#nmz.dark

Vyn staring at the piece of clothing you handed over to him that needed washing. It was such a simple item that he promised to return, yet why was it causing such a huge reaction inside him. He's already admitted attraction to the newest addition to nyx, and he thought if he were to admit anymore more, he would have to be restrained for obsession.

But, the soft scent giving off is making patience a dying concept.

Vyn becomes unaware of how perverted he actually looks, but he has some sense given that he's holding your clothes to his nose, sniffing desperately for more of you as he palms his crotch. Already hard, but he seems unable to take out his dick, so he comtinues humping into his hand through his clothes.

Vyn give the clothing small licks and moans out for you, more of you, anything of you. It wasn't enough. He wanted you.

He imagines your hands on his throat, your foot where his hand is, insults being thrown at him, a gaze that shuns his existence.

He just wanted any amount of you to show him how worthless he is.

Even when he's already cum once in his pants, he's shakingly humping his hand still with the clothing now shoved into his mouth and moans running wild.

You. You. You. You.

I honestly want to write about Thoma having to choose between Ayaka and you. A situation where he's forced to kill one of you. But what Ayaka doesn't know is that Thoma has been twisted inside.

He wouldn't dare harm you. You're his goddess. He needs you to even think about breathing. And so, he aims his spear at Ayaka's chest. Eyes glowing with confidence in his choice. "I'm sorry. I'm not super excited to be spilling your blood, but their priority was always above yours."

The blood pooled at his feet, and he takes a minute to process what he's done before turning back to you and kneels,taking your hand to his lips.