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"If you can drive perfectly with my mouth on your cock, then I won't even complain anymore," you're leaned down now, unsnapping your seatbelt. He glares. "You think you'll swerve when you cum?"

"Put your seatbelt back- oh fuck, Kitten..." He's done for when you unzip him, tugging his thick, veiny cock out of his black silk boxers, the reddened tip is already leaky pearly white drops. "Tch, you want me to punish you later?"

"Yes please," he sighs, tensing when your tongue flicks over his slit, tasting the drops that are somehow so sweet, just like all of him. "If you swerve once, even once - I get to drive."

"How will you know, with my cock down your little slutty throat?" He's teetering on that edge now, desperate as you suck more of him, swirling your tongue now. He lets go of the steering wheel for just a second when you fucking hum on it. "That's... you're fucking... diabolical, you..."

You'd giggle if your mouth wasn't full of his huge cock, if you can't already tell how badly he wants you. You'd been teasing him all night under the dinner table, you live for his punishments - when he'd snap and put you right in a mating press, overstimulate you to the point of tears, and he knows you love to push him there. A little game, back and forth, till one of you snaps.

You're sucking harder now, cheeks hollowing, as a hand slips to your hair, tugging at it, the pain so good you moan. "You just wait, I'll tie you up and not let you cum, hmm sweetie? That what you want, me to toy with you over and over, and no release?"

Your tummy clenches as you choke on him, soaking wet by the time he's bucked his cock up inside your throat. Sylus can hardly focus- not that he'll admit it, but you feel so good, your throat contracting around him, taking more and more. He can feel your hands trembling as they grip his thighs, feel you taking all you can.

"Mnh..." You're whining out around him, drinking up every gasp, every time his cock throbs, hitting the back of your throat so deep. He slips his free hand down, sliding your dress up, your ass bare with just the lacy red panties he bought you to wear tonight. You're soaking them when his finger touches you, and his cock gags you just perfect.

"Already ruining my gift? You're so slutty, aren't you? Needy little thing," you're just sucking him, head bobbing, when he slips a finger inside you, moaning softly. "Oh, you're that wet"

You pull back for a moment, thighs pressing together at the stretch, his long finger snug in your tight little cunt. "Please, more."

"Thought you were 'in control' hmm? playing with me all night, don't you have a cock to deep throat, sweetie?" He's lost now, his reddened tip glossy from your spit, you suck him again, deeper, whining out when he curls his fingers, just the tips of them, a cruel tease.

He bucks up again, slipping a finger in deep - his fingers are so long, they're almost at your cervix at this angle. You're gasping and choking on him, shoulder pressing the steering wheel, but this man is still somehow driving perfectly. You can't feel a single swerve, even when you pull back to peek at him, lips coated in his precum and your drool.

"Fuck you're so pretty like this," he whispers, sitting at a red light with his foot on the brake, brushing your lower lip. The light goes green and you jerk his cock up and down, while he presses a finger in, and he swerves just a bit, cursing now, his dark brows low. "Oh you little brat."

You giggle now, swiping your lips with a little glint in your eyes that makes him want to fuck you so hard they roll back. You touch his tip and lean over, kissing up his neck, enjoying when the man that calls you kitten fucking purrs like one. "You okay, Sylus? Too much?"

"Tch," he pulls off to the side of the road suddenly with a sharp turn as you try to suck his sensitive tip again. You gasp when he yanks you up my the hair on the back of your neck, tugging sharply, those eyes flaming red in the night.

"Can I drive home then, since you swerved - Mr 'I can drive so much better than you' hmm?"

"Sure," you blink in surprise, but the look on his face is dangerous, your heart races when he continues. "Once I'm done with you."

"D-done with me - ah!" Sylus yanks you on his lap, you're trembling, the little sports car shaking as cars fly by, and he's slipped two fingers knuckle deep, you gush down them as he rocks them up and down, watching your face flush, you bite your lower lip, trembling.

He yanks them out with a suctioned pop, out of your squelching cunt now, before putting those fingers to his lips. You watch with your heart racing, cunt pulsing around nothing while he runs your slick on his lips like a gloss, sucking your cunt off those thick digits, exhaling and then eyeing you.

He caresses your cheek tenderly, as your breaths come out in little pants, firm on his lap. "Panties to the side."

"Sylus... here?" You look around wildly, and he smirks, tugging your hips down. "Oh my god I..."

"Panties. To. The. Side." You immediately obey, and Sylus sinks his tip in, stretching you out, you're quivering around him, he drinks your cry up with his hungry mouth, tongue slipping in with a filthy stroke. "Too much for your little cunt?"

You shake your head, lost for words when he angels his hips, his lengthy cock pressing in, inch by inch into your slick little hole, gummy walls gripping him, even better than your mouth. He sees your eyes roll back, as your cunt gushes down his length, wetter and wetter as you cry out his name.

"She can hardly take me, hmm?" his whisper tickles your collarbone, as he tugs a tit out, running his fingers along your nipple. You arch into it, struggling to take more of him. "Should I even let you cum after all this attitude?"

"Pl-ease... I'll be good... p-promise..." He lets out a scoff, tugging you all the way down his cock then. You're so full you cry out, nails pressing into his shoulders through the dress shirt, then he lifts you, dragging on your spot. "Ah!"

"No, I'll just use you tonight, sweetie," you're lost when he does just that, moving you up and down his cock like you're nothing, leaning the seat back and pounding up into your cunt. Your head almost smacks the roof, but he protects it, even as he's talking shit. "Just my pretty toy, aren't you? Just for me to breed, fill your cunt up?"

"Y-yes, yes, ah!" You're so close, while his thick, veiny cock stretches and stuffs your walls, his filthy words mixed with sweet ones, kissing the taste of his precum off your lips desperate, as he tugs you even closer. "M'close, please Sylus, I'll be g-good."

"No you won't," he huffs, smirking as he rolls your hips on him, but then he slips a thumb down, finding your clit, watching your pretty face as your head falls back. "But I'll let you cum, since you're so fucking pretty when you do. I'll give you what you need, sweetie."

"Ngh!" He's rolling his thumb over your clit with the perfect pressure now, eliciting desperate cries from you, as he kisses your throat, sinking his sharp teeth in at the base of it, right over your collar bone. You rock your hips and shatter for him, pulsing all around him, milking him then and there as he groans, lifting you up as you're still shaking.

He fucks you hard then once your orgasm crashes, lost in you, no more teasing no - he fucks you in deep, brutal strokes, all while he has a hand on your head to protect it from thwacking his roof, whispering your name over and over. "Can you take all of me, huh beautiful?"

You just nod eagerly when he pours so much cum inside you, you're convulsing as he thickens, sliding you down his cock once more, plump lips kissing yours messy, desperate. You're clinging to him, nails digging into the back of his neck as your fingers tug his hair, the white load of cum already pouring down.

"Fuck, you took all of it, didn't you?" He bites your lip, pumping more, your aftershocks milking him further. "Cunt is just made for me."

"It is, mnh," he smiles as he he pulls back, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Oh god, what are you planning?"

"Nothing sweetie," he drawls out those words, chuckling deeply then when he pulls you off him now, cock a dripping mess of white ropes and clear sticky strands of your arousal. "Just that you're going to drive with my cum dripping out of you."

"Sylus, I can't drive now," you whisper, too fucked out - shaky and dizzy. He shoves you in the driver's seat, and you gasp, staring at him as he zips himself up. "Sylus I really can't focus!"

"You wanted to drive home," he leans over, touching your cunt and scooping up some of his cum that pours out, slipping long fingers in your mouth. You suck eagerly, eyes fluttering shut. "Mmm, you can be a good girl. Drive home then."

"Fuck." Thighs shaking, tummy clenched, you realize you can't even drive right now, glaring daggers at him as he laughs at you.

"Something wrong sweetie?"

You never ask to drive again, not when the entire time he's fingering his cum back inside you.

ahaha this was just too fun I love Sylus hehe

Now I'm thinking about how Sylus must have felt when MC lost consciousness... how worried he must have been for her while watching over her... how furious and heartbroken over the fact that she had to go through so much suffering... the image of her pained expression replaying in his mind...

I'm thinking about Searing Touch when he jumps in front of her to protect her from a flash bomb and gets injured and temporarily blind... and how he tells her that he'd rather expose all his weaknesses than see her injured

I'm thinking about how angry he gets with himself if MC loses a lot of health in battle... how he blames himself for her getting hurt...

I'm thinking about Where Hearts Live where he gets so visibly worried after she falls, calling out to her, and then cradling her in his arms, not taking his eyes off her face until she starts to move... sighing in relief when she opens her eyes...

I'm thinking about Death and Rebirth where he keeps asking MC if she's in pain after the old lady stabbed her (I am convinced he would've retired said lady from life if MC hadn't stopped him)... and trying to help her ease it in whatever ways he can...

How later on during the Kindled he swerves the car in order to take the bullet that almost hit them in his own direction... how furious he is afterwards to the point of teleporting to the roof of the car that shot at them, walking up to the front of it, and executing the person responsible with a bullet to the brain...

All this to say that we know how protective Sylus is of MC... how much it hurts him to see her in any sort of pain... and how guilty he feels for not being able to prevent it...

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its the way you know how he saw her relief when he walked through those gates, alive. when she hugged onto him, Percy's face reciprocating the same rosey cheeks and bashful smiles.

its the way Luke knew how she felt about him, and Annabeth also knew he did because she could hide a crush on a boy from a lot of people, but never Luke, he knew her too well.

and its the way Annabeth knew Luke was lying, when telling Percy why they hadn't told Chiron yet about Clarisse. she didn't want to believe it because this was Luke and clearly he had some kind of reason.

it's the way Annabeth watched the fireworks with her cabin, and then saw Percy and Luke walk off into the woods where they'd practice their swordmanship. she would go and watch them sometimes, her cap on always.

it's the way Annabeth gripped her hat in her hand and took a step back from her brothers and sisters, slipped on the hat, and followed their path. because she trusted Luke with her life, but she realized, she didn't trust Luke with Percy's.

and Percy's life had become much more important to her than she ever thought possible.

and she knew it was crazy to think, because Luke would never do something so traitorous, but Luke was Percy's friend, and the full prophecy still hadn't come to pass.

and she knew Luke was a child of Hermes, who were the children of the god of theives. and she knew she was with Luke when they were on Olympus, and she knew he was more capable, than many of their fellow campers, to steal the bolt.

and she knew how much Luke hated his dad, and just how much he hated Zeus.

it's the way her intuition told her it had been Luke all along, but her heart told her she was crazy to think it.

it's the way she still didn't trust Luke, the guy she saw as a brother, who saved her life as a child, alone with Percy.

it's the way that when she found them, she stayed hidden as she listened to Luke talk. she heard Percy put the same pieces Annabeth had already put together, yet wouldn't admit. she listened as Percy, sweet loyal Percy, feel almost as betrayed and hurt as she did.

it's the way she silently cried, not revealing herself as she brushed tears from her cheeks.

it's the way she knew Percy could beat him, if he could defeat the god of war and face Zeus unscathed, after all.

it's the way she didn't have it in her to fight him. not Luke. not her family.

and it was the moment that Percy apologized for hurting him, the moment that loyal Percy stopped what he was doing and wanted to make sure his FRIEND who had betrayed him, Annabeth, and Grover, if HE was alright, and Luke responded by hurting him back.

it's the way she waited for Luke to show an attribute that glimmered of something redeemable before she disarmed him, revealing herself to be there the whole time.

and it was the moment she disarmed him and lifted her cap, looking at him hurt, betrayed, broken.

and it was the moment that he hurt Percy when he was making sure he didn't hurt HIM, looking down at him like he was going to kill him, unarmed, only because Percy had been afraid to hurt his FRIEND, that Annabeth realized Luke wasn't the Luke she thought. sure, Percy could beat him, but he wouldn't. that wasn't who Percy was. and she never thought that's who Luke was, until he held his sword in his hand, hovering over injured Percy.

its the way Annabeth chose, while on their quest, to be less like the God's and more like Percy. she didn't want to live for glory and bloodshed and pride. she wanted to live for truth and juice and empathy.

and its the way she looked at Luke, his chest heaving, his eyes ashamed at what she saw him do, at what he was about to do, that she realized Luke had been mistreated by the god's too many times now - now all he knew was glory and vengeance and strife.

its the way Luke had become what Annabeth feared the most that she'd become. he was more god than human.

it's the way Luke looked at her, suddenly every choice he made being second guessed, because Annabeth heard everything, and she still chose Percy.

its the way he ran, because he couldn't fight Annabeth. not his family.

it's the way that Luke thought, if anyone understood why he did what he did, it would be Annabeth.

it's the way Annabeth, the one Percy thought to be the first one to risk his life, saved him from her own family's hands.