This is my life in a nutshell ...WELCOME~

if everything would’ve just went according to plan, you could’ve been home in the late afternoon, one day before your heat was anticipated to start. but of course it had to be your luck that a sudden storm decided to pour buckets down onto skyhaven, making any and all kinds of travel risky and unnecessary if not an emergency.

public transportation was was a shitshow and you weren’t selfish enough to have pushed for caleb to take you back home himself in such unpredictable conditions. reducing your situation to a cruel and unfunny joke was the only thing keeping you sane.

staying in the prolonged vicinity of an alpha like him in a confined space with you being an omega would always be a dangerous game.

it scared you when you two manifested at thirteen under two completely opposite ends, but you and caleb grew up together, forever and always attached at the hip. despite your biological differences and inevitable hiccups to come, it was a miracle that that sense of security never wavered.

he was right by your side without any complaints as he helped you navigate your new normal, instilling an unshakable confidence deep in your soul so that the pressure of society couldn’t impact your quality of life.

you trusted him with every single part of your being, knew well in your heart that he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you or put a rift in your friendship.

in a perfect world, he could soothe you through this overwhelming cycle just as he’s done with so many other things. he’d tend to you like you were the most fragile thing walking, do everything in his power to make it feel better.

but you also knew all too well that it was impossible to control instincts.

“it’s gonna be pretty bad out there, pips. s’all over the news. just stick around until it lets up, and i’ll take you back home myself when it’s all clear. that a deal?” he sweetly asked last night after seeing just how much you were on edge. your distress must’ve been written all over you face and you couldn’t say you put in any effort to mask it.

in caleb’s mind, he figured that it was because you still grew anxious when it came to thunder and intense weather like you used to do when you were kids. seeing your nose scrunch and your eyebrows pinch after his comment reminded him of all the times you used to secretly call and peek out your bedroom window, looking across the street to his house to see him in his own to bring you comfort.

but in yours, you were on the cusp of fierce embarrassment and treading the thin line of mortification if he were to catch onto the real reason behind why you were freaking out internally.

he didn’t question you when you retreated to the guest room earlier than you ever had during your stay, figuring you simply wanted space. and being as caring as he is, of course he knocked to check on you a couple times.

naturally, you struggled in your efforts to disguise the distress in your tone when he did. ensuring him that you were fine when the reality was otherwise was no easy feat.

the first day being the worst didn’t help either. hours seemed to tick by agonizingly slow and the intensity only continued to worsen the more desperate you became. every part of you was set ablaze and the sweat beading on your skin did nothing to soothe it.

you’ve long since rid yourself of the suffocating bedsheets and burrowed your face into them instead to help muffle your cries. alongside the sensitivity in your nipples straining beneath your top and the throbbing in between your legs, it was safe to say that you were beyond the state of uncomfortable.

even your pills were barely working, and the alpha in the next room was to blame. they never failed you when there wasn’t temptation nearby.

it was a guarantee that your pheromones were everywhere after you gave up on suppressing them once you were almost certain that caleb had gone to bed. but, the surprising knock on your door at nearly two in the morning proved you wrong.

“pipsqueak?” he called for you with a gentle whisper. “you doin’ alright in there?”

you wanted to answer him. in fact, you needed to if you didn’t want him growing concerned and making your efforts increasingly more difficult. he only knew you were still up since he sent a text to ask if you needed anything not too long ago and you actually replied like an idiot.

“i can’t sleep without makin’ sure. you’ve been too quiet for my liking.”

“i’m…” you paused before attempting to make your incoming lie believable, shutting your eyes and licking your chapped lips like that’ll assist in alleviating anything or making you any more convincing. “i-i’m go-od, caleb. just tired.”

the passing seconds were terrifying, eerily silent and packed with a tension you’ve never felt between the both of you before.

“open the door.”

fuck.

there was no room for negation in his command. he wasn’t asking if you’d be so kind as to let him in, rather offering you an unspoken warning that he was getting in no matter what you chose to do. funnily enough, this was caleb’s version of being polite.

by the time you dragged yourself out of the bed and disengaged the lock, he lets himself in without giving you a moment to reconsider.

immediately was he hit with the potent aroma of your pheromones—something sweet, flowery, and warm that he’s smelled before on unfairly rare occasions. then his gaze focused on the fragile state of your form, both shivering and covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.

“you’re in heat.”

“thought i was hiding it well,” you chuckled weakly at his bluntness and wide-eyed expression, groaning when a new wave of discomfort knocks the breath out of your lungs and forces you to hunch over. “i’m sorry… i didn’t mean for this to… i’ve been t-trying not to trigger—”

your knees suddenly give up on you in the middle of your attempt to explain why you shut him out so easily like night and day. he catches you with ease as if second nature though, taking you into his big arms and resting your dampened temple to his bare chest. even if you’re on fire, you still nuzzle into the warmth he provides and the firmness of him against you.

you can’t pinpoint if the act is intentional or instinctive, but soon are you covered in the fragrance of his pheromones and you welcome that smokey lavender enriched with a woodsy pine.

this wasn’t good.

“caleb,” you whine, trying to remove yourself from his embrace. “you have to get out… your rut… it’ll—“

“you think i’m just gonna leave you like this?” asking him to do such a thing was incredulous.

“so neither of us make a mistake that we can’t take back, you need to.”

he cups your face in his palm, swiping the apple of your cheek with a smile. “i’ve spent most of my life takin’ care of you and i haven’t regretted any of it. i never will. this time’s no different.”

the kiss he plants to your nose is done with reverence. “let me help you, pips. don’t push me away.”

you’re already nodding at the same time that he’s leaning in to press his lips onto yours, slipping his tongue past your lips and pulling you in by your hips to keep you flush against him.

in this moment, you can’t consider how much your dynamic is going to shift.

when he groans into you mouth and guides you until the back of your knees hit the bed, you refuse to think about the fact that you’re about to fuck your best friend.

after he climbs on top of you and settles in between your spread legs, all you need is to feel him inside of you.

“you’re supposed to tell me,” he mumbles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply and biting right where it secretes. “you’re supposed to tell me everything. you don’t deal with anything alone when i’m here to do it with you.”

the heaviness of his dick nudges against your pussy through your panties, teasing you with the promise of an inebriating fullness.

your heartbeat thumps rapidly in one place above and a distracting one below, and with the way caleb eases his palm under your shirt and up your stomach, it made sense that your breath couldn’t keep up with either one.

“raise your arms f’me, c’mon.”

never in his life did he think he’d get to see you like this—so submissive and needy, especially not for him and when your body’s craving to be used and filled.

tears pool in your eyes as you shyly beg him to keep kissing you. whether it be because of innate desperation or your subconscious telling you to cling to his presence, you couldn’t care less. you just knew you had to have it.

“please,” you cry out unashamedly now, arching your back with impatience and sliding your fingers through his hair to keep him close. “it hurts so much, ‘leb. please fix it, i c-can’t anymore.”

the sound of the rain pelting against his floor to ceiling windows mingle with the wet and sloppy caress of his lips to yours and the eager inhales you take when he reluctantly separates to give you a moment to catch your breath.

it’s too bad that he’s only granted enough clarity to see the beauty of your tits and pretty face by the grace of moonlight and whenever the thunder flashes bright enough to illuminate the dim space, but he makes a promise to himself that he’ll get to see you like this again without anything obscuring his admiration.

“you’re addicting.” he makes a path down your jaw, already feeling that possessiveness and slight aggressive shift in his nature the closer he gets to your nipples.

he sucks one of the tightened nubs into his hot mouth, flicking it with his tongue to pull a sharp gasp from you.

“w-wait…” you plead. except the act of you tightening your grip in his scalp to prevent him from moving reveals your truth. “hah—fuck… fuck that feels so good…”

as soon as he releases you with a loud pop, the cool air that hits it sends shivers down your spine and the bliss is only heightened when he pins his attention to the other.

“you smell so, so sweet, baby.” he savors the taste of your skin and the hardness of your nipple before sliding a hand into your panties. “god, you’re so soaked… can feel how much she’s drippin’ down my fingers.”

with just that one gentle swipe of his digits past your curls and down your slit, you were almost certain you could cum right then.

caleb pulls away from the sensitive peak entirely as if he could tell, and his violet irises shine almost like a beacon of light through your foggy state of mind. his hair dangles over them as they gleam with a contradicting representation of something both dangerous and comforting.

“one time won’t be enough,” he warns you breathlessly, watching with intent to see the way pleasure paints your face when he just barely rubs your clit. “tell me that’s okay.”

you could handle that, even if one would argue that you weren’t necessarily in the most conscious sense to make such a decision. with your pheromones combined with his and your heat bound to turn him into something you’ve never experienced before, only getting to have it once wasn’t something you were willing to settle for anyways.

“i want it,” you promise earnestly, reaching for his hand and trying to ignore the way your heart melts when your fingers intertwine. “i trust you.”

your panties are ripped off almost instantly after that, becoming nothing but shredded cotton somewhere in the room. his sweatpants follow immediately after, and you nearly salivate at the way it curves just slightly.

it was as if you could already feel that thickness inside you and the length of it reaching your solar plexus just by looking.

“move back.” you listen without pause, sliding deeper into the bed as he strokes himself until a bead of precum spills from his tip. he spreads that stickiness down and fixates on your glistening folds when you spread yourself open to him.

caleb climbs in after you, the muscles in his biceps bulging each time he plants one hand after the other on the way to fulfill his promise. your palms slide past his shoulders and down his back, and your eyes shut reflexively from the feeling of his cock against your inner thigh.

“don’t do that. need you to keep your eyes on me.”

he kisses the corner of your lips after you follow his instruction once more, positioning himself at your entrance and taking his time to sink deep into your twitching walls.

you clench around him instantaneously and you can’t stop. it’s hard to when you feel him pulsing so much and every vein clinging to you from the inside until there’s no space left between your bodies.

“s-so… you’re so d-deep,” you mewl with choked up hics in between. all the distress you were going through just seconds ago no longer exists as your pussy helplessly squelches in response to being so stuffed.

caleb’s hips begin to move as if he’ll be punished if he didn’t take advantage of the privilege he’s been given. he never drags out all the way either, opting for rough and hurried thrusts that makes your vision blur every time his pelvis meets yours over and over again.

he reaches a new depth when your legs lock around his hips and your nails dig into the skin of his back, unrestrained whimpers becoming music to your ears the more primal he grows.

it’s like he’s ravaging you in the most galvanizing way possible. this wasn’t just because of your heat or the rut you’ve provoked—this is what it felt like to be owned, and you’d do whatever it took to remain kept.

“promise me—s-shit, you’re so tight… t-tell me again. this won’t be the only time.” the slapping of his skin to yours is dizzying, even more so than the sweep of his breath across your face in his search for affirmation.

if it weren’t for his weight and the sensation of his cock kissing dangerously close to your cervix grounding you, certainly you wouldn’t be able to comprehend a word he says. “you don’t hide from me. ever. you hear me?”

“it won’t. i won’t i p-promise.” and you meant it. you couldn’t imagine never feeling this—feeling him, ever again.

“’m so close, pips.” he feels your legs try to unlock and make room for him to move, but he grabs the outside of your thigh to keep them surrounding him. “i can’t. fuck baby, p-please… please don’t make me.”

he slams his mouth to yours, biting your lip hard enough to promise swelling. “take it f’me, okay? you’ll take it, won’t you? gonna let me breed you the way you need me to?”

if you were using your brain properly, you wouldn’t even be where you are right now. so it doesn’t surprise you when you rock your hips to match his rhythm to show your agreement and grind your clit against him to chase that euphoric orgasm building in your gut.

you’re the first to fall apart, breath hitching and legs shaking as you gush around his cock. your moans are on the verge of depraved and every bit of broken, becoming the catalyst for caleb to follow your lead.

he holds onto you tightly as the base of his shaft swells, and the first thing you do is embrace his trembling body seemingly just as overwhelmed giving as you are to receiving.

the stretch is profound and slightly painful, but it feels far too good for that tinge to matter. his cum rushing into your womb and being incapable of escaping should strike fear in your heart, knowing the high possibility of what it’s likely to lead to. but it was hard to care when he embraced you this way.

it was difficult to be worried when you didn’t even want it to end. though you were brought back down to some sense of normalcy, still, you wouldn’t change a thing.

“does it hurt?” he whispers, rubbing the tip of his nose against the underside of your ear. it was comfortably silent now that you were in the clear.

for a good hour, at least.

“more discomfort than pain.”

he hums, his soft breathing falling in line with yours.

“we’re gonna be stuck like this for awhile.”

that makes you laugh. “i know.”

“are you scared?”

“of a baby? very,” you admit truthfully. “who wouldn’t be in this scenario? we’re best friends, ‘leb. now we’ve slept together and… i’m not sure where we stand.”

“you’d be my best friend no matter what label we have.”

“you’re cute.”

“we’re gonna figure this out together, i promise. regardless of what happens, regardless of what you want from me, i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you kiss the top of his head. “i know. i believe you.”

a/n: this is ass, i know. easy on me.. PLEASE! and i’m not an omegaverse expert(???) at all so if you’re like “hey, that doesn’t—” LITERALLYYYY keep it to yourself, i BEG you 💔

His breath hitches at the slide of your tongue, how it swirls around the digit languidly. The groan that slips past his gritted teeth makes you clench around nothing, the wetness it elicits ruining your panties. “So bold..,” he finally rasps, glasses sliding down the broad hump of his handsome nose—his free hand fisting your hair. You drop your jaw, extending the pink muscle to rest on your chin. Zayne explores further, letting his thumb test your throat’s limits. The rise and fall of his chest is evident, his nostrils flare as a deep, sharp exhale escapes. He reaches the soft tissue in the back of your throat, watching your glossy eyes flutter. You whine, but not from discomfort, but because you wish it was what he had hidden in the confines of his slacks.

“Zaynie…”

“I know,” he soothes, drawing his soaked digit back, wiping the excess drool across your pout. “Comfortable?” Aside from the dull ache between your legs, you were content, eager. “Use your words, remember?,” his tone was clear, measured, hands resting on his belt’s buckle. “Yes—yes, I’m ready.” Zayne hummed warmly, untucking his perfectly ironed button down, dipping beneath his briefs. The warm afternoon light reflected off the bead of slick leaking from his crown. Your mouth watered, watching is travel down the length of him. Oh how badly you wanted to catch it before him. With the same thumb from your throat exam, he swiped the essence away, “open for me.” You moaned gratefully as the salted-saccharine taste bloomed on your tastebuds.

“Now your throat,” he instructed, cradling the back of your neck, heavy cock in his fist. When it breached past your parted lips, the groan you earned might have gotten you caught if Zayne hadn’t bitten the inside of his cheek. The warmth and wetness of your mouth always felt like home, like an embrace that waited for him when he walked over the threshold. “Mmh..you feel so good already,” his praise was soft, reverent. But his grip grew a bit firmer as your body took the lead, bobbing forward and back. Using his thighs for leverage, you worked harder, took him deeper—the poor doctor was at a loss. “That’s-that’s it, god so tight,” he groaned, his hips matching your tortuous pace.

Zayne prided himself on his manners, when using certain words and phrases were appropriate given the company present. But when you pulled off his cock for air, gasping around a moan and spitting on the tip, it shot from him like an arrow. “Fuck, you’re so dirty, aren’t you?”

A smile split across your dripping lips, “only for you, daddy.” Oh, he loved that, a lot. Possessiveness loomed over him like a shadow as he pushed his way back down your throat. “Exactly. Only for me. You know just what to say to make me lose myself.” Zayne’s hands held either side of your head, thrusting deep into that tight space behind your uvula.

His pleasure radiated like the sun, its energy encouraging your fingers to push your panties aside. A strangled whine vibrated around him as you started to rub, the sound sticky and obscene. “Naughty girl, will tasting me make you cum?” Your fingers slid inside, the intrusion slick and effortless. “Mm—mhmm,” you nodded, pumping in and out. Zayne’s breath grew ragged, hips sloppy as he neared release. “Then stay just like that. Yes, perfect. Rub your clit for me.” Obediently, you brought yourself over the edge, leaving a mess of slick rolling down your thighs. The taste of his warmth joined in the chaos, thick as you swallowed every drop. He retrieved himself slowly, reluctantly leaving you with an empty mouth.

Zayne sank to his knees, rewarding you with a reverent kiss. Your mouth was heady with the taste of his skin and seed, lips swollen and eyes lidded. “So good for me, so pretty,” he praised, stroking gently across your cheek. He soothed you with another lingering press of his lips, long enough to feel him smile in the process. “Now, let’s clean up a bit. There’s still just enough time for lunch.” Just as you were about to leave his freshly pristine office, you called for Zayne, brandishing a damning piece of evidence. “Dr. Zayne, your tie.” His hazel eyes widened, “ah—I admire your attention to detail.” You stifled a laugh, watching him secure the black tie around his neck. Hopefully no one would comment on the flush blooming from his collar, too.

*~*~*

Zayne peered over his glasses, cold and expressionless. “Next time I won’t use anesthetic, hold still. I’m almost done.” Beneath the irritation, the chilled tone of voice, the doctor worried about his partner. There was no doubt he was cunning and strong, but what if something went wrong, miscalculated? Then he loses Sylus forever. A wash of guilt ran over him, he never tried to get himself in these situations, but sometimes things misfire. “I’m not a child, your scolding is getting old…,” Sylus retorted, low—almost a murmur.

“And what happens when I’m not just removing shrapnel, but identifying your corpse? Don’t make that my reality, Sylus.” Zayne’s voice was shaky and rough, making his lover soften. “I can’t lose you,”

“You won’t Zayne—,”

“I will if you don’t just–god, just behave for once!”

The air grew thick and quiet in Zayne’s small office. He reached for the suture and a gauze pad, sliding it between Sylus’s teeth.

“This may hurt…,” he soothed, sinking the U-shaped needle into his chest wound.

Sylus flinched, his growl muffled by the cotton in his mouth. “Just breathe, you can be strong for me, right?” With his hands fisted into both pant legs, he sat through every stitch, sounds of discomfort escaping with every prick of the needle.

“I will always put you back together. But for now…please don’t show up in pieces anymore. Promise me I’ll see you at home rather than on an operating table.”

Zayne pulled the gauze from between Sylus’s teeth, “I promise.”

The doctor stood, returning with a tube of ointment. “A little sting,” he warned, smoothing over Sylus’s fresh stitches.

“Agh—more like a lot.”

“Such a brat,” he quipped, securing bandages to his skin. His fingers trailed over old, faded scars, pink and smooth. Sylus looked fondly at the doctor, a soft smile curling his lips upward. “Sweetie…,” he purred, knowing the pet name always won Zayne over. “I think I’m injured here too…,” he pointed a slender finger to his lips, tapping a few times to signal urgency.

Zayne rolled his eyes, but leaned in close, just enough to taste his lover’s breath. “Hmm, you’re right, looks a bit swollen..” His tongue traced a small path across Sylus’s lower lip, making his breath hitch. The little argument seemed to dissolve as their lips swept eagerly, emanating whines and groans. “We can’t do too much…your wounds will reopen,” Zayne warned. “But I can still take care of you.”

His fingers rested on Sylus’s belt, feeling the heat rise from between his legs.

“Please—,” Sylus rasped.

Zayne gave a sweet hum, cupping his partners jaw, “I’ve got you. Be a good boy, hmm?” His body lowered, fingers working deftly to release Sylus’s aching sex. It was thick and heavy in his hand, already weeping precum. A flush bloomed from the silver haired man’s chest to his cheeks, watching Zayne press feathery kisses to his crown and down the length of him. The sensation was delicious, but not enough, making his hips writhe impatiently.

The doctor squeezed his cock as a warning, “behave, Sy…don’t rush a surgeon’s procedure…” Then finally, he took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue in agonizing rotations. Sylus arched into him, pushing himself deeper down Zayne’s throat—earning a small gag.

“Fuck—your mouth feels so good…” His fingers carded through ebony tresses, Zayne’s nose brushed through the soft, white hair on Sylus’s abdomen. He held still for just a moment, allowing to feel the stretch, hazel eyes rolling back. A choked sound left Sylus as Zayne began to bob up and down, leaving a mess of spit and slick at the base of his cock. He whined and squirmed, wanting so badly to thrust himself deeper.

Their eyes met and Zayne gave a small nod, making Sylus sigh thankfully. His large hand rested on the back of the doctor’s neck and his hips began to wind. Zayne hallowed his cheeks to give the most intense suction around the inches claiming his throat. He knew that would break the man above him, have him spill every last drop. “F-fuck—you’re cruel…I’m gonna bust if you d-don’t stop…,” Sylus growled, his pace beginning to falter.

Zayne just hummed, sending vibrations through the thickness in his mouth, stubborn doctor. He pulled back, only for a moment. Only to lock onto Sylus’s ruby eyes and tap his angry cock on his tongue. That sent him shivering, sent him over the edge. Warm spurts of cum rained on Zayne’s lips and chin, a few drops landing on his glasses. Sylus whimpered as the waves of his orgasm ripped through him, leaving his skin dewy with sweat.

Keeping his gaze glued above, Zayne collected every last ounce, sucking it off his sticky fingers one by one.

“God, I love you,” Sylus rasped, still catching his breath.

“I know,” Zayne replied, standing to meet his lover at eye level. He kissed him slow and deep, sharing his savory taste. “I love you more, that’s why you’ll stay in one piece, yes?”

Sylus moaned against Zayne’s mouth, nodding frantically, but that wasn’t enough, “use your words, Sy.”

“M’yes, yes I promise.”

He patted Sylus’s still bare thigh, giving one last kiss to his cheek.

“Such a good boy for me.”

~*~*~*

Ebb day was always intense, it transformed Rafayel into something insatiable, desperate. The first few encounters left you spent. So this time you prepared, marked the date of the next one on the calendar and took time away from the association. Because, while yes it was a lot to take on, you grew to love the closeness and intimacy it created.

Your lips pressed against his neck, lingering, absorbing the heat from his flesh. Rafayel winced at the sensation, tipping his head against the sofa to give you better access. “M-more…,” he pleaded. The kisses didn’t stop, only briefly interrupted when you’d nibble on his ear, letting your tongue graze the lobe. He cursed beneath his breath, in his native tongue, low and strained. You felt his length throb against you and it pulled a moan from your chest. Impatient, Raf held you closer, his embrace tight and possessive. He kissed you with a mixture of hunger and reverence, sounds of desperation leaking through. “Need your warmth, to feel you around me…,” he rasped, hiking your sundress higher, shoving your panties to the side.

You shared a gasp as his slender fingers slid through your arousal—slick and dripping. Rafayel tasted you off his fingertips, sunset eyes rolling back—lids fluttering. The growing heat between you made the salty, coastal air thick, your clothes clinging to your skin. Your hand slithered between his legs, “Raf, baby…you’re so hard for me.” Precum wept from his slit, running down the length of his cock like pearlescent tears. You used his essence to stroke him, whispering in his ear. “Gonna take care of you, okay? Make you feel so much better…” He nodded, wanton sounds blending with the crashing waves outside.

Using his shoulders for support, you lifted off his lap, your heat hovering above his. Rafayel held himself at the base, eyes boring into you as your pussy slowly enveloped him. “Fuuuck…you’re so warm cutie, so wet…,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips. You sank down further, mewling from the stretch. It was a fullness you grew accustomed to, one your body memorized. Every vein, ridge and pulse was imbedded in your walls. “God, Raf…mmh,” you sighed, forehead resting on his. Rafayel’s grip on your waist was ironclad, cock throbbing even as you remained still. “Please, cutie…please move for me. C-can’t take much more of—ah,” his words faded into a moan. Slowly, you swayed, back and forth—every grind of your hips creating delicious friction.

“Like this, baby? Feels good?,” even though it was him that needed this release, you couldn’t help but chase what you were feeling. The suffocating heat, smells and sounds coming from your connected passion had a hypnotic effect. Leave it to a siren to have you so enchanted, biting your lip until you tasted copper. Grinding wasn’t enough, you needed more. Rafayel must have read your mind the way he toppled over you, pinning you to the couch. “Stay just like that,” he rasped, watching his cock disappear into your cunt. “So messy for me cutie, so warm…fuck. I love how warm you are. You know that don’t you?” He buried his face into the crook of your neck, whimpering and whining as you clenched around his length. “Wanna stay here forever, you’ll let me, yeah?” You moaned in response, tangling your fingers into his hair. “Use me Raf, take whatever you need.”

He rutted harder, heavier—the wet slapping of your skin was obscene. Need wasn’t the only present emotion now. Greed, possession, both clouded Rafayel’s mind as he hit every tender spot inside you. “I want to feel your deepest depths, want you to make a mess of me…,” he said, voice deep and raw. A glob of spit fell from his lips, adding to the sticky mess as it landed on your clit. His thumb traced slow circles, over and over against your aching bud. You couldn’t control the sounds leaving your mouth, couldn’t keep your hips still. “Tell me you want my cum…I need you to say it…,” Raf begged, cheeks flushed, thrusts growing sloppy. “Let me ruin this pretty pussy…make it mine.”

His vulgarity left you speechless, your walls squeezed around him with every word. “She wants it, I can tell…I can feel her begging to be filled,” he purred.

There wasn’t much left for you to give, no restraint to hold onto. Every thrust sank deeper, making your pussy sing for him. Rafayel was lost in it all, every sensation, every sound. Your scent wafted over him like a forbidden spell—an intoxicating fragrance that kept him bound to you. “Wanna taste you,” he panted, jaw slacked just inches from your neck. “Let me…please…,” his voice darkened then, into something primal before he dragged his tongue along the column of your throat. You sighed, feeling empty as he pulled out, “Raf, what are you—,”

“Sssh, I’ve got you, just lay back,” he soothed, lowering his head between your thighs. His breath was warm as it fanned over your core, Rafayel slid two fingers through your folds. He parted you open, groaning as his tongue made its way inside. “You taste…so good. Like a perfect mixture of us..”

Strong arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you as close as he could get you to his face. Wet sounds filled the air as you were devoured, a mixture of slick and saliva slid down the crease of your ass. So much time had passed before Rafayel came up for air. His lips pursed around your clit, giving it a harsh suck. “F-fuck—,” you rasped, “gonna cum, baby…wanna feel you insi—mnnn.” That familiar fullness returned faster than your sentence could form, every thrust heavy and deliberate.

“So tight, cutie…don’t let go. Keep holding onto me…,” Raf begged, heated and almost breathless as he neared release. “Gonna make you so full. You want it, yeah? Beg for it.” His voice was even lower now, grittier. Your legs were pushed to your chest, eyes locked on his cock sinking in again and again. Rafayel took hold of your chin, “look at me, baby. Wanna watch you fall apart…” A wet and hungry kiss stole your breath and any response you might give. His thumb found your clit in the chaos, rubbing it in messy circles. The tortuous ministrations had you sobbing, pouring yourself for him in waves. “R-Rafayel—mmmn!”

“Yes, just like that…you look so perfect soaking my dick,” he groaned, nearly on the edge himself.

You begged him to join you, to fill your insides with his warmth. “Say it again, tell me how badly you need my cum.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you overflowed with sensation, a second organsm tearing its way through your frame. “Yesss, baby, please! Give it to me, Raf...,” you keened, legs tightening around his waist. Thrust “such a good girl for me,” thrust “so ready,” thrust. Rafayel’s body melded with yours, his hips fell heavily one final time before he came. You fit together like perfectly, arms grasping, breaths mingling. It felt impossible to move from where you laid, so you stayed in his embrace, feeling the frantic thrum of your hearts.

The sea’s breeze flowed through the studio, sending a chill beneath your skin. “Come on, cutie. Let’s take a looong, hot bath,” Rafayel murmured, scooping his arms under your thighs. Slowly, his scales faded and fever dropped. He even finished a painting that Thomas had been hounding him about for months. Though Ebb day had passed by, you still loved how he clung to you like a needy octopus—one hand holding a paintbrush, the other resting on your thigh as you sat beside him. “The woman in this painting looks so familiar,” you said. Rafayel chuckled fondly as his brush swooped across the canvas, thumb grazing your skin.

“She’s a bride,” his tone was warm yet melancholic.

“I see, was she someone you knew?”

“More like, someone I still know.”

*~*~*~

a/n: sorry for that little bit of angst at the end. 🥹

This piece is a follow-up to my competition entry, but this one?

This one’s feral on purpose.

Based on that exact moment in the Myth card—when everything is just sooo UUUGGGHH,

“Give it to me”

YEAH… need I say more?

It was too irresistible not to bring it to life. Too brutal not to make messy.

I wanted it to be that moment where both are mutually “exchanging” but it becomes more of a midnight feast (see what I did there?)

It’s from the point of view of a dripping blood 🩸 MC and a messy Sylus. Because… why not?! 🤷

Drawing blood is its own hell. I wanted it wet. Every splatter had to feel like it landed hot.

Layered. DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT LAYERS.

Drawn in Procreate.

Still debating if it needs more chaos.

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST.

SHARE AND REBLOG is welcomed.

Credit please

The smooth tiles are cool under your knees, and you exhale, softly whispering the incantations as you bring your arms up above your head. It is only when you bring your hands back to your lap, when the tiles grow warmer as if responding to the ritual. You pause- this has never happened before, not even during rehearsals in the empty temple.

But you can't afford to make any mistake- and without practice, you know the ritual wouldn't be successful.

After a slow, calming breath, you silently mouth the rest of the prayer.

Your eyes widen when golden light shimmers, then bursts with a brilliant flash, bright enough to send you stumbling backwards.

“To dare summon my presence through such a conduit… is this ignorance or deliberate insult?” His voice is commanding, cold- the sound of judgement itself.

You bow, heart hammering in your chest as you keep your forehead pressed close to the ground- and you hear a soft, disdainful exhale from him.

“You will look upon your god when you are addressed.”

You feel it before you see it- a bite of metal and sting of heat around your neck. Panicked, your hands fly to the golden chain as you look up at him. Light seems to bend around him, with golden speckles dusting the air as he stands, tall, regal, and powerful. It's undoubtedly the god himself, standing mere inches in front of you.

His divine beauty lies in cruel juxtaposition with his powers of destruction, and for summoning him in this manner- a path towards your own demise is sealed.

“My Lord- forgive me- the ceremony is not until tomorrow. I was only rehearsing-” your voice cuts off when he tugs on the chain, one cruel movement that has you lurching forward, barely catching yourself by your elbows.

He kneels on one knee in front of you, his divine presence overwhelming. He cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“The offering has already been presented,” he says, eyes dark as he presses his thumb against your lips, parting them. “I will collect due sacrifice,”

When your lips close around his finger willfully, his gaze flickers to your lips before he releases you.

Your vision blurs as vertigo hits, space warping around you before you could even scream.

A heartbeat later, your back hits a padded fabric- a merciful break to your fall, but the air is still knocked harshly out of your chest. The way sound echoes around you indicates some cavernous room, but your eyes see nothing but him- his golden garments draping on your skin as he hovers above you, caging you in- and belatedly, you realise your thin robe is barely covering you, and your limbs are dangling off the edges of the surface.

He doesn't speak, but you see the hunger in his eyes as he leans in, nose brushing your neck before his lips touch your skin.

You tense, “My Lord- the ritual was to be made perfect for you. I must atone for my mistake-”

“Is this your attempt to resist me?”

There's a finality in the way he holds you- decisive, claiming, and you know he has every intention to consummate and seal the ritual.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. “No, my Lord. I dare not to.”

“Then give yourself to me, all of your being. Atone by letting me consume you,”

His hands tug your robe off, then slip between your legs to cup you, grinding the heel of his palm against your cunt. Pleasure sparks instantly, and you arch up to him. His fingers deftly find the sensitive nub, and he rubs light, quick circles until you feel arousal dampening your skin, leaking in anticipation of him. Your lips part as soft gasps fill the cavern, mingling with the obscene echoes of wet, sloppy sounds as he rubs his fingers along your wet folds.

“So eager, my offering,” he praises, ravenously watching the way you arch towards him, your eyes unfocused from the pleasure thrumming through your veins.

The coil of hot, heavy pleasure builds in your abdomen, and you feel him collect more slick to rub against your clit mercilessly, bringing the impending wave of climax closer- then it all stops.

A whine slips past your lips, your mind clouded with lust as your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

The golden chain materialises instantly, a stinging bite around your neck.

“Greed will be punished,” he cautions, tightening his grip in warning- reminding you of the absolute power he wields over you, reprimanding you for demanding pleasure.

His arm slides under your waist as he brings you up from the bench, onto your legs, and you stand, unsteady and dazed, eyes trained on him- the only thing tethering you to this plane.

His arm doesn't leave your waist, even as he moves behind you to sit down, maneuvering you backwards.

“Part your legs.” He guides your hips down with his hand from behind as you straddle him, thighs kept apart by his knees while his grip keeps your back against his chest. You feel the tip of his length brush against your inner thigh- and you realise what awaits if you lower yourself onto him. You pause, knowing full well you aren't ready to accommodate his hardened length.

“You desire to achieve perfection, yes?" he murmurs, dragging his finger along your slit to remind you of your arousal- dripping from you, calling for the god to claim you completely.

“Yes, my Lord,” you breathe, voice tight.

“Then you will take me.”

“I- my Lord-”

“You can, and you will.”

His voice leaves no room for protest.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you slowly sink lower, thighs beginning to burn from holding yourself up.

The tip of his cock prods into your slit, and you inhale sharply, pausing. Your walls flutter when he drags the tip along your wet pussy, coating it with your arousal. The bulbous head pushes in further- you cry out from the intrusion, but his grip on the golden chain is tight.

“Recite the prayer,” he instructs, his breath hot on your ear. “Feel me split you apart while you devote yourself to me,”

A hot curl of shameful desire courses through you, and a moan falls from your lips when he rolls his hips upwards, his thick cock stretching your walls deeper.

With a shaky breath, you begin the prayer asking for divine blessing, the first few words barely making it past your lips while you take more of his hard length, each utterance punctuated by gasps and moans.

He tugs harder on the chain, forcing you lower with his hand on your hip. You feel as if he's already stretched you to the limit- your cunt couldn't possibly take any more of him- he's too big for you to take.

But he snaps his hip upwards, burying himself to the hilt, deep within your tight cunt. It's too much, the burn from accommodating to his size flooding you with delirium. You sob brokenly, arching forwards.

He placates you with a soft kiss to your shoulder, and his hand slides up to palm at your breast, kneading the soft flesh.

“Move- and continue praying,” he commands, voice low.

You gyrate on him, words turning into whispers of slurred syllables and choked gasps, faltering as he rolls his hips.

“Is it too much for you, hm? Can't even fulfill your duty as an offering?”

You shake your head, gritting your teeth to continue with the remaining verses.

Your voice catches whenever he thrusts upwards, and he tsks.

“Shall I offer you guidance?” He asks, lifting you just enough for you to sink back down onto his cock, your walls clenching at the sensation of being stuffed full.

You swallow thickly, beginning to lift yourself on your tiptoes and ride his cock, feeling your pussy glide along the thick length, wet sloppy sounds quickly filling the chamber, mingling with your breathy attempts to complete the prayer.

He meets your movements halfway, with sharp, hard thrusts that have you trembling- your voice bordering on a scream when he angles his hips to hit the spongy patch within you relentlessly.

Your mind is blank with nothing but him, and it takes every single ounce of effort to recite the prayer, even muscle memory becoming unreliable from the overwhelming sensations from being claimed.

He reaches around to rub your sensitive clit, the burst of pleasure making your belly tense. You instinctively shrink away, knowing you can't unravel before you finish the last verse.

“Be a perfect offering,” he coaxes, voice cutting through the haze of pleasure, “Give yourself to me, for ecstasy awaits,”

The final words of the prayer tumbles from your lips, hurried and desperate as your voice grows tight, the coil of white-hot pleasure building with each thrust, fueled by his slender fingers mercilessly circling your clit. You're close, so close- the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Every moan echoes back to you, a testament to your thorough surrender to the deity while his cock spears deep into your cunt.

The slam of the orgasm rips through you, a sharp jerk seizes you as the wall of pleasure crashes. He lets out a low groan at the way you clench and flutter around him, bringing him closer to his own release. He doesn't stop, and you shudder from the aftershock, prolonged by each rub of his fingers.

You remain ensnared within his embrace, unable to escape the waves of pleasure, his arm wrapped tight around your waist as he thrusts upwards- barely pulling out before slamming deep into you, the rhythm growing quicker, messier. With a grunt, his cock twitches inside your walls, spurting hot seed to fill your cunt. He grinds his hips, pumping you full- and the sensation has you falling limp against him, only able to think of his presence, how his body feels, how he has marked and consumed you from within.

A press of his lips on the side of your neck clears the hazy fog from your mind.

“Rest with me, my sweet offering,” he murmurs, and you let your eyes close as a gentle hush replaces the frenzied consummation, the slowing rhythm of the god's breaths becoming one with the yours.

“Sweetie” his lips skitter along your neck as he inhales your scent, his voice almost drawing the word out, “Do you miss being a Hunter that much? If you need something to keep you occupied, you can pick up boxing or simply do physical training with me?”

You shiver again, and this time, he notices. He pulls away slightly to get a look at your face, concern itching his beautiful face.

“ Are you cold? You’re shivering,” he says.

“ No no I’m fine,” you defend, doing a double take at his appearance, “Baby, your hair. Your horns are out. What happened?”

He chuckles, “ I know my hair is longer than what you’re used to. I can cut--“

“ No!” you say quickly, swallowing before talking again, “It looks great. I like it”

He smirks, probably picking up how your heart sped up every time you looked at his ashen white hair that was now long enough to stop in the middle of his back. But he doesn’t say anything.

“Your horns. Did something happen?”

“No. it’s nothing to worry about. I promise,” he says, waving dismissively.

Your gaze Narrows but you don’t press.

“Are we putting up a Christmas tree?” you ask, hopeful.

“is that what you want to do?” he says, chuckling.

“ yes, I’d really like that. Even if we don’t have presents to put under the tree, I still want to put one up. You know with the whole tree topper and decoration and everything.”

He wraps his arms around your waist again, resting his face in the crevice of your neck. You do your best to keep your heart from galloping in your throat.

He chuckles, “ Alright, I’ll grab the decorations and we can decorate together, sound fun? ”

You nod, your stomach knotting.

He places a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing back upstairs. You try to calm down your galloping heart, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

You lay your coat and scarf on the sofa, bending down to take off your shoes and place them by the front door.

You walked back to the bare Christmas tree. A peculiar white tree with red frosted tips.

Leave it up to Sylus to get something almost no one else has in their home.

Moments later, he comes walking down the stairs with two packing boxes.

You jump up to help.

“I’ve got it sweetie just stay by the tree” he says, softly his voice warm like milk and honey, gentle.

You stand by the unique tree, awkwardly. Patient. Waiting.

Anxious energy coils in your stomach again.

“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?” he frowns” setting the boxes down in front of the tree.

Hastily, you grab for one of the flaps of the boxes, opening it to start decorating the tree. Trying to find something else for your mind to focus on.

Several minutes, maybe hours of silence pass. As you and Silas decorate the tree you pick up a velvet red box.

One you hadn’t seen before.

“Um....Sylus”

“Open it,” he says gently, abandoning decorating the tree as you become his sole focus.

You open the box and a light, small, eliminates the most breathtaking ring you’ve ever seen, nestled in the foam. A black ring with three big rubies encrusted in the band, surrounded by many small emerald green gems.

You look up, eyes snapping to his face. Your heart sinks into your gut as he looks at you, hopeful.

But he’s observant and picks up the shift in your mood quickly.

“You.. don’t look happy,” he says quietly.

“N-no I am. It’s just..” you start trying to find the words as your stomach knots, and your throat feels like it’s closing up.

“What’s wrong?” he says gently.

“I don’t know.. how to tell you, if you’ll be excited... or if you’ll”

“Sweetie, just tell me” he urges gently.

“Well,” you swallow thickly “While I was out, I went to the clinic to do a quick test because I hadn’t been menstruated in 2 months. I was worried something was wrong. But they told me.... I’m pregnant”

Silas doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. The silence is deafening except for the crackling of fire in the fireplace.

He finally breathes “You’re pre-- we’re gonna have a baby?”

You nod.

“Do you want to have a baby? Because you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’ll be sad, but it’s your decision to make. Ultimately it will be your body that has the bare the consequences.. ”

You swallow “I want to have this baby with you. Do you want to..?”

“Sweetie, nothing would make me happier than you becoming my wife and the mother of my children,” his gaze darkens

“Children,”you squeak.

“Only if you’re open to the idea,” he takes the box out of your hand, taking out the ring and placing the box on the sofa.

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get there,”you laugh nervously as he slides the ring on your ring finger.

He nips that finger with his sharpened teeth, causing you to let out a low hiss.

“Kitten, you didn’t answer my question?”

“What was the question?” you blink, momentarily stunned as a persistent fire licks at you from the inside.

“Will you marry me?” he chuckles, his voice deep and husky.

“Yes,” you replied, your voice breathy from your arousal.

“Well wife,” he says endearingly, pulling you into his arms bridal style “As much as I want to ravage you under the Christmas tree, that wouldn’t be good for your back. Nor for the baby. So let’s go upstairs and we can finish the decorations tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you whisper breathless.

“My lovely wife,” he grinned his Ruby eyes bright with happiness “I will savor you tonight, so try not to pass out on me.”

“What?” you squeak.

“My dragon could smell that you were with child. I simply wanted to wait until you were willing to tell me yourself.”

“So, I was nervous for no reason?”

“Not quite. Children are a big responsibility. I wouldn’t have faulted you, had you chosen to wait a little longer. I wanted you to tell me when you felt ready. I wasn’t expecting you to say it right after my proposal though,” he laughs, walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom with you carried in his arms like something precious.

“But I’m happy you told me. Your pheromones were driving me mad,” his voice deepened.

“You could smell that?”

“Darling, I could smell you getting aroused as soon as you saw my long hair and horns. I just didn’t say anything.”

“You jerk,” you laugh, mock hitting his shoulder.

He gets to your shared bedroom and lays you gently on the bed leaving the door open.

“The door. What if the twins--”

“They know better,” he says, his voice rough with desire.

Sylus peels off his shirt, kicking off his shoes and socks. He reaches or your oversized sweater and your hand clenches tightly down on it.

His eyes look to your face, brightening with understanding his gaze and voice soften, “Show me.”

Still hesitant, you hold on to the hem of the sweater, his grin widened and he removes your pants flinging them away without looking

“Kitten, you’ve gone weeks without letting me touch you. Smelling your arousal without letting me help. Driving me mad with desire. Please don’t deny me this. I want to see you. To taste you. Claim you,” he runs his nose against your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin, making you whimper softly. He begs in a soft voice “Please.”

Relenting, your fingers let go of the sweater and he pulls the sweater over your head, your breasts bounce free. They’re in a larger size bra than they were before and a small baby bump is seen.

“Is this why you wouldn’t shower with me? Wouldn’t share the bed with me?” he plants fervent kisses along the underside of your belly, rubbing the pads of his thumbs softly along your pebbling nipples.

“Yes, “ you whisper, your breath hitching.

“You are beautiful, kitten. There’s no reason for you to be nervous to show me your body. Our baby is growing inside your body, understand?” he says gently, licking and nibbling back down to your inner thigh.

He lifts your legs by the underside of your knees, hooking them over his shoulders. He dives his face between your thighs, rubbing his nose along the damp material of your panties.

“Wait, Sylus--” you pant in protest, but his lips close over your panty-clad core.

You yelp in surprise, your hands flying to his hair as the other hand braces against the bed.

“Fuck. You smell divine, “ he growls, humming after coming up for air, “You taste even better. ”

“Sylus!” you gasp, fire spreading in your veins.

“Sorry, kitten, you deprived me. Starved me of eating this pussy. I’m hungry, and nothing is going to stop me from feasting on you,” a growl rumbles in his chest as he hooks his teeth on your panties and slides them down your legs before diving back to your weeping core.

Lapping at you hungrily like a starved man savoring his last meal.

A string of cusswords rip from your throat as he feasts. Teeth and tongue alternate between which one skates across your folds and your electrified bundle of nerves.

“Sylus, please,” you beg, a climax cresting quickly.

“No need to beg, kitten. I’ve got you,” he pants, doubling his efforts.

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be. I’m simply reminding you how much you mean to me and how much I’ll always adore you no matter how much your body changes.”

You explode on his tongue, and he doesn’t change his nor his tempo, dragging you roughly through your climax.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you’ve climaxed three more times since the first one.

“Sylus...” your voice is hoarse from screaming your release, but it doesn’t seem like he plans to stop anytime soon.

“I’ve got you, kitten. One more,” he says, sucking on your swollen and oversensitive nub as he slowly sinks one finger into your pulsing heat.

“I can’t,” you weep, your thighs shaking from the strain.

“Yes, you can,” he coos encouragingly.

Pulling his fiendishly talented tongue away, he curls that one digit over the spot that makes you squeal. Your world shatters, stars dying behind your eyes, blinding.

“See? You did so good,” he says, slowly pulling his finger from your quivering heat.

You pant, trying to catch your breath. He grasps one of your ankles, kissing and nipping at it adoringly.

He stands, grinning wickedly, whispering, “We’re done yet.”

He carefully, gently, changes your body’s position. On your hands and knees. He rubs your skin, spreading you open.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans low, appreciatively, rubbing his hot and hard length through your soaking wet folds.

“Sylus, please..... I’m tired,” you beg weakly.

“I know, sweetie,” he croons, “One more, then I’ll make sure you’re pampered in the bath like the queen you are, okay?” he says.

He doesn’t give you a chance to voice your opinion before he pushes fully into you, seated deeply to the hilt. You scream.

“Already? Wait for me, kitten, ” he smirks, then starts moving.

A determined and purposeful pace. He thrusts deep, desparately chasing his own release through pounding through your squishy walls.

More string of curses from you.

“Just a little longer, kitten,” he encourages, his voice strained, “Ahh, fuck, you feel so good for me, so soft and hot.”

With one more deep and determined plunge, he cums with a groan string of curses and prayers, his hips jerking weakly as he shoots rope after rope of it, his cum coating your walls. His muscles twitch and flinch.

After catching his breath, he slowly pulls out, your body releasing him with a wet and sloppy pop.

“You did so well, kitten,” he says, kissing the back of your head before going to the bathroom to run you a bubble bath.

When the water is done, he comes back to retrieve you. He picks you up and gently places you into the water.

“Is the temp okay?” he says sweetly, his gaze watching for any twitch or frown you may make.

“Yeah,” you whisper, hoarsely.

“Did I hurt you?” he says softly.

“No, you did go a bit overboard but I can’t really complain because it felt really good. I know I’ll be a little sore afterwards though,” you blink, smiling sleepily.

“I’ll make you some hot cocoa, sound good?” he offers.

You nod.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he disappears downstairs to make your drink. He returns a short time later with your hot cocoa in a ceramic mug of a snow man wearing a scarf and mittens with two giant marshmallows floating in the chocolate goodness.

“Here ya go, sweetie,” he hands you the mug.

“Thanks, baby,” you say, taking the mug and taking a sip, “You always make the best hot cocoa.”

He smiles and waits for you to take a few more sips before he takes the mug and then leave the bathroom to sit the mug on the nightstand next to the bed.

You start to protest.

“You’ll get more after I pamper you,” he says, and starts to bathe you with all your favorite smell goods like body wash, body scrub and water safe body oils that you use.

After letting you soak for a while, he let’s the water out and rubs oils and lotions into your skin, pat drying your skin before helping you get into your lavender satin pajamas.

He picks you up and puts you against the pillows, pulling the cover back and tucking you in.

He hands the cocoa back to you, “I’ll take a shower and when I come back, we can snuggle and watch a movie, okay?”

He kisses your forehead and you nod, smiling dreamily.

You drink your cocoa, waiting for him to return, but you fall asleep. The empty mug resting on the small baby bump.

Sylus returns from his shower and smiles at the sight of you.

“Rest well... my wife,” he says, whispering warmly before taking the mug into the kitchen and starting the dishwasher.

He quickly returns to the bedroom, getting into bed with you, nuzzling between your legs so his face rests against your belly. Rubbing circles on the small bump, lovingly.

“I can’t wait to meet you, little one. Try not to stress your mom out too much. She’s a sweat heart and will be a very important person to us both,” he whispers into your skin before gently moving so that he cocoons behind your sleeping body, wrapping his arm firmly around you and pulling you up against him.

His chest presses against your back as he rests his chin in the crook of your neck as you both sleep, relaxed and spent, deep in bliss.

~The End~