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A flank of giggling humans surround you. Little girls tug at your arms, cooing at the golden layers of bracelets on your wrists. Women crowd around in hushed tones to whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

You only smile in response. The soft words that leave you are warm and affectionate. Druig can't tear his eyes away from the gentle twist of your lips.

By Arishem, you look beautiful. Every inch the goddess that they whisper you are. It would be agony, if you weren't already his.

The hem of your dress whispers as you sweep across the room. He adjusts himself on the plush bed of pillows to make room for you - lips curved into a smirk. It's just the two of you. Usually, the night would be filled with Sprite's fantastical bursts of illusions. However, tonight, all of the other Eternals are elsewhere. Yourself and Druig are joining one of the many performances in the temple for the evening.

Alone, except for the humans.

Bands of bracelets jingle as you sink down next to him. A patchwork blanket is passed from nearby. Druig takes it with a silent nod of thanks - draping it across the two of you as you shift close against him. The sweet smell of Egyptian kyphi fills his senses, and only serves to further addle his mind.

Strands of soft hair brush his shoulder as you turn towards him. Your face is angled down, bottom lip caught playfully between your teeth, and watching him from underneath lowered lashes. As your hand reaches up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, a vision bursts across his eyes.

Panting breaths. His chest firm against yours. Your body arched as his lips whisper hungrily down your throat. The clash of teeth and tongue while the rising fabric of your dress bunches underneath his fingertips.

And then - wetness, right between the apex of your thighs. The bliss, pure and carnal, as his cock plunges deep into your cunt over and over again. How he would fill you. The sounds that you'd make.

He recoils. Instead of being offended, it just makes you laugh. You can already see the blush spreading across his cheeks. How he tries to compose himself - sky blue eyes fluttering closed as he inhales deeply, trying to push those images aside. Not that you'll let him. Your hand lands on his knee, and they come back, accompanied by even more.

It gets him hard already. The way that you're able to intrude into his thoughts.

Druig can control humans, can reach in to work their minds like puppets, but he can't do what you do. He can't read thoughts. Nor imbed them. He isn't able to see all nightmares, fears, hopes and dreams, and make them appear real within the depths of the mind.

Sprite inspires, Druig controls, but you implant. You make even Eternals feel - in a way that he cannot.

And you use it to torture him in the worst way.

"Stop," he growls roughly, as your fingers trace teasingly up his inner thigh. "By Arishem, you need to stop."

Your lips brush teasingly over his ear. "Or what?"

Something in your tone is the final step in twisting free that burning, hungry thing within him. It rises thick in the back of his throat. Fills his veins until he nearly aches with want, goaded all the time by the aroma of kyphi perfume. As he looks at you, seeing that returned desire reflected in your eyes, Druig can already see just how much you want it too.

His eyes glow with molten gold.

Around you, all of the humans fall still. Their eyes haze over - growing unseeing as dozens of heads lift to face the sky beyond the temple's pillars. Druig moves, rolling on top to push you down against the nest of cushions below. Your breath is warm against his lips. Already, his hands are travelling up underneath the skirt of your dress. The stiff swell upon his front grinds into the warmth of your hidden core.

"Part of me wants them to watch this," he whispers against the pit of your throat, casting a look at the now mindless humans. "They should see their goddess like this - being such a damn whore. Would it make them think less of you?"

He guides the undergarments down your legs. All other thoughts have abandoned his mind. There's only lust left - and a deep, aching need to make that vision you showed him a reality. Your hands fumble with his belt, and his lips part in a rough gasp as your fingers close around his aching cock.

A pained groan leaves him as your thumb moves over the tip. Precum smears under your touch. It sends a bolt of sharp electricity straight through him, and his length twitches excitedly in your grip. Humming, Druig shifts down to line himself up against the wet heat of your entrance. Your eyes meet his, and the bridge of your noses touch.

It softens something in him.

"I just want them to know that you're mine," he whispers, before pushing himself inside - and filling you until you cry out.

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A/N: I felt like more Druig 😂 and I have done a good few pieces for him before, including a miniseries! If interested, check out my masterlist below!

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