#veiled-thirsts

examples

he spends the night holding her in his arms, innocently stroking up and down her back without a care in the world, meanwhile she's trembling in his lap, slumped against his chest while he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of her.

sometimes he'll gently encourage her to keep going, keep grinding, keep riding him and even though her legs are sore, her clit is swollen and her cunt is full, she cannot help but obey even if her body gives out and she passes out on him.

for very important plot reasons you were offered to the god of strife as a bride, but given that his duty is to fend off the black tide, you do not see much of him. he barely glances at you, hardly speaks to you and you seldom see him at all. there's not much to do in castrum kremnos, though it's still entirely unfamiliar to you. you become a bit of an adventurer to stave off your boredom, exploring the ruins until you know them like the back of your hand (mydei has no qualms with you doing this. if he could protect you in his own home then okhema would have fallen by now) there are some close calls with the creatures of the black tide, but before you even realize you are in danger, mydei demolishes them in a flash of red before returning to the front lines before you can blink. that is the most you ever see of him.

and then his war against the black tide ends. the era nova begins and you don't know what to do with yourself. apparently, neither does mydei. what becomes of a god of strife and combat when peace is finally won?

of course, you don't speak about these things. you never speak to him aside from short mumbled pleasantries. maybe an occasional nod of acknowledgement. and he is the same.

fortunately for the two of you, phainon is able to break your silly and stubborn stalemate when he pops in and looks straight past mydei to gasp and coo at you, like you're a little pet rather than his wife. while phainon is pinching your cheeks and singing your praises, you let your gaze wander towards mydei, a little deflated to see him looking at the two of you with the same stoic expression.

you don't know how it comes up, but phainons ramblings veer towards the discussion of sex and you're mortified that he talks about it so casually.

he asks mydei something but the god of strife is pouting, averting his eyes and trying his best to ignore a faint flush on his cheek.

it takes a few quiet moments for phainon to finally understand that you two never consummated the marriage. he's almost pitying, scandalized, but it's quickly forgotten when he just. organizes for the two of you to have your first time right now.

khaslana is not very into it at first (like pretending to be phainon hes very much into touching you)

but then he sees phainon lower his voice, adopts a more gravelly tone and khaslana sees you squirm. unsure for the first time on which one of them is touching you.

contains: phainon x reader, dom!phainon, insecure!reader edging, praise, body worship, humiliation

if you were ever insecure about your appearance and let it slip around phainon or made too many self-deprecating thoughts known to him, he'd pout and formulate a plan.

he gets you completely naked and stands behind you in front of a mirror. he gently tilts your head so you're eye level to your reflection. if you swallow and avert your eyes again, look down at your feet instead, he just tsks and repeats the same gesture. over and over again until it clicks for you that you're not getting out of this.

he then touches you oh so gently and tells you that you don't get to cum until you learn to be kinder to yourself. he sits there and instructs you to repeat the most sickeningly sweet and embarassing praise to your reflection.

you stammer and stutter and try to appease him in other ways, not wanting to confront your insecurities like this, but he's not budging on this. he just watches you scramble to make excuses while he rests his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes and humming softly, like your flustered rambling is just white noise to him.

when you finally relent, he doesn't let you halfass it. he forces you to make eye contact with your flushed reflection, chides you for mumbling and makes you repeat yourself, and coos at you whenever you follow instructions, gushing over just how good you are and how precious you look when you listen to him.