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"Hmm... What are you doing?"

"You're awake? I saw the Datura flowers blooming, so I thought-"

"Come here, Kitten."

Before you can react, black-red energy wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you back to the satin sheets that Sylus was resting on.

"You said you'd watch over me." he grumbled, touching his right eye. "Why are you running away?"

He was acting more differently than he had been before he fell asleep. It worried you.

"The Protocore's influence is getting stronger. I should resonate with you again--"

"And what if I told you its desire isn't what's causing trouble this time?"

The slight movement in his Adam's apple betrays Sylus's state. The Protocore's desires has spread beyond his eye. With a slight movement of his fingers, red mist drew the curtains closed, plunging the room into darkness.

He soon pulls you back into his embrace, his searing body heat overwhelming.

"Stay like this… don't move."

"But…"

"Shh." he hushes you.

You were then reminded of that feeling from the night before when the two of you had resonated. That overpowering desire to be close, to possess, to claim every part of him as my own. It was likely only a fraction of what Sylus was feeling. What he was suppressing to make sure that you were okay.

You didn't want him to suffer anymore, so, with a heavy sigh, you push his arm away and sit up. Sylus opens his eyes again and frowns.

"It's fine if you don't want me to help with my Evol. Since it wants me this time… I'll give it what it wants."

Sylus sat up.

"If I satisfy its desire," you continued. "Then you'll recover, right?"

A dangerous light flashes in his eyes. He grips your waist tighter and tilts your head up, his lips touching a spot behind your ear, trailing kisses downward.

"And, what if what it wants… is for me to completely devour you. Aren't you afraid?"

"It won't happen."

You cradle Sylus's face in both your hands, making those red eyes stare into your own. Sylus chuckled softly.

"You believe in my self-control that much?"

"It's just an Aether Core. I have one too, remember?"

"Quite well, yes."

"So, when you're with me, you don't have to control your desire. Even if that day arrives, I won't give up without a fight. I'll help you fight back."

"Help me?"

Sylus genuinely seemed to be fighting with himself. He laughed again before his grip on your waist tightens once again.

"Those are your words, not mine."

The intense heat you had felt when you had resonated hits you again, blazing from his right eye.

"Don't. Leave. Me... Help. Me."

"…I won't leave you. Do your worst, Sylus."

"Don't. Regret. Those. Words."

His mouth latches onto your neck once again, finding where he left off. The black silk dressing gown you had worn to pick the Datura flowers in the garden earlier was swatted away, falling like ink filled water off your shoulders. The thin strap of your nightgown was also pushed down, his lips following. The gun and the phone that had been on the bed are moved to the side table by wisps of black and red.

Your nails dug into his hair and his shoulder whenever his teeth found purchase, nipping and teasing your skin. Every whimper of pain from you was soothed by his tongue swirling over his mark, never leaving you hurting for long.

He soon places you on his lap, placing his teeth and his hand on your nightgown, ripping it straight down the middle.

"H-hey!"

"Naughty, Kitten." was his only response before his teeth latched onto your exposed breast, making you shudder and moan.

While he played with your nipples, your hand travelled down, leaving little scratches down his arm. They quickly healed thanks to his abilities, but the sensation still made him growl hungrily.

When your hand brushed low enough, Sylus pulled your hand away, nipping at your fingers.

"Not yet."

"But, you said to help you-"

"Not. Yet."

He continued nipping down your wrist, to your elbow, and back to where he was suckling your breast, making you gasp.  He returns your hand to his neck while his lowers on you instead, a pitiful defense of black lace between the two of you.

"This…" Sylus said, his fingers slipping easily into your underwear, touching the warm dampness.

Just as quickly, he removed his fingers, making you gasp. He ran his tongue along the tips, his right eye glowing again.

"Exquisite."

Silken sheets soon touched your back and rough palms massaged your hips and pulled your underwear down and off. Both your legs were lifted into the air, finding rest on Sylus's broad shoulders. The pillow that he had been sleeping on earlier was under your lower back now, giving Sylus more leverage.

"How… how thoughtful." you said between breaths.

"Can't have you hurting too bad when you go back to your Association, can we?"

"And here I thought I told you to… to do your wors-Hey!"

He nipped your inner thigh, making you yelp.

"Busy doing my worst, Kitten."

"You-!"

He blew on his latest bite, making you shudder.

"The worst by my standards, at least."

"Ngh, then… what's your best?"

"Well, let's find out, shall we?"

His hot breath tickled you, before you felt something wet and thick pressing and sliding against your slit.

"Ah-!"

It slid again.

"Sylus..." you moaned.

Your fingers grabbed at the sheets below you. Sylus only chuckled in response, the air of his breath tickling you again.

"Hah..."

He dragged his tongue back and forth along your clit, each stroke longer and slower than the last. Your heel dug into his back, but his hands held your hips in place, preventing them from moving further. One of your folds was now between his lips, his teeth ever so gently pressing down, his tongue caressing it with care. You shuddered.

"S-Sylus..."

"Hmm...?"

"I I-think I..."

He released your fold.

"Use your words, Kitten. I won't know unless you tell me."

"Bastard..."

Sylus laughed.

"Not the word I wanted to hear, but it'll do."

He slides his tongue inward again, flicking and teasing you until your knuckles turn white in the black sheets.

"Come for me, sweetie."

You soon see stars blinding your vision. Quick breaths and sweat wash over you in waves. Sylus only stopped when he had drank every drop of your juices.  He then removed the pillow and laid you back onto the bed.

"B-better?"  You asked limply.

His eye did seem dimmer than it was before.

"It seems satisfied, for now." Sylus reached up for your face, brushing back your damp hair.

His hand was still feverishly warm, however. You gritted your teeth and sat up, touching his forehead. He was worryingly flushed.

"You're still burning up, though."

"I *was* between your thighs just moments ago."

You bite your lip.

"Maybe… it needs more?"

"I already said it was satisfied."

"'For now,' you also said." You hold your chin. "What else could it want?"

"Rest for now, sweetie." He nuzzled your nose. "We'll think of something else later."

"…Sylus, lie down."

He raised an eyebrow but complied, resting his head on the pillow.

"What are you thinking, Kitten?"

"Doing what you just did, but I'll be doing the work."

"Kitten…Your legs are still shaking."

"Better hold onto me, then."

Your thighs surrounded Sylus's head once again. Hands pressed against the velvet headboard, you lowered yourself onto his face, his nose and mouth pressing into your vulva. He holds onto your hips once again, keeping you steady above him.

This time, his tongue stayed put, lying flat obediently. Gripping the headboard, you slide forward then back, forward and back, forward and back. Sylus takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent once again. He holds your hips steady in your rhythm, supporting you when needed.

When you came a second time, you pulled back and sat on his chest, breathing heavily.

His hands still felt feverishly warm and while his eye had dimmed more, it was still bright in the darkness of the room.

"Kitten, that's enough."

"But…"

"You're exhausting yourself. I'm not going anywhere." He rubbed your arm.

"You're still so warm…"

"I could always take a cold shower, if that'll settle your nerves."