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[punks-never-die205]

Happy Birthday Cap'n

cisfem!reader x Eustass Kid

No Summary, just lots of smut... about 4,838 words of it.

CW (deep breath): vaginal sex, anal sex, anal play, dildo, vibrator, wax, degradation, swearing, messy sex, impact play, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, Master, begging, oral, biting, reference to omegaverse but this is not.

@icy-spicy @standfucker @thecaptainsdeck @zoros-sheath here’s the story I mentioned the other day 💕😎

You look at the small toy, clearly unimpressed. The series of beads get a little bigger as it progresses, but for one of Kid’s toys it’s really small.

“Don’t let how it looks now fool you, Mouse.” He says with a wicked grin. “It’s coated in latex but the stuff inside expands with heat, and body heat is enough to trigger it.”

“Expands by how much?”

“Not enough to do damage. I’ve tested it a lot, and then we did trial runs before now. But I can put this in that sweet little tight ass of yours now, and by dinner you’ll be gaping and ready.” He promises.

“If you say so.” You mutter, bending over the bench and putting your ass in the air. “And today I’ll just stay in here the whole time?”

“Yeah,” you can feel him pressing lube into your ass even with the toy’s small size. “Me and the guys have been through it, but I want to be sure with you before you spend a day with one of these in while you’re out and about.”

“Ever the cautious one.” You muse, humming as his finger pushes into your ass. “I do love that about you when it comes to your inventions.”

“You love all of me, Mouse.” He asserts, smacking your ass cheek and getting you to squeak and squirm a little.

“Fuck yeah I do.” You moan the words arching your back, knowing his face is flushed at the declaration.

Kid lubes up the toy too, and then starts to push it in. It always feels weird at first, and he works it in slowly. By the 3rd bead you’re holding onto the bench and melting into the sensation. It’s not just the toy - Kid knows what the fuck he’s doing.

“This is the fourth one, three more to go.” He informs and teases you at the same time, the next slightly larger head pushing in easily.

“Fuuu-Hnnngh, ah. Shit. It’s not fair how good this feels.”

“Heh, you’re like one of those omegas in those comics you and Heat like. Thirsty little fuck no matter how or what hole is getting filled.”

“It’s just cause it’s you.” You pout.

“Oh?” Kid leans over you, pushing the toy to where you can feel the next bead stretching you a little more. “Want me to mark you when you cum then? Drive my teeth,” his words are hot against your back and you can feel him moving to the nape of your neck. “Nice and deep,” he pushes the next part in and you gasp. “Right here?”

“Fuck, fuck, Kid, dammit -.” You squirm but he has you well and pinned. “That spot, you’re, hitting!”

“Heh, man or woman, some people are just blessed to be sensitive in all the best places.” He huffs into your hair, toy seemingly laser targeted onto the spot that’s sending jolts through your body light electricity.

He reaches out with his free hand and grabs one of yours. You hold onto that hand with both of yours, legs and toes curling as he works the toy until you can feel the unavoidable rush of an orgasm building.

“Am I going to bite you, Mouse?” He questions, voice low and commanding.

“Yes, yes please!” You gasp the words, desperate to know how it feels.

“Gonna mark you as mine,” he growls. “Let you warm my cock while this toy expands in your ass. Keep you all to myself today, Mouse.”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Kid, I’m kuh-cumming!” You nearly scream the words, and as the pleasure tears through you the bright sting of Kid’s teeth piercing your skin rips pleasure and pain both to new heights. The pleasure wins out as he thrusts the last two beads into your ass.

Kid leans back as you melt into the afterglow. He smacks your ass and you moan, shifting sweetly beneath him.

“Nice work, if I do say so myself.” He muses, running his fingers over the bite mark on your neck. “Let’s get that cleaned and bandaged, then you can sit in my lap while I work.”

“Keepin’ yer cock warm?” You mumble, as Kid helps steady you on your feet.

“Heh, fuck yeah. If you’re good and patient I’ll reward you.” He promises, leaning down and giving you a greedy kiss. “Make you cum so much you’ll work that behemoth out of your ass all on your own.”

Kid gets the much deeper than he’d usually do bite mark cleaned and bandaged, and then gets settled at his work bench. You settle into his lap, facing him, and begin to work his thick cock into your wet cunt.

“Fuck,” you hiss as the girth makes you more aware of the slowly expanding toy in your ass. The shared intrusion has you shivering, panting into Kid’s chest and your legs trembling as you try to work yourself into a comfortable position.

“Sounds like you’re gonna cum.” Kid teases.

“C-Can I?” You gasp, looking up at him. Your face is flushed, and you’re desperate for relief, so full like this, you know how you must look. “Full, I’m so full, I just… need a little bit.” The words fall from your lips like sweet treats, and he swears he can taste them on his tongue.

“No.” He says finally, tearing his gaze away from your face and turning toward the work bench. “Stay still, Mouse.”

The commanding tone is enough to make you clench and you gasp as you hold onto him. Sometimes you would argue, sometimes you would play at being a brat and relish in him putting you in your place, but you were so full. The bite on your neck felt like fingers slipping gently down your back, cowing you and turning you on.

You wanted to melt at his command today.

“Yessir.” You mutter it softly because you barely trust your own voice.

“Listen to you,” he purrs the words, hands already busy with work on the bench. “Try a better word, slut.”

The way he says the word so evenly. There’s no love or disdain on the word, it’s just a statement of what you are. Something about it licks against your cunt like it was his tongue.

“Yes, Master.” You say the words clearly, hands on his sides, keeping yourself steady and still with his pulsing cock inside your pussy, and the expanding toy in your ass. You could feel the soft shift of it, the way the lube would move like cum inside you every time it shifted.

“That’s better little whore.” You can almost hear the grin in his tone, even with how he’s focused on the work between his palms. The degrading word presses against your skin like it was his tongue.

He works in silence for a few minutes, and you try not to feel every single thing.

You swear his heart beat is in his shaft, thumping against your shivering walls. You can feel each fiber of his pants against your thighs, and the coarse tickle of his pubes trying to caress your clit. He moves a little while he works, shifting the world around you only the smallest bit, but it feels like such a large movement.

He smacks your ass with his flesh hand without warning and the surprised sound that parts your lips turns into something truly whorish once it passes your teeth. The impact and your own surprise nearly lifts you off his girth.

“Get your fucking cunt back where it belongs,” he growls and you sink back down. Despite the growing size of the toy in your ass, you’re so wet you sink even lower onto him, your throbbing cunt nestling into his pubic hair.

You lean back a little to keep it from bothering you, and Kid puts a hand on your back, pressing you into his chest and pushing you down a little further.

“Haannngh!” You groan in pleasure, on the edge of an orgasm you’re about ready to start begging for, but it’s only been a few minutes and you know the answer.

“Don’t lean back,” there’s less dom in his voice and more regular Kid. “I don’t want to solder your hair on accident.”

“Kay, okay,” you gasp, shivering against him.

“Gonna cum so soon?” He teases, the edge back in his voice. It sits against your throat and you almost want to ask him to bite you again. “Gonna start calling you Dumpster instead of Mouse.”

“Fah-fuck you,” you gasp. Okay, maybe you couldn’t let go of that bratty streak entirely.

You hear him push back whatever he’s working on before he grabs your hair and leans you back. His cock is still buried inside you, and you swear you can feel your stomach stretch against the new angle.

“What was that, little pet?” He questions, a toothy grin on his face as he looms over you. He looks like a wolf, teeth bared and a glint in his eyes. If he had claws you imagine you’d feel one trailing down your stomach right now.

“I’m… I’m not a cum dumpster.” You try to assert.

“That’s not what you said, slut.” He growls, tugging your hair and making you gasp. He leans down enough to lick a heavy stripe against your clavicle, stopping before he comes around to the bite he left earlier.

“Say.” He licks up the side of your neck. “It.” His teeth tease the soft lobe of your ear. “Again.” He sucks the soft flesh into his mouth, biting on your earlobe and sucking hard enough to bruise it a little.

“Fuck you!” You cry out, the sting of the harsh hickey on your ear making you answer him more loudly than you meant.

“Mmm,” he breathes the sound into your neck. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

You feel him shift, and hear his belt being pulled loose. “K-Kid, wait, I mean, Master, I didn’t-.”

“Color, Mouse.”

“G-green, I think. Green.” You stammer hastily and Kid kisses you. The soft rush from the contact makes your heart skip and then helps settle your nerves.

He reaches past you with the belt, hooking it to something before having you raise your hands over your head. Looping the belt around them, he makes it snug, but you can free yourself if you need to, and has you hold onto the strap.

The position has you arched and exposed beneath him. Toy in your ass, his cock in your shivering pussy, your shoulder just barely making it to the edge of the bench, and your arms above your head. It leaves your breasts exposed, and keeps your clit from rubbing into his body.

“Hold onto that belt nice and tight,” he commands, roughly palming your breasts. “And I won’t use it on you, bratty little shit.”

You gasp from the pleasure of his hands, one hot and rough, the other smooth and ice cold, against your tits. The sensation causes you to squirm and Kid grabs your hips, holding you still.

“Cum without permission and I’ll use it on your cunt, got it whore?” He growls, and you nod your head. “Say it.”

“If I leggo, you’ll punish me, and if I kuh-cum without permission you’ll,” you whimper, enticed by the idea and afraid of it at the same time. “Use your belt on my cunt.”

“Good girl,” he hums, leering down at you and taking in everything with his sharp golden gaze. “Now, what to do. You couldn’t leave me alone to work, so I’ll have to pass the time a different way.”

You do your best to stay still with him looking at you like that. You can feel the heat rolling through you, on display like this, that darkness dripping from his tone. Kid was always a little rough, always moved you how he wanted, always satisfied you deeply no matter what he did, but sometimes he’d get a little extra mean.

Sometimes you knew before the session started, and sometimes he’d just push and push until you started to crack a little.

A metal candle holder, complete with candle, moves easily into Kid’s hand. A couple snaps of his metal fingers and the candle lights. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t promise anything. He just stays there, watching the flame slowly melt the wax.

You know what’s coming.

“Please,” you gasp, and Kid’s eyes slip from the small flame of the candle down to you.

“Oh right,” he says sarcastically. “I can’t punish you, if you don’t cum without permission.” He holds the candle in his metal hand and puts his right hand on your stomach. “Fuck, I really can feel it.” He hums, rubbing the taut part of your stomach. It wasn’t an obvious bulge from what you could see, but the lack of squish in your stomach was obvious.

“Not a bad angle.” He hums, shifting his hand just enough to press his thumb into your clit. “You’re not gonna get permission.” He warns, his thumb pressing and rolling against your clit.

“Oh gods, fuck no, no, no, Kid—AH!” You gasp and hiss in a breath as a hot splash of wax licks your stomach, biting roughly before it cools.

“It’s Master, you fucking slut, get it right.” He grumbles.

“Master, master, please…” You gasp, fingers gripping the belt so you don’t let go.

“Now, the faster you give in, the less wax there’s gonna be.” He explains, rolling the candle lazily in his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll start fucking you before there’s too much.”

“Please, please, please let me cum,” you sputter, the pleasure was already tight in your stomach and it wasn’t going to take much more.

“Oh you’re gonna cum, Mouse.” He promises you. “But you’re not gonna get permission.”

“Ki-Master! Master please!” You beg, squirming beneath him. You were too stretched out to move much, and what little movement you could do did nothing except expedite the growing need in your gut. “Fuck, fuck, please, Master, please, I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” You gasp the words.

“No,” Kid rolls his hips, thrusting into you lovingly.

“Fuuuu-Nnnnnnnngh!” Your entire body tenses, the orgasm pulling your stretched form even more taut as your pussy throbs against his cock. The toy in your ass expands as you clench against it, and it almost feels like you orgasm in the middle of your orgasm.

Just as you pass the peak, body still tense as the pleasure abates slightly, the hot splash of wax on your chest dribbles right over your nipple. Screaming you curl from the harsh sting that bites deeper so close on the heels to your orgasm. The action causes you to fuck Kid and the sweet pleasure of his cock burying into you and against the toy eases some of the pain of the wax.

“Holy… fuck!” You gasp the words, gulping in big lungfuls of air. The contradicting sensations have you a mess, sweat already dappling your skin, sliding coolly down your back.

Kid drips single drops onto your stomach randomly as you come down from your high. His eyes are glued to each little twitch and jerk as the single drops land.

“Shit, fuck,” you hiss and swear, squirming beneath him. You’re trapped, no movement you make will set you free and every jerk and wiggle just makes your stomach tighten, the pleasure skittering through your limbs on the heels of the hot sting from the small drops of wax.

Kid starts to roll his hips into you, and you whimper. The pleasure is going to boil over and if he’s helping it means there’s a good bit of wax still left.

“Please, please,” you nearly sob the words. You don’t know if you want to cum, or just want him to pour the wax at this point. “Fuck I can feel it expanding in my ass,” you whine, squirming and pushing back into him as he thrusts lazily into you.

“Cum,” the word claws out of your mouth in desperation. “Gonna cum!”

“Don’t you dare, whore.” He commands, even as he teases your clit and bullies your cunt. “There’s so much wax- oh, there you go.” He purrs the words as your body tenses in silence. Your legs go rigid against his sides, your toes flexing as you hold onto his belt white-knuckled.

He doesn’t wait for you to come down this time, cutting a line of wax against your lower hips and stomach. The harsh line seems to want to hit your clit but he doesn’t go that far down. You suck in a gasp of air, pussy grinding into him as the sting from the wax makes your hips shake to try and throw off the already cooling substance.

“Yuh-yellow,” your word is airy and tired, fingers shivering and flexing against the belt. Kid sets the candle aside and has you let go of the loops of belt.

Cradling you in his big metal hand, the cool metal feeling wonderful against your hot skin. You catch your breath for a moment and Kid gives you a little water.

“How’s your ass?”

“If this thing vibrated I’d be passed out by now.” You admit with a soft smile. “But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s expanding very slowly, despite all the heat and such.”

“Afraid of it coming out?”

You shake your head. “Nah, but, uh…” your face flushes hot despite the moment of reprieve. “I’d rather… you.”

“Me?” Kid prompts, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers and thumb and making you look at him. “Say it clearly, Mouse.”

“I-.”

“Look into my eyes you shameless little slut.” He commands and you feel the embarrassment rush you again. “You’re my whore, I know you want to beg me like the dirty fuck you are.”

You bring your gaze to his and your cunt throbs against his cock from the look on his face alone. The devilish grin on his lips lets you know he could feel it.

He leans down, keeping your gaze trapped. “Call me Captain when you beg, Mouse.”

The breath you breathe in shivers at the command.

“Please, uh…” you swallow thickly, bracing against him and slowly riding him as best you can in this position. “Fuh-fuck me in the ass, Captain, please. Take, take this toy out and fill me with your cum, please, Captain, please.”

“Need me that bad?” He muses and you nod.

“Fuck me up Kid, I’m begging like a good Mouse.” You nearly demand it, hands on his face. He lets you pull him into a kiss as his hand overs down to your breasts, the rough grip peeling cooled wax away carelessly. You whine and squirm into the kiss, but you don’t break it.

“Everything for you, Mouse.” He says, breaking the kiss and lifting you off his lap.

You moan at the feeling of his cock leaving you empty and wanting. Turning you over he puts you face down on the work bench. You grab onto the belt just to have something to hold onto, and Kid’s hands are on your cheeks, squeezing them until you kick and squirm from the sensation.

“Fuck… every squeak you make is perfect.” He husks before putting his metal hand against your back again. It’s not as cold as it had been earlier, warmed by the heat of your skin, but it’s still colder than you and it feels good.

He grabs the base of the toy in your ass and starts to pull it free. The first bead is the largest, and you gasp as it stretches the tight ring of muscles of your sphincter. You do what you can to help ease it out, having learned from Kid that you could push and your body would do what it could.

The sensation as it pops free as has you squirming beneath his hand. He pushes it back against your entrance, as though he means to push it back in, and you moan so deeply it’s almost a growl as the beads rub your insides.

He pulls the second one out and does push it back in and your back arches against his metal hand as you gasp in pleasure and surprise. He pulls it out and then keeps pulling, slowly but steadily freeing each bead as you moan and wriggle, trapped between his hand and the workbench.

“Fuck! I need to fill you up.” He growls, tossing the toy aside and standing up behind you. “You’re gaping and soaked in lube, I’m just gonna-.” The head of his cock is pressed into your ass and slips in so easily you nearly cum from the intrusion.

“Fuck!” You both swear, his hands on your ass cheeks again, spreading them apart as he sinks in deeper and deeper.

“Gods, fucking, seas, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out as his fingers knead the meat of your ass cheeks. Kid doesn’t sink any deeper, instead grinding the point he’s at. “Not, not there, shit shit I’m gonna-fuck!-hnnngh!”

You release your hold on the belt, beating your fists into the table as you cum hard against his cock. You can feel the slick drip down your thighs without him in your pussy, the sensitive walls fluttering against nothing as your ass spasmed against the rock hard beast buried in it.

“I love the way you cum,” Kid hums, pushing in deeper even as you’re still shivering from the orgasm. “The way your whole body feels it. The fucking sounds you make,” his voice is getting husky as he presses his hips flush into your ass cheeks. Hands by your shoulders, looming over you, watching you tremble beneath him.

The sweet mewl he pulls from your lips as he licks up your spine between your shoulder blades nearly makes him cum.

He shifts, using his legs to force yours wide. Gasping you grab back onto the belt as the new position has you braced against his legs more than the table. You aren’t surprised when the bulb of the wand vibrator nestles against your clit.

“Oh gods, oh gods, Kid, Kid - wait, wait - I…” you whine but your body betrays as your hips wiggle into the toy.

“Color,” he commands and you nearly sob.

“Yellow, green - fuck don’t stop! Please, please it’s gonna take me out.” You whine. “I’m gonna scream, I swear!”

“I’ll turn it on when I cum.” Kid says, thrusting into your ass until there’s loud wet smacks from the excess lube on your skin. It’s not even a minute and he throws the vibrator on, pushing in deep as the vibrations rock your clit and he empties his balls into your ass.

He fucks you through his orgasm and pushes you over the edge in the process. Kid growls a swear between his teeth as he overstimulates himself with your body, and you scream a mix of swears and his name as you squirt your orgasm onto the workshop floor. His metal hand is braced on the table in front of you and you hold onto it for dear life as your body shudders uncontrollably with euphoric pleasure.

“Fuck,” Kid growls again, dropping the wand and thrusting into you roughly until you can feel him twitching and unloading into your ass a second time. “Shit,” he huffs, sweat dripping from his brow onto your back. “Fuck I haven’t cum back to back like that, in a fucking hot minute.”

Leaning down, he kisses down your back as he slowly pulls out of your ass. You mewl and gasp softly, shivering against the pleasure and strange sensation of his exit.

“Good job, Mouse.” He hums as he pulls out completely.

Rolling you onto your back he leans down and kisses you. You’re both a sweaty mess, hair clinging to skin, sex and exhaustion heavy in the air, skin salty from everything. He’s kissing trail down your jaw to your neck, and he leans back enough to start peeling the errand bits of left over wax still on your skin.

His fingers carefully flake away the hard and cooled wax as he licks and suckles your nipples gently. The soft pleasures almost make you giggle as you sigh happily.

“I’m sweaty,” you hum and he makes a soft knowing sound, still kissing and licking your skin.

His eyes meet yours as his kisses descend lower. You bite your lower lip, and shift in anticipation. He brushes away the wax along your lower abs and hips with his hands as his tongue presses heavy against your throbbing clit.

“Fuck, Kid - Captain, if I cum again you’ll have to carry me.” You sigh, your hips pressing into his mouth greedily.

“It’s my birthday, Mouse.” He hums into your mound. “I’m going to carry you out of here, wash you, and fuck your pretty clean pussy all over again.”

You whimper, but you can feel the orgasm building again. Deciding not to fight it, or him, you put your hands in his hair and listen to him moan against your clit. He licks long heavy strips against your folds and clit, working you up slowly and inevitably. Lifting your legs with his hands, he spreads and bends them back enough to plunge his tongue into your vagina, his pointed nose pressing into your clit.

“Wait, Kid, I think, I think I’mma squah!” The word breaks from a rush of pleasure, and you need a second to try again. “Squirt again, if you do that I’ll -!” The focused look on his face makes you clench against his tongue and the heat rush through you. “I can’t, I can’t - it’s like peeing on you, and I can’t,” you gasp as Kid leans back.

“I’d drink that too,” he answers easily, lifting one of your legs up into the air and slapping your soaking clit. The slap sounds louder than the impact feels, but the strike still has enough force behind it to send a powerful jolt through you. You nearly came from it, gasping in a heavy breath and scrambling to know how he managed to ride the line like that.

“Mm, one day I’m going to spank your cunt until you cum from it.” He muses, hands on your ass cheeks again as he uses that grip to pin your pussy between his hands and mouth.

Your shoulders are still barely on the work bench, and from this angle you can’t see what he’s doing, you can only feel it. Your legs and arms flail for a few seconds until your body realizes it’s not going anywhere no matter how to squirm, and the relentless pleasure from his mouth between your thighs left you little recourse except to lay there and take it.

Breathy swears babbled from your lips like a soft and delirious prayer, your body slow growing more and more tense as the pleasure you couldn’t escape coiled tighter and tighter. Your toes curled as the inevitable began to crest, your chest rose as your back arched from the tension building in your muscles.

Your babbled prayer became a panting rush of almost fearful whimpers, the slow build reaching a height you had expected to already peak. The same grip that kept you from getting away, also held you steady even as your curled body began to tremble. The tears that pooled in your eyes spilled over as the tension snapped.

Gushing against Kid’s face you can barely hear the splatter against the floor this time. You can feel him swallowing even as his lips kept bullying your clit. Spots dance over your vision and your hands smack on the table as your heels drive bruises into his shoulders. You can’t control any of the movements, and when you heave in a breath the only sound that escapes you almost sound angry, more war cry than moan of pleasure, but it helps ease some of the tension in your muscles.

Stiff arms and a curled back collapse into the workbench reaching out for Kid with sobs on your lips as his continued licking is hurdling you into overstimulation. His tongue teases toward your ass before he stops short and licks one last heavy slurp all the way up your slit.

“Fuck, you’re delicious.” He says it like he’d just devoured a full course meal. Kid moves you so you’re laying out as comfortably as possible on the workbench for a moment while you catch your breath. Your hazy gaze is full of love and bliss and if he could stop any moment, it would always be this one.

“That’s my girl,” he hums softly, never really sure if you hear him or not, kissing your forehead, and caressing your face.

When you have your senses gathered enough you reach out for him, and he scoops you into his arms easily, cradling you against his chest and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Happy birthday, cap’n.” You mutter lovingly, snuggling into the mountain of warmth that held you just a little bit closer.

[razzmatash]

Unwrap Me

Rating: Explicit 16,918 words Sylus x f!OC Read on Ao3 Summary: Christmas might be over but Calli has one more present for Sylus. A smutty epilogue of the 12 Days of Christmas series. CW: plus sized oc, lingerie, dom/sub undertones, vaginal fingering, nipple play, masturbation, finger sucking, improper use of Evol, bondage, spanking, cock warming, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, throat fucking, deep throat, cum swallowing, penis in vagina sex, mating press, prone, creampie, aftercare, a bit of a praise kink, biting, marking Minors DNI

Shaking out her curls, Calli took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. She almost didn’t recognize the woman looking back. When Sylus had told her he wanted to enjoy unwrapping his present, she had taken him seriously and put actual time and effort into finding an outfit she thought he’d like. But something she would still feel comfortable wearing. She’d wound up commissioning something in a rush, thankful and embarrassed that the tailor he employed had hired on staff to...accommodate any requests that came from her.

Thankfully, the woman hadn’t asked any questions but she’d been more than a little mischievous when she’d gone to pick up the lingerie. Now that she had it on, she could see why.

The baby doll was sheer with just enough coverage to veil her nipples without outright concealing them. The material was a crimson red across the top but the dye faded into a deeper red that was almost black the further down you went. The ribbon that held the two sides closed between her breasts had been given the same dye treatment. The panties were nearly as sheer as the top, that same deep red which was likely the only reason they weren’t completely see through. To finish the number, black stockings climbed up her legs to end in lace around midthigh.

She’d taken time while getting ready to take things a little further than she usually did. Liner and mascara to help her eyes stand out, a lipstick to match the crimson of her clothes. A dusting of edible glitter across the swells of her breasts. Her curls were loose and free, spilling across her shoulders and down her back. A pair of dark heels that gave her a couple inches but were nothing compared to his height.

Her gaze dropped to the jewellery box sitting on the counter beside her. He’d given it to her the morning of the holiday but had told her to wait to open it until she was ready for him to unwrap her. He wanted her to wear it for him and he wasn’t taking no as an answer. She’d agreed but she wished she hadn’t now that she’d seen it. But she knew that this was the only kind of situation she could wear it in. There was nowhere else she could even remotely consider wearing it.

Brushing her fingers over the gemstones, Calli pushed out a shaking breath before carefully scooping it up. She fastened the clasp around her neck, pleased and a little alarmed at the fact that while it fit snugly around her throat it wasn’t tight enough to hurt. Rubies and black diamonds glittered around her neck and spread across her chest in a lacework pattern that ended in a single dark ruby nestled just at the tops of her breasts.

It was a bold statement that loudly declared she was very much claimed and very well loved.

Twisting in front of the mirror, she tried to find something else to take care of, to stall for a little bit longer, but there was nothing. Appearance wise, she was ready and he was waiting.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the door. He’d like it no matter what she wore but she had wanted this to be special for him. She was trying to make this special for him. He’d wanted her as a gift and she had agreed.

Stepping into the room, Calli looked for him immediately and found him standing in front of the balcony doors. “Sylus?”

“Why here, kitten?” he asked, not turning. “I thought you’d had enough of snow.”

She had. “I doubt we’re going to be going outside much,” she murmured, earning a chuckle. “We aren’t across the Arctic Circle but we’re close.”

“And that matters because?”

“Polar night,” Calli said softly. “I know most people go to beaches or resorts during the winter but they’re going for the sun. You wouldn’t enjoy that much. Since we wouldn’t be going outside when the sun was out, why did we need the sun at all? I chose here because there’s barely a couple hours of sunlight every day so it doesn’t matter as much when we’re awake or not. And....”

“And?” he prompted.

She flushed a little and took a moment to gather herself. “This is supposed to be just the two of us so I thought I’d replicate the last time it was really just us.”

“The snowstorm.”

Yes. Two days alone with him with no responsibilities, no outside anything, had been as close to bliss as she had ever come. “You didn’t want to leave either,” she reminded him.

“That might not be a smart idea, kitten. I might not want to leave here either.”

A risk she was willing to take. “Do you want your present?”

She saw his smile in his reflection in the glass. “Do you want to give me my present?”

He was feeling playful. Wonderful. “Yes,” she said honestly.

Sylus watched the snow fall in the outside lights for a moment longer before he slowly turned to face her. He stopped halfway, staring openly at her.

Calli tried not to shift nervously and kept her chin up, her gaze on him. It was a little embarrassing to put herself on display like this but she had done it before. Not to this degree but it had happened. If she could convince herself this wasn’t any different, maybe she could get through it easier. Maybe. If he said something.

But she heard his slow exhale before he faced her fully. His gaze slowly slid down her body, taking his time. She fully expected him to ask her to do a little spin for him but he stayed silent.

Her eyes widened as his Evol wrapped around an armchair and moved it in front of him. He walked around it to easily settle, his gaze never leaving her. He was making it hard to breathe and he hadn’t even done anything beyond look at her. She wanted to move, to ask him what he thought, to do something, but she waited for him. She knew she had to wait for him.

The longer he stared, the more exposed she felt even though she was fully covered. Her heart was starting to pound and it was all she could do not to take little gasps of air. Her nerves were fraying and she just wanted him to say something, anything, at this point.

Sylus lifted one hand and crooked a finger at her. As if he could tell how close to breaking she was.

Swallowing her nerves, Calli took a step toward him.

“Slowly.”

Of course. If there was one thing she knew, it was that he liked appreciating her when she put herself on display like this. Didn’t matter if it was something he bought or something he just hadn’t seen before. He took his time looking at her, appreciating her, and he wanted her to give him every single second she could.

But it was hard to slow her pace, to keep herself calm, as he lounged in the chair and waited for her. She did her best, silently counting her steps and praying she didn’t break before she got to him.

His expression was pleased as she did what he wanted and stopped in front of him. She was standing between his spread legs, close enough for him to touch. But he kept his hands on the arms of the chair, slowly tapping his fingers against them.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as his eyes slowly slid down her again and she wished she knew what he was thinking. He looked pleased but he wasn’t making any effort to take her, to unwrap her. While savouring her might have been his second favourite thing in the bedroom, she shouldn’t ever forget that teasing was first. He would gladly keep her on edge for as long as she could possibly take it before giving her what she wanted. He would always give it but nights like this took her a bit to recover from.

So it was a good thing they’d be here for a week.

Her breath caught, clogging her throat, when one finger slid against her skin, tracing the top of one stocking. She did her best not to move but her leg tensed all the same as he leisurely made his way. His gaze was back on her face as she struggled to not give in to just this simple of a touch. A maddening smirk appeared on his face that had a flush spreading across hers.

“Needy kitten desperate already?” he murmured, his finger dipping between her thighs before continuing on to the next one.

“Yes,” she whispered. Nerves and anticipation. A giddy feeling in her stomach since she’d picked up the lingerie. The steadily growing want the closer they had gotten to their destination and this moment.

Sylus hummed lowly. “You’re mine tonight, Calliope,” he said, his voice wrapping around her. “That’s my present.”

She didn’t need him to elaborate to know what he meant. Swallowing, she nodded and pushed out, “Yes.”

He inhaled slowly, his hand slipping back to the first leg and curling around her thigh. “You know how to stop this,” he said quietly. “Say it.”

God, if she could barely breathe now, how was she going to last the night? He’d make sure she would but she was going to be an absolute mess by the time he was done with her. “Crow.”

A single nod from him before he tugged her forward a little bit more. “You are mine,” he repeated, his voice deeper as a possessive edge laced it.

“I’m yours.”

His fingers spread against the back of her thigh and one brushed against her ass, making her shiver. “Oh, I know, kitten, and I’m going to enjoy you tonight.”

Exhaling shakily, Calli watched him as he lazily looked her over again. One hand lifted to stroke over the gemstones of her necklace, the rough pad of his finger grazing her skin, and he hooked one finger under the choker. He gave it a tug to have her bending toward him.

He smiled again. “This looks good on you,” he purred. “Better than I expected.”

“Thank you.”

“I should have you wear it whenever we’re together,” he mused, rubbing his finger against her throat. “So everyone remembers who you belong to.”

There wasn’t a single person that saw them in the N109 that didn’t know they were together. A piece like this was more to flaunt that she was his. The thought of wearing this where people other than him could see it both terrified and excited her.

His finger came to rest at the base of her throat and pushed gently. “But I know my kitten and you wouldn’t actually like that much. Maybe I should get another one,” Sylus continued, sounding more like he was talking to himself. “Less than this so that you’ll wear it every day. Something you won’t ever take off.”

Could he feel her heart pounding? At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.

“Would you prefer that?” His gaze flicked up to her face. “Would you like me to get you something that shows you’re mine no matter where you are?”

God, he wanted her to speak? When the hand on her thigh dug in at her silence, she swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

“Liar.”

“I would,” she protested weakly. “Wearing this....”

“Is what, kitten? Finish your sentence.”

“It’s too much,” Calli said, fighting to keep herself from whining. She didn’t think she succeeded. “Where am I ever supposed to wear this?”

“Wherever I tell you to.”

She pressed her lips together and stared at him.

Sylus smiled at her. “You already know I don’t skimp on anything,” he said mildly. “Why would you think I’d do that here? You should be used to it by now.”

She wasn’t. She didn’t even want to think about how much this necklace cost and he wanted to buy her another as if it wasn’t anything. “I’m not,” she said softly, honestly.

“What good is money if you’re not spending it?” he asked her, pulling her a little closer so her legs were pressing to the seat of his chair. “What good is my money if I’m not spending it on you?”

Staring helplessly at him, Calli didn’t say anything.

A hint of displeasure, there and gone across his face. “You’re not allowed to refuse when I give it to you.”

She had to bite her cheek to keep from refusing right now. The look on his face told her he knew she exactly what she was doing.

“You said you wanted it not even five minutes ago, kitten. Were you really lying?”

Her lower lip trembled for a moment before she took a deep breath. “Please make it something I can wear every day,” she said softly. “I’ll never take it off.”

Sylus leaned back from her, his hands sliding away as he considered her. “Never is a long time.”

But it was what he wanted so it was the right answer. She didn’t let him mark her anywhere that she couldn’t hide at work and he didn’t like that. But this? If he gave her something like this, she would always have his mark on her.

He exhaled again and tapped his fingers against the chair. “I’ll figure it out and we’ll see how long you keep it on.”

A thread of annoyance filled her at the thought that he doubted her and she lifted her chin slightly, staring back at him.

He merely smiled in response. “Are you wet yet, kitten?” he purred, making her head spin as he changed the subject. “Or have you been distracted?”

They’d certainly gone in a direction she hadn’t expected but.... A small shift on her feet, rubbing her thighs together. Her panties were definitely damp between them. “A little.”

“Wet or distracted? Use your words.”

“Both,” she admitted.

He reached out again, pushing his hands between her thighs. His palm cupped the whole of her sex before she could even think of parting them for him and he slowly pulled it back, fingers pressing against the damp material. “Only a little,” he agreed. “We should fix that. Show me where you want me to touch you.”

She knew better than to reach between her legs immediately. That wasn’t how this game went. Reaching up, she let her fingers trail along her jaw before slipping down her neck back to where he had already touched her. She traced over the necklace, feeling the smooth surfaces of the rubies and diamonds and shivering slightly. Her touch moved to follow the outline of the necklace where it rested on her chest, slowly moving toward her breasts.

His eyes followed every touch but he made absolutely no move to put his hands back on her. He wouldn’t until he was satisfied that she had shown him everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. But she could see the arousal growing in his eyes as he watched, the hunger burning in him. It was what always gave her the courage to do this for him.

Calli sighed softly as she stroked over her breasts. Even through the fabric of her baby doll, it felt good. She didn’t cup herself immediately, trailing her fingers around her nipples in slowly shrinking circles and feeling them tighten under the touch. It would have felt so much better if she didn’t have the fabric covering them but she wasn’t the one that was allowed to take it off of her. He was the one that was going to do the unwrapping and she had to keep it all on until he wanted it off.

Her back arched as she pinched her nipples lightly, a moan leaving her. She increased the pressure as she heard an approving purr leave him, rolling them between her fingers and tugging gently. It was a poor imitation of what he did with his fingers but it was the best she could do now. Her hands shifted to cup as much of her breast as she could, trapping her nipple between thumb and forefinger to continue teasing them even as she kneaded at plump flesh.

She let her head fall back and her eyes slip shut. Her hands weren’t big enough to hold all of her and she ached for the large press of his hands. His were big enough, made to curl around her and claim what was his. She wanted him to hold her, to play with her, to tease her. His palms were rough and rasped deliciously against her skin, giving her a friction she craved whenever he put his hands on her.

Rubbing her thighs together as she continued to play with her breasts, she could feel arousal dripping from her again. It was slowly building, a combination of her teasing and his watching. It would go faster if he was the one doing this but she didn’t want to ask for that yet.

He had said slowly and it wasn’t aimed solely at her.

Sighing again, she gave her breasts one last squeeze before her hands slipped down her belly. The baby doll was parted enough that she could touch skin here as she followed the hemline, stroking back and forth to make herself shiver. Even with the plush softness of her belly, his hands would still cover so much of her when he grabbed her here. He didn’t shy away from any part of her body, lavishing love and attention on all of her. If anything, he took his time with her soft bits, biting into them, sucking marks on them, digging his fingers in to bruise. More to mark, he had purred the first time she’d tried to shy away from that attention, more to love, more for him.

He made her feel so damn beautiful and desirable every time she was with him. It wasn’t only when they had sex. The way he looked at her....

Calli bit her lip as she slid the tips of her fingers under her panties. She didn’t push them lower and just followed the waistband of them, gently stroking her skin. When she reached her hips, she didn’t even pause before she started back in.

“Slowly.”

She jerked at his deep voice, not expecting him to speak suddenly. Lowering her head enough to look at him, she saw he was focused on where her hands were. She hadn’t even moved them lower but he must have known she wanted more. Her eyes stayed on his face as she licked her lips and let one hand push a little further under the fabric. The other stayed where it was, her thumb slowly swiping back and forth against the curve of her belly.

Shifting her legs apart just enough to get her hand lower, a trembling sigh left her as she dipped a finger between her folds to rub at her clit. Slow circles around it, just brushing over it, the slow tease she liked to do when they were apart and she was thinking about him. When she tried to mimic how he would slowly play with her when they had the time for him to tease her up and hold her on the edge of climax.

“Fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip as she pressed her finger fully to her clit.

“Show me,” Sylus growled.

She slipped her other hand out of her panties and reached further down to pull them aside. A small step to spread her legs wider and let him see what she was doing. Small, insistent circles on her clit that had her thighs quivering with pleasure as she thought about him doing it instead. Of how he could sink his fingers into her and keep that pressure on her clit with his thumb. How he would hold her neck to make her look at him while he made her come on his fingers. How he wouldn’t let her look away or close her eyes as pleasure swamped her.

She whimpered and let her fingers slide down to tease her entrance but it wasn’t the same. Her fingers weren’t big enough to give her the stretch that made her burn. All she could do was swipe them through slick folds and bring them back to her clit to rub it a little harder.

Calli cried out wordlessly when he gripped her wrist suddenly and pulled her away. “Please!” she begged, staring at him.

“Not yet,” he said firmly, slipping her hand out of her panties before pushing away the other one.

Before she could pout at him and try to change his mind, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down. She flushed at the low rumble of approval that left him as he watched the fabric pull away from her pussy and wondered how much of her arousal was clinging to them. She bit her lip when he moved one hand to slide through her folds, dipping the tips of two fingers just inside her before pulling away.

Her breath caught as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on one finger. The other hand reached up to hook into her necklace again and gave her a small tug. She didn’t resist, leaning into him and parting her lips as he pressed his damp finger to them. “Suck,” he told her lowly.

Closing around him, she did as she was told, lapping at him to lick away her juices. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, feeling him press on her tongue as he pushed his finger deeper. She didn’t stop as he slowly drew it back and out of her mouth with a wet pop.

He hummed and murmured, “Take them off.”

Her fingers were shaking as she finished pushing them down her legs to pool at her feet. She saw his eyes drop again, hungrily looking at what she had just bared to him. His tongue swiped across his lips and a deep growl spilled out of him.

“Come here,” he said shortly, holding out his hands to her.

Taking them, she stepped out of her panties, too turned on to think about anything as his gaze stayed focused on the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. She forced her fingers to open and let go of him when she was done but she gasped when he caught her hands again to hold on.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered and wondered if either one of them believed that. She did her best but sometimes she wasn’t good at all.

Sylus smiled at her and pulled her forward sharply.

Gasping again as she fell into his lap, she nearly crashed into him as he didn’t let go before his Evol curled around her. He eased her into position, straddling his lap but keeping her from settling in it. Her head fell back on a moan as his Evol slid between her legs, rubbing against her slick sex.

“Look at me.”

She wanted to whine, to beg him to let her enjoy this, but it was his present. Tucking her chin down to her chest, she met his gaze as trembles ran through her. He was prodding gently at her now, a portion of the mist solidified to ease just inside her before pulling out. Slowly repeating, barely penetrating, just stretching her. She panted softly, fighting the urge to push her hips down to try to take more of it.

A lazy smile curled his mouth as he relaxed back in the chair and let his gaze fall down to her heaving chest. She was testing the limits of that poor ribbon as she tried to breathe and god only knew what kind of show she was putting on for him. His lips twitched up further and she bit into her lip as two more wisps slid inside the baby doll to tease her nipples.

They curled and twisted, not quite enough to hurt, but she wanted to sob from the pleasure he was giving her. He still wasn’t sinking any deeper inside her, seemed content to merely stretch her entrance in a tease of what she was going to get. If she behaved.

She mewled brokenly as a new wisp slid against her clit, her hips bucking forward. Her eyes squeezed shut as a thicker coil wrapped around her middle to jerk her back and hold her in place. “I’m sorry,” she pushed out. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he purred, “but you still did it.”

She expected it as soon as he let go of her hand but Calli still made a strangled sound as his hand cracked against her ass. The only thing that kept her still was his Evol wrapped around her. Her thighs quivered as the rest of his Evol stilled against her, teasing her with what she had had by resting against her skin but not moving. A whimper as he smacked her again, the harsh sound filling the room and her ears. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze as the third landed on sensitive skin.

Quivering on his lap, she didn’t move even as she felt the pressure around her waist dissipate and waited for him. His hand was still on her ass, pressing against the spot he had smacked. She swallowed as he squeezed, his fingers digging into her. Inhaling sharply as his Evol rubbed against her again, she kept as still as she could when it pressed between her legs. She wasn’t a fool, she could tell that he’d enlarged it, stretching her further. Still not as much as his cock would once he gave it to her, but enough she could tell.

Her fingers tightened on his hand as he kept it just inside her, no longer easing it in and out. He kept it there while the wisps began rubbing over her again, including the one between her legs. She clenched her teeth, willing herself not to move as pleasure started to fill her again. He was back to watching her, leaned back in the chair and fingers slowly kneading at her ass.

Calli swallowed hard and let him play with her. This was his present after all and she wasn’t going to spoil it for him. But it took all of her willpower to keep herself from moving. She knew how good it would feel to rock against his Evol, to move it against her, inside her, but she really wasn’t looking to be spanked again. It was likely to happen again before the night was over but not so soon. God, she wanted to move though! She was already close and it would feel so good to come around his Evol.

Biting her lip, she tried to breathe as she trembled on top of him. He was still just watching her, his thumb moving slowly back and forth against her but that was the extent of it. He wouldn’t give her anymore than he already was.

Scarlet eyes held her captive as she fought not to orgasm. But it was getting harder and harder. The wisps were a constant pressure against her now, twisting and tugging on her nipples while the one on her clit was firmly rubbing circles. The thickness between her legs had her clenching around it, wanting his cock to stretch and fill her out instead. All of it was pushing her to a climax she wasn’t supposed to give in to yet.

The anticipation was going to kill her. She wanted him to touch her so damn bad. She knew how to tease herself, knew what she liked, and could make herself come easily enough. She knew how to tease her body to keep herself on edge while he watched her writhe. But knowing that this teasing was going to end with him touching her, him taking her? She wanted that more than anything else.

Long fingers curled under her chin and lifted her up. She hadn’t even realized she’d dropped it. “Look at me, kitten,” Sylus said. “You’re doing so good. Don’t ruin it now.”

She whimpered as he pushed deeper into her. “Sylus,” she whined.

He smiled at her, a sharpness to it but she could see how pleased he was. “Use your words.”

“Please let me come,” she whispered. “Please. Please I want to come.”

He considered her as she quivered on his lap. She did her best not to look pathetic but she wanted to come. A small noise spilled out of her as the hand on her ass moved, trailing around her thigh until he could slide it between her legs. It became a shrill shriek as he pushed the Evol deeper inside her and she had to fight against every instinct she had to push back. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she clung to him, panting desperately.

She felt a tear track down her cheek as he watched her, biting down on her lip in an effort to keep some semblance of control.

Sylus gripped her chin harder and reached his thumb up to pull her lip out from between her teeth. He pulled it down gently before purring, “Give it to me.”

Her moan filled her ears, echoing in the room, as she clenched down on his Evol. He was moving it now, barely, but it was enough. Her breath hitched as a shudder ran through her and she clung to his shoulders with both hands. He hadn’t let her go so she couldn’t throw her head back but her back arched as she cried out in pleasure. It ripped through her with force and left her shaking in his lap.

Whimpers tumbled out of her as he didn’t let up. His Evol was still caressing her, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could and then some.

A gasp left her when the Evol buried in her suddenly disappeared, her clenching muscles left holding nothing and she whined at the sudden loss. “Sylus,” she murmured, “please. Give it back. Let me have it. Please. I-” She snapped her mouth shut when his Evol wrapped around her waist again but hauled her down this time. His cock easily slid inside her, even as she squeezed around him.

Sylus smiled at her as she stared, little mewls leaving her. “Give it back?” he repeated teasingly. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Calli shook her head quickly. “No,” she pushed out, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t think so.” His voice had dropped into a purr this time.

It was hard to breathe. Her body was still humming from the orgasm, his Evol gently stroking her breasts, but all she could think about was how full she felt. Even with him fucking his Evol into her, it wasn’t his cock. He’d bottomed out in her on that single pull downward, filling her completely. She let her head loll back on a quiet exhale, enjoying him. Enjoying the way he stretched her out.

When the Evol eased up around her, she shifted on her knees to find a better position over her but she stopped as he gripped her thighs.

“Stay,” he said firmly, “and do not come until I tell you.”

Breathing heavily, Calli nodded, unable to find her voice. This was no different from any other time she had cock warmed him. She couldn’t let it be different. It didn’t matter that she was squeezing him in the aftermath of her orgasm. She couldn’t let it matter.

“Kiss me.”

She leaned into him, shivering as he shifted inside her, and pressed her lips to his. It was slow and deep as he let her lead for now. She twined her tongue around his, slipping her fingers into his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. His low rumble of pleasure made her sigh happily and she slowly leaned back from him. “Love you,” she mumbled.

His gaze softened slightly and he rubbed over her lower lip again. “Sit still,” he warned her.

Calli nodded again, purring softly as he gave her a kiss.

“Lean back,” he told her.

Slowly unwinding her fingers from his hair, she carefully moved, acutely aware of how he shifted inside her. She reached back to plant her hands on his thighs and let out a long breath. God, she felt so fucking full.

The hand on her chin shifted down to trail along her neck. He stroked her necklace again but barely lingered on it. It wasn’t until he cupped her through her baby doll that she realized he’d removed the Evol wisps teasing her. But the warmth of his hands through the fabric was far more welcome. Would be even better if he ripped the clothes off of her.

A shiver wound down her spine before she froze as he squeezed her gently.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he said lowly, tweaking her nipples.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Watch me.”

She tucked her chin down so she could see his hands. A breath tumbled out of her at how large they were. It was hardly a new revelation, but seeing his fingers stretched out to cover her, to cup and knead at soft flesh, to see the way she still spilled over him. Not coming was going to be so much harder now that he was touching her.

“So eager,” he chided gently, giving her another squeeze. “So fucking needy.”

A whine caught in her throat. She was this way because of him. He was her only lover and every response she ever gave was because of him.

His smile was sharp again as he watched her quiver on top of him. He cupped her breasts fully, running his thumbs slowly over her nipples. The friction from the fabric made her want to crawl out of her skin after the easy glide of his Evol against her. She swallowed hard as he pinched them between thumb and forefinger, tugging on them.

“You look good like this,” he continued, one hand trailing down her belly and smoothing over her. “All wrapped up and needy for my cock.”

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying not to react to those words, before opening her eyes again.

“So fucking beautiful,” he purred, pressing on her belly a little. “So fucking good at taking my cock.”

“Sylus,” Calli mewled, flushing at the praise.

“I can feel you trying not to come. Felt you squeezing while you came and gripping my cock like a good girl.” He paused for a moment, exhaling slowly as she squeezed him in response. “You like being full and dripping onto me? Making a mess of me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” he promised.

God, she fucking hoped so. His hand had come back up to cup her breast and he was switching between firm kneads and playful tugs at her nipples. The muscles in her stomach were jumping with every touch as she struggled to stay still. Her arms were trembling slightly and her fingers were digging into his thighs. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

She gasped sharply when he leaned forward, clenching around him as he moved inside her. Her eyes widened as she saw him catch the silk ribbon between his teeth, her breath hitching. She watched as he smirked up at her before he leaned back, pulling the bow loose as he went. Her body shook as the baby doll parted fully and his hands pressed to her belly again.

Sylus let the ribbon slide from his mouth even as he slowly stroked up her body. He wrapped his hands around her waist, purring at the soft give of her body and making her flush more. “So soft,” he praised, rubbing his thumbs against her ribs. “You were made to take me, baby, weren’t you?”

Weakly nodding, she licked dry lips and made a soft, positive noise. Her voice was gone as she watched the desire on his face deepen as he openly stared at her. The adoration was still so overwhelming that she would have tried to hide from it if she could. But he never let her.

“Sitting so pretty,” he continued, sliding his hands up further so his thumbs were under the heavy curve of her breasts. “Giving me my present.”

She was panting softly, waiting for him to touch her again.

Crimson eyes flicked up to her face and his smile deepened. “Look at you,” he breathed. “One orgasm and a little cock warming and you’re already falling apart? How are you going to last the night?”

She really didn’t know. She knew that she had agreed to this, come up with the idea, but she was already on edge and he had only gotten started with her.

He tutted gently at her before covering her breasts with his hands.

She moaned but it still sounded like a whine. “Please,” she begged when he didn’t do more than hold her. “Please, Sylus.”

“What, sweetie? What do you need?”

Him. God, she needed him. “Please touch me.”

“I am. Can’t you feel me?”

Whimpering, she kept herself from pushing into his touch. “More,” she begged. “Please. Can I have more?”

His smile deepened and she cried out as he leaned back into her, resting his chin on her chest for a moment. “More?” he echoed, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of her breast.

“Your mouth,” she pleaded, trembling as his breath washed over her. “Bite me, mark me, use me. Please, I’m yours.”

A low noise rumbled out of him and she screamed as his teeth dug into the soft flesh of her breast. He squeezed her in his hands, holding her still for him. She was panting again as he lifted his mouth from her but his lips moved against her as he said, “Don’t regret saying that, sweetie.”

She wouldn’t. It was his present. She was his present. And she trusted him.

He pressed sharp kisses across the top of her breast, his teeth scraping against her as he continued to nip at her but nothing as hard as the first one. He paused once to suck a red mark that she absolutely wouldn’t be able to hide. He continued his path around her and cupped her to lift her nipple to his mouth.

Calli couldn’t help how she clenched around him when his gaze met hers, his lips a breath away from her pebbled nipple. The pink bud looked almost sinful against his mouth, waiting for him to take it. She saw his brows draw together slightly as she didn’t stop squeezing him but she couldn’t stop. It wasn’t technically moving and he hadn’t told her she couldn’t.

His eyes narrowed at her before his tongue slipped out to swirl around her, ending with a flick. She shivered and bit down on her lip, watching him and fighting the urge to arch her back and push herself into his mouth. He licked her again, the flat of his tongue dragging over her in a slow pass that had her holding her breath.

If he kept up this pace, she was going to pass out.

A faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes to show his amusement before he was closing around her, pulling her into his mouth to suck She mewled softly, wanting nothing more than to bury her hands in his hair and keep him to her. But she clutched at his pants and held on as he kept her in his mouth, rolling her on his tongue. Her breaths came harder as he closed his teeth around her nipple and held her in place while he flicked his tongue against her.

All while he kept his eyes on her face, watching every single reaction she gave him.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, pleasure coiling in her belly. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the thick fullness of him inside her. Every flick of his tongue made her want to push her hips down. Every suck made her want to grind against him, rub her clit against him until she came. She wanted to squeeze him until he came inside her, painting her with his cum before he fucked it back into her.

“Fuck,” she whined, her thighs trembling as she got ahead of herself again.

A wet pop filled her ears as he pulled away from her breast and turned to rub his face against the other. “Don’t,” he warned her, his voice low.

She was trying! She was trying so damn hard!

His teeth grazed over her other nipple and she screamed as he closed his mouth around her areola and bit down.

But that small flash of pain was enough to push her over.

Calli whined as her orgasm ripped through her. Or maybe it was Sylus sharply leaning back from her, dropping his hands as he watched her come on him. She could feel the weight of his gaze but she couldn’t stop it now. Shuddering, she pressed her lips together to try to keep her noises to a minimum. She could feel how she was squeezing him and she wished he would move, give her a little of the friction she wanted.

Taking a shivering breath as the pleasure subsided, she didn’t look at him immediately, staring at his chest. The silence was weighing on her but she wasn’t going to break it first. Couldn’t. Her cheeks were still flushed but it wasn’t just the pleasure that was colouring them now.

“I told you not to come.”

She bit her lip at how low his voice was.

“And you did.”

It was impossible not to make a small noise and she still didn’t look at him. “I did,” she agreed, her voice soft.

“Get down.”

Her legs were shaking as she moved to push herself off him and she was quick to sink to her knees in front of him. Although, she might have collapsed. She wasn’t sure.

“Look at me.”

Another breath for courage and she lifted her eyes to meet his. She didn’t let herself linger on his cock, slick from her cunt, and she didn’t let herself lick her lips. Her hands stayed in her lap but she pressed them against her thighs to keep them from trembling as she looked into his eyes.

His expression was bored but his eyes were hot. Arousal, certainly, but something else. She’d crossed a line he had put down and now she would need to make it up to him. However he wanted. “Open your mouth.”

Oh. She didn’t squirm even though a rush of arousal ripped through her as she knew what was coming. Letting her jaw drop, she didn’t look away from him and waited.

Sylus stared down at her, propping one arm against the chair and resting his chin against his fist. Beyond being a little rumpled from her hands, he didn’t look like she’d just been sitting on his cock. Well, except for his erection being completely free of his pants.

She kept as still as she could but she could feel her arousal dripping out of her. He might not have come yet, but there was a sticky mess between her thighs already. She tried to quiet her breathing, very aware of how she was nearly completely naked in front of him. The sides of the baby doll were hanging off her shoulders, leaving her essentially bare.

“Clean it,” he said lowly.

She shivered before lifting up on her knees. Shuffling closer to him, she didn’t touch him. Bracing her hands against the floor, she leaned over his lap and ran her tongue along the length of him. She could taste herself on him and she hummed softly. Trailing her tongue up to the tip, she swirled it around him and pulled back to swallow the precum she had lapped up.

Exhaling slowly, she opened her mouth again before closing her lips around his head and sucking gently. She curled her tongue around him, licking away every trace of her orgasm she had left on him. Then she slid further down him and did it again and again until he bumped into the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment before sliding back up him.

She pulled off with a hum and leaned in to run her tongue along him again. She froze when his hand slid into her hair and tipped her up to look at him again. She kept her mouth open, her tongue still extended, and waited. A noise left her as his hand slipped down to cup her cheek.

“You’re not done yet,” Sylus told her, turning her back to his cock.

There was no resistance in her as she took him back into her mouth but she moaned faintly as he guided her down him. He rubbed her cheek for a moment before his hand moved back into her hair. She wasn’t surprised at all when he pushed on her, making her take more of him into her mouth. She barely managed to get a quick breath in before he hit the back of her throat.

He held her there for a moment and let her pull back just a little. But it was a small reprieve before he was pushing on her again.

Calli squeezed her eyes shut as he slid into her throat, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She swallowed around him and heard him hiss above her. He pressed a little deeper before he was pulling back. She swallowed again as he slipped out of her mouth, coughing slightly and licking her lips. She barely got her mouth open again before he was tapping against her lips.

Flattening her tongue under him, she took him into her throat this time without prompting and held him there for as long as she could. She didn’t let him fully leave her mouth this time, hollowing her cheeks to suck on his head. He groaned as she swirled her tongue around him before bobbing along him quickly. She could feel saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled away to lick at the thick tip but she didn’t move to wipe it away.

Sylus made a low noise as she pressed open mouthed kisses down the length of him. She shifted on her knees when it became a broken moan when she sucked his balls into her mouth. His fingers dug into her hair and his nails scraped against her. She thought he moaned her name as she sucked on him, running her tongue over them slowly but she couldn’t hear him over her own humming.

Flicking a look up at him, pleasure washed through Calli. His head was thrown back against the chair, a flush across the tops of his cheeks and his mouth open as he breathed heavily. She did this to him. She brought him this pleasure. Letting him go with a wet pop, she huskily whispered, “Use me.”

His fingers twitched against her head and he tipped his chin down to look at her through narrowed eyes.

Running her tongue back up his cock, she sucked on the tip before taking more of him. She moved to take as much as she could without pushing him into her throat and held him there, just at the edge. But she protested faintly when he pulled her away from him and pushed her back onto her heels. “Sylus?” she mumbled.

He pushed out of the chair and lifted her up onto her knees. “Use you?” he repeated, holding her so her mouth was on level with his erection. “That’s what you want?”

She blinked up at him, not sure how to answer that. She wanted whatever he wanted today. She wanted him to feel good. She wanted him to feel good because of her.

“Open,” he said, taking himself in hand and tapping the head against her lips.

Parting her lips, she stuck out her tongue again and hummed as he smacked his cock against her. He eased it inside her month, sliding along her tongue, before he pulled back.

“Keep it open,” he warned her.

Calli nodded.

“You know what to do if it’s too much.”

Her hands came up to his thighs, resting against them before she tapped one of them twice.

“Good girl.”

She kept her eyes on his face as he pushed back into her mouth, his hips rolling slowly but steadily. She made a soft sound and didn’t miss the shudder he failed to hide. Her lips curved upward slightly but she didn’t let herself do anything else yet.

His eyes narrowed at her. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked lowly.

She hummed again, closing her lips around him to suck on him as he slid out of her mouth. She gripped his pants when he pushed in a little faster, bumping into the back of her throat again. Swallowing reflexively, she kept her tongue flat against him and tried to pull in a breath before he could do it again. If this was what he wanted, he was going to make a mess of her fast.

He hummed in response, his thrusts not slowing as he fucked into her mouth. But he didn’t push further into her throat, he kept his thrusts relatively short and didn’t give her everything. He would but he was making her wait for it.

She squeezed him when his free hand pulled one of hers away from his leg, threading their fingers together. It was an oddly sweet gesture to go along with such a lewd act but she held on as he slowly rubbed circles on the back of her hand. He was still staring down at her, the hard edge to his gaze shifting further into arousal the longer he did this.

She wasn’t surprised when his hips moved faster, fucking himself further into her mouth and pushing into her throat. She swallowed around him when he lingered, enjoying the sharp sounds he made each time she did.

“Is that what you want? Is that why you wanted me to use you?” he asked, panting softly. “You wanted me to shove my cock down your throat?”

Calli whined as he did that, pushing nearly the whole of his length into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he didn’t move, the hand at the back of her head keeping her there as long as he wanted, before he pulled out of her completely. She sucked in a breath as quick as she could, coughing a little, and dropping her gaze for only a moment to see the threads of saliva between her mouth and his cock. Her eyes snapped back up when he squeezed her hand and it was the only warning she got before he was fucking himself back in.

She dug her fingers into his thigh and knew her short nails were marking the back of his hand. It was all she could do to hold on as whatever restraint he had was gone. Quick, messy thrusts without fully pulling out of her mouth before pressing into her throat to hold himself there and force her to swallow around him. Again and again. A pattern she quickly got used to and had heat pooling between her legs.

This wasn’t as hard as he could fuck her and, while she appreciated him sparing her throat that, her pussy ached at the thought of how hard he was going to use her later.

No more lewd teasing from him as he swore sharply under his breath, his own grip on her enough to bruise. He didn’t move her head, instead holding her still and steady as he took her. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

She knew her make up was running as tears tracked down her cheeks but she didn’t care. She’d known what she was walking into, known he was going to ruin her well before the night was over. But she didn’t want him to stop. She’d come twice already and she’d told him to use her. She wanted him to come.

The flush darkening his cheeks told her he was close. Would he be stubborn and try to hold out to prove that he could when she couldn’t? Or would he give in after being squeezed by both her cunt and her throat?

Her eyes closed for a moment at the flash of pleasure that filled her at that thought.

“Open,” Sylus growled.

More tears spilled over as she blinked her eyes open and looked up at him as best she could with how he was fucking into her mouth. He was almost never this rough with her and it was lighting her up inside. He was only like this when she agreed to it but this was beyond the usual. Was it because she had given herself as a present? Or because she’d told him to use her?

She heard the telltale hitch in his breathing, the tension rolling off of him, but she still made a noise when he pushed as deep as he could and stopped.

“Swallow it,” he ordered.

She didn’t really have a choice as he held himself in her throat but she felt his thighs tensing under her hand as she swallowed around him before he even started coming. His hand tightened in her hair and around hers, a low moan spilling out of him. His cock jerked against her and she swallowed as he came in her throat. She could feel more tears tracking down her cheeks as he didn’t pull out of her immediately, clearly enjoying himself as he kept coming and forcing her to keep swallowing.

She coughed roughly as he pulled out, slowly dragging his cock over her tongue. She flicked it against him as he slipped out of her mouth, trying to catch the last of his cum clinging to him and swallowing again. Sucking in a sharp breath, she winced at how raw her throat felt and tried to keep herself from collapsing against him. She curled her fingers into his pants and clung to him like a lifeline while her body shook. His hands were still tight on her and she stared up at him, watching as his chest heaved as well.

He recovered first, looking down at her as she sank back on her heels. He let go of her to cup her face with both hands, leaning down to her while he stroked her cheekbones. “Are you alright?” he asked, his eyes moving over her face.

She nodded, still panting. Turning into his palm, she nuzzled against him, just wanting to catch her breath for a moment. “Yes,” she whispered after a moment, wincing as even the one word hurt her throat.

Whining as his hands left her face, it stopped abruptly as his arms wound around her and he lifted her off the floor. Her shoes clattered to the floor and she barely had time to grab onto him before he was laying her on the bed. She stared up at him as he moved back from her, trying not to whine again. But he didn’t go far and started pulling off his clothes.

Calli gripped the blanket as he hauled his sweater over his head, pressing her thighs together as his body came into view. Maybe she could convince him later to let her touch him, to let her play a little. Maybe not tonight but they were here for a while so maybe another night. She licked her lips as he roughly shoved his pants down his legs, not missing the way he was still hard. His stamina was likely to be the death of her.

But her gaze lingered on his cock, not missing how slick it was with both her saliva and his cum. She wanted him again.

“Greedy,” Sylus breathed, stretching out beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her flat on her back. His touch moved to gently stroke her throat, running back and forth over where he’d just been. “Give yourself a rest.”

They weren’t here to rest though. His cock was pressing against her thigh, twitching slightly, and she knew he was far from done. “But you....”

His eyes narrowed at how raspy her voice was but she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or upset. “I’ll get what I want,” he assured her, leaning over to kiss her slowly. “So you just lay there and rest.”

That seemed like the complete opposite of what he wanted. But she didn’t say anything as he pressed kisses to the corner of her mouth and along her jaw. Soft encouraging noises left her as he kissed under her ear, his tongue laving at sensitive skin. She melted back into the blankets as he continued to gently kiss her, his hand moving along her chest to cup her breast again.

Sighing, she closed her eyes to just feel him as he made his way along her body. His lips followed the same path as his hands, working their way down to her breasts again. Squirming a little as he only gave her featherlight kisses, she did arch her back this time, offering herself. He pushed her back down, a quiet chuckle washing over her skin.

“I told you to rest,” he chided gently. “You’re not being very good at following directions today.”

Her mouth flattened and she exhaled shortly through her nose. Yes, she wanted to catch her breath but that didn’t mean he had to shift gears this hard. He knew she wasn’t going to break if he-A trembling moan left her as he took a nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it before letting it go with a wet noise.

“Let me enjoy my present how I want to,” Sylus told her.

She peeked her eyes open and found him looking up at her, mouth hovering over her breast. His hand was full of the other, slowly kneading at her. Closing her eyes again, she made herself relax into the bed. He was right. Just because she’d had expectations for what he would do didn’t mean he was going to do them. It was his present and she- “Sylus,” she moaned as he took her in his mouth again.

Her fingers twitched against the blankets at the long, slow sucks he gave her, swirling his tongue around her nipple with low hums of pleasure. She shivered as he nipped at her, not nearly as hard as before, but enough to make her heart race. His teeth scraped against the soft skin on the underside of her breast and he lingered long enough to work a mark into her.

Could he feel how hard her heart was pounding as he kissed his way over to the other breast to give it the same attention? He must have because her pulse was roaring in her ears while his hand smoothed over her belly again. She moaned as he latched onto her nipple, sucking and licking a little harder than before. But her attention was torn as his hand swept over her belly, stroking out to her hip to squeeze it before coming back in to press on her.

She bit her lip as his hand slid down further and shifted her thighs just apart. Her face heated when he chuckled against her breast, sucking a mark onto the top of it.

“You want another?” he teased, kissing the mark and over her breast. “You want me to make you come again?”

Maybe. Yes. But that was being greedy when she was the present. God, she really was bad at this. “If you want to,” she whispered.

His lips curved into a smile she could feel against her breast. “If I want to?” he echoed, his fingers stroking just below her navel. He hummed against her before taking her nipple back into his mouth and returned to slowly sucking on it. Long, lazy pulls again that reminded her he had all night to enjoy her how he wanted. His hand stayed right were it was, stroking back and forth.

Calli clutched at the blanket again, wishing that it was him under her hands. She wanted to feel the muscles in his back bunch as he teased her, to feel the tension in him and know that he was as on edge as she was. He was so much better at hiding it than she was, but his body always told her exactly what she wanted to know. But she kept them on the blankets because he hadn’t told her she could touch him yet. She wasn’t sure he was going to.

She shivered when he pulled away from her nipple and blew gently on it. He hummed softly before he shifted so he could kiss along her belly but it quickly shifted into bites hard enough to leave marks and more sucking. She was going to be absolutely covered by the time he was done with her which was likely what he wanted.

A startled moan left her when his hand slid down between her thighs to cup her again, his fingers rubbing slowly against her. It was all she could do to keep from closing her legs on him again.

“When do I not want to?” he purred against her skin.

He was still kissing and marking her belly, taking his time as he let his fingers slide back and forth against her slick folds. She knew he wanted her to relax but she was the furthest thing from it as he played with her. Her thighs fell open a little more, a silent plea for more.

Sylus kissed her hip and scraped his teeth against her. “You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice low as he pushed one finger between her folds to slowly rub against her entrance. “You liked me using you like that?”

It wasn’t something she thought she could handle all the time, especially not with him being rougher than usual, but.... “Yes,” she whispered.

A soft, thoughtful sound from him as his finger teased around her entrance. He kissed along her thigh, feather soft this time. He made his way down to her knee and rubbed his cheek against her before he let it rest on her. She didn’t need to look to know he was watching his fingers moving through her sex. The weight of his gaze was pressing into her but she didn’t open her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making her flush further.

Her eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers parted her, letting him see just how desperate she was to be filled again. God, she wanted him inside her again. Evol, fingers, cock, she didn’t care. She just wanted him in her.

Sylus kissed along the inside of her thigh, leaving marks this time. He spread her legs further as he settled between them and gripped both of her thighs to keep her open. “And all fucking mine,” he growled, his breath washing over her and making her cry out.

Wet kisses to her labia, sucking and pulling on her enough to make her squirm. His fingers dug into the plush of her thighs as he felt her push to try to close them, keeping her wide open for him as he continued to take his time with her. She whimpered as he kept her exactly where he wanted her, her strength no match for his any day of the week. If he wanted her legs open, they were going to stay open.

She squirmed as his hair tickled her thighs but froze when he turned his head to bite into her leg. “I can’t help it,” she whined.

His tongue flicked against her skin, slowly tracing a line back to her sex. He didn’t say anything and his hands slid down her legs until he could use his thumbs to part her again. “Keep them open,” he said against her, making her shudder, “or I will.”

She didn’t need him to finish that threat. If he did it, he’d use his Evol and she wouldn’t get out of it for the rest of the night. Forcing her fingers open, she felt them shake as she reached down to hook them under her knees. Stars burst behind her lids as he purred into her as she pulled them back a little and kept them spread. God, if she came again before he even really touched her, she’d be so embarrassed. It didn’t matter that she felt sensitive enough to do it, that was a little too easy.

Her inner muscles clenched as he pressed a kiss to her clit, flicking his tongue across it. “Fuck,” she whispered, shaking.

“Soon,” he promised her. “But I need you relaxed.”

She was anything but that! She felt like a live wire waiting to explode. Relaxing was the last thing on her mind. Her teeth sunk into her lip as he kissed down her folds, nudging his nose against her clit as his tongue circled her entrance. But it did nothing to stop the noises spilling out of her as he lapped at her arousal slowly, taking his time cleaning her. Even though he was going to make a bigger mess of her shortly.

Swallowing hard, she quivered as his tongue slipped inside of her, rubbing and licking at what he could reach. He didn’t linger before licking a stripe back up to her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. He gently lapped at the little bud before he closed his mouth around her. But when he didn’t suck immediately on her, she rocked her hips slightly.

It earned her a swat and had her stilling.

“Relax, sweetie,” Sylus murmured, brushing his lips against her. “Let me have you.”

Her eyes rolled slightly before she blew out a breath. A consummate tease. That was what he was. He could, and would, have his wicked way with her but he wanted to tease her into oblivion first, have her a limp mess that only wanted him to take her. Have her so desperate and ready for his cock and cum that she’d let him fuck her however he wanted.

She just had to survive getting there.

Her nails bit into her skin as he slid his finger inside her, sucking absently at her clit as he did. There was nothing absent about the way he pushed it in as far as he could and slowly drug it along her walls as he pulled it out. She let out a short breath as he did it again, arching her back and wishing she could push against him. But that would mean letting go of her legs and she didn’t want him to stop.

She moaned as he slipped a second finger inside her, turning his hand so he could push down on her, opening her up as he fucked them into her. Wet sounds filled her ears as her heart pounded with every push. He was still sucking so slowly at her and it made her want to scream. Her legs strained against her hold, wanting to push against him and fuck herself onto his fingers. She wanted to let go of her legs and grab his hair to hold him tight to her. She wanted him to fuck her into the mattress until she was screaming his name.

God, she really was so bad at this.

His chuckle made a breathless shriek spill out of her, almost like he knew what she was thinking. He always knew what she wanted and, even with his face buried between her legs, this was no different. She whined at him as he pulled away from her clit with a parting lick. “Sweetie,” he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to her thigh and chuckling again as it trembled. “You’re usually better than this.”

Was she? She felt like he got his hands on her and she turned into a needy wreck. Was everyone like this with their partner? Did everyone feel this kind of greed when it came to their lover? She had nothing to compare it to and didn’t want to. “Sorry,” she mumbled thickly, trying not to pant as he kept thrusting his fingers into her.

“You aren’t.” Another kiss, this one with a little teeth, before he lowered his head back to her clit and fastened his mouth over her.

She did scream as he hummed against her, his fingers curling to stroke her g-spot. She writhed against him, unable to stay completely still and her hold on her legs wavered. Before they could land on his shoulders, she felt his Evol curl around them and pull them back. Her hands scrambled to stay on them, gripping her knees, before she shuddered as more of his Evol curled around her breasts. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head.

He somehow shifted closer, fitting himself tight to her. His next suck was anything but slow or lazy and had her toes curling in the air. She yelled his name as he didn’t pull away and continued the deeper sucking, pushing his fingers into her in time with his sucks. He was doing it hard enough she felt her body moving but his Evol was keeping her in place, whispering over her skin in gentle caresses.

Whimpering, Calli tried to breathe. This was almost too much. She’d wanted more and he was giving it but she was still only human.

His purr against her as her walls fluttered around him made her twist in a desperate attempt to get away from him. His Evol tightened on her immediately, his hand curling around her body to press flat against her belly and pinning her in place. She cried out as his Evol curled around her nipples, plucking at them in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Her head spun as he pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm, broken noises tumbling out of her she couldn’t control anymore. She gasped for air and swore she saw spots across her vision.

Screaming his name, Calli barely heard the pleased groan that left him as she came around his fingers. She completely lost the grip on her legs, her hands moving into his hair to hold on and his Evol keeping them up for her. He wouldn’t be budged as he continued to suck at her, his fingers still rubbing against her walls while they clutched at him. Her back arched off the bed, his Evol loosening enough to allow her that, but it kept her in place as she shuddered.

“Please,” she whimpered, tugging weakly at his hair as his fingers slipped from her and his mouth slid down to push his tongue inside her. His nose rubbed against her swollen clit and she jerked harshly. “Sylus, please!”

He didn’t move, greedily lapping at her arousal. He growled deep in his throat when she pulled at his hair again before his Evol slid between her fingers to pull her away from him. She moaned as he caged them together before pinning them above her head but it broke into a sob quickly.

He had her well and truly trapped. Exactly as he had warned he would. All she could do was quiver on the bed as he pushed her past pleasure and into over stimulation. Tears pricked at her eyes, spilling over as everything in her screamed for him to stop.

Panting heavily, Calli stared at the ceiling without seeing it as he finally moved away from her. She mumbled something incoherent as he kissed up her body and she could feel how wet his face was. How wet she’d made his face. She melted further into the bed when his mouth covered hers. She could taste herself on him again and her fingers curled into tight fists. Or maybe it was because of how deeply he was kissing her. Or that she could feel the thick length of him pressing to her sex.

Sylus pulled back just enough to rub his nose against hers and murmured, “I’m not done with you.”

Her head pressed back into the bed as he moved between her legs, rubbing himself along her. “Sylus,” she moaned.

He trailed his nose along her cheek, slowly making his way toward her neck. He kissed the corner of her jaw and buried his face in her neck for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I’ll never be done with you.”

The words made her clench around nothing. The possessive edge to his voice made pleasure coil in her belly again. “I’m yours,” she mewled. “Always.”

He pressed closer to her, his body covering her completely and pushing her into the mattress. Like he wanted absolutely nothing between them. She wanted to touch him back, to sweep her hands down his back, to close her legs around his hips, but his Evol still had a hold of her and it hadn’t budged an inch.

Her breath caught when he closed his teeth around her neck even as his tip prodded at her entrance. She held it entirely as the harder he bit down the further he pushed into her. Even though she’d already had him inside her once, she still moaned brokenly as her body stretched to take him again. She panted desperately as he slowly filled her and couldn’t stop her heavy sigh when she felt his hips flush to her thighs. “Sylus,” she breathed, turning her head slightly to rub her cheek against his hair. It was about all she could do with his Evol still coiled around her limbs

His teeth dug in further, hard enough to hurt and she flinched slightly. He growled against her, pressing his chest firmly to hers. As he let her go, he passed his tongue over her and sighed deeply. “Calliope,” he murmured before hissing softly as she clenched around him.

It was entirely unfair how he used her name against her. He always waited until he was buried as deep as he could get to say it, letting it roll off his tongue with so much emotion that it threatened to pull her under. It always made her think of this moment every time he said it and she knew that was why he did it. She rubbed her cheek against him again, mewling softly as he gave a short thrust.

His mouth moved to her ear and he purred, “Calliope.”

She strained against his Evol to no avail as he kept his thrusts short and shallow, rocking his hips against hers. He was still at her ear, pressing kisses to her and breathing heavily. She kept her cheek pressed to his hair, savouring the only contact she could get. She moaned as he ground down against her on the next thrust, putting pressure on her clit.

She mewled in protest when he pulled out of her, holding himself just against her. His breath was hot against her skin as he slipped the head in, stretching her, and pulling back. She pressed her head back into the bed as he teased her again and clenched around him as soon as he was inside her.

Sylus inhaled deeply before he breathed, “That’s enough.”

Her eyes widened as she watched him push away from her, sitting back on his heels. She wanted to cover herself as he let his gaze wander over her, the look on his face getting more possessive the longer he did. She didn’t know how many marks he had left on her but she could only imagine if he was making that expression.

He licked his lips slowly and moved his hands to stroke her suspended legs. She stared at him as his fingers trailed along her calves before he hooked her knees over his arms and leaned back into her. Her lips pressed together as he planted his hands on either side of her, her ass lifted off the bed as he nearly folded her in half.

The smile that curved his mouth was her warning before he was thrusting into her, driving himself fully into her. There was no time to make any sound as his hips snapped back and did it again, driving the breath out of her as he set a fast and hard pace.

Her nails bit into her palms as she squeezed her hands shut. His hips were smacking into her ass now, sharp slaps that rang in her ears, followed by the wet sounds each thrust caused. She could feel her arousal dripping out of her, forced out every time he drove back in.

Scarlet eyes were watching her possessively as she writhed under him, completely caught with nowhere to go. “This is what you wanted,” he purred, his voice thick. “When you said you would be my present. This was what you wanted.”

She shook her head a little bit. She hadn’t fully known what to expect. Sex, of course. A full claiming from head to toe?

“This is what being mine is,” he continued, not slowing at all. “This is what you want.”

Her toes were curling again, her body already ready to shove itself off the edge for him. It didn’t matter how many orgasms she had had. If he wanted her to have another, it would give it to him. She pushed against his arms, wanting to meet him somehow, but all he did was lean into her more, spreading her further.

“You’re mine to fuck, Calliope,” Sylus said lowly, panting softly around the words. “You’re mine to take.”

She nodded weakly, trying not to sob at the pleasure building in her. She wanted to keep him inside, wanted him to linger so she could squeeze around him, but he kept thrusting, pushing as deep as he could. Claiming all of her and taking what he wanted.

The sob left her when he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking on her. She jerked on her hands, wanting them to be free so she could touch him. “Please!” she cried. “Let me-! Please!”

He growled against her but didn’t stop and didn’t let her go.

Calli screamed, her voice giving out as she felt his Evol brush against her clit suddenly. “Fuck, Sylus!”

Low purrs against her breast as she squeezed him, clutching at his cock. “You’re dripping, Calliope,” he breathed, lips moving against her breast. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”

No, no, no. If he started talking to her, she wasn’t going to last.

“You’re taking me so well,” he continued, pushing himself further up her body even as his hips slammed into hers. He kissed his way to her ear, tugging on the lobe.

“Please!” she wailed, gasping as he brought her legs to her chest.

More kisses as his thrusts didn’t slow. The sound of him fucking into her filled her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut. It didn’t help as it was all she could hear but his panting against her neck was nearly drowning it out. “You’re going to be good for me,” he murmured, “and come.”

Her eyes flew open on a gasp, squeezing him immediately at the sudden command. Her breath stuttered in her chest as his Evol rubbed over her clit, circling and flicking it while he drove into her. Did he just...?

“Give it to me,” Sylus breathed. “Let me feel you come around me.”

A broken wail as her body obeyed him, doing exactly what he wanted. Her nails dug further into her hands and she pulled at her restraints to no avail. This climax was anything but gentle as he fucked it out of her, pleasure ripping through her with each thrust.

He hummed in her ear, purring, “Yes, Calliope. Just like that.”

She moaned, trapped under him as her orgasm overtook her. She strained against his hold, her muscles screaming as she pushed as much as she could. Tension coiled through her as he ground into her, rubbing against her clit and making her legs jerk against his arms. Tears tracked down her face again as the pleasure continued to swell, seemingly without end.

But it wasn’t enough to make her miss the fact that he hadn’t come.

He seemed to soak up every bit of it, his thrusts slowing as he pushed himself up to watch her. She was trembling harshly, soft, pathetic noises spilling out of her. Even without his own climax, the satisfaction rolling off of him pressed into her.

Calli mumbled something nonsensical as he fully leaned back from her, letting her legs lower to rest against his hips as he sat back on his heels. He was looking at her again, but she closed her eyes and turned her face away. It was all she could do.

The muscles in her belly jumped when his hands stroked over her, trailing down to where he was still buried inside her. A deep inhale before he was easing out of her.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt the wet rush between her thighs of her own arousal and she lifted her head to stare at him. He was slowly stroking his slick cock, gaze firmly locked on where he’d just been. “Sylus?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her before he lifted one of her legs and pressed a kiss to her ankle. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” he purred, shifting her leg to the other side of him. “Don’t worry.”

Heart leaping into her throat, she continued to stare as he pressed her legs together before the Evol around her wrists disappeared. Before she could even think to do anything, he was rolling her onto her belly and caging her in again. She dug her fingers into the pillow and resisted the urge to push herself up. Turning her head to the side, she didn’t even try to keep her breathing even as he knelt on either side of her thighs.

“Open them for me,” Sylus said lowly, his cock sliding against her ass.

Biting the blanket, she wriggled on the bed to get her thighs as far apart as she could with him there. Shivers broke out across her as one hand trailed down her back, gently tracing the small bumps of her spine before both hands gripped her ass. She bit down harder on the blanket as his cock slipped back inside her, moaning at the change in angle but her heart trembled in her chest.

This wasn’t a favoured position of his, he much preferred being able to watch her face. But it was one of hers. She’d made the mistake of telling him how much she’d enjoyed it after they’d tried it the first time, how deep he’d gotten inside of her. She hadn’t missed how often he had fucked her like this, purring about how well she took him, how good she felt, how loud he wanted her to be. “Sylus,” she breathed.

He didn’t respond. Not with words at least. A scream spilled out of her on the first thrust and she bit down on the blanket again. She tensed when his hand came down heavily on her ass. “Do not quiet yourself,” he told her, squeezing. “I want to hear you.”

She whimpered against the blanket before letting it go. Panting softly, she waited for him to move again, anticipation humming through her. Another whimper but pleased this time as his hips rolled, giving her a short thrust. Her hands tugged at the blankets as he set a steady rhythm of short, deep thrusts.

His hands moved to her hips, keeping her pressed to the mattress and arching her back enough to shift him inside her. He made a low noise at the keen that left her when he withdrew further and slid back in, stroking over her g-spot. She thought she heard a chuckle as she clawed at the blankets, one leg lifting to connect with him. “Behave,” he teased, squeezing her.

She was going to be lucky to be alive if he kept up like this! “Sylus!”

A tendril of Evol wrapped around her ankle and tugged her leg back down but he didn’t hold her this time. “I know how much you love this,” he said, nearly pulling out before driving back in. “I know how hard you come when I take you like this.”

Pressing her cheek against the blanket, she panted as he fucked into her. The sharp smack of his hips meeting her ass had her flushing but not nearly as much as the wet sounds of him moving inside her. She was too far gone to be embarrassed by it, instead revelling in how aroused he had made her so he could fuck her like this.

“Dripping on my cock and the bed,” Sylus purred. “You’re going to soak right through it.”

If she hadn’t already.

She cracked an eye open when he moved her hair away from her face, tilting her head to try to see him. Calli stared at him as he worked himself inside her, watching beads of sweat roll down his body. His hair was hanging over his face but that didn’t hide the burning gaze that was locked on her. His expression tightened as she clenched around him, nearly coming at how aroused he looked.

Maybe he could hide it better than she could, but not when he was inside her. Those walls came down and she got to see all of the arousal, the tension, the love that was pouring out of him.

His eyes narrowed at her before he leaned over her, letting go of her hips to shove his hands into the blankets on either side of her. “You like what you see, Calliope?”

A quick bob of her head because she didn’t want to try to speak.

His thrusts were quicker now and she was bouncing against the bed from the force of them. But all it did was push her back onto him.

She kneaded at the blankets, panting heavily now as pleasure coiled through her. It wasn’t a slow build. They were well past that. Every stroke of his cock inside her only tightened that coil further, building the fire in her belly that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her eye closed when his body covered hers, his chest pressing tightly to her back. His nose rubbed against her cheek before he nuzzled into her hair. “You are so good for me,” he whispered.

She made a low noise in the back of her throat. It changed into a pleased hum when his hands slid over hers and she quickly opened them as he slotted his fingers through hers. But the gentle touches were completely at odds with the harsh thrusts and the constant smack of his hips into hers.

“Hold on.”

Desperately clutching at his hands, she clung to him. He was pressing against her, pushing her deeper into the bed even as he kept thrusting into her. Even though he had finally given her something to hold onto, he was keeping her from touching him in anyway except the one he allowed.

“Do you have any idea,” Sylus panted against her ear, “how fucking good you feel?”

Only because he told her.

“Do you know how badly I want to fill you up? To have my cum dripping out of you as often as I can?”

Calli shuddered and lifted her head to press back against his shoulder. “Please,” she moaned. God, she wanted that. It was filthy and perfect. She wanted to start and end every day with it.

“You take it so well. You take me so well.”

She squeezed around him. His voice was getting huskier, breaking on words as he drove into her.

“Made just for me,” he breathed, pressing harder against her. “Only me.”

“Yes!” she cried, shuddering. How was he still fucking her so hard?! His thrusts were long and deep and getting faster, but they weren’t as controlled anymore. He had to be getting close to his limit.

His mouth moved over her neck, kissing and nipping, but he was still panting into her skin. “So fucking good,” he breathed.

Arching as much as she could against him, she begged, “Please!”

He shuddered against her. “You want it?”

“Yes!”

“Come for me first,” he growled.

Fuck! She squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to see stars. Or was that because of him? She didn’t care. Her toes dug into the blankets and she clenched around him, her body responding to him immediately.

“Give it to me,” he breathed against her ear.

Calli’s breath hitched before she screamed again as she came. She pushed against him, clinging to his hands, and shuddered as pleasure washed through her. His short curse barely registered as his thrusts faltered as she came around him again, her body doing everything it could to force him to join her. She wanted to feel it, to feel the press of his hips against her as he kept himself as deep as he could, pushing his cum as deep as it could get.

“Good girl,” Sylus said, his voice breaking. “Good fucking girl.”

She mewled softly as his thrusts grew shorter, the smack of his hips on her skin getting louder. He squeezed her hands back as he snapped forward and a deep groan spilled out of him. Calli purred as he jerked inside her, hot cum filling her. She rolled against him as much as she could, gently moving him in her and milking him for everything that he had. She wanted all of it. Everything that he had was all for her.

He swore again and nipped at her ear. “Minx,” he murmured.

“’s mine,” she whispered.

No denial from him about that. More kisses on her neck and a slow, deep breath.

A wordless protest left her when he let her hands go and pushed himself away. She tried to push herself up but her arms gave out and she flopped back onto her belly. Pouting into the blanket when he pulled out of her, she quickly hid her face in it when she felt him part her with his thumbs. She didn’t need to see to know he was watching his seed drip out of her.

And she wasn’t surprised when he used two fingers to push it back in.

“If it’s yours, you’d better keep it.”

She tried to squeeze around his fingers but she didn’t have the strength to do that either. A small shudder was all she could manage when his thumb brushed over her clit. “No,” she said softly, entirely spent.

“I know, Calliope.”

She mumbled something as a warm hand curled around her hip to roll her gently onto her back. Her entire body was limp as she settled on the bed and blinked up at him as Sylus leaned over her. He brushed her hair out of her face, carefully stroking her cheek.

“Alright?” he asked huskily, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Calli inhaled slowly and nodded. Sore? Absolutely. But absolutely alright. She didn’t think she’d be able to walk for a week with how hard he had just fucked her. Which was also fine. He could carry her everywhere anyways. Snorting softly at the thought, she turned her face into his touch and sighed deeply.

“You did so good for me, Calliope,” he murmured, stroking down her face and being careful of the marks he had left on her neck and shoulders.

She didn’t even have the energy to preen at the praise but he was lying. She hadn’t been as good as she could have been. “Be better next time,” she mumbled.

He’d been admiring the necklace, or maybe her marked breasts, but his gaze came back to her face, a little frown on his.

“But...later?”

The frown melted into a soft laugh and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Later,” he agreed. “Maybe when we’re home.”

Oh. Well. She didn’t think she needed that long to recover. She pouted when he pressed a finger across her lips.

“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow. You took more than you usually do.” His hand moved down to rub against her throat. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed, willing her body to move. It was a struggle and she think he helped more than anything but she managed to roll onto her side to snuggle into him. “I can take you.”

His exhale stirred her hair and his arms wound around her. “I know you can,” he murmured.

God, she was exhausted though. She wanted to pass out in his arms, warm and safe and loved. But her nose wrinkled as she shifted and felt how sticky the insides of her thighs were.

Before she could say anything, the bed was moving and she was moving with it. Her head spun as Sylus scooped her up easily to carry her toward the bathroom.

She frowned up at him. “Could you at least pretend like you just rocked my world?” she grumbled.

He laughed, the lights switching on as he walked into the room. “Sweetie, you make my knees weak just by existing,” he said, lifting her to plant another kiss on her forehead. “I’ve learned to get used to it.”

That was cheesy but she still found herself flushing. She flinched as he set her on the counter and immediately tried to get back into his arms.

His hands came back to her hips, already starting to lift her. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s fucking cold!”

Sylus paused before chuckling. He easily lifted her back up before tugging a towel off a nearby rack. He spread it out on the marble before setting her on it. “There,” he murmured, laughter in his voice. “A heated seat.”

The towel was warm under her but she gave him a look. “You’re my heated seat.”

He snorted before shaking his head. “Sit still,” he told her before reaching for one leg.

She watched as he peeled one of her stockings down her leg, his fingers ghosting over her skin light enough to make her shiver. She was in no way ready to have more sex but his touch was addicting. Wriggling her toes to try to distract herself as he gave the other leg the same treatment, she twisted slightly to look in the mirror before gaping at what she saw. “Holy fuck,” she muttered.

“I told you I’d make a mess out of you.”

Her eyes slid back to him. He sounded far too proud of himself for that. She didn’t have the energy to fight with him about it but she mumbled, “I look like something out of a horror movie.”

“You look like a woman who just got fucked. Good and hard.”

If he kept talking like that, she was going to do something dumb. Like ask him to fuck her good and hard again. She protested softly when he stood up to grip her chin and make her look at him. He held her there as his eyes moved over her. The mascara and liner tracks down her cheeks. The smudged lipstick. The wild mess of curls framing her face. She made a soft, purring noise when he leaned in to kiss her slowly.

“I’d keep you like this if I could,” Sylus said against her mouth, making her flush harder.

Fucking hell. She swayed as he pulled away from him, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself up. She watched him as he moved to wet a wash cloth before protesting as he didn’t hand it to her, but instead started gently washing her face. “Sylus, I can-”

“Let me,” he cut in. “It’s easier to see you like this.”

Did he not believe her when she said she was alright? Yes, he was rougher than he usually was but it wasn’t like he’d gone beyond what she could handle. She hissed softly as he rubbed the cloth over her mouth and his thumb gently rubbed her lower lip.

“You nearly bit clean through it,” he chided.

“I was being fucked good and hard,” she said dryly, “and wasn’t allowed to touch the man who was doing the fucking.”

“I told you what you needed to do to keep your hands.”

Hands he was now uncurling to see the crescent shaped marks she had dug into her palms.

He shook his head slightly before tossing the stained cloth towards a hamper in the corner of the room. “We’ll deal with everything later,” he told her. “You need to soak.”

Later meant he was going to mentally catalogue everything he had done to her and everything she had done to herself. Anything that had broken skin would be treated with care and love before he tucked her into bed.

Calli lazily watched as he went to the tub to turn it on and steam start to billow out of it. She was already well acquainted with how hot he liked his showers and baths, something he adjusted when she joined him, but right now the thought of all that hot water on sore muscles sounded absolutely amazing.

Wobbling on the counter, she let herself slump back against the mirror and yelped at how cold it was. He turned quickly from the tub, his Evol wrapping around her when she teetered on the edge. “It’s still cold,” she complained when he stared.

His shoulders slumped on a sighing chuckle. “I’ll warm you up in a moment,” he promised. “Be patient, kitten.”

She huffed a little and reached up to search for the clasp on the necklace. Her fingers fumbled with it but eventually she got it. It slid down her chest to pool in her lap as she didn’t catch it fast enough. Staring down at the glittering jewellery, she didn’t miss the bruises and bites he’d worked into the skin of her thighs. “I’m gonna look like this damn thing,” she muttered.

“A priceless beauty.”

Calli rolled her eyes at the flattery and carefully set it aside. “Wouldn’t go that far.” Fucking hell, those were actually red teeth marks around her nipple. How hard had he actually bitten her?

“I would.”

Yes...he would. She looked over at him as he walked back to her and tried not to squirm. The answer was fairly obvious but she still wanted to ask him, the question catching in her throat. Fear of it being something different kept her quiet.

Sylus didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he reached up to twist her hair up on top of her head and clip it into place. Eyes and fingers wandered lower, tracing over her neck and lingering on the marks he’d left. He smiled faintly when she shivered as he stroked down to her breasts before hissing softly as he touched the bite around her nipple. “You could have stopped me.”

Squirming on the counter top, she shook her head. “It wasn’t that bad,” she admitted. “I would have said it if it was.”

He hummed, his fingers still wandering lower and tracing over the bumps of her ribs. “I don’t think five is your limit.”

She quickly caught his hands before they got too low on her belly. “It’s my limit for right now,” Calli said as firmly as she could manage.

He turned that smile on her and she read the message under it. Some day soon, he was going to push her past that limit and see just how many she could give him. But he would respect her decision for right now.

Keeping her hold on him, she looked over his face. He looked pleased, satisfied...loved. Reaching up, she stroked his face and prayed he didn’t feel how her fingers were still trembling. “Did you...like your gift?” she whispered.

His expression softened and he turned his head to kiss her fingertips. “Yes,” he murmured, “I did but I’m not done with you yet.”

Her gut clenched at the reminder of his insane stamina and she jerked back from him.

Deep laughter bounced around the room and he scooped her off the counter before she could truly get anywhere. He lifted her in his arms to press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “We’re getting to the best part,” he breathed.

“Best part?” Calli squeaked, her thoughts spinning back to everything they’d already done. What more could he want?!

Love and adoration filled his expression. “I get to take care of you,” Sylus purred.

Her heart thumped in her chest even as she felt tears prick her eyes again. This man was absolutely going to be the death of her. “I love you,” she whispered.

A warm smile and a gentle murmur. “I love you too, Calliope.”

[thesummerestsolstice]

I would love to see more about the orc librarian of Rivendell. How did he come to choose that life? How and why did Elrond let him in? Perhaps you could put it on AO3.

Thanks for the ask!

I do want to write a proper fic with Garthaglir eventually but I've got a few WIPs going already so it'll probably be a while. For now, I'll try to answer some of your questions here:

(Content warning: this post discusses the creation of orcs, and their indoctrination and subjugation under Sauron, as well as non-graphic violence)

My headcanon is that while the first orcs were elves kidnapped by Morgoth, the later generations of orcs basically became their own species (subspecies? arguably they're still kind of elves). They're born in Angband/Mordor, undergo pretty brutal training and indoctrination from an early age, and generally don't interact with the outside world unless they're on a raid.

The only interaction orcs have with men, elves, etc are violent. They only ever see peope when they're at war, so they aren't really exposed to life outside of the constant struggle of war. They have a very warped view of the world. And because there's a language barrier, there's no way for them to speak with anyone else. Even the language they use is designed to isolate them; Black Speech was created by Sauron, not the orcs, and doesn't really allow for free expression– it's not built for that. There are a few stories and some carried over words from the original elvish orcs, but it's more myth than reality for most of them.

It's a long story, but Garthaglir ended up getting separated from his party sometime in the early Third Age, and hiding out in some elvish ruins to avoid sunlight (and the human warriors they were running from). He ended up spending weeks there, every night he'd go exploring; finding old paintings, books, toys. The remnants of a people who weren't forced into a life of war. Eventually, he realized that there was more to Middle-Earth than fighting, and that he didn't want to go back to fighting for Sauron. He ended up wandering, unsure of what else he could do with his life. And, well, doorways to Rivendell have a habit of showing up when they're needed.

As for Elrond– that's a long story. He was taught Black Speech as a survival tactic at a young age, but has also used it to communicate with orcs. There was also a kidnapping incident with some surprisingly nice orcs. You know. Normal means of cultural exchange given Elrond's life. So he was much more open to letting orcs who wanted to to escape Sauron and live a better life into Rivendell. Since Garthaglir wasn't the first orc to live there, many of the other residents were also pretty used to the idea by that point.

Bonus: Garthaglir found Mittens when she was a small kitten. She showed up outside the library one day when it was pouring rain, trying to get out of the storm. Garthaglir let her in and dried her off. They've been inseparable ever since.

[jacenotjason]

Jace can you tell me a bit more about OP Radford…I’m kinda obsessed now 🙁

YES OF COURSE

Heres a quick rundown of everything I can think of right now uhhh

Hes an author! Currently writing a book that's why he's always seen on his computer

Hates movies he thinks they're uncultured and awful >:/

He is apart of the cult ! (Evil fuck)

Apathetic as fuck, I've considered making him canonically a sociopath but?? Never found a good reason too I dunno

Hates Kevin sofuckingmuch but Kevin won't catch a hint

I compare him to GLaDOS a lot

He is afraid of birds lmao

Content warning for CA under here!

He has full custody of Robert but doesn't take care of him in the slightest

Not only neglects Robert, but gets pretty physical sometimes, mostly just grabbing and pulling Robert places or shoving. + lots of yelling

Did try to sacrifice Robert once that's like a whole thing

Thats. All i can think of

I have a playlist here!!!

[tragedycore]

finally. chapter 15 is here. 🙏

[mentallyinvernation]

Dreamling Bingo - Both Are Slaves

Night is not painted in a very good light in this one. Please tread with caution. 

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: A2 Both Are Slaves

CW: enslavement, implied medical torture, captivity

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“He is very special,” Night says fondly – adoringly, while brushing aside strands of raven hair. “Thank you for bringing him home.”

Hob’s toes curl. There’s this horribly tender expression lining Night’s features as they peer down at the unconscious stranger, and if Hob didn’t know any better, he’d easily mistake it for the look of a doting mother. But he, unfortunately, does know better. He’s been subjected to that gaze before. Been on that very medical table before.

“I live to serve.” He replies blankly, not daring to let a shred of real emotion show.

She starts to hum, gently lifting the man’s wrists to secure them in padded leather cuffs, handling him more delicately than glassware, until she tightens the strap with a shark yank. Hob winces behind his glasses as something dark and dangerous bleeds into the tune.  

“There.” She smiles, stroking a single, pointed finger across a pale cheek. “Safe and sound, back where he belongs.”

Regret churns his insides. He wants to ask who that is and what she’s doing with him, but the words die a guilty death on his tongue. He can hazard a guess, and none of the answers are pretty. Hob recalls the terror that had shaken the man’s voice while asking – no while begging Hob to not say anything, to pretend they never crossed paths, to just keep walking.

And as the cell door swings shut, Hob half wishes that he’d never caught sight of the blue-eyed stranger.

[jhalya]

👰‍♀🎂 Galadriel gets a creamy surprise on her wedding day.

🍋💦 NSFW

7️⃣ #hellghoulweek 2024, Day 7: Fun size

🔗Read on AO3.

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[northernfireart]

who up washing they mouth closeups<3

[jm-chrome]

Procrastinated by drawing them again... I need help

[tojisun]

im still high on dadbod simon so uhm thinking about someone at a bar hitting on you because they don’t know that the old man you’re out with is not a guardian nor a friend, but is your goddamn date. and while it doesn’t send simon down a spiral of insecurities, he still starts hovering even closer. he’s always pulling you to his lap, doesn’t matter who the company is. his friends quickly get used to the sight—how could they not? you’re a darling, and you look the prettiest dolled up on simon’s hold.

and when he’s fucking you, when he’s got you bearing all his weight while he fucks you on your knees, he uses the incident as dirty talk.

“remember ‘im, love?” simon croons, his voice almost drowned by the resonating sounds of skin slapping against skin. “he thought i’m not y’r daddy. thought y’re too good f’me.”

you keen underneath him, your body toppling to the mattress when your arms fall limp. simon easily follows, adjusting so that the jut of his gut sits atop your ass, and it should be a crime how this position wedges him even further in because he’s pressing against tender places, his cockhead nudging at something that almost makes it feel like he’s hitting the back of your throat.

“shh,” simon rumbles. “daddy’s got you, sweet’art. daddy’s got you.”

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[thesummerestsolstice]

So I got an ask about how I write orcs (like Garthaglir) and I'm working on answering it, but I feel like first I need to make a post about why orcs in canon bother me so much. This post is going to be a lot less fun than a lot of my others, but I think it's really important to critically examine the Legendarium. That said, mind the content warning.

CW: discussions of racism (in real life), dehumanization

So I have three major issues with orcs in canon. I'll start with the least serious and work my way up.

Messy worldbuilding: Tolkien proposed about five different backstories for the orcs and doesn't seem to have been happy with any of them. The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings clearly shows us that the orcs are sentient; but he claimed at one point that they were essentially non-sentient puppets of Morgoth. That explanation was a way to get around the idea that Morgoth had created a race of sentient brings which he didn't like for Catholic reasons. The idea that orcs are corrupted elves is the most well-known of the orc backstories (and the one I like the best), but the actual text doesn't really address this? There's no indication that orcs could have once been elves or elf-like. They certainly aren't treated anything like elves or men, even corrupted ones. Which leads to problem two:

Narrative dehumanization: so fantasy and sci-fi have "faceless evil horde" as a recurring trope– and it's a trope that has some worldbuilding issues baked in. In the orcs' case, there's a whole sentient race that is universally, inherently evil. Either they all "chose" to be evil, which is basically impossible, or they've been so corrupted that they don't have a choice, which makes them victims more than villains. But the narrative doesn't treat them like victims; their lives have essentially no value. Sam in the books (Faramir has this line in the movies) thinks about a dead human soldier fighting for Sauron; wondering if he was evil, and how he came to be dragged off to war. In comparison, Legolas and Gimli count orc kills. Even heroic characters who are supposed to be compassionate have no regard for the orcs, because even if they're clearly sentient, the story doesn't treat them that way. And I hate that. I think the orcs should be treated like people, and not mindless monsters.

The racism: this is definitely the worst problem with Tolkien's orcs. So the orcs are the result of a lot of ideas; corrupted soldiers, biblical concepts of shadow and darkness, and yes, racial caricatures. In one of Tolkien's letters, he describes them as a "degraded" version of "Mongol-type" humans ("Mongol" here being an outdated and offensive term for Asian people as far as I know). Source for the quote here; the author of this article makes interesting points, but I disagree with some of his conclusions, including him backing down from saying the orcs are racist. So, yes, Tolkien's orcs are in-text racism– they're far from the only example either, Maeglin and Eol's story, as well as the LoTR representations of "Easterlings" and "Southrons" have similar problems. I hope I don't need to explain why I don't want to perpetuate these harmful ideas in the stories I tell. I've tried to tell an orcish story that isn't racist or dehumanizing. I hope others will try to do the same.

[pricetagged]

This is so niche, so so niche, but has anyone ever heard of the 'pedal pump/car stuck girls' kink where men pay for videos of women who have car trouble?

Anyway, that's Price. I will not be taking questions.

I will, however, elaborate. The first time he sees one, it has him clenching his knuckles and sucking in through his teeth. Pretty girl flooding her engine and gazing dolefully at her dash camera, eyebrows pinched and confused. Soon, he falls down the rabbit hole.

Eventually, he settles on one creator. A smaller one, unassuming. Her footage isn't well-produced and edited. She's not made-up and plucked and preened. She looks like any of the women he drives past on the street. She's perfect—

He subscribes. Clicks on the VIP package which offers the opportunity to chat and send requests.

[27.12.24]

>>JP141CE: That blue dress is beautiful on you. Wear it in the next video.

[13.01.25]

>>JP141CE: You need to adjust your seat angle. Gonna give yourself an injury if you make a hard stop.

[24.01.25]

>>JP141CE: Take the camera out of the car, sweetheart. Let us see you pop the hood and try to fix it.

Your camera work is shaky with you clamouring out and edging around the door. But if he pauses at just the right frame—

There. Your license plate.

Got you.

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

[insert poetic title here]

fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart

(rambling in tags)

[foone]

Grabbing the budtender by their tie: look I don't care if it's thc or cbd, indica or sagittarius, I just need the marijuana gummies to be pink. The flavor doesn't matter, the color does. I need to be able to pretend that I'm getting dumb because of bimboification mind control, get me?

Them: pink guava?

Yes, that'll do. Give me ten of those.