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“Sweetie,” Sylus’s voice wrapped around you. His eyes were bright from the lights of his private gym. Through the small screen of your phone, you caught glimpses of the many mirrors lining the walls, showing the large expanse of his back, which was only covered by the thin and very small material of his black tank top. “Are you tired?” 

“No.” Shaking your head, you sat back against your headboard. If anything, you were bored. The workday had ended, leaving you to rot away in your bed while contemplating what to eat for dinner. “Just bored.”

His hum vibrated your phone, and you watched a drop of sweat fall from his brow. “Well, do you want to join me?” The way he held the phone was reminiscent of a man trying to use technology for the first time. The angle was too high and the tilt too much, but it was endearing anyway. “I’m just training for a fight… You can sit and watch.”

Fuck it.

The drive was quick, considering there wasn’t much traffic at sunset. The clouds of the N109 Zone blended into the night sky of Linkon, creating one cohesive darkness that stretched as far as the eye could see. Perhaps this was the only way the two could be connected… 

The large building was inconspicuous among the city's many skyscrapers. Standing tall yet fading into obscurity, the garage door opened with a click of your keychain. White walls greeted you, watching as you parked and made your way down into the private gym that Sylus had built for training. 

Harsh hits on the punching bag echoed through the room, and you leaned against the doorframe to watch your boyfriend. He was elegant yet strong at the same time, like a slim mountain lion stalking its prey. Each bounce caused his chest to move, the beads of sweat flying off into random directions. 

It was a wonder he hadn’t heard you coming in or even seen your figure standing against the doorframe. You could see his entire side profile, the sharp lines of his nose and chin, and his forehead scrunching slightly with each jab. He was handsome, beautiful, and sexy all at once.

“Trying to sneak up on me, kitten?” Without so much as glancing over, he delivered a quick punch to the bag. A black tank top stretched across his back and chest, and the similarly black shorts that seemed way too short sat on his hips.

“I thought it was impossible to sneak up on you?” Making no move to walk into the gym, you tilted your head to the side. “The famed leader of Onychinus should have eyes in the back of his head.” 

“You’re correct,” he rolled his neck, eyes closing, a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as he stretched. “But you’re a harmless kitten.” Another punch to the bag. “I’m not worried about you sneaking up on me.” 

There weren’t many machines in the room, seeing as the twins didn’t work out - besides chasing people down streets - he only needed one machine of each. When you sat on the bench of a random piece of equipment, you felt Sylus’ eyes on you. 

It was enticing, teasing Sylus. 

A baggy white shirt hung off your shoulders, accentuating the thickness of your arms and upper torso. Stretchy black leggings were pulled up to your hips, covering the bit of apron belly and compressing it against you. They were slimming, but you caught the slight raise of his brow as he took in your appearance.

“I’m harmless?” With a tilt of your head, you watched him disregard the punching back, his pretty taped-up hands sitting on the insides of his elbows. Crossing his arms, he nodded. “We should wrestle.” 

The roll of his eyes wasn’t malicious; rather, it was followed by a small chuckle and a quirk of his lips. You were adorable, especially sitting there with the meat of your thighs spread across the bench. Everything about you was enticing, and Sylus thought just how beautiful you would look lying across it while he buried his face between those legs. 

“I box, sweetie.” He pointed out, turning back to the punching bag and delivering a harsh jab. The leather shook, rocking on the metal hook that suspended it a few feet off the ground. “I don’t wrestle.” Another hit, his breathing coming out in quick gasps. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to crush you with my weight.” 

“Oh please,” sitting back on your hands, you watch Sylus’ eyes travel down your body. “I bet I weigh more than y- oh!” 

Hands around your middle caused you to tense up, and you were up over Sylus’ shoulder before you realized what had happened. From the angle, you saw the way his hips swayed, walking over to another corner of his gym. It was an insane thought; there was no way you weighed more than him, and even if you did … He was strong for a reason.

“Sylus!”

“Yes, sweetie?” While you couldn’t see his face, you heard the smirk in his words. 

“Put me down.” He looked over at one of the mirrors along the wall. His side profile was striking, as if he were a Greek god descended to Earth. 

“Why?” He was teasing you now, his hand cupping the back of your knee and thumb brushing along the fabric. Stopping in front of a mat, he maneuvered your body until he was holding you bridal style. 

Sweat dripped down his brow, eyes shining with mirth as he ran his thumb along the curve of your shoulder, the other massaging your calf. “Still want me to put you down?” 

No.  

You shook your head, an arm wrapped around his neck as he jerked his chin towards the mirror. There was a mirror along nearly every inch of the walls, and you didn’t know which one he meant until you met his gaze in the one right in front of Sylus. 

His arms flexed as he adjusted his hold once again, giving just enough space for him to be able to curl you up. It was as if you were a dumbbell, his breathing coming out in short puffs although there was no other indication of his fatigue. 

“Sy,” you whispered, keeping your eyes locked on his reflection as your body moved with each curl. It was hot, watching him use you as a piece of gym equipment to better his muscles. 

You felt his biceps tighten and release with each movement, your thighs tightening in arousal. To him, you didn’t weigh a thing, like a feather he had to carry around. An insignificant weight compared to the sheer strength of his own body. 

“Yes, sweetie?” There wasn’t a single waver in his voice as he decided to go even further. Squatting down, he held the position for a moment. His thighs touched your ass as he dipped you so low that for a split second, you thought you might fall. “What is it?”

There were many questions you wanted to ask him, but they all went out the window at the tightening of his grip. The flesh of your thighs was squeezed so tightly that you knew you would have a bruise in the morning. It wiped your memory, causing you to focus on the veins that sprouted from his hands and the way his face didn’t falter.

“Why are you doing this?” 

“To show you that even if you weighed more than me, I’m strong.” He said it with an air of nonchalance, his shoulders shrugging as he went down into another squat. “This is a good workout.” Leaning forward, his lips found your cheek. “Thank you, sweetie.” 

Your hand sat on his shoulder, letting him curl you and pick you up with an ease that almost made you think you weighed nothing. To him, you didn’t weigh a thing. He could probably pick you up with one hand if need be.

“So I can just relax here, then?” The teasing tone made him smile again, his lips finding your cheek once more when he dipped down. 

Then, as he curled you up, his lips found yours. It was a playful peck, barely enough to be called a kiss, actually. Each time he pulled you closer, he kissed a different part of your face. 

First your lips. Then your right cheek. Then your nose. Then your forehead. Each peck gained a giggle from you, eyes closing to indulge in the warmth of his lips along every part of your face. He was worshipping you, regarding you as the queen he knew you were. 

His queen.

“Relax all you want, sweetie.” He jested, continuing the squats and curls of you in his arms. “Go ahead and take a nap… I think I’ll be here a while.” 

When your eyes opened, you caught a glimpse of his cheerful smile. He loved making small jokes like that, even though he truthfully could stay there a while. It took a lot to tire him out.

“Oh, stop it.” Shaking your head, you were met with his mouth slotting against yours once more. Your next words were muffled against his lips, and he could feel his muscles tensing as he held you in a curl to gain access to your lips. 

Your mouth swallowed his laugh, and as you cupped his jaw, he traced your bottom lip with his tongue. As soon as he tasted the mint of your toothpaste on your tongue, he lost all his inhibitions. 

Your thighs pressed against his arm, the warmth of your back soaking into the other bicep. Everything about you was intoxicating. Even the hand that played with the short hair at the base of his head. He couldn’t get enough. He wouldn’t get enough. 

Then, in the midst of the curls, your shirt rode up, exposing a small strip of skin above the waistband of your leggings. Sylus didn’t notice it until he forced himself away from the sweetness of your lips. It was as if he was so drawn to you, realizing that the soft plush part of your upper stomach was exposed to the cold air of his gym. 

What he wouldn’t give to grab hold, especially as he was face first in your pussy. 

You knew he was staring. There was an intense heat surrounding you just from his ruby red eyes focusing on you. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to find him staring at you. He did it quite often, and every time he did, it had your heart thumping in your chest. It didn’t matter how long you had been together. He still gave you butterflies. Especially when he was looking at you as if he wanted to devour you. 

Devour him.  

His stare sent the thought through your head, reading your deepest desires. The overwhelming urge to combine yourself with him, like you were parts of a whole, was insatiable at times. Maybe it bordered on infatuation, but there was a genuine love there for him. 

Sylus pulled you closer to his face, and you let out a yelp of surprise when his lips attached to the strip of skin showing. His tongue traced along a stretch mark, reveling in the soft texture as opposed to the slightly rougher skin around the divet. Even though he was the one doing the workout, there was a slight salty taste of your sweat. 

With his hands preoccupied, he nudged the hem of your shirt up to expose more of your abdomen. It was a shame you were wearing the leggings so high up… He just wanted to get a peek at your full stomach, see each bit of fat and flesh that sat on your body. He wanted it all…

“Sy!” The mirror at the other side of the room had the full view of his back, shoulders flexing as he held you parallel to the floor. You could imagine wings unfurling with each movement of his muscles under his shirt. Like he was about to take off with you in his arms. His head shook, pushing your shirt up even more until it was bunched under your bra. 

Loud sucking noises echoed off the walls, and you gasped at the sharp bite of his teeth and lips on your skin. These marks were for him and him only. No one else would see them. No one else should see them. Just the thought of you waking up in the morning and seeing each and every nip and mark, a reminder of his love, had his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“So soft,” he purred, nuzzling his nose in your abdomen. He couldn’t get enough, but he also wanted more. 

Greed settled in his heart, needing you beyond any mortal constraints. It wasn’t his human heart that needed you; it was everything he was and everything he will ever be. Nothing - no god, no man, no animal - nothing could take away his greed for you. He needed you, but more than that, he needed your happiness. Whether it be with him or without him, he would do whatever it took to give you that. 

“Sy,” once again, you repeat his nickname, trying to see if he’ll snap out of the daze he’s in. He inhales the scent of you, your natural smell mixed with your perfume and deodorant. Everything floods his nose, reminding him just how good you smell. Not just the artificial scents but the natural musk of your skin that makes you so human. So fragile.

“I love you, my queen,” he mumbled against your skin before letting you down softly. As soon as your feet hit the ground, his hands cupped your cheeks. 

The flesh of your cheeks was squished slightly, forcing your eyes shut. His lips found yours, hungry and greedy for everything you would give to him. He wanted it all, but he also wanted you to want to give it to him. 

“I- mmph- love y-ou too,” you got out the words between kisses, your lips covered by his while he took steps forward. That also prompted you to walk back until you hit the cold mirror. 

There wasn’t enough time to shiver from the temperature because, in an instant, Sylus was bending down, his arms hooking under your knees to lift you into the air. At his full height, it felt like you were flying, but the fear of falling startled you, causing you to take a hard grip at his hair. 

“I’m not going to let you fall, sweetie.” He assured you, settling the bend of your knees on his shoulders as his hands drifted up your shirt. “I’ve got you.” The tape on his knuckles was rough on your skin, and your hands in his hair didn’t relent, tugging harder as he shifted forward. 

He could smell your arousal. A deep but sweet scent that was like a drug to him. An aphrodisiac that shot through his veins and settled in the crotch of his pants. 

Just as he inched forward, black tendrils swirled around you, holding you securely against the mirror and crossing your ankles behind him. Even though his evol was holding you up, his shoulders were also bearing your weight, making sure you didn’t just shatter the mirror behind you with your swinging legs. There was no way you would fall now…

Sylus made a point not to restrain your hands, loving the feeling of your fingers tugging at the white strands. It would feel even better when he was buried in your sweet pussy. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, his hands coming down to run along the outside of your thighs, “it seems I have an obstacle in my way to what I really want, sweetie.” It was taunting, the way his eyes flickered from your clothed core to meet your own. This was your own personal hell, restrained six feet off the ground, and no way to get Sylus to where you really wanted him. 

“Then remove it.” You shot back, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth when his warm breath ghosted over the fabric. 

“But I don’t want to let you down…” He trailed off, his fingers running along the outsides of your thighs. Just beneath the fabric were the beautiful, thick thighs that he wished he could lay between for the rest of his life. “You look stunning from down here.” 

“Oh my go- oh !” 

The sound of ripping fabric cut off your complaints. 

He ripped your leggings down the middle, exposing the small surprise that you had been meaning to show him when he was finished with training. Oh well, it’s out in the open now. Literally . 

“What a nice surprise, sweetie.” His expression held a trepid amusement, eyes locked onto your glistening pussy as you had forgone underwear. “Were you hoping something like this would happen?” 

Huffing, you shook your head, trying to gather some friction, but you were held tight by the tendrils. “It was for after your training… A little treat.” 

It was almost sickening how much fun he was having. Each little whine that fell from your lips, each tug of his hair between your fingers, each silent plea from your desperate, hazy eyes brought him closer and closer to giving in. He was helpless to your begging. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” His tongue darted out to lick his lip. Then he was diving in. 

The first lick was sharp and calculated. It brought a deep groan from the back of your throat, your fingers gripping so hard at his hair that for a moment you were worried you would rip out a chunk. The tip of his tongue dipped quickly inside your soakced entrance, tracing the edge of your fold before flicking at your clit. 

“ God , fuck.” While you wanted to let your head fall back against the mirror wall, you were captivated by the pulsing red eye that met yours. Your head spun, and before you could say another word, it was as if noises replaced your dictionary. 

“You taste exquisite,” Sylus grunted, taking a moment to sloppily kiss the inside of your clothed thigh. If he had scissors - or maybe even a knife - he would drag it down the length of your leg, exposing every bit of flesh for him to touch, to kiss, to devour.

“Sylus, please .” 

“You sound even better.” After he spoke, his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly and listening with heightened ears as a searing pain of your fingers in his hair rocketed through him. He loved it, though. The biting pain was nothing compared to the lull of your mews and whimpers.

One of his hands stayed on the outside of your thigh, kneading the plump flesh a while the other spread you open with his index and middle finger. It was lewd, eyes focusing on your tight hole and the way it clenched around nothing. Desperate to be filled.

Part of him wanted to praise you to the heavens and the hells, tell you what perfection you are, but he’s too preoccupied with his tongue flat against your pussy, the edges of the appendage brushing his fingers that spread you wide, to speak. He settled for groans, making sure you could feel them against your clit. It was like your own personal vibrator, 

Pressure was building, even without his fingers buried in your heat, his tongue and mouth were enough to tighten that coil in your lower abdomen. 

His hand slipped under your baggy shirt, long fingers dancing along the soft rolls of your stomach. Finding purchase on grasping a bit of flesh, he held you there as if his evol wasn’t the one holding you up against the wall. You were so warm, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat. Why did he keep the room at such a high temperature?

A loud moan fell to the floor as Sylus’ eyes met yours. Even over the curve of your stomach and breasts, you saw peaks of his eyebrows and, after a moment, the deep red of his eyes. 

Stars danced across your eyes when Sylus’ tongue moved to your entrance. The tip breached your hole just enough to feel the softness of your walls. A groan left his lips as you clenched around the appendage, your body acting on instinct. It wasn’t as thick as his cock - god nothing could be as thick - but the ridges of his tastebuds stimulated you like the veins on his length. 

Sylus couldn’t speak, not when he was messily making out with your hole, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to enjoy your taste, feel your thighs threaten to close around his head, listen to your messy whimpers while his nose brushed your clit.

He was losing control of himself, his head spinning with his own selfish desires to keep going and going and going until you were putty in his hands. It wasn’t about control. It was about showing you the highest possible pleasures while not needing to indulge in them himself.

If there was a word to describe Sylus, it could be greedy. Could . But when he ignored his own throbbing cock in favor of watching your chest heave with bated breath? When he let you press his face against your pussy, using him as if he were a toy? When were the pleasures of the world only meaningful to him when he shared them with you? 

Perhaps that was greed, but it was also worshipping the catalyst of his greed. There was a time before you when he would gather things just to gather them, gaining wealth with no true intentions of spending it. There was a time during you when he dedicated himself to giving you anything and everything— even if you said you didn’t need it, he got it for you. 

There cannot be a time after you. 

It was this greed that caused him to quicken the pace of his tongue thrusting in and out of your heat. Some of your slick slid down his chin, mixing with his sweat from the workout. Adding on to the weight of your thighs on his shoulders? He was in heaven. 

“So… Warm…” He mumbled between kisses to your clit, his lips wrapping around and sucking harshly. 

Your eyes alternated between watching him and closing in pleasure. There wasn’t much more you could take before you were sent over the edge, your hips still stuck in place from his evol. 

“Sy…” His name was lengthened with a groan, mouth opening and letting the syllable stretch out into the empty air above you. It was too much. You couldn’t do it. A few quick whimpers came from your open mouth. 

“Are you close, beautiful?” His words sat against your skin, and he wasn’t letting up. “Come on, sweetie… Come for me. Show me - mmph - how good I’m making you feel.” Each syllable formed by his lips danced in the slick, drips, carving their way down his honey skin to soak into the fabric of his tank top. 

His index finger massaged your outer fold, and as soon as he wrapped his lips around your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit, you gripped onto his white hair. The coil snapped, sending you down into a spiral. 

Your thighs clenched around his head, covering his ears. His hearing was dulled from the hot fabric of your leggings, but he couldn’t miss the unmistakable scream of his name. 

Through your squinted eyes, you could make out the back of Sylus’ head still buried between your thighs. He turned, nose brushing against the flesh until you gasped. Your pants were wet with his saliva as he bit at your inner thigh. 

You watched the curve of his nose, his sharp chin, even the flash of white teeth sinking into the black fabric of your leggings. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, just enough to possibly make indents or even a mark the next morning. The feeling only served to rush another wave of pleasure through you, the aftershocks of your orgasm still causing your hips to twitch. 

When Sylus looked back to your pussy, he watched in fascination as you clenched around nothing. You were silently asking to be filled, your body begging for something before your mind caught up. The thoughts and words spinning around in your head were nothing compared to the cold air he blew on your even wetter entrance. Drops of your pleasure soaked the sides of the rip in your leggings. 

“You are beauty incarnate.” He whispered, looking up from between your thighs. Tilting his head, he used your leg as a pillow, and if you looked closely, you swore you could see the beating of his heart in the brightness of his red irises. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” Breathlessness laced your words, chest rising and falling as you caught air in your lungs. Heat pulsed with the beating of your heart, watching the man you loved regard you like that. Even now, he looked as if he were a lowly servant and you were his queen.

His hands rub along the outside of your thighs, the bumps and ridges of your cellulite adding to the texture of your legs under your leggings, making his heart race faster. It’s completely devoid of any real sexual desire, his hands rubbing and squishing as if you were his own personal stress toy. 

“Like what?” He mused, leaving open mouthed kisses along the fabric until he reached your pussy once more. The sharpness of his tongue dipped into your entrance again, feeling the way your hole flutters around the appendage. Collecting your release, he hums in satisfaction. 

“Like… Like…” You couldn’t find the words. 

Suddenly, you were descending down the mirror, your back sliding along the smooth surface until your legs were wrapped around Sylus’ waist. The rough texture of his shorts nipped at your exposed folds, and you whimpered in overstimulation. You were still so sensitive, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders to support yourself as if his evol wasn’t still holding you still. 

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Sylus tilted his head, his hands cupping your ass and bringing your wet pussy against the bulge in his shorts. “Cat got your tongue?”

Capturing your lips again, he nipped at your bottom lip. It seemed as though he thought of something funny because he had the audacity to laugh into the kiss. It forced him to put a few centimeters between you.

“What’s so funny?” You pouted, eyes widening as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. Kissing you again, the tip of his tongue traced behind your teeth until he pulled away. You could taste the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and tongue. 

“It seemed as though a Sylus had your tongue.” His dry laugh was muffled by you smashing your lips on his to shut him up. 

“Honey,” you started, kissing along his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and then his jaw. His skin was still slick with your release, causing your mouth to slide along his face. “I love your jokes. You know I do.” You made a path to his neck, knowing the effect it was having on him from the hitch in his breath and the tight grip he had on your ass. “But not when you just made me come like that with just your tongue.” 

When he tried to laugh, it was cut short as a grunt tightened his jaw. Teeth nipped at his skin, watching a small red mark bloom at the plane of skin between his ear and hairline. 

“Now it seems as though I have your tongue.” 

Your chuckle was followed by a groan as he pulled you away from the mirror for a moment to set you on your feet. The warmth of the room enveloped you, and you couldn't ask what he was doing because he immediately got on both knees. 

Fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings, watching you with eagle eyes while slowly dragging them down your thighs. Each inch of your skin was met with a gentle kiss. His lips traced your stretchmarks, using them as a road map until he was met with your knees, when he dragged your leggings off the rest of the way. Gentle hands guided your feet out of the leg holes, and then the fabric was tossed across the room, draping over the handle of an elliptical. 

Giving him a look, he laughed softly, dragging his hands up your legs until he was grabbing the flesh of your stomach. “What? They’re ripped, beautiful. You won’t be able to wear them anyways.” 

“Then I won’t have anything to wear to cover up.” You argued, brushing the hair back from his forehead. 

“I have a change of clothes,” he shrugged, standing from his seat on the floor. The hands on your stomach moved to play with the hem of your shirt, an eyebrow raised until you gave him the nod of consent. “Besides, you look hot in my clothes…” 

Sylus tugged your shirt off, eyes roaming over the curves of your breasts covered by your bra and stomach, hands immediately going to your love handles. “In fact, seeing you in my clothes might make me even more insatiable tonight.” His thumbs dug into your flesh, finding your hip bones. “I hope you’re prepared for a sleepless night, sweetie.” 

“What if I had work tomorrow?” His face buried into the crook of your neck, fingers dancing up your back until he unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms and tossing it somewhere behind him. The tape that decorated his knuckles was quickly ripped off, not wanting anything between his skin and yours. Likewise, your fingers played with the hem of his tank top, a low whimper being the only thing telling him that you wanted it off . 

With a chuckle against your skin, he pulled back just enough to reach behind him. His fingers curled into the neckline of his tank top, removing it by pulling it over his head. So hot. His hair was ruffled as he tossed it in the direction of your leggings. 

“I would say that if you really had to go to work tomorrow, I couldn’t stop you.” Wet kisses were pressed against your shoulder, hands rubbing up and down your torso but always settling on your love handles. “But I also know you haven’t taken any of your vacation days this year…” 

“You want me to use a vacation day just so we can…” Your words were stuttered when you watched him hook his thumbs in his shorts, quickly pushing them down to reveal his throbbing cock. There was a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip, and you would guess that there was a wet patch in the fabric. 

He wrapped his hand around himself, giving a few strokes. A shaky sigh fanned out across your face, his nose brushing yours. His hand was nothing compared to yours, or your mouth, or your warm, wet… Letting out a breath, he tilted his head to the side, eyebrow rising.

“Come on, sweetie.” His fingers found your hips again, stepping forward so his cock was pressed between you. “Finish the sentence.” 

Rolling your eyes, you laughed lightly. Before you could speak, he hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting your legs off the ground and wrapping them once more around his waist. This time, he didn’t need his evol. The veins in his arms were making an appearance, holding you steady as his bobbing cock caught on your entrance. 

“Go ahead,” he prompted, keeping his tip nestled into your hole. Each clench forced a puff of air from his nose, and it wasn’t until you tried to wiggle your hips that he laughed. “It seems I have to use this again since you won’t be patient.” 

The black tendrils wrapped around your middle, holding you in place while your hands grabbed at his shoulders. You were trapped, held up by his arms while restrained from grinding against him by his evol. 

“Fine,” you continued with a sigh of mock annoyance. “I was saying … You want me to use a vacation day just so we can fuck all night long?”

“We wouldn’t fuck, beautiful.” One of his hands held your thigh while the other gripped onto your hip. “Right now, yes… I want to fuck you.” He eased in an inch. “But once we get back to my bedroom,” another inch, “I will worship you,” another inch, “make you come on my tongue again,” another inch, “maybe one more time for good measure,” another inch, “and then,” another inch, “I will make love to you like you deserve.” He finally bottomed out, his trail of hair on his lower abdomen tickling your clit. It had you whimpering, head tilting back to hit the mirror.

The flutter of your entrance around the thickness of his cock had hot air puffing out against your neck. Even though you had sex with Sylus many times before, the prep was always the same. You still needed to adjust to his size, your nails digging into his shoulders as he held you against the mirror. 

It would definitely need to be cleaned after this…

No matter how badly you wanted to move your hips, grind against him to let him know he could finally move… You were stuck in place. The only thing you could do was whine and beg with your eyes. 

“Use your words, beautiful.” A breathy laugh fell from his lips as he left open-mouth kisses along your shoulder and neck. 

“I’m - fuck - ready…” You panted, threading your fingers back through his hair just as you did when you were six feet up against the window. “You can move.” 

The first drag back had both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Your hand in his hair tugged him, so your lips met, but it was less of a kiss and more of an exchange of grunts and whimpers. 

Sylus set a gentle pace at first, his hips alternating between quick thrusts and a delicious grind of his pelvis on your clit which made you see stars. He knew just how to rile you up, angling your hips just as he pleased to make sure his cock was grinding against that ultra sensitive spot inside you. 

“God,” he grunted, teeth clenched as he watched the way he disappeared inside you. “You feel - ah - so-ha- good.” 

Each press forward made you clench around him, your hips wanting to twitch and writhe, but you were under his mercy. And you loved it. 

“Sy- hhng,” your eyes closed, hand cupping his jaw as you brought his lips to yours. Once again, it was a sloppy kiss, broken up by noises of pleasure ringing around you, but the drag of his tongue along your bottom lip, teeth nipping at the skin, was amazing. “Your-ha-cock…”

“Mhm,” you could feel his smile against your cheek, his nose nuzzling into your skin as he watched your eyes haze over in desperation. “What about my cock?” 

The slow thrusts weren’t working, you both knew that, but the one thing Sylus loved was prologing pleasure. To watch your body and soul melt away in the depths of your desires, stripped away to the rawest form. Moments like that were what he treasured. His greed pushed him to want more , to see you writhing around underneath him until you couldn’t take anymore. 

“So deep…” Turning your head, you connected your lips again, swallowing his groans of your name as he kept the same agonizing pace. 

It was true. He was so deep that if he pressed on the plump flesh of your stomach, he could probably feel his tip dragging against your sensitive spot over and over. The large, intimidating boss of Onichynus was reduced to a mess above you, hands tight on your hips as he held you up. 

Then, Sylus moved. 

Still buried inside you, the black tendrils disappated from around your body, and you were left clinging to him while he carried you. Each step had his cock moving, drawing whimper after whimper from your lips. You nipped at his shoulder, eyes closing until the cool cushion was sitting against your back.

He set you down on the bench he used for weight lifting, the bar that held what looked like one hundred and fifty pounds on each side right above your face. With Sylus still slowly thrusting, he kissed both of your ankles. 

“Let’s get a better angle, pretty girl.” He mumbled, smiling down at you. 

Sylus was always up for interesting things in the bedroom, with contraptions and interesting costumes, even positions that he heard from the disgusting men of other factions during business meetings. But nothing could have prepared you for this . 

Suddenly, you were nearly folded in half. He leaned forward, hooking your ankles under the bar. The weight held your legs up like that, your pussy open and exposed to him as the rolls and dips of your stomach became more pronounced. 

“Can you breathe?” His soft voice sat against your calf, lips kissing along your skin as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I can.” You nodded, relaxing your muscles to make the stretch easier. You were spread so wide that as Sylus stood tall, his hands settling on the backs of your thighs, you felt his thumbs glide down to spread you even more. 

There was a moment of silence, his cock nestled halfway inside and twitching. He wasn’t moving, just staring down at the place you were so intimately connected. The ruby red of his irises burned even brighter as he pulled your folds apart to watch the fluttering of your hole around him. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, sweetie.” His eyes slowly traveled up your body, taking in every mark and bit of flesh. Each soft plain and bulge of fat. Your breasts that moved with your slow breaths. It was all beautiful and all his. “I can’t wait to wake up to this every. single. day.” The last three words of his sentence were followed by shallow thrusts. 

A cacophony of moans echoed in the air as Sylus held you softly, his fingers gripping the back of your thighs and ass with his large grip. His hips set a quick pace, the lump in his throat getting bigger as he panted above you. The muscles of his abdomen clenched with each thrust forward, balls slapping obscenely against your ass.

“Sy-ah Sylus!” Your hips raised slightly, which was the only thing you could do in that position, meeting his thrusts as he pulled out all the way, his tip sitting against your entrance. 

The entire length of his cock speared forward each time, filling you up in the most delicious way, building the same pressure as before when you were suspended in the air. You knew it all too well, as you had countless orgasms all due to the man above you. 

His white hair fell in his face, sweat gliding down the side of his head. The drips fell from his chin, sticking to your legs and stomach. All of the fluids would surely ruin the workout machine, but that thought was quickly ripped away when his hand settled on your lower abdomen. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow circles while his long fingers gripped at the excess flesh of your stomach. 

“So… Beautiful…” He panted, his attention switching between your pussy suckling at his cock, your body moving with each thrust, and your face twisted in the most stunning expression he had ever seen. 

“So… Mine…” It came out as a growl, and your jaw fell open as you watched a drop of spit fall from his lips. You felt the liquid hit your clit and glide down to coat Sylus’ cock as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. 

The moan you let out would be downright obscene, and Sylus groaned. With nowhere to put your hands, you gripped the bar that your legs were restrained under. The cold metal bit into your skin, the starm contrast to the heat that radiated from every other spot of your body. 

“Yours.” You confirmed his words, nodding your head as you focused your eyes on his face. He was stunning, with flushed cheeks and a furrowed brow. The concentration on his face was only due to the fact that you had to come first. 

“Forever.” 

Fuck , Sylus had to tighten his jaw in fear of cumming. You sounded so soft, speaking that word into existence. His heart felt like it grew three sizes, as if his love for you could grow any more. But to hear you acknowledge it as well… It was like a dream come true. 

“And I’m yours, beautiful.” Each word was a labor to even get out, his fingers creating even more divots in the cellulite of your thighs as he held onto you for dear life. He was afraid you would slip away again, like gold dust through his fingertips. 

“Forever.” 

It settled around you, letting you feel every sensation as Sylus concentrated the circles on your clit. The pressure was enough to tighten your muscles, your pussy flutteirng and clenching around him as he fucked into you with deep and long thrusts. 

“I love you so much, beautiful.” When his eyes met yours, heat surged through you, your brows cincing together as pleasure overwhelmed your entire body. 

With a cry of his name, you came around him. Your hips bucked up, knees bending and forcing Sylus to grip at your love handles with both hands. His nails bit into your skin, not enough to hurt, just to hold you in place as he fucked you with reckless abandon. 

“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, listening to the squelching noises as he dipped his head down to watch your spasming pussy. The tightness around his cock was addicting, he already wanted more and he wasn’t even finished. “Where- hah- do y-ou want it?”

“Inside, god - please.” 

Who was he to deny his love? 

A long growl erupted from his throat, hips stilling as he twitched. Pump after pump of cum flooded your walls, and your chest heaved as you felt his cock pulsing inside you. He pulled out, and another dribble of cum painted your lower abdomen. White streaks sat against your stretch marks, and he didn’t think he had seen you more beautiful. Sweat collected on your forehead and chest, eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted just enough to let your heavy breaths escape. 

Sitting down on the end of the machine, he was transfixed by the mess of cum that was both on your skin and dripping out of your pussy. He could already feel his cock throbbing once again. Over and over, he wanted to fill you up with every bit of him. 

“I seemed to have spilled a bit, pretty girl.” He gingerly maneuvered your legs back down, your thighs twitching as you laid perfectly still on the thin bench. Sylus’ hands smoothed out over your skin, massaging your muscles while also feeling along your stomach. “But you look gorgeous like this.” 

You chuckled, enjoying the warmth of his hands as they soothed your tense body. He was always the best at massages, either from your period, from sex positions like that, or even speeding to your apartment after you get off work just to run you a bath and relieve your pain from the long day. 

“You’re good with your hands,” you whispered, watching him smile up from his spot at the end of the bench. His cock twitched, and you saw him already getting aroused. “Hard again?” 

Sylus’ lips curled into a smirk, one of his shoulders jerking into a shrug as he continued his ministrations. “What can I say? Seeing my seed on your beautiful body, watching it leak from your pretty pussy…” His voice dropped, the deep timbre showering you in goosebumps. “It’s addicting, sweetie.”

Leaning down, he kissed along your thighs, worshipping you like the goddess he always knew you were. With closed eyes, he relished in the hand that threaded through his hair. 

“Want to go upstairs to the bedroom?” He suggested, his lips still pressed against your skin. 

“There are a few problems.” When Sylus raised an eyebrow, his eyes finding yours, you kept going. “Well, my leggings were ruined.” “I have a change of clothes for you.”, “This bench is disgusting,” “I’ll buy a new one tomorrow.”, “What about your training?” “You’re much more important, and I am more than confident of my victory.” 

Each of your stipulations was met quickly with a solution, and you gave him a playful smile. “You’re ready for anything, huh?” 

“If it means I get to spend forever with you, then yes.” He moved up your body, tugging you by the backs of your knees so he could lean down and connect your lips in a tender kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb caressing your skin as if you were the most precious gem in the world. 

“One more stipulation.” You started, giggling as Sylus nodded enthusiastically. The hand not on your cheek kneaded the soft flesh of your hip. 

“Anything for you.” 

You laughed, kissing him quickly. The muscles in your thighs burned when you tried to move them, so you wrapped your arms around Sylus’ neck, playing with the hair at the nape. 

“You help me get dressed, carry me to the bedroom, and then we have round two in the shower.” You listed them off, watching Sylus’ expression grow into a sly smirk. 

“That sounds like more than one thing, sweetie.” He chuckled, kissing you tenderly once more as he hummed. 

“You said anything .” Pointing out the words he said not even a second ago, he cupped your jaw, brushing along your bottom lip. 

He hummed again, kissing you as if he could never get enough of the taste of your lips. He wanted to keep kissing you, keep loving you, keep showing you that he had found his soul in you and never wanted to let it go. Forever . 

“You got me there.” With gentle movements, he picked you up bridal style, looking down at the bench and seeing the myriad of fluids that would ruin the seat. He made a mental note to order a new one when you inevitably fell asleep in his arms after the third round. 

Making his way to the lockers in the corner, he opened one to find his sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You would look divine … 

“Here you are, my queen.” He knelt down, helping your legs into the holes. The fabric would be ruined when his release that dripped down your thighs stained the pants, but he didn’t care. He could buy another one. 

Once he slipped the shirt over your head, he sat you on a chair as he went to grab his own scattered clothes. It took him less than a second to get dressed and make his way back to your side. 

Picking you up again, he began the climb up the stairs toward the penthouse, his thumbs massaging your shoulder and the side of your knee. 

“I love you, Sy.” You whispered, leaning your head onto his chest and listening to his heartbeat. 

“I love you too, beautiful.” His lips found the crown of your head, eyes nearly disappearing from the width of his smile. 

“Forever.”