I had this crazy dream that I was being chased down by Sylus in his base. I was hauling ass and made it to an elevator somehow. Just as the doors finished closing I saw his shadow coming around the corner. I'm trying to calm my heart rate down while the elevator descends. It made it past like 10 floors until it stopped between floors all of a sudden. The red emergency light came on and I felt this creeping dread like I just walked myself into a trap. I managed to pry open a panel in the ceiling and started climbing out. I made it halfway through the opening when I heard him teleport in the elevator with what sounded like a very exasperated chuckle. All of a sudden a very large warm hand grabs my thigh and I'm being yanked back into the elevator. I landed in his embrace kneeling on the floor. His evol has me secured and feels erratic yet silky against my skin. It's like he's struggling to rein in the fiend inside of him. The energy in this cramped elevator is eerily similar to Catch 22, but I know that this isn't that timeline. I get shocked out of my spiraling thoughts when I get hit with the sensations of my neck being claimed by his mouth and the absolute monster being ground into my backside. And knowing how much strength and stamina this dragon has, I might as well make this elevator my new home because this is definitely not going to end after a couple rounds. I looked down and silently apologized to my punani. Just as he tried to speak through his growling, I woke up.
I've never been more blue balled and pissed off in my life.
Please put me out of my misery 😭
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Descent
A/N Sorry for the waiting, has been a bit rough to take the time for this but here were are. Thanks for your patience
Summary: You teased Sylus one too many times, thinking it would be harmless fun. Turns out, even dragons have a breaking point.
Sylus x f!reader // Word: 3.3 k Reading // Time: 13min // AO3
TAGS. NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! explicit content, semi public sex, mirror sex, over-stimulation, power dynamics, cum play, filthy smut, light bondage, evol restraint, oral sex, praise kink, degradation (mild), rough sex, possessive behaviour, smut without plot
Note: BDSM is based on mutual consent and trust. Every Dom/Sub dynamic is personal and unique. This story portrays Sylus in a rougher way than usual—please don’t take it as a full representation of the kink or his character.
Descent
You've been pushing him, teasing him, and now you're going to get exactly what you've been asking for. Sylus was never the yelling type. Never the one to corner or growl or raise his voice when it comes to you. He has a loot of patience, but even that has limits. And you've been testing them day after day, denying him sleep, peace, and your touch.
It started innocently enough. You'd flirt, then dodge his advances. You crashed his prized bike and were sloppy on a mission you should have skipped. And who could forget the cheeky “not now, Sy-Sy,” when he reached for you under the covers.
But today, you went too far. You pulled away just as he was about to have you. He had his hand on the buttons of your pants, ready to open them, and you smiled, teasing him with that soft voice of yours. He was so desperate for you, his cock rock hard and pulsing with a longing that has been building for too long. He's done waiting.
“Maybe later, honey.”
You didn’t expect him to go quiet. Or for that glint in his eyes to sharpen. And now you’re running. Sprinting through the corridors of his base with only the thrum of your heart and the echo of his footsteps behind you. You can hear him just behind you, close enough to send a shiver down your spine, but far enough away to make you question if he’s letting you get ahead. The answer is probably yes, and that’s a hundred times worse.
You dive into the elevator, mashing the panel with shaking fingers. Just as the doors begin to close, a shadow falls over the opening. You lean against the wall, your chest heaving, listening to the soft hum of the elevator. Why does it feel like you’re being hunted by something worse than a wanderer?
Floor 27… 26… 25…
A mechanical groan echoes through the elevator shaft, and the car shudders to a halt. The red emergency light flickers on, bathing you in a bloody glow. You slam your fist against the doors, but they won't open.
You tear at the panel above, scrambling, pulling yourself up and out of the elevator's metal box. You’ve barely made it halfway through when the air shifts, humming with static as his evol energy crackles to life.
A deep, growling exhale. “Where do you think you’re going?”
You yelp as the red mist wraps around your legs, dragging you back down. You land softly on your feets. His chest is at your back, a wall of heat, his evol slithering over you, curling around your limbs. You don’t dare look at him.
“Kitten, you’ve had your fun,” he breathes into your ear. “But you don’t get to run from me. Not after the week I’ve had.” There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes.
His other hand fisted in your shirt, yanking it just enough to expose your shoulder. Then his mouth was on you, biting and licking, claiming you like he was starving and you were the only thing that could ever feed him. You felt the sharp press of his teeth, the wet slide of his tongue against your skin.
“You crashed my bike. Gave me a heart attack on that mission,” he snarls, his voice a low, furious rumble. “Dodged my calls. Skipped cuddles with me, kitten.” Each offense was punctuated with a heated press of his body against yours, a subtle grind that left no doubt of his rising arousal. "And now you tease and make me chase you down?"”
You felt him, growing and grinding against you, his restraint a thin, snapping thread. The hunger in his eyes was fierce, a storm of need and anger.
"I was planning a romantic night with you," he growled, the words laced with raw intent. "Now... I'm not going to be easy on you."
You gulped, trying to bite back the smirk threatening your lips, a spark of your old cockiness refusing to be extinguished. "I thought you liked a little chase..."
“Oh, I do,” he murmurs, dark and hungry, lips dragging down your neck. “But you forgot, my love. The chase always ends the same way.”
But something in you, some terrible, reckless part, isn’t done playing yet. You shift in his hold, your hips rolling back in a deliberate, knowing press against the thick, unyielding heat pulsing against your ass. A soft sound escapes your throat, a mix of a gasp and a challenge. His evol energy surges, wrapping tighter around your body.
The laugh he lets out isn't amused. You open your mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to say something smug, but all that comes out is a soft moan as his hand drags down your body with agonizing slowness, tracing the curve of your hip, the line of your thigh.
“What is our safe word?” he breathes, his voice a dark rasp against your skin.
“Crow,” you manage to say, biting your lips.
“And?”
"I’ll give you three pats if it’s too much." He hums pleased.
“Good girl.” His eyes drag down your body. “Say goodbye to the next few hours,” he rasps, his voice fraying with unbridled hunger, with the need to devour you in every conceivable way. “Because until I’ve memorized every sound you’ve been holding back. Until your legs don’t work. Until you forget why you ever thought it was cute to run from me.”
His kiss was ravenous, a consuming force that stole your breath, your protests, and every last thought of escape. His mouth devoured yours, a frantic dance of tongues, wet and insistent, tasting of pure hunger. He broke away, leaving a trail of fire down your jaw, over your chin, and to the frantic pulse hammering at the base of your throat.
A rough sound ripped from his throat, as he tore at the buttons of your shirt. The fabric pulled, then ripped, baring your chest to the dim, red emergency light. His eyes, burning ruby coals, fixed on your breasts, already peaking in the cool air.
“Sy—” His hand, hot and calloused, cupped one breast, his thumb circling your nipple, flicking it mercilessly. A moan tore from your throat.
“You teased a fiend, well, weren’t you bold?”
His head dipped, and his mouth was on you, taking your nipple in a hot, wet suck that sent a shockwave straight to your core. He lathed it with his tongue, then drew it deeper, pulling, tugging, while his other hand found its way to the snap of your pants. With a single, deliberate flick of his evol they evaporate in nothing more than red particles. You gasped, hips instinctively thrusting against him, feeling the thick, unyielding press of his cock against your inner thigh. His mouth left your breast with a lewd pop, and before you could speak, his hand slid down, gripping your thigh and spreading you wider.
His hand slipped lower, tracing the hot, aching curve of your inner thigh. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your panties, then hooked, pulling them aside to expose the slick, swollen entrance to your pussy. His gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on his lips as his finger dipped into your wetness, circling your clit, drawing out a frantic whimper.
“Tell me,” he murmured, breath grazing your ear, “what exactly were you hoping for when you pulled away from me this morning? When you kissed me, made me think I was finally gonna get you?”
“I-I wanted…” He plays with your entrance but never pushes in.
“No, sweetheart,” he interrupted. His fingers left you, and you nearly sobbed from the loss. “Go down first,” he ordered, and it wasn’t a suggestion. You dropped to your knees before him, he exposed his cock in front of you, thick and engorged, glistening in the dim light.
You opened your mouth and he brought two fingers to your lips, wet from your own slick, and pushed them in without hesitation. You whimpered, taking him in, your mouth wrapping around his fingers. He watched every movement, the way your lips stretched, the way your jaw trembled. His fingers moved inside your mouth, pressing, stroking until your vision swam. You let out a muffled cry.
Spit slid down your chin, glistening in the red light, the movement was just as erotic as having his cock in your mouth. You wanted to touch yourself, to ease the unbearable ache, but Sylus's evol had your hands bound, behind your back, leaving you utterly at his mercy.
“Beg, kitten,” he murmured, his breath brushing your cheek. “Beg me to fuck you.” The words tangled on your tongue, lost in the overwhelming need.
You felt exposed, your uniform shirt torn, your panties still provocatively askew. What did you expect? Maybe you'd gone a little too far, or maybe you should have just told him what you wanted. You could’ve asked him. Whispered it against his neck in bed one night, soft and honest: “I want you to dominate me, Sylus.”
But somehow, being a brat, teasing him to this point, had seemed far more entertaining than simply asking for it because you liked it when he lost control. You loved seeing that burn in his eyes, that hunger barely kept in check. You liked the way his restraint cracked, the desperation slipping in when he realized you were pulling the strings. It made you feel powerful but now you were prey. His prey. This little stand will be paid in punishment.
“Syh— Pluhs—” you try to speak, your voice caught between a sob and a whimper.
“Please what?” he murmurs, his voice a honeyed threat, drawing out the words. “Can’t hear you, kitten.”
You shudder, legs already shaking, your core clenching around nothing. The complete lack of touch, the agonizing proximity, pushes you closer to the edge. He removes his finger from your mouth. “Stay open.” You barely had time to blink before his cock was in front of you, thick, flushed, leaking. He pressed the head to your lips, letting it smear your spit across your mouth as your breath stuttered against him. “If you still have energy to talk, then suck.”
Your lips parted into a trembling ‘O’, your tongue slipping out instinctively to taste him. You tried to stay still, to keep control but you were already too far gone. His cock pressed against your tongue, leaking just enough to coat your taste buds in that addictive, musky salt. You moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut as the flavor hit you. Sylus let out a low, dark chuckle, full of heat and triumph.
“If you’re going to act like a spoiled brat, you better learn how to beg. Now look at me while you earn your forgiveness.” He gripped a fistful of your hair, forcing your teary eyes up to meet his.
Then he pushed deeper into your mouth letting you feel the stretch. Your lips parted wider, gagging softly around him as your throat tightened. His dominance wasn’t just in the strength of his body, it was in the patience he wielded like a knife, slicing you open with every command.
His hips rolled forward just enough to nudge deeper past your lips, making you moan around him. Your thighs clenched together, trying to soothe the ache between them, but the evol around your wrists pulsed, reminding you who was in control.
“Take me deeper, kitten,” he growled.
And you tried—eyes glassy, breath catching, your whole body trembling. You’d poked the dragon and now he was going to ruin you. And gods… You’d never wanted anything more. You gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Sylus didn’t let up. His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, gentle in contrast to the rough way he fucked your mouth. Your throat ached. Your lungs begged. Your body begged harder.
When he finally pulled out, you were gasping, spit smeared across your mouth, your chest heaving, and your thighs shaking from the strain of staying upright on your knees.
His evol coiled tighter around your wrists and ankles, lifting you effortlessly. You gasped as your toes left the floor, suspended and restrained. Sylus leaned back against the wall, eyes dragging slowly over your body as he guided you toward him midair.
“We’re trying something new today,” he murmured.
Your back arched instinctively as he pulled you down just enough to spread your legs, lifting one of your thighs onto his shoulder. The position had you wide open. Your dripping pussy hovered inches from his face, heat pulsing between your legs, body begging for friction.
“You okay up there?” he asked softly, almost mockingly. You nodded quickly, your breath caught somewhere between anticipation and need. The evol pulsed once, almost affectionate. “Good,” Sylus murmured. “Don’t tap out yet.”
Then his mouth crashed into your pussy. He licked you like you were the last drop of delicious ice cream left, tongue dragging up your slit, groaning against you like you were the only thing that ever satisfied him. The first swipe of his tongue made your head fall back with a cry, your body trembling violently as he moaned against you.
“Fuck,” he growled into you, voice muffled by your folds. “I missed you.” He sucked your clit into his mouth and your vision whited out. You didn’t know what you were moaning anymore, his name, yes, but also curses, desperate nonsense, please.
Your eyes rolled back. “Sylus, oh my god, Sy—”
He didn’t stop. If anything, the sound of his name only made him hungrier. His grip on your thighs tightened, pushing your hips up, his tongue lashing and curling, a relentless assault until every thought was wiped clean, until the only thing you could feel was his mouth. Your pussy pulsed around his tongue, gushing with a fluid heat that soaked his jaw, trailing down his chin. You could feel yourself coming apart, every inch of you melting for him. You tried to close your legs, overstimulated but the evol wouldn’t let you. It held you open, and when you started to cum, he moaned against you.
“Don’t even think about running from me again,” he said, voice wrecked with arousal, licking his lips as he looked up at you, your juices still glistening on his mouth.
Then his hand gripped your ass, dragging you lower. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance and he paused.
“Can you continue?” you are breathing heavily, getting still down from your orgasm. You nod. That was all the permission he needed.
He slammed into you with one brutal, perfect thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. Your scream echoed in the elevator, broken and breathless, unadulterated pleasure. He kept going, dragging you straight into the edge of overstimulation, a delicious agony that threatened to shatter you.
“S-Sy…” you gasped, barely more than a broken moan.
He grunted against your skin, as he thrust up into you, again and again, merciless and deep, grinding into the spot that made your vision blur. You were stretched wide, body still reeling from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of you with his mouth, and now he was fucking you through the aftershocks. Your whole body jerked with every slam of his hips. Your walls clenched hard around him, your body pulsing like fire, pleasure edging into pain and back again until you were spiraling.
“Don’t come yet, sweetie,” he warned. “Hold it.”
Before you could protest, his evol tightened around your waist and flipped you midair. He pulled out, leaving you empty, gasping only to reposition you effortlessly, floating and weightless, your body turned to face the mirror on the elevator wall. Your reflection was wrecked: eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, hair a tangled mess of sweat and lust. The emergency light painted your skin in deep red, highlighting every trembling line of your body, every twitch of your overstimulated thighs. Your eyes locked on him.
Sylus had removed his black shirt at some point, and now his bare chest pressed flush against your back, glistening with sweat, muscles taut and heaving with every breath. Stray strands of silver hair clung to his damp neck, and the look on his face hungry and wild, sent a new wave of arousal coursing through you.
You barely had time to breathe before his hand grabbed your hips again. He positioned himself behind you, dragging you close to him. His chest against your back. “Eyes on the mirror,” he growled. Your legs were held wide by his evol, no chance to close them, no chance to hide from the view. He slid in again, letting you watch every goddamn inch disappear inside you. He bottled up with a brutal thrust that knocked your moan loose into the still, red-lit air.
Bouncing you on his cock, your body jerking with every thrust as your sanity unraveled. His hand slid up to your chest, grabbing both breasts, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples hard enough to make you cry out again. Then his mouth was on your neck, biting, claiming, sending more sparks to your already-flooded core.
“Sylus… please… I’m gonna…”
“You can do better,” he snarled in your ear. “What happened to all that bratty confidence?”
“Sy—!”
“Come on, kitten. Try harder,” he said, “Did you forget how you teased me?” Your moans were incoherent now. Wet sounds filled the air, his cock slamming into you, the slap of skin against skin, your own desperate cries. You were so close.
“I… ah-ah, sorry, I didn’t… I should—” You were trying, but the words fell apart in your throat, torn to pieces by the intensity. Sylus growled, he pulled you off his cock. “No… nooo!”
He turned your face toward the mirror, one hand gripping your jaw, the other dragging his cock slowly along your slit but not entering.
“Try. Again.” His tip slid over your clit.
“I…” you panted. “I teased you. I-I fuck… I wanted to see you snap. I wanted this… Please, Sylus, I’m sorry…”
His cock shoved into you mid-sentence, cutting off your words with a scream.
“That’s more like it,” he growled.
His arm wrapped around your belly, keeping you bouncing on him, your moans going breathless as your orgasm slammed through you.
“Good girl,” he rasped into your ear, breath hot and heavy. “So fucking tight when you come… fuck.”
You whimpered as he kept moving, his cock grinding deep, dragging across your most sensitive spot, and the aftershocks of your orgasm turned into a third wave building too fast.
“Sylus… ahhh, wait!”
“No,” he growled. “You can take it. You’re gonna keep taking it until I fill you up.”
His thrusts were relentless now. Your pussy was a mess and he was still pounding into it like he’d die if he stopped. He thrust so deep you choked on your own moan, your head falling back against his shoulder.
“You want me to fill you up?
“Yes, yes, do it!”
A ragged moan tore from his throat as his hips snapped forward, once, twice and then he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing deep inside you. His entire body locked around you.
“Fuck! Take it, kitten.” Your whole body trembled, helpless in his hold as he emptied himself into you, filling you up so deep and full you could feel the warmth spreading inside you.
He stayed buried in you, panting against your skin, his chest heaving as he slowly came down, his cum leaking from your stretched cunt, your legs barely holding you upright even with his evol keeping you suspended. Finally, his hand came up, brushing your sweaty hair back from your face. His lips found your cheek warm and soft after all that chaos.
“Still think teasing me was worth it?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear.
And fuck, despite everything… you might still say yes.
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