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synopsis: A fight occurs between the empress and her husband, which makes the former very upset. How does Sylus make up for it?
Happy wife happy life.
tags: khaosi sovereign sylus is hot so let's bring him back | oral | nasty sex | rough sex | big dick sylus | sylus watching you finger yourself
a/n: reblogs are appreciated!~
The whole palace is on edge from the storm that occurred last night. Whispered hushes travel between lips as the news of your fight with Sylus has spread. Rumor has it that the Khaosi sovereign went out of your shared bedroom with a darkened face and a murderous aura emitting from him. He rode into the night on his fleet with a handful of soldiers to who knows where.
"It was all his fault!" You think as you fume at the paperwork on your desk. Burning holes as if they'd magically ignite in front of you, but what you're really angry at is Sylus. Not exactly him, but the way he actually left when you told him to leave made you even angrier…
You didn't mean it. You wished he'd turn around and kiss you and slip his hand under your skirt and make love to you—but no, he's off subjugating enemies as a form of releasing frustration.
It's that time of the month when Sylus oh-so-kindly lets you use his body like a toy. Yet you're in the middle of a fight, and both monarchs are too prideful to give in quickly. So you have no choice but to lie down after work to touch yourself on your shared bed. All you can do is imagine his thick fingers rubbing your clit, and closing your eyes to picture his annoying smirk.
"I want to wipe that off his face by riding it like a horse." You thought to yourself as your back arches and your mouth opens sensually. Your fingertip touches your swollen folds, and you try to insert one finger, trying to remember how Sylus did it. But your attempts are met with disappointment because his skills are just that special. You can't quite replicate the feeling of him, so you just rub and stimulate your cunt in the best way you can.
Frustrated whimpers bounce off the walls as your high begins to accumulate. Your vivid imagination pulls you in so much that you can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. It's like Sylus is really here; his large hand engulfs your body in a way that it's natural to unravel in front of him. "Hnnngh!" You let out a high-pitched whine, drool coming out of your lips as you repeatedly thrust upwards to get more stimulation out of your fingers. Repeated intrusions of your fingertips build one by one until you feel that tightness release from within.
Relief washes over as you take a breath and lay your tired arm limp. How does Sylus not get tired doing all the work? Suddenly, you sense a presence in your room and your eyes immediately fly open, ready to fight. Then your eyes travel to the intruder's long legs, up to the bulge in his pants, and up to his red eyes that are filled with mirth.
Sylus has very much enjoyed your little show and made no noise to not interrupt your self-session.
"Missed me, sweetie? Is this your way of apologizing?" His tone was haughty, as if he had hit a jackpot coming home at the right time to see you in such a state. Your pussy facing him the moment he entered the door was a welcome sight. You were even kind enough to wet it for him to slide right in.
You were frozen until he spoke, immediately registering what had just happened and refusing to show embarrassment on your face. "You can dream. I'm not apologizing because I'm not wrong." You cover yourself with your sheer nightgown, and you realize it's not doing much, so you resort to blanketing yourself.
Sylus walks agonizingly slowly towards you, making you feel like a cornered prey that has no choice but to be eaten by the predator. The look in his eyes was giving off desire and a warning: You can run now. You can choose to leave and end this eye-fucking, but before you know it, Sylus is close to your face, and his arms are caging you between the bedframe.
"I don't even remember what we fought about." He whispers and kisses your lips, not out of lust but out of love, a certain tenderness reserved for you. "I'm sorry anyway because I made you upset. And I walked out on you when you clearly wanted to make up yesterday."
You sigh, caressing his face, to which he rubs on your hand like a cat. "Don't worry about it. It's just my mood swings, and I'm pretty emotional these days."
"Oh? Are you ovulating right now?" Sylus smirks as if he knows what it means, and you chuckle bashfully.
"Are you gonna help me?"
"Of course, I'm your husband" He groans near your ears and slides down the sleeves off your shoulder, exposing your naked top half to the air. A dry chuckle comes out of his throat as he sees your bare chest and wastes no time fondling them. You moan as he plays around, massaging and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. "You should do this more often. Not wearing anything underneath." He pinches your nipple as he says it, making sure his suggestion sticks. "Or you could wear nothing at all, much preferred."
You grind against his hard cock, straining against its confines. Rubbing yourself, which Sylus responds to by rutting against your core. The dry humping goes on for a few minutes before you got impatient, and threw the useless nightgown you have on. Sylus follows suit, looking down at you as he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock free. His abs flex as he takes off his shirt and positions on top, naked bodies sending warmth to each other. His fingers slide down to your core, entering with one finger and then another to thrust upwards. You scream in pleasure, legs thrashing around as Sylus feeds on the expressions on your face.
"No one's ever as good at pleasuring you except me. Not even yourself. Remember that."
His thick fingers, rubbing against your walls and hitting the spot every time, bring tears to your eyes. You feel how unfair it is that he knows your body so well. "Sylus..." You call out for him, and he obliges, immediately pressing your lips together in a sloppy tongue clash as he speeds up his fingers to bring you to your orgasm. Your legs start to shake, and with one last thrust to your g-spot, your eyes go to the back of your head as you orgasm around his thick digits.
"Fucking tight," He whispers
Sylus takes out his fingers and dives straight between your legs. His hungry licks bring out screams from you as he devours like a starved beast. Your legs are on his shoulders, and he's practically gluing his lips to your center. He was having a heated make-out session with your cunt as if a long-lost lover, and you could do nothing but gasp and moan in the warmth of his tongue. So you bury him deeper with your hand keeping him from rising, and ride out your incoming high while your slit slides in his nose bridge perfectly.
"Sy… I'm going to cum!"
You scream as he does tricks with his tongue to pull you to the edge. Juices then splatter in his face as you release another time, but with more force. Sylus's mussed-up hair comes into view, one eye closed, before opening both. It was clear that you had squirted on him, and this bastard was treating it like an achievement.
He lingers between your thighs to scoop up your essence and brings them to your mouth as you suck and look at him seductively. Sylus groans as his cock impossibly hardens, resisting the urge just to insert it right then and there.
"Don't say anything," You groan into the pillows, and Sylus chuckles, adoring your mannerisms and how cute you look after cumming on his face.
"As much as I love to do that again, I have a different kind of need right now." He has a pained expression on his face as he lets you come down from your own high. Kissing and soothing your body before letting you know that he'll enter you. "You should prepare yourself because you know I missed you."
You smile and take his face in your hands. "I missed you, too." Sylus smiles and kisses you. The thick head breaches your entrance, pushing against the resistance as you shiver and whine at the penetration. You lock your legs behind his back to keep him there, leaving Sylus no choice but to push himself deeper.
His thrusts start slow, as if saying sorry to make up for the stupid walkout he did. For leaving you alone when you needed him. This sex was pure servitude to you as his wife. All his feelings conveyed through his body spill out to give pleasure to you. Sylus pulls out a little and thrusts back in, making you whine as skin slapping sounds echo. His pace quickens once he makes sure all the feelings are out of the way. Splitting you open on his dick as your walls repeatedly expand to accommodate his size.
"Nghhh-ughhh" Your pornographic moans are music to his ears. The feeling of being stuffed dumb by a big cock sends your mind spiraling in pleasure. His rhythmic thrusts completely swallow you. His hips buck into your cunt to be skin-to-skin and to drive deeper. Sylus's hands grip your sides from the involuntary jolting of your body every time the cock head bruises your g-spot.
"Good kitten, you can take it," He groans because you were tightening on him like crazy. Pussy walls clench to welcome the thick intrusion alongside his brutal thrusts. Sweat forms on Sylus' forehead as he pounds you into the mattress, soaking the surroundings in body fluids. It was like you never wanted him to let go, and all he had to do was stay inside forever. You could stay like this forever—fucked out and free from empress duties.
Your legs were tired and sore from hanging behind his back. You were about to put them down, but Sylus then sends a deep thrust, balls swinging against your ass every other second as a warning.
"A little more." He rasped amidst the wet sound of smacking flesh. You were too tired to think about replying, just wanting to feel his warm cum after his cock finishes wrecking your insides. And so you clench on him as hard as you can, making his hips jerk forward in surprise that sends him straight to your spot. You screech in surprise, not expecting that to backfire on you, but now you really feel your lower belly tightening, and your pussy starts to throb in anticipation of the joined climax. Sylus equally feels the pressure pressing down his shaft, his eyes intent on bringing your high.
Your walls start to flutter around him, and you beg to keep him going inside you, your vision starting to spin from the immense pleasure. Sylus obliges and sets out a final reckless pace before you shiver and let out a choked sob of his name. It was like a dam had broken, and your juices coated his thickness in a sticky essence. It left you trying your best to catch your breath as the man on top of you prepares to flood you inside.
Sylus chases his release and soaks up the feeling of your pussy and your lewd expressions before stuttering his hips and locking himself deep to empty his balls inside you. He paints your cunt with warm cum. Your pussy muscles milk every drop of his seed, taking it as they always do. His eyes were closed while dumping copious amounts into you. Sylus gives light thrusts before pulling and watching it all come out of your abused hole.
He scoops up some of that cum and pushes it back in, pressing his lips against your belly before coming up to your lips.
"That was insane." You managed to breathe out in the middle of kissing, and he chuckles, kissing your forehead for good measure.
"Rest for now, I'll clean you up." Sylus fixes your baby hairs that are stuck to your face, and you feel like giving in to the need to sleep. That exercise took quite a toll on your stamina.
"You'll need energy for the morning." He whispers playfully, just a moment before your eyelids close.
Sylus calls you to pick him up when he starts feeling bad at a buisness meeting, you spend the next two days caring for him.
8.7k words (this is a full fic continued from my buisness meeting sick fic post)
CW: EMETOPHOBIA WARNING-sylus has the flu, saying I love you for the first time, smut at the end, MC has a wet dream, hurt/comfort, bonding, caretaking.
"This whole situation has brought you closer to him, you can feel it in your bones. There's nothing more intimate than nursing your person back to health. The way he looks at you changes permanently that day, any resistance to your concern evaporating once and for all. The days of him teasing you for worrying and brushing off your inquiries transform under the weight of the trust he put in you when he called you two days ago."
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89645646
The boring business meeting drags on, Sylus sits in front of a collection of associates while they discuss a new trade route. This discussion has dragged on for hours, the plans were already laid out before this day but as always the others want to negotiate who gets what first and when. The leader of Onychnus normally wouldn't allow this kind of bantering to go on so long but today he's been feeling… off. Not bad enough to worry him but persistent enough to cause him to be more careful with his words and decisions. It's so hot in here… these people are so annoying… he thinks to himself while nonchalantly adjusting the collar of his shirt, loosening it slightly to combat an uncomfortable feeling in his skin. The pen he's used to sign off on requests slips in his grip when he picks it back up. He takes a slow breath through his nose. I must be coming down with something. He sighs, choosing to ignore the cold sweat breaking out on his clammy skin.
“That's enough.” He states, the room goes silent. He didn't want to break character, he's a feared crime lord after all. A little virus should be nothing, he's also not human so his immune system would probably take care of it after rest…. he hopes.
The delegations resume but Sylus starts to make decisions, he wants this meeting to be over as soon as possible so he can leave. Shit, that's right.. I had almost forgotten… He's supposed to go on a date with you tonight, how could he have let that slip his mind. I must really be unwell.. I don't want her to catch it. After he finishes assigning tasks to his subordinates he pulls his phones out. His heart gives a pang of guilt, he's never canceled on you before…
The text comes through and you read it twice, a slight frown as you pick up on a hint that something isn't right with your dragon. You’re certain he would tell you if a serious matter came up so you pretend to accept his change of plans and decide to meet him at his place to see if he's okay.
Proposals and detailed requests stack up in front of Sylus but he pays little attention to it. A nervous sensation collects inside him as he reads and signs off on the plans. Humans and their paperwork…. Annoyance builds in him, he finds himself skimming instead of reading by the time he gets to the last stack of papers. Restlessness causes his leg to bounce gently, he sets his pen down and slides the documents back without a word.
The room clears quickly, everyone leaves grateful they survived the encounter and feeling hopeful about the prospects of doing business with Onychinus. Sylus sighs, resting his face in his hands. “Fuck..” he whispers, saliva gathering thickly in his mouth. He swallows it back and is only rewarded with an unsettling feeling. You've got to be kidding me.
The chair rolls back when he stands, he doesn't bother pushing it in or looking up as he slips out of the meeting room into the hall of the hotel. Knowing the layout of the building like the back of his hand he moves swiftly towards a single stall bathroom to splash water on his face. The dim lighting does little to hide how horrible he looks, a faint sheen of sweat on his face accompanied by dark circles that only come from a body working overtime. “Uhg…” He groans, turning the water on and running it over his wrists to try to soothe the reality of a nauseous tingle behind his eyes.
It's become abundantly clear to him that he needs to get home where he can ride this out in privacy. The tingle behind his eyes spreads down his spine, his throat works on an involuntary swallow as his insides churn slightly. He exhales shakily, the sound seeming loud to him in the small room. “Fuck…” he whispers, the irony not escaping him that a small stomach ache is enough to break his composure. The rivals his assassins send can't do this much, neither can advanced weapons or powerful Evols. He sighs as he cups a small amount of tap water in his hands, sipping it slowly in a desperate attempt to soothe the building nausea. The regret is instantaneous, his stomach swirls causing him to tense up and close his eyes. The surface of the mirror fogs slightly when he presses his hand to it to steady himself, his other hand resting on the counter. Breathe slow, don't be a pussy about it. His breath is stolen by a near silent gag. He swallows reflexively with no avail, another guides cold liquid to the back of his throat as it brings the water back up.
The cold chills that have annoyed him all night turn to a heated flush that spreads on his cheeks and down his chest. The pressure in his stomach becomes unavoidable, a gush of watery vomit flows from him with force. This is obnoxious. He thinks to himself, slightly pissed that this couldn't have waited until he got home.
Another retch echoes quietly in the bathroom, his head pounding from the strain of it. “I can't drive like this..” he mumbles to his own pale figure staring back at him in the mirror. The dawning realization that he needs to call for help is the icing on the cake tonight. Onychinus's base is only 15 minutes from here but riding his motorcycle through the N109 Zone in this condition didn't sound appealing in the slightest.
This particular meeting didn’t warrant him to bring Luke and Kieran so he traveled alone on his motorcycle. The thought of riding home in this condition sent dread down his spine, being compromised in the middle of the N109 Zone without backup is too risky even for him.
After several minutes of struggling to regain his composure he pulls his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he unlocks it. The man's mind is sluggish, he contemplates who to call. Luke and Kieran would likely find it amusing to learn that he's been getting sick in a public bathroom. Not that he can really blame them, he might laugh at himself if he didn't feel so awful. After all, their mischief is the highlight of his life with them. A weak smirk curls at his lips as he sighs, sending a quick message to the group chat with them asking them to retrieve his motorcycle and bring it home. He knows they won't push or ask questions, they know better than that.
The text thread between you and him lay open now, his gaze fixed on your contact photo. The same photo you sent him in the middle of the night while missing him when he was on business in another area.
The phone rings once, his voice rough when you answer.
“Sylus... are you okay.?" The worry threaded in your tone is met with a shaky sigh.
"I need you to meet me at the hotel.. the same one we met at two weeks ago. I need a ride home… You can use one of the cars at Onychinus." he didn't have the energy to come up with an excuse and honestly… right now he didn't want to, he just wanted to be home.
The suspicion from earlier is solidified by the waver in his voice, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before speaking. "Okay, I can be there in a half hour. Are you okay..? You avoided the question..." you didn't think he was injured, he just sounded.. tired? Maybe drunk? You can't recall a single time when he sounded so… defeated? Nervous? You weren't sure what to think right now.
"I'm just not feeling well.. I want you with me." He mumbles as he sits down on the floor with his back against the door to wait for you.
"Okay love.. I'll be there as quickly as possible." You hang up and immediately start the engine on your bike, peeling out of the alleyway you had claimed as a good hiding spot while waiting for him to return home. The neon lights whizz by as you maneuver the route. Around 15 minutes later you’re on your way to the hotel in one of Sylus’s vintage cars.
It didn't seem like long for you but for your dragon waiting it felt like an eternity.
Sylus holds his phone in one hand, one knee up with his forehead resting on it as he focuses on keeping the nausea at bay. A dizzy feeling in the back of his head coupled with the undeniable fever coming on has him trembling slightly. He doesn't normally get sick, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. Apparently, even draconian fiends can catch the flu. He just hopes he can keep you from getting it as well, even though the thought of being in bed with you recovering from a mundane virus sounds like a poor use of a vacation but a vacation nonetheless.
The silence stretches, he startles at the sudden vibration in his hand that alerts him of a text from you saying you're here. The world tilts a bit as he slowly stands up, the dizzying feeling has him swallowing back a soft gag. "Fuck.." he whispers, quickly moving back to the sink as a second round of sickness pulls him under. His phone buzzes with a call this time, he can't answer right this second so he manages to send a quick text telling you to wait a moment.
A few minutes later he splashes water on his face and blows his nose, feeling even worse than he did when all this started. He doesn’t even have the energy to feel nervous about you seeing him like this, he knows he's safe with you and that you'll take care of him without judgement. This fact becomes his only comfort as he slips his phone back into his pocket and opens the door to the lobby.
A sense of peace brews in his chest when he sees you standing there in the middle of the lobby wearing a sundress, your expression tight with worry as you stare at your phone waiting for another message from him. You glance up to see him standing a couple feet away, his hands in his pockets looking completely drained.
“Sy..?” You rush over and immediately begin assessing him, checking for wounds or any discrepancies in his energy signature.
“Sweetie… I promise I didn't get into a fight.” The softness in his voice goes beyond just tired, you know this but it doesn't feel like he’s lying.
"Come on, Love. Let's get you home..." You whisper softly as you take his hand, the searing heat in his grip sets off alarm bells in your mind. The hotel doors slide open bringing in a rush of cool air from the parking lot that coaxes goosebumps to prickle on his skin under your fingers.
"You're burning up... is it the aether core.?" You tilt your head to examine him more, looking up at him while leaning against the hood of the car. A gentle touch grazing his cheeks confirms the fever you suspect, your thumb brushes under his right eye as you try and fail to locate a glow.
"No.. I'm just sick. Must have caught a virus." He catches your wandering hand, holding it gently as the truth sets in.
“Okay, I'm staying with you then.” Your mind is made up, you will not leave your beloved to weather this by himself. You sense a flicker of relief under his discomfort as you request a few days off from work. “I won't leave until you're feeling better.”
Sylus cracks a smile and shrugs, playing it off like this isn't the best news he's heard all day. "I won't argue with a pretty lady who wants to spoil me..." he mumbles as he opens the car door for you, shutting it after you sit.
You can’t help but track him as he moves to the passenger side, noticing the tension in his shoulders and the sweat still beading on his forehead. Sylus takes a slow breath before reluctantly getting into the car, knowing the ride will likely be unpleasant for him in his current state.
“Do you want the air on?” You ask while starting the engine. He nods with a whispered thanks, you crank it up then pull out of the parking spot.
You drive carefully, resting a hand on his arm gently rubbing your thumb on the heated skin. The slight shivers running through him make him seem so human at this moment. You sigh. "Why didn't you tell me sooner... I don't like the idea of you being alone with a fever.."
Sylus doesn't answer, he just laces his fingers with yours and squeezes gently as if he was lost in thought or just feeling too horrible to speak. Your brows furrow but you don't press.
You’re just about half way to the base when his throat clicks with a forced swallow. “Sy..?” you whisper, stealing a glance to find that he’s buried his face in his hand.
He shakes his head while rolling the window down a couple inches. "Just drive please..." he manages to mutter, sounding so weak and vulnerable that it makes your chest ache.
"Okay.." your focus sharpens, unable to ignore the way his breathing shakes a bit and he was swallowing every few seconds.
"We're almost home.." you whisper as you turn onto the road to Onychinus's base, only a couple more minutes now. It's become clear to you that your beloved had been throwing up and that's why he asked you to pick him up. A soft smile graces your face knowing that you are who he turns to when he's unwell.
The vehicle pulls into the garage and the doors slide down behind it, the engine cuts off. Protective instinct takes over and you quickly get out, moving to his side to open the door not wanting him to have to move more than necessary. He reaches for your offered hand, allowing you to pull him up gently. You're surprised when he leans on you with a sound that sounds almost like a whimper.
"Shh... it's okay.. we're home now.." you whisper, feeling a mixture of possessiveness and affection at the way he softens under your tender care. A shaky breath ghosts your ear as he lifts his head, your heart flips in your chest because even now he’s still the sexiest man you have ever seen. “You okay?” You whisper softly to him as you brush some hair out of his eyes. He shakes his head, tightening his fingers around yours as his Adam's apple bobs and his brows furrow a little. Seems your questions and worries will have to wait until you get him inside.
Sylus's stomach lurches before even making it out of the garage. The poor thing finds himself over a trash bin in the corner just as a torrent of fluid spews out of him, coughing from the burn and unable to stop the harsh gags that follow. The sound sends a complicated shiver through you but you don’t let it show. The man who only loses composure in bed with you is now reduced to strained gasps as he braces himself with one hand against the wall. "Mmh..." a soft whine makes your heart twist in sympathy.
"It's okay... I've got you..." you whisper softly, rubbing his back gently as his muscles clench under your hand. "Breathe slowly... it's only us here.." The softness of your words help him to relax a bit, a shiver runs through him as the sickness crests again.
A rough, wet sound tears out of your dragon that sends goosebumps spreading on your skin. The slow circles on his back never stop even as his fingers dig into your arm. “You're okay…” you whisper, sensing his anxiety as back to back gags and heaves bring up everything he's been fighting to hold down since he got into the car.
You fetch a few tissues from the workbench once the heaving subsides into ragged breaths. The intensity in your expression softens as you carefully wipe the spit off of his face. “My poor baby…” Your brows furrow again, you glide your thumb under his eye to catch a tear that escaped from the effort of being so violently sick.
He sniffles, coughing a couple times and spitting into the trash can before he wraps his arms around you and buries his burning face into the crook of your neck. "Thanks, Love.." he mumbles, slumping against you a bit and forcing you to bear his weight.
"Come on... let's get you to bed... I'll stay right by your side until this passes.." you whisper as you place a kiss to his cheek, not caring at all if he passes you a virus. The love you hold for him always overshadows everything else and this is no different. The only thing that matters to you right now is nursing your dragon back to health.
The pressure from his weight lets up and you follow him inside. “I'm going to grab some things, you get yourself to your room.” Your fingertips trail his arm before you let go.
Sylus chuckles at the hint of authority in your voice as he watches you disappear into his kitchen. “Whatever you say boss..” he mumbles, lips curling into a smirk when you retort back at him.
Sylus flips the ambient lights on in the bedroom and sluggishly undresses, even the rare materials in his plush robe are irritating his fevered skin. He sighs, too tired to think about showering or freshening up so he just sits on the edge of the bed and waits for you to return.
The fridge closes quietly behind you, you set a collection of sports drinks and water bottles on the counter. “Oh that's right…” you whisper to yourself while opening your bag, digging through it to find something. “Glad I kept this.” You set a bottle of antiemetic medicine on the counter, there's only one pill left but with any luck his symptoms will improve long enough to get hydrated and eat something light. The pantry door opens, you dig through to find crackers and ginger tea. “Perfect..” you smile, setting the rest on the counter before putting the kettle on.
The dark hallway has you squinting, you fumble for the light switch at the end before heading down to his room with everything in tow. Thankfully the door is cracked, you don't have a free hand right now. “Sylus?” you call out softly, huffing when you don't see him in bed like you expected. Careful not to drop anything, you set the drinks and snacks on the nightstand.
A sound of misery dissolves your frustration, you push open the door to the master bathroom with a bottle of water in your hand. “Oh, love..” you sigh, feeling worry stab at your heart once again from the sight of your beloved fighting for composure on the bathroom floor. A painful dry heave echoes through the spacious room making you wince slightly. You open a cabinet, pull out a cloth to wet with cold water then kneel next to him. “I have medicine that might help you… and I'm making tea.” you whisper as he gasps softly between empty retches. A soft hiss of relief graces your ears as you place the coolness to the back of his neck, you brush his hair from his eyes and crack the bottle of water open.
“Mmh..” He shakes his head, his brows scrunched in refusal when you hand it to him. Your eyes narrow in an unwavering glare that immediately caves him. He takes a small sip, only swishing it in his mouth and spitting it out.
“Drink…” You grumble, the fire in your eyes says you will not be taking no for an answer.
“Fine.. fine..” Sylus mumbles, actually loving that you've become fussy over his health.
You huff softly when he finally takes a small drink, you hate seeing him like this but you can't deny the enjoyment of this opportunity to be truly needed by him. “Thank you. I don't care if it stays down, you have to try to stay hydrated… I'm going to get the tea.” You stand and make for the door before he has a chance to argue.
He would have watched you walk away with a half smirk if he wasn't focused on keeping the water down, his effort to do so crumbling less than a minute later.
The incessant call of the kettle draws closer, you pull mugs from the cupboard and meticulously prepare two cups of ginger tea. Deciding it's best to not add any sugar to his, you settle on a generous drizzle of honey. “I wonder if any of these human remedies can even soothe a demon…” All of your instincts to aid him come from experiences of your own. “Oh well, at least he has my love.” you muse as you make your way back down the hall.
The mug is placed on his bedside table then you take a seat at the end of the bed. The bathroom faucet goes silent and you watch with concern as he dries his face. “Feeling any better..?” you sip your tea, quirking your brow when he leans against the doorframe.
“No.” He states before tentatively climbing into bed. He settles with his back against the headboard. “You really think this is a good idea..?” he whispers, a rare hint of uncertainty on his face.
You shrug, pulling out the pill bottle from your pocket. “Let this dissolve under your tongue, it should stop the nausea for at least 6 hours… Well, for a human it lasts that long. I don't know if it will even work on you.” you hold it out in your palm to him.
Sylus stares at it for a beat, you can see his wheels turning as he weighs the pros and cons of taking medicine. “I suppose it's worth a try…” he mumbles with a groan, examining it between two fingers before popping it into his mouth. His face scrunches up.
A giggle bursts from your chest. “Sorry… the flavor isn't for everyone… but if it works well enough to get fluids to stay down, you might be able to get some rest.” You can't resist watching his expression as the medicine dissolves. He sips his tea to wash the horrible taste away, the warmth spreads through him. He sighs, feeling the cold knot of dread unwind and fade into the background.
“Good..” you whisper as you retrieve a nightgown from the drawer dedicated to you in his dresser. Your lips curl slightly, the bathroom door closes behind you but you quickly correct this and leave it cracked while you change.
“That really helps, actually…” He whispers when you join him in bed with a pack of crackers and an electrolyte drink.
The smile that lights your face could brighten a funeral. “I'm so glad!” Your fingers brush against his as you pass him the cold drink. “But… I only have one, so… sorry if you feel sick again later.” You mumble, focusing on finishing your tea.
Sylus shrugs “It's fine, sweetie…. I'm sure this will pass quickly.” he sets his empty mug down, the fever flush still dusting his cheeks like a blush. He lets you feed him the crackers and finishes half of the electrolyte drink before drowsiness takes over. “I'm going to try to rest… Please remember to care for yourself too. I'm a big boy, I'll be okay.” He chuckles, knowing this comment will fluster you.
Your face flushes as expected. You finish your drink and resist the urge to make a joke about what else he has that's big… “Okay, I'll raid your fridge then come to bed.” You tuck the covers around him and kiss his forehead, still burning hot. Gentle fingers card through his fluffy white hair for a moment before you walk away, feeling lighter now that you've seen his symptoms improve. You glance at your phone to check the time, 2 A.M.
Two servings of fried rice later you nestle up in bed next to your furnace of a lover. Sylus snores quietly, brewing a buzz amusement that you manage to stay quiet about. The fever must have his sinuses blocked. The rhythmic sound soon pulls you into a hypnotic state, drifting you off to sleep with your face resting gently against his back.
The rest doesn't seem to last long though, his body temperature rouses you. “Holy shit..” You blink a few times and sit up, placing the back of your hand to his cheek.
He tenses up a little, his breathing shakier than when you laid down. Should I wake him..? Your thoughts quickly start to war in your mind. He won't take fever medicine… or cold medicine… You sigh, running your fingers through your hair in exasperation. No need to interrupt his rest. You carefully move out of bed and pad to the bathroom, keeping the light off so you don’t disturb him as you wet another cloth.
A soft hiss is emitted from him as you place it, you hum softly while gently scratching his scalp the way he likes. He leans into the touch and settles, the scene so precious to you that you decide to stay awake for a while longer.
The cloth is rotated out once it warms, around an hour passes before a heaviness pulls on your eyelids. Sleep comes without warning this time. Loving fingers still curled in sweat damp hair, the soft beat of your heart against his back as you drift. You don't even register that you're waking up at first when a soft sound enters your dreams. A shuffle of silk sheets and a sharp intake of air.
“Mmh?” You sit up, blinking away sleep. “Sylus?”
“Didn't mean.. to wake you.. Sweetie…” The roughness in his tone squeezes your heart like a vice. He's panting and shivering, looking completely debauched.
“Hey, now… none of that… I'm honored to comfort you. I love you.” the words tumble from you unguarded, the haze of sleep not registering with the idea of hiding your feelings from him.
“Love you too…” he whispers, carefully sitting up to rest propped up against the soft headboard. A fine tremor runs through him, you gather the cloth and go to wet it again. “It means a lot to me…” he mumbles.
Your movements are slow, careful to not jostle him as you sit on the edge of the bed. “I know.” The moment sinks into your soul, it feels as if you’ve done this time and time again… in another life.
His ruby red eyes watch you intently, you wipe the sweat from his forehead before repositioning the cold cloth at the nape of his neck. His eyes slip shut and you swear you see his chin tremble before he stills it. “You should drink more…” you whisper, he shakes his head.
“Okay, I won't force you.” You return to your side of the bed and settle next to him, putting your arm around him as he leans into you. The heat of his fever quickly warms your skin through your clothes but you don't complain. “Sweet little love…” You whisper, letting your instinct to sooth gently run free.
Anyone else would never get the privilege of being gentle with Sylus. This man that is feared by a whole city, maybe even a whole planet somewhere… now had his head on your chest, not teasing or retorting at your soft words. “This is nice…” he whispers, emotion swells inside you.
“Yeah.. it is nice…”
The soft snores start again a moment later. You rest your hand on his arm, feeling the heat through his soft robe. We just said I love you…. The realization hits you not like a train as one would expect, but softly as if it's the most natural thing in the cosmos. You've been in love with this man for over a year, yet somehow neither of you had ever come out and said those three words in that order. Why had you ever resisted saying those words to him?
The sound of his breathing lulls you again, your eyelids droop then gently shut. You stubbornly cling to consciousness for as long as your body allows, unwilling to let this moment end so quickly. The warmth of his body against yours feels like the greatest gift in the universe. “My Sylus….” you whisper as the last of your awareness blinks out.
“Fuck…” Sylus groans weakly, rudely awakened by a noxious taste in his mouth. Disoriented by his plight, he cautiously pushes himself into a sitting position. The movement sends a nasty feeling through him, he blinks to clear his vision but he's so groggy that he can't catch up to himself. “Kitten..”
“I've got you…” You whisper before even fully opening your eyes, the urgency in his tone sharpening your focus like a blade. He hiccups, swallowing thickly then presses his knuckles to his mouth. Less than a second later you're handing him a waste basket from the bathroom.
“Here… don't worry about getting up, let me take care of you.” You whisper sweetly in his ear, your hand on the small of his back unwinding some of the tension in him.
You glance at the clock. 5:26 A.M. The medicine had granted him a few short hours of peace.
The next hiccup sounds airy, his mouth waters profusely forcing him to spit quietly. You choose not to speak, sometimes misery just needs company with no strings attached. He rests his head on your shoulder as he breathes through it, eyes closed like a sick puppy asking for comfort. The sight warms your heart despite how unpleasant it is to see him suffering. The way he shivers slightly from the roiling nausea, his brows pinched slightly in discomfort… It's almost cute… almost. He feels your cool lips press to his forehead, a sense of surrender from the way you effortlessly care for him without any hint of reluctance.
“Mmh… love you..” he mumbles, immediately regretting the decision to speak but never the words themselves.
“And I love you, Sylus.” You whisper softly, keeping your arm around him when liquid bubbles in the back of his throat prompting him to lift his head from your shoulder. You can feel his racing heart through the contact, his anxiety spiking as the sickness returns with a vengeance.
“You're okay, I’ve got you..” you whisper, hoping your words will be enough to dull the edges of panic you can clearly sense from him.
“Mmmh…” He whines, actually whines when his body betrays him violently. The relentless heaving evicting anything left inside him. For several minutes he can only suck in shallow breaths between small gushes. His lungs burn, his eyes water and the only thing keeping him from completely crumbling is you.
“One second…” you whisper, slipping away to wet the cloth again determined to offer as much comfort as you can.
You resume your post right as a dry heave wracks him. “Breathe slowly, love… in through your nose… out through your mouth…” you’re not even sure if he needs this instruction but you have a feeling he doesn't go through this often.
Aside from one night when you both had way too much to drink, you’ve never seen him get sick… and this isn't the same as overindulgence. Your dragon makes something as miserable as a hangover look like a walk in the park.
Your heart clenches, the cold cloth warms faster than you’d like it to.
To your surprise he follows your technique. You breathe with him, running your fingers up and down his spine in sync with the rise and fall of your chest. Another dry heave, you don't break the pattern. He follows it again and after a few more empty retches his stomach relaxes enough to allow him to calm down. He slumps against you with a huff. You carefully wipe his face with some tissue you brought from the bathroom earlier.
“You’re good at this…” he slurs with droopy eyes, his voice like gravel scraping.
“It's easy, caring for you comes natural to me.”
“I'll take note… I'm always learning from you.”
The honesty in his words has you blinking rapidly to push back tears. You set the bin on the floor by the bed to deal with later and gently ease back onto the pillows. His arm tightens around you and he nuzzles weakly, sighing heavily as exhaustion steals him. The fever is really starting to worry you, you bury your unease instead of fussing about it. After all, it’s just a virus… it has to run its course and no amount of worrying will speed the process up.
The snores start again, his sinuses squeaking faintly. That complicated feeling returns… You hate that he's so cute when he’s not feeling well. I wonder if he's feeling guilty about all this… I hope not…
The clock reads 6:30 when you peel yourself from his grip to tidy the room. You change the bag in the basket, set out a towel and fresh clothes for when he's feeling well enough to shower then wander into the kitchen to find something to eat. You stop in the hallway, pulling your phone out to send a quick message to the chef: Make soup for lunch, just broth… something with immune properties. Even if Sylus won't eat it, you have to at least try. You'll lie and say you made it yourself if you have to. The thought of trying to lie to a man who can read desires makes you want to laugh.
The twins are sitting at the table, they give you an inquisitive tilt of their heads as you start to pull out ingredients. “Sylus is sick so don't bother him for a couple days… if he has anything pressing that you're aware of, try to postpone it.” You have no reason to hide this from them.
They chuckle softly but agree. “Okay, boss lady.”
You huff softly and shake your head. “I'm just a temporary fill in, acting president when the boss is occupied.”
Your retort earns amusement from both of them, their laughter lessens the weight of everything if only for a moment. “If you need us to get anything, don't hesitate to ask.” they offer softly, their eyes sparkling with the desire to help.
You nod, turning the idea around in your head but unable to think of anything that will help right now. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind.” You turn your attention back to the meal you're preparing, the simple task a needed distraction.
The three of you eat breakfast quietly, an hour slips past before you realize it. “Don't worry too much, okay?” You say as you ruffle their hair, pushing your chair in as you step away from the table.
“We trust you.” Their words land in the same place that Sylus's gratitude had earlier.
The hours reprieve from your duty as caretaker leaves you feeling relaxed, you start to realize how tired you are. Worry creeps back in… I should have had the chef cook for us… what if it's catching…? I could have spread the virus… I wasn't thinking… You sigh heavily as you push the door open, relieved to see that your patient is still asleep. I should shower…
Hot steam fills the room, the scent of your lavender soap drifts into the bedroom through the door you left cracked. You hum quietly, working through your whole routine and methodically rinsing your hair until the water runs clear.
Your ears perk, the water turns off. “Shit…” you whisper, hurriedly wrapping a towel around you and giving your hair a quick wring so you don't soak the floor.
“It's okay… I'm.. mmh… fine…” he lies, obviously resisting the urge to gag.
“Sylus… you aren't… don't lie.” You sit next to him, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his eyes. “Sorry if I woke you..” you mumble, guilt pulls your lips into a frown.
“You didn’t.. mmh…” he gags softly then exhales shakily. “The scent…” he rubs his eyes, the dark circles worse from lack of proper rest. “It made my head hurt…but it's okay.” he finally manages to speak through the tightness in his throat.
Oh.
“Okay, let me open the window then.” You channel remorse into action, cracking the window and turning the bathroom fan on high before closing the bathroom door.
When you turn around you have to bite back a laugh. This stubborn man somehow got up and crossed the room to the window so he could breathe in the fresh air. “You move quickly for someone who could barely sit up an hour ago…” you can't stop yourself from teasing him.
Sylus scoffs. “This is better than the alternitive…” he mumbles.
“Okay… well, just don't pass out there. I can't carry you back to bed.” You chuckle softly while dressing into a comfortable outfit. “Since you're up, I'm going to change the bedsheets.” You don't wait for a protest or reply, you strip the bed and toss them into the concealed hamper by the closet then select a red silk to replace them.
Your arms circle around him and you rest your forehead under his shoulderblade. “I made soup for you… will you try to have some?” You whisper into the soft robe, hoping he can't tell that you're lying if he's not looking at you.
“If I say no…?”
“Then I'm forcing you to drink electrolytes… either way, you have to hydrate. Your fever is higher than a human's… and I know you have nothing in your body.” You gently turn him until he's facing you and give your best pleading look.
He sighs. “Fine… but do you have any seditives..? I won't get better if I keep waking up every other hour.” The pitiful look on his face melts your heart.
“Not sedatives… but I do have prescription grade sleep aid.” You wrap your arms around him, he embraces you and rests his chin on your head.
“That will work.” you feel him inhaling your scent, finding comfort in it when it's on you but not just in the air. “Are you feeling okay..? I'm worried I'll pass it to you.”
“I'm not sick, Sylus. I promise I'd tell you if I was.” You tip your head back and gaze into those jewel-like eyes.
“Good.” He smiles softly, cupping your face then placing a kiss to your forehead
It's now 8:30 in the morning, the perpetual night of the N109 Zone keeps the room dark. You’ve watched him take the medicine, it should kick in within an hour so you're using this time to coax him to eat.
Sylus is being a brat.
“I already drank a whole bottle of water, Sweetie… please just let me sleep.” This powerful creature is pouting at you.
“Oh shove it, you're a big boy remember?” you smirk, mischief in your gaze. “I'll reward you handsomely after you're well..” the lilt in your voice breaks through the defiance.
“You were already going to do that... I know you're burning for me. I see the way you look at me while I'm half dead to a fever.” The grin he flashes pools heat between your legs but you ignore it.
“But I taste better when you've earned me…. right..?” You lean closer, batting your lashes.
The man groans hotly when you pull that out on him, your core clenches around nothing.
“You're lucky I'm too dizzy to take my prize now…” He finally takes the cup of broth from you and downs a curious sip. “It's good… I think… My tastebuds are shot right now.” He sniffles, his sinuses opening a little from the warmth.
“Thank you. You can sleep after you drink at least half of it.” You cross your arms, leering into him with a mix of lust and devotion.
Sylus's eyes darken, he sips it slowly and never takes his eyes off you. “Keep that desire smoldering, Kitten. I'll need it from you to recover fully.” he smirks from behind the mug.
A soft breath leaves you, you have to look away from his alluring eyes before you recklessly claim him now. “Delerious…” you mumble, teasing him and pinching his arm.
“Ouch..,” he winces, “I'm sick, my body is sensitive. You should be more careful with me.” You can feel that from his glare without lifting your head to meet it.
“Yeah, yeah… I get it…Sylus is fragile right now.” You tease, giggling to yourself. “I'm just relieved to see you eating.” You add delightfully when he hands the mug back to you empty.
“Now sleep before your body decides you can't.” You sit the cup aside and pull the covers up over you both, letting him use your chest as a pillow.
“Goodnight, Kitten.”
“Goodnight, Sylus.”
The gallop of your pulse reverberates against your ears as your beloved sleeps in your arms. The heat from his body highlighting the desire in your veins from the teasing, you feel more worked up than you want to admit to yourself right now. You two haven't had the chance for a proper rendezvous in weeks, you miss the feeling of him pressing you into the mattress. Memories of past encounters with him play in your mind without conscious thought, pulling you into a lucid dream.
Large hands on your hips as you rock back and forth on him, the memory of his rough voice telling you how irresistible you look when you give in to your desires. How impossibly deep he reaches into you, every meeting leaving you with an imprint of his body merged with yours. The intensity of intimacy with him etched onto your soul like a scar. Soft panting breaths against your ear only a faint nudge from the waking world.
The illusion fades, your blurry eyes pried open from movement in your arms.
“You okay..?” you mumble, still half asleep and a little disoriented by the intensity of your dream.
Your question is met with a shaky sigh.
“Sylus.?” You trace the side of his jaw, gathering cold sweat on your fingertips. Another shaky breath from him along with a soundless click in the back of his throat.
“Mmh…” His muscles tense a little, his body attempting to wake but struggling through the daze of sleeping medication.
Your lips meet clammy skin on his forehead, he shivers in your embrace and groans weakly while burying his face into the crook of your neck. A sharp hitch in his breathing makes you nervous. He seems to be seeking comfort.
“Sylus, I love you but please don't throw up on me…” You whisper as you contemplate whether or not to move. He's trembling now, nuzzling slightly with a ghost of a whine.
You stroke his hair slowly and find that it's very damp, poor thing has been sweating bullets. He swallows thickly, leaning back a little and rubbing under his eyes.
“I feel horrible…” he mumbles, your heart breaks for him.
“I know… you've been squirming in your sleep.” You speak so softly to him, full of love despite the nervousness creeping up your spine.
You rise with him when he sits up, keeping your arm around him to take some of his weight. He braces his elbow on his knee and rests his forehead in his hand, his other hand squeezes your thigh as he tries to get his bearings.
“So dizzy..” He whispers softly, attempting to open his eyes but disoriented by the way the room seems to tilt. “Uhg..” that soft pitiful groan deepens your concern.
“Okay…” you whisper softly, sleep still clouding your focus as you get out of bed.
The spot on the floor where the waste basket should be is empty, confusing you further for a moment. Where did I put it? You think to yourself peering around the dark room.
Sylus sucks in a ragged breath and groans again, his eyes snap open when his mouth fills with fluid. Shit. He's much too dizzy to get up right now, a couple hours of sleep is not enough to metabolize a sleeping pill. He swallows hard, stifling a cough and hoping that he can hold it until you return to his side. He scans the room in a panic, you're still looking and trying to remember where you put it after you changed the bag earlier.
“Sorry!” You whisper, rushing into the bathroom and flipping the light on to look.
Sylus covers his eyes, his concentration shatters the moment the harsh lighting reaches him. His stomach lurches and a wet gag leaves him right as you spot the bin. That's right! I put it on my side in case this happened! You have never been more annoyed with yourself in your life. You click the switch and cast the room back into darkness, retrieving the basket and putting it under his chin right as his control over his body is swept away by sickness.
The poor thing didn't even have time to move his hand from his face before he's violently retching, your face scrunches in remorse when you see the mess he’s made because of your mistake. Your heart sinks, thinking you've failed him as you turn the tap on to wet a rag and gather a few tissues.
“I'm sorry, Sy….” you whisper, carefully cleaning his hand as he continues to weather his body's rebellion. You toss the soiled item into the hamper and sit down on the edge of the bed, resuming your hand on his back in a gesture of solidarity.
He coughs then gaps, panting softly for a few seconds before testing his ability to speak. “Not your fault…” he manages.
Your heart clenches, you want to insist it is but there's no way you're going to argue with your lover while he's hardly hanging on to himself.
“Okay…” you whisper, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Fuck….” he breathes the word then hiccups. He swallows hard and rubs his forehead as if he could ease the nausea. The tactic works just long enough to allow him to catch his breath.
His stomach twists and sends him spiraling into another series of relentless heaves that eject every drop of fluid you coaxed into him. The sound makes you flinch slightly but you stay put, never once wishing you were anywhere else than by your dragon's side. Minutes tick by slowly. Eventually he starts to dry heave and whine.
“Shh… breathe slowly, remember… your body is empty, you need to let your stomach relax…” You slide your hand into his robe and place it over the clenching muscle, feeling the spasms and jumps. “You're okay… I promise…” you whisper when you notice how fast his heart is beating.
“Mmmh… Sweetie, this is awful…” his usual walls that project him as untouchable are completely down.
“I know… but these kinds of sicknesses usually pass after a day or two. I won't force you to eat again.” You kiss the side of his face, feeling wetness there likely from tears of overwhelm. He huffs softly in response, even the thought of eating made him want to hurl. He takes a tissue from you and blows his nose, wiping the spit from his face before discarding it.
Sylus closes his eyes, leaning into your touch as his breathing finally evens out. “Sleep.?” he slurs, the medication still weighing on him.
“Of course.” You take the basket from him and swap the bag again, this time placing it on his side of the bed by the nightstand.
“It's hot… Can you get the fan for me?” His request is so simple you can't help but smile.
“I really like taking care of you, Sylus… I just wish you didn't have to be sick for me to get this opportunity.” Your question is met with a soft huff that could have been a laugh if he weren't so sick.
“I'll start ordering you around then.” he mumbles, earning a giggle from you as you climb back into bed and settle with your arm around his waist.
“Does this feel good?” You place your hand on his stomach to rub gently. He nods and sighs, relaxing more by sliding an arm under his pillow.
“Keep doing that..” he slurs.
You smile and nod against his back, your eyes slipping shut as you lull him back to sleep. He doesn't wake up sick again that night. You seem to have grown accustomed to the way he tenses when he's feeling worse. You rouse every time and start rubbing gently again until you feel his muscles unclench.
The next day you prepare a bath for him, he lets you wash him and you take full advantage of the opportunity to pamper your beloved. Carefully gliding the sponge over his skin and taking extra care to scratch his scalp while you wash his hair. Your heart skips a beat when he starts to purr softly, you don't comment on it even though you want to tease him. The gentle rumble isn't a sound you hear often. The moment feels sacred in a way you can't put a finger on, something familiar in that purr.
“I'm going to change the sheets.. you just relax.” You kiss his forehead before going to freshen the room up.
The afternoon is spent laying together, you feed him electrolyte popsicles to keep him hydrated and he manages to keep them down. This whole situation has brought you closer to him, you can feel it in your bones. There's nothing more intimate than nursing your person back to health. The way he looks at you changes permanently that day, any resistance to your concern evaporating once and for all. The days of him teasing you for worrying and brushing off your inquiries transform under the weight of the trust he put in you when he called you two days ago.
The following day his fever is gone, you wake up to something wet and hot between your legs. A bite to your thigh and a nudge as his elbows spread them open.
“Come to claim your prize..?” You whisper breathlessly as your panties are pulled down hastily.
“Time to reward you for being such a good Kitten when I needed you the most..” His words are muffled but you still hear him clearly.
You push the sheets away so you can watch as those beady red eyes glaze over in worship. Fingers tighten in his hair as his mouth gets more insistent, your eyes roll back and he purrs against your most sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck, Sylus…” you moan so much sweeter than usual, your thighs shaking in his grip when his fingers join in to bring you to your end.
The pleasure makes colors burst behind your eyes. You grip his arms and haul him up on top of you, groaning greedily when you find that he's already naked. His arousal slides into you in one slow thrust.
“You mean so much to me.” He mumbles, head dipping down to bite and suck your neck as his hips move in deep, sensual rolls.
“I love you Sylus!” You whimper, nails scoring down his back already from how enormous he feels inside you.
“And I love you, Sweetie..” His voice shakes, he cups your face and holds your gaze.
The glow in his right eye starts soft, pulses brighter then stays gleaming. A sensation washes over you unlike any other before. The tingle starts in your heart and radiates outward, stealing your breath and pitching your moans higher.
“That's it… mmgh… good girl…” Sylus growls the words, pressing his forehead to yours as his hips move faster.
The sound of wet skin on skin echoes in the room, mixing with his rough groans and your desperate pleas for more of him. You're brought over the edge again and again and again…. It will never be enough.
No amount of the one who holds your soul will ever be enough.
Negan forcing his fingers down Carl’s throat over and over again until Carl is uncontrollably vomiting. There’s tears in Carl’s eyes as he coughs up straight bile, yet Negan still keeps going. He shoves Carl’s face in his own vomit and tells him to clean up his mess.
summary: After a desperate search for his mate, the dragon prince leaves the celestial realm to drink away his sorrows, only to find the person he was looking for in a commoner. You.
warning: breeding, mating, lots of cum, scenting, he fucks you in his dragon form
WK: 10k words
The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed down the palace halls, a growl leaving the throat of the celestial dragon prince.
It was tiring, looking for a bride every day. Not a single woman had been the right one for him… how would he ever be king without a mate?
It made him both angry and strangely… lonely at times. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be a happy couple. Noblemen and women lounged together, being fed grapes or massaged. Even when his eyes glanced towards the common folk, he would spot lovers holding hands or sharing a secretive kiss while serving the palace.
It was enough to drive a dragon to drink.
So while everyone celebrated in the palace after another boring day, the prince transformed into a more suitable appearance, taking on the form of a beautiful nobleman.
He assumed it would be enough to stay under the radar, unaware that his beauty and elegance would draw the attention of every maiden at the bar.
Leaving the celestial realm to dine among humans wasn’t exactly forbidden, but it was looked down upon for higher beings such as himself to dine amongst the common folk, hence the disguise.
Though, with his antler-like horns and claws, there was no doubt he was a being from the celestial realm.
As he walked through a quaint town, people stopped to stare, often with mouths agape.
He didn’t notice, eyes transfixed on the ground. All he could think of at the moment was finding something to drink his sorrows away.
In the distance, he saw the glow of warm lighting coming from a small tavern.
‘Perfect. Seems like a place the common folk gather. I should fit in well enough.’
Though he thought this, the second he walked in the bustling tavern grew quiet, all eyes on him. This wasn’t picked up by the prince, and he continued towards an empty table.
After getting comfortable, his mind began to wander. Life at the palace had been… stressful as of late.
He was used to the rumors, even used to people fearing and avoiding him. But what was unusual was his own insecurity in his heart.
Why hadn’t he found a mate yet? Part of him wandered if there was something inherently wrong with him. Although he hadn’t made much time to truly search out his soulmate, it shouldn’t have been so hard.
He was a prince… yet when he looked at the scars on his body that wouldn’t heal, he felt like a failure.
Weak.
As he sulked, he didn’t even notice that a glass of wine had been placed in front of him. What made his head snap up was the sound of a soft voice.
“Are you alright?”
He looked up, eyes wide as your smell hit his nose. That scent, the way it made his body react…
The woman before him was plump, your eyes giving him a soft and concerned look as you held the empty serving tray to your… ample chest.
It took him a moment to register your words. You glanced at him and then back at the bar, a nervous smile on you face.
You had never interacted with such a handsome man that was clearly of a higher class than yourself. Was it disrespectful to speak out of turn?
Your heart was kind and gentle, so you couldn’t help but speak up when he looked so down.
Once your words fully registered in his mind, he cleared his throat. This was all too much. For several months, nearly a year he had been halfheartedly searching for his mate, and here you were, in a random bar in the human realm.
His eyes moved from your face and down your body, taking in your features. Again, you were plump, with heavy looking breasts, a soft belly, and the outline of thick thighs and hips he could see through your dress.
A perfect mate.
The prince finally looked up, studying your face. Chubby cheeks, a soft smile, pretty eyes…
He had never put much thought into what his mate would look like, but now that he had seen you, he knew that this is all he could ever want.
“I’m alright… another glass, please.”
As you walked away with a flushed face, he downed his glass quickly to try and calm his racing heart. Gods, just the scent of you was enough to have him struggling to control himself.
“Here you are…”
You placed another glass in front of him, smiling shyly as he took it. He was handsome, regal and nearly lit up the room with his beauty. Everyone could tell he was not of this world, and you felt beyond honored to be the one who got to serve such a special man.
But in his mind his thoughts were far from graceful. His eyes didn’t leave your figure, continuing to glance at your hips and soft belly. Both features were absolutely perfect for breeding purposes…
“My dear, what is your name?”
You blinked, taking a moment to process his question. In all honesty you had been completely distracted by his beauty that you zoned out. This was so embarrassing, your cheeks heating up as you struggled to answer.
“M-my name? Oh it’s (Name)!” you babbled out, covering your mouth afterwards. Oh no, you probably sounded way too eager!
He just smirked, taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. “(Name)? That’s lovely… (Name).”
Your name being said by such a handsome man had your body feeling hot. This man was looking up at you with an air of confidence that had you flustered, your eyes unable to look into his.
Was it disrespectful to not answer? He was most likely a noble…
“Th… thank you, sir. It’s just a common name, I’d say.”
He reached out and cupped your cheek, his large palm warm against your face. “Perhaps, but it’s a name I will never forget.”
Your cheeks flushed at this, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. That alone was enough to have his pants tighten.
The two of you exchanged longing glances throughout the night, and when your shift was ending, he stopped you before you could leave.
The dragon prince stood, his full height dwarfing you completely. “Come. Let us find somewhere quiet.”
Though you had always been warned by the tavern owner to never follow a guest outside, you were transfixed by his confident smile and intelligent eyes.
As he led you outside, his form seemed to almost… shift slightly. Though he still appeared mostly human, his horns grew longer and teeth sharper.
The moon shone down on them, their breaths coming out in white puffs. It was cold enough for you to shiver, but soon you were warmed by his embrace.
“It’s quite chilly at this time of night, is it not? Stay by my side.”
He led you through the night, the only light that of the shining moon. When it was covered by clouds, he still had no issue guiding you around uneven terrain and the occasional tree root.
It was then you realized there was no way he was human. You had your suspicions before, but it wasn’t uncommon for some human mages to take on animal features to help them with their magic endeavors.
This man, however, was no mage or lowly magical creature. You could tell by the way the moonlight enveloped his body, making him glow in the dark of night.
“What are your plans for me?”
Your voice was shaky, but you felt no fear. The trembling came from a sense of excitement and lust.
And he could smell how wet you were.
He didn’t answer immediately, instead lifting you over a puddle of water and setting you down on the other side.
The dragon prince paused after this, cupping your cheek as he took in your curious expression.
“I will take you on as a mate. From the moment I saw you, it was clear you were the one I have been looking for.”
He cleared his throat before he continued.
“I am the current celestial dragon prince. You will love a life of luxury and never be without…”
It was hard for him to speak when he could smell your arousal growing thick in the air, his own scent mixing in. “… will you be mine?”
Your body felt so warm, you wanted so badly to say yes…
But it didn’t feel real. He was bound to you of all people? You were a lowly tavern barmaid, born into a life of poverty. Nothing about you was inherently special and it was hard to comprehend anyone as beautiful as him wanting to spend his eternal life with you.
“You… are joking, right? Did you drink too much?”
The words coming out of your mouth felt wrong. You could feel the sexual tension in the air, yet your mind wouldn’t listen to your body’s natural instincts.
“I do not joke about things as serious as this, my love. I am your mate, we are tied together by fate.”
He lifted your hand, kissing the back of it.
“How can I prove to you that I am serious?”
Before you could answer his form began to shift again, his hands becoming claws. It was getting even harder to hold back, and you were soon lifted into his arms.
“I can’t… hold back anymore… since I realized you were my mate, I’ve been dying to taste you.”
The world became blurry, your body growing hot and your head woozy as everything faded and shifted. Next thing you knew, the two of you were in an intricately decorated room.
You were set onto the softest bed you had ever felt, given no time to take in your surroundings.
He was already opening your thighs, sniffing at your clothed cunt. A groan left his lips, his long black hair tickling your sensitive thighs as he dipped his head between them.
“Gods, you smell delicious. Please… I must taste you.”
You swallowed when his nose rubbed against your inner thigh. The way he was looking up at you had your heart thumb ping rapidly in your chest.
“A-alright…”
Within seconds of your consent his claws ripped through your underwear and his face was buried between your thighs.
His tongue swirled around your clit, and all you could do was moan and hold onto his horns for support.
He grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the soft fat and pulling you closer. Your pussy had already been drooling with need, and now you felt your arousal dripping down your thighs, his chin covered in your slick.
It was erotic, the sound of his grunts and groans filling the air with each lap of his tongue. You tasted divine, and he was losing himself in you.
Nothing else besides you mattered in this moment. All he could think of was how good it felt to have your thighs squeezing around his head. The moans you let out had his cock twitching incessantly, and he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.
“Gods…”
He pulled back, looking at the wet mess your fat pussy had become. Your eyes were glazed over, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath.
How many times have you orgasmed so far? You felt almost selfish, already wanting more from him after he just pleasured you.
“My sweet little mate, how do you feel now? My precious, you’re glowing.”
He almost purred when he leaned forward, breathing softly against your neck. You let out a content sigh, reaching up to play with his long black hair.
“Mmm… I’m feeling pretty tired, I’d say… I’ve been working since noon.”
He stiffened a bit at that, resting his chin on your head. The prince did not enjoy thinking about you working so hard. Even though he had only known you for a few hours, you were his mate.
“Well, my dove, do not worry your pretty little head anymore. You will work another day in your life. From now on, you will be pampered and taken care of… I guarantee it.”
Despite how his cock ached to be inside of you, he decided to wait until you were rested to properly mate with you. It would take more energy and leave you exhausted…
You fell asleep in his arms, feeling so warm and safe. How long had it been since you had been held? That last time you could remember was your childhood, when you were just a tiny thing.
He made you feel small, protected, and… so, so warm.
In the morning you awoke, stretching with a yawn as you sleepily stood to get ready for your job. It was strange, when you reached for your apron on your nightstand, you couldn’t find it.
That’s when you remembered the previous night.
Your face warmed immediately, and you barely held back an embarrassed squeal when you noticed the man groan tiredly, his face buried in your chest.
“Go back to sleep, love…”
It was too early in the morning for you to protest, and you haven't slept in since you were a child. It felt nice, getting to fall back asleep in his arms, his hair tickling your cheek.
You listened to his breathing, smiling sleepily. His sharp claws slowly ran through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp to lull you back into slumber.
The next time you woke up it was nearly noon. This was beyond embarrassing, even as a child you had only slept in this much when you were deathly ill. The prince still attempted to get you to stay in bed longer, but when you protested he huffed.
“Alright, alright… stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”
He snapped his fingers, servant girls appearing at your side immediately.
“Your highness,” they greeted, bowing before your bedmate. The prince waved a hand dismissively, rubbing his temple.
“Take my mate and get her a bath and some fresh clothes. Treat her well, she is your future empress after all.”
The servant girls bowed again, raising their hands. “Yes, at once.”
They led you away, and you could only look back pathetically as he lounged in bed, watching you go with a smirk. Your plump rear was certainly a nice sight, and your hips swayed deliciously while you were guided away.
He couldn’t wait to feel how warm your cunt was when he sank into you that night.
As you were led down the halls and into the bathhouse, you saw female royals and nobles alike being pampered by the servants. They were fed grapes, massaged, and even dressed.
You weren’t even sure if they had ever lifted a hand to take care of themselves your entire life. It left you feeling sour. Every day had been a struggle to even put food on the table, much less properly take care of yourself, and here these women were completely pampered to the point their skin glowed.
In all honesty you had never seen yourself as anything special, but before you at least thought you could marry someone with a bit of wealth and settle down peacefully.
After seeing the beauties of the castle, you were left feeling… insecure. How could you ever compete with these gorgeous women?
Without much warning you were stripped down to your birthday suit. The servants weren’t rough, but they weren’t exactly gentle either as they helped you into the bath and scrubbed at your skin.
“Filthy, and you slept in the same bed as the prince. Have you no shame, human?”
You flinched as their nails dug lightly into your scalp. It was painful, but you dared not to make a sound.
“And those rags you wore… just disrespectful, I’ll say.”
Unfortunately, you agreed wholeheartedly, and wondered why such an elegant and noble person such as him dared to even touch you. After all, you had the entire day’s sweat and dirt decorating your skin and clothes.
Unbeknownst to you, the fact that you had been sweaty and strongly scented played a big part in his list for you. A mate was meant to smell like themselves, and to him you smelled absolutely divine.
You looked away in shame as you were rinsed off. Although you felt rather uncomfortable, the floral scent of the soaps and the quality didn’t go unnoticed by you. Never before had you had access to such luxurious toiletries. It was rare for you to have scented soap, but this moisturized your skin and made you feel like a brand new person.
“Worry not, we are well aware of the prince’s mating bond with you. Be you royalty or common folk, we will ensure you will look the part of a princess.”
With that, you were quickly dried off and moved along towards a dressing room.
As you waited in a small room, being told to water yourself, you could hear voices speaking softly nearby.
“Truly, one could even feel sorry for a common girl marrying that insane prince.”
“Oh, dear heavens, do not let any of the celestial royalty hear such things.”
“But I am not wrong, am I? I worry he will simply dispose of her when he is done. Even the humans know that the celestial beings here can do with them as they please and no one will bat an eye.”
You stayed quiet, simply staying near the warm hearth as you continued to dry off slowly. Of course you had heard rumors of the infamous deities residing within the celestial realm.
None of those rumors were good.
Despite feeling a bit nervous, you shook off their words. Even if you were to be tossed aside, you wanted to spend at least one day feeling beautiful and… loved.
If what this was could even qualify as love.
He had called you his mate, did celestial beings mate for life? You were human, it was something hard for your mortal mind to comprehend.
A mate… like a soulmate perhaps? Did that mean he thought the two of you were destined for one another?
Could that mean that none of this was natural, that you were bound together without much choice?
What if he was desperate for a mate and didn’t truly love you?
These thoughts swirled around your head as you were brought into the dressing room.
Before you, rows upon rows of dresses and different types of clothing you had never seen before hung on racks. A few servant girls were already waiting in front of a mirror, holding measuring tape.
“Stand here while we take your measurements.”
You held out your arms, cheeks hot as your naked body was put on display for various women. Their expressions were neutral, and they simply figured out what size you were before running off to fetch various clothing items.
This only added on to your stress.
“Your own personal wardrobe will be prepared shortly, but as the seamstresses are working, you will wear pre-prepared dresses.”
You were dressed in something elegant and flowy, a light blue and white in color. It was something you had never worn before, the fabric soft yet thick and warm.
“With a bit of work, you will be ready for the banquet tonight. For now, the prince is requesting your presence at his bedside once more.”
A servant girl led you way, and you heard the others discussing how to prepare your hair and makeup later in the evening.
You were not looking forward to that.
You were led back to the room you woke up in. The smell of incense wafted from under the door, the lavender and vanilla scent making you relax.
“Come in,” the prince called out after the servant girl knocked. After being ushered in, you slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room and opened your eyes.
He was laid out in the bed, taking in your new look with eager eyes. “Mmm… you clean up nicely, though I preferred your scent before.”
The prince gestured for you to join him in bed, and you quickly scurried to his side, shyly climbing in next to him. “What’s the reason for all this timid behavior? My tongue was buried deep inside of you last night, was it not? There’s nothing to be shy about.”
Your cheeks heated up once again, and you avoided his gaze. “S-saying things like that… isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a p… prince? Won’t they-“
He laughed, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. “And you think a prince would care who hears him speaking to his mate as he pleases? You are mine, how I talk to you is no one’s business.”
The way he spoke made a shiver go down your spine. He was so confident… and you?
You were the daughter of a simple tavern owner, having no prospects other than hopefully marrying a decent man that would take good care of you.
Though you could feel your body yearning to be near him, almost instinctively drawing closer, you thought it was… strange.
Was the only thing connecting you to this beautiful man instinct? Though you ached when he looked your way, you couldn’t help but feel empty.
What other reason than being forced by fate would a man like him choose to be by your side?
You softened when the pads of his fingertips slowly slid down your side. He was gentle with you, though you had the feeling he wasn’t always like this.
“Come closer, I wish to hold you.”
Slowly you climbed to his side, melting into his touch when he cupped your chubby cheek.
The servant girls called him insane before, insinuating he was cruel and beastly.
But could someone with a touch this gentle truly hurt you?
“You look lovely. Perfect, I’d say,” he mumbled, burying his nose into your hair. You held onto his sleeve, feeling his horns lightly rub against you.
“… you call me lovely, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more handsome man than you.”
He chuckled, his chest tumbling pleasantly. “Am I? Darling, you’re going to make me blush.”
You could tell he was lightly teasing you, which led you to letting out an involuntary huff. This made the dragon prince’s laugh increase in volume.
“Oh? My little mate is pouting now? How cute.”
He tilted your chin up, taking in the way your chubby cheeks puffed out lightly, and how your lips pursed.
“Ahh, you’re going to be the end of me, darling. I can hardly control myself when you’re looking at me like that,” he purred, his voice almost a growl.
Before he could continue his teasing, there was another knock at the door. His demeanor shifted from relaxed and amused to irritated in seconds.
“Who dares to interrupt my time with my precious mate?”
You rested your head against his chest as a woman entered. She certainly was no servant girl, you could tell by the silk and thick wool she wore.
“Mother…”
He held you close, wrapping his arms around your body and tucking your head under his chin. It was almost like an animal protecting its young from a vicious predator.
The woman before you had icy blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. It was almost like she was looking into your soul, judging you from within.
Though she looked so different from the prince, he called her his mother…
“You are to report to your father within the hour with your… so called mate. He will be the judge on if this is an actual mating bond this time. You should hope it is, to save yourself the embarrassment.”
With one last look that could freeze hell itself, she turned away, a servant girl shutting the door for her.
You looked up to ask the prince about the woman from before, but he looked distant and cold himself. He stared at your soft body, caressing your cheek and keeping you close to his chest.
“… worry not about that hag, my love. She is not my true mother, simply a woman the emperor, my father has married.”
Though he told you not to worry, the way he held you was enough to have you tense.
The prince held you as if letting you go could only invite trouble… and you knew that woman was the reason for his uneasiness.
Walking with him through the halls made you feel like a princess. People bowed as you passed by, but you noticed others retreated out of fear. Though he kept up a cold facade, you could feel his grip tighten on your hand each time a servant or royal scurried away.
Her presence definitely had a profound effect on him.
He stopped before a massive door, so big it could easily crush you if it were to fall forward. Carved into the dark oak were images of what you could only assume was the banquet of the Chinese zodiac.
They danced and feasted all over the door, and in the center was a dragon watching over them all. The eyes of the dragon were encrusted with sparkling red jewels, and it almost felt like they followed your every movement.
The doors opened, relieving you of the dragon’s intense stare… only for you to come face to face with a real one.
“Father,” the prince acknowledged the dragon, bowing low before you blinked rapidly.
“F-father!?”
The dragon before you was easily the size of the tavern you worked at, if bigger. It sat on a (most likely) custom made thrown, glaring down at your with red eyes that matched the one from the door.
“Ah, your mate already sees me as a father. How cute.”
You stiffened as the dragon stood, causing the palace to shake. Everywhere you turned, people either continued on or stood politely nearby, completely… calm!?
So, trying to fit in, you bit the inside of your cheek and looked up, meeting his eye. You reached out your hand as he approached.
“It’s good to meet you, y-your highness. My name is (Name).”
The prince gave you an amused, incredulous look from the corner of his eye, but you could see the way the corner of his mouth twitched in panic.
The floor shook with the emperor’s laughter, his tail lashing behind him and knocking over a potted plant.
“My son, your supposed mate is quite funny. She offers me her hand like a commoner would, not surprising considering her upbringing.”
Though his words sounded rude, there was no malice behind it. He reached out one of his claws, and you shook it.
It took you a moment to register the cool feeling of his claw turning into the warmth of a human hand. He had shifted into a more humanoid form… and a handsome one at that.
Though he was older and taller, you could tell the resemblance to the prince. He was definitely his father, there was no doubting that.
“I assume this form may be less threatening to a human such as yourself. It may not seem like it, but I take no pleasure in frightening those who may become my family.”
His touch was firm, but not rough. The emperor moved away from you just as the prince’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.
“Ah, my apologies, son. She’s yours, isn’t she?”
The prince’s appearance had changed slightly, his dragon features becoming more prominent. Dark scales appeared along his face and arms, his horns growing in size to the point they looked too heavy for his head.
It was clear he was incredibly protective of you, disliking his father being too friendly with his mate. It made you feel quite happy, seeing how worked up he got over a perceived threat.
Your fingertips lights caressed his cheek, and slowly he calmed down. His scales flattened out into smooth skin again, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“It’s alright,” you murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t fuss, everything will be okay.”
Something about you soothed his soul in a way no one else could. To anyone watching, it was obvious that you were his soulmate.
“It seems you have finally found the one, my son.”
Your hand suddenly grew hot, and you yelped as you held your hand up to see what was causing the sudden pain.
There was now a ring on your ring finger, the color of the stone the same as the prince’s eyes. On his hand was a matching band, encrusted with jewels that matched your eyes.
“I have recognized your mating bond as being valid. The wedding shall take place when the moon is full once more.”
The prince squeezed your hand, his thumb running over your new ring possessively. You could tell by the way he sniffed at you that he was eager to get you back to his bedroom.
Though part of you was thrilled to be tied to someone that made your heart flutter inside your chest… insecurities still lingered in your mind.
Did he truly love you? You’d only known him for 24 hours, there was no way he could… it all had to be because of your mating bond…
Right..?
Almost as if sensing your unease, the emperor chuckled. “My son, it seems you and your mate are eager to consummate this mating bond. Perhaps it’s time to show her your feelings.”
With that, he gave a nod to one of the deities lounging about nearby. “Begin preparations for the wedding… and tell everyone that interrupting the future emperor and empress tonight will bring severe punishments.”
The two of you were dismissed with a wave of the emperor’s hand, and your lover was quick to gather you in his arms and carry you back to his room.
“Father may be intimidating and married to the most evil bitch alive, but at least he can understand that the newly tied need privacy.”
You whimpered when his face nuzzled against your neck, your heart beating faster as he inhaled your scent.
“Gods… I’ll be mating with you before the banquet, I cannot hold back any longer…”
The second the door to his room was closed, his lips smashed into yours. He was desperate for you, his hands roaming your plump hips and holding on tightly.
“Your scent has been driving me insane… I need you, darling…”
You let out a whimper as he lowered you onto the bed, your thighs trembling lightly at the memory of last night. Pleasures unimaginable had been given to you, and you were sure that it would only get better now.
But…
“… are you sure this is what you want?”
His lips paused on your neck, his hands moving from your hips to your face. He held onto your chin, tilting it up to meet his face. “… what do you mean, my love? Of course I want you, we’re mates-“
“Is that the only reason!?”
His eyes widened when you raised your voice, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The past day you had been doubting his love for you, seeing it as only instinctual…
“(Name)… you don’t understand how much I adore you.”
You melted as he kisses your eyelids, his touch tender and affectionate. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one. Mating bonds are important, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you outside of it. You’re kind, you make me smile and feel like…”
He sighed, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Let me show you something.”
The prince pulled back, and you felt your body ache when his warmth faded from your skin. He slowly disrobed, letting the expensive fabric fall to the ground.
His torso was littered with scars, long and jagged, all seemed to be caused by fighting. The prince didn’t meet your eye as he spoke.
“Most celestial deities heal wounds like these easily, but try as I might, these scars do not seem to heal. It is because… I am weak.”
He hung his head in shame, hair falling to hide his face. “How can I even think of taking care of a mate when I can’t even protect you? I’m-
You reached out and grabbed his hand before he continued. You placed your fingertips over one of his scars, shaking your head.
“Don’t say that…”
It was quiet, your touch soothing on his scarred skin. He shuddered as your traces each wound, every movement of your fingers tender and full of love.
“Having scars doesn’t make you weak, not at all… it shows you’ve survived so much… it’s evidence of how strong you are.”
The prince did not say anything, simply wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. All he could have ever wanted was his mate to accept him as he was, completely.
You truly were meant to be his.
“I need you, (Name), my love… my body burns with desire every time you touch me.”
He had waited long enough. Being so close to you had caused him to slowly enter an almost rut like state. If he couldn’t mate with you soon, he’d go crazy.
“Then I want you to have me… I need to be yours…” you said, leaning into his touch. His chest tumbled at your words, the scales from before coming back. This time it wasn’t out of anger, no, he was very pleased.
“As you wish, my love. I will make you mine entirely, just give me your trust and I will give you my heart.”
This time you initiated the kiss, much to his delight. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in.
A battle for dominance began, your tongues fighting but you gave in quickly. He was strong, and you wanted him to ravish you. You were giving yourself to him.
He was quick to shred through your clothes. The displeasure of such a nice dress going to waste only lasted for a second before you melted into his arms.
“Divine, just gorgeous…” he murmured, groping one of your breasts. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”
He lightly tugged at one of your nipples, the other one sucked on lightly. His tongue swirled around the perky bud, his free hand moving downwards, towards your clothed cunt.
For a minute he rubbed you through your underwear, lightly circling your clit. His ear twitched when you let out a breathy moan, your hips bucking lightly into his hand.
His cock twitched, already erect and desperate to be inside of you. But he was a gentleman, and couldn’t bear the thought of potentially hurting his mate.
So he was gentle, removing your soaked underwear and prodding at your needy hole. “Look at that, someone is excited…”
“Says you…” you managed to get out between moans, feeling his fingers curl up and hit the perfect spot inside of you. “You’re spilling precum all over my thighs…”
He grinned, enjoying your back and forth banter. “Oh? Then perhaps it’s time to get on with it. After all…”
His head pushed against your cunt, eliciting a moan from both of you. “I don’t want to waste a single drop of my seed… it all needs to be inside of my mate…”
And then he penetrated you. At first it hurt, the stretch feeling uncomfortable, like you were being pulled apart. You’d never seen a human man naked, but you assumed he was bigger than average.
If you had to guess, you’d say he was around 8-9 inches long, and girty too. Taking him wasn’t easy, and he hated seeing tears well up in your eyes because of him.
Being inside of you felt heavenly. You were warm and tight, and he could cum just from being fully sheathed in your fat cunt… but he felt terrible for feeling so much pleasure while you were in pain.
“It’s going to be alright, sweetheart…” he murmured, one of his claws caressing your hips. “I’m going to be gentle, this pain won’t last for long…”
He peppered kisses along your neck, waiting patiently for you to calm down and for the pain to ease. The prince was well aware of the size difference between you and him, and that if he wasn’t careful during mating, his form could shift and grow larger, potentially harming you.
He was right, soon the pain began to ebb away, dulling until all you could feel was pleasure washing over your body. His cock twitched inside of you, and you arched your back.
“Ready?”
You nodded, your chest rising and falling as your breathing picked up. He could feel how wet you were, and began to move slowly.
The moan the movements of his lips elicited from you caused him to groan, his eyes flicking to your flustered face.
“M-more… please?”
Though there was part of him that wanted to make you beg and plead for more, he wanted to fuck you too much to pause and wait. They had all of the time in the world to make love, but right now he needed you desperately.
His hips slapped against yours as he picked up the pace, claws gripping so tightly that you could feel them piercing your skin.
But that light pain paled in comparison to the intense pleasure you felt as your velvety walls clenched around him in your first orgasm of the night.
“So good… so fucking good…”
He groaned into your neck, breathing your scent mixed in with the smell of sex in the air. The prince could have gotten drunk off of that alone.
Your head soon grew fuzzy with pleasure, and all you could think of was how good it felt to be absolutely ravished by your mate.
All thoughts of gentleness were thrown out the window as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder so he could push deeper inside. He watched as he cock moved in and out, covered in your slick…
When he came, you felt yourself being stretched, his cock swelling inside of you. So much cum was stuffed into your womb, your tummy full of his seed.
Something about being filled with your mate’s cum felt… right. Like it was the natural thing to do, he needed to stuff you full of his seed like a good mate should…
He stayed inside for a while, rutting against you even as he continued to cum. He didn’t want to leave your warmth…
But despite that, he was nowhere near satisfied… but despite your whines, he pulled out a moment later.
“… gods… don’t fret, my love… we can continue after dinner. Trust me, you’ll need your energy for tonight.”
He gave your clit one last teasing flick before pulling your soaked panties back over your cunt.
“Ah, my love… you’ll need another bath. I’ll fetch the-“
You held onto his hand, shaking your head. “I wanna… take a bath with you…”
In reality you didn’t want to be with those gossiping women again. The things they said about the prince upset you, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold your tongue this time.
Even if some of the rumors might be true, your mate wasn’t some monster. He was kind to you, he yearned for acceptance in a world that deemed him weak for having scars.
“A bath with me, hmm? Can’t get enough of me can you?”
Though he was teasing you, it was clear the fact you wanted to stay near him brought the prince endless joy. “It seems my puppy knows where her home is already.”
This made you pout, and he cooed over you. “Oh, don’t make that face, I’m joking.”
With that he lifted you up, kissing your forehead. “Of course you can bathe with me. I’d rather not have anyone else see you covered in my seed anyways.”
You let him rinse you off, his hands lingering on your messy cunt as his cock fucked your thighs. You were both still feeling needy, wanting to fuck like rabbits, but were holding back.
It wasn’t easy, and you felt your cheeks grow warm over how much a whore you’d become in 24 hours. All you could think of was him sinking his cock inside of you again…
“Mmm…” he purred against your neck, rubbing the washcloth over your tits as his cock stayed nestled between your thighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your body…”
He gently squished your soft belly, playing with your warm and malleable fat. “So squishy, I love it so much…”
From one look around the palace you noticed most of the women were quite thin, so it was safe to assume he really had never been in the arms of a woman like you.
You were chubby, with thick thighs and an ample bosom. To just commoners, you were seen as a fertile woman that could handle childbirth without any problems.
And it seemed his dragon side went completely feral at that thought.
The two of you cuddled as you waited for the servant girls to bring your fitted dresses. There was a fluffy robe for each of you waiting on the freshly cleaned bed after your bath.
This was what being rich probably felt like. Being waited on hand and foot, not even having to tell someone to clean your cum and sweat soaked sheets.
With an embarrassed squee, you made a mental note to thank the women that had to clean that up later. It couldn’t have been an easy task.
A knock on the door caused you to look up. The servant girl from before bowed, walking in and offering her hand.
“I can dress you n-“
The prince pulled you back into his lap, growling lowly as his scales popped up all over his body. Even his face looked more reptilian than human.
“Don’t you dare touch her without my permission.”
You blinked in surprise, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow. He seemed almost feral, and you could feel him rubbing against you, trying to make sure you were covered in his scent.
The servant girl was on the floor, trembling and holding her arms up to defend herself, which caused your mate to ease up. You could tell he felt guilty for lashing out at a defenseless woman, but he was on edge knowing you’d be seeing his stepmother again at dinner.
“… I apologize, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
His grip loosened on you, allowing you to feel all forward and help the woman up. “Get her dressed… then take the day off.”
You glanced back at him as the servant girl dressed yiu with shaking hands. It was clear he felt terrible despite the cold facade he had up. You knew you mate well, already able to tell when he was upset.
“My love…”
He perked up when you were fully dressed, your hair and makeup done to perfection. The prince’s tail slapped against the floor, his cheeks flushed a light pink.
“You’re gorgeous…”
When he realized how lovestruck he looked, the prince cleared his throat. His signature cocky smirk overtook his face once more, and he offered his arm to you. “May I escort you to the banquet, my princess?”
You gave him a fond smile, taking his arm. “It would be an honor, my prince.”
He escorted you to the banquet, barely holding back from grabbing your ass as his hand slipped to your lower back. You just smelled way too fragrant, making his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined being inside of you again.
“Welcome.”
The prince froze in place, his hand pausing on the small of your back as he met eyes with his father’s wife.
“Mother. Thank you for putting this together…” he said, his tail slowly wrapping around your lower half and pulling you close. It seemed his dragon features became more prominent when he wanted to protect you…
“I hope your little… mate knows proper etiquette. She will not embarrass me at this banquet. Having a commoner, a mere human peasant as a mate is already humiliating enough, so make sure you keep her in check.”
Your smile faltered, an uncomfortable silence falling over the two of you.
The prince’s jaw tensed up. “… don’t speak of her as if she is not here. Whether you like it or not, she’s my mate and I love her.”
Her face became even colder, her eyes narrowing. “You should watch who you’re talking to. I’m the empress, y-“
“And? (Name) will soon be the empress herself, so have some damn respect!”
His stepmother drew back, clutching her pearls. “I hope you know your father will hear about this!”
With that, she turned on her heels and left. You glanced at him, holding onto his sleeve. “… why does she treat you like that? You don’t deserve it…”
He huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s because I’m the son of a concubine. She hasn’t been able to birth a son for my father, meaning none of her children will be able to take the throne. It’s pathetic, and I’m not afraid of her anymore.”
He pulled out your chair for you, smiling fondly. “When I was a child, she used to terrorize me… but I have someone I need to protect now. I don’t have time to be afraid of some old hag.”
Before you could sit, he took your seat and pulled you into his lap. “Maybe it’s better if you stay close. She can be pretty vindictive. And…”
You felt his bulge rub lightly against you.
“We should have some fun at our own banquet, shouldn’t we?”
The table was filled with various foods, some you had never seen before, but everything smelled absolutely delicious.
There were deities taking seats all around you, some glancing your way but quickly turning when the prince bared his fangs. Not a single person dared to challenge him, not when his protectiveness was high due to mating with you for the first time.
The emperor and empress entered the banquet hall, and everyone stood besides you and the prince. He kept you seated on his lap, lightly moving your hips along his clothed erection.
The two took their seats, and the emperor waved his hand, causing everyone to sit as well.
“As you all know by now, you've all been gathered here to celebrate my son’s success in finding his mate. Now that he has one, the throne shall be passed down to him after the wedding.”
Whispers broke out among the dinner guests, some upset and others curious. You wanted to hide away, having everyone’s eyes on you made your heart race.
“Silence.”
Not a single peep could be heard when the emperor’s voice rang out in the banquet hall, echoing off the walls.
“I heard my son was disrespectful towards the empress. Was that right, my son?”
The empress stared down at the happy couple, her lip twitching into a sinister smile. The prince gave his father a nod.
“She bad mouthed my mate. If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing.”
Before the empress could retort, the emperor held up his hand. “I see. I hope my family can get along in the future. After all, my son will soon be the emperor.”
His eyes shifted towards the empress. “Some of you would do well to remember that soon, he will be the one in charge.”
The empress quietly seethed after that, and the banquet continued without a hitch. As you ate, he rubbed at your belly, his fingers occasionally brushing against your crotch.
He was an absolute horndog, needing you like a man dying of thirst needs water.
“We’ll be taking our leave now,” your mate announced once you both had your fill. He did nothing to hide his erection, lifting you into his arms.
“I hope you keep your promise to make sure no one bothers us, father.”
The emperor simply chuckled, waving the two of you away. “Go on, you won’t be disturbed.”
With every step he took towards your shared bedchambers, the prince became more beastly. It seemed it was hard to keep his human form when he was this needy for you.
The second you were both behind closed doors, his cock was already out of his pants and rubbing against your back, his hands trembling with excitement as he lifted your dress to stare at your drooling cunt.
“You need me, don’t you princess?”
His fingers dragged along your wetness, gathering up your slick before bringing it to his mouth. “I could taste you for hours…”
You felt his fingers pump in and out of you, and this time he wasn’t as gentle. He bit down on your thigh, leaving a few hickeys and bite marks along your soft flesh.
Anyone that saw you would know you were his, the prince would make sure of that.
Your brain was already starting to turn to mush, you weren’t sure if you’d be completely luciduribg this. It just felt so good, he was an expert at this.
His long, textured tongue lapped at your folds. It was almost like a cat’s tongue, just less rough, and it was replacing his fingers. That’s how long it was.
He tongue fucked you, his hands squeezing your thighs as he drew out your moans and cries, lightly smacking your ass when you squirmed. It was a gentle warning to stay still…
The prince wanted to enjoy his meal.
You came around his tongue, clenching as your hips bucked wildly upwards, and only then did he draw back and give you a lust filled look.
That’s when he slowly pushed his cock into you, the familiar feeling of you warmth making him melt against you. Nothing else had ever made him feel so at home, he only got this feeling when he was buried inside of your cunt. This was where he was supposed to plant his seed, and he had to breed you.
He rammed into you, moving his lips to your neck to suck and bite at you as he pounded your poor pussy.
But after a moment, he pulled out, his hand on your belly as he panted softly. The way you whimpered and begged for him to continue was endearing, but he had other things in mind.
“You’re mine… and I just can’t hold back anymore…”
His form frew, his cock nearly doubling inside as he became the closest to a dragon yet. Dark scales covered his body, massive arms at eaither of your sides keeping you caged underneath him. His scaly underbelly brushed against you,
Though his cock was intimidatingly big and would stretch you out to your limit, he knew he could fit it inside of you.
It throbbed, laying against your belly as he leaned forward to nudge his dragon head against your face in an affectionate and possessive display.
Though for a moment you felt fear seeing such a beast hovering over you, his eyes met yours and you relaxed. This was still the prince… and you loved him even in this form. Not despite it, no, you adored his smooth black scales that felt like cool river rocks and the warmth of his belly.
“I need you…” he murmured, his chest rumbling with a purr. “If… you don’t want this, I’ll-“
You lifted your hips, letting the top lip of his cock rub against your folds. He let out a growl, his hips snapping forward, and you felt him pushing in.
Even though the stretch felt like your virginity was being taken for a second time, you kissed his snout. “O want this…”
With your confirmation, he sunk fully in, giving you a moment to adjust before he began to move.
Moans and whimpers echoed through the room as your lover fucked you stupid. With each slap of his hips against yours, you saw stars.
Your tummy bulged with his cock, his claw running over the imprint. “You’re taking me so well, such a good little mate…”
His balls tightened, and he roared as he came inside of you for the first time that night. Hot, thick ropes of sticky cum shot inside of you, filling your womb and making your belly feel hot.
But he wasn’t done with you, not even close.
The prince turned you on your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he mounted you, pounding your pussy at an animalistic pace. Your cunt clenched around him so perfectly, the fat flesh on your ass rippling with each powerful thrust.
A clawed hand reached between your legs, carefully rubbing at your clit. He loved the way you came around his cock, how you cried out for more even as you were stuffed to the brink with his cum.
“I know, my sweet, you want it all don’t you? Selfish little thing, but I love you all the same.”
He pushed your face into the pillow, growling and purring into your ear as he listened to your muffled moans. You were drooling, your eyes glazed over with pleasured tears, and his chest swelled with pride to know he was the one making you feel this way.
No one else could see you in this state. Your body bare and covered in your own cum, his beginning to drip out of your cunt. You were an utter mess, only able to moan and babble out pleas for more, and each time you did he fulfilled your requests.
After all, he was a good mate. You wanted him to touch you, to increase his speed, or change the angle of his hips so his cock hit the perfect spot? He’d do so in a heartbeat, all to please you.
The prince slumped over you, slowly reverting back to his humanoid form as he came inside of you again. You were worn out, and he could see your pussy clenching around nothing when he pulled out.
“Aww, still needy…”
He gathered up some of his cum, cooing softly as he shoved it back into you with his fingers, pumping them in and out. “Look at you, wasting all of this. Naughty girl, do I have to start all over again?”
The night was long, and every time you grew too exhausted to carry on, he used a bit of his power to rejuvenate you. Heated kisses were left along your bruised skin, a satisfied purr leaving his throat as he spotted some of the hickeys and bites he had given you earlier.
“You look so pretty, decorated with my marks. No one else would dare to even lay a finger on you, not when you’re completely covered in my scent and bites.”
He nuzzled against your neck as you sat on his lap, cockwarming him. The prince was kind enough to give you a break, though he couldn’t bear to pull out of you, even for a second.
The prince smiled fondly, rubbing his hand over your swollen belly. “You know… I’d be happy if you were able to carry my young, but I know there’s a chance it won’t happen due to our difference in anatomy.”
He nibbled softly on your neck and shoulder. “But I don’t care, you’re my mate regardless. Having children would be nice but it’s not a necessity.”
You sighed in relief. In all honesty, part of you had been afraid he would abandon you for another celestial deity if you could not produce an heir. You were only human after all…
His teeth grazed your jaw, but you felt no fear. “Mmm… I’ve only known you a day but it feels like an eternity. Perhaps that is what being soul bonded to someone feels like…”
“I feel that way too… it’s like we’ve always been together, or at least… we were meant to be.”
The two of you shared a kiss, one of his hands on your ample breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his tongue ran across yours.
Once you both were worn out and the sun had come up, he finally curled up in bed with you to rest properly. Binge again you felt almost like a newborn baby being held and protected, safe and warm. You were getting used to this kind of thing… getting used to being loved.
When you awoke with a whine, you were being carried away by the prince. He glanced down, giving you a quick kiss. “Quiet now, love. We’re going to escape for a bit. Let’s call it our early honeymoon.”
You let out a laugh, quickly shushed by your mate. “But we haven’t even married yet, love.”
The prince grinned. “Yes, but once we’re married I’ll have too many responsibilities to take care of because I’ll be emperor. Let’s enjoy our freedom until then.”
He leapt across a sea of stars, and you reached down to touch it. Bits of stardust clung to your fingertips, glowing brightly.
“There’s a hot spring, we’ll relax there for a few days… or until they notice we’re missing.”
The celestial hot springs were beautiful, and once you stepped into the water, you felt your body relax and melt. “Oh wow…”
The prince pulled you in, holding you in his lap. “B-but this isn’t the mixed bath, you shouldn’t-“
You were quieted when his cock nudged against you. The two of you were both still very sensitive from your mating bond, there was no way you could say no to having him inside of you.
“Mmm…”
He admired your curves, one of his hands giving your soft belly a squish as you lowered yourself onto his cock. “Pretty girl knows where the best seat in the house is, doesn’t she?”
You pouted, but he was right. The last few days had been utter bliss, you were already addicted to your mate’s scent and cum.
Just a whiff of his cologne or musk was enough to have you clench around him, and he was close to bursting when he smelled your arousal.
“Good girl, my sweet little mate…”
He bounced you on his cock lazily, sinking into the water a bit as he licked at your neck.
“I love you, (Name).”
You leaned against his chest, letting him guide your hips up and down. He was good at this, knowing when to speed up or change his rhythm to really get you going.
“And I love you, my prince. More than anything… you’ve made my life worth living.”
He tucked your head under his chin, embracing you. It wasn’t long before the two of you were done in the hot springs and ready to continue your love making in the bedroom.
The two of you spent several days at the hot spring, enjoying the water, food, and making love as often as possible. By the time someone came to pick you up, you were sure the hot spring was at least 80% cum.
‘Sorry, future customer,’ you thought to yourself, leaving against the prince as he guided you to the carriage.
It had all been like a dream. He had whisked you away into a fairy tale world, making you feel like a real life princess.
For the rest of your life, he would worship and adore you. With every kiss and touch, that fact was made clear.
To be loved by the prince was an honor. You were the thing he treasured the most, and you would continue to love him just as he was.
“Do you think dreams come true?” your asked, leaning against his shoulder as the carriage continued on towards the palace.
“Mhm, I do,” the prince murmured, pulling you closer. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this my entire life… and I finally have you.”
You smiled and drifted off in his arms, feeling like the luckiest girl ever.
Because what's immortality if not an invitation to bleed for you again~? 💕 Just wanted to write Sy out of his mind with blood loss tbh, plus, get you all to listen to one of my fave songs-- I think Sylus would love this one.
He sits, slumped in the hallway outside your apartment, blood slick against the wall behind him. Consciousness is slipping; he knows that hourglass, that falling sand. His vision wears a vignette and the floor is a meadow, stirring, settling under a shroud of breeze that’s floral-scented. Clutching a eulogy with weak fingers.
When he grasps at the earth it feels like damp carpet. Carpet. Pale walls and the hum of the Linkon evening news, a few dozen— few hundred— doors down. It’s far away, and it’s only getting further.
We were able to speak to a Deepspace Hunter on the scene. Excuse me? Are you able to provide a few words on the Association’s sentiments regarding this recent influx of…
Someone shouts monster and the ground beneath Sylus’s feet runs out.
We’re seeing more casualties. Civilian. Hunters. People are scared. What advice would you give to those wanting to protect themselves, their loved ones?
Sylus is tumbling through darkness, splitting his skin against rock.
Please, you must be able to give some kind of statement.
A child with inseverable horns, and hands too fond of a knife.
“A statement?”
So that’s where you are.
“I, uh… yeah, hold on a sec. Xavier, can you—? Yeah, I’ll just be a minute! Okay. A word to the people of Linkon? I don’t know. I’m just a person too. But don’t be scared, ‘kay? I’ve got your back, Linkon City! And I’m not going anywhere. Except, well… I am going home now. Skye, if you’re watching this? Running a little late, but I’ll see you soon! I love you!”
Sylus coughs up blood with a groan and a grin. When he turns onto his back, the ceiling is cloud-soaked. Crimson and tangerine, torn to shreds by rose pink. It’s pretty; they must have painted it. You’re blocking his view, you know, as you tuck daturas into his hair.
As you hold him and cry, and his heart is open.
When was the last time he hurt this much?
The sun above flickers— clinical and white with a bluebottle fly walking circles on its surface. He slow blinks and it’s a moon, and his veins are cold, and if he blinks again there might be a bullet, biting, so he keeps his eyes open. Silver moons can turn red so quickly. People can forget.
His hand nudges into a pocket of his jacket, where a stolen flash drive meets his fingers, slippery with blood. Reality’s a fluid, fickle thing, and he needs something tangible— here, now, as far from antiquity as he can get. They’ve switched channels down the hall; a crowd cheers, a whistle blows, and when Sylus holds the flash drive in front of his eyes, it says: EVER.
So good with their counter-measures. He swipes blood away with his thumb and it flakes— peels away like ash, turned to oblivion by his Evol— and it’s coming back to him gently. For his next trick: the mess on the wall, the carpet. The holes in his chest.
He just needs a minute.
“Stayrus?” someone says, and he stills completely.
His head rolls back, desperate to find the sound down an inverted corridor that’s darker than he remembers, but there’s only cave walls, and an exit sign, glowing. Water drips from stalactites, pricking the silence as it spatters on gold pieces. A trail of warmth runs back along Sylus's jawline.
Eyes close, eyes open— draw in a breath of fire and iron— and a silhouette stands over him like the headstone he’s been denied. It’s you, of course. It’s always you, but… which one?
He blinks slower, sleepier, as light pours in through red-paned windows. An organ is playing.
You crouch by his head. “Man… I’m gonna look so much worse than this when my landlady sees what you did to the carpet.”
Sylus’s eyes are half-lidded. He smiles with a split lip.
“What did you do this time, Sylus?” The question is quiet and full of grief. “Hm?”
A flash drive lies in the palm of his hand as you move his hair away from his face. This time? What was it this time? He chuckles through agony. Daturas turn to roses so quickly, and why would he ever want to forget?
On a good day, Sylus was cocky, smug, and rather arrogant, a facade that only sort of faded once your relationship began. So, you'd only assumed he would be the same in the bedroom. He'd be teasing you and mumbling cheeky comments the whole time for sure.
Right?
"It's alright, shhh I know, I know." A warm hand cups your cheek, gently brushing away a stray tear. He's only an inch or two in, but the stretch has your eyes stinging more than you'd been able to hold back.
"S-Sylus..." You whine, nails digging into his biceps. The sheets are cool against your back, though the sensation does little to distract you as Sylus slides in a little more.
"Such a good girl for me. You can take it, I know you can. So perfect." He's being so sweet, his eyes soft as he places gentle kisses on your heated skin.
"I don't-I don't think I can..." You sniffle, though your legs wrap tighter around him.
"Just a little more. Take a deep breath for me?" When you do, exhaling slowly, you feel him bottom out. You suck in a breath immediately, though your eyes roll back in ecstasy in the same moment.
"See? Does it feel good?" He presses soft kisses along the column of your throat, humming when you shiver against him.
"Y-yeah. Can-can you move now?" Your eagerness makes him smile, pressing his lips to yours like he can't get enough of it.
"Patience, sweetie. You should take a minute to adjust."
"I-I'm already adjusted! Come on, just fuck me?" He grins, hands interlocking with yours on the bed.
A scenario in which Raf can't control the transitions between his divine self and “Rafayel” is scary. Like, imagine that you're cuddling with Rafayel your face buried in his chest but when you look up to his face bright blue eyes are watching you
And in another scenario where they are face to face, cold blue eyes watch her every motion.”Give him back to me, “she hises clearly tired of the ancient gods' meaningless game.”Give who?”god smiles cruelly. “I’m ‘him’ .I really thought you would love all of me”
he’s only doing you a favor. you woke up sick but don’t want to call out, so he offers to secretly stand in for you. luckily, your company has a lax work-from-home policy.
it’ll be a piece of cake, he thinks to himself. he can assemble entire automobiles from scrap metal and spare parts. how hard could this be in comparison?
like most days, the morning starts off slow. your colleagues slowly trickle online, and in the meantime, he checks your outstanding tasks. you have a project that’s been hung up by another department for 2 weeks—that just won’t do. he can’t let you take the blame! so he searches your work database, hunts down everyone in the offending department, and sends them a high-priority email: “just got word from leadership that this is due in one hour. good luck!”
he has never had to undergo email etiquette training.
your office's applications for spreadsheets and documents are...lackluster. he isn’t used to such rudimentary software. forgets to save files as he works on them, then the program crashes and he loses his progress. he is fine.
whenever you walk past his study, his hair is a sticking up in all directions from running his fingers through it.
“why does every message i send get a heart emoji?”
rejects all optional meeting invites immediately. your calendar is the freest it’s ever been.
“circle back,” “touch base,” “table that for now.” these phrases are so irritating. does no one in this organization speak like a human?
has to ask you for your phone every 15 minutes because the software constantly hounds you to verify your identity. for what reason are these security measures more stringent than onychinus’s?
“your coworker sent me a gif of a frog sipping tea. what does this mean.”
he’s a tech whiz, but your company laptop hasn't been upgraded since 2010, and the battery barely lasts 2 hours. he just can’t work under these conditions.
as the day drags on, the number of emails he gets grows exponentially, and the pinging sound annoys the hell out of him. he starts bouncing his leg and flaring his nostrils, trying his best not to respond to anyone’s earnest inquiry with an ancient curse.
by 3 p.m., he’s become conditioned to go into fight-or-flight mode every time that high-pitched ding noise assaults his ears.
“sweetie, how do i turn off email notifications. i beg you. how do i turn them off.”
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
I don’t know if this is as much your thing but the hottest thing about ABO to me might just be knotting, and I keep thinking about an alpha getting sucked off by his omega and thrusting so deep that when he cums, he knots in their mouth and they can’t pull his cock out of their throat. It was already hard not to gag but pressed against their uvula and not letting up, pushing up on their gag reflex whenever the alpha moves, there’s nothing the omega can do to stop themselves from throwing up all over their alpha’s cock. They try to swallow around it but they can only manage a weak gulp with their throat so full, and it contracts around their alpha before the motion forces something else up their throat. They struggle to keep it down, their cheeks bulge out around the knot and the puke coming up around it, but their mouth is too full and it comes up whether or not they want it to. It spills out of the corners of their lips and all around the alpha’s cock. A lot of it is their alpha’s cum that he just pumped down their throat. Their throat is full of it, and it’s wet, and sloppy, and the feeling of the omega’s throat uncontrollably convulsing and tightening with the amount of vomit it’s working to bring up feels so good, their alpha can’t help but cum again. The omega is stuck there, swallowing his cum just to helplessly puke it up on him over and over again until his knot softens.
Oohoohoh this is really good...oral knotting my beloved...
The Alpha /meant/ to pull out right before he came - try to edge a bit, just warm up before actually knotting his mate - but he gets so focused on how /good/ it feels he accidentally keeps going keeps going keeps going -
A wet /pop/ signifies his hips being flush with his Omega's mouth, and immediately hot spurts of cum slam against their uvula as the twitching tip of his cock is pressed against it.
The Omega tries so hard not to gag but it's unavoidable - they whine and try and pull back but the knot is swollen too large to remove. Each spurt makes them squirm and gag and soon the gags get harder to suppress before they can /feel/ thick sludge rising up their throat.
They try to tap their Alpha's leg, to get him to pull back - but it's no use. Their gagging just gets him off harder, his hands both on the back of their head pushing it down harder as he humps their throat.
One particularly hard thrust is what pushes them over the edge, and with a whine and a sickening /glrrrrsh/, a gush of thick vomit sprays around his knot and out of the Omega's mouth.
The Alpha /moans/, the movement feeling even /better/ on his cock, and unfortunately this cycle continues, over and over, until the Alpha can wiggle his knot free - and the Omega gasps and pukes up all of the food they've eaten, mixed with the obscene about of cum that was being pumped down their throat.
Bonus points if all of the gagging makes their bladder give out...pissing themselves with no control of it and no way to stop gagging. Or, even better, their bowels give out too - so now they're puking, crying, pissing themselves and probably shitting themselves all at once.
You stare, stunned, your eyes wide and a pit forming in your stomach. There's no way that will ever in a million years fit inside of you. He's not even fully hard yet. The room spins around you.
"Well?"
You glance up, meeting ruby-red eyes filled with clear satisfaction.
"Cat got your tongue? I told you it was big."
"No- I-I know, I just- I haven't seen many in real life, I didn't know they were- I-I didn't know they could be this big," You blurt out your words, scrambling to try and form them into sentences. Sylus looks so proud of himself.
"What did you think I meant?"
"I-Isn't the average like- six inches? And my dildo is a bit bigger than that and I can't fit all of it, so I thought…" Your face is on fire. You can tell he's loving every second of this.
"You mean this dinky thing?" His lip curls in distaste as he picks up the cheap silocone, turning it around in his hand. "You deserve better, sweetie."
You fidget as you look from the toy in his hand to the monster between his thighs. It doesn't even compare. Even just his fingers make your dildo look small. You pale a little. Does this mean you can't…?
"Hey," His softened tone interrupts you from your thoughts, your gaze snapping upwards again. He cups your chin in his palm, keeping your focus on his words. "There's no need to be scared. We'll go as slow as you need. Your comfort is my priority."
Sylus leans forward, his lips grazing your neck. "I'll make sure you enjoy the process." His voice lowers to a murmur as he trails soft kisses up to your ear.
"Even if it takes weeks of training," His arm snakes up your back, goosebumps trailing in its wake.
Laying between Rafayel and Sylus. And maybe, you're trying to be good. But your face is buried in Rafayel's chest, and he just smells sooooo good. And so you bite. Just a nibble. And Raf like...chuckles. you know. the one that's like...a little dangerous. and since you can't help but misbehave....maybe he needs to do something about that.
Sylus would try to plead your case. Kittens need to bite and scratch, you see, she's just making her territory....but that also gets Sylus in trouble...so now, BOTH of you are gonna be "punished".
Raf fucks you on top of Sylus. Making the other man hold you still. your legs wide open. Arms behind your back, tangled up with his evol while Rafayel pumps you soooo full with his cocks. And the thrusts are PUNISHING. he's all "You needed attention, didn't you? This is what you wanted, riiiiight? What are you gonna do now that you're the center of our attention, cutie?"
I do not think he lets you come. no. he's edging you. bringing you to the brink. His fingers playing with your clit. your nipples, or guiding your chin to look up at him when you get too lost in sensation. Sylus is PANTING, you can feel how hard he is against your spine. Cock THROBBING, but he's still confined to his pants. His hands have to stay on your thighs, and he has to watch as Rafayel takes what HE desires from both of you. Sylus is fucking DYING and about ready to come. but also, he can't either. It's torture, for all of you but Rafayel.
Rafayel is using his pretty Siren voice to keep both of you from falling over the edge. His pretty little pets. Begging all for him.
Sylus is asking you how it feels. He wants you to describe it. Your brain is melting out of your ears. How can you describe this? but you try, because he asked. but every time you start getting too coherent, Raf picks up his pace, and then you start begging, and Sylus like...growls, because he knows you wanna come. can feel your wetness dripping onto his pants and he's just....fustrated and impressed that Rafayel can deny you when he can't. Depending on how Mean he's feeling, Rafayel may or may not let you come when he does, putting both his cocks alllllllllllllllllllll the way inside you and pumping you full of his pearlescent cum. Hitting your cervix and staying right. there. making you look up at him and thank your God for giving you this gift
Then, only once you're full and leaking, then does he pull out Sylus' cock and guide the other man into your poor, battered hole. You and Sylus think you might finally get some relief, but no.
Rafayel controls the pace, commanding Sylus on the EXACT way he gets to fuck you. And Rafayel is holding you down, not letting you get up, keeping your hips flush against Sylus' so every. single. thrust. hits your already battered cervix. Sylus is growling, trying not to come immediately, he doesn't have permission. neither do you, but you both are so frayed, so sensitive, that its hard.
And then Rafayel leans down to suck your clit while Sylus fucks you.
and it hurts, almost, how full you are. how sensitive you are. your entire body overstimulated and sensitive, but Rafayel looks up from between your thighs, at your pretty flushed face, a challenging smirk on his lips and he says "Come on cutie, you can do it, keep going. You can go until I tell you you can stop, riiight? You can be my good girl, can't you?"
of course, you can. you'll give him anything when he look at you like that. so you nod. even though your body burns like a live wire. Sylus fucks hard, hitting your cervix, and finally, Rafayel gives you the permission-the command-to come. both you and Sylus. He tells Sylus to pump you full, and he tells you to soak them both.
and fuck, you do.
oh the ovulation demons got me again. more Crowfish for my brainrot. I am so full of it, you see. I need to be full of these two in a way that is concerning to my health 😩
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