#dom!prom

It all started with the hunter’s comment.

“Hey, Y/N. I knew you weren’t just a pretty face!” he’d saidwith a wink.

Who the hell says that in front of someone’s husband?

Prompto couldn’t be more furious!

The look on his face made everyone want to run! Except you,of course. You knew your husband was smart enough, not to start a fight withone of the last remaining hunters around Hammerhead. With the Darkness and itsDaemons spreading around Eos and with Gladio and Ignis away on their own hunts,Prompto could use all the help he could get.

If it were up to him, it would just be the two of you.

He knew you his whole life! He knew how good you were, evenbefore your skills were needed. Still, he didn’t appreciate the rest of thehunters calling out to you, especially the one who had just called you a‘pretty face’.

He didn’t have any right to do that.

You were his!

You belong to Prompto.

And he was gonna remind everyone of that!

Moving back to your shared room, you had only managed tostep inside when Prompto grabbed you by your waist, turning you to face him andpinning you to the wall behind you.

Prompto left wet kisses, trailing down from your neck toyour chest. You could feel his hot breath even if you were still wearing yourclothes. His knee moving to get between your legs, slightly rubbing againstyour already wet heat.

He broke the kisses to squint his eyes at you. There wasnothing but lust in his stare and you loved every fantasy of what a jealousPrompto was about to do to you.

Prompto smirked at you, watching as the gears in your mindturned; sharing the same ideas as you.

He moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, rubbing againstthe fabric of your jeans, putting just enough pressure to tease you.

He swallowed your first whimper with his mouth as he let histongue dance with yours.

“Prom…” you whined, breathless from all the need he wascreating. You wanted to feel him inside you. You needed him!

He left a trail of warm, wet kisses as he made his way tokneel in front of you, kissing just above you clothes, raising the helm of yourshirt just enough to kiss your lower stomach while taking care of your zipper.

The smirk on his face as he took your pants and panties ofwas everything you needed to get to panting, licking your lips as his lipshovered over your aching core.

“Don’t be shy now.” He smiled, not taking his eyes off your lustfilled stare “Tell me what you want!”

“I need you, Prom.” You breathed “Only you!”

“Well” he laughed a dark laugh “who am I to deny your needs?”he pushed your leg just above his shoulder, giving your pussy a long wet lickas you moaned his name, tangling your fingers inside his hair, tugging justenough for him to start moving; and Prompto happily obliged.

His tongue started darting inside and out of you, sendingpleasure waves throughout your every cell. You arched your back against thewall as your head dropped back in pure bliss. Prompto knew all your spots andhit each and every one of them in every stroke of his tongue; making you begfor more in mere seconds.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, babe?” you asked,really close to your release.

Prompto stopped at your words, moving his face away from youas he stood up to kiss you.

You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue.

He ripped your shirt off, buttons sent flying at the actionbefore he lightly bit your breasts.

“Do you?” his voice was dark and low “Bed. Now!”

He slapped your ass when you moved to do what he asked,getting the buttons on his own shirt undone, slowly as you laid on your back, standingon your elbows and staring up at him, biting your lip hard.

He was too slow for your taste, and need; but you knew, thatwas his way of punishing you.

You had made him jealous; and you were about to pay for it.

Prompto made took off his clothes completely, making his wayto crawl over you, licking and biting his way to your neck “You’ve been a badgirl, Y/N.” he said, nipping at your jaw as you closed your eyes in delight. Oh,you knew. You knew what you were doing to him. What that hunter’s words did tohim. As well as what he was about to do to you; and you loved every singlefantasy, you knew he was going to make true for you.

You were completely at his mercy!

Prompto grabbed both your hands, pinning them above yourhead. He kept leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along your jaw, neck and collarbone,leaving red marks as he bit and sucked wherever he could. Marking you. Makingsure everyone on the base knew you belonged to him. And only him!

He made quick work of your ripped shirt and bra as he tossedthem behind him before staring at your body “You’re gorgeous!” he smiled. Not asmirk, but a smile, filled with admiration and love.

Prompto growled as your hand made their way to his belt, unbucklingit and taking care of his zipper “You’re impatient, babe.” He smirked, pushingyour hands away gently before taking off his pants himself.

“Who do you belong to?” he said, giving a good couple ofstrokes to his already hard cock.

“Prom…” he breathed, staring at his movements, wantoverflowing from you.

“I guess I’ll have to drag it out of you then.” He bit hislip before getting comfortable between your legs, lining himself up with yourentrance “So tight, just for me.” He grunted while pushing himself inside you,slowly. You nipped at the spot where his shoulder and neck connected and hegave you a hard thrust, making you moan in his ear.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let them hear you!” he whispered,sending shivers down your spine as he kept thrusting in and out. Fast and hard.Just the way you liked it.

You locked your legs around his waist and he got deeper,hitting your spot just right as you screamed his name and he growled, gettinglost in the feeling of your walls around his cock.

Prompto’s movements became harder and more unstable as hegrabbed hold of the headboard above you, hitting it on the wall to match hisown thrusts.

You screamed his name as you both went off the edge. Cummingtogether like you always did. Prompto still thrusting and kissing your neck asyour walls clenched around him while he filled you up.

Once you both were calm, Prompto moved himself off you,still hovering above you as he kissed you softly “Are you alright?” he asked,concern filling his voice.

“If this is what I get for making you jealous,” you laughedas you run your hand through the hair on the back of his head “I should do itmore often.”

“If you like it rough, baby, all you have to do is ask.” He laughed,kissing the top of your head.

A knock on the door stopped you from answering.

“Guys? We heard screaming, you good in there?”

Prompto tensed, realizing it was the hunter from before butyou quickly turned his attention to you and your needs. Palming his cheeks withboth your hands and making him look at you.

“I’m ready for round two.” You smiled and he got to kissingyou again, ready for the second round as well.

“You still got your blindfold on?” Prompto asked you, makinghis way out of his pants.

“Yes.” You answered breathlessly as you heard the sound ofhis belt hit the floor, waiting for him patiently.

You and Prompto had been dating for five months. He alwayswas a sweetheart, loving and caring for you; but you loved him slightly morewhen he got like this. Possessive, primal. When his needs controlled hisactions. The sweet little chocobo you’d come to adore had a dominating side andyou loved every second you got to spend with it.

“Good” he growled as you sensed the movement on the bedunder you. You were sprawled on the bed, laying on your stomach, blindfoldcovering your eyes as you waited for him. “Youplay by my rules, got it?” he ordered while caressing your bare ass beforeslapping it with his hand. The stink of pain sent pleasure waives down yourevery cell and you moaned in response. “Good girl.”

Prompto didn’t waste any time, slapping your ass againbefore he entered two fingers in you. Moans and whimpers leaving your partedlips as you enjoyed the attention he was giving to your heat.

“Don’t hold back.” He ordered before hooking his fingers tofind your sweet spot “Cum for me!”

You followed his orders –you were playing by his rules,after all! Prompto kept pumping his fingers in and out while your wallsclenched around them. Once he was sure you had come down enough, he removedthem, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean “You taste so good,baby.” His husky, lust filled voice made you ready for more in no time.

“Please, sir.” You tried to turn around but he stopped you,stranding you and rubbing his hard cock against your ass “Please what, baby?”

“Please” you begged “I want to taste you. I want to takecare of you.”

The chuckle that left his lips was so dark, so filled withwant “Turn around” he ordered again “On your knees. Take the blindfold off.”

You wasted no time following that order. Making quick workof your blindfold and throwing it behind him as you moved to stand on all four;Prompto making his way to take the place you had before, laying on his back,stroking his cock as you brought your face closer to it. You grinned, movingbetween his legs. You took him in your hands and Prompto run his fingersthrough your hair.

“Take it slow.” He said “I want to feel everything!”

You licked your lips while looking at him through youreyelashes.

Doing as he asked, your movements were slow and steady.

You slowly started to stroke him before licking the tip, thesalty taste of his pre-cum was already evident. You weren’t the only one whoenjoyed this side of the both of you in bed.

You moaned as you took all of him in your mouth and he fellback, pushing his head into the mattress as you wobbled your head up and down,taking as much of him in your mouth as you could, hollowing you cheeks.

It took all of his will not to buck his hips at you, you alreadyhad him beep enough for him to feel the back of your throat.

You kept stroking and licking his shaft until he was closeto his release “Move” he said once he felt he was close “We cum together andthen I will give you what you really want.” He switched places with you again,getting comfortable between your legs as he wanted to get you as close as hewas.

Your eyes fell on him, biting your lip and moaning before heeven touched you. He leaned forward, licking your slit lightly. You tried tomove, grind against his tongue but he stopped you, holding you down with hishands while he moaned at your taste. He moved his tongue, licking between yourfolds and darting it in and out your heat as you moaned.

“Prom, I’m close.” You managed to warn him and he quicklymade his way next to you. Prompto turned you to your side as he laid behindyou, moving your leg above his thigh as you took hold of his shaft, strokinghim while he moved his fingers in and out of you. His thumb rubbed your clitand he smiled as you turned your head to kiss him. You cried out against his lipsas you both came together.

Prompto removed his fingers and slowly brought them to yourmouth “Lick them clean.” He said and you happily obliged, taking both thefingers between your lips and making quick work of them with your tongue,tasting yourself.

As soon as you were done, Prompto made his way to hoverabove you, kissing and licking your neck, collarbone and bare chest; teasingyour slit with his throbbing cock.

“Hands and knees, now!” moved off you, blue eyes watchingyour every move.

He lined himself with your entrance once you were in place,thrusting forward hard and making you cry out his name. Prompto wrapped a handaround your neck, putting enough pressure for you to want more. “Please” youbegged “More”

Slightly more pressure, making you move back to touch hissweaty chest with your back, his free arm wrapping around your waist as hebrought his lips to your neck as he kept his steady pace.

One of your hands moved to the back of his head, tugging hishair as his thrusts became more intense.

Prompto moved the hand he had on your waist to your foldsagain, rubbing against your clit, prolonging your already intense orgasm; thehand on your neck not letting go as he kept rocking in and out of you, close tothe edge himself. You cried out as you felt him twitching inside you. He left amark with his teeth where his lips used to be as he claimed you “Mine.” He gruntedwhile cumming inside you.

Once you were both done, Prompto removed himself slowly,hugging you from behind as he smiled against your neck while you kept panting “Ilove you.” he admitted, making you turn around fast, looking into his eyes,stunned. He’d never said that before. You hadn’t either, but you were certainabout your own feelings towards him. You practically jumped on him, bringinghim down against the mattress with all your might as he laughed and held youclose “I love you too.” Your teary eyes stared up at his beautiful, blushedface.

“I want you to meet the guys.” He said lowly while caressingyour cheek. You knew he meant his friends; after his home had fallen, Promptodidn’t have anyone else left, other than them and you, so this was a huge stepfor the both of you. He was asking you to meet his family.

Prompto sensed the worry in your eyes, he knew what wastroubling you and he quickly set your mind at ease while keeping you close tohim, your head on his chest as he caressed your hair and kissed the top of yourhead “They are gonna love you, don’tworry!”

You smiled against him, thinking that you both had finallyfound something good, something worth fighting for.

She immediately caught her composure, shaking the sleepies out of her head completely before answering.

“Heeeeeey, girl!”

“Alright, who is he?”

“Who’s who?”

“The lucky fella who knocked yer pussycat seven ways from Sunday”, she teased.

Muerlin’s eyes shot open with her friend’s comment. Oh, Gods…did she know? Was she suspicious from last night? She knew she had a terrible poker face and it’s not like Prompto made it any easier. She could kill that beautiful blonde bastard.

“And hoooowwwww d’ya know that?”, Muerlin asked her friend trying desperately to sound casual.

“Cuz yer a freak of nature an’ don’t get cramps like the rest of us”, Cindy retorted with a tremendous amount of sass.

“Uhh..well, there’s a first time for everything”, the silver haired woman chuckled, fully aware she’s been caught.

“Very funny, now spill it”, the button nosed blonde demanded, “I want all the details. What’s his naaame? What’s he liiike? Is he cuuute? Tell me everythin’!”

Muerlin giggled at her friend’s enthusiasm finally giving into her demands rolling onto her back. “He’s…amazing”.

“In bed?”, Cindy teases.

“Well, yeah”, Muerlin chuckled, “but…really. He’s beautiful. Not just his face. He has such a vibrant way of being. So free…able to appreciate the subtle things in life and the world around him”. Muerlin stared in awe at the ceiling as dust floated through the sun rays that shone above her, completely submerged into her thoughts, leaving her grease monkey friend stunned. “He has such a passionate soul, yet he’s…grounded. Kind and…amorous. Very bold, but considerate. There’s a simplicity to him, yet…so sui generis”.

“Sue said wha’?”, Cindy interrupted her friend’s rambles.

“Unique”.

“Ooo la la, practicin’ yer French?” Muerlin giggled, “Latin”. “One thang’s for sure, this ain’t like you one bit”, the button nosed blonde’s cheery, upbeat twang lowered to vivid sincerity. Muerlin leaned forward in bed, an uneasiness brewing in her gut due to her friend’s sudden change in tone.

“Whaddya mean?”, she softly asked, slightly concerned with her friend’s answer.

“Hunny..how long’ve we known each other?”

“About 5 years”.

“If I’ve learned anythang from you is that you never, ever, ever….talk like that ‘bout just any ol’ thang unless it’s real special to ya”, she explained.

“…W..what’re you saying?”

“I’m just wonderin’ if yer gonna see him again”. Muerlin’s eyes widened. “Cuz…it would be a real shame if…this was just a…one time thang, y’know?”, Cindy’s tone sweetened.

Muerlin mulled over her friend’s words for a moment. She was never one to allow herself to get attached to anyone, let alone fall in love, but here she was…falling for Prompto…longing for him to hold her once more. His secure grasp taming the beast within her, yet he soothed her with affection and gentility rather than lash her with crudity and judgement to control her. He was a man of purity, like a simple cloud before the lightning struck the Earth leaving a permanent impression upon it’s surface. So soft and welcoming, beautiful, tranquil, yet strong, forceful, bold. He left an impression…her body was weak…but her heart ached for him…her arms yearned for his embrace…but did he want the same? Was she enough to really make him happy?…Or was it just a one time thing?

“Muerlin…?” The woman was torn from her thoughts. “…yeah?”

“Don’t torture yerself like that”. Of course, Cindy knew exactly what her friend was thinking. “It ain’t good fer ya”. Muerlin remained silent for a moment. “Cindy…have you….ever been in love?”

“Hm”, she pondered, “well, yeah. Wit’ the garage, my work”. Muerlin lightly chuckled at her friend’s answer although she wasn’t surprised. “That’s not what I meant”.

“Well, what’s the difference? Love is love no matter who or what it’s for. ‘Slong as it makes ya happy”, she affirmed. “Like yer art! It’s yer passion. Ya study it, hone yer skills, fine tune yer technique”, she explained. “Sure, it ain’t always sunshine an’ rainbows an’ there are gonna be some roadblocks here an’ there, but if yer love is real, ya push through ‘em. See it through to the very end because ain’t nothin’ more rewarding to the soul than true love”.

“Yeah”, she softly replied as she gently placed her palm against the empty half of the bed, exhaling in contentment at the subtle warmth. “…you got that right”.

Cindy smiled, satisfied with the pleasant tone in her friend’s voice.“Anywoo, I better be headin’ back before Prompto gets trampled by a herd of mini-skirts”.

“Hey,Cindy…”, Muerlin stuttered a bit.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks”.

“Anytime, Shug”, her tone suddenly returned to it’s general cheerfulness. “Now getchur hine up here, ASAP”.

“Alright, alright”, Muerlin chuckled, “see ya soon”.

“See ya”, Cindy delightfully replied before hanging up the phone.

Muerlin exhaled mirthfully, finally fully awakened, at the sunshine that engulfed the room. A smile stretched across her face before she hopped out of bed toward the shower. As the sun’s rays danced across the room, a light rainbow roamed over her eye emitting a sweet smirk from the woman. “I’m going, I’m going”, she chuckled.

12:57.

Due to the tranquil atmosphere, like it usually was during the early afternoon, Six took this time to do a little cleaning. She wiped the counter with a damp rag, feeling very content with her handiwork, before she heard a blatant yawn coming from the bar. She turned to address it’s source, revealed to be Prompto with his fifth cup of tea in hand.

“Alright, what gives?” Prompto turned his attention to his supervisor, who wore a curious smirk, hand against her hip. “Hmm?”

“That’s your fifth cup in less than 5 hours”, she affirmed wrinkling her nose in repulsion. “I can smell it from here”. She held the back of her hand against her nose in attempt to block the potent stench that floated from the blonde’s cup. “What’d you put in that?”, her voice muffled. “Like…7 different black teas and about 10 tablespoons of sugar”, he replied nonchalantly.

Six’s eyes widened at his response. “WHAT?!”, she blurted in disbelief, “ That’s like 400 milligrams of caffeine! Are you TRYING to give yourself a heart attack or something?”

“Nah, just tryin’ to wake up”, he replied after he took a long sip of his beverage, followed by another yawn. “And you’re STILL tired”, the woman shrieked. “Did you get any sleep last night?”, she worriedly asked the man as he reached around to the side of his neck opposite from Six. “Uhhh…not much”, he chuckled remembering last night’s events, rubbing the sore blemish Muerlin left him, “I was a little….preoccupied”.

The woman raised an eyebrow at the little goof. He looked like he was in pain…but he was smiling? “That right?…with what?”, she asked with her arms crossed. He paused for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. “Oh,y-y’know…”, he stuttered receiving a light grin from his supervisor. “Yeah, I think I do”, she lightly chuckled as she continued her cleaning, “lil’ playboy, you…buuut I guess I can’t really judge”, she admitted. “We’ve all had our flings here and there”.

“Yeah…”, he somberly replied, signalling the woman that he was bothered. She returned her gaze to the little chocoboy. “Prommie?”

He realized he didn’t really handle his feelings in the most traditional way and, let’s be honest, he was taking a huge risk here, but despite that…he didn’t want this to be a fling. Muerlin was more than that to him and last night was one of the best times of his life. Feeling her body squirm underneath his, her symphonic wails echoing through his eardrums, the slight panic from her predacious desires, even the wound she left…it was intoxicating. He was addicted to the chaos that overcame his mind…the overall adventure that is Muerlin…but what did she see? A fling…? Or something more?

“Um…what if…you did something and…it was wrong, but…to you, it just felt right?”. He felt Six’s empathy. “Oh, Prom”, she sighed before leaning her back against the counter, “you’re so young”, she lightly chuckled. “Our world is chalked full of rules and regulations that not all of us can really live up to”, she explained. “We’re only human. It’s stupid to think we could possibly make gold every single time”. She turned toward him, recognizing the guilt in his pout. “…but it’s even more stupid to settle for gold…if you’re happier with silver”.

Prompto’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly met her gaze. A friendly yet dexterous grin stretched across her face. His freckled cheeks flushed. “Better chill those rosy cheeks before babygirl gets here”, Six lightly teased the red chocobo. “Don’t wanna give babygirl any ideas”. Prompto cleared his throat and lightly shook his head. “Yeah, heh-heh…wouldn’t want that”.

A light giggle escaped Six’s lips as she returned to her prepping. He could tell she was suspicious, but she wasn’t stupid. She was a member of the Kingsglaive for goodness sake. Still…she was right. He wanted more with his lover and there was nothing wrong with that. There was no reason to panic. He gingerly glanced toward the clock taking a sip from his tea when suddenly…

*door chime*

“BABYGIIIIRL!”

Prompto gasped sharply in excitement, accidentally inhaling his tea. Hot tears built in his eyes as he stifled a vicious cough that would’ve sent his tea flying onto the register.

“MOMMA SIIIIX!”, Muerlin skipped toward her friend, arms wide open. Prompto felt the hot beverage course through his nostrils, the cinnamon setting his entire face on fire. As they hugged, he forced his drink down his throat releasing a loud exhale.

“Prompto, look who finally showed up”, Six cheerfully stated before she forwarded her eyebrow at the young man pro-asphyxiation. “You alright?”, she asked. Muerlin’s eyes widened with concern. Not wanting his love to worry, he patted his chest with his fist, giving her his usual goofy smile. “Yeah, yeah”, he choked before clearing his throat.

Muerlin giggled at his obvious attempt to appear sane. “Wow, is this new?”, Six suddenly exclaimed toward Muerlin’s outfit. “Oh, nah, just some stuff I found in the drawers”, she replied showing it off.

That’s right! He had completely forgotten she didn’t have any extra clothes. The blonde averted his wide eyed gaze to the silver haired woman, marveling at the exquisite ensemble she put together. She wore one of his favorite tank tops, black and coated in skulls, as a dress and wrapped his spiky studded belt around her waist, one of his neck ties aesthetically lashed around her upper thigh, into a bow, as a sort of garter. He was absolutely blown away. He always imagined her wearing his shirts on lazy Sunday afternoons like in those cheesy TV movies, but he still wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. The way his shirt wrapped around her perky breasts and how it was just low enough to keep her lower body hidden, but just high enough to show off her tattoo, the way his belt hugged her waist. His eyes kept darting to the bandanna around her thigh. He bit his lip lightly as he gazed at her glistening flesh, wishing he could replace the flimsy piece of fabric with his hand…or his teeth.

“Well, it’s ‘bout dang time”, Cindy’s delighted twang echoed from behind Prompto, yanking him from his daze. She placed her hands upon her hips as she approached her friend. “A second longer and I would’ve had to-”, she suddenly went silent, staring point blank at Muerlin’s face. The silver haired woman pulled back slightly as her button nosed friend forwarded her eyebrows, decreasing the distance between their faces. Cindy gasped,“…you ain’t wearin’ makeup?!”

WHAT?

Prompto felt a tremor in his trousers as he lifted his gaze to Muerlin’s clean face. “Ohmygosh! She isn’t!”, Six exclaimed. “Look at your cute chubby cheeks”, she cooed at the blushing woman in front of her, as she gently squished her cheeks with her hands emitting playful squeaks and giggles from the silver haired woman’s throat. She was so cute….just way too cute. The light freckles that dusted her nose were much more visible than usual. The sight made him melt, he suddenly felt an intense warmth in his chest, a yearning to feel the natural softness of her nude lips. So genuine, yet still so…rare. She looked even more perfect than normal. It was driving him mad.

“Holy shit…”, he accidentally whispered in an exhale, alerting the girls to meet his gaze. Six raised a suspicious eyebrow at the young plebe with a light smirk on her lips. “You alright there, sweetie?”

“Uh…y-yeah”, he shook his head lightly. “Yeah”. His gaze never leaving Muerlin’s cyan orbs, he lightly smiled. “You look nice”, he sweetly complimented his lover, “bound to turn a few heads”. Muerlin could feel the heat emitting from his cobalt pools and couldn’t help, but lightly blush. “Why, thank you, Mr. Argentum”.

Cindy chuckled, amused by their banter, before turning her attention to the clock. 1:15. “Oh shoot, Shug, ya mind helpin’ me out?”, she asked as she proceeding to lead her to the back room. “I needa remake all the samples before that condescending chatterbox shows up”.

“Oh, bloody hell”. Muerlin followed her friend with a giggle, still feeling Prompto’s laser gaze upon her face until she disappeared from his view. He returned his attention to his supervisor grinning at him. “Looks like she’s already turned a head”, she teased before she reached over Prompto toward the register to clock out for lunch.

“Be back in 30″, she chanted before grabbing her bag. “Where ya goin’?” Prompto leaned over the counter toward Six as she removed her apron. “Gotta go pick up the pumpkin scones I ordered from midtown”. The blonde raised an eyebrow. “You ordered them…even though we’ve got tons of them here we can make for free?” Placing her hands upon her hips, she tilted her head, offering a sassy smirk at her little chocoboy. “You really think I felt like making 3 dozen pumpkin scones by myself?” “Oooohhhh”, Prompto nodded, “probably not”. “Exactly. Besides…”, she lowered her voice, “the more we have here, the more we get to ourselves during closing time”. Prompto chuckled and shrugged, “hey, can’t argue with that”. The woman grinned to the boy, presenting a wink before making her way toward the exit. “Later, kids”. She waved at the freckled blonde as she retreated. “Later”, Prompto replied with a smile.

1:26.

“Just. In. Time”, Cindy cheered, stretching her fatigued limbs, as she approached the front counter. “Thanks a bunch, Shug”. “Anytime”, the silver hair woman replied following her friend, naturally catching the attention of her blonde boss.

“Whatever keeps Loqi off your back”, Muerlin smirked. He often criticized Cindy’s abilities when it came to making tea since she was known for putting mountains of sugar in them. They were always delicious, regardless, but you were definitely in for a massive sugar rush. “Well, y’know what they say”, Cindy continues as she removes her apron and clocks out for the day, “…ain’t got anythin’ nice to say, don’t say nothin’ at all”.

“Unless it’s Loqi”, Prompto interjected from the other side of the counter, “then you DEFINITELY say something”. The little country girl chuckled at her boss, playfully punching his shoulder. “That’s what yer for”. The tall blonde pouts at his associate’s remark. “That’s all?”, he whined. “Of course not”, Muerlin replied in her soft angelic tone, lifting herself onto the counter to sit. “You’re also here keep me company”, she added with a sensual smile. He narrowed his gaze at her slightly, taking a low mischievous tone. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, someone’s gotta distract ya from punchin’ Loqi in the face”, Cindy affirmed, completely oblivious to what her friend actually meant by her statement.

“Then perhaps a wind up toy to keep him busy”, an unpleasantly familiar voice sliced through the serene atmosphere, “unless that’s still too much for him to handle”.

The group diverted their attention to a smug Loqi, glaring at Prompto, to which the freckled plebe returned with a soft glare. Not so much for the insult, but in anticipation for his reaction when he finally noticed Muerlin’s nude face.

As he directed his attention to the silver haired woman, he gasped. Her eyes widened slightly. “Uhm…hi, Lo-”. “Muerlin”, he abruptly cut her off, “you abandoned your cosmetics?”

“Just for today”, she timidly brushed her silver locks from her face. “Kind of wasn’t feelin’ it”. Loqi quickly approached her, taking hold of her hand with both of his own. Prompto’s scowl intensified. He had the nerve to touch her like that?

“My dear”, Loqi’s slimy voice coursed through Muerlin’s ears, “you have always been a divine beauty, but today, not even the Glaceon herself could compare to your perfection”.

Cindy rolled her eyes emitting a light sigh while Prompto silently raged behind her. His ocean eyes began to shift to a crimson. Muerlin, absolutely dumbfounded, had no words.

“I cannot contain my desires any longer”, the melodramatic blonde continued before lowering himself to a single knee, much to Muerlin’s embarrassment. “WOOOOAH”, Cindy hollered in shock. Prompto, completely overcome with fury, clenched his fists. His knuckles snow white. Cindy’s cry alarmed multiple customers whose attention was now on Loqi and Muerlin. Her face now strawberry red. “Oh, bloody hell”, she growled in an inaudible whisper trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone. That does it. The now inflamed Prompto thought to himself as he began to approach the two.

“Muerlinian Zephyr”, the parasitic blonde started.

“Oh, dear…”, Muerlin softly whispered, absolutely terrified of his next words.

I’m gonna kill-

*door chime*

“THE FUUUUUN HAS ARRIIIIIIIIVED!!!”, Six burst in, loudly singing, striking a dramatic pose, spinning a white box in one of her hands. The crowd erupts into applause at her extravagant entrance completely taking the attention from a disappointed Loqi and absolutely elated and grateful Muerlin. “Thank ya v’ry much”, she responded to their gesture with a heavy Elvis imitation before making her way to the group at the counter.

The multiple facial expressions of her employees poked at her curiosity, especially as Loqi lifted himself from his knee, giving her a dirty look to which she lightly returned with a raised eyebrow. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing!”, Muerlin blurted out suddenly, hoping up from her seat before quickly grabbing the box Six was carrying and racing toward the back.

“Nothing”, Prompto calmly replied, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed with his attention turned toward the window pane, obviously still bothered.

“I was actually jus’ leavin’”, Cindy over-cheerfully stated before making her way toward the door, giving everyone a wave. “See ya’ll later”, she shouted before scooting out the door.

Six returned her gaze to Loqi.

“Nothing…”, he snarled in a low tone.

*GASP*

The three immediately turned their attention to the back room.

“Babygirl?!”, Six called out to the young woman as she approached the bar only to be halted by a hyped up Muerlin whose face was half stuffed with scone. “They’re pumpkin flavored”, she exclaimed in a muffled squeal receiving a light giggle from her supervisor. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. You’ll choke”, Six chuckled at the girl.

The overall atmosphere returned to it’s normal tranquil vibe. For all, but two. Loqi ignored the playful banter of the two women and silently clocked in. Prompto stared intensely wishing he had gotten the chance to bash his head against the counter. He suddenly shifted his gaze to Muerlin, who was pleasantly enjoying the sweets. Suddenly the fire in his gut returned, his blood boiling under his freckled flesh and…for some reason, his jeans seemed a little…extra tight.

2:40.

The day went on rather smoothly, which was surprising given the fact it was lunchtime. With the cafe’s dream team on duty, business was booming, yet it was manageable and actually pretty chill. Customer’s were cordial and cooperative, mostly chatting it up with Prompto and Muerlin.

Well, they were at least trying to chat with Prompto. For the last hour, he was on autopilot which wasn’t unusual when he daydreamed about Muerlin, and he was so used to the regular routine of conversation that his customers never noticed, but this time was different. This wasn’t a daydream.

Only one ear was receiving his female customer’s words, while his other was fixed on Muerlin’s harmonious voice. He made direct eye contact with the woman merely shifting his focus to his lover standing a fair distance behind her. Those sharp eyes weren’t just for photography.

He felt a tightness in his chest when the woman asked about the scene Loqi made earlier. Damn you, woman. He thought to himself at her question. He wasn’t quite over that, but the increased business helped with distracting him from it. Until now, anyway.

His autopilot betrayed him for a moment as he glanced at the silver haired woman. He doesn’t even know what he replied with, but it granted a content nod with a “yeah, I guess so” and she proceeded to leave so he wasn’t worried about it.

He returned his gaze to his lover. Her smile was bright, she was obviously very content despite earlier events and for some reason…that bothered him. How could she be smiling? He wasn’t. How was she not as bothered as he was? Did she enjoy it? Logically he knew he had no real reason to be angry with her and it’s like he really officially claimed her as his, but…she was still his.

One thing was for sure, thank the Gods for aprons. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Prompto’s pants were just as tight as before due to a slight protrusion against his thigh. His constant staring didn’t help either. Damn her…how dare she be so perfect? How dare she have the ability to tease him so easily without even doing anything? Oh, no…he wasn’t having that. He was in charge and she needed to remember that.

“Hey, Prom”, Six called to the blonde, only barely pulling his attention away from Muerlin. “What’s up?”, he replied in a slightly forced cheery tone. “It’s 2:45. Why don’t you take a 15 and grab a couple of scones”, she kindly suggested fully aware that he was bothered. She didn’t know from what exactly, but she knew a likely way to cheer him up was King’s Knight and a couple of treats.

Not wanting to worry his supervisor to the point of being interrogated, he reluctantly complied. “Alright”. He pulled his apron over his head before retreating to the back. A satisfied smile planted on Six’s face. He grabbed one large scone from the box before sitting himself upon a wooden crate, pulling his phone from his pocket to play King’s Knight.

“Hey, Muerlin!”, Six addressed the young woman. “Yeah?”, she cheerfully replied, tightening the knot in Prompto’s chest, as she skipped toward the counter. “In 10 minutes, you mind cleaning the bathroom?” Prompto bit into his scone, nonchalantly, as he played his game.

“You don’t have to scrub. Just tidy it up a bit, please?” “Sure”, Muerlin nodded with a smile, “no sweat”. “Thanks, babygirl”. “No problem, momma”, Muerlin winked at her friend adding a cute two finger salute. Prompto seemingly tried ignoring the two, but lightly huffed in offense toward Muerin’s cheery attitude.Damn you, woman.

2:53.

Muerlin removed her apron and made her way to the back room, puzzled by the fact that Prompto was no where to be found. Maybe he went out through the back for a bit? She’d check after she was finished in the bathroom. Kneeling before the cabinet under the bar, she searched for the sponges and disinfectant spray, surprised to find them gone.

What the heck? They were always in here. Well, they were supposed to be anyway. Then, she recalled that time Loqi put them in the bathroom in an attempt to help her, despite the fact that he grabbed the wrong bottle. However, seemed this time, he picked the right one. Huh…looks like he wasn’t all bad.

Muerlin shut the cabinet before standing and proceeding to the bathroom. As she opened the door, she propped herself against it to grab her phone from her boot. A handy place to stash it after all. Growing a little worried from Prompto’s disappearance, she began typing a message as she entered the unlit bathroom, letting go of the door letting it shut behind her.

Me: You’re supposed to be back in 5 minutes. >.< Where are you, silly??

Before she could send the message, her phone is swiped from her grasp and a solid pressure coats her mouth, muffling her startled cry. Her back is plastered against a firm surface, a warmth emitting from it, the room still pitch black. She clutched onto the mysterious force against her face desperately trying to pull it away, only for its grip to tighten. She felt the unknown being’s hot breath against her neck, giving her goosebumps. She shuddered at the foreign sensation before a second hand abruptly groped her breast, roughly massaging it.

The silver haired woman was beside herself with disbelief. What was happened right now? Who the hell was this person handling her like this? Her eyes snapped open as she remembered the cleaning supplies missing from the cabinet.

Loqi.

A spark flickered in the pit her stomach, a raging fire course through her veins. How dare he have the nerve to touch her this way?! To play with someone else’s toys? To try to horde in on what already belonged to Prompto! Oh, fuck no! The woman built up all of her strength to shove the man’s back against the wall, briefly knocking the wind out of him. Her survivor instincts kicking in, she took the brief opportunity to loosen his grasp on her body enough to attack.

“You disgusting pile of shit!”, she growled at her assailant before planted a concrete slap across his face. The solid impact lightly knocking the man off balance causing him to completely let go of the woman. As she hurried for the light switch, she reached into her bra retrieving a black pocket knife, steering it directly toward her attacker cursing him under her pants. Upon flipping the switch, her eyes widened. She stood, paralyzed, still wielding her weapon. Her breath hinged.

“..P..Prompto?”

The man slowly straightened his stance, his right cheek flaming from her whip-like assault to his flesh. Muerlin’s heart crackled upon the sight. Like she had just kicked a puppy. Once he finally straightened himself, he turned his gaze to the startled woman. His eyebrows forwarded, his blackened orbs piercing into her fragile spirit like daggers. She was taken aback by his menacing glare. It wasn’t like him…it was like he hated her…and, much to Muerlin’s surprise, she was actually a little frightened.

His gaze lowered suddenly sending a chill up the vulnerable woman’s spine. “I…I’m sorry”, she blurted out, “I thought you were-”. “Loqi?” His voice was low and rasped, a wave of heat engulfed her panties. Nonono…why was she enjoying this? This fear she was experiencing. Why was it turning her on?

“Is that who you wanted it to be?”, he growled at the conflicted woman. “Wha-”. “You were gonna kill me for him?”, he cut her off. That’s when the woman finally realized she was still wielding her knife, pointing it directly at Prompto’s chest. Yet still petrified by his demeanor, her arm never wavered. “N-No! I would nev-”. Suddenly approaching her in mid-sentence, he slaps the blade from her hand sending it flying across the room. A startled gasp escaping her throat.

With a yank of her wrist, Prompto spun her body against the wall he was previously against. She lowly grunted at the solid impact against her back before returning her gaze to the blonde’s wicked ogle. His cobalt iris’ blackened with avidity and she could’ve sworn there was a shimmer of red within the depths of his stare.

“You wanted him”, he hissed to the woman. What? He didn’t really believe that…did he? “Prompto, I swear, I-”. “Shut up!”, the man growled before clasping his palm against her mouth, her head held still against the wall to keep her from escaping his grasp. She whimpered at his aggressive touch, clutching onto his hand. A sinister grin stretched across his face.

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?”

Muerlin’s eyes widened. Her heart hammering against her chest at his surprisingly gentle tone to his cold statement. A shiver coursed up her spine as his callused fingers slithered up her bare thigh, slowly lifting her dress. “Yeah…you are”.

Prompto lightly bit his lip as the heat radiating from her lace panties ghosted over his knuckles. “I know you too well, Muerlin”, he continued as he graced the woman with a  loving smile, curling his index finger around the lining of her panties. “You like to challenge, don’tcha?”. His voice nearing a whisper as he slowly slide her panties down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor. Muerlin was far too distracted with her disturbed arousal from lover’s bizarre behavior to notice his maleficent tentacles fondling her dripping heat. “Yeah…you challenged Loqi to see if he can make you cum as hard I can, huh?”, Prompto hissed at his frightened lover, lining his digits to her steamed entrance. The fear clashing with abysmal desire in her dilated pupils intensifying the man’s whirlwind of arousal.

His villainous gaze suddenly returning. The thought of his beloved Muerlin beckoning another man sprang a horrid flame in his gut. His glare intensified the more he pondered, the red in the depths of his pupils resurfaced as his rage amplified.

“…Well, let’s find out.”

A startled cry shoots from Muerlin’s throat against the blonde’s hand as Prompto abruptly stuffs three digits into his silver haired lover’s dripping sex, aggressively hooking his fingertips against her g-spot. Clutching onto his wrist for dear life, the overwhelming sensation of her intrusion sent her eyes to the back of her skull probing her to shut them.

“Don’t you dare shut your eyes!”, he lowly growled, further digging his fingers into the tender spot against her inner walls. “Look at me”, he demanded to which she formidably obeyed as he mercilessly wrenched at her drenched cunt. His wrist ground against her sensitive clit. “Good girl”, he whispered before removing his hand from her face, immediately crashing his lips against hers. Intruding her mouth with his tongue, Prompto absorbed her pleasured cries responding with soft moans against her lips.

As their tongues danced, the blonde began lowering the upper half of his tank top from the woman’s chest, exposing her lace covered bosom. Goosebumps coated her fresh as the chill of the room grazed its surface. Then, as Prompto lowered the padding of her bra, he abruptly pulled his lips from hers, replacing them with his palm once again. Leaning forward slightly, the blonde engulfed Muerlin’s breast into his mouth emitting a sudden shriek from her throat as he flicked his tongue against her budding nipple while still ravaging away at her now sore pussy.

The helpless Muerlin melted in her euphoric torment. Her fear and unfathomable delight crippled her fragile body. Bittersweet tears fell from her lagoon eyes at the foreign phenomenon, this blissful pain. She couldn’t take much more. Her mind, her body was about to cave, already nearing it’s end. She was about to break.

Prompto rose from Muerlin’s flushed chest, as the salted streams flowed down her cheeks glazed over his hand, to meet her gaze. Her bare face glistening from the delicate downpour was like an arrow through the freckled plebe’s heart. Gods, she’s gorgeous. Yet, the crimson within his pupils shone clear as day as was reminded of the way Loqi stared, how he held her hand nearly offering himself to her.

And what if she had accepted? He pondered how that leech would ruin this perfectly flawed monument of the Astrals. He was unfit. Unworthy to be bestowed upon her beauty…besides, she wasn’t Loqi’s. She was Prompto’s and it was up to him to remind her.

“What’s wrong?”, Prompto asked as he withdrew his hand from Muerlin’s face. She winced in slight pain from the gust of air that suddenly hammered against her lungs before Prompto seized her throat with his dampened palm, slowly applying pressure as his rage increased. Muerlin grasping onto her aggressive lover’s wrist. “Is this what you want?”, he growled as he clenched onto the woman’s thigh, lifting her leg, slamming the clothed erection against her aching heat. A sharp inhale escaping the frail beast’s lips at the sudden collision.

“You want this cock inside that tight pussy of yours?” His rasped whisper overwhelming her nearly broken body with lust. Her teal pools scorching with passion and need for her punishment. “Yes”, she replied in a choked sob. “What was that?” He cruelly began grinding his clothed bulge against her folds as he continued to squeeze her larynx. “You want me? Or do you wanna see if Loqi can do better?”

“No” she pleaded under his grasp, “…please”. “Please what?”, the blonde asked as he continued to grind against her. “Please…punish me”, she begged, coaxing her lover to tighten his grasp, “I need you..”. Her vision clouded as her consciousness began to fade. The pounding of her heart slamming against her eardrums. All other sound was lost. Her fingernails slightly puncturing his skin as tears still continued to drench her face down to his wrist, lightly stinging his wounds. “Please…”.

Witnessing her in this state was enough motivation for Prompto to pound her into the wall…but this wasn’t about him.

“…No”, Prompto replied gingerly releasing her throat and gracefully lowering her leg back to the floor, his antagonistic behavior subdued. Muerlin gasped for air upon his yield, her vision returning, the hammering in her head ceased as her heartbeat regulated.

Her puzzled and dampened eyes darted from sea to sea as the blonde allowed his lover to catch her breath. A heavy huff exited his nose as he bowed his head slightly, his brows still forwarded as if he was still angry.

Was he?

She hesitantly lifted her trembling hand to embrace his freckled cheek. “Prom”.

A startling snatch of the wrist emitted a gasp from the woman before his lust filled gaze returned to her. Muerlin silently stared with puffy eyes, her tears finally dried. What’s he going to do? He must still be angry.

“Prom, I’m so-”.

“Turn around”, the blonde commanded in a lowly tone, “against the wall”. Wasting no time, she did as she was told as to not antagonize her lover. Her breasts plastered against the freezing tile. “Bend over”, he further instructed. Steadying herself with her palms against the wall, she took a few light steps back letting her upper body sink as she stuck her ass out for the demanding young man.

Barely peeking behind her, she witnessed the blonde gaze upon her exposed rear. Perfectly rounded, firm and smooth to the touch. She melted at the man’s touch, anxiously awaiting his next move. His cold expression never wavered despite his obvious fixation on her rear end. A sudden strike to her flesh released a stifled cry from Muerlin’s throat as she tightly slammed her eyes shut.

A harder smack soon followed releasing another stifled cry, slightly louder than the one before. She winced at the light sting against her nerves, keening at the blonde’s teasing. An even harder smack rang through the room. A sudden jolt of the woman’s small body jiggling her cheeks against his palm as an audible huff escaped her lungs. Resulting in another smack, and another, and another. The final strike revealed Prompto’s arousal as a soft exhaled moan swifts past his gritted teeth.

Muerlin’s eyes remained shut as the blonde slide his leg in between hers, applying a light pressure instructing her to separate them. The hot steam from her breath coating the tiles as she panted against the wall. While her mind raced in extreme hysteria as she nervously anticipated her lover’s actions, Prompto silently lowers himself into a crouch.

Placing gentle kisses over the pink print beaming from her sore bottom sinking down until he is eye level with her tender heat. Still raw from his earlier assault. Prompto licked his lips at the sight of the confection that beckoned his eager taste buds, intensifying his need for its rich nectar.

Muerlin’s thighs tensed as his breath grazed her aching sex, inhaling sharply. “Prompto”, she neurotically huffed. “Cover your mouth”, he lightly whispered before abruptly gliding his tongue against her entrance, emitting a sudden whine from the woman that was intercepted by a clasped hand to her mouth.

Her fingers curled against the tile as Prompto swirled his tongue within her rigid walls, lavishing in the sweet nectar he so deeply craved that perfectly complimented her scent of lavender. Even in her disheveled state, his infatuation for her grew more and more. So much more that he graciously obliged to endure the throbbing pain of within the depths of his jeans.

All he cared for was her proving his love by granting her immeasurable pleasure and with the way his tongue danced over her clit, she was on cloud nine. Tears recollected in her shut eyes as she desperately fought the urge to scream. Her small hands only capable of so much while they were trembling so violently.

Groaning against her sex, the blonde blissfully luxuriated in the nectarous sensation of Muerlin’s now swollen clit. He felt her body begin to give way, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was addicted. Completely under the spell of her succulence. Never could he have ever envisioned such heaven. Never could he had ever believed he deserved it. Him! Of all people.

Prompto’s breathtaking devotion to Muerlin’s nearly broken body had her dangling over the edge. She felt a knot form in her stomach, her skin drenched in sweat. Tilting her head back toward the ceiling, it melted away into a sky full of twinkling stars. Her hand returned to the cool tile as she gazed on in pure euphoria.

“P…Prom”, she breathlessly whimpered, “I….I can’t…I’m gonna…”.

“Do it”, the blonde demanded as he ferociously devoured his lover. Her forcefully quiet moans, resembling the delicate airy hymns of a flute, floated through his ears. His tongue’s vicious assault against her swollen bud won the day as she finally surrendered to sin, allowing it to consume her soul into the celestial void.

Prompto continued to lap at her sex, soothing her from her high, as she slowly sank from her stance to the cold floor. Her pants deep and slow as she finally was able to relax. A light rustling averted Muerlin’s attention to the towering Prompto whom stood before her, his chin glistening of her forbidden essence. A sinister smirk upon his lips.

His eyes wondered over his disheveled and disoriented lover, admiring his handiwork, before he sluggishly wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He stood there gawking until the silver haired woman calmed down, before casually proceeding toward the exit, much to Muerlin’s surprise.

Removing her phone from his back pocket, he placed it upon the supply rack next to the door, where the cleaning supplies was stored. As he turned back to look at her, his attention was suddenly averted to the discarded lace panties. The black standing out against the pearly linoleum floors.

He chuckled lightly before retrieving them and wrapping them around his wrist, rather than returning them to her. Muerlin watched in disbelief although never moving. She couldn’t. She was stunned at his sudden cockiness.

Returning to the door, Prompto briefly turned his gaze to the half naked woman sitting against the wall before scanning the bathroom, still yet to be cleaned.

“Don’t take too long in here”, he nonchalantly stated.

MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?

And with that, Prompto takes his leave, abandoning his beloved Muerlin, partially naked, on the frozen bathroom floor.

The light slam of the door snapped the blonde from his anger possessed daze. He suddenly felt lighter, serene. Back to his regular bouncy self. Actually a lot better. It was almost like he was floating. He pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time.

3:01.

Damn. What went down in the last 5 minutes of his break? He scrolled down threw several notification. A few texts from Noct, a couple random emails, etc, but one text suddenly ensued a panic in the young chocoboy.

2:53pm

LittleMuermaid💕 - You’re supposed to be back in five minutes. >.< Where are you, silly??

Oh, Gods…..

Prompto nearly dropped his phone in horror as the events of the past 5 minutes raced through his mind. Every tear that fell from her eye…the way she looked at him…his hand on her…….no. He tried to shake the thought from his head. He wouldn’t. He didn’t! …right?

He felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to cry. How could he have let this happen? How could he have been so stupid?! Last night never would have happened if she wanted Loqi. How could he have done such a thing to his precious Muerlin? She was his everything and he left her naked, alone and freezing in the bathroom.

Upon instinct, he immediately turned back to the door reaching for the handle only to be halted by a sudden click.

No…please, no…

Prompto timidly reached for the handle, silently hoping against what he fears just happened. Clutching onto it, he prayed it would turn.

His heart shattered. It wouldn’t budge.

The blonde stared upon the handle, desperately fighting off tears, though betrayed by choked sobs.

“Oh, Gods….”, he softly uttered in a trembling exhale.

“…what have I done?”

“Another, please”, Muerlin pleasantly requested her second drink with a smile. Her light accented voice bringing a smile to the young bartender’s face. “Coming right up, dear”, she sweetly sang as she poured Muerlin another shot of whiskey. She was ready to down it before she received a sudden chill against her spine. The Pythoness was a legendary entity related to the astral, Ramuh. While adopting the wizard’s lightning obsession, she was also gifted in other aspects as well. One being heightened senses due to her basically being a divinity of nature. The air surrounding her delicate body was like the whiskers of a cat. She felt a disturbed presence of rage, frustration, jealousy....lust. The light above her darkened slightly. The woman smirked, eyes still fixed onto her drink. “Someone was getting a little rowdy, weren’t we?”, the woman joked before taking her shot, lightly throwing her head back. The smooth liquid sliding down her throat with ease as she opened her teal eyes to see an upside down view of the man behind her. His eyes narrowed, she could barely see his blue iris’ as they appeared black. His partially bare chest rose and fell with slow deep breaths. His cherry lips parted just enough to reveal slightly gritted teeth. His freckled cheeks flushed. He certainly hurried here if he didn’t run. Muerlin lifted her head from his gaze and reverted back to her usual sitting position pulling the glass from her lips and setting it back onto the counter. “You knew I was there...didn’t you?”, Prompto softly asked taking a lower tone. She did. He knew she did. Due to her senses, her peripheral vision was excellent and even in this situation was enough to impress the young gunslinger. As well as her ultra sensitive hearing. She could hear every scowl, every hiss, the pounding of his heart against his lean muscled chest. It enticed the playful woman’s animalistic prowess...and she craved more. “Anyone could see that chocobo butt from miles aw-”, she inhaled sharply to a firm squeeze against her shoulder, the angry man dissatisfied with her answer. His lower abdomen planted against her now straightened back. “....didn’t...you...?”, he hissed. As she relaxed, her eyes darted toward the bartender as to request another drink and received an enthusiastic nod confirming her order. “You probably shouldn’t be so rough...”, Muerlin softly suggested to her irritated chocobo, the bartender sliding her another shot. “You probably shouldn’t be chatting it up with perverted scum right in front of me”, he growled as she turned in her seat to face him taking her third shot. Her teal eyes never leaving his as the alcohol coursed down her throat. Her sensually audible exhale rung through Prompto’s ears. “...and deprive myself of a good punishment?”, she lightly grinned tugging at the fabric of his robes pulling his body between her legs. 

She knew he was angry...she loved it. Wanted it. Craved it. The happy-go-lucky chocobo she loved so dearly had a darkness to him that she sensed from the first day they met in high school. Her half daemonic essence longed to witness what lurked within this masterpiece of a being. Longed to see what made him tick. The man forwarded his brow at the woman, examining her body with his indigo eyes. Her breasts squished together in her tight hooded robe, her bronze skin glistening against the festival lights. Her lightly ruffled silver locks against her cheeks, part of her bangs draping over her right eye. Her teal lagoon iris twinkling like the stars above. The lightly stained lips shimmering with from the whiskey. She did this on purpose....this was a mere game to her. To push him over the edge....and he loved it. She wanted his pure domination, to be conquered by the darkness he tried to hide to protect her, but she didn’t want protection. She wanted him.

“Here’s another, deary! On the house”, the bartender abruptly exclaimed toward Muerlin with a wink as she slide a new glass across the bar toward her only to be caught by Prompto at the last second, much to Muerlin’s offense. “Why you son of a-”, she began her retort as Prompto quickly downed the shot, “I think you’ve had enough”, he firmly snapped to her in a hushed tone staring point blank at the stunned woman in front of him. “It’s late...we should go”. Muerlin kept the man’s gaze, slightly startled as she felt his hand lightly slam against the bar, paying her tab before he subtly took hold of her wrist leading her back to the Leville. His pace was quick, but manageable therefore drawing no attention to themselves as they shuffled through the crowded streets and alleys of Lestallum. Prompto was usually rather gentle and because of this she often forgot how strong he really was. His grip on her was not painful, but escape was out of the question unless she felt like snapping her wrist and even though she healed quicker than most humans...that didn’t sound very fun.

As they entered the hotel, Muerlin noticed the place was practically barren. Even the concierge was vacant from his post. She nearly tripped as they ascended the stairs, glaring at him slightly for not warning her. He had to have been fuming. She was not afraid of him, but she didn’t generally like the idea of Prompto being angry with her. It was like a moogle biting you which has never happened, but would probably be the biggest “fuck you” you’d ever get from a moogle. He meant the world to her. More than the world. She shouldn’t hurt him so for her own sick entertainment....she felt horrible. How could she do that to him? He deserved better...

Prompto slid his keycard through the slot unlocking the door and continued to pull Muerlin inside. The lights were off. Noct and the others must’ve still been in the city. She stepped closer toward the open window as the blonde locked the door. Riddled with her own guilt, she prepared herself to speak. “Prompto...I-”, she inhaled sharply as a hand clasped against her face from behind covering her mouth. Another hand pulling her back against Prompto’s firm and now bare chest, his rock hard cock pressured against her ass. “Shut up”, he demanded in a rusted tone. She defensively clutched onto his arm as he drags he to the bathroom, flicking on the lights as he pushed her body against the vanity. His body still firmly pressed against her as he lowered his hand to her throat. “You like to play around, don’tcha?”, the blonde growled in Muerlin’s ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. “You wanna fuck around with some perverted shit that wants nothing, but this ass?” Muerlin cried out as Prompto planted a solid smack against her ass. “You want to parade around town showing everyone my toys?” The man aggressively grabbed at the woman’s breasts before ripping them out of her robe tossing the torn fabric behind him. He squeezed them in his large hands yanking at her nipples with his callused fingers. “They need to know...they all need to know....what’s mine...is mine”, the blonde continued to grope at her breast as he gently ran his fingers through her silky silver locks before clutching onto her roots and yanking her head back exposing her neck. Inhaling sharply at Prompto’s aggressiveness, she gazed into his indigo eyes, now once again blackened with desire. “...and you...are mine”, he hissed before crashing his slightly chapped lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, the taste of whiskey lingering against their dancing tongues. His fingers frollicing over her sensitive buds forced soft moans from her throat before he breaks the kiss, a long string of saliva connecting their wet lips. Prompto turned Muerlin to face him. A slight grin on her face, her eyes narrowed and softly glowing with wicked lust.“Come here”, he demands under his breath before grabbing the back of her head pulling her for another kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck as he clutches onto her ass to pull her closer, occasionally giving it a solid smack, swallowing each other’s moans. The blonde then shoves the woman against the vanity, lifting her up to sit her upon the marble surface, separating her legs to grind his hard cock against her dampened shorts. Pulling away from her lips, the man begins to trail his kisses down her jawline to her soft neck before abruptly chomping down on the flesh. Muerlin winced at the sharp pain followed by a soft moan as her lover lightly grazed the bruise with his tongue. He repeated this leaving small bruises down her neck to her collarbone. “Now, they’ll see...”, the man growled as he groped her sensitive breast, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine as it his her stiffened buds, “...they’ll all see who you belong to”. Muerlin inhales sharply as the blonde suddenly engulfs her breast, lightly flicking her tender nipple with his tongue while stimulating the other with his fingers. “These are no one’s toys, but my own...”, he hissed as he switched to the other. “Yes, Prompto...”, Muerlin softly replied. The man pulled away, much to Muerlin’s dismay she slightly pouted before he clutched onto her wounded neck. “Did I say you could speak, little girl...?” He growled at the half naked woman. Muerlin grinned at his touch, biting her lip. She was loving this...and he knew it. He pointed a stern finger to her face, though her gaze never wavered from his. “You don’t speak...under I say...do you understand?” She parted her lips slightly only for his grip to tighten against her. “Nod”, he ordered and she graciously obeyed. As his hand lowered from her neck, he softly trailed his fingers against her soaked shorts. He chuckled at the sensation. “Now...why would you parade...showing off my toys...”, he roughly flicked her breast, “...for a few idle stares...when all you had to do was ask?” Muerlin keened at the man’s teasing. Beautiful bloody bastard she thought to herself. “...they can’t make you this wet”. She wanted to tell him to fuck her so bad. She needed him....GODS she needed him. He grabbed the hem of her shorts and panties before sliding them off her, tossing them behind him onto the bathroom floor. He shoved her legs apart to marvel at her dripping core. “They would never get to see this...”, Prompto whispered to himself before standing to once again meet Muerlin’s gaze. He lifted his hand to her face, gently caressing her soft lips with his thumb before inserting two of his fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, Muerlin lathered his fingers with her saliva. “That’s a good girl”, the man softly praised before removing his fingers from her mouth and inserting them into her sex. She whined at the intrusion, shutting her eyes as her back arched. “Look at me...”, he ordered. She obeyed as he slowly shoved his fingers in and out curving his middle fingers against her ridged walls to find that one spot. She trembled at the sensation once he located it, a small squeak emitting from her throat, signaling him to quicken his pace as he harshly pressed his thumb against her clit. Muerlin cried out at the sensation lowering her eyes to his hand before he grabs onto the back of her head, lifting her gaze back to his as he pressed his forehead against hers, Muerlin clutching onto his arm for dear life. Her cries echoed throughout the bathroom as he rotated his thumb against her clit while he ground his fingers within her. Gazing into her lagoon eyes with his undying love and devotion to please her, he ran his finger through her silver locks. “You’re so beautiful...”, he whispered against her trembling lips, her cheeks flushed. “They can’t have you...”, he softly hissed as he shoved a third finger inside her pushing them deeper, curling his hand to clutch onto her sex and lightly digging his fingers into her ridged walls against her spot. Muerlin gasped at the man’s action releasing a sudden cry, her legs trembled at sensation. Holy fuck!

“...they’ll never have you”, he growled as he began to jerk at her sex, his fingers viciously grinding against her walls. Her howls echoed throughout the room, but never altering their gaze. “They wanna take you from me...? They think I’m not enough of a man for you...”, he jerked harder, she whimpered louder. “...they want to take you from me...but they can’t make you scream”, he clutched onto her hair, sweetly nipping at her neck. “Like I can”, he removed his grip from her sex slowly kissing and nipping down her trembling bod. Muerlin keens at the man before her as he admired her body, forcefully gripping at her flushed flesh. Prompto had been aggressive with her before, but he still displayed some gentility. This was pure rage. As he came eye level to her heated core, inhaling her sweet scent. “This...is mine”, he whispered as he separated her folds with his thumbs. The woman wanted so badly to pull the man’s head against her, but he was in charge. He knew that she was eager...she was ready for him, but she needed a punishment and he was going to give it to her. On his terms.

She smelt of lilies, the sweat glistened off her flesh like the dew of a rainforest. So beautiful...so soft...and it was all his...begging for him. Prompto shifted his gaze to his beloved. Her eyes shut in anticipation. “Look at me”, he softly ordered. She obeyed looking down to her blonde lover, meeting his lustful gaze. He responds to her puppy blue eyes with a small grin. “Good girl”, he whispered before indulging in the delicate flower in front of him. She inhaled sharply as the man’s actions, her quivers emit light moans from the blonde man as his tongue lapped at her already sore clit. “P-Prompto...”, Muerlin whimpered loudly, eyes never leaving his. Lavishing at her core, he wrapped his arms around her thighs holding her steady as she squirmed. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue as she desperately struggled to keep her gaze. Her vision hazed by the ecstasy racing through her veins. “Are you going to cum, baby?”, he asked as he continued to luxuriate in his delicacy. She nodded hysterically. “Speak...”, his tone firm once again. “Y...yes”, she whined. He pulled away abruptly, Muerlin grunted in frustration. He stared at his beloved, a mischievous grin on his face, eyes full of lust....and love. Muerlin raised her eyebrow at her love, lowering her head with a light glare. Her teal eyes glistened under the shadow of her silver locks as they draped over her face. Her animalistic mannerisms beginning to take control...daring the man before her to finally approach her. As he did, he allowed his pants to drop to the floor along with his boxers revealing his impressive length. Muerlin’s breath hinged at the view. It had been a while since she the woman had seen her beloved chocobo in this way. So strong...such power. He pulled her off the counter to her feet. She gasped at his solid grip, forceful, yet protective. “Turn around...”, he softly instructed. She slowly turned leaning against the vanity. Prompto marveled at the tattoo that coated her back. Her crystallized essence illuminating the constellations. The power that surged within her was warm to the man’s touch. He looked to the woman in front of him in mirror who met his gaze. Her animal behaviorism still eminent, but underneath her desires, her fervor...there was love. Pure love. The man slowly leaned against her warm back, caressing her mandala tattoo on her stomach, surging with her powerful essence. Muerlin had always been self-conscious of her power. No matter what she wanted, she was the Pythoness nonetheless. The Stormsender’s Daughter. That was it....to everybody.

“Muerlin”, Prompto whispered against her shoulder, stroking his hard throbbing cock. With his free hand, he gripped onto her waist, “...my Muerlin”. She rose her gaze to meet his before she wrapped her dainty hand behind his head, lacing her fingers in his soft chocobo hair. “...my Prompto”, she whispered to love. He bit his lip, before placing his hand against her back bending her over. She panted lightly anticipating his next move. His pulsating cock hovering at her entrance. She whimpered at his hesitation. “Oooohhh”, the blonde man dramatically gasped in his usual lighthearted tone. The woman raised a confused eyebrow at the man. “Hi there, opening”, he chuckled. Muerlin rolled her eyes at the man before he abruptly shoved his thick member inside her, emitting a loud cry from her lungs. He pulled her back holding her tightly against his chest as he thrusted against her with such incredible force. The sound of slapping flesh echoing through the bathroom with her pleasured wails. “...what you are to them...is nothing like who you are to me”, he panted as he stared into her star-filled eyes. “You are not the Pythoness...nor the Queen of Willownoire....you are Muerlin.....MY Muerlin”, she met his beautiful indigo gaze, “and I love you”. Tears began to fill her eyes, “...I love you too, Prompto Argentum”. The man lightly grinned before firmly gripping her waist fiercely thrusting into his love at a unbelievable pace. Her cries filling the room out the open window in the bedroom. He felt her walls tighten around him as she quickly approached her limit, his cock grazing against her spot. She reached behind her to the back of his head clutching onto his soft golden hair. His rhythm became sloppy as he whimpered against her neck, nearing his climax. “Muerlin....I-I’m gonna-” “Me too...”, Muerlin abruptly replied. Prompto clutched her breast as she tightened against his cock before she screamed his name as she finished. Her cries pushed the man over the edge. She felt her cock twitch inside her as he finished emitting a loud breathy moan against her neck. He wrapped his lean muscular arms around her limp body before pulling out and scooping her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, gently laying her down before quickly grabbing his black Crownsguard shirt off the floor and retrieving his boxers from the bathroom putting them on. He returned to her handing her his shirt with a light smile. She sluggishly slipped it over her head. “Jeez...you finished me off quicker than I expected”, she raised an eyebrow at her lover. “All in bullet time, baby”, the man chuckled with a silly grin. The woman giggled, “great, kid. Don’t get cocky”. “Strike me down”, the man crawled over to his beloved hovering over her, “and I will become more powerful than you could ever imagine”, he confidently spoke dramatically imitating her accent. She propped herself onto her elbows, her lips ghosting over his, “try me”, she whispered. “Do...or do not”, the blonde kissed her in between his words imitating Yoda, clearly he had practiced, “there is no try”. He winked at her. 

She chuckled lightly at her half naked chocobo, “you bloody idiot”. “Well, you fell for this idiot...now whose the idiot?”, the blonde retorted with a snarky grin.

“You realize you just called yourself an idiot?”, Muerlin lightly smiled at her idiot. “And you still love me”, he winked at her before placing a soft kiss against her lips. 

She did. With everything she had. He was her everything. Her Eos.