It was a warm summer day, you had just returned home after a long day's work, and had been excited to see your sweet boy at home once again.
"I'm home!" You announce once closing the front door behind yourself. Your tail gently flicked behind you in anticipation that he'd come and greet you as he always does... But he doesn't. Your happiness quickly turns to concern and worry as you rush up the stairs and into your room to investigate the silence.
"S-Sweetie I-" You stop in your tracks as you look at the scene. He had been calmly jacking off on the floor in nothing but his collar before scrambling to look up at you and turning a dark shade of red.
"A-Ahhh! N- No- I-I'm.." He shouts, quickly covering himself as he looks up at you, quite frantic to hide himself even through all the countless times of you seeing him just like this.
"You're.. a bad boy is what you are..." You whisper before stepping into the room and pulling his chin up to your own to stare him down, your intentions becoming clear as the scent of arousal captures each of your noses.
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Pairing: Wolffe/Danica
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut
**18+ only here, minors, please don’t interact**
Tagging: @clonewarslover55, @hounding-around, @catsnkooks
The 79’s was loud tonight, louder than normal thanks to Sif and some of the others who were here to check out Coruscant. I was sitting in Wolffe’s lap watching Sif arm wrestling with Sinker, cheering as one of my closest friends won out, the group around us roaring loudly with a mix of triumphant laughs and disappointed groans, credits exchanging hands as bets were paid off. I went to reach for my drink, only to find it empty and made a face at the glass.
“I’ll be back love, need a new drink!” I pressed a quick kiss to Wolffe’s cheek with a brilliant smile as I popped up to my feet and headed to the bar. I was planning on getting as smashed as possible tonight in celebration. I was getting a full week with Wolffe being planetside, something I hadn’t gotten to have in months, so needless to say I was excited. “Hey man, what’s good? Let me get your strongest drink please!” I greeted the bartender as I leaned against the bar with an eager grin on my face. He nodded and got to work prepping my drink while I waited semi patiently, shifting from foot to foot, eager to get back to my friends.
“Hey darlin’, don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before. Mind if I buy you a drink?” A voice to my left asks and I glance over to see some clone I don’t recognize grinning flirtatiously at me.
“Thanks, but I’m good here.” I gave him a tightlipped smile and turned back to the bartender, thanking him for the drink and handed him some extra credits for a tip. This new guy wasn’t giving up, blocking my way just enough so I couldn’t squeeze past without jostling someone else.
“C’mon sweetheart, if you won’t let me buy you a drink, you could at least give me your name.” His hand dropped to my waist, grasping at my exposed skin, fingers caressing softly. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off when Wolffe came flying in out of nowhere, his fist connecting with this guy’s jaw, rocking him back into the bar.
“Wolffe!” I yelped out, my drink getting spilled all down the front of my shirt and the two men brawling with one another, the rest of the pack, my group, and this guy’s crew immediately getting ready to step in. “Hey!” I bellowed, grabbing onto his waist and hauling him back with some help from Sif.
“I’m going to wreck him, princess.” Wolffe growled, moving to try and jump back in and I shoved him back again. “No one touches you like that and gets away with it.” He was pissed, waves of anger rolling off of him.
“Wolffe, mirr ruiya, calm down. You are my mate, this jackoff isn’t worth it.” I kept my hands on his chest, looking up at him with a stern expression on my face. “And if you ever lay your hands on me again, I will make sure that you don’t walk away next time.” I whirled to face the other man once I was sure Wolffe wasn’t going to try and get past me, grabbing the front of his blacks and yanking him down to my level with a snarl, baring fangs in a furious hiss before letting go and walking away, Wolffe right behind me with a smirk on his face and a hand gripping mine tightly in his.
“Cyar’ika, have I ever told you how sexy and terrifying it is when you do stuff like that?” He murmured in my ear as he pulled me back into his lap, arms wrapping around my waist to keep me close to him. “The things it does to me, it’s unbelievable.” He pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss against my bare shoulder, grinning against my skin when I shivered at the contact.
“That so, mirr ruiya?” I whispered, leaning back against him so I could rest the back of my head against his shoulder. “Maybe you should show me what you mean so I can see it for myself.”
“Fuck.” He swallowed hard, hands gripping my waist tightly. “Your shirt is soaked from the asshole knocking your drink onto you. We should go home so you can get a clean shirt.” He spoke up just loud enough so the rest of our group could hear us and I nodded wordlessly, getting up and waving goodbye, Wolffe wrapping his arm around my waist with a pleased look on his face as other clones looked on enviously as we passed by them on the way out to catch a speeder to my apartment.
~*~*~
The moment the door shut behind us, Wolffe was immediately on me, hands on my hips, lips crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, a guttural groan coming from Wolffe as I ran my hands down his chest, fingers ghosting across his abs and down to his hips.
“Oh fuck, Dani. Come here, princess.” He groaned against my lips and picked me up to carry me to bed. I pulled him back down to kiss him deeply, whining as he slid his warm hands up my sides, pushing my shirt up so he could toss it aside, swearing under his breath at my lack of a bra. “No wonder everyone was staring at you tonight. You’re a tease, walking around without a bra, showing off all this skin. Making all of them think they stand a chance when you know you’re mine.” He growled the word ‘mine’ in my ear, drawing a moan from my lips.
“Y-yes Wolffe, only yours.” I whimpered out, carding my fingers through his hair and moaning when he bit down on the juncture between my neck and shoulders, sucking hard at my skin and laving his tongue over the bite mark to soothe away the sting. I found myself falling back onto the neatly made sheets with a startled yelp, taken by surprise by his fast movements as he began to shuck his arm and blacks quickly, my pants following seconds after, Wolffe groaning when he saw I was going without underwear. He dropped down onto the bed, pulling me by the legs and settled in, lowering his mouth to my aching core, his tongue dancing over my clit, drawing a moan from my lips.
“Taste so good princess. So sweet.” He rasped, pausing long enough to look up at me with a hungry gaze, his chin slick with my arousal, and he leaned back in to continue eating me out like his life depended on it. Fingers found their way into my core, pumping slowly, curling and teasing, his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking hard, making my hips buck up into his touch.
“Wolffe!” I keened, tugging his hair roughly, making him growl against my cunt. A tingling sensation rose from my feet and raced through my entire body, a white hot coil winding tighter in my belly, threatening to snap every second longer Wolffe kept going, fucking me with his fingers and tongue. The coil snapped and my mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure, thighs snapping together around his head, back arching up off the bed as my pussy clenched around his fingers. I went limp, panting for air when he sat up, chin coated in my juices, a devilish grin on his handsome face as he gathered up my juices and sucked them off his thumb.
“We’re not done yet, my queen,” He rumbled, his voice rougher and deeper than earlier, like honey-coated gravel. “Gonna fuck you so good. You’ll be feeling me for a week.” His words a promise of what was to come when he slid a hand up my thigh and moved us so my thighs were draped over his and with one, smooth thrust, Wolffe was filling me completely. We moaned brokenly, foreheads resting together while we took a moment to adjust to the feeling, Wolffe rocking his hips forward slowly, shuddering as my walls gripped him tightly.
“Wolffe, please, I need more.” I pleaded, gripping onto his forearms to try and ground myself. He snapped his hips forward, moving at slow, hard pace, taking his time, teasing me. “Wolffe!” I was whining, begging for more, the slow pace torturous.
“What do you want, my queen? Gotta use your words to get what you want.” He smirked down at me, coming to a stop, letting me squirm under him. “Come on cyare, what is it you need?” He was pressing soft kisses along the column of my throat, biting down on my pulse point and sucking at it, marking me as his. I was dizzy and lust dazed, my brain hazy as I tried to form the words while he continued his way down, mouth dropping to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily, drawing the ruched peak hard against the roof of his mouth. He was drinking me in like I was the only thing nourishing him, his teeth and tongue working me over while rough fingers began to knead with rough motions over my other breast, fingers pulling at my erect nipple, making me cry out in pleasure.
“Mirr haesd, I need you!” I was almost crying with desire, hips arching up, trying to get some sort of friction and he pulled back, straight, sharp teeth nipping at me hard enough to sting, but not enough to injure, tongue smoothing over my nipple to soothe the sting.
“Want me to fill you, my queen? Breed you?” He murmured, pressing another kiss to my lips, moving his hips again. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck a baby into you, my lady?”
“Yes! Please, breed me. I-I want you to fill me, mirr kailr.” I could barely see straight, stars exploding in my vision, my walls clenching around him, drawing a delicious sounding moan from his mouth.
“As you command my queen.” He caught my lips in a heated kiss, growling low in his throat as he fucked me into the mattress. “Fuck you’re so tight. Feel so good around my cock. Gonna fill you up nice and good, cyare. Gonna fuck you til you’re carrying my baby.”
I couldn’t speak, my brain shorting out with his words, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, body shaking as I came apart, starbursts exploding in front of my eyes, all noise whiting out into a loud ringing sound in my ears. I was torn apart and stitched back up as my orgasm had my walls clenching so tightly around Wolffe that I almost didn’t realize at first that it had been enough to push him over the edge, hips stuttering as he painted my walls with his cum. I took in a shaky breath, trying to find my bearings as my vision cleared, hands tangling in Wolffe’s hair as I pulled him down to kiss him softly.
“So… gonna fuck a baby into me, huh? Is there something we need to talk about?” I was grinning lazily as we settled in, my head resting on his chest while his hands traced soft patterns across my shoulders and arm.
“I don’t know princess, is there? You certainly seemed into the idea.” Wolffe chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“What? No! I just… look, it was heat of the moment and it was kinda sexy. I just rolled with it. We’re not having babies any time soon, love.” I yelped, sitting up quickly to stare at him with wide eyes. He only chuckled and pulled me back down to lay down, putting my head back to his chest.
“Don’t worry princess, I’ll give you what you want. Anything for you, cyar’ika.” He rumbled in that low, honey-coated gravelly tone of voice that sent another jolt of desire rocketing down my spine and pooling in my stomach.
***
Mirr kailir - My king
Mirr ruyia - my love
Mirr haesd - my heart
omg imagine tom sending you some dirtttyyyy texts (and pics?) while you're in class to get you all flustered and wet and as soon as you make it home, you rip each other's clothes off and go at it until he says "how was your day, darling?" super casually bc that's the kind of motivation i need to stay in college uGH
Tom: thinking about you
You roll your eyes, ignoring as your boyfriend continues to type. His message to you is in the corner of your laptop as you pay attention to your professor, carefully taking down notes about what she’s talking about. That is, until you almost spit out the gum in your mouth when the next picture from Tom in his sweatpants, one hand over his very obvious bulge. You cross your legs, trying to dissipate the tension from between them as you exit out of the text conversation and try to pay attention to the lecture.
Once you get out, you send a quick text to tom telling him to knock it off since you’re in class for the next two hours.
Instead, he called you after you settled into class, waiting for your professor to start.
You had about ten minutes so you answered.
“Babe,” he grunts, and you can hear the slick sound of his hand around his cock.
“Tom, what are you doing? I’m in class,” you hiss, crossing your legs and looking around you nervously. The lecture hall was mostly empty, since there was time before class starts.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you, when you woke up, have all those pretty hickeys on your neck, fuck, babe, I need you,” he grunts, your name falling from his lips a few times as you simply listen, your breathing picking up.
“This is my last class, I’ll be home in two and a half hours.”
“Oh babe, I’ve got maybe five more minutes I can last,” Tom grunts.
You roll your eyes, trying to hide the flush in your cheeks, “you better be ready again when I’m back.”
“Oh are you wet babe? You wet in class thinking about me jerking off to the thought of you?”
You bite your lip, stifling a small groan, “yeah, yeah I am.”
“Fuck I can’t wait to get a taste of your pussy babe, gonna come just thinking about it, fuck.”
“Go ahead Tom,” you say, biting your lip and waiting to hear the telltale sign that he’s coming.
“Fuck, yes, god,” Tom grunts, and you hear panting as he comes, “Jesus darling, sure you can’t skip?”
“Positive, now go clean up and I’ll be back before you know it.”
The class proved incredibly difficult for you to pay attention in.
When you do get home, you’ve soaked through your leggings and you’re already stripping when you shut the door and shrug your backpack off. When you get to the bedroom, Tom is lying naked while watching TV and his eyes light up when he sees you in just your panties and bra standing in the door.
“Fuck, been waiting for ya,” Tom says, patting the bed next to him. He’s hard again, and his hand is wrapped around his cock while you strip the rest of your clothes off.
“Jesus tom, felt so fucking naughty listening to you get off while I was waiting for class to start.”
“Is that so? got nice and wet?” He smirks, biting his lip as you crawl onto the bed, straddling his hips.
“I don’t know tom, go ahead and check,” you giggle as he kisses down your neck, his curls tickling your chin.
Tom’s fingers swipe through your folds, feeling your slick as you grind down against him.
“Fuck, come on y/n, ride me, show me what you were thinking about in class,” Tom smirks as his cock nudges at your entrance.
You grip his shoulders as you lower yourself down onto him, both of you groaning when you sit down fully.
Tom’s hands are tight on your hips as you begin to movie, fully chasing your pleasure from the very beginning.
It’s not long before both of you are close, Tom sucking more marks along your neck and collarbones, his thumb rubbing your clit as you dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck, come on, come for me, babe,” Tom grunts, his cock twitching inside of you.
“Tom, fuck,” you moan, the knot inside of you releasing as Tom fills you up.
“So babe,” Tom smiles, rubbing your back as you both come down from your highs, “how was class?”
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Note: I was accidentally inspired by this post thread by the wonderful @neversatisfiedgirl and had to write this. Heads up: I use italics and bold to determine when Finn/Balor is speaking out loud or in your head. Let me know if any of it is confusing. This got away from me; oops. If you like it, maybe your friends will too. Pass it along with a reblog and maybe a comment. Enjoy!
“I’m not letting my chances pass me by. There is so much power here on Smackdown live, and so many of my peers let their morals, or their fears, or their imagined slights hold them back from taking what they deserve. Dolph’s whiney. Alexa can’t do anything without some Scottish help. And Finn Balor is afraid. I’m not like that. I can’t-“
Speak of the devil, Finn’s entrance took over the stage. He waltzed down to the ring, circling you with a dark gleam in his eyes.
“Finn.”
“Y/N. So, I’m afraid. That’s a bold statement.”
You licked your lip. Your back was to the ramp, not a good thing. And you were staring down the vessel of the Demon King, also not good.
He cocked his head to one side. “Afraid of w’at exactly?”
“The Demon.”
Finn straightened up. “Oh?”
The air thickened, catching as you tried to swallow. “Yes.” You tapped your chest. “You have the greatest power since the Undertaker under lock and key and we see him… when? Only when you are desperate? Finn, that’s been a terrible plan from the start. The second you get growly, or the pain comes out, the roster knows you’re close to snapping.”
He crossed his arms, daring you to go on.
Might as well. Besides, you were warming up to the idea. “We know you’re getting close. Your matches get snappier… you out-sassed Rollins this morning. And… didn’t you growl at Baron in your match last week? I mean, it’s about time. Baron definitely deserves to get his ass kicked after what he did to you for, what, four months or so? Then… Brock. And then there was your nearly silent Intercontinental Championship run. And now the Fiend shows up.”
“Careful, Y/N.”
His voice barely registered. You spun away towards the ropes. “Finn, when are you going to get it through your head?”
“Get what t’rough my head?” He was in your face when you turned back around. His hand flashed out to catch your wrist tight enough for bruising. “What are you tryin’ to say? That I’m not enough as a man to make a name for myself here? To take and hold titles? Sweetheart, if the Demon is a creation of the man, t’en who-“
“Then who is the more powerful? Right. And who is more powerful? The man too scared to let his dark shadows loose except for once a year or so?” You jutted your chin at him. “Or the man who lets the Demon play… and can still keep the chaos on the perfect leash?” You snatched your wrist back and danced around to behind him. “Let him out, Finn.”
Finn spun. “What!”
You grinned, spreading your arms. “Let him out! The Demon is the strongest being on the roster. Which, by extension, should make you the most feared, revered, powerful man here. But I don’t see that man standing here.”
Before he could retort or catch you again, you rolled out of the ring and high-tailed it up the ramp. If you had chanced a look back, the blue rage burning in his eyes would have sent a fearful shiver up your spine. Maybe then you would have been prepared.
***
Hand tape was the worst. A necessary evil, but such a pain. You huffed as another knot kept you from unraveling the cloth from between your fingers. The match with Alexa had shredded it, tangling it between the protective layers.
The lights above you flickered. Damn old arenas. At least this one had air conditioning.
“So, you think we’re afraid, mo chro?”
You dropped into a fight-ready stance and tried to scream, but an icy grip prevented you. The same grip brought you back to your feet and calmly walked you to face the wall. As the fear slightly receded from your shaking form, you could make out a familiar set of abs pressed against your back.
“Finn? You scared the hell outta me-“
“Not Finn. Though I’d like to scare the Hell into you, pretty thing.”
It was hard to swallow away the dryness in your mouth with his hand still around your throat. “Balor?” He growled affirmatively. “Please, I’m sorry, I- I just thought-“
“I know what you thought. We agree with you.” He brought his other hand up to your face, dragging a finger down your cheek. Tilting your head to one side, he drew it across your bottom lip. “We can’t have you calling us out like that. This universe is a game of chess. And you’re giving away the plan.”
You shivered. “The… plan? What plan?”
Balor chuckled, nearly setting your teeth to chattering. He rapidly sniffed up the side of your face and down again to your neck, relishing in the waves of terror. “You’re a smart woman. You’ve seen the pieces. The Warnings. The Signs. If others are too blind to see them, let them remain blind. They’ll figure them out eventually when we have what we want.”
“It’s alright, Y/N.”
“Finn?” Your eyes searched the ceiling, even though the voice was in your head.
“I’m here. I haven’t been holding him back. He’s been waiting to spring.”
Having him… sorta there was a comfort. The knots under your shoulder blades loosened. And an easier breath was able to make it through your lungs.
“And we think you should be rewarded for being so… insightful.”
“Observant.”
“Yes.”
Again, your muscles tensed. “Finn?”
“Yes, love?”
“What- what does he mean? Rewarded?”
“I think you know exactly what he means.”
Balor laid a gentle kiss on the top of your shoulder. From where his lips touched, a warmth started to spread. It reached for your pulse-point, sending a jolt to your heart that threatened to make it fly from your chest. More reached for your breast, like a warm mouth sucking on your nipple. Another wave caught the tight spot on your back, soothing it. Then it was gone, leaving a whine on your tongue. You gasped in frustration.
“Do you want this, Y/N?”
“Yes. Please, just-“
“You’ll have to be quiet. About many things.”
That gave you pause. The layers to the statement intertwined them. If you could not fulfill your end of the bargain, well… your pleasure was forfeit.
“I can be quiet. About everything.”
“Good Girl.”
With a snap of his fingers, the air crackled and you were whisked away. Ember came looking for you later. She found a note lying on the ground. Caught a ride with Finn. He wanted to discuss some things. The She-nom chuckled. “I bet he did.”
***
The silk sheets underneath your skin were extravagant. The silks around your wrists were too, but not having your full range of motion made your chest tight.
“Relax, dove.”
“It’s part of the reward.”
A hesitant gasp made it past your lips. “I… I thought I had to be quiet because you- we were going to-“
“There? Did you want us to fuck you against the wall like a whore?” A slow grin filled his face as you squirmed. Fearful twinges crawled up your ribs as he crawled over your body. At the fringes of your sight, his tendrils flitted between seen and unseen. Like lust-thirsty moths between blinks. “You did. You wanted us to ravage you. Make you ours.” He stopped and brought your noses together. Blue eyes ringed with just a hint of purple flitted down to your parted lips. “That plan hasn’t changed, Y/N. And we can still shred off that prim exterior and view the slut in the light. How about it?”
“Let the whore out, Y/N?”
“Yes. Finn, please-“
He cut you to a squeak with a simple nip at your neck. The same warmth flowed through your body as he kissed from one shoulder to the other. First, he was gentle. But as he worked his way back up to your lips, the closer the got, the hungrier he became. He bit down of your lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. You could imagine how you looked as he pulled back. Debouched, to say the least. And they hadn’t even started.
With a growl, he attacked your lips. Each curve of flesh was an enemy he needed to know fully. To taste deeply. You did your best to reciprocate. There wasn’t much you could do. Especially when his tongue began to explore your mouth, stealing your breath. Balor’s hands ran up your arms to the silk around your wrists. His thumbs pressed down on your pulse points to feel how hard your heart was beating. As if he couldn’t feel it thundering against his chest.
A chuckle rumbled through him. You were amusing.
“Mmm. A toy I’m going to play with all night until you are ruined.”
His gaze pinned you down better than the silks. Slowly, his hand began to trail down your body.
“How wet are you, love? We bet you’re dripping by now. Are you?” You arched into his touch as his thumb flicked over your nipple. “You’ve probably been dripping since we appeared in your dressing room. It’s so easy to know you, Y/N. With a mind like yours, what makes a woman as you drip is one that sees the threat in your eyes. They see everything. Connect the right strings to the right knots. You knew I’d come out to the ring to face you.” Chill bumps raised on your skin as his touch continued between your breasts down your stomach. “We saw your mind. We knew what you wanted. What you really wanted. Tell us. What did you want?”
“Confess.”
“I-“ The words were stolen as two fingers drew a line right above your sex. “I wanted you. Needed you. I wanted you to fill me over and over. Make me scream. Beg. Keep me on the edge for as long as you want. Whatever you wanted. I needed you to help me lose control.”
Balor reared back, leaving you chilled without his close body heat. Out of instinct, you curled in on yourself to not lose it. You twisted your hips to cover one leg with the other. Which also aided in hiding your desperate sex.
“Well look at the little princess, trying to cover herself up.” He took hold of your knees in a strong grip. You gulped as he spread them and licked his lips. Bray Wyatt didn’t deserve the title “Eater of Worlds” compared to the famine in Balor’s eyes.
“I agree with you. We’re about to devour you alive.”
You pulled on your bonds with a silent scream. Balor’s mouth over your lower lips sent wave after wave of electric pleasure across your body. His tongue. The slight graze of his teeth. His two fingers spreading you wider for his search for what made you tick. And he was loud. Moans. Hums of delight. Dark snickers into your thighs when he pulled back just as you were getting close. You bit your lip so you could hear him. His nails left long welts on the outside of your thighs. But he let you squeeze his head between them. When they began to shake, he sped up his efforts. Adding a third finger, he widened you further. The more he drank, the more your ears rang with energy in the air. Like sitting next to a car whose bass was too high. Throbbing and thrumming and out of your hands.
You willed up an effort to look down. The sight made you fall. So much passion in eyes filled with an inky blackness.
Balor leaned back as you started to whimper from sensitivity.
The silks released, and warm hands helped ease the ache out of your shoulders. “You doin’ okay, love?” It could be a hundred years past, and you’d never be able to pin down the difference in his face between Balor and Finn other than one word: softness.
“I’m wonderful,” you croaked.
“You think ya can handle a bit more?”
Finn rubbed your wrists, then pulled them back over your head. The silks attached to the headboard. “Good. Because we are nowhere near done with ya.”
Again, he set to torturing your neck. If you couldn’t breathe, then you couldn’t focus. You jolted at the first touch of this thigh between your legs. With his knee, he guided your legs back open, then slotted himself between them.
“You did well, being quiet last time. Now we want to hear you scream. You’re mine, Y/N. And all of Hell is going to know it. The Demon King’s whore isn’t going to hold anything back, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Close enough.”
He thumbed over your clit, laughing at your shudder. Still sensitive. He was going to use that. Inch by pleasurable inch, Balor worked his length into you. You whined long and high at the fullness once he was sheathed. Already your nerves were on edge with energy. You wanted him to move. But he stilled you with a hand to your tummy. One more deep kiss. He swallowed your screams caused by his first thrust. That sated him momentarily. Your mouth was released to cry out as he built up a rhythm.
“There she is. Do you like this? Being taken by a demon?”
“Yes,” you screamed. Your eyes crossed as he rotated his angle.
“There it is. You are ruined, Y/N.”
Ruined? Yes. Bothered? No.
Balor replaced further simple thoughts with his cock spearing you over and over. The headboard crashed into the wall. There was a crack, then the dull oomph of wood working through plaster to stone. You arched, catching sight of the damage. That’s what it felt like he was doing to you. Splitting you in half.
“Look at us, love.”
“Look at me.”
The pale ridges of his abs were crisscrossed with ribbons of red and black streaks. They flickered in and out as before until you couldn’t tell them apart. Both beings were fucking you. One and the other as one. Finn was the Demon. And the Demon, him. Still, his eyes. Blue like the hottest flame. And pupils swollen and black as sin. But his body was gleaming with a layer of sweat. Yours probably was too.
“You’re going to cum. And you’re going to let her out. The woman we know has been simmering under the surface. Scream for us. Let us hear her.”
Having sucked two fingers in his mouth, he began to circle them over your clit. You did as they commanded. The room, already filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and desperate demonic grunts, made space for your cries of pleasure. You called out both their names, begging brokenly between them when you had breath. The coil was ready to snap.
Balor leaned close to your ear and growled, “Cum.”
You did. He fucked you through it to his own release, heedless of the wet mess you’d made of the bed. Groaning your name, he stilled and filled you. Pumping to chase the last few sparks of pleasure.
A snap released your wrists. It also cleaned you up in a whisper of a breeze. When you could feel the sheets under again, they were no longer silk, but the ones at your hotel. Finn pushed your hair out of your face as you began to drift off. He gently kissed your forehead.
“Sleep well, mo chro.”
“Remember our deal, and we’ll remember you more.”
***
The next morning, you met Ember downstairs for coffee. “It must have been a short chat,” she said. “You were in bed asleep before I got here.”
How- never mind. You smiled. “Yeah. Short. Sweet. To the point.”
She side-eyed you. “Anything in particular?”
Finn stepped into the archway of the breakfast room. He knowingly caught your gaze.
“No. Nothing in particular.”
His eyes glazed black between blinks. And he smiled.
