#wrong ending

Three days and still you aren't capable of finding out what Sylus's aether core wants. It was hard to see him like this. You decide that if his temperature won’t go down the next day, you will resonate with him again, if he likes it or not.

Awakened by the sound of you coming back into the room, after going for a glass of water, Sylus lies languidly on his stomach, his hand sprawled across the pillow. The beam of light slips past the curtains and illuminates his furrowed brow. As he raises his arm, the blanket slides from his shoulder to his waist. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a sleepy tone.

“You're awake?”

“Come here, kitten.”

Before you can react, black-red energy wraps itself around your waist. It’s pulling you toward him. You fall onto the soft bed. In the dim lighting, Sylus's eyes appear unusually bright. He breathes the smell of your hair in, making a content sound.

You can tell Sylus is acting more differently now than he did before falling asleep. The slight movement of his Adam's apple betrays Sylus's current state. That desire has spread beyond his eyes. With a swift movement, red mist silently draws the curtains closed. As the room falls back into darkness, he turns and pulls you into his embrace.

Sylus makes it clear that he doesn’t want to take things from you, so you lean in, offering your help. A dangerous light flashes in his eyes as he grips your waist tighter. He tilts his head up, lips brushing the hollow behind your ear, and the soft contact makes you whimper. His mouth lingers there, teasing, coaxing sound after sound out of you.

The trail of kisses he leaves in his wake drags lower, each one burning hotter, leaving you trembling. The scrape of his teeth against your skin ignites everything in your body, every nerve on fire. His breath is unsteady, ragged, desperate as he drinks you in, as though even your scent is enough to intoxicate him.

When his lips return to yours, it’s no longer teasing. The kiss is deep, consuming, his tongue parting your lips as if to claim everything you’ll give. He devours your mouth, and yet there’s tenderness threaded through the hunger.

The tingling sensation spreads through your body like a dangerous trap, luring you in and daring you to recklessly succumb.

“Safe word,” he said, fumbling with your nightgown. You moaned as his large hand roaming over you, desperate for more, more of him, more of this, more of the spiral pulling you both under.

“Ah… crow… it’s crow.”

“Good girl.” His smirk curved against your lips.

You drowned in the feeling of him, the heat of his body, the press of his chest, the slick slide where you were already soaked for him. Every thrust dragged a moan from your throat, some broken, some sharp, until you were almost sobbing from the pleasure. His teeth grazed your lower lip, then bit, forcing another cry from you as he swallowed the sound in a kiss that was all tongue and fire.

Your bodies moved together in a feverish rhythm.

“Come on, give me one more,” he urged, his voice rough, his hand sliding down to massage your clitoris with maddening precision. Stars and white sparks burst across your vision, your back arching off the mattress as the climax tore through you, leaving you shuddering, crying out his name.

When he’d promised to unleash it, you hadn’t expected him to be this wild, so insatiable, so desperately hungry for pleasure and for you. You had to admit, you matched Sylus’s energy perfectly. But still, his stamina was overwhelming. You were glad you were in such good physical shape; otherwise, you would have passed out hours ago.

Sylus was enjoying this. After two weeks without you, missing you in every way possible, this was heaven. His cock was still buried inside you, hard and twitching. He had come three times already, and your mixed fluids was slowly staining the sheets, but who fucking cared right now?

A soft gasp tore from your throat as a final, shuddering climax rocked you. You went limp against him, your head falling back onto the pillows. The frantic energy of the last few hours slowly gave way to a hazy, blissful calm. You felt Sylus's chest rise and fall, his breathing ragged as he came down from his own high.

He gently shifted, pulling his hips back just enough for a second to stroke your thigh. "Tired now, little kitten?" he whispered, his voice thick with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

You whimpered only but Sylus gave you no rest. He shifted your body with a fluid movement, changing you into another position.

Your legs ached, the muscles screaming with a delightful burn. Looking down, you saw the art he had created on your skin. A constellation of red marks and fading bruises, your ass stinging from the well-earned slaps you'd received for being a brat earlier. There was no escape now. You were completely at his mercy, and a part of you loved every single moment of it.

This night was the most intense you'd ever had with him.

The feeling of being devoured by him was so addictive and greedy, you accidentally leaned too far into the sensation, wanting more, resonating with him when you placed your hand on his chest.

Devour him!

Again, that feeling of being burned alive, roasted on an open flame, washed over you.

“Kitten!” Sylus’s right eye pulsed with a more intense glow, and for a terrifying moment, he lost control. He slammed into you with brutal force. A ragged cry escaped your lips, an aching moan in your hazy state. The sensation was more than just physical, it was a blinding storm. Pleasure spiked into pain, back into pleasure again, the lines between them shredded.

You breathed heavily, desperately trying to comprehend the sheer intensity hidden within the aether core. It was a maddening, addictive void, blended with the relentless, piston-like thrusting of him inside.

You were so consumed you didn't notice that his evol had begun to spread into a web of red-dark electricity crawling across the room. It wrapped around your body, holding you and trapping you like a snake constricting its prey, its force so intense it felt like your joints were being crushed, turning them a deep, bruised color. It held you open for him, merciless, forcing your body to receive every savage thrust.

You tried to move, to fight, but the resonant coils tighter, rooting you to him. The harder you strained, the deeper it sank, until your own pulse felt shackled by it.

Sylus fought against the aether core, his face contorted in a silent battle, but he could only obey. He buried himself in you over and over, his body moving on its own, a mindless, ferocious need controlling him.

It felt like an eternity, trapped inside that void, wanting to devour him and being devoured by it in turn. A dark, beautiful nightmare.

The sheets stuck to your skin. The brutal slams of his hips made the bedframe scream against the wall. His silver hair clung damp to his forehead, his right eye blazing, pulsing with inhuman light.

The smell of sex and blood filled the air, the only sound the violent shuddering of his body inside yours and the guttural moans he couldn't hold back. Sylus knew if he continued like this, he could kill you. Your nails dug into his forearms, making him bleed. Tears streamed down your face.

“Devour him. It's your power,” the voice whispered.

And still, in the haze of agony and bliss, you came again, your body betraying you, shuddering in a storm of involuntary release that only made his pace more feral.

“Sy... Sylus…” your voice cracked, half-moan, half-plea. “C-Crow... Stop...”

Suddenly, with a cry of anguish and desperate burst of strength, he grabbed your wrist, snapping the connection before it consumed you both.

The world came rushing back, and as your vision cleared. You saw the raw terror in Sylus’s expression, a mix of deep concern and self-loathing anger. The blood on his arms smeared across your skin as he held you. You passed out right after that.

You woke hours later, your body aching in ways that felt carved into the bone. Still dizzy, you reached out blindly to the other side of the bed, fingers searching for the solid warmth of your lover. “Sylus?” your voice came out hoarse, fragile.

“I’m here.” His reply was immediate. He stepped from the shadows with a glass of water in hand. His eyes wouldn’t quite meet yours.

Everything hurt. Your throat, your wrists, the deep throb in your hips. You drained the glass in one desperate gulp, the cool liquid burning all the way down.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, settling at the edge of the bed, brushing damp strands of hair away from your forehead with careful fingers. You nodded weakly.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, voice breaking. “I… you trusted me, and I—” His words faltered as his fingertips ghosted over the bruises circling your wrist, the mark of where he’d held on too hard. He was visibly shaken.

You tried to move closer, to show him you were still here, still his. But your legs gave out beneath you.

“Don’t,” he said quickly, catching you, his arms steady where his soul wasn’t. His expression twisted with guilt.

“No,” you rasped, shaking your head. “It was my fault. I was careless… it’s not your fault.”

But the words only seemed to wound him further. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened. He held you like you were made of glass. “Kitten, if anything had happened to you… I couldn’t survive it.”

You shifted in his arms, pressing your forehead against his chest despite the ache in your body. “Sylus…” you whispered.

But he flinched, almost as if your voice hurt. “I almost killed you.”

“You didn’t,” you insisted.

His laugh was hollow, bitter. “Kitten, look at yourself. Bruises, cuts—marks I put there. You trust me more than I deserve.”

Silence stretched between you. You exhaled shakily, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck.

“I know what you are, Sylus. I know what your power does. And still, I chose you.” His breath hitched, his hands fisting in the sheets.

“You shouldn’t have to choose between love and survival.”

“Maybe not,” you admitted, “but I will. Every time. Because you’re worth it. Even when you’re at your worst.”

Something in him broke at that, his face burying against your shoulder. His voice came out muffled, strangled. “One day, kitten… one day I won’t be able to stop.”

You held him tighter, despite the bruises, despite the pain. “Then we’ll face that day together. And if you fall, I’ll not go under whithout putting a fight.” You smiled wide.

You felt his arms tighten fully around you. Still trembling with guilt, but he knew better, even if fate had placed you both as natural enemies, he would always choose to be by your side, and do whatever was necessary to keep you alive.