you that he extends his deepest apologies, for he shanât be able to attend the royal dinner tonight.â
Youâre gripping the silver butter knife at your side, âPardon?â
And he flinches as though heâs just been struckââForgive me! It seems that some ah- unavoidable circumstances have risen that make it somewhatâŠdifficult for His Majesty to join Her Majesty tonight- th-though thatâs not certainly not for a lack of want! And His Majesty is supremely upset over the fact, itâs simplyâŠâ
Ijichi looks to Utahime for help. In the far corner of the room, the knights shuffle on their feet at the tension.
With a cautious expression, the woman steps closer - and as soon as sheâs within his proximity, Ijichi leans down to whisper something in her earâand her expression melts into one of understanding. Disappointed, but understanding.
She turns to you with an equally apologetic expression, âMy apologies, Your MajestyâŠâ
Your heart jumps to your throat.
âThe King is unable to attend tonightâs dinner.â
You donât know why youâre disappointed.Â
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You admit that the dinner passed by in a blur - delicious, and yet still a blur.Â
Perhaps if you donât miss anything of this excursion, then youâll at least think back on those delicacies fondly.
Although, you admit that Utahime - and even the ever-anxious Ijichi - had certainly grown on you. They kept you company throughout the rest of the dinner, and once you were finished the red panda hybrid escorted you to your royal quarters.
It was a vast chamber located not too far from Gojoâs study.
Even though most of the palace found itself composed of cold, hard stoneâthis room was special. It had the most delicate layers of paint spread across it, something you hadnât seen before even during your tour - baby blue in color, with faint patterns of snowflakes etched into every corner. Gilded decorations on every piece of furniture. A fireplace against one wall. More books than you could ever read in your entire life - let alone single moon here.Â
There was a balcony overlooking a befogged land that you could not discern, and a drop from it would have been fatal.Â
What drew you in the most, however, was the painting.
Most chambers in the North Palace were decked with precious paintings - hand-crafted oils of color in silver frames, those that looked more valuable than a room full of treasure and perhaps just as ancient - for it seemed that King Gojo was a lover of the arts. Interestingly enough.
You wouldnât have expected that of him.
But this oneâŠthis painting was the largest of them all.
It took up the space of one entire wall, which - according to your mental calculations - would have been thirty-two feet tall and eighty-eight feet wide. One side of your bedroom that was donning robes of oil paintâfeaturing the most picturesque vision ofâŠyour kingdom.
Your palace. Your people. Your dream as a monarch: seeing the people of your kingdom as happy as they should be.
The humans in this painting were hand-in-hand in the town square, dancing around a roaring bonfire. Around them were heaving tables laden with food, and behind- oh. Your eyes widened as you take in the painting even further - it wasnât just the humans that were dancing with one another. There were hybrids, too.
Your bed was a sprawling four-poster, and you huddled in amongst the silk-covered pillows.
This was your one night with King Gojo Satoru.
The first and the last.
Your one and only.
But there must have been a reason for this marriage, for his condition- there must have been. A full moon circled high in the sky, and peace couldnât have been so easy.
You kept your dagger underneath your pillow that night.
And so you sleptânot as fitfully as one might have expected.Â
When you wake up- itâs still nighttime.
Youâre sitting up on the bed and attempting to blink your vision back. It must have been an hour, perhaps two, since youâd gone to sleep- and you hate to admit it, but that must have been the best hours of sleep youâd gotten in years.
You might not even have woken up at all had it not been for the thunderous sound of footsteps outside.Â
Someone was running- no. Multiple people were running.
Heart battering against your chest, youâre grabbing the dagger out from underneath your pillow and getting onto your feet. You were wearing a thin layer of silk Utahime had bestowed upon you as a nightgown, but there was no time to consider propriety now - something was happening inside the North Palace.Â
Quickly unlocking the latch upon those double doors, itâs dark enough in the corridors that youâre slipping past the personal guards stationed outside your chamber. And crowded enough that you could slot into the chaos unnoticed.
Attendants. Advisors. Knights.
Hybrids of all different types and varying degrees of urgency - from urgent to being nearly in tears - were trampling like a herd in the same direction down the corridor.Â
Youâre keeping your head down low as you fit into a sparse gap of space and let yourself be led to wherever it was they needed to be. Forwards. Down a hallway. Forwards. Forwards.Â
Ultimately, youâre not travelling too far before heading down a high-ceiling hallwayâthe pathway leading up to a private chamber. And by the sheer luxury of this wing - and the constantly incremental paintings of the Gojo family - youâre guessing that this must be where the Hybrid King slept.
Something stirs at the pit of your stomach- did something happen to�
No, you couldnât let yourself think that.
Shaking your head free from such thoughts, youâre managing to squeeze past attendants and staff that stuffed every nook and alcove here like sardines. Everyone was fervid to get inside, and even more desperate to get out before too longâ
ThenâŠthe slightest crack in the door.
Breath catching in your chest, you shoot your arm out to catch it before it closes. Warm light filters from inside, and even warmer air follows it - fighting against whatever hybrid attendant was attempting to close it, youâre managing to wrench it open far enough to push yourself within.Â
Just as youâre thrust inside, you turn around and catch Utahimeâs gaze- also pressed against one wall of the corridor.Â
Her eyes widen as she realizes just who it isâand her mouth shouts out a silent âno-âÂ
Those double doors slam! shut.
Itâs a royal bedroom just as large as yours.
And you could go on describing all the polished pieces of furniture, and the draped blue curtains, and the chandeliers, and the books. One of the walls in his bedroom was covered in a painting, just as the wall in your room had been - though youâre not too focused on it right now. A carpet spread from underneath the king-sized bed and nearly to every corner of the roomâit was a stone-cold white, stitched intricately in the Gojo family emblem. But that was exactly what caught your eye.
Not the carpet, no- the bed.
Not exactly the bed itself, but rather the heavy metal chains on either side of it. Like dungeon chains.
There were six rings - thick and composed of rusting iron, one being half the length of your body - fastened to both walls sandwiching the bed. Falling from them were chain-links, each one the size of your head and twice as heftyâsnaking like boa constrictors along the chamber floor, the foot of the bed, on top of the mattress.
Each one was shackled to the hands and feet of Gojo Satoru.
Panting. Flushed.
Feverish.
Surrounded by some guards, Shoko, and the rest of her healers who kept pressing cold cloths to his forehead, wiping him down furiously.Â
Bucking into the air with a husky groan- it makes the dungeon chains rattle as theyâre tugged on. Hard enough to make the metal creeeeeakâ!
You donât know what more to gape at - the fact that he was strong enough to fight against six of those massive chains and nearly win, or the fact that Gojo was underneath a thin cover andâŠnaked.
Something stirs between your legs.
And instantly-
Instantly, Gojo stills.
The healers take a startled step back, cold cloths suspended in their hands as they assess their silent King.Â
But Gojo doesnât mind them.
Heâs sitting up properly on the mattress, eyes widened and locked on- oh.
Locked on you.
It makes you jolt.
For there was a harrowed look in his gaze - as though heâd just stumbled across a carnage site, might perhaps be tempted into creating one. And Gojoâs pupils were the size of pinpricks, the sea of blue around them somewhat glowingâwere you going mad? Were they really glowing?
His beautiful face was expressionless and primal.
His head raises into the air and sniffs it-
And suddenly those pearly white teeth display in an animalistic growl.
One by one, the healers follow their monarchâs line of sight - and their lips part as they take you in. His human bride.
Shokoâs the first to take a step forwards, âYour Majest-â
âOut.â
A strange thrill runs through your body.
Itâs not that Gojoâs voice was particularly loud, nor was it particularly threateningâbut it makes every single hybrid inside the room bow.Â
Falling to their knees.Â
Theyâre nodding once.
And in the blink of an eye, the healers - and most of the guards - are jerking onto their feet and running out - barely even throwing you a glance. Those double doors crack open once more, and youâre realizing that the commotion outside had calmedâyou get the strange feeling that if you were to turn around, you would see that every other hybrid there was kneeling, as well.Â
You donât know how youâre so sure - but you know he isnât speaking to you.Â
In mere moments, itâs only Shoko and Higuruma that remain at Gojoâs bedside. They look at you in concern, and then each other- opening their mouths to say something whenâ
âOut.â
Gojoâs sole command is followed by gales of wind that clatter the windows open and send the two hybrids toppling. Theyâre collapsing to the ground from the sheer force - ultimately being pushed up until the tips of your feet.
Their King neednât say a word more for them to stumble onto their feet and make a break for it.
The doors close thunderously, though not nearly as loud as your racing heart.
The wind dies down as theyâre leaving you alone with Gojo, and youâre wondering whether he even realized. Not a single waft of the gales had touched you somehow.Â
You swallow.
Itâs just you and him now.
Him and you.
And youâre not understanding where it came from, but youâre overwhelmed by the sudden feeling to walk over to him-
As soon as the thought manifests in your chest, you blinkâ
And Gojo Satoruâs standing right in front of you.
Towering figure. Heated pants.
Your dagger falls to the floor.
He was flushed as though burning from the inside out.Â
You swear that heâs even larger than you remember himâand you do remember him being large in the first place. But Gojoâs size right now was nearly inhuman - he stood about a foot taller than before; and the tips of his fingers had elongated with predator-like claws, the canines of his teeth had grown even sharper.Â
His fluffy patterned tail swishes agitatedly from side-to-side.
Nostrils flared as he drinks in your air.
Envelopes in it.
Youâre hesitating before raising your eyes up to meet his- and a gasp catches in your chest at his contracted pupils. Like a snow leopard on the hunt.
He stares you down like his most delicious prey.Â
And it should make you run- it should. But your body takes a stuttered step closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off of his body in feverish waves.Â
Youâre keeping your gaze confined to the area of his face nâ his sculptured chest, words picked carefully. âSatoruâŠâ
âLeave.â But whatever was on the tip of your tongue washes away with his breathless tone- voice sibilant as though a prayer. âI need you toâfuck, I wish for you to-â
âI refuse.â And your response bewilders the both of you, âYouâve exhausted your requests of me. Are we not fulfilling the marriage contract?â
âWe will- we haveââ His blue eyes clench shut, as though he was holding himself back. Fists clenched firmly at his sides, they shake- âFuck, this was not the planned course for our first meeting. Know that you are free to leave if you so wish - leave the chamber, leave the palace, leave the kingdom-â
âI will not breach the conditions-â
âI rescind the conditions.âÂ
Shock pumps through your body, âPardon?â
âI wished to romance you, I wished to write to you- I wished to show you the beauty of my kingdom tonight butâŠthose gloves- you made meâŠâ He shakes his head, âWar shall not prevailâwe shall commence the peace negotiations without a moon spent together.â Heâs slicking back his dampened white hair, âO-on the terms of an unforeseen illness, you may leave-â
âWhat sickness?â You demand.
âRut.â
Oh.
Oh.
It was one of the preliminary lessons in your hybrid history classes: the rut. A period of intense pheromonal and sexual desire; during which the hybrid grapples with the physical, emotional, and pheromonal desire to mate. It was always a concept that intrigued you. For a hybrid, these ruts are best exhausted when spent with a partner, though unmated hybrids may choose to weather through the week independently.Â
The mating period ends once the hybrid bites into the scent gland of their partner.Â
Between hybrids.
So why were you feeling so feverish, as well?
Youâre unsteady on your feet- and Gojoâs hands shoot out, but then surge back to his sides as though he thought better than to touch you when he was in this state. âPlease-â
âI would like to spend the moon with you.â Youâre blurting out before you can stop yourself, drunk on the heady scent of winter pine in the roomâwas it growing stronger? You look at him squarely, âAs newly-weds do.â
His breath catches, âYou are not aware what you ask of me-â Though his tail wraps around your ankle.
âI am.â
âYou are not aware what you ask of yourself.â
âI am.â Insisting.Â
Something deep inside you. Something deep inside you. Something deep inside you.
Fingers reaching up to the tie of your nightgown- before getting stopped instantly by Gojoâs hand. He pulls back with a hiss as though you burnedâthe pine fragrance grows even stronger inside the chamber.Â
His voice cracks as he looks at you, âYouâŠâ Eyes blowing out ferally, âYou humans are not built to handle a hybrid in rut. I shall easily ruin you-â
âThen so be it.â Your cunt twitches.
And Gojo sniffs the air as though he could smell it.
He moans.
And in a split-second youâre being tackled to the ground- pounced upon. As though you really were nothing but a pretty prey beneath his fingertips, Gojo spreads your back flatly against the carpeted groundâtoo far gone right now to even start thinking of the bed.
Hands caging either side of your head. Hot breaths wafting your features like a furnace.
He slots his toned, naked hips between your bent legs and ruts-
âFuck.â
Before letting out the most erotic sound youâve ever heard in your life - his spit-slicked lips fall open with it and stay open as he keeps pushinâ his trembling hips into yours. Glazed eyes clenching shut. Perspired head falling behind him.Â
Again and again.
Youâre feeling his thickened, throbbing erection press against your pussy through your thin nightgown. Openinâ up the crevice of your folds and massaging all along your outer cunt - because of how closely he was collapsed on top of you, you couldnât make out just what his cock looked like. But you could feel the heat, you could feel the pulsing of his prominent veins that glissaded down the damp patch of your entrance and made you squealâ
âY-Your Majesty-â You buck.
And heâs fucking pinning you down with his capped knees upon your legs. His bodyweight leaning on you. âSatoru.â He whispers breathlessly, eyes wide and somewhat dazed still.Â
âPardon?â
The hybrid reaches his hand across your body, âMy mate shall call me Satoru.â
Mate�
The fingers on his dominant hand snake down your front and grab a fistful of that satin nightgown you were wearing- before his claws extract and heâs teeeeearing straight through it. Ripping it into nothing but shreds that heâs throwing blindly over his shoulder.Â
Soon enough, youâre left in nothing but the scraps of what had once been a decadent robe. And the coating of lust across your body.
The evidence was undeniable - even in the yolky yellow fireplace lighting up the bedroom, there was a lecherous glisten between your legs. Naked. Pulsing.Â
A pretty gloss that makes Gojo take just one wide-eyed look- and gulp.
You think you can audibly hear the effect merely seeing your dampened cunt has on him, and it sends a thrill up your spine. The bed chambers only seem to be spiking in temperature.
A bead of glitterinâ slick drops from your tight hole, making you shiver as it falls vertically between your pussylips- only to be stopped by a single chaste kiss of Gojoâs swollen cockhead. He grasps his base using his right hand, motioning that plump, puckered tip to point around the orifice of your cunt.
Heâs probing the reddened top of his shaft against your hole and letting it stretch just a lilâ bit- âFuck.â You think that it should be you spewing out the profanities - but itâs Gojo instead. He growls. His blue peripherals roll to the back of his skull as he feels you clench around nothing. âFuh-fuuuuck.â
âShitââ
He dots at the pearly bead of slick.
He swirls it around your entrance.
He uses it to lacquer his already-glistening cock before reeling his hips back and pushing in-
Youâre gasping, hands coming up to dig your nails into his broad back. âSa-Satoru-â
And his jaw practically unhinges at the hot, heavenly feeling. âOh heavensâŠâ Muttering something primal at the back of his throatââO-oh heavens.â Heâs feeling the first few centimeters of his throbbing cock get suctioned in, before thereâs a sudden tightness of resistance that makes jerk his hips back and push once more- âOh my Queenââ
âSatoruâŠâ Just about the only thing that you can say, like a frenzied mantra. Eyes shuttering, âShit, I think you must know-â
The knobbly edge of his thumb veers between your pussylips, stretchinâ them apart and taking a good look in-between. He pumps even harder - âMy Queenâplease take it.â
Mewling.
Heâs tugging those dampened lips even further apart, âPlease fit in.â Only growing more and more desperate the longer your cunt refuses to gobble him up whole, âPlease- please fit inââ
âSatoru- fuck.â
Fingertips trembling where they were glued to the side of your pussy, stretching your entrance. Thwack after thwack. âPlease take- me-â
âYou must-â And he was now hammerinâ his hips into you in short, rapid semi-thrusts just to see himself swallowed up. So tight that it felt nearly impossible. So tight that a single drop of crimson escapes you, â-know that-â
âMy Queen-â
â-this is my first time.â
Thereâs a ragged exhale that gusts across your features, making your eyes fall shut at just how scalding hot it was feeling - molten inside. Every bit of his skin in contact with yours felt as though he was burning upââOh.â That pretty, spit-glossed mouth of his falls - he ruts once more. âOh.â
Your toes curl at the swabbinâ intrusion - Gojo was just so big that it was hard for you to take him. Bigger than any normal human.
And youâre feeling it even more once heâs pulling out.
With the most lecherous squelch! his erection plops out of your geysering orifice and ends up laid between your shivering thighs.Â
âI seeâŠâ Gojo hoarsely mutters, eyes entrenched in a staring competition with your pussy. âMine, too.â
âPardon?â You lean up onto your elbows instantly.
âI believe I saidââ He trails off, âMine, too.â
A thousand and one questions are whirling through your mind - everything from why Gojo hadnât partaken in a mating period prior to this, to why heâd chosen youâ
And then youâre blinking.
And suddenly youâre finding yourself sprawled out across his king-sized bed.
Head laid gently against the numerous luxurious pillows, your legs spread apart as though youâd never moved from the floor. Youâre faced with the slight inertia of the entire room shifting so suddenly- and it takes you longer than it shouldâve to realize that heâd just teleported the two of you once more.
Youâre clamoring up to rest upon your elbows, and staring down at the hybrid thatâd slotted between your legs now.
His soft strands tickle your body. Gojoâs already shifted until his face was level with your navel - his hot breath wafting across your skin. It sends goosebumps skittering across your middle nâ all the way down to your cuntâ
Something that heâs leaning in and sniffing.
Breathing in.Â
And then Gojo trundles out a low, animalistic growl.
You feel your hips bucking up in response and youâre not quite sure as to why-
But you donât have the time to ponder upon it for too long before Gojo dips the tip of his looooong, luscious tongue between your pussyâs slit.Â
Heâs sticking just the very edge of his tastebuds fitting between your folds and slide-slide-sliiiiiding down that dampened crevice. Up and down. Slipping between the two and slurping away the dewy droplets of sap that cling onto your cunt-
Gojo halts as the first taste of your pussy trickles into his mouth.
And then heâs gasping his parched lips open- already sounding as though heâs run a fucking field. âSo this-â Letting those deep vibrations of his voice scatter right between where you were most sensitive, â-this is what my mate tastes like.â
There it was againâmate.Â
Your body thrums, taking a strange pleasure in being titled that by the hybrid.Â
âWh-what do you mean by mâoh.â Moan turning into a yelp as his fluffy rosette-decorated tail - one you hadnât even realized was snaking ever-closer to your body - wraps around your right thigh and wrenches you closer to his hungry body. You stare into his eyes- starving.
Plastering his lips against your other ones as though he was fucking famished- Gojoâs nose digs between the wet slit of your core. Delving in-between. âMy mate.â The only thing he can manage to utter. The pointed tip pushes on the nub of your clit as though a button, grindinâ away deftly as heâs making out. âMy mate, my mate, my mateââ
âSatoruââ Youâre crying out, âI-Iâve never done this beforeâŠis it supposed to feel this good?â
âHmmmâŠâ Heâs clearly leering against your sensitive parts- and you can feel it. The hardness of his pearly whites tracinâ all over your entrance - âI havenât partaken in such activities either, is this kitty supposed to taste this sweet?â
You gasp. âYou canât just utter such obscenities-â
To which he pays no attention before rubbinâ his flushed cheek along the inner parts of your thighsâGojo leans in takes a gooooood whiff of where your pheromones were most saturated. Eyes falling shut as he indulges himself in it, and once heâs opening them back up you swear those pupils of his have transformed into hearts. âIs this kitty supposed to smell this sweet?â
Youâre simply bucking in shock at that.
Elongated claws tapping warningly against where heâs holding the right side of your waist, âSettle, my mate.â
And he can smell it- the way your cunt grows even more aroused, even sweeter, at being given this command. Paired up perfectly with your pet name.
Thatâs when he decides that heâs had enough of lappinâ away at the numerous layers of slick that polished your cunt - heâs had enough.
He wasnât some little kitty.
Gojo Satoru was a big cat, and that meant he has a big tongue.
Big enough to drown himself completely nâ utterly silly in the sweetened juices leaking out of you. In a mere few moments, heâs licked you completely dry. And heâs spreadinâ away the inside of your rim, scouring his tongue inside for more, more, moreâ
Long, thorough slashes inside your cunt.
âSh-shitââ Youâre babbling away stupidly, back arching off of the mattress. Ending up dragginâ your pussy even further against Gojoâs mouth - knocking against his nose and making him take your restless body on happily. âShit, your tongue-â Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, â-itâs sho bigââ
âAll the better to taste you, dear.â Itâs a wonder that Gojo could detach himself from your pussy even for those brief seconds to answer.
Thrusting right between those swollen pussylips of yours- right into that quivering hole. He swirls his thickened muscle around a few times, âAnd y-youâre soâŠâ You could feel the texture of his uniform, ridged tastebuds molding to the sides of your walls. â-fuck, your tastebuds are so pointed.â
âAll the better to feel you, dear.â But of course, if you were in any better state of mind then perhaps you wouldâve remembered that snow leopards in particular possessed tongues with specialized tastebuds. Longer. Sharper.
Yet right now, the only thing youâre thinking of is just how good it feels to have Gojo Satoru fuck you with said tongue.
He was just so looooooong and thick. He stuffs you to the brim already.
Spreading and stretchinâ his tongue against your walls- as far inside as it could possibly go. Quite audibly, you swear you can hear the sounds of his wet muscle expanding against that snug channel. âA-and, SatoruâŠâ To him, your mewls sound like the prettiest song heâs ever heard. â-youâre so ravenous.â
He chuckles out something feral - something octaves higher than his usual baritone - against the front of your pussy. Pulling away from it with a wet smack! âAll the better toâŠâ And you know the strangely predatory tone of his voice shanât bode well for you. And you know the way he fucking purrsâyes, purrs as he nears your pussy once more shanât bode well for you. â-eat you, my dear.â
And then Gojoâs slamming every inch of his tongue back inside you - every fucking inch.
Except, this timeâŠthereâs a clear motivation tinglinâ at the honed tip of muscle. You could practically taste it in the soft sizzling wads of spittle that kept on leaking out of you.Â
Gojo was tonguing at your pussy like a maddened man- letting his nose crush against your clit, letting his canines nip slightly on your bloated folds. He plasters your cunt against his chin, head angled juuuuuust the exact number of degrees itâd take for him to propel his tongue forwards and hit a particular spot inside you.
Your feet anchor onto the luxurious mattress. Your back forms the perfect curvature against the bed.
Youâre letting your moans pour out of you twofold as you throw your head back nâ forcefully wrench your hips forward. âThereââ Registering, it takes a second for your mind to catch up to the fact that Gojoâs lengthy hybrid tongue has just rammed into your g-spot - with just his tastebuds. âY-you hit myâŠI didnât know that was evenâoh, Toru.â
âMy Queen.â Hoarse. Hissing. His tone was completely fucked as he uses his powerful tail to tug you even further against his slackened mouth, âMy mate.â
âToru, that feels too-â
âLet this kitty cream on my mouth.â Even his high cheekbones burn a faint crimson at the declaration, though he doesnât deny nor retract it. âLet this, kittyââ Come to think of itâŠthe snow leopard hybrid was purring as heâs makinâ out between your legs. â-let this kitty cumâŠâ
âGonnaââ Your voice starts hatching at the back of your throat, âG-gonna cum-â
Spurred on by your affirmations, those slashes at your g-spot grow even faster. More frequent.
Deeper.
Thereâs a tingly buzz coating your outer pussy at the rapid movements of his tastebuds- back nâ forth, back nâ forth, back nâ forth. And youâre feeling your pleasure start to ember even more powerfully as he keeps on planting constant hits and thrashes.
Tugs and pushes.
Hit after hiiiiiiit upon your poor g-spot.
Soon enough, your vision starts to overload with sultry white stars of bliss. And Gojo smells the cloying pheromones on you before you even register it- but youâre cumming.
All over his tongue.
Itâs a wave of euphoria that starts from the tips of your toes and explodes where his tongue was digginâ between your pussylips- before ultimately shooting through every valve, blood vessel, and capillary within you. Taking over you.
Toes curling. Tears shooting up to your eyes.
This might just have been even better than those long, lonely nights beneath your royal covers - when youâd slip in a finger or two and fervently hope that your attendants didnât need you for anything.
Youâre letting out the prettiest few echoes of his name- and you donât even care who hears you right about now. Because the one person that commanded them all - this entire land - had his head between your legs and his tongue lappinâ away hungrily.
As though he hasnât had a proper meal in monthsâyouâre suddenly remembering with a jolt that heâd missed dinner tonight.
Gojo manages to probe your most sensitive spot during peak after peak.
Rush upon rush of dopamine flooding your body- he was sure to drag his textured tastebuds along your most precious caverns when those times came. And perhaps if your mind was any less muddled, heâd be able to tell you that heâs timing them perfectly using the spikes of your heady pheromones whenever you felt too good - but he was happy to merely listen to your babble right now. To fuck you stupid with his mouth.
He was tugging aside your pussylips and scraping every inch of your walls as though he wanted his entire nation to hear youââMine.â The pointed tip of his tongue tickles your g-spot, âMy mate-â
Those mere few droplets of slick you were letting out wasnât enough for Gojo, and heâs using the unyielding restraint he had on your ankle to keep on gyrating your hips. Manhandling your hips. Grinding your wet pussy against his mouth.
His maw slurpinâ every orifice-
Spreading aside your velvety walls as though he wished to go even deeper. And heâs reaching up his right hand to push aside those swollen lips of yours andâ
âSh-shiiiiitââ Youâre just barely surfacing from your last orgasm when you feel something cold nâ clammy sliding down your swollen pussylips.Â
Claws retracted. The knobbly tips of Gojoâs fingers spread you openâand youâre just starting to wonder which set of hands this isâŠwhen you feel the frigidness of his fucking wedding ring probe inwards. It was a band of pure silver far colder than even his own hands- contrasting thoroughly against the heat of your pussy.
Youâre whining as though youâre wounded (though it was the complete opposite of feeling as such) as the ice-cold sensation of it circles your sensitive hole a few times.
Gojo teases your entrance before heâs properly sinking in. Taking his timeânot at all.
Did you really think that a hybrid in heat took his time? Did you really think that a hybrid in heat didnât have the patience to merely take his ready mate?
And that was exactly what the King was doing with his perfectly prolonged digits - already having stretched out your cunt enough that he doesnât have to hesitate before plunging in two fingers into your wet cavern. âWait- youâre still not done?â
His long lashes flutter, âWould you like me to be, Your Majesty?â
âN-not exactly, itâs justâŠâ And you almost feel shy admitting this to him - even though youâve already comeâŠso far, there were still some etiquette lessons drilled into you. â-I thought Iâd be getting Your Majestyâs cock by now.â
And that makes him stall.
That makes his doughy fingertips lurch up and hit the roof of your cuntâaccidentally locating your g-spot with just a bit of swerving.
âOh.â Gojoâs jaw drops a bit- and those dimples make an appearance once more. âWorry not, my Queen.â
Thereâs the most long, lecherous sluuuuuurp! as he then pulls his fingers out.
âA beautiful creature such as yourself shanât be fucked like any other lowly human.â The hybrid leers up at you with a half-lidded gaze, and those fingers of his twitch excitedly at your entrance. He murmurs thickly, âIâm going to breed you.âÂ
Slam!Â
And thatâs all it takes for his fingers to stuff you in every nook nâ cranny.Â
Those mountainous knuckles of his start up like a battering ram between your legs, and no matter how much youâre squirming at the overstimulation- you can bet on Gojoâs tail to hold you in place. Stronger than it looked with its unassuming demeanor.Â
Every time youâre being lurched backwards by the sheer force of his fervid thrusts, the King drags you back down using his appendage.
Leaving you not an ounce of mercy as heâs swabbinâ his rounded fingertips into your g-spotâso long that heâd be able to tease that particular bundle and then glide down to swat your cervix.Â
Your eyes bulge at the feeling of his intrusion, back arching. âO-oh my godââÂ
âSatoru, you mean.â
âSatoâpardon?â Tears layering over your peripherals, your visionâs starting to become hazy nonetheless. And a shiver runs down your spine as youâre watching his handsome face lean closer to your dripping wet core once more.
All the excitement of Gojo hookinâ his fingers in nâ ruining you from the inside meant that your slick was overflowing. Excess that he leans down to lap his tongue over as though the sweetest nectar- and maybe it really was.
Gojoâs flattened tongue starts rolling the most lewd kitty licks over your throbbing clitâholding eye contact with you all the while. âMy mate.â
âSatoru-â You yelp.
âMy mateââ The constant rhythmic slamming against your g-spot was starting to make your g-spot feel tender. Perhaps it has even started bruising - perhaps you were hurtling into your second orgasm faster than you mightâve thought.Â
And itâs with his upper half bowed over your pussy - with his canines gnawinâ away on your clit - that Gojo pushes you into cumming. Again.
He makes yet another zap of euphoria take over your body- so lightheaded now that it felt as though you could keel over at the softest breeze. Your thighs tremble. Your legs fight to wrap around his head.
And Gojoâs taking such utter pleasure in stopping your squirming hips from moving- from smoochinâ and smoochinâ the slender tips of his fingers against your sweetest spots.
âHafta make my- ngh, mate feel good.â Heâs whispering, almost to himself. Gojo runs the plumpness of his fingertips aaaaaaall across your insides, quirking them perfectly when he has to run you through a peak of your high. âHafta-â
âCummingââ Too late, youâre bellowing out. âIâm c-cumming, Toru.â
âI know.â He responds simply. âThis kitty told me.â
And you swear thatâs enough to push you straight over another edge - another high. Sparks of friction breaking out across your skin. As Gojo stimulated your clit nâ your deepest innards to elongate this current one, and past that into another one, and another one, and another-
âCumâfucking cum, kitty kitty.â He hums.Â
Four- yes, four of his fingers pushing aside your slick-glazed walls now.Â
By the time youâre letting the waves of pleasure wash over you, youâre completely and utterly spent. Exhausted. Unable to do anything but lay yourself spread-eagle on the duvet, youâre raising your head weakly to look down at Gojo.
He pulls off of your clit with a lecherous pop!Â
A few thin strings of spittle still connect you to his mouth, âBrace yourself, my mate.â
âBraceâŠ?â And as he straightens from his position at your feet - from his position worshipping your pussy at your feet - youâre letting your jaw drop. âOh.â
Because it was justified for him to ask you to brace yourself.
Hell, you might just not make it out alive if you didnât brace yourself.Â
Youâd already known that Gojo was considerably big from his time ruttinâ against you on the carpeted floor like some animal. But what you didnât know was just what he looked like exactly.Â
Large.
Lavished in veins.
It was expected that Gojo would be bigger than a human man - or, at least, what youâd assumed a human man would average based upon your sparse knowledge from anatomy books - but itâs just how much bigger than made your jaw drop. For he was comfortably around eight inches, perhaps even veering into nine.
Seeing the sheer girth of his base was enough to make your thighs squeeze together- squelch! Youâd underestimated just how wet youâd gotten.
Plump tip furiously swollen nâ agitated - the merest breeze was enough to make him dollop out a generous serving of his precum. It was flushed a shade of pink that matched the blush upon Gojoâs cheeks as he took in your staring.
Vermicular veins. Throbbing circumference.Â
And then there were his pretty balls - so full. Decorated along his v-line with a spattering of snow-white hair.
And you found yourself admitting that Gojo Satoru was strangelyâpretty.Â
All the way down to his cock.
You swallow, âS-so?â
âPardon? And so?â The King cocks his head in cute confusion.
His ancient bedframe then creeeeeaks as youâre lifting your hips up, âArenât you going to breed me like you promised, Your Majesty?â
He flinches as though heâs just been struck.
OhâŠhasnât anyone ever taught you not to poke the bear? Or in this case, the snow leopard? Nevermind that now, however, because it was far too late for it - given youâd found yourself married to one.Â
To the beast that bears his teeth carnally upon your provocation.
To the monster that slots his hips between your thoroughly jittery legs and gives your cunt a gooooood spankinâ with his ruddied tip.
To Gojo Satoru who runs his twitching tip down the forefront of your pussy a few times before heâs spreading apart your pussylips and push-push-puuuuushing. Sinking in his teeth into his lower lip as he sinks his cock into youâand immediately, tears spurt to his eyes.
Gojoâs barely easing an inch between your swollen folds before heâs fucking sobbing-
âIt- it feelsââ Heâs clawing out a few wretched moans from the back of his throat. âIt feels s-soââ
âSoâ?â Youâre attempting to coax out of him. This was his first time just as much as yours, and although you might not know much about hybrid mating rituals, one thing was for sure - Gojo was extra, extra sensitive tonight.
âSo gângh.â Choking those words straight back into his throat- heâs just barely managing to fit his plump, reddish tip in. It was throbbing against your walls and slippinâ inside with the help of your slick. âHow can it feel so good?â He hisses.
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, âPardon? Y-youâre asking me- hck! how?â
âHow.â As though no other explanation was needed. Gojoâs fucking into you in shallow, short thrustsâalmost nothing. Barely squeeze-squeeze-squeezing the first thickened segment of his shaft inside before heâs met with the resistance of your tight channel- and then heâs pulling back with a pained groan as if it killed him to detach himself from the glutinous embrace of your pussy.
And the more nâ more heâs feeling youâthe more heâs utterly breaking upon entering your warmth. âIs there magic that you use? I-is there a spell youâve put me under?â His grip on your waist trembles.
âNoâŠâ You whimper, âAnd for what reasonâŠâ
âFor i-it should not be possible for a kitty to feel soâŠâ He groans. Gojoâs eyes are fluttering shut once you give his throbbing girth a little clench, and when he opens them back up again youâre finding those sky-blue peripherals to have been covered with a few layers of tears. â-so delicious.â
âYou make it sound as though you wish to- ngh, feast upon me.â
âPerhaps.â
âPerhaps?â
The hybrid edges his perspired head closer to yours, letting the tips of his white bangs tickle your skin. âFor what else must newly-weds do on the night of their wedding?â
That silver wedding ring glints on his left hand - both due to the quality of the metal, and due to the fact that it was still covered in the remnants of your sweet juices.Â
Gojo notices this, too.
And without a single warning, heâs reaching his hand up and sucking off the glaze of slick. Looking you straight into your dilated pupils as he does so.
It sends a carnal throb down to your cunt that he sniffs in the air-
And then everythingâs happening at once.
Gojoâs jolting, Gojoâs grasping both of your pretty legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Hands upon either side of your limbs nâ wrangling them easily as he bends his upper half down looooowâkissing his sweaty forehead to yours.
The sudden change in positions makes you keen. âA-and youâre completely sure youâre inexperienced, Toru?â
âPromise, my mate.â He exhales into your mouth. âIâd never take another but you.â
And though the gesture had started off sweetâŠthe further his mazinâ tip scoured in, the sharper his canines grew against your poor wobbly lips. The stronger his body seemed to grow in response to pinning your needy hips down and shoooooooving rude cock inside-
âTake it.â Gojo snarls into the crook of your neck, âTake it.â
âPleaseââ Being pushed constantly up towards the mahogany headboard.
âTake- oh.â Absent-mindedly, he wraps his powerful tail around your left thigh once more. Stopping you from being jostled back and forth because of the sheer force of his rovering hips- hips that were just hungry to feel his mate warped around his entire, rock-hard cock.
And you wonder whether he even realized.
Because if you thought it was far-fetched to assume that Gojo Satoru was breaking on your pussy just from the ruined state of his voice, then youâd be sorely mistaken.
The longer heâs tunneling between your sodden pussylips, the more nâ more heâs less the composed gentleman youâd been married to at the altar. âTake it-â To be quite honest, youâd be comfortable stating that he was becoming more hybrid than human the longer he was in lecherous contact with the wet cavern of your cunt. âTake it, take it, take itâplease.â
Tears falling down his pretty cheeks.
The longer his thrusts became, the more hidden crevices inside you that he was opening up. Youâd been completely right to ogle Gojoâs massive cock- because right now it felt like he was splitting you in half.Â
In the best way.
âYou need to take it, sweetheartââ Gojo damn near whimpers, âYou n-need to take your mateâs cockâŠâ
He was straightening out the smallest crevices at your innards, he was digging his claws deeeeep against the sides of your thighs. Pulling you back after every thrust.
And itâs not long before Gojo finds himself completely bottoming out.
Letting his divot baaawl out a few ribbons of pre that slick towards your womb. Letting his bulbous, blushinâ tip thud! away at the very back of your cervix.Â
The silken bedsheets are bunching up where Gojoâs knees were scrambling to get even closer to the bottom of your pussy. Attempting to push his probinâ cockhead even deeper inside your sponge-covered depths, Gojoâs practically falling over himself to bend you in half.
To bend and to bend.
To thrust and to thrust-
The bed creaks in a cacophony that accurately represents just how heâs fucking you like heâs furious. Body burnished in heat. Hissing and snarling between his clenched fangs.
Those unfairly attractive hips of his were affected, too, because theyâre starting to stutter forwards as though heâs just found heaven inside of you. Reeling his hips aaaaaall the way back in reverse - until his rounded, reddened tip was the only thing holding your entrance open.Â
And then Gojo wastes no time before pounding himself inside all the way till the hilt.
The very hilt.Â
Youâre squirming at the patch of his white, white hair that scratches your pretty clit. âA-and about the breeding thingâŠâ
âHmmmm?â
âAre you really going to fuck me- ngh, pregnant, Toru?â
Awwwwwâhow cute. Those glowing azure eyes of his widen in amusement- or perhaps something else entirely that you werenât able to pinpoint. He leans in with a simpering smile, âFuck you pregnant? How crass.â
âN-nghââ Your head throws back at the feeling of his globular cockhead lining down your g-spot. He ends up rubbinâ over that particular bundle of nerves for a few seconds, before glissading a hit straight to your womb-
âIâm going to make you my mate, my Queen.â
âOh-â
âOfficially.â
Youâre unsure what exactly such an arrangement between hybrids would entailâbut all you know is that you want it. Badly.Â
A primal desire deep-rooted into your very being, one that you couldnât explain even if you tried - it was from the depths of your soul, pouring outward in every ribbony wire of slick that you were letting out. All for Gojo Satoru. Clinging onto Gojo Satoru.
Itâs coating his thickened cock in numerous layers that glisten underneath the pale lighting of a royal chamber, splatterinâ between your two bodies as his frenzied pace only accelerates. âSa-Satoruââ
âYes, Your Majesty?â
It always sent such a shocking thrill across your body to realize that he was the one referring to you like that - perhaps your most formidable foe yet.Â
And the massive bedframe creaks as youâre raising your hips up to meet his- the constant smack-smack-smacking of skin on relentless skin growing in pitch and volume. âI need it.â Looking at him through your tear-drenched lashes, âI need it s-so badlyââ
âWhat is it?â He breathes out in an almost desperate tone. Gojo presses his lips to yours and kisses you in a way that was so fucking filthyâheâs flickering his tongue in and out, fishing out the sweet wads of your saliva. Before leaning his head back a bit and spitting between your wobbling lips - claiming every spot inside you that he wanted to. âWhat is it that you wish for, my Queen?â
Before anything else, his right hand then snakes between your two sweaty bodies.
Familiarly locating your cute clit and giving a few niiiiice rolls between his index and his thumb.
âTell meââ He responds. He begs. âTell me what it is your heart desires-â His sentences and syllables being punctuated by a solid slam against the back of your pussy every time. âTell me, and I shall move mountains and heaven for you, my mate.â
And after such a declaration, a part of you almost feels embarrassed about the next words out of your mouthââI want you toâŠcum inside me, Toru.â
He jolts. âSweetheart, are you aware-â
âNot that.â Gojo answers - and the sudden leer that follows is something that makes your lips part. Something that was certainly not going to bode well for you or your poor pussyâŠâSweetheart, are you aware that-â
And before heâs finishing that particular sentence, Gojo reaches down and gently clasps your dominant hand in his own.
He tugs it down between his legs-
To where youâre feeling the smooth gliiiide down his erect shaftâdown every single curve, crevice, and vein. He was just so long that this made you squirm. Ultimately, youâre ending up with your fingertips pressed against the very start of Gojoâs hilt, where the carpet of his white hair was just ending.
And youâre wondering just what it is he was trying to oh-so-lecherously make you feel whenâŠ
When your palm pushes up against something so very thick and swollen at the base of Gojoâs cock. And youâre just gasping-
âA-are you aware of the effect you have on me, Your Majesty?â Gojoâs ragged tone permeates your hearing, punctuated by the constant thrashes nâ bucks of his hungry cock. Inside, inside, inside. âAre you aware that this is how you make me feel?â
He crushes your hand even further against that extra swollen portion of his erection, âAnd h-how exactlyâŠâ
He falters, âPardon?â
âHow exactly isâŠthis, Toru?â
âHow exactly?â Heâs hissing through his teeth, tone wavering unsteadily. He sounds ruined, he sounds shatteredâhe sounds gone. Thereâs almost a sense of amusement in his tone as though you were pulling on his leg - he bores deeeeply into your eyes whilst he fucks you. âHow exactlyâ?âÂ
âY-yeâoh.â
Slam!
At that very moment, heâs ramminâ his hips into yours so hard that the skin around his pelvis reddens. Stings.Â
And Gojo himself canât help but let his head fall backwards with a guttural hiss, those pretty white brows of his knottingââFuh-fuck.â Before starting to rut down in even sloppier pushes of his firmed-up cock.
Hard.
Fast.
Your ass cheeks were practically refusing to have contact with the bedspread below. Just bent that far.Â
The question heâd asked you earlier had been a rhetorical one - though that doesnât stop Gojo himself from pistoning into you as though he was attempting to fuck the answer out of you. As though he was hoping the globular edge of his shaft would reach your pretty brain, nâ swerve around a bit to ultimately activate whatever part of you there was thatâd understand.Â
To flick a switch on - something carnal.Â
Once youâve been pounded utterly stupid- Gojo presses down with his mazing cockhead until youâre filled up to the very hilt. And you can feel the swollen ring at his base start to relax against the front of your puckered pussylips, âWhat you need to know isâŠthis is a knot, sweetheart.â
âA knot?â Babbling through your tears.
âA knot.â Gojo affirms, âAnd do you know what hybrids do to their mates using their knots?â
Shaking your head.
âFirst, we claim our mates.â Heâs dragginâ his roughened thumb down between your sultry pussylips and rolling over your clit. If you were in any clearer a state of mind right now, perhaps youâd have noticed that he was spelling out his first fucking name on top of that swollen nub. âFirst, we fuck them until they canât speakâcanât moveâcanât do anything but beg for more.â
Youâre bucking upwards greedily, and in response heâs letting out a growl. âY-yes, and?â
âThen we let them cum a few cute timesââ Heâs giggling at the way your mouth drops in realization - he was doing the exact same thing to you.
Was technically, still doing the exact same thing to you with the way heâs stimulating every fibre of your being. âAnd then-â
âThen we get them in a cute- hah, mating press.â His fluffy tail swooshes around before looping around your left thigh and tightening, veering dangerously close to the in-betweens of your legs. As if he was sharing his most precious secret in the world with you, Gojo leans dooooown until his lips were at your ear- âThen we cum so much inside them that they canât even breathe without feelinâ me all inside your pretty kitty.â
Sobbing, âTh-thenâ?â
âThenâŠâ The Kingâs reeling his powerful hips backwards, all the way until heâs nearly pulled out. Only the better to fuck you withâŠâThen mâfucking you with my fat knot until you canât even think about letting my cum go to waste, my mate.â
âOhââ
And with one hand braced upon the right side of your head - the other furiously toying with your perked clit - Gojoâs striking your pussylips in constant thwacks! Thwack! after thwack!
Trying to get his knot to fit inside.
Gojoâs vein-covered cock massaging your walls in such a frenzy just feels so good- âO-oh my godâŠâ Youâre babbling out, âToru, mâgonna cum again.â
âGood.â
âToru, mâgonna cum nowââ
âGood.â
Those half-lidded blue eyes of his were locked on every expression you were making - even the tiniest shifts and twitches. His nostrils flare once youâre feeling your stomach give into the surges of pleasure shooting up from your cuntâand the hybrid seems to know before even you do when youâre crash-landing straight into your nth high of the night.
Youâve seriously lost count.
âC-cummingâŠâ You mewl out weakly- hands coming up to clasp onto his sweaty head. Pressing your lips against his as he fucks you through every zap of pleasure. âFeels so good- ngh, feels so goodââ
âIs that so?â He harkens, âIs that so, Your Majesty?â
âNever felt anything better-â
Eventually, your high rises and falls faster than it has before - solely due to the sheer number of times tonight. Itâs nothing but the splash of dopamine that engulfs your body and leaves it sizzling with pleasure moments afterwards.
Even the slightest rub-a-dub of Gojoâs veiny patterns leaves you gaping. Those aftershocks were so strong that it makes your eyes tear upââI need it.âÂ
Before long, Gojo feels you grab onto a handful of his perspired hair and haul him even closer. And he canât deny the way that makes his swollen tip twitch just a little harder inside you-
âI need you to c-cum inside meâŠâ Youâre pleading up at him, âNeed you to- ngh, mate me, Toru.â
âOhâŠâ After a few more sloppy strikes, heâs letting his tail drift up from your legs to your abdomen. Just where your spine ended, youâre feeling that powerful appendage of his push up on your body and arch your hips up a bit further. âThen brace yourself, my mate.â
And it takes only a single, slamminâ thrust for him to empty out his wads of cum.
Bucketload upon bucketload that heâd been waiting to pour into you for soooooo fucking long now. Thick. Treacly. Those constant ribbons of cum web your insides like a flood, splashinâ around and helping him reach your womb in no time.
Itâs just so hot and wet.
Itâs just bloating up those poor pussylips of yours- before the man himself eases down his pace to better end up pushinâ those wettened wads inside.
You could physically feel the flared ridge of his mushroom tipâspreading apart those gluey walls of yours and fucking his cum even deeper. Deeper. âFuck.â Clinging onto every nook nâ hidden cranny inside you as youâre getting utterly stuffedâstraight to the brim. Itâs already starting to froth outwards, âFuck-â
âSettle, my mate.â Gojoâs dragging you in with his fluffy white tail, ears flattened in pleasure. It takes a single tug for him to jerk you down- âShhhhhhh shhh shh, settle.â
âIâm- Iâm tryingââ
âWeâre not even halfway done yet.â
âPardon?â
Itâs the last thing youâre hearing before Gojo jerks his hips forward and fucks his knot past that first ring of your entrance - only about halfway through.
The Hybrid King has to use his hand upon your clit to stretch your pussylips apart- to ease your elastic hole to the side just a bit before heâs siiiiiiiinking his thickened base inside. It takes a few tries - a few animalistic bucks - for him to finally fit his knot between your legs with the loudest slurp. âGot itââ
Gojoâs hissing breath cascades down the front of your body, and his clammy head drops into the crook of your neck.
âG-got you.â
Before you know it, youâre feeling the sharp punctures of his canines against your swollen scent glands. Those sensitive bumps against the side of your neck - youâd noticed them growing more and more inflamed throughout the course of the night, and theyâre just so volatile as Gojo sinks his leopard-like fangs in.
You feel something deep inside you pop!
Your scent gland. Or whatever it was that humans had similarâŠ
And he holds you there like this - like a predator with his teeth dug into the throat of his prey - until both your waves of bliss have completed. Until heâs emptied his swollen balls inside of you, and heâs completely nâ utterly sucked dry by the wettened warmth of your pussy.
Youâre squirming at the feeling of his heaping puddles of ivory deep inside youââT-Toru.â
Gojo finally pulls off with a heated pwah! and stuffs his face into the crook of your neck. âYes, my mate?â
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Now you were officially his mate.Â
His knot was pulsing deep inside you, softening ever-so-slightly as the moments pass.
Youâre running your hands through his perspired air, âI just wanted to knowâŠâ Wording your sentence carefully, your sentiments hidden. âWhy m-â
âWho else would it be but you?â Heâs interrupting you instantly. Immediately, Gojo pulls away and peers at you with his widened eyesââForgive me, Your Majesty, but in this life and every otherâŠâ He grasps your hand and presses his pinkish lips to the back of it, â-this lowly hybrid has always been fated to be yours.â
âEvery other?â You ask with bated breath.
âEvery other.â He affirms. âIn every life, we were meant to find one anotherâŠâ And he looked almost shy admitting such a thingââWe hybridsâŠwe can feel it. Though for you humans, it may not be so strong.â
âOh.â Your mouth drops softly.
âBut even if we werenâtâŠâ Gojo finally tears his eyes off of you- as though it pained him to not have you before his gaze for even a mere moment. ââI would have found you if it tore down the Earth.â
And then youâre turning with him.
Following his line of sight.
Right to the wall of his bedroom that youâd noticed had been painted before- but never noticed exactly with what upon itâ
It was a painting of you.
More specifically, of a landscape from what youâd assumed to be this very bedroom: the sprawling valleys and fields that led up to your kingdom. The thorn barrier that separated him from you. Though no barrier could ever possibly hide the spiral of your wing, the blinking light that youâd put out every night - hoping, just hoping that someone would see it and answer.
How had you not noticed this before?
Perhaps, in your own way, youâd been searching for him, too.
âI would like to stay, Satoru.â You breathe, as if a secret. âI would like to stay- and I would also like for you to love my kingdom just as much as I shall love yours.â
âThen it shall be done.â He presses his forehead to yours, âRevenge has never been my strong suit.â
Unbeknownst to yourself, youâve teared up- and Gojo reaches down to gently wipe those hot tears away. He murmurs deeply, âMy mateâŠâ
âYes, my husband?â
âWeâre going to rule the world.â
Youâre learning two more things about hybrids in the succeeding hour.Â
The first being that they really did have a particular talent for the arts - Gojo especially, considering that heâd been the one to paint most of the artworks in the palace. Including this one.
The second being that ruts last for a week.
A/N. HYBRIDS AND ROYALTY AUS MY TWO FAV THINGS-
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