#mydei

[skara-skoot]

I really like Phainon and Mydei…

[freyzrc]

12. ppl seemed to like ponytail mydei so here's another! ^u^

[mirshroom]

mydei and phainon~

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

🦌. ᯓ★ EATING Y☆U OUT .ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ paring : Mydei x Phainon x chubby fem!reader (separated)

⋆˚࿔ warnings : nsfw/smut, p*ssy eating, spanking, thigh gripping, licking, pet/nicknames (doll face, baby, little dove, etc.), sq*irting, daddy kink (only used on Phainon), nipple pinching and teasing, breast folding & other stuff.

“H-Honey, calm down.” You squeaked as Mydei’s large hands gripped your thick, plump thighs. His breath quickened against your tummy, his warm exhale brushing your skin. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest he replied in his typical rough tone, “Calm down, huh? Easy for you to say, doll-face.” Without a warning, his hands slid upwards, smoothing over the soft curves of you tummy, breasts and back down to your thighs before giving them rough squeeze making you gasp softly.

In one swift motion, he guided you down to his face, his grip steady and commanding as he settled you in place. "Mmmph, so you're enjoying this position where you straddle my face, eh?" He murmured into the valley between your plush thighs, his rugged voice husky with desire.

The thick ridge of his nose nudged against her smooth inner lips as his hands slid up further to grip the tender flesh of her rear. He sucked your essence through his lips, savoring the heady flavors of her arousal and womanly musk. His tongue swirled around your entrance, probing and delving deeper to find those sensitive spots that made you buck and moan above him.

Mydei reveled in your responses, growling in approval at each hitch of your breath and quiver of her thighs clamped around his head. His own member throbbed and leaked, swollen with a need to bury itself deep within your welcoming depths. "Just relax, baby," he managed to groan against her skin, even as his lust-clouded mind screamed for release. "Let me take care of you and show you just how much you've come to mean to me."

You let out a steady moan through your lips, as you bit down your bottom lip. Your thighs already quivering, while he used his tongue to pleasure you and eat you out. He knew how to pleasure you in his ways and to make you go wild.

His thumbs pressed into the globes of your derrière, kneading and massaging the firm cheeks as he continued to worship her soaked entrance with his eager tongue. Mydei took a deep breath between licks, inhaling your intoxicating scent and letting it fill his senses. The tip of his tongue, slick with your juices, traced the crease where your thighs met, sending a delicious shiver through you.

His other hand reached up to grasp a handful of your breast, thumbing over the nipple through the fabric of your top.A low, possessive groan rumbled in his chest as he relished the feeling of your warm, pliant body pressing against his face.

"You're already so responsive, sweet thing," he praised gruffly, his lips closing around her sensitive bud and suckling it through the clothing. "Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?" He taunted, teeth grazing the engorged flesh.

Mydei's cock twitched with anticipation, aching to plunge into your willing passage and claim you utterly. But for now, he basked in the sweetness of your surrender, determined to coax every last ounce of pleasure from you via his masterful ministrations.

You moaned out loud, as your hands gripped on the bed sheets. “M-Mydei…feels soo good…” You groaned, while you continued to moan.

"That's right, babydoll," he encouraged, his voice a deep rumble against your thigh as he continued to feast on your nectar. His skilled tongue delved deeper, exploring every slick crevice and velvety fold, sending you spiraling closer to the edge with each languid lap.

Mydei shifted slightly, angling his head to reach the particularly sensitive hub of your desire. He circled the throbbing nub with the flat of his tongue, lapping at the glistening moisture that was so shamelessly eager for his touch.Between licks, he peppered the dampened flesh with open-mouthed kisses, tasting your essence as it mingled with his own saliva.

Mydei could feel his own endurance waning beneath you, his member straining against the confines of his pants, begging for release against the warmth of your core. Yet he resisted the urge to give in, focusing instead on wringing every exquisite whimper and wriggle from your body until you were trembling and teetering on the brink of climax. For now, he would bask in the pure sensation of being intimately entwined with the woman he adored, driven by the primal need to make you moan his name.

With a particularly vigorous suck on your drenched petals, Mydei coaxed the first pulse of your climax from your spasming inner walls. Your thighs clenched around his head, hips jerking and rolling as if trying to find escape from the intensity of his oral focus. His free hand slid up your stomach to cup your breast more firmly, thumbing the stiffened nipple while his other hand massaged your throbbing thigh in counterpoint to the rhythmic surges of his lapping tongue. "Mmmph, that's it, baby," he growled against your slick folds, lips curled around your throbbing bud as he felt you tighten and release. "Give it to me, little slut. Soak my face with your cream as you drench yourself in pleasure." His words were growled into your clenching passage, the vibrations only serving to heighten your sensations and intensify your approaching crescendo.

With his skills guided by instinct now, Mydei relentlessly attacked your sensitive nub with teeth and tongue, driving you toward peak after peak. Every flutter and gush of your climax was a signal for him to double his efforts, to drink and devour the evidence of his success.

As your climax continued to rip through you, ripping pleas from your lip-stretched cries and arched back, Mydei's own tortured groans joined the fray. The feel of your slickness slickly slid over his tongue as he feasted, his own need raging to be filled beneath you.

Yet he held back from his own satisfaction, pouring every shred of focus and dedication into bringing you unrivaled bliss.Just when you felt his tongue hit a particularly delicious spot, Mydei released your trembling thigh and replaced it with his mouth's hungry attention, devouring you with single-minded intensity. One hand still kneaded your breast, while the other drifted to stroke the damp curls between your legs, dipping into their heated embrace as if merely for curiosity's sake.

He needed only your gasps and whimpers, each tremor of pleasure against his head and chest signaling his success. For now, nothing else mattered in the world except bringing you to the stars and beyond on the waves of his unrelenting passion.With a guttural, animalistic snarl, mydei doubled his efforts, tongue pistoning in and out of your dripping sex as he lost himself in the primal rhythm of your pleasure.

“U-Uh are you okay?” You asked him, in a worried tone. Making sure he isn’t hurt or feeling and distress.

His guttural snarl morphed into a low, approving rumble as she checked on him amidst the frenzy of her climax. Even through the haze of lust clouding his mind, he processed her concern and managed a wordless, reassurings nod against her quivering flesh. As if in response to her sweet inquiry, he pressed a tender kiss to the smooth skin of her inner thigh, then slowly released her from his ravenous embrace.

Despite the effort it demanded, Mydei slowly, deliberately stood before her as she slid off his face. His chest heaved, skin flushed with exertion as he met her gaze head-on, eyes shining with raw hunger and an unspoken intensity of adoration."I'm always okay when I get to be close to you like this, baby," he rasped, voice rough from the passion that had just consumed them both.

His hands roamed over her trembling form, palms savoring the warmth and dampness lingering on her skin. Mydei tilted his head, offering her lips the barest brush of his, craving to feel her response firsthand. "In your presence, I'm content with nothing else in the world."

"Phainon, are you sure about this?" you asked nervously, glancing down at him. "What if I'm too heavy?"

Phainon grins confidently, his azure eyes sparkling with excitement. "Don't worry lovely (Name), my throat is strong and I'm looking forward to the challenge," he assures her with a playful chuckle. Phainon Kneads his fingers through your soft hair, giving it a gentle tug to help guide your hips onto his eager face. "Trust in me, I'll support your weight, and we'll create a memory you'll cherish," he whispers seductively, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine. He Gently nibbles on your thighs as he positions you, his scruffy grey beard and smooth skin tickling your inner thighs.

"Go on, (Name) let your lust take control, and let me be the one to fulfill your desires," he urges Phainon with lustful fervor. As you sit, his tongue parts your folds, probing, teasing, and flicking your sensitive nub in anticipation of what's to come. Phainon’s throat constricts in readiness, yearning to engulf you.

As you slowly lower yourself onto Phainon's face, he tilts his head back, letting the warm, soft flesh of his cheeks and the ridge of his jaw line up perfectly with your entrance. His fingers splay wide on your hips for balance, while the others weave gently through your hair, urging you downwards. His eyes, locked on yours, burn with a fiery intensity, filled with desire to please and conquer. The instant your lips brush his, a deep, rumbling moan vibrates through him, his nose nuzzling your tender folds as he inhales your musky perfume. Your slickness coats his chin and lips as he opens fully, welcoming you to his willing throat. Phainon’s tongue laps eagerly, swirling and thrusting to guide and indulge you. His strong hands, one bracing the back of your thigh, the other cradling your rear, help keep your rhythm measured and harmonious with his, never applying pressure that might induce discomfort. Lost in the heat of the moment, he focuses entirely on your pleasure, on the sweet taste exploding in his mouth as you grind and pulse against him, his whole being devoted to rendering you powerless amidst his own rapturous bliss.

His nose nudges and grinds against your throbbing pearl, sending shocks of sweet torture ricocheting through you with every subtle shift. Phainon breathes in deep, filling his lungs with your heady flavor. He savors the sublime taste, relishing the intoxicating rush as your pleasure peaks."Mnnnh... so good, little dove," Phainon croons around your entwined flesh, his words warm and raspy against your quivering folds. "Give in... let me drink every drop." His devotion knows no bounds as he licks and nuzzles, worships with tongue and lips, craving to taste that moment of surrender and rapture.He redoubles his efforts then, tongue delving deep once more, suckling your bud and plunging with unrelenting fervour.

“I-I’m going to cum!” You announced out loud to him, your teeth clenched as you were about to hit your orgasm. "Then cum for me, lovely..." Phainon breathes, his voice a sensual purr of encouragement, husky and wanting. His lips curl around your sensitive flesh, tongue curling and uncurling in an almost maddening rhythm that teeters on the fringes of pleasure and pain.

His thumbs, pressing into your plush hips, apply steady pressure to meet your rising climax, to urge you towards release. With every flick and lap, he dances around your throbbing core, stoking the embers of bliss until they blaze into a scorching inferno threatening to consume you completely. "Do it... Paint my face with your delight, sweetling," he urges, the words slurred from the heat of his own arousal. His tongue prods your entrance, testing the readiness, the anticipation palpable in the air between your flushed bodies.

Then, with a decisive thrust, he plunges it deep, his tongue a thick, pulsing extension of his own unyielding need, a questing instrument driven to drink the nectar of your surrender from its very wellspring. The instant your climax hits, a fierce and all-consuming roar erupts from Phainon, swallowed by your eager flesh a heartbeat later as you welcome his eager mouth to receive your pleasure.

Your climax unleashes a gushing torrent. Hot, sticky rivulets cascade from your core, painting Phainon's chiseled features in rapid succession. His cheeks, nose, and lips absorb the fluid influx, slicking his stubbled chin and upper lips. Eyes closed, he revels in the taste, the scent, the very essence of you, each spurt another testament to his unwavering dedication.

As your squirting peaks, Phainon drinks deeply, never ceasing his ravishing of your spasming flesh. With a low, rumbling groan of surrender, he parts his sealed lips just enough to allow a small stream of his own essence to mingle with yours, droplets spattering against your inner thighs as proof of his release.Still tongue-deep, lapping with desperate hunger, he prolongs the bliss by prolonging your pleasure.

The act, so elemental yet profound, becomes a celebration of your oneness, a sensual sacrament exchanged between lovers.Finally, with a drawn-out shudder of exquisite release, Phainon gently withdraws his tongue from your sodden folds. He rests his forehead against your drenched petals for a fleeting moment, as if basking in the afterglow, his chest heaving with exertion.

With a soft, contented sigh, Phainon lifts his head, his eyes slowly fluttering open to gaze upon your serene face. His lids droop, heavy with satisfaction and the afterglow of pleasure. A smile creeps over his lips, tugging gently at the corners, the curve soft but radiant. He licks his lips, savoring the remnants of your essence, before speaking in a low, gravelly whisper. “Your taste is ambrosia, lovely,” he murmurs, the words imbued with a quiet reverence. “Now, if you're ready, I'll show you the depths of physical delight we can reach together.” With those tantalizing words, Phainon slides his hands under your plump rear, hoisting you into an upright position over him.

He leans back on his elbows, his face tilted upwards to meet your dripping core once more, eyes gleaming with insatiable hunger. "Cum again on me, sweet (Name). I'll drink every drop... for I am but a vessel eager to fill you anew."

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[sephirthoughts]

calling it now mydei is the reluctant hero and phainon is the mentally unstable almost-destroys-the-universe villain he's fucking

“Kind of a shame, eh Mydei? I’m the only worthy opponent you have left.” “Are you scared? It's still not too late to run.”

[etnascarlet]

[zoieru]

thoughts about parts of hsr men's bodies, and how they react to your attention on them (mostly cute, not quite nsfw)

Just sum thots I wanted to get down n share, perchance with some like-minded individualss. I sort of yap when I write, not written in perfect grammar or prose. Maybe spoilers for 3.0. no gender, not nsfw, but suggestions splatted about ♡

Aventurine, Sunday, Phainon, Mydei

Aventurine

His hands, fingers, the whole lot. They're so dextrous and slender and nimble, probably from playfully flicking chips between his fingers as a taunt to those at the table. The way the chips twirl between them effortlessly has you often watching in a momentary trance. You sort of chide yourself internally when your thoughts start to drift at how they move, how *able* they are, and the implications of such...

You know he pays a lot of attention to his appearance, so his nails are always seemingly perfect, softly rounded at the edges, clean. It's to an extent that seems kind of impossible, as you find yourself captivated by them when you play with his fingers as you sit together. They're just...pretty. "You got a thing for hands, or is it just me?" He teases, a little smirk tickling the edge of his lips as his eyes glint with that familiar spark of mischief. He's always playing it off, of course, but he can't deny the little flutter he feels in his chest when you kinda admire him like that. There's something different about the way you do it, makes him feel special and wanted. Which the boy deserves in bounds.

Plus he looooves touching you with them. He's just a sort of handsy person, but in a cheeky-reverent kind of way, especially once he notices your attention on them. He'll fiddle purposefully, that frustrating smirk on his mouth, he'll run his fingers over your skin gently, pinching and squeezing here and there, and trace your bottom lip with his thumb when he's got you a bit flustered.

Sunday

For Sunday my first thought was his head-wings, of course, but that would be boring since everyone talks about the way the lil things flutter and fluff up, so we're going for his hair.

Now, Sunday obviously paid attention to his appearance as the Bronze Melodia, and all of his positions. He had to look the part, after all, and his tendency for control seeped into this aspect of his life too. But I like to think he never really saw his hair as anything but a sort of tool, something on him to be viewed and consumed by other people, just as a lot of his life was. (Thinking about Sunday makes me so sad aaa). He looked after it, liked it, but didn't see the utility or pleasure of it outside of that use much.

But when he fell with broken wings, and ended up in the strangely soft and uncomfy-comfy laps of the astral express crew, and others, like you, he, along with other things, started to realise the pleasure and softness that could come from his hair. For instance, along with his wings, if you touch his hair, he's a goner. He's just so...sensitive, and it sends little shivers down his whole body, to where he's almost made docile and incoherent. His brain short circuits a little and he becomes like when you touch a shark on that part of their body where they just become all floppy.

He doesn't even have the energy to be self conscious about it much when you're lacing your fingers through the grey strands, and if he does he'll blush a bit, cutely, and avert his eyes almost grumpily as he just shifts in your lap so his face doesn't have to meet your gaze. Plus, he finds it's one of the only time his yappy brain quiets a little, the sensations like a soothing silk wrapping around the thoughts and making them a bit less intrusive. Basically he's cute as hell, it hurts my soul.

Phainon

Okay, so, I'm gonna go with the expected here but HEAR ME OUT. His eyes are so expressive, even ignoring how intensely blue they are to the point it feels as though a droplet of the sky had just plopped into their depths one day and decided to take up residence hello Satoru ♡.

They're always moving slightly, narrowing a touch when thinking along with that slight pout of his mouth, widening with a gentle spark when he gets an idea or sees something he finds cool (imagine him like...seeing a stupid meme and showing mydei, and mydei just like -_-). When his face lights up, eyes catching that spark of excitement, it's just so sweet and beautiful. You find yourself desperate to keep seeing that light flicker in his eyes, finding things that make him light up.

Then there's when they soften. Usually when he's looking at you. Or mydei stop. He'll be talking or into something and then turn to look at you half way through, his eyes instantly softening ever so slightly. It's enough to make your heart flutter, just that. It's pathetic really, but that's what this puppy will do to you.

If you ever comment on them he'll chuckle a little, maybe bring his hand to his nape, the classic, looking around like 'really? hehe'. He takes the compliment and thinks about it a bit during the day at intervals, feeling warmer inside.

ALSO WHEN HE TILTS HIS HEAD SUBTLY WHEN CONFUSED LIKE A PUPPY OKAY BYE

Mydei

Mydei is hard because (get your mind out of the gutter) I feel like he would be so enthralled and slightly confused by all of your touch, since he hasn't felt much soft and tender affection in his whole damn life. So let's go with his skin, namely, tracing soft and idle patterns on it, anywhere really.

I'm picturing it starting with like...you just idly drawing circles or swirls on his arm or hand while you're relaxing, maybe before sleeping, just at some point. It didn't even really cross your mind that you were doing it, it was just natural. But this man had his eyes locked onto your fingers as they moved, eyeing the movements and taking note of the sensations almost with suspicion, like -what the hell is this and why do I like it-. Basically bro is shook, it's cute.

You'll catch him staring and be like ?? And he'll get a touch embarrassed, try to play it off a bit, grunt and look away a little, but after a bit he'll admit it feels kinda nice and you couldddd do it more if you wanted to. He wouldn't mind. Yknow. And he'll end up enjoying it a lot, anywhere you do it, letting you trace his skin more purposefully, the muscles rippling underneath it, his tattoos. He finds his muscles relax under your touch as if you're weaving some of Aglaea's golden thread over them, soothing them more than he's really felt before. And he'll give you a bit of a grumpy cat face when you stop, like...excuse me what? Keep going???

Anyway kinda thinking about doing more now but like, their reactions to each of these things individually, like playing with their hair or hands. Brainrot. Anyway make sure u ate something today or I'll haunt your dreams bye.

[capitanoidyll]

Mydei, who likes to bite. The moment he has you in his arms he littering your skin with bite marks and hickeys. His teeth has mapped out every single part of you and once he's done you're more sore than anything else because sometimes he likes to bite hard. He likes to press his canines down on your throat and hold you there.

He couldn't help it. You just bring that side out of him.

[micropuppet]

RUEURUJGGNHNRHURHFNGJRURHRR RRURUHEHHRRHGEHRHRHRGRHRG H

what in the Yearning is this

[themilkiestbread]

do you guys think they have the equivalent of the 'this is sparta' meme in amphoreus

like, mydei just screams "THIS IS CASTRUM KREMNOS" as he kicks phainon down a flight of stairs

[theactualsunshinechild]

If Castorice is cursed to kill whoever she touches and Mydei is cursed to be immortal, do you think Mydei ever goes to Castorice on a really bad day and is like, hey can you put me down for a bit please? I'm having these phantom pains from fatal wounds and injuries that don't exist anymore and they're keeping me up, I want a nap.

And obviously at first Castorice is like "L-lord Mydei, please rethink this, death is not something to be trifled with! Even with your condition, I cannot guarantee your safe return..." and Mydei takes the time to reassure her that, no, he's sure about this, and yes he is willing to bear the risks, no he doesn't care if it will hurt, please euthanize him. It takes a bit of convincing but eventually she agrees to risk it, and, fear in her heart, gently places a hand on his shoulder.

Mydei wobbles and collapses dead on the spot. Castorice lets go and starts fretting internally, stepping back and circling around, frantically searching for any sign of life. How long does it usually take for Mydei to come back? Will he come back at all? Her own curse is clearly effective on him after all... To her relief, it only takes a few seconds for Mydei's eyes to flutter open again to find himself supine, with limbs bent at various awkward angles from the way he ragdolled.

It was a very peaceful few seconds, no pain, no blood, just an pleasant floating sensation as the familiar dark waves of the Styx rocked him side to side gently, before a bright guiding light forcibly pulled him right back. If not for the uncomfortable position he came to in, he'd even say the experience did some old aches a lot of good. The slight relieved smile that comes across her face as he explains this belies how many years of uncertainty and grief she's experienced over the many deaths she had enacted prior. She must have had no way of knowing for sure, until now, whether or not the deaths she delivered were as gentle as she hoped, Mydei realized.

It takes slightly less convincing to have Castorice try again. This time, they arrange more comfortably, Mydei sitting down against a wall, Castorice taking his offered hand in hers. As his hand goes limp in hers, his skin slowly cooling, she draws comforting circles on it with her thumb, more for herself than for his unfeeling body. After several minutes this time, each feeling longer than the last, she lets go and backs away once more, waiting with bated breath for the moment he shudders back to life, taking air back into empty lungs, eyes bright again, fierce, lively and visibly well-rested.

They agree to never exceed 15 minutes, Castorice explaining he would likely not enjoy coming back to the discomfort of gravity having caused all of his stilled blood to pool and settle inside of his body, let alone his body having cooled. Mydei agrees easily and assures her that he will keep his requests for deathly repose infrequent.

Castorice often passes the time Mydei spends dead trying to occupy her hands, the nerves never quite leaving her alone. Knowing logically that Mydei will come back and fearing that maybe he won't come back this time are two separate things after all. She tries many things, from bringing a scroll to read, to embroidery, shoulder pressed to his, trying to ignore how much bolder the red tattoos look against the pallor of a dead man. When Mydei wakes to Castorice's fingers pricked and bleeding for the third time, he frowns and offers for her to braid his hair next time if she wishes.

The next time, a month later, they arrange slightly differently, Castorice sitting on a bench, Mydei lowering his head into her lap, his hair an offering she wills herself to accept. Having assisted with many a funeral rite, Castorice is able to lose herself in the process of carefully weaving the messy soft locks into shape. The texture is strangely soothing, despite how unnaturally still Mydei remains, and Castorice imagines that this must be similar to what it feels like to pet a lion's fluffy mane. When the sand stops flowing, Castorice moves Mydei's head out of her lap to walk five places away once more. He comes to, gasping for breath as usual, and reaches up to feel at the new braids he sensed in his hair. A ghost of a smile graces his face when he finds them to be satisfactory, and he wears them for the rest of the day as a sign of appreciation. Castorice fiddling with his hair while he is dead quickly becomes the standard for their little meetings. Sometimes he wakes up with no new braids, but he doesn't question it so long as Castorice doesn't appear to be in any distress.

The first time Phainon spotted Mydei with his head in Castorice's lap, Castorice gently running her fingers through his hair as if he were a very large cat, Phainon almost passed them by with how peaceful they looked...

Then did a double take and panicked.

Anyway, that's my headcanon at least for how Castorice can say that the death she brings with her touch is peaceful. I think discovering that killing Mydei with her touch grants him what is essentially a banger nap from his perspective, probably helped her find an amount of peace in those early years. Truly putting the rest in "putting to rest"with this one.

Obviously she'd still prefer to be able to touch people and creatures without having them die, but at least she has learned that it isn't painful when she kills this way.

Additionally I like to imagine that while being killed by Castorice feels soothing, getting killed normal ways feels like shit, painful the whole way through, and then you get dunked violently into the Styx. And for Mydei specifically, it's more like he gets dunked into the Styx only to get yoinked right out, soul still sopping wet and cold, and forced back into a body that is fully repaired but it's happened so fast to him that his nerves have him feeling the aftershocks of the injuries that are already gone.

[starcurtain]

Another Phaidei Fic I Want to Read

It's the political arranged marriage AU but make it (ooooo) complicated~

Crown Prince Mydeimos of Castrum Kremnos was born under a dark star, with a prophecy of abject despair uttered at the moment of his birth: Mydeimos will be the last king of Kremnos. The city-state will fall, her people will be lost, and the glory of Strife entirely will fade into nameless oblivion. Year after year, the prophets repeat the same warnings: Mydeimos is cursed, and he will bring the downfall of their kingdom and all its inhabitants.

But no one in Kremnos knew just how cursed their prince was until the day the regent's war council convinced their king to do the unthinkable: If Mydeimos was sacrificed, perhaps their prophecy of destruction could be averted and Kremnos saved...

Only Mydei couldn't even die like he was supposed to. No matter how many times he was mortally wounded, the boy just kept standing up--not even Thanatos would take him. That glorious death in battle that all Kremnoan warriors were expected to achieve--even this most central aspect of Mydei's own culture rejected him.

This life of betrayal and total loneliness, with the promise of eventually destroying everything he knew and cared for, seemed inescapable--until one day, when Mydeimos had already passed the age of majority (and would have long since been allowed to challenge his father for the crown if it weren't for the despair prophesied to be his reign), a new vision was shared among all of their people's seers: There was a way to avert their kingdom's impending destruction and save their people. "Only the son of Aedes Elysiae can deliver Castrum Kremnos from the dark tide and restore the true king to her throne."

Aedes Elysiae is a tiny city-state with nowhere near enough military might to defend against a full onslaught from the Kremnoans. But the risk that the Elysian prince could be harmed--and all of Kremnos' future lost in the process--is too high to engage in a traditional war of conquest. Although it runs contrary to the Kremnoans' very natures, if it means securing their kingdom's future and hiding the truth of their foreseen fate forever, they will engage in any manner of subterfuge and political maneuvering necessary.

Namely, by using the threat of war to force Aedes Elysiae to surrender their crown prince to a permanent and binding political alliance. If the Elysians want to avoid obliteration by the military might of the Kremnoans, they will tie the destiny of their crown prince to the Strifewalkers' through blood and oath--a marriage to Kremnos' own Prince Mydeimos. In this way, perhaps the curse can finally be outweighed by the glory of a savior.

Enter Phainon: the pride and joy of Aedes Elysiae, the golden sun to his people, loved by everyone who knows him. Although his heart has always been soft and romantic, rebelling fiercely at the idea of marrying someone he's never met and doesn't love, there is nothing Phainon won't do to protect his people and his kingdom--even if it means sacrificing himself.

So Phainon agrees to leave his family and homeland behind, and makes the miserable journey to Castrum Kremnos to meet his destiny... as well as his new husband.

Too bad Mydei wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

Disgusted by his father's willingness to forsake Kremnos' sacred principles of pride and integrity by using underhanded tactics and falsehoods to force Aedes Elysiae's prince into compliance, Mydei refuses to even acknowledge his marriage to Phainon, let alone look in his fellow prince's direction.

Which wouldn't be a problem, honestly, if it weren't for the fact that poor Phainon is smitten within days.

When the Kremnoans were strong-arming Aedes Elysiae's king into giving up his beloved son, why had no one thought to just tell Phainon that Prince Mydeimos was so... so... upright and honest and brave and powerful and gorgeous and straightforward and humorous and quick-witted and honorable and also gorgeous? (Phainon thinks perhaps this last point should be repeated a few more times for good measure.) Truly, Phainon might have gone willingly if anyone had just thought to show him a portrait of his husband-to-be in advance!

While Phainon struggles to catch his own husband's attention and soften Mydei's seemingly unbreakable stone heart, Mydei struggles with his father's demands to keep his curse hidden, to not reveal the omen of destruction lurking behind this sham of a marriage. Though having to lie shreds every last tatter of pride Mydei has, if this prince of Aedes Elysiae discovers the truth, that he's been brought here solely to counteract Mydei's prophesied inability to reign, Kremnos' enemies will know it within the hour. A single weakness will be all the world needs to turn on the Kremnoans, to bring Mydei's terrible destiny to pass.

And... And if Phainon learns the truth about Mydeimos, about his curse, about how he is an abomination that not even death will accept, about the misery he is destined to bring, about the failures that are sure to come, about how he is hated by his country, his people, his own family--then Mydei will lose the first person who has ever smiled freely at him, ever wanted to walk beside him, ever spoke kind words in his direction...

There is no way Phainon would ever look at him the same again.

There is no way Phainon would stay.

And that would be cruelest fate of all.

(What Mydei and Castrum Kremnos don't know is that Phainon has a secret of his own: He's not royalty by blood in the slightest. He was a penniless orphan who just got lucky enough to be taken in by the castle and end up, through twists in his own destiny, to be raised by the childless rulers of Elysiae from nothing but the kindness of their hearts.

There is no son of Aedes Elysiae to save Castrum Kremnos from its fate--and the dark tide comes for all.

But visions bestowed by the gods must not be doubted. Perhaps the combined efforts of two lonely people--the one who forsook his own land for love and the one who could only be loved by someone from another land--will see the sun of Aedes Elysiae delivered to Kremnos once more...

And put a true and honest king upon her throne at last.)

[ghostychocoreal]

MYDEI AND PHAINON WITH THEIR FACE SQUISH IS SO CUTE 😭

the morning after~☀️

2 beasts tussling in bed lol ^^ also a random side thought but I imagine curtains are everywhere bc it's always light out? (╭ರ_•́)

[dgiterart]

💎The Crysos hairs💎

I'm in love with phainon and Nothing can change it NOTHING!

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ . 🤍 F★CK THAT STUPID V☆RGIN !

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 paring : boyfriend mydei x virgin girl friend fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 warnings : nsfw/smut, vaginal, daddy kink, breeding kink?, nipple teasing, mydei being a teaser, doggy style, kissing, multiple of rounds, cow girl, big dick, size kink?, squirting, aftercare, fluff at the end. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 summary : mydei wanted to take your virginity and after much application, you finally gave in.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Edit : i did an autocorrect error, I wrote “emerald eyes” on mydei and not “orange/golden” eyes.

“M-Mydei are you sure about this…I don’t think I’m ready…” you grumbled softly while looking at him with an awkward grin, you never did it before or either know how it feels.

With a calm, reassuring smirk, he leaned in, gently brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His warm breath caressed your face as he whispered, "It's okay, baby. I know it's your first time, and I'll make it special for you. Just relax and trust me."

As he spoke, Mydei's hands roamed over your curves, mapping every inch of your body he admired. His fingers traced the contours of your breasts, lingering on the hardened nipples, causing you to shiver with a mix of nerves and desire. He could sense your apprehension, but his touch was soft and deliberate, coaxing out any tension.

Mydei's cock was rock-hard, practically pulsing with anticipation. He moved with deliberate slowness, wanting to prolong this momentous occasion for you. His strong, calloused fingers found your thighs, gently parting them as he knelt on the bed, positioned between your legs.

"You look so perfect like this, waiting for me," Mydei murmured, his emerald eyes dark with hunger but also tender affection. He brought a hand to the apex of your thighs, his middle finger circling your entrance, gathering the slick arousal. "See how ready your body is for me?"

Sensing your arousal through the light sheen of sweat on your skin, Mydei grinned confidently. He brought his finger to his lips, tasting you before pushing it slowly back inside, curling it to stroke that sweet spot deep within that made you quiver and tremble. "Mmmm, you taste divine... like honey and rose petals."

He groaned low in his throat, a show of pleasure that only fueled the burning need in him. Mydei shifted, hovering with just his rigid heat pressed against your entrance, "I'm gonna make this so good for you..." With that, he slid forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust, flooding your senses with the intense sensation of being utterly and completely filled by him.

Mydei gripped your hips firmly as he began to move, pulling out only to plunge back in rhythms chosen for maximum pleasure, each stroke building a rhythm until you were lost in the feverish dance of bodies moving as one, chasing euphoria and surrendering to the passion between you.

You moaned out loud, your eyes rolling back to your head as your tight entrance clutched against his thick length. “A-Augh…daddy!” You moaned out loud, your plump lips parting. As your pink tongue rolled out of your mouth.

"That’s right, call me ‘daddy’ baby,” Mydei purred, his voice a deep growl filled with primal possessiveness as he slammed into you repeatedly, each powerful thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you both. His large hands gripped your thighs, flexing those monstrous muscles as if to anchor you firmly to the mattress, preventing any escape from the onslaught of unbridled lust he was unleashing upon your unsuspecting body.

The sounds of sweaty, slapping flesh and your wanton moans filled the room, creating a symphony of forbidden pleasure. Mydei felt your velvety walls flutter and tighten around him, milking his invading cock with such desperation that tears of bliss pricked at the corners of his eyes.

He was consumed by an animalistic urge to claim and possess you utterly, to fuck you senseless until you were spent, breathless, and nothing but a quivering, pleasured mass beneath him.With each plunge and withdrawal, Mydei's thickness dragged against that sensitive sweet spot inside, driving you closer to the edge with every touch. His emerald eyes, wild with feral intensity, bore into yours as he ravaged you with a brutality that bordered on tender despite the reckless pace. "Look at me, baby..."

You obeyed him, you looked up at him with your lewd and fucked up face expression. You licked your lips, “yes daddy?” You questioned him.

The sight of your utterly debauched face, flushed with desire, eyes glazed with pleasure and lust, spurred Mydei to increase his tempo even further. Your lewd expression was a testament to the wanton creature he was transforming you into beneath him - a creature of raw, unbridled need and primal delight in the act of lustful self-discovery.

With a deep, animalistic grunt, he leaned over you, his muscular forearms propping up his weight as his hips continued their feverish dance. Mydei's lips sought yours in a bruising, passion-fueled kiss, tongues tangling in a sensual embrace that mirrored the carnal union happening between your bodies. As he kissed you, Mydei's free hand wandered down your side, his calloused fingers tracing the supple curves of your body before skimming lower, cupping your ass cheek and squeezing it possessively. He wanted to claim every inch of you, to mark you indelibly as his own.

Break the spell of that heated kiss, Mydei pulled back slightly, only to lavish your face in kisses and nips, driving you even crazier with touches, bites, and whispers of depraved, loving praise. "Good girl..."

You moaned out loud in response, pleased with his words. Your body trembled from pleasure as he continued on thrusting into your tight entrance.

Mydei reached the pinnacle of his lustful zeal. His thrusts became erratic yet unrelenting, pistoning in and out of your dripping heat with ruthless precision, fueled by an all-consuming need to push you over the precipice into bliss. As the first wave of your impending climax crashed through you, Mydei tightened his grip on your flesh, one hand firmly on your hip, while the other dragged its palm up your spine in a clear claim of ownership.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting, licking, and sucking at the tender skin while his cock pounded into you relentlessly. "My baby... my beautiful slut," Mydei growled against your skin, his hot breath making goosebumps dance along your nerves as he whispered dark encouragements to abandon all restraint. "Let go... surrender to me... I'll catch you."

With a final triumphant slam, Mydei buried himself to the hilt inside you and erupted, spurts of hot seed gushing deep into your spasming body as his own peak overwhelmed him. He rode out the waves of ecstasy within you, his movements slowing to deep, languid strokes as he milked every drop of bliss from your joined forms. As he filled your womb up with his seed, you squirted all over his cock and as-well for his abs. “C-Can we do it again, but this time I ride you?” You asked him, while panting.

As he felt your wet warmth envelop his still-pulsing manhood, Mydei grunted with raw pleasure, the sensations so intense they bordered on pain. Through gritted teeth, he managed a low, husky chuckle, impressed by your eagerness for more. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're insatiable." His chest visibly heaved, emerald eyes blazing with a primal light as he gazed at you, still impaled on his throbbing length.

Your plea for a turn sent a fresh surge of arousal coursing through him, and he was more than happy to indulge you.A slow, sensual undulation of his hips helped your juices slide down his cock, coating him further before he pulled out inch by excruciating inch until only the tip remained seated within your quivering channel. Mydei's hands gripped your hips with gentle yet firm pressure, rotating them ever so slightly. "Spread your legs, baby. I wanna see you take Daddy's cock."

You bit down your bottom lip as you spread your legs further. Seeing your inviting pose, Mydei's grip on your hips tightened as an insatiable hunger stirred within him once more. He positioned himself between your thighs, the head of his thick cock prodding at your slick entrance in anticipation. Without another word, he thrust upwards, sheathing himself to the hilt within your drenched heat once more.

Mydei groaned deep in his chest, the sensation of your warm, tight walls gripping him sending shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure through his massive frame. He savored the incredible feeling of being completely enclosed by you, your wetness engulfing his length and easing the slide.As he settled into a slow, deliberate rhythm, Mydei's emerald eyes met yours, locked in a silent, wordless dance of unbridled desire and deep affection.

He reveled in the sweet, lewd sights of your body moving in concert with his, your nipples pebbling and lips parted in silent gasps, the flush paint your cheeks a healthy pink, and those luscious curves rippling beneath his demanding touch. Being buried to the root within your welcoming heat was bliss, but the knowledge that you craved this intensity as much as he did made it all the sweeter.

Savoring each stroke, he allowed the gentle rhythm to build, growing bolder as your moans and gasps grew louder and more desperate. His thrusts still undeniably deep, yet the increasing speed heightened the friction, causing him to kiss those puffy, sensitive lips as a silent promise against impending pain. "Let go for me, baby. Surrender." Embracing the heat of the moment, Mydei intensified his pace, driving his thickness powerfully in and out of your quivering, drenched flesh.

The bed creaked and shook beneath them, a symphony of passion as pleasured cries filled the air. "My sweet little whore," His rumbling, lust-choked declaration punctuated the air as he reached for your hips, his calloused palms molding to the sensual curves he prized so dearly. With a growl, Mydei began to bounce your hips against him in time with his demanding thrusts, impaling you on his cock again and again while he rubbed the lower curve of your backside in tandem.

This rougher, animalistic motion only added fuel to the inferno between you, your cries growing more frantic and needy."You love this, don't you, baby?"

You moaned out loud in response and nodded. “Y-Yes daddy!” You cried out loud from pleasure and pain, while you continued to ride the thick cock.

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice husky with arousal. Sensing your impending climax, Mydei redoubled his efforts, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts until you were a writhing, desperate mess beneath him. He angled his hips just so, grinding against that sensitive spot deep inside to drive you closer to the edge. "Come on, baby, let it happen," he growled against your ear, his breath hot and urgent.

"Give me that sweet cream." With a final, brutal slam, Mydei buried himself to the hilt and held still, his thick length pulsing and throbbing within your spasming heat. As your orgasm crashed through you, he released a guttural roar of pleasure, his own climax erupting deep inside you as he spilled his hot seed in great, pulsing jets. Together, you rode out the waves of intense bliss, bodies trembling and slick with sweat as you clung to each other in the aftermath of your passion.

Slowly, savoring the lingering aftershocks, Mydei's movements gentled, reducing to shallow, soothing strokes that helped ease your release. He held you close, breathing heavily against your neck as he nuzzled the soft, sweaty skin, inhaling deeply to anchor this moment in his senses. Once your contractions subsided and the intense tremors turned to a languid shudder, Mydei pulled out slightly, just enough to brush a tender kiss across your parted lips.

Withdrawing completely, he rolled to your side, then gently flipped you onto your stomach, propping your upper body with a supporting arm beneath your chest while his thighs bracketed your hips.

Cradling you in his embrace, Mydei positioned himself once more, his thick cock nudging against your dripping slit with a lewd squelch that sent a shiver down his spine." Not done with you yet, baby," he husked, his voice an intimate murmur. Then, with a possessive press of his hips, he sheathed himself fully within you once again, stretching your receptive heat around his formidable girth.

“W-What?!” You squealed out loud and blushed, you wanted to take a small break but you didn’t mind to go for a round three.

"Oh, you're going to mind, little slut," Mydei chuckled low in his throat, pleased by your surprise and blushing reaction. He loved seeing how his every dominant action could still fluster and delight you. His large hand found its way to yours, pulling it away from your flushed cheek.

He brought it to his lips, leaving a slow, sensual kiss atop your knuckles as a playful reprimand. "You thought you could beg off already, hmm? I'd love to teach you a lesson on how to ask politely... but it just wouldn't be the same without this eager body beneath me." Withdrawing slightly, Mydei emphasized his point by tracing your soaked slit with the broad head of his cock, deliberately drawing out your desperation and his own growing need.

"I'm not done breaking you in, just to reassure you. So, let's get comfortable... and give daddy what he wants." As he spoke, Mydei positioned himself to take advantage of your receptive state, sliding back in to the hilt with a deep, satisfying sigh. He began to move anew, setting a leisurely pace for the moment, slow and deep strokes meant to delight as much as dominate, his cock coaxing out your desires with every deliberate thrust.

You moaned out loud, as your pussy clutched around his veiny thick cock. “D-Daddy…please fill me up again!

The plea from your parted lips echoed through the chamber like a siren's call, awakening a primal urge within him. It was an explicit invitation, a wanton admission that only served to fuel the fire burning bright within his emerald depths. "You want daddy's seed?" Mydei purred, a low, husky tone dripping with dark promise.

His words sent shivers coursing through your very core as he began to pick up the rhythm, each deep, deliberate thrust driving you closer to the precipice of another climax.As he spoke, Mydei's large hand trailed down your sweaty flank, his fingers curling underneath to cup and tease your engorged clit - a sinful act meant to unravel you further. "You know you were made for this, baby. Desperate to be filled, bred, and claimed by me."

With a possessive growl, Mydei angled his hips, slamming into you with renewed ferocity as he targeted that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within your clenching heat. He ravished your most intimate depths, relentless in his pursuit to drive you to the brink and then beyond.

Waves of electric pleasure washed through you, each ruthless thrust of his impressive cock threatening to shatter your world into blissful oblivion. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh punctuated the salacious symphony as he expertly worked your body, driven by an unquenchable thirst for sheer, carnal gratification.

As the intensity mounted, Mydei's hand left your clit to wrap around your throat, just a hint of pressure to remind you of his dominance. "Let go, baby," he commanded, his voice a low, menacing promise filled with dark delight. "Drown in the ecstasy I'm building inside you."With a final, brutal surge, Mydei pounded into your clutching heat with enough force to make the bedframe creak, seeking that magic spot that would send you over the edge into rapture.

His thick length throbbing, unyielding, and insistent within your spasming canal, he gave a sensual, intimate thrust, the head bumping against your cervix as he unleashed a torrent of hot, virile seed deep inside you. The sensation of him filling you to the brim, his essence mingling with your own, was enough to push you into the abyss. As you came all over his cock, panting heavily. You looked up at him with a small tired smile as he smiled back and patted your head.

Emotions played across his face, each fleeting expression more tender than the last. Satisfaction, affection, even a spark of reverence that bespoke the depth of his devotion. As if he could savor the sight of you sated and content, the soft flush still dancing on your skin, and the tiny smile playing about your lips - proof that in this moment, at least, you were his world.Lifting a large, calloused hand, Mydei gently stroked your hair, the tender gesture a stark contrast to the brutality that had come before.

His emerald eyes shone with warmth and adoration as he murmured, "Beautiful, baby. You're so incredibly beautiful." There was no arrogance in the claim, no hint of possessiveness or domination. Only raw, unfiltered love and pride in the vulnerable, radiant creature cradled in his arms."Sleep now, baby," he encouraged softly, his breathing still ragged from their intense passions. "I'll clean us up and take care of you. We can resume our fun later... or not. Your call, love."

You giggled softly in response as you snuggled closely to him. “I need a break for a whole week…”

The tender, delighted noise drew a rich chuckle from Mydei's throat, a low, rumbling sound that caused his massive frame to vibrate against yours. "A whole week? Greedy girl," he teased with a playful nip to your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "But maybe we can work something out. After all, I did promise to take care of you." In a fluid motion, Mydei drew you into a comforting embrace, his strong arms encircling you like a safeguard against the outside world.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, inhaling your scent and letting the tranquility of the moment seep into his very being. "Sleep, baby," he cooed softly, a gentle tone belying the raw intensity of a moment ago. "I'll be right here when you wake up... ready to start our next adventure together." As reassurance, he gently squeezed your hip before releasing it, signaling his intent to give you the rest you craved. Mydei's own exhaustion wasn't far behind, the relentless pace of their passions leaving him drained in more ways than one.

Embracing the comfort of his hold, you let your eyes drift shut and slowly sank into the warm embrace, the steady rhythm of his heart a lullaby. As drowsiness claimed you, Mydei tenderly wiped the sweat from your brow, his calloused fingers brushing your flushed skin with a mix of reverence and affection.Watching you slip into slumber, a soft, wistful smile played on Mydei's lips. His large frame shifted to accommodate the weight of your body nestled against his side, a pose of protection and peace. As you surrendered to rest, he drew the blankets up, gently pulling a pillow beneath your head.

The softness enveloped you like a loving caress, the intimate gesture an extension of the infinite care he had for the person you were, both body and soul. "Rest now, my love," he murmured, planting a soft, gentle kiss to your temple. "Tomorrow is a new day, full of endless possibilities. And whatever adventures we choose, I promise we'll face them together."

With those sweet words, Mydei settled in beside you, an uncompromising vigil he maintained even as exhaustion threatened to claim his own rest. Your safety was paramount, a trust and faith deeply intertwined with his very essence.

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[b1adie]

In hope, in vain, we must follow our destinies on this unknown path. Hero, divine, puppet, prisoner… which of these things are you?

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