#monster-effer

These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.

You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.

You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.

It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.

You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.

With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.

“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”

You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.

“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.

But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.

“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”

Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.

“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”

As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.

“I’m sure.”

He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.

“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”

Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.

By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.

Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.

When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.

He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”

You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.

“How do you know where you’re going?”

“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.

You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.

“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.

It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”

“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.

“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”

You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.

“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.

You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.

“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”

You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.

“It’smynipples.”

Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.

“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.

“I know,” he cuts in.

“To start, it’s the week before my period-”

“You know? How the fuck-”

“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”

Your mind buffers before you can reply.  “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”

“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”

Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.

“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

All you get is him chuckling as a reply.

“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”

He hums.

“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.

Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?

“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”

Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.

He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.

“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”

“Yes? No? Maybe so?”

You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.

“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”

You can almost feel his smirk from here.

“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.

You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.

His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.

Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.

The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.

“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”

You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.

He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.

“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”

Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.

Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.

With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.

He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.

“That’s it, take what you need from me.”

When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.

“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.

You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.

The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.

The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.

“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”

Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.

“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.

“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.

“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”

He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.

“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”

Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.

“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.

You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.

Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.

You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.

He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.

“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.

“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.

He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.

When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.

While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.

After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.

The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.

When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.

Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.

You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”

Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.

Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.

As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.

After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.

The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.

The fatigue you felt resulted in you slumped over on your couch with your eyes at half-mast. It was silent and peaceful in your apartment, besides the TV playing your favorite show on repeat. The familiarity of the episode playing combined with the blanket you were snuggled under was lulling you to sleep. But a dark shape swooping through your open balcony doors startled you out of your fuzzy daze.

You felt the cloying lethargy leave your body as you scrambled to sit up. It took your eyes a while to focus on what (or who?) invaded your space. Eventually, you spotted Mephie who was perched on top of your coffee table. His red, bejeweled eyes were focused on you, taking in your weakened state. His head was tilted to the side as if he was analyzing you to figure out what was wrong. You gave a weak wave in his direction before melding your body back into the couch. You heard his metal talons click against the coffee table before he pecked at a piece of your hair, let out a mischievous squawk, then left your apartment the way he came.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself before you let sleep take you under once again. The next time you’re conscious, you know that you are not alone. You kept your eyes closed as someone ran their large, cool, hand across your forehead. You tried not to alert the other person that you were awake, but your acting skills left much to be desired.

“I know you’re awake kitten, no need to put on an act for me.”

When Sylus’ velvety voice graced your ears, you finally put in the effort to open your eyes. He was devastatingly handsome on a regular day, but through your sick haze, he looks like a fallen angel specifically here to lift your spirits.

“What are you doing here?” you croaked at him, too weak to judge if this was a fever induced delusion or reality.

“A little birdie told me that my kitten was in trouble. I had to see what you got yourself into this time,” he smoothly replied.

A disbelieving snort left you as you readjusted your body on the couch. You felt gross and sticky with sweat. Your mouth felt dry, and your throat was in shambles from coughing all day. You also felt embarrassed that Sylus was witnessing you in such a state, this was unfamiliar territory for your relationship.

“Well as you can see, I am perfectly safe. I’m just a little sick,” you replied as you allowed your eyes to close once again.

“I think you’re more than a little sick sweetie. Let me take care of you,” he crooned. You already were weak to Sylus when he does literally anything. But when he shows his affectionate side, you can’t deny him. So, you shyly nod your head in acceptance.

Sylus leaves to run a bath for you. You heard him rifle through the cabinets before the sound of Epsom salt pouring into the tub greeted your ears.

When Sylus re-entered the room, he was silent as he headed straight towards you. After picking you up, he walked back into the bathroom. The black and red mist of his evol held you up as he let go of you to quickly undress. When he was done, he helped you undress as well. Once you both were naked, he sunk into the bath water first before pulling you between his legs to settle against his front.

The sponge used to cleanse you felt heavenly on your skin. Each stroke washed away the sweat that came with your sickness. You were boneless in his hold, not putting up any resistance as he diligently washed you, then himself. Delivering sporadic kisses on your skin, so light that you wonder if you imagined them. Still, not a word was said between you. And, at the same time, nothing needed to be said.

This moment felt…intimate in a way that you’ve never experienced before. You rarely get sick. But when you do it is never to this degree. Although you may feel guilt, self-conscious, or the urge to push back against being taken care of in this way — you refuse to put in the effort to deny yourself this comfort.

After you both were dried off and in fresh sets of pajamas, Sylus carried you back to the couch. He laid you down in a sweat free spot with a new blanket while he rummaged through your fridge. The smell of vegetable soup soon filled your apartment and your stomach made a frighteningly eager sound in response. You weren’t certain, but you thought you heard Sylus humming a tune while he prepared your first meal of the day.

In less than an hour your soup was ready, and Sylus once again gathered you into his arms to take you to your dining room table. Instead of putting you down in your own seat, he placed you sideways on his lap and gazed into your eyes.

“Sweetie, considering how fatigued you are right now — how about I just feed you your soup?”

You stare in disbelief as you process his sentence. You could feel a protest build up in your throat as a blush spread across your face. You were suddenly unable to meet his eyes as you wriggled in his lap.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you murmured.

Sylus chuckled lowly before he replied.

“Oh, I insist. I can’t have my kitten burning herself with hot soup because she’s too weak to hold up her spoon.”

While you scrambled to come up with an argument, he gathered some soup on the spoon, blew on it, then offered it to you. His ruby red eyes soaked in the multitude of expressions that cross your face before you let out a resigned sigh and open your mouth.

You accept the first spoonful of soup then let out a pleased hum at the flavors that splash against your taste buds. The veggies in the soup are perfectly cooked and the squeeze of lemon you taste tops everything off. You swallow and look at him expectantly for your next bite.

Sylus lets out a pleased hum at your acceptance then continues to feed you until you are pleasantly full of soup. Warm on the inside and out now.

He spent two more days at your place, catering to your every whim until your sickness let up. Although you would vehemently deny it if asked, you appreciated being spoiled by him in your time of need. And the moments you spent together have lived rent free in your mind (and his) since.

The second time Sylus babied you was while you two were lazed around the Onychinus base. It was a gloomy, rainy day which made a movie marathon the perfect choice of an activity. The minute you arrived; he was at your beck and call. He instructed you to sit and helped you remove your boots, changed you into cozy pajamas, and grabbed whatever item you needed to get comfy on the couch with him.

You both settled on watching a trilogy that neither of you have seen before. The second film was currently on, but it was paused. You were looking up cute cat videos on your phone as small pops and the buttery smell of popcorn wafted throughout the room.

You put your phone down when you heard Sylus return to the living room. He placed down a bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table before sitting on the couch. He pulled you back to your earlier position — which was between his legs — then pressed play to resume the movie. You were blissful as you used his chest tiddies as a pillow.

When a tense scene begins to play out, you hear Sylus dig into the bowl of popcorn. You don’t pay the sound much attention until his hand slowly invaded your field of vision.

You blinked a few times before a warm feeling spread throughout your body. With little hesitation, your mouth dropped open to accept the kernel of popcorn. While you chewed, he ate some popcorn in the meantime. And when you were done chewing, he offered you more pieces until you both had your fill, and the bowl was empty.

It made logical sense for him to feed you when you were sick. But now it seemed like an intentional act of service. You felt soft, cherished and taken care of in a way that you didn’t want to ponder on further. Instead, you were left visibly giddy the rest of the day.

(Sylus pretended not to notice this outcome.)

The third time Sylus babied you was on vacation.

You both managed to make the stars align so that his schedule was free of business deals in the N109 Zone and your time off request was approved by Jenna. You spent a full week together hiking in the mountains, sampling the local cuisine, and basking in each other’s company. Today was the last day of your vacation and you have ended up in a major city.

Tonight, you were dressed in a form fitting, mid-length dress that had a slit on your right side. Your makeup was beautifully done, highlighting your striking features.

Sylus donned an outfit that made your heart flutter each time you glanced his way. Although he typically favored dark colored clothing, tonight he was wearing a breezy, cream colored silk shirt, with linen dress pants. He exuded effortless confidence and was unbearably attractive. This, in addition to the relaxed aura this vacation afforded him was a magnetic combination.

You — and what felt like every other person in the restaurant — could not help but steal a glance at him. You tried to keep your jealous huffs to yourself, but you realized you failed when Sylus sends an amused glance your way.

He doesn’t have the opportunity to tease you over your apparent jealousy because the waiter came and placed your meals on the table. As you reached for your utensils, Sylus placed his hand on top of yours to stop you.

“Since this is the last day of our trip, please permit me one more self-indulgent experience.”

Your heart skipped a beat and your face warmed when you interpreted his request. He was making it clear that he wanted to feed you again, to baby you. But this time you were in public. His offer felt multifaceted.

Sylus was proudly broadcasting the nature of your relationship. It isn’t the first time he’s done this of course. But each time he does, it fills you with butterflies.

He’s making your heart sing because you’ve impatiently waited to see if he would initiate — whatever this is — again. And who are you to deny his wish?

You sent a faux annoyed look his way before nodding your head. It is only then that he scooted his chair closer and began to feed you bites of the creamy pasta dish you ordered. You can’t help but feel the weight of the gazes from the people seated near you. But it all melts away as Sylus focused his full attention on you and offered you perfectly portioned bites. The past few times you were unable to gauge his expression as he fed you, but tonight you had a front row seat to his beautiful visage.

His eyes have softened, and his lips are pulled into a subtle smile as he watched you enjoy each bite. The devotion in his eyes was clear and unmistakable. So much so that you cannot hold in the delighted giggles that bubbled up between bites.

“What’s so amusing kitten?” he asked you leisurely.

“Nothing, I just really love when you treat me like this,” you say shyly as you look down at the table.

“And how am I treating you?” he questioned.

“You’re…babying me,” you said in a hushed tone.

Sylus hummed and used his index and middle finger to tip your chin upwards, so your gaze met his again. “Of course I am, it’s what you deserve,” he rasps before leaning in for a kiss.

From that day, he shamelessly babied you in as many ways as you allowed and you have never felt more fulfilled.

Toji was a frequent visitor to your shared apartment with Sukuna, with his visits occurring at least once per month. Whether it was for movie night, shared dinners or just to talk shit – it always ended the same. With him staying the night in the guest room that you’ve all jokingly dubbed as his room.

Toji would say that you and Sukuna were hounding him to come over in jest, but you all knew the truth. None of you felt right when you’re away from each other for too long.

And like many other Friday nights before, you all were hanging out again. This time, the three of you were spread out around your living room coffee table. A card game was your entertainment. Drinks were plentiful and music from your shared playlist was crooning softly in the background.

But there was something in the air that made this night feel a little different.

When you and Sukuna got together you nervously confessed that you had a crush on Toji as well – afraid that this would be a dealbreaker for him. But to your surprise, Sukuna just smirked and muttered “I know baby,” like you’ve just told him something mundane.

“It doesn’t bother you Kuna?”

He scoffed. “Why would it? Toji and I have wanted you for years. We both agreed that there would be no hard feeling against whoever ended up with you.”

You two haven’t mentioned that conversation since that day, yet it’s lived rent free in your mind since. And as those few sentences loop in your skull, you’re left with so many questions.

Why was Sukuna not jealous? Does Toji still want you? Has he moved on? How exactly did that conversation between them come up?

When no answers made themselves known, a cloud of frustration washed over you. This causes you to place your cards face down on the coffee table and sink back into the couch. Then, you rubbed your eyes and groaned, attempting to rid yourself of these vexing thoughts.

“What’s wrong doll?” Toji’s deep, gravelly voice cuts through your self-induced anguish, bringing you back to the present time. Both him and Sukuna were waiting for you to go next, but your mind was in shambles at the moment.

You feel your skin warm at how easily his old pet name for you rolls off of his tongue. Although he’s referred to you as that for years, it still flustered you. Whenever he called you doll it made you feel like something beautiful that needed to be cherished. And since you and Sukuna became official, he’s been ballsy enough not to stop.

Not that your boyfriend seemed to mind in the slightest.

You remove your hands from your eyes and look Toji’s way. At some point during the card game he’s taken off his shirt and is left wearing  a skintight tank top with some basketball shorts. His well-muscled arms are on full display and biceps looked as bitable as ever.

You fumbled to come up with an excuse. “It’s nothing ‘Ji, I’m just not good at this game.”

Sukuna hummed from his seat  to your right. “I don’t think that’s it, but I’ll let your little lie slide for now.”

You whip your head to the side and give your boyfriend a nasty look. Seeming more amused than chastised, he snorted then pat his leg – beckoning you over.

“Come here princess, I’ll teach you how to play.”

You crawl the short distance between you two along the couch, ending up in his lap. Sitting sideways so you can still see his face and not hinder him placing a card down. Once you’re situated, Sukuna explained step by step what he’s doing and why as he played a shortened round of the card game with Toji. Listening to your boyfriend made you feel at ease because it served as a distraction from the piercing green eyes you’ve caught tracing your figure multiple times tonight.

But soon, Sukuna’s whispered explanations transformed into taunting questions that made your heart race and your pussy ache.

It started with him asking, "You always were a slut for him in a tank top. Do you think he wore that for you tonight?"

You jolted in his lap, feeling like you’ve been shocked.

Within a few minutes of recovering from that, his sinful mouth got to work again while you took a hit from the joint.

“Are you squirming because of me or Fushiguro?"

Completely caught off guard, you were sent into a coughing fit.

As you fought for your life –  you heard Toji make a questioning sound. Which Sukuna responded to while handing you the glass of wine you’ve been nursing all night. Then, they continued playing.

A few rounds later, Toji got up to rummage through your fridge for more drinks. You waited until he was in the kitchen before turning to face your boyfriend.

“Kuna, what has gotten into you tonight?”

“Hmmm,” he paused dramatically, tapping his chin.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Why don’t you tell me what I’ve been doing, clearly,” he said, goading you on.

“You’ve been teasing me about ‘Ji all night. I thought you didn’t hold anything against me for still having feelings for him?” you questioned in a lowered voice, feeling a little hurt.

He leaned in to kiss away your pout, “I am anything but mad at you about that, trust me.”

“Then why-?”

Hearing Toji close the fridge, Sukuna quickly cut you off with a hushed question of his own.

“Have you noticed that Fushiguro can never keep his eyes off your tits? I bet he'd love to slip his dick in between them."

Toji was back in the living room, dropping into his seat before you could respond.

You attempted to suppress your reaction to that mental imagery and relax in your boyfriend’s lap like nothing’s happened. But your emotions were a mess; you didn’t know if you felt more turned on or pissed off at what Sukuna had just said to you.

Then your boyfriend had to make it all the worse by whispering in your ear once more.

“I'd let him fuck you, you know? All you have to do is say the word baby."

Reaching your limit, you jumped up from his lap and threw out “I have to go to the bathroom,” before scurrying to your bedroom and shutting the door.

The silence you left behind was loud.

“Sukuna, what is up with our girl? She’s been twitchy and flushed all night.”

“Our girl huh?” Sukuna asked with a shark like grin.

“Tch,” Toji uttered before taking a swig of his beer.

“Your girl, whatever. You know what I meant to say.”

"Fushiguro, when are you planning to man up and tell her how you feel?"

Toji stiffened momentarily, like a cornered wild animal at the dangerous lilt in his voice. The dark haired man knew he could easily best any random schmuck on the street. But between him and Sukuna, it would be a close call.

"Have you smoked too much tonight? You’re dating her already," he grumbled, unintentionally letting some of his for longing seep through.

Sukuna rested his back against the couch, observing Toji’s demeanor. For anyone that didn’t know him well, it’d look like the other man couldn’t care less about the conversation topic. But he knows his best friend on a much deeper level. Going through puberty together and bonding over the same woman would do that you anyone. So nothing gets past him now, including the slight twitch in between his brows that signified he’s feeling antsy.

“I know we’re together. But I’m talking about you and my girl right now.”

Toji let out a prolonged sigh, deflating as all the fight left his body.

“Look, I get it if you don’t like me making googly eyes at her. But I’m not doing it to be disrespectful, she’s just so-” he cut himself off before he could carry on with that train of thought.

After gathering himself, he continued.

“You know how I feel about her. I can leave if I’ve made either of you uncomfortable,” he said in a somber tone. He then reached for the grinder, rolling paper and cone to pack a new joint while he waited for Sukuna to respond.

“Oh I’m very comfortable and so is she. You’re the only one looking like a kicked puppy here.”

Toji felt a spike of irritation course through his veins. He took a deep breath before he let his temper get the best of him.

“So what, you’re gloating over getting with her before I had the chance to? You want ass pats or something you dick?”

Sukuna took a hit of the remainder of his joint, inhaling deeply before letting a plume of smoke waft out of his open maw. Then he ashed it before setting it down.

"You're denser than I thought Fushiguro, but don't worry, I'll throw you a bone tonight."

“What-” is all Toji is able to get out before you return. And instead of sitting in Sukuna’s lap like before, you sit on the couch cushion next to him.

The three of you easily slip back into your usual banter. But you sense that something is off between your boyfriend and Toji. Especially with the weighted looks they keep exchanging as the hours slip by.

After tackling a fat joint together and playing a few more rounds of cards –  your eyelids start to droop against your will. When there is an extended lapse in the conversation, Toji looked up to see your head resting on Sukuna’s shoulder. The subtle motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath, paired with the relaxed look on your face reminded him of an angel.

“Seems that she’s had enough for tonight, go tuck her in,” Toji said.

Sukuna nodded before lifting you up like you weighed nothing.

“You know where your room is, see you in the morning,” he says over his shoulder as he disappeared with you into the hallway.

Toji gathered up the empty beer bottles scattered across the coffee table then threw them away before heading to bed. He’s stayed over so often that he’s started to leave pajamas, toiletries and shoes behind for when he inevitably returns. After showering in the ensuite bathroom and settling under the duvet, his mind would not let him rest.

His thoughts kept circling around you and Sukuna.

Toji hoped that once you got with his best friend, his attraction to you would fade over time. But everything you did still drove him crazy.

Each time you gloated after a win your juicy tits bounced beneath your shirt. When you flashed a smile his way it made his heart race and his dick that much harder.

And when you flushed over him calling you doll…let’s just say he’ll be touching himself to the expression on your face for many nights to come.

And Toji would be blind not to notice how rattled you were this evening. He would kill to know what filth Sukuna was spewing in your ear to make you squirm like that.

This train of thought led him to ruminate over Sukuna’s pointed questions while you were out of the room. His friend knows how infatuated he’s been with you since you all were kids. It’d be hard to subdue his attraction to you –  his dream girl.

You tested his restraint whenever he was around, and he had to swallow down so many things.

How you make his heart flutter each time he sees you. How he’d do anything  for you to look at him the same way you look at Sukuna. How he’s been unable to stomach seriously dating women since meeting you.

After tossing and turning, Toji finally began to drift off. But a small noise brought him back to the surface of consciousness. That sound resembled a whimper, but before he could brush it off as his imagination it happened again along with a high pitched whine.

Toji’s breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him. Just watching you from across the table all night was torturous enough. Now he has to hear you get fucked by his friend???

Being a light sleeper always bit you in the ass, especially tonight. When Sukuna carried you to your bedroom you were jostled awake. Then the events of tonight slowly resurfaced. This, along with the joints you smoked resulted in pure arousal hitting you like a freight train.

Which is how you landed in your current predicament.

You are trying your hardest to contain your moans while your boyfriend’s length rubbed against your walls in the most satisfying way.

Guilt loomed in the back of your mind for doing this while your friend is in the next room over. But you desperately needed an outlet for all the tension built up within your tummy as the night unfolded.

Your thighs are slotted onto each side of your boyfriend’s waist while you bounce on his thick cock. The sticky plap plap plap sounds produced each time you met his pelvis felt like they were so loud in the early hours of the morning. But you couldn’t stop your hips from seeking out the pleasure that his rigid rod was giving you.

And Sukuna is still being a menace, continuing where he left off in the living room. Suggesting filthy things that made you quiver both inside and out while he squeezed and fondled your chest.

"Fuuuuuck this little pussy is pulsating and I just slid into you. Should I call Fushiguro in here to fill up your mouth?"

You whimpered and shook your head.

"Then why are you so wet tonight? Is it because he’s here, slut?" he hisses out before delivering a stinging slap to your ass.

“Kuna!” you cried out as you involuntarily spasm around him.

"What is my cock not enough for this greedy pussy?" he teased as his hands sunk into the fat of your hips. Helping you slam down harder onto him, making you see stars.

On a particularly hard snap of his hips, his length brushed against the spot that makes your brain tingle. Prompting your mouth to drop open, letting out unfiltered moans. You were pliant in his hold as he pulled your chest down to meet his. Then he planted both of his feet on the bed to fuck up into you with brutal thrusts.

As the haze of pleasure engulfs you, you hoped with your entire being that Toji was asleep during all of this.

Toji is very much not asleep.

And how could he be with your barely muffled voice quivering in the next room over?

Feeling irritated with how quickly he got hard from a few muffled whimpers, he rolled over and groaned into his pillow.

Giving up on falling back asleep – Toji got out of bed and headed towards the door of the guestroom. He figured he’d crack open another beer or two in the kitchen while you two finished up.

But when he stepped foot into the hallway, two things became alarmingly clear.

1. This was a terrible idea. 2. Your bedroom door was left ajar.

Standing frozen, Toji debates whether he should retreat back into his room or risk shuffling past your bedroom door.

When the alluring harmony of your sopping wet pussy and your desperate moans reach his ears unfiltered, the decision is out of his hands. If Toji was a better man he’d be locking himself inside the guestroom right now, trying to block all of this out. But instead, it feels like he is being physically pulled towards your bedroom door. As he stops just shy of the gap, multiple scenarios play out in his head.

In the best case, he can just sate his curiosity with a glance and pretend like this never happened. But in the worst case, Sukuna will kick his ass and ban him from their apartment. Not taking long to deliberate, his dick cast the final vote as he leans into the small opening.

The sight that greets him almost makes him cum on the spot.

It was dark in your bedroom besides the soft glow emanating from the LED lights on your ceiling. You are naked as the day you were born, glistening with sweat. And Sukuna was rutting into your from below.

From his position Toji had a clear view of the way your ass rippled with each ruthless thrust up into your cunt. The slick coating Sukuna's cock each time he exited was visible from the door and it made Toji's mouth water.

Feeling too entangled to back out now, Toji pulls his heavy member out of his basketball shorts and wraps a hand around it. He uses the pre-cum gathering at his tip to lubricate his hand. Then, he strokes himself while watching the best friend he's in love with get pounded into by his other best friend.

How fucked up of a person was he?

Within a few strokes Toji knows he won’t last long.

You were mewling as your boyfriend molded the shape of himself into your snug walls.

“Fuck Kuna, you've been so mean to me all night."

"How have I been mean to you woman?" he huffs back.

"You know what you’ve been doing," you petulantly whined.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, as movement catches his eye near the door. ‘Gotcha’, he thought.

“I don't think I do," he murmured.

"About my crush on Toji. I know you said you aren’t mad, but it feels like you are punishing me for it.”

“I could never be mad at you for that baby,” he cooed back.

“Do you promise Kuna?”

“I promise,” Sukuna says.

Deciding to give his friend a good show – Sukuna lifts you off of him then repositions you on all fours, facing the doorway. Now the tits his friend coveted and your blissed out expression were on full display.

Then, he places one foot on the bed. His balls tapped against your ass each time he sunk into you. You begin to babble incoherently as your walls close in tighter around his length. Like you didn’t want to let him go for too long.

Feeling his balls draw up, Sukuna groaned. He wrapped his hand around your front, landing on your clit. Then, he homes in on your g-spot and rubs your clit just the way you like causing you to lurch forward.

“Don’t run now, come on this cock princess,” he purrs.

You do, almost on command. And with the feeling of your muscles rhythmically squeezing around him – he has no choice but to follow. Dumping his warm, gooey load deep inside of you.

As you collapse face first into the ruined sheets you think you hear a sound that didn’t come from you nor Sukuna. But that thought slips away as sleep claims you.

You are already snoring by the time your boyfriend returns to clean you up.

The next morning Toji is acting weird.

His responses to your boyfriend are short and clipped while he seems bashful when speaking to you. After you all eat breakfast together, he washes the dishes before rushing out of the apartment.

When you send a confused glance your boyfriend’s way he shrugs like he’s just as lost as you are.

But now that Sukuna’s planted the idea into both of your heads, he can see the finish line.

The two of you just needed a few more nudges.

“Fantastic,” you muttered in a tired voice.

As the elevator reached the lobby of the Hunter’s Association building you stuffed your phone back into your bag then powerwalked to your motorcycle.

After securing your bag then donning your helmet and riding jacket, you hopped on your bike and sped home. As you pulled into the driveway you noticed that the light in your bedroom was still on. Which was odd because Valko, your boyfriend, was usually asleep at this hour. Recovering from whatever corporate disaster that decided to grace his desk that day.

Curious about what was keeping him up, you made your way to the front door and unlocked it.

You stepped inside and gingerly closed the door behind you –  just in case your boyfriend fell asleep while waiting for you to arrive home.

When you turned around he was standing before you, giving you a jump scare.

You squeaked at his sudden appearance. Then placed a hand on your chest to calm yourself down.

A scowl graced his handsome face, and his fluffy ears were drooping, emphasizing that you had a very upset puppy to comfort.

“V-val you scared me! What are you doing up so late?”

“Did you forget what tonight was?” he questioned with a snarl in his voice.

Your mind raced through the possibilities.

It was neither of your birthdays, nor an anniversary. You also knew that you didn’t have a date planned tonight because it was busy season at both of your jobs.

Drawing a blank, it was the full moon shining through the living room window that made everything click.

Earlier today, you recalled hearing a news story in passing about the phenomena occurring at this very moment.

Tonight, the supermoon was out in full force. And your boyfriend was fighting against its effects on him.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you took in the subtle changes in his demeanor.

His chest heaved with each breath, there was a flush gracing his face despite the current cold weather, and his fangs have dropped – both longer and sharper than usual.

“And imagine my distress when I couldn’t reach you all day,” he continued, invading your space and backing you into the front door.

 “While I’ve been in agony, craving the touch of my mate,” he whimpered in your ear before nuzzling into your neck. Leaving kisses, licks and the occasional bite behind.

You giggled at the dramatics, loving how needy he’s become.

“Why don’t I make it up to you then hmmm?” you asked as you pet his head, making sure to give his fluffy ears a good scratch.

His tail began to wag in interest at your tone. Yet, he still attempted to pout as he detached from your neck. Upset over having to pause in his very important quest of marking you up.

“Oh? And how are you going to do that?”

You pushed him further away then began to take off your boots followed by your socks.

“You’re going to give me a 5 minute headstart while I take a nice walk in the woods. If you happen to find me...whatever happens after that is up to you,” you end in a sultry whisper.

The crickets chirping outside was the only thing heard as you disrobed. Once you were nude, your eyes met his again.

“Deal,” he barked out.

You smiled, already knowing he’d agree the moment you mentioned the woods.

“Good luck then alpha,” you said as you sauntered past him then out the back door of your shared home.

An “awooooooooooo” is heard behind you as you as your feet met the cold, wet grass and the chilly night air caused your nipples to pebble.

Flashback:

You’ve been pacing for the past few minutes, and your stomach was in knots.

Currently, you were waiting for Sylus to show up to your apartment because you had something important to discuss with him. This topic was nothing new. You’ve tried — and failed — casually bringing up your interest in a certain kink. A kink that involved being chased, hunted, held down and dominated. Just thinking about Sylus doing any of those things to you was thrilling. But you clam up every time you try to start a discussion.

It was beyond frustrating.

To further complicate matters, you aren’t the best at explaining things. The longer your garbled explanations went on, the more you unraveled. And soon after came the overwhelmed tears. Your boyfriend, Sylus — bless his heart — has been endlessly patient with you. It’s like he instinctually knew you were trying to express something that’s deeply personal but you’re weren’t ready to yet.

He's never pushed you. But you can tell he is genuinely interested in and curious about  what you want to say. No matter what he is up to at the time, he drops everything to give you his full attention. Sylus consistently makes you feel seen, heard and loved. Which is why you wanted to share this with him, despite the embarrassment it is taking to reach your destination. And after experiencing the crushing feeling that accompanied yet another failed attempt a few days ago — you made a decision.

To improve your odds, you’ve been practicing how this conversation may go. Both by yourself and with the help of your friends Tara and Simone. You’re not entirely sure either of them will look at you the same after your practice sessions, but they were good sports about it. And as a thank you, you gifted a spooky cat themed tarot card deck to Tara and a unique weapon (to modify as she pleased) to Simone.

After agonizing over having this conversation for real this time, you decided to take the leap of faith. You were sure that Sylus wouldn’t turn you down, because he is always encouraging (begging) you to be greedy about the things you want. Whether it be obtaining material items, spending time with him, or trying new things in the bedroom. All you have to do is ask.

But asking is the step that’s giving you the most trouble. It is the only thing standing in between you and fulfilling your long-held fantasy. You’ve never felt safe enough to bring up with anyone really (besides friends of course). But you’re sick of holding this in, you need to let it out. For better or worse.

Standing still for the first time in the past hour, you audibly sighed and covered your eyes as reality hit. You’re going to discuss something incredibly vulnerable today.

You can, and have, trusted Sylus with your life but even the slim chance of being judged for your interests was putting you on edge. Before you can spiral further, a knock on the glass door of your balcony drew your attention.

Hurrying over to let him in, you try to force a smile despite your inner turmoil.

“You were going to wear away the wood flooring if I let you pace any longer.”

Ah. He was always too observant for your own good.

“Very funny,” you grumbled while rolling your eyes.

Taking one of his hands in yours, you tugged him towards your living room couch without another word. When he sits down you don’t join him. Instead, you stand in front of him, looking down as you fiddled with the hemline of your shirt.

Your nerves were shot.

And somehow the practice sessions you held with your friends have all but slipped your mind. This left you feeling like a deer caught in headlights as your mouth opened then shut without making a sound.

“I haven’t seen you this nervous before. Come here and tell me what’s on your mind. Between the two of us, I’m sure we can resolve it.”

Sylus held out a hand to you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concern. Once you placed your hand in his, he pulled you down to sit sideways in his lap. You could feel his carmine eyes trace your face, trying to glean what was wrong without pestering you to speak before you were ready.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply to steel yourself. The pounding of your heart was so strong you wondered if he could hear it.

“Sylus…I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go on. You can ask me anything,” he replied in a dulcet tone that put you at ease.

Finally feeling emboldened, you asked the burning question that was on your mind.

“What do you know about primal play?”

Current time:

Tonight was anything but normal. Mainly because you were trying your hardest to evade an apex predator.

Someone who seemed to have:

No weaknesses Immeasurable amounts of strength Unbelievable movement speed Impeccable strategic skills

You’re not sure how much longer you can keep narrowly escaping capture. It’s obvious he’s toying with you, because if he really wanted to, he could catch you in an instant.

You’re begrudgingly grateful that he’s playing along though, because despite your exhausted state you don’t want this to end anytime soon. You’ve been horny since receiving your invitation yesterday.

Sy 🐦‍⬛♥️: 1.28175°N, 103.85137°E Sy 🐦‍⬛♥️: tomorrow, 10 pm

Although the entire premise of tonight was based around your fantasies — you had no idea how real it would feel to be in this situation. Your pulse was racing, your mouth was dry, and you could not stop darting your eyes around. You were practically expecting him to emerge from the shadows at any moment.

You can’t help but feel that your capture is imminent. Yet, in spite of this, you continue to push your body forward. Tonight, you’ve had the opportunity to use a few skills obtained from working at the Hunter’s Association to your advantage.

After a few minutes of aimlessly wandering around, you reached a clearing. Said clearing held a tree stump that looked like the perfect seat to rest your weary body on. You knew that letting down your guard right now was not the wisest choice. But at the same time, you did not want to collapse from fatigue before the real fun began. So, you sluggishly made your way to the stump, plopped down, and finally gave your overworked feet a brief respite.

You were mid yawn when a hand covered your mouth, smashing your lips against his palm. When you tensed up, a firm arm wrapped around your waist caging you in completely.

Your eyes popped open as you instinctively struggled against the ensnarement. Wriggling your body, twisting your head side to side, and even trying to bite the hand that was covering your mouth did not faze your captor. In the end, you only succeeded in tiring yourself out.

And during all of this, he was silent behind you. No huffs of amusement, no words uttered. Just sheer strength preventing your body from moving away from his. When you ran out of energy to fight back it was eerily silent in the forest. This not only unnerved you, but it made your heart pump harder against your chest.

All you could hear was your own heavy breathing and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. It was nearly pitch black around you, barring the twinkling stars overhead serving as your saving grace.

Satisfied with seeing the fight leave your body, he finally spoke.

“Did you really think you could hide from me?”

Your face flushed at his mocking tone.

With your mouth still covered, you could not answer him. Instead, a muffled whimper was your only reply.

“No matter where you are, who you are with, or what you are doing. I will always be able to find you.”

Still keeping ahold of you, he leaned down then ran his nose along the column of your neck starting from where it met your shoulder all the way up to your ear. You shuddered hearing him inhale your scent like it was a delicacy, purposefully exhaling on the shell of your sensitive ear.

“Do you know why that is?”

Struggling to stay present and not succumb to the arousing sensations it took you a while to realize he was waiting for a response. You shook your head.

“Because you are mine.”

He said it so confidently, like it is a universal truth. Like you belonging to him was a fact that could not be disproven nor rendered obsolete. Which did nothing to dampen how turned on you were. Since he caught you unawares, your panties have been pasted to you. Sticky with evidence of your need.

After his declaration he removed his hand from your mouth and wasted no time pushing you off the stump.

You squealed as your hands and knees met the ground.

“W- what are you doing?” you asked breathily.

Sylus chuckled lowly without answering you. Since you met, there have been plenty of laughs shared between the two of you. But tonight, it sounded like his voice dropped an octave. And it sent a chill down your spine.

“Guess,” he purred.

You gulped as he started to strip you of your clothing. First your shoes and socks, then he rolled your athletic tights down your legs. You were left in nothing but your damp underwear, t-shirt and sports bra, practically laid bare but completely at his mercy. It made you feel vulnerable in a way that was exhilarating yet uncomfortable.

As Sylus turned away to place your clothes in a neat stack, you were on your feet once again. Running into the woods with bare feet. The crunch of fallen leaves under your soles echoed loudly in your ears.

Goosebumps broke out on your skin when his incredulous chuckle reached you. Quicker than your eyes could track, Sylus appeared in front of you, blocking your path. His right eye glowed as his gaze was intent on you, giving him insight into your deepest desires. Further stripping away any layer of protection — mental or otherwise — you had left.

You tried to juke him, but he wasn’t easily fooled, instead, you crashed right into his chest. A whoosh of air was forced out of your lungs on impact.

Tired of your games, he quickly clamped his arms around you. Your nipples pebbled in anticipation as your arms were trapped against your side and your chest was crushed against him.

“Bravo,” he murmured condescendingly.

“I thought you tired yourself out, but I suppose I was wrong.”

“And to think — I was being nice earlier. But if you want to play dirty…I will as well.”

The black and red tendrils of his evol surrounded your wrists, pulling them behind your back to act as makeshift handcuffs. Once your hands were secured, he made his way behind you. Then, he pressed down on your shoulders, making you drop to your knees. Next, he pushed on your back, encouraging you to bend over. Your cheek pressed into the ground, making you arch your underwear covered bottom towards him.

In what seemed to require as much effort as tearing a piece of paper in half — he ripped the gusset of your underwear in two to expose your sopping wet mound to the chilly nighttime air.

You trembled and held your breath as your hole winked in response to the sudden change in temperature. You were helpless, unable to do nothing but await his next move.

Sylus let out a guttural sound at the sight you made.

You were glistening between your folds under the moon light. The position you were in could not be more submissive. Watching you shake like a leaf on the forest floor made you look like an animal cowering in fear.

When you first proposed this idea Sylus was surprised to say the least. His sweet kitten requesting to be stalked, hunted and treated like an animal was never something he thought of. Admittedly your discussion gave him pause, but he agreed because he would try anything for you.

But tonight, he’s been caught off guard with how easily he stepped into this “predator” role. He hasn’t stopped bulging against the zipper of his pants since this show began.

And you…weren’t making things any easier. You performed beautifully tonight. And now that he’s restrained you, you looked like a ripe and juicy fruit, ready to be devoured.

So, he did.

When he dug his hands into the plush of your thighs, he felt you twitch in response. He used this hold to push your legs apart. Then, he leaned in to enjoy his well-earned meal.

He lapped hungrily at the seam of your mound making sure to lather plenty of saliva over your opening. He savored the sounds you made when he dipped his tongue teasingly into your hole, making your ass jiggle as you jolted forward.

You were never left unsatisfied with Sylus’ performance in the bedroom. But tonight, the way he moved, touched and tasted you was distinctly different. It’s like like he’s been possessed. The slurping and sucking sounds coming from behind you were making you blush. He was being so loud, unabashed in his pursuit of making your mind go blank.

You tried to pull away from him, but instead of a temporary reprieve, you cried out when he forcefully pulled you back onto his tongue. He pinched your clit as punishment before pulling away to gruffly say, “don’t run.”

Then he gathered some of your slick to rub your bundle of nerves, continuing to lick up your juices. The dual stimulation was sending sharp jolts of euphoria through you and before long you shattered against his face.

You felt Sylus growl against your pussy as you spasm. When you finally still and begin to relax into the dirt, his silky voice breaks through the peaceful atmosphere.

“We aren’t done.”

“I need a break, that was so much,” you protested, lacking conviction.

“Oh you don’t need a break kitten, you are perfectly ready to take me,” he said before notching himself against you then bottoming out in one push.

You keened from the struggle of adjusting to his sudden entry. It was no secret that Sylus encouraged you to take charge in and outside of the bedroom. But in contrast, seeing him indulge in his dominant side tonight made you feel hot all over. Your clit throbbed each time he bested you tonight and arrogantly exerted his control.

Sylus held onto your hips then withdrew until just his tip remained. With little pause he thrust back in — setting an unforgiving pace. Your gummy walls desperately clung to him, almost refusing to let go. His length was covered in your juices, nearly gluing his hips to your backside each time they met.

He was beyond elated to finally feel you, after watching your every move and trailing you throughout the forest. Your unrestrained moans were throwing him into a frenzy. With the last of his restraint gone, he couldn’t resist pounding you into the ground. He needed to draw more of those addicting sounds from you.

It turned him on beyond measure to see and feel how much you were enjoying this crushingly erotic experience. He could feel himself getting close, but he needed more of you.

He could never have enough.

Dissipating his evol, he pulled your torso towards him until your back met his chest. He settled his forearm around your neck to keep you in place.

Sylus did not squeeze your neck hard, but the firm presence of his veiny appendage made your breath catch in your throat. Not giving you much time to adjust to the new position, he carried on rutting into you until you saw stars.

As you approached your release, you melted against him while he continued burying himself into your aching hole. With little warning he filthily groaned into your ear before you felt him splash your insides with his essence.

Soon, you are tumbling over the edge as well — cursing as your walls convulse uncontrollably around his cock. When he pulled out, you winced as you felt the mess that was left behind.

Your body was wrung dry. And you can already feel where bruises will form tomorrow. But, in spite of it all, this was everything you could have hoped for. Your mind feels too cloudy to fully articulate how fulfilling this experience was.

“That was amazing,” you mumbled.

His gaze was fond as he helped you get dressed before picking you up.

Sylus chuckled as he rasped, “I’m glad you had fun sweetie. Let’s get you home so I can clean you up, hmm?”

As far as aftercare goes, Sylus did not skimp. After arriving to his place, he brought you a glass of water, placed you in a warm bath, fed you, then put you to both to bed.

You are diagnosed with ADHD You are impulsive when it comes to fun purchases You struggle with money management

He has seen how you put yourself into tight financial situations because you cannot resist buying a special edition plushie that just released at midnight.

On multiple occasions you have spent countless hours and your last dollar at the arcade trying to nab a plushie that is smooshed into the corner of the claw machine. Some days you get the plushie you want and other days you don’t. But in either scenario, you end up eating ramen noodles until your next paycheck hits.

Although you have tried to hide this impulsive side of yourself, Sylus doesn’t miss a single thing about you. He has eyes, ears and a crow at his disposal in and outside of the N109 Zone.

He has no interest in trying to “correct” this part of you, instead he tries to help you in his own way.

He gives you his black card so you can impulsively purchase whatever you want, guilt free. And when you refuse to use it, he replaces your payment information with his on each website you frequently use to go shopping.

You eventually notice this and re-enter your information, but Sylus would follow up and replace it with his card information once again. He was relentless, and eventually you gave in.

He also (secretly) became the owner of the arcade you frequent so you get unlimited coins and can hog the claw machine for as long as you like without being disturbed.

He never wants you to fall behind on your bills or have to skip a fun purchase due to the limitations of your bank account. Sylus is filthy rich and has everything he could ever ask for, including you.

Nothing else in this world gives him as much pleasure as fulfilling your desires and he will always strive to do so.

Rafayel – lost in thought/ignore your surroundings

Every time Rafayel meets you in a new timeline, he notices small differences. In one you were a member of the royal family desperate to escape your responsibilities, in another you were an author, and in this one…he’s not quite sure what to make of you yet.

You were noticeably introspective, to the point that you often get lost in your thoughts. Blocking out any and every attempt to get your attention unless he is exceedingly persistent.

At first, this concerned him because he thought you weren’t interested in him. It felt like the ultimate rejection, and it hurt him deeply in way that he could only express in Lemurian.

But as you got to know each other you shared with him that you are diagnosed with ADHD. Which results in your inattentiveness.

Rafayel was relieved to have an explanation for this phenomenon and from that day he forms a new habit in response.

When you two are hanging out at his place, yours or in public he always carries a sketchbook with him. He never misses the opportunity to depict your visage when you are lost in the multitude of thoughts that race through your head.

Luckily for him, your mind wanders frequently when you’re together, and so far he has five sketchbooks filled entirely with your beautiful face. Some of the sketches are unfinished and others are completed with color, it just depends on when you come back to him.

Rafayel is always patient with you and never tries to “fix” you because you are his perfectly imperfect muse.

Caleb – impulsivity, daydreaming, hyperfixations

Caleb knows everything about you, from the various ways ADHD manifests in your daily life, to the fact that thunderstorms scare you.

He has witnessed your impulsiveness firsthand when it comes to jumping headfirst into danger. And although he’s seen it time and time again, it never makes it easy for him to bear. He feels overwhelmingly protective of you, he wants to hold you close and never let go. But he knows that you value your freedom and independence. So, he tries to dampen his controlling tendencies. At least the very obvious ones.

There are times when he has been mid-conversation with you, only for you to stop replying. And when he looks over, he can already tell that you’re lost in your own world. He takes this time to observe you with no repercussions. To really take you in, because you always berate him for his “creepy” staring otherwise.

And for completely selfish reasons he loves the fact that you’re currently hyperfixated on him since he’s returned from the dead. You may try to hide it, but he can tell that you’re absolutely obsessed with him. He thinks it’s sooooo cute how you blow up his phone, want to occupy all of his time when he is in Linkon and how you bombard him with question after question about what he got up to during his time away.

He knows that sometimes your hyperfixations don’t last long. But there are some you’ve held onto since you were kids. He secretly hopes that your hyperfixation on him lasts a lifetime, as wrong as that may be.

Although he feels a little guilty about enjoying it so much, he is in love with you. He wants no one else and it gives him a rush to know that you feel the same, in your own way.

Xavier – forgetfulness + daydreaming

Xavier has traversed time and space to find you again and keep you safe. He cherishes every moment he gets to spend like it was his last.

When he opens up to you, you feel comfortable enough to do the same. During your heart to hearts you share with him that you have ADHD. It affects your memory in a way that is hard to describe, but you settle on the description of “out of sight out a mind.” This combined with your tendency to get lost in your own thoughts has resulted in more than a few mishaps throughout your life.

Once Xavier is aware of this, he makes it his mission to always be by your side, so you don’t forget him. You try to explain that that would be impossible because he is such an important person to you and also your mission partner, but he is stubborn. Because to him, nothing could be worse than you, the light of his life, forgetting that he existed. Even for a brief moment.

When you lose track of time and almost miss an appointment, Xavier is there to teleport you to your destination.

When you almost miss work because you forgot to set your alarm for the 10th time in the past 2 weeks, he is gently nudging you awake.

He does not see your inattentiveness and forgetfulness as character flaws. They are just a part of what makes you uniquely you.

If Xavier has to serve as your personal planner and alarm clock sometimes, he doesn’t mind. Because you are the most important person to him.

Zayne – hyperfixation

Zayne has a sharp memory, so when you two meet again as adults he is already aware that you have ADHD tendencies. Now he sees you have an official diagnosis once he accesses your medical records for the first time.

He has a logical explanation for why you engage in the behaviors that others may find frustrating to deal with, like your almost unbreakable concentration when you are hyperfixated on something.

Your brain lacks dopamine, so you are naturally drawn to stimulating activities, which results in you locking in when a new activity, show, or topic captures your attention.

Zayne would never push medication used to manage ADHD on you, unless you expressed interest in them.

He would actively monitor you when you get into one of those hyper focused moods though. He would periodically bring you water, meals/snacks, snap you out of your trance for stretch breaks and urge you to sleep if you show no signs of winding down for the day.

IMO Zayne would be a very accommodating partner because he knows medically what’s going on and he would never get annoyed with you for chasing what fuels you.

The last thing you can fuzzily recall was accusing Sylus of cheating in the card game. You may have had too many mixed drinks at that point, but with Luke egging you on, you were determined not to lose to Kieran nor your boyfriend. All of you — including Mephie — ended up playing games together until the early hours of the morning.

As you first began to wake up a few things were clear:

The blackout curtains were drawn. You were laying under cool, silky black sheets. Your head was nuzzled against Sylus’ chest. And…there was something firm and twitching under the loose grip of your left hand ??!??!?!!!

Resisting the immediate urge to flinch away, you laid there to fully process your predicament. On a positive note, you were miraculously hangover free. But, on the opposite end your heart was racing and you felt mortified over groping Sylus in your sleep.

Not to mention, there was a needy and persistent warmth building in your tummy. Mostly due to how warm and hard he felt through his pajamas pants.

In any other circumstance, you would wake him up before getting out of bed. But today it was your goal to leave undetected, take care of your arousal, and pretend like this entire fiasco never happened.

Which was easier said than done because Sylus is a notoriously light sleeper. But the embarrassment you felt overruled the poor likelihood of your plan being a success.

As carefully as you could manage, you regretfully loosened your grip on Sylus then slid your traitorous hand back towards your body. At what felt like a snail’s pace, you lifted your head off his chest then sat up in bed.

You risked a glance at his sleeping face and mercifully saw no signs of him waking up soon. Relieved, you swung your legs towards the edge of the bed, trying to make the minimal amount of noise.

As you stood up and stretched, a sigh of relief left your mouth. You managed to take three steps towards the bathroom door before the familiar presence of Sylus’ evol reached you.

A surprised yelp left you as red and black tendrils encircled your waist. Then, you were swiftly lifted and deposited directly onto his lap. Placing your core snuggly against his hot length.

You were too stunned to speak.

Looking as pleased as a predator that just captured the feast of a lifetime, Sylus took in the expression on your face.

“So,” he paused for a dramatic length of time, holding intense eye contact with you.

“How was it?”

His voice than deeper than usual after just waking up. That, combined with the subtle growl that came along with his question made your thighs stiffen. You felt just like cornered prey, skittish and looking for an exit route.

But despite the shock of being caught and manhandled, your clit pulsed in tune with your heartbeat.

“How was what?” you asked shakily while breaking eye contact.

You hear him huff before answering.

“Don’t play dumb. Did you forget where your hand was when you woke up?”

You gasped before snapping your gaze back to him.

Without answering him, you observed him closely. His eyelids were lowered over darkened irises, and he was sporting an insufferable smirk. You’re aware that he knows about the compromising position you found yourself in, but you still want to resist.

“You were awake the entire time?” You asked as you felt your heart drop.

He raised an eyebrow as a dangerous glint reflected in his eyes.

“Let’s make a deal. You answer my question first, then I’ll answer yours.”

Before you could respond to his offer, he clutched your hips with both hands and ground your core down against his length.

You involuntarily mewled before shakily muttering, “I- I didn’t do it on purpose! I just woke up and my hand was…there.”

He tsked in feigned disappointment before bucking his hips into you. There was only a thin layer of clothing separating him from the part of you that was screaming for attention.

Ignoring the strangled noise you let out, he continued.

“I didn’t ask if you did it on purpose kitten.”

He used his grip on your hips to hold you still as he continued to roll his clothed erection across your aching entrance. Patiently awaiting your answer.

You could not contain the shudders that wracked your body each time he made contact with your sensitive clit. You desperately wanted to feel more of this cloying pleasure because the teasing friction he was creating wasn’t enough.

It was soooo hard to focus and try to come up with another way to deflect. Especially with how blank your mind became each time he undulated his hips.

The only things you could think of at the moment were:

“Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me, please-” “Why is he such a light sleeper?” “He’s never going to let this go, ahhhh”

Seeing no other way out, you finally acquiesced.

“You want to know how it was?” you ask breathily.

“Just feeling how hard you were made me so needy. Instead of waking you up, I was going to take care of myself in your bathroom...”

On edge from the mounting pleasure you incredulously whined when Sylus suddenly stopped his torturous movements.

“If you want me, you can have me. You know I love when you’re greedy.”

After he says that, something in you snaps.

Before he could tease you further, you made your move. You lifted your hips just enough to release him from his pants and rubbed his weeping tip against your entrance. Then, let gravity control your descent.

When your hips met his, your head dropped back at the sensations. Distantly you heard Sylus swear before latching onto your hips once again. You didn’t start moving once you adjusted, instead you soaked in how perfectly he filled you up. Somewhat delirious, you swore you could feel his length impatiently twitch inside of you.

Once you got your footing, you began to ride him. You were so aroused that a sloppy, squelching sound rang through out the room each time you bottomed out. Sylus was mesmerized by the vision you made. He lived to watch you take what you wanted from him. Especially when you used him for your pleasure. Before long, the two of lost yourselves in the intrinsic rhythm.

As your climax approached, your legs began to tremble from fatigue.

Without you even needing to ask, Sylus took over. He planted his feet on the bed, pulled your torso down to meet his and ruthlessly pounded your aching pussy.

You went limp in his arms as the remaining strength left your body. In this closer position your clit consistently rubbed against his abdomen, turning your brain into mush. Moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth as you weren’t able to do anything but lay there and take him.

But, you found the strength to speak once the tale tell sign of your stomach tightening and your walls quivering began.

“Sy-”

“I know my love, let go for me. This is what you wanted right?” his lips brushed against your ear as he cooed to you.

You started to beg “Pleasepleasepleaseplease” and squirmed in his hold, but you don’t make it far. You felt so restless, the pent up tension in your body needed an outlet.

“You’re doing so well for me. Just relax,” Sylus pants against your neck as he focuses on pushing you over the edge.

Without warning you grow silent and begin to tremble as the warm feeling of release spread throughout your body.

Sylus was left breathless when you fluttered around him. It wasn’t long before he released warm spurts deep inside of you.

The room was silent now, besides the heavy breathing as you two calmed down.

And once he recovered, he kissed your forehead before rasping, “see what happens when you’re honest with me?”

By 2:58 am you finished drawing the summoning glyph before pulling out your knife and reciting the chant you knew by heart. The sting of the knife cutting into your palm was unpleasant, but this was the price you were willing to pay to summon the formidable and ominous fiend, Sylus. You needed him to reach the Sacredcore and rid yourself of the Rosedream Plague. You outlived your immediate family, friends, and everyone you have ever known. Most people would covet immortality, but when it came with such a hefty and painful trade off — you yearned for the fragility of human mortality as the decades passed you by.

As the crimson droplets seeped into the lines of your glyph you held your breath in anticipation for his appearance. You readied your uninjured hand with a defensive glyph to protect yourself in case Sylus wanted to fight before he bowed to your will. But the adrenaline slowly drained from your muscles as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as bitter disappointment enveloped you. How had this not worked? You researched for months into summoning Sylus, poured over countless tomes, consulted with multiple mages and downed innumerable foes to ensure that you got this moment right.

For a normal mage, attempting this ritual would be an act of sheer folly but you were confident that the magical prowess you honed over years of roaming this plane was sufficient to summon a fiend of his caliber. The anger coursing through your veins was not enough to override your tired mind, so with a huff, you stomped back downstairs to your bedroom and fell asleep within a few seconds of your body hitting your sheets.

As you slept the summoning glyph upstairs lit up, illuminating the entire room before falling back dormant.

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You have always had strange dreams since you contracted the Rosedream Plague. But you could tell that this one was different because you were lying on a soft bed of rose petals, clothed in an almost see through night dress that cut off just above your knees. Your surroundings looked hazy, and you felt a warm ache in your loins that has eluded you since the pain from your curse had intensified. You distantly heard the swish of wings flapping as a figure descended from above.

The new arrival remained silent as they stalked closer towards you. The mist did nothing to mask their piercing red eyes, and your heart rate increased in tempo as you sat up. When he emerged from the mist, you could not help but admire your dream’s intruder.

The smug smile stretched across his lips did nothing to diminish his many attractive features. He was tall, easily towering over you as he came to stand at the foot of your rose bed. His four wings, previously spread out as he descended, were now folded close to his body. He was dressed impeccably, so much so that if you spotted him on the street, you would have mistaken him for a Count. And his tail bone length hair was captivating. You longed to run your hands through it if given the chance. As you finish the perusal of your still silent guest, you are unable to ignore how aroused you’ve become.

Attempting to distract yourself, you clear your throat and try to think of something to say. Your dream visitor chooses now to break the heady silence.

“You used your blood as bait. I hope you’re prepared to become my feast.”

A shudder wracked your body as the low timber of his voice washed over you like a wave.

“Are you Sylus?” you asked lowly.

He looked down on you as his eyes slowly raked over your figure. Then, he snapped his fingers. Once he did so, you are compelled to lie down. And as hard as you tried, you were unable to will your muscles to move again. His surprisingly soft locks brushed against your body through your night dress, and you shuddered as he straddled you.

He grabbed your chin to make your eyes meet his before he spoke again.

“Who else would I be? You’re the one who awakened me after all.”

Although you could not move, you were thankfully still able to speak.

“W-why did you not appear when I summoned you?”

Sylus chuckled before stealing a kiss from your lips.

He draped himself over your body, making sure you felt the firm press of his erection on your tummy before whispering into your left ear.

 “Because you made a mistake.”

You let out a pathetic whimper at the feel of his length through the barely there barrier that was your night dress. If you had control over your limbs, you would be squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of this tension.

“If I made a mistake, then why are you here?”

He pulled away from your ear and held your gaze. The smile your query resulted in was maddening. You were able to catch a flash of what appeared to be fangs, and it added further fuel to the heat of the arousal roaring in your tummy.

“Being summoned like this is a first for me, but you’re bright. I’ll let you figure it out for yourself. For now, I need to collect my payment. I am…starved.”

You weren’t able to question him further before he captured your lips in a wet, messy kiss. He lightly nipped your bottom lip in his fervor and groaned at the sweet taste of your blood. Seeming incensed, he lapped up the blood before his tongue invaded your mouth. You wrestled against the invasion and tangled your tongue with his for what seemed like an hour. And when your moans began to seep into his mouth, he pulled back to trail kisses down your body.

“What are you doing? I summoned you for help, not to bed me.”

As Sylus reached your breast, he paused briefly to say, “You will get your help, but I need to be fed.”

When he enveloped one of your nipples into his warm mouth — through your night dress — all thoughts of questioning him further left your mind. You swore his tongue had lengthened as it wrapped around your nipple in a way that should not have been possible. As he laved and licked your nipple raw, he used his free hand to fondle your other breast and circle your erect nipple with his finger. Soon, he delivered the same attention to the previously unoccupied nipple, working you into an incoherent mess. Just as he drove you to the edge of ecstasy, he released your nipple from his mouth. The damp fabric left in his wake cooled quickly against your skin.

“I can feel you holding back. Submit yourself fully to me, and I will help you on your quest.”

Your throat felt parched as you spoke again, “I summoned you; you are mine to command.”

He ignored you to place delicate pecks down your stomach to your meagerly covered cunt. Your chest heaved and your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the bewitching demon betwixt your legs. He looked like the definition of sin. His eyelids are lowered over his carmine eyes, a light flush is present over his cheek bones, and he used his warm hands to cup the back of your thighs and spread your legs for him. Your thin night dress was bunched up around your waist, leaving you exposed to the night air and his unrelenting gaze.

“An amateur’s trick is not enough to hold me. But your blood tastes like the finest ambrosia. I will allow you to command me until your blood and power fulfill my desire.”

After cementing your deal, he sank down and huffed hot air against your aching core. You felt how sopping wet you’ve become from his devilish tongue and hands. Although you protested initially, the tension in your body was becoming too much to handle. You yearned to comb your fingers through his locks and drag him against your mound, but you were left lying back, panting like a small animal. Anxiously awaiting his next move.

“Sylus-” you started to complain.

The first drag of his hot, thick, long tongue up your slit rendered you speechless. Your gasps and moans filled the air as he used it to split apart your lips — gathering your essence. When he reached your clit, he used the tip of his tongue to teasingly circle around your sensitive bud — sending zaps of pleasure through your body. He lapped over your nub, covering it in his saliva, causing you to clench around nothing while you cried out.

You were lulled into a blissful state where you knew nothing but pleasure. Sylus let out grunts and deep groans into your mound, seeming to gain as much pleasure as you were from this defiling act. Before long, you felt your orgasm approaching at an unstoppable rate.

“There you go, give it to me. Feed me.” Sylus demanded, barely detaching himself from your slick heat before diving back in with ardor.

You let out a loud, uninhibited moan as you reach your peak. The heady dream world dissolved into reality as you came to in your bed — still experiencing the pulsing aftershocks from your orgasm. You took a shaky breath then rolled over towards your side table to grab a quill and parchment. You jotted down the words that were echoing through your mind before they could dissipate “Travel to Velmure, there you will be closer to finding what you desire.”

When you reach over to place your things back on the side table an immaculate gemstone is waiting for you. You placed it in your satchel, planning to bring it to Velmure with you without further thought.

You arrived in Velmure the very next day. There, you heard rumblings about a gathering where Sir Sahren’s poem “Night Whispers” was being auctioned off. You knew that this was the lead you needed to progress. The auction was packed with stuffy nobles and overeager mages alike. The bidding war grew fierce, with the last bid climbing to 60,000 silver. Clutching the gem in your fist, you placed your bid for 100,000 silver and claimed Night Whispers for yourself. You gracefully dodged Marquess Swain’s inquiries into the reason behind your astronomical bid and overly generous payment then went on your merry way.

That night you retreated to your manor once more to study the poem. During your analysis, you noticed the spaces between verses were an incantation. Said incantation formed a map, which when compared to old maps of the capital — pointed towards your next destination. Hand drawing a map of your own, you tucked it away in your satchel.

Exhausted from the day, you changed into your night clothes and fell into a fitful sleep.

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Moments after your breath evened out, you were drug into another unusual dream. Once again, you were wearing the same sheer house dress surrounded by roses and fog. But tonight, you were running away from something. You heard cries of agony and felt fire lick at your back before his unmistakable voice graced your ears.

“Don’t look back, you wouldn’t want to be caught.”

Discarding his advice, you looked back and gasped at the demon closing in on you. You stumbled over your own feet and fell to the ground — landing on your hands and knees. Before you could scramble back up, he was upon you. You felt his large palm press into your back; his warmth seeped through the almost transparent fabric of your outfit.

Unable to push back against such force you laid face down on the ground, turning your head to the side to avoid crushing your nose. The snap of his fingers was heard somewhere behind you, and you already know that you won’t be moving again tonight.

Sylus crouched over you and snuffled at your neck like one animal scenting another. The huffs of warm air that met your neck drove you wild, but you refused to be the one to break the silence.

“I told you not to look back.”

He said as a taunt for ending up in this position.

“It’s almost as if you wanted to be caught, Miss Mage.”

You felt flustered at his implications. “How deranged would one have to be to want to be caught by a demon like you?”

His dark laugh rumbled throughout the dreamscape.

“Hmmm, I’ll let you tell me Countess.”

He began to kiss and suck at your neck, heating up your body with anticipation once again. His hands trailed down your back before reaching your buttocks. He massaged your cheeks for a moment before pushing your legs apart with his knee.

“Tell me, did my clue and gift help you out?”

You had to focus more than you would have liked to put a sentence together.

“Yes, it did, which is what I summoned you for,” you replied haughtily.

He hummed in response as he pushed up the hem of your night dress to expose your bottom half fully.

“Good, since I’m fulfilling my part of our deal. I think it’s time for you to fulfill yours, hmm?”

You whined as a thick finger, slid up and down your slit. You were already wet the moment Sylus pushed you down. But hearing his deep voice in your ear and feeling his hands on your body turned you on beyond reason.

You were unable to squirm away (or towards) the sensations that he was causing as his finger circularly rubbed over your aching clit. When he rubbed up and down your slit, his finger caught on your entrance and began to press in.

“Tell me beloved, have you figured out what I am yet?”

Your mind was a jumbled mess filled with pleasure, info on the Sacredcore and magical glyphs at the moment. This resulted in you taking longer than usual to give him an answer.

“I know that incantation by heart, so I made no mistake there. Which leads me to believe that my summoning glyph was the issue. Judging from how you’re feeding off my sexual energy, I deduced that you are an incubus with an acquired taste for blood.”

“Mmm, it seems I underestimated your intellect, here let me reward you.”

He sunk his thick middle finger into your core with no further prompting. Your warm, gooey walls wrapped around his invading digit until your entrance met the base of his finger. He did not let you adjust for long before he was fucking you with deep, hard thrusts. Upon changing the angle of his hand and pulling out his finger, he brushed against a spongy area inside of you that caused you to cry out and clench down hard.

“Oh, is that the spot?” he cooed as he completely removed his finger. Then, two fingertips greeted your entrance before they sunk into you with little resistance. His sole focus from then on was brushing past, rubbing against and around that spongy area that drove you to make the prettiest sounds.

Your whimpers turned into keens as a sensation you’ve never experienced, built up in your lower stomach. You heard Sylus sniff at your neck and let out a pleased hum. His rough thrusts into your gooey walls caused a squelching, sordid sound to emit between the two of you. Low groans were heard behind you as he rubbed his rock hard length against your leg for some relief.

“You’re close aren’t you? Go on, take my fingers. Let go for me.”

Having no other choice but to endure the unrelenting pleasure — your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you soaked his fingers, the ground below you and in the waking world — your bed sheets. You woke up breathless and covered in the evidence of your dream. You reached over to your side table to jot down “painting in the vault, blood is the answer” before cleaning up in the bath and getting ready for the day.

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By nightfall, you have reached the vault your hand drawn map has pointed you to. Thanks to your clues from your nighttime menace, you identify the painting easily and cut into your palm to spill blood on the glyphs in place – breaking the lock set by Sir Sahren himself. As the building violently rumbled you dashed towards the exit, barely making it out before it tumbled to the ground.

The ominous blood mist spreading from the destroyed vault, surrounded Velmure and sent nobles and mages into a frenzy. Closer now than you have ever been to the Sacredcore, you slinked home to avoid the mages you heard making their way towards the vault behind you.

Once you were back within the confines of your manor, you washed away the dust, dirt and grime accumulated from your foray in the vault. As you tried to come up with a plan on what to do next, sleep beckoned your arrival.

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Sylus awaited you the moment you started dreaming. He is reclined on a massive throne, made of rose petals, looking as regal as a king. His red eyes traced your figure with hunger and something more that you aren’t able to decipher.

“Has anyone ever told you that after you cast spells, you radiate a unique warmth?”

You lifted an eyebrow at him, “Aside from you, who else would notice?”

An amused glint filled his eyes. “If I’m the only one, then that’s even better.”

He went on. “You have proven that your power, desires and blood are more than enough to satisfy me. I will continue to help you reach the Sacredcore but I need to be by your side for these next steps.”

“How will an incubus walk amongst men?”

“With the help of a powerful mage of course. You will use this glyph to summon me — correctly this time. Then, I will be able to help you at my full capacity. But first, I need to be fed more than usual tonight.”

His devious smirk sent a delighted shiver down your spine.

“If this will lead me to the Sacredcore, so be it.”

Silently, he unbuckled his pants to unsheathe his cock. Then, he motioned you towards him and his throne of rose petals. When you stood before him — he pulled you up to straddle his lap, facing him. Once seated, he grabbed ahold of the globes of your ass to make you hover above his length with his tip kissing your entrance.

His eyes met yours as he rubbed your opening against him, teasing you.

“As you command, my beloved.”

Soon after finishing his sentence; he impaled you onto him causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. He used his hold on you to drag you up and down his length. Since he has not rendered you immobile, you pushed away his hands and began to ride him at your own pace.

Sylus let out a growl when you wined your hips and ground down onto his length. Your warm walls pulsed and held him snugly as if you didn’t want him to go.

“Oh? Is this what happens when I let you take the reigns?”

You unconvincingly glare at him before threading your fingers through his hair to pull him in for a kiss. Your tongues wrestle for dominance as you mapped out each other’s mouths. He moaned into the kiss after you bit hard into his bottom lip drawing blood.

“You want to play that way, huh?”

He used one of his fingers to fondle your clit, only adding to the intense pleasure wracking your body. His cock was reaching so deep inside of you that you know you are ruined for anyone else. You felt overwhelmed as your orgasm quickly approached. Sylus used one of his hands to pull your neck towards his mouth.

“May I?”

“You may,” you panted out before the tingling sensation of his sharp fangs sinking into your flesh registered. As he drew your blood into his mouth, the euphoria from it combined with him inside of you was enough to send you tumbling over the edge.

“With my power, you shall tear open fate’s gates. And with your blood and pleasure, I will gain my invincible form,” is the last thing you hear before you wake up. You jotted down the glyph shown in your dream and gathered the needed materials in preparation for heading up to the attic.

You took over an hour to carefully draw out the summoning glyph. Once you’ve tripled checked that it was correct, you recited the chant then sliced open your palm. Blood dripped onto the ground, quickly being sucked into the lines of the glyph. You held your breath until the summoning circle set the room alight and Sylus stood before you.

“It seems you were successful this time, I’m glad.”

He grabbed your arm and placed a delicate kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“Tomorrow, we will go to the hunting grounds just outside the city. There is someone I would like you to meet.”

“You want me to…meet someone on the hunting grounds?” you asked dubiously.

“You’ll see what I mean soon enough.”