Hyperballad
Pairing: Soft!Void/The Sentry/Bob/Robert Reynolds x Fem!Reader!
Summary: When your ovulation period begins one night you become absolutely restless, seeking relief of any kind, and The Void decides to step in to help you out.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Smut, Fluff, Reader is ovulating (and they’ve got a history of their ovulation periods causing them to be insatiable basically), Reader and Bob (and Co.) are in an established relationship.
Smut Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (wrap it up y’all), Breeding Kink, Oral Sex (female receiving), Fingering, The Void is definitely Soft and wants to provide relief for the reader, Nipple/Breast Play, Sensual Sex, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Use of Good Girl, Bruising, Biting, Gets a bit rough, Mentions of Breeding, Hints of Dacryphilia, Aftercare
Author’s Note: Ahhhh. Couldn’t help but write some smutty Soft Void. Can’t help but love that shadowed hat man lol. Hope y’all enjoy <3
Word Count: 7,799
It didn’t always happen like this.
Most months passed in total calmness. Your ovulation came and went without so much as a ripple–no more than a faint elevation in your body temperature, maybe a little bit of extra heat settling on your cheeks, or a vague sense of being hyper aware of your body. Sometimes you only realized it had passed once it was already over. Only once–since you had been with Bob–had it taken you kike this: a fever of need, a sharp and aching sensitivity that left your wrecked in your own skin. You had cried into his chest that night, shamed and undone by how restless and desperate you felt. And he hadn’t hesitated for a moment–he had soothed you, and taken care of you immediately, even while his eyes betrayed how much he worried over the state you were in. He never mentioned it again, but he became more aware and more in tune with your cycle and made sure to be prepared if anything like that would ever happen again.
You had chalked it up to a freak imbalance in your hormones. A cruel twist of biology you hoped would never happen again.
But tonight, it had.
The ache pulled you out of your sleep like a hook in your ribs. At first it was a whisper, a slow throb in your belly that pulse slowly. But then it sharpened, expanding outward, like a molten knot that radiated and passed through your hips, your thighs, into your core, and digging into the hollow of your spine. It was a hunger so fierce it bordered on painful, and it was an ache that made your muscles clench and tremble. You blinked into the dark, heat prickling along your skin, as your chest rose and fell in shallow bursts.
You were already soaked, you could feel it when you shifted slightly. The cotton of your panties clung to your swollen core, dragging over your clit with every tiny movement, sending shivers up your spine until you wanted to cry. Sweat slicked the inside of the t-shirt you had borrowed from The Void, damp patches spreading beneath your breasts, between your shoulder blades, and down your lower back. You felt like you wanted to tear the fabric off yourself bit by bit until they were mere shreds, because every brush of it against your scorching skin seemed to magnify the fever that was burning through you.
And you couldn’t seek relief, because you were cocooned.
The Void’s arm was cinched tight around your waist, his forearm pressing firm and unyielding across your stomach. His cool palm laid heavy and broad over your midsection, holding you flat to him, keeping your position perfectly secured. His bare chest was pressed into your back–an immovable wall–with his weight trapping you. And everywhere around your body was anchored, as the tendrils had slipped out and claimed you throughout the night.
Two curled gently around your wrists, holding them to your chest like they were clasped in prayer. Another banded across your ribs, a velvet strap that rose and fell with every shallow breath you fought to take. A thick coil stretched broad across your hips, its weight pressing you into the mattress. Two more wrapped snug around your thigh, silk-heavy restraints that made your pulse throb beneath their hold. One had slipped beneath the crook of your knees, canting your legs open just enough to expose the heat between them to the cool temperature that he radiated. Smaller coils spiraled down your calves, looping around your ankles like vines. And around your throat, softest of all, one laid in a loose collar–not tight, nor cruel, only brushing lightly over the frantic hammer of your pulse.
You were practically wrapped head to toe in darkness. Swaddled, and enveloped as if you were an extension of him.
Most nights, this was peace to you. He was your sanctuary, your safety, your claim and your calmness. But tonight, that security felt like pure torture.
Every tendril pressed too close. The one at your hips brushed the waistband of your panties absentmindedly, grazing just shy of where your body screamed for relief. The ones on your thighs denied you the chance to press together–not on purpose, it was just by chance. And they were all pulsing in sync with you, because you were the one thing that they tethered to. Layered over everything though was him.
HIs scent surrounded you, caressing you with every breath. Smoke and steel, ozone sharp enough to sting your tongue, threaded with the faint sweetness that could only belong to him. It filled your lungs, coated your mouth and slipped down your throat, and soaked into your pores until it drowned you. Each inhale you took dragged the hunger deeper, and each exhale made the ache sharper.
You tried to still yourself. You tried to breathe through it, to will it away. But the dampness continued to soak the fabric and it continued to catch on your clit with each twitch of your hips. It felt like your insides were burning, twisting cruelly within your womb, tightening no matter how you tried to fight it. You shifted slowly, moving back against The Void in search of relief, but it only made it worse. The cotton clung and pulled, sparking pleasure so instant and out of nowhere it stole your breath. The tendrils responded immediately, tightening around you–a gentle reflex that stole what little room you had to move.
Your body convulsed with frustrated need. Tears pricked at your lashes, and you bit your lips so hard until you tasted iron. You tried to hold it in, but your chest hitched with shallow, frantic gasps.
Then the sound broke free. A whimper, high and ragged, a desperate little sob.
It didn’t sound like want. It sounded like pain.
The bed shifted. And the arm around your waist drew taut, pulling you tighter for a moment before easing. The tendrils pulsed once, their nest around you rippling as if they too had heard the desperate little noise that escaped your throat. You could hear The Void’s breathing change. The steady rhythm of sleep fractured, deepening into long heavy pulls of air that dragged over the crown of your head. It wasn’t the breath of someone merely waking–it was searching and deliberate, like he was smelling you, and tasting the heat and anguish bleeding from your pores. His chest pressed more firmly into your back as he shifted even closer, his face burrowing into your hair. When he turned his head, you felt the faint graze of his lips–damp and cool–against the shell of your ear.
”Are you okay?” He asked, his voice rough with sleep, but weighing with a concern that only he could have for you. His hand moved as he spoke, dragging slowly over your stomach, pressing through the soaked cotton of his t-shirt that clung to your body. The coolness of his velvet skin made you shudder where it passed over the damp patches, soothing the fever just enough to give you a split second of relief before the ache ruptured through you again.
You shook your head quickly, the admission spilling from you before you even had a thought to keep it in. The motion made the tears that clouded your vision slip free–hot, helpless drops escaping from the corners of your eyes, sliding down across the bridge of your nose until they dripped onto the pillow beneath your head.
He stilled at the action, and the energy around him shifted, subtle but undeniable. He wasn’t just half awake anymore, and he wasn’t drifting on instinct–he was fully present now. You could feel it in the way his weight adjusted, and the way the tendrils that came from him stirred as if waiting for a command.
He moved with slow certainty, pushing himself upright behind you. The mattress dipped with his shift, and immediately the tendrils obeyed, unwinding from the cocoon they’d woven around your body. But they didn’t vanish. They reformed, flowing like liquid silk, lifting you with eerie gentleness, guiding you onto your back as if you were weightless. The shadows moved with a reverence that mirrored his own hands–placing you, not trapping you, until you were laid flat against the sheets, your chest heaving, your sweat-slick skin shining in the dim.
You blinked up through the darkness, dazed and fevered, until your eyes found him.
He loomed above you, his form a living silhouette of shadow. And yet his eyes–those pale, glowing pupils–cut through it all, steady and piercing, like twin moons hovering over you and casting their coolness over your skin. They swept over your face with agonizing slowness, meticulous in their reading. He saw everything, the sheen of sweat that made a few strands of hair stick to your temples, the wet shine of tears clinging to your lashes, and the frantic rise and fall of your chest that you couldn’t calm, no matter how hard you tried.
There was no judgement in his gaze, no distance, just love and concern.
His hand rose, sliding into your vision, until his palm cupped your cheek. The touch was steady and ground, cool against your scorching skin. His thumb brushed tenderly across your temple, catching the dampness of sweat, wiping it away as if it offended him to see you so uncomfortable.
The contrast made your throat ache, and you leaned into it without meaning to, your lips parting on a shudder as if the pressure of his hand would steady the whirlwind that ruptured and broke open inside your body, another whimper slipping out of your mouth. You could see the way his eyes narrowed at the noise.
”Y/N…” He started softly, threaded with concern so heavy it seemed to darken the air around you, “What’s wrong, my love?” Another fresh set of tears welled in your eyes at the sound of his voice, that gentle endearment wrapping around you like silk chains. It was too much–it unraveled you from the inside out. Your stomach knotted painfully, your throat tight, your lashes clinging with wetness as you tried to hold yourself together. You shook your head, the movement tiny, trembling, and finally the words scraped free in a broken croak.
“I–I woke up like this… Void, I’m in so much pain…” His fingers twitched faintly against your cheek, the smallest crack in his stillness betraying the surge of feeling beneath his skin. He leaned closer, his cool breath ghosting over your fever-hot flesh, his gaze chasing yours when you tried to turn away. His voice came low, coaxing, velvet smoothed with care.
“Show me where it hurts…” The instruction was soft but left no room for denial. With shaking hands, you reached up to the one still cupping your cheek, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. His skin was impossibly cool, a balm even in your desperation. Slowly, with shame and need tangling in your chest, you guided him downward–over the line of your sternum, past the damp cling of his t-shirt stretched tight across your body–down, down until his palm hovered at the soaked cotton of your panties. The moment his hand pressed there, your hips lifted desperately, chasing contact, unable to stop yourself. You writhed under his touch, tears spilling anew as a small, helpless whimper broke free.
“I feel like I’m dying, Void…I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know why it’s so bad tonight…” Your voice cracked under the weight of it, words dissolving into breathy sobs. The pained pleasure was so sharp it made your eyes burn, mortification searing in your chest even as need forced the confession from you.
“Shhh…” He hushed you immediately, the sound soft, a lullaby in the dark. The tendrils tightened around your body, not harsh but embracing, a cocoon pressing you closer to him as though his shadows themselves wanted to soothe. His lips hovered just above yours, his voice low and coaxing. “Hey, hey…It’s okay. Look at me…”
Your bottom lip quivered, and for a moment you thought you couldn’t. But the weight of his words tugged at you, anchored you, and you forced yourself to lift your gaze. His eyes pulsed faintly, the pale moons of his pupils expanding and contracting like a steady heartbeat.
“You’re just having a rough ovulation period,” he murmured, his voice so steady, so sure it almost made you believe it wasn’t monstrous at all. “All you need is a little bit of relief.” As he spoke, his fingers pressed firmer against the damp fabric, dragging slowly along the wet heat of your core. The motion was unhurried, deliberate, the kind of touch that said he had all the time in the world to take care of you.
“It’s nothing I can’t fix…”
A shaky sigh tore out of you at the contact, your hips rising helplessly into his palm. Your voice came small and shattered, begging before you could stop yourself.
“God, please Void…Please…Please help me.” The words hung between you, ragged and raw, and you could feel how they stirred him. His body shifted, his breath caught faintly in his throat. He had never heard you like this before–so desperate, so close to breaking, begging with tears streaking your cheeks. The sound of it struck through him like lightning, twisting want and worry together until his own stomach knotted with arousal. It was unbearable and intoxicating all at once.
He let out a small, steadying sigh, then leaned forward, his lips brushing your damp cheek. He kissed along the salt-streaked skin, tasting the tears you hadn’t been able to hold back. Each press of his mouth was soft, chasing away every trace of wetness until all that remained was the clean press of his affection. When he reached the corner of your mouth, he lingered, then tilted his head and claimed your lips fully.
His mouth was cool against your fevered heat, the contrast so sharp it made you moan into him immediately. He moved with aching slowness, savoring you, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste the salt and the sweetness of your mouth. His hand still pressed against your soaked panties, grounding you, steadying you, while his lips consumed every sound you tried to make. His tongue tangled with yours, deliberate strokes that coaxed rather than demanded, deepening the kiss until you felt your body melt into him despite the ache still tearing through you.
You moaned again, broken and breathless, and he caught the sound, swallowing it like he could keep it safe inside him. His mouth pressed harder against yours for a moment, a low hum vibrating in his chest, before he finally pulled back just enough to breathe you in.
His forehead nearly touched yours, his lips still grazing your mouth as he whispered, low and tender, the words vibrating through the space between you.
“I’ve got you, Y/N…You know I’ll always help you. You never have to beg me.” You almost sobbed at his reassurance, the vow sinking into you even as the ache in your body sharpened again. Your chest rose and fell erratically, the air burning in your lungs, but you let it out on a shudder when he bent his head and kissed slowly along your jaw. Each press of his mouth was gentle, his cool lips skating over your fevered skin, dragging at the edge of your composure.
Then you felt the shift. His weight moved, pressing lower, his body sliding between your parted thighs until he was above you fully. The mattress dipped beneath the cage of his form, his chest sealing against yours, cool velvet flesh smothering the sweat-slick cling of your shirt. The sudden temperature contrast made you gasp, the sound breaking into a moan as your nipples tightened instantly beneath the thin cotton. The friction was exquisite agony, every brush against his chest sending sparks through your nerves.
His lips found yours again, hungrier this time. The kiss was heated, open-mouthed, a clash of need and comfort as his tongue swept into your mouth and tangled with yours. You moaned into him, and his hand–still pressed firmly against the soaked fabric of your panties–moved in slow, deliberate circles. Slick gathered instantly, seeping through until his palm was wet with you, and every drag of his fingers made your hips jolt helplessly against him.
You ground into his touch, shameless and desperate, whimpering into his mouth as though you could climb inside him just to escape the ache. He swallowed each broken sound, and you felt the faint curve of his lips–he was smiling into the kiss, tasting your desperation like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever known.
When he pulled back, you almost cried at the loss. His pale eyes glowed down at you, feverishly steady, before he rasped, “Take off your shirt for me.”
You didn’t hesitate. Your hands flew to the hem of the sweat-damp cotton, tugging it upward so quickly you nearly tore the seams. You ripped it off in one motion, tossing it aside without care before launching yourself forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders. You dragged him down against you again, clinging to him, nails biting faint crescents into the velvet-dark flesh of his back as though you feared he might pull away.
“Please,” You breathed against his mouth, almost sobbing again. Your hands roved everywhere–his shoulders, his arms, the back of his neck–anywhere you could touch. The desperation made your movements clumsy, frantic, but he met every grasp with steady patience. His hand pressed harder against your drenched core, keeping you grounded while your body writhed beneath him.
His mouth pressed against your jaw, trailing downward with aching slowness. Cool lips and tongue dragged over flushed skin, and when he reached the swell of your breast, you gasped his name, arching up into him instinctively. He didn’t make you wait–his mouth closed over your nipple, tongue swirling, lips sucking gently before pulling harder, leaving a wet heat in his wake. The sharp cry that tore from your throat echoed in the darkness, broken and high, and he hummed against you as if savoring it. He dragged his teeth lightly over the peaked bud, then soothed it with his tongue, alternating kisses and sucks until you were clutching his silky hair between your fingers and pushing him closer.
His free hand slid to your other breast, kneading with care, thumb circling until both were hard and sensitive beneath his touch. His pale eyes flicked up to watch you, glowing with a mixture of reverence and hunger, his lips pulling free with a wet pop before latching again. He kissed, sucked, and marked until you felt your skin buzzing, little blooms of heat decorating your chest where his mouth had worshiped.
The noises pouring out of you were shameless–moans, whimpers, cries of his name. You could barely keep still, your hips grinding up into the hand still working you through your panties, chasing friction, tears still clinging to your lashes.
He let out a soft laugh, dark and low, pulling back from your breast just enough to whisper against your damp skin. “So noisy already…” His tongue flicked over your nipple before sucking hard again, making you sob. “Can’t wait to hear what kind of sounds you’ll make when I have my mouth on that desperate little pussy of yours…”
Your entire body jolted, the filth in his tone sinking into your bones.
He dragged his lips lower, down the curve of your breast, teeth nipping softly before sucking another mark along the tender flesh, moving even lower, “Can’t wait to have a taste…” His words rumbled against your skin, reverent and filthy all at once. “I know it’ll be different tonight.” His hand rubbed harder between your thighs, the fabric of your panties utterly soaked, clinging to his fingers with every drag. “I can smell the difference already–just from what’s on my hand.” The admission made you cry out, hips jerking up, your hands yanking on his hair.
“Void…Oh, fuck…Please, I can’t–” Your words dissolved into a sob, your body trembling, torn apart by the sensitivity. He smiled against the soft plane of your stomach as he kissed lower, his teeth scraping lightly over your fevered flesh.
“Yes, you can,” He soothed, nipping, then sucking at your hip. “You’ll give me every sound. Every taste. You’ll let me fix this for you, my love.” His hand left your drenched core, pulling away so suddenly that you gasped at the loss. But before you could whimper your protest, both of his hands slid up, fingers curling into the waistband of your panties. He didn’t need to ask you to lift–he never needed to ask. The tendrils did it for him, sliding low across your waist, curling around your hips and thighs before lifting you off the mattress like you were a feather. Your body hovered, weightless, as he peeled the soaked cotton down your legs.
The fabric dragged over your swollen clit and made you twitch, a shiver cracking down your spine. When he pulled them completely off, the sight made his glowing pupils flare. Your arousal had soaked straight through, staining the insides of your thighs with a glistening sheen that caught the faint light.
He lifted the panties in his hand and pressed the damp cotton to his lips. His tongue swept across the soaked gusset, savoring it, and his throat rumbled low when he sucked. A moan broke from him–low, guttural, reverent.
“Gods…” He rasped, his voice vibrating through you. His eyes flicked to yours, blazing white. “Your taste is so different. Riper. Sweeter. Fertile.” He licked the fabric again, slower this time, savoring the salt and sweetness. “It’s like drinking straight from the source of life itself. You’re made to be filled, made to be taken. Every drop is proof.” Your breath caught, a sobbing gasp tearing from you at the filth of his words, your thighs trembling against the tendrils still holding you aloft. The shadows answered again, uncoiling from your waist to slither lower. They wrapped around your thighs, tightening, spreading you wide with no effort. The stretch made you whimper, your core exposed and glistening under his gaze, puffy and dripping, clenching around nothing. His smile was sharp and soft all at once, both feral and full of fondness.
“Most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, awe bleeding through the growl. He leaned forward, mouth grazing up your inner thigh. Cool lips dragged against hot skin, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. He marked you as he went–slow sucks, teasing nips–before settling his body fully down against the mattress, his shoulders wedged beneath your thighs. The tendrils tugged, pulling you down towards him, and you gasped as his face pressed close enough that his breath fanned across your swollen folds.
He teased mercilessly. His tongue traced the creases of your thighs, licked across the mound just above your clit, dipped low but never where you needed him most. The ache in your core sharpened into anguish, and you squirmed uselessly against the shadows.
“Void… Void, please,” You sobbed, your voice breaking, your hips straining for him. “Please lick me. Please stop teasing me, I feel like my heart is going to explode.” He hummed, low and dark, the sound vibrating against your overheated skin.
“I don’t mean to take joy in your suffering…” His voice was almost tender, his eyes gleaming.
And before you could beg even more, his tongue slid between your folds.
Your cry ripped free, raw and desperate, as his mouth sealed against you. His tongue swept up the length of your core, dragging through the flood of arousal that poured from you, collecting it greedily before circling your clit. His pupils glowed so brightly they seemed to light your body, and his gaze never left yours as he devoured you.
Your thighs twitched hard against the tendrils, but they only tightened, holding you wide open as he licked and sucked. He was feral, his mouth working you as though he needed you to live. His tongue alternated between broad strokes and sharp flicks, dragging through your wetness, plunging into you, then laving your clit until you writhed uncontrollably.
Your back arched, your hips jerking against his mouth, but another tendril slid across your stomach, draping heavily to hold you down. The pressure only heightened your helplessness, made you sob his name as his mouth tore you apart piece by piece.
Then–his fingers. Cool and long, slipped into you without warning. Two pressed deep, stretching your walls until your head snapped back and a scream ripped from your throat. He curled them immediately, finding that soft spot inside you, and the combination of his tongue on your clit and fingers stroking deep made stars burst behind your eyes.
He growled into you, the vibration traveling straight through your folds, filthy words spilling from him between licks. “So fucking wet…Clenching like you’re already trying to milk me…” His teeth grazed your clit before sucking, and you nearly sobbed.
“Yes, yes, Void–want it, want you–fuck, your tongue feels so good…Please don’t stop, please, I’m begging you–” Your hand shot up blindly, searching, and he caught it. His free hand tangled with yours, cool fingers interlocking tightly with your trembling ones. He squeezed back, grounding you as his mouth grew more relentless. His fingers pumped harder, faster, curling just right while his tongue flicked mercilessly.
Your orgasm slammed into you with no warning. You screamed his name, your back bowing so hard it hurt, your thighs quaking in the tendrils’ grip as waves of release tore through you. The tendril across your stomach pinned you down, forcing you to take every lick, every thrust of his fingers as he worked you through it. You shook violently, tears streaking your face as you came undone against him.
He didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, lapping at everything you gave him, swallowing it down like a starving man. His glowing eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, pupils pulsing with each shudder of your body. Only when your writhing softened, your sobs quieting into broken gasps, did he slow.
With a final sweep of his tongue, he cleaned you thoroughly, licking every drop from your folds until you whimpered at the oversensitivity. He eased his fingers from you, the slick sound obscene in the quiet, and then you heard him suck them clean. A low groan spilled from him, guttural and reverent, like he was worshiping the taste itself.
He climbed up your body, shadows releasing you only to reform as a dark cradle around you both. His weight pressed you into the mattress as he leaned over you, his lips wet with your arousal, his glowing eyes fixed on your face like you were the only thing that existed.
And then–you felt it. His cock, hard and heavy, cool against the fever of your stomach. Thick and long, pre-cum dripping in a slick trail that smeared across your skin. The blunt weight of him was impossible to ignore, every pulse a promise.
His voice rasped low against your lips, filthy and tender all at once. “Feel what you’ve done to me, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect…And I’m going to ruin you with it.” You let out a soft moan before his mouth crashed back to yours, soaked with your release. The moment they touched you tasted yourself on him. Sweetness bloomed across your tongue–heady, thick, almost like honey laced with salt and smoke. The taste was intoxicating, cloying in its intensity, and you whimpered into his mouth, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as though you could drink it down from him. The kiss deepened immediately, his tongue sweeping against yours, dragging the flavor deeper, making you taste every ounce of what he had pulled from you. He groaned low in his throat, a feral sound that vibrated straight into your chest, as if your taste itself was undoing him.
The tendrils stirred while he kissed you, their velvet length coiling down your thighs, curling beneath them, then rising. Slowly, gently, they lifted your legs higher, wrapping around your calves and spreading you, guiding you until they were hooked around his waist, perfectly angling you against him. The shift pressed your soaked, swollen core flush to the cool, rigid length of his cock, and you gasped against his lips at the sharp contrast–your fevered heat against his icy steel.
He pulled away just enough to breathe, his glowing pupils searing into yours as his hand slid down your body. His palm ghosted over the sweat-slick valley between your breasts, down your trembling stomach, until his fingers brushed over the coarse flesh of his own cock. You watched, totally dazed, as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking once, twice, slowly, dragging his palm down the shadowed length. Then he angled himself lower, dragging the blunt head against your folds.
The first pass smeared his pre-cum across your clit, and you nearly sobbed at the sensation. The slick coolness against the swollen bud sent a jolt straight through you, and your thighs quivered against the tendrils that held them high. He did it again, slower this time, letting the tip of his cock slide through your folds, coating you in his leaking arousal. Your body trembled, a shaky sigh spilling from you as your hand flew down to clutch at his thigh, nails biting crescent moons into the velvet-dark skin.
“Fuck,” You gasped, hips canting up instinctively, chasing the pressure. “God, Void…”
His lips curved into a smile, feral and reverent all at once, his glowing eyes hooding as he teased himself against you. Then, with a steadying groan, he pressed the thick head to your entrance. The pressure built instantly, and you could feel yourself stretching around him even before he pushed in fully.
Your walls gave way slowly, fluttering and clenching as inch after inch of him sank into you. The stretch was overwhelming, a burning fullness that stole the air from your lungs, and yet it was exactly what your body ached for. You cried out, tears springing fresh to your lashes as your body opened around him, taking him deeper, your warmth dragging him in like quicksand.
“Gods,” He rasped, his eyes slipping closed as he stilled once his hips met yours. His jaw clenched tight, his chest expanding on a ragged inhale. Then he let it out in a sigh, shuddering, his hands sliding up to clutch at your waist, his thumbs digging reverently into your damp skin. “You always…fuck, you always stretch around me so well. Like you’re molded for me alone.”
Your body pulsed around him, clenching greedily, milking his cock already as though begging for him to spill. His eyes opened again, glowing bright as moons, and he smiled down at you–sharp teeth flashing, but softened by the awe that cut through his hunger. His hands smoothed up and down your waist, tracing the lines of you, grounding himself in the feel of your body wrapped so perfectly around him.
“I can already feel it,” He murmured, his voice low, the words rasping against your lips as he leaned closer. “How much you need it…My cum. You’re pulsing around me like you want me to finish right now. Like your body already knows what it needs most.” His hips rolled slowly, the shift dragging him deeper into you, making your back arch as you cried out. “You need me to give it to you, don’t you? To fill you until you’re dripping with me.”A broken moan tore from your throat, your nails digging deeper into his thigh.
“Right now I just need you to fuck me,” You gasped, your words cracked but heavy with desperation. “Please…Fuck me, Void…” His lips crushed to yours again, his groan vibrating into your mouth. The kiss was filthy, all tongue and teeth and need, your breaths tangling until you thought you’d drown in it. When he pulled back, his mouth trailed down to your jaw, then your ear, his words spilling hot and low into your skin.
“This is prime time for me to breed you,” He whispered, and you whimpered at the thought of it, your body clenching tight around him. His hips rocked again, slow, deliberate, dragging the thick length of him against every sensitive spot inside you. “Your body’s begging for it. Ovulating. Fertile. You’re so fucking ready to take me–to take everything I give you.” His teeth scraped over the shell of your ear, his voice dropping into a growl. “I’ll fuck a baby into you tonight. I’ll fill you until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”
“Yes…Yes, fuck, I want it,” You gasped, your nails dragging red lines into his flesh. “Want you to fill me, Void. Want you to fuck me until you breed me, until I can’t think of anything but you inside me…Until I’m swollen with your child.” He groaned, a guttural, reverent sound, his forehead pressing to yours as his hips began to move in steady, deeper thrusts. His glowing eyes never wavered, drinking in every broken sound you gave him, every tremble of your body as it writhed under his.
Then his lips brushed your temple, his voice velvet and commanding all at once. “Turn over onto your stomach.”
The tendrils stirred at the words, sliding low, already preparing to move you. His gaze burned down into yours as he whispered, “Let me take you deeper. Let me ruin you the way you need.” His words–low and reverent, yet heavy with command—still rang through you as the tendrils obeyed, easing your trembling body into motion. They unwound from your thighs and waist, their silk-smooth coils slipping away just enough to roll you gently onto your stomach. The movement made him slide from you, his cock dragging free with a wet, obscene sound that made your hips jerk at the sudden emptiness. You whimpered at the loss, tears streaking fresh down your cheeks.
“Shhh,” He hushed, the sound cutting straight into your bones. “It’s okay…”
The mattress dipped as he moved, straddling your hips, his body blanketing yours from behind. His cock–thick, cool, glistening with your slick–pressed against the curve of your ass, sliding between your cheeks before he gripped himself and angled low. You felt the blunt head notch against your entrance, slick and swollen, and then–slowly, with devastating control–he pushed in again.
The angle was deeper. So much deeper.
Your jaw fell open, a gasping cry ripping from your throat as his cock split you wide, your walls stretching, fluttering helplessly around the thick intrusion. It felt like he was driving straight into your womb, the blunt head nudging somewhere so deep and sensitive it made you sob into the pillow.
“Fuck,” You cried, your hands clawing at the sheets. “Void–it’s so deep–I can feel you in my stomach–” He groaned above you, the sound guttural, feral, his chest pressing into your back as he buried himself to the hilt. His hips ground down against your ass, the base of his cock flush against your swollen folds, and you could feel him pulsing inside you, thick veins dragging against your walls.
“Exactly where I belong,” He rasped, his lips brushing along the curve of your shoulder. He kissed down your spine slowly, reverently, even as his hips rolled in steady thrusts. Each drive of his cock speared deeper, the sensation exquisite, your body clenching and fluttering helplessly around him. “You feel that? I’m right against your cervix. Right where I’ll spill into you.” His hand slid along your side, mapping the curve of your waist before catching yours. He laced your trembling fingers with his, pressing them into the sheets. His other hand swept up, dragging your sweat-damp hair from your neck, baring the flushed skin. His mouth followed, cool lips kissing a trail up until his teeth found the nape.
The bite came sharp, claiming, making your back arch and your walls seize around him. He growled against your skin, grinding his cock deep as he held you there, marked and filled.
“Gonna breed you, Y/N,” He snarled low, his voice breaking with hunger. “Gonna fuck you so full of me you won’t stop dripping for days. Your body is begging for me to fill it–and I’m going to give you everything I have…Including my kin…” Your sob was wrecked, filthy.
“Yes—yes, please, Void—fuck me, breed me, make me full–” You shoved your hips back against his thrusts, gasping at how he pressed so deep you swore you could feel him in your lungs. “I want it, I need it…I’ve always needed it.” The words made him lose what little restraint he had left. His thrusts turned hard, deep, grinding strokes that punched gasps out of you with every roll of his hips. His cock stretched you wide, the friction overwhelming, each drag of his shaft lighting sparks through your core. His bite tightened briefly, then softened into a soothing lick, his cool tongue trailing across the mark as he pounded into you.
Your climax tore through you with no warning. Your body convulsed, clenching around him in wild spasms, your cry muffled against the pillow as you shook beneath his weight. Your walls milked his cock, pulling, begging, every squeeze drawing him tighter to the edge.
“Fuck–yes–milk me, my love…Take it all from me–” His thrusts faltered into a feral rhythm, deep and deliberate, and then his growl broke low in his chest. He slammed deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbbed violently.
The first gush of cum spilled into you hot, shocking against his cool flesh. It flooded you instantly, heavy and thick, and your eyes rolled back at the sensation. More followed, pulse after pulse, filling you so full you swore you could feel it spilling past his cock, dripping down your thighs.
“Oh my god–” You sobbed, the sensation breaking you. He groaned into your neck, still grinding deep, thrusting slowly to push it further inside.
“Take it all. Every drop. You’ll keep it–your body won’t waste a thing.” His hips rutted shallowly, his cock pressing against your cervix as if to force the cum higher, deeper. Each thrust smeared the release against your walls, making the wet, lewd sound of it echo in the dark.
Finally, his bite eased. He released your neck, his lips pressing tender kisses over the mark he’d left. His forehead dropped to your back, resting heavy, his breath cooling the sweat that slicked your skin. His chest heaved against you, his body trembling faintly as he stayed buried inside, still thick and hard, still leaking into you and pulsing.
The tendrils coiled back around, draping over your hips and thighs, holding you close to him as though to seal everything in.
The air was thick with the sound of your mingled breaths. Both of you were panting, your lungs burning from the sheer ferocity of what you had just shared, but neither of you could bring yourself to pull away. His lips peppered tender kisses along the ridges of your spine, slow and unhurried, each press lingering like a vow. His mouth traced the beads of sweat still clinging to your skin, as though even the salt of your body was something he wanted to claim.
Your fingers still clutched his, trembling, and when you gave them a weak squeeze he immediately squeezed back–cool, grounding, steady.
“Are you still in pain?” He asked at last, voice low and gravel-edged, his breath ghosting against the back of your neck. You turned your face from the pillow with effort, your cheek dragging across the damp linen. The moment you shifted, he lifted himself up, white pupils glowing bright in the shadows so he could meet your eyes fully. His gaze searched you, scanning every detail of your bliss-drunk face.
“No…” Your voice was hoarse, broken into pieces by exhaustion and euphoria, but heavy with honesty. A slow smile curved your lips. “I’m…Fuck, that was so good.” The Void’s teeth gleamed against the darkness of his face, a feral flash softened by affection. He bent low and kissed you gently, a press of lips so different from the wild hunger of moments before–soft, steady, grounding.
“I’m glad.” For a long moment, you both stayed tangled, wrapped in the aftermath, the sweat cooling on your skin, the weight of his body pinning you into a security that no storm could shake.
Then, with a slow inhale, he murmured against your cheek, “I’m going to pull out…And go run a bath for the both of us, okay?” You nodded, your lashes heavy, your body pliant. He eased out of you slowly, carefully, his cock dragging free with a wet, obscene sound that made you twitch at the sudden emptiness. You gasped faintly at the loss, but the high of your orgasms and the languid satisfaction flooding your body dulled the ache of it. Before you could mourn the absence, he kissed you again, catching your lips with his in a soft seal.
“I’ll come get you once everything is ready,” He promised.
“Okay,” You breathed, the word falling quiet into the space between you.
You listened to the rustle of movement as he left the bed, the faint creak of the adjoining washroom door, then the shuffling of him preparing things. Soon, the sound of water running filled the silence, steady and comforting, a lullaby to your wrung-out body. You laid still, limbs heavy, as though your bones had melted into the mattress. Your muscles twitched and clenched with the aftershocks, tiny reminders of how hard he had wrung you out, how thoroughly he had filled you. The sheets clung damp to your skin, your body flushed and loose, yet every corner of you hummed with him.
Then you heard him again, his steps returning, deliberate and quiet.
The bed dipped as he leaned down, his arms sliding beneath you with effortless strength. He scooped you up slowly, your limp body collapsing against the firm wall of his chest. You tucked yourself instinctively into him, your arms looped weakly around his shoulders, your cheek resting against the cool press of his collarbone, as he moved.
The washroom lights were dim, golden and soft, flickering against the walls like candlelight. Steam curled into the air, carrying the scent of clean water and faint minerals. The Void lowered you into the tub first, his shadows steadying you as your body slipped beneath the hot surface. The water embraced you instantly, wrapping you in its warmth, soothing your overstimulated skin and the ache still blooming deep inside. You sighed, your head falling back, your lashes fluttering.
Only when you were settled did he step in behind you. The water shifted around his body, rippling softly as he eased down, his arms immediately circling you, guiding you back until you leaned against his chest. His cool skin pressed firm against your overheated back, a balm and a claim all at once.
You melted into him.
His lips found your neck again, softer this time, ghosting over the faint marks he had left there. He kissed each one reverently, as though apologizing for the sting even while cherishing the evidence of his claim. His hand found yours beneath the water, his long fingers weaving delicately between yours. He played with your hand, tracing the webs between your fingers, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles, interlocking until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.
The water lapped gently against the sides of the tub, the only sound between his featherlight kisses. Until, softly, you broke the silence.
“Is it bad that I actually hope it takes?” You whispered, your voice almost too quiet to disturb the still air. His fingers immediately squeezed yours, firm and sure, and you felt the hum of his chest against your back before his words came low, steady, and true.
“It’s not bad at all, Y/N…” He murmured into your damp skin. “We all want that with you. Always have.” Your throat tightened. You tilted your head back, shifting against him until your eyes caught his. His glowing pupils gleamed like twin moons through the haze of steam, their light soft but unyielding, filled with a truth that made your chest ache.
“I’m glad,” you whispered, your lips trembling with a fragile smile. He smiled in return–teeth flashing, but softened by the gentleness that bled through every word, every look. He leaned down and kissed you slowly, his mouth tasting of warmth and reverence rather than hunger. When he pulled back, his forehead brushed yours, his words spilling low and sacred.
“You’re our salvation. The only person we could see worthy of building a life with. You’re sacred to us, Y/N. And it would be an honor for all of us to say that we made another human together.” Your cheeks heated, your heart aching with the weight of it. Tears pricked at your eyes again, but softer this time, born of love rather than anguish.
“You always know how to make me feel special,” You whispered, your voice shaking.
His nose nudged against yours, a soft, intimate touch. “It’s because you are. And I love you so much.”
Your lips parted, trembling, before you pressed them to his in a soft, sure kiss. “I love you too, Void.”
As the words settled between you, his tendrils stirred again. They rose from the water like velvet serpents, sliding in slow arcs before curling gently around your shoulders, your waist, his arms, weaving into a cocoon. The shadows sealed you both in, a cradle of silence and safety until it felt like you were the only people that existed in those moments.
