#sub mydei

It was in the dead of the night, the moon hanging high in the sky. It’s light falling onto the earth like a soothing blanket, its voice a lullaby, lulling any troubled souls into a peaceful sleep. Yet in the quiet castle, where only a single candle continued to burn, there was someone refusing the moon’s cradles, pacing around his room in unease. The person in question was none other than the crown prince of castrum kremnos, mydeimos— also known as the fiercest warrior in his homeland.

As the only royal heir, he had to shoulder many responsibilities. Leading his country, being their general, caring for its people… it’s understandable that he’d waver under the pressure from time to time. Though in truth, none of that was the real reason for his sleepless nights. It was the on-going war that was dragging on longer than expected which troubled him— no, that didn’t quite fit the boiling mix of dread neither. He was worried about one of— if not —his greatest solder, his personal guard, and his vice general, who was still fighting on the frontlines to complete the orders given them. To bring victory to their god.

Was this truly the right thing? Dying honourably, this endless bloodshed, this strife they call divine and worship with blind faith. If anything, he only wishes for the war to end soon, and for you to return to him safely. Due to the circumstances, he had to send you out on this dangerous mission without him despite his heavy heart. That was the ugly truth on why he was still awake at this hour, because he is worried, and because he feels guilty. Time truly is a cruel thing. Slipping through one’s fingers when it’s peaceful and passing torturously slow when in times of uncertainty.

Nevertheless, one of his duties includes taking care of himself, since he’d cause needless concerns from his retainers otherwise. They were particularly sensitive when it came to him, since he was an only child, so if his health were to deteriorate…. Yea no, he didn’t even want to think of all the nagging he’ll have to endure. He will also be less efficient tomorrow if he were to stay up all night, which will affect his work. Right, going crazy like this won’t help the war end any sooner, he should instead find other solutions.

With that being said, the blond haired men blowed the candle out, and laid down onto his soft mattress. If he wanted long enough, surely his mind will rest by it’s own accord. That’s when soft footsteps echoed outside his room, it’s sound weirdly familiar to his ears. It was followed by muffled whispers and clothes rattling, before it went completely still again. Was it just a passing servants? At this hour? Then footsteps, again, but this time different ones that faded into the background.

Did the guards standing outside his door change shifts? But it wasn’t time for their rotation yet. Mydei gulped quietly, his sharp eyes pinned to the door. In case this wasn’t a regular ‘guard change’… there weren’t many who could dismiss the guards of the crown prince, so he just needed to narrow the list down to that. Or perhaps the guard was working with an outsider and— A loud creak snapped him out of his train of thoughts, and he was bracing himself for whoever was behind the door. He didn’t worry too much about fighting the person off, since he had trust in his abilities.

In the end, he decided to pretend he was still in deep slumber, so that he could tackle whoever was bothering him at the right moment. So he pulled the blanket over himself, closing his eyes and listening carefully to the sounds they made. Judging by how light their steps were, this person was quite skilled in avoiding noise. Alright, this is close enough now, time to make his move—

“Ah… your highness?” Your eyes widened once you noticed he wasn’t sleeping. You didn’t even pull away when he grabbed your wrist, instead an apology came tumbling out instinctively, “my apologies, prince mydeimos, I wasn’t aware you were still awake.” In that moment, Mydei was glad the room was dark, because the expression he made must have looked undeniably stupid. “You…! Wait, what’s the situation at the battlefield…!?” He changed from grabbing your wrist to clinging to your upper arms with both hands, shaking you slightly. His grip turned almost painful as he demanded answers with a hardened tone, “are you hurt? When did you come back? Why haven’t you told me anything!”

You winced a little at the sting, there will definitely be indents of his nails visible later on. Yet your voice was gentle as you calmed him down patiently, reassuring him, “your highness, everything’s fine. The opposing force has agreed to attend peace negotiations and I’ve come to deliver the news.” With a tenderness he haven’t felt in so long, you kneeled down and took his hands in yours, pressing your forehead against the back of his palms, “I’m not hurt or anything, you really don’t need to worry over me, my prince.”

He sighed a breath of relief, his brows easing from the previously furrowed state, but not entirely. A slight frown remained, and he scoffed, “…why are you addressing me like that, you know we are way past such honourifics.” You glanced up at him, tilting your head back as you smiled, “yes, mydeimos. I’m sorry I couldn’t send word in advance, I was just so eager to get back to you with the good news as soon as possible.” Hearing that made the prince smile gently, and he stood up from his bed to relight the candles again, pulling your hands off him in the process.

Seeing that, you immediately followed his steps and said, “ah— no need for that, I’ll leave now, sorry for disturbing your sleep.” Though he didn’t pay your words any mind. And soon enough, a small flame ignited from behind him once more, its warm light caressing the outlines of his body, flickering and projecting shadows onto his features. “You’ve done well, y/n. You worked hard. I’ll hold a banquet in your honour and reward you accordingly.” Such a hard working man, isn’t he? Already putting more workload upon himself when there was no need for that.

Though a celebration would surely excite the solders, which is why you didn’t decline and replied, “I’m truly blessed to serve such a wonderful master.” Alright… now the candle has been lit, with you two still alone in his bedroom and the moon at the peak. This meant he wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon. You felt a little guilty, since you didn’t want to be the reason he has dark circles the next day, but you couldn’t deny that you missed him dearly as well. To see his face and hear his voice once again after such a long time really put your heart at ease.

“No, I’m the one who’s grateful. You had to risk your life at the frontlines because I was held back in the palace.” Mydei sounded bitter when he spit out those words, his eyes darting to the ground. “Your highness…” you mumbled, noticing how his fingers twitched in your grasp, he really was a kind and just soul. Then he followed his statement up with, “In return, you deserve to rest, and I shall take care of you personally.”

…What.

P-personally…..?

“Mydeimos—!!” “just Mydei is fine.” You tried to argue, yet he immediately interrupted you. His earlier words were such a shock you frankly didn’t care about propriety anymore, so you said, “Mydei, what do you mean take care…? I’m not hurt, I don’t need anyone to attend to me. Above all not by my superior, you can’t do that.” A light chuckle escaped your dry throat, this was your poor attempt to laugh it off as a bad joke. Until his expression remained unchanged and steady, much like his voice as he spoke, “I meant it. I’ll take care of you. So just lay back and let me handle it, it’s an order.”

Suddenly, he pushed you down onto his double bed, catching you off guard. Titans, everything’s moving so fast now. You barely had any time to react before he straddled your lap and stripped the last few layers of his pyjamas. “W-wait… your hi- I mean, Mydei… you, what are you doing..!” You squeezed your eyes shut as soon as he took his shirt off, unsure of what to do in this kind of situation. This was way too unexpected, you needed a moment to process what just happened…!

He was unbothered by your comments and continued what he was doing until he was fully undressed, the sounds of clothes rustling echoing in your ears. That alone send goosebumps down your spine, since you blocked your eyesight and as result had heightened your other senses. In addition, he also leaned closer to you and whispered into your ear, “your crown prince’s presenting himself to you, yet you won’t even take a look?”

His breath was hot and slightly shaky, tickling your skin. You could practically feel the uncertainty and hesitation in every step, this was surely new to him as well. If you keep this up, he might get frustrated with you, you didn’t want any bad blood between you two. But then… well… one look wouldnt hurt anyway, right…? You won’t even look down, only past his frame and straight at that dull wall! That is why you opened your eyes by a fraction, hoping to not overstep while appeasing him.

At least, that was the plan, which immediately backfired the moment you saw his firm and toned chest. Without want to, as if you were hypnotised, your eyes wandered downwards and rested on the spot between his legs. Your pupils shrunk, mouth parted as if you were about to comment before a hand was thrown over your face. It covered your lips mostly, and did little to obstacle your view, so you were able to look between his fingertips and see his shy expression.

Cheeks flushed and gaze averted, shoulders hunched over by just a fraction while his red marks flared up. It glowed crimson, it’s light soft as it reflected in his clear, golden eyes before it calmed down and went back to normal. Ah, seems like he was quite flustered, this was your clue to not ask nor poke why he owned a female reproductive organ. Though now that you’ve calmed down and are looking at that blonde prince— at his body, in such proximity, you couldn’t deny he was build really nicely. Not just his muscles that are used to being viewed due to his daring clothing style, but also his curves and the rest of the beautiful sculpture carved by the gods themselves.

“Mydei… are you sure about this?” You muttered, your voice muffled greatly by his palms. He nodded slowly as he retracted his hand, so you took a few deep breaths and mumbled, “then, promise you won’t force yourself to do anything.” This was an easy request to fulfil, so he agreed again. It’s been like this for as long as he remembered. You giving in to his most ridiculous requests in exchange for him to take care of himself some more— basically a win-win situation for him.

This time though… it seems you wanted this to happen as well, he could sense it by the way you eyed him up and down. He furrowed his brows at the tingly feeling of your gaze raking over his body, taking in every tiniest detail. Was that truly that interesting? You sure were taking your time admiring every inch, as if you were visiting a gallery. On top of that, you placed your hands atop his thighs, causing those exact places to heat up like crazy, with adrenaline pulsing through in a way he normally only knew in battles.

Now that both of you came to an understanding… it doesn’t take a genius to guess what happened next. You followed his example and stripped bare not long after, ready to serve your hardworking and handsome ‘master’ to the best of your abilities. Still laying on the bed, propping yourself up by your elbows, while he’s hovering over you. His fingers plunged into his own hole, preparing himself for your cock. The way he stretched himself out, scissoring his fingers… his slick dripping down his firm inner thighs and landing on top of your dick was quite the sight of behold.

Never would you have dared to imagined the crown prince of this nation doing something so intimate, not even in your wildest dreams. Yet here you are, watching that same person finger himself open to accommodate you inside him. You couldn’t tear your eyes from him. It was almost shameful how glued to him— to his every little movements —you were. Heck, you felt perverted. But what were you supposed to do when he was quivering on top of you, holding back his groans to the point they sound like muffled whimpers, while his shiny golden eyes slowly became clouded by lust?

You were itching to touch him as well, to feel his soft skin under your fingertips and to hear him moan out in pleasure at your hands. Would that be too much to ask for? Stepping out of line to that degree? His heavy pants was what brought you back to reality, especially as soon as he sat back down, settling his weight on your thighs. Mydei’s knees bracketed your hips, your dick now rested right in front of his heat. This was.. quite erotic now, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure where to look at— in all honesty, your differences in status still made you a little uncomfortable.

This was the moment where he grabbed your wrists out of nowhere and pressed your palms firmly against his soft pecs, a slight frown on his beautiful face. “I’m taking care of you, so you should do whatever you want. Don’t hold back.” That’s what he said, it’s not easy to get over old habits in the blink of an eye, you’ll have to get used to this first. Even so his chest was amazing… so tender to the touch and so… erm… voluptuous.

You decided to give them a squeeze, giving in to your intrusive desires. The prince didn’t seem to mind you fondling them, so you tried to not overthink as your mind finally began focusing itself on him only. On his flesh, his expressions, and every single shiver that courses down his spine. His expression was unreadable, yet his crimson marks glowed faintly, exposing the embarrassment he tried to hide. Then, a sudden sharp groan reached your ears, and both of you froze.

He couldn’t believe he was capable of making such a humiliating noise just from having his flesh kneaded with, and he quickly turned his head to the side to avoid eye contact. Don’t mind him, he simply needed a moment before meeting your face again. You on the other hand was speechless, surprised, amazed, and most importantly aroused at how cute that reaction was. Is this truly your powerful, stern and thoughtful future emperor? Currently trembling and leaking while perched up on your lap…?

Seeing your dumb expression was the last straw for the male. Like a poor attempt to distract you from that shameful accident, he immediately grabbed your cock and lined it up to his entrance, speeding up the process with singleminded determination. You watched him carefully, fingers finding his nipples while he sunk down onto your length, taking you inch by inch. First the head, then the shaft… slowly easing it into his willing body.

Your eyes were glued to the display below— just like a pervert — but who could blame you? The sight was simply too erotic, you couldn’t help it! On the other hand, Mydei was quite shaken due to the added friction of your hands toying with his surprisingly sensitive nipples. It was enough to make his breath hitch audibly, his grip slipping on your thighs as gravity slammed him down in one thrust. His folds parting around the intrusion, his insides forced to make way for the sudden deep penetration.

“Ah- d-damn it… hNghhh..! Ah-ahh…♡” His eyes were ripped wide open in ecstasy, the sensation akin to a lighting strike coursing through his body, causing a temporary limp to his muscles. It was like he forgot how to use his body, a sharp groan escaping despite his clenched teeth, “nghhh… w-wait… one second.” Beads of sweat have formed on his forehead and he closed his eyes again, his nerves were all focusing on that burning heat in his lower abdomen, the pressure that was resting in his tight cavity.

He didn’t want to make it too obvious that he was inexperienced, even more so since he was the one who roped his dearest general into this. Despite the initial pain, it also felt quite good. To have something other than his own fingers rubbing against the wet flesh inside… ah, he enjoyed it, he really did. So it wasn’t a surprise when he began grinding down some more, rolling his hips slightly to get used to the feeling.

Those bright red marks of his flared up again, and the next thing he felt was your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face. You leaned closer to him with a worried look and whispered, “hey, take it slow, alright? You are clamping down so much, relax first, we have all night.” His own palms instinctively reached up to grab your forearms, and he nodded with a faint blush. To think he’s touching you so intimately, your bodies twisting like a sin. A temptation he has already fallen prey to. Can you hear the pounding of his heart? Hopefully not, otherwise he might end up giving you all his firsts.

After you were certain he calmed down from all those impulse-driven actions, you let your arms fall downwards, all the way to his hips. Once there, you held him gently, as if concerned this basically immortal man might break if you were too rough. Such an irony, he thought, you were way too soft with him. Yet he didn’t detest the soft caresses, the almost reverent way you’d touch him. It felt comforting, soothing his deepest uncertainties and turning the lingering discomfort into a growing heat nestled in his lower abdomen.

“I… I’m fine now, no need to cradle me.” Mydei said, his expression back to the usual. One wouldnt even be able to tell he used to be aggravated just now. You smiled back at him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, your breath ghosting over his collarbones, “I’m your subject, mydeimos. Of course you’d be my top priority.” He didn’t really like the sound of that. It felt like you were just obeying his whims when he wanted more than servitude. His tone came out more aggressive than he wanted as he snarled, “shut up and hold me tighter.”

As if to get his point across, he lifted his weight until only the tip remained inside his cunt, before sinking down and taking all of it back inside him. His squishy walls rippled and clenched around the shape that was currently forcing him to stretch and adapt. He couldn’t bite back the sounds anymore and could only watch as they stumbled out of him involuntarily, filling the room with lewd moans alongside the squelching noises. These were due to how much slick was leaking out of him, pooling at the base, sticking to his flesh like shame.

“Nghh… ah, haaah~” a low rumble erupted from his throat, his movements wavering once he noticed your admiring glances. Changing from the thrusts to circling motions, rolling his hips back and forth. This was his fault, he should have settled for a position where he wouldn’t have to meet your eyes. Now he couldn’t help but get flustered unless he closed his eyes. Though by now, you’ve also come to understand he felt uncomfortable with your gazes, which is why you decided to shift your attention onto pleasuring him instead.

Resuming where you left off, you held him at around his sternum and pressed your thumbs against his hardened buds. A sharp hiss slipped from his lips, which encouraged you to be bolder. You tried all kinds of things in hopes of finding out what kind of stimulation he enjoyed the most. Circling around the sensitive nerve bundles, scratching them directly with your nails, or even twisting and tugging slightly. The more you did it, the better you understood his body. The conclusion? Your crown prince was truly a sensitive man, reacting so strongly to even the lightest touches~

“Ahngg, hmmM..! S-stop that…? Why are you… so obsessed with a man’s chest— hNngh..! ♥︎” He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers this time as he yanked your palm off of him. When you looked up, you were met with the sight of him hiding his face behind his other free hand, his hips grinding down to take you even deeper. It was quite difficult to do without using his hands, but he managed.

That’s when a sudden mean streak hit you, and you really wanted to see him be more flustered, more messy. To tease him until he gushed and shuddered on top of you, to see his normally watertight composure falter… it’d be so adorable that shouldn’t be something a loyal servant wishes for, right?

Whatever, self-control be damned. You latched your lips around the nipple you didn’t have access to anymore, wanting to see what happens. The still unrestrained hand continued its playful touches, rubbing the nub in tight and firm circles, your tongue licking at the other one. The prince threw his head back with a deep arch of his spine, the sensation too much to bear. A full-body shudder traveling through every blood-vessel he had. His tongue lolled out without permission and his voice followed in a lewd way, “ahhh-mNhnmmGh..!! ♡ s-stop— no, n-no, don’t…?! H-HKS…!♡♥︎”

By this point, his entire face was beet red, his blush reaching all the way to his chest. You didn’t expect him to react this strongly, but titans it was better than what you imagined. “Mydei, I want to take care of you too, can’t i? Won’t you allow me to? Should I really stop?” How shameless, to ask and plead him like that when his nipple was still in your mouth…! The vibrations of your voice were devastatingly pleasant as they rumbled through him, and he couldn’t stop his body from twitching in delight.

God he really wanted to shut your mouth sometimes, no matter how much he adored hearing your voice.

Ah, right, there was something he could do to make you quiet. He was too hesitant to do it earlier, but now he couldn’t care less about any formalities his mind could conjure up with. So he grabbed you by your hair and yanked your face toward his own, smashing your lips together. The kiss was fierce and chaste at the same time, rendering you dumbstruck. It ended just as abruptly as it began, but as soon as you opened your lips to speak again, he kissed you once more, his brows squeezed together as he held his breath.

At first you were a little disoriented, at a loss on what to do. Though now that he’s kissing you for the second time, you decided to go with the flow. You wanted this and he wanted it too, so why should you hold back any longer just because of your differences in status? This was personal, something between no one but you and Mydei— not the general nor the prince of castrum kremnos

It didn’t take long until just kissing alone wasn’t enough anymore and your tongues joined in, sliding against each other, going entirely by instincts rather than technique. His hips didn’t stop moving, still humping your dick, clit all red and swollen while he was getting devoured by you. But now, that also wasn’t enough anymore, so he began bouncing on your lap. Rising and descending in quick intervals, riding you with increasing fever. He yanked your head back to break the kiss because he was choking, panting as he felt oxygen fill his lungs once more.

Mydei bend back slightly, bracing his hands and arms on your legs as he stared down at you, his attitude still screaming royalty. Your upper body followed him, trying to close the distance and thus leaned forward. Your hands gripping his waist, hips, or even his toned ass. Anything, while your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, kissing his throat and savouring his gasps. “Nhmm… not just there… you- urghh… you know what to do.” The male huffed, self-consciousness battled with need, and he still wasn’t sure if he felt liberated or ashamed.

In return, you sucked a hickey into his flesh, adding more red marks as if his tattoos weren’t enough. At the same time, your hands wandered to his upper and lower body respectively, one messing with his nipples again while the other was taunting with his neglected clit. The moment you began flicking and touching it properly, he felt a biting sensation run through him and his hips faltered. He stopped moving temporarily, using his fingers to spread his folds some more, before running them all the way up to his belly button, scoffing, “finally you are doing something.”

You couldn’t argue with that, so you answered ambiguously, “I can do even more from now on if you want.” A flicker of curiosity flashed his expression, and he clicked his tongue as another shiver pooled low in his belly. His hands went up to your shoulders and he flashed you his teeth as he grinned, “don’t get cocky now, I’m still the one taking care of you.” Then, he began using a punishing pace, thrusting your dick in and out of him at a much faster pace than before.

Deep and rough pounds that went from the glans to the shaft, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin scorching any decency you two might have still had to ash. The filthy sounds echoing in this room was drowning out everything else, leaving you two in your own debauched bubble.

“Ah- haaah.. hngh-mmHmm… f-faster, harder..!! Ah, ahng, ahmM!! ♡♥︎♥︎” His moans got louder as well, and he could feel you hitting exactly the places he loved the most. The tip kept slamming against his cervix, sending electricity zapping straight to his brain. He’s been feeling this pressure building inside him for a while now, and he really wanted it to spill over and crash through him.

This explained why his bounces became increasingly enthusiastic yet also sluggish, his legs straining as he tried to find the spot that would make his vision white out. And once he found it, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his fingers quivering as a wave of fresh slick gushed out from around your cock, covering everything in his messy essence. “NGhhHh… f-fuck, ah UghN-mHhn… oOhh, don’t stop, right t-there, ah— hmMghn~~♥︎♡♥︎” He almost came just now— he was so close…!

But it was just short of being enough.., his body gave out the moment he was about to reach his high. The frustration was enough to make him shed tears of fury, and so he tried to force his limbs to work, yet they didn’t listen to him. It would appear he was at the end of his stamina, which means time for you to take over and pleasure him until you get to hear the moans you wanted~ ♡

“How about I take care of the rest? You’ve done enough, Mydei.” You suggested, waiting for his answer. His skin was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, and the brightly hued flush down his neck just darkened in a shade. He wasn’t used to being taken care of, he’s always been independent. Even when traveling to the frontlines, he never made the valets attend to him and insisted on taking care of things by himself. But now… considering the circumstances… he gulped and agreed to your preposition.

This was a chance you couldn’t miss out on. Your handsome and beautiful prince, now underneath you, laying on his back with his spread legs wrapped around your waist and his arms gripping the sheets tightly. Knowing him, he preferred being on the giving end, yet now you managed to have him be the recipient… you wanted to make the best out of it. Should you go gentle? No, you two were past that now, weren’t you? In fact, his previous pace was quite nice, so maybe you should recreate that and simply… go even harder~?

Needless to say, you held him with a deathly grip as you fucked into his wet and greedy cunt, making him take all that you had to give. His ass has become all red from the slapping of skin, the squelching sounds multiplied, and his insides fluttered around your size as he clamped down and howled, “aHHhnNgg- you, nghHhmm, f-fuck fuck aaAh—♥︎♡ HKS..!!!” He clawed at your shoulder blades as those sweet moans spilled out of him like a waterfall. “T-there, just,,, there ♡ keep hitting there.. mhmM, yes, ahnNh~ y-yes… don’t stop, don’t you d-dare stop…♥︎♡♡”

His nails raked down your back, leaving behind red lines where blood surfaced. You barely even noticed those wound, since they were way too insignificant on a body used to wars and battles, especially when you had somehting much more important to focus on. Your hips were basically moving on their own now, rutting into his tight hole while more and more fluids dripped out of him. This wasn’t enough, you wanted more moans, dirtier ones. You wanted to hear him scream your name as his gorgeous body gets defiled by your hand.

“Mydei… you’ll forgive me for being selfish, won’t you? Haah… sorry, I don’t think I can hold back.” Before he could process your warning, your fingers already found his clit and nipples, your lips moving back down to where they were before. Imprinting more of your claim— your marks —onto him. Uncaring of where you place them and if he’ll be able to hide them behind his clothes the next morning. Let the servants stare and murmur, let them whisper and ponder who fucked their prince at the next meeting. It’d be so exhilarating, wouldn’t it?

His back arched into another bow, one hand still digging into your skin while the other began clutching the headboard, the sheets, anything that could anchor him admits this onslaught of pleasure enough to wreck his senses into mush. On top of that, his moans and curses were firing out at a rapid rhythm, his eyes rolling back as sweat and tears mixed on his cheeks. “AhHhhnnGHh~!! Oh you… you bastard, cruel… ahhh… using my weak spots,, hnghH?! m-more, more… don’t s-stop NhhmMm~♥︎♡”

Who would have thought he’d be such a slave to this ecstasy potent enough to limp his senses. His legs wrapped around you with such a powerful coil that anyone else wouldn’t have been able to move. Since you were a warrior, you had less troubles with it. The sound of all those noises coming from him, whether they were moans or lewd background sounds, were all like the finest piece of music to your ears. It automatically made you want to cross the line over and over, to use up every last shred of strength you had to bring him to the highest form of pleasure known to mankind.

And finally, with an animalistic wail that resembled a battle cry, Mydei came all over your cock. A clear, thin thread of fluid squirted out of his urethra in rivulets, spraying everywhere. Onto his own belly, firm inner thighs, or the bed below. Painting the entire room in this debauched play you two had indulged in, the smell of sex and pure lust thick enough to be cut with a blade. “HNGGhHhnMnn~~…?!? ♡♥︎♡ AahHGhh~!!!” His walls twitched around you, fluttering, holding onto the stretch even as you pulled out.

Even after you removed it from his cunt entirely, his entrance still gaped and squeezed around nothing. His marked lit up once, twice, before going quiet, mirroring how he was recovering from his high. His eyes were still glazed over and cloudy, tongue lolling out while saliva dropped down his jaw.

Both of you were out of breath and panting like you just ran a marathon, the exhaustion and fatigue becoming more apparent now that the adrenaline was wearing off. His body dropped back into the soft plush mattress, his face turned to the side to sink into some high-quality pillows. You sat up straight and glanced down at the mess between your two bodies and groaned. This was quite the… sight, to say it lightly. With his body worn out and his cunt sloppy, still so stretched that his hole couldn’t close properly.

Dried, crystallised tear-tracks could be found on his cheeks. You didn’t even notice he cried, or perhaps those weren’t tears? Even then, it’d be single droplets that got squeezed out from the intensity of everything. His hair was plastered onto his forehead, sticking to his sticky body annoyingly so. Small trembles still plagued his frame, yet he was slowly coming down from it, adapting to that mind-numbing climax he just experienced.

His gullet felt dry from all the screaming, and so he cleared his throat with a few coughs. The moment you heard them, you instantly jumped from the bed and looked for some water. Or, at least you would have liked to, if it wasn’t for Mydei who held you back, pulling you atop him.

“Stay, and what I mean with that is— keugh…! Ehem, hmm… The entire night, so dont go anywhere.” His tone was stern and raspy, and his face showing the exact opposite emotions. The slight pout, the way his eyes begged you without meaning to… how was it possible for someone be this adorable? “I’ll stay, but, mydeimos, we need to wash up and change the—” a yawn slipped past, interrupting your own sentence. Today had been a long day, you had to ride on a horse for many hours consecutively, leaving your troops behind, just to bring the good news to your prince.

His eyes rolled as the familiar frown returned, and he snapped at you with a low growl, “we can take care of that later so stop talking.” He’s been telling you to shut up a lot today, huh? How heartless, considering you haven’t conversed in so long! With a lighthearted smile, you teased him, “only with another kiss~” to which he scoffed, “You insolent— I should just send you back to the battlefield.” “You jest, I thought you missed me!”

With that, your playful banter continued on until the moon’s embrace finally pulled both of you into a peaceful slumber. The first one since your separation.

I think Mydei’s extra sensitive, it was stated somewhere that he’s ticklish soooo

Also feels like most of the time he opts to top, but he really likes bottoming too, just haven’t gotten used to the idea yet

His stamina for such things is surprisingly worse than phainon’s monstrous durability, precisely because he’s more sensitive and will need breaks after each round or it gets overwhelming quickly

Kinda feel like he doesn’t know how sexy he is, he’s accidentally attractive without trying, he’s got that maxed out charisma

His tattoos light up a little when his emotions are intense :>

Every single one of his body parts can probably be made into secondary erogenous zones lol

Probably has mid to low sex drive, but it increases after a fight or physical exercise, due to the adrenaline or blood rush

Really wants to try out food play but is too embarrassed to mention it

A mix of service sub/dom and pillow princess, the ratio is like 70/30 (which is why he doesn’t bottom often)

As for dan heng I always imagine him having an on-going internal dialogue while doing it

It’s like it takes a lot to make him stop thinking, to get his brain truly empty

He’s just too used to his brain working in the background, completing multiple tasks at all times

And he’s an experimentalist, like a blank canvas adapting your kinks: if you like it, he’ll find pleasure in pleasing you

Always keeps to himself, really horrible at dirty talk- actually, both him and Mydei suck at that

He lasts pretty long before cumming, but in return he can go like max 3 rounds, and his tip is extra sensitive afterwards which may cause some of the most erotic moans you’d ever hear from him

I think he doesn’t have many secondary erotic zones, he gets off on your voice & words though

He’s a service sub at heart forced to bottom cuz you wanna let him rest, but he’s so in that ‘I wanna be productive’ mindset he’d rather just please you instead of having you take care of him