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This man is going to be the death of you.
He was ‘just getting started,’ as he kindly chirped to you moments before the first kiss, soon spiraling into the predicament you’ve found yourself in.
Pushing your bodies together in lustful advances from the hallows of night to the oncoming rise of a morning sun—you lost track of how many climaxes you’ve shared together at this point. You definitely underestimated the extent of his evol abilities, and are reaping what you sow. Every tingle of his evol meant another round of indecent moans and skin melting into one another, losing yourself into the feeling of his body.
And as much as you wanted to hate him for it, you couldn’t deny the euphoria of each pleasurable wave that rolled out of you, and he knew that all too well. He had an even greater satisfaction from it, taking great note in finding all the ways he could wrap you around his finger.
Your breath hitches as his thighs part yours once more like clockwork, pulling you from your reminiscence in the short break you’ve gotten. A familiar weight and warmth danced below your abdomen, pressing against you in ardent need.
With one hand, he wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock, searching for the right angle. A sharp hiss passes through his lips as he pushes his length against your folds, collecting and coating himself in your arousal. Even from the external friction alone, the salacious noises were loud enough to have your ears burning in embarrassment.
“Sylus,” you pant, pressing a hand to his broad chest. “Don't play with me like that, it’s dirty.”
“Dirty?” He practically sneers, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Out of all times, now you want to talk about being dirty?”
Your cheeks feel warm instantly. “Shut up! You know what I mean.”
Your calling goes in from one ear and out the other, with the man too focused on the glistening of your cunt pressing against his body. Each push grazed over your swollen clit, from all the ways he’s treated you up until now. You find yourself subconsciously matching his pace with a subtle push of your hips. A part of you almost wishes to stay in this moment forever. Guilty as charged, but you couldn’t help it—especially when he knows how to make good use of his obscenely large cock. Your needs meet his and his to yours, a scale balanced on a fine truth embedded in raw arousal.
“One more,” Sylus croons, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your decorated neck, where flowers of red and traces of his canines resided. “One more, and I promise we’ll be done.”
“That’s what you said ten minutes ago!”
Unbelievable, really. You bring a curled fist down to land a neat hit across the expanse of his broad chest, cursing the silvery man leaning above you. He let out a more-than-please hum, unaffected by your attack.
Amusement twinkles in his crimson stare. “You seem to be in a rush. Why is that?”
“Last time I checked, there was a full moon outside your window,” you say, bewildered by the passage of time. “And now, the sun is coming up! I have work—Mmph.”
A firm kiss takes place of your lecturing. You find yourself instinctively melting into his lips as he works to swallow your woes entirely. And as you welcome his warmth, a rejuvenating sensation flows through from one muscle to the next. He was doing it again—this bastard.
“Work?” Sylus mutters, parting from your lower lip with a playful tug. “It’s the weekend.”
“Not all of us are huge organization leaders with free time on their hands.” You roll your eyes at his indifference. “When work calls, I have to answer. Even when it’s on the weekend. You never know when another Wanderer, or Metaflux fluctuation could appear, and then-”
He presses another kiss to your cheek amidst the rambling. “Oh, how cute. You’re such a dedicated and righteous little Deepspace Hunter.”
“Thank you,” you huff, putting a lid on your complaints. “I keep Linkon City safe, both on and off the clock.”
Ironic, especially when you’re sharing a bed with the infamous leader of the N109 Zone. Wanted by your Association, no less, and whoever placed that pretty bounty on his head.
“But you’re not in Linkon right now,” he murmurs, leaning in to fan his warm breath over the shell of your ear. “Your place is here with me, on my cock.”
You feel the air being punched out of you as his girth slides past your needy entrance, the curved head stretching your walls in greeting. It’s as if he grows thicker with every new instance. Your nails dig into the meat of his shoulder blades, drawing him closer. He pushes through until the base of his length meets your skin. The slick of your arousal eases him further and keeping him locked in as he let out a low groan.
“You’re so greedy, swallowing me up so easily,” he snickers, leaning away from your flushed chest. “And yet you want to leave for work? Odd.”
He lifts your pliable thighs and wraps them securely around his waist. The rest of your body lies on the bed, exposed and vulnerable underneath, but all the more for him to admire.
Another raspy sound bubbles from his throat as his eyes trail to a particular bump amidst the plush of your abdomen. His hand moves to lightly linger over the evident sight of what seemed to be his cock. An experimental thrust proves him right, and he nearly comes from the way your body reacts. Perfection.
“Oh, fuck. What a pretty thing you are. Taking me in so well,” Sylus purrs, splaying his hand across the bulge and pressing down with another tentative thrust. His eyes rolled back in delight, hips grinding into the same spot again and again, relishing the feeling.
You whimper, feeling his head kiss the deepest parts of you. The burn is sweet and numbing all at once—how is this possible? You reach an arm forward, only going as far as to smack the muscle beneath his belly button. “Ah, you… what is this—!”
He snatches your hand, bringing it to his lips and biting the plump of your palm firmly. His tongue flattens against the sore skin, licking an upward stride before securing his fingers around your wrist, pressing it back into the bedsheets. He keeps you in place, staring down at you with a look that would’ve sent you six feet under.
Sylus comes to a pause, still plugged into your cunt. “Remind me. What did I say?”
While it should’ve been a simple answer, your words come out in a wanton moan, legs shifting almost instinctively. “One more,” you repeat. “One…”
“That’s right,” he says with a groan. His cock rubs against you with another swivel of his hips. This time, he’s kind enough to bring a thumb to your clit and circle at a similar pace. “I never said how it’d start, sweetie.”
Fair, perhaps. But what isn’t fair is how he decides to find leisure in the finale, when all you want is to see the ending credits blissfully. The heels of your feet met towards the dimples of his lower back, with the pressure forcing his actions to momentarily stutter.
You grit your teeth. “Just fuck me already, you asshole.”
Sylus sighs rather pleasantly. “How arrogant.”
That devious smirk reappears on his face, as if it were permanently fixated to his handsome features. His hips jerk into action, feverishly thrusting into your heat, a large hand pushing down whenever his cock moves forward. Your head falls back, sinking into the mattress at the rate he’s moving, overwhelmed by the newfound pressure. He doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon either, stamina at an all-time high and singing praises to you with every curse under his breath.
How you were made for him, so perfect. How you were the only thing he could think of on nights like these, when he would usually be alone. How he would desperately thrust up into his own hand and wish it was you instead. How he wanted to fill you to the brim and made sure that all you knew was him.
Just Sylus. You and him together, two halves made perfectly whole.
You don’t even realize the moment you come, lost in pure ecstasy as you clamp around his relentless and well-endowed length. Coating him further in your arousal, it only encourages Sylus to increase his paces, brows knitted as he chases after his own high.
“Take it for me, yeah? Let me pump you full,” he groans. “Breed my seed into you so well you won’t even bother thinking about anything else.”
His thrusts were becoming sloppier with every passing heartbeat, and you could tell he was close. But even through muddled daze, there was only so much you could take, and it dawned on you when a second wave of your own climax was threatening to take over.
“I can’t…” Salty tears begin to water your vision, and your moans become hiccups in their heightened sensitivity. “I can’t come again, it’s too much—!”
Leaning in, his tongue swipes at one of the rolling teardrops, before placing a heated kiss over your tear-stained cheek. “You can, and you will.”
He takes your hand, placing it firmly over where his cock twitched from within, and you gasp at the feeling. It’s a wonder that your body was still in one piece—you swear that he was practically rearranging you from the inside out for what it was worth.
Before long, his hips stutter and a warm fluid paints your walls as his pleasure takes precedence. He hotly presses his chest to your own, somehow driving deeper into your overwhelmed cunt—and you find yourself spilling all over again, cries of his name leaving your lips in turn. You hold him just as tightly to your person, clawing at his skin for the pleasure that flows between yourselves
Out of all the orgasms you’ve shared up to this point, you never felt so intimately attached to him until now. Streams of his hot seed continue to fill you full, your breathless moans mixing together before he seals them with an attempt of a kiss. Hot and airy, those moist lips pepper themselves against your skin, offering you some form of calm following the storm.
You think you’ve ascended, or maybe descended, depending on who you were talking to. A simultaneous heaven and hell—that’s what this is. Your hold on him weakens, limbs tirelessly falling to your sides as you catch your breath.
When Sylus finally parts from you, it leaves you momentarily stunned. A generous coating of cloudy white covers his length, and soon after flows from your weeping cunt. It soils the sheets below, obscenely so, and pools into a uniformed mess. As if it was instinct, he trails a finger to the entrance and plugs it, carefully returning the spills to where they rightfully belong.
“Ah,” you whine, swatting at his arm. “Don’t do that.”
“You’re dripping,” he comments. He adds a second finger and slowly scissors your combined essences. Your thighs twitch at the touch. “I’m making sure none of this goes to waste.”
You breathe a meaningless insult. “Asshole.”
“Yeah?” There’s a laugh in his voice. “You want to repeat that for me?”
His face finds itself settled between your legs, peering at you and just inches away from your leaking warmth. He blows a teasing gust of air over your sensitive folds, and you groan in turn.
Sliding your forearms to prop yourself upward, you glare at the man who’s all-too-happy to be where he is. A realization dawns a bit too late. “No more! You said just one. Don’t you dare think of—Oh, fuck you!”
The tip of Sylus’s tongue works faster than your chastising. A single trail of the muscle takes in the stickiness your bodies have left behind. His nose nudges against the upper half of your cunt, the slight bump of his bridge sending tingles down your spine.
“I already did,” he snorts. “This is just the clean-up.”
Messily and energetically so, Sylus plunges his tongue into your entrance. His hum is lost to the warmth, lapping away as though he’s been parched all night. With practiced ease, he manages to slip a finger amidst the ceaseless licking. He searches, pressing against your walls until he finds your sweet spot—all affirmed instance your hips buck and thighs nearly squash his head between them.
“Right there! Yes, yes, yes,” you pant out, words slurring together to your labored breaths.
Your fingers lace between his fine tufts of silvery moonlight, tugging firmly when you feel a familiar coil unravel within yourself. He lets out another throaty groan, the slits of his crimson gaze barely meeting yours before squeezing shut, enjoying the added tinge of pain.
Like a wall of bricks, your release shakes your body entirely. You could feel him smiling against your cunt—the audacity of it too, as he works to gingerly consume everything you’ve given him. His jaw slackens and an obscene slurp fills the room. A sign of his hunger and of your undoing, it brings you to your senses then. Sylus only and finally pulls away with a particularly strong pull of your hand, staring up at you with slight displeasure.
“I was in the middle of something, you know,” he says after a swallow. “And could’ve kept going, too.”
Though, the velvet in his tone does little to distract you from the fact that he was glistening. To the plush of his lips down to the edge of his chin, he’s covered in your new release and his saliva alike. A whisper of temptation inches into your subconscious, and you have to swallow to keep your wits about you.
“That’s cheating,” you tell him.
You card through his hair once more, before going to cup his jaw. You swipe a thumb over his moistened lips, pressing down on the middle as you admire the beast before you. “And you got way more than what you bargained for. Rein it in, big guy.”
“Mm.” He cheekily takes your thumb into his mouth, effectively sucking clean any of the remains on his lips. One of his canines nip the pad of your skin. “Pardon my greed, sweetie.”
Even when you pull away in slight surprise, his gaze is steadfast, rising to close the distance between your faces. You took a deep inhale, inviting the scent of your arousal and his own, dangerously sweet and enticing. A familiar tingle courses through your body, and you feel as good as new—
Well, shit. You hope you can squeeze in a last-minute sick call to work after this.
Sylus only offers you a mirthful grin, as if he already knows what your future self has to unfold. The weight of his cock taps against your abdomen once more.
“So what of it? Are you going to take this opportunity to avenge yourself?”