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Clingy.
That word lingered in your mind as you stepped into the cold guest bedroom. You hadn’t used this room since you and Sylus first met… something that seemed like such a distant past now.
In reality it had only been a few months, but with the way the leader of Onychinus seemed to make an appearance in your life daily — in some form or another — made it feel like years had passed.
He was warm and familiar in that sense, your initial fear and disgust melting away as you got to know him a bit better. Well, until tonight of course.
You knew he said it in a joking manner, but it still stung. Part of you felt a bit silly, considering you had been laying in to him for a good five minutes before he finally took the bait and bit back.
So you can dish it, but you can’t take it?
You groaned as you flopped onto the soft mattress. Even for a spare bedroom, the bed beneath you was luxurious. Though, certainly not as luxurious as Sylus’ bed. Not nearly as spacious either.
“C’mon, you’re not even going to tell me where you have to go tonight?” You sat beside him on the couch, watching as he meticulously polished one of his countless guns. “Like I said, it’s important business that doesn’t concern a particular kitten.”
You feel your lips form a pout before you can even control it — further proving his point. “So you’re just going to leave me all alone in this big house? Not even Luke and Kieran to accompany me?”
You had even gone as far as to take a few days off of work just to spend time with Sylus.
“I’ve got plenty of things for you to do here to keep yourself entertained. You can’t be that clingy.” There was a smirk pulling at his lips as he looked up at you, seemingly missing the way your heart dropped.
Even now, as you lay pouting and recalling the scene, you couldn’t really blame him. He had only given you the same energy you had been giving him. And still, you felt your lips wobbling.
“I’m not clingy!” You shot back a bit defensive, trying to force a smile on your face. “Oh but you are, kitten. Every time you’re with me I feel like I have a third leg.” He looked away from you, beginning to load the rounds of ammunition into the gun’s compartment.
Your face felt warm, heart tight at the comment. You crossed your arms, turning your head away from him briefly to compose your emotions before you made a fool of yourself. “Oh whatever, enjoy your business.”
You replied hotly, getting up and stalking away from him. As you left the room you could hear him chuckle. It made your chest tight as you tried to convince yourself he didn’t mean it in a rude way.
Still, you felt the heavy weight of self conscious doubt pulling at your shoulders. You two had started off disliking each other, so why were you taking this so personal now? Tears began burning your eyes and you pushed yourself up out of frustration.
You needed to shower and go to bed. Maybe you were overtired and that was screwing with your judgement.
You dragged yourself across the room, flipping on the light switch for the bathroom before stepping inside. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and sighed, locking the door before letting yourself get carried away with your own emotions.
You moved for the shower, twisting the knobs until the temperature was perfect. You watched the water hit the tile floor for a moment before finally turning to the mirror on the opposite wall. Then, you finally let yourself stare at your own reflection.
You’re not greeted with the sight of a worn down hunter. Rather, you’re looking into the eyes of fifteen year old you, who’s just had her heart broken for the first time by a particular boy she held dear to her.
Caleb had uttered those same words to you years ago, accidentally opening your eyes to the fact that maybe you could be a little too much.
You still recalled the feeling well, heart sinking to your stomach as tears burned your eyes as you ran away from him without another word. You had spent two days locked in your bedroom, not even grandma had been able to convince you to come out.
It wasn’t until the morning of the third day that you woke up to Caleb sitting on your bed. In his hands he held an apology letter he wrote himself and a bag of your favorite sweets.
He had apologized to you verbally as well, declaring he was stupid for saying such a thing in the first place — while also mentioning he had been unbearably lonely and awfully bored without his favorite person.
Recalling that memory now had tears blurring your vision. You let them roll down your cheeks, not caring to wipe them away as you sniffled.
Maybe it wasn’t just you being overtired and maybe it wasn’t just you being hurt by Sylus’s comment.
Maybe it was the fact that you were still grieving the devastating loss of two of the people you held near and dear to your heart. Sylus had only accidentally ripped off the bandaid to a memory that both hurt and healed you simultaneously.
Though, the sting of that word still burnt heavily as you began taking off your clothes with blurry vision. Much to your dismay, you were starting to realize it hurt for all the same reasons it had hurt when Caleb had called you it years ago.
You cared about him, and his opinion on you truly mattered. Even if he had been joking, there was likely still truth harbored in those words.
Standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, you gathered up your discarded clothes and dropped them in the hamper to take back with you. You figured it would be best to tell Sylus that something came up and you’d have to return to Linkon on short notice.
Maybe, he was giving you a hint that your presence was overbearing. Your heart hurt at the thought, but you figured it would be best to give him space if he truly felt you clung to him like a second skin.
Amid your swirling thoughts, you stepped under the water’s hot stream and felt your worries melt away.
There, in the shower, you let your tears fall as steadily as the condensation that now dripped down the fogging mirror. You weren’t sure how long you stood under the unrelenting stream, but by the time you were done you were thoroughly exhausted.
Between crying and scrubbing yourself down like your life depended on it — you were ready to put on pajamas and pass out in bed.
You were too tired to do anything else other than throw a nightgown over your naked body and towel dry your hair. Your eyes were slight swollen from tears and painfully heavy from your exhaustion.
You were at least a little thankful that your body was giving out so easily. Sleep swallowing you whole the moment your head hit the pillow instead of your own self conscious doubt keeping you awake.
It was close to four in the morning by the time Sylus returned home. An impressive feat for someone like him, especially since these things could usually drag on for days if not weeks. But, there was someone waiting for him at home and that urged him to wrap things up quickly and efficiently.
His body ached and all he could think about was taking off his clothes and sliding under his silk sheets, his arms wrapping around a particular someone’s body and holding her close while she slept.
He was mindful as he pushed open the door to his bedroom, even more mindful as he quietly pushed it shut. However, a few steps into his room revealed that the person he wanted to see most was nowhere to be seen. That sobered him almost immediately.
No longer weighed down by the ache of his fight or the exhaustion gripping at his mind, Sylus was on full alert as he scanned his room for any signs of you.
He noted right away that it would be genuinely impossible for someone to get to you while staying in his home. There hadn’t been any sign of a struggle and he knew that if you had to leave for whatever reason, you’d ring his phone.
Regardless of his situation, he’d always pick up when he saw your contact lighting up his screen.
Sylus made quick work of checking the bathroom, the living area, the kitchen, and a few other areas where he figured he’d find you waiting up or slumped over in sleep waiting his safe return. But, much to his dismay, you were nowhere to be seen.
Still, he remained calm, just as he always did. Coming up with the next feasible option — checking each room one by one until he located you.
Sylus, however, seemed to have a little bit of luck on his side. As it only took three rooms for him to locate you, curled up under the blankets in a guest bedroom. While it raised several questions in his mind, he was sure they could wait for the morning.
His exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks again, knowing you were safe allowed him to quickly make the choice to scoop you up and carry you back to the bed you belonged in.
You were a heavy sleeper, which made it all the easier for Sylus to transport you back to his bedroom and carefully tuck you under his covers. All the while he made quick work of his own clothes so he could clamber into his bed beside you.
He’d shower when he woke up, luckily he didn’t get that roughed up to desperately require one.
Still, as he settled into bed beside you and pulled you close, he couldn’t help but wonder why you had chosen the spare bedroom over his own.
Is she upset with me for earlier? He had assumed you were joking, but maybe you truly were mad at him for not sharing the business he needed to attend to.
Either way, he’d make it up to you when you woke up. That was enough for him as he finally succumbed to what his body was begging for.
You’re warm all over.
It takes you a second to pry your eyes open, that familiar post-cry stiffness lingering as you try to blink sleep away. You felt rested, as if you just got the best sleep of your life, and yet your heart still feels heavy.
Your body shifts, attempting to roll over to stare at the ceiling, but something stops you. The grogginess that had been clinging to you suddenly vanished as a moment of panic causes every muscle to tense.
You realize then, that there is a canopy above your head. Not only that, but you certainly aren’t in the room nor the bed you had fallen asleep in.
Sylus…?
Glancing down, you see a pair of strong arms wrapped snuggly around your middle. The warmth you’re wrapped in is not from the blankets. No, it’s from the man who had accidentally broke your heart some odd hours ago.
And yet… you’re melting into his touch.
Did he… bring me to his bed? Well, you certainly didn’t sleep walk across the expanse of his home and climb under the covers yourself. So he must have gone looking for you when he realized you weren’t already waiting for him. That made your heart race.
A mix of emotions swirled around in your head, causing you to squirm whether you intended to or not. Sylus’s grip on you tightened, a low groan spilling past his lips and vibrating the back of your head.
It seemed the leader of Onychinus had molded himself to your body.
This time, you’re squirming for a different reason. It took you a fraction of a second to remember one fatal error you had made before collapsing into the guest bed. You wore nothing beneath your night gown.
The same night gown you could now feel bunching up around your hips. “Quit moving so much…” his voice was a deep, groggy rumble just by your ear, sending a shiver through your body that cut through the panic.
“G-get off me!” It was harsher than you intended, not even fueled by the hurt from his words. This was out of pure embarrassment, in a terrible attempt to save your pride before it was too late. The last thing you needed was him realizing you were naked beneath the already too short nightgown you wore.
Your tone, however, seems to snap Sylus awake. Without even hesitating, he untangled himself from you and pushed away to create a bit of space.
“I’m sorry…” it was hesitant, his words laced with concern and — if you weren’t imagining it — a tiny bit of hurt. With warm cheeks, you quickly adjusted yourself under the sheets before turning over to face him. “I-I’m sorry too I didn’t mean to…”
But you stopped, heart beating erratically as you stared at him. You remembered then, what you had planned to do last night “…I actually have to go.”
Abrupt and not fully thought out that was for damn sure. You could tell by the way his brows pinched together that he was completely lost. “You’re not going anywhere before we talk.”
He didn’t have to reach out to try and stop you, you hadn’t even attempted to leave the bed.
“I…I got a call last night that I have to report back to Linkon and—“ but Sylus shook his head. “You’re upset with me, and I can’t remedy this situation if I don’t know why.” Had you really been that transparent?
Well, sleeping in the guest room had been a clear indicator that something was wrong. Stupid!
“I— it’s nothing I don’t—“ but you gave yourself away for the umpteenth time. “Is it because I wouldn’t tell you about where I was going last night?” Sylus tried again, his voice gentle and understanding.
“I-no… no it’s not that.” You confess softly, realizing there was no point in attempting to act like nothing was wrong. “Then what was it, whatever I did to upset you, I want to make it better.” But how were you supposed to explain yourself and not get hurt worse?
“It’s just something you said… brought me back to when I was younger and it just…” your voice cracked and dammit the look on his face had you wanting to hide below the covers. “… just brought me back to when I was younger and… all those emotions…”
You looked away the moment you felt the burn in the back of your throat.
You’d never recover if you began crying in front of him. A terrible mix of hurt, grief and mortification and god knows what hour of the morning. You could never tell with the N109 zone anyway.
Sylus sat there for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He wasn’t exactly an expert in comforting people, but it was also killing him as he tried to rack his brain around what he said to hurt you.
One glance at your lips, formed in a trembling pout, screamed the word loud and clear. He had called you clingy. He had done it in a joking manner of course, but he could see now that you clearly did not take it as such. You took it straight to the heart.
“…it’s because I said you were clingy.”
A statement, not a question, and somehow that made it incredibly worse. You didn’t trust your voice in that moment, hand balling into a fist as you rubbed your eyes before tears could fall. Then, you nodded.
“Sweetie, I was only joking. I thought you’d be able to tell that I was considering I’d be a huge hypocrite if I was being genuine with my words.”
You pulled your hands away from your eyes at that, looking at him in shock. Quietly, Sylus moved a little closer to you. “Do you realize how often you’re on my mind? How many times a day I think of you and that pretty face and wonder what you’re doing?”
You unsure of what to say. So, he continued.
“Don’t you think it’s odd how Mephisto is always trailing you? How I’m always so quick to answer your calls and texts? So you realize how lonely I feel when you aren’t here visiting me? Certainly you’ve realized how odd it is for me to travel to Linkon and randomly bump into you…”
His hand reached out, gingerly cupping your cheek and running a calloused thumb along your cheekbone. “And surely you realize how I couldn’t even go to sleep after what I endured last night if you weren’t laying in my bed beside me, right?”
Crimson eyes searched your own, hoping and praying that his words conveyed what he was truly trying to tell you. And even if they didn’t…
“Kitten, if anyone is clingy in this relationship, it’s me.”
There it was, that similar feeling from years ago. Your heart mending itself as your doubt was pushed far back into your mind. “Sylus I…” but he shook his head, noting the way you inched closer to him.
“You don’t have to say anything, I’m sorry for being so careless with my words.”
His voice had dropped an octave, eyes trailing from yours as he zeroed in on your mouth. His thumb slowly followed, sliding down your cheek to press against the plush of your bottom lip.
You felt like you were being put in a trance, eyes lidded and lips parting as you stared at him. His thumb, warm and slightly calloused, ran along the smooth skin of your bottom lip carefully.
“Sylus…” his name was just above a whisper, surprising you that you had managed to find your voice amidst this. “Yes, what is it?”
But you didn’t have anything to say, at least not anything that was coherent.
Just a soft plea of his name, asking for something you couldn’t even verbalize due to his actions reducing your mind to mush. “…cat got your tongue, kitten?” He grinned at you, eyes still focused on the way his thumb toyed with your lower lip.
Your cheeks felt warm as he teased you, that warmth spreading to your ears and down your neck.
What in the world was he doing to you? How could someone have so much influence on you by just doing one small thing? “Sylus… please…”
“Please? What do you want, sweetie?”
“I want you to make it up to me.”
If he had the strength to keep teasing you, he would drag this out until you were begging. But the look on your face, the tone of your words, he had broken your heart accidentally. He did need to make it up to you.
He moved closer, sheets rustling beneath him as he got rid of the distance you had asked him to create only moments prior.
“This okay?” his husky whisper as you squirming, moving yourself closer until you felt his body pressing flush to yours. “…it’s perfect.” Noses nearly bumping, his hand had moved to hold your cheek instead of playing with the plush of your lips.
There was a fleeting, hesitant moment before any self restraint snapped. Sylus pressed his lips to yours with bruising force, knocking the air from your lungs as your arms shot up to wrap around him.
The countless times you imagined this scenario paled in comparison to the real thing. Sylus was warm, lips surprisingly soft, and seemed to mold to yours like that was what they were always meant to do.
The hand holding your cheek slides down, cupping your jaw to angle you better. His teeth sinking into your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp that he used as his entry ticket. Your tongues slid around each other, turning the kiss sloppy as you clung to him.
His legs shifted, causing the mattress to dip beneath you as he used his knee to spread your thighs. This time, your nails dug into his bare shoulders. You realized then, you had truly made a fatal mistake last night not putting on underwear.
“…Sylus!”
You pulled away from him, crying out his name only for him to chase your lips and muffle any attempts to warn him of your indecency.
Though, it was too late as his knee deviously moved up to press against your center. A low groan rumbled past his lips as his bare leg pressed into your surprisingly bare cunt. Sylus pulled away, saliva desperately trying to keep you two connected.
“Is this…” he pushed up, glancing down shamelessly at where your nightgown had ridden up and your pretty cunt was on full display. “…why you panicked when you woke up and realized I was holding you?”
Too horrified to speak, your hands pulled away from his body to cover your burning face. You nodded, feebly but visibly, and wished you could disappear.
His laughter, rich in sound and sending molten hot desire straight to your cunt, only made your embarrassment worse. “This nightgown must have ridden up, right? How lucky was I to be unknowingly cuddling you and you were bare from the waist down.”
His attempts at teasing you nearly fell flat, his voice wavering as his cock twitched in interest. “This pretty pussy was being neglected, hmm? That doesn’t seem right…” you squealed as he pried your hands from your face.
Hesitantly, you opened your eyes and dared to meet his, the sight left you feeling as if someone had popped holes in your lungs. The sheer intensity of want burning in the crimson of his irises had your mouth going dry.
“Tell me, sweetie, how do you want me to…” his fingers trailed from your face down to your neck, heading lower as he spoke “…make this up to you, hmm?” He knew how, and fuck was he dying to act upon his desires. Still, he needed to hear you say it.
“Don’t leave me alone…” you caught him by surprise with that one.
“It’s so lonely here when you aren’t with me… so you can start your long term journey with keeping me company…” inhaling deeply, your hands shakily run along the bulging muscles of his forearms and biceps before finding your way back to his neck.
“As for right now?” Your lips curled into a grin. “You can show me how sorry you are.”
Your bare legs wrapped around his middle, making his head fall forward in the process as he glanced down to see that pretty sight again. Bulging briefs nearly pressing up against your bare cunt, he had to clench his jaw before he made a noise he couldn’t take back.
“You sure about this?” His voice was straining, struggling to pull his eyes away from the delicious slight below him. “Never been more sure about anything, Sylus… please.” Your hips brushed upwards, ghosting across the outline in his briefs.
Sylus was convinced, he had never been so easily convinced about anything in his life. And yet you had managed to do so in one little motion.
His lips were on yours again in seconds, forcing your head back into the plush of the pillow below you as he settled his weight on top. You moaned against him, letting him swallow the noises as his twitching cock pressed snuggly against your cunt.
He was large, even through his briefs, you could feel the warmth and weight of him. It made your head spin, cunt pulsing in time with your racing heart as you ached to feel any sort of stimulation.
Gently, so gently that you could tell it was killing him to hold back, Sylus rocked his hips into yours. A shuddering groan shaking his shoulders as he rolled his covered hips against you.
He found a steady rhythm, pulling his lips from yours to litter your skin instead. Soft pecks on your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, and nose. Adoring you as his hips humped against you.
You felt drunk, eye lids heavy and face warm as you held on to his neck. Your fingers toying with the strands if silvery hair that you could reach.
Sylus moved his head lower, dragging his nose along your neck and humming softly. “You smell good.” It was an absentminded thought, you weren’t even sure if he realized he had said it out loud.
You laugh regardless, soft and breathless as you thread your fingers through his hair. The new angle allowed you to hold him better as his lips suctioned over your racing pulse. You whined, his name falling off your lips in a pretty melody as he nipped.
A large hand slid under your nightgown, running along the soft skin of your stomach before pulling away.
“You’re really that lonely when I’m not around?” His voice was smooth as honey, warm breath ghosting your ear as he whispered. “Maybe…” it was choked, hoarse even as your legs tightened around his hips.
You tried to rock yourself upwards, chasing after the little bit of friction he had been giving you. “Then that’s something I need to fix, hmm? Can’t have you feeling lonely when I’m away…” You nodded, pleased to know he was still thinking about the long term goal.
Still, his fingers were running along your abdomen. Watching as goosebumps trailed in the wake of his fingers. So sensitive, so soft. It made a smile pull at his kiss swollen lips. “What do you think?” He looked at you expectedly, a smile tugging at his lips as your brows pinched together in confusion.
“You haven’t said anything…” you mumble, eyes trailing between his face and where his hand was. “It’ll take a couple months to get here but…” you cut him off with a sharp exhale of his name.
There was no way he was truly suggesting….
“What?” He teased, soft and gentle as his hand splayed across your stomach. “Then you’d have a piece of me with you all the time.” The warmth radiating from his hand, the pressure on your abdomen, in was like a drug. “Sylus…”
His name was all you could find the strength to muster. You’d be lying if his offer didn’t sound tempting, but it was completely unreasonable.
“We can’t have a baby, Sylus.” At least not yet…
Much to your surprise, he pouts. Eyes flashing up at you with mischief shining in them. “You’re no fun.” He laughs, sweet and rich as honey, making your heart flutter. Before you could retaliate, his hand slid further up your body, pulling a gasp from your lungs as one hand completely encompassed your left breast.
“Oh—“ your hips jolt, pressing hard against his covered cock. Your skin pebbles below his hand, earning a strained laugh as he massages your pliant skin. “Feel good?” He nearly purrs, pulling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Y-yes!” Your legs tighten around him, clinging to him desperately as he toys with you. “Sylus, please, I need more.”you were dying, that was for sure. He was toying with you, taking his damn sweet time.
“More of what? Be specific, kitten.” He grinned at you, lowering his head to kiss along your jaw. All the while he rolled his hips against you, grinding himself against the burning heat between your thighs.
“Fuck me…”
He stopped, tongue pressed to your jaw before he pulled back. “What was that? Don’t think I heard you.” At any other point you would have fought him on it.
But now? When your cunt was throbbing and he felt so good against you? You couldn’t care less about your pride. You needed him, now.
“Fuck me, Sylus. Please I need you to fuck me… wanna feel you…. Fuck I wanna feel you so bad…” you babbled, hands clawing at his shoulders as your breaths mingled. “You need to make it up to me. So to make it up to me I need you to fuck me…”
You continued, utterly shameless as your hips jerked against his own. However, the first time since you’ve met him, you managed to render the leader of Onychinus completely speechless.
There were a few aching beats of silence, you clung to him expectantly. Finally, “You’re driving me insane, sweetie. Don’t blame me for what happens next…”
You yelped as his hands pulled at your nightgown. The material may have been thin but you didn’t think it was flimsy. Sylus proved otherwise, positioning his weight on his knees to free both of his hands and tear the material off of you.
“Sylus!” Using your arms, you pushed yourself upwards. “Relax, I’ll buy you a new one.” He pushed the rest of the material off of you, eyes roaming over your exposed breasts before going lower.
It seemed any ounce of self restraint he had was gone. You gasped as he pushed you backwards, head landing on the pillow with a thump. “…!” You huffed, still trying to watch him as he tugged at his briefs.
You noted the wet patch that had grown on the front of them, clenching tightly as you couldn’t decipher if it was from your own arousal or his. Probably both.
You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until his underwear was down his thighs. His cock slapped against his stomach, large and thick and very neglected. His tip weeping precum, begging to be touched. Definitely both.
“Fuck—“ you nearly hissed, eyes glued to it. “You’re lucky, kitten. I don’t want to hurt you…” he sighed, not bothering to relieve any of his own ache as he spread your thighs. “You’re so wet, how cute.”
“Oh fuck off!” You squealed as if you hadn’t just outright begged him to fuck you senseless. “I’d much rather fuck you, sweetie. Regardless, I need to prep you. Not trying to tear you apart… yet.”
Any retaliation died on your tongue as Sylus’s fingers roamed your inner thighs. Your arousal had started to cling to them, Sylus collected it on the pads of his fingers and brought them to his lips. His tongue stuck out, swirling around his fingers as he tasted your arousal, a deep hum vibrating his chest.
“You taste divine, sweetie.”
He flooded your face, shooting down your neck and straight to your cunt. Sylus seemed to notice, quickly stopping your thighs before they snapped shut. “Don’t get shy now, we still have so much to do.”
Carefully, he got himself on his stomach. Settling between your parted thighs, Sylus looked up at you through his lashes. His breath, warm and ragged, against your cunt was enough to have your head falling back. The sight was too sinful for you.
Though, Sylus didn’t seem to like that. The feeling of his evol danced on your bare skin, carefully craning your neck forward again to meet his eyes. “I’d much rather you watch me enjoy my meal, sweetie.”
Damn him.
You couldn’t answer, mind painfully blank as you anticipated the warm wet feeling of his mouth.
“Be a good girl for me, yeah? Don’t you dare hold yourself back.” He flashed you that devilish grin before running his nose along your inner thigh. Goosebumps erupted in his wake, making your clit throb with need as you nearly started begging again.
“I expect a verbal response, sweetie.” Sylus’s mouth was centimeters from your cunt, crimson eyes locked on your hazy ones. His evol was still lingering on your neck, making you shiver. “Y-yes, sir. I’ll be good.”
Sir. Where in the world did that come from?
You weren’t sure, it seemed your mouth had a mind of its own. But the look that flashed across his face told you that he really enjoyed it. “Good girl.”
Slightly strained, but he didn’t give you time to ponder it further as his mouth made contact with your throbbing cunt.
Your head attempted to fall back, but his evol restricted you. A high pitched moan of relief falling from your lips as your cunt was finally toyed with. Sylus used his fingers to spread your folds, giving him easier access to the most sensitive parts of you.
His tongue swirled easily around your aching bundle of nerves, feeling it twitch against his slick muscle. The pressure was enough to have you clenching around nothing, quietly praying he’d give you something to clench around as he worked you.
Sylus could feel you, fluttering and twitching. He did say he needed to prepare you, it was only right he indulged you how you were so sweetly begging him to.
You gasped as one finger slid past your entrance, head itching to toss back but again — his evol was preventing you from doing so. “S-sylus….”
You groaned, eyes screwing shut as he pressed up against your velvety walls. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of your sweet cunt before introducing a second finger. Your body trembled as he began pumping his hand leisurely.
All the while, his tongue continued to flick against your clit. Slowly, your orgasm built in your gut, turning your breathing ragged as he played with you. It wasn’t long before sweat started forming on your brow.
Sylus knew you were getting worked up, especially with the way your cunt suctioned to his two fingers. Which, prompted him to introduce a third. You moaned, pushing against his evol as your body shivered at the stretch.
You were wet enough that it didn’t really hurt, but there was the familiar burn of a stretch. “M-more…” you begged softly, hips jerking into his face as he curled all three fingers. Sylus smiled, something you felt more than saw as he repositioned himself.
His nose settled snuggly on the front of you, mouth suctioning to your clit and licking softly in between each harsh suck. All the while, his fingers pumped in and out of you in a harsh rhythm.
It was growing to be too much, especially with his eyes watching you so attentively. You’d come in record time, you could feel its tingling embrace all the way down in your curled toes.
“Sylus I’m gonna…” you choked, hands moving to grab his hair but his evol stopped you. He wanted to see you lose control, he wanted to see what you looked like when you came.
His answer was silent, mouth too occupied to verbally respond to you. So he quickened his tongue and kept his fingers moving in and out of your slick heat. The soft squelched only egging him on as his hips ground into the mattress below him.
You caught sight of it a moment later, eyes widening as you acknowledge he was getting himself off while pleasuring you. Eating you out was too much for him to not do something, hips pathetically rutting into the soft sheets imagining it was your velvety cunt.
That was enough for you, crying out his name as your hips jerked erratically. You came hard under his skilled ministrations. Sylus didn’t slow, working you through the aftershocks of your orgasm until your moans turned into whimpers of overstimulation.
Then, reluctantly, he pulled away from you. Withdrawing his fingers and sucking them past his swollen lips. His evol faded a moment later, letting your head fall back against the pillow as you tried to catch your breath and rid the ringing in your ears.
“You’re so perfect, you know that?”
Sylus smiled down at you, at some point he had gotten his underwear off the rest of the way. Either while he was eating you out or he used his evol. Regardless, he was completely bare before you.
That sight alone reignited the desire swirling in your gut, he had the body of a god that was fore sure.
“Don’t flatter me, Sylus.” You grinned lazily, using your now free arms to beckon him forward. You needed to kiss him, you were certain you’d die in the next ten seconds if you didn’t.
Maybe that need was evident in your fucked out face, because he crawled back over you and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You tasted your own arousal on his tongue, finding it oddly addicting as you sucked on the muscle softly.
Sylus groaned in response, parting enough to speak. “If I wasn’t so desperate to get inside of you, I’d ask you to suck my cock… but we can save that for later.”
There were several positions he wanted to put you in, but Sylus couldn’t stomach not seeing your face the first time he pushed his cock past those pretty walls.
Missionary would do, for now at least.
“You ready, sweetie?” He grinned before kissing you one last time. Pushing himself back up on his knees, he guided your hips so your ass pressed to the top of his thighs. His length was hot and heavy as he pressed it to your center, running the thick head along your folds. “Y-yes, please, Sylus…. I need you.”
Famous last words, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you wondered how you’d take the sheer size of him. Surely he’d tear you in two, even after all of the preparation.
“I’ll go easy on you, sweetie.” But his words only created more anxiety, your throat constricting as he angled his head at your entrance. “Just relax, it’ll be easier that way. I promise.”
There was a tenderness to his voice that you weren’t used to. Nor did you expect the way he crawled back over you, folding your body upwards as he leaned down to kiss you again. He couldn’t seem to help himself in that sense, your lips were too kissable.
He pulled away again, eyes searching your own before he pushed himself up to see your face in its entirety. He pressed forward, watching your jaw slack as there was no resistance.
You engulfed his tip easily, the stretch burning all the way down to your thighs. Settling as a deep ache before he pressed a little harder. You swallowed one, two, three inches of him before he gave you a break. He felt your walls quivering around him, trying to adjust to him while also trying to suck more in.
“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He soothed you, head dipping down to kiss your cheek as your nails dug into his biceps. “You’re doing so good, sweetie.”
His sweet praises as your eyes rolling back, taking that opportunity to press forward again. “Look at that, half way there.” He grinned, half of him sheathed in your pretty pussy. You could only moan in response, any coherent words not willing to leave your mouth.
“You’re clenching so hard, sweetie. Ease up.” He tried to tease you, but it came out a bit strangled. Still, he pushed forward again, watching your jaw slack and eyes threaten to roll back as he bottomed out.
You sucked as much air in as you could, holding tightly as your eyes squeezed shut to try and ground yourself. “You’re fucking massive.”
That earned a hearty chuckle from him, head falling forward as he let himself get lost in the right embrace of your cunt. “You okay if I move?” It was nearly a whisper, laced with pure lust and concern.
You steadied yourself, legs wrapping around his middle and clinging to his biceps. “Yeah…”
Sylus kept his word, pulling his hips back half way before slowly pressing forward again. With each shallow thrust, the aching burn turned into molten pleasure. It wasn’t long before your tense whimpers turned to wanton moans.
Sylus had his jaw clenched, crimson eyes laser focused on your pretty face. Though, the bounce of your breasts just below were also beckoning to him. He hadn’t toyed with them as much as he wanted, there was a sense of annoyance crawling up his spine when he realized he hadn’t so much as kissed them.
Though, he could worry about that later. He hadn’t realized he got lost in thought until the sound of skin slapping skin was echoing through the room.
He was ramming his hips into you now, broken pleas of his name falling from your lips as you begging him to ease up. “S-sylus please! Too much… s’too much!” Fat globs of tears were leaking down your cheeks, nails digging harshly into his skin.
Each thrust was pressing against your cervix, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure so mind numbing you weren’t sure if you really wanted him to ease up.
Sylus, however, gave you no time to really contemplate your request before pulling out.
You gasped at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty. Just as you opened your mouth to complain, the gentle tendrils of his evol wrapped around you.
Your face was pressed into the pillow a moment later, ass in the air with your hands tethered to his bed frame. “Sylus…?” You tried to crane your head back, but his only response was grabbing your hips.
You muffled your cries into the silk pillow case as he sheathed himself in one go. “Sorry…ha…your pretty tits were distracting me too much.” You were thankful for the pillow in that moment, crying into its soft embrace as he started fucking you in earnest.
With your hands bound in front of you with his evol, your fingers could only twitch against his bed frame in hopes of keeping you grounded.
Your velvety walls clamped down around him, desperately trying to slow down his near animistic thrusts. “Sylus!” Another broken plea of his name, muffled by the pillow as you sobbed.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetie, so well.”
His praises sent tingling arousal through you, another cry leaving your lips as his hand snaked around your front. He found your clit easily, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive bud until your thighs shook from the effort to keep your ass upright for him.
“Gonna cum, kitten? I can feel you…“ he swallowed, sweat beading down his temple as he watched his hips connect with you over and over again. A slick ring of your mixing arousal pooling at his base and leaking down your pretty thighs.
“You can cum, baby. You have my permission.”
You mewled at the new pet name, rather enjoying the way it sounded coming from him. You could feel it, the cord pulling taut as it threatens to snap for a second time. Your noises turned embarrassingly high pitch, hands struggling against the restraints of his evol as you feared this orgasm would truly destroy you.
“C’mon, cum for me sweetie… let me feel you fall apart.” His jaw was clenching tight, his own release tickling the base of his spine and threatening to spill before he even got a chance to make you cum first.
You didn’t need much encouragement after that, walls clenching so tightly that it nearly constricted his movements. Your orgasm was earth shattering, eyes squeezing shut as a silent scream was absorbed into the pillow beneath your head.
A warm gush of fluid slid down your legs, ruining the sheets below you and nearly sending Sylus into a death spiral. He swore nothing had ever felt as good as your cunt did right now. And the added beauty of your orgasm was only driving him further.
His hips never ceased their movement, pounding you through your orgasm as he chased his own.
If it weren’t for his hands and evol, your body would have gone limp against the mattress. All of your weight relied on Sylus’s strength to keep you up. Your ears rung as you slowly came down, pleasure turning into nearly painful overstimulation.
“S-sylus!” A weak and broken plea, but you could feel him twitching. He was close, so close. You just had to hold on for a little longer.
You knew he was painfully close just by his silence, likely not trusting his voice in that moment. Which, encouraged you further. “It’s your turn, come f’me please Sylus. I wanna feel you fill me up.”
Your filter was gone, heat flooding your cheeks as you begging him to cum inside of you. “Please, please I need it so bad… don’t you dare pull out.”
Fuck, he was a goner.
Sylus’s thrusts turned sloppy, connecting with you so hard your ass rippled with each thrust. His orgasm sneaking up on him so quietly he couldn’t help the guttural moan that fell past his lips as he spilled into you. White hot ropes painting your pretty cunt.
His evol slowly disappeared as he came down from his own high, nearly collapsing on top of you in the process. Still, he found the strength to be gentle as he pulled his softening cock out of you.
You both collapsed against his bed, boneless and exhausted. You weren’t sure how long you both laid in silence, labored breathing slowly returning to normal.
“Are you alright?” His fingers were softy as he pushed your sweaty hair from your face. You peeled your eyes open reluctantly, nodding as he reached to cover your messy bodies with his silk sheets.
“We’ll worry about cleaning this up later.” He remedied as you looked a little confused. “Just, c’mere for now.” He requested, voice husky as his arms opened for you to move closer.
Your body ached but you managed to collect enough strength before collapsing into his embrace.
“Did I make it up to you, sweetie?” His lips grazed the top of your head, basking in the rainy morning afterglow. “Almost…” you teased, feeling him tense a little before laughing. “You’re an insatiable one, aren’t you.” Again, a statement rather than a question.
“Sure am, but I blame you for that. There is still so much we haven’t gotten to do.” You pout, inhaling his natural musk. “Oh? We have all the time in the world.”
“I’ll hold you to it, then.” Your fingers danced along the large expanse of his chest, feeling the way he trembled, watching the goosebumps erupt.
“How about we start right now? Not a second to waste, right?” You found yourself pushing oh him, smiling as he allows you to get him on his back.
“I’ll be in charge this time.” You grin as you straddle him, watching his crimson eyes darken.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that, sweetie.”