mdni 🔞 figured i'd bring this out of jail but i don't feel like writing a coherent fic so here's some thoughts. thanks lindsay for the inspo ✌️
you try flavored condoms with zayne. it's his idea. sex safety is a big thing with him, so when you seem excited at the idea of blowing him using flavored condoms, he's thrilled!
things still start slow. gentle kisses and touches turn desperate and heated. clothes get thrown off, leaving a trail to the bedroom.
you lay him back against the pillows, showering his body with kisses as you work your way down to his dick, already plotting.
he special ordered a variety pack. each one is a different flavor! so much to choose from. you take your time rolling one on, working his cock with your hand before putting your mouth to work.
it does taste pretty good, actually. if he ever lets you use them again after this stunt, you'd be happy.
the first time he cums, you take the condom off, tossing it in a trash bin next to the bed.
and then you roll the next one on, and it all starts over again.
when you toss the filled second condom away and grab a third, his blissed out look begins to waver.
"aren't you done? surely you're tired, let me-"
you roll this one on with your lips, and he shuts up.
his breathing becomes more and more shallow this time, quiet gasps getting dangerously close to full on whimpers.
by the fourth blow job, there's nothing "close" about it, he's full on whimpering and trembling, gasping out when you tug the condom off and toss it away.
his bare chest is heaving with every breath and sweat is dripping down his brow. his hands sometimes reach up to pull at your hair, but he's long since lost his strength, and they always quickly fall limp to his sides.
you lose track of what number you're on. you'll count the condoms in the trash bin later. the most recent one didn't even have anything in it. his cock had nothing else to give.
a strangled whimper leaves his lips when you roll another condom on his overstimulated cock.
"i have to taste them all to see which ones work, zayne," you coo, running a single finger up and down his shaft. "you can handle one more, right?"
if he had an answer, he loses it to a devastated moan as you swallow his cock down in one go.
by the end, he's shaking and crying and panting your name, and you know your favorite flavor for next time.
(because, despite what he says, there will be a next time.)
I know Sapphic Week is over and I don't know if you are writing more LnDS? But if you will and would take a request I would love to see Fem!Valko!
i'm so sorry i didn't see this sooner 😭 i am hoping to continue writing lads if they bring valko back, but i would LOVE to write fem!valko so even if inflop fails us, i will write this. it probably won't be until august because i'm trying to keep focused on artfight, but this will definitely get written 🤭
Prompt: Leather Day (Chaps, vest, and motorcycle boots - bondage; dominance and submission; caning, punching, spanking; What’s your LI or MC’s dynamic? How do they practice consent and aftercare?)
Additional Prompt: Aftercare
Summary: At the end of Darkbound Souls, you break your agreement with Sylus by using your hunter's watch to talk to Simone. There are... consequences. (ao3)
Notes: back for day 2 i guess! still not sure how i feel LOL, fem!Sylus x fem!MC!Reader, spanking, i feel like that inherently comes with some degradation + embarrassment, uh light dom/sub probably?, safeword use (to pause, then they adjust and continue), fingering, aftercare, 3.7k words
"Ahem."
You froze, looking up from your hunter's watch, where the name "Simone" flashed in the warm sunlight. The cheers from the crowd around you came flooding back into your senses. The horse race must be about to start.
Standing before you was Sylus, her tall frame blocking out the sun. Her long white hair hung over one shoulder, contrasting with her black button-down. Sunglasses hid her red eyes, but you could still clearly see her raised eyebrow and unamused expression. The sight was comical, her serious face combined with the large bag of popcorn in her hands, but your heart still leapt in your throat in response to being caught.
"Welcome back!" you practically squeaked, your eyes widening as Sylus leaned down with one hand and ended the call on your watch, deftly removing it from your wrist and tucking it into her pocket.
"Maybe the sun's heat is getting to you, sweetie," she said.
Sylus handed you the popcorn you'd requested and sat down on the couch of your private viewing booth. She crossed her legs and draped one arm across the back of the couch, her hand grazing your shoulder.
"I distinctly remember you agreeing that when you're with me, you're not to touch that watch. We had a deal."
You winced when you remembered your disastrous deal with her, and the result after you lost several races in a row. Her fingers closed around your shoulder and she pulled you close. The arena's announcer came over the loudspeakers, declaring that the race was starting in a few minutes, but you couldn't focus on his words.
You pressed up against Sylus's side, taking in her expression when she tilted her head down and looked at you over the top of her sunglasses.
"You should know to keep your word, Miss Hunter."
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The rest of the afternoon passed suspiciously without incident. Sylus didn't bring up your disobedience and you certainly weren't going to. After the horse race, the two of you stopped by Sylus's estate and changed into bike-safe attire before tearing away on Sylus's motorcycle for a ride around the outskirts of Valerio.
You'd shouted out in glee as she wove through back streets. Her face was covered by her helmet, like yours, but you could feel her torso shift under your hands when she laughed at your reactions. Nuzzling your head into her back, you completely forgot about your slip-up that afternoon.
Until you got back to the estate.
Sylus kicked down the stand of the bike in the garage after you hopped off and took a few steps to admire the view in front of her. You loved her biking outfit- black and gray leather, the sleeves of her jacket decorated with prints of thorny vines. The attire contrasted wonderfully with her light hair that came tumbling free when she tugged her helmet free and set it on a hook next to your helmet and your discarded leather jacket.
"That was a great ride!" you noted, holding your arms out and stretching your back. "Valerio's not too bad when you're not getting hunted down."
"It certainly has its perks," Sylus agreed.
The heels of her biker boots clicked against the floor as she approached, snaking her arms around your waist and pulling you close. She placed a kiss to the top of your head.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, running her hands up and down your arms. You shivered at the feeling of her fingerless leather gloves.
"Good," you replied carefully, unsure where she was going but eager to find out judging from the tone of her voice. "My arm is still fine, and I'm not tired, if that's what you mean."
"That's good to hear," Sylus hummed. Her hands slid down to your wrists, wrapping around them and gently tugging you out of the garage and into the house. "Come on, then."
You raised an eyebrow, confused, but let yourself be pulled along. Excitement was already starting to make your body buzz. Whatever she was up to, she clearly had some kind of plan.
Sylus led you into the main living area and over to the largest couch. She sat down in the middle and guided you to stand in front of her, between her spread legs. One of her feet tapped, the sound of her boot hitting the hardwood floor echoing through the room. Your smile was steadily growing more uncertain.
"So, do you remember earlier?" Sylus asked steadily, snapping your from your thoughts.
"Um- the bike ride?" you asked, unsure what she was hinting at, but it was definitely something. You could see something stirring in her eyes. She may be the one sitting and looking up at you, but you felt like her gaze was picking you apart.
"Before that."
"The... the race."
Your face paled a bit when you recalled your actions before the race, taking the call with Simone, thinking you could wrap it up before Sylus returned but getting too invested in the conversation to notice you'd spent too long on the watch and were going to get caught.
Sylus raised an eyebrow, and you gulped.
"The watch," you corrected, and she nodded.
"The watch," she echoed. "And we'd made a deal, didn't we?"
Your stomach swooped low. You let out a shaky breath and nodded.
Immediately, Sylus's arms swooped under you, one at your back and one at the back of your thighs. You shrieked in surprise as you were swept up and off your feet and set down on the plush couch over Sylus's lap.
"What- hng!" you were cut short by Sylus's hands on your ass, tugging your waist so your ass was properly draped over her leather-clad thighs. "What're you doing?"
You already knew, and she knew that you knew. But she still played along, strumming her fingers on your ass like she was just tapping the top of a table.
"What's the point of a deal if there aren't consequences for breaking it?" Sylus pondered. She shrugged off her biker jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch.
You stayed silent, knowing it was rhetorical. Your face flushed deep red as you finished putting the pieces together, and your mind briefly flashed back to the hot springs, and the feeling of her hand on your ass when she'd carried you out of the water and laid you out on the altar-like table.
A shiver ran down your spine, and she noticed, because of course she did. Her fingers paused, and Sylus leaned forward, meeting your eyes when you turned to look over your shoulder.
"Color, kitten?" she asked gently, and that caring tone she had that you loved so much made you squeeze your thighs together.
"Green," you mumbled before turning back and pushing your face into the soft couch cushion, flooded with embarrassment at how excited you were for what was going to happen.
Sylus nodded and returned her focus to your ass, running her hands over the fabric of your pants like she was mapping the area out. (As if she didn't have every inch of you memorized already.)
"Do you know how long you were on the call for?" Sylus asked as she rubbed the skin. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. "Forty eight seconds. Forty eight is a bit much, but I think we can cut it in half and call it at twenty four, don't you?"
You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together again, very much aware of the warm feeling growing between them.
"Y-yes," you replied, answering out loud this time.
"Excellent. You did just have a long mission, so you don't need to count out loud."
That was all the warning you got before the first hit landed, causing you to tense up. It wasn't too hard, but it was still a solid smack, coming from a woman who was 6'2'' of mostly solid muscle.
One, you counted in your head, glad you didn't have to keep enough focus to count them out loud.
The next two landed one after another, changing location but still staying near the center of your ass. You gasped out quietly at each contact, your hands reaching out in front of you and grasping at the fabric of the couch.
"You look so pretty, draped across my lap," Sylus cooed, pausing and taking a moment to run her hands over your clothed ass. "We could be doing something else, if you'd followed our deal. I could be eating out that pretty pussy."
You couldn't help but moan at the thought, relaxing as your mind wandered. Sylus took advantage of your distraction. Smack! Smack!
You yelped and rocked forward, your body torn between wanting to run away and wanting to stay here all night. You kicked your feet a little, not enough to hit Sylus, but enough to shift around and try to dispel the sting.
Five, you thought dizzily.
Sylus paused again, leaning back and pulling off her gloves, resting them on top of her jacket. Then she reached forward, pushing the back of your shirt up and tugging at the buckle of your pants.
You let out an embarrassed whimper, feeling equal parts mortified and aroused as she tugged your pants over your ass and down to your knees, not caring enough to take your shoes off so she could pull the clothes off completely. Sylus hummed and ran a hand over your pinkening ass, her fingers toying with your lace-lined panties.
"Cute, sweetie," she noted, looking down at you in admiration. You kept your face buried in the couch cushion, mentally praying she didn't let her fingers stray down to your pussy. You knew she'd feel a wet spot in the thin fabric.
Sylus resumed her attacks on your ass, each hit progressively getting the slightest bit heavier as she began aiming for different spots now that she had better visibility and you had less protection. The first hit that landed just where your ass met your thighs- the ninth, if you were mentally counting right- you couldn't help yourself. One of your hands flew back to try to protect your ask.
Of course, Sylus didn't let that fly, wrenching your hand away and swatting you in the same place.
"Keep your hands away," she ordered, her voice low, and you could feel the wetness between your legs now at that. You nodded, taking a deep breath and bracing for the next hit.
But it didn't come- instead, Sylus's fingers found your waist again, ghosting along the lace-trimmed waistband of your panties. Your heart dropped and you groaned into the couch cushion, kicking your feet in frustration.
"Sylus!" you whined, glancing back and meeting her red eyes. She smirked and raised an eyebrow, as if begging you to go on, but you sighed in defeat and let your head flop back down.
That's what I thought, Sylus's expression read as she pulled your panties down to meet your pants. The second the fabric pulled away from your cunt, you let out a shaky moan. You could feel- and you knew Sylus could see- the line of slick connected to the fabric that broke when it got pulled too long, leaving a wet trail on the back of your thigh.
Sylus let out a mix between a sigh and groan, pausing and lightly ghosting her fingers over the backs of your thighs and then up to your pussy, not pushing in, just feeling around and spreading around the wetness.
"Someone's enjoying herself," Sylus teased. Your ears burned as she wiped her fingers off on the back of one of your thighs before her hand reared back and delivered two more spanks back-to-back.
"Ah!" you gasped, instinctively reaching back again even though you tried to fight the urge. Sylus frowned and pushed your hand away again.
"Watch it, kitten," she warned, and you squirmed in her lap, your heart starting to race in your ears. She rubbed your ass for a moment, feeling the skin heating up beneath her touch.
Smack!
You whimpered at the growing sting, but managed to keep still, and then-
Smack, smack!
The thirteenth and fourteenth spanks hit hard, and this time, both your hands flew back to your ass, even going so far as to push Sylus's hand away. Realizing what you'd done, you immediately yanked them back to rest in front of your head, but it was too late, and you could feel Sylus's thighs tense underneath you.
For a moment, there was silence, then Sylus's hands were off your ass. You heard a faint click and the sound of leather sliding through belt loops, and your stomach suddenly plummeted. You pushed yourself upward, twisting to face Sylus.
"Yellow!" you exclaimed, panic lacing your voice and causing Sylus to freeze. "Yellow! What are you doing?"
Sylus's demeanor shifted, her shoulders relaxing as she set her belt down on the couch next to your legs. Her hands gently found your waist, above the sensitive skin of your ass.
"I was going to see about using it to tie your wrists together," she explained, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. "That's all. I know not to hit you with that. I'm sorry I scared you."
You sighed and nodded, feeling embarrassed in a completely different way now. You let yourself flop back down onto the couch, shifting your legs back and forth to try to relieve some of the sting on your ass. Sylus hummed quietly (and a bit off-key, but you loved her all the more for it) and gently ran her hands over your skin.
"Sorry-" you began, but Sylus interrupted you immediately.
"Sweetie, you know you never need to apologize for that," she said gently, her tone steady but not scolding. "You could safeword because you wanted to check Moment and it would be fine."
At that, you couldn't help but huff out a laugh, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your head on them, looking back at her over your shoulder.
"I don't foresee that happening," you mumbled. "I know, I know. I just meant sorry, like, in a way that I don't want you to think I don't trust you not to follow my boundaries."
Sylus nodded, continuing to gently massage your skin.
"And I appreciate that," she acknowledged. "Thank you for communicating it with me."
You let your eyes drift shut, calming down from your scare and settling back into that fuzzy headspace, taking in the dual sensation of the ache on your ass and the arousal in your core.
"I'm okay to keep going, now, if you are," you finally said, opening your eyes and glancing back up at Sylus. She tilted her head, and your heart skipped a beat at the hungry look in her eyes.
"Are you sure? We can just be done," Sylus reminded.
But you shook your head quickly, grinding your hips down against her thighs to convey your message. Her eyebrows went up and she laughed, reaching down and trailing her fingers along your pussy. You shivered as she gathered up a considerable amount of wetness.
"I see. You've left a mess on my pants, kitten," she said teasingly. She reached her fingers up to her lips and slowly licked them clean. You couldn't help but moan at the sight, grinding down on her thighs again and relishing in the friction.
A tendril of black and red mist spread out from Sylus's other hand, tugging a pillow from the end of the couch over to you.
"I won't tie your hands back. Why don't you hold that to keep them still?" she suggested.
You nodded and grabbed the pillow, hugging it close to your chest but keeping your gaze on her. You wanted to see her movements and expressions for the rest of the punishment.
"You have ten left. Can you do it, kitten?" Sylus asked, her voice sickeningly sweet for asking something so vulgar. You nodded, but she shook her head. "Let me hear it, sweetie."
"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling as you made eye contact with her. "I'm green."
"Good girl," Sylus praised, turning back to look at your body splayed across her lap. You only had a split second to bask in the praise before her palm met your ass again with a loud crack!
You whimpered and tightened your grip on the pillow, watching as Sylus's lips ticked up as she massaged your burning skin.
Two more hard hits, right where your ass met your thighs, had you crying out now, your body frantically shifting between going limp over her and tensing up, unsure what it wanted. When you briefly relaxed, Sylus's hand swung down again, swatting right in the center of your ass.
"Ow," you moaned quietly, whimpering at the sting and the look in Sylus's eyes.
Your eyes trailed over her form, her lean arms hidden beneath her black riding shirt and her muscular thighs tensing against the leather of her pants. She was absolutely gorgeous, a stunning image of power.
SMACK!
The next hard spank sent your whole torso rocking forward, but you fought your instincts and stayed laid across her lap, letting out a hiss as the sting went straight your pussy. You felt wetness smearing across Sylus's thighs.
Sylus hummed and reached down again, tracing her fingers down your ass and onto your pussy, ghosting your clit. You tensed and your whole body straightened.
"Ah, Sylus-"
One, two, three spanks landed, and your ass felt like it was on fire. Your fingernails dug into the couch pillow you hugged, and a few small tears stung the corners of your eyes.
"Ow," you moaned, your legs trembling at the conflicting signals. You were soaked, and when Sylus reached down again and spread your ass cheeks, she saw your pussy clenching around nothing.
"So desperate for me," she noted, and her hand came down to smack your cunt. It was softer than the hits to your ass, but it still had you gasping and writhing over her lap.
"Sylus," you begged, pressing your face further into the cushion, not sure what you wanted, just that you wanted more of it. You hesitated for a moment, then one of your hands let go of the couch pillow. You reached back behind you, making a grabby motion until Sylus chuckled and took your hand with one of her own, entwining your fingers.
"One left, kitten," she assured, rubbing her other hand over your ass until you relaxed more in her hold (except for your hand, which remained tightly grasping hers).
You tried shifting your thighs around again, but her free hand lowered and pressed them down until they stilled.
SMACK!
The last hit, easily the hardest of the lot, had you letting out a choked cry and death-gripping Sylus's hand. Almost immediately, Sylus's free hand soothingly rubbed the red skin of your ass.
"Good girl, you're all done now," she soothed, petting your skin like a cat. "Such a pretty red ass, so cute across my lap."
You squirmed in your lap, slightly parting your legs.
"Sylus, please," you moaned, desperate to release your pent up arousal. "Please, need t'cum."
Sylus tilted her head, her hair sliding over her shoulder, and thought for a moment.
"Hm. I suppose since you were such a good girl," she said. "And it would be a shame if this mess on my pants was for nothing."
You breathed out a sigh of relief at her cooperation, gasping when she suddenly plunged two fingers into your soaked cunt, pumping them in and out. The obscene squelches echoed across the living room, joined quickly by your pants and gasps as you rocked your hips back into her fingers. You already felt so close- you were pretty sure that if she'd just kept spanking you a bit more, you could've cum from that alone.
"Sy," you gasped when she released your hand, her second hand snaking down between where you lay across her thighs to rub at your clit.
"So close already, that clearly wasn't much of a punishment," she said, her clam voice contrasting sharply with your desperate gasps and pleas. "Such a lovely mess you're making."
"Please, please, s'close," you begged, your hands scrabbling to grab onto the couch cushion. "Please, Sy-"
"Go ahead," she said, her voice dropping low as she leaned down closer to your face. "Cum for me, kitten."
With a few final tight circles around your clit, you came undone on her fingers, crying out and grinding your hips down onto her thighs and against her fingers. She slowed her movements, but kept rubbing as you spasmed around her fingers and gushed onto her leather pants. Only when you started trembling and whimpering from the overstimulation did she finally stop, carefully pulling her fingers free.
She leaned over and wiped them clean on the fabric of your pants, which still were pushed around your calves above your boots. With the help of her evol, she unlaced your shoes and tugged them and your pants off, dumping them unceremoniously on the ground and leaving your bottom half completely bare.
Minding your burning ass and humming in response to your sharp gasps when her hands found the top of your thighs, Sylus laid down on the couch on her back, guiding and turning your body so you were laying on top of her, chest to chest. You could feel the wetness you'd left on her pants. You whimpered and nuzzled your face into her tits, your breathing steadying as Sylus pet your hair.
Red and black mist carried over a small tube of lotion from the coffee table, and she used her free hand to pop the cap open and pour some on your ass. You sighed at the cool feeling, going limp on top of her as she began gently massaging the lotion into your skin.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked quietly, looking at your ragdoll form with fondness.
"M'tired. Taking a nap now," you mumbled, not caring to lift your face from between her boobs. "You're comfy."
"Nap away," she said. You could feel the rumble of her voice through her chest as your consciousness slowly slipped away. "I'll be right here."
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ik it can feel awkward to rb smut lol likes/comments/anons are always welcome and appreciated ❤️
Summary: Sylus brings you to the N109 Zone for the weekend, and she has a surprise for you. (ao3)
Notes: smut - MDNI, Fem!Sylus x Fem!Reader, lingerie, idk what all to include here um, oral (f!reader receiving), praise kink? there's a lot of good girls being thrown around, fingering, strap-on penetrative sex, if there's something else i should be including lmk?, 2.9k words
author's first explicit fic pls be nice I'm so scared rn lmao. idk if i enjoyed writing this or not yet so maybe more to come maybe not lol
The plan was simple. Sylus would pick you up from work, you'd ride on her motorcycle back to the N109 Zone, and then you'd spend the rest of your weekend enjoying the base when it was subordinate and bird free, with the twins and Mephisto out on business to Chansia City.
The first part? Check. Sylus was waiting for you outside the Hunters Association, her helmet covering her face and arms crossed as she leaned against her bike. You'd practically flown down the stairs into her arms, and with a roar of her bike's engines? You were off.
Step two was where things got dicey. Entering the N109 Zone wasn't difficult, but only a few minutes into the winding city streets, gunshots rang out. The two of you ended up in a firefight. Neither of you were injured, but you were sweaty, dirty, and running late. It wasn't the ideal start to your weekend.
Upon finally entering the Onichynus base that was becoming your second home, you and Sylus were immediately entangled in each other, starting to pull off each other's jackets. Sylus held you tightly at the waist, pushed against a table. She pressed her lips to your face, your neck, any exposed skin she could.
"Mm, kitten," she hummed against your skin, finally stopping for breath. "You said you wanted to shower."
You pouted at the loss of kisses, your breathing shaky as you tried to reform any thoughts not about her. She was right- you felt gross after the fight, and even though you knew you'd be active tonight, you preferred starting off without dust and dirt all over.
"You could come with me," you offered, trying to lean forward to tug at Sylus's collar. But she tightened her hold on your waist, keeping you still.
"Then we'll never leave," she smirked, leaning forward so her mouth was at your ear. Her long, silvery white hair slid down her shoulders, enveloping you like a curtain. "And I have plans for tonight. I'll wash up in the guest bathroom. You go on, now, and meet me in our room."
You weren't sure when "Sylus's room" became "our room," but it was a change you welcomed.
"Fine," you sighed, shifting your weight back and forth as Sylus pulled away. She looked down at you with an expression that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Good girl," she cooed quietly, and you felt like your legs turned to jelly. She trailed her fingers across your waistband before pulling her hands away completely. "No touching without me. Go on, now."
Your face reddened at her tone of voice, and on another day you might push back against the order, but today you simply nodded and found yourself scrambling for the shower, undressing as you moved.
Quickly but thoroughly, you showered with the sound of your heart thudding in your ears. You scrubbed off the dust and grime from the gunfight and quickly washed your body, your mind swirling as you tried to imagine what kind of plans Sylus could possibly have.
Nothing specific came to mind. The two of you hadn't had any conversations about bedroom plans lately, at least not that you could remember. But you knew whatever she came up with would be interesting.
You toweled your hair mostly dry and wrapped the fluffy towel around your torso, just to give Sylus something to take off if she so pleased. Then, with a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.
Sylus was usually either dressed to some extent, each to have you show how much you wanted her by taking undressing her into your own hands, or so ready to get right into the show that she was already naked.
Tonight was neither. You jolted to a stop in the doorway, your jaw dropped. Your shoulders sagged forward, and the shift of your body caused the towel to slip loose, but you didn't even process it.
Sylus sat on the edge of her bed, her legs crossed, leaning back slightly, supported by straightened arms on either side of her torso. When she saw you, she smirked and tilted her head, letting her own freshly washed hair swing down.
"Like what you see, kitten?"
Sylus didn't usually have any crazy undergarments. She prioritized function, and with the craziness of her day-to-day life, sometimes boxers and a sports bra was the best way to go. She preferred showering you with gifts, letting you be done up in lace or silk, like a present for her to open.
Tonight, though, she was the show-stopper.
Black lace and sheer fabric framed her chest beautifully, doing nothing to actually cover her breasts, but doing wonders for showing them off. A little red bow sat along the bottom of the fabric between her tits. The pairing piece was similar, black sheer fabric covering her ass, decorated with black lace flowers that dipped down and disappeared beneath her crossed legs. Another red bow sat along the hem, straight beneath her belly button, and you could see the start of silvery gray gray peeking up above the start of the lace.
"Oh my god," you breathed, and Sylus laughed, the sound ringing out across the room.
"Come here, sweetie," she cooed, and your feet were moving before you even realized what she'd told you to do.
You stepped forward on weak legs, walking forward until you stood in front of her. She uncrossed her legs, and you let out some kind of sound between a whimper and a gasp, looking at the sheer fabric between her legs.
Sylus reached forward to grab just above your ass, tugging you the rest of the way toward her, until the fronts of your knees were pressed against the edge of the bed. Your face turned red when it finally processed that you'd dropped your towel and were standing completely naked when she was looking like a work of art.
"You look amazing," you said, your breath hitching when her hands slid down, just beneath your ass.
"Thank you," Sylus hummed, looking particularly pleased with herself. "You always look so beautiful, dressed up for me. I thought I'd give it a try."
"It was a good decision," you breathed, starting to lean forward to kiss her.
But before your lips could make contact, she stood up, tightening her grip on your upper legs and turned around to deposit you on the bed. You landed on the silk sheets with a soft oof! and laughed when she tugged you forward, pulling you right where she wanted you.
Before you could process anything else, Sylus propped herself up over you, kissing you hungrily. You hummed happily into her lips, kissing back with fervor and gasping as her mouth traveled down to your neck.
"Can't believe- ah!- you got all dressed up for me," you gasped, your hands flying to her muscular shoulders as she kissed at your chest, right above your breasts. Her own tits were pressed up against your stomach, framed perfectly by her soft lingerie, and the sight made you moan just as much as her touch did.
"Y'look so pretty," you continued, gasping and laughing at the tickle of her lips as they traveled down to your stomach. She groaned at your words, her hands slipping back to your thighs and gently pushing to part them. "M'th- the luckiest person in Linkon."
Sylus finally paused in her relentless conquest of your body, looking up at you through her hair. You could feel her breath on the inside of your thighs as she looked over you like a meal on a platter.
"I'll dress up for you any time, kitten, you just say the word," she breathed, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh and nuzzling the soft skin there for a moment before diving down.
You cried out when her mouth made contact with your pussy, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there that started off gentle but rapidly became more urgent as she began lapping at your skin and the gathering wetness there.
"Oh my god, Sylus," you gasped, your hands making their way to her hair. She moaned into your pussy when your fingers tightened and gently tugged, and your hips started to roll up off the bed. You groaned and your eyes rolled up to the ceiling.
Instantly, her hands rushed forward, grabbing at your lips and holding you down as she licked a long stripe up to your clit and latched her lips there, licking and sucking like her life depended on it.
"Delicious, kitten, want to devour you-"
You shrieked and instinctively tried to writhe, overwhelmed by the sensation no matter how many times you'd experienced it, but her arms flexed and kept you still, right where she wanted you.
"Sylus, Sylus Sylus, I- ah, Sylus," you babbled, forcing your gaze back down to her. The sight of her there, her mouth over your pussy and the skin around her lips wet with your arousal, combined with the gorgeous black lace holding up her tits like a work of art, only added to the growing heat and pressure in your core.
"Go ahead, sweetie, come undone for me," Sylus gasped, temporarily pausing her conquest before ducking back down, her mouth harshly working your clit.
The sound of her voice, deep and gravely and full of desire, helped push you over the edge, and you came on her mouth, gasping and whimpering and shaking in her hold as she continued to kiss your skin through your orgasm, only slowing her attack when your body went limp in her hold.
Your chest heaved as you sucked in deep breaths, relaxing against the silk of her bed. Sylus sat up, smiling and wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Good girl," she breathed. She looked to the side, at the bedside table, and you saw red and black mist in the corner of your vision and heard the table drawer open.
Something flew out from it, settling in Sylus's grasp, but you didn't have the energy to sit up and look at her properly, so you kept looking up at the ceiling, trying to regain the ability to form a coherent thought. You felt her rustling at the foot of the bed for a moment before stilling and running her hands up and down your calves.
"Back with me?" she asked, and you groaned in response, quickly followed by a pleased laugh as you sat partially up, propping your torso up on your elbows.
For the second time that night, your jaw dropped at the sight of her. Sylus's skin was flushed, her pupils blown wide. She still wore her lingerie, but there was a new addition: dark red fabric around her waist, the angles of the straps guiding your gaze down to the long strap-on hanging between her legs.
The silicone was scarlet and black, swirling in a pattern reminiscent to Sylus's evol. It was intimidating and beautiful and exciting, and you let out a shaky breath as you took in the powerful woman in front of you.
Sylus held out a hand, activating her evol again to pull a pillow up from the top of the bed. Red and black mist swirled around your waist, temporarily pulling you up off the bed while she situated the pillow under you. The excitement of what was about to happen sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you could feel how wet you were getting between your legs.
"That's new," you squeaked, your eyes wide as saucers. Sylus laughed, reached up and pushing some of her hair behind her ear, and the flex of her muscles practically had you salivating.
"Just for you, kitten," she said, leaning to the side and using her evol to pull a bottle of lube into her hand. She doused some over the dildo, rubbing her hand up and down the length to spread it before leaning forward and bracing herself up on her arms.
You had a perfect view of her body and the gorgeous black lace that hugged it. Staying laying down, you reached up, making grabby hands at Sylus, and laughing at how ridiculous you must look.
"Cm'ere," you demanded, and Sylus obeyed, leaning down. You gently grabbed either side of her face and tugged her down, kissing her deeply.
Your hands traveled down, your fingertips grazing the lacy edges of her bra before slipping down to her tits, pressing and kneading at them. Sylus laughed and broke apart from your lips, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a choked groan.
"Like a kitten making biscuits," she noted, leaning into your touch for a moment before pulling away.
One of her hands traveled down, sliding down the your side and going down to your cunt, gathering the wetness that was growing there. You inhaled sharply when she thrust a finger into you, pushing into your pulsing folds, sliding in and out, soon joined by another.
You sighed and gasped as Sylus's fingers explored your walls, running your hands up and down her toned arms and torso to ground yourself as your skin flushed.
"Sylus, please," you finally said after several minutes of her pumping her fingers in and out of you. You rolled your hips up into her touch, desperate for more stimulation. The strap hung right there, a physical manifestation of tempation.
"Alright, alright," Sylus sighed, adjusted herself between your legs, grabbing under your knees to adjust your legs. "I just love the feeling of you around my fingers. So warm. I'll take you apart with them tomorrow."
You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips at the thought of her following through on that promise, but you didn't have much time to fantasize before you felt the tip of the strap-on pressing at your cunt.
One of Sylus's hands rested on your hip, her thumb rubbing soothing circles as she slowly pressed into you. You sighed as pleasure surged through you at the fullness.
Finally, she stopped, bottomed out, and she took a moment to appreciate the vision below her. You lay gasping, your eyes blown with wide pleasure and a pink-red hue to your face and shoulders.
"Sylus, please move," you moaned, your hips twitching.
"Alright, alright," she replied, leaning down and kissing at your neck as she slowly pulled her hips back a couple inches before snapping them forward again.
You gasped and grabbed at her arms tightly, pressing your head back into the mattress as she began to set a steady pace, thrusting the strap-on deep into you with every roll of her hips. The lace around her waist shifted with every move, and it was almost mesmerizing.
"So good, taking me so well," Sylus gasped, her own breath becoming ragged. You hadn't exactly asked for a strap tour, but it must have been two-way, giving her stimulation as well, based on the sound of her voice. "So beautiful under me."
Her hand snaked down from your hip, taking a moment to press down on the skin beneath your belly button. You gasped and your back raised up off the bed as the pressure enhanced the feeling of her strap-on pounding into you. Her hand continued its journey down, gently pressing on your clit and sending a shock of pleasure down your legs.
"Syluuuus," you moaned, your hands falling from her arms and grasping at the silk sheets. "S-so much, Sylus!"
"I know, I know," Sylus gasped, rubbing tight circles around your clit as she continued her steady pace, thrusting in and out of your cunt. "Are you close? Want to cum on my strap, kitten?"
You nodded frantically, your body tensing as you felt that familiar twist in your core again.
"Yes, please please, Sylus," you gasped, shivering at the sight of her above you, her hair and breasts swaying as her hips snapped forward.
The pressure on your clit increased, and when Sylus looked down at you, you were certain her right eye was glinting with a faint glow.
"Go ahead, cum for me," she groaned, and the pressure in your body snapped. You tensed and writhed as you came on her strap-on, milking the silicone as much as you could as waves of pleasure wracked your body.
Sylus kept thrusting, helping you ride out your second orgasm of the night, pulling her hand away from your clit and wrapping her fingers around one of your hands as she slowed her thrusts, her shoulders heaving. She leaned back as you came down from your high, lovingly running her hands up and down your legs.
"I like this new one," you laughed shakily when you finally found the ability to form words again. Your smile ticked down a bit as you looked Sylus up and down, your eyes catching on the soaked strap-on for a moment. "Did you...?"
Sylus smiled, rolling her shoulders, knowing damn well how much you loved seeing how her arm muscles shifted.
"No, not yet," she said, reaching down when she saw your brows furrow. She grabbed something small off the bed next to her. "But don't worry, sweetie."
There was a click, and your eyes went comically wide as you heard the sound of vibrations starting, your gaze flying down to the strap-on.
"The night is still young."
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