#sylusmc

[pzxce]

darkbound souls doodle

[embetie]

Shared Bliss

[loweanaart]

"𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴."

Shared Bliss lives rent-free in my head 😌

One of my fav Sylus cards 🙏

[abyssyby]

“mm.” sylus practically growls into the column of your neck, nose buried so impossibly deep into your skin it begins to tickle.

“sylus,” you groan. any effort made in pushing him away is futile. he’s latched onto you like a vine, twisted and coiled around the crevices of his favorite lattice. “sy—.”

“smell so good.” he murmurs. mostly to himself, like he’d devoured something so delectable his tongue refuses to keep it a secret. it’s almost painful, the way he asks, “what have you done?”

you laugh, his senses explode. the smell, and now the sound of you— he’s afraid of rapture the moment he looks up at you. too much, too good to be real.

“new perfume?” you giggle as he sniffs you some more, more creature than husband at this point. you swear a purr rumbles in his chest. “i saw it in the store, the packaging reminded me of you.”

you look silly. fond but nonchalantly standing there and letting your husband inhale your scent like a bloodhound.

his voice shakes the earth when he inquires, “packaging?”

“it was all dark and red like a gemstone,” you lift your chin to avoid hitting the top of his head when he moves around you and nuzzles into your throat. “with the teeniest little dragon wrapped around it.”

“what’s it called?”

“uh.” you look up, digging through recent receipts and credit card statements. “dragon…”

he draws in another breath of you.

“fire…” you gasp when he nips at your skin with his teeth, unable to hold back any longer. “…kiss?”

he freezes, then chuckles. “ah.”

“ah?” you frown when he lifts his head. his lips land on your hair. “what do you mean, ah?”

“ah, this makes sense.” he grins, planting more possessive pecks onto your forehead. even up here your sweet scent drives him into a frenzy. “how much did you get it for?”

you purse your lips and suddenly you’re bashful. never once in your relationship has he asked you about prices, having said at the very beginning that it would take decades for you to even make a dent into his fortune no matter how much you consume.

it shouldn’t be a point of shame either, because he actively asks you to use his card for anything you might need. yet, confronted with it now… it’s harder to admit that you’d thought a luxurious bottle justified such a price for a few drops of product.

and like he reads each thought you just had, he bends to kiss your lips gently, to coax you out of the spell. “i don’t mean to pry.”

“i think i spent too much.”

“no,” he drawls, utterly entertained by you. “not at all, sweetie.”

you pout. “then, why…?”

“you don’t have to buy this again,” he’s like a bird, pecking at the skin of your blushing face with butterfly kisses.

you open your mouth— to bite, to complain, to express the frustrating confusion he’s wringing you into.

he barely gives you a chance to when he presses a lingering and most tender kiss on your mouth. leaving no room for argument or doubt. “i own the brand, after all.”

[rinarta07]

"five minutes"

[yumemoonstar]

For a tired soul.

[habunshu]

you know other dragons?

[yizholic]

ᯓ★ size training !

"you poor little thing..." sylus drawls, holding you right above his cockhead. “struggling to take me, even though you begged for it so much…”

at this point, only his tip has made it through your entrance. and even that's a stretch.

"haah—sylusohmygod." you’re completely soaked, juices already dripping down his thick shaft. sylus had eaten you out and fingered you twice, and yet you’re still struggling to take his dick.

"breathe, kitten. you can take it." his thumb sneaks over to rub to your clit, helping you ease down his length. “come on sweetheart. take my cock—that’s it. or else i’ll think you’re trying to flatter me. it’ll get to my head.”

“you’re too—nngh—big!” you struggle against his tight hold. feeling droplets of sweat fall down your back as your thighs begin to numb, having been forced in a straddle position for so long.

sylus tells you that you can take more, that he’ll fit. you’re doing so well, it’ll feel good.

you think that he’ll split you in half if he sinks another centimeter deeper.

technically, sylus could stay in this position forever. he’s absolutely mesmerized by the sight of himself stretching you out, only penetrating you halfway. your tight walls uncontrollably clench down as they try to adjust to his girth, leaking yourself everywhere with a shiny, sticky mess. fat globs of tears get stuck in your eyelashes while you look at him like he’s the only person in the world. he didn’t think he could be more in love with you.

“you’re beautiful.” he scatters kisses across your face. he presses his lips to your eyelids and wipes away tear streaks from your cheeks, no doubt preemptively apologizing for what he was about to do next.

after all, there’s only so much patience the man can have before he wants more.

he snaps, no longer holding himself back. one sharp thrust is all it takes for his hips to meet yours. “ah, fuck!”

“fuck!” you scream out in unison. you feel sylus in your stomach, in your throat. there’s not a part of your body that doesn’t have him in it.

“oh—good girl. forgive me, you’re so good, sweetie. keep breathing for me.” it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot. all he can do is mumble praises into your hair and keep grinding your pussy flush against his base, waiting for you to stretch to accomodate his massive size.

this time he doesn’t move out of turn. he waits—until finally, you whimper, “sy, need you to move.”

“yeah?” his cock twitches back to life inside you. you nod, you’re ready now. “then… let me make you feel good—gonna mold your pussy to the shape of my cock, get you ready for the next time, hm?”