you give as good as you get.

The only certain thing about your relationship with Sebastian Sallow was how uncertain its future was.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Merlin knows, the two of you were positively obsessed with each other. And if one thing was clear about Sebastian Sallow, it was that he’d fight like hell to keep people in his life if he loved them.

That became painfully evident when he murdered his own uncle in an effort to save his sister from the curse that was draining the life from her. But it drained you, too.

Of course, you kept your mouth shut; didn’t say a word as you helped Sebastian pick up the pieces following Solomon’s death and Anne’s departure for London as she cut him from her life. You stayed silent as you watched him descend deeper into whatever darkness still managed to cloud his senses. You were mum as you watched it tear him apart. It tore you apart, too.

Still, despite warnings from your friends and your own better judgment, you stayed. The reason was as simple as it was complex: you loved him. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you were quietly waiting on Sebastian to set you free.

At first, you indulged the naive and childish delusion that love would be enough to maintain your relationship. You told yourself your support was enough; that you’d fix him, no matter how small the fragments of his soul became. Eventually, it became clear those fragments were shredding you apart, too; broken glass that Sebastian had laid out in your path as he expected you to cross them with bare feet.

Still, you tried. You lunged forward with gritted teeth and pretended the pain wasn’t slicing you open. Sebastian knew it was.

The clash of blind optimism and dark desperation drove Sebastian to the tipping point; a paper-thin ledge that threatened to send him tumbling to his demise with a mere whisper of wind. You fought tooth and nail to keep him steady, but he pulled and pulled, until your fingertips ached from their grip. The events of your fifth year and that damn relic weren’t enough of a lesson for Sebastian. He had to keep pushing, insistent that a cure for Anne was still within reach. He continued to grasp for a miracle, even as everyone else in his life loosened theirs.

Except you. You held on tighter. You covered for Sebastian when everyone else wanted to turn him for his ultimate sin. You seized that opportunity to become his savior; the one person he’d have to love unconditionally after what you’d done for him. It was your gravest mistake.

You thought you could make yourself inimitable to Sebastian, could be his one and only guiding light; instead, he took you for granted and used your blind devotion to manipulate you. But he did love you – he simply loved the chase of the unknown more. That was your fatal flaw: you were a constant in the life of a man who sought uncharted answers.

That’s how you ended up here: sprawled atop crumpled bedsheets, eyes red and glassy, cheeks stained with your own tears, chest heaving through oppressive sobs. 

Sebastian had just revealed his plans to leave for six weeks in pursuit of another potential cure for Anne’s curse. This one was hundreds of miles east, undoubtedly with another cabal of dark wizards who swore they could lead Sebastian to the answers he sought; nevermind the inevitable pound of flesh he’d be forced to pay regardless.

And nevermind the fact Anne hadn’t spoken to Sebastian in years. Nevermind the fact she could be dead, for all you knew. Nevermind the fact Sebastian had gotten away with Solomon’s murder and should’ve quit while he was ahead. And nevermind the fact he could’ve had it all – a wife, a career, a chance at a fulfilling life free from the pain of his past.

It resulted in a screaming match, your ancient magic boiling beneath your skin. That’s what led to this moment, with you, slumped over in desolate defeat.

Sebastian hushes you; it’s his attempt at being soft and gentle. You know what happens next. It’s the same thing he always does when he wants to smooth over whatever ripple he’s created. You fight, you fuck and then you forgive. You don’t forget, though.

Sebastian’s already pushing the hem of your dress upward, balling the billowy fabric in his fists as he exposes you. You kick your legs in faux protest. He knows better. You don’t mean it. You merely pretend to be disgusted by him for the sake of appearances. But Sebastian has always seen beyond your veil.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he murmurs against the hot flesh of your thigh before he places a series of kisses there. “I’ll make it up to you. Just lie still. You’re so perfect.”

“Fuck off, Sebastian,” you protest, though your body language does nothing to suggest any validity behind your words. Instead, your knees fall even further apart, as if they, too, know better.

Soon, Sebastian is peeling away your undergarments until they float to the floor, forgotten, much like your judgement. Sensibility is a moot point when Sebastian Sallow is situated between your thighs.

He moves with vigor and intent, his entire mouth making contact with your cunt. You cry out in relief, your heels already digging downward into the mattress. Sebastian hooks his arms around your thighs to tug your closer, his tongue pressed hungrily against your clit.

“You taste so fucking good, darling,” he murmurs, and you damn near smack him for the momentary lapse in contact with your flesh. But his mouth quickly makes up for it, his lips gently sucking against your cunt, desperately to pull an orgasm from you – and to remove all anger. 

You moan as Sebastian’s tongue finds its favorite pace, dragging against your clit over and over until you’re whimpering at an octave that would put a world-renowned vocalist to shame. 

Your release is inching near the surface, bubbling hot with the searing relief you need. 

You fist Sebastian’s hair and your back arches off the bed in desperation. You grind your hips upward, but Sebastian uses his forearm to pin you back down to the mattress. You try again, your hips fighting to lift upward, but Sebastian merely smirks against your cunt as he holds you down. 

Sebastian bucks his hips into the mattress. He loves your resistance. It makes his cock twitch and pupils dilate. But this isn’t about him. This is about you -- and making you forget why you’re angry enough to kill him.

Your chest heaves and your eyes clamp shut as you will your release to start. It’s so close, you can feel the heat rising to the surface. Sebastian’s tongue prods until the obscene sound exposes your wet approval. You feel his tongue roll and twitch against your clit until you cry out, your orgasm coursing over your cunt in sharp pulses.

Sebastian doesn’t stop. He groans against your soaked entrance and continues until your frame slackens, your muscles weak and bones useless. 

When he finally takes a moment to look up at you, he smirks, his lips glistening and his eyes glimmering. You blink back with tired, glassy eyes, your hair plastered to your flushed face.

But Sebastian is already removing his trousers, and before you can catch your breath, his cock is out. He strokes it as he gazes at you, already hard and ready to ruin you.

“I’ll make you feel so good, love,” he says as he crawls over you. “I won’t stop until your body is too tired to come anymore.”

He takes a moment to kiss your neck; another attempt at something tender before he helps you out of your dress. He smirks at the sight of your nude form and takes a moment to admire you. But before he can whisper any more sweet nothings, you can feel his cock prodding your wet folds. He squeezes the tops of your thighs as he presses into you. 

“Fucking hell,” he breathes. He pauses to admire the way your walls have to stretch to accommodate him, slowly admitting him regardless of the number of times he’s been there before. He eyes the place where you’re united and licks his lips, aroused by the vision of your swollen cunt swallowing his cock.

His hips snap forward and force a moan from you. The sensation of Sebastian’s cock filling you entirely is dizzying; you can’t believe how stretched you feel. It sends a faint twitch through your walls, indicating their readiness for another release.

Sebastian sets a steady pace, slower than you prefer but you know it’s all part of his master plan. He loves to start slow, make you come, and then quicken his rhythm to force another orgasm from you before you can recover from the previous one. It leaves you cloudy in the head, incapable of any coherent thoughts. It saves him from your wrath and any consequences. You'll forget why you were upset with him in the first place.

Even in your most intimate moments, Sebastian manipulates you.

“That’s it,” Sebastian groans after a firm thrust. “You take me so perfectly, doll. Told you I’d make you feel good.”

You inhale sharply when he presses a thumb to your clit. You fear the pressure’s too much for such a sensitive spot, but as Sebastian continues to drive his cock into you, the familiar ache deepens within your core. You feel it swelling within your walls and clit, threatening to render you senseless.

“Feel that?” Sebastian pants during a deliberate thrust. “That’s how much I love you, darling.”

Your pitiful, submissive whimpers soon give way to the sounds of slapping skin. It’s loud and crude, yet feels strangely confidential – a cadence meant for your ears only. 

“Come on now, don’t hold out on me,” Sebastian coos. The curve between his thumb and index finger meets your throat with a gentle squeeze. You hum in response. “Let’s see how good you come for me.”

Your teeth are gnawing at your bottom lip now. They threaten to draw blood, although you’re certain all of the blood has left your head with Sebastian’s hand still on your throat. He times a gentle squeeze with a firm thrust and it knocks the wind from your lungs in sync with your orgasm. Your vision blackens and you wheeze as you come hard, your walls throbbing around Sebastian’s cock.

He relishes the feeling -- the vision -- of you falling apart beneath him, submissive and controlled by his cock.

When the room tilts back into view, Sebastian is peering down at you with pride. He flashes his canines at you, his cock still buried fully inside you.

“Good girl,” he says. “You’re so fucking stunning when you fall apart like that.” He leans downward to kiss you, deep, slow and sweet. You feel his sweat dripping onto your chest. “Let’s do it again, yeah?”

You’re exhausted and utterly spent. But even when he’s left you speechless and ruined, Sebastian knows you’ll always give in to him.

“Let’s turn you over,” Sebastian says. It’s more of an order than a request.

You roll over onto your stomach, your head still hazy as Sebastian presses a trail of kisses from the nape of your neck to the small of your back. He straddles your thighs and you feel the tip of his cock parting your entrance. You exhale as he sinks inside your cunt again, your clenching walls welcoming the return of his cock.

“Such a greedy girl,” Sebastian drawls as he holds himself at the hilt, feeling the gentle grasp of your twitching walls. “Ready to come again already.” He bucks his hips and you whine at the pressure as his cock spears your core. He returns to a consistent pace, driving deep toward your center. You moan when he reaches for a fistful of your hair, tugging until your eyes water and your chest lifts off the bed. The popping sound of Sebastian pounding against your ass rivals the scraping of the bed over the floorboards.

Everything feels exceptionally sensitive now; your thighs are slick from your previous orgasms, your scalp tingles as Sebastian grips your hair, your lips are raw from your grating teeth. But your cunt is still screaming for more, more, more.

Sebastian releases your hair and you flop forward, face first. You don’t bother to move, your right cheek resting against the mattress as Sebastian fucks you harder. He grabs a fistful of your ass, groaning as he watches the skin ripple with every thrust. 

His movements become erratic, a sign he’s spiraling toward his cliff. But you know he won’t give in until he claims you one more time. It’s his favorite game to play with you.

He pumps into you so hard, your moans become rhythmic howls; sharp staccatos articulated by every snap of his hips. The crescendo builds inside you, tightening the grip of your walls as they coax their final reward.

Finally, Sebastian is gripping both your hips so hard, he pulls you to your knees, your face still pressed to the bed. He repositions himself behind you and slams back inside you, driving his cock upward into your plush sweet spot. You choke out a cry – it’s both a plea and a warning for your final climax.

“You’re so close,” Sebastian groans. “I can feel it.”

He sets a brutal pace, pounding quickly inside your cunt, his fingers pressed firmly into the flesh of your hips. You rock your own hips backward, meeting him mid-thrust. The pressure is maddening as it peaks and spills over, sending your walls fluttering as you finish.

You unleash a wail as it jolts through you with enough force to make your legs quiver. Sebastian swears loudly at the sensation, the vibrations finally prompting his own completion. He grunts as he spurts inside you and yanks your hips firmly against his to hold you flush until he’s empty and sure he's filled you up.

Sebastian slumps over your spent body. You both fight to catch your breath, the cool room re-announcing itself as it meets your hot skin. 

“Fucking brilliant,” Sebastian finally says as he removes himself from you. You immediately feel empty and long to feel his intrusion again. He sits back on his heels, eyeing his release as it drips from you and stains the bedsheets. The vulgarity of it all thrills him, but this time, the adrenaline clashes with unfamiliar melancholy.

Sebastian spots the sadness in your eyes. It’s new and different from the sorrow he’s seen before. There’s no reluctance, just submission.

He realizes you’ve finally accepted that your love isn’t enough to save him.

But even as he detects it, feels it settling between you, he can’t acknowledge it. He won’t face it yet. He can’t accept that you’ve finally lost faith in him, because it means you’re capable of doubt. And your blind devotion has always made you perfect in his eyes.