Mon Writes

Sylus

Deal with the Devil: Part 1 ~ Part 2

You’re a fledgling witch in dire need of power. Well, it sure is lucky that the crossroads demon can give you some… but at a cost. 

TWs: teasing banter, suggestive sexual language, potential dubcon? (let me know, I'm not too sure), oral fem receiving, slight breast + nipple play/fondling, virginity loss, demonic Sylus (based on dragon form), bondage

Desire

You give Sylus what he's been hesitant to take from you

TWs: blowjob

Be Quiet

You're in a situationship with Sylus, but when you get stuck talking to another man at an event… Well, he's just not having it. 

TWs: jealousy, piv from behind, bent over a desk, rough, belt spank, light biting, no protection

A Little Help

Undercover mission. Accidental aphrodisiac. Sylus wants to help. A guard comes looking... What better cover for your snooping than to "pretend" you're having a hook-up?

TWs: aprohisiac, tiniest second of voyeurism (someone walks in), nipple play, missionary, doggy-style, throat grabbing (not choking), no protection, creampie.

Mission Prep Gone Wrong Right

You ask Sylus to help you prepare for an undercover mission… specifically involving torture. (There is no violent torture.)

TWs: edging, fingering, nipple play, takes you from behind while standing.

The Dragon

Sylus is a Warlord, and he knows you're out there somewhere... and he's done waiting for you.

TWs: Kissing, biting, breast play, oral (fem receiving), missionary, virginity loss.

Rafayel

Please!

Rafayel didn’t tell you about his exhibition, and he left you on read for THREE hours? As his bodyguard, you just can’t let that slide. It’s unprofessional. 

TWs: teasing, mean/dom reader, needy/whiny Rafayel, cow-girl, slight overstim

Secluded Shores: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

You've met a Lemurian, and he’s very interested in humans… more specifically, their anatomy. As time's gone by, it seems you've both fallen for each other.

You scuffled against the wall, willing it to collapse and crush you. It would be a kinder death than what he was going to provide.

There was no point begging. If anything, that would make it worse. Silence was the surest way for it to be swift… well, swifter.

He was right i front of you now, highlighted by those weak ribbons of moonlight. Four veined arms, stomach-mouth bared and snarling, and those eyes… you winced as he leaned in, hot breath stirring against your clammy skin. One of his hands shot forward to seize your throat.

So this was it, huh. Strangulation. You supposed it could be worse. When he squeezed, you choked, and a single tear slipping free down your cheek.

“I really expected more from you,” he sighed with genuine disappointment. “You seemed like fun.”

Your head felt like it might pop, the delayed blood flow beginning to ache. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, barely audible, and damn it all, you meant it. Maybe he would have granted you a better death if you’d put up a better fight.

Because elt’s be honest, you were never going to win.

He grunted, cocking his head as he stared through you, those multiple eyes glowing and angry.

He squeezed a little more, then began to lift you so your feet kicked and scrambled against the floor. More tears prickled as you gasped and wheezed, pathetically trying to pry free. Even as your nails scratched at his thick forearm, drawing blood, it was nothing to him.

“I’ll be taking this back now, too,” he growled in your face.

You felt him yank out the dagger he’d planted in your upper thigh earlier, long forgotten in your fear-fuelled adrenaline state. You whimpered at the sharp pain, blood oozing from the open wound.

Sukuna’s stomach mouth made a low grumble and, to your horror, lapped at it. The long, wet muscle dragged along the gash, the tip flicking over your clothed mound as it finished collecting your blood.

Sukuna stiffened.

Because, much to your own mortification, your nervous system was confused. You were so petrified of this man, the fear deepened into something worse—arousal. Slickness had begun to pool between your legs the second Sukuna came prowling toward you.

And now, he just got a taste.

His grin was wicked, dark amusement dancing in his gazes. “Oh?”

He leaned closer, his nose brushing along the column of your neck as he inhaled deeply. You dared not blink, didn’t even breathe (not that you could), until he pulled back again. When he raked you down, he arched his brows. “Seems like you’re going to be fun after all.”

One of his other hands came to tease your waist, testing you. His touch glided lower, until his fingers slipped beneath the band of your pants, and with agonising slowness, dragged them down. You winced as you felt your panties stick to your cunt.

He outwardly laughed. “Pathetic.”

He loosened his hold around your throat, but only just. You sucked down a much-needed deep breath, twitching as his other hands gripped your waist to keep you still. “Will you scream?”

“Probably,” you rasped, honest.

He grinned. “Good.”

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Sukuna had a hand shackled around your throat as he fucked you mean.

You were crushed against the cave wall, mind swirling and vision blurry with tears, air getting knocked out of your lungs with every relentless thrust. Two hands gripped the curve of your ass, one of your legs slung around his waist for good measure, and a final hand pinning your wrists above your head. You trembled as the warm, wet drag of his stomach-tongue lapped at your breasts, your training vest ripped apart for access.

The sounds were despicable, just wet slaps echoing through the tunnel. Both of you were saturated, with sweat slicking Sukuna’s pink hair back, giving it a slight sheen as dismal shreds of moonlight pierced the ceiling.

Every whimper and moan got caught in the back of your throat, building up for what felt like hours, until the pressure was too much and they’d slip free as broken sobs. Sukuna was adamant, chasing his pleasure with no regard for yours. But, on occasion, he did pull back a little so he could relish in your cries.

‘Having fun?” He’d drawl with a taunting smirk.

All you could do was blubber and moan.

Sukuna released his hold on your throat, and with subtle roughness, smeared your tears across your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Those crimson gazes dropped to your permanently gasping mouth, gliding down until his thumb sat heavy against your lower lip.

“Taste how pathetic you are,” he growled the command, grinding his hips harder, utterly nasty.

When he pressed inside your mouth, the salty residue of your tears mingling against your tongue, you bit him.

Hard.

Sukuna’s snarl had you clench around him, that grip of steel around your wrists sharpening. “You wanna play games, brat?”

With your vision speckled and grin weak, you managed it nonetheless, teeth smeared pink with his blood. “Having… fun?” You threw it back at him with a wheeze.

He grunted, unamused. “Time you took both.”

The withdrawal was harsh, the world spinning and your limbs liquid. Seizing your hips, he rotated you, almost throwing you to the floor, palms pressed against the dewy floor and ass in the air. No prep, no teasing when Sukuna finally took that scream from you, as he crammed two cocks into your soaked entrance.

“Yeah, there it is,” the cruelty in his laugh had your insides curdle. “Go on, give me another.”

Your gasps were sharp, and your squeals stuttered as you took him, but to his apparent surprise, you did take him. “Fuck you’re a horny bitch.”

You whined in agreement.

“I'm still gonna kill you.” His relentless thrusts lessened a tad, now that you were taking his double girths, but fuck, he was deep. You could feel every drag, every vein, every pulse.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he kissed your cervix.

“Why are you so fuckin’ wet?” He huffed, two hands on your waist, another coming to settle along the nape of your neck.

“Why… talk… so much?” You grumbled between thrusts, every breath a battle, but damn you were on fire, Sukuna’s cocks consistently hitting you where you needed it most. Sticky arousal had long smeared down your inner thighs, mingling with spit and sweat, you were surprised you didn't slip away.

Sukuna’s laugh was low and throaty, scraping down your spine. “Just for that, I'll make it slow.”

“D-don't care, just—” you didn't get to finish your complaint, as the bastard tugged on your hair, forcing you to arch deep, and bit you hard on the tender flesh of your shoulder.

You screamed again.

He lapped at the wound, seemingly satisfied as he rumbled a grunt.

Your poor pussy was being abused, but with every thick drag of those cocks, every impossible snap of his hips, the ache had you closer to seeing heaven. A tight warm tension was coiled low in your core, an orgasm to propel you into the afterlife imminent. All thoughts were gone, all that existed was the stretch of him. All sensation was getting punched out of you with every slamming thrust, until all you could cling to was your inevitable release.

Sukuna's grip around your waist shifted forward, fingers splayed around your ribcage. He guided you up, until you were almost flush with him, the thick drag of his stomach-tongue tasting your back. He released his clutch on your hair, coming to snatch your chin instead, yanking so you could meet his terrible gaze.

He was glowering, dripping sweat as he stared through you. Then, to your surprise, kissed your cheek. Well, sucked the flesh was more accurate. He dragged his tongue over your face, tasting your sweat and tears.

“If only your colleagues could see you now.” His taunt was raspy, a little breathless. “The upcoming prodigy, soaked and stupid for me.”

You wanted to snap back, but when he rolled his hips, hitting that sweet spot in you yet again, your eyes rolled back.

“You should've said something earlier,” he grumbled, genuinely annoyed. In fact, he shoved your face away to reset his focus on fucking you. “Would've spared you if I knew your cunt was this good.”

You'd given in—had given in long ago, but hadn't wanted to admit it. Sukuna could very well fuck you to death, and you wouldn't have any complaints. There were worse ways to go, you supposed.

All you can do is sob, nodding at his statement, drool slipping from your mouth to pool on the floor.

He knew you were his, that you would give whatever he wanted. And he laughed. “Yeah? So horny you'd fuck anything, huh?”

All that time, he hadn't faltered. Hips just smashing into you, ensuring that his cocks kept fucking you deep.

“C'mon, don't go quiet on me now,” he grunted, giving your hair a sharp tug to prompt you. “Maybe I'll change my mind, keep you around a little longer.”

Your scalp stung, and a gush of new creamy slick coated him. With a nervous gasp, you told Sukuna what he wanted to hear, voice barely above a whisper. “Could’ve fucked me ages ago. Anytime you wanted.”

Sukuna growled, sinking in as far as he could, then halted. With a broken chuckle, he seized your shoulders, traced the curve of your body until they were settled back on your waist again.

“Fine, you dirty bitch. I’ll keep you.”

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You scuffled against the wall, willing it to collapse and crush you. It would be a kinder death than what he was going to provide.  

There was no point begging. If anything, that would make it worse. Silence was the surest way for it to be swift… well, swifter. 

He was right in front of you now, highlighted by those weak ribbons of moonlight. Four veined arms, stomach-mouth bared and snarling, and those eyes… You winced as he leaned in, hot breath stirring against your clammy skin. One of his hands shot forward to seize your throat. 

So this was it, huh. Strangulation. You supposed it could be worse. When he squeezed, you choked, and a single tear slipping free down your cheek.

“I really expected more from you,” he sighed with genuine disappointment. “You seemed like fun.”

Your head felt like it might pop, the delayed blood flow beginning to ache. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, barely audible, and damn it all, you meant it. Maybe he would have granted you a better death if you’d put up a sounder fight. 

Because let’s be honest, you were never going to win. 

He grunted, cocking his head as he stared through you, those multiple eyes glowing and angry. 

He squeezed a little more, then began to lift you so your feet kicked and scrambled against the floor. More tears prickled as you gasped and wheezed, pathetically trying to pry free. Even as your nails scratched at his thick forearm, drawing blood, it was nothing to him. 

“I’ll be taking this back now, too,” he growled in your face. 

You felt him yank out the dagger he’d planted in your upper thigh earlier, long forgotten in your fear-fuelled adrenaline state. You whimpered at the sharp pain, blood oozing from the open wound. 

Sukuna’s stomach mouth made a low grumble and, to your horror, lapped at it. The long, wet muscle dragged along the gash, the tip flicking over your clothed mound as it finished collecting your blood.

Sukuna stiffened. 

Because, much to your own mortification, your nervous system was confused. You were so petrified of this man, the fear deepened into something worse—arousal. Slickness had begun to pool between your legs the second Sukuna came prowling toward you. 

And now, he just got a taste. 

His grin was wicked, dark amusement dancing in his gazes. “Oh?”

He leaned closer, his nose brushing along your jaw as he inhaled deeply. You dared not blink, didn’t even breathe (not that you could), until he pulled back again. When he raked you down, he arched his brows. “Seems like you’re going to be fun after all.”

One of his other hands came to tease your waist, testing you. His touch glided lower, until his fingers slipped beneath the band of your pants, and with agonising slowness, dragged them down. You winced as you felt your undergarments stick to your cunt. 

He outwardly laughed. “Pathetic.”

He loosened his hold around your throat, but only just. You sucked down a much-needed deep breath, twitching as his other hands gripped your waist to keep you still. “Will you scream?”

“Probably,” you rasped, honest. 

He grinned. “Good.”

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Sylus wasn’t the same as when you’d first summoned him. Then, he’d appeared as human, but here he was… something more. Spiralling horns splintered from his head, onyx carapace decorating his bare torso, and that tail! You couldn’t help but gape at it. 

Knots twisted double in your stomach. You knew this day would come, but now that it had arrived, you had no idea what to do. Did you strip? Invite him into the bed? Did you lie on your back for him, or would he prefer you bent over the edge?

“You seem nervous.”

You scoffed. Of course you were. Who wouldn’t be when they knew they were about to get impaled by a demonic cock? 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said instead, dragging your reluctant gaze to meet his. “I’m a virgin, not a prude.”

Pushing off the frame, Sylus strolled on over, every step heavy. “It’s ok to be nervous,” he returned, utterly pointless. Did he have no sense? Even the way he walked, he was just… enormous, and you just knew that meant every part of him. 

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? You weren’t going to be impaled—you’d be split in half. He agreed to take your virginity, but he never specified if you were going to survive the encounter.   

“Ok, maybe I am. Can you blame me? You are…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence. Terrifying? Gorgeous? Otherworldly? 

He stood over you now, angling his head as he considered you. That crimson gaze burned holes through your sheets, as if he could devour your body beneath them. “Finish your sentence, sweetie. I am what?”

“You’re just… everything I’m not.” You paused, mouth dry.  Then, with a low murmur, you confessed, “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” Sylus cooed, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking the corner of your mouth. You shivered, leaning into his touch. “I can assure you, our time together will be far from disappointing.”

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The demon was nestled between your thighs, large hands keeping you spread while he downed you like a fine wine. You tried to anchor yourself by threading your fingers through his silver hair, but the strands were pure silk, and you kept slipping. Eventually, you had your nails dig into his scalp, tugging at the roots, and he released a low, grumbling groan right into your soaked cunt. 

Everything was hot and flushed, every pulse of your heart sending shudders through you. Sylus was a leech, essentially absorbing your life force through your pussy, gulping you down with shameless moans of satisfaction. 

Decades of starvation had made him feral for this—for you. Not many witches called on him, after all. Feeling you squirm and squeal, evoking such breathless gasps and choked sobs, it was delicious. He continued to suck and lap at you, and he wouldn't stop until your taste stained his cursed soul. 

Through the waves of pleasure, one thought managed to keep afloat—how the hell was this the cost of power? It felt like a trap. There was no way this was all he wanted from you. It was foolish to take demons at their word. Oh, he’d agreed to a deal… but after you left the crossroads, you decided to read his black book. Properly, this time. And what had you learned? 

Deals struck out of a salt circle were void. 

He could devour you, fuck you, then leave you with nothing. He could take his power back, and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. 

“I think I might drag you down to the underworld, make you my pet,” he rumbled against your clit, sinking two fingers into your painfully empty pussy. 

Curling them just right, you shattered, white-hot bliss burning you from the inside out as you orgasmed. Sylus didn’t relent, tongue teasing your clit as you came down from your high, pushing you into an overstimulated tension. 

You thrashed within his tight grasp, sobbing, “Ah! No, ah! Please—!”

“You have such lovely manners,” the devil praised, coming up from between your legs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but evidence of your orgasm still glistened along his jaw. 

He stood at the end of your bed, watching you slowly put yourself back together after such an intense release. You were damp with sweat, chest still heaving, arms spread wide as you tried to sink deeper into the mattress. 

Something electric and warm snaked its way around your wrists, and as you snapped up, you realised it was Sylus’ evol, restraining you. Arms pinned to the corners of your bedframe, you trembled as you stared up at him. Sylus began to shimmer, demonic aspects fading as he morphed into a human. 

“No,” you gasped. You went to reach for him, only to strain against his evol. “Don’t change. Fuck me the way you are.”

The demon grinned, canines sharp; however, Sylus’ eyes were the only thing you could focus on. Smoldering twin flames, you could feel the heat of his gaze rake over your naked body. You sucked in a sharp breath as his hand curled around your ankle, the warmth of his touch fuelling your burning desire. 

He seemed to be waiting for something, and so you pleaded, “Please.”

His mouth tugged into a smirk, and then he tugged. His evol came to replace the grip on your ankles, and you were now completely spread and at his mercy. 

Sylus came to kneel at the end of the bed, his weight causing the mattress dip. He loomed over you, chin still sticky. You felt hungry butterflies soar within your core, new slickness collecting within your cunt. 

You couldn’t help but arch into his touch as his palms settled on your inner thighs, fingers pressing deeper, possessive. That scorching stare dropped back down to your exposed pussy, the smirk returning. 

A shudder ripped through you as those warm hands of his glided up over your hip bones, your waist, until they came to cup your breasts. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples in perfect rhythm, you let out a breathy moan. 

Restricted and spread, you were completely at his mercy, and there wasn't anywhere else you’d rather be. His power was tangible, hanging thick in the air around you, inside you, thrilling and electric. 

“I want you to keep your eyes on me, pet.” Sylus’ commanding tone was low and rough, with the slightest hint that he was struggling to hold himself back. 

You’d asked him not to hurt you, after all. 

Was it too late to rescind that part of the deal? 

You knew what was coming, that there’d be some initial pain… but to acknowledge that his creature was about to claim you entirely, you wanted to give him everything. 

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

His chuckle was like silk against your skin. Your lips parted, nerves tingling at the sound, soaked cunt pulsing in anticipation. How was it that a simple sound had you so needy?

Squeezing your breasts, he angled his head. “I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already this desperate?”

“Yes,” you admitted shamelessly. “Please don’t make me wait any longer, Sylus.”

Finally, he pressed into you. The thrust was deliberate, ensuring that you took every thick inch. The stretch of him had tears prickling, teeth clenching to the point they might shatter. Only once you’d taken all of him did you release your breath, gasping for air. 

Sylus’ gaze devoured you, absorbing every reaction. “Good girl. See, not so scary, hm?”

The praise had you clamp around him, needing more, the addiction settling in. 

Sylus pulled back slowly, only to thrust again, causing you to arch beneath him. A throaty groan ripped from your throat; the warmth pooled low in your core threatening to burst. 

It hurt. You could feel the promise of bliss, but it seemed so far away. You shivered, gaze drifting away, until Sylus tapped your cheek. “No, no, sweetheart. Remember what I told you? Look at me.” 

Rolling his hips, the press of his body against yours, you bit your lower lip until you tasted iron. “That’s it. I’m going to make you feel so good, just a few more. You can do it.”

You can’t help but twist your wrists against his evol. 

His warning was like a knife scraping along your skin, “Darling.”

You shook your head stiffly, needing him to understand. “I need to hold onto you.”

You felt like you could take him better if you could just sink your nails into the delicious expanse of his shoulders. “Please,” you whispered, pleading so prettily with your teary eyes. 

But Sylus only chuckled, the sound of it vibrating through you. “It’s not about what you want, pet. I’m here to take.” 

His evol tightened, sending jolts of pleasured pain through your limbs. 

“But if you want to keep begging, you’re more than welcome to.” He said it so softly, almost sweetly, but there was a cruelness behind his lidded gaze. 

“P-please, Sylus. Please—Ah, fuck!” You squealed between his restrained pace, cock sinking in and out. 

Sylus kept staring at you, brows creased ever so slightly as you panted and whined, the pleas continuing to slip out.

Let me touch you. Please, please! I’ll be so good. Please let me. Pleeeease!

One hand came to cup your cheek, thumb pressing against your lips, a silent command. You took him immediately, tongue wrapping around it needily. You can’t keep your eyes off of him, not only because he’d ordered you to, but because he was a sight to behold. As he kept rocking forward, that sharp stretch now dulled to an almost pleasant ache; your initial tension melted away. With every purposeful thrust, he claimed you that little bit more, promised to unravel you slowly but surely. 

You knew it was pointless to keep tugging at the evol, but alas, you did. You wanted to feel him, wanted to grasp at him, mark him, pull him deeper. Removing his thumb from your mouth, he shifted so he was gripping your throat, reminding you that you had no control here. 

He was here to take. 

“I’m sorry,” you rasped. “I’ll be good for you.” To prove your word, you arched your hips up to meet him in his thrust this time, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. You both groaned. 

“It’s ok, sweetie.” He leaned down to coo in your ear, planting wet kisses along your cheekbone. Just when he was about to kiss you on the mouth, he pulled away, his smirk dark and wicked. 

“You can scream if you have to. In fact, I prefer it. But I need this. You’re going to take it for me, ok?”

You had no time to prepare. Pulling out almost completely, he slammed back in, knocking the wind out of you. Gone was his gentle pace; now he fucked into you with feral need. Your breaths turned into stuttered pants, but as the pressure kept building within, eventually you did cry out. 

“You chose this,” his voice was hoarse as he taunted you, and when he punched forward to hit that sweet spot, you can only muster a strangled moan. 

You did choose this. And you would a thousand times over. 

Sylus’ rough rhythm had you a mess, it had you aching to hold him, scream his name, to let you lose your mind. “More,” you wheezed, desperate to maintain some consciousness. “I can take more.”

The demon let out a low chuckle, and as he buried himself fully in you, holding still… you whimpered, your pitiful grinds doing nothing. Sylus leaned down again, lips brushing along your jaw, planting feather-light kisses up your cheek, until his tongue came to trace the curve of your ear. “What have I told you, sweetheart? You’re not the one here taking.”

His voice was so soft, and yet the grip it had on you was steel. You could only nod in response. 

“I just meant—”

“Shhh,” he cooed, the sound reverberating through you. “I know, darling. You’re so kind, so thoughtful. I appreciate the offer, I do… but I really don’t need your permission.” 

He rolled his hips, pushing himself deeper than you believed possible, You yelped, arching up to chase the pleasure. Sylus released his grip on your throat and let his hand trail down between the valley of your breasts, leaving fire in his wake. You heaved, burning bright. 

“Your desire belongs to me now.” His fingertips teased you, tracing around your nipple. “I know what you want. I know what you need. You don’t need to say anything, sweet pet… Only my name.”

You thought he was going to return to that ruthless rhythm, fuck the sentience out of you… except Sylus pulled out of you entirely, laughing at your pained, broken expression. He couldn’t say things like that and then not follow through!

“What… where—where are you going?” You called out to him, body trembling and tense as you struggled against your restraints. 

“I’ve gotten what I needed. I’ll be going now.”

With his words, the evol vanished, freeing you from his clutches. 

You bolted onto your feet, rushing toward him. “But… but…”

He mocked your quivering expression, pouting his lower lip. “But what, pet? I took your virginity. I even gave you an orgasm, for free, might I add. What more could you want?”

You faltered once you were an arm’s width from him. He really was a giant. You glanced down at the floor, feeling an unwarranted tide of shame. What did you want? 

“Sorry, I got caught up in the moment.” You flexed your fingers, Sylus’ power still thrumming within. “Will you… Am I…?”

“You can keep the power, sweetie. We made a deal.”

Yeah, out of salt! It’s not bound! You thought, but damn if you were going to say that aloud. 

“Even if you were silly enough to forget to bind it.”

You whipped up at him, brows creased with concern. “Really?”

“Yes, pet. Now go on, back to bed with you.” He shooed, swatting you away. 

With Sylus gone and your poor cunt still weeping for him, you sat in your bed with a hole in your chest. Glancing at his black book on your floorboards, you arched a brow. 

You could always summon him again, bind him in salt. Make him finish what he'd started, make him satiate this gnawing craving.

With both hands now firmly planted on your thighs and nails sure to leave marks, he begged silently with his eyes, urging you to hurry up and forgive him. With a cruel tease, you hovered over him, your entrance grazing the tip of his cock, pulling a sharp groan. 

“Fuck!”

Your taunt was soft, almost a purr. “Tell me what you want, Rafayel.”

“You,” he shouted immediately, hips stuttering as your wetness brushed over him again. “All I want is you.”

Cute, but not what you wanted. “You have me right now, cutie,” you smirked, using his nickname for you like a knife to the throat. You leaned in, running your tongue along his collarbone.

“Please, I need you. I need to fuck you so bad.” He was practically sobbing, every inch of him pleading to claim him. 

You settled your hands onto his shoulders, pinning him flat against the mattress, shifting your hips away as Rafayel tried to grind on you, purely against his will at this point. 

“Keep begging,” you ordered. “And maybe I’ll let you put the tip in.”

Dark satisfaction simmered within you, to see Rafayel fall apart so sweetly… to have to answer to you for once. 

“I-I’ll do anything… Fuck,” he stammered, breathless. “Please, fuck me—please. Please.” Each little plea became more urgent, his chest heaving as he panted, until it was all he could utter, just a raspy string of please please please. 

What a good boy. 

He deserved a reward. 

His hands trembled as they settled on your waist, and with a gentle smirk, you sank down on his throbbing cock with excruciating slowness. You couldn’t resist your own pent-up moan, as his thick girth stretched you wide, right to the hilt.  Rafayel’s entire being tensed, lips parting in a silent cry as he finally got to fill you. 

He thrusted up, choking on his own words, everything garbled and inaudible. 

“What was that?” You murmured, regaining your composure—and control.

You denied him another thrust, rising off of him, until only his tip was flush with your soaked entrance. 

“You feel so good,” he whined, eyes widening with fragile insult. “Don’t stop!”

“I just remembered what you did,” you pouted down at him, your frown so mocking and mean. “You didn’t invite me to your gallery, Raf. You didn’t even text me!” You slammed back down on him to amplify your exclamation. 

Because lust aside, you truly were upset. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, so so sorry,” he wept, shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe he’d done that. 

“You—left—me—on—read!” You spat, grinding down with each punch. 

You ripped a strangled moan from his throat as you took him so deep, fingers sinking into you, trying to grasp your very soul. 

Rafayel couldn’t speak, and honestly, you didn’t want him to. His voice was starting to grate on you, hearing all those pitiful pleas, all that begging for forgiveness and a fuck. Rafayel was always so pretty when he shut that damn mouth of his. 

Working together in tandem, your thrusts grew heavier, less controlled, your pants mingling as you moved forward for more support. Droplets of swet trickled down the column of his throat, and you leaned in, licking and suckling. When your teeth grazed his pulsepoint, a broken whimper trembled through him. 

“Please don’t ever stop,” he whispered, still heaving and desperate to breathe. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”

“Yeah? Am I?” You purred into his skin, picking up your pace, thighs burning from the exertion. You wanted to have him take over, but that meant letting him win.

You withheld your shiver as Rafayel glided his hands up, fingertips brushing over your nipples, then coming to cup you entirely. 

“There is nothing more perfect in this world than you,” he said, his voice trembling and raw—but most importantly—earnest. 

You clenched around his twitching length, somewhat involuntarily, but at this point, your body was no longer in tune with your mind. You craved him, needed him so deep that his soul sank into your very bones. 

But the twisted part of you, that still had a fraction of control, wasn’t finished with him just yet. 

“I’m still not sure I can forgive you,” you sighed into his neck, slowing your grinds to a near halt, movement minimal. 

His response was a heartbroken sob, his touch sculpting you now, committing your softness to memory. “Please,” he begged again, tone laced with fear. “I—I can’t—” he hiccupped. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Your burning lust was sick of your own attitude, and when Rafayel chased for friction, sinking back into you with such sweet fullness… You broke. 

You rode Rafayel with newfound ferocity, almost possessed by it. His eyes had long rolled into the back of his head, the pair of you shaking, sweating, panting and moaning, until you weren’t sure where you began and he ended. His cock was too good, constantly hitting that sweet spot, and when he began twitching? Oh, you could have wept, the golden heat of him threatening to push you over the edge. 

“You’re close,” you stated, feeling the expanse of his chest, peering through blurry vision at how his muscles tensed. 

Rafayel could only nod, frantic, eyes snapped shut. “Yes—fuck. I want you to come. I need you to. Please. Please.”

Gripping his chin, you yanked, forcing him to meet your smoldering gaze. Capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, he felt like velvet… sweet and intoxicating. Feeling brave, Rafayel began to fuck up into you harder, until your rhythm was lost against the raging thumps of your heart. 

“When you come for me, Raf,” you rasped into his mouth, soft yet commanding. “Scream my name.”

And he did. 

Rafayel went stiff beneath you, back arching as an animalistic groan rumbled through his throat, his release like a tidal wave. You could feel him twitch, hot cum spilling deep as he trembled, hands gripping the plush of your thighs for dear life. 

But you hadn’t orgasmed, and so, you kept moving. Riding him through his own, chasing the high. Fuck, it was so close you could taste it. 

Rafayel squirmed, eyes pleading for mercy as you overstimulated him. But you couldn’t stop. Not until you got what you wanted. 

What you deserved. 

Finally, whether it was to end his own torment or to simply help you, Rafayel rubbed clumsily at your clit, tongue coming to circle a nipple. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you came, a soundless cry ripping free from your being. 

Panting and ragged, the both of you fell still, too spent to move a single thing. Eventually, Rafayel shifted, pressing a sweet and lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. When he pulled back, you met his gaze, and there, subtly tugging at his cheeks, was a smile. 

Whirling around, there it was—the demon. Hair as soft as ash, skin smooth like glass, and ruby eyes that pierced the night, predatory and gorgeous. He was wrapped in a jet-black suit, crisp and handsome, shoes polished so fine they reflected the moonlight. Taking a step toward you, the flutters of self-doubt stirred within your chest. 

“Oh, hello,” you greeted, doing the most pitiful curtsey possible. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”

A single droplet of agitation escaped the corner of your eye. “A tear, for me? How delicious of you,” the demon purred.

The world had fallen away, and you were paralysed, every nerve tensing as, leaning in, licked it clean from your cheekbone. His tongue was impossibly warm, almost rough, like a cat's.

Your words came out in a breathy stutter. “You’re welcome.”

He smiled, but it lacked human warmth. “Was that all, little one? A single tear as an offering?”

You cleared your throat and lifted your chin, meeting his intense stare. “Oh, uh… no. Actually, I would like to make a deal with you, please.”

“Well, I gathered that.” The demon settled back on his heel to consider you, his smirk sinful. 

Cheeks growing pink, you pressed on. “Yes, okay, um—I need my power enhanced, or my coven is going to throw me out. I’m willing to give you whatever you want.” 

The pale demon’s smirk split into a grin. “Is that all you desire?”

You sucked in a breath, brow settling into a confused frown. Wait, you could ask for more than one thing? 

“You’re quite inexperienced, aren’t you? Have you even read my pages in your black book?”

You were certain your face was now an embarrassing shade of vermilion, and the heat crept up into the tips of your ears. “No, I haven't,” you admitted under your breath. 

The devil’s chuckle was rich and raspy, sending a shiver down your spine. “You didn’t even draw a salt circle. Silly girl.” 

Oh, dear. Sylus—arch-fiend and impressive granter of desire—was now free to demolish the world because you forgot salt?

Rather than run for your life, you broke down into long-repressed sobs. “I’m sorry!” 

Tutting his tongue at you, Sylus opened his arms. “No need to weep, dear thing. I won’t tell anyone.”

Like the crack of a whip, you forced your overdue breakdown to a halt. “I don’t really need anything else,” you swallowed tightly, averting your gaze to the tips of your shoes. “All I need is more power. I don’t even need to be the strongest, I just… I can’t be expelled. I’m content with my decision, demon.”

“I wasn’t expecting such a low-tier request.” His low tone had you lift your head, feeling a little embarrassed. “Oh, it’s quite fine, sweetheart. It just means I won’t be taking your soul.”

You blinked, confused. “What do you want, then?” 

With demon-deals, it was always the same—a soul, some blood, maybe even a sacrifice in your stead. 

“Your virginity.”

Your brows shot off your face. “Excuse me?”

“You asked me what I want; that’s my answer.”

You silently cursed your flaming cheeks. “Well, I—it’s—what makes you think I’m one, anyway?” You spluttered, far too defensive. 

The demon scoffed, one pale eyebrow arching as his crimson gaze raked you down. “Let’s not insult ourselves, darling.”

You folded your arms, pouting. “How could you know that?”

He grinned.

You sucked in a deep breath, contemplating. If you said no, he’d leave, and you’d have no new power. If you said yes… You weren’t going to be a soulless husk, damned to eternal servitude once you died. Your virginity was nothing special, at least, not in your eyes. 

“Alright, fine. It’s a deal,” you confirmed with him, voice soft, oddly hesitant considering you were going to get your wish essentially for free. With a nervous swallow, you jabbed a finger at him. “But—I want it to… just, I don’t want you to hurt me or anything. No freaky demon shit. Please.” 

With an exaggerated pout, he teased, “Not even a little bit of freaky demon shit?”

Your entire body was on fire, and you were absolutely shocked as the words just fell out of your mouth. “Like what?”

Sylus leaned in, that pretty mouth of his tickling the shell of your ear, whispering a stream of lewd, filthy things he would do to you, should you agree. 

Your jaw actively dropped, and when your startled features met his unabashed stare, he laughed at you. “Well?”

Your heart thumped inside your throat, your stomach twisting with fear and need, his dirty words stirring something dormant within you. 

“Ok,” you whispered, not reluctant, but tentative. 

“Excellent.”

With the click of his fingers, smoke filled your being, billowing out in thick, bitter coughs. Your eyes burned from the intensity, muscles screaming… but after several heavy heartbeats, everything settled.

And you felt… strong. 

Straightening your shoulders, you flexed your hands, frowning. “Wow.”

He hummed a low note of approval. “You are most welcome, sweetie.”

“So… when do I fulfill my end of the deal?” 

The demon glanced up at the moon, then back at you. “When I call on you. So, until then, don’t go fucking people. You belong to me.”

___________________________________

The man’s cheeks went pink, and just like that, his rambles were over. 

You wove through the crowd, ducking out of the room to catch a breath. You’d need it. As expected, Sylus was right behind, except he didn’t pause for you. He just kept walking, seeming rather unbothered. 

You knew better. 

Trailing behind, you both slipped into his office, the door clicking shut, it’s soft sound louder than it should have been. Sylus’ ruby gaze locked onto yours, and you willed your thumping heart to subside. He continued to stare you down, and you shivered, the anticipation of what was to come a simmering heat within your belly. 

“Must I always come to your defense? I was of the mind you were a fierce hunter.” His voice was low and controlled, but with something darker right on the edge. 

You remained quiet, mustering up a defense. “I—he—”

“Ever a kitten, mewling excuses,” his sharp tone cut you off, all while herding you toward the desk, littered with paper and books. 

You went to retort, but nothing came to help you. 

“It’s quite insulting. You just stood there, mind and ears open for him. What’s next, your legs?”

That had you scowl, and you jabbed a finger into his chest. “Fuck you, you know I loathe Ever.”

“You loathe me, too, and you let me fuck you,” he countered. 

You felt a nerve twitch, wishing to smack the attitude out of him. You also wanted to correct him that no, you didn't loathe him… at least until he sneered, “I think you just like the attention.” 

Your face was on fire. “I was trying to be polite. I didn’t want to cause a scene at your event. You were the one who specifically said, and I quote, ‘try not to start any trouble this time, sweetie’.” You did a terrible job at mocking his deep voice. 

There was no time to react before Sylus closed the space between you, forcing your rear to be smushed against the desk. He caged you, that tall frame looming, the heat of him soaking into your skin. His breath caressed your cheek as he murmured, “Ah, so I’m to mistake your blushing for him as displeasure?”

You nearly growled. You pressed a hand against his chest to shove him off, but he didn’t budge. “I don’t know why you’re grilling me, since you seem to know everything.”

His nose brushed along your jaw. “Mhmm.”

“Get off me, dog.” You smacked his abs, but it was light and entirely insincere. 

That earned you a soft chuckle, but it lacked any amused warmth. You swallowed as his hand moved, fingers curling around your chin, forcing you to meet his eye. “Oh, so now I’m a dog, even after my rescue?”

Your knees nearly gave out. You were still pinned to the desk, with Sylus sliding his thigh between yours, those blood-red eyes devouring your reaction. “Y-yeah,” you uttered weakly. 

His hand lowered to your neck, cupping it gently. His face was still hovering far too close, lips now grazing your ear as he whispered, “Is that all you have for me?”

You inhaled sharply as his other hand settled on your waist. 

“You’re unbearable,” you pushed through clenched teeth. 

“Am I? This must repulse you, then.” He made a point to pull you flush against him, delivering a harsh and filthy kiss. 

Your heart stuttered inside your head, the world spinning and heat coiling low within. Your response was to meet his probing tongue with your own, tentative fingers coming to curl at the collar of his shirt. 

That was all he needed. 

In a flash, he spun you around, pressing you into the cold surface of the desk. You felt the dry texture of paper against your cheek. Sylus’ palm flattened between your shoulder blades, holding you in place. 

“Well, how about I become downright despicable, just for you, sweetie.” His words dripped like acid down your spine. 

Wasting little time, he yanked your satin pants down, baring you. The menacing snap of his belt followed, only to deliver a crack across your ass. 

An appalled shriek tore from your throat, knees buckling, making you grip the edge of the desk. The pain was razor, crisp… yet, you couldn’t deny how it made you throb, clenching around nothing. 

Sylus was quick to notice, too. “Another?” He leaned down, teeth grazing your pulsepoint. “Should I make you count?”

You shook your head, afraid to speak, knowing whatever you said would slip out as in indignant whimper. 

“Ah, it’s too much. That's ok, kitten,” he was grinning, you could feel it. Gathering your hair into his fist, he murmured, “spread your pretty legs wider for me.”

You obeyed, trembling and heart roaring, knowing you’d receive another mocking after he found how wet you were. 

Just as expected, when the tip of him nudged your entrance, he laughed. “Are you sure you don’t want another?” Coinciding with his taunting, he slid his cock through your folds, gathering your arousal. “It seems you do.”

“Strike me with that belt again and I’ll hang you from your chandelier with it,” you managed to snap with the perfect amount of attitude. 

Sylus laughed again, then slammed into you with one brutal thrust, causing the desk to screech against the hardwood. Your cry echoed off the walls, and with a hand tangled in your hair, his other came to grip your hip with ferocious force. 

“Make another sound and I’ll have to gag you,” he promised, yanking you into an arch so he could bite your shoulder. 

Sylus drove into you again and again, setting a wicked pace that left you panting for air. The desk creaked beneath you, and knowing very well that he meant his threat, you bit down on your lip to muffle your moans as you did your best to support yourself. 

Relentless, always—the way Sylus fucked you. Like you might disappear if he didn't give you everything. A pressure was building within your core, and you feared you might break, just like the desk was sure to. Sylus’ tongue traced your ear, his raspy words sending full-body shudders through you. “Are you sure you don’t want to bite down on something?”

A hand left your waist, nudging his belt within your eyeline.

And give him the satisfaction? You turned your head away, pouting with defiance. “Nope.”

“What if I say please?” 

Your grip on the desk went from firm to taunt. “Fine—hmph!” You reluctantly reached for the belt, breath getting knocked out of you as he delivered another deep thrust.

You could sense his smirk. “No, no,” he began strong, but it stuttered into a groan as you clenched around him. “I want to make you need it.” 

He shoved you flat onto the desk, his strokes truly punishing. Right as you hovered on the edge of release, Sylus slowed, coming to a near halt so you could feel every delicious inch of him. You whined, only to tamper off into silence as you remembered.  

“I can play this game as long as I want,” he breathed, shifting so his chest was pressed against your back. He licked along your nape, planting open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing the top of your ear. “I know how to rip those pretty noises from you, but I also know you'd rather die than have someone from your Association walk in.” 

Hah, idiot. There wasn't—wait. 

Tara had been your plus one. She said she'd be late, but if she finalised the paperwork early, she'd swing by for a drink with you. If someone had seen you be escorted away with Sylus, there was not a single world where she wouldn't rush to “save” you. 

Your gaze flickered to the belt, barely a few inches from your face. It would be nice to bite down on it, to not have to chew on your lip or the inside of your cheek. 

Before you knew it, you were moving to grab it, only for Sylus to knock it away once your fingertips grazed it. 

“Too late,” he drawled, shifting off of you. “Now be a good girl and take it.” 

Every roll and thrust of his hips had the room shake, papers rustling and scattering to the floor as you were reduced to wrecked gasps. Your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, your poor cunt clenching around him, mouth open in a silent cry. Sylus showed no such restraint, unbelievable breathy moans escaping him as he finally spilled into you. 

You thought you might feel the sudden burn of shame as he removed himself from you, yet all you felt was satisfaction. You were reluctant to admit that, maybe, there was something more than sex here. He teased and taunted, but only to where you drew the line. He knew you liked this, and so he gave it to you. 

Sylus stepped away to straighten himself up, fixing his pants. You were still slumped over the desk, spent and leaking, too blissed out to move yet. Your eyes followed his movement as he leaned down to retrieve his belt. 

“I can't believe you spanked me,” you muttered, finally propping yourself up, turning so you could look at him. 

It had been tiresome work to earn your invitation for tonight. The host of this ridiculously wealthy estate was, unfortunately, an illegal protocore collector. He wasn’t the type to go strolling down a street for coffee. No, he was the type to seclude himself in VIP bars and five-star restaurants. Alas, you’d done it, and now you were here. 

Standing alone, a shiver crept up your spine. Like a magnet, your gaze was dragged across the room. There he was, all pretty and crisp in his cream suit and neat ashen hair, chatting away with a small group of decorated patrons. 

He met your stare, and even from across the glittering ballroom, you could feel his smirk, like ants under your skin. 

Shit. 

Sylus wasn’t supposed to be here. This definitely mucked up your plans, but you could make it work. You were more than capable of playing socialite for half an hour, then give him the slip once he got distracted by some pretty thing in a see-through gown. 

With a tilt to his chin, he motioned for you to come over, but with convenient timing, your stomach rumbled. Giving him a shrug, you drifted over to the stunning banquet table. 

There were endless options, and yet, your gluttonous gaze continued searching for something sweet. Ah, there! Beyond the easy access options, and almost completely concealed behind an enormous display of flowers, was a silver tray of chocolates. Picking one up, you inspected it. Nothing struck you as out of the ordinary, and so, you popped it into your mouth. It tasted fine. Fantastic, actually. 

Before you knew it, you scoffed down four with a glass of wine. You knew you shouldn’t eat the entire tray, especially not on an empty stomach, and so, you decided to indulge in some heartier snacks. 

+++

Pretending to socialise for forty minutes was hard. Normally, patience was never an issue, but you found your fingers twitching and toes tapping. All you wanted was to sneak upstairs, retrieve the protocore, and get the hell out of there. You flashed some smiles, offered a wave or two, and even attempted chatting with some heavily intoxicated guests. 

Sylus had been kind enough to keep his distance, but you didn’t want to push your luck. Peeking about the crowded room, you saw no sign of him. Perfect. Excusing yourself from the small gathering, you grabbed another glass of wine—this one strictly for show—and meandered toward the grand stairwell. 

“Having fun, Miss Hunter?” 

Startled, the alcohol sloshed from the glass and down your front. Eyes widening with silent fury, you shot daggers at Sylus. “You!”

There it was, that stupid smirk. “If I’d known you were attending, sweetie, I’d have had my car pick you up.”

“And I’d have still caught the bus. Goodbye, Sylus.” You shoved the now-empty glass into his hand with a scowl, even if he had given you the perfect excuse to head upstairs.

+++

Silent as a mouse, you crept down unlit halls and poked your way through a labyrinth of closed-off rooms. Your ruined dress clung to your skin, sticky and uncomfortable, but you had no time to deal with it. All your effort had to go into finding that protocore, even if it meant tearing through a room one at a time. 

When you went to open yet another door, this one was locked. Yanking out your hairpin, you fiddled with the kob. With a victorious click, you nudged the door open, offering you a view of a couple sprawled on a leather lounge, nude and entangled. Your retreat was swift. 

You might as well keep searching other rooms while you waited for them to finish. It was only courteous. Stumbling into a small suite, you leaned against the doorframe with a heavy sigh, vertigo hitting you. Despite wearing silk, it chafed, all of you unusually clammy and borderline feverish. Your breath grew stuttered, and placing a hand on your chest, you tried to quell your racing heart. 

Sex wasn’t something that intimidated you; seeing a couple have a cheeky hook-up really wouldn’t work you up like this… which meant you probably had food poisoning. Damn it! You knew you shouldn’t have had the quiches… but they smelled so good…

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled, trying to gather your focus. You had a lot of the manor left to search; this was no time to be sick. 

You stood in the middle of the small room, doing your best to stabilise your shallow breathing. It felt as if you were on fire,  and as you coughed to clear your throat, you expected smoke to billow out. 

A shiver ran down your nape, hairs rising. 

“Have you checked under the bed?”

You sucked down your yelp of surprise, but it didn’t matter; Sylus had won by spooking you. 

“What the—what are you doing here!” You spun around, hissing through your teeth. 

Arms folded, he settled back on his heel, arching a brow. “I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.”

Your words twisted away inside your mouth, everything sour and sticky. You despised Sylus’ pet names for you, so why did him calling you ‘sweetheart’ have you tingling? “Were you following me?” You managed to mutter. 

A snort. “I was tired. I came up here for a catnap. I see you found the lavatory.” He motioned to your stained chest. 

That simmering fire inside you spread to your fingertips, but you managed to mask the discomfort with an exaggerated eyeroll. You didn’t need him to know you weren’t feeling well, or you’d never hear the end of it. Ugh, how was it that he was always around at the worst times? You were going to throttle him. It’s what he needed, honestly. You could just knock him down flat, wrap your hands around his neck, straddle that waist of his…

And he’d look up at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes, give you that stupid smirk, the one that constantly dared you to do things you knew you shouldn’t. You could suck the smirk right off his mouth, sometimes. 

Maybe other things, too. 

WHAT!

Mortification took root in your gut, and as Sylus continued to fill up the doorframe, you found you couldn’t escape or meet his gaze. That clammy sensation from earlier now had sweat lacing your skin. Your entire body crackled, and if you dared look him in the eye, you knew you’d combust. 

You settled for the collar of his shirt, only to notice that the two top buttons were undone, begging you to march on over and rip the rest open. 

Clothing on him was a devastating crime. 

Your stomach flipped a dozen times, the blazing heat that wrecked your whole body now narrowing down, a thick and pulsing tension in your core. Oh, for fuck’s sake. It was food poisoning… just not the kind you had expected. 

Your eyes flickered over his face, devouring every inch of his handsome face. You sucked on the flesh of your inner cheek until the point it hurt, welcoming the distraction. You were thrumming with need, and your increasingly needy cunt wasn’t going to be picky. 

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Sylus asked, a genuine concern in his tone. “You look upset. I only came to help you. I’m a man of my word, you know.”

Your brain screamed at your mouth to send him away, but your needy body had other plans. “Ok, well, don’t just stand there,” you snapped, mirroring his stance and crossing your arms, as if it might obscure your rising flush. “Get in here and help me find this stupid protocore so I can go home.”

With you, a traitorous thought finished. You whipped around, hiding how the tips of your ears burned red. 

The door softly clicked behind him, and immediately, it was a mistake. You could smell him, even from across the room, smooth and intoxicating. It made you want to sink your teeth into him. Sylus took a step toward you, but you moved away, lifting your chin at him to say: I don’t trust you but I can’t let you leave in case you rat me out so fine you can help me but you’re also really annoying so don’t come near me. 

But honestly, it was for his safety. 

Any closer to your proximity, and you would pounce. Gone was your self-control. You had always warned him that you might rip him apart, but as of right now, you’d settle for his clothes, quickly followed by yours. 

Stiffly turning away from him again, you clenched your fists, teeth along with them to the point they might crack. You couldn't survive this. Your thin g-string was doing a terrible job at holding back the slick that was gathering. Your final resort was holding your breath, denying yourself that delicious aroma. 

Maybe all of this tension would dissipate if you just accepted that dirty secret you forever pretended didn’t exist—you wanted to fuck the living soul out of that man. 

Somehow, you kept ignoring it. 

Rifling through the drawers, peeking behind paintings for a hidden safe, you inspected every inch. With no results, Sylus went to open the door for you, only to fall completely still. 

“Someone’s coming,” he informed you. 

Without thinking (well, not with your head), you scurried to his side and pressed an ear against the wood to listen. “—definitely up here. Red dress, pretty. My sources tell me she’s a hunter—” 

Your heart pounded into your throat, not only because you might get caught, but because you were distinctly aware of how Sylus’ body heat curled around you like a sweltering mist. Your mind whirred for a plan, an escape route, but it kept coming up blank. You went to speak, but nothing came out. 

Only one idea sprang to mind. But no, you couldn’t. 

You couldn’t… but only because you might not be able to stop. 

The door handle rattled. Anxiety soared through your veins, and you blinked up at Sylus, eyes wide with panic. 

Fuck it. 

You grabbed his forearm. “Kiss me.”

Sylus’ brows nearly shot off his face. 

The door trembled as the men tried to force the lock open. 

Your nails dug through the fabric of his suit jacket. “Please, Sylus. I’ll owe you.”

Surely that would hook him. What else has he ever wanted from you but his own little connection to the Association? 

He frowned. “Are you drunk?”

You groaned with frustration. “I wish I were,” you mumbled. “I can’t leave a single trace on this mission, unless it’s life or death. I need that protocore.”

A key was inserted into the lock, but it was the wrong one, evident by an abrasive curse from a man on the other side. 

You peered back down at the handle, worry knitting your brow. You’d have to fight them after all, and in the state you were currently in, you were admittedly worried. It had been too much to ask of him, and you understood, even if the rejection had wounded you. 

A gasp was torn from you as, rushing forward, Sylus enveloped you. His hands seized your ribcage as his mouth crashed down onto yours with unrelenting fervor. The force of him had you stumble, but his hold was pure steel, and he guided you backward until you both fell onto the bed. Wasting no time, you slung a leg around his waist and pulled him in, your nails raking through his hair.

Sylus left open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, moving down to taste the column of your neck. When your fingers came to curl at the nape of his neck, tugging at the strands, a subtle moan escaped him. The sound of it had your cunt clench, painfully empty and hyper aware that there was someone nestled nicely between your legs. 

“Too much?” He rasped against your pulse point. 

You wanted to say, not enough. 

But maybe you did, because he tugged at one of the straps off your shoulder so a breast could spill free. Sylus licked your collarbone, on his way to your nipple, when the door swung wide open. Rage exploded from you to be disturbed, only to remember that this was all for show. 

Sylus cast a terrifying scowl at the intruders, growling, “Do you mind?”

The pair of armoured men merely stood there, stunned, guns lowered. 

“Get out,” you commanded, hurling one of the pillows at them. 

They slammed the door shut without a word. 

Still hovering over you, Sylus sought your attention. His right eye seemed to be glowing, but it must have been a trick of the light. 

Regaining his composure, he cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

Sylus went to get off you entirely, only to freeze when your fingertips ghosted along his cheekbone. 

“But I need more help,” you whispered, entire being vibrating with need, the heat stirring within you undeniable. 

His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, his eyes flickered down to your mouth, then lower. 

With your leg still slung around him, you rolled your hips to tease him. “Don’t you want to help me, Sylus?”

Whatever restraint he’d wrangled for himself, it was already faltering. Meeting your heavy-lidded gaze, he inhaled deep through his nose. “What’s gotten into you, sweetie?”

You bit your bottom lip. “Nothing… yet.” You ground up once, slow. Subtle. But enough. 

Closing his eyes, he chuckled, but it was forced. Pained. 

Without explicit rejection, you tested him again, grinding with full pressure. Fuck, he was hard. You could feel the outline of his cock through his pants. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed. 

“No.”

It was sharp and final. 

Disappointment flooded through you, followed by a sobering self-consciousness and shame. You shrank from him, a hand coming around to cover your still bared breast. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—I…”

“If I kiss you again…” he interrupted your stuttering. Sylus ran his thumb along your lower lip, eyes glued on it. “I won’t be able to stop.”

Oh. 

You peered up at him through your lashes, the truth unveiling itself. 

It didn’t matter what you’d ingested, because the molten heat that burned within you, it was entirely yours. An aphrodisiac couldn’t just conjure feelings out of nowhere; it could only enhance what already existed. 

You let your confession slip free. “I wouldn’t want you to stop.”

You both moved in tandem, closing the distance, mouths slotting together. This time it was slow, tentative, giving each other the chance to change your mind. After several beats, Sylus did pull back, but only to cup your cheek and give you a bewildered expression. Something was swirling behind that ruby stare, and you recognised it, then—desire. This wasn’t a game to him. If you continued, it was because he wanted you. 

Because you wanted him. 

Returning to kiss you, his tongue begged entry, and you obliged him with a low, throaty moan. The taste of him went straight to your heart. He'd had whisky earlier, the subtle burn of it tickling your tongue. 

Needing more, you threaded your fingers through his hair. Sylus suckled down your throat, slipping the other strap of your dress free from your shoulder, the cool air kissing your flushed skin. He tugged the front of the gown down, exposing you fully, causing you to shiver. 

“This is a little naughty, even for you.” One warm hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. “Is this where you needed help?” He pinched you, toying with your sensitive bud into a firm peak. 

You let out a pitchy whine when his mouth settled over the other, flicking with delicious pressure. 

“You can help me however you want,” you panted, “just don’t stop. Fuck, don’t ever stop.”

Sylus made the excellent decision to continue helping you. Head empty, you melted into the heat of his touch, of him. You could barely breathe, and when you tugged on his hair to lift him back up to you, his husky chuckle rumbled along your bared skin. “Teasing you is a little too easy.”

“Sylus…” you whined, partially in amused embarrassment to be taunted, but mostly because this burning need was making you restless. 

“I understand,” he drawled, denying you another hungry kiss. He pulled back, stare smoldering as he looked down at you. “You’re not one to take their time.”

“Exactly,” you tried to snap—tried. It was the most pathetic, desperate whine you’d ever uttered. 

“Say please, sweetie. Just this once, for my ego.”

You’d sing it for him if it meant he’d stop torturing you. “Please, please…”

Hearing your urgency, the almost painful edge your tone possessed, that mocking smirk softened. “Anything for you.”

With your dress—finally—bunched around your waist, you shut your eyes, trembling in both anticipation and a tad of fear as you felt him. The gentle tap of his cock against your clit, a promise of what was to come. Your body took control, hips twitching instinctively, needing him to fill you.  

“I’ve been imagining this for months,” he purred, voice heavy as he settled a hand across your hip to keep you still. “But perhaps a tad more romantic than this.”

You had no strength left to banter with him properly. So instead, your words came out as a mumble. “You’d wine and dine me first?”

He smiled. “It's the least I could do.” 

All words vanished as he dragged his cock between your folds, coating himself with your arousal. You clenched around nothing, and if he kept you waiting for another second, you might scream. 

However, his mercy was just as cruel. 

Sylus sank into you with agonising slowness, the stretch of him unbelievable. You grasped at the bedspread, a broken moan torn straight from your throat. 

His thrusts started carefully. Deep, but controlled. When he deemed you well-adjusted, he pressed into you a fraction harder, the headboard rhythmically banging against the wall. Your moans and mewls were getting to him, pushing that iron composure of his to breaking point. 

And by god, did you want Sylus to lose it. You wanted him feral. Needed him to fuck the soul out of your body. You'd never needed anything more in your life. 

You tried to meet his thrusts, grinding up against him, wanting to nudge him off the edge. Sylus’ grip tightened on your waist, promising bruises. 

“Please, Sylus,” you whined, breathless. You clutched his wrist weakly, pleading with him with your heavy-lidded gaze.  You didn't need to keep begging; that could come later. A darkness possessed him, wicked and sinful. 

Your cry was sharp and pained as he withdrew from you entirely, the sudden emptiness like a harsh slap. You weren't abandoned for long. Sylus flipped you over, guiding your hips to how he wanted, face compressed against the velvet covers. 

You bit the fabric as he slammed back in, the pace quickened and unrelenting. The new angle has him hitting deeper, your walls fluttering around the girth of him, desperate for more. 

“Better?” He has the gall to taunt.

Your answer comes out as a squeal as he slammed forward, knocking the wind out of you, answering him with a breathless, “y–yes!”

Each punch of his hips had stars burst behind your eyelids, any remaining tenderness completely gone. Now that he knew you could take it like this, that you wanted it, he was going to relish every second. 

“I've imagined this many times,” he panted, the brutal thrusts of his cock punctuating his words. “Fuck, kitten. I’m so deep like this.” 

A choked whimper escaped you, drool dampening the spread beneath your cheek. It was amazing, the depth he fucked into you, again and again and again… you wanted him to stuff you full, until it spilled out to smear your thighs. 

“Really?” He leaned down to whisper closer to your ear, until his front was flush against your back. “Because I would.”

There’s no way you said that aloud. But when his hips surged forward again, his cock punched away any confused questions. 

“Y-yeah?” You gasped, frighteningly hopeful, clenching around him, as if you could suck him deeper. 

Sylus guided you up until you were bracing the bed with your arms again. His hand shifted to cup the front of your throat, fingers resting along your jaw. “Oh? You like that idea.”

Electricity ripped down your spine, far too self-conscious to admit it. No matter, Sylus knew the truth; he could feel it in the way your body reacted. Rather than continue to fuck you with his feral, frantic rhythm, he began to slow down, letting you feel the entire length of him as he withdrew, then sank back in. 

“You’re mesmerising from this angle,” his fingers probing your mouth for you to suck them. “Such a good girl, taking me like this,” he murmured, almost tender, enjoying the shudder it gave you. He slammed in, groaning as it earned him a breathy sob from you. “You’d really let me, wouldn’t you?”

The thought of it had your stomach soar, a new rush of slickness coming to soak his length. If you were really honest with yourself, you’d let him do anything to you right now. For so long, it was always you who had to take charge, to be bold and relentless. Submitting to Sylus wasn't nearly as terrible as you might have anticipated. If anything, it was exactly what you’d needed. 

Your desire ignited something deep and molten in Sylus, and as you lapped at his fingers, moaning and pussy tightening around him, he broke. 

Picking up his thrusts, he drove you to the edge, words faded away, and were no longer necessary. A growl formed in his throat as he chased both of your releases, his tip repeatedly meeting your cervix, the urge to be impossibly deeper a dark and irresistible need. 

You could feel him throbbing, noticed how his impressive rhythm stuttered a little. He was close. Pushing his fingers out of your mouth with your tongue, you twisted over your shoulder, pleading for him to lean in and kiss you. 

You swallowed his moan, as together, you shattered. You could feel his release pulse into you, continuing to roll his hips gently, letting you come down from the high before pulling out of you. 

“I think I’ll let you help me more often,” you let out a breathless laugh, flopping onto the bed. 

Sylus snorted. “I won’t say I told you so.”

Propping up to look at him, you gave him a teasing smile. “So arrogant. Have you forgotten my real issue here?”

“Do you mean this?” As Sylus adjusted the buckle of his pants, he retrieved a small glowing cube from his pocket.

Your jaw dropped. “You had it the whole time?!”

The pale bastard had the nerve to shrug, his smirk so damn smug. “I said I’d come to help, but you were refusing to listen.”

You couldn't believe this. Actually, yes, you could, but still. “You let me crawl around on my hands and knees for that damn thing!”

His laugh had you scowl. “And I enjoyed the view, too.”

_______

You sat on the rocks of your secret cave. All that accompanied you were the clicks of crab claws and the gentle crashing of waves along its wall. His voice had been banished, and it destroyed you. 

Had you done something to offend him? You replayed every moment while in bed, only to drift into a restless slumber, heartache haunting your dreams. With yet another month gone, you braced for a tough decision—did you persevere in your wait, or did you give up?

You tried to rationalise it. Even if he did return, what future could you have together? You yearned for a good life, to travel, perhaps even a family… Rafayel couldn’t offer you that. 

And so, you stopped going to the beach. Stopped desiring sunsets. In fact, the thought of them made you feel nauseous. 

+++

You met a nice man at the markets. He was tall, handsome, and a medic. He made your stomach flutter and your cheeks turn pink. 

And yet…

When you peered into his emerald gaze, you hated how they’d blur away into sunsets. How his pretty dark hair would bleed into long locks of wisteria. How his handsome, stoic face would morph into something more delicate. 

You couldn’t be free of this torment. You couldn’t move on. 

You wrote a letter, pouring every ounce of love, of passion, of anguish, of anger… and then you made one last stroll through the wall of trees beyond your home, until the gentle tide was kissing your bare feet. 

You shredded the parchment, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, letting the pieces scatter in the breeze. The water lapped them all up, dissolving them, cleansing you of your terrible woe. 

Goodbye, Rafayel… 

You sat in the water, deciding to watch the sun set beneath the sapphire horizon one last time. It’s like it knew, giving you bursts of orange and smears of pink, with that creeping promise of twilight. 

But the final goodbye was interrupted by a sailing boat. It was some distance out, and as you squinted against the golden light, you realised it was headed for shore. A boat, here? 

Judging by its size, it wasn’t anything threatening. It had to be some poor lost soul, swept out in a storm. Regardless, you darted for the cave, its hidden location a perfect opportunity for you to spy on the approaching sailor… they could need aid, after all.

The sun vanished, leaving behind a swirling palette of amber and amethyst, and unfortunately, ruining your field of vision. It was dark, and when the stranger finally came ashore, leaping off the boat with wobbly legs, you strained to see more. 

He was tall and lean, but even from such a distance, you could tell he had strength. His clothing seemed to be made of sheets, draping down his body to provide modesty, not fashion. 

It was only when he turned toward you and began striding to the cave that your heart lurched into your throat. 

You’d know that head of hair anywhere. 

You covered your mouth with your hands as you cried aloud, running from your hiding place to meet him. Not even hesitating, you threw yourself onto him, toppling Rafayel right over and into the damp sand. 

You couldn’t help but cry and laugh, lifting your head just enough to meet his gaze. There they were—your sunsets. 

“You’re here,” you wept, grinning, “you came back.”

His arms encircled you, cradling you closer. “I would never abandon you.”

When the shock began to settle, you pulled away, sitting up to stare. “Rafayel, you have legs.”

He beamed, a glint of pride shining in his eyes. “I do.”

“How?”

“It’s why I took so long,” he explained, cupping your cheek. “It wasn’t easy. I had to… well, it’s a long and terrible story. One that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it worked, and now we can be together.” His lips parted as he finished, shadows of doubt creeping through. “Unless, that isn’t what you want.”

You placed a hand over the top of his, leaning into his touch with a soft smile. “I want that more than anything.”

+++

“Raf, are you permanently human?” 

The pair of you were sitting on his little sailboat, lying on the wooden deck while peering up at the stars, hands entwined. 

“Well, about that…” He trailed off, hand retreating from yours. 

You rolled over to look at him. “What?”

“Lemurians have a time in their lives where we are critically weakened. We call it Ebb Day. I will return to my true form during it, every time.”

You nodded, coming to sit up with him. “That’s alright. We can figure it out when the time comes. I will protect you.” You sought his hand again, needing to reassure him. “I will, Raf. No one will ever know the truth, not unless you want them to. Besides, I like your tail. You said you’d take me for a swim, and you never did.”

He snorted, but your little joke had worked, his pouty mouth turning up into a relaxed smile. 

“I can’t help but feel a little wounded, you know. I went through all this trouble to get legs, and you haven’t asked once to see them.”

“Oh, please, Rafayel. Show me your new legs. Let me bask in their glory.” You teased, but when you met his stare, he knew you were sincere. 

He flipped the fabric aside, revealing his long, toned legs. You settled your hand on your knee, gliding it up to feel the muscles of his thighs. “They’re very nice,” you lowered your tone, your teasing shifting into something raspier. “But I do have one more question, Raf.”

Your hand kept creeping higher, sneaking under the fabric that covered his pelvis. “Are legs the only thing you’ve gotten?”

His breath stuttered, eyes widening as they trailed after your touch. You grinned when you felt it, already stiffening at your caress. A surge of power flowed through you as he tossed his head back with a hiss, you fully stroking his cock. 

“If you think this feels good,” you purred at him, rubbing your thumb across his tip. “Wait until I use my mouth.”

Rafyael’s attention fully snapped back to you, a darkness seething in his stare. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled at his sudden dominance, so easily worked up only moments earlier. Ignoring him, you continued to work cock, languid with your strokes. He sat up straight, snatching your wrist with startling strength. 

“That wasn’t an option.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, and your pussy grew slick. Lips parting, ready for a cheeky comeback, the words fell dry on your tongue when you blinked up at him. 

He was a man possessed, urged by an ache you thought only haunted you. 

+++

“Sink down. Slowly.” 

Rafayel’s voice was measured, no different than if he were regarding the weather. He was lying beneath you, partially propped up by his elbows so he could watch your trembling, naked body. 

You were straddling him, thighs spread wide, the wooden deck biting into your knees. There was a slight breeze, adding to the sensitivity of your impatient, slick pussy. Following Raf’s command, you descended, only to be halted by his hand gripping your waist.

The tip of his cock glided up and down your entrance, brushing against your clit, then coming back to circle you. His gaze is set on the teasing movements, lips parted in smoldering awe. Rafayel continued the taunting, hissing low at the new form of stimulation. All you could feel was how empty you were, how wet. 

“Raf,” you whimpered, rolling your hips to meet his gliding tease. The tip sank ever so slightly, and an overwhelmed choke caught in your throat. 

He clenched his eyes with a throaty moan. “Fuck. You can’t do that.”

“I’ve waited so long,” you pleaded, ignoring his words. You did it again, taking the whole tip this time. “Please?”

When he didn’t deny you, you sank onto him, taking every inch, until your hips were flush together. Both of you groaned, bodies tensing, trying to hold back the tide of white-hot release. The stretch of him was perfect, his human cock filling you completely, threatening to ruin your composure. 

Rafayel didn’t move. One hand still gripped your waist, his fingers digging deeper. Opening your eyes, you can see him struggling, perspiration lining his hairline. A droplet trickled down his neck, coming to collect in his collarbone. 

You leaned in, licking it up. 

His groan had your whole body shiver with need, but still, he didn’t move. Rafayel held you still, buried to the hilt, where you could feel every vein, every pulse. You wanted to let him have this, you really did… but after two whole months of his absence, you were brimming with fear that he’d vanish again. 

And so, you were going to be selfish, and you were going to move. 

Your hips twitched forward, rocking him even deeper, until he was kissing your cervix. 

Rafayel’s hand shot up from your waist to grip the nape of your neck. “Don’t move.”

At his command, a golden warmth soared through your body, lulling you into compliance. It didn’t last long. You lifted up, slamming back down in spiteful defiance. 

He gasped, body beginning to tremble.

You clenched around him helplessly, absolutely soaked. All you wanted was to grind, to chase your pleasure together, to have him spill inside. 

You begged him, prayed for it. “Please, Raf. Please, please, please…” You whined, higher and needier. 

Finally, his grip loosened, and he gifted you with a slow thrust. His cock hit that sweet spot, eyes darkening at how you arched into him, lips permanently parted from breathy gasps and pants. 

“I knew it would feel good,” he began, voice husky, full of irritated restraint. “But fuck. This is what I’ve been missing?” He fucked up into you with a brutal snap of his hips. 

You went to cry out, but he rushed forward, seizing your mouth with his. 

It was only when his tongue, warm and wet as it slid against yours, did you realise… you’d never kissed him before. 

You threw your arms around him to hold him in place, truly petrified that if you let go, he’d disappear. With a groan, you ground your hips into his quickening thrusts, fingers scraping up from his nape and through his hair. 

“I could stay like this forever,” you murmured into his mouth. 

He moaned in agreement, fingers sliding down your spine to find purchase on your waist again, guiding you in rhythm.

You were simmering, begging without words as you shifted your nails to his biceps, your core threatening to snap at the feel of his muscles. You’d transcended the need to speak, your bodies in perfect harmony, the unbelievable sensation of love and lust. 

Your kisses started relentless and wet, but as Rafayel’s thrusts began to falter, his release imminent, you slowed down. You wanted to show him how sex might feel phenomenal, but it was kissing that held the power. 

You both came together—hard. You swallowed his moans, and he tasted your mewls. Coming down from the high, you eventually pulled away, a string of saliva breaking. Resting your foreheads together, you stayed straddling his lap, cock still nestled deep. 

“Can we do that again?” He murmured, mouth brushing along your jaw so he could explore your neck. “We have lost time to make up for, after all.”

__________

The final part!! I hope it was worth the wait, eeep.

Or maybe I'll do a Lemurian thing during Ebb day with those two cocks of his... tbh, I'm just not confident enough to write that yet. My smut is a work in progress. And if I did do the two-cock thing, I'd also probably want to make it a little freaky, low-key monster-fucking territory