#niqesse

Rating: Explicit

Fandoms:

Final Fantasy XIVFFXIV

Relationships:

Emet-Selch/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Zenos yae Galvus/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Zenos yae Galvus/Original Character(s)Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV)/Original Character(s)

Characters:

Original Final Fantasy XIV Characters Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV), Zenos yae Galvus

Additional Tags/Warnings:

Blood Drinking, Bondage, Shibari, Aether Sex (Final Fantasy XIV), Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Scratching, Biting, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Size Difference, Garlean Dongs, Penis In Vagina Sex, Choking, No Incest, Ascian Claws Are Sexy, Emet's Leylines Used for Sexy Purposes, Bondage, Using Aether for Bondage, Literal Magical Cock Block, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Jealousy

Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers Spoilers

Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker

Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker Spoilers

Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers

Summary:

Emet initiates a game of chase, Nyx plays along, and Zenos interrupts for his own fun. Neither of her Galvus men like sharing, but Nyx has her cake and eats it, too. Emet/Nyx, Zenos/Niqesse (Nyx).

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The sounds of flickering fire fill the room in which Nyx sat. The warmth of the strong hearth and accompanying magitek heaters do much to ward off the bitterly cold chill of the Garlemald everwinter. She is quite cozy indeed, wrapped in a warm, luxurious fur that Zenos had gifted her. Her head bowed over a thick, ancient tome that had been a gift from Emet. A book on ancient magics that had made her blue-grey eyes shine with the desire to read it, much to the humor of the former Garlean emperor. 

So absorbed is she in her book that she does not register at all the arrival of her Ascian lover as he appears at her side in a swirl of dark aether. Not as he gazes at her, expectant and quiet. Nor as he comes closer to her, practically leaning into her side. 

It is not until he reaches out with a sharply taloned glove to tuck her long, black hair behind her delicately pointed ear that she notices him. And startles, jumping with that claw right next to her cheek and hissing as the dagger point slices at her skin. "Emet!" She says in surprise, "you startled me!"

The Ascian arches his eyebrows at her, grasping her chin as he turns her cheek. "Do forgive me, my dear," he says, feathering his knuckle under the cut he had made on her lovely face before leaning in to kiss at the scratch. 

Nyx blinks those pretty blue-grey eyes at him, her lips parted in surprise. "Oh, 'tis fine," she says, hand-waving. Her fair skin faintly flushing when Emet Selch swipes his tongue over the small cut. A tingle of magic on her skin telling her that he had mended the tiny cut. 

She clears the sudden lump in her throat with a slightly flustered cough, dipping her head down to stare sightless at the book he had gifted her. Her eyes follow the words but her brain does not register them as Emet presses close and skims his clawed hand over the skirt of her dress. His hand heavy where he pet at her thigh, his breath fanning over her neck and ear as he nuzzles his nose into her hair and breathes her in. 

Nyx faintly squirms, her heart speeding up as his trailing touch turns to squeezes, his claws pricking her through  fabric. His hand palmed her thigh and hip, then skimmed down to bunch the fall of her skirt up to her knees. His fingers slipping under the rucked up fabric to the warmth of her skin underneath, her soft thigh so very pleasing to paw at and knead. The way she jolted and wiggled was positively delightful. 

Nyx inhales deeply, eyelashes fluttering as Emet teased at the shell of her delicately pointed ear with his lips. His lips parting to suck her earlobe into his mouth, nipping at her. His tongue trailing up to where her ear pointed before nibbling there.

His other arm had slipped behind her back without her notice, like the shifting of shadows, his hand slid under her arm to reach her chest. With that hand he teases at her clothed breasts, tracing the fabric of her dress with his fingertips and those razor sharp gold claws. Somehow not harming the expensive material of her dress that was yet another gift from him. 

"I.. I am reading, you fiend," Nyx says breathlessly. Twitching and shivering from his attentions, squirming away from him in an attempt to read her book that she quite suddenly forgot what was that she had been reading. What passage was she on? What had it even been about, again?

"Hmm," Emet Selch hums, sucking and nibbling at her ear before he purrs into it, "Oh, do continue, my dear. Pretend I am not here at all. Or do you perhaps find yourself too… distracted?" The former Emperor chuckles, groping at her breasts and blowing cool air over her ear that was damp from the attention he had given it. 

Nyx shudders, arching into his hand with a soft, almost seduced groan. Ah. No, no. She could not yet give in, it would be far too easy for him. Nyx closes her book, then smacks him with it, Emet grunting with the impact of it.

"Well, well," he drawls lazily, and Nyx finds the book plucked from her hands and carelessly tossed over his shoulder to her horrified gasp. But the book disappears mid-air before the delicate pages or creaky spine can become damaged from crashing to the hard stone floor. "Done reading, my pet?" The Ascian sneers with narrowing golden eyes, gleaming bright now with what wicked intentions he surely had for her. 

"Who are you calling a pet? I am not your plaything." Nyx bites back, lurching upright to her feet. Her heart beating fast and blood rushing as she makes to leave, to get away. This, too, was a game they played. He liked the challenge of seducing her, of her playing at resisting him. Nyx liked to be pursued, to be caught and persuaded; seduced. It was not dissimilar to what Zenos himself liked — a game of Hunter and Prey, their roles to be determined on the garlean prince's mercurial mood — but that was aught that Nyx kept to herself. She was not in the habit of mentioning her other lover, be she with Emet or Zenos, lest either of them become sour and jealous. Their possessiveness was eerily, aggravatingly alike.

"Perhaps not," Emet concedes to her, his voice velvety, smooth and dark with possession he murmurs throatily, "but you are mine, my dear."

Her whole body shivers. A want to retort rising like a hot, angry itch at the back of her throat. But he was right—she was his, and Zenos' too —so she holds her tongue, though her eyes shot daggers at him. If looks could maim.

Emet smirks, his lips curving up slow and wickedly smug. He holds a hand up to his ear and coos at her mockingly, "What, no retort? Will you not flay me with your fiery wit? Or is it that you simply realize the truth of my words? Well, speak. Or run along, if you must. You know it is only inevitable that I will catch you." 

Nyx jolts, heart jumping and a thrill racing down her spine. "I am not a pet, but I am yours," she murmurs her agreement, not denying him, but glancing at him under her eyelashes as she slowly backs away. Her every backstep matching his forward as he saunters towards her. "But," she bites at her lip, a sly smile curving her lips, "anything worth having is worth the challenge it takes to take it, no?" 

Emet looks at her, the expression on his face keeping her still a moment more. As he cupped her face in his claws and crushed his mouth to hers, sucking and biting at her lips and guiding her tongue to tangle and play with his own as her resulting gasp opened her mouth to him. As fierce and passionate as this sudden kiss was, he just as quickly drew away. Rubbing at her tingling lips with the sharp, wicked claw on his thumb and stroking her hair as if she truly were his pet, despite her denials. His eyes burn bright, gold and intense as he leans towards her again, chuckling at the way she swayed towards him with fluttering eyelashes. 

"Run," he urges her. 

Nyx snaps back to reality, stumbling back a step as he releases her. She turns tail, heart pounding again and blood rushing all the faster with renewed desire as she tears from the room. She exits out into the gardens by mistake in her rush, the chilly Garlemald air instantly chilling her to the bone. The only warmth left to her is the heat of arousal she feels and the burn of her muscles as her feet pound against the snow dusted ground. Her warm and luxurious fur left behind, forgotten where she had sat. It was no use to her now as the chilly air rushed around her, stinging at her nose and burning in her lungs with her panting breath. Still, excitement fills her. Her heart beating out of time as her keen ears pick up the slow, sauntering footsteps of her Ascian lover and the whistling tune from his lips that falls on the wind as he comes after her. 

Taking his time because, to him, catching her was truly inevitable. It was as much infuriating as it was true. Nyx did not want to evade him forever, after all. This was only part of the game. 

A game that Emet cheated at with his Ascian tricks. Nyx slamming face first into a chest she was intimately familiar with, the scent of him filling her nose as she gasped out in surprise and the need to catch her breath. There was no mistaking the smell of old books and rich coffee with a hint of something that reminded her of patchouli. He feels so warm compared to the unforgiving chill, his hands reaching out to steady her as she panted, rubbing briskly at her arms as he tsked and tutted. No doubt inwardly scolding her for forgetting the lovely fur Zenos had gifted her in her haste to engage in this bit of play. 

"Hmm. I've caught up to you, my dearest," he says, saccharine sweet, but the cadence of his voice hinted at dark, thrilling things if she did not run from him again. This was far too soon for their game to end just yet. "What will you do now, I wonder? Ah, but first… a penalty, I should think." 

A penalty?

But she need not question for long what he meant as Emet loosened his hold on her to step back. Tapping a finger against his lips as he regarded her with a glittering, mischievous gaze. "Look how you shiver, you must be terribly cold," he coos, a mockery of sympathy as he pouted his lips at her. "But a penalty is required for failing to escape me, and a penalty you shall have…" That said, he raises hand up and digs his claws into her high collar, tearing downwards and rending fabric easily with those sharpened claws. Nyx gasps, attempting to wrap her arms around her chest as the tops of her breasts are exposed to the air, her nipples instantly hardening from the cold, barely covered by the scraps of fabric that were her bra from how much of her uppermost dress had been torn. 

Emet grasps her wrists, his gaze hot as he raked his eyes over her heaving bosom. His smile wicked as red bloomed from the scratches where he had caught her skin. "No covering yourself now, my pet. This is to be your punishment."

Nyx gasped out as he leaned in and licked at the lines of blood beading on her chest. The feel of his tongue so very hot compared to the freezing air. "L… licentious wretch," she stammered out, heat pooling low in her belly as he sucked and bit at her chest, tilting his head to bite at one of her nipples through the cloth of her dress and bra still hiding them from view. This ruination of her dress only enough to bear cleavage, and thankfully for Nyx, not her entire chest. 

Emet chuckles low and off beat when she gasps so sweetly as he bites her. Struggling in his hold so deliciously. He reels her in by his grasp on her wrists and kisses her forcefully, the taste of her own blood still coppery on his tongue. "Go, then, my dearest. Away with you," he growls against her lips, releasing her wrists only to grope hard at her backside through the layers of her dress. Grinding himself against her front so that she could feel how excited he, too, was for her. "Oh, and do give me more of a challenge this time, will you? Shall I  make it easier and give you more of a head start, hmm? I will count to…. one thousand. There, good enough?"

Nyx stumbles forward into empty air as he suddenly vanishes, his laughter echoing after him, and then his voice beginning to count. One, two, three, four, five…

Nyx tries her best to close the torn fabric of her dress baring her skin to elements to no avail, huffing out an irritated breath that bordered on a growl. How dare he! What was it with these Galvus men and destroying her clothing and belongings? He had best replaced this one, it was one of her favorite dresses! Yes, he had better, or she would make him regret this! 

With an aggravated sigh, she decides it is no use and sets off again at a brisk clip. Despite her best effort and the stitch she gets in her side from running again without stopping through the frozen garden, Emet catches up with her most assuredly before reaching one thousand numbers counted. She feels him appear at her back, slinking from the void like smoke as he wraps his arms around her. 

"Caught you again, my dearest," he chuckles as Nyx wriggles in his arms, huffing at him. She can feel his smile against her skin as he kisses and nibbles at her neck. Over the crescent moon tattoo resting below her nape and along the scar that encircled her throat. 

"That was hardly one thousand!" Nyx hisses at him, feet kicking and hands clawing at his gloves. Emet Selch hummed, licking at her with his warm, soft tongue and worrying her skin between his teeth to no doubt give her a hickey. No visible marks was the rule, but both her lovers had ways of working around such things. Magicks and alchemy and all manner of things at their disposal so they could do as they liked with her and then send her off again as if she had never been touched. 

"Tis no fault of mine if I just so happen to count rather faster than most," he tells her wickedly, one hand dipping into the ruined tear of her uppermost dress to trace claws that feel so very warm against her skin over her chest and nipples. Pawing and kneading at her breasts with one hand as he ground his hips against her backside, his other hand gathering up the skirt of her dress, up up up at her hip, and...

Nyx's fluttering eyelashes open with a gasp as she feels his gloved hand press between her thighs, slipping under her smallclothes to rub at her heat and wetness. A surprise bit of direct foreplay that had her trembling and whimpering after all that teasing. 

"A-ah," Nyx trembled and rolled her hips into the glide and press of his fingers. The slight prick of his claw only made it all the more thrilling as he stroked her folds and circled her clit. The abrupt pinch of his fingers to her nipples making her jolt and whine out, her hips jerking and causing his claw to slip more into the wetness of her parted flower. Her heart beat fast, fear and trepidation mixing a bit with her pleasure at the knowledge of the damage those claws could do where she was so soft and sensitive. 

But Emet barely moves, in fact. The only motion is the wiggle and grind of her own hips, his claws only brushing against her in the barest of a tickle. Seeming… duller and shorter now, very much less likely to truly harm her as if he had already considered this and adjusted accordingly.

Nyx's head falls back against him, her other ear now the subject of his attention as he pressed his lips there and dipped his tongue in the shell to trace along the curve of it. To nip and nibble at her lobe, along her cartilage to her eartip where he sucked and bit. All the while his fingers slowly got her off, curling or shifting only ever so slightly as Nyx rocked against him and did most of the grinding work where his fingers were pressed. His hand at her chest continued to palm her breasts, to knead and pluck and twist until Nyx trembled. Then his hand rose up to squeeze at her throat as Nyx twitched and cried out. Cumming on those wicked Ascian claws and wetting his glove with her orgasmic juices. 

She fell limp against him as she shook, held firm and steady against his muscled chest by his hand pressed between her breasts as she rode out her bliss and slowly came down again from her high. Watching with a blush blooming high on her cheeks as he slipped his hand from the apex of her thighs and licked, then sucked the shine of her wetness from his gleaming claws and leather-gloved fingers. 

Her lips are claimed soon after in a crushing, passionately hungry kiss. The taste of herself heady on his tongue. The sudden cool air on her thigh is the only thing that distracted her from his embrace. She pulled away to look down and gasp, "My dress! Hades! Fiend, thou hast ripped it yet again!" as she spies her sudden addition of sultry, seductive slit from ankle to thigh, riding high on her hip. Anger bubbles up in her breast as hot as the arousal that still lingered and ached betwixt her thighs, her use of language shifted with her agitation. "Prepare thyself to replace mine property, or else thou wilt suffer the consequences!" 

Emet blinks at her languidly, his smile very much the cat that got the cream, that caught the fleeing bird and played with it. "Rest assured, my dear. I will replace any and all dresses I might ruin, now and in the future. For your happiness I would buy you all the treasures and trinkets your heart so desires."

Nyx's mouth works, more boiling anger left unvented and turned to steam as he gives in to her demands so easily. "Very well, thou mayest! Hmph, thinkest such to be recompense for mine troubles!" 

He chuckled, burying his face in her hair and nuzzling. "Oh, my dear, my pet, my delectable little spark," he purred at her gutturally, "I intend to… trouble you more and more, if you would call it such."

Again Nyx finds herself abruptly bereft of his arms around her as the former Emperor shoves her forward. "A brief, but enjoyable reprieve. Go, my dear, do run along now. Our game is not yet finished. I will be excessively generous and do you the favor of doubling my count." 

Nyx can barely manage to walk with her shaky knees for so short a time after her orgasm, let alone run to give Emet any measure of a satisfying chase. He was a cruel fiend, but hells if Nyx was not enjoying it aside from him damaging her dress and vanishing her book to who knew where. She did not doubt he would require aught of her to have it returned, no matter how generous he was claiming to be in this moment. 

Nyx only just manages to muster up the will and stamina to do some more running when she turns a corner in the garden and plasters herself smack dab against a bare, salty, sweaty torso. Her face buried in a shredded pack of familiar abs. The taste of familiar sweaty skin against her lips as she is grabbed by her triceps. Followed by a low, rumbling purr of a voice saying to her, "Well, well. Come to see me, my beast?" 

Nyx smiles at him, not telling him she wasn't. It was an accident to bump into him like this, but it was not as if she wasn't happy to see him. Her smile only lasts until Zenos gets a proper look at her, the warmth and intensity of his gaze turning to blue steel, sharp like the blades he so favored and twice as cold as a Garlemald winter. "Who," his voice was a growl as he ran a possessive hand over the obscene gap made by her torn dress, from her marked up throat to her cleavage that still bore scratches from Emet's claws. 

"Hahh, need I ask?" The Garlean Prince says softly in answer to himself, his monstrous eyes narrow as he took in all the marks his love rival had made on her usually unblemished skin. "Twas my great grandsire, was it not?" 

His lip is curled up in a baring of his teeth, nostrils flared and brow furrowed. This was precisely why they had decided on no marks left on her after, to reduce the jealousy that broiled between them. 

"We were playing a game of chase," Nyx says. 

The sigh Zenos gives is low and rumbly like the growl of an agitated beast. "You may have chanced across me, but if my great grandsire wished not to be seen, he would have made certain of it. Possess he not the power to see the color of souls?" 

Nyx blinks. Oh, she had not even thought of that. Just what was Emet Selch up to? 

Zenos pulls back then and grabs his discarded coat, wrapping the oversized garment around her smaller body. Essentially bundling her against the cold before he lifts her and cradles her in one arm. His sword dropped to the ground and left there as a child would discard their toys. Or a prince would leave servants to clean up after him. 

"Zenos?" Nyx murmurs, burrowing into his coat and his body heat, the collar of the garment tickling her nose with the scent of Zenos. The salt of his sweat still on her lips as she licks them. 

"Come," Zenos says simply, carrying her with him easily as he makes his way back inside and away from the deathly cold of Garlemald's everwinter. "If my great grandsire wishes to play games, I will have my own fun."

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They enter the throne room. The large, magitek warmed room was empty, without a soul in sight except for them. Nyx wonders why Zenos had decided on taking her here instead of bringing her to his bedroom. Or continuing out in the cold where Emet was sure to find them. Not that she was not grateful to be back inside where it was warm. 

His footfalls echo in the great big empty room, the Garlean prince carrying her towards the empty throne. Climbing the steps up towards it, and placing her down with care uncharacteristic to him. Zenos was hardly gentle. It was always surprising that he would be so with her.

"He plays at my games, at our games," Zenos snarls, and Nyx finds herself sat on the throne with Zenos knelt at her feet. Her dress gathered in his hands and well and truly ripped to tatters as he tore it open further to bear her legs, her upper thighs and her arousal soaked smalls to his possessively penetrating, monstrous gaze. 

"He not only dares to mark you, he goes so far as to make you bleed," the Garlean prince hisses, and Nyx glances down to see that there were indeed scratches on her thighs that she had failed to notice where and when Emet had ripped her dress. 

Nyx's breath hitches as Zenos lowered his head to lap at the now dried blood, opening her wounds again as he growled and scraped his teeth over them, sucking hard. Yes, Zenos did have a strange obsession with blood. Making each other bleed. Him drinking her blood, her drinking his, what have you. Zenos liked it all. 

There is a sting of pain on her thigh then, making her flinch as she looks down to see Zenos with a sudden acquisition of a sword in his hand, held over one scratch Emet had left, adding two more to it. Ah. He had changed it. It was in the shape of a Z, now. Short of writing his name on her or branding her like she was his property.  Hahh.. These two were ridiculous. 

It comes at no surprise as Zenos licks at her wounds, lapping at the fresh blood he had drawn from her and groaning hungrily in his throat. Thankfully, they were smaller scratches. Barely anything for the blood letting Zenos enjoyed. Nyx does feel some surprise as Zenos grips her knees to spread her legs open. Breathing in deep the smell of her sex, the evidence of her pleasure with his great grandsire. His tongue scraped over the soaked fabric, sucking her flavor from the scrap of cloth.

With a low growl from her blonde lover, Nyx finds the soaked fabric of her panties torn open with one quick yank, her thighs and pubic area under siege by Garlean prince as Zenos licked and sucked and bit at her soft flesh. Licking her clean of the sticky feeling lingering on her thighs and mons from her earlier activities with Emet.

"I can smell him on you," Zenos snarls possessively as he breathes deep of her. His grasp on her thighs bruising as he yanked her forward, Nyx making a soft squeak that turned swiftly to a moan as Zenos dove headfirst between her thighs. There was no tease, no build up. Only his tongue licking, sucking, slurping at her with jealousy fueled aggression. His hands squeezing hard at her, digging into soft flesh and the muscle underneath. 

He was not gentle. Sucking hard at her folds and around her clit, scraping his teeth against her, thrusting his tongue inside of her as he ground his nose against her. It was as if he wanted to devour her. Not only her flesh, but her heart and soul. He would have it all.

Nyx mewls and grasps at the fall of his golden hair, fistfuls that she grabs and yanks at as she writhed under the onslaught. A large, bad man between her thighs, tonguing her to yet another peak. Their difference in size meant everything of his was bigger, including his tongue that he thrust inside of her like he would his cock. Soon enough that, too, Nyx did not doubt. If Zenos had his way. 

As Zenos ran his hands possessively over her thighs to grasp and squeeze at her rear in both palms of his hands, grinding her against him, Nyx throws her head back and moans. Rolling her hips up to rut against his face as she closed her thighs around his head and squeezed tight around his ears. The feeling of Zenos's moan vibrating through her. His fingers and palms kneading at her bottom as he pulled her into him. Not his jaw nor his tongue seeming to tire as he delved and thrust it inside her so deep, Nyx almost felt as if the appendage had grown to reach the deepest parts of her. 

With his face grinding hard against her, his nose nuzzling none-too-gently against her tender and pulsing clit, her pleasure rises to peak swiftly. Nyx yanks hard at his hair as she smothers him between her thighs and cries his name — to his complete, possessive enjoyment — as Zenos brings her to orgasm so swiftly and violently that she nearly pulls his hair out and snaps his neck. Perhaps Zenos would like to go out that way, but Nyx was rather attached to him, and so she loosens her vice grip on him as soon as she has back enough sense to do so. 

Zenos looks more the one who had been ravished with his heavy-lidded stare and hair mussed sexily from her pulling on it. 

"Feeling better?" Nyx manages to say breathlessly, still panting in an attempt to catch her breath. 

"Not just yet," the Garlean prince purred, capturing her jaw in his fingers as he kissed her. Nyx tasting herself once more, far more heavily on his tongue than she had when Emet had kissed her. "You will please me, too, will you not?" 

Nyx parts her lips to answer yes, of course, when she feels herself suddenly falling weightless into a portal of darkness that has opened up beneath her. Sinking into it so swiftly that all she can do is yelp, her fingers only just brushing against the hand the Garlean prince reaches out to grab her with, only for their fingers to slip through one another's as she disappears into the swirling void of it.  

Nyx feels the wind whoosh out of her as she drops from another portal and lands with a grunt, belly first on something hard. That something being the shoulder of her Ascian lover, Nyx staring upside down at the familiar bow on the back of his garlean coat as the former Emperor tuts at his great grandson, "Know you no better than to interrupt your elders, boy? Nyx and I were in the midst of a game that does not include you." 

Zenos rises to his feet, turning to face his great grandsire with a frown pulling down his full lips. "Your hunt matters naught if another predator comes upon your prey first. Niqesse ran straight into mine arms. What fool would I be were I to let her go when she was clearly so wanting?"

Emet Selch sighs, his hand skimming up the back of Nyx's thigh to squeeze at her possessively. Making her squeak and squirm in his grasp, the blood rushing to her head from hanging over his shoulder. "It was all part of the game, boy. I had but given her a taste, aught to leave her wanting and trembling for more. Thanks to you our game is cut short, and now I must see to my lover's punishment for allowing herself to become distracted."

Zenos expression shifts into that of annoyance, the prince striding towards them purposefully. "Ah, ah, ah," his grandsire tuts, wagging his finger at him. "You've had your treat, little princeling. No doubt her taste still lingers on your unworthy tongue. You will wait your turn." With those words, Nyx lifts her head to see another portal had opened up behind him, the Ascian spinning round to saunter into it. The last thing Nyx sees before they sink into the void being the intense look in Zenos' eyes as he gazes after her. 

"Wait for me, my beast," he tells her, his words swallowed up and muffled as she is carried into the portal. Her eyes closing as they pass through so she does not become ill from the swirling colors in the dark. 

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Nyx gives a startled sound as she finds herself abruptly tossed from Emet Selch's shoulder, landing with a huff upon cool, satiny sheets and soft, luxurious furs. Where… was this? Oh! 

Nyx sits up with a gasp, exclaiming, "Hades! This is Varis's room!"

The former Emperor smirks at her, prowling towards her. "But of course. As the founding father of the Empire, everything within it belongs to me," he says saccharine sweet, trailing a white gloved pointer finger under her chin that sharpens into a claw with a shimmer of darkness. Grasping her throat in his hand, he kisses her deep. Stealing her breath with not only his furious kiss, but also his hand around her throat that slowly squeezed.

"Mine to use, mine to desecrate, mine to destroy," the Ascian hisses as he draws back from her kiss bruised lips, biting at her jaw and down her throat. He flexes his free hand in front of her face, his claws lengthening to wicked sharp points that he then uses to cut what was left of her dress from her body, leaving her only in her smallclothes. Or what was left of them, thanks to the two of them. 

Nyx can only groan her protest with his hand around her throat, gazing at him with fiery eyes that promise retribution. Emet's answering smile is a cruel sneer. 

Short lived as that smile was as his eyes narrow in on the mark Zenos had made on her thigh almost immediately. What was the scratch of his claws now the letter at the start of his great grandson's name. "The boy relishes in testing my patience," the sorcerer of eld spits out through gritted teeth, reaching out to trace a hand over the mark. The pulling, tingling sensation of her skin where he traced his fingers telling her that he was removing the blemish on her skin with healing magic. “You were mine before you were ever his,” Hades murmurs intensely, his eyes burning bright gold. 

"This next bit will be part of your punishment, my rebellious little flower," he tells her with lips pressed to her ear, his tongue dipping into the shell and teeth nipping sharply from her earlobe to the point of her elezen ear. "Perhaps I must needs make certain you do not find yourself running to the little princeling again," he breathes into her ear, his breath hot against her face as he tightens his grip on her throat. The unmistakable feel of his aether flaring up around them as Nyx feels tendrils of it slither over her skin. It twisted and coiled around her, restraining her. Over her shoulders to slide between her breasts, slipping over and in between her thighs, wrapping around her waist. Her arms and legs spread wide and tied tight to the four posts of Emperor Varis's bed. 

Only with her so restrained does Emet Selch lean back, admiring the sight she made wrapped in the red lines of his aether. The knots that tied her formed in such a way that it was the exact recreation of his sigil from under the curve of her breast down to her hips. "Now don't you look lovely wrapped up like a present just for me," the Ascian cooed, slipping his claws under the aether rope that led between her thighs and tugging. 

Nyx jerked, her head falling back in a moan as the aether rope grew taut with his tugging and rubbed at her where she was still so wet, throbbing with need. Her arms and legs trembled, straining against the bondage her Ascian lover had wrapped her up in as she writhed with torturous pleasure. 

"Hmm, so very delectable," Emet Selch purred, cupping her breasts in his clawed hands and kneading at her through the fabric of her bra. His fingers squeezing, rolling, plucking at her nipples, her bra pulled down just enough so he could touch her unobstructed. His head dipping down to taste her skin, tongue laving at the beaded spots of blood where his claws had nicked her. 

Nyx watched him with hooded eyes and parted lips, her body heating up even more under his attention. Twas as if he relished in reminding her that he had lived thousands of thousands of mortal lives, and learned every which way yet invented how to pleasure his bed partners. The leylines he tied her with seemed in tune to his own breathing, squeezing as he breathed in and loosening as he breathed out. It was not only that, either. Stray lines of aether tickled and caressed her skin, ever so softly stimulating all the parts of her that were sensitive until Nyx felt she might go mad if he did not give her more than this torturous teasing. 

"You call this punishment?" Nyx asks, going for goading to get what she wanted. Emet Selch paused, head tilting as he regarded her with glittering eyes and a wicked smirk. 

"I have barely begun, my dear," the Ascian tells her, his voice soft but holding so much danger. Dare she push him? 

Nyx swallows. Forging boldly ahead, caution to the wind. "I may yet close my eyes and sleep, I grow so very bored with this teasing."

Emet Selch's face blanks, his gaze burning into her. "What, pray tell, would you have me do? Prefer you this?" He asks, slipping his fingers inside of her to curl hard against her soft, spongey insides as his leylines slipped down to pinch and pull at her clit. "Or.. this?" With a snap of his fingers does his clothing disappear, the former Emperor wrapping a hand around the girth of his cock as he slipped his fingers free of her, grinding the tip between her folds and her bumping intentionally against her clit that was still being mercilessly teased by the red lines of his aether. The Ascian coating his erection in the gush of juices that pour from her until it was slippery with them, his cock sliding so smoothly against her. 

Nyx squirms in her binds, groaning out her frustration. Gods, she wished she could wrap her legs around him and take him inside her. End this maddening torture and just let him fuck her until his ridiculous possessive anger ran its course. 

But no, Emet felt the need to punish her still. Another snap of his fingers unraveling the lines of aether that bound her feet to the bedposts, only for the excess to loop itself around her ankles, tying them snugly together so she could not flee or try to capture him between her thighs. Her knees, too, are wrapped tight with red threads digging into the meat of her thighs. She is then dragged towards him, so helplessly bound. 

She half expects him to slip inside of her as he pulls the ruined scrap of her panties to the side, but all he does is dip his fingers into her and then wipe his hand off on the insides of her thighs, slicking up her skin with her own need. Nyx whimpers, rolling her hips into his hand as he curls and thrusts his fingers inside her, stimulating her more for his own ends. 

That being to use her for his pleasure. The red rope of his leylines squeezing her thighs together tight as Emet thrusts his cock between them, rutting against her with a self satisfied sigh. His cock head rubbing against her skin, occasionally dipping on a downward roll of his hips to tease across her slick, needy folds. But it is never enough to grind against, naught but a fleeting motion that glides the shape of him so teasingly against her, not filling her as she craved or giving her any bit of release aside from the small taste he had granted to her whilst they were engaged in their game of chase.  

Nyx wants to curse at him. To tell him off for ruining her dress and demand he compensate her with another just like it, but all she can do is squirm in her binds and moan. Her focus narrowed down to the feeling of him, of watching his face and listening to the sounds of pleasure he made as he thrust into her thighs. 

His aether washed over her like so many caressing hands, and oh, she ached with throbbing desire, arousal pooling hot in her loins and wetting her thighs. All the better for her lover who had picked up his speed, a guttural quality to the grunts and growling sighs he let out as he drove himself nearer and nearer to the climax he sought. The first of many, as he never seemed satisfied to only have her once. 

Nyx stares rapt at his expression as he finds his peak, his eyebrows furrowing and lips falling slack as he breathed out in a breathless, satisfied laugh of a sigh. The bright gold of his eyes gleaming at her behind darkly colored lashes, his pale skin flushed a flattering rose. She had grown addicted to the sight of him so. Ever swift he could raise her ire, all the quicker could he soothe her by being so lovely, so charming. Were she not so bound she would reach for him, taste the smile on those lips and swallow the sound of his laughter. Handsome fiend. 

There's a sudden sound, then. The crack of solid stone as the very room shook. Emet and Nyx sharing a look as the sound stretched on, the both of them staring in the direction it originated. Watching as the stone surrounding Varis's bedroom door splintered and cracked before it was torn clear away, taking the door with it. 

The crown prince of Garlemald steps through the dust hanging in the air, his boots crunching over the mess he had made as his blue eyes zeroed in on Nyx, his lips stretching into a predatory smile as he purred, "Found you, my dearest."

Emet Selch sighs heavily. "Was that truly necessary? Just look at the mess you've made."

His great grandchild does not spare him a glance however, much to the founding father's annoyance, Nyx ever holding his attention undivided. Those blue, monstrous eyes narrowing in on the red ropes of his great grandsire's aether that bound her. Marked her in the sigil that was his Ascian signature. 

"What bondage you have allowed yourself to be caught in, my beast," Zenos says, the smile wiped from his face as he prowled closer. "Aught you could surely free yourself from, if you so desired…" 

The prince stops at the edge of the bed, head tilting to regard her. "Yet even I can see that is not your wish. You enjoy this. Being bound and claimed, made to submit to the baser desires of your captor who has hunted you like prey…" His voice falls on her ears as a growling, velvety rumble. It makes Nyx shudder, flushing hot and squirming as Zenos sets himself next to her in a manner so regal, gazing down his nose at her. His fingers brushing over her cheek to tuck her hair back behind her ear. His hand burying into the soft, messy strands for a moment as he gazed at her with his particular brand of obsessiveness. 

Emet Selch watches this all with a bland look on his face. Interrupted, yet again. His fingers twitch with the urge to send his great grandson away, far away so that it would take him days to catch up to them again. Just one snap of his fingers and he could be rid of him for now, to have their lover all to himself until he inevitably showed up again. But then his gaze drifts to the look on Nyx's face as she regarded the crown prince, and Emet's lip curls. Hmf, utterly besotted. He would question her taste, but it clearly varied as she desired him just the same. Still, it rankled that he was forced to share with such an unpredictable creature that was Zenos. A failed experiment, as most all of his progeny were. 

"Do you mind?" Hades — the most venerable Emet Selch, Emperor Solus zos Galvus, Ascian and founding father of the Empire — demands. 

Zenos turns his head towards him with a sigh, a lazy effort with blonde eyebrows  arching in attitude as if Emet were the one interrupting. Emet ground his teeth, abruptly seething. This… twisted… unworthy… thing!

"Get along," Nyx says sharply. A departure from her play at submission, her eyes were hard and her lips thin as their attention snapped to her. "If you do not play nice, I will leave." 

Emet makes a sound of disgust in perfect unison with Zenos' disgruntled sigh. They look to each other then, lips pulled back from bared teeth in mirroring snarls. 

"Fine," Emet hisses, his grasp on her hard enough to bruise her skin. A possessive reluctance to share her, that of a spoiled child not wanting anyone else to touch their toys. 

"As you wish, my beast," Zenos responds in similar displeased agreement. His knuckles brushing her cheek, his fingers grazing her lips and trailing down over her chin to her throat where red marks marred the perfection of her porcelain skin. 

Nyx finds herself in another position then, flipped onto her belly. Her head lands in Zenos' lap, her face plopped right into his crotch. She is stunned, face burning as her bound thighs are freed and spread open, Emet sliding between her legs as he prodded with the tip of his cock against her folds without preamble. Impatience, or perhaps the need to be the first to take her in this arrangement.

Whatever it was, Nyx has to crane her head back to breath or be smothered by the monster bulge in her lover's trousers. Zenos smirks down at her, blue eyes glittering with wicked intentions behind his pretty blonde eyelashes. Her long hair slips through his fingers as he cards it through her hair. Caressing her not unlike Emet had done.

"Will you not indulge me as well, my mirror?" Zenos asks her, his own face reflected in those lovely blue-grey eyes of hers. His thumb brushes over her lips, pressing in and behind her teeth as Nyx parts her mouth with fluttering eyelashes. "Yesss," Zenos purred, his voice growling low as he pressed down on her warm, wet tongue, "mine for the taking." Nyx moans in response as she closes her lips around his finger and sucks, her belly clenching with a renewed gush of arousal. 

Aught that was all the better for Emet, as the Ascian seems to tire of teasing her for the moment, finally sinking inside her slow. Nyx tips her head back, her mouth falling open in a whimpering cry. Her eyes open as Zenos withdraws his hands from her, her ears twitching with the sound of rustling fabric a moment before she feels hot, smooth skin brush against her lips. 

Her eyes flicking up to gaze at Zenos as she panted, his heavy lidded stare meeting hers as he stroked his hand over his length, rubbing the tip of his hardened arousal over her parted lips. The prince groaning in his throat as she gave a shuddering sigh and leaned into him. Her moist, hot breath puffing against him as she trailed her lips over that smooth, delicate skin. The tip of her tongue flickering out to taste him, the salt of his skin and the musk of his arousal. 

It is all she can do to keep still as Emet rolls his hips, beginning a slow and steady thrust that rocked her into Zenos. Her lips catching on his tip, her face bumping and rubbing against his length. 

Zenos hummed low in his throat, pressing against her lips. Nyx sighing out as she opened her mouth to him. Whimpering then as the aether ropes surrounding her, binding her suddenly tightened. More strands splitting from those that were already there, multiplying to tease her and keep her attention. Those leylines then moving as if they were so many hands, stroking, grasping and kneading at her. Her breasts groped, nipples plucked and pinched. Her thighs and bottom kneaded, her waist squeezed. Her clit mercilessly teased. 

It seemed Emet did not care for her attention to be divided, the slow rolling of his hips suddenly intensified to a rough thrust as she opened herself up to Zenos. 

Aught that seemed to affect the Garlean prince, too, as he took himself in hand and pressed the thick head of his cock past her lips. Nyx fairly choking as she had not been prepared for it yet, tears springing to her eyes as she breathed quick breaths through her nose. Wishing her hands were free so she could hit him. All she can do is open up her throat and relax the best she could as he thrust forward over her tongue and down into her throat.

Damnable fiends, these two. Their jealousy and possessiveness was childish, in Nyx's opinion. She'd let them both have it for being such selfish shiteheads! Later, perhaps. She could hardly complain now with the both of them thrusting into her, Nyx caught helplessly between. It was hardly polite to talk with one's mouth full, besides. 

Her eyes roll, tearing up as Zenos thrusts deeper down her throat. Drool slipping from her lips stretched wide around his perfectly proportionate girth — far too big for your average woman, surely, but Nyx was not your average woman. 

It is no doubt the magic of her very own dear Sorcerer of Eld, too, that makes it possible for Nyx to not only continue but enjoy herself to the fullest between them without any discomfort more than she could handle. 

So even as Zenos pressed his palm to her throat where it bulged around his girth, Nyx could only give a strangled moan as he wrapped his fingers around and squeezed. With Emet thrusting so hard into her from behind, Nyx could do naught but rock herself between them. Taking her lovers as deep as she dared, enough to ache and feel it surely for days after. 

Zenos sinks his hands into her hair, at one point groaning — and Nyx whines as he yanks her forward, her face pressed against his pelvis. As he held her there and pulsed in her throat, his hot cum poured down, giving her no choice but to swallow lest she choke. 

Emet Selch is the one to pull her back so she can gasp for breath. Nyx dragged back into his lap as one of his arms snakes around her waist to brace her, the other slipping up to rest between her breasts and stroke at her abused throat. It instantly feels less irritated, but the change in position makes her groan as he does not stop the movement of his hips even as he mocks his great grandson, "Finished so soon? I should have expected an inexperienced boy like you could not last long enough to truly satisfy her." 

Zenos only looks at Nyx, not seeming affected in the least by his great grandsire's taunting. His expression could be described as bland, sleepy if not for the flush to his skin and the heavy way he breathed. 

The Garlean prince prowls on hands and knees towards their spot in the middle of the bed. 

Nyx can feel Emet's agitated growl rumble through her with her back pressed to his chest. "Did Varis never teach you any manners, boy? It is rude enough to interrupt, but to invite yourself in to play our game? You forget your place."

Zenos gives a growly sigh of his own. 

Flicking his great grandsire a lazy, irritated glance as his elder glowered down at him where he rested his head on Nyx's chest. "You know very well that my father never taught me anything himself. My studies were left to the teachers that he selected for me. If you find fault, I suggest you take it up with them." Zenos crowds close, nuzzling against Nyx's chest, looking to the Ascian with glittering blue eyes. "Ah, but you cannot… They are all long dead."

Nyx sighs the loud sigh of a lover long tired of their squabbling and easily  breaks the leylines holding her arms bound to reach for both of them, tugging their faces towards her as she murmurs in saccharine sweet threat, "If you do not get along and play nice, I will kick you both out and play by myself. How is that?" She pats Emet Selch's cheek and squeezes Zenos' chin. It was quite plain who was in control of how this went. If they continued to fight and snip at each other, Nyx would end things here and now. 

Emet grasps at her wrist, lips curling as he turns his cheek into her palm, harrumphing to himself. It was as good as she was going to get as far as his acquiescence. Zenos smiles lazily, dipping his head to nip at her fingers. "Yes, my dearest," the Garlean prince purred throatily. 

There is a stretch of silence, a pause. 

"Is there not a way you both can work together?" Nyx asks. It had been something she desired, to have them both, but she had never thought it a possibility until Zenos had shown up and reignited this want. "If not," she offers, reluctant, "you can simply take turns as you usually do."

Emet Selch sighs, his lips pressing to her hair. "We are not unaware of your desires, my little spark." 

Zenos drags his lips over her collarbone and up her throat, adding on to his great grandsire's words, "It is not selfishness, my beast. You can have us both if you so desire." 

Nyx shudders, catching Zenos' face in her hands to kiss him as Emet ran his hands over her body in a possessive caress. Tugging at the taut ropes of his leylines that still bound her tightly and chuckling into her skin as she moaned for him into Zenos' mouth. The sorcerer of eld once again grasped at her hips as he pressed his lips to her shoulder and scraped his teeth over her skin. 

"As you wish, my devious little flower," Emet trails his hot lips up over her skin to murmur in her ear. With a snap of his fingers, the Ascian sigil made up of his leylines glowed over her body. 

Caught between Zenos' bulk and the leaner muscle of her ancient lover, Nyx moans out in indescribable pleasure. Her chin tilted back by Emet's hand to be kissed by him hungry and deep. Zenos biting over her throat and jaw to nibble at her ear as he rolled his hips up into her. 

She is not quite sure exactly what Emet had done, but with the snap of his fingers something had surely happened. The aether he had wrapped her up in affecting her, stirring her passion to new heights. The Ascian sigil of Emet Selch burning red, pulsing in time with the throb of her heartbeat. With the desire that pooled in her loins as Zenos rubs himself against her, lining himself up to sink into her. Emet's hands brace her hips, his painted nails digging into her flesh as the Garlean prince thrust his hips.

Nyx makes a punched out little sound as the thick head prods at her and pops through. Gods…! She felt so very full with the both of them inside. Zenos alone was enough to take, long and thick as much as he was tall and muscular. Hades, too, was more than well endowed even in his smaller form of Solus zos Galvus. 

"What did you do?" She gasps into the smooth, wet slide of his lips over hers. Emet hums, pulling away with a sucking of her tongue that made Nyx tingle and her core clench hot with desire. Her back arching into the ascian's chest as Zenos palmed and squeezed at her breasts. 

"I better prepared you, my dear," Emet Selch tells her, continuing to kiss her between his words. Over and around her mouth, catching her bottom lip between his to suck and nip at her supple flesh. "To feel us, both of us. With adjustments made so I need not feel the revulsion of rubbing up against your lesser lover."

Zenos growls something or other about the feeling being mutual, but Nyx cannot really understand his words as the Garlean prince says them with his mouth pressed to her breasts. His hands squeezing the soft swell of them together as he sucked and bit at her chest. The forceful way he slurped at her nipples made her clit throb in time, Emet's leylines continuing to tease her there and everywhere. Rubbing, pinching and tugging at her clit and sliding like formless shadows under Zenos' kneading hands over her breasts. Still for as much as they did not impede the ministrations of the prince, they felt very real to her as rope as they knotted around her nipples that the crown prince teethed and slurped at. The cords tighten around the hardened buds of her nipples until they throbbed along in time with her pulse and the needful ache of her clit. 

Heat builds in her core, coiling tighter and tighter as they find a rhythm thrusting inside of her. She thinks she understands what her ancient lover had meant for the way that she could feel them both moving inside her, filling her so full — but without them touching each other. As if Emet had used his magic to erect a barrier between them so they did not grind against each other. Quite literally a cock-blocking barrier. The magic of it only made her feel all the fuller, reaching to the deepest parts of her and stretching her wide. Nyx can see the bulge of it along with the both of them moving inside of her as she glances down. 

Her heart beat at a gallop, thundering against her ribcage as her body burned hotter and hotter. She groans, her head tilting towards Emet as he licks at her ear and nips along her earlobe. 

"Give in, my little spark," he tells her, his breath puffing hot over the shell of her ear. “Fall into pleasure and know bliss.”

"Yesss," came the purr of Zenos' velvety voice, the crown prince kissing up over her neck to whisper-growl into her other ear. "Come now, my beast. I have you.” 

“I have her,” Emet Selch snarls, his voice deep and possessive and right in her ear. His hand slipping between the apex of her thighs to rub roughly at her clit, making her hips jolt and Nyx cry out.

There. Right there, that was it. She could hold off no longer. Nyx moans out cums, and cums, and cums.

For a while like that it does not end. Her two lovers work together despite their distaste for one another to keep her pleasure going on and on. Switching up positions and using every trick they knew in their repertoire to get her off. Nyx feels on the edge of blacking out from the pleasure when the two finally give into their own climax. Nyx twitches and shudders with every pulse she feels pour into her. Gazing down with dazed, widened pupils at her abdomen and pressing her hand flat to the bulge there as they fill her full to bursting.  Finally, after, they ease off of her. Allowing her to lay down as she begs feebly through shaky, panting breath, “Enough, enough. I need… rest. I need… to lie down.” 

A whimper tears from her throat as Zenos lifts her by the waist, the both of them slipping out and letting pour out of her a truly ridiculous amount of seed. What were they, breeding studs?

Nyx flops back onto the undoubtedly ruined sheets of Varis’ bed, sighing out shakily as her body trembled and shook still from the afterglow. She breathed deep, and turned her head to find her two lovers looming over her on either side. Gold and blue eyes peering down at her expectantly, as if she were to tell one of them to get out so she could cuddle the other. 

Nyx purses her lips and sighs, offering them both a languid smile as her heart began to calm. “That was… wonderful,” she says, reaching her hands out for both of them. Emet kissing along her knuckles and the back of her hand, Zenos dipping his head to nip at her fingers. Hahh.

Nyx hummed, starting to relax. Stroking along Emet’s sharp cheekbone and tangling her fingers in the long, golden strands of Zenos’ hair. “We should do this again sometime,” she says mildly. To the mirroring snorts of her two lovers. Nyx laughs quietly and then sits slowly upright with a breathy, groaned, “oh.” Emet bracing her with a hand at her back as Zenos gazed at with dark blue eyes under blonde eyelashes. 

“Thank you for indulging me,” She says, turning to kiss Emet’s cheek, who harrumphs at her. Then to Zenos she tugs his hair to urge him closer and kisses his nose, who exhales in noisy amusement.

“Hmm,” Nyx smiled, gazing at them adoringly. Then, “Well, then,” she says, and stretches out her arms and legs. She looks at the leylines still adorning her body and looks to Emet, “Be a dear and untie me, will you?”

Emet favors her with a smoldering once over, then raises his hand up to snap his fingers. The lines of aether criss crossing over her body in his ascian sigil vanishing in a burst of red, glowing sparkles. 

“Thank you, love,” She says, reaching out to smooth her hand over his hair as she sat up and stretched again, twisting side to side and bending. She makes a face at the mess dribbling down her thighs and looks to her Ascian lover again, hands settling on her hips with a pointed quirk of her eyebrow. “And… my dress?” 

Emet gives her a sharp little smile. “Oh, very well.” Another snap of his fingers sees her refreshed, clean and redressed in a dress very similar to the one she had been wearing before these two fiends decided to take turns tearing the old one to ribbons. 

Truth be told, she liked this one even more. Nyx gives the skirt an admiring twirl, beaming with delight. Ah, he may drive her mad but he certainly had an eye for all the little details she adored!

“Where are you going?” Zenos asks, reclining lazily on his father’s soiled bedding. 

Nyx turns to him, head tilting as she takes in the mess of Varis’ bedroom. “To see Varis and apologize for the mess we made. Well, the two of you made. Though I suppose I was party to it, as well. Mayhap he will cheer up with a very good bottle of wine. Emet?” Nyx clasps her hands at the former Emperor, batting her eyelashes with a pleading smile and a hopeful gaze.

Emet sighs and snaps his fingers yet again. “Anything else, my demanding little flower?” 

Nyx grins at him, catching the bottle of wine that pops into existence and falls out of the air into her waiting hands. “My book, mayhap?”

Emet hums, glancing away slyly. “Book? I recall no book. I am so very ancient, my dear. Hahh, this old memory is not what it used to be...” 

Nyx pouts her lips and stamps her foot. “Emet!”

Emet shrugs, sticking his pinky into his ear and refusing to meet her eyes as an evil smile crossed his lips. His pointer finger tapping against his smiling mouth. “Hmm, hmm, hm. Perhaps my memory could be refreshed with the right incentive…?”

Nyx narrows her eyes, huffs, and turns her back. 

“...Is that a no, then?” Emet calls to her retreating back as she makes her way around the rubble of Varis’ ruined doorway. 

“I will get what I want,” Nyx replies simply, and leaves them both alone as she exits the room and walks out of their sight. 

Emet smiles, head shaking. “...You always do, my little spark.”

Zenos stands from the bed, taking his own leave. 

Emet watches him go. 

“...She is not yours,” the former Emperor tells the prince, the light tone of his voice disappeared along with Nyx.

Zenos pauses. A short bark of a laugh falling from his lips. “Nor is she yours.”

Emet grinds his teeth. 

“No,” Zenos adds, pausing thoughtfully with a tilt of his head. “I believe it is more that we belong to her.” 

With that, the Garlean prince leaves the room. 

“Hahh, that boy,” the Ascian mutters with disgust.