I'm Hungry

Arcane - Little Flower

So much potential had always been seen in you, at least your family had. And yet here you were, working at the front desk of a brothel. So much for potential. Things always went differently in Zaun, if you were too meek you didn't get very far. And unfortunately, you were one of those rather meek people.

It was only your second day and you were already fed up with this job, but you had to live on something. After two days you had already seen a lot of different customers and heard some noises that you would have liked to block out. But at least you were not one of the sex workers, that would be the last thing you wanted to do. Considering that you were still a virgin, that would also be completely inappropriate, at least in your opinion. Even if your boss saw it differently and had initially tried to persuade you to become one of the easy girls.

You reckoned as always with everything, but not with your next customer.

When he entered the brothel, his presence filled the entire building. A slim, tall man with dark hair combed back, a few gray strands, well dressed, sublime step. The left half of his aristocratic, prominent face was haggard with scars, his left eye mutated. The narrow nose in profile reminded of an eagle.

He moved directly toward you. You knew this man, had heard his name many times. Silco. A man who was feared in Zaun, just as he was respected. He didn't have nicknames like "The Eye of Zaun" and "The Industrialist" for nothing. This city was more or less his. He had a reputation for being ruthless and unscrupulous. He ruled over everything he owned with a hard hand and questionable ways and means. It was better not to mess with Silco.

He was outrageously attractive in his own way, at least that's how you looked at him.

Your heart beat up to your neck when he stopped in front of your counter, usually you had to greet people accordingly, but when he looked down at you, your voice got stuck in your throat.

Silco knew what effect he had on the people he met.

He smiled and under his gaze you seemed to get smaller and smaller.

"How can I be of service?" you finally asked, almost so quietly that he could barely hear you.

He looked you up and down, leaned a little further over the counter, closer to you and said, "You're awfully quiet, little flower."

His voice was smooth and dark, vibrating through your senses.

"What can I do for you?" you said a little louder this time.

He chuckled, "Unfortunately, I'm not here for pleasure, I need to have a conversation with your boss. Do you know where I can find her?"

You gulped and answered, "In her office," and pointed in the relevant direction.

One of his large, slender hands approached your face. He was wearing black leather gloves, one of his gloved fingers running along your right cheek.

"Pretty thing," he murmured, finally making his way to the office door with a wink in your direction.

Your mouth was dry and your heart was racing. It couldn't possibly be good when Silco paid you such attention.

Silco faced the madam, a middle-aged lady with too much makeup, too much confidence and too little decency. At least if you asked him.

"I assure you, we will take care of the incident that happened with your subordinate," madam Celest promised with a flutter of her fake eyelashes.

"Hmm" grumbled Silco "That would be better for you, otherwise I'll leave the brothel in other, more capable hands".

"That won't be necessary" said the madam hastily.

He leaned back in his chair to glance through the ajar door and caught a glimpse of you standing behind the counter, apparently going through some paper. When he turned back to the madam, there was a shallow smile on his features.

"There is something, something you could use to pay off your debt to me".

The madam listened up, "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. The girl outside at the front desk. I want her."

The madam blinked and tilted her head to the side, "She's not my property, she just works here. Besides that, she's inexperienced, she's not one of my girls, she just works at the counter"

Silco sighed wearily, "I don't care. I want her. Make sure she comes to the club and works for me, then we are even"

"I'll talk to her, but I can't promise anything."

Silco's eyes narrowed as he said "You better make an effort".

After two days in the brothel, you already had another job. The madam had told you what Silco wanted from you and suggested to accept the offer. One never rejected his offers, that never ended well. But even if one accepted it, not necessarily something good came out of it.

You had spent the last few days bringing him food and drinks, his cigars or mail that was left for him at the club. Otherwise you sat in your room in the same building where your bed was and the few belongings you owned. Silco paid well, but you could hardly leave the building because he had you watched all the time. In the free time you had for yourself, at least one of his goons followed you everywhere you went. They were probably there to make sure you didn't run away.

Carrying a tray of fresh fruit, an outrageously expensive luxury in Zaun, you walked into his office just as one of his goons left the room and locked the door behind you. Uncertainly, you glanced at the sprawling desk and the large, noble chair behind it in which Silco sat. He had a cigar in the corner of his mouth. The smoke rose and the entire room smelled of it, of the cigar and his aftershave. A strangely intoxicating mix.

Your heart beat faster, as it always did when you entered his office, or when he entered a room you were in.

Suddenly he looked up, he smiled when he saw you. Trying with all your might to suppress the trembling in your hands, you approached the table and placed the tray on it.

"Thank you, little flower"

That's what he often called you, little flower.

When you were about to leave again, Silco put out his cigar in the big heavy ashtray on his desk and he stopped you from leaving.

"Wait. Come here," he said, beckoning you to him with two fingers.

You approached the table again, but that wasn't enough for him, he waved you even closer. When you got closer but still not close enough, he impatiently grabbed one of your hands and pulled you towards him. He was still sitting in his chair and looking up at you. The sea green of his normal eye shimmered in the setting sun that shone through the large window behind him.

"Don't be shy," he said teasingly, as you flinched because his knee touched your leg.

“What can I do for you?“, you asked nervously.

"Hmm, you could let me do something for you, because there's something I'd be hungry for."

Your heart leapt into your throat at his words.

"Wh-what?"

Instead of an answer, the long, slender fingers of his large hand stroked along your leg, ever upward, under the hem of your skirt, and upward still. You shivered as his fingers ghosted over the delicate fabric of your panties, just above your sex.

"You're really glowing between your legs, this will probably be a warm meal for me," he quipped with a smirk.

„S-Sir?“, you stuttert feeling heat rising in your face and ears.

Again instead of an answer, he acted. His fingertips feel the edge of your panties and slipped under the fine fabric. Gently his long fingers slid through your folds and at the same moment you felt yourself getting wet, fluids pooling out of you.

You did not dare to say anything or withdraw. Partly out of fear, but also because his touch felt delightful, even if you didn't want to admit it.

When he withdrew his fingers you had to suppress a disappointed sigh. But when you saw him guide his fingers covered with your slick to his lips and lick them, a small whimper escaped you.

"Hmm, my little flower is a honey pot," he murmured delightedly.

Your gaze wandered almost automatically to his crotch and you saw the bulge in his pants, it was practically impossible to miss and gave an idea that he was far better equipped than you had assumed.

With a jerk he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, facing him, your legs left and right over his. One of his hands went to your back, went down to your bottom and gripped into the tender flesh. You inhaled sharply and suppressed a small, startled cry.

His free hand went to your neck and urged your head down towards his. He sniffed your neck and sighed devotedly.

"You smell fantastic Y / N, little flower, so gorgeous," he said in a hoarse voice.

The hand on your bottom pressed you even closer, closer to his body, you could feel his hard erection through the fabric of his pants and your panties on your femininity.

He let out a low, heated growl as you tried to move on his lap.

"Where are you going?" He asked, amused.

"I ... nowhere"

Silco began to kiss your neck and a low whimper came over your lips. His hot breath wandered up your throat to your ear where he whispered: "You don't want to get away from me, do you?"

"N-No"

That was neither a lie nor the truth. He attracted you magnetically and at the same time you were afraid of him, of what people said about him.

"Good, because I still have a lot to do with you, my beautiful," he cooed with a smile.

He arched his hips slightly, pressing his lap into yours and nibbling on your delicate earlobe at the same time.

“Hmmm”, you heard him hum with satisfaction, “Your smell, the warmth of your body, the sweet little honey pot between your legs, you are perfect, little flower. A perfect bloom grown in all the junk around us. And I found you, now you are mine. "

You swallowed and said softly: "Please don't hurt me"

Silco stopped moving, his hand on your neck, pressing your head so he could look you in the face.

"What did you just say?" He asked.

Your eyes darted back and forth wildly, looking for an escape.

"Look at me, stop looking so nervously from one corner to the other," he demanded gently but firmly.

You followed his request very nervously.

"Tell me, Y / N, has any of what I've done so far been painful?"

"N-No," you answered him in a very low voice.

Still calm and gentle, he asked, “No? Then why do you assume that I intend to hurt you? "

“People say things about you. They say ... that you are dangerous and angry and that you hurt people "

Silco nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said: “Yes, I have a certain reputation. But you are not people. You are my little flower "

You nodded slowly whereupon he smiled in satisfaction.

"Good girl"

He turned the chair and you towards the table, grabbed your hips with both hands and lifted you onto the table. He was much stronger than he looked.

His fingers were nimble, slipping under your skirt and pulling down your panties, brushing them over your ankles and off your body. He didn't toss them carelessly to the side as you had expected, but laid them on the table beside you. Finally, he pushed up the fabric of your skirt, reached for your trembling thighs and spread them.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he saw you spread out before him like a buffet. He leaned forward in his chair, his face hovering so close over your pussy that you could feel his hot breath on your moist folds. A soft whimper came from your mouth.

He took a deep breath and chuckled, "Incredibly intoxicating, I'm going to lick your little honey pot dry until you forget your own name, little flower."

Your pussy twitched at his words, heat flowed to your center and the tickle of his breath made your bud swell with desire.

The fingers of his right hand ran gently, almost delicately through your folds, one fingertip caressing your entrance, collecting your juices and sliding upward to your pulsing pearl. As he drew small circles on your clit, you were dripping wet and a high pitched moan came from your throat. It never felt this good when you touched yourself, this was something completely different, much more intense.

Silco gently asked you to lean back with your back on his table and you complied expectantly.

His finger continued to massage your sensitive bud as his tongue ran over your folds. Surprised by the sensation, your thighs twitched. His tongue swirled hot, strong and deft through your folds, to your entrance and dipped inside you.

You couldn't help it, the words coming hoarsely from your mouth, "Oh God!"

He chuckled into your folds, the vibration almost sending you over the edge.

Your toes curled, your thighs trembled with tension, your whole abdomen seemed filled with liquid heat. He licked you out, with intense movements of his tongue, humming over and over again with excitement and satisfaction, chasing sweet vibration into your sex.

In a groan it came from your lips, "Please! S-Silco I'm gonna...."

He hummed deep and hungry this time.

"Yes" he mumbled into your folds "Come for me, let go, I'll catch you".

The knot loosened, tingling hot waves vibrated through your pussy and you tightened around his tongue.

Silco moaned and worked you even further, working through your high, gently stroking your hips with his free hand. Eventually he let go of you so he wouldn't overstimulate you, though he couldn't resist the naughty little kiss on your still swollen pearl. He wiped his mouth and grinned at you as you propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him.

Still nervous and breathing heavily from your climax, you smiled shyly at him.

"So, did that hurt?" he asked teasingly, getting up from his chair.

You shook your head and said almost in a whisper, "No. That was nice."

He undid the belt of his pants and at the sight of him unwrapping his length, nervousness crept up in you again. Heavy and girthy, his veiny cock stood out from his body, the blunt tip slightly swollen. He saw the look on your face and tilted his head slightly to the side.

"What's wrong? A little above average I know, but I promise you I'm gentle".

Your mouth opened and you shyly told him softly, "I've never done this before."

"What?" he asked with a puzzled blink "Really never?"

You nodded, shying away from his scrutinizing gaze.

"Now I understand why you're so nervous all the time, you had no idea what to expect did you? Poor thing, must have been scared, but there's no need to be, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to make you feel good", he cooed.

He gently pulled you off the table onto your wobbly legs and held you as you almost buckled.

Silco led you to another door in his office and opened it. Behind it was a bedroom with a huge bed with black silk sheets. The rest of the room automatically blanked out of your mind because you knew this bed was the target and your thoughts swirled solely around it.

He began to undress you until you finally stood naked in front of him, his gaze wandering up and down your body.

" Delicious! On the bed with you, little flower".

You complied with his request and climbed onto the bed, turning to face him and watching as he undressed as well. The torso first, out of the fancy coat of the fine vest and the red dress shirt.

Yes he was slim, but under his pale skin hard muscles stood out, a body stronger than it appeared at first sight. A few fine hairs on his chest, already graying, gathered in a line leading down into his pants, accentuated by the appetizing V line of his hips.

At the sight, your mouth watered. Torn between sexual desire and a touch of fear, you watched as he slipped off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Again your eyes fell on his privates, so proud, veiny and heavy. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, towards him, and at the same time your nerves fluttered with nervousness.

He smiled at you, in his own haunting way that got under your skin and made you shiver.

Silco climbed up onto the bed, over you, gently but firmly spreading your legs with his, lying down on top of you and pressing his hard shaft against your wet folds. His arms supported most of his weight as he gently began to roll his hips, rubbing his length over your sex and creating glorious friction on your pearl.

With an excited sigh, you wrapped your legs around his body almost automatically and began to move with him. You realized that was far from all, he wasn't even inside you yet and you longed to feel him inside you as much as you were afraid of it. But so far he had been gentle and considerate, so you were nowhere near as scared as you had expected.

There you were, lying naked in Silco's bed beneath him, expecting him to deflower you at any moment. Something you never would have thought would happen just a few days ago. At least not with Silco.

His face came closer and when his lips gently touched yours, your eyes closed with a soft sigh. He was warm and softer than you had expected, this mouth that often gave such harsh words speech, such grim commands- was warm and gentle. His tongue slid over your lower lip, asking for entrance and you granted it only too gladly. As his tongue slid into your mouth and playfully explored yours, you could taste yourself in his mouth, a strange, exciting sensation.

As he increased the pressure of his hips in your lap, you moaned into the kiss and his lips twisted into a smile.

Silco slowly detached himself from your lips and spoke softly in a voice like hot dark chocolate, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Nervously you licked your lips. Yes you wanted it, you wanted to feel more of him, wanted to belong to him, every fiber of your body craved it even if a part of you still trembled gently at the thought. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him.

"Tell me with your words, little flower," he demanded, cooing.

"I want this, I want you, Silco."

His smile sent shivers through your expectant body.

"Very well, then you shall have what you desire".

He pulled his hips back a bit to line up at your entrance. The tip of his cock hit the folds at your entrance, parting them slowly and gently. You gasped as he slowly entered you, at first with just the tip. As expected, he not only looked massive but felt so as well. Slowly he pushed further, you felt the stretch as he slowly filled you, then a slight resistance and a small sharp pain that made you wince against your will.

You held your breath, nervous and unsure.

Silco stopped, bent down to you without advancing any further, kissed your shoulder and whispered: "Keep breathing, little flower, you don't have to be afraid, this little pain was all the discomfort you will feel, I promise".

You breathed a sigh of relief, but stuttering, irregular. His lips moved to your neck, placing open mouthed kisses on your heated skin, trying to soothe you.

Silco placed a kiss under your ear and whispered, "My beautiful little flower, relax, breathe in and out, breathe with me."

His gentle encouragement helped you regain your composure, his warm lips on your skin, began to rekindle the tingling in your core. As Silco felt you gradually relax under him, he pushed deeper into you.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders as you felt him filling you, filling your cleft to the hilt, stretching you. The small bush of curly, partly graying hair at the base of his shaft tickled your pearl.

A curse escaped your lips and he chuckled.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly.

"Yeah... it's just so... so much"

With a smile he cocked an eybrow at you, asking, "Too much? Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" you said hastily, wrapping your legs tighter around him and rolling your hips.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a promising whisper.

„Yes! P-please, more...need more“

Silco began to move, pulling his hips back, slowly, and then forward again, into you. The feeling was indescribable. He kept moving, paying close attention to your every reaction. He changed the angle, shifted his weight, until he could see in your face that he was hitting just the right spot in your wet, hot cleft.

"Oh my love, you're so tight and hot and wet, just for me," he uttered hoarsely, and you saw his good eye darken with desire.

But he held back, taking you with gentle thrusts, giving you time.

It wasn't long, however, before your fingers dug into his buttocks, urging him to give you more, harder and faster. He emitted a surprised sound, but immediately complied with your wordless request.

Wet sounds filled the room, mixed with the sound of naked skin meeting naked skin. A sensual and sinful sound. Heat flowed into your pussy, your body quivering with each of his thrusts. His lips and teeth caressed your neck, greedy yet gentle, leaving marks on your skin as he took you greedier and greedier, his breath becoming heavier and faster.

Sweat covered both your skin.

"S-Silco," it came harshly from your lips, "more, please, f-faster..."

With a growl that came deep from his chest, he granted your wish, taking you faster, harder. Whimpers and high pitched moans came rushing out of your mouth, your fingers clawing over his back, his shoulders in helpless horniness as his cock buried deep inside you, moved inside you. His tip kept hitting that one spot that made you see stars and sent hot waves through your body.

One particularly intense thrust made you yelp, "hnngnaaah!.... close, I'm c-close!"

"Good girl, cum for me, cum on my cock!" he forced out through clenched teeth.

The sound that came from your mouth as the knot burst was almost a scream. Your walls tightened around his length, your thighs quivering tensely as a tingling, hot wave followed by many smaller waves like an echo, coursed through your abdomen, radiating heat with a tickle into all your limbs.

Silco growled again as he felt your cleft tighten, your climax racing over you. His thrusts became erratic.

"Where... where do you want me...?"

"Inside me!" you hastily interrupted him, feeling that he could barely hold it in.

Almost at the same moment he let go, his cock pulsing inside you, his seed flowing hotly into your cleft, and for a moment you felt even fuller than before.

With an extended sigh, his thrusts became slower and slower until he finally stopped, breathing heavily. He licked his lips and looked into your sweaty face.

"That was..." your lips twisted into a wide smile as you saw the look of anticipation on his face "Indescribably beautiful."

With a satisfied smile he said in a raspy voice "I don't think I can ever get enough of you. I can't wait to show you more".

He kissed you gently as his shaft slowly softened inside you.

Holding you to his lips, he whispered questioningly, "Would you like to spend the night here, little flower?"

A tender yet joyful, "Yes," was your answer.