Ⳋ᧙ xavier tipping sylus’ chin down to connect their lips. he’s gentle with him, but assertive enough where sylus knows to follow his lead. his smirk blooms against xavier’s lips, a crack at desperately trying to remain composed. smaller hands smooth up sylus’ shoulders intentionally slow, curving around his neck and nape, reveling in how he can feel the static on his skin as they kiss.
they’re hungry. sy grunts low, pushing under xavier’s sweater to hold his comparably thin waist and xavier does his best to not make it obvious how much their stark size difference excites him. sylus hits a wall behind him, too overcome by the tongue in his mouth to notice anything else. his lip gets bitten, hard how he likes, and he pulls back to gaze at this pretty assailant of his.
xavier, rosy-cheeked and hazy eyed, their combined drool glistening on his lips. sylus briefly gives thought to having those lips wrapped around his cock, eager to break him. xavier looks up at sy, amused by the uncharacteristically timid look his big bad boss sports. he wonders what it’d take to have sylus crying for him. they’re on each other again in an instant, breathing one another’s air, lips bruised pink, just filthy.
sylus wakes up pregnant with twins.
— authors note. does anyone have a cigarette. XAVIER W A SIZE KINK. yes they are still ur bfs u are watching from the cuck chair. i am ill my starcrow…. shoutout @aethercoreheart and their anon and applefish :p
Synopsis: HR has left the castle. Your petty theft gets escalated to “royal disciplinary committee,” featuring one clinically unbothered king and one feral enforcer. Minutes include: throat-based parliamentary procedure, double-entry bookkeeping, and an after-meeting note labeled “do not spill on royal property.”
A/N: first kinktober sandwich– one of my ideal pairings, a little insane but somehow feels tame?? pretty sure that says more about me than it should...
The throne room was cold stone and silence. Torches hissed in iron sconces, shadows stretching up the black walls. At the far end, King Xavier sat upon his iron-veined throne, crown gleaming faintly in the torchlight. A silent looming figure, you had only seen him in passing.
Sylus dragged you in, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your arm hard enough to bruise. He shoved you down onto your knees so hard they cracked against the polished floor.
"She was caught stealing from one of my establishments,” he said, his voice a rasp that carried through the hall. “From me.” He spat, “Gold, time, obedience– it doesn’t matter. She thinks she’s untouchable.” He sneered, yanking your head back so you had no choice but to meet the King’s pale, unblinking eyes. “I thought Your Majesty might enjoy passing judgment.”
Xavier didn’t move for a long moment. Then he shifted slightly on his throne, his voice cool and measured.
“And what do you suggest, Lord Sylus?”
Sylus’s grin was sharp. “She should be fucked until she can’t walk. Leave her dripping. Let her body remember who owns it.”
Xavier tilted his head, gaze never leaving you. “Crude,” he said softly. “But not unjust.”
Your stomach twisted, but neither man looked to you for protest. Xavier raised a hand, curling his finger. “Bring her.”
Sylus wrenched you forward on your knees until you crawled up the steps toward the throne. Xavier remained seated, parting his robes, cock already hard and waiting. His voice cut, quiet and merciless: “Open your mouth.”
You hesitated a heartbeat too long. Sylus’s hand snapped your head back, forcing your jaw open before he shoved it forward.
“Do as the king says,” he snarled, his other hand tugging his own cock free, fisting himself lazily as he watched.
Xavier slid into your mouth with terrible patience. His cock pressed against your tongue, down your throat, until your lips stretched around him and tears stung your eyes.
He didn’t thrust fast– just deep, steady strokes, as if testing your capacity. Your throat convulsed around him, drool slicking your chin, and still he hummed, calm as ever.
“Quiet now. Use her like a sheath. She’ll hold.”
You gagged, choked, the thick length of Xavier's cock stretching your throat mercilessly as he rocked deeper, his hips rolling with lazy arrogance from the throne.
Drool spilled from the corners of your mouth, mixing with the tears stinging your eyes, but you couldn't pull away– Sylus’s iron grip on the back of your head kept you locked in place, his fingers tangled in your hair like reins.
"That's it, kitten," Sylus murmured from behind, voice a low, mocking rumble that vibrated through you.
"Take every inch like the good little slut you are. He's not done with that pretty face yet."
Xavier’s hand joined Sylus’, cupping your jaw roughly, tilting your head up so he could watch your struggle.
His eyes– cold, piercing– bored into yours as he fucked your mouth harder, the wet, obscene sounds echoing through the dim chamber.
"Look at me," he commanded, "Eyes on your king while you choke on his cock. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a toy."
You tried to nod, but all you managed was a muffled whimper, your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft as he ground against your face, smearing your makeup and saliva across your cheeks.
Behind you, Sylus chuckled, his free hand pumping his own cock faster now, the slick sounds of his strokes syncing with Xavier’s brutal rhythm.
"She’s dripping, Your Majesty. Absolutely ruined just from sucking you off. Should I make her beg for more?"
He leaned down, breath hot against your ear, tightening his hold to force you to bob faster.
"Go on, pet. Moan around him. Show him how much you want it."
Your throat burned, but the humiliation only fed the heat pooling between your legs.
Xavier’s hips snapped erratic, his grip bruising as he face-fucked you with abandon, pulling out just enough to slap his wet cock against your flushed cheeks– marking you with your own spit.
"Pathetic," he sneered, rubbing the head over your lips teasingly before shoving back in. "But useful. Keep going– fuck– what a greedy throat."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of choking and gasping, Xavier pulled back fully, his cock glistening with your saliva, strings of it connecting to your swollen lips.
He didn’t even glance down at you, just flicked his gaze to Sylus with that same imperious detachment.
"Put her on my lap."
Sylus released your hair with a final tug, his hand lingering to wipe a tear from your cheek– almost tender, almost.
"As you wish," he said, amusement lacing his tone as he hauled you up by your arms, your knees weak and trembling from the ordeal.
He positioned you straddling the Xavier’s thighs on the throne, your soaked core hovering just above his still-hard length, while Sylus pressed in close from behind, his cock nudging insistently against your back.
"Now, let’s see how well she rides for her king.”
You straddled Xavier, facing forward. His cock slipped into your cunt in one smooth thrust, filling you deep.
Your walls clenched desperately around him as his hands gripped your breasts– smacking them, thumbing your nipples until they peaked.
His thumb slid lower, pressing against your clit, rubbing lazily as if to remind you whose lap you sat in.
Behind you, Sylus knelt, spreading your ass with both hands.
His tongue dragged a wet line over the tight ring, licking, probing, until you were sobbing from the sensation.
"Sweet little thief," he rasped, breath hot against your skin. "Gonna take me too."
His cock pressed at your ass, blunt and unyielding.
Xavier held your hips steady while Sylus worked himself in, stretching you slow but brutal.
You cried out, head thrown back, as your body opened around them both– your cunt claimed by Xavier’s calm drives, your ass stuffed by Sylus’s heat.
Pinned between them, you had no escape.
Xavier rolled your clit beneath his thumb, cool and deliberate, while Sylus fucked into your ass, punishing, grunting every time your body clenched around him.
Their cocks ground against each other through the thin wall inside you, dragging, stretching, making you sob with every stroke.
"Beg for forgiveness," Sylus growled in your ear, rutting harder.
"She will," Xavier murmured, biting your nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
"Her body begs even as her lips lie."
You convulsed, boneless, caught in their rhythm– Xavier slow and steady beneath you, Sylus relentless behind, your cunt and ass stuffed until you thought you’d split in two.
When Xavier came, it was sudden– a flood of heat spilling into your cunt.
He held you down on his cock as he emptied inside you, thumb never leaving your clit.
His voice was calm as he turned to Sylus. "Pack it in for me."
Sylus chuckled, pulling out of your ass with a wet sound.
He grabbed you under the knees, folding you up against his chest, your body bent double as he lifted you off Xavier’s lap.
Cum spilled from your cunt, dripping onto the floor.
He shoved into you there– one brutal thrust– his thick cock slamming deep into your slick, abused pussy and making you cry out, your legs dangling helplessly in the air.
"Oh, fuck– Lord Sylus!" you gasped, clutching behind at his shoulders as he held you suspended, your back pressed to his broad chest, every inch of you exposed and trembling.
He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, immediately finding a punishing rhythm– long, powerful strokes that jolted your entire body.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with the obscene squelch of Xavier’s cum being forced out around Sylus’s pistoning shaft, splattering messily onto the throne room floor.
"That’s right, scream for me, pet," he growled into your ear, breath hot and ragged as he rutted harder, his hips snapping forward with relentless force.
One hand slid up to grip your throat, tilting your head back against his shoulder so you could feel his teeth graze your skin.
"Feel that? I’m fucking his claim right out of you. This tight little cunt’s gripping me like it was made for my cock– beg me to fill you up."
You whimpered, body shaking in his iron hold, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through you as he stretched you wide, the angle hitting that deep, perfect spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.
"P-please, Sylus... harder... fill me, I need it," you babbled, your voice breaking on a moan, making him growl.
He grunted, pace turning feral, pounding you mid-air like you weighed nothing.
From his throne, Xavier watched with detached poise, though his hand had slipped beneath his robe, lazily fisting his hardening cock as he stroked himself to the sight.
His gaze darkened with a mix of possession and amusement, tracking every bounce of your breasts, every desperate arch of your back.
"Look at her, Sylus," he drawled, voice low and commanding, thumb circling the head of his shaft.
"So eager to be ruined. But remember, this is punishment– she’s making too much noise."
Sylus laughed darkly, his free hand roaming down to rub rough circles over your clit, making you clench around him.
"Jealous, Your Majesty? She’s milking me so good right now– listen to her beg."
He drove deeper, grinding against your cervix until you sobbed, more of Xavier’s seed splattering up around his cock with each brutal plunge, filling you again and again as he chased his release, your body nothing but a toy in his grasp.
Xavier watched, nonchalant, adjusting his robe, though hunger burned faintly in his gaze.
"Not in her pussy," he said softly. "That’s for me."
Sylus cursed, pulling free, your cunt leaking down his cock.
He lifted you smoothly, lined up at your ass, and drove in again, making you yelp.
He fucked you hard and short, hips snapping, before pouring into you, filling your ass with hot spend.
You sagged against him, ruined– but the sentence wasn’t done.
Xavier rose at last, voice cold. “Bend her.”
Sylus caught his breath and bent you over at the waist, turning your body into a table before the throne.
Xavier slid his cock back into your mouth, gripping your hair, using your throat like a cocksleeve.
Behind you, Sylus shoved into your cunt again, slow at first. Stuffing his own spend from your ass back in with his thumb, groaning almost fondly at the mess.
They spit-roasted you like that– your body suspended between them in a haze of punishment and possession, every thrust a reminder of your place.
Sylus slapped your ass hard, the sting blooming across your skin as he pounded into your dripping cunt, his thumb circling your stretched hole to push his seed deeper, mixing it with the remnants of Xavier's claim.
“Fuck, look at this sloppy mess you’ve made, pet,” he growled, voice thick with dark amusement, spanking you again for emphasis. “Leaking everywhere– begging to be filled like the whore you are. Moan for me again, just like before.”
Xavier’s grip tightened in your hair, yanking your head back to force your eyes up to meet his cold, unyielding stare.
He stayed eerily calm, his face a mask of regal indifference even as he used your throat with slow, deliberate thrusts that stretched you to your limit.
You gagged around him, tears streaming, but he didn’t relent, holding you there until your lungs burned and your vision blurred.
“You moaned for him earlier,” he said softly, tone laced with quiet fury– no shout, just a blade-sharp whisper. “Like he owned you. But this is your punishment– learning who you truly belong to.”
He pulled out just long enough for you to gasp before driving back in, fucking your face with methodical brutality, the head of his cock striking the back of your throat over and over, saliva dripping down your chin in messy strings.
Behind you, Sylus laughed, hips snapping harder, the wet sounds of him claiming your pussy echoing obscenely.
“She’s clenching around me, Your Majesty. Loves being punished like this– split open and used.”
He reached around to pinch your clit roughly, making you jolt and whimper around Xavier’s shaft, your body betraying you with fresh waves of pleasure.
Xavier’s free hand cupped your jaw, forcing it wider as he ground deeper, movements unhurried but savage, bruising your lips and throat.
“Quiet,” he commanded, voice still deadly calm. “No more sounds for him. Choke on me instead– swallow every inch until you remember your place.”
You tried to obey, sobs muffled into desperate gurgles as they both took you relentlessly– Sylus’s slaps leaving stinging handprints on your ass while Xavier’s calm brutality reduced you to a trembling, dripping wreck, every hole aching and overflowing.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of choking and sobbing, your body pushed to its limits, your knees buckling.
Xavier gave a sharp gesture, and they spun you– switching places.
Xavier took your cunt, like it was just another hole to own, while Sylus claimed your mouth, rutting hard and cold.
"Don’t spill in her mouth either," Xavier warned as he drove deeper inside your clenching walls.
Sylus only grunted, his thrusts turning brutal, fucking your throat until your vision swam.
The thick girth of him stretched your lips wide as he buried himself deep with each savage push.
Saliva bubbled from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin in messy rivulets, mixing with the tears blurring your eyes from the relentless assault.
"That’s it, take it all, pet," he snarled, his voice a rough rasp that sent shivers down your spine, one hand fisting your hair to hold you steady while the other traced lazy circles over your cheek– a mocking tenderness in the midst of cruelty.
"Gag for me. Show me how much you love choking on my cock like the desperate slut you are."
You moaned around him involuntarily, the vibration humming along his length, and for a moment his brutal pace faltered.
He cupped your jaw with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing away the sweat beading on your forehead, smearing it across your skin as he tilted your head back to meet his gaze.
"Going against your king.. for me?" He whispered. His crimson eyes gleamed with possessive hunger, drinking in the sight of you ruined and pliant.
"Pretty girl," he murmured, tone softening just a fraction, laced with that fond mockery he seemed to reserve for you.
He slowed his pistoning to gentle rolls of his hips, savoring the way your tongue pressed flat against him, the wet heat of your mouth enveloping him fully.
"Look at you, all flushed and eager... fuck, you’re perfect like this. Moan again– let me feel it."
Behind you, Xavier’s grip on your hips tightened like a vice, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise as he drove into your soaked cunt with cold, calculated precision.
Each thrust was punishment, deep and unyielding, claiming every inch of you with mechanical ruthlessness.
The wet slap of his hips against your ass echoed through the chamber.
"She’s tightening up," he observed coolly, voice devoid of warmth, though his rhythm betrayed a building intensity, growing more visceral with every stroke. "Trying to milk me already? Pathetic."
He leaned forward slightly, one hand sliding up your back to press between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch deeper into Sylus’s thrusts– your body a bridge between their dominance.
You whimpered around Sylus, the dual invasion overwhelming, your core clenching desperately as Xavier’s pace quickened, his composure cracking just enough to reveal the raw need beneath.
"Quiet those sounds for him," Xavier commanded, tone still eerily calm but edged with quiet brutality as he smacked your ass sharply, the sting making you jolt. "This is your lesson. Moan for me instead, or I’ll make sure you regret it."
Sylus chuckled lowly as you moaned obediently, resuming his slow grinds, but Xavier’s warning hung in the air, fueling the tension as they used you in tandem– your sobs muffled, your body trembling on the edge.
Xavier anchored your hips as he pounded into you, his rhythm growing more visceral until it finally stuttered.
He spilled inside your cunt, stilled just as fast, then gave your ass a light smack– almost casual, as if to say good game.
From the corner of your eye, you watched him sag back into his throne, satisfied.
He adjusted his crown, chest heaving as he tucked himself neatly back into his pants.
“She’s free to use,” he said softly, then firmly. “But you’ll watch where you spill, and clean our mess. Don't need her spewing your seed the next time she chokes on my cock or getting pregnant.”
Sylus smirked, still grinding his cock down your throat. “I dunno she might look lovely swollen with babies,” he murmured, voice thick and low enough only you could hear.
On the throne, Xavier’s head tilted back, eyes drifting closed. He looked at rest, utterly spent.
Sylus paused, glancing at Xavier.
“Fucker is always comatose.” He grumbled, focusing back on you, shifting his tip so it stretched the side of your cheek making himself groan. “More for me, I guess.”
Without warning, he lifted you easily, flipping you upside down against his chest. Your mouth stayed around his cock, legs folding back over his shoulders, your ass and pussy now under his chin. He ground into your throat as his tongue dragged over your sex– the new angle forcing his thick shaft even deeper, bullying past your gag reflex until your nose pressed flush against his balls, the musky scent of him overwhelming your senses.
Blood rushed to your head as you dangled helplessly, the world inverted, every shallow breath a struggle around the relentless intrusion in your throat. Sylus’s strong arms locked around your waist, holding you steady like you were nothing more than a ragdoll for his pleasure. His hips rolled in slow, deliberate thrusts that stretched your jaw to its limit. “Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered, voice vibrating against your slick folds as he buried his face between your thighs. His tongue flicked out to tease your entrance before plunging in deep, lapping at the mingled mess of Xavier’s cum and your arousal with hungry, obscene slurps that echoed wetly in the room.
You choked out a muffled cry, body trembling in his iron grip, thighs quivering over his broad shoulders as gravity pulled at you– making every sensation more intense: the burn in your throat from his cock pistoning in and out, the dizzying spin of being upside down, the hot drag of his mouth devouring you. He sucked greedily at your clit, teeth grazing just enough to send jolts of pain-laced pleasure through you, then flattened his tongue to lick broad stripes from your ass to your pussy, cleaning you out with feral growls that rumbled against your sensitive skin.
“Taste so fucking sweet mixed with him,” he rasped between laps, thrusts picking up speed, fucking your face with brutal precision, saliva dripping down his balls and onto your forehead in humiliating streams. “Gonna make you come while you choke on me– swallow every drop, pet, or I’ll keep you like this all night.”
His slow licks turned to deep laps as he ate you out messily, slurping up Xavier’s cum and your slick with a growl.
You sobbed, dangling in his grip, his cock gagging you while his tongue devoured your ruined cunt and ass.
Just when it felt too much, he pressed your swollen clit with two fingers and rubbed in steady, merciless circles.
“Let go, baby. I know you want to finally come, hmm?”
“Mmph– yes– please– ” you tried, but the words came out lost and muffled around his shaft.
Pressure stacked in your core and behind your eyes, a thick pulse that made your vision twitch as Sylus slurped and licked you clean.
His pace on your clit quickened.
“Right on me, baby. I know you’re there– wanna feel you come all around me.”
The coil twisted and you saw stars, breath gone, as you came hard, shuddering wantonly while he braced you through it.
The hall went quiet again– just the echo of your heartbeat between the pillars.
Lowering you at the last tremor, Sylus laid you to kneel on the cold stone.
He held you upright as his cock pushed past your lips again, but this time his touch was softer, almost reverent.
Large hands cradled your face like something precious he’d stolen back for himself.
Your knees ached against the unforgiving floor, a final reminder of the punishment you’d endured for daring to take from him.
But his eyes– dark and intent– held no more anger, only a deep, possessive warmth that made your chest tighten.
“Shh, pet,” he whispered, voice a low hush in the empty chamber.
He glanced once at Xavier’s slumped form on the throne, chest rising and falling in exhausted sleep.
“Punishment’s over now. You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you? No more thieving from what’s mine.”
He eased in slowly, letting you taste him fully, thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip where it stretched around his girth– a tender claim that sent shivers through you.
“You’re all mine,” he murmured, hips rocking gently, not to bruise but to savor.
Each shallow thrust was a silent vow etched into your throat.
His fingers wove through your hair, massaging your scalp in soothing circles, pulling you closer without force– as if drawing you into his world where only the two of you existed.
“This mouth, this body– it’s been mine since the moment you crossed me. And now, with him out cold... I’ll mark you in secret, just like you tried to hide your little theft.”
His breath hitched, but his pace stayed languid, claiming every gasp and swallow as his own.
One hand slid down to cup your neck possessively, feeling the rhythm of your pulse beneath his palm.
“Swear it to me, baby. Say you’re mine, and I’ll forgive it all– make you forget the pain with something sweeter.”
You nodded weakly around him, a muffled affirmation lost in the wet heat, and he smiled– that rare, genuine curve of his lips– as he leaned down, voice dropping even lower, intimate and binding.
“Good girl. My good girl. No one else gets to own you like this.”
He pumped himself against your glossy lips twice before spilling down your throat with a groan.
He didn’t let you pull back–checking over his shoulder to make sure Xavier was still asleep, stroking your cheek to make you swallow it all.
Ⳋ᧙ the king of philos is under fire for neglecting the threat of a demon stalking the streets of his land come nightfall.
new corpses are being discovered every few days, bled dry and carelessly left strewn about wherever this thing decides to feed. xavier, busy with his “tyranny”, vanquishing trapped souls and stuck in a cycle of his own, is too preoccupied to meaningfully entertain every recess he’s requested for. also, a demon? to his knowledge, there hasn’t been a fiend of this alleged caliber residing on philos for centuries…
his highness decides to begin a proper investigation at tomorrow’s daylight, and just then, is taunted by the intentional scene set at a viewing distance from his chambers. a tall figure clad in a pearlescent white head to toe, walking alongside someone. his cape is detailed with olden philosian patterns similar to his own, making his age and nature apparent. only when they’re a bit closer does xavier recognize the very familiar face he’s accompanying. you’re chatting with him. on a casual night stroll, talking up a storm with this creature. sylus chuckles to himself, feeling the glare stabbing into him from behind.
he subtly glances over his shoulder, catching the mad king’s gaze above. a dare dances about in the ruby red glow of his eyes, something very audacious. something knowing. the castle seems to rumble with the king’s ire, quickly descending into a darkness that sylus drinks right up.
— authors note. and then they kiss!!! 👨🏼❤️💋👨🏼 dont think too hard about it just walk with meeeeeeeeeeee. out of left field but if i said xav is the dom in a starcrow dynamic. dont throw tomatoes……..
