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This man was going to be the death of you.
He was ‘just getting started,’ as he kindly chirped to you moments before the first kiss, soon spiraling into the predicament you’ve found yourself in.
Pushing your bodies together in lustful advances from the hallows of night to the oncoming rise of a morning sun—you lost track of how many climaxes you’ve shared together at this point. You definitely underestimated the extent of his evol abilities, and were reaping what you sow. Every tingle of his evol was another round of indecent moans and skin melting into one another, losing yourself into the feeling of his body.
And as much as you wanted to hate him for it, you couldn’t deny the euphoria of each pleasurable wave that rolled out of you, and he knew that all too well. He took even greater satisfaction from it, taking great note in finding all the ways he could wrap you around his finger.
Your breath hitches as his thighs part yours once more like clockwork, pulling you from your reminiscence. A familiar weight and warmth danced below your abdomen, pressing against you in ardent need.
With one hand, he wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock, searching for the right angle. A sharp hiss passes through his lips as he pushes his length against your folds, collecting and coating himself in your arousal. Even from the external friction alone, the salacious noises were loud enough to have your ears burning in embarrassment.
“Sylus,” you pant, pressing a hand to his broad chest. “Don't play with me like that, it’s dirty.”
“Dirty? ” He practically sneers, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Out of all times, now you want to talk about being dirty?”
“Shut up! You know what I mean—“
Your calling goes in from one ear and out the other, with the man too focused on the glistening of your cunt pressing against his flesh so deliciously that he wished he could stay in this moment forever. Each push grazed over your swollen nub, and you found yourself subconsciously matching his pace with a subtle push of your hips. Guilty as charged, but you couldn’t help it—especially when he knew how to make good use of his obscenely large cock.
“One more,” Sylus croons, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your decorated neck, where flowers of red and traces of his canines resided. “One more, and I promise we’ll be done.”
“That’s what you said ten minutes ago! ”
You bring a curled fist down to land a neat hit across the expanse of his broad chest, cursing the silvery man leaning above you. He let out a more-than-please hum, unaffected by your attack. Amusement twinkled in his crimson stare. “You seem to be in a rush. Why is that?”
“Last time I checked, there was a full moon outside your window. And now, the sun is coming up! I have work—Mmph.”
A firm kiss takes place of your lecturing, and you find yourself instinctively melting into his lips as he works to swallow your woes entirely. You welcome his warmth into your own, feeling a sense of rejuvenation with every passing second. He was doing it again, this bastard.
“Work?” Sylus mutters, parting from your lower lip with a playful tug. “It’s the weekend.”
“Not all of us are huge organization leaders with free time on their hands.” You rolled your eyes at his indifference. “When duty calls, I have to answer. Even when it’s on the weekend.”
“Oh, how cute. You’re such a dedicated little Deepspace Hunter.”
“Thank you. I keep Linkon City safe,” you deadpanned. Ironic, especially when you’re sharing a bed with the infamous N109 leader.
“But you’re not in Linkon right now,” he murmurs, leaning in to fan his warm breath over the shell of your ear.
“Your place is here with me, on my cock.”
You felt the air being punched out of you at the feeling of his girth sliding past your needy entrance, the curved head stretching your walls in greeting. Still unaccustomed to his thickness, you dug your fingernails into his shoulder blades, drawing him closer to you. He fluidly pushed through until the base of his length met your skin, the slick of your arousal easing him further and keeping him locked in as he let out a low groan.
“You’re so greedy, swallowing me up so easily,” he snickers, leaning away from your flushed chest. He lifts your pliable thighs, wrapping them securely around his waist and settling into an upright position.
Another raspy sound bubbles from his throat as his eyes trail to a particular bump amidst the plush of your abdomen. “Oh, fuck.”
His hand moves to lightly linger over the evident sight of what seemed to be his cock— an experimental thrust proves him right, and he nearly comes from the way your body reacts.
“What a pretty thing you are. Taking me in so well,” Sylus purrs, splaying his hand across the bulge and pressing down with another tentative thrust. His eyes rolled back in delight, hips grinding into the same spot again and again, relishing the feeling.
“Sylus” you whimper, feeling his head kiss the deepest parts of you. You reach an arm forward, attempting to grip the closest forearm your fingertips could find. “It’s too much—!”
He snatches your sneaking hand, bringing it to his lips and biting the plump of your palm firmly. “What did I say?” His tongue flattens against the sore skin, licking an upward stride before securing his fingers around your wrist, pressing it back into the bedsheets. He kept you in place, staring down at you with a look that would’ve sent you six feet under.
“One more,” you repeat. While it should’ve been a simple answer, your words come out in a wanton moan, legs shifting almost instinctively. The heels of your feet met towards the dimples of his lower back, only bringing him closer. “One more. So just fuck me already, you asshole.”
“How arrogant.”
That devious smirk reappears on his face, as if it were permanently fixated to his handsome features. His hips jerk into action, feverishly thrusting into your heat, a large hand pushing down whenever his cock moves forward. Your head falls back, sinking into the mattress at the rate he’s moving, overwhelmed by the newfound pressure. He doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon either, stamina at an all-time high and singing praises to you with every curse under his breath.
How you were made for him, so perfect. How you were the only thing he could think of on nights like these, when he would usually be alone. How he would desperately thrust up into his own hand and wish it was you instead. How he wanted to fill you to the brim and made sure that all you knew was him.
Just Sylus.
You don’t even realize the moment you came, lost in pure ecstasy as you clamp around his relentless and well-endowed length. Coating him further in your sweet arousal, it only encourages Sylus to increase his paces, brows knitted as he chases after his own high.
“Take it for me, yeah? Let me pump you full, breed my seed into you so well you won’t even bother thinking about anything else.”
His thrusts were becoming sloppier with every passing heartbeat, and you could tell he was close. But even through muddled daze, there was only so much you could take, and it dawned on you when a second wave of your own climax was threatening to take over.
“I can’t—“ Salty tears peek at your eyes from the sensitivity, and you move your free hand to grab at him. “I can’t, please—!”
Leaning in, his tongue swipes at one of the rolling teardrops, before placing a heated kiss over your tear-stained cheek. “You can, and you will.”
He takes your hand, placing it firmly over where his cock twitched from within, and you gasped at the feeling. It was a wonder that your body was still in one piece—you swore that he was practically rearranging you from the inside out for what it was worth.
Before long, his hips stutter and a warm fluid paints your walls as his pleasure takes precedence. He hotly pressed his chest to your own, somehow driving deeper into your overwhelmed cunt—and you find yourself spilling all over again, cries of his names leaving your lips in turn.
Out of all the orgasms you’ve shared up to this point, you never felt so intimately attached to him until now. Streams of his hot seed continue to fill you full, your breathless moans mixing together before he seals them with an attempt of a kiss. Airy yet moist lips pepper themselves against your skin, offering you some form of calm following the storm.
You think you’ve ascended, or maybe descended, depending on who you were talking to. A simultaneous heaven and hell—that’s what this was. Your hold on him weakens, limbs tirelessly falling to your sides as you catch your breath.
When Sylus finally parts from you, he nearly loses his mind at the pleasant sight before him. A generous coating of cloudy white covers his length, and soon after flows from your weeping cunt. It soiled the sheets below, obscenely so, and pooled into an uniformed mess. As if it was instinct, he trails a finger to the entrance and plugs it, digits carefully returning the spills to where they belonged.
“Ah, don’t do that,” you whined, swatting at his arm.
“You’re dripping,” he comments, adding in a second finger and slowly scissoring your combined essences. “I’m making sure none of this goes to waste.”
“Asshole,” you breathed in insult.
“You want to repeat that for me?”
His face found itself settled between your legs, peering at you and just inches away from your leaking warmth. He blows a teasing gust of air over your sensitive folds, and you groan in turn.
You shook your head. “No more, you said just one,” you countered, sliding your forearms to prop yourself upwards. “Don’t you dare think of—Oh, fuck you— !”
The tip of Sylus’s tongue worked faster than your chastising, a neat trail gathering the stickiness and melting into his taste buds. His nose nudged against the upper half of your core, the slight bump of his bridge sending tingles down your spine. Messily and energetically so, Sylus lapped away at your sex, an occasional hum reverberating through his lips and into your own. Without noticing, and with such practiced ease, he manages to slip a long digit amidst the ceaseless licking. He searches, pressing against your walls until the pad of his finger finds your sweet spot.
You laced your fingers between the fine tufts of silvery moonlight, tugging firmly when you feel a familiar coil unravel within yourself. He lets out another throaty groan, the slits of his crimson gaze barely meeting yours before squeezing shut, enjoying the tinge of pain.
Like a wall of bricks, your release shakes your body entirely, legs moving in to innately press together and keeping his prodding head in place. You could feel him smiling against your cunt—the audacity of it too, as he worked to gingerly consume everything you’ve given him.
Sylus only finally pulls away with a particularly strong pull of your hand, staring up at you with slight displeasure. “I was in the middle of something, you know,” he says, the velvet in his tone distracting you from the fact that he was glistening . From the plush of his lips down to the edge of his chin, he was covered in your release.
“That’s cheating,” you exhaled, smoothing your hand through his hair and sliding to cup his jaw. You swiped a thumb over his moistened lips, prodding the tip between the two halves. “You got way more than what you bargained for.”
“Mm.” He cheekily takes your thumb into his mouth, effectively sucking clean any of the remains on his lips as his eyes burned into your own. Even when you pull away in slight surprise, his gaze was steadfast, rising to close the distance between your faces. You took a deep inhale, inviting the scent of your arousal and his own, dangerously sweet and enticing. A familiar tingle courses through your body, and you felt as good as new—well, shit.
Sylus only offers you a mirthful grin, with a careful weight tapping against you once more. “So what of it? Are you going to take this opportunity to avenge yourself?”