Music Fades..

“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“

Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.

A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.

“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“

He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.

“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.

His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.

“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.

You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.

“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…

“Valko- can't- no more-“

His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“

Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.

Then something big started pressing at your entrance.

Do not let them forget!! Let them know we’re still fighting for him!!

He wasn’t laughing anymore.

Now he’s lying back on the bed, one massive arm flexed hard for you, that thick, veiny bicep bulging like it was made for this. His other hand rests possessively on your hip, steadying you as you straddle his arm, grinding your slick pussy right against the hard curve of muscle.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes, voice rough. His ears are twitching like crazy, tail thumping hard against the mattress behind him. “Using my arm like a toy… you really are something else, sweetheart.”

You’re soaked. Every roll of your hips makes your clit drag against the firm swell of his bicep, the friction so intense it has you whimpering. Valko’s watching you with hungry eyes, flexing the muscle underneath you on purpose so it presses harder against your core.

He’s huge. The sheer size of his arm between your thighs makes you feel small and filthy in the best way. You brace one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his wrist for balance, and start riding his bicep faster, grinding down with needy little moans.

Valko groans like he’s the one getting fucked. His free hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple while his tail goes absolutely wild, smacking loudly against the bed.

“Shit- keep going,” he groans, voice breaking. “Use me. Ride it just like that… fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”

Every flex of his arm makes you shudder. The muscle is rock hard and slick with your arousal now, and the sight of it; your pussy sliding messily over his massive biceps while he stares up at you like you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen is driving you both insane.

He’s panting, ears flat, cheeks flushed, looking way too proud of the fact that you’re getting yourself off on his arm like it’s your favorite toy.

Cuz like, maybe your feet are hurting or you're tired or the fatigue has caught up or the illnesses are chronicing, etc etc. But you're so used to just. Putting up with it. To pushing through until you get back home because you have to be a big brave responsible adult who never struggles ever

Sylus notices immediately that you're struggling. But when he asks a casual "Are you alright, sweetie?" to sort of test the waters and probe your reaction fully, you just force a weary smile and a half-laugh as you brush it off as being a little tired

Mhm. Yeah. No. That's not flying while he's here able to do something about it

He stops you right then and there, because he would be such a cruel lover if he saw you take another step. It doesn't matter where you are, what you're doing, who's going to see - as he kneels down with his back to you, telling you to climb on. Any excuses roll off of him like water off a duck's back, so don't bother trying. Either you climb on willingly or he'll use his Evol to make you climb on (very gently; he'd never want to hurt you)

Regardless, you end up in the same situation. Arms around his neck, legs around his waist, holding on while he carries you wherever you want to go. Any bags are easy enough for him to carry by hand or Evol, so no need for worry. Just tell him where to go next. He'll gladly go to any stalls or shops or parks - anywhere your heart desires, he'll carry you through it all

Though, he has to admit, his favorite moments are when you fall asleep. He can feel your hold loosen slightly as your muscles relax. Your face tucked into the back of his neck or his hair, breath evening out as you give into your exhaustion with all the trust in the world that he won't let you fall. He walks a bit slower during these times. Languid strides that take care not to jostle you as he soaks up every second he can

after shower

You scoff. Yes, even though you changed your schedule around to match his, always pitying his sensitive eyes and how grumpy he can be during the day when he should be sleeping, your own cravings can't wait. Besides, what's the point of having a window in the kitchen if you can't bask in the warm sunlight that streams through it?

"I wanted something cheesy," you say. "So I'm makin' something cheesy!"

In the pan in front of you, a grilled cheese simmers on the heat. The cheese melts, slowly becoming gooey and twice as appealing to your mid-morning brain. The bread becomes toasted and golden brown, with the perfect crunch just waiting to reach your mouth.

"I'll be back soon. Go back to bed."

He hums his disapproval. "Can't sleep when you're not there." Seemingly catching up to his own words, he sighs over-dramatically. "I can't believe my lover would force me to sleep in a bed so empty and cold... So cruel to me."

You snicker, plating your grilled cheese. "Yes, I know, I'm soooo terrible. Do you want a bite?"

Waiting for his answer, you cut the sandwich at a diagonal with the spatula. Your stomach growls, so eager for that first bite. And still, you hold up one half of the sandwich up near your shoulder for him.

After a moment, he hums and lifts his head. Like a child, he opens his mouth and waits for you to feed him, chin resting on your shoulder. You bump his lip at first. He takes a big bite, chews slowly, humming his satisfaction, before ducking his head again to hide from the sun.

He waits there, standing pressed close against you, as you eat your craving. His fingers slowly trace ticklish patterns along your belly and sides. One hand presses down the hem of your pants and underwear, not all the way, and not far enough to be salacious; just to feel more of your skin.

Lies are investments. Temporary, yet repetitive.

They require rigorous, consistent payments. Of thoughts, misdirection, mistrust... A little bit here, a little bit there.

All depends on the size, really. A little white lie? A small upfront payment of momentary guilt.

A lie about your life? Well..investment. Weekly, monthly, yearly.

It's a buisness. One can very comfortable sell dreams. Ideas, hopes.

All marketable.

But, one must collect customer investment. Always.

-Nix🌙