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Oh, and your wedding night also held a pleasant surprise. You were afraid he'd go straight to the point and treat this solely as his duty to produce his heir. You were also afraid he'd be too rough and hurt you. But Aerion took his time with you and made you feel things you never imagined you could feel.

Aerion had shown you how a man could please a woman with just his mouth. He had spent what felt like hours with his head between your thighs, savoring your flower until he was satisfied, then kissed you with your arousal still on his lips. You kissed again and again as he prepared you with his fingers until he thought you were ready to take his cock. He whispered compliments, like how beautiful you looked to him and how lucky he was to have you all to himself, promising to make you feel good as he entered you.

The next day, you didn't understand why the maids looked at you with concern when they came to help you get ready for your day. Yes, Aerion had left many love bites all over your body, but you didn't see anything wrong with it. He hadn't been rough with you.

You thought that with time, the people at court would stop staring at you so much. You believed it was because your northern dresses were different and more salvaged than those of the court. Also, your northern accent was too strong. You thought that perhaps that drew people's attention, but you had no idea that the real reason for their stares was that they couldn't believe how happy you looked with Prince Aerion.

For the noblewomen of the court and the servants, it felt surreal to see you strolling through the halls, your arm linked with Aerion's. To see the two of you laughing and kissing as if you were a normal couple. Perhaps people wouldn't be so shocked if it were another man, but everyone had seen how cruel the prince could be. That's why, during the first weeks of your marriage, your maids kept asking if you were alright while discreetly searching for any bruises, until they saw you were becoming irritated and stopped.

It didn't go unnoticed that since Aerion married you, he no longer seemed to cause nearly as much trouble as before. He didn't look for any excuse to punish or mock the servants or other nobles.

Some began to think that perhaps you were what Aerion had always needed. A loving wife to soothe the monster.

King Daeron also noticed the change in his troubled grandson, so in the middle of a family dinner, he innocently remarked that he was glad he had chosen you as Aerion's bride instead of Prince Valarr or Prince Daeron, as he had initially considered.

You were surprised. Perhaps you were too caught up in your own head because you didn't notice the discomfort and tension at the table.

"It's unfair. Why didn't you ask me? I would have liked to have such a beautiful wife," Daeron said, clearly joking, trying to lighten the mood.

You laughed, knowing it was just a simple joke.

But Aerion didn't find it funny.

After that scene, you saw the change in your husband. You noticed how Aerion now seemed more aggressive in the yard when training with Valarr, how he seemed to look for any excuse to make a tasteless comment or a "joke" to his cousin or brother, as if he wanted to prove to everyone, especially you, that they were inferior to him. You didn't like it. He had never shown you this side of himself before. You hated seeing this attitude in Aerion.

You reached your breaking point after seeing Daeron's sad expression when Aerion made a joke about him potentially choking on his own vomit from drinking so much at dinner. That's why, as soon as you two returned to your shared quarters, you confronted your husband directly.

“You have to stop. Right now,” you said firmly, your eyes never leaving his. Your gaze was icy, mimicking the look your father had whenever he judged someone.

For the first time, you weren't looking at him like a sweet girlfriend, but like a Stark ready to fight.

“Stop what?” the prince asked, still somewhat surprised by your attitude. He didn't recall ever seeing you look at someone like that during your entire stay.

“Ever since your grandfather mentioned he considered marrying me off to Valarr and Daeron, you've been acting like an idiot. You're mean to everyone for no reason,” you said, crossing your arms, your annoyance evident in your voice.

“I…”

“But nothing,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear excuses. “The way you've been acting lately, instead of making me think well of you, is only ruining the image I had of you.” Your words left him speechless.

Aerion didn't want to lose your affection. He had worked hard all these moons to show you his good and charming side to win you over. He didn't want to lose all the progress you had made together, and he let himself be carried away by his anger and jealousy.

“I’m sorry, my lady. You’re right, my actions were terrible,” he said, because he knew it was the right thing to say and what his wife expected him to say, as he approached you, wanting to close the distance between you.

“I can forgive you, but I won’t yet,” you said, though you allowed him to put his arm around your waist. “Your attitude offended me deeply. You don’t need to boast or try to improve yourself in my eyes by humiliating other men, your family. I’m your wife now, my eyes are only for you,” you said seriously, taking his chin in your hand. “Remember that next time you’re tempted to be an idiot, I’m yours now.”

Aerion can't help but smile when he hears you call yourself his. Even so, he starts thinking about getting you a necklace with his initial. He was glad to know you were clear that you belonged to him, but he needed men to understand that too.

"I'll remember it," he promises, and kisses you. You barely manage to resist before melting in his arms.

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you were only a dream — a figment of his imagination. the phrase repeated in vessel’s mind like a mantra. just on the cusp of reality you were. like a car in his peripheral vision, that inched closer than the rear view mirror anticipated—a deer in the headlights of your gaze, frozen in time as you stared at him with eyes of starlight, so bright and entrancing. the loneliness of his reality had plagued vessel for years, it still did — worse in fact. he has not felt the touch of another for quite some time, in a way he preferred. his mind too cursed, body too broken. the thought of burdening another precious soul with his troubles was far too much to bear. at least with you…he was able to control part of it.

even within his dream, as he stood within the evergreens, the prickle of wild, dew-slick grass between his toes, crisp spring air untangled the barbed wire wrapped around his lungs. he breathed — a deep shaky inhale — a breath that, in the waking world would have been too much of a chore. the shrouds that bind his tall, lanky body proved to be a godsent rather than a hindrance. the thin cotton fluttered against his obsidian skin, the sensitivity of his flesh heightened, buzzed with adrenaline as you came into his view.

an angel- no! a goddess you were. surrounded by and aura of golden sunlight that radiated throughout the forest, your shrouds white — pure, made of the finest silk, decorated with matching golden sun sigils, one around your waist that accentuated the wonderful curves of your full hips and thighs, the other two at your shoulders, shielded the swell of your breasts from his unintentional lustful gaze. vessel had never seen such a beholder of beauty in his pitiful existence, and even as you stared him down, with eyes full of reverence and care, he came to the realisation that not once had they touched, or even spoken for that matter. yet between them was this unannounced acknowledgement of each other, their eyes met, you would smile at him and he’d of course smile back, his heartstrings tugged and another appendage swelled just from your gaze alone. his belly ached and fluttered, his hands grew clammy with sweat, the perspiration never fully dissolved from his skin no matter how many times he’d wiped them clean on his shrouds.

and somehow each time he would near, drawn closer to you inch by inch, you’d fade out of existence, an invisible barrier blocked their paths — a wall build by his inner psyche to protect himself, even from the goddess he revered so. you’d never hurt him, he claimed that at least. for you were too kind, graceful, even to put up with his mere presence is enough to show your graciousness. the two off them connected by a string of fate never to be cut.

by this time he woke and you were no more. vessel rose from his bed in a panic, he clung desperately to the phantom images that flashed in his mind, the sensation of the wind that reminded him of what your touch would have possibly felt like. no more forest, no more greenery, no more freedom — no more you. just the desolation of his reality. the hopelessness that filled his bedroom. surrounded by piles of unwashed laundry that, if he squinted within the darkness, reminded him of the shrubbery of the forest, and the carpet — was a far cry from the soft tufts of grass.

barbed wire encircled his lungs again, he struggled to catch a breath with the sudden realisation that he’d alluded to for months—he was whole-heartedly in love with an apparition—for you could hollow out a place in his ribs and carve a home where his heart would be, nestle in the marrow of his bone and he would not object. he craved it. just one touch is all he asked, a simple meaningless touch of your hair, your shrouds, your skin. even if you faded completely from his memory after that he could at least die content.

vessel’s loins swelled with an unannounced arousal, he could envision you still so clearly, a picture painted behind his eyelids that would grace him every time he blinked. and a lovely image it was. so clearly splayed out of him, body nestled in a bed of daisies, a beautiful contrast against your delicate skin, a small shudder parted your lips as his fingers explore the warm cavernous void between your thighs, curled upward until he hit just the right spot that had you crying out his name in a fit of pleasure. your back arched each time he drove himself into your, gummy walls clenched around his length as he filled you to the brim, pulled him deeper, accepted all he had to offer. for he worshiped you and what kind of man would he be if he would allow such thoughts to remain silent?

vessel, with a shaky hand cautiously reached into his shrouds, his fingers tingled against the bare skin of his chest, so sensitive just from mere thoughts of his unnamed goddess. the fabric now felt constricting, his own skin even more so as arousal burned through him like untamed flames. he shuddered upon contact, beneath the fabric was warm, wet. his cock glistening and sticky with his own fluids. how he managed to spill over so quickly just from a dream of you was unbeknownst to him.

still, he did not stop, slender fingers grip his swollen shaft, hardly hesitant, almost primal with his actions. his tip sensitive, the bulb engorged and leaked with sweet pre-cum as he traced the calloused pad of his thumb across the slit. behind his mask grew hot, perpetration dripped down, through cracks of pearly white and ruby. his mouth dried, tongue cotton in texture, suddenly parched and in desperate need for a drink. a thirst only you could quench. his teeth somehow felt sharper, canines desperate to sink their teeth into your ethereal flesh, not to wound but to mark, just an indentation so others would know who’d staked his claim on you.

with haste, ringed fingers shoved down his shrouds, orate silver and polished garnett looks so stark in comparison to his skin — beauty amongst the darkness, akin to his mind in a way. his cock, now relieved that it has been freed from the confines of his shrouds, pulsed thickly against his toned stomach in small twitches, globs of white pre-cum stained his skin.

another shudder followed, he released it from his grasp, he let it fall heavy and hard against his body. he took another inhale — a heavy one though his nostrils, one that seared his blackened lungs. he contemplated for a moment, surely he was delusional. the woman did not exist. he created you to fill the void of loneliness that has consumed him since his adolescence. vessel was almost disgusted with himself, a pathetic attempt at self gratification would only lead to more loneliness in the end. and what woman would want him then?

vessel let his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, a heavy pity-sodden sigh rested on his tongue, surely he’d have some self-respect for once in his life. pleasuring himself to a made up deity did not help quell his thoughts. vessel rested his head back against the headboard of his bed, a dull thud reverberated around his bedroom as his head made contact with the worn cherry oak, the frame had been damaged for a good while.

as he let his thoughts wonder, a flash of you repeated in his mind, not as coherent as the first, more so bursts of images, of you on top of him, gyrated and bounced atop his lap, breast clear and exposed in his line of vision. vessel’s throat tightened, a moan stifled in his chest. another followed, this time you’re backed up against him, his cock disappeared between your thighs, flesh rippled against his in an unholy dance, like still water disturbed by a stray pebble.

vessel’s eyes shot open, irises burned with desire. his body flushed with need, untamed and visceral. again, with no intention of holding himself back this time, his palm re-attached itself around his cock absentmindedly and he growled through clenched teeth like a starved wolf desperate for a feed.

his cock ached, and the movement of his hand began again as he stroked himself to thoughts — memories of you. memories that had no attachment to his reality, his mind too far gone to accept that, he did not allow himself to accept the reality that fate had laid before him.

“m-my goddess…” his whimpered out a plea, desperation laced in his voice with the hope that just maybe you’d heard him. responded to his cries of pleasure and save him from himself.

”just once…allow me to touch you…” his breath shuddered “…need to touch you….please”

he was desperate, called out to you as if you were there, naked before him, commanding him to submit to every wanton sexual desire of yours. to claim him as yours, to obey, to love, to fuck. if he could, vessel would peel off his skin if you ask so, he’d lay his body before a thousand ravenous wolves just prove his loyalty.

he’d let you mark him, beat him, degrade him anything of the sort and he would not falter, not once.

“fuck ahh..mmhmm..please…” he begged, the humiliation welled in his veins just at the thought of how pathetic he looked begging for an apparition to grant him what he will never receive.

he sweared he heard you sing his name with sweet praises, he felt the waterfalls of your lust rain down on him so sweetly. the voice conjured in his mind, so heavenly, an interpretation of what you might of sounded like. a voice so rich like honey that it could brought the most visceral beasts to their knees in obedience.

“my goddess…” he repeated, hot tears streamed down his sticky sweat-ridden cheeks as he tightened the grip around his shaft, a pathetic attempt to replicate just how you might stroke him, all taut and rough. the rings that adorned his slender fingers provided cool respite in between strokes, not much but enough to quiet his brain for a few milliseconds.

vessel crooned with pleasure at the tightness in his stomach, the dull throb of his cock against a rugged palm, pathetic whimpers passed through clenched teeth as he allowed himself to fully open his senses to the pleasure. as much as he desired domination, the faint whispers and pleas of you calling his name, breathless and lustful against you tongue paired with the visions of your sweet, dripping cunt accepted every inch of him. it was too much for vessel.

“you’re mine…i will have you, my goddess” he panted, aggression burrowed deep in his chest. angry at the predicament he’d found himself in, angry at the way the world was kept you barred and confined within his mind. god help when he finally was able to receive your touch, he will drink you in, get drunk on your essence, savour the feeling of your flesh on his tongue.

vessel let his mind wander further down the trenches of sin, his eyelids coated in visions of you in post coital bliss. instead of shrouds your body would normally occupy laid by the stump of a grand oak, laid an elegant, wedding dress made primarily of lace — detailed white lace with flowers, roses and lilacs hand embroidered so intricately into the fabric. marital bliss… his mind delved further, fastwarding, your womb now swollen, heavy with his unborn child, her gentle, motherly touch carresed the ever growing bump.

vessel could not help by let a tear shed from his eye — a happy one, marred with hopes and dreams of what could be.

“i’ll make it happen, my love…i promise…” even as empty as the promise was, he still wished to see it through. he hopes…

vessel’s breath laboured, the familiar twinge of his orgasm built deep in his abdomen, a thick, ever-growing pulse that thrummed from shaft to tip. he let out a small whine, almost pained as he gripped his cock tighter as he stroked the silky, wet appendage. he wanted to moan your name, it almost ripped his throat as a choked whimper passed through, yet no name he conjured up in his mind felt suitable or worthy enough for you.

his chest heaved, he panted with open-mouthed whines. the phantoms of touch against his bare chest, he hoped it would replicate the touches he’d envisioned of you. his hips rutted upward, primal in nature so desperate for release. a breath caught in his throat as he neared closer, unable to exhale until he finally released. spurts of white coated his knuckles, warm and milky as he spilt over, his body jolted and convulsed in pleasure upon release. yet he did not stop; he needed to drain himself fully, more as a form of punishment rather than gratification.

he did not feel satisfied, he felt disgusting, pathetic. pain shot through his hips, he silently asked you to punish him for his transgressions, he did not feel worthy to spill his seed for you, not under these circumstances. he wished to fill you, your womb to house the product of his one sided love.

he came again, he continued to stroke until his hand cramped, that was when he released his grip. he collapsed into the mattress, a disgusting mess of sweat and cum. his hips and stomach painted white, cock engorged and red, pulsed faintly, sensitive with lust.

he laid there in an uncomfortable silence, the wind howled in mockery, alluding to his shame and guilt. his bottom lip quivered with untamed sobs as a heavy guilt rose in his chest. the moon seemed dull on his skin despite the sheen of perspiration, no post-pleasure bliss to fall back on and soothe him to sleep having violated the sanctity of his dream deity.

”my goddess…forgive me…” he pleaded as if you could hear him. in many ways he hoped that you’d be lurking in his walls of under his bed, ready to forgive him at a moment's notice even though he knew it was impossible. he had no idea how he’d face you next, even if he’d be able to at all.

as his cock softened he stood up on weary legs, a hand positioned on the bedside table to stabilise himself. his head heavy, still whirled from the two mind-shattering orgasms. the disgust ran deep, chilled his bones as he recounted what had transpired. would you think differently of him? why would it matter when you’ve never spoken?

he shook his head of the thought, desperate to rid himself from the sticky residue that clings to his skin and quite frankly ready to boil himself alive in the shower. he took cautious step into the bathroom, as he shed the remainder of his clothing at the foot of the bathtub. he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the slits of his eyes sunken with shame, exhaustion, skin more grey than obsidian. he looked like death, yet even death had better presentation. he stared of a few moments until the shapes of his face started to shift around him, reminded him that he needed to blink. he did not see a man when he looked back at his reflection, he saw a lonely decrepit cryptid so starved of attention within and outside of reality.

vessel let a heavy, exhausted sight fall from his lips. limp hand begrudgingly turned on the hot water — and only the hot water. maybe letting himself burn would help quell the raging silence in his mind, give him something else to focus on even if it is pain.

he stepped into the water, steam billowed around his figure as a pained hiss crept up his chest and escaped through his teeth. he almost wanted to recoil away and out of the water but forced himself to stay still, let the water seer and redden his flesh. he stood there in silence, not even a squeak, his eyes began to water with tears and he sobbed, he sobbed for hours upon hours until his throat burned and eyes dried like empty wells in a desert.

he only craved you. for what else does he have to live for? no friends, family or even a realistic lover to call his own. he spent another hour in the shower, by then the water had run cold, sent shivers fluttering through his skin, bit and nipped at his flesh like hungry ants. he sat, cowered in the corner, knees to his chest, rocked back and forth against the damp tiles.

eventually he came to his senses, he rosed and shivered with the cold sting of the water plus the chill of the midnight air. again with weary steps he exited the shower, he took another glance at himself in the mirror, fogged from the shower, small beats of water danced in a frantic race down the glass.

beast. he thought. disgusting beast, who would ever want you?

he hoped you would….

he glanced down at the sink, a bottle of sleeping pills rested unopened on the counter. the same bottle he’d bought from a side street vendor a few months prior, right around the time the dreams of you started, he’d been hesitant to touch them, never needing them as sleep would come easy to him. lately he contemplated it. maybe one or two just to help sleep pass just a bit easier, more time spent with you.

he grabbed the bottle, inspected it for a moment, the bright orange plastic seemed to radiate against the bleak darkness of his bathroom. a reminder of your aura, which called him back so desperately. he closed his eyes, he shoved the bottle into the medicine cabinet behind the mirror..

not tonight…

—

for the next week, vessel’s sleep was resetless, closing his eyes seems like a chore not matter how hard he tries. nights filled with sorrow-filled weeping and manic sobs. falling asleep naturally was simply not working. he wondered if it was due to his actions the past week, pleasuring himself to you. were you angry with him? did you banish him? were you so disgusted with him that you could not possibly bring yourself to face him? the worst fate of all was if you allowed him in and ignored his presence, no curt smile, no gentle wave, just existing as if he was not there, it would be a fate worse than death.

vessel found himself crouched by the bathroom door, rocking absentmindedly as the exhaustion began to chip away at his sanity.

she still loves me…? right…?

my goddess…please don’t forsake me…

he could not bear the thought of that. then he would be truly alone…and it frightened him more than death, more than any pain imaginable.

vessel made it to his feet, gripping the sink weakly. he stared in the mirror, a empty stare greeted him back. tired eyes tried their best to remain conscious, no matter how much he wanted sleep. he stared for a good five minutes before ripping the mirror of its hinges, the sleeping pills in full view of his gaze.

he grabbed them, taking one small white pill out of the bottle. he downs it dry, swallowed thickly as the powery capsule scraped and dissolved down his throat. one could not possibly hurt, it has been a week since he slept properly — since he saw you last.

“i’ll be with you soon, my goddess”

he sighed, returning to bed.

vessel laid in bed, tattered sheets graced his half-naked figure, his chest burned with anticipation, hoping that the medicine will take its effect sooner rather than later. he stares up at the ceiling, his jaw tightens absentmindedly, deciding to count the cracks around the base of the ceiling fan, how long and far every branch and twig of each crack is out of boredom. he examines the water damage in the far left corner of the ceiling, the drywall damp and beginning to grow a musty smell, a faint one but none less nauseating.

slowly he feels the pull of sleep drag him under, awaiting your warm embrace as blackness begins to spot his vision. he smiles, a true, heartfelt smile he had been missing for weeks up until this point. his body grows lighter, like a feather floating through a brisk breeze. and he sees it so clearly—the forest, in all its glory. so green and lush, picturesque in its beauty. he exhales sharply, overwhelmed he is finally in the place he feels most content.

his fingers brush up against the stump of a fallen evergreen, committing to memory every crack, crevice, every ridge and bump, the texture, the scent. and he smiles again. this…is home for him…

a flash of golden light blinds him for a moment. he squints, turning towards the light, trying to make out the shape of the figure engulfed in the heavenly glow. he gasps, his heart stopping at the sight of you.

the same as ever, so beautiful, so divine. just on the other side of the river. tears well in his eyes, overwhelmed that he finally gets to see you again. he love, his goddess. and you…were coming towards him, a slow and meaningful stride.

this is it… finally my goddess..

his heart is sent into overdrive. all those months of yearning, waiting, watching you from a distance has finally come into fruition. finally he will feel your embrace, finally he will have you. he will be whole again.

your figure on the cusp of reaching him, the invisible string that connected the two of you grew taut, his eyes widen, unable to reach for you any further and you remained still, staring straight through him as if he wasn’t even there.

vessel’s body is pulled backwards into darkness, back into the waking world. he shoots up, a cold sweat glimmering on his skin.

”no…” he breathes. “no no no no!!-”

this could not be happening!

he was so close, a hare’s breath away from finally having you, only for you to be ripped away. undeserving he was, like always.

he races out of bed and into the bathroom once more, the mirror laid shattered in pieces by the bathtub and vessel did not care about the glass that punctured the soles of his feet. with haste, he grabs the bottle, capsules spilling into the sink as he dumped a handful into a shaky, disoriented palm.

his mind a foggy mess, a smoke show, a memory of you as he clung onto whatever visions he had left of you with a feeble, desperate attempt. vessel did not hesitate in swallowing that handful of pills, once again letting them run dry and scrape his throat, feeling them mould together and sink low in his stomach. it had to work…just to see you again…it had to…

he stumbles back to his bed, vision blurry and disoriented as he makes contact with the mattress, the splitting headache from cracked his head open his eyes sensitive to even the dullest of light. he curls up bringing his knees to his chest, cuddling his pillow as if it were your figure, so warm and comforting. black spots begin to cloud his vision, the speckles of chipped paint on his ceiling became nothing more than grey blurs.

and he smiles, letting sleep consume him fully.

—

his throat parched and cottony, as if his mouth had been filled with sand. his head ached and throbbed, like he’d taken a hammer to the temple, pain shooting behind his eyelids as he opens them, blinded by golden streaks of sunlight bleeding through the tree line of evergreens.

did it work…?

his mind flooded with countless possibilities, was his sleep infinite, surely with the amount of pills he swallowed inadvertently. he’d be a fool not to have succumbed. vessel’s resolve was indeed weak if the only solution to his predicament was…well.. an endless sleep.

vessel sits up, immediately hit with a wave of vertigo, feeling his brain swoosh and swirl in the cavern of his skill, needing both hands to cup around his temples to ease the sensation. he takes a glance around. the forest…he was indeed back. there greenery seemed more lush, more vibrant, the roses were in full bloom, fruits beginning to flower, apples specifically, the blossoms a bright white with the faintest hint of peach and pinks through the centre, and the scent, so sweet and fragrant—faintly akin to the honeysuckles his mother would grow when he was a boy.

a young doe in the distance, all wide-eyed and nieve grazing at the dewy grass at the foot of an old evergreen, taking cautious—precious— moments to raise her head, peeling strips of bark from the stump, unbeknownst to his presence. it was serine, peaceful almost, vessel only wish he could revel in such calm, such freedom.

“vessel?” a voice calls out to him. undoubted feminine. he freezes in his position, body chilling with a cold sweat, to his knowledge he’d never revealed his name while within the dream space, let alone made contact verbally with any other life form. his gaze at the ground, greeted by the familiar ivory silk, his breath catches in his throat, an exhale parts his lips with a shudder, his eyes scanned upward. that golden aura when he first awoke, it was not the sun—it was you. his goddess.

and you were just as beautiful as ever.

“are you alright?” your voice is just as wonderous as he imagined. all those nights spent theorising the tone, the soft accented lilt, the pitch, the cadence. nothing could have prepared him for the moment you first parted your lips. his heart soars at the first word to leave your lips was his name.

“i…you…you can speak?” it was all he could bring himself to say, not caring about the possibility of any injuries he sustained.

“of course, why wouldn’t i?” you kneel before him, examining his features, suddenly his face becomes flushed behind his mask.

“before…how come-?”

”the barrier has been broken”

the barrier that kept the two of you from ever interacting finally severed — his conscious

“you’re dead, vessel”

the words were blunt but had to be said.

dead…? the pills…of course…

”how am i here? you’re in my head…you’re not real…you should have died when i…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentance and you could offer him no response as to why you still glanced his presence.

he reaches out a weak, lanky hand, caressing the ends of your shrouds, a shuddering, pitiful sob wretch’s at his lungs, burns like bile in his throat.

“i’ve waited so long for this…” he confesses through tears. that hand clinging to the fabric like a lifeline. “may i touch you…please…my goddess?”

you nod, a not that was far to sudden, far too anticipating. his hand retracted from your shoruds, tracing up the bare flesh of your forearm, your skin tingled with bursts of electricity his touch, sending sparks throughout your body. vessel’s jaw quivered with a small whimper, rough rugged fingertips, grazing along the indentations of your collar bone, feeling your own breath quicken at the featherlight touches before his palm cupped your cheek, hesitant with his actions as his thumb smoothed across the petal of your bottom lip.

”you’re more beautiful each time i see you…” he croons, parting your lips with his thumb, tracing over the small ridges in the flesh. “all this time…i have loved you…please say it back…even if you don’t mean it…i just need to hear you say it…”

desperation flooded his voice, to himself his yearning seemed pathetic, just to hear you say you loved him back, even if it was a false proclamation, would heal the gaping wound in his heart, at least then he could pretend, hold onto the substance and manifest it incase you were to slip from his grasp.

the words left your lips with the same breathless desperation, four words that made his heart swell and sour with delight.

“i love you, too…”

the heat was instantantions, vessel’s lips crash against yours with such feverant lust that it knocks the air our of your lungs with a gasp. his stomach twirls and fluters upon the connection, hands roaming your waist with an impatient intensity that had been building – bigger and more aggressive with each month that passed, only for the culmination to be far sweeter that anticipated. your lips tasted of fresh cheries – recently devoured black cherries, so tart and tangy on his tongue, sheer and opaque as it mingled with his tastebuds. he savours it as if it were the final time he’d be allowed to sample it.

his chest rises and falls with bated breaths, body manually exerting strength as it was all he could focus on while your lips explored his. just incase his heart were to stop unexpectedly. your fingertips no longer phantoms on his skin, so real – so tangible. featherlight as they traces idle shapes and indentations into his chest and collarbones. Just as desperate as him.

your bodies fall into the tufts of wild grass, lips still connected in a passionate kiss. vessel’s blackened fingers tug at the sun broaches atop your shoulders, unclasping them, allowing your shrouds to fall clean from your body, a body that was far more delicate and beautiful than he could ever describe. he’d envisioned how it would look so vividly in his mind yet nothing compared to the way your body curved so naturally against his palm, your skin soft and supple, lustrous like the finest silk.

he marvels at you, the dips and curves of your figure far to maginiscent to describe, the only adjective coming to mind was…perfect. absolutely perfect.

even the little indentations of your hips, a perfect slot for his thumbs to rest. the clouded pads of his thumbs smoothing down the skin with gentle strokes, making small circular motions. his lips slow me intentional with their movements, slow, lingering kisses down your breasts, against the pillowy flesh. he gasps at how soft they are, like a cloud upon his tongue as he exhales with a shuddering gasp.

“beautiful…” he mutters, a huger undertones in his words, so primal and raw as his tongue flickers over your perked nipples, stiffened by his breath. his lips ghost around the swollen buds, teasing them with soft puffs of air. vessel watched on as your body begins to rise, your back arching as pleasure builds desperate for him to continue.

”please…?” your words leave your lips in a desperate whine. the subtle break in your voice, sent shockwaves to vessel’s cock, the appendage stiffening in his shrouds.

“yes…?” he pants. “anything you want my love, all you have to do is ask”

his lips wrap around your perky nipple, sampling the texture on his tongue, his eye fixated o. your form, an exhilarated whine ripped through your throat, pristine, manicured fingernails digging into the dirt beneath you, staining the pearly white claws a muddy brown.

“you know what i want…” your throat goes thick, swallowing down a moan as you inspect his actions, how his lips and tongue worked the pebbled bud, teeth tugging lightly at his, your cunt throbs with delight, wetness pooling between your thighs

“in time my goddess…” vessel pries away from your nipple, a slick pop sound reverberated through the forest as his lips parted with your flesh. “first…i need to taste you”

he sits up, sip lick the drool that accumulated on his bottom lip, his canines sharp and pointed, you feared he might cut his tongue as the appendage ran lightly across them. you peer down, his shrouds hang low on his hips, his body sculpted and lean, yet he maintains a slender figure. peering down further you’re amazed by just how impressive his length is, even fully clothed and semi-erect, you believe wholeheartedly that he could split you on two.

he stared down at you, your doe eyes widened and impressed glancing ever so often between his eyes and his length. he smirks and a devilish smirk it was, all those lonely night spent pleasuring himself to your image, it all culminates to this very moment.

“spread your legs for me, darling”

and you did. your pretty, perfect pussy barely visible from beneath your shrouds, catching a glimpse of it each time the wind fluttered against the fabric. vessel, on his knees, his hands shoving up the fabric until it rested comfortably at your hips. he marveled at the sight, speechless as your glistening, wet cunt shone under the sunlight, so ready and willing for his tongue.

he lowers himself, placing dainty kisses to your hip bones, feeling you shiver under his touch. he does the same to your inner thighs, swirling inconsistent shapes against the flesh, letting them linger for milliseconds more the closer he inches to your cunt. he felt you gasp, your cunt tightens—clenches around air as soft breaths whisp against your clit.

“relax for me, my love”

he takes your thighs, positioning them atop his shoulders, slender fingers holding you in place. his tongue parts his lips, licking a long purposeful stripe up your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit. your body instantly seizes with pleasure, hips bucking to meet the flicks of his tongue. as much as you wanted to relax into the pleasure, sink into the dirt as he devours you. you couldn’t, you needed to watch him, inspect just how skilled he was.

you prop yourself up into your elbows, watching the way his skill tongue worked your clit with expertise. his thumbs swirls against your hips, providing some comfort against the force of his tongue.

“mmhm vessel…”

god he loves the way you say his name, so perfect all pitched and desperate with pleasure. your stomach could and tightened, burning white hot as your orgasm built. so long you’ve been without release, so long you’ve needed this, needed him even if you did not realise it at first.

vessel moans into you cunt, a signal without words that he allows your release.

“it is alright, let it happened my love”

as if his words commanded it, you spill around him, nails clawing into the dirt, taking clumps between your plans as squeezing. an exhilarated moan rips through your throat, your body becoming sensitive to the feeling of his tongue. he pulls away, lips glossy with your essence.

“i cannot wait any longer, my goddess…” he removes his shrouds, his body bare, impressive cock standing proud against his stomach. he crawls atop of you, his cock slotting between your thighs just grazing against your overstimulated clit.

“finally…i’ll give you what you need”

your wetness drooling down his cock, feeling him prod between your thighs as he immersed himself within your void, the gummy ring of your cunt clenched around his cock, bottoming out instantly, a gasp takes both your breaths, leaving a cacophonous gap in your chest, where you should be breathing.

“does it hurt?” he remains still, not wanting to move until he was absolutely certain you were comfortable.

it takes a second for you to adjust, your perfect cunt moulding to fit the shape of him. your walls fluttering around his thick shaft, wanting to pull him in.

“i’m okay..” you whisper, still regaining your breath from the initial intrusion

“good…” he places tender kisses to your eyelids upon noticing tears beggining to well in them. “i’ll keep you safe, i promise”

he begins to move, slowly at first, the intrusion swishing in you belly, just fluttering against the opening of your cervix, not quite reaching, but enough to make his presence aware. vessel dips his head to the side, capturing your neck in a flurry of dainty kisses, muttering sweet nothings against the skin.

your legs, almost out of instinct, wrapped around his waist, ankles locks, keeping him trapped between your legs

“more…i can take it…” a moan tingles against your tastebuds, inhaling the inflicted scent of him, all manly, of earth and clay, dewy like grass and damp like stone.

with that notion, he increases his speed, a hands place firm on your abdomen gently massaging the flesh while his cock ravages you. how heavenly the sensation is. never in your life had you recieved such pleasure, each sense heightened, beaming with arousal.

even though your first orgasms has already broken through, you feel that familiar pressure in your abdomen, and not from vessels hand, it swirled and bubbled in your skin, down to your muscles and bone, tight, almost tearing. he could sense it as well, the lack of touch, the over exposure to it now sent you both reeling.

“can i cum inside you, my goddess?” he asks—no! begs for it, just the sound of his whimpers makes your toes curl in delight. you nod— a frantic, feverish nod in agreement. it was one thing to experience the sensation of his cock gutting your womb but to have it filled, oh that would surpass even the most pleasurable of orgasm

he lets out a shaky breath, one that catches in his throat, his lips travel to your, capturing them in another heated kiss, the hand once on your abdomen now drawing impatient circles against your clot, his cock bullying its way into your womb.

“cum for me, my love…”

you throw your head back, stomach coiling with release as you cum around him, the grass below drinking in your sweet essence, the scent like nectar to vessels senses, a trigger that set off his own release.

he coats your cunt in his warmth, a release so strong it sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. your bodies intertwined, connected forever, laid sweat-covered and blissful in the grass, amongst the wildflowers. vessel’s head propped into the crook of your neckC his bodyweight pressing down atop of you, not painful, enough to make your breaths take some effort, other than that if was comfortable. a silence builds between the two of you, not one marred by awkwardness. the both of you content.

“i can’t wait to spend eternity with you, my goddess”