Summary: Confessing a long-held fantasy to Sylus resulted in you running for your life in a forest. Can you outrun the leader of Onychinus? Doubtful, but you were having the time of your life trying anyway.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, fem!reader implied, role play, primal play (chasing, being hunted), reader is held down and restrained, rough, teasing, manhandling, inappropriate use of evol, Sylus is a little mean in this, rip to the reader’s hole 🙏🏾 (3k wc)
A/N: Um…idek what came over me. I had to take breaks while I wrote this tbh🫣
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Barreling ahead, you tried your best not to stumble over the fallen tree branches, rocks and debris decorating the forest floor. It felt like you had been running away from him all night.
Although you would consider yourself in shape, even fighting wanderers did not push your body to its limit as much as tonight has. Your breathing was labored to the point that you were worried you would give away your position.
Determination was the main thing keeping you focused. But if you were being brutally honest — your legs and feet were starting to ache, and your body was enveloped in a thin layer of sweat.
You’re not sure how much longer you can go on like this. That coupled with the fact that you have not caught sight or heard him yet had your nerves working overtime. Just when taking a break started to look like a real possibility — the sound of a twig snapping close by prompted you to keep moving.
You knew he was intentionally messing with you. Because, you have experienced how soundlessly he could move around when he wanted to. But, having no other choice, you shook out your wobbly legs and were off again.
Flashback:
You’ve been pacing for the past few minutes, and your stomach was in knots.
Currently, you were waiting for Sylus to show up to your apartment because you had something important to discuss with him. This topic was nothing new. You’ve tried — and failed — casually bringing up your interest in a certain kink. A kink that involved being chased, hunted, held down and dominated. Just thinking about Sylus doing any of those things to you was thrilling. But you clam up every time you try to start a discussion.
It was beyond frustrating.
To further complicate matters, you aren’t the best at explaining things. The longer your garbled explanations went on, the more you unraveled. And soon after came the overwhelmed tears. Your boyfriend, Sylus — bless his heart — has been endlessly patient with you. It’s like he instinctually knew you were trying to express something that’s deeply personal but you’re weren’t ready to yet.
He's never pushed you. But you can tell he is genuinely interested in and curious about what you want to say. No matter what he is up to at the time, he drops everything to give you his full attention. Sylus consistently makes you feel seen, heard and loved. Which is why you wanted to share this with him, despite the embarrassment it is taking to reach your destination. And after experiencing the crushing feeling that accompanied yet another failed attempt a few days ago — you made a decision.
To improve your odds, you’ve been practicing how this conversation may go. Both by yourself and with the help of your friends Tara and Simone. You’re not entirely sure either of them will look at you the same after your practice sessions, but they were good sports about it. And as a thank you, you gifted a spooky cat themed tarot card deck to Tara and a unique weapon (to modify as she pleased) to Simone.
After agonizing over having this conversation for real this time, you decided to take the leap of faith. You were sure that Sylus wouldn’t turn you down, because he is always encouraging (begging) you to be greedy about the things you want. Whether it be obtaining material items, spending time with him, or trying new things in the bedroom. All you have to do is ask.
But asking is the step that’s giving you the most trouble. It is the only thing standing in between you and fulfilling your long-held fantasy. You’ve never felt safe enough to bring up with anyone really (besides friends of course). But you’re sick of holding this in, you need to let it out. For better or worse.
Standing still for the first time in the past hour, you audibly sighed and covered your eyes as reality hit. You’re going to discuss something incredibly vulnerable today.
You can, and have, trusted Sylus with your life but even the slim chance of being judged for your interests was putting you on edge. Before you can spiral further, a knock on the glass door of your balcony drew your attention.
Hurrying over to let him in, you try to force a smile despite your inner turmoil.
“You were going to wear away the wood flooring if I let you pace any longer.”
Ah. He was always too observant for your own good.
“Very funny,” you grumbled while rolling your eyes.
Taking one of his hands in yours, you tugged him towards your living room couch without another word. When he sits down you don’t join him. Instead, you stand in front of him, looking down as you fiddled with the hemline of your shirt.
Your nerves were shot.
And somehow the practice sessions you held with your friends have all but slipped your mind. This left you feeling like a deer caught in headlights as your mouth opened then shut without making a sound.
“I haven’t seen you this nervous before. Come here and tell me what’s on your mind. Between the two of us, I’m sure we can resolve it.”
Sylus held out a hand to you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concern. Once you placed your hand in his, he pulled you down to sit sideways in his lap. You could feel his carmine eyes trace your face, trying to glean what was wrong without pestering you to speak before you were ready.
You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply to steel yourself. The pounding of your heart was so strong you wondered if he could hear it.
“Sylus…I wanted to ask you something.”
“Go on. You can ask me anything,” he replied in a dulcet tone that put you at ease.
Finally feeling emboldened, you asked the burning question that was on your mind.
“What do you know about primal play?”
Current time:
Tonight was anything but normal. Mainly because you were trying your hardest to evade an apex predator.
Someone who seemed to have:
No weaknesses
Immeasurable amounts of strength
Unbelievable movement speed
Impeccable strategic skills
You’re not sure how much longer you can keep narrowly escaping capture. It’s obvious he’s toying with you, because if he really wanted to, he could catch you in an instant.
You’re begrudgingly grateful that he’s playing along though, because despite your exhausted state you don’t want this to end anytime soon. You’ve been horny since receiving your invitation yesterday.
Sy 🐦⬛♥️: 1.28175°N, 103.85137°E
Sy 🐦⬛♥️: tomorrow, 10 pm
Although the entire premise of tonight was based around your fantasies — you had no idea how real it would feel to be in this situation. Your pulse was racing, your mouth was dry, and you could not stop darting your eyes around. You were practically expecting him to emerge from the shadows at any moment.
You can’t help but feel that your capture is imminent. Yet, in spite of this, you continue to push your body forward. Tonight, you’ve had the opportunity to use a few skills obtained from working at the Hunter’s Association to your advantage.
After a few minutes of aimlessly wandering around, you reached a clearing. Said clearing held a tree stump that looked like the perfect seat to rest your weary body on. You knew that letting down your guard right now was not the wisest choice. But at the same time, you did not want to collapse from fatigue before the real fun began. So, you sluggishly made your way to the stump, plopped down, and finally gave your overworked feet a brief respite.
You were mid yawn when a hand covered your mouth, smashing your lips against his palm. When you tensed up, a firm arm wrapped around your waist caging you in completely.
Your eyes popped open as you instinctively struggled against the ensnarement. Wriggling your body, twisting your head side to side, and even trying to bite the hand that was covering your mouth did not faze your captor. In the end, you only succeeded in tiring yourself out.
And during all of this, he was silent behind you. No huffs of amusement, no words uttered. Just sheer strength preventing your body from moving away from his. When you ran out of energy to fight back it was eerily silent in the forest. This not only unnerved you, but it made your heart pump harder against your chest.
All you could hear was your own heavy breathing and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. It was nearly pitch black around you, barring the twinkling stars overhead serving as your saving grace.
Satisfied with seeing the fight leave your body, he finally spoke.
“Did you really think you could hide from me?”
Your face flushed at his mocking tone.
With your mouth still covered, you could not answer him. Instead, a muffled whimper was your only reply.
“No matter where you are, who you are with, or what you are doing. I will always be able to find you.”
Still keeping ahold of you, he leaned down then ran his nose along the column of your neck starting from where it met your shoulder all the way up to your ear. You shuddered hearing him inhale your scent like it was a delicacy, purposefully exhaling on the shell of your sensitive ear.
“Do you know why that is?”
Struggling to stay present and not succumb to the arousing sensations it took you a while to realize he was waiting for a response. You shook your head.
“Because you are mine.”
He said it so confidently, like it is a universal truth. Like you belonging to him was a fact that could not be disproven nor rendered obsolete. Which did nothing to dampen how turned on you were. Since he caught you unawares, your panties have been pasted to you. Sticky with evidence of your need.
After his declaration he removed his hand from your mouth and wasted no time pushing you off the stump.
You squealed as your hands and knees met the ground.
“W- what are you doing?” you asked breathily.
Sylus chuckled lowly without answering you. Since you met, there have been plenty of laughs shared between the two of you. But tonight, it sounded like his voice dropped an octave. And it sent a chill down your spine.
“Guess,” he purred.
You gulped as he started to strip you of your clothing. First your shoes and socks, then he rolled your athletic tights down your legs. You were left in nothing but your damp underwear, t-shirt and sports bra, practically laid bare but completely at his mercy. It made you feel vulnerable in a way that was exhilarating yet uncomfortable.
As Sylus turned away to place your clothes in a neat stack, you were on your feet once again. Running into the woods with bare feet. The crunch of fallen leaves under your soles echoed loudly in your ears.
Goosebumps broke out on your skin when his incredulous chuckle reached you. Quicker than your eyes could track, Sylus appeared in front of you, blocking your path. His right eye glowed as his gaze was intent on you, giving him insight into your deepest desires. Further stripping away any layer of protection — mental or otherwise — you had left.
You tried to juke him, but he wasn’t easily fooled, instead, you crashed right into his chest. A whoosh of air was forced out of your lungs on impact.
Tired of your games, he quickly clamped his arms around you. Your nipples pebbled in anticipation as your arms were trapped against your side and your chest was crushed against him.
“Bravo,” he murmured condescendingly.
“I thought you tired yourself out, but I suppose I was wrong.”
“And to think — I was being nice earlier. But if you want to play dirty…I will as well.”
The black and red tendrils of his evol surrounded your wrists, pulling them behind your back to act as makeshift handcuffs. Once your hands were secured, he made his way behind you. Then, he pressed down on your shoulders, making you drop to your knees. Next, he pushed on your back, encouraging you to bend over. Your cheek pressed into the ground, making you arch your underwear covered bottom towards him.
In what seemed to require as much effort as tearing a piece of paper in half — he ripped the gusset of your underwear in two to expose your sopping wet mound to the chilly nighttime air.
You trembled and held your breath as your hole winked in response to the sudden change in temperature. You were helpless, unable to do nothing but await his next move.
Sylus let out a guttural sound at the sight you made.
You were glistening between your folds under the moon light. The position you were in could not be more submissive. Watching you shake like a leaf on the forest floor made you look like an animal cowering in fear.
When you first proposed this idea Sylus was surprised to say the least. His sweet kitten requesting to be stalked, hunted and treated like an animal was never something he thought of. Admittedly your discussion gave him pause, but he agreed because he would try anything for you.
But tonight, he’s been caught off guard with how easily he stepped into this “predator” role. He hasn’t stopped bulging against the zipper of his pants since this show began.
And you…weren’t making things any easier. You performed beautifully tonight. And now that he’s restrained you, you looked like a ripe and juicy fruit, ready to be devoured.
So, he did.
When he dug his hands into the plush of your thighs, he felt you twitch in response. He used this hold to push your legs apart. Then, he leaned in to enjoy his well-earned meal.
He lapped hungrily at the seam of your mound making sure to lather plenty of saliva over your opening. He savored the sounds you made when he dipped his tongue teasingly into your hole, making your ass jiggle as you jolted forward.
You were never left unsatisfied with Sylus’ performance in the bedroom. But tonight, the way he moved, touched and tasted you was distinctly different. It’s like like he’s been possessed. The slurping and sucking sounds coming from behind you were making you blush. He was being so loud, unabashed in his pursuit of making your mind go blank.
You tried to pull away from him, but instead of a temporary reprieve, you cried out when he forcefully pulled you back onto his tongue. He pinched your clit as punishment before pulling away to gruffly say, “don’t run.”
Then he gathered some of your slick to rub your bundle of nerves, continuing to lick up your juices. The dual stimulation was sending sharp jolts of euphoria through you and before long you shattered against his face.
You felt Sylus growl against your pussy as you spasm. When you finally still and begin to relax into the dirt, his silky voice breaks through the peaceful atmosphere.
“We aren’t done.”
“I need a break, that was so much,” you protested, lacking conviction.
“Oh you don’t need a break kitten, you are perfectly ready to take me,” he said before notching himself against you then bottoming out in one push.
You keened from the struggle of adjusting to his sudden entry. It was no secret that Sylus encouraged you to take charge in and outside of the bedroom. But in contrast, seeing him indulge in his dominant side tonight made you feel hot all over. Your clit throbbed each time he bested you tonight and arrogantly exerted his control.
Sylus held onto your hips then withdrew until just his tip remained. With little pause he thrust back in — setting an unforgiving pace. Your gummy walls desperately clung to him, almost refusing to let go. His length was covered in your juices, nearly gluing his hips to your backside each time they met.
He was beyond elated to finally feel you, after watching your every move and trailing you throughout the forest. Your unrestrained moans were throwing him into a frenzy. With the last of his restraint gone, he couldn’t resist pounding you into the ground. He needed to draw more of those addicting sounds from you.
It turned him on beyond measure to see and feel how much you were enjoying this crushingly erotic experience. He could feel himself getting close, but he needed more of you.
He could never have enough.
Dissipating his evol, he pulled your torso towards him until your back met his chest. He settled his forearm around your neck to keep you in place.
Sylus did not squeeze your neck hard, but the firm presence of his veiny appendage made your breath catch in your throat. Not giving you much time to adjust to the new position, he carried on rutting into you until you saw stars.
As you approached your release, you melted against him while he continued burying himself into your aching hole. With little warning he filthily groaned into your ear before you felt him splash your insides with his essence.
Soon, you are tumbling over the edge as well — cursing as your walls convulse uncontrollably around his cock. When he pulled out, you winced as you felt the mess that was left behind.
Your body was wrung dry. And you can already feel where bruises will form tomorrow. But, in spite of it all, this was everything you could have hoped for. Your mind feels too cloudy to fully articulate how fulfilling this experience was.
“That was amazing,” you mumbled.
His gaze was fond as he helped you get dressed before picking you up.
Sylus chuckled as he rasped, “I’m glad you had fun sweetie. Let’s get you home so I can clean you up, hmm?”
As far as aftercare goes, Sylus did not skimp. After arriving to his place, he brought you a glass of water, placed you in a warm bath, fed you, then put you to both to bed.
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Having fled to the stars many centuries ago and lying in wait; planning, experimenting, the alien beings known as the Toh-Ka have finally engineered a batch of champions to reclaim their homeland and re-establish their roles as the native caretakers of the Severed Veils.
