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âI Never Asked to be Born in the First Placeâ; Dracula Carmilla, Werewolves, Frankenstein, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, creatures of myth and legend, strange beasts.
Related to the main prompt: Gothic romance films âpermitted the articulation of feminine fear, anger, and distrust of the patriarchal orderâ (Diane Waldmen)
Additional Prompt: Horror
Explore this however you see fit! AU or otherwise! What is your LIâs greatest fear? Which LI is susceptible to the Silent Hill fog? How do their digusts, terrors, or grief manifest in their partner and environment?
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Prompt: Leather Day (Chaps, vest, and motorcycle boots - bondage; dominance and submission; caning, punching, spanking; Whatâs your LI or MCâs 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 â€ïž
Heat cycles, rutting, pheromones, scent marking, imprinting, breeding, mating rites, pack structures, bite marks⊠and all the exciting ways gender and patriarchy is explored in this fluid erotic speculative fiction. Interpret or express this however you see fit
Additional Prompt: Mismatched Libido
Make your own post or add to this one! This week is NSFW and should use the tags: âsapphic lads week â or âsapphic lads week 2026â
Chaps, vest, and motorcycle boots - bondage; dominance and submission; caning, punching, spanking; Whatâs your LI or MCâs dynamic? How do they practice consent and aftercare?
Additional Prompt: Aftercare
Make your own post or add to this one! This week is NSFW and should use the tags: âsapphic lads week â or âsapphic lads week 2026â
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.
"Oops, dropped your coat!" You pick the mauve trench coat from the floor, almost stepping on it on your way out. The lush fabric of the fur coat is incredibly soft and warm. You hold it out with a cheerful smile to the owner, who hadn't noticed that her coat had fallen off the chair yet.
She turns to you slowly, and you feel like Cupid had struck you with his deadly arrow. Beautiful purple hair falling down in waves, fair skin dotted with beauty marks, eyes a lovely shade reminiscent of a sunrise you're certain they're contacts. She's staring at you with wide eyes, soft pink lips parted slightly. You're certain you're transfixed. Rooted to the spot. Probably having heart eyes.
You shake your head, dusting the coat lightly before holding it out to the gorgeous woman with a smile, who accepts it mutely. You try not to ogle anymore as you wave at her, mumbling a soft "have a great day" as you head out. Once you're quite a distance from the cafe, you pat your cheeks, scolding yourself lightly. "Girl, get a grip! This is not the first time you're seeing a pretty girl!" You groan, remembering how you were checking her out. "Great, now she'll think I'm a weirdo. Well, I am!" Still grousing to yourself, you head to work, trying to forget the gorgeous woman. It's not like you'll ever see her again. She definitely seemed way out of your league. And your social circle, if her bougie outfit were any indication.
Meanwhile, the woman, Rafayel, was still staring at the spot where you stood. A sudden, fierce shade of pink coloured her cheeks as her fingers curled around her coat that you had given her back. Her pelt, to be exact. Traditions dictated that whoever found and gave a selkie her pelt back were to be that selkie's spouse. She blushed more as she thought of your sweet smile, warm as the sun that filtered through the windows. A tender smile of her own touched her lips. Well. Who's Rafayel to say no to traditions?
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The next day, you decide to head to the beach for your early morning jog. Once you're done hitting your step count for the day, you walk along the shore in a languid pace, sneakers in your hand as you feel the warm, wet sand beneath your feet. You place your tote bag and your shoes on the dry sand before stepping closer to the tide, feeling the seafoam wash over your feet. With a small giggle at the tickling sensation, you close your eyes and bask in the warmth of the sunrise.
"Hey."
You turn at the melodic voice, feeling your cheeks warm at the sight of the gorgeous woman from the cafe. "Hi," you reply, not quite hiding your happiness at getting to see her again. Stop! This is not a crush, you dolt! You're just attracted to her looks! "You out for a jog too?"
The pretty woman laughs, the tinkling sound making your heartbeat race. Her laugh is so beautiful too. You mentally snap yourself out of your thoughts. "Not quite. I'm here for inspiration. AndâŠ" her cheeks pinken as she looks at you. "And⊠to thank you for yesterday."
You feel yourself flush. "O-oh, well, don't mention it! It was nothing, really!" Gods why are you stuttering this badly, you know you're a hot mess around pretty girls but this is bad even for you!
The woman keeps staring at you, as if she's trying to memorise you. You internally groan as you remember your current state - sweaty, greasy, and in desperate need for a shower. You really shouldn't have skipped on the shower (though you rationalised it by telling yourself that you'd need a shower post-jog, looks like that was a bad idea nowâŠ)
"I'm Rafayel." You snap into focus as the woman introduces herself shyly. "I'm an artist, and I love the sea. So much that I own a mansion by the sea." She laughs at her words. "My studio is also my house." You smile, enamored by her shyness.
"I also love swimming, and eating seafood, and going on impromptu trips for new inspiration for my work. Though my manager says I'm a huge procrastinator, but don't believe Thomas, he doesn't know art cannot be rushed." She pouts, making you laugh at her petulant complaint. You can't help but secretly agree though.
"Also um⊠I'm a romantic at heart, and would love nothing but ensuring the happiness of my partner. I'll treat my spouse like the queen that she is." She looks away bashfully, her ears pink beneath lavender waves. Your heart fluttered at the sight. You couldn't help but dream what it'd be like to be loved by Rafayel. ButâŠ
"Uh, that's sweet but⊠why are you telling all of this to me?" You ask, confused despite your growing fondness for the beautiful artist.
You didn't think it was possible for Rafayel to blush harder, but you swear her entire face turned red. Instead of answering immediately, she digs through her pocket and pulls out a small jwellery box, still not meeting your eyes. With tender anticipation, she opens the box to reveal a lovely silver ring - or platinum, you're not good at distinguishing between the two metals - with a sparkling pink sapphire set in the solid metal. You felt your heart stutter painfully at the sight. Is she reallyâŠ
"That⊠that's an engagement ring?" You ask dumbly. Of course it was an engagement ring! But why was she holding it out?
Rafayel nodded, giving you a fond, besotted look. "It is. I got it yesterday. For⊠for you." Overcome with shyness at the way your gaze seemed to pierce through her soul, her eyes dropped to the sapphire on the ring. Which matched the exact shade of pink in her eyes. A clear indication of marking you as hers. "I thought it was only appropriate that we get married by human customs as well." She bloomed like a lovely flower - or rather, a newlywed bride - while being oblivious to the way your eyes bulged. "You know⊠since we got wed yesterday⊠when you returned my pelt to me."
YIPPIEEEE WE DID IT!!! thanks everyone for all your beautiful creations and kind and encouraging comments on each other's works đ very in awe that this small event was able to have the participation it did (genuinely amazed by the creative passion of queer peopleeee) thanks for a great week 1!!! excited for whatever week 2 may bring to us... đł
PS. late submissions are accepted!! you have until july 14 𫶠i will not reblog SFW posts until the NSFW is over, and i will be making a roundup post sometime in july! hope it's been fun for everyone else too! everyone has been really awesome so far!!!
Summary: You convince your dragon to take you on a beach day. (ao3) (fic masterlist)
Notes: Fem!Dragon!Sylus x Sorceress!Reader, takes place during Beyond Cloudfall, fluffy beach day because I didn't have the heart to do my original angsty plan, 1.7k words
The final day of Sapphic LADS Week!! (well, the SFW week, at least) This was so fun. I'm so happy I participated! Even though I just did oneshots, this is the most I've written in a while. Thanks again to @sapphic-lads for organizing and thank you for all the kind words this week. đ«¶
For the last two weeks, you decided your mission in life was to convince Sylus to take you to a beach.
Not the lakeside, where youâd spent time basking in the sunlight reflecting off the waterâs surface and fishing, which Sylus was frustratingly good at. She loved gloating about her fruitful catches when you were lucky to obtain a single bluegill.
No, you wanted to see the ocean. You never had. But recently youâd read about the salty air, the fresh breeze, the beautiful shells on the beach, and you wanted to experience them yourself.
Sylus had been hesitant at first. It was a long trip, and the world was in a tense situation since the two of you had started your plundering. But when you draped your arms up over her shoulders, running your hands through her silvery white hair and batting your eyelashes, her stoic expression crumpled and she nodded.
A few days later, the two of you embarked on a journey to the coast. Sylus insisted she could make the flight in one go, but you convinced her to slow down and split the trip into two days. You stopped and spent the night in a travelerâs cabin youâd read about, surrounded by flat grass plains.
You took care of dinner that night, and cleaning the dishes, and tending to the fireplace. Ordered to stay put, Sylus lounged on the couch and watched you flit about the cabin, her tail flicking absentmindedly.
This trip was only partially born from your desire to visit the sea and hoard new treasures. Lately, youâd noticed Sylus becoming more closed off. She wasnât ignoring you, or being aggressive (any more than usual), but it wasnât uncommon to find her staring off into space, or interacting with you and suddenly tensing and leaving to be alone.
It seemed more than just being tired from your pillaging, but you couldnât get her to acknowledge anything was wrong. So when youâd already been interested in visiting the beach, and then you read about how people often traveled to the sea for relaxation and fun, you decided it was worth a shot.
When you were done getting things around, you crawled into Sylusâs hold, pressing your back and head against her chest and maneuvering her arms to wrap around your torso. She huffed out a small laugh as you adjusted her like she was a blanket, but she didnât dare move out of the pose you gave her.
Early the next morning, you took flight again, finishing the rest of the trip and arriving at the beach well before noon.
The area was secluded, surrounded by rocky cliffsides. The beach was carved from the rock thanks to years of wind and waves, and was only accessible by air or by foot.
Sunlight glimmered off the light teal water. Your mouth was agape as Sylus landed, gently setting you down on the warm, pale sand. For a moment, you were still, reveling in the salty air and the sound of the waves brushing against the shore. Then excitement burst through your veins. You quickly tugged your shoes off, laughing at the feeling of sand between your toes.
âSylus, isnât it so beautiful?â you exclaimed, looking around at the blue water in wonder.
âMm. It is,â Sylus said quietly, looking st you.
You turned back to face her, reaching for the small bag looped around your shoulders.
âLetâs hurry and get changed, I want to swim!â you announced, pulling out lightweight white swimclothes.
âItâs a pretty private beach. You still want to cover up?â Sylus asked teasingly, unbuckling her belt. Your gaze trailed down and you coughed, your face going red.
âUm- well- itâs very sunny, and I brought some lotion that will prevent you from being burned,â you explained, rambling as you watched Sylus take off her clothes and armor to change into the white shirt and shorts. âBut youâre very sensitive to the sun, and I donât want to risk you getting burnt.â
âI see,â Sylus said, smirking as she pulled the shirt over her chest. âHow thoughtful of you.â
âIâm very well prepared,â you agreed, shoving the bottle of lotion into Sylusâs clawed hands. âCover exposed skin, including anything between your scales. Donât get any in your eyes!â
Sylus nodded and began applying the white lotion while you changed out of your clothes, very much aware that she was watching you intently. You slid into your swimwear, a short white dress with a hem that skirted over your mid thighs.
Sylus sauntered over, resting her head on your shoulder for a moment. Her hair tickled your cheek.
âYou look lovely,â she hummed, taking a deep breath. Then she pulled away and handed you the bottle.
âThanks,â you breathed, taking it and quickly covering your body with the lotion. Hopefully the two of you wouldnât be walking away from the beach as red as her eyes.
Once you deemed that you were as protected from the sun as you could be, you took one of Sylusâs hands and pulled her toward the water.
âHave you ever swam in the ocean?â you asked when you reached the waterâs edge.
Sylus shook her head.
âNo. Iâve seen it, and fished from it, but Iâve never gone swimming in the sea,â she said, her tail flicking. âMy eyes work differently from yours. The salt shouldnât sting them, but remember to try to keep the water out of yours.â
You nodded, tentatively stepping into the water. You smiled at the cool feeling, and laughed when the gentle waves shifted sand that tickled your toes. Sylus released your hand and gestured forward.
âGo on,â she encouraged, and you nodded before rushing forward, closing your eyes tight, and diving into the sea.
Coolness surrounded you. The pressure from the water felt like a blanket from all sides. You kicked your feet, by no means graceful (your upbringing had little use for recreational swimming) but enough to glide through the water. You swam close enough that your feet could still touch the bottom, then pushed up and breached the water.
Gasping out laughs, you pushed your hair from your face and turned back toward Sylus. But the tall woman was nowhere to be found.
âWhat-?â
You shrieked as something suddenly wrapped around your ankle, yanking you down. You temporarily were submerged before being scooped back up out of the water by strong arms. Sputtering, you wiped water from your face and opened your eyes to see Sylus, holding you close against her chest and laughing down at you.
âIt seems my sorceress is too keen to let her guard down,â Sylus teased.
âAnd my dragon is too keen to be a nuisance,â you replied, giving a pout that was very clearly fake.
âOh, well, if Iâm a nuisance, then,â Sylus sighed, dropping you back into the water. You splashed and kicked around for a moment before you were able to right yourself.
âAlright, thatâs it, come here!â
The two of you chased after each other, pulling the other underwater or splashing them. Sylus often had the upper hand. Her longer limbs and tail made her a formidable opponent. But you were still able to get the jump on her a few times, careful to avoid pulling her down too much on top of you to avoid her horns and claws.
Once you had worn yourself out, you tugged Sylus back to the shoreline. She watched you exit the water with slitted eyes, watching the way the water ran down your skin and your dress clung to your body. You cleared your throat and became very fascinated with beachcombing. Your face was burning red, and it wasnât from the heat or sun.
Your dragon joined you, picking through the shells and sea glass that littered the sand. Sylus was less interested in the glass- you wondered if it had to do with its lack of shine- but seemed especially intrigued by any shells with bold colors. Your hands quickly filled with water-smoothed glass, and her claws held purple clam shells and pale pink whelk shells.
Nothing you found was what anyone else would consider âtreasure,â but anything aesthetically pleasing was added to your bag to bring back to the hoard you now shared with Sylus.
Finally, in need of a break, you and Sylus sat in the sand, in the water a few feet to keep cool and enjoy the water lapping at your bodies. She sat behind you, her chest to your back and her legs on her side of yours. Your head leaned back onto one of her shoulders, and you held one of her hands in yours, idly pouring wet sand on her scaled forearm and then rinsing it off.
âI like the beach,â you announced, turning and craning your head up to look at your dragonâs face. âAre you enjoying yourself?â
Sylus nodded, her eyes closed. The tip of her tail idly flicked in the water, sometimes scooping up sand, sometimes skirting along the surface of the sea. She opened her scarlet eyes and looked down at you. For a second, you thought her right eye might be glowing, but then it passed.
âI am,â she said simply. âItâs a beautiful place.â
âWe can explore more of the coast sometime,â you offered, turning back to the water. You watched as a school of small, silvery fish darted around you and Sylusâs legs. âIâve read about reefs with beautiful shells and rare pearls. Youâll have to be my protection against sharks, though.â
âOf course,â Sylus laughed quietly.
You couldnât see her expression, too enamored with the vast expanse of the ocean in front of you. She wasnât smiling, but she wasnât frowning, either. She looked pensive as she rested her chin on top of your head and closed her eyes.
There was an ache in her chest, an uncertainty that was different from the familiar pain of the claymore that had once been wedged there, keeping her trapped for centuries.
She was beginning to realize just how much you meant to her. Despite her instincts screaming otherwise, her most valuable treasure wasnât something she would be able to keep hidden away in her hoard. You had legs to run and swim and be free with, and as frightening as it could sometimes feel, seeing you so joyful and unrestrained made her heart soar.
She tightened her arms around you, pulling you in closer against her chest.
âAnywhere you want, my sorceress. This world and my wings are yours.â
is it okay if we submit a fic for a prompt a few days late? đ„ș
YESSS late submission accepted until mid July!! Let's say July 14? i have conventions over the next few weekends so i won't be checking in as much after that!
Thereâs a big portion of the lads fandom that are the most homophobic, racist, and fatphobic people I have ever had the displeasure of coming across. So I hope this piece ruins their entire year đ«¶
Summary: Your dragon whisked you away from an arranged royal marriage. Your betrothed, thinking you were kidnapped, tirelessly searched for you. (ao3) (fic masterlist)
Notes: Fem!Dragon!Sylus x Princess!Reader x Transfem!Princess!Xavier, mentions of homophobia & transphobia, royalty AU. 3.1k words.
For the sake of keeping on schedule with the prompts, I kept this a oneshot, but I might expand upon it and make it a multichapter one day! In the meantime if you want more femSylus, check out my fic masterlist for the other Sapphic LADS Week prompt fics!
It had been almost six months since you were swept away by your dragon.
You were the princess of the Kingdom Linkon, raised in a gilded cage of luxury and wealth and restriction.
Years of lessons and balls, masquerading as making you a strong leader, and they all went down the drain in just one night.
The exact details of the start of the night were hazy. After all these months away and the hectic events of that fateful evening, what exactly went down was now a blur of fear and anger.
A meeting with your father, King Dimitri, and the king and prince of Philos, the nation to the west. Youâd been told it was to be a trade discussion. Youâd met the Philosian royals many times over the years. Youâd spent several balls and galas enjoying Prince Xavierâs company, finding solace in his down-to-earth attitude that was rare among royals.
But the meeting was more a trap than anything.
You were told- not asked, but told- that you were to marry Prince Xavier. You were appalled, and the prince refused to meet your gaze, staring defectedly at the floor. Heâd looked awful, tired and distraught, but you didnât have time to see to him.
You didnât think. You didnât hesitate. You just turned and ran for your chambers, the skirts of your dress billowing behind you.
Your father knew you would hate the idea. Youâd come out to him not long ago, revealing that you longed for a wife, not a husband. It wasnât unheard of in this day and age, but youâd feared what your old-fashioned father and his court would think.
Heâd lied to you, said he would take this into consideration. And then heâd turned and promised you to a prince.
A prince you did enjoy the company of, but you couldnât imagine becoming his wife, and being forced to bear his children as a princess married to a prince would be expected to.
Once inside, you shoved a dresser in front of the doors to your bedchambers, knowing it wouldnât be long before your father sent the royal guard after you. But you knew you didnât need to buy too much time.
See, King Dimitri knew you would be upset.
But he didnât know about your dragon.
You sprinted across your bedroom and threw open the glass doors that led out onto your balcony.
âSylus!â
Your voice rang out in the cool night air. For a moment, there was only silence.
Then, there was the beating of wings, and a hulking figure dropped onto the balcony rail in front of you.
Only a gem, red veins, and black scales covered her chest. Black horns twisted up from her silvery white hair, and dark wings fanned out to either side of her body. Her red eyes focused on you and you could see her pupils dilate.
âMy princess,â she cooed, but her smile quickly faded when she saw the look of distress on your face. âWhatâs wrong?â
âMy father,â you gasped, panting from your frantic escape. âHeâs betrothed me- Prince of Philos- I canât do it, Sylus!â
Sylusâs features hardened and she carefully rested a clawed hand on your cheek.
âYou wonât need to,â she promised.
With a deafening crash, your dresser was sent hurling to the side, and several knights in armor rushed into your bedchambers, following by your father and Prince Xavier.
âA dragon!â King Dimitri shouted. âKill it!â
Sylus growled and her tail wove around your waist, tugging you up and into her arms.
âHold on,â Sylus murmured, cradling you close and falling backward off the balcony, her wings catching the air.
The last you saw of the castle was Xavier rushing to the edge of the balcony, leaning over the railing and looking on in horror as you were swept away by the dragon. You felt bad for giving him such a scare. There were worse people to spend your life with.
But you longed for love, and you loved your dragon.
She flew you the entire night, heading east to the Taurus mountain range where she lived.
The next six months were the happiest of your life.
It was an adjustment, to be sure. There were things and people you missed. You were used to a very different lifestyle.
But it didnât take much to adjust to living with Sylus.
Youâd known her for years. One night, when youâd felt particularly adventurous and dangerously rebellious, youâd taken one of the horses from the palace stables and rode out into the woods bordering the kingdomâs capital. Alone and armed with nothing but a sword you were still learning to use, youâd wanted to view a projected meteor shower from a lake you knew of.
When you arrived, youâd sat down along the shore, staring at the sky in wonder. You didnât notice the figure behind you until her claws were at your throat.
At first, youâd been scared. But you calmly spoke to the dragon and explained that you meant no harm, and it was terribly rude of her to bother someone while they were clearly stargazing. Astonished at your attitude, and (you found this out much later) bewitched by your beauty, Sylus spent the entire night with you, watching the sky.
Ever since, sheâd made a point to visit you on your balcony. Sometimes she would stay in the area and spend time with you every night. Sometimes she was gone for months at a time. It didnât matter- you fell, and you fell hard.
It broke your heart to know you couldnât marry her, but youâd long since decided that if you could at least marry a tolerable woman with whom you could be content with, you would be fine if your time with Sylus was limited to stolen moments.
None of that mattered now, though. You had settled into dragon life pretty well, if you did say so yourself.
Your days were spent reading, painting, singing, learning instruments. You basked in Sylusâs treasures as her hoardâs crown jewel, not the crown of a kingdom that didnât care about you.
You hunted with your dragon, teaching her new ways to cook. You traveled with her through the mountains, dancing through fields and weaving flower crowns that, according to you, complimented her horns very well.
This life was never what you expected for yourself, but it was an incredible blessing, and you didnât waste a day.
Well, today was a bit wasted.
Sylus was gone, out for a long hunting trip. While she was gone, you wanted to rearrange her caveâs entryway. She had a habit of dropping smaller treasures as soon as she flew in so she could embrace you when she returned home. There were coins and gems littered about. Then you wanted to finish touching up the instrument area, because youâd been neglecting some of the smaller instruments in favor of the organ you and Sylus had managed to haul in a few weeks ago.
Instead, youâd lounged. All day. You were draped across a velvet couch among piles of gold, eagerly awaiting your dragonâs return. You missed her terribly. Youâd spent the morning adorning yourself in all her favorite jewelry and wrapping yourself in a maroon silk robe that almost shimmered in the golden torchlight.
Then youâd done nothing. It was a horribly lazy day, the kind that would have gotten you in a world of trouble in the castle. But you knew when Sylus returned, she would revel in your freedom to do nothing with your time.
Speaking of, you could hear rocks shifting outside, and then- footsteps! Your dragon was home!
You hummed happily and shifted on the couch, positioning yourself in what you hoped would be an invitation to spend the rest of the day enjoying your dragonâs company.
âDown here!â you called, your summons echoing against the stone walls of the cave.
The footsteps grew louder and more hurried. You wondered what Sylus had brought back. Anything would be fine, so long as she was with it. Your heart thrummed with excitement as a figure rounded the corner into the cave, and-
âPrince Xavier?!â you cried out, scrambling off the couch and to your feet, wrapping the robe tighter around your body.
For it was not your dragon standing before you, but Xavier, brandishing a sword and decorated with white, black, and purple armor decorated with Philosâs symbol of yellow stars. His hair had grown longer- it looked like he hadnât cut it once in the six months since you last saw him. His blue eyes were framed by faint dark circles, but they lit up like the north star when they landed on you.
Xavier rushed toward you, looking like he wanted to embrace you, but he held himself back. His shoulders sagged with relief.
âYouâre alive,â he breathed. His lips trembled slightly. âI knew you were alive. Are you hurt?â
âIâm fine,â you assured, reaching forward and taking one of Xavierâs hands in your own. His gaze fell to the floor. âYou looked exhausted. Are you injured?â
âNothing major, only some scrapes,â Xavier replied carefully, his bangs hiding his eyes from you. âIâve been traveling since a week after you were taken. At first, your father sent the royal guard, but it was obvious a single person would be able to move faster. And the people on the outskirts of Linkon are less than pleased with the kingâs rule. I was able to get more information.â
Guilt washed over you. Xavier had been traveling for months, desperately hoping to rescue you without even knowing if you were alive. All the while, you were safe and sound, living your life to the best now that you were free from the crown. You didnât regret leaving at all, but you wished youâd been able to let Xavier know what was really happening before you fled.
âIâm sorry I left like I did. Iâve known Sylus- my dragon- for years. There was no time, I just⊠I couldn't risk my father forcing me to stay,â you explained softly. âA marriage to you would not be so awful. I donât want you to think I left because it was you. But having a husband, and the responsibilities that would come with him- bearing children, continuing the royal line, forever being seen as an accessory to him⊠I couldnât do it.â
Xavier nodded, finally meeting your gaze. You sighed with relief when you saw no anger there, only quiet understanding.
âThen youâre not in need of rescuing at all,â Xavier concluded with a wistful smile. âYou do look livelier, and you seem safe and happy. If you wish to continue living here, of course I would not try to force you to return.â
You smiled up at Xavier, finally releasing his hand.
âThank you. You were always so kind to me, Prince Xavier.â
The softness in Xavierâs eyes faltered. A small smile morphed into a small frown, and you tilted your head.
âWhat is it?â you asked quietly, nervousness starting to press at your chest. Xavier suddenly looked more serious than you had ever seen.
âIf I am to leave you to the dragon, I want you to know me for who I am,â Xavier began, taking a small step backward. âFor the longest time, I didnât know why, but I didnât feel like a prince at all.â
Your nervousness faded, and you were pretty sure you realized where this was going, but you didnât interrupt.
âI am a woman,â Xavier said, back straightening. âIâve known for quite some time, but I didnât want to tell you and make it seem as if I was trying to coerce you into a partnership. I know youâre not the kind of person to mistreat me if you knew.â
You smiled and took one of Xavierâs hands again, rubbing your thumb on the back of her hand.
âBut Iâm sure the King of Philos is,â you said softly, and Xavier winced and nodded. âWhat a secret to have kept for so long. Iâm sorry you felt the need to- I never would have thought you were trying to coerce me. Thank you for telling me, Xa- would you still like to be called Xavier?â
Xavierâs cheeks flushed pink and she nodded.
âI would, I believe. It is the name given to me by my mother. Iâve grown rather fond of it.â
âPrincess Xavier it is, then,â you declared. Your smile faded again, though, at the thought of Xavier returning to Philos. âItâs awful to imagine you having to return to be someone youâre not.â
Xavier tightened her grip on your hand.
âIâm not sure I can-â
A deafening roar suddenly shook the cave. A few clouds of dust fell from the ceiling. The blood instantly drained from your face. In all the excitement and emotion in your reunion with Xavier, youâd completely forgotten that your dragon was due back any minute.
You didnât have time to warn Xavier or try to placate Sylus. In an instant, a figure burst into the cave. A long black tail wrapped around your waist and yanked you back behind Sylus. Dark leathery wings spread out and blocked most of your view, but you could see Sylus grab Xavier by the neck and slam her to the ground. Xavierâs sword fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and Sylus kicked it away.
âHow dare you touch her?â Sylus roared. You frantically grabbed at her tail to try to free yourself.
âSylus! Stop!â you cried, gasping as you writhed in her hold. âShe wasnât here to hurt me, listen!â
Sylus snapped one of her wings in close to her back, turning and looking at you over one muscular shoulder. Her scarlet eyes were slitted, and she was baring her sharp teeth. You could now see Xavier on the stone ground. Sylusâs legs straddled her, and the dragon had one clawed hand around Xavierâs neck. Xavier was clawing at Sylusâs forearm for freedom, but luckily she seemed able to breathe, and you didnât see any blood.
âSylus,â you pleaded, petting at her tail. âPut me down. Let her go. Let me explain.â
Sylusâs back was shaking from how deep her breaths were, but after a few moments, her breathing smoothed out. She nodded slowly, relaxing her tail and letting you slide out of her hold. Sylus released Xavierâs throat and got off her, stepping back and allowing the Philosian to stand.
âThank you,â you sighed, stepping to Sylusâs side.
Her clothes and skin had blood and dirt on them from her hunt, but you still reached forward, resting your hand on the red gem glittering at the center of her chest until her breathing returned to normal and her pupils somewhat dilated.
âWhy is he here?â Sylus spat, firing a glare at Xavier.
âShe has come all this way thinking I was in danger,â you explained calmly. âWhen I told her I left willingly, and that I was safe and happy here, she promised she wouldnât try to force me to return.â
Xavier straightened her back, facing Sylus head-on. Your eyes widened with surprise. Youâd seen more powerful beings crumple under the weight of your dragonâs presence.
âI swear I speak the truth,â Xavier said evenly. âMy only concern was for her safety. And seeing that she is clearly safe and happy with you, I would never try to take her away.â
Sylus tilted her head, her silvery white hair shifting and practically shimmering in the caveâs torchlight. You tensed, knowing what was about to happen. You didnât doubt Xavier a bit, but it would probably still be uncomfortable.
âLetâs see about that,â Sylus drawled.
Her right eye flashed red, and a shiver ran down Xavierâs body. Her blue eyes went wide and her frame stiffened. After a few moments, Sylus blinked, and the glow faded from her eye. Xavier gasped and hunched forward, taking deep breaths. You raised an eyebrow as Xavierâs face reddened.
Sylusâs lips curved into a sly smile, showing off her canines.
You looked back and forth between the two in confusion. You knew of Sylusâs ability to read othersâ desires, but you couldnât imagine what would have garnered this kind of reaction.
Sylus turned back to you, looking over you more carefully for the first time since she returned. She ran a hand down your arm, feeling the soft silk of your robe, before pulling away.
âVery well. Iâll prepare my catch. It seems we have a guest for dinner.â
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The following winter was one of the coldest in recent history.
Blizzards relentlessly assaulted the mountains and surrounding countryside. Snow and ice made going outdoors dangerous. Attempting to travel meant certain death.
Luckily, you had no need to leave the dragonâs cave.
Sylus had prepared well for this cold season, of course. You had plenty of food. Her extensive hoard left much to be done to avoid boredom, from playing music to simply sorting through the endless treasures.
Your favorite activity, though, was cuddle time.
Sylus slowed down significantly in the cold weather. She didnât hibernate, but she grew lethargic and was much more willing to lay among the luxurious fabrics sheâd collected over the years and conserve her warmth.
The newest addition to her hoard only enabled the habit further.
Xavier, who was not a dragon in any sense, loved napping more than your sleepy dragon. She practically had a sixth sense for when you or Sylus started to feel tired. Before you knew it, all three of you would be piled together, limbs tangled and hearts content.
You were in such a situation now. Sylus was beneath you, one arm cradling you close to her right side, and another cradling Xavier close to her left. You could feel her soft, rumbling snores in your chest as you braided Xavierâs hair. It had grown quickly since she first arrived at the cave, and she wasnât always the best at taking care of it. You had a feeling that was purposeful, so she would have an excuse to have you brush and braid it.
Xavier was on her stomach, her face resting on Sylusâs chest, sound asleep as well. When you looked over at her and saw the peaceful expression on her face, your heart swelled with joy.
When you finished her braid, you tied it off and carefully set it down, turning in Sylusâs hold to cuddle in closer to your princess and your dragon.
Relaxed, safe, and happy, you let your eyes drift shut, and you joined your lovers in peaceful sleep.
When you do your first looks at your wedding day, to say you were blown away is a understatement. Sylus steps in the room as you turn around, your eyes immediately watering at the sight of her. She's also wearing white (which she purposefully kept a surprise from you), matching your own gown just with a more defined silhouette. Her hair that she usually keeps down and effortlessly messy, is tied in a loose braid, beautifully decorated with flowers. The memory of you two in the valley in springtime flashes in your mind, the dam finally breaking as your burst into tears. It finally hits you that this is happening, and soon she'll be your wife and you'll be hers.
She steps forward. "You'll smudge your makeup, kitten," she teases but her hands cups your cheeks, brushing your tears away with her thumb.
You try to respond, something about how you two match and how pretty she looks, but it all comes out garbled and messy. Her hands never leave your face, chuckling, though you don't miss the way her eyes tear up the same way as yours. For a moment it feels like the world stops, just the two of you in the room.
"You look... b-beautiful... and I... I love the feathers on your dress," you ramble in between sobs, your hands restless on your sides. You want to pull her close, you want to kiss her, run your hands through her hair, anything. But you don't want to ruin her look, so you resist, knowing you can save it all for later. Instead, you take her hand in yours and plant a kiss on her knuckles, and another to her ring finger. "I love you... so much..."
You see her eyes soften through the tears in your lashes. She intertwines your hands together and also kisses your ring finger, whispering her own declaration of love against your skin. You can't wait to spend your forever together.
