“What got you so angry, kitten?”

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss, swatting his hand away as he reaches for your waist. You’re curled up on the couch, aggressively clinging to a heating pad. "My hormones are in freefall and my patience’s at ZERO. I'm in my luteal phase—which means my body’s a barren wasteland right now—so take your smug smirk and go bother the twins instead."

Sylus just narrows his red eyes, an amused glint washing over his features as he steps closer anyway.

"Is that a fact?" he murmurs, his voice dropping into that low, challenging register that makes your skin prickle.

"I am warning you, Sylus—"

"Relax, sweetie," he cuts you off, caging you against the cushions with a slow, confident grin. "Tell me—did you drink enough water today?"

“What’s with that ques—”

He doesn't give you time to finish. He catches your ankles, pulling you down flat on your back and strippjng your pants away with practiced precision. Parting your thighs wide, his head drops lower, his tongue immediately working a slow, punishing rhythm against you.

“S-Sy…!” You squirm, trying to twist away, but his heavy hands lock onto your hips, holding you firmly in place.

A heavy, unbearable pressure begins to build deep inside you, and the moment he feels your body goes stiff, he shifts. He swaps his mouth for his hand, sliding two thick fingers deep inside your slick walls. He curls his digits upward with relentless pressure—striking that agonizingly sensitive spot on your front wall over and over until you lose all ability to think.

Your eyes roll back, your mouth open wide singing beautiful moans to his ears, your walls clenching hard around his hand as your entire body goes taut. The intense friction goes straight through your spine, transforming into a desperate, uncontrollable surge that demands release.

“Don’t fight it, kitten. Let go.”

With a sharp curl of his fingers, the dam finally breaks. A flood bursts straight from your clit, soaking his hand and splattering across his wrist in a hot wave that leaves you gasping for air, completely boneless against the cushions.

“It's raining, see?” Sylus murmurs, a low laugh rumbling in his chest as he pulls his hand back, watching the wet mess drip from his fingers with satisfaction. “Apparently you’re not barren at all.”

It’s times like these that Sylus loves to win from you.