#siolis

Co-Chief Allysa interjects, dearly exhausted with both Siolis and that jackass of a brother Redanis, Allysa refuses to use his stupid nickname.

Siolis looks up from the pile of paperwork they were working on, an admirable yet exhausting trait of theirs is to work regardless of whether the team is on break or not, though thankfully they still chat with their subordinates fondly.

"No, why would I bring Red with me to the ball in Estonia? I'm bringing my spouse," They say your name, voice soft and loving, face relaxing an inch as stunned silence envelopes the room.

A member of Unit-A of the Royal Assistants explodes, "...You're... You're married?!? When did that happen!?" In all his years working within the palace and by Siolis' side, Karl couldn't grasp at the very notion of Siolis being married, and in love no less!

The source of everyone's confusion and shock went back to work, mumbling out that they've been married for two years now, much too focused to realize that this fact will spread all over Xelera soon enough.

"H-Hold on, you mean like... In love married? Like, you're married to this person lovingly and will forever be by their side?? Are you sure??"

Another perplexed Royal Assistant spoke out as they leaned in, aching to hear a confirmation from the typically stoic person Siolis is. Again, Sio raises their head, now confused as well as they respond to the strange question.

"Yes?? We've been courting for four years prior to our marriage. I've been wearing our band of bond for years, I assumed you all knew."

"Respectfully, what fucking ring?? You hate rings!" Allysa, a woman who prided herself on being Siolis' closest confidant and friend, the person Siolis will come to whenever they need someone aside from their family, their only true human friend.

"Why would it be a ring? Bands of bond are tight bracelets with your spouse's hair color on them, see?" Siolis dangles their left wrist to the room, and sure enough their wrist had a woven bracelet of black and a color that none of Siolis' family have.

"What?! How were we supposed to know a bracelet is a sign that you're in love and married to someone?!??"

"Well, why would a ring of all things signify marriage to you? Different cultures and species! Don't tell me you forgot."

As the entire room erupted in questions that are frankly invasive in Siolis' opinion, Siolis is just happy that their secondary family finally noticed that they've been bonded and now forever tied to their beloved angel, you.

"... Married..? Why. I... What??? No, that can't be I've been flirting with Siolis for years! I thought..." The prince of Estonia fumbles and stumbles at the sight of Siolis and their alleged spouse, who stood arm in arm with Siolis, your smile lazy and your expression soft.

Siolis had your arm wrapped around theirs, their other hand sitting on top of your arm as a show of affection and love. Or at least that's what everyone else saw, every action Siolis does and takes is a mark of possession, they finally got you in their arms and they're not letting go. Not even during your death.

This was supposed to be the ball that Prince Antoine finally pulls out the big guns and tries to get Siolis' affection, a plan to propose by the end of the night already set and gardens sparkling with pink hearts and red lights. In his slightly delusional point of view Siolis' never paying him any attention and outright ignoring his advances to the point of once kicking him when he grabbed them, those were all signs of hidden reciprocation.

A fire blazes in Antoine's heart as he leaps off his chair beside his father, startling away the servant bestowing him with the news of Siolis' so-called 'infidelity'. His steps hurried down the stairs, unbecoming of a future king but he could care less truly.

Soon enough, he reached the couple of the hour, slowing his steps as he intrudes in the conversation you two were having with some noble Antoine could care less enough to respect.

"Ah, Chief Assistant Siolis Adonis of Xelera! Wonderful seeing you here with us again, truly it is my favorite moment of the ball! Seeing your lovely face and graceful demeanor!" As Antoine charms his way into your presence, his eyes glance toward your face, yearning for the ugly beast of jealousy to show itself and disgrace you in front of your spouse.

But you were secure in Siolis' insane possession to know they wouldn't dare to ever cheat on you. You've seen how Siolis acted around those who flirt with them, for someone they couldn't care about Siolis would berate and insult them without second thought, but it wasn't so easy with the crown prince Antoine.

Siolis shifts every so slightly to bring you closer to them, hand tightening around your arm as they smirk and greet the clueless man ahead of you, they'd warned you of him before this, you knew what to expect.

"Crown Prince Antoine Rafie, good evening. This is my spouse," They called your full name out to him, a common courtesy. "We've been courting 4 years and bonded 2 years now. I wished to finally show off my darling and our bond to the public eye for a long time now, tonight felt the best opportunity for it."

You nodded towards the prince as he unabashedly looked you over, analyzing your clothes for any imperfections, as if Siolis were to ever allow that to happen, they dressed you tonight after all. Which was obvious to everyone with the way you're dressed similarly to Siolis, they incorporated the same shade of green as their hair on your outfit as well, to ensure everyone knew exactly who you are connected to.

The crown prince huffed as his grin shined, "Oh? 6 years together and you never thought to mention such a relationship to me? Why I'm insulted! I gathered you had shared my... feelings as well. Apologies, dear friend, but Siolis has been quite mischievous over those 6 years, I must admit."

The shameless man hadn't let neither of you reply to his clear attempts at tearing the two of you apart, his hand glided to his mouth as he gasped in shock, "You don't share last names, either! Oh, I'm so sorry dear. Looks like-"

"Prince Antoine." Siolis interjected, dead tired of Antione and his antics already, they refused to let him make a mockery of your relationship and your name further.

"I implore you not to continue your ramblings. No Shiko lets go of their family name during a marriage, a Shiko bond or marriage as humans like to call it is strong. There is no going back after it, even if one of us dies there will be no remarriage, and there has never been a case of infidelity."

Siolis made sure their voice was loud and clear, making sure that everyone can hear their conversation, they wanted even the cameras to pick up their confession, so everyone in the world will know of their affection and dedication to solely you, and to mark you as theirs, to ensure not a single person would dare come to you with romantic intention.

"Cease this shameless attempt at tearing us apart. I'm sure there is some other person who would jump at the opportunity to marry you, and that person is not me. Not in a million worlds."

Siolis pulled you so you'd be behind them, their body hiding you from the shameless prince, to show that they wouldn't let anyone raise their voice or their hand against you.

"You didn't need to be so harsh and shameless, Siolis."

"Please dear, he's a fucking asshole, he needed someone to slap him to his senses. Hm... Don't tell me you're worried they'd try to do something to me in retaliation..." They smirked, face soft and hair relaxed and free of any gel, bangs spread across their forehead. Siolis took off all of those stuffy clothes, now shirtless and only wearing their favored pajama pants as they make their way to the bed.

"What? No. I wouldn't care if you died. Hell, I will be the first case of infidelity, and I don't care." You rasped out, tensing from under the blankets as Siolis got on the bed, crawling towards you as you hurriedly try to push yourself away.

Though, any attempt at running away from them was always fruitless as they grabbed you by the arms and pulled you in close, nuzzling into your head disregarding your muffled complaints about them ruining your hair, voice obstructed by Siolis shoving you into their chest.

"As if anyone would fall in love with you after me. Adonis privileges, my love, you will never find a single person who will love you apart from me after our bond. No, they will yell at you, and you will be ostracized, you will become a mockery."

Siolis mumbles into your hair, voice clear for you as they continue their tirade, "But you are royalty with me, I am a deity's descendant, I have the power here, my love, you are nothing without me. You were nothing without me. You should be grateful for my mercy, for my affections to you."

A sigh escapes them, softly lowering their head to nuzzle into your neck, tongue licking stripes along your jugular as you writhe in protest. "Did you know our Eternal Father Amanis Adonis, the diety who created you, and birthed my family, was possessive? He refused to let any of his lovers leave his grasp, none used to leave the house he lived in, and if they tried they were tortured. But no one knows that, except for us Adonis, and no one will ever know."

Siolis lifted their left hand, their fingers spreading slightly. Waving their hand softly as smooth soft green magic particles materialize, dancing through the air like a swarm of bioluminescent fireflies. The particles rushed toward the office door, wrapping around the handle and the frame. A heavy, resonant click echoed through the room as their innate magic locked the door securely, sealing the private suite and completely separating your passionate confessions from the rest of the world. No sound would exit this room. No one could get in.

They looked back down at you, their iridescent tattoos instantly bleeding into a deep, intense, and suffocating shade of violet as the afternoon sun shines through the windows.

"Now," they whispered, their baritone voice sending a thrill through your chest. "Where were we?"

They didn't give you a chance to answer, Siolis leaned down and captured your mouth again, but the playful, lighthearted energy from before was completely gone. This kiss was deep, slow, and utterly consuming. 

Their tongue slid past your lips, claiming your mouth with a heavy, rhythmic dominance that left you whimpering against their chest. their hands slid down your arms, pinning your wrists gently to the couch cushions beside your head, their fingers locking perfectly between yours.

The contrast was maddening. While their Shiko magic hummed, their body was radiating pure heat. You writhed beneath them, your hips shifting instinctively against their knee, which was still wedged firmly between your thighs.

“Mmh, getting desperate?” they murmur against your lips, eyes flitting open to watch your expression, tight and conflicted as it is. Siolis imagined it was hard not to feel such conflict when one is being devoured by their boss, in said boss’ office

Letting out a low, ragged growl of approval as you tightened your grip on their hand, Siolis broke the kiss, their mouth traveling down the line of your jaw to bury itself in the sensitive skin of your neck. they bit down softly on the column of your throat, their teeth scraping just hard enough to make you moan and writhe before their tongue licked over the mark, soothing the sting.

"Sio..." you breathed, your hands breaking free of their grip to tear at the buttons of their shirt. You wanted them closer. You needed the smooth, unblemished skin of their chest pressed directly against yours. Siolis grabs your wrists, making your hands clutch at the sides of their waist, god the amount of times you daydreamed of grabbing them there… it almost felt wrong. You didn’t care however, your nails digging into the skin of their relatively slender waist.

Siolis peppers a kiss on your cheek, allowing their tongue to lick the kiss after it had been planted on you, they let go of your wrists and grabbed at the collar of their dress shirt. "Let me," they murmured, their voice thick with a dark, commanding heat.

With an effortless, fluid grace, they sat back on your thighs, their eyes never leaving yours as their hands quickly tore open the remaining buttons of their shirt, throwing the expensive fabric to the floor. their shirtless torso was breathtaking—delicate, lean muscle mapped out by the brilliant, glowing violet lines of their tattoos. The single green strand of hair hung loose and free across their eyes, making them look wild, dangerous, and utterly untamed compared to their usual diplomatic self. The subtle definition of their torso was a quiet and pleasureful torture, your hands trailing up from their waist to caress the firm, elegant planes of their abdomen. A low, ragged breath escaped their lips, a rare fracture from their usual calculating composure,your touch igniting the… issue in their pants further. they reached out, their long, neat fingers catching the buttons of your uniform. they paused, their sharp gaze locking onto yours, silently asking you if they should continue.

"Is this okay?" their voice was rough, stripped entirely of its usual diplomatic veneer.

You nodded without a fraction of hesitation. The ancient burdens and the quiet secrecy of the world outside faded into the background; there was no hesitation in your heart any longer, you needed this goddamned hunk of an individual destroying you now. Even if Siolis could easily snap your puny human spine in half.

Slowly, deliberately, they unbuttoned your shirt. their mouth followed the path their fingers cleared, pressing demanding, searing kisses down the slope of your neck and across your chest. When their hand settled over your belt buckle, they tilted their head up. Through the dark fringe of their lashes, their lilac eyes burned with absolute devotion. Your hands gripped their chest, squeezing the firm muscle before you lifted one away, there was enough muscle for it to be squeezed and plush through your fingers. A flicker of disappointment crossed their sharp features, but it vanished the moment your fingers tangled into their dark hair, gently sweeping their bangs aside to cup their cheek.

"Please..." The whimper broke from your throat, raw and pleading. Siolis looked no better, their cunning mask completely shattered by the sheer weight of an unnatural need for you.

A faint, deeply grateful smile touched their lips. they leaned down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss against your stomach as their fingers expertly undone the clasp of your belt and slid the zipper down. Tapping your hip with a firm, commanding pressure, their voice rose in a needy hoarse murmur: "Up."

You obeyed instinctively, lifting your hips from the couch just enough for them to shimmy the trousers down your legs. The moment the fabric cleared past your knees, they tore it away with an insatiable, sudden force, sending the uniform crashing across the marble floor of their office.

Siolis crawled back up the length of your body, a dark, dangerous amusement gleaming in their eyes. ”Maybe I should make you wear shorts, hm? Easier to deal with, nicer to look at..."

A breathless gasp caught in your throat, but Siolis didn't give you time to recover. they dipped their head lower, their breath hot against your skin as they pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the fabric of your undergarments. A low hum of satisfaction vibrated against you. their cold, slender fingers hooked into the waistband, pausing for one final, silent look of permission. You nodded instantly. Keeping their immense Shiko strength carefully checked to spare the cloth, they smoothly stripped the remaining barrier away.

Now completely exposed to the chill of the air and the heat of their piercing intensity in their eyes, your thighs trembled against the warm leather of the couch. Siolis did not hesitate. they settled himself deeply between your knees, their broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the private office, turning you into their entire universe. The iridescent tattoos along their shoulders and neck flared under the shifting golden hour sun, their grip on your thighs resolute.

They gripped your thighs, their palms hot and unyielding as they parted you completely, pinning your legs flush onto their shoulders, willing you to squeeze their head if you wished. When their mouth made contact with your center, the sheer, sudden intensity of the sensation made your spine arch violently.

They were unhurried but utterly relentless. Their tongue stroked upward, tracing the highly sensitive skin of your core with a heavy, deliberate pressure that turned your thoughts into white noise. they swirled around your heat, tasting you deeply, drinking in the slick arousal you yielded for them alone. Every ragged gasp that tore from your lungs only seemed to drive them further; their mouth pressed harder against you, their breath hot and ragged against your inner skin.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, your fingers digging tightly into the thick, dark tresses of their hair, alternately pulling them closer and pushing against them as the pleasure grew too sharp to bear. Siolis groans at the sensation, the vibrations of their throat sending a jolt of pleasure through you as your grip only tightens on the thick, black hair of  their s.

Siolis hummed against your skin once more, a low, vibrating growl of absolute possession that echoed through your entire body. they swirled their tongue flat against your most sensitive point, their fingers digging firmly into your hips to hold you completely still. they drank you in, anchoring you to their frame while the world outside burned, completely consumed by the sacred, hidden fire of the only empire that mattered.

The relentless, heavy friction of their tongue against your core drove you directly to the precipice. Every sharp stroke was masterfully calculated, designed to push you past the point of endurance. Your fingers tightened convulsively in their dark hair, tugging desperately as your hips buckled against the firm, unyielding anchor of their grip.

Siolis only growled against your skin, the sound vibrating directly through your nerve endings. they refused to give you even a second of reprieve. their thumbs dug deep into the flesh of your hips, locking you flat against the cold quartz surface of the anvil while their mouth worked with an insatiable, consuming hunger.

The heat in their office seemed to skyrocket, the roaring heat of the fireplace flickered dimly from neglect, yet it felt as though you were being burnt alive, you’re unaware if it were the heat of pleasure or the heat of fire. Beneath you, Siolis continued their ministrations as they gazed deeply into your expression, the way your eyebrows furrowed with need, the way your mouth could barely close itself from the overwhelming pleasure, the sounds you made when they sucked on that particular spot of yours…

"S-Sio... please, I can't—" The fractured gasp tore from your throat, your head tossing back as the first waves of the climax began to fracture your vision.

They hummed gently, further roaring your pleasure, as they unlatched from you and mumbled against your core, “You can.” they knew exactly where you were. they pressed their mouth back harder against you than before, their tongue flattening to deliver a succession of heavy, deliberate strokes right over your most sensitive point.

The dam broke.

A high, breathless cry echoed through the cavernous workspace as your entire body went rigid. The pleasure violently tore through you, a searing, white-hot explosion that felt exactly like the molten celestial metal you shaped by hand. Your hips jerked automatically, convulsing against their face as the release washed over you in heavy, rhythmic waves. In the air above, a massive shower of brilliant green magical particles erupted like a dying star, raining down around the forge and fizzling out against the heated stone floor.

Siolis didn't pull away. they stayed entirely anchored between your knees, their mouth drinking in every drop of your slick release, holding you firmly through the trembling aftershocks until your breathing finally began to slow.

Slowly, deliberately, they slid back up the length of your body. their shirt was completely discarded now, their broad chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the heat of the room. their lilac eyes were dark, heavy with an ancient, untamed devotion as they looked down at your spent, trembling frame. A dark, possessive smirk touched their lips, their chin and mouth still wet with the evidence of your pleasure, they licked off what they could, as they crawled back over you, their eyes almost twinkling with pleasure and need, a deep satisfaction rolls through their body, hands clutching the leather of the couch violently.

They leaned down, catching your jaw in their hand and pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss that tasted heavily of yourself and the bitter coffee they had earlier. their chest pressed flush against yours, their weight anchoring you back to reality as slick sounds echoed off the walls, the sounds of you two basically swapping spit desperately, Siolis’ other hand glued to your core, overstimulating it with gentle touches as they feel you twitch and moan against  them .

"Look at you," they murmured against your lips, their deep baritone completely hoarse, vibrating with that absolute pride only a Shiko could carry. "Completely undone on my couch. Ruined for anyone but me. Tell me, has anyone ever made you feel the way I did just now? It doesn’t matter, my love, because we are far from done." Siolis purrs almost sadistically as their hand drops from your jaw to your neck, squeezing gently, not to pain you nor choke you, but to remind you of the absolute claim they has over you now.

They reached down, their strong hands sliding smoothly beneath your knees to drag your lower body further up the leather couch. With a single, authoritative pull, Siolis adjusted your position until you were completely parted and vulnerable beneath him—your thighs pinned flush against their broad chest, your hips tilted upward to meet the heavy, unyielding weight of their groin.

"You look beautiful in my office," Siolis whispered, a dark, fiercely possessive smirk cutting across their aristocratic features. their sharp gaze tracked the erratic, frantic rise and fall of your chest. One of their long-fingered hands trailed slowly up the inside of your thigh, squeezing tightly enough to bruise before caressing the sensitive skin. "Draped across my furniture. Wearing nothing but my shadow."

"Look at me," they commanded softly, leaning down just enough to lock their vivid, violet-rimmed eyes with yours. "I want to see your face when you realize exactly who you belong to."

Your vision blurred, your senses entirely overwhelmed by the raw, radiating heat of their skin. You reached up, your fingers tangling desperately into their dark hair, pulling their face down to yours as a breathless plea of yours broke against their lips. "Please, Sio... now. Please."

Their smirk softened into something deeply tender, yet terrifyingly absolute. "Always so impatient for your supervisor," they teased, though their own breath was ragged, their chest heaving heavily against yours.

Siolis shifted their weight, their solid thighs forcing yours wider as they aligned their aching length against your slick, pulsing center. Slowly, with an unyielding, deliberate pressure, Siolis drove inside of you, slowly stretching you out until you stopped shifting in discomfort. The sheer, massive depth of their entry stretched your core completely, driving the breath out of your lungs as they bottomed out against you. You arched your back violently, your fingers digging hard into the tight muscles of their shoulders as a long, fractured sob of pure pleasure broke through the quiet office, long inelegant scratches were drawn up from their back to their shoulders.

Siolis froze for a single, trembling second, letting your tight walls stretch and wrap around their size. Along their jawline and throat, their iridescent tattoos suddenly flared a brilliant, blinding shade of pure white—the rarest Shiko frequency, reserved only for moments of absolute, overwhelming emotion. The single, vivid green strand of their hair brushed against your damp cheek as they leaned down, burying their face in the crook of your neck, their voice trembling with a raw, fierce devotion.

"You are my angel," they groaned against your skin, their hands sliding beneath your lifted hips to scoop you up, locking your lower body flawlessly against their frame. "My beautiful, perfect co-ruler. I am never letting you go."

Then, the rhythm began.

It wasn't the clinical, calculated movement of a Chief Assistant managing a ledger. It was a heavy, primal, and deeply passionate cadence. Siolis withdrew nearly to the tip before plunging back in, each heavy thrust driving deeper and harder than the last, completely filled with the intent to claim you. The wet friction of your bodies meeting echoed in the quiet space, the leather of the couch creaking loudly beneath your combined weight—a sound completely masked from the outside world by the thick, humming barrier of their green magic sealing the door.

You were entirely undone beneath him. Your legs wrapped tightly around their waist, pulling their heavy frame closer, your voice filling the locked room with a frantic, breathless litany of their name. "Sio... Siolis... please."

"I have you," they growled, their aristocratic composure shattering as their pace became beautifully frantic. their control was snapping. their hands gripped your hips with a fierce, branding pressure, anchoring you to the cushions as they drove you higher and higher toward the edge. "I've watched you for four years. I've run an entire kingdom just to keep you safe beside me. You are mine."

The heat in the office reached a suffocating fever pitch. You could feel the second climax building deep in your core, a tight, coil of unbearable tension that threatened to fracture you completely.

Siolis felt the tightening of your walls, their thrusts becoming short, sharp, and desperate as they chased their own release. their breath caught in their throat as they locked their mouth over yours, drinking in your breathless, frantic cries.

“H-hah… You– hmmm! You look ravishing, my dear a-assistant…” they groaned shamelessly into your mouth, your own whines encouraging them only further.

With one final, deep, and utterly consuming plunge that embedded them as far as your body could physically take, you shattered. A loud, broken scream was swallowed by their lips as your climax tore through you in waves of pure, blinding ecstasy, your inner muscles clamping relentlessly around him. A fraction of a second later, Siolis let out a low, guttural roar against your mouth, their entire body going rigid. their tattoos flared an absolute, blinding white as their own release hit him, spilling their thick, pulsing heat deep inside of you as they collapsed tightly against your chest.

The green particles in the air flared one last, brilliant time before slowly settling back down to the floor like dying embers.

For a long time, the only sound in the private office was the heavy, synchronized panting of your chests. Siolis remained deeply buried inside you, their heavy frame holding you securely against the couch cushions, their face still tucked safely into the crook of your neck. they felt entirely warm, relaxed, and thoroughly content, their pulse slowly drumming against yours.

Slowly, they lifted their head, a lazy, thoroughly satisfied smirk gracing their lips as they looked down at your dazed, flushed face. they reached up, their normal, gentle fingers softly brushing a stray damp hair away from your forehead.

"Well," Siolis murmured, their deep baritone voice dripping with a smug, casual warmth as their tattoos returned to a calm, happy silver. "Your two-week vacation hasn't even officially started yet... and I'd say our linear progression is already operating at peak efficiency." After 5 more unyielding rounds, you were cleaned up gently, and fed warmly. And then also being taken to Siolis’ manor where they ravish you like 6 more times, Shiko stamina +  they ’re a warrior.

i struggled. so bad. with this one. took like an hour or two? but so happy with how it came out lol