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His face was much easier to read while he slept. He wasn’t posing or tensing. His brow wasn’t pulled, his mouth wasn’t set in line. He was relaxed, comfortable, completely unaware you were staring at him and memorizing every contour. Okay, maybe that was a bit creepy. But how could you not? Kayden was gorgeous, certainly the most attractive man you had ever dated. His long lashes, his wavy hair, his lips. You were utterly smitten, smacked around by cupid, for him.
Suddenly, Kayden rolled over, laying part of himself on you as he continued to sleep. He snuggled to your chest, clad in his shirt. He was so cute! He was hardly ever cute around you. You loved the weight of his head on your chest, his hand resting softly on your belly.
But oh. Oh! What was that on your leg? Something hard. Something dick shaped! You wriggled a bit to move my leg. And yup, his cock was hard. When did he take off his underwear in the night? Hey, that’s okay, you assured yourself, morning wood is a thing. It happens! Stuff like this is natural.
Kayden grumbled in his sleep. His arm stretched out further, laying across you. His hand then curled, grabbing you side and pulling you in closer. There was a rumble of thunder outside at the same time. Well, everyone in town had been gossiping all week about a huge storm coming. Maybe that was it.
Your thoughts of rain and thunder distracted you long enough for Kayden to strike. He rubbed his face between your breasts, grabbing you in a tight embrace. He moaned, breathing in and letting out a snarl.
“I want it.”
“Kayden!” You gasped, unsure if you should fight or see what he was doing. “Good morning.” You pet the top of his head, running your hands through his soft hair.
He growled low again and it tickled your sternum. “I want it,” he drawled again.
“It sounds like we won’t be working in the garden at school today.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “You can sleep in if you want.”
Kayden’s head zipped down, disappearing under the quilt.
“Kayden?” You lifted the quilt to peek under. Kayden was kissing your belly, your thighs. He breathed against the front of your panties.
“Oh!” You flopped back against the bed, biting back a smug smirk. “Okay, uhm…I don’t know how active I’ll be in the morning but I am-” Your voice drifted off as Kayden’s warm tongue lapped against the fabric of your panties. You could feel his breath, a tinge of wetness. You swallowed back that throbbing of your heart and tried to catch a deep breath.
“Th-that feel since,” you giggled girlishly. “But we have to get ready for uhm…for uh…work!”
Kayden moved aside your panties, licking your folds directly. He wasn’t concerned about work or much else. He moaned against you, pressing in deeper so his tongue parted the soft flesh.
“Kayden,” you began to really lose your breath.
He kissed and growled, finding your clit to focus all his attention upon.
You closed your eyes, throwing our head back as the wolf under the blanket began to feast at your red riding hood.
Lightening flashed right outside the window of the A frame with thunder booming soon after. You jolted, snapping your thighs tight around Kayden’s head.
“Ow!” He said in a laugh.
“Sorry!” You smashed yourself back down into the bed, releasing him. “I don’t like storms.”
Another laugh emanated from under the quilt.
“You think that’s funny? It’s not! Not for me anyways. I get really scared. Like, panicked even.” You pouted. “When I was a kid I would hide in my mom’s closet and wrap myself up in her winter coat to try and block the sounds out.”
Kayden’s head popped out from under the blanket. “I don’t think that’s funny.”
You frowned ta him.
“I don’t,” he was tempted to chuckle, but didn’t. “What scares you so bad? Is it the loud noise?”
“Kind of. I don’t like much of it at all.”
His head tilted, and some of his chestnut curls popped out from under the quilt. “How come?”
“Lightning struck my childhood home,” you confessed. “It hit the roof and it caught on fire. My dad was trying to put it out and he fell off the roof. Then my grandpa hurt his leg trying to help my dad. It was…it was a really stressful night…morning…week.”
His expression went soft. “That is scary.”
“I know people like storms, and it may be silly to be so scared of it all at my age, but I can still remember that night like it happened yesterday. My grandma wasn’t sure what to do so she put me and my brother in her car while my mom tried to cover dad up from the rain while we waited for the ambulance.” You frowned, looking up at the ceiling. “I hated that car. It smelled like cigarettes and White Diamond perfume, and the old car seat grandma had pinched my legs. And she always had Elvis playing in it. I hated Elvis too. Sometimes when it storms, I can still smell her ash tray overflowing in the car. That’s why I would always hide in mom’s closet, to smell her and not cigarettes with White Diamonds.”
Shaking your head you scoff. “Mom and Dad laugh about it now. It makes me mad when they do. It was so scary for me, I thought it was for them too.”
“How about you stay with me then?”
I cut my eyes back to Kayden’s face, his head covered by the quilt. “I’ll take care of you during this big storm. I’ll make sure you don’t get scared, or smell cigarettes.” His fingers were inside you, pressing against that most sensitive of spots. “I’ll distract you from it. Even if the power goes out, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable and calm. I bet I could even make you like storms.”
You whimpered, shutting your eyes tight and biting your bottom lip. Damn him and his long, strong fingers. “Hey…what about…it’s early.” You were having a hard time collecting your thoughts.
He laughed seductively, moaning into your ear. “That’s my good girl. You get so wet for me.” His fingers were the ones making the magic happen, his voice happened to be the overkill.
Your teeth released your bottom lip and you let out a sigh. Kayden licked your lips then bit the tip of your ear. “I want you so fucking bad.” His deep voice growled against your skin, vibrating down to your core.
Thunder rattled the windows and you locked yourself tightly around Kayden. Your thighs trapped his hand and your hands clutched tight onto his arms.
“Aw, my poor girl.” He kissed and nibbled your neck. “There’s nothing to worry about while I’m here.” He growled into your ear. His arm bulged under your grasp, becoming furrier, thicker. “I’m going to protect you. I promise.”
You whimpered, burying your face into the curve of his now fluffy neck.
His warm body pressed against you. He was wrapped around you like your mom’s wool, winter coat. Heavy, a little scratch, but ultimately warm and inviting.
“What’s scarier, huh?” He kissed your cheek, pressing his cold nose to you temple. “Me? Or that silly storm?”
You opened your eyes, gazing up at the mighty wolf above you. “Don’t tease me.”
“But it’s fun.” He opened my thighs again, settling himself between him. He laid his cock against your thigh and pushed up your shirt. “I like to make you pout.”
You took that very look off your face.
Laughing, Kayden slowly moved into position. “The way this storm is going, I’ve got all weekend to tease you.” He arched his hips, placing the tip of his cock at your folds. “How lucky am I?”
He pressed inside slowly, filling you until the knot pressed firmly against you. A sigh escaped your lips and you moved your hands up his back. You would get used to this soon right? You’d get used to the werewolf? The pleasure? You hoped not, but maybe one day you wouldn’t get so flustered every time.
The thunder faded away, leaving only the patter of rain behind. Everything was calm and covered in fog. The world hadn’t started yet. The morning rain had made time freeze. But inside the A frame, everything was moving very quickly. Kayden’s deep thrusts, his growing growls. You were pushed back into the pillows, your moans growing louder.
“Take it! Take it!” Kayden said through gnashed teeth.
There was a pop, a stillness. Kayden was silent as he held his breath tight in his chest. The knot was inside you, firm, tight, almost pushing you over the edge. One more hard thrust and you could topple over.
Kayden laughed as he pushed aside pillows. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You take my cock and knot like they were made for you. I’m proud of you.” He licked his teeth as he gazed down upon you. “Are you gonna be even better and come for me?”
Why did he always want to talk at these moments? You were a blushing, wheezing mess, yet he could be moments away from nutting and still dirty talk you like he wasn’t even the least bit flustered.
“I’ll give you a present,” He stroked your cheek. “I love how flushed you get. Rosy cheeks and your pussy.” His laugh snapped you out of it for a moment.
“Sssshhhh!” You managed to hiss out.
His fluffy ears perked up. “Oh? What’s that?” he leaned down. “You finally got the nerve to say something while I’m inside you?” He rut his hips, circling them so he pressed against your walls.
“Muh-maybe you ssshhhh-should stop talking,” you whimpered.
His smirk grew and his ears slicked back. “You found your voice!” he was teasing you now. “I want you to use it while I make you come.” He thrust in deeper, pressing before pulling back and thrusting in again. Something about the knot made everything that more intense. It pressed against everything good, making every motion of his body ripple through your like an electric current.
“That’s it. It’s all over your face,” he snarled. “Talk to me. Open those lips for me. I want to hear your voice! Come for me. Come for me!”
What did you say as the orgasm erupted in your body? You weren’t sure, but there was a certain reaction on Kayden’s face as you screamed it. You weren’t able to process it, everything went to white, hot light as you came. Your body tensed, relaxed, and your lashes fluttered. You melted into the bed, panting for breath as Kayden stilled above you.
“That’s it,” he whispered, petting your chest. “Take me.” He slowly moved aside, laying back down upon the bed beside you.
You rolled over to cuddle him, but he was strangely still and quiet. His eyes were focused upon the ceiling. Beyond the ceiling actually, it was like he was staring through it and into the sky, through the sky even.
“Is something wrong?” You asked.
“Hm? No.” He turned his head away. “Just listening to the rain. That’s all.”
You pouted. He was usually so cuddly and snuggly after sex. He seemed a bit distant now. You rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes to also hear the pitter patter of rain. What did you say? You know you said something but everything was pushed out with the climax.
Kayden sat up. “We should get ready for work though. I can’t believe how late it got.”
“I told you!” Your legs wobbled as you got out of bed.
At school, the kids were obviously disappointed that the rain had canceled gardening day. Instead, you had them draw what their own ideal gardens would look like.
“You can make them all flowers, vegetables, giant berry bushes! Whatever you would like,” you told them. “Imagine growing up and planting one behind your house.”
“My dad said no one can afford a whole house,” one child chimed in.
“Uh-” You were stunned, unsure how to respond.
“He said we’re lucky Mrs. Locklear gives us a good deal.”
“Mr. Billy lets my mom pay in cookies sometimes,” another kid added to the conversation.
How the hell was I going to get out of this? “Imagine you can buy a house!” You laughed, desperate. “You can do anything with your imagination.”
“My mom does! She writes books!” A little girl cheered excitedly.
“See?” You hoped to get off the topic of the crumbling infrastructure and the bleak outlook of housing. “You can do anything you imagine!”
“I can’t fly!” A kid screamed as there was a knock on the door.
The door opened and Kayden stepped in, thank goodness. Hopefully this would redirect the kids’ minds.
“Here about the leak.” He dragged in his toolkit with him. All the kids waved and welcomed him into the room.
“What’s up little people?” He mumbled.
You motioned to the window. “Over here. It’s leaking pretty bad.”
“Oh yeah, this is the only classroom left with the old windows,” he continued to barely speak up. “Shouldn’t be a problem. They’ll probably replace these over the summer. But I’ll get the leak under control.”
“Thanks.” You smiled and he looked as though he was blushing.
“Okay kids, let's put down our things for a minute,” you called out. “It’s time for snacks.” You rolled out the prepared snack tray. You picked up one of the metal pans that held the snacks and started delivering them to the kids.
“Mr. Kayden, would you like one?” You offered sweetly. It was the last paper bowl on the tray. It would have been yours, but you thought Kayden would need it more. “We have orange slices and carrots because orange is the color of the day.” You set the empty baking sheet down to take the snack to him.
He took your offering. “Thanks, teacher.” Even in front of the kids he wasn’t going to smile. “The snack from this morning is wearing off.”
I glared at him, giving him a warning. “Shh!” I hissed.
He licked his lips before biting into a baby carrot.
“We also have mango juice for-”
Thunder as loud as it could possibly be rang out through the classroom. You screamed, grabbing ahold of your ears to cover them. This caused a knee jerk reaction from all your students. Dozens of little eyes stared at you. One student held the baking sheet, having dropped it on the ground which caused the loud, thunder-like noise.
“Pfft-”
Your eyes darted to Kayden.
His face was red, his eyes shining. He was biting down on his lip so he didn’t laugh. Puffs of air escaped his nose, a smile spread as you stared at him. The kids all started to giggle. Kayden laughed.
He laughed.
Julian came into the room with the cups. “Is everything okay in here? I heard a scream.” he looked concerned, just like Kayden should have.
“Yeah! Fine!” You gave Kayden a terrified but angry look before turning and heading over to Julian. “Just got startled is all. I’m not a fan of storms.” You admitted under your breath to him.
“Looks like you’re headed for an unhappy weekend then,” Julian chuckled. “Supposed to be big thunderstorms all week.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Julian tilted his head. “You sure you’re okay.”
Your brow was pinched as you took the cups. “Yeah. I’ll be okay. I just need to distract myself.”
You kept your back turned to Kayden as you couldn’t stand the sight of him now. You poured juice, accidentally spilling some as your hands were shaking.
Why would he laugh at you? Especially after you told him how badly storms scared you. You could still vividly remember that night as a child. The sound of your dad falling off the roof, his small, quick yell. Your grandfather screaming just out the front door. Your mom panicked, your grandma lifting you up into her arms and her bulky, flowery necklace poking you in the face.
“Here, let me do that.” Julian took over pouring the juice for you, as your hands were still shaking.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Do you want to take an early lunch? I can handle things from here.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “We’re drawing gardens right? Maybe I could read them some Amelia Bedelia.”
“Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” You wiped your hands off on your smock. “I think I’ll do that. And the kids will love that.”
Despite Kayden being in your classroom most of the day, you did everything in your power to ignore him. The more you saw him, the angrier you got. The longer the day went on, the more you over thought, and his laugh pierced you like a knife. Everytime you caught a glimpse of him or even heard him working on the window, that laugh stabbed at you again. If he would laugh at you over that, what else would he laugh at? Would he laugh every time your period cramps got too bad? Would he laugh when you cried during movies? Would he laugh if you got hit by a car?
Things spiraled into your mind until you had no other choice than to be angry with him. You’d stay angry forever!
At the end of the day, you were finishing up cleaning for the weekend when Kayden popped his head into the door.
“Wanna go get some food, babe?”
You remained quiet, brow pinched. Babe! Ha! He had the nerve to call you that. By this point, you had thought too much, it was too late for him.
He walked into the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his coveralls. “I was thinking we could pick up a few snacks too, get settled in for the stormy weekend.”
“I think I’ll just go home,” you pouted.
Kayden's lips slightly parted. “Oh…okay.”
You slammed papers down upon the desk to even them out. “I don’t want to get laughed at all weekend.” You set the stack of paper into a basket.
His brows raised and his hands slipped from his pockets. “Laughed at?” His face was blank for a brief moment before he remembered, but I was already heading for the door.
“Wait!”
“Sorry, I’m busy.” You hurry down the hallway, unsure if he is chasing you or not. It didn’t matter, you were too mad to talk to him anyways. You were stopped in your tracks as you went to step outside. It was raining still, everything was wet and muddy.
“You came with me. Let me take you home at least!”
You stormed outside, using your smock to cover your head.
“Are you crazy?” Kayden snapped.
“You’ll see crazy if you keep following me!” You snapped back at him.
He stared, jaw slack, eyes wide. “What?”
Maybe it was a bit dramatic to run out into the rain like that. You didn’t have your car, and by the time you got to your apartment, you were soaked to the bone. You sat at your kitchen table, wrapped in a robe and blanket while you stared into your cup waiting for the tea to steep.
It wasn’t funny to you. Why would he laugh like he did? You just told him how frightened you were of storms, of the loud thunder. Whatever excuse he had, you didn’t want to hear it, so your phone was off.
So much for protecting you over the weekend.
You glanced through the kitchen window, watching the deluge come down. The small awning over the back porch was sagging with the heavy weight of all that rain. Gray water poured down, hitting the earth with a splattering, sputtering sound that was surely kicking up dirt and grass.
“I should talk to Mrs. Locklear about that,” you grumbled. You lifted up the cup of tea to take a sip when there was a low, ominous rumbling in the distance. Your hands clinched tight around the mug, you shoulders tensed, and you eyes flicked back out to the window.
“One…two…three…” You slowly began counting down until you saw lightning. But it never flashed, so you breathed a sigh of relief. “Still far off.” You drank some tea and grimaced. “Bitter.”
Leaving the cup behind, you got up and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself down upon the bed. Sprawled out, you took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. That morning had been so nice. Waking up to Kayden cuddled up on you, his beautiful hair, his long eyelashes. Why did it have to get ruined? Why did this storm have to interrupt it at all and change everything?
Why did he laugh?
You sighed loudly, dramatically. Rolling over onto your side, you glared at the wall across from you. Maybe you should talk to him. Maybe he did have something to say to excuse his laugh.
Thunder rumbled again and your eyes cut over to the shut curtains.
Sitting up, you went back into the kitchen, picking up your turned off phone from the table. You looked at it, wondering if you wanted to see how many times he had called or how many texts he sent. You didn’t want excuses though. Him trying to talk his way out of it was only going to annoy you more. Maybe that’s what you wanted though, to have reason to stay mad at him.
He laughed at you! Stay mad!
You turned on the phone, watching the loading screen twinkle and chime before it went to the wallpaper and clock. Nothing popped up at first.
You were about to get mad at that.
“I’m sorry.” The text appeared, alone, singular, nothing else.
Your mouth hung open. “That’s it?” You unlocked your phone to make sure that wasn’t all. One phone call. Two texts.
“Please tell me you got home safe. I’ll leave you alone after that.”
“I’m sorry.”
That was all? Were you impressed or were you about to erupt?
“I’m home.” Was all you texted.
Then you waited. You stared at your phone clutched tightly in you hand. What if he tapped at your window then? Had he been watching you all that time? He better not be pulling an Edward Cullen!
Your phone chimed as the thoughts began to spiral again. “I’m glad. I was worried.”
“Glad? You’re glad?” You snapped at the phone. Another chime stopped you from turning your phone off again.
“It’s supposed to get bad tonight. I want you make sure you’re going to be okay.”
“How dare you care about me? You care now? Not when I was actually scared?” You snarled at the phone. “Damn him,” you muttered.
“Can I send you take out?”
“Fuck you!” You snapped at the phone. “Stop being nice! I want to stay mad.” Tears welled up and you sniffled. “Stop ignoring it.” You sat back down at the table, staring at his kind offer to get you food. He knew you hadn’t gone shopping yet, you both were going to do that Sunday. That had been the plan. The Food Rainbow always had the best sells on Sunday, and if you beat the church crowd it was bliss.
“You like the Pho at Charlie’s Garden, right?”
Stop it.
“Maybe the bagel basket as Cthulu Brew.”
“Are you trying to apologize?” You typed. You deleted it and typed something else out before deleting that. “Do you know why you’re apologizing?” You hit send, but you instantly regretted it.
“I sound like a fucking nag!” You whimpered, standing back up again.
“I laughed.”
Yeah you fucking laughed! You traitor!
“I’m sorry. It startled me and I laughed as a reflex.”
No forgiveness, or else that dramatic running away you did was even more ridiculous by context.
“You know how scared I get.”
“I know. It wasn’t a good look.”
Good look! Ha! It was hideous, disgusting, monstrous. Liek his werewolf form had rolled around in poop and mud.
No. Stop. That wasn’t kind either.
“I’ll send you food.”
Stop trying to take care of me, you thought.
“Another boar? How about a deer?”
Stop trying to make jokes!
“I’ll be fine. I just need to cool off.”
“I understand.”
You pouted, setting your phone down and walking over to the back door. The rain was still coming down, the waterfall from the awning was somehow worse. Your eyes flicked up, noticing what looked like a screw ont he awning frame coming loose. You squinted your eyes, stepping closer to the glass of the door. The awning came apart, falling downa nd breaking a window pane. All that rain water came down at once, flooding the porch and seeping in through the back door and sloshing through the broken window.
You yelped, jumping into action by trying to block the door with the towel wrapped around your hair. But there was so much pouring in at once, the old door couldn’t hold it back. You ran and grabbed more towels from the bathroom, shoving them around the door and floor. You then worked on cleaning up the shatter glass, but it had exploded all through the kitchen.
Thunder rumbled again amongst all this panic, but this time, lightning flashed near by.
“Fuck.” You grabbed you phone and made a hurried search on how to temporarily repair a broken window. You scurried through the kitchen, barefoot, to find some duct tape and anything waterproof. You stepped on glass and right as you were stopping to look, the power went off.
You whimpered, ready to break down in tears.
You hobbled to the bathroom though, managing to light the candle there and use your phone to check the damage. The piece of glass was hard to find against all the blood. It hurt to touch and you wondered if you would have to get the foot removed. You kept blood from flooding the wound and you managed to get out the shard of glass.
Thunder boomed and you screamed, falling into the tub where you curled up there. You gathered up your courage to put a bandaid on your foot, then you hunted for a pair of socks to cover it. Your room was extra dark, and even with the phone flashlight it was hard to search the drawers.
Again, thunder roared, ripping through you, tearing apart your nervous system. You don’t remember flinging yourself into your closet, but as you curled up in the far corner, you realized it wasn’t as good as your mother’s closet. The smell wasn’t there, her lingering scent of laundry detergent and vanilla musk. You sniffled, covering your head with the bridesmaid gown you wore for a college friend’s wedding.
“It’s okay,” you tried to assure yourself. “It’s okay. You’re going to be fine.”
The bright flash of lightning made you cower back into the closet. You wrapped the skirt around your head again.
“It stinks in here,” you grumbled.
“Where are you?” The voice came from the front, muffled by clothes wrapped around your head. “Oh my god…hey!” Kayden called out your name, sounding panicked. “Where are you?”
“Here!” You started to full on sob in the closet, sobbing into that bridesmaid gown and a pair of old jeans.
There was a good scent now, a warm scent. “It’s okay,” he said gently as he knelt down in the closet before you.
You wanted to see him, but you were frozen in place as you sobbed.
“I was going to leave the food outside but I smelled blood and I…sorry. I just barged in.” He murmured.
“It’s okay,” You shuddered through sobs.
“I saw the kitchen. Let me go patch that up okay? I have some old tarp in my car I can use.” He started to stand up, hesitating before leaving.
You wanted him to stay, you wanted to follow him, but thunder once again broke what little calm you gathered and you shoved yourself back into that corner. You listened for Kayden as he worked in the kitchen. After a while, he came back to the closet.
“Want to come out?” His hand reached out, touching your knee. “Or do you want me to go?”
“Please stay,” you whimpered.
“Then can you come out?”
You slowly unwrapped the jeans from around your ears, seeing him for the first time. You took his hand, crawling out from the closet with him. He picked you up, carrying you to the bed where you wrapped you up in blankets.
“I’ll go get the food.”
You nodded, blinking tears from your eyes.
He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry I find you cute right now.”
You flicked him a dirty look, but you couldn’t hold it. Instead your pouted. “What food did you bring?”
“I wasn’t sure. I got you noodles, dumplings, and bagels.”
You sniffled. “You’re trying too hard.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I am.” He left, vanishing briefly before he came back with three bags. “What do you want to start with?”
“Noodles,” you were still pouting.
Kayden sat down on the bed beside you, taking out a container and opening it for you. The noodles smelled wonderful, garlicky, tangy, and exactly what you needed. Your grandmother always made noodles when you had a bad day.
“Once the rain lets up, I’ll fix that leak in your door. I’m sure Mrs. Locklear will get the window replaced real quick. But until then, we should stay at my place.” Kayden said trying to be of comfort.
“I’m not going out there,” you said between bites.
He chuckled. “I know. Not tonight. But I’ll stay here tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch if you want me to.”
“No. You can sleep here.”
“I am really sorry I hurt your feelings,” he replied. “I didn’t realize what had happened until it was too late. Then I thought I could ignore it and hoped you would forget.” he shook his head. “I guess I was hoping for an easy fix.”
“You made me think that this morning as all for nothing,” you grumbled. “I don’t tell people I’m scared of storms because they do laugh like that.”
Kayden’s beautiful eyes fell apologetically on me. “I know.”
You offered him the container and he took it, eating noodles while you opened up another containing the spicy pho.
In the morning, you woke to the sound of gentle rain and small beams of light coming through the curtains. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. They were puffy and sore from crying. You sighed with relief that the storm had passed. You never thought you’d fall asleep last night, but having Kayden there helped.
Kayden!
You sat up, looking around for him. He wasn’t in bed, and it seemed the power was still out. You got out of bed, walking through the quiet. It was always so strange how quiet it was without any power.
You stepped into the kitchen, seeing Kayden had taped up a panel of tarp both inside and outside of the broken window. The towels had been cleaned up as well, and there was only one around the bottom. Your phone was still on the table so you picked it up.
“Went to get us breakfast. Hopefully power isn’t out in town.” The text on screen read.
You sighed with relief as you made yourself comfortable at the table. “How does town look?” You asked.
It took a bit, but he responded. “Sorry, I’ll be a bit. There were a couple of trees down on the way in so I stopped to help.”
“That’s okay. I was mainly worried when I didn’t see you this morning.”
“Not mad at me anymore?”
You pursed your lips. “Don’t push your luck buddy.” You set your phone down to inspect the fridge. Maybe you had some cold brew left over you could have to tide you over until Kayden got back home. There were some chimes behind you as you took out the bottle.
You added caramel sauce and creamer, then sat down to inspect the texts.
“I can’t wait to get back and make you cum.”
You nearly spit out your drink.
“I’m going to knot you all day, baby.”
“To make up for those tears I’m going to make you cry out my name.”
Then there was a picture of the bulge in his jeans.
You gulped down your coffee and typed a reply. “You’re crazy.”
“Let me be corny and say it’s all for you.”
You bit down on your lip, wondering if you should even reply to that. Your eyes darted around as you tried to plot out a coherent reply.
“There’s a line around the block at Cthulu Brew. It’s one of the few places open.” Kayden replied, sounding less lewd.
“You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to. I’m sure the power will come back on soon. I still have some cold brew if you want it.”
“I want you more than anything.”
There it goes again! How do you reply? You’ve never really sexted before. At least, not with someone who wasn’t long distance. Kayden was right there! Why sext when you could just, you know, actually sex?
“I want to tease that pretty little pussy of yours.”
Your whole head warmed up at once. Who knows how red you got with just that one suggestive sentence. “You’re going to be at the window soon!”
“No too soon. I’ve got time to metaphorically fool around. I want you to be dripping wet by the time I get home.”
He’s not fooling around! “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m serious about this teasing.”
You pouted. “I don’t know what to say,” you texted.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
Everything was warm, steamy. It was humid, but also, just thinking about all the things Kaydenb did to you got your warm under the collar.
“Do you want to touch my cock?”
You bit your lip a little more.
“Do you want to feel me in your throat again?”
Yes. No! He couldn’t read your mind could he. You’d barely ever given oral, but Kayden’s cock always seemed to be begging for it. The glistening tip was so nice on your tongue, even better as it started to press at your throat. You pinched your thighs together.
“Talk to me.”
You released your lip from your teeth and ran your tongue over it. “Will you be a werewolf for me?”
“Of course. Is that what you like?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on now, baby. Tell me what you want.”
You thought about the previous morning, how he snuck under the covers, how his hard sex pressed into your thigh. “ I want-” you typed out and hesitated. “I want-” you said out loud as you tried to get the words out. You then messaged him your reply.
“I want you to call me a good girl.”
“You like that huh?”
“I want you to massage me, rub me all over. Tease me.”
“With this?”
He sent a picture of him sitting in his car, his jeans unzipped and cock exposed.
“You’re in public!” You fuss.
“No one is around.”
You frowned, but your eyes kept focusing on his hard, thick cock. Your mind went blurry, remembering how good it felt inside. Throbbing. Pulsing. Filling you with heat.
“Are you touching it?”
“I am.”
You reached a hand between your thighs and began grinding on your wrist. “Why would you do that there of all places?”
“Because if I don’t I’ll jump out of the car and hump the first tree I see.”
You giggled. “Aren't you worried you’ll get caught?”
“Nah. It feels too good to worry. Not as good as you though.”
Your panties felt damp.
“I wanna be inside you.”
You too.
“I want to fuck you. I want to cum inside you and watch it drip out.”
Fuck! You too!
He sent another picture of himself, cock in hand, expression pathetic. “I need you, baby. In more ways than one.”
You lifted up you shirt, taking a picture of your breasts for him. It was exciting and a little embarassing.
“Thank god the line is moving fast. I can’t wait to get home and ravage that little, perfect body of yours.”
You were touching yourself through your panties. “Hurry.”
You pushed aside your panties and rubbed your fingers directly against your warm, dripping sex. You were aching, hungry for him. What had you been mad about?
You must have lost track of time, because the next thing you knew, Kayden was barreling through the door and pressing you into the cold linoleum. He was kissing you, biting you lips, sucking your tongue.
“You perfect thing you,” he snarled. He didn’t waste time by taking off clothes or worrying about where you were. He was inside you, the sipper of his jeans pressing into your leg. He was snarling, feral.
“Good girl! You got so wet for me.” His jowls were glistening, teeth barred.
“Kay-Kayden!” Your voice trembled as he thrust harder and deeper inside you. Was he bigger than usual? His knot was so hot against your folds.
“Take it. Take me. Oh you fucking gorgeous creature. You take my cock so good!” He growled, shivering before locking eyes with you.
“Don’t stop-” you gasped.
His fur stood on end and his eyes flashed. “Never.”
Warnings - smut, talk of death, oral sex, vaginal sex, erm, sexy bone talk?
Words - 2.6k
A/N - I wanted to explore what physical intimacy and a sexual relationship could possibly look like between Bone Daddy Emmrich and Rook. Have I convinced myself to let Emmrich become a Lich because of this? possibly.
Comments and reblogs as always are much appreciated. If sex with a skeleton has made you as unhinged as it has made me, please let me know so I know I'm not out here all alone. Skele-fuckers unite.
“I’m surprised this is still here.”
You sit on the bed and skim your fingers over sheets of finest nevarran silk. A deep red that shimmers in the veilfire light. It looks like spilled liquid. Like you are sitting in a pool of blood.
You thought the lighthouse would have taken Emmrich’s secret room away. That it would have pulled it back into the fade by whatever flicker of etheric consciousness granted it in the first place. Surely a bedroom was no longer required for the being who would never rest again.
“It knows you are still in need of sleep, darling.” his familiar voice hums “And it knows I am still in desperate need of you.”
His voice is still his. Mostly. Words spoken just as lovingly, but though they had echoed across from another room. You long to be in the same room.
A tear slips free, darkening the silk beneath it.
You have made love countless times in this bed. You suppose you will never do so again.
How would it work? Emmrich had been a partner who luxuriated in the sensual, and you had delighted in each of his mortal intimacies. His slow unravel by your hands, mouth, words, cunt - all of you. Every part given, fully, for every part of him. The laxity of his muscles, the slick of his sweat, the sounds he made—so animal and desperate they could have been dredged up from a time when words had not yet been assigned meaning.
You had touched him everywhere, every way. Around him. Against him. Inside him. Until his human heart pumped blood hard and fast around his body from exertion and undeniable want. Jaw slack, eyes lidded, hair mussed. Soaked and shaking. Yours. You had found the softest, hardest, most hidden recesses that only you were allowed to uncover and uncovered them. Explored and then worshipped them with all the devotion of a doomed sinner granted absolution.
What would that even look like now?
With no nerve endings to spark, how could you ignite him? Even if not for sexual gratification, but purely for devotion and acceptance, how would you show it?
You could wrap your hands around his gold-plated ribs, stroking the arch of each one and reach inside his thoracic cage to where his heart once beat, and press your hand flat against his spine. The scaffolding that had many times bent over and beneath you now fully exposed.
What would he taste like if you kissed him? His flesh had been hot musk and salt, but surely his bones would be cool. You imagine pressing the flat of your tongue to his clavicle, his patella, running it down each and every vertebrae.
There would be no tongue to meet yours, no scalp for your fingers to scrape. No half-hard cock to coax into fullness, to take into the warmth of your wanting mouth until it was rock-hard and aching.
But could you slot yourself between his hips? Feel the curve of his pelvic girdle supporting you? Could you grind against his coccyx, seeking friction? Could you take his phalanges and guide them into the soft, wet heat of your body?
Would he feel it?
No skin, no nerves, no raging synapses. But perhaps, somewhere deeper—in his marrow, where he is still soft - would he feel something?
Would you?
“You have questions,” He says, reaching out with a hand wrapped in linen. The gold that still adorns it is somehow a comfort. He seems to hesitate, unsure, and abandons his instinctive reach and settles for distance. There feels like so much distance.
You finally look up, to the sockets where hazel eyes had been replaced with pitches of veilfire.
“Can you see me?” you ask.
“More clearly than ever, my love”
You feel small in your lack of understanding, in your need for answers you may not be prepared for.
You lift your hands to push the pads of your fingers against the exposed bone of his once-handsome face. To hold his skull in your palms.
“Can you feel me?”
“More deeply than you could possibly imagine.”
“But not the same as before?”
“No, not the same as before.”
Your hands drop and he kneels before you—the eternal lich-lord of the grand necropolis, brought to his knees by his mortal lover.
“Could you explain?” you ask. “Could you show me?”
You need to know. Need to be sure that, even though the desires of his flesh were obliterated along with his poor, cherished body, his soul still burns for you. That he loves you. That his love is even a sliver of what you feel for him.
His hand lifts to cup your face, the cold press of metal cold against your flushed skin.
“I can show you, darling. For a short time, at least. No mortal can stand it for long, even one as indomitable as you.” You hear the warmth in his words, and you nod.
The green fire in his skull shifts—gold, silver, blinding white. Every colour. No colour. Shades and tones streaking with luminescence that have no name, known only to stars and gods.
The room disappears, reduced to a pinpoint, and you to a dust mote within it. The air you gasp for is ancient, and has been breathed by countless lives across countless worlds. Stars blaze, and the world spins ever onward.
“Focus on me, love. Deep, slow,” he says, echoing words he once spoke. Weeks ago? Years? Seconds? Words he has said, will say, is saying.
Ripples become waves, dust becomes desert.
In Arlathan, the trees sing. In the Necropolis, the grieving howl. The Veil creaks, and the Fade whispers. Countless mortals are born, die, laugh, and weep—
“Too much,” you say, voice trembling. “It’s too much.”
“Here.” He places his other hand on your cheek. “Look at me.”
You do, and it is him. Neither undead nor alive. Neither mortal nor other. Simply him. Emmrich.
The colour of summer changing into autumn. The first crackle of a much-needed fire. Tea leaves steeping. A song, half-remembered, slipping back into memory. Fingers brushing along the spines of books. Gold. Curiosity. Warmth. Joy.
The Fade swirls around him, patterns shifting like dust caught in sunlight.
He laughs—a soft sound, and it is here, in this room, with you. You breathe it in, let it settle within you, until it is no longer just his laughter but yours as well.
And you feel what he feels: joy. Joy that he is here and so are you. That you love him, and he delights in it. That he loves you, eternally.
Other feelings ripple through you: curiosity, patience, calm, apprehension, relief. Fear—not of his death, but purely of yours. And something else, a feeling with no name.
The moment just after sleep but before waking.
And—
Oh.
Desire. Still there, waiting. Changed, but present. Brand new and ancient all at once.
“I didn’t think you could still feel... that you would...” you say
“Of course I do, dearest. Of course.”
“Me too,” you admit, your cheeks warming, a blush spreading as though you’re uncoiling some hidden truth. You feel inexperienced—like a virgin, your palms and tongue aching but uncertain of how to use them, every inch of you yearning and unsure.
The desire - his desire, yours, both - blooms at your confession, pulling at your chest like a string of heat tethering you to him. It doesn’t just simmer within you; it coils around you, around him, entwining you.
And you understand—it’s obvious. Your pleasure is his pleasure. He can feel it. Taste it. Indulge in it.
His hand trails down from your shoulder, brushing along your arm with such featherlight grace that it makes you gasp.
“Would you like me to stop?” he asks softly. “We do not have to—”
“Keep going, please,” you breathe, almost desperate.
His hands settle at your waist, as he eases you down onto the silken sheets. His legs nudge yours apart, and he kneels above you, towering and tender.
“How could you ever doubt me, my darling?” he murmurs, voice low, steady, and unwavering. “That I would no longer love you? No longer want you? The stars themselves could burn to cinders and fall from the sky before I am ever done desiring you.”
There is a crackle, a spark. The room is alive with static.
“Do you think I need to be built of flesh and blood to grant you absolute pleasure?”
From his hands gripping your waist comes a sensation unlike anything you’ve known. A vibration with no movement. A hum with no sound. Pulses of magic and heat throb beneath your skin and behind your eyes, winding through you like molten threads of ecstasy.
Your back arches, your toes curl, and your breath leaves you in a gasp.
“Do you think I need a tongue?”
And then it fills you—a memory so vivid it bursts across your senses. You taste it, smell it, live it again. His desk beneath you, your legs spread wide, his face buried between your thighs. His hands grip you, fingers biting into your skin to keep you still as you tremble, his moans vibrating through you as he drinks in your pleasure. You are shaking, undone by the force of your orgasm, even as his arousal presses against the confines of his trousers, desperate to be buried inside you, to—
The same pulse he felt then thunders through you now, the magic igniting your nerve endings and burning you alive with sensation. The lich-lord hums above you, satisfied, as you writhe beneath him.
“My darling,” he says, his voice molten with indulgence, “I can unravel you with naught but words and salacious intent…”
Another wave crashes over you, another memory. The Cobbled Swan, the din of the pub swirling around you in a haze. You’re in a shadowed corner, barely listening to the sultry croon of the singer. Emmrich’s lips brush your ear as his hand works its way under your skirts, his fingers stroking the slick heat between your thighs.
His whispers are wicked, hedonistic. Somehow eloquent and obscene in equal measure. His words pour into you, their meaning rippling through your body. He’s telling you to stay quiet, to keep still, and the tension coils tighter as you try, your breaths shallow and ragged. You can feel his fingers moving, the heat of his mouth, the intimacy of his whispers.
Now, in this moment, his voice fills the room as if it’s being said anew, a loop of memory and magic merging. You come apart beneath him, your body and mind unable to tell the difference between the past and this overwhelming present.
“There is ecstasy to be found beyond the confines of mortal flesh - whatever pleasure exists, whatever fulfillment, I shall pull from the world of the living and the fade and anything that exists beyond and in-between. It shall be yours, as I am.”
A final memory... no, more than that. A hope, a dream, a pinnacle. You are in the bed you lay upon now, with Emmrich above you as he is in this moment. His skin is warm against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek, his lips brushing against yours, parting only to let your tongues meet in a rhythm as familiar as breathing.
He moves inside you, slow and deliberate. Between heated kisses, he pulls back to stare into your eyes. His gaze is a mixture of unending love and fierce desire, as if he is seeing every part of you - body, soul, thoughts - all at once.
A strand of his hair has come loose, falling against his brow, and you reach up to brush it away. Your touch lingers, your fingertips tracing his face. His breath hitches, and yours follows suit.
There is a build within him, a cord tightening, coiling, that matches your own. You can’t tell which is yours and which is his; it is all the same now. His pleasure courses through you, your pulse racing in tandem with his.
Then and now. Past and present. Man and Lich.
There is no separation, no boundary. Just the two of you, suspended in a moment that stretches to eternity.
Stars burst behind your eyes as the threads pull impossibly tight, and then everything shatters into golden light. Wave after wave crashes through you, a tide that refuses to retreat, frothing and roiling within and around you. It is exquisite. It is unbearable.
“Too much,” you gasp, the words tearing from your throat, raw and desperate.
Immediately, his hands leave you, the connection severed with a suddenness that leaves you aching. The tidal wave recedes, and the world rushes back into place. You are on the silken sheets once more, in the confines of his bedroom. Mortal. Spent.
The vibrant, pulsing energy of a moment ago is gone, leaving the air still and heavy, yet your body hums with its lingering echoes. It all feels grey now in comparison to the brilliance you’d just glimpsed. The technicolor vastness he now inhabits is out of reach once more.
“Are you alright, darling?”
You nod, swallowing against the rush of sensations that still ebb and flow inside you. Words elude you for the moment, but he doesn’t press. He waits, ever-patient, until you prop yourself up against the pillows, and only then does he move to join you. The weight of him laying beside you is a comfort.
“I wanted you to feel it,” he murmurs, warm and intimate “Even briefly. To know how deeply I burn for you, even now.”
The soft glow of veilfire reflects in the curve of his skull, casting an otherworldly light on the contours of his form. You want to curl up against him, the way you used to, but are unsure how. His body is devoid of the pliant comfort you once took for granted.
Instead, you settle for his hand resting upon your stomach, his thumb moving in gentle, slow circles against your skin. You close your eyes for a moment, focusing on that simple motion, letting it calm the ache in your chest. The yearning for what once was softens, replaced by a quiet appreciation for what remains.
You place your hand over his, lacing your fingers, marveling at how perfectly they still fit together. Nothing else matters. There is only him and you, and the flame that burns eternal.
“Could we…” Your voice is tentative, “Could we do that again sometime?”
The sound of his laughter fills the room, rich and familiar. The laughter of the man you knew - and still know. The way he has always laughed for you, unguarded.
“Of course we can,” he says, the corners of his voice soft with a smile you feel even if you can’t see.
You push yourself up, pressing a kiss where his teeth gleam in place of lips. He makes a sound like a sigh, a tender exhalation that warms you as you lay back down, shifting onto your side to face him. He mirrors you, his empty gaze impossibly full of affection.
“I have more questions for.. ” A yawn steals the rest of your words away.
“I know, but sleep now,” he murmurs. His hand brushes lightly against your cheek. “We shall talk more in the morning. We have many mornings in which to talk, I promise.”
You lay there, sleep tugging your thoughts into fragments, a haze of gratitude and happiness settling over you. He is still yours, and you are still his. Yet, as your eyes grow heavy, one more memory surfaces: how nice it used to be to feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the rhythmic cadence of his breath carrying you both toward the promise of tomorrow.
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"I wasn't pushing, it's just too many people." A woman says to her traveling companion behind me at TSA.
"Surely you learned to keep space still." He grumbles back and she huffs in response. A small chuckle dares escape my mouth before I cover my mouth embarrassed. The last thing I needed was more attention. Looking around instead, the standstill was from a woman getting her passport denied at the check-in, scrambling to find her ID to use instead. I can't help but sigh and let my body droop.
When I get through TSA, my stomach couldn't be stopped; I had to get a blueberry bagel with cream cheese from a bagel shop inside the airport that I'm eating by my terminal as I notice the same pair located just a few rows away, seemingly arguing again. Shaking my head I look around more to see the people gathering to join my flight back to Greenwood, my hometown.
"Thank you for flying with us, the one and only flight you know you should take, I'll be your attendant on our trip to Greenwood, when you need it, we have it, the flight you need." The speaker cuts abruptly and makes a few people flinch and one man stifle a laugh at the announcer's monotone delivery. I sigh, pulling out a silver skeleton key with a leather band long past the chance of becoming a necklace again.
It was fine, I like fidgeting with the leather too much to wear it around my neck, after owning it for as long as I have it's a worry stone now. Besides, I could never figure out what it belonged to, only the feeling of belonging to something important. I hope so, I think to myself as I pinch the fabric between my thumb and pointer finger nails leaving a dent.
"Okay, can I get all other zones to the counter in a line please. This is final call for flight to Greenwood." I shoot up at the same time as the pair I saw earlier, they must have spaced out too. Getting into the plane and after putting my bag in the overhead storage I plop down to see the same pair coming my way, stopping by my aisle so I scoot myself back letting them in. While the man loads the luggage the woman gets all the way in to the window seat and I hear a loud grumble from behind me as I watch her sit.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were ready for your seat." I say, turning toward him and he glances me up and down before forcing his gaze back down.
"Forgive me, it wasn't at you." Gentle words came out smooth as silk, but the person he was with looked scared when I checked my periphery. I open my mouth but he continues with, "I'd prefer the window if at all possible." As she turns away from him and stays in her seat he sighs. "I'm sorry for any inconveniences my size might become as I'm forced to the middle seat." I nod to him trying not to upset him, scooting back so he can slide into his seat as well.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom first, then I'll sit down. You guys are fine." I try to reassure before going to the bathroom to catch my breath for a moment. I'd be stupid to not think this guy was attractive, but that grumble sent shivers down my spine. I'd never felt like that before, his voice was strong enough to vibrate and surely I wasn't the only one to feel it, right? I splash water onto my face and pat it dry before returning to my seat. I need to just get back home, being in the bathroom won't fix anything.
I slide back down into my seat, my arm squished against him the entire time, at moments it felt like he was leaning into me and breathing heavier, I was starting to think he fell asleep but when I peaked to look he was awake looking at his hands in his lap. I let out a deep sigh, one that moves my whole body and he seems to breathe with me, closing his eyes as if I reminded him of oxygen. I've been there, he must be having a stressful day, he was arguing earlier. After a while I try to settle into the rest of the flight, the attendant stopping for drinks, snacks and trash; before I knew it I was asleep, probably from the turbulence, it always did that.
"You can get off me now..." a soft voice sounds beside me and I sit up.
"Sorry."
"It's fine, just, can you get your bag the flight is done." He says, almost congested sounding.
"Right, sorry, again."Standing and reaching for my bag I glance around to see its down to just our row. "Did everyone else...? I'm so sorry, I must have been so tired."
He begins to stand turning toward me and as he does a hand grabs my waist, "let me help, it's okay," moving me out of the way but not moving his hand from me, just sliding it around my waist. "There we are," placing my roll-around behind him, "I'll walk with you."
"What about your..." I point to his companion and he shakes his head. "Okay." He doesn't leave room between us, or complaints as he guides me down the aisle, when we reach the first class section he pulls me back into his chest. "Um, is everything okay?" His physical contact has increased since sitting next to me and I'm starting to worry about his intentions.
"I lost balance, just give me a moment to steady myself." He sounds embarrassed enough for me to believe it, until he starts to inhale my hair. Pushing off him i lose balance in the aisle and fall to one of the first class seats.
"What are you doing sniffing my hair?" I start to readjust.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if it was you or me that smelled of oak and... jasmine." He leans down toward me but he doesn't seem to realize he's done it.
"Maybe ask?" I straighten out my clothes and he offers a hand to help me up. "Thank you. Listen—"
"Please, call me Aurelio." He interjects.
"Aurelio... you've been kind. I'm sorry about falling asleep on you and keeping you trapped next to me, if you wanted to grab coffee or lunch some time," I hold out my hand after pulling out one of my cards from my purse side pocket, "this is my contact info. On me for the discomfort I might have placed." I smile at him as he looks at me taking the card with both hands, one grazing mine, giving me unexpected shivers I move my hand away quickly. "Right, I have a meeting I have to go to so..." reaching for my bag while his hands are occupied with my card he can't stop me before i try to shuffle away and off the plane. Occasionally I look behind me but after I get to the car parking lot I stop. I don't think he chased after me, I even waited for my checked bag in the bathroom peeking out to see the belt turn for my luggage. I feel stupid, I don't know if he was a creep. I sniff my jasmine washed hair, I don't smell oak...
Getting into the office I dump my things to the side of the front door and slump into one of the waiting couches, my head falling back in exhaustion. When my head lifts up, my plaque stares at me. I glare at the writing that reads 'CEO - Elysian Greenwood Developments'. Getting up I brush off the dust and pull out my phone to make a few calls, a cleaner included. I hardly notice as one of my friends walks in, "I heard you'd be back in town. I knew I'd catch you here though, why do you still do it?" I jump and turn to see Barley Greenwood. Decent of the founders coming to visit doesn't surprise me.
"Hey Barley, how are you?" I smile and he rushes for a hug from me. "Barley! There's no need for hugs."
"There absolutely is! You've been gone what? Two years? Three?" He fake cries and leans his head on my shoulder. "You can't leave me again. I need my favorite builder."
"Hardly, you just want to convince me of marriage again. No." I sigh and slide out of his hold. "We've gone this route before, I just don't feel the same anymore." He glares briefly before pouting and making twinkle eyes to me. "No!"
"Fine, I'll be back to take you to dinner this week. Get rest, I heard you came in today anyways. We can't have fun when you're exhausted." He chuckles and blows a kiss to me before leaving my waiting room. I didn't even get a chance to protest the dinner plans, so I might have to avoid office meetings for a moment. I can't trust Barley to not interrupt something and make bold statements in front of local clients.
Just as I'm about to head out, grabbing my luggage, my phone rings, "Elysian Greenwood Developments, what can we make for you?"
"Yeah, it's Aurelio, I wanted to cash in on the lunch." His voice sounds rough.
"It's a little late for lunch isn't it?" I laugh noting the clock on my wall reads 6:00pm.
"Not if I haven't had any yet, are you up for it?" I can hear the smile through the phone as he asks.
"Okay, let's go, want to meet me or do I have to come get you too?" I tease, he makes it clear he wants a date.
"No, I'll meet you there, where would you like?" A chuckle.
"How about The Forest Hound?" I suggest, hoping a steakhouse isn't out of question. It's been so long since I've have a good steak. Not like Barley would take me there anyways, he hates steak.
"Perfection..." he breathes out, I barely catch it, "Sounds good, let's meet there in thirty minutes." And he hangs up. The first word must not have been for the call. I shake it off and regather my things, heading out to my car I had dropped off a couple hours ago by the airport services. After dumping my things into the trunk I head toward the restaurant I told Aurelio to meet me at. There was valet and I take it in a heartbeat, not wanting to bother with parking as I was already five minutes late. Not that it was my fault, I didn't pick the time. When I head inside I notice Aurelio already seated at a corner booth, right at the middle. He smiles and waves me over so I make my way to him, his smile only getting wider as I start to slide into the booth and get closer.
"Hey Aurelio, reminds me of the flight." I laugh trying to make light of the earlier debacle as I gesture to the proximity. He laughs too and I'm instantly relieved he didn't hate the experience. "So, why the rush for a dinner? Was it the lack of lunch?" I ask, trying to engage in conversation in between the server getting our drink orders.
"No true rush, other than to see you again." He gives a childish grin before continuing, "can't a man cash in on a free meal with a beautiful woman that fell asleep on him in the plane?" I roll my eyes as the waiter brings our drinks, a gin and tonic for him, a Negroni for me. Once our food is placed, "You truly are a beautiful woman, not to lay it on thick." Aurelio holds his glass up to me before taking a drink.
"I appreciate the compliment," taking a sip of the Negroni, "people say this a lot, but I really don't usually do this with a stranger I met on a flight. There's something about you that draws me in though, I think that's why I invited you to grab something. Besides the whole sleep situation." I chuckle and sip some more.
"You don't have to call me a stranger anymore, not since I introduced myself. I have to agree though, you draw me in, I'd let you sleep with me anytime." He smiles before realizing what he's said and I cover my mouth to hide a laugh as if turn to look for our food. When I look out of the corner of my eye toward him his face is fully flushed.
"Aurelio, please, let me laugh at this." I let go my laugh a bit more, not being able to stop it seeing his red face. It wasn't even that bad of a thing, yet this burly man is flustered before me. He reaches for my hand to move it from my face, probably in silent permission, so I let him and let my laugh go. He smiles before joining me laughing, still watching me as I do. "Sorry, I know you meant nothing rude, it's okay, that's why I was laughing." I'm finally able to explain.
"You can laugh at me." His smile reaches his amber eyes.
"I'm sure we'll have plenty more opportunities for me too." I muster a genuine smile without a chuckle this time.
"I hope so, when do you think that next time could be?"
"We haven't even gotten our dinner and you're planning our second?" I tease.
"Yes." A serious response.
"Umm," I clear my throat and am about to speak when our food is delivered to our table, just in time to give me a chance to think. "Oh! Thank you so much. Could I have some more of this sauce for these potatoes?" The waiter nods and rushes off. "Your steak looks amazing, why did you order rare?" I chuckle as I take a bite of my salmon.
"I just like the taste of the bloody juice with the meat. I can dip my sides into it too." He says doing so and shoving the large bite into his mouth. It was a large steak too, it came on its own plate. I nod agreeing, the waiter eventually brings my sauce and we finish our food in relative silence. Aurelio gives off a tense aura during the meal, something had seemed to be unsaid that he wanted to say to me but there was nothing.
"This was amazing, thank you." I tell the waiter as he grabs my plate from in front of me, he smiles grabbing Aurelio's plates before asking if we wanted any dessert. "Umm, whatever the special is please." Looking to Aurelio, he nods in agreement. "Make that two." The waiter takes off and I turn to him. "So what do you do?"
"Oh! Real estate management, yourself? I saw the card but, in more detail please, I'd love to hear."
"Development, so I suppose I develop the things you manage." I laugh, "maybe I can refer my clients to you after I finish my job."
"Maybe!" He laughs with me, his whole body leaning toward me.
As we walk out of the restaurant Aurelio offers to take me to a dance club and I couldn't say no. "Somehow you've found a weak spot, I use to go dancing with my friends all the time in Xapolis."
"Really now?" He raises an eyebrow and places a hand behind my back, leading me to the place he wanted to take me. "This place is owned by a friend of mine, before you ask I don't manage this club." He smiles and we reach an alleyway with a neon light at the end, flashing the name 'Alibi'. We walk past the bouncer, he doesn't even bother to stop us with a line of a few people outside waiting to get in. "Do you want any drinks?" He offers, pointing to the bar.
"I'd be fine with a Moscow mule." Responding he leads me to the bar, and when we get there the bartender rushes over.
"A, what can i get you and your date?" He almost bows at us, but I could be wrong because he started to just scratch his leg.
"Yes, I'll have two Moscow mules." Ordering our drink and giving me a smile, the bartender finishes quickly and places it in front of us. Grabbing it to sip, I turn to Aurelio.
"Want to dance?" I give a large grin before walking off towards the dance floor, once I get to the middle I turn to see Aurelio still at the bar eyes wide. I gesture for him to come over and begin to start dancing where I'm at to the music with my drink in hand. I start to feel a hand wrap on my waist and dance against the person giggling, but when I turn around it was a different person than the one I arrived with. I give him a look of surprise and he responds with a sly smile, trying to continue the dance before I see Aurelio loom over him beside us. When the guy turns to see Aurelio his eyes open with partial fear but he doesn't stop dancing.
"That's my mate." A growled sentence I barely hear through the music, surely he meant date. Shaking it off I see the other man slink away immediately, almost disappearing into the crowd and Aurelio takes his spot, pressing his body into me. "If anyone else touches you tonight, I can't guarantee I won't start a fight." He shouts to me over the music, definitely loud enough for the dancers beside us to hear too and give space to us in response.
"I do like a man whose eyes don't wander while with me. I can respect staying with my date." I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, swaying my hips against him as we dance on the floor. He presses his forehead to mine closing his eyes to take a deep breath before starting to lead me around the dance floor, spinning me, grabbing my hand and making me winded taking sips of our drink and laughing as mostly I make a few mistakes with footing. "Okay okay, I need to put the glass down, I'm so done with it." I hold up my glass very high and he snags it from my hand, his other hand caressing my face before walking away to put our glasses on the bar and coming back quickly. Pulling me tightly into his body the music started to slow down and it was the perfect time for us to start a slow sway. I could start to feel the effect of my drinks for the evening and him holding me felt comforting. His face starts to bury itself into my neck and it tickles as he breathes making me giggle and flinch. "Sorry, it tickles." I respond with my face feeling a bit flushed. "I'm definitely a little tipsy." I explain to him, holding on tighter.
"That's fine, I'll protect you." He whispers into my ear and keeps his face in my neck. He was sweet and I melted at his words, maybe I also felt warm from the alcohol.
"Maybe I should head home, I do have work tomorrow." I say realizing my balance is getting worse. "I've had so much fun though, I'm struggling to stay balanced." I giggle still holding him tightly.
"Well let me help you get home safely, I promise." Aurelio sweetly offers an arm to me and leads us off the dance floor to the exit. When we finally get to the alleyway again I'm a stumbling mess on the uneven stone path. I try to catch my balance a few times on him and then to the wall.
"Just give me a moment, sorry, it's been a while since I've been out having drinks." I blush embarrassed by my behavior. Aurelio comes up to me and leans closely.
"Would you like help, or to stay here for a moment?" His breath was rough, like he needed to clear it.
"Here." I say closing my eyes to make things stop spinning. I feel lips press to mine and I see Aurelio kissing me when I look, making me deepen the kiss when i see the intensity on his face. He presses into me, making me feel more stable to hold him tighter into me, shoving my tongue into his mouth and enjoying the way he tastes like salty caramel and chocolate. A moan escapes his lips and my eyes roll in attraction to the noise. Once I realize how deep we were kissing i try to make us stop, flustered by the location and my imbalance. He lets it stop but leaves his forehead to mine again. "Damn..." I respond to the moment breathlessly.
"Yeah?" He laughs and hugs me, nuzzling my neck. "Let me help you home, shaky girl."
"I'm not! Just tipsy." I snort at him and he lifts me into his arms.
"I'll carry you, just tipsy girl." He scoops me up into his arms and leads us to a parking garage towards a convertible.
"Oh fancy car." I tease and he shakes his head opening the passenger door to place me inside. "Thank you strongman." He walks around and starts the car. "I have a place at that new apartment tower, can you take me there?"
"Should have known you'd be responsible for that one." He turns to look at me but I don't quite understand the expression so i just nod politely. "I want to take you on a second date."
"I'd love that, wait, did I just take you on a date?" I ask confused.
"I would like it to be seen that way." He says with sincerity.
"Okay, it can be a date." I smile and look down at my lap before looking back at him, "Thank you for the dancing and the kiss."
"I'd give you anything you ask for."
"Anything?" I tease back. "Even two horses and a boat?" I scramble to make up ridiculous requests for a first date.
"Yes, even two horses and a boat." He turns to look at me smiling, "though somehow I don't get a vibe you want those for real."
"Maybe..." I pout. We reach my place now and he walks around after stopping at the entrance. "Thank you," i take his offered hand and once I'm standing he presses into me again, giving another deep kiss. It just makes me melt into him again and he scoops me into his arms not breaking the interaction.
He begins to walk us to the automatic doors, closing the car door with his foot. I break the kiss, "the elevator, level 17." I instruct and he walks over and waits for the elevator he called, placing a quicker kiss to my lips before entering it and pressing the button. When the doors close he turns us around to press us to the wall and make out, forcing his tongue into my mouth my breath gets hot as we intensify the kiss.
"Let me stay the night, nothing will happen you don't want." Aurelio asks, explaining he'll be good. I don't think I want that though.
"You can stay." I whisper to him and he hugs me tight to him before kissing my cheek and burying his face in my neck again. The elevator dings, so i point left toward my side of the floor. "Right here." He stops at my door and i enter my code, opening the door. He pushes it open with his back and closes it with his foot as he walks forward and I flip a light switch along the way. He makes his way to the couch and sets me down, going into the kitchen.
"Where's your glasses?" He asks.
""Left of the fridge." I respond and he nods grabbing a cup and filling it with ice water from my fridge. Once he brings it over to me I take a sip. "Thank you." When I'm done he takes it from me and sets it down on the coffee table and turns to kiss me. "I've got to go to bed, where do you want to sleep? I have a guest room."
"With you, if that's alright." He lifts me up again and i roll my eyes.
"I have legs." He shakes his head. "I do!"
"They don't work right now, you need to let them rest." He explains taking me into my room I point out. He lays me down on my bed and I take off the uncomfortable clothes and shoes, settling into bed with my bra and underwear. "Would you like pajamas?" He asks and I turn to see his face absolutely red.
"Oh! Shoot, yeah in that top right drawer please." He grabs me a long shirt and i pull it on, sneakily taking the bra off after its on. "Sorry, don't mean to just strip out of nowhere. I really do need to go to bed." I laugh at myself and pat the bed beside me. "Whenever you'd like to join."
"I'm not quite tired yet, but id happily hold you to sleep." He offers and I pat the side of me again. He comes over and lays beside me so I take my chance to cozy into him.
"Look at me sleeping with you again, must be the way you make me feel around you." I comment before starting to fade as he kisses the top of my head.
"Goodnight."
I awake alone to my alarm, stirring in my poofy bedding. I remember there was an Aurelio beside me, saying something about not being tired. When I begin to look around his head appears in the doorway to the room. "You're up, just in time. I have breakfast." He fully walks in and places a tray of assorted food before me on the bed. "I hope you don't mind I raided the kitchen and made this for us." He confesses.
"Oh this is lovely don't worry about it." Sausages, bacon, toast, eggs, cheesy grits, orange juice, and more before me. Half of it a forgotten ingredient I owned. "Where did you find the sausages?"
"Oh, that was in the freezer." He chuckles, "that sounds like you didn't know everything you had anyways. This was a good thing." He comes around the bed to sit beside me. "Please, eat." He gestures with a hand so I do going for the bacon. He starts to join eating, "I have to say this is really calming for me. I wasn't expecting to be here this long but I can't lie, I'm glad I've stayed."
"I'm glad you did too," I mumble with a mouth full of egg and toast before swallowing what I chewed up. "Sorry, this is really good." I laugh.
"It's fine, I want you fully satisfied." He winks before eating some of the sausage.
"I have to leave for work in about an hour, so I'll need to shower, what about you? Do you need to head to work?" I blush as I continue to eat.
"No, not this week, but it gives more time with you so I can't complain." He answers.
"That's fine, just press enter on the door pad when you leave so it locks." I tell him before plopping back onto the bed. "I'm stuffed, you can have the rest."
"No room for sweets?" Aurelio asks as he leans into me and kisses my exposed upper breast before pulling the sleeve of my shirt back up my shoulder. "Enjoy your shower." He backs away from me as my breath starts to stutter.
Getting up and heading to the bathroom I try to shake off the tender kiss. When the water starts to get hot I step into the shower and let the water wash over me sighing at the feeling.
I start to use my soap when I feel a hand caressing my side causing me to jump and turn around to see Aurelio. "You're so beautiful, when I heard the shower I tried so hard to stop thinking about you in it..." Leaning in to kiss me on the lips i wrap my arms around his neck pulling him into me before realizing he was also naked, and a rock hard cock was pushing into my stomach. "So soft..." He whispers as he strokes my skin and I shiver.
A hand begins to run its way towards my pussy, holding itself there for a moment feeling hot and tempting as a finger lands perfectly at my entrance. "Aurelio..."
"Yes?" He teases me as his fingers start to lightly tap repeatedly causing my legs to shake.
"I have to work..." I try to debate our actions but my body was definitely not helping.
"I don't think I can stop." He growls, actually growls into my ear before plunging a finger right inside as his thumb begins rhythmically stroking my clit. My legs quiver and his other hand grips my thigh to pull my leg around his waist for better support as he leans his back against the shower tile wall, letting the hot water pour over me as he continues to thrust and stroke me. "You're so wet for me, it's not the shower I can feel it building, fuck." He groans and I can feel his cock begin to compete for space with his hand. My moaning is more audible at the feeling and the steam is causing me to pant.
"Aurelio... please, I can't," I try to plead again but it was obvious I made no moves to stop him.
His hand moved like he knew exactly how to make me sent over the edge as I lightly buckle onto his hand, moaning as I cum. "Okay, okay... please I have to go to work." I exasperatedly explain.
His head shakes as he growls, "You're mine, Marianna. I'm not stopping anymore." I feel his cock pushes into me then, my vagina feeling tight from lack of use as of late creating his moans, "fuck, you're so tight."
He slowly starts pulling back out and I unintentionally whimper thinking he's decided to stop but he shoves himself right back in faster and deeper than before and he moans again before leaning toward my ear, "were you worried I wasn't going to fuck your pretty little pussy, Marianna?" I gulp but nod slowly, "there's no stopping me from desecrating you now, don't worry."
A hand strokes my cheek before he continues to pound into me at a slow and steady pace and I whimper for a different reason now as he starts to pick up pace, grunting and moaning as he holds me close so he can keep thrusting his cock faster. "I'm getting close," He barely speaks between moans but I don't need the warning, I can feel his cock get harder inside as he strokes into me deeper and harder with less rhythmic control. It sends me and my pussy clenches around him but thats it for him, hot cum streams into me as he roughly bites into my shoulder to muffle his moan.
The bite was hard enough to not only turn me on in some strange way, causing another orgasm to erupt and clench over his member but also scream out and grip onto him, digging my nails in. "Bite me back," I hear him mumble a request still attached to my shoulder and I bite his shoulder too, as hard as I possibly can to match the way he was making me feel at the moment. I can feel his body buckle slightly under my bite but not a bit of cock slipped out nor did his bite loosen as he moans and shoves his dick harder into me, pushing on my cervix and unloading another stream of hot cum inside me taking me by surprise I release my bite with a gasp and my legs feel like jelly as I squeeze another hard orgasm out onto him. "Fuck, Marianna you're so hot," Aurelio whispers to my ear as his arms wrap around me to hold me to him, not letting me fall.
"My legs aren't legs anymore," I tell him as I reach around his neck to hug him to me, my head resting on his chest. "That's gotta be the best shower sex I've had." I giggle a little.
"The way I wanted to make you join the mile high club," he grumbles to me, "at least we can clean up the mess I've made of you here." He pinches my chin and tilts my head toward his face to kiss me sweetly on the lips as a blush forms on my cheeks. "Let's finish this shower." I nod a little fast in agreement.
"I don't want to exhaust us, we just woke up." I try to play off and within a blink my body spins and my ass is facing him while I face the shower wall, "What the...?"
"I won't get exhausted with fucking you, maybe one more will leave you with a better memory of me owning you, Marianna." A controlled frustration let out as he presses his tip at my entrance, "Let's see how exhausted I can make you." He chuckles before shoving his cock inside me again, filling me fully and slamming into me with my cervix immediately meeting him.
A groan from both of us before he starts stroking in and out of me again, my hands barely bracing both of us on the wall as he thrusts harder and faster. My eyes begin to roll as I swear his cock swells larger inside me and my arms lose their stability but he reaches an arm forward to brace both of us as the other hand grips my hip to manipulate my body to push back into him with better force as he grunts and fucks me.
I let him hold me together as I relax into a full body orgasm, my walls convulsing over his extra engorged cock causing him to shout and unleash his own orgasm, his legs shaking to get every last drop inside me. He holds his cock snuggly inside as he hugs me to his chest from my back.
"Your cock feels so much bigger this time, I couldn't hold on." I explain relaxing further into his hold.
"And you took every fucking bit of it," he moans and twitches inside me, a bit of cum unloading into me. "You're perfect." Kisses start to spread over my skin as he runs his lips onto my skin. He digs his painfully enjoyable fingernails into my sides as he carries both of us under the stream of water, "let me clean us both up, I've got you." Warm water runs over my chest as I close my eyes, it feels perfect after our rendezvous. He reaches for the soap and begins sudsing us both up, but his cock doesn't budge for a few moments. It was fine to me, he held me up the whole time but id never experienced such a large cock that just stuck itself inside me so perfectly like his does. "I'll bring you lunch to work, my divine."
"You aren't going to try and convince me to stay?" I ask, kissing his cheek.
"No, I know what it takes to run a business and have people depend on you, I won't keep you from doing that. The thought of you naked in here was just too much to resist." He finishes washing our bodies and begins to lift me off his cock. I feel his cum pouring out of me as he holds me up to let it fall, his eyes trained onto the visage. "I'll have to do this more often, that was a wonderful view."
"Okay," I laugh, "c'mon Aurelio." He nods and reaches for the shampoo.
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Always posted to tumblr first, only the previous Orc Lover Gambrol Part 3 was delayed posted to here, IDK how I missed it. Anyways, this is the longest “part” I’ve ever posted before, I usually don’t exceed about 2,000 word count. Let me know what you think and if you like the longer format! Thank you for the patience for how long it’s been since i’ve written/posted. Still an exophiliac at heart.
Summary: The owner of the brothel you were sold to only offered you to the ghoul in the hopes it would frighten you. To stop you from trying to run away. You weren’t meant to actually like it.
Characters: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x F!Reader.
Words: ~1K.
Warnings: ghoul fucking, what else can I say? Mostly PWP, some initially unintended angst, 18+.
A/N: Dedicated to the queens that are @sweeterthanthis & @likedovesinthewnd ❤️ Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine.
The smell of leather and day old blood used to turn your stomach. But as Cooper slams his glove over your mouth to keep you quiet, your gut rolls with something that’s so far removed from revulsion, it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Pavlovian instinct or not, warmth blossoms in your core, and flames take root in your veins until all you can feel is unmistakable heat.
“Ssh sweetheart,” he coos in Texan above you. “Can’t have them knowin’ you like it. You wouldn’t want me to stop comin’ around, would ya?”
He doesn’t need your affirmation in words. The way your cunt pulses around him is more enough to tell him what he already knows.
The ghoul was only meant to scare you into staying. To put you in your place.
But the more he keeps coming back, the more of the man beneath the irradiated skin shines through.
Initial terror morphs into adoration and some nights, when the raiders decide to get a little rough, you find yourself hiding inside your head— fantasising that it’s his hands on you instead.
But the fantasy only lasts briefly. Cooper Howard would never.
Unless you ask him nice and pretty.
You stare up at him, his eyes lost in the way your breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts. He ruts into you with abandon, the loud slap of his hips against your ass echoing around the room. The obscenity makes heat creep up your spine, and settle thick beneath your cheeks.
You can’t have anyone knowing that these moments are all that keep you sane.
“Maybe it ain’t gonna be your mouth that reveals your truth, after all, honey,” Cooper observes with a husk.
A free hand slides up your writhing body, and a gloved thumb runs circles over your pebbling nipple. Your back arches at the contact, forcing your hips up. His stare catches yours over the top of leather.
“There you are, little Jet,” he smiles.
Cooper lifts your leg over his shoulder, the contrast in depth steals the breath from your lungs. He notices— must see the way your eyes widen as he slides back inside you, right up to the root. Your hand flies up, tightening your grip around his wrist.
“Right there, huh?” With another brash smile, he presses his lips firm against the inside of your knee. The kiss sends pulses of electricity firing straight to your core.
Fuck. If there was still a God, you’d pray.
There was a part of you that used to hate how easily he managed to unravel the components that make you weak.
But hate fast became a need. Now you welcome it. Crave it.
Your stomach lurches with heat the moment his pace begins to quicken. Everything suddenly heightens around you— heartbeat and all five of the senses— and it’s evident your end is close to catching you.
“You gonna give me what I came for, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, but his actions are not.
You nod. You’d give him your fucking life at this point.
His hand slides off your mouth, settling loosely around your throat like a necklace. “Wanna hear you beg.”
You lick your lips wet, the words, “Please, Coop,” hissing quietly through your teeth. Just loud enough for him to hear.
He smirks. His free hand finds its way between your legs without a second thought, and the roughness of the leather against your sensitive clit is everything you need to tumble over the edge.
Cooper clamps his hand back over your mouth, hurrying to stifle your scream as you splinter beneath him. Stars swell, bursting into bright white behind your eyes just as the tremors start off in your thighs. Euphoria claims you for its own, and by the time you’re finished, your entire body is shaking with delirium.
He stares down at you in awe, hips snapping to a rhythm that has you keening into the palm of his glove. Leather and blood encompass you. Your body ripples from the weight of Cooper’s body against yours, your name wrapped up within his lips as he surrenders to his high.
When he moves out from between your legs, you’re too fucked out to pull him back in. Every inch of you needs him back.
You hate this moment the most. The awkward silence before he has to leave. And as he glances at you over his shoulder, tipping his hat in your direction like the goddamn gentlemen he still is beneath the surface, you feel a twinge in your chest.
“Until next time sweetheart,” he drawls thickly.
You flash him a small smile. “I’ll be here, Coop, just like always.”
And just like always, you’ll be counting down the days like it’s fucking Christmas.
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