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harmonyrae · 18 days ago

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Synopsis: Your constant escape attempts have become more than a nuisance. Turning to another praedator wasn't standard procedure, but they're out of options.

AN: This was written before playing the memory. This fic is just based on the alternate universe concept where Sylus is feral & unhinged. So, this is just raunchy, dirty fun. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content Warnings: violence, gore, blood, psychotic/psychosis, explicit language & sexual content, breath play, biting, implied unprotected sex, creampie, rough ROUGH sex, dom!Sylus, mentions of Sylus myth, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5.9k

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“I’ve got her! Level 23, she’s heading for the south stairwell! Go go go!”

The angry voice on the intercom screamed orders, it was too late to change direction. You dive through the heavy metal door. Your sweat slick hands barely hold onto the railing as you hurl yourself down the stairs. If you made it to level 14 you’d be farther than you’ve ever been before.

“Level four level four level four window break window jump window…”

Your incoherent rambling echoed through the stairwell. You could hear their boots on the stairs above you. You dared to look up the narrow opening between the stairs and felt a bullet graze your cheek. You fall backwards and tumble down the next flight of stairs. The dull ache was comforting, you’d learned to use pain to your advantage. Your bruises served as motivation, a roadmap for your failures, lessons learned.

A quick glance over your shoulder, a small blood trail trickled across the floor behind you. As you descend the stairs, you wipe your nose, blood pools in your hand. You had hit your head during the fall. Shit. You knew what would happen if they caught up to you.

As you approached Level 13, your lungs were burning, but your heart was hammering with excitement. So… damn… close…

“Gotcha!”

You slam into something solid. Before you can come to your senses and redirect, thick arms are wrapped around you. You thrash against them. Your jaw aches from how wide you stretch your mouth open, your screams nearly deafen the men surrounding you. Some cover their ears, some shrink back - fuckin newbies.

You latch onto the flesh in front of you, your teeth sinking in deep. The arms holding you let you go and you stumble, trying to grab onto the railing and pull yourself down the stairs. You could taste their blood, soured by radiation. Level 11 is right… there…

BANG

You felt a sharp jolt of electricity vibrate through your legs and then… nothing. Your face slams into the floor, your wrists ache and you can’t feel your legs. You try to turn over, but you can’t move. You try to move your legs, but they're just… not there… Fuck, they shot your spine out again. You groan as you slam your hands onto the floor, your voice hoarse from screaming came out as a pitiful broken whine.

A single set of boots circles you and comes to a stop in front of your face. You strain your eyes to look up at the figure looming over your bloodied and broken body, but all you see is the barrel of a gun. Blood leaks out of the corners of your mouth as it curves into a smile. A laugh erupts from your throat as the man pulls the trigger.

BANG

A group of four men dressed in tactical armor stand around a table, your body laid out and chained to a bed beside them. One of the men turns to face you, he leans back against the table and crosses his arms.

“235. She doesn’t know when to quit does she?”

“70 attempts in the last 2 weeks alone, how the fuck are we supposed to do anything else? We’re just chasing her around all damn day.”

A door opens and a man in a suit walks in, he’s more distinguished than the other men and it’s not just because of the suit. He walks past the men at the table and approaches the bed. He pulls back the sheet to look down at your still lifeless body. His finger traces the bullet hole on your forehead, a smile spreading across his lips as he watches it slowly close.

“I thought I told you not to shoot her unless it was absolutely necessary.”

The men at the table straighten and the one leaning takes a cautious step forward.

“She fell and hit her head, we don’t have the medical capabilities to treat a brain injury. It was easier to initiate a jump start.”

“What did you just say?”

All the men bristle and look down at the floor, letting their comrade struggle.

“We’ve just… we refer to it as a ‘jump start’ - I know it’s not official, we just don’t know what else to call it.”

The well-dressed man turns and stands toe to toe with the cowering soldier.

“She is more valuable than you will ever be. I expect her to be treated as such.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.”

The man nods, accepting the apology for the moment. He turns and puts on a clean pair of gloves. He picks up the tattoo gun and dips the needle into the already prepared ink cap. He returns to the bed and pulls the sheet completely away. Your body is still bruised and bloody, except for one of your legs. The distinct scent of alcohol fills the room as the man turns your leg to reveal a large patch of skin already covered in small tattoos.

The man leans over and presses the needle down onto your skin, next to the other markings. He draws a single dark line, as he dabs at your skin with a paper towel, his fingers graze over the other marks. Tally marks.

“I thought I made myself clear yesterday. Find a solution or I’ll replace your entire unit.”

The soldiers shrink back watching their leader stare at the floor. The man tosses the tattoo gun across the room and stalks over to take the man by the throat.

“Your plan, now, or your replacement starts today. After your body is finished burning.”

The man grabs at the burley hands around his throat. He gasps and stretches his feet, trying to reach the floor. He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Tartarus! Tartarus, she’ll go to Tartarus!”

The grip around his throat loosens and he is released. He falls to his knees and coughs, his hand rubbing his neck. He looks up and sees his boss tapping your knee with a small utensil, he watches your foot twitch. He tests the other knee and when he sees the same result he smiles.

“Why Tartarus?”

The soldier finally stands, he holds onto the table and keeps his eyes locked on your unconscious form. Your chest has started to rise and fall, your skin less pale than before.

“She’s not afraid of anything. She could be thrown out of a window and laugh when she hits the dirt. She expects immediate action, but Tartarus doesn’t act unless he knows he’ll get something out of it. If anything, he’ll distract her long enough for us to improve her holding cell.”

A suit jacket is draped over the back of a chair at the table and the man sits. He picks up the deck of cards from the center of the table, carefully shuffling them before sifting through them.

“And what do you think… Tartarus…”

He holds up a King of Hearts card.

“Will do when she…”

He holds up a Queen of Hearts card.

“...is tossed in his cage?”

A shaky hand grips the back of the chair across from him. The soldier sits, his elbows lean dig into the table as his hands rake through his damp hair.

“The others are an equal match for her, she’d have a chance at putting them down. Even Perses… she’d talk her way into his head.”

“What about Tamino? Hermit?”

“Tamino plays with his food. But I think she’d kick him once and he’d roll over. Hermit is touch starved. She could breathe on him and he’d wrap himself around her.”

“And Galen?”

“We’ve been giving him the medicine you gave us. He’d be the first to figure out her… gift. He’d probably peel her skin off to watch it grow back.”

“So Tartarus…”

“He’s patient, methodical… he’d love it if she tried to get in his head. And he wouldn’t hesitate to pin her down if it got physical.”

“What if he discovers her… what did you call it… her gift?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to test her limits?”

As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it. He held his breath as the color drained from his skin. A cold hand reached across the table and tapped the King card.

“Then go on… give the king his queen.”

With that, the man stood, picked up his suit jacket and left the room. The men huddled in the corner approached the table, surrounding their superior who finally stood. He looked at you. He stalked over and slammed his hands down on the bed beside you. He growled, his anger boiling over as he collected himself and planned his next steps.

“Send her to Zia for a cleaning and new clothes. Then drop her in the cage. Notify me when it’s done. I’ll handle the… introduction.”

You see flashes of light, so bright your eyes burn. You hear the crashing of waves, loud and violent like a storm approaching. You smell bitter cold air, as if snow is just about to fall. You feel a jolt of electricity, your body damn near weightless, floating. And then a sharp pain to your heart, wind chilling your cheeks as you are pulled forward by an unseen force.

CLANK

Your eyes flutter open. The sound of chains against metal was too familiar. Too aggravating. You groan as you slowly lift your arms. You expected to feel their weight around your wrists, but you felt nothing. The dark ceiling above you was not the one you’d grown accustomed to. The scent, musk and spice, is not your own.

The crashing waves deafening you finally fade away and you hear the chains again, this time much closer than before. Your body moves on instinct, rolling over and squatting low. Your arms stretch out to the side and you feel the sting of cold metal bars behind you. These are not the bars you’re used to. They’re not smooth, jagged edges catch the leather of your gloves. You’re suddenly aware your clothes have been changed. You haven’t gotten a change of clothes in months. The cuts and bullet holes must have been too much of an eye sore for someone.

You blink rapidly, adjusting to the low lighting. Your muscles flex, testing your new clothes. The smooth fabric of the bodice was stretchy, enough for you to roll and jump without a problem. The leather harnesses would prove to either be an asset or a major pain in the ass, you’d figure it out later. The cut outs along your hips are wide, you slowly run a hand down and sure enough, Zia didn’t give you underwear again. You’d yell at her the next time you saw her, just because she liked to go commando doesn’t mean you did. Leather gloves covered your arms up to your bicep, a thick buckle connected them to the harness across your breasts. The same style buckles connect the thigh high stockings to the harness hooked around your waist. Knee high boots were tightly laced and the thick soles squeaked against the floor, fuck… they took your sneakin’ boots.

Lifting your hand to your face you feel the familiar metallic mask, the low hum of the invisible filter covering your mouth was somewhat comforting. Everytime they removed it, your head would ache and memories you couldn’t place would flood your mind. Jasmine flowers, blue fish, stars, apples… feathers…

“No no no no no not now…”

You whisper to yourself, shaking your head. Your loosely braided hair falls over your shoulder and brushes against something that makes you gasp. Your hand quickly circles your neck, a thick leather band is sewn into place. A metal hook sits at the back, you tug at the chain connected to it and growl.

“No… no no no…”

A loud screech sends you back down to your knees, your hands fly up to your ears.

“Don’t pull on it too hard, he won’t like that.”

Your eyes widen and you look up, scanning the edges of the room beyond the cage you’re in. A flash of light draws your attention and you spot the observation room. The windows of the room are thick, only one set of metal shutters are lifted and you see him - Everett. He’s been your tormentor, your assigned guard since you arrived at this godforsaken facility. He didn’t have his usual smirk… something’s off…

“Trust me, you don’t want to make him angry. Just look at the guy behind you.”

You glance over your shoulder through the bars. A faint outline of a man is hidden by shadows. A loud click rings out as a spot light illuminates where the figure lies. The sight before you sends you crawling away from the bars towards the center of the cage. It looks like the man… exploded… blood stains the floor and walls, bones lay scattered across the floor. Your chest tightens and your nails dig into the floor of the cage. You hear chains drag along the floor behind you and you freeze.

“Don’t worry, we finally figured out an Evol suppressor for him. He shouldn’t be able to do that again. Hopefully.”

You carefully turn over to sit on your knees. You steady yourself and stand slowly. The room is still too dark, the cage is much larger than you realized. You still can’t see who is responsible for the carnage.

“Now that he has a new toy, I think you’ll be a little too busy to try for attempt 236.”

You look up at Everett and bare your teeth, you dig your nails into your palm and feel the sting through your gloves. You’re tempted to lunge forward, but the chain connected to your collar sways behind you. You’re not sure how long your new leash is and what it’s connected to exactly. You glare at Everett, his eyes meet yours and his smirk finally returns.

“Don’t worry, I’ll check in. Every few days or so. Have fun.”

You scream as the metal shutter closes and Everett disappears. The spotlight shuts off and panels of lights along the baseboards flicker on. The white slowly darkens to a warm red tone, making the air feel heavy. You dive to the side of the cage, brace your back against the bars and pull your knees up to your chest. Wrapping the chain around your wrist twice and holding it in your hand, you were used to a fight, but who were you up against this time?

A deep rumbling laugh echoes through the room sending shivers down your spine. It was familiar and terrifying. You hold onto the bars as you crawl around the outside edge of the cage, dragging your chain leash behind you.

“You look like a kitten crawling around like that…”

A raspy voice from deep within the shadows rings out. You wince, that voice… It's like a knife cutting through your flesh. But why?

“And what are you? The fucking boogie man? Hiding in the shadows like a pussy?”

That laugh… He’s laughing at you. You grit your teeth and carefully stand up, staying close to the edge of the cage. The floor vibrates as chains drag, your grip tightens around the bar, ripping through the fabric of your glove.

“Oh I like you…”

A subtle tug on the chain in your hand makes your knees shake. You have nothing to be afraid of, you’re fucking immortal, this prick can get fucked. So why was your heart racing? Your cheeks burning? A fresh surge of rage washes over you, you fling the chain around your wrist a third time before giving it a harsh tug. A grunt and clatter from deep within the shadows confirms your suspicions… you’re chained to each other.

“Kitten wants to play hmm…”

You widen your stance, bringing your fists up.

“Bring it on bitch!”

But instead of being forced forward or a beast lunging at you from the shadows, you hear steady footsteps approaching you. A figure appears between the line of shadow and light, he’s tall, much taller than you. And he’s wide, his well built shoulders taper down to a slim waist and hips. A boot crosses into the light, your eyes trail up the set of long legs and your breath catches in your throat as you take in his toned torso.

“Fuck…”

“Like what you see, kitten?”

You thought you were whispering, but apparently not. You grimace, irritated by your body's reaction. That waist looked even more delicious with the hips of his pants digging into him. Chains drape along his hips and up the center of his torso. A thick strap crosses the center of his chest, holding the sleeve of his barely there jacket in place. The other sleeve was just straps of leather wound around his massive bicep and forearm. He had the same apparatus secured to his face, but on him, it looked more like a muzzle than a filtered mask. His shaggy silver hair hung down to his shoulders, short strands swept across his forehead. Then you saw them… his eyes. The chain didn’t need to pull you, just his gaze had you taking a step forward.

“Oh you do…”

His condescending tone brought you back to reality, your jaw ached from your teeth grinding.

“Fuck you.”

His eyes widen, and there’s that all too familiar glare - the one you’ve seen in the mirror. His arm flies backwards and the chain around your wrist is yanked forward. You stumble and hold onto the bar behind you, your shoulder pops loudly and you scream. Unable to hold on, you let go of the bar and shift to hold onto the chain, pulling back with all your strength. You see his arms jolt upwards and he grunts. You glance up at the ceiling of the cage and spot a hook with multiple chains secured to it.

He takes another step toward you and you know you have seconds to act before he pounces. Leverage. You need leverage. You whip the chain against the floor and it glides through the air like a wave, hitting the man in the face. He stumbles backwards and you seize the opportunity.

You sprint to the edge of the cage and wrap the chain around two bars. You take two steps back and drag the loop you’ve created through the bars. You loop the chain around your left wrist as many times as you can before turning and running directly towards the man. His gaze finds yours and his wicked smile falters. You hear the chain clanging against the hook and then the man is thrown forward. He loses his balance and falls, his knees hit the ground as his arms fly into the air above his head. You turn and lean back, when you glance over your shoulder, he is standing, his arms still held above his head.

“Oh I’m going to enjoy this, sweetie. Show me what you’ve got.”

You expect him to fight back, to tug at the chain and send you flying into the air, but he doesn’t. He occasionally struggles against them, but never enough to move you. He stares at you, he tilts his head and you see his nostrils flair. You watch his pupils dilate and he bites his lip.

“Your smell… hmm… If you don’t hurry sweetie…”

You squeeze your thighs together, not to strengthen your stance, but rather to try to stop your arousal from leaking down your legs. He can smell how turned on you are? Fuck Zia for not giving your underwear… fuck… You can’t wrap your head around why your body was reacting this way. But with every glance over your shoulder, you could tell this beast of a man was experiencing something similar. You take the risk and stand up straight, still holding the chain tightly to keep his hands raised. Approaching him slowly, you side step and let your eyes fall down his body.

You knew you had tattoos, used to keep track of not only your escape attempts - your entire back covered with tally marks, with no room left they had to move to your legs - but also to keep track of the tests they ran. Similar tattoos adorned his body, you could make a few guesses to their meaning. The roman numerals were most likely his admission date, just like the barcode was for guards to pull up his profile. You wondered what his code name was, did he get something stupid under the guise that it was “symbolic” or did his name suffice. What is his name? Should you ask?

As you circle behind him, he glances over his shoulder at you. His eyes shine and you’re tempted to take a step closer.

“My name’s Sylus, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask.”

He chuckles and turns, his side profile bathed in a warm red glow. You meet his glare and pull on the chain. He lurches forward but maintains eye contact. His name… you know him… don’t you? But how? No no no… It’s the radiation again… has to be has to be has to be…

“Tick tock…”

His voice disrupts your thoughts. You wince and dare to step closer.

“What…?”

“Tick… tock…”

His tone is teasing, but his eyes are hungry. His eyes… his eyes… red… red… red… As if reading your mind, he turns to face you fully. His eyes shine and he leans down to your level. His right eye twitches and he blinks. It doesn’t stop the twitching, his face twists as if he’s in pain. He yanks the chain down and you fall backward. You hit the floor and lose your grip on the chain. As you scramble to wrap the slack around your wrist, you look back and see Sylus holding his head in his hands.

“Sorceress…”

You drop the chain. Sorceress... His voice is quiet… far away… strained… You sit back, your hands behind you on the floor. You try to inch your way backwards, but the pain behind your eyes becomes too strong. You can’t look away from Sylus, his muscles straining against the chains, sweat dripping down his chest, his hands taking fistfulls of hair. And then… he looks up at you.

And all you see is red red red red red red red red…

Sylus’s eye was glowing, streams of red and black mist flowing out of corners and down his face, around his neck, down his arms, around the chain and towards the ceiling. Your chest rises and falls faster and faster. His presence becomes all-encompassing, he’s in your head, feeling his way around, digging through your memories. Before you realize what you’re doing, you’ve ripped the mask off your face. Your chest burns as the air around you thickens, it’s as if the radiation washes over you for the first time.

“Sylus…”

It’s like your voice is not your own. Something ancient awakens. Your desire burns hotter.

SNAP

The chain shatters, disappearing into the red and black mist. Sylus’s eye stops glowing and he lunges at you. Your mind is muddy, but your instincts are still sharp. You roll to the side just as Sylus reaches you. You dig your toes into the floor and push off, rushing forward - to where, you have no fucking clue…

CRACK

The chain around your wrists force you back. You turn and grab the chain, but your hands are shaking. Another yank and you are falling again. You tuck and roll and try to regain your footing. You look up and Sylus stretches the chain between his hands. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, he slowly stalks toward you, like he’s hunting.

“Sylus?”

Again, your voice surprises you. Images flood your mind, your head so full you’re convinced you’ll burst. A gold lamp with a tiny dragon… A glowing sword… Horns…

A loud growl breaks the silence and you look up to see Sylus right in front of you. You turn around, but realize you’re backed into a corner, you’re trapped. Sylus’s arm wraps around your neck, his chest pressed against your back. And of course now you realize your bodice is backless, his hard abdomen against your bare back sends a new jolt to your clit and you moan.

You feel Sylus’ smile as he presses his mouth into the crook of your neck. His other hand traces your side and reaches around to hold your hip, he grips your firmly and holds you against him. You feel how hard he is and let out another breathy whimper. Ever since arriving at this facility you’ve been emotionless, yet being with him for less than 10 minutes has you falling apart?

“You’re not allowed to fly away…”

He flexes his bicep against your neck and you lean your head back to get more air. He presses his lips to your temple, his voice gentle compared to his damn near suffocating grip.

“My little bird…”

He takes a deep breath and his chest vibrates against you as he groans. He dips his head down and licks the side of your face. Blame it on the increased radiation from not wearing your mask, you’re done playing it safe. You want nothing more than to be reckless and fucking messy. You roll your hips and reach a hand back to grip onto Sylus’s hair. His moan in your ear sends you into a frenzy. You sink your teeth into his forearm - his blood isn’t bitter… it’s sweet… it’s rich…

The sound he makes is anything but human and when you lick over the wound you created he growls again. He spins you around and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head as he backs you against the bars of his cage. He leans in and uses his other hand to grip your face, his fingers dig into your cheeks and you smile. This kind of pain was making you delirious.

“Last chance sweetie… fight back or surrender.”

He loosens his grip on your face and wraps his hand around your neck, letting his thumb graze your pulse point. Your heart flutters when you see his quick glance down to your lips.

“My dragon…”

You’re not sure why you said it, but you don’t stop yourself from repeating it over and over. His eyes hold an emotion you can’t quite place. It’s quickly replaced with a fire you’re familiar with. The desire to conquer, to devour.

“I surrender…”

Sylus covers your mouth with his, nipping at your bottom lip almost immediately demanding to be let in. You open your mouth and he sinks his tongue inside, your tongues fight against each other as his hand travels down to your body. You may have surrendered, but you wouldn’t back down from this particular battle. You wanted to hear him moan, to feel him writhe, to make him just as much yours as you’d be his.

You feel the chains around your wrist snap and hear them clatter to the floor. Sylus’s hands grab onto your harness and he tears his lips away to lift you. He throws you up into the air and lets go of your harness to grab your waist. You yelp as he backs you against the bars again, your legs forced to wrap around his waist. Before he can even recapture your lips, you roll your hips and rub yourself against his abs. He glares at you and you grab his hair tugging his head back roughly. Your lips meet his neck and he groans. You suck the skin over his Adam's apple before biting gently.

He steps back and drops you to your feet suddenly. He takes hold of your harness again and the straps dissolve into a red and black mist, just like the chains. He pulls your gloves off in one smooth motion, tossing them behind him. He sinks his fingers into the front of your bodice and…

RIP

He tears the bodice completely. You shiver as the cold air hits your tits and soaked cunt. The chill doesn’t last long, Sylus spins you around again and presses his warm body against yours. His hands wrap around you and he cups your breast, rolling your peaked nipple before pinching it. His other hand dips down and digs his fingers in to find your clit. He spreads you open and rolls his finger over the sensitive bud of nerves directly. Your body seizes and he releases your breast to wrap around your waist. You reach back to try and rub his cock through his pants and he nips at your ear.

“Do you really think you’ve earned that?”

He lunges forward and your bare torso is pushed against the bars of his cage. He doesn’t hesitate to sink his fingers into your weeping cunt. Your pussy sucks in his digits greedily, your walls pulse around them in an instant. You whine and try to pull your hips back, but he shoves his hips forward to keep yours in place. His fingers work their way in and out, the lewd sounds of your cunt drive you closer to the edge. He tilts your head to the side so he can place sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Your cunt is so… greedy…”

His whispers, his fingers, his chest against your back, his scent, his everything… You gasp for air, the angle of your neck and the relentless scissoring of Sylus’s fingers has you coming embarrassingly fast. As your release drips over Sylus’s hand and down your thighs you hear him groan.

“Did I say you could do that? Bad girl…”

He gives your pussy a slap and your legs tremble. You lean your head back against his shoulder and his arm is around your neck once more. He drags you backward and pushes you down onto your knees. He kneels behind you and lifts his hand to your mouth, tapping your lips, a silent command to open. You obey and he sticks his fingers in for you to clean, he moans as he feels your tongue lap up every ounce of your own release.

“Down.”

His command is accompanied with his hand splayed on your upper back, he pushes you down and you rest your chest on the floor. He grabs onto your hips and tugs them upwards. Your chest against the cold floor, your slick cunt spread for him, your mind is finally clear - no more flashes of memories or pain. The only thing that exists right now is Sylus. You hear the clicks of buckles and then Sylus’s jacket is tossed to the floor in front of you. You try to push yourself up to look over your shoulder, desperate to see his body. His hand returns to your upper back and pushes you back down.

“Hands.”

You put your hands behind your back and he holds your wrists to your lower back with one hand. You feel his cock rub against your dripping cunt and can’t hold back.

“Sylus please please please… fuck…”

Another slap to your pussy makes you growl, the frustration becoming almost more than you could handle. Just as you’re about to start pushing your hips back you feel his tip circle your tight cunt. He pushes himself into you slowly, savoring every pulse and clench. When he bottoms out, he pauses for a moment, letting you adjust and breathe. But as soon as you breathe in, the air is pushed back out. His hips retreat and snap forward, Sylus roars as he slams into you over and over. One hand holding your wrists, the other latched onto your hip to keep you in place. He hits your g-spot with every thrust and your second orgasm is close… so damn close. But you know you have to wait for Sylus to give you permission this time, or he might stop altogether.

“I need to… I need ohhh…”

“Not yet. Don’t…”

His rushed words prove he is just as undone as you are. He releases your wrists and leans down to wrap his arm around your neck again. Your body hums as he takes control and holds you closer. His other hand slams down onto the ground beside yours. You feel his chest heave and his hips slow as he adjusts you both to the new position. He rolls his hips, grinding against you, hitting that perfectly little spot that makes you see stars. He begins thrusting harder, his movements more panicked than before. His voice trembles as he mumbles in your ear.

“Not…”

Thrust

“...allowed…”

Thrust

“... to fly…”

Thrust

“...away…”

His hips stall as his climax washes over him. A deep rumble shakes his chest - somewhere between a growl and a moan. You’re so fucking full… full of his cock, his cum… He overwhelms your senses, your tender pussy flutters as it milks his cock of every last drop. You grab onto his forearm and dig your fingernails into his skin.

“Sylus… I can’t hold on please please…”

He sits back on his heels, bringing you with him. He barely has to move, you’re so overstimulated just the pressure alone is enough to send you over. You start rolling your hips, lifting yourself to feel the drag of his swollen tip. You close your eyes and lean your head back, finding your rhythm. His hand travels up to your breasts and he squeezes and pinches until you’re a whimpering mess. His bicep flexes and your limited air supply is cut off for a moment.

“My little bird is so sensitive… So… needy…”

Your remaining willpower crumbles and you moan as loud as you can, squeezing your thighs together to trap him inside you. He lets out a feral groan and loosens his grip around your neck, he grabs your face and twists your neck so he can lock his lips with yours. He doesn’t pull back, both of you writhe against each other fighting for space to breathe. He finally concedes and pauses to mumble into your mouth.

“Come for me come for me now…”

You moan his name over and over as you squirt all over his cock, his thighs, his abdomen… He rolls your clit between his fingers and smiles against your lips as he feels the warm rush. As you start to calm down, he wraps both arms around your stomach, keeping you perched on your knees, his cock buried inside you. You rest your head on his shoulder and he kisses the crown of your head.

“Sweetie…?”

His voice is soft, so different from how he spoke just moments ago. You turn your head and look at him, his pupils have returned to normal and his brow is furrowed. His hands gently lower to your hips and he presses his forehead against your shoulder.

“You… remember…?”

He sounds broken… afraid. You lift yourself off of him and turn to face him. Your hands cup his cheeks and you force him to look at you. The fear in his eyes fades as he looks at you. All the images, the field of flowers, the dark church, the piles of gold… They’re not images, they’re memories.

“I remember. I remember all of it.”

You kiss his forehead and he lets out a deep sigh. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“I can’t stand seeing you in this cage Sy…”

He pulls you closer and kisses your cheek.

“Then let’s get out of here, shall we? This’ll be number 236, right?”

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