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It sucked. Sylus was away from the N109 Zone on business, and now you had nobody to annoy. Even Luke and Kieran made themselves scarce, leaving you to cause your own solo chaos in Sylus’s house.
You had a three day weekend, and so far you’ve moved most of his furniture three inches to the left. But that was the extent of your creativity when it came to pranks.
Now you were bored again, and sweaty from your shenanigans with Sylus’s furniture. You snickered to yourself while filling Sylus’s massive tub with hot water and fragrant bubbles. Imagining the leader of Onychinus not understanding why he was suddenly bumping into everything gave you a special kind of joy.
You never dared to use this tub during previous visits. In fact, Sylus’s rooms had been off limits to you since the brooch incident. Not because he barred you, but for your own personal reasons. The allure that surrounded that infuriating man like an aura was dangerous, almost as dangerous as he was.
The danger never stopped you from daydreaming about him, of course. That aura only attracted you to him like a moth to a flame. Even when you first met him, you couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel to have his massive hands on you. And now that his presence was becoming a permanent part of your life, you often wondered about more.
The hot water engulfed you as you sank below the surface, quickly washing your hair and then resurfacing. The sting felt incredible on sore muscles, and you relaxed against the rim with a contented sigh. You closed your eyes and let your mind drift, wondering how often Sylus used this tub. Once, you’d snuck into his room while he was showering to find that damned brooch. And even though he was mostly hidden by the steam, you still got quite the eyeful. Powerful. Invigorating. Beautiful. There were many words you could use to describe him, but you’d never dare to tell him to his face. His ego would probably be insufferable.
You hated to admit that you were attracted to him; to the smooth way he commanded any situation, to the lopsided smirk he often wore around you, all the way to his godsdamned voice. It wasn’t anything wrong with him, no. Your refusal to admit attraction came down to your own foolish pride. That, and you were scared of losing his friendship, of losing your friendship with the twins. The relationship with all three of them was still so new, and you were all too willing to put your own desires aside to keep them in your life.
Which is why what you were about to do would never leave the room. It would be between you and the tiles with none the wiser.
Your hands drifted down your body, imagining it to be his, feeling every curve and valley. Would he appreciate your body, this weapon that you honed through rigorous training? You thought so. You certainly had appreciation for his.
You let out a dramatic little gasp when your fingers found the apex of your thighs. Biting your lower lip with a sly smile spread across your face, imagining that it was Sylus’s elegant fingers dipping into your folds. You thought about his voice, about the rumbling timbre of it, how sexy the grit of it was when he talked to you.
Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you circled your clit, imagining all the ways you wished Sylus would take you. All the ways you wanted to take him. Your shuddering breath filled the room, echoing off the tile, while you brought yourself closer to the edge. You ran your free hand across your breasts, tugging at your nipples for added stimulation while your body squirmed for more that you couldn’t give it.
His name fell from your lips with a strangled cry. You circled faster, riding out the thrumming release and hoping to make it more than what it was. You finally gave up, only succeeding in making yourself feel somehow even less sated than when you started. Your body hummed with need, but you were too much of a coward to even think about approaching Sylus- not that you even knew how to go about it to begin with. Instead, you would just have to make do with your fantasies and the gnawing disappointment after each unsatisfying climax.
With a wistful sigh, you pulled yourself from the bath and wrapped yourself in a large fluffy towel. You’d thought about finding one of his robes to wrap yourself in, but remembered most of what he had was for lounging and not for bathing. With the tub draining, you grabbed a smaller towel and began to rub at your hair to begin the arduous process of drying it.
“Enjoying yourself, Kitten?”
Startled, you screamed and spun, throwing your hair towel towards the direction of his voice. He didn’t even move to bat it away like you expected. Instead, he let it hit his face with a hearty chuckle.
“Sylus!” You admonish shrilly, willing your thundering heart to calm, while he just casually removed the towel from his face and held it to his nose. With an embarrassed huff, you ignored your state of undress, gathered your discarded clothes and made your escape. His bulk blocked most of the doorframe, but he didn’t move and you had to squeeze past him.
Right as you breached the door, he tugged at your wrist and spun you so your back was against the wall. You dropped the bundle of clothes you were carrying and looked up at him with wide eyes. Leaning on a forearm above your head, he toyed with the wet ends of your hair.
“You didn’t answer my question, kitten. That’s alright, though, because I already know you enjoyed yourself very much.”
“Wha- when did you get back?” You stammer, a blush spreading across your cheeks with mounting horror. There was no way…
“A while ago,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I thought to surprise you, but you gave me quite the surprise of your own.”
“Oh gods,” you whine, looking away.
“If I’d known how fond of me you were, I would have come home much sooner.”
“H-how much did you hear?” You were afraid of the answer, and you clenched your eyes closed in a grimace.
“Enough,” he chuckled. He plucked at the part of the towel that was folded in on itself, the part that kept it from falling off your body. He watched you, gauging your expression and your willingness. When you didn’t push him away, he leaned in and…oh, fuck. His lips on yours felt incredible, more than you ever dared to dream, more than you ever dared to hope. The kiss went from slow and testing to hungry and devouring in a matter of seconds.
His hot mouth blazed a trail down your neck, his tongue chasing a water droplet and dipping into the hollow of your throat. Beautifully deft fingers traced your skin along the edge of the towel in feather-light touches that sent shivers through you. His attentions made you bold, and you reached up to unravel the towel, but held it close to your body until Sylus gave pause. He pulled back, eyes locked onto yours while he awaited your silent consent. You were lost to him when you let the towel drop.
Your heart thundered in your chest, like a bird fluttering against your ribcage, as doubt and anxiety swept through you. He kept his eyes on yours for only a moment more before letting his gaze roam your body. The slow perusal sent bolts of heat to your core, and it took vast amounts of effort not to squirm under his scrutiny. His silence as those crimson eyes raked over every curve set you on edge, at least until you detected a hint of a blush beginning at his ears.
“Beautiful,” he purred almost reverently. And then this giant of a man, the leader of Onychinus, sunk to his knees in front of you. The sight of him in his riding leathers, knelt in front of you and peering up at you with a predatory glint to his eye did unholy things to you. When he shuffled your feet apart and moved in closer, you felt like your knees would buckle. Even sitting back on his heels, his face still easily reached your torso. It was no wonder he commanded the room whenever he walked in.
“Tsk, tsk, so swollen, Kitten,” he tutted, gaze resting on the apex of your thighs. His hands, still encased in fingerless gloves, skirted up your legs, under your thighs and then…oh…oh gods. The pad of one of his thumbs pressed against your swollen bud, teasing you. The sharp intake of breath you gave him only made him smirk more.
“No matter, sweetheart, I can make it better,” he purred before leaning in. Eyes locked on yours, he nestled his face right in and replaced his thumb with his tongue. Leaning heavily against the wall was the only way you were able to remain standing, hands balling into fists at your side. You were so intently focused on the way his mouth lathed at you that you didn’t notice his arms snaking around the backs of your thighs from the inside. Then his hands were resting on your hips and he hauled you upwards just enough that your legs were now fully supported on his broad shoulders. Your hands gripped his and you bit your lip to try and contain the sounds threatening to escape.
But fuck, the way he used his tongue, stroking you with it in between suckling kisses. You were glad for the support, because the moment he slipped that sinful tongue between your slicked folds, your legs would have collapsed. You let your head fall back against the wall, finally letting the moans tumble from you unrestrained. You squirmed, trying to buck against his mouth, but he held fast to you and continued working at you until you came to a shuddering end much more intense than the one you had by yourself in the bath. Hands gripped into his hair, you held him there, riding him out until the fluttering of your walls subsided.
It was the first time in a long time that you felt sated like this, but glancing down at his face told you he was far from done with you. Mischief still glittered in his eyes and a lopsided smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He let your legs fall from his shoulders, but made sure to hold you steady while he stood. You were grateful, since the moment your feet touched the ground, your knees threatened to buckle.
“Hmm, what should I do with you,” he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you so that you could taste yourself on his lips. “It seems a little unfair that you only moan my name when touching yourself.”
With that, he lifted you easily into his arms, mouth colliding with yours again. He carried you to the bed and then dropped you into the center of it, stepping back and observing you for a second.
And then he gave you that devilish smirk while wisps of his evol snaked around your ankles. The black and crimson shadows solidified the further they crept up your legs, and you were certain you could feel his touch in them. The sensations made you squirm and gasp. They crept further and further until they wrapped solidly around your thighs and then-
You sucked in a gasp when you felt the shadows nudge at your clit, circling it like Sylus had with his mouth just moments before. With a chuckle at your reaction, he began to slowly undress himself while keeping his eyes locked to yours.
First his gloves came off, then he shrugged out of his jacket, the leather dropping heavily onto the floor. Your eyes drank in the skin tight black shirt he wore, raking over the hills and valleys of his torso. It was cut off at the shoulder, allowing for you to see the muscles of his arms unobstructed. He was so unbearably beautiful, and you couldn’t believe this was happening.
You tried to bring your thighs together to put pressure where you wanted, but the strands of darkness held fast to you with surprising strength. So, you brought your hand down in an attempt to circle your clit faster, or even maybe add a finger or two. But his shadows shot to your wrists and yanked them above your head.
“Sylus,” you whined, squirming in the grip of his evol.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he admonished with a chuckle, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside. “You only get to watch. Let me handle the rest.”
At his words, you felt the swell of his power, the intensity of the shadows clinging to you growing. And then it shifted, sinking into your slicked folds, that swirling energy stroking you as thoroughly as his tongue did. You arch your back, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.
“Eyes on me, Kitten,” Sylus commanded with purr. You forced your gaze back to him, watching him unbuckling his belt. He took his time removing his leathers, enjoying the way your eyes widened when he was finally bared to you. He took himself in hand, his cock already standing at attention while he stroked himself. Each slow stroke was punctuated by a surge of his shadows invading you. Those shadows were just a promise of what was to come.
“Sylus,” you beg, unable to form the words to tell him what you wanted. All you could do was squirm and whimper while spread open in front of him. He chuckled, but finally crawled up onto the bed. The weight of his shadows was replaced by him, all of them dissipating except the ones holding your wrists above your head. He blazed a trail of open mouthed kisses up your body before devouring your mouth for a brief, heart-stopping moment.
He sat back on his heels, his large hand skirting down your body, followed closely by his heated gaze. Shivers coursed through you and settled in your core at the hunger that was so openly evident in his expression. His hands settled on your hips, pulling you firmly into him.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled through you as a velvet purr, eliciting shivers of anticipation. He notched his cock against your entrance, and then pushed into you with a slow roll of his hips. The feel of his shadows was nothing compared to the way he filled you. Agonizingly slow strokes made your breath hitch. It was so much more than you could’ve ever dreamed, the way his cock dragged along your walls as he pulled and pushed. Definitely better than your own imagination.
“Good girl,” he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed with a groan. “You take me so well, Kitten.”
He shifted his grip so that your legs were hooked over his arms, allowing him to pull you into each of his methodic thrusts. His pace was unhurried, relishing in the sensations each stroke gave. He watched you, taking in your reactions and tilting his head with a sly smirk. You knew your face was heated, but there was no way for you to hide your blush with your wrists still bound.
“S-Sy-“ you whined, squirming in hopes of finding more friction. The torturously slow pace was turning your brain to mush. Your body trembled, gasping breaths puffing from you on whimpered moans. Sylus enjoyed every moment of it, taking pleasure in watching you shudder through each languid stroke.
“That’s more like it,” he crooned when his name began falling from your lips in a throaty pant. He buried himself in you to the hilt, his thrusts taking on a sharper jerk. He barely pulled from you before slamming forward again, granting delicious friction against your clit each time his hips collided with yours. And the gravelly quality of his moans reaching your ears with every thrust, fuck. This was so much more than you ever thought it would be.
Sylus let his head fall back, rocking into you with a steady pace that began to increase in velocity. His moans grew less breathy and more guttural with every strike of his cock against your innermost walls. You watched his body ripple and shudder, watched his muscles bunch and release, watched as his chest began to heave the more he dove into the pleasure.
With his concentration wavering, you were able to free your hands and reach for him. You pulled him down over you, digging your nails into his back while he aggressively rolled his hips into you. His moans, deep and guttural, were now panted against your neck between biting kisses.
Faster and harder, he slammed into you when playfulness died and something more primal took over. You clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around him and your mouth latched onto the slope of his neck. You marked him in multiple places, seeing those purpling spots on his skin sending a thrill through you. Mine, something deep in you claimed him as thoroughly as he claimed you.
Every skillful tilt of his hips as he pistoned in and out of you sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. He brought you right to the precipice and then ushered you over it without pause. The fluttering and trembling of your walls around him, gripping him relentlessly, pulled him over the edge with you. With a harsh growl, he forced himself from you and spilled against your stomach. His lips finally found yours, crashing into you with evident need while his cock twitched and pulsed against you. Deep breaths shuddered through him, through you, as you both came down from the high of release.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he nuzzled into your neck. Your hands carded through the feather-soft strands of his hair, reveling in the feel of the silky strands against your fingers. You couldn’t help it, you just needed to touch him after months of holding back.
“I could say the same about you,” you reply. He chuckled and pulled back, kissing the inside of your wrist before sitting up again. His eyes raked down your body, a growl of approval escaping him as he flattened his hand against your stomach and spread the mess he made there. You were acutely aware that he was still hard as ever, resting hot and heavy against your pelvis. You couldn’t even be embarrassed anymore at being spread before his greedy gaze.
“Now that my affections are clearer, you don’t need to sneak around. The only time I want to hear you moaning my name is when you’re with me- whether my tongue or my cock is buried in you,” he said, his voice still husky with the promise of things to come.
“Is that a threat?” You asked teasingly.
“A promise,” he chuckled. You smirked up at him, slowly snaking your hand down your body.
“What if I wanted to test that?” You say, feigning innocence. You touched yourself, right there under his narrowing gaze, sighing his name with breathy moans as you circled your clit. He watched that smirk play on your face again, a pretty little blush spreading on his cheeks. It was meant to be nothing more than a tease.
But then a predatory smirk danced across his face and he struck. He slammed himself into you, burying to the hilt with a brutal thrust that ripped a climax from you without so much as a warning. You threw your head back with a harsh cry, body arching off the bed as he held your hips to him. You tried to twist away from him, to escape the pleasure that vibrated through you, but he held fast to you.
And then he toyed with your overstimulation, his hips snapping into you with rapid sharp thrusts. He was thoroughly enjoying all the various sounds that erupted from you and each time you screamed his name, it send an electric jolt through him. He quickened the pace, driving into you and wrenching pleasured cries from you over and over. Your brain was mush and your limbs trembled as wave after wave crashed into you. And when he tried to pull from you to spill himself against your stomach again, you clamped your legs around him and forbade him. You would have all the time later to explain how the association provided specialized birth control, but at that moment you wanted him as deep as he could go.
With a strangled curse, he obeyed and plunged as deep as he could. The twitching pulse of his cock sent you into yet another spiral that had you arching off the bed. Fuck, but he felt incredible when he came in you, and you knew you would never be able to touch yourself again without the visceral need to have him buried deep in you.
“That is…so not fair,” you pant against him once your ardor cooled enough to let you think. He chuckled and bundled you in his arms, rolling so he laid beside you without a care to the mess you were making of the sheets. Exhaustion washed over you, and with no wonder. You were pretty sure you did enough exercise that day to last you the week- between tackling furniture and then being tackled by Sylus.
“I did try to warn you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face and kissing you tenderly; first your lips, then your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling sleep tugging at you.
Sylus left the bed, much to your disgruntlement, but returned a short while later. You danced at the edge of unconsciousness but could feel him swiping a soft, damp cloth along your body. Later, you would realize he’d been cleaning you up, so that he wouldn’t have to drag you out of bed for a shower. But sleep took you swiftly the moment he laid back down and pulled you into his warm embrace.
Over the course of the next several weeks, you were disappointed to find that Sylus was much more keenly aware of his surroundings than you gave him credit for. He never once mentioned the furniture prank to you, but he also didn’t mention it to the twins.
“Why do we keep running into everything?!” This became a daily exclamation, one that would have you hiding your laughter behind your hand. They never suspected that it wasn’t their sense of surrounding that was failing, but that their surroundings had actually changed.
One particular fit from the twins had you making eye contact with Sylus, and the two of you bursting into laughter once the twins left the room.
They weren’t at all your intended victim, but you were happy your prank didn’t go to waste.