#sylus loving hours

[sichore]

Jotting down some myth ramblings before I forget

Of course Sylus is a dragon. Of course he treated MC so harshly because that is how they met and how he knows them. Teeth and claws and rage to hide their fragile heart, not unlike himself. That weird, naive boy who was born soft and unprotected from the harsh world. Who grew horns and tails no matter how much he cut them off because please, please, let him be soft.

He is convergent evolution. He is the requiem for a dragon's dream. "Go naked into this world, for your scales can protect you no longer." And he adapts, and survives, and is cursed to live.

To live.

Dragons are desire, incarnate. He sees that in her, and she is starved, so be feeds her. "Here is my flesh, and here is my blood." He brings her to the feast and she bites into it until blood runs down her chin and it is bitter, bitter, but she likes it, because it's her heart, too.

They are inseparable and insatiable and it ends how it began: they killed her dragon, so the world burns.

He was born soft, and is cursed to live.

[bluukive]

Jerking them off - LaDS

mdni

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off from behind when he's sleepy, your chest against his back whilst your hand pumps his aching cọck. He's overstimulated, having come twice already, and his face is red from the lewd squelching noises your hand makes against him. He lets his head fall back to your shoulder, murmuring heated words of encouragement - Xavier

ᡣ𐭩 has his larger hand over yours as you jerk him off together. He rolls his hips up and fucks the makeshift hole both of your hands have made. His other hand is pressed up against your own pụssy, cupping and stroking it erratically as you both pleasure each other in unison (almost) - Caleb

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off through his pants. It's something new he likes to indulge in, a complete contrast to his usually clean appearance. Breathy groans leave his lips as he bucks his clothed hips upwards to meet your hand, ass, whatever is grinding against him at that moment. He eventually comes in his underwear with a spasm - Rafayel

ᡣ𐭩 Makes you watch him jerk himself off whilst you're restrained. Ignores all of your begging and pleading whines whilst looking down at you with a blank expression, but you know him too well. The subtle hitches of his breath and the way his throat bobs told you everything you need to know about how he's feeling - Sylus

ᡣ𐭩 Prefers to pleasure you, but on the rare occasion he lets you touch? He's tugging you onto his lap and guiding his hand to his cock so that you could stroke it. His forehead is pressed against yours as he murmurs low words of praise, occasionally pecking your cheek or lips - Zayne

[yapperingtinaa]

Crying in Sylus's arms when things get overwhelmingly bad, his heart aches at the sight of you struggling to stop the tears, your cries muffled against his broad chest.

Sylus's mind raced with anything he could think of to help you feel better - he'd thought of preparing the shooting range to let out all your frustrations or cook your favourite dishes or even coaxing you to go out to get some fresh air together.

But no, you didn't want any of that, with your arms wrapped tightly around his middle as you buried your tear-streaked face into his shoulder, your voice a pained whisper as he listened to your small plea -

"Stay, please." Your voice cracked slightly from all the crying, your body trembling from the intense emotions you were feeling as you slowly lifted your face to look up at him, your expression utterly distraught and exhausted. "I don't want anything else. Just you, please."

You didn't need to tell him twice as Sylus's arms instinctively pulled you closer to him, one hand moved up to cup your cheek as he gently wiped away the tears. "Shh. Its okay."

He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before holding you firmer in his arms, the warmth of his body and his soothing reassurance made you melt against his hold. "Everything will be okay. I won't ever leave you alone."

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh, you rested comfortably against him. His hand caressing your back to soothe you more, his calm voice echoing in your mind before the fatigue finally settled in as you fell asleep in his embrace.

"Rest, my beloved. I'll be here when you wake up."

[comatosebunny09]

First time in a long time sex.

That yearning sex. That “I’ve pined for you for years” sex. That “I’ve missed you” sex.

Hot, heavy, sweaty. Ugly. Mouths open, panting. Raw. Unfettered. Breathless chuckles and goofy grins throughout. Intense eye contact. Groans slipping through parted, kiss-swollen lips.

Been at it for hours. No sense of time.

“Take me, take me, take me,” he praises like a mantra, the curl of his voice making your walls hiccup around him as he rubs your clit.

A hand wrapped around your throat. A thumb drawing your lip down, pushing into your mouth. Tongue jutting out to taste it.

Open-mouthed kisses, sighing each other’s names. Your nails embedding waning moons into his traps. His grip bruising, body mooring you to the bed.

He won’t let you get away—not this time. Not like you’d want to. Waited so long to feel him like this.

He pounds into you so good until you’re both soundless, yet you can’t look away. Skin slapping. The headboard smacking against the wall. Bed threatens to give way.

Like he can’t buy another one.

Tears stream down your face, and he furrows his brows. He leans down to pour every emotion he’s held back into your body with a kiss.

Your fingers twine together. Squeezing. He pants against your lips, hips stuttering. The world slides into a blissful shade of white. Toe-curling, mind-numbing, tongue-lolling sex.

I need that.

[starmocha]

I have no friends that play lads and after the trailer with Caleb my mind is in ruins and all i can think is arranged marriage between Colonel Caleb and his general's daughter. Ughh the tension and the dramaaaaa.

Thats it, thats all i had to say, thank you for coming to my ted talk (i really needed to yap about that to someone) 😂😂😂😂😂

🥹 Anon~ come back. Let's chat some more. I'll entertain all of your Caleb brainrots 🫶 You should also know that I saw this message this afternoon while I was out shopping.......the high-pitched gasp I had let out in public, because why is this right up my alley 😭😭😭 Ok I originally thought out like the whole situation in bullet points, but writing this one scene gotten out of control, because why did I get so into it, so I guess...consider this a snippet of sorts (it's kind of messy, but I was rushing)? 🫣 (or should I polish this up and repost it as an actual fic? I'm really digging this premise, if I'm honest 🤔)

You didn't have a say.

You didn't agree to this marriage. The General—your father, you remind yourself, often feeling emotionally estranged from the man who has never once raised you, viewing you as secondary to his military career—has arranged for you to wed his colonel.

Colonel Caleb. He is young, ambitious, and with a bright future ahead of him. He will rise through the ranks quickly, many believe. No one is surprised that the young man is betrothed to the general's daughter. It seems only right that such an esteemed union should happen, bringing two honorable families together.

You didn't have a say.

The General—your father, you correct yourself again, your nerves getting the best of you—is walking you down the aisle, his arm looped around yours—tightly. The organ is playing the Wedding March. Why does it sound like a dirge?

All eyes are on you, the blushing bride in her beautiful pristine white, lacy long-sleeved demure wedding gown. You didn’t choose this. You didn’t want to wear this dress. You didn’t want to wear this style. This isn’t you.

You didn't have a say.

The guests are all part of the military. You don't know these people. They're the General's—Father's—acquaintances. His peers, his colleagues. Subordinates and superiors. They are all acquaintances of his. Who are these strangers?

"Don't mess this up," he whispers under his breath as you approach your waiting groom, dressed in his most formal uniform for this nuptial. This is his only fatherly advice as he gives his one daughter's hand away—to a man she doesn't even know.

You don't have a say.

The ceremony proceeds without a hitch. You didn't look at your groom, or rather, you barely registered the man in front of you. You had moved through the motion, did everything you were supposed to, just like in the pre-rehersal ceremony, but you weren't there. It was like your mind had slipped away, and your body was just moving along on autopilot.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest declares.

Your mind returns, and you still when he kisses you. There is cheering and applause. You aren't happy. Is he happy?

You close your eyes, just letting this happen. It will be over soon. Just let it happen.

You don't have a say.

His arm loops through yours, leading you back down the aisle. There is more cheering and applause, and as you leave the church, the sun shines brightly on your marriage, and flower petals are tossed in the air, raining down over you and your groom.

There is so much joy and congratulations. Why then does it feel like the end of the world?

You don't respond, your face unwittingly tucking away into his arm as he leads you away for the wedding reception.

You don't even remember the reception. Did it even happen? Did you eat? Danced? Were there speeches or well-wishes? What did the wedding cake taste like?

You don't remember.

It was mid-afternoon when you had left the church, but now suddenly nightfall came without warning. How did that happen?

You exit a car, your hand in his.

This is a hotel. Right. A hotel.

It's your wedding night. A marriage is consummated on the wedding night. That is how it typically goes.

You have to consummate your marriage. You have to...sleep with your newly-wedded husband. Your husband. Caleb.

You didn't want to consummate this marriage. You didn't even want to get married. But you couldn't say no. You couldn't say no to any of this, and now, you know you also couldn't say no to him.

You don't have a say.

His hand is so much bigger than yours, you notice, as he holds yours, silently guiding you to your honeymoon suite.

Every step, every action, brings you closer to that moment. You barely register anything, not even hearing the beep when Caleb swipes the key card on the digital lock of the suite.

You're led into an extravagant suite. There is a vase of red roses and champagne chilling in an ice bucket, all courtesy of the hotel.

Still, you don't feel like you are in the moment, being completely lost in your head. You have to sleep with him. You didn’t want to marry him. You don't want to be married. You don't want to sleep with him. You don't want him.

You don't have a say.

He pours you a glass of champagne. You drink it, hoping it will calm your nerves. It doesn't. You feel like you are slipping, thoughts running haywire.

"You look very beautiful," he says, his hand brushing away the loose strands of hair that framed your face. His hand cups your face, his lips on yours before you even realize what is happening.

He sets the glasses to the side, taking you to bed. You sit on the edge next to him, his lips on yours again. You're not responding. He stills, but just for a moment. Did he notice? He continues, his lips along your neck, his hand reaching behind you for the zipper of your wedding dress.

You feel a chill.

He undresses you, lays you on the bed, completely exposed to him. You're not registering anything, breathing shuddering as he looms over you, slowly undressing himself now.

This is happening. You can't say no. Just go with it. It will all be over soon. Just do your duties. Just drift away, and it will all end soon.

He leans down and kisses you again, and you don't respond. His hands explores you, and you close your eyes, trying to think of anything but this moment. You don't even realize that you are tensing until he stops.

"You're...crying?"

You gasp, eyes opening in shock when he brushes your tears away. He looks hurt. Why?

He kisses your forehead. "We don't have to do this," he reassures you.

You don't understand. This is expected. You can't say no. You couldn't say no to any of this. You can't say no to him either.

"We...don't?" You find your voice, as small and scared as it was.

There is so much sadness in his eyes. Why?

He smiles. There is no joy. He smiles and shakes his head.

"But...I...have...to....we have to..."

He is confused. "Says who?"

Is he really expecting an actual response? You feel lost and confused.

"Every...everyone," you answer him.

He huffs and shakes his head again. "We don't have to," he says again. "I won't force myself on you if you're uncomfortable."

"But...we are married—"

"We are married," he says firmly, "You are my wife, and I am your husband. What happens—or doesn't happen—behind closed doors is our business. Not anyone else's."

But people will talk. Time will pass, and people will start wondering why you aren't pregnant yet. That is how it goes, right? First comes marriage and then comes the baby carriage, or however the fuck it's supposed to go. You have to go through with this, the whole nine yards, or people will talk.

The military is full of secrets, but rumors will still snake their way throughout until it reaches your father. If he knows, he will blame you for embarrassing him in front of his colleagues. For being a worthless daughter who couldn't do this one thing right.

You have no say in this. You can rebel all you want, but he will always make you cower in the end and bend to his will, just like how this marriage has happened.

"We have to," you tell Caleb, surprising him, "I'm...I'm okay with this."

You gasp when he pulls you up and into his arms, your face pressed to his chest. His hand is big, you think again, feeling it stroking the back of your head, but you also realize it is so gentle. He is so much bigger than you, can easily overpower and overwhelm you, but he doesn't.

He is so, so gentle with you. Why?

You don't even realize you had started crying, your body trembling against his, until he asks, "Are you scared of me?"

And you pause, breathing still shaky.

He continues to rub the back of your head. He sighs suddenly, and he whispers into your hair, "You don't have to be scared of me. I won't hurt you. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to."

"It’s...not you," you say eventually, still unsure if you were being completely truthful with him. "It’s..."

You falter, unsure of where your fears truly lie. Him? The Gener—Father? Or...everything?

He shushes you again. "Don't worry about anyone else. Just trust me."

You look up hesitantly, your tears blurring your vision. He brushes away those tears.

You're looking at him. Truly looking at him for the first time.

His eyes are violet, you realize suddenly. They are so pretty.

"I'll protect you," he promises, "I'll keep you safe, so please....please don't be scared of me."

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Thinking again about how dragons are creatures famously known for gathering and hoarding treasure, and for being extremely greedy and possessive of said treasure. Sylus literally has a whole-ass vault dedicated solely to all the gems he's collected over the years. Being generous is typically not in a dragon's nature. They don't share, much less give away valuables.

And yet with MC...

And these are just examples I could think of on the spot. But it is a consistent and frequent pattern with Sylus going all the way back to his myth where he constantly gifts her the most valuable treasures at hand and more besides.

This gets me so good b/c dear Lord he loves her so much that it actually overrides his base instincts. If it'd make MC happy, he'd give her every single gem and stone in his vault/lair without hesitation.

[ittybittyfanblog]

Part 2 (?) of the hybrid!reader x beast tamer!sylus blurb (also my first proper attempt at writing full smut!!) *runs away and hides* CW: Smut (+size kink), Hybrid!AU | 1.2k words | Pt. 1 <- here !

"Nnggh—t-too much," you mewl, voice breaking on the last syllable as your body jolts with every deep, measured thrust. The pleasure is overwhelming, teetering on the edge of being unbearable, yet you can’t stop it. 

Your grip on the sheets is wrenched away—useless against the brutal pace, the relentless pounding from underneath you, your back pressed flushed against his chest.

His large, calloused palm finds your face, fingers curling around your cheeks, squeezing, forcing your mouth open. Your breath stutters, eyes tearing up as you choke around the long, thick digits pushing past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. Effectively gagging you. 

The moment you try to squirm away, his hold on you tightens. Sylus lets out a breathless laugh, almost indulgent, as he nuzzles his nose against your temple, breathing you in. He feels it—the delicious way your tight hole flutters around his cock as you tense up, fruitless in its attempt at resisting the overwhelming, almost painful, intrusion. He loops a solid, sinewy arm around both your thighs, hoisting it higher, forcing you wider, until there’s nowhere left to run. He splits you apart with every deliberate thrust, dragging his hard length along your slick, overly sensitive walls, stretching you beyond your limits.

“M-ma’ter—” you whimper pathetically around his fingers.

Ah. 

That shattered little plea sends something dark and electric down his spine. A sharp hiss leaves his mouth, his grip on you flexing—possessive. Oh, how he loves this. Loves the way you tremble in his embrace, utterly helpless against the sheer size of him. Loves the way your body struggles around his girth, trying—and failing—to take all of him, fully, inside you.

"S-s’ow dow’, pw’ea—" your muffled words spill out between broken gasps, slurred and drenched around the fingers still holding your tongue firmly down. Spit trickles from the corner of your bruised lips down to your chin, glistening rivulets of your desperation, and he groans at the sight of it. At the sheer debauchery of you.

You’re a vision, he thinks, near euphoric. 

But he doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even consider it. How could he, when you begged so prettily? If anything, the pace stays merciless—punishing, unrelenting. All-consuming. As if he’s daring you to try and escape again.

Too much. 

Too big. 

Too deep.

Ah, but he doesn’t stop. Because he knows you can take it. Knows you will.

And gods, do you struggle.

It’s intoxicating—the way you writhe against him, comically tiny compared to his broad frame, completely at his mercy. He can see it in the way you wince, the way you chew on his fingers using your sharp, little fangs. Trying so hard to withstand the unforgiving push and pull of his thick length, driving in and out of your sore pussy. 

So weak beneath him. So perfect like this. 

He drinks in every broken sob, every little flinch. Every desperate attempt to wiggle away—only to be dragged right back where you belong. Powerless. Caught. Owned.

Sylus licks his thumb, wetting the pad, before trailing it down your sticky pussy. He caresses his finger against your outer lips, teasing your twitching hole before sliding up—catching that swollen, aching bundle of nerves before pressing down.

He moves in slow, deliberate circles; coaxing your achy, engorged clit to give him what he wants.  Your reaction is instantaneous. You jolt like you’ve been electrified, a broken cry slipping past your spit-slick lips. Your whole body seizes as you clamp down on him, walls spasming, squeezing him so hard it knocks the air from his lungs. His cock twitches inside you, hard and throbbing. He’s driven nearly to madness by the sight of the white ring forming around the base of him while he forces you up and down—like some kind of personal fucktoy—and the lewd sounds that come from your violent lovemaking. 

"That’s it," he purrs, voice raspy, near reverent. "Take it."

And you do.

You take it because he won’t let you run. Because he wants you like this—desperate, corrupted, brain-dead in his arms. Because he's relentless, and because he's bigger, stronger, and you’ve never felt safer than you are when you're with him, despite his forceful ministrations. (You’ve wanted this, after all.) 

Because you’re his—beautiful, pliant, domesticated—pet. 

His. 

Sylus hums, dragging his lips over the flushed skin of your throat, where your pulse thrums wildly beneath his teeth. He lingers there, nipping at the delicate flesh, savouring the way you arch into him, tail shooting upwards.

His free hand smooths down the expanse of your thigh before tightening around the soft, supple muscle. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice like crushed velvet, tinged with wry amusement. "You don’t even know what to do with yourself, do you?"

The words wreak a shiver through you, a full-body tremor that he feels everywhere—around him, against him. It’s as if your body itself is a live wire, made to heed his call. 

His hold on you tightens further, a steady pillar that grounds you.

"You like this, don’t you? Being made to take me?" He pushes his fingers deeper down your throat, silencing the tiny whimper that slips out. "No need to answer. I already know."

The sharp inhale you take, almost a gurgling sound, and the way you pulse around him in response—it’s all the confirmation he needs.

You’ll be a good little kitten for him. Won’t you?  So you just give him a small nod, eyes wide and wet. You gaze at him with an endearingly dumb, dazed look on your face, and Sylus knows you're close. He feels it in the way it pulsates around him; that unbearable squeeze, along with the stinging pinch of your nails on his forearms. It sends a rush of heat through his veins, fervid and heady, stoking his hunger like a kindling flame. 

Your lashes flutter, pupils dilating into impossible pools of black, and he watches—utterly mesmerized.

"Ah, there it is," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction, laced with something darker. "You’re right there, aren’t you?"

Your response is near incoherent; a choked sob, a desperate whine. Your body twitches—contracting in uncontrolled, uneven spasms as your juices continuously drip, wetting his cock, drenching the both of you.

Lust coils in his stomach, heavy and searing. You’re trying so hard to take him, but you can’t. Not properly. Not completely. You’re too delicate, too tight—ambitious thing that you are, caught in the impossible task of handling all of him. 

It’s fucking maddening.

Sylus adjusts his grip, firm hands roaming over your body, grounding you as you tremble on top of him. His left thumb indents into the dip of your hip, fingers mapping out every little tremor, every miniscule movement. You’re so soft, so pliant. So utterly overwhelmed. 

Your ears flatten against your skull, and he can’t help but steal a kiss on the downy fur. "You can take it," he coos softly, a stark contrast to the aggressive way he fucks his dick into you. "I know you can."

The pressure builds higher, unbearable now. The sensations coil deep inside you, a devastating rise toward the inevitable. And Sylus watches—soaking in every second, drinking in the moment before you unravel before him, and he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. 

"Come on," he urges, two of his fingers rubbing against your clit, forcing your pleasure to crest. "Let go for me."

His command is the final push. And then—

[purinrei]

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ RED FLAG

⋆˚˖ wc. 2.3k+ ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ p. sylus x fem!reader ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ nsfw mdni

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cw: heavy degradation, dom!sylus, overstimulation, choking, face-fucking, rough handling, light pain play (spanking), power dynamics, sylus being a menace, explicit language, and intense tension.

this may or may not be cannon, I’ll let you decide..

y’all I know it’s a little repetitive.. i wrote it, also lowercase is intended, the caps were making me angry to type so I js did it in all lowercase. Happy reading

the fight started like it always did—sharp words, frustration burning in your chest, and sylus standing there like he had all the time in the world.

“you don’t get to decide things for me, sylus!” your voice cracked as you glared at him, fists clenched at your sides. “you disappear, you throw yourself into danger, and I’m just supposed to be okay with it?”

sylus exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. “kitten,” he drawled, “i handle things my way. you knew that from the start.”

“you don’t handle things, you shut me out!” you nails dug into your palms, frustration twisting into something raw. “you act like nothing matters, not me, not what I think, not what happens to you—”

sylus was on you in an instant, his hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“careful,” he murmured, red eyes burning into yours. “you’re starting to sound like you think you can tell me what to do.”

your breath hitched, your body tensing, but it wasn’t fear keeping you still—it was him. that steady, unshaken control that wrapped around you like a vice.

his thumb brushed your lip, slow and deliberate. “you’re cute when you’re mad,” he said, tilting his head. “all bark, no bite.”

you tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“you piss me off,” you snapped, but the heat in your voice wasn’t just anger anymore.

sylus smirked. “that so?” his fingers traced along your jaw, his touch featherlight, mocking. “then why are you still standing here, kitten?”

because he knew.

knew how to unravel you. knew that every sharp word, every push and pull, only made you want him more.

and worst of all? he knew you liked it.

your silence made his smirk widen. “that’s what i thought.”

his other hand skimmed down your waist, slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world. his fingers trailed lower, playing with the waistband of your shorts.

your breath hitched. “sylus—”

“you’ve got a real mouth on you,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “maybe I should put it to better use.”

before you could react, he was sinking to his knees.

your heart slammed against your ribs. “wait—”

“why?” his hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he looked up at you through thick lashes. “scared you won’t be able to stand once I’m done with you?”

your stomach flipped. “sylus—”

he chuckled, dark and low. “that’s cute.”

then he hooked his fingers into your shorts and yanked them down.

you gasped as the cool air hit your skin, but sylus didn’t give you time to react. he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, his teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver.

your hands flew to his shoulders, trying to keep your balance as he nudged your legs further apart.

“already trembling,” he mused, pressing a hot kiss against your clothed core. “and i haven’t even started yet.”

you whimpered, your fingers tightening against him.

Sylus clicked his tongue. “what happened to all that fire, kitten? just a minute ago, you were so eager to put me in my place.”

his teeth grazed against the thin fabric, a teasing pressure that made your legs shake.

“you—” your voice broke as he dragged his tongue over the soaked fabric, slow and deliberate.

“me?” His breath was warm against you. “i think you meant please, sylus.”

you swallowed hard, your pride warring with your desperation.

he exhaled, amused. “suit yourself.”

then he pulled your panties aside and licked a long, slow stripe through your folds.

your whole body jerked, a choked moan slipping past your lips.

sylus groaned against you. “sweet as always,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

his grip on your thighs tightened as he buried his face between them, licking into you with a slow, torturous precision.

your head tilted back, a breathless whine escaping you.

he hummed in approval, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. “look at you,” he murmured between lazy strokes of his tongue. “falling apart already.”

you gasped as he sucked lightly on your clit, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“s-sylus—”

“you taste desperate,” he mused, his fingers digging into your thighs. “like you’ve been waiting for this.”

youYou had, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of saying it.

he smirked against you. “still holding out?” his tongue flicked over your clit, teasing, taunting. “i can be patient, kitten.”

you whimpered, your thighs trembling around his head.

sylus chuckled darkly. “or maybe i should just keep you like this. weak. shaking. begging.”

your pride shattered. “please,” you gasped. “sylus, please—”

his grip tightened. “that’s better.”

then he pressed his tongue flat against your clit and devoured you.

your knees buckled, a broken cry ripping from your throat as pleasure slammed into you.

sylus groaned against you, drinking in every sound, every tremble, every sharp gasp.

and just when you thought you’d finally tip over the edge—he stopped.

a whimper tore from your lips. “no—”

sylus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, red eyes gleaming with amusement. “you don’t get to cum yet, kitten.”

you stared at him, still shaking, your breath uneven. “you bastard—”

he laughed, slow and dark. “you’re so cute.”

then he flipped you onto the couch, pinning you beneath him with ease.

“you really think you get to tell me what to do?” his fingers slipped between your legs, sliding over your soaked folds. “look at you. dripping all over my fingers. desperate. pathetic.”

you whimpered, your body arching into him.

sylus smirked, pressing his lips to your ear. “now, let’s see how much you can take before i finally fuck you.”

sylus had you right where he wanted you.

pinned beneath him, legs spread, your body still trembling from the way he’d devoured you—only to stop just before you could fall apart.

you whimpered, your nails digging into his arms. “sylus—”

he smirked, red eyes gleaming as he tilted his head. “that’s not my problem, kitten.” his fingers trailed along your thigh, light, teasing. “you should’ve begged sooner.”

your hips bucked against him, desperate for something, but sylus only clicked his tongue.

“look at you,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “still so needy. you just don’t learn, do you?”

his fingers traced lower, skimming over your soaked entrance but not pushing in. just hovering, making you squirm.

“you’re dripping,” he mused, as if you were the one at fault. “and all for me.”

you whimpered, your breathing uneven. “please—”

sylus exhaled, pleased. “better,” he murmured. “but not good enough.”

then he slapped your soaked cunt.

you gasped, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the sting shot through you—sharp, sudden, and so good it made your body jerk.

sylus chuckled darkly. “that got your attention.”

you trembled beneath him, your legs weak as he slid his fingers between your folds, rubbing slow, lazy circles around your entrance.

“such a mess,” he murmured, almost mockingly. “all that fight, all that attitude—just to end up like this. weak. helpless.”

his fingers dipped in, barely, before pulling back out, teasing you mercilessly.

you let out a choked whimper, your nails raking down his arms. “sylus, please—”

“please what?” His voice was a purr, smooth and taunting. “use your words, kitten.”

you swallowed hard, your pride warring with your desperation.

sylus sighed, clicking his tongue. “still stubborn?” his fingers slid in—just enough to make you moan—before withdrawing again. “maybe I should just leave you like this.”

your eyes snapped open in panic. “no!—”

he smirked, amused by how quickly you broke. “then say it.”

your pride shattered. “please,” you gasped. “please, sylus—f-fuck me, use me, just—just do something—”

sylus groaned, his fingers tightening around your waist. “good girl.”

then he slammed two fingers inside you.

your back arched instantly, a strangled moan ripping from your throat as he curled them, pressing right against that spot that made your legs shake.

“fuck,” sylus muttered, watching your reaction with dark satisfaction. “took you long enough.”

his fingers pumped into you, slow but deep, dragging along your walls with calculated precision.

you whined, your body writhing beneath him.

“that’s it,” he murmured. “whine for me. let me hear how pathetic you sound when I fuck you with my fingers.”

you gasped, your nails scraping down his arms as his pace quickened, his fingers fucking into you so deep you could barely think.

hell, you could barely form words, your moans spilling out in ragged, broken gasps as he fucked you open with his fingers, stretching you, making sure you felt every inch.

“look at you,” sylus murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “so dumb. so fucking wet.”

his fingers curled, hitting that spot again, making you cry out.

“you gonna cum?” he taunted. “gonna soak my hand like the needy little thing you are?”

you nodded frantically, your breath hitching. “please—”

sylus chuckled, low and dark. “too bad.”

then he pulled his fingers out.

a broken whimper left your throat, your body trembling as you were left aching, so close, so close..

sylus brought his fingers to his lips, his red eyes never leaving yours as he licked them clean.

you shuddered.

his smirk widened. “you taste fucking perfect.”

then he was pressing you back down, his body covering yours, the heat of him making you whimper.

his hand slid between your legs, teasing you with the tip of his cock, rubbing against your entrance but not pushing in.

“you want it, kitten?” his voice was silk, smooth and taunting.

you nodded, your hands clutching at him. “mhm—”

sylus hummed. “i dunno,” he mused, dragging his cock against you, making you feel how thick he was. “you’ve been pretty fucking bratty tonight.”

you whimpered, trying to press down, to take him yourself—

sylus grabbed your hips, holding you still.

“ah, ah,” he tsked, his grip bruising. “not until I say so.”

tears pricked at your eyes from the need. “sylus, please, i—i need it, i need you—”

his lips curled into a smirk, his red eyes gleaming.

“that’s better,” he murmured.

then he pushed in.

slowly.

your breath hitched, your back arching as he stretched you inch by inch, making you feel every part of him.

sylus groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuck, you’re tight.”

you gasped, nails digging into his back as he bottomed out, filling you completely.

sylus leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “you belong to me, kitten.”

you were a mess.

your body trembled, your breath shaky, your skin burning with overstimulation. sylus had already dragged you through wave after wave of pleasure, leaving you whimpering beneath him, barely able to keep yourself upright. but he wasn’t done with you yet.

his red eyes burned as he watched you—ruined, desperate, still needing more. his smirk curled, sharp and teasing.

“look at you,” he muttered, his grip tightening around your waist before dragging his fingers up your body, stopping at your chin. he tilted your face up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “you’re wrecked, kitten.”

you gasped as he pulled away completely, your body aching at the loss, a desperate whine slipping from your lips.

sylus chuckled, dark and low. “dont pout.” his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging sharply as he guided you down onto your knees. “you know what to do.”

you barely had time to breathe before he pressed himself against your lips. you opened for him, letting him slide inside, your tongue curling around him as you hollowed your cheeks.

“fuck,” sylus groaned, his head tipping back for a brief moment before his red eyes dropped to you again, his grip in your hair tightening. “that’s it—take me in.”

he didn’t let you set the pace. his hand held you there, guiding your movements, forcing you to take him deep. you gagged, your throat tightening around him, and he grinned.

“you love this, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice thick with amusement. “on your knees, drooling all over me. so fucking desperate to be used.”

you moaned around him, your hands gripping his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. he groaned at the sensation, his pace quickening, his pleasure unraveling—

but then his free hand slid between your legs.

your whole body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping around him as his fingers found your slick, already sensitive from everything he’d done to you before. but sylus was relentless, two fingers sliding in with ease, curling just right—

your eyes rolled back, a muffled whimper escaping your throat.

sylus chuckled, his smirk sharp. “oh? you weren’t expecting that?” his fingers thrust deep, his pace perfectly matching the way he fucked into your mouth. “you’re so easy to play with, kitten. so fucking responsive.”

you trembled, pleasure coiling tight in your core. his fingers were ruthless, pressing against that perfect spot inside you, dragging you higher and higher—

“you better cum before I do,” sylus warned, his voice dark, amused. “or I won’t let you.”

your entire body tensed, your release hitting you hard, pleasure crashing over you as you came undone around his fingers. you gasped, whimpering against him, your thighs shaking—

and sylus groaned, his grip tightening in your hair. “dont spill a fucking drop.”

he thrust deep, his release spilling into your mouth as you swallowed around him, your body still trembling from your own orgasm.

he watched you, red eyes sharp, his fingers still buried inside you, dragging out every last aftershock before finally pulling away.

but he didn’t let go of you.

his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up. “open your mouth.”

you did, your lips parting, tongue out, showing him you’d swallowed everything.

sylus smirked, pleased. “good girl.”

his fingers brushed over your jaw, his voice dropping into something lower, more dangerous. “if you hadn’t—” he chuckled, thumb dragging along your swollen bottom lip. “i would’ve had to teach you a lesson.”

and the look in his eyes told you he meant it.

© purinrei 2025, pls don’t steal, edit / translate, or repost my works on other platforms without asking. thank you pookies

[aetherixart]

Nightly Rendezvous~

[aerieinthenest]

Whose Shirt?

Sylus x MC Drabble

(Will be crossposted to my Ao3 too)

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“Sy, it’s too hot in here!”

The whiny voice of his beloved came echoing down the hallway adjacent to his office. Sylus had been cooped up in the dim room for a few hours, trying to get through as much paperwork as he could before he was dragged out of work mode to do something with the owner of the voice, undoubtedly sprawled out somewhere in the lounge room a few rooms away.

It was true though, the base of Onychinus was utterly sweltering in the heatwave that had set upon both Linkon City and the N109 Zone. The Deepspace Hunter had sought refuge in his den, thinking she’d be saved from the crappy cooling system in her cheap apartment building; which Sylus has offered to buy and replace numerous times, to his girlfriend’s chagrin, but the heat and the humidity that swarmed the air had infiltrated every crevice in the two cities.

The humidity in the base even had Sylus wondering if he’d even had a state of the art cooling system installed, or whether he’d dreamt the whole thing up.

With a snap of his fingers, he willed his Evol to place a decently sized desk fan to appear by the young woman lounging on his couch in the other room, already blowing cold air onto her damp skin. There was a barely audible sigh of relief before a chipper ‘thank you!’ reached his ears, pulling a soft chuckle from his lips as he returned to his work.

He’d barely typed another page‘s worth of the report he was writing when soft footsteps drew his attention to the door. There she was, clad in nothing but a sports bra and a sinfully small set of pyjama shorts to fend off the uncomfortable feeling of clothes sticking to skin; his beautiful girl, staring at him with the most adorable pout on her lips and a frown creasing her brow.

She padded right over to his desk, rounding the corner of the ornate wooden frame as he swivelled his chair around to face her, and plopped herself right into his lap. Arms winding around his shoulders, she buried her face into his neck, sighing in dejection. Sylus found himself chuckling as he steadied her on his lap, holding her gently to his chest.

“Now what could possibly be bothering you now, kitten?”

Another sigh was huffed onto his neck, the woman wriggling slightly as his fingers caressed patterns on the clammy skin on her back. “…too hot.”

“And yet here you are, in my lap, in the middle of a heatwave.” Sylus teased. “I must say, sweetie, the inner workings of your mind truly fascinate me sometimes.”

There that pouty face came again, filling his vision as she retreated from her hiding spot. “I missed you.”

“I’ve been sitting in here the whole time, you could’ve joined me at any point in the last three hours.” He reasoned, cocking his head to the side playfully. His hunter frowned deeper, shaking her head.

“No, I mean that we haven’t seen each other in a few weeks because I’ve been swarmed with missions from Jenna.“ She explained, shifting to straddle his legs. ”And then the one weekend I can spend with you for the first time in weeks is the same weekend we get a heatwave.”

Sylus sighed, tutting. “You know that can be easily fixed, right kitten?”

“If you tell me to quit my job and come work for Onychinus one more time, I swear I will walk right out of this base and not come back.”

He roared with laughter, jostling the woman on his lap who glared at him playfully. “Alright, I concede. This time.” She gave him a pointed look that dared him to try it again, eyebrow arched high. “You’ll find in time that joining Onychinus is filled with perks, sweetie. Namely, seeing me all the time.”

“If we’re seeing each other all the time, I fear Onychinus might crumble under a negligent boss-man.” Sylus pinched her thigh at the sassy tone, raising an eyebrow of his own.

“That’s precisely why we have Luke and Kieran. We’ll just send them to do the dirty work while we lounge in bed all night and day.”

His beloved gasped in mock horror, glancing at the door while her palms covered his mouth. “Don’t let them hear you say that. They’d be heartbroken you only see them as pawns.”

“As opposed to viewing them as…?”

“Sy, anyone in your inner circle possesses enough eyesight and common sense to see you value those boys like your own.”

“Kitten, I think you’re projecting onto me now.” That earned him a pinch to his cheek. “Besides, my inner circle entirely consists of Luke, Kieran and you.”

“Well, you better make sure I keep my lips sealed then, hm?” She brushed her nose against his, eyelashes brushing his skin delicately.

Sylus leaned in out of habit, ghosting his lips over hers as she pressed herself closer to his chest. “That won’t be difficult.” He sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply while she sighed from the contact.

Her lips disconnected from his after a moment, a frown on both of their faces. Sylus was not nearly close to finished with ravishing her mouth. “Kitten?”

Her fingers slid down from his neck where they had tangled in his silver strands, tracing softly down his shoulders until she reached the first button on his shirt.

“It’s too hot. Need to take this shirt off.”

Sylus leaned back, watching his hunter work diligently at the buttons.

“Sweetie, you are aware that this is my shirt?”

The devilish gleam in her eyes, coupled with the innocent smile on her face sent a thrill down his spine.

“I know.”

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Based on this interaction i had with sylus today:

[its-de]

Just saw the text messages we get from sylus if we don't log in for 30 days and him in the cafe home screen sounding so sad and hurt

"i thought you didn't want to see me"

"Come here, let me get a good look at you, i occasionally had moments of unease while you were gone, i was afraid a kitten got injured without me knowing, she was hiding in a corner to lick her wounds"

yeah.. i think i know what i will be crying about tonight 🫡

[moonlitbeth]

they said a facial expression could never make you pregnant. they lied.

[comatosebunny09]

Imagine being longtime friends with Zayne and harboring deep feelings for him, but having no idea how he feels about you because he keeps you at what feels like arm’s length.

Sometimes, you feel like a nuisance.

An annoying sister-figure Zayne deals with because he has to. Because he’s known you since you were children, and now he’s your doctor, so he’s obligated to be nice.

But sometimes, he confuses you because did he just compliment you unprovoked? Go out of his way to meet you for dinner? Give you his coat when the cold whisper of the breeze touches your spine? Stay in your living room late into the night talking with you, knowing he has to be up early tomorrow for work?

Whatever’s going on, it’s confusing as all hell. His signals are jumbled like spilled jigsaw pieces, and the accidental touches and the fleeting glances and the way he murmurs unguarded things to you in the dead of night makes your head fill with static, and—

You don’t think your heart can take much more of this push-and-pull, this game of hot and cold.

Besides, who would Zayne be to give someone as plain as you a shot in hell at him? He’s all big-time cardiac surgeon. All modelesque and incredibly smart and made of money, and you’re just a humble, nameless Hunter.

Enter Sylus.

Damn, he’s an asshole at first.

Sure, his beauty is otherworldly, and his voice makes your knees all wobbly. And he’s tall and masculine in every sense of the word, and fuck, he smells good.

But you typically wouldn’t give someone like him the time of day. He’s a criminal. Damn near mafia-affiliated. Talks too much shit, and your morals warn you against falling for him.

But, well…

You kinda…

Do.

With time you notice, hey, this guy isn’t too bad. He’s still the leader of Onychinus. Still a murderer and a thief and you’re still low-key traumatized from your first encounter with him.

But he’s not all jagged around the edges like he initially let on. Doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to what he wants. Wears his heart on his cuffed, designer sleeves when it comes to you.

There’s no riddle to his words. No mistaking how his hand sits possessively at the small of your back when he takes you with him to conduct business. No missing how he blatantly flirts and has even come close to kissing you once or twice.

He likes you, goddamit, if the PDA and the unguarded smiles and overprotectiveness are anything to go by.

And when you’re tucked away all safe in your bedroom, tuckered out from killing Wanderers and battling with your own emotions…

When you’re clad in your soft PJs and hugging your pillow to your bosom with your brain all fizzy as the sun seeks refuge beneath the horizon…

When, in your peripheral, your phone glows on your nightstand. And you worry your bottom with your teeth, scrutinizing the picture flooding your screen—sea-green eyes, kohl black hair, a name flanked in big red hearts.

He’s calling you. Again. Texting you, filling your watch with notifications, filling up the idle space of your home with the insistent hum of your phone, and it’s uncharacteristic of him to be so active.

As your phone forwards him to voicemail and he becomes another missed call in your notifications, you realize.

Sigh.

You fitfully realize that Sylus is everything you want.

Everything you want from Zayne.

You fall back into the serenity of your bedsheets with a wail, muffling such a pitiful sound behind your pillow.

Maybe, just maybe Sylus is your punishment for being too pussy to confront Zayne.

[sichore]

EHEHEH TYYYYY 😘

It's true tho I had no expectations when I downloaded this obscenely graphically demanding game and what do you mean this man is a damn Looney Tune. But like. A stupidly attractive one. Just casually mentions that you're doomed to move in with him when you're shackled by a literal energy red string of fate. Constantly wants you to come over. Whines to see what you're laughing at on your phone. Would file down his fangs and claws and live in the grasslands or wherever you are and learn to braid your hair for you.

Like?????? 50 Shades of Gray who? He's 100 shades of red and they all mean LOVE.

sorry but you really cant convince me that sylus is just your stereotypical mafia boss sugar daddy. its the vibes that he initially gives off, yes, but you dont even have to delve that deep into the content he has in game to know that hes the sweetest, most greenest flag ever and hes the most down bad man you'll ever see.

[m3lodyxo]

Kitty event gifs of the LADS LIs Part 1

I have 16 of the 48 meownotes so I'll upload these gradually.

Zayne

Xavier

[starmocha]

tag, you're it [Sylus/Reader ★ 2423 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus loves playing games. A/N: He can teleport from places with his evol? The hide-and-seek comment???? I know what I must do.

This was so unfair. Absolutely unfair!

You looked around the expansive room of wide space and high ceiling. The carpeted floor masked the sound of your heels, so all you could hear in the space was pure silence, adding further a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. You breathed in uneasily, truly feeling small, alone, and insignificant in the large overwhelming space. As you walked through the room cautiously, eyes darting to every nook and cranny, every corner and possible hiding spot, you realized they were nearly nonexistent.

There was no place to hide, so then where—

“Gotcha.”

You gasped as you found yourself pulled into a tight embrace, the residual swirls of black energy and his deep, sultry voice were your only initial indications of his sudden presence. You looked up frowning.

“Sylus, this is such an unfair disadvantage to me!”

He smirked at your outcry, tilting his head to the side in amusement. “I prefer to think of it as a challenge for you, my dear. Makes the game all the more entertaining.”

He pushed you up against the closest wall, towering over you as he kept you trapped there by his imposing form. He leaned down and brushed his nose against yours teasingly. “What’s the matter? This little kitten no longer enjoys playing games with me?”

You glared at him.

“Don’t glare at me like that, sweetheart,” he said, his hand cradling your chin as his thumb brushed over your cheek. He laughed, pretending to sound hurt, “I might think you don’t like me anymore.”

“What if I don’t?” you countered defiantly, unperturbed by his dominating presence.

He laughed again. “Petulant little kitten today, aren’t you?” His thumb continued to rub little soothing circles on your cheek as he peered down at you with a devilish smile. “You have no problem sneaking up on me and poking me in the side, but when I have my fun, suddenly I am the bad guy? Sweetheart, aren’t you being unfair as well?”

You sulked, hating how he was calling you out like this.

“Such a little hypocrite,” he teased, amused and unbothered when you glared back up at him.

He leaned in closer, stealing your lips in a quick surprise kiss. “Let’s play again,” his warm breath brushed over your lips, his voice a soft, seductive whisper, “I’ll make it more enjoyable for you this time.”

His words and voice filled you with a sense of anticipation, a warm feeling creeping up in your belly replaced the earlier trepidation. You looked up at him questionably, your voice barely holding steady as you questioned him, “Like…how?”

He hummed to himself, his hand smoothing over your hair. He pecked your lips again and whispered, “Catch me if you can.”

Before you could react, he disappeared from view, leaving behind a trail of black swirling energy and dark feathers as the only evidences of his earlier presence. You caught a single feather in your hand, caressing it softly and curiously before it disappeared.

You looked around the room, finding yourself alone again. You sighed, “Sylus…”

You explored the room again with a renewed sense of purpose. You searched the area, trying to sense his presence before he caught you. It was easier said than done, you realized hopelessly. Catching lightning in a bottle would be easier than catching him.

As you turned around, you gasped when your eyes met his torso. When you looked up, he kissed you, commenting quickly, “One.”

And then he disappeared.

Your cheeks burned up.

You started running around the room, calling out to him. You nearly fumbled when he appeared suddenly in front of you, his quick reflex catching you by the waist before you could stumble back. He leaned over you, bending down to capture your lips once more, and whispered, “Two.”

He steadied you back on your feet before disappearing again.

You flustered as the residual black feathers drifted around you. “Very funny!” you yelled out, your voice echoing in the room.

Your stomach did flips when you heard his dark laughter echoed back in the room.

This game of chase went on for several minutes with you failing to catch him or dodge his advances, but the more kisses he left behind, the more excited you felt, briefly forgetting your earlier annoyance and aggravation with him.

“Oh!” you cried out, feeling a sudden firm grasp around your wrist, and a tug that pulled you backwards. You looked up just as Sylus leaned down, kissing you once more. He whispered, “Six…”

And then he was gone, leaving you standing there bewildered. You wondered if there was any significance behind his counting other than the number of times he had caught you. You walked forward, distracted by your thoughts and unaware that he had been standing just a few feet away waiting for you.

You gasped when you walked straight into him, hearing a deep, amused rumble of laughter above you.

This time he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Seven,” he said, hushed, “Concentrate.”

And then he was gone.

It didn’t matter what you did, because he quickly secured his eighth and ninth kisses, leaving you befuddled each time he disappeared. By this point, you had given up on trying to catch him, and was just letting him come to you.

“Hm?” You looked up and saw a black feather drifting down in front of you from above and you smiled, turning around just as he pinned you back up against another wall. You laughed when he stole another kiss. He murmured against your lips, “Mmm, ten,” he pecked you again, “You’re it.”

You looked up at him with exasperation. “That’s not how you play tag,” you scolded him.

He shrugged. “I like my version more,” he answered dismissively with a roguish grin. “Do I get a prize for winning?”

“For winning a nonexistent game with your own made-up rules?”

He nodded unabashedly, smirking when you sighed in annoyance. He laughed and leaned down, nibbling on your neck. “Mmm,” he hummed again as he covered your neck in kisses. His voice was a lazy murmur, “I am not hearing a ‘no.’”

You relaxed against the wall, the feel of his heavy body against yours was welcoming as were the sweet kisses he left behind. “Fine,” you conceded, eyes averting his, “You win.”

He chuckled, surprised. “What? No more protests? No more tantrums?” He leaned back and looked down at you amused. “I was enjoying your little petulant attitude today.”

You looked up, pursing your lips at him, and for a brief moment, he seemed to soften before his usual domineering temperament returned.

“What’s with that doe-eyed look?” He tucked strands of hair behind your ear. “Makes me want to be a bad guy and ruin you.”

Your mouth remained shut and your demeanor stayed the same. Sylus raised a brow in curiosity when you didn’t react to his latter comment. He leaned down again and nibbled on your bottom lip. “Your silence,” he murmured, “Can I take that to be…an invitation then?”

Your cheeks tinged a faint shade of red, and his own crimson eyes darkened with desire.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured again, “Answer me.”

“Yes…” you admitted softly.

There was a brief instant of surprise on Sylus’ face before it disappeared. “So docile now,” he said more to himself. “I asked for a prize, but perhaps I should also reward your sweet behavior.”

He lowered himself, getting down on one knee to your confusion.

“Sylus?”

He shushed you, and gestured for you to lean back against the wall, guiding your hands to his strong shoulders to steady your balance. He trailed his hand down the long slit of your black dress, slipping in under the fabric to find the lacey hem of your underwear. He made quick work of sliding the undergarment down, and you startled, gasping.

“Steady,” he murmured, as he guided it down, making sure you don’t stumble in your heels. “Don’t trip, sweetheart.”

“Sylus…what are you…”

He looked up, smiling with a suggestive raise of his brow after tucking it away in his pants pocket to your sheer embarrassment. “Isn’t it obvious?” The deep, sultry tone stirred something within you and your cheeks took on another darker shade of red. He continued, “I am rewarding this sweet little docile kitten, of course.”

“I…”

“Stay still, sweetheart,” he cut you off, and brushed the skirt of your dress aside. He settled between your legs, his hand cupping your sex.

You gasped from the sudden contact.

He calmed you with another shush. “Let me reward you,” he crooned, and then his tongue drove into the darkness between your legs, and you had to grip his shoulders again to hold steady.

“Sylus!”

He ignored your cries, his only focus was on you, tasting you and giving you the pleasure that he knew only he could bring. He lapped eagerly, greedily, taking in the sound of your moans above him, one hand finding your hip to grasp it firmly, keeping you in place.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and you cried from each stroke of his tongue. You rocked against him when his thumb found your clit, circling it teasingly and drawing out more of your needy cries.

“Sylus…ah…” Your knees buckled, and he pulled away and looked up, seeing your flushed face looking back at him. He licked his lips.

As he stood up, your eyes drifted to the large bulge between his legs and you swallowed slowly, feeling yourself throbbing with a growing need for him. Your eyes skirted up to meet his knowing gaze and he mouthed to you: “Help me.”

Without a word, you helped free him from his confine, and just as quickly he scooped you up into his strong arms, keeping you pressed back into the wall, your legs slipping from the slit of your skirt to hook around his waist. You gasped as he aligned himself flushed with your wet, waiting entrance, and then with a movement of his hip, you held on tight as he slid inside you.

Your breath hitched. “Sy-Sylus…!”

He groaned as your walls stretched to accommodate him as more and more of him filled you. He leaned down to press a kiss into your shoulder, and then he pulled out, slow, deliberate, before he thrusted back in, the movement causing you to tighten your hold around him as stars filled your vision.

“Taking me so well,” he mumbled. Dark, crimson eyes pierced into yours as he continued, “The only one I want…the only woman I need…”

You bit down on your lips, feeling a moan threatening to slip.

Sylus noticed the gesture, and he growled softly in disapproval. “Don’t hold back,” he ordered, “I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours.”

You shook your head, unwillingly letting a moan escaped when a powerful thrust caused you to cry out this time. “Someone…ahh…will hear us.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed against your lips. His right index finger twitched behind you, and then the sound of several locks clicked all around you in the large room. Sylus continued speaking, “No one is coming in here. This will be our private playground for hours to come.”

Your head lolled to the side with another moan. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a smile emerging as you allowed yourself to fully surrender to him.

“Scream all you want,” he said, kissing your forehead, “It’s just you and me.”

All other meaningless thoughts escaped, being replaced by a deep haze of pleasure, the only thing on both of your minds was each other. The feel of him deep inside you, the mingled moans that seemed to echo in the large room, and the state of euphoria you were both chasing.

“Oh, god,” you whimpered, “M-more…ahh…Sylus…ahh…”

He answered you with a deep hum, his movements steadily increasing, his grip on you tightening, threatening to leave bruises on your skin. You leaned down, your forehead pressed against his, and you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked, almost ethereal, even, perhaps more so than normal now that he was also losing himself in this state of pure arousal.

“Ah—” Helpless, you peered into his eyes, your voice coming out in needy little whines and whimpers as you felt a familiar feeling rising inside you.

“Gonna cum for me?” he murmured, thrusting up into you steadily faster, harder.

You whined in response, unable to form any coherent word, only able to let him know through the needy little sounds you were making. You tightened your hold around his neck. He groaned as he felt you were clenching around him.

“I want to see you cum, sweetheart, want you to cum all over my cock,” he said, his movements growing more hurried, more graceless. “Look at you, ah, such a sweet pretty little thing—oh, fuck…—ah, and all mine...”

You buried your face into his shoulder, crying out your release as he continued to drive into you with graceless abandon, his own climax was nearing. You held onto him desperately, letting him used you for his own pleasure now. He groaned when you dug your nails into his back, feeling it through the fabric of his shirt.

“Sy-Sylus…!”

He panted, and then, he stilled, groaning as he emptied into you, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“O-oh…”

You felt your back touched the wall, Sylus letting all of the weight dropping forward, as he held you in his arms. You leaned forward, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you felt him softening inside you.

As both of your breathing evened out, you felt him slide out of you, a pleased groan leaving his lips as he watched his seed dripped down your thighs. He helped steadied you to your feet momentarily before sitting down against the wall, drawing you into his lap, the skirt of your dress draped over the both of you.

You lay against him, your head resting on his chest. Sylus hummed softly and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. His hand gently held your head close to his chest, fingers moving in gentle, soothing strokes. He looked down at you on his lap, curled up so sweetly against him, and he smiled, feeling a sense of fondness for you.

“Game over,” he murmured as he allowed you to rest in his arms, and he, too, closed his eyes briefly to rest.