Xènîä♡

Ambrose drove straight to the airport, and you embarked in first class to leave this side of the country to fly through the sky for the first time. You arrive in a modern, sleek house in the middle of a forest, near a lake. Ambrose wanted to leave the city for the Honeymoon, before your future move-in near Washington.

You sigh, appeased and at peace, your cold glass in hand in your negligee, almost ready for the night. If only you knew where Ambrose had gone to. He left earlier for 'preparations' without anymore explanations.

You just…

You sigh again.

It's stupid.

But you'd like to know why he hasn't taken you to bed yet…

You sleep in the same bed, hugging each other, but each of your attempts at deeper intimacy has been unsuccessful yet. He simply chuckles in a purr, taking your wandering hands off him.

Is there… Something you aren't doing right? Does he not want you like you want him?

He always was a rather modest man with you, but… You had hoped to discover a new side of him on the night of your wedding.

You already had all the pain to have him near you all the time you were dating, but having no sex together.

It was pure torture!

You love a respectable and respectful man, of course you do. But you also love to be disrespected in the sheets. And you'd especially love to be disrespected by your Fae.

He hugs and kisses you freely and lovingly, but each time you think it will go somewhere, he stops it all with a kiss on your forehead and leaves you to your devices, body burning and desires unsatisfied… Yet you felt his hand lingering on your hip, the pad of his fingers barely grazing your thighs, his nose brushing your collarbone.

His breath deepening ever so slightly. And yet.

Of course, you asked him why he hadn't slept with you yet, and he gave you a puzzling, all-knowing grin. 'The moment is not right yet.' he simply said, 'I watch for the Stars and the Moon.'

You're here, willing and married. What better moment does he want?

And here you are, freshly wedded, in an indecent negligee that no one will take off you tonight again, alone in that forest villa, sipping your drink. He promised you that this moment would come and you will get to enjoy all that he has to offer. But man, the wait is long and torturous…

Does he know? Does he know how hard it is to sleep next to him and not be able to be intimate? To just keep your hands to yourself and modestly lay them on his chest? Does he know how absolutely, horrifyingly tempting he is?

He had you waiting the entire dating period, and you thought you'd finally have your thirst quenched on the wedding night!

But no!

He just boops your nose and asks you to be patient and…! And…!

And fuck it!

If he wants to roam the forest all night long for 'preparations', suit himself! You'll go to sleep in a cute negligee in an overpriced bed and expensive silk sheets all alone and enjoy yourself!

There!

You leave the half-empty glass on the table and turn the light off, heading to bed for a good, repairing sleep.

You've been snoozing for a short moment, all comfy, without a care in the world when a grave and deep sound resonated in the night suddenly, waking you up in a jump.

You gulp, listening to the now silent night with a beating heart, waiting for something. Anything.

The sounds resonate again, loud and clear, way closer to the house. Dangerously closer.

A horn.

The words of Ambrose resonate again in your mind, and now that you hear that sound in an isolated place, all alone without your husband, you can see why he told you to run.

You yelp when you hear the door of the house open and slam. You grab the landline, eyes fixated on the master bedroom door, trying to reach the police or sheriff to warn them… something or someone was here.

Silence.

Like it was cut beforehand.

Now you feel really bad…

You jump out of bed when your hear steps inside, slow, calculated, stopping right at the bottom of the staircase. You try to open the bay window discreetly, but you hit the side table, and the vase falls to the ground, shattering into pieces with a loud noise.

The reaction is instantaneous; you hear steps sprinting up the stairs toward your location. You slam the bay window open, hesitating for a split second as you look down from the balcony, but swing your leg over it anyway, just as the door of the bedroom opens.

You land heavily on your feet and hands with a 'oof' and book it. You run in the dark, guiding yourself with the moonlight, your feet hitting rocks and roots, but you keep sprinting. Behind you, the thing or person jumped down from the balcony and is on your trail.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

What the hell?

Why did Ambrose bring you here if he knew something dangerous was roaming the forest?

Oh God, is that a Bear?

You hear running behind you, getting closer and closer. Whatever is behind, it's quicker than you. You suddenly take a sharp turn to disorient it, almost slamming into a tree. But it follows easily. You take the risk to look behind, and the only thing you see is a dark mass jumping at you. It tackles you, slamming you to the ground with a loud growl that… You recognize?

You open your eyes to the mass hovering above you, panting up and down.

"Ambrose….?" You ask, baffled.

Hands on each side of your head, completely naked, tattoos you never knew about coursing his body, gleaming as blue as a clear day sky. His chest rises up and down heavily while he growls lowly, like a predator.

"Are you… Alright?" You ask, your mind blank. "What… Are you…?"

Did he just chase you all the way here? But why? Why did-

You can't ponder that thought any further as he grabs your negligee and tears it apart harshly, making you yelp in surprise and a bit of fear. He loses not a second and presses his mouth on your breast, suckling on your tit, lavishing and lapping at it voraciously. His second hand travels down your naked body south to cup your now exposed pussy. He traces it up and down with his finger, getting acquainted with your anatomy. Your hips buck at the sudden contact, but he holds you down under him, sliding his knee between your legs to keep them open.

You try to calm things down, trying to lift him off you, but he isn't budging an inch. He weighs you down, his tall body keeping you firmly in place. You whine a mewl when his fingers find your clit, and immediately go to work on it. He circles and taps it. He whips it and crosses it, playing with your little bundle of nerves easily.

Your years of sexless dating made you really, really sensitive. It has been a while since a man touched you. You touch yourself, obviously, but another person's touch is always so much more electrifying and powerful.

Especially when they know what they are doing. And Ambrose seems to know his stuff pretty well.

He twirls his tongue on your tit, lathering it in his drool with a long deep purr, flicking it with the dart of his flexible, wet limb.

"Ambrose…" You try to appeal to him.

But he seems so out of it, out of if his usual composed demeanor. He is drooling, growling, biting, feasting on you. You reopen your mouth to try again but he presses his lips on yours, silencing you in a greedy kiss and appetite you never knew of him. He pushes his tongue inside, meeting and hugging yours tightly, robbing you of all your air, exploring your warm cavern.

You mewl again when he twists your little clit, your core tightening with wave. He makes it roll between two fingers before slapping it harshly, tensing you up in surprise. You yap in the kiss, making him purr louder.

His tattoos burn bright, letting you appreciate his sculpted physique as they run along his carved muscles, from his neck to his chest, from his fingers to his shoulders, from his ribcage to his loin, even to the tip of his hard cock, leaking on your thighs. His tip, all swollen, is glowing blue, almost pure white, with his veins highlighted by the curves of the tattoos, letting you appreciate his full anatomy.

And oh boy… That will be something.

You shake when you feel his fingers leave your clit to your tight entrance, patting it with the pad of his finger, gathering your slick to lather the tight circle of flesh before pushing a knuckle in, making you tense up around him. He bites into your lower lip looking down at you like a predator would its prey. He grazes your gummy spot torturously slowly, caressing it lightly. Like a tease. Like pure torture.

You feel your cunt gaping around his digit as he plays with your nerve, rising the tide, worsening your wetness, making you leak on his hand and your butt. Your inner muscles are thick and swollen, ready for full penetration by your man, but he keeps toying with you in a excruciatingly vexing way.

You hiss when he pushes further, adding a second finger to scissor you wide and well. He explores your depths, no inner wall or sweet spot left unloved or untouched. Your skin heats up, sweat running across your flesh under his tireless body, your vagina spasming around the intruders, but not in a way to push them out.

In a way to pull them deeper.

Ambrose picks up on the hint immediately and starts fingering you nasty style. Here's the disrespect you were craving; he is giving you his all. He fingers you like he has wanted this for an eternity, the wet, lewd sounds of his fingers entering your leaking pussy and your indecent moans resonating in the silent night.

You never knew how loud stuffing a wet pussy could be until right now, and that you are surrounded by darkness and pure silence. It is intoxicating and heady. Your head spins all around as your Fae bites the crook of your neck, handling you as precisely and mercilessly as he plays chess.

"Louder…!" He growls, licking the bitten flesh.

"Wha-Ah!" You ask, getting cut off by the most indecent mewl you ever heard from yourself as he accelerates his fingering, forcing you to dig your nails in his shoulders.

You earn a grunt of pleasure from him, and in your frenzy, you can feel him trying to get his own action by humping his hard, heavy cock on your smooth thigh, smearing his precum on your soft skin, getting what he can here and there.

You manage to unhook one of your hands from his shoulder to try and grab his shaft and give him some love in return, but he just slaps your hand away with a warning growl.

"But…!"

He cuts you by claiming your mouth again, forcing your hand back on his shoulder, keeping his high pace, thrusting his fingers raw and rough inside of you.

"Let me handle that, Darling…!" He snarls in an unprecedented show of authority over you.

Your core tingles at his sultry, regal voice ordering you like that. That's pretty hot.

Goosebumps travel up your skin, your thighs shaking and trembling. He parts from you to grab your left thigh and force you to twist your hip so your legs are pressed together to the side, tightening your cunt, adding even more tension to your pleasure, the tides rising again. He angles his own hips to he can push his erection between your thighs, still fingering you hard, placing his thumb on your pearl to add to it all. He manipulates it easily like a joystick from one of those computer things, grazing and gliding across it.

You moan and mewl and gasp all around, all of that is too much for you. Your entire body convulse under that heat and your core contracting repeatedly around him as he thrust between your thighs. He pushes down your thighs with his large hand, both squeezing is cock between them, and assuring his clutch on you. Making sure you will not escape his grip any time soon.

Like you wanted to be anywhere else other than in his arms. Sure, this… hunt post-preliminaries is not the most orthodox courting method you are used to, but you'd be lying if that did not excite you a bit… Getting your heart pumping, your muscles tensed and hot, teasing your survival instincts.

All of it working their magics to heighten your sensations to sky-high levels.

And with a final push, a last glaze of your pearl, you come undone on his hand, the knot in your core snapping clean. You let out a cry, throwing your head back, toes curling as you squirt on him uncontrollably, your cunt gaping around his fingers

You gasp and pant, the warmth settling down in your muscles as your pussy stops spasming as he slows down his gestures to accompany you down your high.

You gulp, still twitching, your throat dry.

"I'm sorry for… All that…" You present your excuses, feeling your slick dripping out of your swollen pussy lips, trickling down freely. "I didn't know it was a… Thing."

He doesn't even bother responding, taking out his finger, earning an indignant moan out of you, leaving you furiously empty, and just sucks on his dripping finger. Looking straight into your eyes, daring you to say a thing to his face.

He makes a show out of cleaning his wet hand with satiated hisses, living no pearl of your essence to escape his greedy tongue. Just to prove his point, he laps some more at your sensitive cunt, giving a little flick at your thin-skinned bud with a dark chuckle and swallows it all with a pleased hum.

"Do. Not. Move." He orders with his deep musical voice again, ensuring your total obedience.

Your pussy clenches again at his order, craving more of his power on you, to make you totally subservient to his desires and fancies.

He pulls his heavy, leaking shaft out off your thighs and probes your tight entrance with his fat tip, guiding it across your entire slit to mix both your releases. He pushes his tip to your pussy, not to enter, but to add pressure. To tease you mercilessly.

"Please… I never had someone so big before." You admit to him, feeling heat explode on your face.

You guessed ages ago that Ambrose would be a handful to manage with his stature, but that big? Yeah, maybe it will be hard to work with.

"You'll take it. You'll take everything that I give, my love." He darkly purrs like a tiger, his blue tattoos shining brighter as if they knew what was about to come.

And before you can plead you case, he pushes in, keeping your thighs shut to keep you tight. Your cunt allows him passage, but it doesn't allow him to ram into you. He does not try to. He simply invades your secret temple slowly, to actually make sure your body won't try to keep him out as an instinctive response. He keeps pushing, entering deeper and deeper with his thick girth, splitting you in half, forcing an ungodly whimper out of you.

"This is music to my ears, Darling. Keep chanting for me." He says almost mockingly, his wings flapping hard behind him.

You feel your inner muscles, all thick and fluffy, parting to allow his mass inside, inch by inch. You look down in pure awe, your hips blocking your view, but you can clearly see a bulge slowly appearing, forcing its way in. That's a first for you; you curiously press your hand on it and a shiver of dark desires courses through your spine as you can feel it move under your palm.

"Wow." You can only let out, your brain too fucked out to think about any intelligent thing to say.

Ambrose doesn't seem to mind. He seems to enjoy your fucked up brain as is. Like it was his medal of honor, having you cum so hard your mind is just a blank slate for him to carve his fantasies into. What if he managed to give you his own kinks and deviances? Wouldn't that be fun?

It is to him. Very much so.

You take a deep breath, trying to ease your muscles when finally you feel him poke at your cervix. He closes his shiny eyes with a deep huff, like he was taking it all in too, his wings freezing with sheer tension.

You. Around him. Choking him.

At last.

You gulp. You're so stuffed! How is that possible to be so filled by a man? He feels so heavy inside of you.

"Ready?" He asks, opening his honey eyes, staring at you so intently it makes you feel like you were spotted with your hand in the cookie jar.

"I don't… Know?" And you're not lying.

Are you ready to take him moving? Is it even possible?

He grins meanly at you, satisfied, and slides out, leaving only his tip.

And thrusts back in in one swift movement. He knocks the air out of your lungs.

You dig your nails in the dirt, grinding your teeth as he starts rutting into you at a high pace. How your pussy allows him such rhythm is beyond you, but it does. It parts open to allow him deep inside, stretched to its maximum. A mere inch longer and he would have teared you apart. You writhe as he hits your cervix repeatedly.

"So tight, Darling." He taunts you with his lopsided tight grin.

On your hand, you can't do much but just take it. Take what he is willing to offer. And that is a feat! His measurements are not for the mere woman like you. Each thrust ends in a freezing shock coursing through all your nerves, immobilizing your limbs.

You cannot move a single muscle to save your life while he disrespects you at last. With a hum, he grabs under your hips to tilt them up, sliding his leg under yours for support, while your highest leg almost ends up on his shoulder. You mewl as this increases the forces on your core and it allows him to hit at a new angle, easing the bumps to your cervix.

You try to hold back your moans, annoying Ambrose slightly as he slaps your ass cheek with a disapproving grunt.

"What did I say earlier, Woman?" He rasps.

"So… Sorry." You manage to speak out between mewls.

"I should not have to repeat myself, (Y/n)." He tells you know, lowly in a murmur, sending shivers down your spine, "This is too important to mess with, Darling." He rises proudly to look down at you with his amber orbs.

He keeps drilling down into you with this new angle, fucking you like a jackhammer, the wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh too loud and overpowering. Some minutes ago, your nose was filled with the fresh air of the damp forest, now it is filled with the smell of sex, Ambrose's intoxicating musk, and your sweat. This is dangerously intoxicating.

He plunges deep into you, massaging your inside so roughly like he tries to carve you out for his measurements, so any other man would feel disappointing to you. So you can come demanding affection from him and him only.

You whine, feeling the fire in your core growing, and like lava being poured into your veins.

"You strangle the life out of me, Darling!" He praises you lowly, kissing your shoulder so tenderly it gives you whiplash.

How can he kiss so sweetly when he fucks so hard?

How a man so reverent can screw like a bull in rut and not 'make love'?

The duality of man, you figure.

Or of your Fae, more precisely.

He changes position again, sliding out to lay behind your back, forcing you on your side, lifting your thigh high to slide back in, giving him access to you neck that he hurriedly nips at, leaving his love mark on your sensitive skin while you beg for him to at least slow down.

To at least leave you time to catch your breath.

But he is not an endlessly merciful man. At some point, he'll take what rightfully belongs to him, and you just have to endure it.

Endure him.

You're not out of it yet.

He slides his arm under your ribcage to grope your bobbing breast and toy with it again. His mouth travels up your neck to your jaw, giving it a light kiss.

"Turn to me, seductress." He demands.

You brace yourself to meet his eyes again and turn to face him. His eyes are fixed with clear intent, but feverish, in the throws of pleasure. Letting you know that he craved it for as long as you did.

As much as you did. If not more.

He captures your mouth again, claiming your breath and sanity. Again, it is infinitely softer than whatever is happening south. He digs his nails into your thigh, keeping you firmly in his iron grip, kneading your breast like a stress ball.

"Woman…" He hisses, "You drive me insane." He reveals dangerously, "Spinning my head around like that. You are a threat."

"Wha-what should I call y… You, then?"You retort, each thrust cutting you short.

"You call me 'yours' and we are even, Darling." He lets you know, deepening the kiss, "Go on…"

"What?" You try to breathe in this madness.

"Call me yours. Go on, Darling. I am all ears." He whispers like an Incubus in the shell of your ear, making you whimper.

"I…" You gulp, trying to get a hold of yourself, "I love you, my Love..."

He purrs, greatly pleased.

"Mein Fae. Mein mann." You try his mother language.

Even if your accent is horrendous and your pronunciation is terrible, he takes it close to his heart, nudging his head into the crook of your neck like a kitten, nuzzling against you, while he keeps ravaging you like he was using a fleshlight.

Fuckin'… You are exhausted, while he doesn't seem that out of breath yet. How are you going to manage that?

You bit off more than you could chew and now its a problem.

He keeps hitting hard and true at each sweet spot a woman has to drive her up the walls, working you open so mundanely it is… Disrespectful. Again.

You manage to giggle at your silliness. You wanted it, you have it. Now deal with it. Deal with your husband who rocks you like a sex fiend. Isn't it all woman's dream, after all?

To have a God in bed?

You lay your head on the ground, letting him pursue his never ending assault on your poor flesh, burying himself into you. Drooling on yourself, your clit throbs, and your cunt palpitates, fluttering around his erection.

Each breath burns your lungs and your body is flaming, drenched in sweat, goosebumps all over and your core pulsing around him.

"I can feel your heartbeat through my tip, Darling. It is delectably…" He hesitates.

"…Lewd?" You ask with a breathless voice.

"Indeed. Lewd." He lets it roll on his velvet tongue, "I feel you close, do not faint on me now." He orders again, "Come and give me a child, Darling."

Your pussy is convulsing around his shaft, the well known warmth of an orgasm starting to wash over you, like a tsunami looming over you. His thrusts are now erratic and his hips seem to jolt, close to his own release too.

And with a few final pumps, pushing you into an infernal crescendo, he buries himself to the hilt and propels you both beyond the arcanas of pleasure. You scream his name into the confidence of the forest, your back arching against his wide chest, as your eyes are blinded by fireworks.

The tsunami reaches the shore like galloping horses, ravaging everything in its wake, drowning you into dark abyss where you are embraced by flaming hot darkness. Only the hug of your husband allows you to keep sane in this madness.

His hips jerk and he unloads inside of you, painting your cunt in white, spilling his creamy seed deep into your core. You feel your pussy undulating around him like a dance, kneading and milking his cock dry of every drop, just to greedily swallow it all.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck to silence his long growls of pleasure, teeth clenched shut, his grip tightening around you as his tattoos turned pure white. You feel him quivering inside of you lazily, finishing to spill his semen as he sucks in a sharp breath.

Your body finishes convulsing before going limp in his arms, slouching on the dirty ground, while you gasp for air.

You both remain still and silent, catching your breath, hugging tight.

"Oh my God…" You pant, "It's over…"

"Is it?" He asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

You frown and realize that… He didn't go soft inside of you. He still feels rock hard and tense, ready to pounce again.

"I, uh… Just let me catch my breath, I beg of you…" You almost lament.

He presses himself tight to your back, wrapping both his arms around you with a light purr.

"I can do it gently, you will barely notice it." He kisses the back of your neck, licking the salt off your sweaty skin.

"If I can sleep then… Do whatever you want…" You allow him.

"You make dangerous promises, Darling. You do not know what I truly crave." He chuckles darkly.

"I just had a good sample…" and you close your eyes.

Letting Darkness take you.

You open your eyes, feeling things prickling your skin.

You wake up in the forest… Naked.

You gasp, jumping up into a sitting position, when you hear ruffling next to you.

Ambrose is sleeping peacefully, as naked as you are, an arm lazily wrapped around your waist, everything returning to you like a punch in the face!

Did you have sex in the middle of the forest? Like Animals in rut? Oh, dear God…

"Morning, Love…" He opens his honey eyes to look at you amorously.

"Hi, Ambrose…" You gulp, still a bit embarrassed by your past actions.

Jesus, did he corrupt you so easily that you are now fucking in the open like beasts? This early in the marriage? Your mother told you it took decades of boredom to get to just a pair of handcuffs to spice things up, and you…

He growls, forcing you back down into his arms, your face pressed into his pec.

"I call you Love and you say my name. You are heartless, woman." He groans, nuzzling against you.

You snort.

"Sorry, my Darling," You try again, "Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderfully well! I had so much magical energy pent up for that night, it was unbearable to just being near you without claiming you like a bull."

"About that, my groin is super sore, mister 'not like a bull'." You pinch his cheek with false annoyance.

"Mmmmmh, compliment me again, Love."

This time you burst out laughing, and he happily joins you.

"Maybe we should return to the villa and put on some clothes?" You propose looking up at his profile.

"What about staying naked for the rest of the Honeymoon?" He proposes very seriously.

"Darling." You retort, half amused, half shocked.

"What? You intend to lose a lot more of negligee like that?"

"Buffoon."

"Your buffoon, now." he purrs.

"I never knew you had tattoos." You note, drawing the blue curves with a wandering finger.

"And now you have one too." He lazily says like he was returning to sleep, all cozy in the dirt.

"…What?"

You look down and…!

White curves, like growing poison ivy vines twirling on your Venus mound, drawing a delicate pattern on your skin.

"B-But…?!'

'It's perfectly normal, Love. I hope you like it, it is forever…"

"I am very pleased by our recent engagement. You please me greatly."

"…Thank you."

"And what a charming abode you live in. I can already see our children frolicking here, our sons learning war and our daughters learning how to sew. A group of bards just here, to soothe the mood of hot afternoons. This would be a perfect hunting lodge for me and me boys!"

You simply gulp. The idea of your secret nest getting defiled by that man and his passion for killing poor creatures is devastating to you. This is your refuge, your intimate cocoon offered by your parents, and he already claims on it like you are already married.

"You shall give me plenty of boys, ready for battle and audacious! But only 1 or 2 girls, for I want not to ruin my fortune on useless lives, we all know how profligate females are! I'd rather buy a full armor to mine boy than an nth dress to thine girl."

"… I see."

"We should build an extra aisle just here!" He explains his grand plan for your house, "There I should receive my mistresses in peace. you should be friend with them, they could teach you how to please your man in bed. I want a virgin, but not a prude!" And he explodes laughing raucously.

It hurts your ears. You pretend to readjust your barbet to wipe off a tear. He lets go of your arm and walk further, explaining in details what he intends to destroy and remodel to his desires. You turn your head to the ocean with a terrible longing, and approach the stone wall, taking support on it to admire the setting sun far away.

And your heart sighs.

It sighs for the touch of your bel-ami, for that mysterious aquatic Prince who promised you the moon and the stars. You remember your childhood memories with him, swimming in secret when your chaperone thought you were sleeping. You'd have never learn how to swim if it was not for your ami. None of your entourage even knew you could swim. This is too unladylike, according to them.

You gulp, eyes fixed on the peaceful waves under you, at the feet of the cliff. If only he was here… To capture you and bring you in his castle of sea pearls, like one of those scandalous little books your friends helped you get, giggling in secret. Your parents would disavow you and your chaperone would swoon learning that you were not pure anymore.

That you were touched by a man before your marriage.

By a MerPrince…

But thus be such a shame? Such infamy to learn the language of love in the arms of a trusted friend? It felt right on the moment, like it was the natural flow of your flesh to meet his at last. But thus be your wicked female flesh talking. Your weak and corruptible woman mind. You should not have give in to the throws of passion and kept yourself pure, your flower intact for your husband.

But to think that this… Brute could have been your first and only? It sickens you, makes you feel weak and ready to swoon.

This is the true ignominy. That… Man. That Lord, who talks like he already owns all of you, down to the thinnest of hair. This makes you want to puke.

But you are only but a woman. What can you truly do?

You should have join a group of Beguines in the North and left this life behind.

But how could you?

Abandon your Bel-ami like that? His absence would be torture! You want to see him and listen to his laugh everyday, or life is just not worth living. This Lord may be your future husband but he'll never be your friend! This place in your heart is filled by only one being, and sea and earth separate you most for most of the year…

"Mine Lady! You should listen to me!" The Lord suddenly barks behind your back.

"I am sorry, my Lord." You spun toward him, modestly approaching.

"A good woman listens to her man in all matters of thing!"

"I… Yes, me Lord. I was just overflowed by that feeling of nostalgia, being here."

"Nostalgia? You use such big words."

"I have pleasant memories here, and I miss a dear friend of mine…"

"You should forget them. They belong to your former life, now only me and our future children should matter."

You feel your throat drying out, and your dig your nails in the fabric of your Houppelande.

"You should not make such a grave face, mine Lady. You art to be wedded to me. Rejoice!" He laughs again, pressing you against him, making you shiver. You jump when you feel his hand grab your buttocks and you hurry out of his embrace.

"Milord!" You protest.

"What? This is mine, I shall grope it when I wish it." He frowns at you.

You gasp, afraid to have angered him and what he could do.

"I… I am sorry, my Lord, my menses mess with my spirit."

"Your…?" He spits on the ground, "You shall not speak to me about your bloody business. This is repugnant."

"Yes, milord

"And be sure for it to be done on the wedding night. I do not want to deal with a woman's attitude."

"… Yes, milord."

"Come, come! I have great projects for this place!"

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Silently, he observes.

Only his eyes are visible above the surface, but he sees like a hawk, and have no difficulties recognizing you up there, in that stone house of yours.

With that man…

That fiance.

He feels his gills opening wide under water with ire. His entire body tensing and ready to pounce. If he could crawl on the surface, climb up there, where you are, he would kill that man.

That impudent who laid claim on his mate.

His female.

His woman.

His betrothed.

His other-half.

You.

"What do you intend to do, little brother?" A gentle voice rises behind him.

"Save her, obviously."

"How?"

"I'll find a way." He growls lowly, before turning to his sister, "Tell me, how would you react if mother and father chose you a mate?" He asks, hissing at the news he received earlier in the morning.

"I'd kill him."

Simple and straight to the point.

"Why doesn't she do the same?" He wonders, his gaze returning on you, so far away.

"I do not know. Maybe she is just weak?"

He snaps his head, baring his fangs at her with a warning growl.

She just explode laughing.

"I see you are truly bitten, brother. This is terribly entertaining to see. I will not prevent your plans for her." She tells him before spinning away, "But do not expect any of us to help your… Deviancy…" And she dives under water.

Leaving him alone under the setting sun.

He sighs, his heart longing for you, his eyes crying for your sight, his ears ringing for your delicate voice. He extends his webbed hand toward your figure, out of reach, and holds his palm open, like you were standing on it and he could pull you to him to kiss and cherish.

Tinglings in the back if his neck remember him that the spell will return tonight, for some hours. Just a fleeting moment to live his truth with you… Jus mere moment of true happiness, instantly teared off his grip when morning comes

How is mind aches for yours

How is body itches for your hugs.

How is soul craves you as a its mate.

His precious Lady from the surface.

His earthling fated.

Why must you be away most of the year, just to return with a filthy pig sniffing at your skirts?

Why stab him in the heart like that?

Didn't you accept him as your mate, too?

Did you not open your soul up to him and learned love and passion together?

His human.

His Lady.

His heart.

His pearl.

He shall come back.

He shall return and ensure his grip on you. Making sure the rest of the earthlings know you are bound to a MerPrince.

But he needs something first.

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You sigh, combing your hair at your dressing table, your barbet and filet tossed aside, in your simple tunic, away from any indiscreet male gazes.

"You do not appear happy, milady." Your chaperone says, preparing your next day dress and clothes.

"Do I, now?"

"You are to be wed soon. you should be happy. you aren't a child anymore."

"This is as you said. I am to be wedded." You admit, "Wedded to a stranger I know not and am expected to love like we were wedded ages ago."

"Thus is our fates as women. You'll get you use to it, milady. We all do."

"Do we? I thought cyanide and poisons were the Ladies companions of choice?"

"Milady!" She berates you, "You should stop with your attitude. The Lord is a powerful and good man, this is a blessing for you and you should be thankful to your parents to have found you such a good match."

You sigh once more, resting your comb on your dressing table, choosing to take refuge in silence.

"I remembered you more docile before, my Lady! Do not spoil that chance for yourself, or you will come to regret it!" She fustigates you before calming down, placing herself behind you to look at you through the mirror, "We wouldn't want that beauty withering, now won't we?"

You fidget your fingers in the linen of your dress, your gaze traveling to the side where the bouquet of exotic roses rests, gulping.

"Come on, my Lady, go to sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow already."

"Alright…"

She tidies your dressing table and helps you get rid off your tunic, to leave you in your cotton chemise and blows on the candles.

"Sweet dreams, my Lady." She whispers as you lay your head on your pillow.

And she closes the door.

You immediately rise in a sitting position, listening to the steps walking away.

Once you can only hear your beating heart in your ears, you jump on your feet and rush to the balcony. You push the oriental wooden separator and rush under the moon's light with a small mirror. You bend over the stoned barrier to look down with a beating heart.

But you see nothing but rocks and a precipice.

You take you small mirror and orientate it under the moonlight, creating a reflection in the dead of night. You hold it up high for the light to cross far and keep the pose.

After 5 minutes, when your arm is screaming in pain, you lower it down.

You've passed your message. Now to wait…

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You smell salt.

And let out a sigh, feeling a tender touch on your cheek.

"Wake up, mine amira…" A rich and suave voice sussures at the curve of your ear.

You open your eyes in a jolt. You fell asleep on our cushioned longe chair on your balcony, awaiting for your Bel-ami. You turn your head, discovering him sitting at the edge, looking at you covetously with his signature grin.

His long black hair frame his blueish skin, his green eyes shimmer discreetly, in his birth day suit, letting you appreciate his musculature like he was carved from marble by God Himself.

"Mine amira." He grins, kissing your hand delicately, the tip of his fangs brushing your thin skin, "I came as soon as I could."

"Naked?" You taunt.

"I am always like that underwater. This is you, with your garments and clothes who are backward."

You squint at each other before chuckling together lowly.

"Maybe." You admit, "But it is sometimes appreciable to have a layer on my skin. It is protecting."

"From his eyes?"

Ah… Straight to the point.

You sigh.

"Yes." You lower your gaze.

"Why don't you get rid of him, mine amira?" He demands, gently gripping your arm, "A blade at the throat and it is over."

"Oh no. It won't. A man like him does not simply die in anonymity, there will be trials and investigations. This would be the end of my own life…"

"Then I shall do it myself. If it's a blade the problem, I'll use my fangs and claws." And he stands up, heading straight toward your door.

"No!" You shout, jumping on your feet to rush after him.

You throw yourself at him, hugging him from behind to stop him, trying to hold him back.

"No, don't… Please…"

"Are you protecting him, or…?" He inquires coldly.

"Us. I am protecting us."

A clawed hand comes covering yourself tenderly, detaching you from him as he spins toward you.

"Amira… My (Y/n). I only want your happiness."

"I know, my friend, I know." You sigh with defeat, "But my means are limited here."

"I remembered you more carefree. More free spirited. Now you are stuck in a golden cage."

"We were young back then. Now we are adults. I have duties toward my family."

He keeps silent but his claws sharpen at your words.

Duties to your family, heh? And what about your duties to him? To your Mate?

Do not think you can escape those responsibilities toward him. You offered yourself to him, willingly. You opened to him the gates of your soul and let him bask in your light, and that you can never take back.

You are his.

His beloved.

His for all eternity, until the sea disintegrated your bones to sand.

And he cannot afford to have you forget it.

"And now, I-" You are silenced by a kiss, his mouth crashing on yours.

You yelp in surprise, but he doesn't release you, his hand gripping a fistful of hair to keep your head in place. His tongue rushes inside your mouth to meet and hug yours, groaning in the kiss loudly.

He advances with you in his arms, lifting you up easily until he has you pressed against the stoned column, placing his other hand under your buttock to hold you in place.

You wrap your legs around his waist to not fall, earning a pleased purr from your Bel ami as you inadvertently squeeze him tight.

He finally lets go of your mouth to allow you to breath, biting your lower lip.

"I remember this look on your face better, amira" He taunts you with a devastating grin, "Panting, disheveled, lips swollen…"

"You are a demon coming to tempt me." You curse him under your breath, "What can I really do against you?"

"Nothing. You just have to enjoy me and what I want to offer you again, like we already did so many times before…" His voice drops low, diving his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent, brushing his lips along your neck to your jaw, "Do not tell me you forgot my embrace and what we shared."

"No… No I didn't…" You pant heavily, the sneaky memories of his touch on your naked skin resurfacing, "It's him I'd love to forgot."

"I can help with that, mine amira." He grabs your buttocks with both hands and parts from the column, heading to the bed.

He throws you on the mattress with a dark chuckle, following you on all four, rolling his muscular shoulders, his emeralds glowing in the shadows of your bedroom, the naked light of the moon illuminating your balcony behind him, giving him a light halo on his black hair.

You crawl back from him by instincts as you see his white sharp teeth shining obsessively. He follows happily with a growl until he has you cornered against the head of the bed. He grips your waist and pulls, forcing you under him where he can loom over you like a storm cloud.

"This is your place, mine amira. Flustered under me, ready for the harvest."

"Stop saying such things, you… Idiot fish." You gulp, feeling your cheeks burning with fire.

"I am only stating the truth, feel free to prove me wrong, my (Y/n)." He lowers himself to pepper kisses on your collar bone, revealed by your treacherous chemise, his hand cupping under your thigh, brushing its way up your body.

He pushes your chemise out of his way to reveal your vulnerable pussy while he attacks your collarbone and neck, biting here and there, nibbling the skin between his teeth.

You moan and mewl, feeling your thighs quake as he parts them open to lie between them. His cock is not out of its pouch yet, but you can feel it secreting the first fluids of lust, preparing for its opening.

"So? I do not see you try to escape or deny my words, little human." He sniggers, eyes on your flustered face, "Am I to understand I was correct?"

"Si… Silence you!" You yap as he bites your tit over the fabric, "I… I am…"

"Yes. Resist and see how far we can push this little game. Desert me and see how quick I'll hunt you down on land or sea."

He suddenly grabs your chemise and tears it apart, revealing your naked body to his ravenous eyes, your breast rising up and down as you breath, your exposed tummy, your delectable Venus Mound, and your prized pussy.

The object of all his darkest obsession, of his craziest fantasies, of his most profound deviancy.

How not to drop on his knees and thanks Poseidon for giving him life and eyes to appreciate and cherish this masterpiece of Aphrodite?

How not to revere your body and all its promises?

His human.

His naughty little secret.

"Hey!" You protest.

You look up at him frowning, hovering over you with his tall stature, his chest rising high and low, his eyes taking in all that you display, a perverted smirk on his handsome face.

"I cannot resist you anymore, mine amira. I must have you or I will lose my mind…" He pants like a carnivore having cornered a prey, drooling in anticipation.

"Don't destroy my garments like that, you silly fish!" You berates him lowly, "I can't afford to roam free naked like you."

He raises an eyebrow at you with an amused expression.

"Oh? I'm sure he'd love that, though."

"I care not what he loves."

"Do you care what I love, then?"

You open your mouth to protest before closing in clear frustration and embarrassment.

Busted.

His smiles widens.

"Good."

He lowers himself to press his mouth to your tit, lapping at it voraciously. He circles and glides across the nipple with the flat of his tongue, appreciating how it perks up and swolls in his mouth while he kneads the other, rolling the nipple with his thumb.

Your hands find his hair and shoulder blade, grabbing a fistful and digging your nails into the flesh. He growls in the pain, melting in pleasure in his nerves. He leaves a fat kiss on your nipple and gets at the other, offering the same treatment.

You gasp and gulp, your heart sprinting while your skin is covered in goosebumps.

He hums as he suckles your bosom, drool rolling down your hill of flesh, eating you messily with great enthusiasm.

"You're… making a mess…" You complain as you try to breathe.

"I love a mess." He retorts, biting to get a rise out of you.

He earns yelp and you a genuine chuckle.

"I missed you, my precious Lady."

And he intends to keep you.

If he has to drag you down the Ocean to have you, he will.

But if he can have you make that jump yourself…

He internally grins, kissing your two breasts before siting on his ankle, his hand traveling south down his abs until…

You feel the fire of your cheeks worsening as his cock is now out and proud, standing to attention and leaking profusely at the tip.

"Missed this?" He asks cockily.

You tsk and throw a pillow at his face, making him laugh. He plops your buttocks on his lap, thigh wide open, pussy exposed, and he presses his girth on it. He adjusts your pair of hips to get comfortable and starts a back and forth between your folds.

You exhale with difficulty as his ridged cock brush your little clit across its entire length and each little nook sends a delicious jolt trough your little bud. This is pure torture, each little graze tenses your core, fluttering around the void.

This is torture.

Delicious torture.

A succulent torment.

A lustrous harassment.

He bucks his hips, his erection comfortable between your folds, smearing your dew and his pre-cum all over his girth and your pussy lips.

"This room smells of your scent and pheromones… I am ravenous!" He praises, his cheeks turning purple as he toys with both your bodies.

He goes slow, letting you appreciate his textures and measurements, feeling him getting even harder and heavier against your sensitive pussy.

"You are getting wetter, mine amira." He notes playfully, looking down at you with a smirk, "Glad to know I still have an effect on you after all this time."

"Si… Silence!" You protest, flustered and embarrassed. "Stop playing…!'

Is it your fault if your body craves this merman? If it prevents you to sleep all night with a relentless fire in your core demanding to be extinguished by one person? If your flesh knows no rest until you are in his embrace?

So far away are your innocent games of your childhood.

Now you play adults game, getting defiled and corrupted by that otherworldly man, forsaking your innocence and purity, despite all the risks for your future.

But he invades your head so easily, this is maddening…

You can' think about no one else but your Bel-ami.

"Impatient? I recognize you there, my sweet Lady. Always ordering me my around like a servant." He sniggers, "Yet I am a Prince. You're not scared of anything, this is entertaining."

"Please… Stop playing with me! I… I can't wait…!" You bite your finger, going crazy with his tip poking your pearl at each bach and forth.

He chuckles.

"Anything for you, my Lady."

And everything of you for him.

He slides out from between your legs, and invite you to turns. You obey lazily, your movements hindered by the fire in your cunts and lower muscles. Once an all four, he grabs your buttocks to knead them well while he hums his appreciation for your human curves. He teasingly slaps one cheek, making you yelp in protest.

You feel him slide back between your thighs, his tip poking at your wet entrance several times, before gently pushing it in.

It… misses something, no?

"Where is your….? Ah… Yes…" Your remember, disappointed.

He bursts out laughing.

"I am sorry my Lady, I know you love me taking you by both entrances, but this human body is… Deficient in this regard."

You gulp, heat on your cheeks. You really walked into that one, didn't you?

"What would he think if he knew is precious fiancee loves to be visited by behind? By a merman, no less?"

"Do not mock me!" You protest, your face so hot you sweat, "It's your fault, you got me used to it."

"Oh? I remember you asking for it when you discovered my anatomy."

"Shush! These are mere details!" You shut him up, deeply embarrassed.

What's the matter? Can't a woman be greedy too? Isn't it in your nature to always crave more?

He finishes laughing as he keeps pushing in, splitting you in two. You feel your inner muscles stretching to let him pass, extending around his mass, filling you up.

"So tight…!" He grunts, like he was choked by your cunt, "Whole for me…!"

You bite into your pillow as he pushes further and further, making you discover depths you never knew you had. He nudges himself in comfortably, purring lowly, like your cunt was a fluffy sheath for his shaft, all cozy and warm for him.

"Mmmmh, the only thing I dislike about that position is not seeing the bulge." He growls, "But what a view of your rear, my Lady."

"S-Shut up!"

"Mmmmh, no. I won't stop praising you, even if it makes you uncomfortable, mine amira. You should learn the humility of receiving praises and compliments."

"Get to it, instead of mumbling stupidities…!" You bite back, tired of his teasing and jabs.

"I see how it is. As you wish…"

He slips out, leaving only his fat tip, and plunges back in with a energy, punching all the air out of your lungs. You gasp, face into the pillow, your arse high up in the air, as he holds firmly by the hips, his claws slightly digging into your meat.

You'll have cicatrix, for sure. Oh well…

He pounds into you with abandon, thrusting with force, hitting right and true into your dripping cunt. He brushes all the inner spots, making you cream more on his erection, your walls dancing around his cock, accomodating his size the best your body can.

You lose your breath rapidly, goosebumps all around your skin, sweat soiling your sheet.

Your Bel-ami smells like salt and musk, spinning your head so deliciously.

He grunts and sniggers, pleased by you.

"You swallow me so well, my Lady. Still as insatiable as usual, I see."

You don't bother responding, preferring to focus on the pleasure he is giving you. He assaults your poor cunt hard and and quick, leaving you no time to catch your breathe. You can only take it like and endure the bliss he offers.

You mewl when he slaps your arse again. You love when he does that, the sharp and short pain heightening the thrill.

This is all so, so obscene.

Pre-marital sex? With a Merman? While your fiance is only some doors away from you?

Scandalous.

And delicious.

You live for that high and danger.

He slams your hips against his, pounding you like an animal in rut. Your pussylips are so sore to be smacked against his hard lower stomach, like that.

He rolls and undulates his pelvis into yours expertly, reminding you why you chose him and no human man. What kind of human male could satisfy his woman like that? If you go by the couples in your life, none.

Yet you found one. The one.

Your Bel-ami.

Your long haired MerPrince.

Your beloved.

You pant, exhausted. Your frail body isn't meant for such exercises, yet you crave it like you crave air. You want your Bel-ami to carve your insides to his measures, so your fiance can never be satisfied.

The rhythm is merciless, and the sound a bit too loud to really be discreet, but everyone must be deeply asleep, never suspecting that their sweet Lady is getting worked up like a bitch in heat by a mere-folk.

And worse.

That you are enjoying it!

What kind of respectable woman enjoys her marital duties? None, if you go by you mom and chaperone's lessons. A good woman welcomes her man and endures the night to give him an heir. Once she gave him a son, she is relieved of her womanly duties and can finally enjoys some freedom.

Yet here you are. Ass in the air, begging for more.

You never claimed to be respectable, either way.

"Ha-Harder…!" You order, drooling on your pillow, "More…!"

"Greedy woman. You will kill me to satisfy your desires! I like that in a woman…!" He audibly smiles, his tone dark and pleased.

He slides a hand under your stomach to caress your little pearl, making you tense all around him at the sudden caresses. He hips jolt, having clearly felt it around him.

"You strangle me well, mine amira… You choke the life out of me!"

You dig your nails in your pillow, biting down the fabric, trying to stay silent, but its just so hard when a merman ruts into you with such enthusiasm.

"Do not forget we are on enemies' territory, my Lady. You wouldn't want for them to catch us in this predicament, would you?" And he twists your bud at his words, making you mewl louder.

Mmmh, would you?

Sometimes you wished they would bust you together… Either they separate you definitely, or they repudiate you altogether and you can freely join your Bel-ami.

You'd like for the choice to be made for you… All or nothing.

You roll your hips as he whips your little clit with the pad of his fingers nice and quick, rocking his hips into yours.

Your walls flutter, the ache in your core growing as it is fed, demanding for your release at long last. Your muscles tighten hard around him, gripping him like it tries to keep him inside.

It's so hot and sweaty in here, how will you be able to justify it to your chaperone tomorrow morning?

For now, you don't care. You only care about your approaching orgasm.

You feel your essence rolling down your and his thighs, making the most obscene, yet tantalizing wet sounds you've ever heard.

He rolls and twits your rosebud, taps and whips it, circles and flicks it, driving you up the walls, your body clenching hard as you whine.

The tsunami of your orgasm approaches quickly, like galloping horses, looming over you like a threat, darkening your view, up until…

The knot in your cunt snaps clean, and the tsunamy reaches the shore, devastating everything on its wake, drowning you in heat and bliss.

Your force your face into the pillow to silence your scream of pleasure, your entire body tensing as you squirt on his big cock, your toes curling and your eyes getting blinded by white fireworks, burning your retinas.

He rasps, taken by surprise, and his pace gets erratic, his hips faltering. He trusts into you a little more, before burruing himself to the hilt and spill it all inside of you, flooding you with his whit cum like a decadent cream puff, as your cunt milks him for all his worth, swallowing all his semen greedily.

Your entire body, holding on by sheer madness, relaxes suddenly and you fall on top of the matress, slipping off him, making you grunt at the horrendous feeling of emptiness inside of you.

Your body spams as your orgasm slowly washes off you, still victim of aftershocks, your nerves raw and on fire.

He looms over you on all four, panting loudly.

You catch your breath, relieved that it is over a bit.

Just a bit.

"Another round, mine amira? We should make the most of the little time we have."

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He smiles silently, admiring you snoring peacefully.

Exhausted, but satisfied, your face relaxed and happy.

This is the face you should have all the time, thanks to him. Not getting dark and sad because of another man…

But if he did his job correctly tonight, that problem will be taken care of itself soon enough.

You did an impressive amount of round for your fragile human body, but he always you know voracious and unashamed like that. He kept going for more when you fell asleep, just for good measure.

His cum oozes of your swollen pussy, and you are visibly thicker around the waist. This is almost comical to see.

But he doesn't want to laugh. Now is not the time for frivolous activities.

He came here with one precise objective, and now he only has minutes left with you. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear with a tender smile and he sits down, popping his spine with a sigh of relief.

He returns to the balcony to retrieve a flask he hid here, behind a stone column and approach your desk for some paper.

'For a quick escape, mine amira. My Palace is your home forever.'

He leaves the bottle and the note on your bed table before looking at you with longing.

His sweetheart.

Soon, you will be together forever…

He kisses your soft cheeks with a longing ache in his heart, and stands up as the first sun rays peak on your balcony. He caresses your cheek with his knuckles with infinite precautions before walking away.

He hops on the barrier with flexibility and observes the sun getting born from the other side of the Ocean…

He takes a big breath, appreciating the heat on his human skin…

And jumps in the void, plunging into the Ocean far, far below, the wind screaming in is ears.

See you soon, amira.

See you very soon…

This is something you cannot contain anymore. This ever pent up lust, eating at your core and insides, this never dying fire sending you aflame, your skin now reddish scorching to the touch.

This is devouring you alive.

This craving of sex and passion.

Of a shaft between your thighs.

And you knew one who would give it all to stay between your legs just a second more.

"Take all that you wan of me, (Y/n)… Use my body as you wish…!" He pants and begs, silver eyes rolling down his head, his blond mane spread around him like flower petals.

It is a real sight to see.

Aodh the Proud, on his knees, almost agonizing for your touch, pleading for more of your wet warmth.

"I intend to, little Prince." You smile you new fangs at him, letting a regal laugh escape you.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… It feels good.

You feel alive.

Burning but alive.

"Don't waste a drop,l-love…!" He orders in his bliss, gasping for air, his back arching deliciously.

"Do no command me, elf. I am the one in charge in this Bedroom." You hiss at him; baring your teeth angry for fresh flesh.

"Yes…! Yes…!" He answers, lost in his sensation, "Your pussy is so warm… I feel myself slipping in…"

You slam your hips harshly against, riding him to ecstasy, silently telling him that he may be a Prince, but you are the Queen in the sheets.

He may preside his lil' elves all he wants, between those walls he answers to you.

You descend upon him one last time and he spills himself in you, begging for you mercy, at the end of his wits.

You purr feeling his creamy seed spreading again inside your cunt, harvesting his essence for your sustenance.

'"Again, little Prince?" You purr, pressing you to him, your tail wiping the air, snaking around his calf.

He doesn't responds.

You poke his cheek one, two, three times…

He fainted. Exhausted.

Oh well…

You remember his cute twin. Different auras, different tastes.

You are also hungry for cute souls. Maybe you'll pay him a visit.

Surely even…

he's feeling cutesy🎀

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang prides himself in being a monk. He was vegan, practiced non-attachment, compassion, and a pacifist. He was always patient, kind, and everyone felt safe around him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe world around him celebrated for another year in finally restoring peace and balance to the world. They celebrated around him like he was the symbol of peace—balance even—and unwavering goodness. And believe me, he is.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut that’s the problem. People only saw the version of him that saved them—that saved the world.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThey didn’t see what it cost to hold that kind of power so carefully. To choose and pick over and over again—to be compassionate—to be a leader that everyone needed and wanted.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut you—the one who stood so beautifully under the Harmony Festival's glow—saw right through him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou held him in his arms just when he was about to break. You reached out to him when he lost control of his Avatar state. You who’d seen how tired he was in the middle of all this chaos and still manages to be a kind hearted man.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou hated that—not really—but more like disliked how he puts himself aside.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJust like now, he stood in the middle of the festival, greeting people like they were old friends. He looked so warm and open but he looked too composed for your liking.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou’ve seen Aang lose his patience once and that was the time he lost Appa in the desert. It was a rough moment because at some points, he left you and the group alone to search for his beloved bison. But that didn’t stop you from teasing him for it after.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Hey Aang, how come you’re so patient with me?” You asked him the night when you reached Ba Sing Se as he helped you comb your hair. He hummed as he shrugged, though still sensitive, held more control when he’s talking to you and only to you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I just love you too much.” He replied with that bright smile that you love dearly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut now as you stared at him laughing like nothing could truly ever get under his skin after that incident, you decided you were going to be a problem tonight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe plan was simple—talk to someone easy to get, laugh alongside them, and hopefully—hopefully—Aang notices and that calm, happy composure he held dearly will break.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou stand close to a dinner bar, smiling so brightly at the man who stood behind the table who gawked at your presence.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNow you weren’t as powerful as your boyfriend or friends, but you were an earth bender that used earth bending in a different way. A way that you used your own bending as a weapon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Can I have a beer please?” You asked the man who stood behind it, tilting your head as you smiled as you watched the man fumble with his words and poured you a beer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomeone sat beside you, deliberate—hinting at something—as he slid his money to pay for her drink. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou pretended to listen as he talked to you—heck you barely even caught his name. But you didn’t care.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou laughed—light, effortless, and just a little louder than necessary. It wasn’t real but convincing enough that it made you pause at the intense stare on your back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou didn’t need to turn to know whose eyes were those. You could practically feel it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSlowly, you glanced over and sure enough—Aang was staring. Not openly enough for others to notice but enough for you to notice. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh dear spirits, you always notice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJudging by the way Aang had gone very still across the plaza, you deemed your plan was working.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou hid your smile behind the rim of your drink, pretending to listen as the guy beside you kept talking—yapping. You can give it to him—he was nice—but he was too obvious with his interest for her but then again, useful.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“—so I’ve been coming to this festival every year.” He was saying.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Really now?” You replied, tilting your head as you let your voice soften a bit. “That’s adorable.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou didn’t miss the way he lit up at that.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOr the way Aang’s posture stiffened in the distance.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPerfect.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou laughed again and this time, you let your hand brush the stranger’s arm for just a second.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Aang.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I’m not going over there.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSokka snorted. “You’ve been saying that for the past two minutes.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang glared, rubbing his temples as he turned around. “I’m fine.” He said flatly as he felt something twisting tight in his chest.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You need to breathe.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I am breathing.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You look like you’re about to start a new war.” Aang didn’t respond after that because you laughed again and this time—you didn’t look at him at all.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething low and unsettled stirred under his ribs—something he didn’t like, something he didn’t recognize in himself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe trusts you, of course he does. But that was the problem. He knew you were an extrovert, just as extroverted as he is, but watching someone else have your attention—your laughter—made something stir inside his guts.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe watched as you both locked eyes, his own narrowing as if saying to not start with him making you smirk and look back at the guy you were talking to.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“She’s doing it on purpose.” He said firmly, eyes not leaving her back as he tilted his head with this intense stare. “Why?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSokka glanced at him as he leaned back against the chair with a cup in hand. “Because she knows you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat didn’t help him, if anything—it made it worse. You knew exactly what this would do to him and you were still doing it anyway.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJust as he glanced back at her, the guy placed his hand on something that was his. You. And before Aang could think, he was already moving. 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou felt him before you saw him. The small cold shift in the air, the grounding presence, that pull. And yet you don’t turn to look at him as you smiled.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Care to join me for a walk?” The guy asked, trying to be as polite as possible as his hands betrayed him and held her lower back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou smiled, a bit coldly but tried to keep it natural as you shook your head and chuckled. “No thanks, my boyfriend is on the way.” You said and just in time you turned around and met a broad chest. Aang’s chest.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou swallowed as you felt his hands, much bigger than yours, held your lower back and looked at the guy with quiet authority and dominance. The guy shrank upon realizing whose girlfriend he as hitting on as Aang stared him down.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAs he and the guy had a staring contest, you gulped as you didn’t move from your spot, your mind racing as you can smell the masculine perfume on his chest as he pulled you closer. You were much smaller than him, probably only the same height as Katara, and that did wonders to your mind.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis hand held yours softly but you knew he was at his limit when you felt his eyes bore into yours as you looked around smiling innocently. His eyes were on you—once that held softness now gone in a blink.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He said as he gave the bartender your unfinished beer back for you. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou smiled, tilting your head and feigning innocence. “I was! He had lots of interesting stories.” You said giggling as you looked up at him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang hummed as he listened to you ramble, his eyes trailing down your neck to your lips. Oh he wasn’t listening anymore. His mind is occupied with things on how he’s going to deal with you, how he’s going to put discipline into that innocent mind of yours.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou knew he was planning something in his mind and that only made you more determined to push him further.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” He said, his voice low with no hesitation. You smiled lightly, slow and deliberate. “Yeah.” You respond with no hesitation.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBeside you, the poor guy who had unknowingly been pulled into this shifted awkwardly, glancing between the two of you as if only just realizing he had stepped into something far too heavy for him to understand completely.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Maybe I should—”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Go.” Aang said, his eyes never leaving yours as he only glanced up for a moment with the look of coldness in his eyes—and that made the tension sharpen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe guy scrambled to his feet, smiling and bidding the two goodbye and have a great festival. He slipped away quickly and ran to the crowd, leaving behind a space that suddenly felt too small despite the noise surrounding them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNow that you two were alone, you felt him pull you away from the food stall and towards Appa. He didn’t say anything—and that made you nervous. Nervously excited.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou and him flew away from the festival with him on Appa’s head. You gulped as you stared at him, his broad back lingering in your mind as you imagined your nails trailing on his back–

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You’re jealous.” The words left your lips, touched with that same careless amusement you’d been wearing all night as if this were still a game that you could dip in and out of whenever you pleased.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang didn’t reply but could feel the shift in the air as he adjusted the way he sat as he descended from the skies and landed perfectly on their house.  He looked at you, eyes never wavering as he jumped down from Appa and helped you. “Yeah.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe admission came low, unguarded, settling between you with a weight that made something in your chest tighten before you could stop it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a second, it stole the breath right out of you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut you recovered quickly—of course you did.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour lips curved, slow and deliberate, that familiar spark of mischief slipping back into place as you tilted your head, letting your gaze drag just slightly across his face.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Good.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou expected something—anything.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA protest. A sigh. That quiet, patient disappointment he sometimes slipped into when you pushed too far.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤInstead, Aang stepped forward.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot abruptly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot emotionally.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut with a kind of controlled intention that made the movement feel heavier than it should have. Measured and certain.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd suddenly, the space between you—the one you had been playing within, stretching, controlling was gone.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis voice was lower now, stripped of its usual softness, grounded in something that didn’t bend around you the way it normally did. It settled into you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour pulse stuttered. Still, you held your expression, lifting your chin just slightly, refusing to give up the upper hand you’d been clinging to all night.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Maybe,” you replied. The word came out lighter than you felt.

Aang’s gaze didn’t flicker. Not even for a second.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You wanted me to get jealous,” he continued, his tone even, almost thoughtful—but there was something coiled beneath it now, something restrained, something aware, “so you flirt with someone else right in front of me.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt wasn’t a question. And that—more than anything—made your breath catch. Because he wasn’t guessing, he knew.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou swallowed, barely noticeable, and forced your shoulders into a loose shrug. “It worked, didn’t it?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a moment, nothing changed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThen Aang exhaled—slow, quiet, like he was letting something settle rather than pushing it away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd then his hand moved. You didn’t even realize it until his fingers closed around your wrist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWarm.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFirm.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤUnyielding.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot rough—not even close—but anchored. Like he wasn’t going to let you slip out of this one.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Yeah,” he said. “It did.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe contact sent a sharp, unexpected awareness up your arm, settling somewhere deeper than you were prepared for.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour breath hitched—soft, involuntary—and he noticed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOf course he did.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBecause his grip tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of it. Of him. Of how easily he could hold your attention now the same way you’d been pulling his all night.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You like pushing me,” Aang said, quieter now. His thumb shifted faintly against your wrist—slow, deliberate, not absent-minded in the slightest. “Seeing how far you can go.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour heartbeat stumbled, but you lifted your chin anyway, meeting his gaze head-on, refusing to let the shift unsettle you—not completely. “And you like pretending nothing gets to you,” you shot back.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a brief moment—so quick most people wouldn’t have caught it—something flickered in his expression. Not irritation. Not anger.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething sharper. Something that looked almost like… recognition.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Careful,” he murmured.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe word wasn’t raised, wasn’t harsh, but it landed heavier than anything else he’d said.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour breath caught again, traitorously, your pulse quickening in a way that had nothing to do with the festival anymore. His head tilted with unamused eyes as he looked down at you with authority—one that commanded you to test him now that he was in front of him—challenged you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You wanted a reaction,” he continued, his voice low and tempting—filled with the desire to push you up against the wall—as he stepped closer—not invading nor forcing, just closing the space with quiet certainty.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis finger held your chin, lifting your head to let your shocked and flustered eyes meet his pent up ones. His thumb grazing over your bottom lip as he gazed at you with a look that you—yourself—don’t even know what you signed up for. “Don’t act surprised when you get one.” He said as he leaned down.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis breath was hot against yours as he looked at him with amusement at how you groveled when he stared down at you. “Because I’m afraid you might not be able to take it, my sweet mist.” He whispered against her lips and pulled away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBefore he could step away to their room, you looked at him—annoyed yet so beautiful—as your hands fisted on your sides. “Well aren’t you a coward.” You said, making him stop in his steps.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBingo.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou chuckled slowly as you stared at his back, eyes brimming with amusement and need but held a frown when he pulled away, still holding himself back. “If I couldn’t take it, I wouldn’t even start talking with that guy.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe tension shifted again—less sharp, more real. You walked to him as your hand pressed faintly into his chest without you realizing, grounding yourself against him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“…Then show me,” you murmured, your voice as defiant as you looked as you frowned and looked at him. “Show me how you lose composure or I’ll unravel you myself.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat was it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang looked at you, chuckling slowly at the audacity of how you could be such a brat. His hand caught hers and the other held her jaw, eyes dark with no mercy. His thumb grazed your bottom lip—your breath hitched while your heart raced against your chest, unable to process how he looked at her..

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You better take it like a good girl.”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou once thought that Aang wouldn’t be a rough fucker since whenever you two make love, he was always loving—careful even—but not until he had you on a mean mating press with your legs locked on his shoulders as he pinned your hands above your head.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“There we go, take it baby.” He said, smiling darkly as he pushed inside you so carefully—so hauntingly that you could feel every pulse of his erection.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou barely even had time to react when he suddenly thrusts inside with full force and spirits does it make you feel so full.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour cries echoed the room as he held you down on the mattress, his body crushing you under him as you could only cry and arch your back. “Aang! Go slowly!” You moaned, whimpering loudly when he thrusts inside once more.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You told me you’ll take it, remember baby?” He taunted, chuckling loudly as his pace got faster—harder—as the bed creaked at every move he made.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis weight pressed her into the sheets as his hands roamed possessively over your body—waist, hips, thighs—before  setting firmly against the bare skin of her back. Your back arched, eyes closed as you let out a shaky moan while he leaned down and kissed your neck.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Such a good girl.” His breath whispered against your skin, smiling as he unraveled you—slowly. He dragged his tongue down to your collarbone, sucking your neck just enough to leave a mark.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang’s grip on her wrists tightened as he looked at you. You panted as your eyes showed submission as you whimpered when he thrusted back in. His mind wandered off, thinking of how he always—always—wanted to go rough on you.But he was nice—that nice golden retriever avatar everyone loved—he didn’t dislike the idea just skeptical of how you’ll react.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd now that he has you underneath him—begging and whining for him and his cock—why in the world would he stop now?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou barely had the time to gasp before he pulled out. Your heart racing but confusion etched your face as you looked up at him. “Why did you stop?” You asked, holding his arm while your glossy eyes looked up at him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh how your eyes begged for him to ruin you. How you looked at him with want. A need to be satisfied. But he wasn’t satisfied with it. No, He wouldn’t be satisfied with you only coming on his fingers earlier.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Would that gentleman fuck you this good baby hm?” Aang said with his head tilted and pushed you back onto the mattress again, throwing you around so you laid on your stomach. He pulled you up on all fours while facing the mirror at the end of the bed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd dear Gods, does he love the look of confusion and submission when he sees you through that mirror. He chuckled, spreading your ass before delivering a mean smack on your ass making you cry out.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou cried—shocked—but the way your walls clenched in thin air made him smile at you and pull your hair up so you looked at yourself. “Look at yourself baby.” He whispered as he leaned down while looking at you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Look at how much of a wreck you are.” Your eye widens and let out a loud whimper when he suddenly pushed in. He could’ve given you a warning, but he knew you would’ve liked it better if he didn’t.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis thrusts got meaner and meaner. Pulling your head back as he made you look at yourself in the mirror crying for him. “Would that man satisfy you as much as I do?” He whispered again, groaning.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe had never seen you this beautiful. So wrecked, so fucked, so wet. But he was far from done.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou cried when he bit your bare shoulder, his other hand slid down between your legs. His fingers trailed on your inner thigh, your juices cleaned his fingers as you moaned. “Aang please–!” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis thrusts stops as his head lifted up, his eyes glowing a faint blue hue. He lifted his hand, humming in reply as he sucked on his fingers. “Please let me cum.” You begged, tired of him denying you of your release.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Have you learned your place?” He asked gently, his hand holding your jaw as he made you look at the mirror, eyes dark with intent as he kissed the side of your ear. “Do you know who do you belong to now?” He asked.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou who started the ‘make Aang jealous and lose his composure’ was rendered speechless. You never knew how this man—the same gentle and patient man—was being this dominating. You wouldn’t even know how he always wanted to fuck you this bad.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA thrust woke you up from your day dream making you cry out a moan as he continues holding you. “Do you baby?” He whispered again as he looked at you waiting like a predator for its prey.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou gulped, feeling his hand slowly etched around your numb clit—whining and head falling onto the mattress until he pulled it back up with a mean thrust. “You!” You cried. “I belong to you!”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang chuckled, dark and breathless as he felt your body tense against him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he nipped at her ear, his teeth grazing the shella s he whispered, “Good girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe released the hand that held your hair, slowly threading through your hair to your neck and held you, making you cry but loved it so much that you managed to push your hips back again as if signalling him to thrust again making he groan with a satisfied smile.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat night, you couldn’t argue. And most importantly–

ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou learned that night that even the Avatar—a strong man with patience—can also lose composure in desire.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤHi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Jealous Type Series!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThank you all for the love, support, and feedback for the series and I sure hope you'll enjoy the next chapter!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut I know when I can, I'll be sure to update the Series with more characters when I can ;)