As you knew fully well, Fandaniel would give you no peace.

Instead, he would keep you pinned beneath him, subjected to the relentless barrage of his hips slamming down against yours, making sure that your core was stuffed to the brim with his cock.

When he wasn't staking his claim on your skin by the canines of his teeth, he was busy raving about, a hand laid over his sighing face in dramatized despair.

"I'm torn, my princess, I'm torn. I'd be so joyed to be open with our condemned affair to your dearest comrades! But on the other hand--"

Overexaggerated agony switched to burning, brilliant mania as quickly as his hand seized hold of your chin.

Maintaining his exuberance, he chimed out, "I will burn this world tenfold if they ever get to see this preciously debauched expression of yours."

As he continued to speak, his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, to which he could feel the flames of his envy temper upon seeing your mouth part open ever so in obedience, an invitation for him to plunge his finger inside.

Which he gladly accepted of course.

That didn't mean he was going to ease up the pace of his thrusts though.

Where had it all gone wrong? As of late, every creation he crafted was in your honor, your existence igniting his creativity like nothing else had before. You were his muse, his confidante, his treasured friend. Slowly yet surely, you were becoming his everything- the reason he was able to pull himself out of bed each morning and push through another day, even in moments when it felt like no one on the star particularly cared about his ideals and musings. Other than Meteion, only you always listened to him. Only you ever truly understood.

You were always so vibrant, so exceptionally smart and caring that he couldn’t help but be ensnared by your many charms. Your existence had become a truly irreplaceable part of not just his life, but the daily lives of just about everyone on Elpis. You always went above and beyond to help whoever and however you could, from electing to be a late night study buddy to a colleague in need, to helping pitch in to clean entire dormitories unprompted, you were always quick to step in and assist without seeking anything in return. Your mere presence was a ray of sunshine, and in the few short years since you had begun working at the testing grounds, you had become so dear to so many- Hermes most of all.

He never wanted you to doubt this importance either, so he would exceedingly dote on you, providing you with his ceaseless support in all of your endeavors. So fervid was his cheerleading that he had garnered quite a few reprimands for showing you ‘obvious favoritism’, all of which he disregarded as rubbish. Hermes only ever awarded you the praise you deserved.

There was no way you could misconstrue his ardent feelings of adoration towards you- so why? Why were you distancing yourself now, when weeks ago the two of you were so incredibly close?

He couldn’t quiet the whirring in his head, the nagging feeling that you were slipping away from him for reasons he couldn’t comprehend. Your avoidance had become so prevalent that even matters pertaining to work seemed to perturb you, should Hermes be involved. His ideas and creations, all of which you used to dote on and swoon over when presented to you, were now regarded with hesitation and suspicion, eyed with the slightest hint of scorn.

The praise that used to gush from your lips had trickled to a standstill, uplifting and thoughtful commentary about his creative process completely quelled. His work always used to easily net him your beaming smile, but now he was lucky if he even got a nod of approval, let alone verbal acquiescence.

Unwilling to accept such lackluster interaction he began to work overtime, churning out creations with gusto he never exhibited prior. Each of his new designs was more elaborate and charming than the next, causing confidence to swell in his chest as he watched their births. He was sure that one of them would be just what was needed to reignite your feelings for him, making a promise to himself that whichever creation yielded this desired result would be honored by him eternally. He’d even grant it the distinction of sharing your name, hopeful that the delight it brought others would be sure to become your delight as well.

He dutifully summoned you the moment a new creature was born, making sure your eyes were the first to witness the latest marvel. To say Hermes was eager to see your response was an understatement, he was downright giddy over the mere prospect of your joy, pacing back and forth as he listened for the sound of your footsteps outside his door. Driven by his thirst for your approval, he yearned for the sweet glimmer that would spark in your eyes whenever you were pleased by his creations, finding solace in this small token of your delight, especially when your lips didn’t form the words.

Yet even with all the extra effort he expended, his attempts achieved nothing. In fact all the excess work garnered the opposite effect of what he desired, pushing you further away as he floundered, desperate in his attempts  to reel you back in.

It surely wasn’t the quality or the quantity of his constructs that were driving you away, and he couldn’t imagine you had suddenly grown distasteful of his work as a whole. Even while dodging her creator, you still maintained frequent contact with Meteion, taking time out of your hectic day to play with your most favorite of his familiars. Your love for her had never dwindled, and neither had your passion for creation. No, the only logical conclusion he could come to after all this was that it was he himself that you had become averse to.

And that hurt him, deeply.

In fact, it hurt him so much that Meteion couldn’t help but be caught up in his anguish, writhing and moaning in a state of addled torment each time the thought of you flitted through his mind (which was to say, constantly). Seeing the suffering he endured mirrored onto her cherubic, kind face plunged him further into despair, very quickly turning the whole situation into something unbearable.

At his tipping point, he did the only thing he could think to do. He scooped the small girl up in his arms, bee lining it to your chambers. He cared not that it was the dead of night or that this could very well just add to your distaste for him. He just needed to see you- needed the balm only you could provide.

All it took was a glance at sickly, pale Meteion to turn your initially displeased scowl into a look of utter concern.  With the ravaged girl draped limply in Hermes arms, you ushered the two of them into your room without question. You guided him to your bed with a steady hand placed on the small of his back, throwing the sheets this way and that to make a proper area for her to lay.

How wonderful it felt, having you touch him again.

A myriad of rapid questions tumbled from your lips, all of which pertained to Meteion’s poor state and what possibly could have happened to cause it. It was obvious from your frantic expulsions that you were clueless of the inner turmoil that Hermes had been suffering, your mind unable to fathom what event could have transpired on this beautiful, peaceful star to cause such a sweet being as Meteion to go into such a tizzy.

Initially, Hermes felt nothing but immense irritation over your ignorance. After all that had occurred by your hand, all the avoidance and contempt you had been directing his way, how could you not understand? How could he not be affected by your actions? How could you not see how much both of them needed you just to function, and how your self-imposed detachment from him lead to this conclusion?

Through gritted teeth, he struggled to keep his composure as he relayed the truth.

This was all your fault.

Once he started speaking, he found himself unable to stop the vitriol that bubbled up from his throat, birthed of the immense torment he had suffered through. It was almost painful, watching the way your face contorted with each admission. Witnessing you experience the realization that YOU were the cause of such anguish was akin to watching as you took repeated blows to the face, striking you with such concentrated ferocity you found it hard to maintain your balance. As your legs buckled under the weight of your transgressions, Hermes offered himself for support, helping to steady you despite the potency of his words. It was a good thing he was there to catch you, as you would have surely crumbled were he not around to embrace you.

Even overcome with anger, he treasured your proximity, savoring the weight of you in his arms as he held you close for the first time in a long time.

The exchange brought an odd sense of peace to him, unloading his concerns upon you greatly diminishing the burden he had damn near been buried beneath. Though the news caused you visible grief he felt no pity for the dissonance he had planted in your heart. While unfortunate, the guilt you were experiencing was a pain you had inflicted upon yourself, any melancholy brought on by your actions was a burden you deserved to bare. He felt no remorse over his tirade, instead feeling a sense of accomplishment as his words broke you down, leaving you with no other choice than face the bitter subjugation of the truth, understanding in full how greatly you had wronged him.

The ends justified the means.

As fat tears rolled freely down your ruddied cheeks, he was taken with how stunning you looked in the moment. Watching as you were overcome by emotions was a beautiful thing to witness. From the tremble of your shoulders, to the shaking of your legs, an overwhelming feeling of catharsis and awe flooded him as you sobbed and apologized in his arms. Even at your lowest, you were still absolutely enchanting.

Finally he was getting through to you. Finally you understood your importance to him. Finally you were realizing your true role in Elpis, nay, on this entire star.

It was to be his. Your smile, your kindness, your thoughts, your wisdom, the warmth of your touch, the sigh from your lips, your ecstasy and your pain- it was all his, and he would no longer deny his right to claim what belonged to him.

Warmth blossomed in Hermes chest the longer you clung to him. He extolled gentle whispers of reassurance while his methodical hands rubbed circular patterns against your back, the motions soothing him more than they seemed to soothe you.  Regardless, peace and balance were slowly being restored, the effects of which were beginning to manifest in Meteion as well. No longer in the grips of despair, her breathing evened as she looked over towards the two of you embracing, the sparkle returning to her clear and hopeful eyes as she took in the sight with a smile.

“You put in quite a peculiar request at the Bureau of the Architect, I hear.”

You whirled to glare at Elidibus before averting your eyes dismissively, already on the defensive from where you had once been enjoying your afternoon tea in peace.

“Oh? And how would you know such information? All creation matrix are to be private unless otherwise allowed by the creator.”

“Oh come now. You needn’t be so shy. I think it’s adorable .”

Despite the seemingly kind words, they were biting and mocking, thick with judgement.

You opened your mouth hesitantly, trying to think of what to say next when a smooth voice interrupted.

“That’s quite enough mockery Elidibus; I do believe one of Lahabrea’s pets has gotten loose and is seeking to devour the other. A tragedy, to be sure.”

You heard Elidibus scoff before he left without so much as a nod at Emet-Selch. Said Ascian shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

“Such discourse. Tsk tsk. Very unfitting of the Emissary in our ranks don’t you think?”

“You didn’t have to protect me. I could’ve handled him, really.”

Your voice was soft, but only out of anxiety. Emet-Selch was typically the one person you didn’t have to be anxious with, but given he stood up for you that meant he knew exactly what you were being taunted for.

“Please just tell me no-one else knows. Please.”

A beat of silence and you heard him sigh as he joined you on the couch, creating a cup for himself as well.

“…No-one else save the 3 of us are aware, to my knowledge. I already erased it from the records. But; I feel I have the right to ask.”

You knew he would. You tensed expectantly, eyes locked on the now empty saucer and cup on your table.

“…We’re both adults Emet. Please, for all of creation, don’t make me say it aloud. I’m mortified enough as it is.”

“Elidibus is wrong about a lot of things. He wasn’t about this.”

That made you look at him in shock. His eyes and voice were both too gentle to be lying.

“You talked about it together?!”

He nodded, smiling ever so slightly at your shock.

“He meant what he said, you know. His tone came out as such because he was both nervous, and slightly annoyed you weren’t looking at him. I can read the man like a book by now. He knew he messed up which is why he fled. He was blushing darker than you are right now as I pointed out what he was doing. It really is adorable.”

The mischief you were worried about seeing from him jumped out as he tried to clamp down on the grin tugging at his lips.

“If you wanted to be tickled all you had to do was ask, you know. Either of us would’ve been happy to. Lahabrea too.”

You gave him a deadpan look at Lahabrea’s name and he snickered.

“Lahabrea had better not know about this. He’d never let me live it down.”

“Oh come now I’m sure he wouldn’t mind!”

Emet-Selch chirped way too happily for your liking and you groaned.

“…He already knows, doesn’t he?”

He smiled, unflinchingly.

“I may have caught him getting a glance at the book before I could get rid of the evidence so in all likelihood yes, especially given the grin that lit up his face.”

“Kill me now.”

You let your body roll to the side so you could rest against him, hiding your blushing face in his robe.

“I’m fairly certain he’ll take care of it for you ere long. Knowing him, he’ll likely corner you once he has a plan in mind. My assumption is he’ll pretend he doesn’t know until you accuse him yourself.  You know how he is, always keeping the ace in his pocket.”

You risked a glance at him, slightly amused as you began to relax thanks to his nonchalance.

“…Any chance we can teleport him elsewhere for an impromptu vacation? Or maybe you feel like helping me get something embarrassing about him in turn?”

He chuckled at that, shaking his head as he looked down at you from the corner of his eye.

“Sure. I could . But I assure you wielding such information against him would only serve to set him on the warpath against you, and if you think him cruel now in his machinations what he next inflicts will make the prior child’s play in comparison. He may not show it; but he does actually like you, as all in the Covenant do. He just shows it in the most obnoxious way conceivable.”

Emet’s grin turned sharp suddenly.

“Forget tickle machines - I’m quite sure literal tickle monsters would be much harder to contend with, combat prowess or no.”

You tensed up as he brought it up explicitly, pulling back to pout at him.

“Why do you have to say it? You know how flustered I get. Mean.”

He snickered at that before shrugging.

“Not my fault you make it so easy. I propose an idea. Why not choose between the 3 of us? That way you at least won’t be ambushed out of the blue.”

You reeled back in shock at that.

“Who-Who said they’d even want to? Or that you would for that matter?!”

He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance.

“I assure you; I do, as do they. And even should they change their mind, they may decline when we gather to tell them your choice.”

His eyes twinkled in amusement, and he patted your cheek patronizingly.

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...

The air is cold, then warm. Noise comes and goes, drifting in and out of focus. You wake slowly despite the waves of sleep threatening to pull you under and claim you again. Your body feels heavy, drained of energy; weak. 

You lift your eyelids with some effort, a low groan spilling from your lips. A deathly pale face leans over you, body looming and stare piercing. Dark eyes boring into you that gleamed green as the flickering light caught them. 

"Oh, dear," a familiar voice coos, and you feel the touch of a hand on your face that is tipped with a sharp claw, fingers grasping your jaw far from gently. "You wake too soon, my little plaything. The preparations are not complete. Are you so eager to play with us, hmm?"

Your tongue feels thick in your mouth, your eyes blinking blearily as you slur out his name, "Fandaniel."

Lips pale of color curl up into a wicked grin that flashed pearly teeth. A sharpness to them that was unnatural. "Yes, my little doll?" 

Your eyes roll in your sockets, searching the room you found yourself in. Your body is stuck still as you try to move, and looking down your chest gives you the answer for it. You were strapped to a table. Did they mean to experiment on you? Your heart drops, filling up with the heaviness of nausea and dread. Why do so? He had you at his mercy, he could have killed you. Why didn't he?

You try to speak, but your voice only comes out as a whisper. Fandaniel hums, leaning closer to you with a hand to his ear, the gloomy purple of his hood pushed back to reveal the mussed dark, glossy strands of Asahi's hair. The bastard was far too pretty for being such a conniving little rat. He probably used that face of his to his advantage plenty of times.

"What is it? Ascian got your tongue?" He hoots a laugh to himself, slapping at the table as though he thought himself truly hilarious. "Not yet, not yet! No, no, no," he wags his finger at you. "I had intended—so very magnanimously, might I add—to let you sleep through this part. But you do so enjoy foiling my plans, do you not?"

He wags his finger in your face, tutting, "Naughty, naughty hero!" He taps at your nose with his clawed pointer finger, and giggles out a soft, "boop!"

Your nose scrunches up, your face twisting up in a snarl. A baring of teeth ready to snap at the next finger that comes near your face. 

"Ahaha… You look furious. Ohhh, this is such fun. I do adore having you at my mercy, hero. Or is it that this body enjoys it…?" The Ascian tilts his head thoughtfully as he pressed his clawed hand to his vessel's chest and drags it downward over his abdomen.

 "Oh, yesss. That must be it. The sadistic stirring of this vessel's... appetites. What was his name again?" 

Your mouth parts, your voice croaking as the answer, "Asahi," rasps past your lips. 

Fandaniel brightens, looking far too amused. "That's right! Well, that is one person who cared to remember him. I suppose he did not die alone and forgotten, after all. Though he must loathe entirely that his most hated enemy was the one to remember him, and not his most radiant Lord Zenos! Much as you yourself must now loathe as I tell you of the lust this body feels for you. The hatred is visceral, oh yes, but ahh… he desired you almost as intensely as he did his lord Zenos. Is it not funny?" The Ascian gives a manic giggle. "I can access his memories, you know. Ugh, the filthy things that this repulsive brain of his imagined," the Ascian taps a claw to his temple, face contorting in disgust. "Perhaps best you do not know all the dirty details, hmm? Unless you are… curious?" His voice pitches low, darkness and danger oozing from him black as shadow. 

You swallow against the dryness of your throat. Wondering if you could stall him for time. To think of a plan, to wait for a moment to catch him unawares, anything but sit and wait as the time trickled away for what might be your encroaching doom. "...What sort of things?" 

At that single word, his hips slammed down onto yours, eliciting a divine cry from you that almost made him spill his seed into your core immediately.

Though, it wouldn't have been the first within this particular night, as evidenced by how much of his cum had pooled beneath you upon your mattress--that which had only seen the presence of the two of you, certainly never that of your so-called betrothed. If you weren't set to bear his children after this, he would be quite surprised.

But it would just give him even more reasons to keep you locked away in your room, your attention and your body for him to seize hold of and possess.

Grinning with wicked glee at the thought, he only intensified the tempo of his thrusts, fueled forward by the obscene noise of his skin slapping against yours.

As he watched your expression contort with pleasure--so unbecoming of someone of your elevated status--he licked his lips as he ranted further with,

"--near me and me alone, they are the most expressive! Whether precious laughter spills forth or as they part wantonly, shamelessly in sweet desperation, you spoil me with your emotions!"

Feeling your walls squeeze around his cock in response, he grinned from ear to ear, right as his eyes fell by your neck. Though your skin was already marred in red by how many marks his teeth had already left, you weren't vandalized enough in his perspective.

Bending forward, he readied to sink his teeth into your neck once more, but not before declaring,

Overwhelmed, disoriented, frenzied--only you and you alone could look so precious while entrapped in such a state: your body strewn across the bed in a sprawl, your legs kept wide apart to a seemingly endless chain of inevitably circling around his hips in a tight embrace over and over as hot rivulets of his seed poured out from your core.

You welcomed each incarnation of him nonetheless.

In the same way he and his various variants delighted in making you squeal shamelessly.

Whether he had you on your back with your ankles right by your head or reducing you to a pleasured heap on all fours, no matter the position, his goal of conquest upon your body was achieved every single time.

After all, even if you decided to hold your peace, you knew fully well that there was only chaos to be found while staying by his side.

Overwhelmed and flustered, you could not resist from continuing to weep with pleasure as you remained prone in place as you bore the mighty brunt of Fandaniel’s relentless pounding. The pool of his seed beneath your ass spoke of the countless times he had pumped your core full.

His gloved hands had yet to leave your chest alone, groping freely as he salivated at the thought of them becoming full with milk—yet another treat for his lips to savor.

Eyes darkened with wicked affection, he gazed down at your pleasured features as he purred,