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Eduard the Werewolf

Female Reader x Male Werewolf

A New Start - Cute Dog - Protective - Abusive Ex Boyfriend - Cabin Romance

Much like childhood the cabin faded away and became used as frequently as the Birthday Barbie doll on your shelf still left in her box. Talks of another big vacation to that cabin always came up around Thanksgiving when the family was all together again at Grandma’s place. But that’s all it ever was, talk.

Talks of turning it in a Air BNB always quickly went nowhere. Arguments over who would get the money when so many siblings owned it devolved into aggravated comments followed by the eventual mending with cherished memories. The cabin was loved, but it was also ignored.

Then you met your boyfriend and that’s when things fell apart for you. He was always clingy, needy, but you enjoyed that sort of affection. What you didn’t see at first was the possessiveness, the things he did behind your back to alienate people from you. Things boiled over and you no longer felt safe. The breakup started a chain reaction for years you couldn’t imagine.

“Take the cabin for now while things quiet down,” your father told you. “He doesn’t know about it does he?”

You shook your head. “I just told him we used to camping a lot.”

You dad and uncles went ahead to prepare the cabin for you, meanwhile your mom and aunts got you ready for the move. Your cousins joined in too. You hated the family joining together for the cabin to be like this.

You were eventually left at the cabin to hide, to heal, and to hopefully wait out the storm. In the time since the whole family used to use the cabin, the world had grown around it, and you now had a few neighbors close by, ones your family had made contact with to sell parcels of land and such. They were aware of the situation and of the trail cams that would be set up around the cabin.

Your parent’s stayed with you the first couple of nights, but then went home. You were alone, and it was a strange relief. No one but your family knew where you were, and they were never gonna tell your ex a thing about your whereabouts.

One afternoon as you were settled, you saw on the security feed a Jeep pull up the driveway. You didn’t recognize it, so you switched to another feed to see the Jeep park outside and a man step out. He was tall, rugged, built like a bear, and then, he took a cane from the Jeep, using it to walk up the path. Behind him a monster of a dog hopped out. The dog was scruffy and black, slim with long legs. It instantly began sniffing around the yard.

You peered out the window, watching him as he came onto the porch. He caught you spying and you shrunk down.

“Hello there!” He called. “I’m Ed, I live in the log cabin down yonder.” He pointed down the driveway.

You opened the window. “Oh, hi,” you said unsurely. Your eyes dart to the dog who is heading to the small stream before the cabin.

He smiled, his dark beard and hair set off his amazingly green eyes. “I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re settling in well.”

“I suppose,” you murmured.

“I know I can say this all I want, but no need to be nervous around me. Just wanted to check up on you. Oh-” He gasped, turning his head back towards his Jeep. He walked back to it, taking out a rather large basket. “I have a shit ton of blackberries around my place, and if you see any honey bees don’t fret, they’re mine. They may pop down here for the azalea bushes.” He held up the basket to the window, showing off the most blackberries you had ever seen along with two jars of deep gold honey and two jars of nearly black preserves.

“You’re a beekeeper?” You asked.

Ed chuckled. “It’s easy enough for me to do on this bum leg,” he said. “I make preserves too with some of the local foliage. Easy to do with so many blackberries. Thanks to the birds I get more and more each year.”

You went to the door in order to take the basket. “Thank you. This will be a treat.” You smiled, but it was an awkward one.

“If you need any more, just let me know. Can always hop along that path there.” he pointed to a path you knew quite well. You and your cousins had made it over many vacations, going up to what you called your ‘wolf holler’, which was actually a large rock you’d take turns pretending to be wolves on.

“Go past the huge rock and I’m just a few steps over the hill.”

You gasped. “The rock is still there?”

He seemed surprised. “Yeah. The big one that looks like a cliff?”

You smiled brightly, having been worried it was pulled up to make way for the few houses there now. “My cousins and I used to play on it. We would act like wolves.” You became instantly embarrassed.

Ed threw his head back with a laugh. “You did it in the right place! Down the road from here is the wolf sanctuary.”

You thought back on a childhood’s worth of playing in these woods. “Wait, so there are actual wolves in these woods?”

He smirked. “Of course. The sanctuary is in Hearthway Hollow.”

“Oh.” You decided to let your near brushes with ‘Wild Animal Attacks’ fade away. “We used to go there to all the little shops.”

“It’s grown since then. You would be surprised.” Ed fidgeted with the head of his cane. “You should venture down there one day.”

“Maybe,” you murmured.

He sighed. “If you need protection I can lend you Hank.”

“Hank?”

The massive dog suddenly leapt up onto the porch.

“Aw Hank!” Ed snapped. “You’re fucking muddy!”

The dog was grinning ear to ear, prancing around happily like a puppy.

Rolling his eyes, Ed turned back to you. “Irish wolfhound,” he grumbled. “When I got him they told me he was a terrier. But he’s a good guard dog, and he loves walking around town if you ever want to go.”

Actually, that would make you feel better. “Thank you. That’s sweet.”

After that encounter, you would find Hank in your yard often. He made himself at home, prancing around the porch, even making himself comfortable inside. Ed would always come to fetch him. He would wait outside until Hank would leave, and then the cycle would continue.

Eventually, you were comfortable enough to invite Ed inside. He would stay for coffee or tea. You would sometimes make cookies for his arrival. One time a blackberry crumble with all the blackberries he gave.

His company was nice. You didn’t have this itching feeling around him that you were going to say something wrong, or be taken the wrong way. Ed was sweet, even a little shy.

The visits started to become longer each time he came to get Hank. Sometimes he even came to visit without Hank.

In time, you opened up to him and told him about your ex. How possessive he was. How he locked you in his apartment.

“Geez,” Ed shook his head, his bright eyes going distant. “I don’t know what to say about that, other than I’m sorry.”

You shrugged. “Luckily I was able to get out. His neighbor called the cops.” You fidgeted with the warm mug sitting before you. “But uh…”

“We don’t have to keep talking about it if you don’t want to.” Ed put his hand around yours and something jolted through your system.

You smiled, unsure how to process that tingling, flowering sensation growing from your hand to your chest. “It’s been a rough couple of years for sure. Lots to tell.”

He nodded. “I’m sure.” Thankfully, he wasn’t pulling his hand away. “I’ve had a tricky few years myself. Nothing like what you’ve gone through. But this leg has been trying to leave my body.”

You were pleased with the change of subject, but also intrigued by it. “Oh god, what does that mean?”

Ed laughed, giving off that handsome smile of his. “Got some melanoma at first. Then an infection. Then I had to get my hip replaced.”

“Oh!” You were shocked.

“Then knee surgery.”

“You’re still going!”

He laughed again, loud and entertained. “I told you it kept trying to leave me.” His smile softened and his eyes became distant. “I used to love showing off my legs. Used to be a lifeguard, worked out, all that nonsense,” he scoffed. “Now, this thing is all scarred up. The other leg sacrificed some flesh to save the other. So I’m a bit Frankenstiend together.”

“I love Frabkenstien!” You blurted out.

Ed’s expression was surprised, his cheeks ruddy under his beard.

You had to clean this up. Quick! “I mean-” You blinked a few times. “Not the doctor, the monster. He’s not even called Frankenstien. I mean-” What the hell did you mean? “You’re not a monster, I’m not trying to-” You scoffed and put your hands to your face. “I like the old movie!”

Ed was trying to keep from chuckling. “That’s sweet, at least I’m guessing that’s what you’re intending to be.”

You pouted a bit. “It’s strange being around men again,” you admitted. “It’s been a while since I dated and all.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh, so this is date?”

You could have been engulfed in flames and wouldn’t have noticed from how red hot your face got. You vermouth hung open and you tried to escape this.

“It’s okay,” Ed said with a calming tone. “I’m teasing. Hopeful. But teasing.”

That didn’t help you to relax. “I wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t like you. I mean, I trust you, and I-”

Ed put his hand over yours again, holding it, and you were put at ease. You held his hand back, squeezing so you hoped the gentle touch would send the message back.

His body was massive over yours, warm, hairy. His belly was soft but there was muscle behind it. The moon was full above you, the rock was pressed against your back. When Ed stared into your eyes there was dark hair encompassing his face. His green eyes shone through, and a howl ripped from his chest into the night air.

You woke up alarmed, sweaty on your brow and wet between your thighs. You sighed heavily, stretching out along the old bed and kicking off the blankets to cool down. Maybe your dad could bring an air conditioner next time they visited.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a sex dream. Hell, you could barely remember the last time you were so aroused. It was a shock to the system, your brain. How were you supposed to cope with this all encompassing passion flowing through you?

“Woof!”

Ah, Hank was there.

“It’s too early in the gotdang morning for this, Hank!”

You sat up like a bolt. Ed was here!

“She ain’t even up, you crazy goof.”

You rushed to the front door, throwing it open to see shirtless Ed trying to wrestle Hank to the car. He was only in his pajama bottoms and a pair of work boots.

You both locked eyes on one another.

“Breakfast?” You asked.

Shyly, Ed set Hank down and ran his fingers through his thick, black hair. “Sorry about that. Hank thinks he owns this place now.”

You smiled shyly. “That’s okay. I don’t mind letting him think that.” You stepped aside in the doorway. “Have you had anything this morning?”

“Ain’t even had my coffee,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Good, then I’ll get a pot going.” You waved him inside, walking into the kitchen, aware that you were just wearing an oversized t-shirt.

Ed came into the kitchen, standing there awkwardly, trying to cover his chest with his burly arms. He was chubby, but built.

“I like a touch of sugar in the morning,” he said.

“Okay.” You were putting grounds into the filter. “I have eggs and maybe a little sausage. I could make a breakfast sandwich. If I get some potatoes I could do some home fries, but it would take a while.”

“I’m not going to be choosy. I sort of burst in.”

You turned the coffee pot on. It had existed at this cabin as long as your folks had owned it and it still worked better than the one you had at home. You were watching the coffee drip into the pot when a warmth came up behind you. The hair on the back of your neck bristled, but not from fear. You looked back as Ed set a mug down. You leaned into his outstretched arm, easing back against his chest. He was so warm!

His hand touched your arm, grazing up then back down. You realized you were holding your breath and you let out a slight whimper.

Ed whispered your name into your ear as his hand touched your thigh.

You nodded, silent, waiting.

His hand went under your shirt, touching your belly, your side, cupping your breast. Your nippled responded eagerly, pressing into his palm.

“Are you okay?” He murmured against your ear.

Your panties were holding back a flood. “Mm-hmm.”

“Good. I don’t want to scare you.” Ed’s lips pressed against the back of your neck, trailing down to your exposed shoulder. He pressed tighter into your, grasping you in his strong arms. “I want to make you feel good.”

You let out a relieved cry, molding to his touch, his lips. He was biting your neck now, moaning, rutting into your hip.

That can’t be his cock, you thought. It’s huge! You rubbed your hip more against it, trying to feel it out, but he moved back slightly. Taking his cock just out of reach.

His fingers found their way between your soft thighs, pressing against the wet spot that was growing.

“I knew I smelled you,” he snarled into your ear. “That heat.” His fingers slid into your underwear, pressing against your folds to find a water wall. “I need you.”

You nodded. “Me too. I need it. Ed-”

“I care about you,” he whispered. “I’ll keep you safe.” He grabbed you off the ground, carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you upon the bed, yanking off your underwear before looking down upon you.

Were his eyes glowing? No, only a trick of the light.

Ed leaned down over you, kissing you softly. His hands cupped your face, holding you like you were delicate and fragile. It was a relief to be touched rather than held, rather than pushed. He was letting you flow and fit into what was comfortable.

He pulled back, brushing his hair away from his face to gaze back into your eyes. “Should I stop?” He whispered.

You shook your head, grabbing hold of him. “No. Don’t.” You then smoothed your hands down his chest, he was so warm, so furry. “Please, keep going.”

A soft smile took over his expression. “I’ll be gentle.” He pushed up your shirt to place kisses on your chest. He kissed your nipple, taking it into his mouth to tease it.

What was this that was riveting your body? It was different. It was new!

Ed bit slightly.

Whatever this was, you didn’t want it to end.

Ed kissed down your belly, he kissed your hips, your thighs. Moving between them until his kisses touched your clit, between your mound. You lost your breath as he started licking, kissing harder. Then his fingers, those thick strong fingers used to plucking berries gently from the vines. They teased your folds, rubbing your vulva. One finger slipped inside, curling, swirling slowly. You were losing your mind, but in the good way. The happy way.

Another finger was added, swirling, curling. They hit that spot inside you oh so perfectly. Swirling, swirling, harder, harder, faster, more, more more. You gasped for breath, unable to think of anything else but his fingers inside you and on your clit. More. More. More!

“That’s it, cum for me.”

How did he know?

“Cum for me, good girl,” his voice was a gentle command. It urged you forward, pulling you close and holding you in a comforting embrace. The crescendo was so strong, so powerful, you had never experienced a building like this. This part had always been a disappointment, a means to an end. But this! This-

There it was, relief, release. Your soul was comforted, fulfilled, even eased into a security you hadn’t had in ages. You were sweaty, breathless, panting against the bed. He was still kissing, licking, taunting your throbbing loin until he rose back up, wiping your dew from his beard.

“You’re delicious. I could go for seconds.”

How could you form the words to tell him you hadn’t orgasmed like that before. You wanted to ask him his secret, but you were far too melted to say or think anything.

Ed laid down beside you, kissing your hand and arm, your cheek.

Wait, was he not going to continue?

“Not yet.” Could he read your mind too? “We will. Just not yet.”

You looked into those stunning green eyes, wondering if they were, in fact, glowing still. You smiled, relieved but also wanting to feel him deep inside you more.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll wait for the rest of you.”

He kissed you again, holding your face in his large palm. Whatever his reason was to wait, you would respect that. You wanted to know more and more about him. You wanted him to be there.

Sometime later, there came a wind storm that was ripping through the mountain. You stayed inside, trying to keep falling tree limbs and other things out of your head. The power flickered occasionally, and every so often you checked on the cameras. But due to the storm, they were loading and having a tough time.

You were about to try and get some sleep when you heard barking at your door. You peered out, seeing Hank was standing on the door, barking into the wood.

“What the heck are you doing?” You snapped at him. “What if a tree fell and crushed you?” You scolded him as he ran inside. He then stood at the door, watching it with intense eyes.

“Hank, I’m fine. It’s just a storm. Ed must be freaking out!” You huffed, already calling Ed. It rang, but Ed never answered. You watched Hank for a moment, worried something happened at Ed’s house. But Hank was watching the door so intently, it was like he was waiting on someone to come in. Maybe Ed wasn’t too far behind.

After that, Hank followed you around. He rested upon the foot of your bed when you tried to sleep, he followed you to the bathroom and guarded the door.When you got up to get some water he went and stood by the front door all over again.

You tried Ed a couple of more times, staying up out of concern. You then noticed the security and trail cameras were back online and they were detecting motion. Thinking it was the storm, you checked and on one camera saw a massive, hulking creature. You gasped, almost dropping your phone.

The creature was all black, hunched over the ground. Its eyes glowed brightly in the dark. It looked like a wolf, but there was no way that could be a wolf.

Hank’s tail started wagging and he stood before the door again.

You watched the camera intently as the creature stalked the grounds, appearing before different cameras, sniffing, turning its head this way and that before moving on.

You woke up on the sofa, phone still clutched in your hand and Hank staring over you. He broke into a smile as you arose, licking your face. You struggled against his affections, trying to get the great dog off you until there was a knock at the door.

“Hello? It’s just me,” Ed announced. “Is Hank here?”

Hank barked loudly and finally allowed you up. “Yes!” You echoed Hank’s answer. You got to the door, opening it for Ed. “He’s been here all night.”

“Good,” Ed sighed, setting his cane at the door. “I left him at the house last night while I was out.”

You furrowed your brow. “Out? In that weather?”

Making himself at home, Ed went and started making coffee. “I was making sure the beehives were okay.”

“Oh right,” you murmured. “Was everything okay?” You stopped and noticed there were some weird stains on his cane.

“Oh yeah! Peachy. But I got terrified when I noticed Hank wasn’t home.” He turned with coffee mugs in his hands, and you saw there were some marks on his knuckles and a few bruises on his arms.

“Did the storm give you a fight?”

Ed looked at his knuckles and laughed, trying to cover them. “Yeah! There was some struggle with the tarps. I got hit by the ropes quite a bit.”

You nodded. “Well, as long as you are okay.” You then sighed heavily. “I had a very weird night.”

“Oh?”

You stood beside him in the kitchen. “Yeah. First Hank showed up, and when I couldn’t get ahold of you worried. Then I saw something on the trail cams.”

Ed stiffened. “Like what?”

You took out your phone, showing him one of the captured videos. “Is this the type of wolf Hearthway Hollow is known for?”

His jaw was stiff and eyes were a bit intense. “That is a big one.”

“No way!” You huffed, staring back at the screen. “That can’t be a wolf.”

“Type of wolf.”

You glared at Ed as your phone rang. It was your dad. “One sec,” you excused yourself, stepping around the table. “Good morning, dad,” you said cheerfully.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he sounded breathless, shocked.

“Is everything okay?”

“He’s gone, sweetie,” his tone was shaky, unsure if he should be shocked or glad. “They found him last night, in a river near Asheville.”

Your heart began pounding.

“Was there a storm near you yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Wait, how did you find this out?”

“His folks contacted me.” Your dad then began the long story of his morning and what your ex’s parents had told him.

After you got off the phone, you sat there stunned at the kitchen table. It was a strange thing to process. Were you happy? Relieved? Sad even? You weren’t sure, but there was a clam surrounding you.

Ed’s large, warm hand rested upon your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “My stalker died last night. They think we was trying to look for me.” You sniffled and swallowed the tightness in your throat down. “They found his body in a river near Asheville. Dad thinks he tried to fight the storm last night.” You looked up at Ed. “They said it looked like he’d been bitten by a dog too.”

Ed nodded. “You must be relieved.”

“I think so. It’s been so long…” You sniffled again. “I’m not really sure what to feel right now.”

His hand squeezed and kneaded into your shoulder. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.” He took a deep breath. “I want to show you something.”

You watched him step around you, moving aside dining chairs to there was space. He took off his shirt. “This is why I wanted to hold off. On us.” He looked into your eyes, and you thought they were glowing again. His hair seemed to be growing. His beard too. You looked down his arm to see his body hair was also growing thicker. His jaw snapped, changed shape. His frame hunched over and he braced against the kitchen island. A tail began wagging from behind him.

“Ed?” Your voice cracked.

A hulking, dark creature stood before you. It had wolf like features, but Ed’s unmistakeable green eyes were set upon the face.

“You see I-” Ed’s voice came out as the creature grasped at its chest. “I’m a werewolf.”

A shocked laugh escaped your mouth.

The werewolf’s head tilted. “It’s still me. And everything that is me is drawn to you. The man you got to know, the beast that stands before you now. He’s yours, from the moment I met you I knew it was fate.”

“Fate,” you chuckled from nervousness again. You cupped your hand around your mouth to stop.

“I know it’s a lot to take it.”

You nodded, standing up and cautiously approaching him. You touched him, running your fingers through the fur to reach his body. You smoothed your hand up his chest and his pulse was going hard against your fingertips.

“This can’t be real,” you whispered.

Ed took hold of your hand. “This isn’t a dream. I promise.”

You were still slack jawed, stunned. So much was happening you weren’t sure how to act, what to feel.

“My parents are coming up tomorrow.” Your voice cracked again.

He tilted his head.

“So if there’s anything else you’d like to tell me-” your voice faded off.

Ed leaned down, whispering into your ear.

What he said sent shivers through your body which responded to his touch, his movement. You should be freaking out. Werewolves! They were just stories a moment ago. Now, they were real. Ed was real. And he wanted you.

You were bent over the kitchen counter with the werewolf right behind you. Your pajama bottoms were polled around your ankles while the mighty paws of the werewolf clutched around your thighs. He was deep inside you, thrusting, grunting.

He was huge!

“You’re so wet,,” Ed panted. “Still so tight.”

“You’re fucking massive!” You whimpered out, lifting your head slightly. “That cock…it’s stretching me-”

Ed chuckled behind you, grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Just wait. I have more to give you.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your voice down. Him pulling your hair was extremely exciting. This was all happening so fast. No more stalker. Werewolves were real. A werewolf was fucking you. By god, was it the best fuck of your life.

Something pulsed at your entrance, thicker, harder than his cock. His hands gripped tighter.

“Ed?” You whimpered.

“You feel that?” He growled. “It’s my knot. It’s for you, my mate.”

You surged as he pushed more, trying to press it inside. “Knot? Wait! I can only take so much-” your voice drowned out as the knot made way. Massive cock, thick knot. Was he trying to break you?

There was a pop, shift. Everything went quiet for a moment. Ed then snarled out a laugh, stroking and petting your rear. “Good girl. I fit perfectly.”

You shivered, knees shaking, toes hovering off the floor. This was too much! Werewolf cock, werewolf knot. You were dripping onto the floor. It was all too much.

“Did my knot make you cum?” He chuckled.

You groaned, almost drooling.

Ed bent over you, kissing your neck and back, growling deep into your ear. “Shall i do as I please?”

You nodded, a weak moan escaping your lips.

Ed kissed your cheek, your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He pulsed inside, pushing slightly deeper. He pulled back, knot popping out then he shoved it back in again. You cried out, so good, so much!

Sometime later, you woke up in bed, tucked in snuggly. Your loins ached, but everything else was warm, luxurious, heavenly. Did you dream it? No, you never had dreams that good.

The shower was running, Ed was humming as steam spilled from the door. You laid there, staring up the ceiling with stars and sugarplums dancing in your vision.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Werewolves. Can live with that.”

The shower turned off and after a few moments, Ed stepped out, rubbing a towel to his head. “There you are.”

You turned your head to admire him. It was the first time you had seen the scars on his legs, his thighs. Patches of dark hair was missing, color and tone were darker, lighter, purple. You smiled dreamily at him.

“Werewolf, huh?”

He smiled shyly. “Sorry, I got carried away a bit.” He climbed onto the bed beside you, laying down to face you. “Do you have any questions?”

You leaned in close to him, kissing him softly. “Tons. But you sort of fucked my brains out."

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fuzzatnight · 11 days ago

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Silas the Incubus

A strange home owned by an eccentric lady is filled to the brim with all sorts of strange and interesting creatures, rooms, relics, and a handsome butler happy to help.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

A few years ago, during a rather routine art festival in your local town, a strange woman approached you. She bought everything in your booth, and handed you her card so you could schedule a meeting. The woman was Lady St. Clair, a wealthy aristocrat well known for her eccentricities and penchant for causing trouble amongst her own kind.

The meeting was actually a job offer for you. She hired you on as her in house artist and the pay was, to say the least, ludicrous. It would have been insane for you to turn it down, but from all the rumors you had heard, it would also be insane to stay.

You chose the money.

Since then you had lived in her palatial estate, painting her guests, her trophies, her pets, whatever she wanted and whatever you wanted to do. It was actually quite the elegant lifestyle for you, one you never assumed you’d ever see in your life.

“Look at you! Painting so early in the morning.” Lady St. Clair stepped into the ball room where you had your easel set up. “What are you working on?” She leaned over your shoulder and the fluffy feathers upon her robe tickled your ear.

You pointed at the congregation of black cats gathered outside the ceiling to floor glass windows. At first it looked like a dead body laid out there, but closer inspection revealed a large number of black cats.

“Oh they’ve come back!” Lady St. Clair cheered. “Wonderful. I’ll leave you at it then. I’ll send Silas with your morning tea.” She scurried off, giggling and chatting to herself, or perhaps one of the ghosts within the house. She kept several.

Sometime later you heard the hard clacking of Silas’ heels walking across the floor. He set up a small tray table beside you and placed your usual pot of tea and cup upon it.

“Thank you, Silas.” You turned and smiled up at him, seeing he was as stoned faced as ever.

Silas placed a single cube of sugar into your cup then elegantly poured tea over it. “Will that be all this morning, Ms. Artist?”

Silas was, of course, Lady’s head butler and the chief of her staff. He’d been with her for ages from what you could tell. He was tall, and regal, quite possibly the most graceful person you’d ever seen move. His deep red skin was flecked by freckles that shone like gold, which matched his sharp eyes perfectly. He wore glasses with little chains that dangled down against his cheeks, and his dark hair was always slicked back, never a lock out of place.

“Would you be a dear and pose for me today?” You asked.

Silas looked down the bridge of his nose at you. “Afraid that won’t be possible.”

You pouted. “You never want to pose for me Silas, and yet you’re the most beautiful creature within these walls.”

Silas cleared his throat and pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Sugarcoat me all you want, Ms. Artist, but I have given my answer. And it will be the same answer every time you ask, just as it has been before.”

You smiled. “I still like to ask.”

He sighed. “I know you do. Now, aside from that, will the tea be all for you?”

“For now.” You took the cup and sipped. The jasmine tea was still quite hot, just the way you liked it. “Thank you, Silas.”

He bowed his head, then turned on his stiletto heel, clacking across the floor in a pleasant rhythm.

Silas was another one of Lady’s discoveries. Although you hadn’t heard the full story, you knew Silas was an incubus and had been held in the home of one of Lady’s former friends. Apparently there had been a fight and Lady won, but you didn’t know the rest of the story. Silas was dedicated to Lady and she doted on him. You found his uptightness appealing, as well as his beauty. Ever since you came to the estate, you had longed to paint him. But the idea of it flustered him, so he turned you down more times than you could count.

The mass of black cats spread out like oil as the sun rose, they moved as one and stretched further into the sunlight. They leaked down upon the stairs and moved out towards the garden to lay about in the soft grass and the feet of the stone statues who bent to pet them.

You set your easel and supplies aside, and gathered the teapot and cup to take to the kitchen. Lady’s estate was no minimalist dream house, every inch of wall was covered with something unique and interesting. The halls were never the same twice, thanks to her collections of rescued spirits, gremlins, and other houseguests.

You came across Silas in the hallway. He was bent over, offering various bits of food to the fairy mice who lived in the walls. They gathered around his hand, taking what they wanted and happily dancing about him.

Silas had the softest smile upon his lips, but it faded once he realized you were watching him. “Go along now,” he said to the fairy mice. “I have work to do.” He rose as the fairy mice filed back into the wall and he smoothed his clothing down.

“I’ll take that from you.” He motioned towards the teapot.

“I don’t mind walking down to the kitchen. I can say hello to Agatha.” You noticed one of the fairy mice coming out of his front pocket. “Aren’t you adorable?”

A flustered expression came to Silas’ face and he flinched, his long tail swishing behind him. “I beg your pardon.”

You pointed at his chest, and the gold freckles on his face shined. “You have a stowaway.”

He looked down, sighing with relief at seeing the fairy mouse. “Yes, well-” He plucked them from his pocket and set them back down at the tiny doorway. “Go along now.”

“You really do take care of everybody here,” you remarked.

Silas stood back up and his stern expression returned. “It’s my job.”

“I know. But you genuinely take care of people. It’s not just a job.” You followed alongside him, both of you heading towards the kitchen.

“How else would I treat them?” Silas’ heels clicked along the floor, and his tail swayed behind him.

“I’ve worked for some people who could show you a thing or two, but I would rather they didn’t. I like you just as you are.”

Silas' tail twitched and there was a slightly different pinch to his brows.

“That’s why I would like to paint you.”

“I knew it,” he sniffed. “Don’t try your wiles on me, Ms. Artist. I have no desire to pose for one of your paintings. I have far too much to do around here to sit still forever.”

“Not forever,” you giggled.

Silas opened the door to the kitchen for you and leaned down to your level. “Then stop trying to fluster me, Ms. Artist, it won’t work.”

You adjusted the square in his front pocket. “Then stop making it so easy.” You walked inside, setting the teapot and cup by the sink.

“Good afternoon, dear!” Agatha announced. The door to the stove opened and little dancing sparks flickered upon the grate.

You smiled at the flame inside. “Good afternoon, Agatha! How are you doing?”

The fire inside smiled and fluffed. “Can’t complain, can’t complain. Working on anything special today?”

From the corner of your eye you saw Silas getting a tray to bring Lady her tea and cookies. “Oh yes! Silas has finally agreed to pose for me.”

Silas was opening a pack of cookies just as you said this, and he opened them a bit too hard so they flung everywhere. He pointed a finger at you and glared.

Agatha and you both snickered and giggled. The door of the stove waved you closer and you came to stand before her.

“He’s crazy about you, he just won’t admit it!” Agatha whispered.

You tapped a finger to your lips. “Hush now, I’m just happy to be here”

Silas purposefully cleared his throat loudly.

“Yes, yes, we hear you!” Agatha huffed at him. “Can’t us girls gossip?”

Silas rolled his eyes and continued setting up the tray.

“Tell me, Agatha, what does the night hold tonight?” You asked.

Agatha sighed and her flames became even and soft. “There’s going to be a small disruption in the night. Something strange is going to happen.”

“Strange?” Silas asked, perking up from his duties.

“How odd,” Agatha mused. “I’ve never felt a change like this. The black cats are meowing about a passing in the sky.”

Silas walked closer to you and Agatha. “You didn’t mention this earlier.”

“Well it was different earlier. That’s what I mean by change, young man,” Agatha huffed out smoke. “The moon won’t be alone tonight.”

Silas stiffened and had a strange look in his eyes. “Excuse me.” he walked away quickly, leaving the cookies and Lady’s tea unattended to.

Agatha waved the stove door at you. “Go after him.”

You chased after him, but he was walking so fast you could barely keep up. You ran to catch him, grabbing hold of his arm, but he still kept going.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Nothing to worry about,” Silas quipped.

You managed to keep up with him. “I’ve never seen you act like this. Obviously something Agatha said has bothered you. And if it concerns you then I should be too.”

Silas came to a halt and held your wrist in his hand. “It is nothing for you to worry about. Go back to painting and doing your craft, Ms. Artist. That is what I want you to do.”

Something about those words touched you. “But how can I work when I am worried?”

His eyes softened and he released your hand. “As I said, there is nothing to worry about. Trust me?”

You pouted but nodded. “Fine. I’ll trust you. But if I hear anything concerning, I will pester you again.”

Silas smoothed down the front of his clothes. “I am sure you will. Now excuse me.” He continued his rushed pace down the hall while you stood and watched.

You didn’t see Silas the rest of the day, even at supper he was noticeably missing. As the sun began to set, you waited by your window to see what this strange change Agatha mentioned could be. You saw storm clouds begin to gather, and as they covered the moon it shone pale pink. The rain that fell held the same pink glow, and the air became crisp like an apple.

You turned to fetch your sketchbook, but when you turned back to the window there was a figure standing in it. You chucked a pencil at the window in fright, but it bounced off harmlessly.

“Let me in.” The voice that beckoned was familiar.

“We’re on the third floor, you know that right?” You fussed back at it.

“Ms. Artist,” they said. “Just open the window.”

You furrowed your brow. “Silas?” You approached the window, holding up a candle to see better. The gold freckles on his skin shined and his tail tapped against the glass.

“What are you doing?” You unlocked the window, opening it so Silas could step inside.

He slipped down onto the ground, barefoot and only wearing a long tunic which was wet and clinging to his body. He sighed, brushing his hair back away from his face, the first time you’d ever seen it so free.

“Silas,” you urged.

He chuckled and looked at you, his eyes glowing in the dim light. “What a night huh?” He turned back towards the window, looking up at the pink glow. “Ever seen anything like this, Ms. Artist?”

You held your heavy sketchbook to your chest, ready to strike this imposter if need be.

Silas leaned out the window, opening his mouth and letting out his long tongue to catch the rain.

“You look like Silas, but I don’t think you are?”

He turned, licking his lips. “I told you today to trust me.”

You swallowed. “That was a different matter. I promised not to worry, but right now your behavior is extremely worrisome. I don’t know this Silas.”

Silas leaned back against the wall. “I can’t stay in control all the time, you know? No one can. There are moments when I am at my weakest. As an incubus, those moments I can sense coming.”

You looked him up and down with concern. “Let me take you to your room, Silas.”

“No. I want to be here.” Silas stood and reached for you, grabbing hold of your shoulders. “I can’t be alone. I can’t-” his voice choked.

“Calm down. It’s okay.” You set your sketchbook aside and took hold of his hands. “What’s going on, Silas? Talk to me?”

Silas squeezed your hands tight. “This night wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t ready.”

You glanced towards the pink glow of the moon then back to Silas’ eyes. “What's going on?” You asked.

“An enchanted storm,” his voice was beginning to sound like the usual Silas. “It affects the moon and I can’t-” He leaned in closer to you. “I can’t hold onto myself.” His lips brush against your cheek. “It makes me lonely and I crave-” He kissed your neck and moaned against you.

You pushed against him, but his kiss was making you flood with warmth all over. “Silas! Silas listen to me!” Your lashes fluttered and you moaned. “Silas…you’re…” You turned and met his kiss, tasting the sweet rain that lingered there. You held your hands around his face, wanting to shove him back but you couldn’t force yourself to do it.

Silas pulled back, breathing deeply as he looked at you. “Please, don’t make me sleep alone tonight.”

“Just sleep,” you insisted. You took Silas to your bed and he stripped off his wet tunic. He laid beside you, kissing you more. He suckled upon your breast, teasing your erect nipples with the soft touch of his tongue. He eventually fell asleep, his naked body was warm as it wrapped around you.

He was still there come morning, and he looked so beautifully peaceful beside you. You brushed his hair away from his brow and he began to stir. His eyes slightly cracked and he sat up like a shot.

“Oh my god!” He stepped out of bed. “Oh no-” he looked down, seeing he was naked and grabbed the blanket from you to cover himself. “What have I done?”

“Nothing, it’s okay!”

He darted away from you. “I’m so sorry! I don’t…It was-” He pressed himself against the wall and covered his head with your blanket.

You approached him but he yanked away. “Nothing happened. You kissed me a bit and you fell asleep.”

“That’s still mortifying!” He cried out.

“You didn’t seem to have much control last night. It’s okay.”

“That’s no excuse. I took every precaution yesterday. But it still wasn’t enough! I failed! I’m miserable!”

“Whoa there, calm down.” You peeled back the blanket to see the panicked look upon his face. “Tell me what’s going on. What happened last night?”

“I try my best to get all I need from taking care of Lady and the people here. But the storm last night, the enchantment, it made me crave. As an incubus, I can’t let that control me.”

You nodded. “Oh, you were horny.”

Silas cupped his hand around your mouth to silence you. “Hush up now. What happened last night must stay between us, Ms. Artist, do you understand? I would be mortified if anyone were to find out. I wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye.” He couldn’t even look at you as he spoke.

You shook your head and gently pushed his hand aside. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. We all get those urges. I’m kind of flattered you came to me.”

He glared and showed his teeth. “Those urges can get an incubus in trouble, and I won’t lose the only home I’ve ever cared about because of them.”

It wasn’t often you got to see Silas being so open and vulnerable. Even if he was scared and angry at himself, it was still nice to see him be honest about his feelings.

“You don’t need to worry about losing this place. Everyone here understands something about this.” You combed his hair back away from his face. “I won’t say anything.”

He sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

A big smile then cracked your face. “But, since you did give me a big fright last night, I am going to need a favor from you.”

Silas glared. “Oh no.”

“Nothing too awful mind you!”

“I know what you want, you demon,” Silas snarled.

“Then what do you say?”

Silas exhaled slowly. “I suppose I have no choice. I do owe you for last night, so I am afraid I have to give in.”

You clapped your hands together excitedly. “Not to worry. I won’t make you miss any work or anything. We can work together in the evenings if you would prefer.”

Silas scoffed and looked away. “Fine. But I am not posing in some ridiculous manner. You may be painting me, but I will have all say on my pose and how I am presented.”

“That’s fine. I want you natural.”

Silas looked down under the blanket. “Speaking of natural. Why am I naked? What happened?”

You picked up his tunic from the floor. “You came through my window in just this.”

Silas scoffed and turned around, dropping the blanket so he could put the tunic back on. “I remember now. I crawled out my window and came here. I could smell-” He stopped, turning back to look at you. “Never mind. I suppose I should make my way back to my room the same way. It’s locked from the outside.” His eyes fell upon your breast and the golden freckles all over his body glowed. “I will deliver your jasmine tea as usual, Ms. Artist.” he was regaining his usual composure with a surprising ease.

You caught him before he could leave and gave him a tight hug. “It’s okay. I’m glad you felt safe with me last night.”

He cleared his throat and huffed. “Yes, well-” He pushed you back. He climbed onto the windowsill then looked back at you. “Our secret, so I suppose I will trust you this time.”

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Silas sat stiffly in his chair while you sketched on the canvas. The little fairy mice darted around at his feet, climbed up the tall heels of his shoes, and swung from the very tip of his tail. He was trying to maintain his usual stern expression, but you could tell he was having an internal struggle with himself.

“You can relax,” you said.

He sat up stiff again. “You need me to pose and this is the pose I am choosing.”

“But you don’t need to be so stiff about it.” You set your supplies aside and walked over to him.

He watched you with a cautious gaze, setting his jaw stiff as you knelt beside him. “You can lounge back in the chair just a bit, and I can still get the pose you’re going for.” You tried to help him ease back, but he only became stiffer.

You put your hands on your hips and looked down at him. “I know what I’m doing here. I’m just trying to give you some advice on how to relax.”

His hands tightened upon his lap. “I am relaxed.”

You cock your eyebrows up. “If this is you relaxed, I really worry about your health, Silas.”

The fairy mice scurried along under his chair and whispered away, giggling as you and Silas traded off defiant glares.

Silas exhaled slowly as he relaxed his body, easing himself back into the seat and letting his legs go a bit forward.

You clapped your hands together. “There we go! Much better!”

“Shh! Not so loud!” He hissed.

You sat back down behind the canvas. “No one is going to hear us.”

Silas’ eyes cast over to the window. The moon was no longer pink, but there was a lavender ring glowing about it that gave him pause. He looked back towards you while gnawing on his bottom lip.

“How come you want to paint me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I like painting beautiful things.”

The fairy mice were coming out from under the chair again, peering around before they started galavanting at Silas’ feet.

Silas tilted his chin up slightly. “I appreciate the compliment, but I have seen you paint everything from a withering fruit bowl to Agatha’s flames. So what really is the reason?”

“I told you my reason, unless you’d like me to go through the specifics one by one.” You began drawing his face upon the canvas. You lined his thick eyelashes, his hooked nose, and the sharp angles of his brows.

“No. Not particularly.” He turned his head to the side, yet again looking at the moon.

You marked the freckles upon his face then leaned back to examine the rough sketch. “Is there a reason you visited me the night everything went pink?”

Silas flinched “You promised not to talk about that again!”

“I can’t help it if I am curious. So many windows you could go to on this floor and you chose little ole’ me.”

“Ms. Artist,” he said through clenched teeth.

You peered over the canvas at him and smirked. “Your kiss still haunts me,” you sighed dramatically, even throwing your arm over your forehead and leaning back.

“That’s enough,” he grumbled.

“If you’re worried I didn’t mind the visit or the affection, Silas.” You drew out his hair then leaned back again to inspect it. “If you’re worried about that, then don’t be.”

His gaze softened and he looked down. “Know I would never hurt you.”

You looked away from the canvas and back to him. “You don’t have to say that. I know you wouldn’t.”

“Just finish up this painting so I can go back to my quarters.”

“Finish it up?” You balked. “I’m only getting started! This painting could take weeks for me to complete.”

Silas jumped up from his seat and some of the fairy mice clung to his pants leg. “You’re holding me hostage for weeks?”

You stared at him blankly. “Do you really not know how fine art works?”

He scoffed. “I can’t stay cooped up in your room every night for…for weeks.” He pushed his glasses up upon his nose.

“And why not? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You teased him. You were already going to send him on so you could work on choosing paints, but teasing him was so much more fun.

He chuckled. “You think rather highly of yourself, don’t you, Ms. Artist? No, I simply enjoy my schedule as it is. Having you doodle my visage puts a kink in that schedule.” He fidgets with his tie.

You bit back a smile. “There’s a lot in that last sentence alone I could poke at, Silas. But I’ll be kind and leave you be.”

“How thoughtful of you. Good deeds shine so dimly in this world,” he rolled his eyes.

“How about a nightcap before you go then?” You stood up and walked over to your dresser, pulling out a bottle of amaretto.

“I don’t drink,” he said.

You set the bottle aside. “Then I guess it’s goodnight after all.”

Silas bowed his head. “Goodnight, Ms. Artist.”

You waited for him to turn to open the door. “I’ll leave my window unlocked for you, Silas.”

He whipped back around, his golden freckles glowing. “Not funny.”

You smiled and waved, locking the door behind him as he left.

The next morning you were in the kitchen, sitting beside Agatha and peeling apples. You tossed her the peels while you set the apples into a dish of lemon juice and water.

“He seems to be in a strange sort of mood today,” Agatha said.

“Who? Silas?” You tossed her another peel.

“Yes! Can’t quite tell if he’s agitated or happy. You’ll see if he comes in.” Agatha’s door waved towards the entrance of the kitchen.

“What do you know about Silas?” You asked.

Agatha’s flames crackled. “What do you mean, dear?”

“I mean like…I guess I’m just being nosy, but I feel like I know so much about him, but nothing at all.”

Aatha sighed. “He’s a fragile sort. Sticks to his ways and everything as a means to protect himself. So that’s why you probably feel that way.”

You furrowed your brow. “Silas is fragile?”

“Sensitive maybe is the better word?” Agatha sighed. “He seemed like such a boy when Lady first brought him here. Being an incubus he got used a lot at his last home. He used to just stay here in the kitchen when he first arrived.”

It was obvious to think about it that way. I started second guessing all my interactions with him. “I see. Oh gosh, poor Silas.”

“Lady gave him security. I remember him bragging about the lock on his door.” Agatha sighed and the flames shook back and forth inside the stove. “I think that’s why he works so hard.”

Not much was said, but you learned a lot from that brief conversation. You continued peeling apples and Silas came into the room. He looked like his usual self until he laid eyes on you. He looked shocked then he continued about his business with a flustered expression.

“What are you doing?” he huffed when he saw you with the apples.

“I got a hankering for apple dumplings. Agatha said it was alright if I used the apples in the pantry.”

“Fine, just clean up after yourself.” He shuffled around the kitchen, his heels not making the usual smooth rhythmic clack they always did.

A few nights later, when Silas showed up for his session, he immediately sat down and took his position. “Don’t take so long tonight.”

“What’s under your bonnet?” You asked him. “I haven’t even finished getting set up yet and already you’re rushing me.”

His mouth was set into a firm line. “I don’t even want to be here.”

You frowned. “Then leave. I’m not going to force you to stay.”

Silas’s jaw dropped and his eyes darted about. “No. I mean that-” he swallowed. “I made a promise to you, I’ll stay.” His tail twitched and twisted behind him. “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“It does though. I like having you here, but maybe you’re not…” As you turned around you saw Silas’ expression was a bit similar to the night of the pink moon.

“Are you alright?”

“It’s nothing.” He sat erect in the chair and held his hands in his lap. “Let’s get this over with.”

“I just can’t find my one brush, but I can try using another.” You sat down at the canvas, going over strokes from the previous night to build the depth of his skin.

Silas breathed slowly, and his lips parted, revealing a glossy gleam to them. He kept his eyes down, mostly looking at his hands poised in his lap. You noticed a bead of sweat going down from his temple and onto his cheek.

“Are you warm?” You asked.

Silas shook his head. “I’m fine, really. Keep going.”

You stood up. “Let me open the window for you.”

“Stop!” Silas nearly leapt out of his chair, but he kept a hand held over his lap. “Keep that window shut, it’ll only make it worse.”

You stepped away from the window, looking him up and down. There was something about his face that looked both strained but beautiful. “What’s going on with you, Silas?”

Silas smoothed his palm over his face. “Nothing, just paint.”

“You’re acting more tense than normal.” You walked over to him. “Is something wrong? You can tell me.”

He shook his head, but as you knelt beside him his expression shifted. He looked away as you got closer, his eyes focusing upon the window as you touched his arm. You moved his hand from his lap to see the bulge straining against his pants.

“Stop!” Silas jumped up and away from you. You froze in place, holding your breath. Silas grasped at his hair, pulling slightly. “Just stop for a second!” He turned away from you, looking towards the window.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Silas, I’m so sorry.”

Silas shook his head. “Be quiet for the love of God.”

You stood there, keeping your eyes affixed on the ground. You twisted your fingers into knots, waiting for him to speak again.

“I want you so badly,” Silas finally whispered. “But I can’t tell if you are the same or just…” He huffed and turned slightly. “Its frustrating!” She snarled.

You lifted your eyes, seeing him gazing desperately at you, trying to understand you. Taking in a breath you took a step towards him. He shifted, turning fully towards you.

“What do you want from me?” He rasped under his breath.

“Just you. I’m not sure how else to say it.” You stepped closer, tentatively reaching out, only touching him when he didn’t flinch. You cupped his cheek and gently smoothed your fingers along his jaw. He let out a breath and looked into your eyes.

“But why?” He grabbed hold of my wrist hard. “Why?”

“Everything. I can’t name just one thing. You’re fascinating and beautiful. But you’re also so distant from me. I want to know everything and anything about you, because I feel you’re more than what you let on.”

Silas sighed, releasing my wrist and letting me touch his face again. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I won’t,” I shook my head and closed the gap to kiss him. “I’m so sorry for what happened before.”

Silas kissed me, pressing in close and grabbing my hips. “Show me.” he took my hand again, placing it over his chest and taking it down.

“I’ll take care of you. It’s the least I can do.” You kneel down in front of him and reach for his belt.

“So eager.” His eyes were bleary when he opened them again. “Ms. Artist, be careful with me.” His voice choked off as you opened his pants and his cock sprang out.

You marveled at it. The deep red gave way to veins of glowing gold and the glans were shiny with a slight point at the tip. “No wonder you looked so uncomfortable, you’re so…hard.” You licked your palm then took hold of him, pumping your hand up and down his shaft. “You could have told me. After all, you’ve kissed my breasts before.”

Silas squirmed in his seat, cupping his hand over his mouth as he began to moan. “It’s not like that. I didn’t want you to think I was-”

“Stop,” you huffed. “I have you literally in the palm of my hand.”

Silas lowered his hand from his mouth. “Ever since the night of the pink moon I can’t stop thinking about you. Your scent drives me crazy, and being in this room with you…my nature comes out.”

“You could have said something to me. I would have understood.” You sat up, still stroking him slowly. You leaned in close to him and whispered. “I’ve been thinking about that night too, about you.” You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “That wet tunic clinging to your body.” You kissed him again. “Your lips. Your tongue.” You kissed him and knelt back down. “You’ve not been alone.”

Silas whimpered. “I wasn’t trying to influence you, I swear.”

“You haven’t. It’s okay. I know I want you, because I have for a long time.” You kissed his cock, pressing your lips down the side.

“I haven’t felt this way in so long,” he moaned. “I’ve not wanted anybody. Oh…except you.”

You dragged your tongue back up to the tip and took it into your mouth.

Silas pressed his hand upon the back of your head and moaned loudly. “It’s too much. Oh gods, it’s so much!”

You took him to your throat, pulling your head back up to gaze into his molten eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Silas.”

His fingers tangled into your hair.

“You’re like a dream.” You took him back into your mouth, bobbing your head as your tongue pressed against his shaft.

Silas threw his head back, crying out and whimpering. His pulse throbbed against your tongue and flowed through your body. His heat mingled with yours, causing a pool of wetness to form between your legs.

You lifted your head off of him and gazed into his eyes as you stood. You undressed as he watched, letting his eyes linger on your body. You stepped closer, letting his hands fall upon your hips and his kissed upon your soft belly.

You took off his glasses, setting them aside as you lowered into his lap. You kissed him again, straddling his thighs in the chair. “Is it okay?” You whispered.

Silas’s hand stroked down your thighs and back up to cup your rear in his palms. “It’s been so long since I’ve wanted it. Since I’ve felt I needed it.” He looked into your eyes. “You frustrated me because I was afraid of how much I wanted you.”

You removed his jacket and shirt, kissing his bare chest before placing soft kisses upon his lips. “I knew you loved me.”

“Hush,” he panted. “I’ve gotten this far, don’t tease me more.”

You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “You really are beautiful.” You smoothed your fingers tip under his eyes and he turned to kiss the inside of your palm. “I wasn’t lying when I said that’s why I wanted to paint you,” you whispered. “But it’s because of so much more than that. Wanted to study, to memorize, every single inch of you. The way that light makes your skin look so soft and shows the deepness of the red. The way your eyes glow when you’re excited. The hollow of your cheek when you turn your head. I wanted to capture a work of art.”

Tears sparkled in the corners of his eyes. “Ms. Artist, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Then let’s not wait a second longer.” You eased yourself down, feeling him prodding at you before he popped between the folds. Your wetness spilt against his glans and he moaned the sudden sensation of heat.

You took him inside, breathing as you felt yourself wrap around him. His hands clutched onto your hips, pulling you down into his lap until there was no air between you.

Tears came down his cheeks and he buried his face against your breasts. He held him, rolling your hips and bouncing upon his lap. He felt warm so deep inside you, and your body hummed with a new energy.

“It’s so much, so good!” Silas’s arms locked around you. “Keep going! I want more!”

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, mussing it up. “You can take all you want, Silas. I want it too.”

Silas trembled, but he managed to rise from the chair with you in his arms. You squeaked, holding on tight as he carried you over to the bed and laid you down. You kissed and he plunged deep into you, moaning and licking your lips as he pressed tight against your body. You held fast to him, clinging onto his back as his hips moved faster, taking the same rhythm as his stiletto stride.

“So good! So good!” he moaned into your ear. “Oh fuck! You’re so good!”

“Silas, keep going,” you breathed. “Just like that!”

He snarled and grinded himself into the deepest parts of you. “I’ve wanted you so badly! I’ve wanted to taste this for so long! Oh-” he kissed you hard, nipping your bottom lip. “You feel so sweet!”

He has never acted like this before, it was a thrill to see him let loose. He had that wild glint in his eye like the night of the pink moon. But this time, it was because of you.

“That’s it! Oh, Ms. Artist, tell me you're coming. I can feel it. I want it!” His eyes began glowing bright.

You gasped and threw your head back as his hips moved faster. “Silas!”

“Right there huh? Fucking you. Oh yes! Come. Come for me!” He was going wild with lust, building and building at the same speed as your orgasm. He wasn’t wrong, you were growing closer and closer. Each pulse between you was another push to the edge.

“Oh gods!” You sank your nails into his back. “Silas!”

Silas bit down onto your shoulder. “Yes. I know! Yes!”

Your body curved and thrust up against him. You pulsed and shuddered, closing your eyes tight as his energy flowed through you. You opened your eyes to blinding gold, his body illuminated like the moon beyond your window.

Later in the evening rain pattered against the window. Silas was laid beside you, his sleeping face as stern as his usual expression. You stroked his cheek with a smile on your face, watching him stir.

He opened his eyes, looking at you with that same expression. “I feel…strange,” he murmured.

“Bad or good?”

Silas sighed. “Good.”

“Do you feel better?”

He nodded silently.

“Me too.” You placed your hand upon his chest. “Are you okay?”

He took your palm and kissed the center. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a bit overwhelmed, Ms. Artist.” He looked into your eyes and there was a lavender glow around his gold irises. “It’s been so long.”

You brought him down into your arms, letting him rest upon your chest. “I’ll hold you then and you can cry if you want.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Don’t let me go.”

You ran your fingers through his hair lovingly. “I won’t. And I promise, my door is always open for you.”

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Melilot the Tiefling

Female Main Character/Monster x Male Elf

Mutual Pining - Opposites Attract - Misplaced - Supportive Family- Extra Long

My father is one elder in our community, and even amongst the elders, he is looked upon highly. His advice is sought after and his opinions hold significant weight.

“My child, we are Goodbodys!” He would always announce proudly to me. “And Goodbodys have good minds!”

I know for a fact that a good mind like his is called into question often. After all, why would a prominent, proud, much beloved halfling elder raise a daughter like me? Even before that, there were questions when he fell in love with my mother, a halfling from the wanderers, a clan who went against the usual halfling way.

“Melilot, you are a Goodbody, through and through because I am your father, and love is what matters most in family.” He would say this when he saw that look in my eyes. He knew when I was doubting myself or doubting my place in the world. “You are the daughter of Halfast Goodbody, and that is what counts, because I love you more than breakfast in the morning, and smoke in my pipe.”

I loved my father more than anything, more than breakfast, more than the moon. It really didn’t matter who I was or what I looked like, as long as he was my father.

It was my weekly routine to go to the farmer’s market and stock the pantry for the week. I enjoyed shopping, but on the busy days I was more on edge.

“Oh look everyone, it’s Lil.” The taunt came from behind me.

I ignored the mockery, instead asking Mrs. Bolger how much her cabbage was. “My father has important company coming to the village this week. I’m going to need a bit more than my usual.”

“I heard!” Mrs. Bolger had a big smile on her face. Her eyes darted behind me, hearing the same taunt I did. “The whole town has been chatty about it.”

“Only house in the whole town that could fit an outsider.” The jabs continued. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and my tail twitched.

I kept my upper lip stiffened, trying to ignore them. “I know it’s a longshot, but do you have any berries in? Perhaps some strawberries? I would like to have something sweet made.”

Mrs. Bolger shook her head. “I still just have preserves from last year, sweetie.”

“Alright, I may come back for those.” I began loading my bag with everything else. “Thank you so much.” I turned to leave after settling up the bill, but noticed my way to the next stall was blocked.

I was greeted by teasing grins and laughter. “Just step over us if we’re in the way.”

I took a deep breath. I was used to this, had to be. Halflings aged differently, even though we were the same age, they still had a youthful spite to them. My former classmates weren’t as vicious as they were before, but they still enjoyed poking,

I decided I could come back later and would go to the regular market for anything that sold out, even if it wasn’t as good. But as I walked away, there was a sharp tug on my tail. I burned from the inside out, but I had to hold myself together. I gripped onto the strap of my bag and shot a look back at who was grasping my tail.

“A Goodbody doesn’t have a tail.” My tail was wagged mockingly back at me.

“Porro Brown, you let her go!” Mrs. Bolger snapped.

Porro smiled, using my tail to fan himself. “Just cooling off Auntie.” He let go of me and I yanked my tail back, making sure it coiled it close to me. Laughter continued as I walked out of there, quickening my pace so it would leave me further behind.

I went to my spot by the river, even with my load of groceries. The soft moss under the willow had been my run away place since I was little.I could hide there, blend into the shadows. I sniffled as I ran my hand down my deep blue skin. My breath shuddered as I took in the length of my limbs. I was a tiefling, I was no halfing.

“Ahoy there!”

A voice called out and I looked around.

“Over here!”

There was a man standing on the opposite riverbank. Which was strange. There were no roads across the river, it was mainly overgrowth and brambles. He waved at me, a bright smile on his face. He was an elf, which was even stranger. It was rare to see someone so tall, lithe, and elegant in these parts.

“I have been looking for a kind face!” he stepped out of the thicket, briars and thorns pulled at his clothing and long, long hair. “I think I may be lost.”

I stood up, perplexed to say the least. “I would say so. There’s nothing on that shore worth traversing unless you’re a snake.”

His eyes widened as he watched me rise. For a halfling, I was tall, for a tiefling I was taller still. Long platinum strands fell before his eyes.

“My, my,” he murmured, then cleared his throat. “See, I knew something was off. When my entourage told me it would be silly to go on ahead, I didn’t believe them. But seeing you I know I must be way off my course!” He brushed back his hair.

My father was expecting royal company, elves from the south who were willing to open trade with us. But this couldn’t be one of them, could it?

“What is your course?” I asked.

“I am looking for the town of Goodenough.” The elf stepped into the river, looking shocked this happened.

This was not how I expected elves to act. I had always thought they moved with more purpose, aware of their surroundings more than any creature with conscious thought. “You are where you need to be. Goodenough is not far from here. I can show you.”

“Wonderful!” The elf began balancing on stones to make his way across. “My name is Osric.”

The name sounded like it would be sour, perhaps even something made of gold. I was used to the cheerful names of the halflings. “Melilot.” I offer my name, hoping it didn’t sound simple to the elf.

“A sweet clover. ” Osric nimbly and easily made his way across the river. “What a suitable name for such a kind soul.” He stepped upon my bank with me, but his footing somehow ended him up in the water.

I helped him out of the river, getting him to shore and under the willow tree. “Are you alright?”

“Fine!” he laughed. He wrung out his shirt onto the moss. “Sorry you had to see that. I don’t exactly make my kin proud. Probably why they weren’t too worried with me going on ahead to meet our host.”

I furrowed my brow. “Are you looking for Halfast Goodbody?” I asked.

“Yes!” He announced excitedly. “Are you gifted with powers?”

I shook my head, almost laughing. “No. Uhm…Halfast is my father.”

Once again Osric looked stunned, baffled, but also oddly happy. “I thought I was meeting halflings.”

“No. No. You are. Uhm…I am Halfast’s daughter, but…”

Osric grasped his chest and sighed in relief. “Oh! Thank goodness, I thought I was going to embarrass myself with the gifts I bought. Well, Halfast must be a very proud father to have such a sweet child as you.”

My heart hammered and I pressed my lips into a firm line. “Well, he would agree on that I’m sure.” I inch away slightly. “Would you like me to show you the way?”

“Absolutely! If you don’t mind being seen with a soggy wretch like me.” Osric’s smile and laughter were brilliant, beaming. He was a ray of sunshine to bathe in. He was not what I expected for the elf lord paying us visit.

At home, I let Osric in and set down the groceries I had gotten. “Dad! Are you home?”

“Melilot, is that you?” I could hear him from the den, probably in front of the fire with his pipe.

“No, Melilot isn’t here.” I started unpacking the groceries while Osric looked on, awed.

Osric’s eyes scored around the kitchen, which was quite shorter than me, but several cabinets had been placed high for my use. There was also a segment of the counter where I could prepare food without bending over. The kitchen table was made to my height and the extra chairs had rungs so visiting halflings could get into their seats.

My father came into the kitchen. “I see you brought company with groceries.”

Osric smiled at him. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Lord Goodbody.” He approached and offered his hand. “I’m Osric, of the southern elves.”

Dad took his hand to shake. “I wasn’t expecting you for some time! Did my daughter take care of you.”

“Saved me!” Osric announced with excitement. “I somehow found myself across the river.” He and Dad laughed heartily.

I rolled my eyes slightly, using the pretense of stocking the kitchen to hide my face away from them.

“When I saw a tiefling I was sure I was lost for good,” Osric continued, taking my chair at the table.

Dad climbed up into his own. “Oh yes! Melilot may not look like a halfling, but at heart she is one. She’s my daughter after all, so she must be one. Oh! Before I get comfortable, would you like some tea?” He started to climb down.

“I’ll get it,” I quickly offered.

Concern flooded my father’s eyes. “Are you sure, Melilot? You’ve been out all day. You should rest.”

“I can make tea,” I scoffed. “Besides, you should be greeting Osric properly.”

“Oh, I feel greeted just fine,” the elf laughed. “You know, Halfast, I may call you Halfast?”

“Certainly,” Dad laughed, relighting his pipe.

“Wonderful. You see, I too am not exactly like the elves back home. I am half elf. The other half is human. Thank goodness my mother is royalty or I’d be looked on as a scourge. Well, more than some already do.” He spoke about this so easily! So cheerfully?

“Nonsense, you’re elf. Same as my Melilot is halfling. Blood doesn’t chart your trajectory, it merely keeps the body lubricated.”

“Dad,” I growled from the stove.

He chortled loudly. “I’m not a doctor, I can’t say what tides control the body. But I do know what does. Do you, Osric?” He pointed his pipe towards the elf.

“Do tell.”

“It’s love.” Dad patted his chest. “Love is at the root of all our decisions in life. Passion, kindness, joy, all of them are buried in the soil that is love.”

I was taking a teapot out of one of Dad’s cabinet, bending over to do so. “My father is a fan of storytelling.”

“So am I,” Osric sighed. “And I agree with you Halfast. I see it in my parents everyday and I envy that.”

“Ah, envy, that stems from love too. A love you have yet to receive.”

The two continued on, becoming thick as thieves in no time. I’m not surprised, Dad has charm and an ease which comforts people.

Osric’s entourage eventually caught up to him and set up camp in the backyard. Osric was given my room, and I set up a cot in Dad’s room.

“Handsome young man, don’t you think? All that long flowing hair.” Dad said, fluffing his pillows.

I sat on the edge of my cot, avoiding the chandelier getting caught on my horns. “He’s not what I expected, that’s for sure.”

“And what were you expecting, daughter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Something snobby and pretentious. Aren’t elves supposed to think they’re above it all.”

“Well now, I suppose some elves do believe that of themselves.” he got himself tucked into bed. “But they also are immortal and have seen everything. Perhaps they think they know everything because they have seen everything.”

“Maybe,” I grumbled as I laid down.

Dad blew out the candle by his bed. “We’ve got business to deal with tomorrow, and I must confess I am nervous about the negotiations.”

This was a surprise. “Really?”

“This sort of trade opens up the world, Melilot. Most of the citizens of Goodenough don’t take kindly to change and to the world. I may be up to some opposition.” His hand was reached out, touching my shoulder. “But we need to be open to change.”

I took a deep. “Then I hope you rest well, Dad.”

“You too, my darling. Sleep well.”

Over the next few days, Osric was a fixture in our lives. He joined us for every meal he could, he spent his evenings with us, even joined Dad and I on our daily errands. I could tell though, after each meeting with the elders, things were growing contentious. Dad never showed it, but I could tell he was haggard each time. The upcoming spring festival was also putting a strain on negotiations as the elders preferred to talk of plans for it rather than what was at hand.

One afternoon, while dad was napping after afternoon tea, Osric and I were enjoying another pot together.

“You are quite beautiful Melilot.”

I was taken aback, nearly dropping my cup. “What?”

He smiled at me. “I find you beautiful. Your skin, your eyes, your…everything.” He sat up attentively. “I would love if you would be my date to the spring festival.”

“No!” I gasped.

His eyes widened.

“No, I mean-” I quickly set my cup down before I dropped it. “The spring festival is about couples and romance. It’s about renewal in nature and babies and-” I was scrambling. I had never had a date to the spring festival before. “Eggs!” I gasped out.

Osric’s smile returned and his gaze softened. “Then if we went as a couple that would be good, right?”

I could hear my blood rushing through my ears and to my pounding heart. I didn’t say anything, I just opened my mouth to a squeak.

His hand clutched at his chest, rubbing then pulling at his shirt. “If you don’t see me that way then we could just go as friends.”

I had been confessed to once, and only once, and that worked out horribly. I liked Osric, truly I did! But what if this was another jab? Another false confession? I don’t think I could take it again. Not from Osric.

He licked his lips, his soft gaze flicking back and forth with caution. “Do you think you could see me romantically?”

I looked away.

A nervous laugh escaped his lips. “Like I said, it’s okay if you don’t. You would not be my first heartbreak, nor my last I suppose. Halfast said I should ask you.”

My attention snapped back to him. “He did?”

Osric gave me that gentle smile again. “He said he saw something in your eyes. I know your father is a romantic fool, but so am I in a lot of ways.”

I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to go with him. He was sunny, kind, and understood my footing in Goodenough. And my father did know me best. “I won’t have anything to wear.”

Osric chuckled. “What does that have to do with anything?”

I swallowed, wishing I could shove biscuits into my mouth to cover up the nerves and shyness. “There’s a sort of dress code for the festival. I don’t have a dress for it.”

He gave me a once over, and a sort of realization came to his eyes. “Where do you get your clothes?”

“Dad or I make them,” I replied. “Sometimes when we travel together we get them in other villages. But I wouldn’t have enough time to make a dress by the spring festival.”

Osric hummed, getting a thoughtful expression. “I see. Then leave it to me.”

“Do you sew?” I asked, surprised by how nonchalant he was being.

His smile was an ecstatic one. “I’ll take care of getting you a dress. So don’t worry. Consider it my pre-dowry.” He took hold of my hand, planting a firm but gentle kiss upon my knuckles.

“Dowry?” I blurted out. “Why are you bringing up a dowry?”

His hand slid out across the table, taking hold of my balled up fist. “I enjoy a beautifully dressed girl as much as the next man. It would only be fair if I took care of that wardrobe.”

Should I be offended or flattered by that statement?

That evening, as I laid in the cot beside my father’s bed, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about Osric and what he said. I thought about the spring festival and what dress he would make for me. What would people say? Would Goodenough explode from the gossip?

“Can’t sleep, my darling?”

I jolted. “Did I wake you?”

“No, my fatherly intuition did,” he chuckled. His hand rested on my shoulder again. “Since we’re both awake, we might as well talk.”

I grumbled under my breath. “It’s Osric.”

“Do I need to beat him with my cane?”

I scoffed. “No. You know what it is.”

He sighed dreamily. “I always wondered what soul would come for you one day. I always knew someone would catch you eye, but more than that I knew you would catch the eye of someone who wasn’t from Goodenough. I’ve prepared myself for you to be taken away.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” I snapped at him. “But you told Osric to ask me out.”

“He’s a good boy! I like him very much. Getting to know him in negotiations and in my own home has been a treat. I see myself in him, and that is what I always wanted for you.”

“Dad,” I groaned.

“I’m serious. You need a spirited man, a man who will worship the ground you walk on. The goddess knows how much I love your mother.”

Love, not loved. He still waits for her, and it’s one of the only foolish things I judge my father for. “What makes you think that?”

“The way he looks at you. To him you’re a sunrise, a full moon. You're the blossoms of spring, the scent of lilac in the air. You are the clock that sets his day. It fills my heart to see someone look at you the way you deserve to be looked at.” He once again sighed heavily and I heard a sniffle. “The world is foolish. Goodenough is foolish. You are the most beautiful girl in the world-”

“Dad,” I bemoaned again, shoving my pillow into my face.

“Don’t scoff! From the moment I first held you in my arms I knew you were the reason the stars sparkled and the rains fell. It is time you knew it too. Not from me, but from someone else. It didn’t matter to me if it was a boy, a girl, or whatever is in between. I always wanted to see you as a bride.”

“Dad!” I kicked my legs and thrashed in the cot.

“Don’t do that! The cot will-”

There was a crackling and snapping that seemed to sud after I hit the ground.

“-break,” my dad sighed. “Come up here now.” He patted the bed.

I was too embarrassed to whine about the pain. I simply climbed up in bed with Dad and rested my head beside his.

“A father’s dream and nightmare is their daughter finding happiness with someone else,” he said, petting my head.

I kept quiet, eventually falling asleep even though I had to curl up like a snail inside it’s shell on my dad’s bed.

Preparations for spring fest had part of town blocked off. They were setting up tents, booths, flowers were everywhere and petals littered the streets. I usually went out hunting, but my usual path was cut off for part of the festival as well. I was stuck at home, a little bored but mostly nervous. The more I saw the festival pop up, the more I thought about Osric. His soft, pale gold eyes. His long white hair.

I didn’t like being wound up in the thoughts of someone. Last time I was, my heart was shattered. Cladio was my best friend growing up, one of the only halflings who treated me like I belonged. As we grew so did our affections, we kissed, touched, held one another, but all in secret. When the time came for us to attend the spring festival, I was made a laughing stock. I showed up in my dress, my flowers, and Cladio pretended like he had no idea what I was doing.

I lost my best friend and someone I truly cared for in one cruel sweep. I was scared of the festival and what could repeat itself there.

“There you are!” Osric appeared in the doorway. “I thought you would be out and about seeing everything going up.”

“No,” I murmured. “I decided to just stay home today.”

Stepping beside my chair, Osric dropped from his arm a dress. It was sheer in places, covered in lace in other’s. Clover was stitched into the sheer fabric, glinting soft yellow.

“What do you think?” Osric said, beaming.

“Is it yours?” I was so stunned I wasn’t thinking.

Osric laughed jovially. “No! It’s yours!” He held it out to me. “I’ve been working on it with my wardrobe attendants for the past few days.”

“Wardrobe attendants?”

Osric scoffed. “Don’t ask. My mother is a stickler for fashion.” he offered the dress again. “I need you to try it on and make sure it fits correctly.”

I took it, afraid of it. The last dress I owned I ripped to pieces and tossed on the fire. “Are you sure?”

His smile continued. “Not quite, that’s why I need you to try it on.”

“Okay,” I grumbled. I went off to my room to change, knowing I’d have space and a mirror there even with Osric’s belongings. I stripped, putting on the dress. It felt like it fit well, but I hadn’t looked at myself yet. The skirt flowed from my hips, showing off my legs more than I was used to.

I turned slowly, looking at my feet in the mirror. The yellow color did look good on my skin. My eyes traveled further up, seeing lace then my waist. The long sleeves were sheer, revealing the tiny clover details stitched into them. My bosom was carefully clutched, held by the fabric to be sensual, revealing, but also elegant.

There was a knock on the door. “How is it?”

I was still staring at myself. Was that really me? I touched myself to make sure it was. I cupped my hands to my face, watching the dress shift and shimmer in the light. Tears appeared and I shocked myself when they dribbled down my cheeks.

“Melilot?”

“It’s fine,” I whimpered.

“What’s that tone? Are you crying?”

I sat down on the end of the bed, crying into my palms. “No,” my voice warbled.

The door opened and Osric stepped in, concerned and bewildered. “Do you not like the dress?”

“No it’s not-” I sniffled. “I like it. But I just-”

He sat beside me, putting a warm, caring arm around my shoulders. The other hand wiped tears away from my cheek. “Don’t cry. Even if you are beautiful when you do.”

That made me cry more.

“It’s alright. Look at me.” he tipped my head up to meet his eyes. “Tell Osric what’s the matter. I’ll make it right.”

“Nothing is wrong,” I blubbered. “I love the dress. I like how I look in it.”

“And that made you cry so?”

I nodded. “The last time I wore a dress I was hurt so horribly. I don’t know how to feel.” I clutched my chest. “I don’t want to have that pain again.”

A dark expression started to come from his eyes. “What pain?”

“I was once asked to the spring festival but…”

Osric held me in a tight embrace, grasping my back of my head and letting me rest upon his shoulder. “That will not be me. I will show you off as the gorgeous goddess you are. I will treat you like a princess. No, like a queen.”

I held onto him, clutching at his back. I didn’t say anything. It was nice simply being held. His arms were small, but they were strong and warm.

“What Goodenough has to say about you falls on deaf ears. Their thoughts do not matter. Only mine do. And I have not been able to stop thinking about you since I met you, Melilot.”

“Don’t tease me,” I chuckled, still sniffling as I raised my head.

“I would never! Unless it was in a flirtatious manner,” he scoffed. He took a kerchief from his pocket and wiped my face with it. “I am all too serious about how I have been consumed by thoughts of you.”

“I think about you too,” I confessed shyly.

“May I steal a kiss then?”

I was captured by his eyes, gazing into them and unaware of any nerves or apprehension I may have had. I closed my eyes, dipping my head down for that kiss. His lips were soft and his fingers brushed against my cheek and along my horn. The other rested upon my hip.

“I thought so,” he breathed as our lips parted.

“What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just my body talking loudly over the rest of me,” he chuckled. “I’m glad the dress fits. I’d prefer to see you in all your splendor at the festival.” He then cupped his hand over his eyes. “I will wait for that moment.”

I wish it had been more than one kiss. But maybe that was for the best.

The night of the festival, I was shaking in my boots. Or well, I was until I took them off. Everyone would be barefoot for the festival, and even if I needed shoes, I didn’t have any that would suit the dress.

Dad braided my hair, making sure it suited the dress for me. “I’ve never seen you look so…beyond your own beauty.”

“Dad,” I huffed.

“I’m serious.” He then took me by the hands and looked up at me with teary eyes. “I give my permission for you to bed Osric.”

“Dad!” I snapped at him. “Ew!”

He kept a firm hold of my hands. “I know what it is like to want something beyond your scope. Lord knows I never got my father’s permission to bed your mother.”

“Please stop!” I whined.

“But you are of an age now where your body needs the touches of-”

I picked him up from the ground and shook him. “Stop. Or I will throw you.”

He beamed. “Have fun at the festival, my darling.”

I had to walk to the festival alone. I would find Osric waiting with the other men as they waited for the girls to file in. I hated this. I hated waiting with all the other halfling women who were whispering amongst themselves.

“Lil! Your dress, it’s gorgeous!”

“Oh, thank you Hyacinth,” I muttered. “You look really pretty too.”

Hyacinth spun in her dress, posing a little. “I hope Immers like it.”

“Oh, so he finally got the nerve to ask you out?” I wasn’t surprised Hyancinth was talking to me. I had once saved her from a wild boar while she was picking strawberries. She and her dad were as close to friends as I had these days.

Hyacinth was beaming, proud, adorable. “He heard Lord Osric talking about inviting you, actually.”

My heart skipped a beat. “D-did he?”

“Immers said hearing him talk about how much he liked you made him realize he shouldn’t wait for a ‘right moment’. So, I’m glad we get to walk out together.”

I could cry again, but I didn’t want to be a sobbing fool as the dance floor opened. When we eventually did file out, I still was the sore thumb jutting out. All blue and swollen compared to the rest of the Goodenough halflings. Then, I saw him.

Osric came rushing out from the waiting line first, his arms outstretched, grabbing me as the music began. He spun me out on the dance floor, petals swirling and picking up around us. I forgot my fears, my doubts as he smiled upon me. I danced with him and there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop me.

It was extremely late in the evening when we returned home. Most of Goodenough had gone to bed and the festival would start again in the morning with the egg celebration breakfast. My father was one of the early birds. So as not to bother him and wake him I decided to sleep with Osric.

His hands were chilled by the cool night air, but his lips were warm and soft. His bare chest touched against mine and his heart shuddered everytime my fingertips caressed his bare back.

“Oh, Melilot, you’re driving me crazy.” He breathed against my neck, kissing, biting. “I want you so badly.” His teeth upon my shoulder sent tingly waves through my body. I’d only ever been with Cladio. I didn’t know what to expect from a half-elf.

“Can I eat you?” He moaned into my ear.

Every hair on my body stood at end. “What?”

He chuckled. “Here.” His hand reached down cupping my loins in his palm. “Have you never heard of that?”

I wasn’t sure. I had heard tales but my exploits with Cladio were…not much to speak of. We usually kissed and then went to it.

“Lay back, I’ll show you.” Osric purred, pushing me down upon the bed. He lifted my legs up, spreading my thighs. He studied me, watching me with a glazed, erotic expression. He kissed me, moving his lips down my body until he came to my thighs. He kissed, pet, moaned until his lips came to my petals below.

I gasped in alarm at first then held my breath. My lips parted as I breathed again, moaning as his kisses turned to licks, to puckered sucks, his fingers rubbed my mound, adding to the deep, new pleasure he was delivering.

He rose up after a while of me squirming and moaning. I watched him with bleary eyes. The smug look of satisfaction on his face made me quiver a little more.

“Did you enjoy my tongue?”

I nodded weakly.

“Good.” He inched closer, laying his cock upon my belly. “Then you’ll enjoy the rest of me as well.”

I peered down, seeing the arche curve of his cock, the bright pink head and the shimmering jewel pierced through the tip. I gasped softly. I had never seen such a thing! It was oddly beautiful.

“It’s a magic charm,” he chuckled upon seeing my expression. “I’m embarrassed now to why I originally got it but…” the tip slipped down, touching the bud at the top of my petals. “With a simple phrase, I think you’ll like it more than me.” He whispered something into the air, words I didn’t understand but bled into the atmosphere. The jeweled piercing began to ring, it twitched, then hummed. I gasped out loud. How amazing it was! Against my most sensitive spot, it erupted into moaning cries of pleasure.

Osric smirked, rocking his hips to rub the tip of his cock more against me. “I knew you would appreciate it.” His cock slipped inside me, finding me dripping wet and warm. “Melilot,” he whimpered out my name. “You’re too sweet for me.”

His thrusts toppled me, I wasn’t sure which way was up. The curve of his cock, the vibrating jewel, I wasn’t ready for such a fight. My body was wracked with pleasure, the more he moved the more that course through me.

At the end, his seed spilled into my waiting mouth. The vibrating jewel tickled my tongue, and I soon fell asleep.

I woke in the morning, bracing my arm against my eyes as the sun shone brightly through the window. Osric was snuggled up in the crook of my arm, still fast asleep. I wanted him again.

There came a knock at my door. “The egg breakfast is still going on if you two are hungry!” My dad cheered from the door.

I was frozen.

“I hope you two had fun last night.” I heard him shuffle away. Only then did Osric begin to stir. He nuzzled between my bare breasts and sighed happily.

“Do you want breakfast?” I asked nervously.

His tongue lapped up a nipple, suckling it into his mouth.

“Osric!” I squealed.

“I can’t help it, I need you so badly,” he whined. He clung to me, kissing me, tugging me on top of him. His cock was hard against my thigh. “Last night wasn’t enough, Melilot. I need you the rest of my life.”

I buried my face in his neck. “Don’t say such things!”

“But I am going to.” He wrapped his arms tight around me. “Everyday for the rest of our lives I am going to beg for your love, your touch, your presence. You are my moon, my sun, nothing compares to seeing you rise in the morning.” He pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “I will build a home here for the two of us. One where you never have to stoop again. You will stand tall for me and I will stand steadfast beside you.”

I lifted my head to kiss him then gazed into his eyes. “Why would you stay in Goodenough?”

“Because I know you’ll stay beside your father. Besides, there needs to be an elf here to maintain the trade.” He smirked. “I was always going to stay, but now I have a real reason to.” he sat up like a shot, throwing me over onto the bed. He sat upon me, that smug, mischievous smile on his face. “So, my darling Melilot, may I have you for my breakfast?”

I gulped. “Yes. But wouldn't actual food-”

“Now, now, now, for me this is the best meal I will ever eat.” He licked his lips seductively. “Besides, sex first thing in the morning is my cup of coffee.”

“Then…could I try you first?” I asked shyly.

His eyes widened. “Of course!” He exclaimed in glee. He scooted up my chest, laying his cock upon my lips. “You’re so gorgeous like this.”

My face must have been deep purple by then. But still, I wanted to know what it was like to ‘eat’ him. I opened my mouth, letting his long, curved cock inside. I moaned against him, liking the way he filled my mouth and pressed against my tongue. Osric leaned over me, pushing his hips so his cock went slightly down my throat.

I liked that too!

“You’re such a wonderful girl, Melilot,” he moaned. “You feel amazing from top to bottom.”

I grabbed his hips, forcing him down my throat more. I suckled upon him, easing him up and down until warmth spilled down the back of my throat. The flavor was rich, like the dark berries eaten last night. It was thick as it slid down.

Osric was a sputtering mess as he pulled away from me. He was laughing between gasps of breath, clasping his hands over his chest.

“Sorry, was that too much?” I was quick to cover.

“That was phenomenal!” Osric crowed. He sat up again, grabbing me for a kiss. “I owe you one. Give me a moment to catch my breath.”

I smiled, not having to wait long as his fingers found themselves unable to leave me.

He would move here, he would stay in Goodenough. Despite the troubles here, I never wanted to leave my home. But now I would have everything, my family and my love, to whom I was the sky above.

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 8: Movies (18+)

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

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!!: DVP, oral A/N: no beta, no edit, if I left a sentence incomplete let me know. If you don't like the ending, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The final escapade… and your ex.

The front door opens. Still on your knees in front of Bakugou – with his fist still wrapped around his dick and his come on your tits – your head whips towards the sound. How do you even react in a situation like this? Everyone coming home to you, post fuck, in the middle of a public area.

You can’t write this off as an ‘accident’ or a ‘trick of the light’. No, you are firmly on the ground, eye level with Bakugou’s dick. There’s no getting around it. Might as well let them see what I’ve been up to this weekend.

Pasting a look of annoyance on your face, you shoot the front door an annoyed look. “You’re interrupting,” you snap.

Kirishima walks into the kitchen and crosses his arms over his chest. “You guys started without me?”

“Took ya long enough,” Bakugou grins, “We said when we were leaving, and you weren’t there.”

“I couldn’t find any of you,” Kirishima grumbles, “And it took forever to get everyone to agree to go watch the movie.”

“Movie?” you ask and turn towards the mountain of a man. A deep blush takes over his face.

“There’s a romance movie playing at the cinema. I convinced everyone to take Kaminari to it.”

“To see how he can win his girl back or something,” Bakugou adds. “Or at least that’s what we told them.”

“So this…” your voice trails off. Of course. Todoroki and Bakugou’s heads were a little too close together when you saw them.

“We didn’t want any interruptions,” Kirishima says. “We wanted to let you have some fun.”

Fun? As if everything you’ve been doing this weekend hasn’t already been fun.

“And more people means more options,” Todoroki adds.

“We want to know what gets you going?” Bakugou asks.

“What’s something you’ve been dying to do?” Todoroki follows up.

A flush rises up your neck. Something you want to do? There’s a lot you want to do. But what is this? Fast food? Place an order and it’ll get served up to you on a platter?

“You’re both spent, and I haven’t had the privilege yet.” Kirishima cuts through your thoughts and holds out his hand. “So, shall we?” You place your fingers in the palm of his hand and let him lead you over to the couch. He spins you around like a dance partner and flops onto the couch, bringing you with him.

Strong arms pull your back against Kirishima’s chest. Seated in his lap, your legs part automatically over his so you’re spread for the room to see.

Todoroki and Bakugou take a loveseat each and watch.

“I want them to watch as you take me,” Kirishima growls in your ear. He pulls the dress up over your head and drops it to the ground. Large hands run up your ribcage and caress your breasts. Bakugou’s come spreading over your breasts. Your skin prickles from the cold air and attention.

One hand trails down your stomach at a leisurely speed. He parts your folds and languidly circles your clit in broad strokes. You squirm against him. Not enough. Need more.

Kirishima’s hot breath tickles your ear. “I didn’t think you’d be able to handle me, but maybe.” He bucks up and shuffles his shorts and boxers down. His cock slaps against you once free from its confines. “It looks like you’ve had a good warm up.”

You could barely get your hand around him yesterday. If everyone else was a ‘warm up’, would he even fit?

Kirishima lines himself up with your entrance and gives you a little tug. Gravity does the rest. You slowly sink back onto him, rocking your hips to adjust the filling sensation. Bakugou palms himself and watches Kirishima disappear inside you. The man in question rubs soothing circles on your back.

He stretches you more than anyone else has. Your legs tremble against Kirishima’s.

And to think you wanted him to fuck you like a toy.

“It’s so much,” you gasp and roll your hips – to alleviate the pressure? To take him more quickly?

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he croons, “You’re almost there.”

“A-Almost?” you ask shakily. You thought for sure you were at the end. “I don’t think I can fit everything.”

“Of course you can.” His hands grasp your waist. He rocks into you once, twice – your walls stretching around him.

The head of his cock kisses your cervix. Bigger and thicker. You wouldn’t have been able to take him yesterday. There’s no way.

But to bounce on his cock while everyone watches…

“You’re splitting me open,” you groan and shift around him.

Kirishima exhales against your ear. “Fuck you’re so tight.”

You expect jackhammering. You expect speed and ferocity. You expect need to outweigh all his other thoughts. You don’t expect Kirishima to hold you up and fuck up into you slowly. Methodically. Sadistically. Keeping your legs apart for Bakugou and Todoroki to see.

A whine bubbles up in your throat. You’re so needy.

You want speed and ferocity. You want to throw caution to the wind. You want animalistic fucking.

What gets you going?

“I want…” Your voice is barely a whisper.

What’s something you’ve been dying to do?

“What’s that?” he murmurs, still lazily fucking into you.

We wanted to let you have some fun.

“I want you. And someone else,” you gasp, “At the same time. In the same place.”

Kirishima’s thrusts stutter. Three pairs of eyes lock onto you.

“That’s what I want,” you try to bounce on Kirishima, shock him into continuing, but his hands keep you in place. “I want all of you in me. I want-”

Bakugou recovers first. He’s across the room in seconds. He strips from his pants and gives his dick a couple quick strokes. “Say less.” Lube squelches in his hand. “You ready, Princess?”

“I don’t know how to get them both in,” you blurt out.

“We’ll take care of it, Sweetheart,” Kirishima says. He brings you around so you’re facing him. Strong hands gently pull you towards him and he enters you slowly, giving a couple test strokes. “Just stay like this, and Bakugou will join.”

A third hand rubs your ass appreciatively. You shift your weight and lean into Kirishima. Nose in his neck, you inhale deeply. Three calming breaths as you feel Bakugou rubs his dick against Kirishima’s. He pokes at your entrance but nothing more. Musky spice floods your senses.

“I’m going to pull out,” Kirishima guides you through what you can’t see. “And then we’re going to line up and slowly go in.” You hiss at the initial stretch. Already it’s thicker than any one of them alone with just their heads pressing into you. “You’re doing great.”

You’re not sure if it’s the gentleness of his tone, but you’re here for fucking, and by god you’re going to get it. You push back and sink further onto them. Stars fill your eyes. Reaching back, you feel for Bakugou and he holds your hand. With more purchase, you’re able to ride the little bit you’ve got inside you, burying them deeper.

Kirishima’s hands tighten around your waist and he helps set and keep a rhythm, pulling you up and down over their cocks.

It’s a filling you’ve never had before. The pleasure mingles with a bit of pain, but you grasp at it and relish the slight sting. They take turns fucking into you. Why had you never thought to try this with dildos before? Sure, it’s not the same, but the feeling.

“You take us both so well.” Bakugou’s grip tightens on your hand.

Full.

A pushing the limits type of full.

In.

Out.

Kirishima.

Bakugou.

Kirishima and Bakugou.

Too much.

“Look at me.” Todoroki’s cool voice washes over you. You lift your head from the crook of Kirishima’s neck. Small tears prick the corner of your eyes. Todoroki’s fingers trail down the side of your face before tilting your chin towards him.

His tongue runs over your lips, tracing the outline with the tip. He flits over the seam of your mouth and you gladly grant him access. Spit escapes the corner of your mouth as Todoroki’s tongue fucks into you.

With a playful flick of his tongue against your bottom lip, he pulls back. You reach for the band of his pants and pull him up to your level.

“Shouto,” you plead.

“Use your words,” he smirks. Dick.

“I-” Your words die in your throat as Kirishima plunges all the way inside you. Your eyes flutter closed and you try again. “Take out your dick.”

“So bossy,” he jokes, but his hand is wrapped around his cock. He traces the outside of your lips with the tip. You open for him.

Grey and turquoise eyes blow wide open as you swallow his length with no hesitation. You’re already pushing your limits today, why not go further? You shiver at the thought. It’s undiscovered territory for you — your new limits. What could you do? What would you do? You relax your jaw and find your lips flush with the base of his cock.

Kirishima moans underneath you. His hips give short, desperate thrusts. You whimper around Todoroki’s length and he gives shallow thrusts into your mouth. Bakugou’s hands grip whatever he can with bruising strength.

The hands on your body. The praises in your ear. Being filled to the brim. You drink up every frantic word of encouragement. Every ‘you’re so good’ and ‘fuck you feel amazing’. It all feeds the fire burning deep inside you until you clamp down around them and come undone in their arms.

One by one, they fall with you into ecstasy.

“Was that everything you thought it’d be?” Bakugou asks and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. He always seems to be the first to recover, and you tuck that information away for later.

“Mm, yes,” you sigh and curl up on Kirishima. His softening dick slides out of you, and a warmth blooms over the apex of your legs. Cracking one eye open, you watch as Bakugou cleans you up with a warm wash cloth. “I think I’d even do it again.”

Kirishima feeds you snacks while you both watch Bakugou and Todoroki navigate around each other to get dinner for both houses ready. There’s a knock on the door that has

You open the door ready to ask how the movie was. What you weren’t expecting was to see your ex standing on there.

Your smile falls. “Midoriya.”

“I thought you’d be next door,” he frowns.

“No, half of the group is still in town.”

“I was hoping we could talk,” he shoves his hands in his pocket. He looks down and scuffs the porch with his shoe before looking up at you beneath thick lashes. A well rehearsed move you’ve seen too many times. “It was stupid of us to break up.”

“Us? Break up?” you blink at him as if you could wake up from whatever twisted dream he pulled you into. “You dumped me.”

“And it was a mis-” His eyes hone in on your neck. Your hickey. Bruise. Love mark. “What’s on your neck?” You clap a hand over it. Disgust flashes over his face but is quickly replaced with concern.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asks. Your lip curls. He doesn’t get to make you feel like shit for this.

“It’s a hickey.” Bakugou pulls the door open and stands behind you. Heat radiates off his bare chest. He crosses his arms. “I gave it to her.”

“Kacchan,” he seems genuinely stunned. “How could you?”

“We’re all single adults here, we can do what we want.” Your ex stares for a moment, his jaw twitching.

Midoriya reaches across the threshold to grab ahold of your arm. “We need to talk.”

You bat his hand away. “No, we don’t.”

“What’s all the commotion?” There’s another presence at your back. Cool fingers rub circles on your lower back.

“Shouto,” Midoriya says desperately. “Kacchan’s been screwing my girlfriend.”

“Your ex-girlfriend.” The silence is deafening.

“So you’re on his side.”

“From where I’m standing, you’re the odd one out.”

“He gave her a hickey knowing I’d see it and get jealous.”

“He did, did he?” Todoroki muses and looks at your neck. “He may have given her that one, but the one hidden here,” Todoroki’s finger slides under the curve of your breast and accentuates it. “Is from me.”

“Y-You?”

“She doesn’t need you, she has us,” Kirishima muscles Bakugou out of the way and leans against you. He wraps his arms loosely over your shoulders.

“All of you?” Midoriya asks in disbelief.

“At once,” you hum quietly under your breath. Emerald eyes snap to you and look you over – really look you over. You know he sees the sheen of sweat coating your body, the bruises and marks littering your skin, and even the swell in your lips from all your… activities.

“I was right to leave you.” He shakes his head and steps back. As if that would get you to renounce everything and fall to his feet begging for forgiveness. Something you maybe would’ve done prior to this weekend if he had shown up on your doorstep. “Look at what you’ve become. You’re-”

“Free.” You cut off what would surely be a tirade against you. “I’m free.”

A shot slides down the bar and stops in front of you. A little red feather pokes out from behind and waits. You look around for Hawks. Bakugou broods in a corner while Kirishima and Sero laugh about the day. When he catches your gaze, he winks before returning to his drink.

Kaminari walks in with his plus one – his on-again girlfriend who, for all his faults, has taken him back. There’s something about the way Kaminari holds the door open for her and pulls out her chair that has you thinking he may actually be worthy of her this time.

Todoroki disappears behind a velvet curtain. A smirk graces your lips as you think about all the things you’ve done back there ever since your return from the beach six months ago. It was him who introduced you to the club.

Music thrums in your veins. You pick it up delicately and spin the shaft between your two fingers, still looking for the owner. Out of the corner of your eye, red wings bristle. Looking at the other end of the bar, you spot Hawks laughing at a joke from someone next to him. Golden eyes flit over to you before returning to his companion.

“I’ll be in the bathroom in two minutes,” you murmur into the feather, letting your breath disturb the individual barbs. “Bring your friend… or don’t.”

END

Thank you so much to @katsukikitten for inspiring me to write this and getting me in the mood for summer. This originally was just going to be little snippets of general summer activities (hence the titles) but the more I planned, the more I connected them and Kitten was one of my hype women.

I know I said I wasn't going to do a tag list, but it's the last chapter so: @midorimagirl @gg-trini @gethexxed @kai984 @brethebomb2

#ahhhh! it's done!#so excited to read this!#i guess i know what I'm doing later tonight instead of going to bed at a reasonable time!

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Floor Shapes

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taking it for a spin (some fanart for @huffslove!)

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fuzzatnight · 17 days ago

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the idea that jerking off every day makes you a depraved sex addict is so nuts the current obsession with declaring anything a sex/porn addiction is so fucking stupid why am i seeing other queer people and people on the left capitulating to this regressive shamey bullshit. experiencing pleasure is not sinful or overindulgent. we cannot be going around telling people they're not allowed to be horny and not allowed to have whatever amount of sex they want to have.

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Lew the Orc

Female Reader x Male Orc

Trapped Together - Power Outage - Neighbors - Mutual Pining

Nothing was on except a glaring red light, which wasn’t as comforting as it was supposed to be. Trapped in that tiny, suspended box, that red light made it seem like you had a one way ticket to hell.

The orc trapped with you set the emergency phone down. “Power is out in the whole city,” he snarled.

“What?” Your voice came out a tiny wisp. “How long before it gets back on? Can we get out of here? What are we supposed to do?” You could have started rambling off for hours but the orc made a sharp shush.

“They’re working on it. Don’t fret yourself into a panic attack.” He huffed and leaned against the back wall of the elevator. “We’re not gonna die here.”

You pressed your lips into a firm line, going through the mantra your father taught you when you got anxious. After a few quiet moments passed, you glanced at the orc. “You’re Lew, right?” You knew that already, but you wanted to play it cool.

He eyed you. “You know that already.” he said this, adding on your name at the end.

You lived across the hall from him. It was commonplace to receive some of his mail. That’s where the crush began. “Yeah well, nervous,” you chuckled, worried you had been caught.

He nodded, seemingly keeping his eyes down.

“I’ve never been trapped in an elevator before,” you said, trying to start off the conversation. “I’ve always heard stories though!”

“Well, let’s hope this is the last time.” Lew pulled out his phone, tapping a few times at the screen before glowering at it.

You had never seen Lew smile, not once. Everytime you returned his mail or greeted him in the hallway he had such a sour, sour, angry expression. Which, for a big guy like him, wasn’t exactly doing any favors.

“Is there service?” You asked, hopefully.

“No,” he grunted. “Tower must be down too.” He shoved his phone back into his pocket then slid down to the ground. “Might as well start the waiting game.”

You remained standing. You were wearing a sundress after all, and the elevator floor didn’t seem like a hospitable place to sit.

“I wonder what happened,” you murmured, unable to stay silent for very long. “For the whole city to lose power. Do you think something bad happened?”

He sniffed. “The grid here is old as shit. One dog pissing on the wrong electric socket could knock this city out.”

You furrowed your brow. “Must be a very hydrated dog to do that.”

Lew scoffed, keeping his eyes down. He had tattoos on his arm, and his hair was put into a sloppy ponytail.

“What is there’s a kaiju attacking the city?” You said your daydreams out loud.

Lew brow creased deeper.

You moved your hands as you began telling the story. “Something is ravaging through the city, knocking down power lines and infrastructure. It started with the cell phone tower, ripping it out of the ground like a proverbial carrot!”

“Kaiju?” Lew scoffed.

“Yeah! Like Godzilla or Clifford.”

He finally looked up from the ground at you. “Clifford? The big red dog?”

“What?”

“He’s not a kaiju!” Lew scoffed. “He’s from a kid’s book.”

You turned to face him more. “He has all the qualifications of a kaiju. Just because he hasn’t destroyed Tokyo or something doesn’t mean he’s not.”

Lew shook his hand and scowled. “Then by that standard so is Barny.”

“No! Barny is a dinosaur, there’s a huge difference,” you scoffed, shaking your head. “Besides, Barny isn’t even massive like a dinosaur. That disqualifies him.”

Lew huffed, turning away again. “A kaiju attack doesn’t even make sense. Those things don’t exist so that’s not even in the running of what’s happening.”

You leaned back against the wall. “Maybe it’s a huge natural disaster. Like a sudden blizzard has frozen the whole town over.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I’m just trying to pass time and not overthink the situation.” You snap your hands to your waist. “What are you going to do?”

Lew rolled his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” You huffed and pouted. “Man, I was really looking forward to this hair appointment.”

“No one is getting their hair done now.”

You frowned, of course no one was. He’s so grumpy! You look away and fiddle with the rings on your fingers.

More silence passed and then Lew sighed. “Why don’t you sit down?”

You wiggled your hips to show off the skirt of your dress. “I don’t have anything to sit on.”

Lew clicked his tongue. “Well, that makes better sense than Clifford being a kaiju.”

“You still thinking about that?” You snickered.

He sat up, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He then tossed it towards you. “There. Sit on that.”

Stunned was the start of covering your feelings in that moment. “You don’t have to take your shirt off!”

“I ain’t going anywhere once we get out of here. No point in it. I’ll just be heading back home.”

“Not that!” You smoothed his shirt out on the ground, still accepting his offer. “I mean…don’t you feel exposed?”

“I was gonna take it off anyways.”

You furrowed your brow at him.

“At the gym! I was going to the gym.” He huffed, crossing his arms against his impressive chest.

“Thank you.” You said, trying to keep from staring.

He grunted in response.

You sat there, looking around, getting a bit bothered by the red light. “Feels like a horror movie.”

“Yeah, I was noticing that too,” he sighed.

“Were you going to work out?” You asked.

He sniffed, looking as if he was contemplating even asking. “I work there. My family owns the place so I occasionally teach classes and stuff.”

“What do you teach?” You asked a bit excitedly.

Lew cut his eyes at you. “Well, uh…this and that.” he sounded unsure.

“Weight lifting?” You asked, hoping to open him up.

“Kind of? He rubbed the back of his head. “What were you going to get done to your hair?”

“Oh, just getting it tended to. Ends trimmed, fancy wash, scalp massage.” You touched the natural curls which were tied up in two big puffs. “More like a spa day than anything.”

He nodded. “I never know what to do with mine.”

That was obvious, it looked like he even struggled to put it into a ponytail.

“It would look good in a braid,” you offered. “As long as it is. Plus it would keep it out of your face.”

Lew glanced away, a grumpy pout on his face. “If I knew how.”

“I can do it!” You sat up onto your knees. “Come over here.”

He lurched, jerking away from your hands. His expression was wide and shocked, arm held up in defense. “It’s okay. I mean, here?”

You pulled your hands back to your chest. “What else are we going to do?”

Lew scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry. I’m not one for being touched.”

“Oh, then I’m sorry. I just figured, you know, being stuck in here, we should do something.” You settled back down upon his shirt and tugged your skirt over your thighs.

It was quiet again. Nothing but the glow of the red emergency light to give the elevator any sign of life.

“Getting your hair done for a date?”

You looked back at Lew. “Oh uh…no!” You fidgeted with your skirt. “Just getting it done because it needs it. I can’t remember the last time I had a date.”

Lew sniffed. “Yeah, same.” He rubbed the back of his neck then down to his shoulder. “Hard out there to find someone.”

“It is,” you chuckled along nervously. You were there. Right there. You could date him and he wouldn’t have to worry! You quieted your mind then. “I’ve just been reading romance books.”

He chuckled.

“They’re good!” You huffed then shuffled through your bag. You produced the paperback from inside. “Here. Try it.”

Lew arched his brow, smirking as he took in the cover. “The Orc’s Forbidden love?”

You frowned, wondering if you had revealed too much. “It’s a good book! Just because it’s romance doesn’t mean it’s corny or anything.”

Smirking, he took the book and looked it over. He opened it to a random page. “He took his large cock, placing it against the belly of his princess just to show her how deep she would be taking him. ‘I’ve never taken a cock like yours, sir.’ The princess mewled. ‘Well then love, just think of it as the only cock you’ll have from now on.’ The knight growled hungrily.” He was starting to laugh as he read.

“Oh sure! Open it to a sex scene and it’s weird.” You pouted.

“No. No. I get why you’d like these books.” His eyes darted on the page as he continued to smirk. “Since when are you going to find a guy who worries about making you cum over himself?”

“You don’t?” You huffed.

Lew closed the book. “I didn’t say that.”

You frowned, looking away. “I don’t just read it for the smut, you know? It has a really good plot and deep characters.”

“Sure.” Lew said teasingly.

“Like you don’t watch porn or hentai?” You snapped at him.

He couldn’t hold back anymore and he burst out laughing. “Look, I ain’t arguing shit like that.”

“Then what?”

Lew was trying to regain his composure. “You’re cute when you pout.”

The regular light came on and the elevator started moving, going back up the way you came.

“Hey now!” Lew stood up from the ground.

You were still stunned by what he said.

“Guess we’ll see what’s happening in the world out there.” Lew huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You stood, picking up his shirt. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Lew took it, shaking it.

As the elevator doors opened you both walked into your familiar hallway, which was strangely cold. You both walked to the end of the hallway, where there was a window looking outside. Everything looked oddly normal.

“That’s disappointing,” he hummed. He started back towards his apartment, and you knew you had to jump.

“Would you like something to drink?” You blurted.

Lew looked back at you from his door. “Like what?”

You opened your mouth to offer coffee or tea and the power went out again. Lew cussed and you sort of gave up.

“I have a solar generator in my apartment,” Lew offered. “We can hook up a coffee pot or something to it. I’ll go hunt it down.”

A while later, Lew had the generator in your window with an extension cord to the coffee pot. You had candles lit and the ambiance couldn’t have been more enticing.

“At least we ain’t in the elevator,” Lew huffed, sipping his coffee.

You had changed into some comfy shorts and t-shirt. “Agreed.”

“Good coffee.”

“Thanks. My sister sent it to me.” You smiled at him, his visage illuminated by candlelight, making him appear all the more romantic. “Would you consider this a date?”

Lew choked and nearly spewed out his coffee. He gave you a look, somewhere between agitated and surprised.

You just smiled.

“A date? What are you-” he wiped at his mouth. “I don’t…listen here!”

“What else can we do with the power out?” You purred suggestively.

He was still flustered, his expression fluctuating between his usual angry pout and nervousness. “I don’t…you are…yes you’re cute but I’m not-” He then snarled, barring his teeth to you. “You want a date? Is that it?”

You nodded, smirking over your coffee cup. “I’ve had a crush for a long time. I figured it was now or never.”

“Well then,” he breathed. “Let me show you one of my regular dates. Set your coffee cup down.”

You did so.

He yanked your ankle, pulling you up fully onto the sofa. “I had a feeling why you put this shorts on.” He growled, yanking them down. “Showing off those sexy legs of yours.”

“This is how you date?” You squealed, trying to play shy despite the excitement.

“I’m not touchy feely. But I can show a beautiful body my appreciation.” He tossed your shorts aside then knelt down, kissing up your legs to your thighs.

Your breath caught in your chest. “I thought you didn’t like being touched?”

“I don’t,” he growled. “But I don’t mind touching.”

You bit your lip, watching his head go up further between your plump thighs. “And this sort of touching?”

He chuckled, biting your inner thigh. “It’s my favorite.” His lips kissed your mound, followed by his tongue.

“Oh!” You gasped.

Lew chuckled against you, lifting up your legs as he went deeper with his tongue. It was warm and strong, finding folds to part then kissing your clit.

“You know what you’re doing,” you panted. “I see why your dates are-” Your voice cut off as he suckled your clit.

He lapped and moaned against you. You were gasping for breath, almost shivering. His mouth was skilled, but what about the rest of him?

Lew sat up, licking his tusks then wiping his mouth. “So, what do you think?”

You grunted in reply.

He laughed, taking off his shirt then unbuttoning his jeans. “Well then, princess, let me show you what else you can expect.” He pulled his cock out from inside his pants and laid it upon your soft belly. He smirked at you, waiting for your response.

Your eyes flicked up to him. “Teasing me?”

He chuckled. “I will say this, that book of yours inspired me.” He licked his tusk again. “I always liked it when you came to give me my mail.”

You held your breath for a moment as he moved his hips.

“Especially in shorts.” He moaned as he pushed the tip of his cock at your folds. “Your beautiful skin. Soft-” he was breathing hard now. “Beautiful pussy,” he growled. “Condoms?”

You shook your head. “Birth control.”

“You sure,” he sounded desperate.

“Should I not be?”

Lew chuckled. “Just making sure, princess. Now, let’s continue.”

You closed your eyes, waiting until he pushed. It was just the tip, then the shaft. You gasped as he stretched you, opened you up.

“Fuck,” Lew growled.

You let out a whimper, not because anything was wrong, but because of how good it was. It took your breath away, fulfilled a deep ache.

“Shit, princess.” He was breathless. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Yeah?” You asked coyly. You caught his big grin as you opened your eyes.

“Yeah.” He surged deeper inside you. “It’s a good thing, princess.” He slowly began pulling out, teasing you, tempting you. He pushed back in suddenly, making you gasp. He did this again, picking up pace. Again and again, slow and sudden, a little faster each time. He was then thrusting deep inside you, harder, harder.

“That’s it princess,” he snarled. “Take me. Good girl.”

You covered your face, trying to hide your pleasure at being called a good girl. He snatched your hands away.

“No. I’m going to look at you. At everything.” He leaned over you, kissing you, pinning your hands above your head.

You later found yourself bent over the kitchen counter as Lew drove in from behind you. Wetness seeped down your thighs, the harder he went, the more of a mess he made you. He was snarling and grunting, thrusting deep inside you.

“That’s it, yes. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” Lew was growling.

That spark ignited inside you, your toes curled as they hung int he air. You moaned loudly, gasping, your body riveted by what was fast approaching. It was encompasisng you, inside and out, tingling from your core outward until it crackled and popped along each strand of hair.

“Cum on my dick,” he growled. “Cum for me! Cum on me!” He went harder, arching his hips and striking that spot over and over and-

Explosion. Eruption. That spark turned into a volcano that had you overflowing, pulsing, burning.

Lew pulled out his cock, moaning, heaving as he stroked and released upon your ass, your thighs. You had wished he had stayed inside, but there was time for all that.

You were both heaving, panting. Lew came and leaned against the counter, sweat dripping off his brow.

“Not how I expected today to go,” he sighed, wiping his hair back away from his face.

“Not at all,” you moaned. Your feet touched the ground and your legs were jelly. “You always hope for a good orgasm though.”

Lew scoffed in agreement. “Sorry if I was forward. I uh…well. I get nervous.”

“That was nervous?” You giggled as you stood up.

He shook his head. “It’s easier too…you know, fuck than show emotion.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m not complaining. But eventually I’d like some emotion.” You reached out to touch him but stopped. “Can I kiss you?”

He took your hand, placing it on his chest where his heart was beating wildly. He leaned down, taking your offered kiss and giving more in return.

The power flickered back on.

“Shower?” You offered.

After a bath, you and Lew both returned to the kitchen, naked and snacking on some cheese and crackers.

“I wonder what made the power go out?” You blew out candles.

“I’d like to thank it, whatever it was,” Lew chuckled, looking smug.

You scoffed. “I’m sure you would.” You returned to the kitchen, taking a piece of cheese from his hand to eat. “What’re you doing tomorrow?”

“You, hopefully.”

You gave him as mirk. “I think you should take me out to dinner first. And fancy dessert after.”

Lew frowned. “What’s fancy dessert?”

You winked at him. “To thank me for today. Obviously.” You watched his pout become shy and unsure. “You do want to thank me, right?”

“Of course,” he growled. “I just wasn’t sure what a fancy dessert entailed.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll make plans I guess.”

“You guess?”

Lew frowned, his cheeks turning a dark shade of green. “Look, give me some time here. I’m not all mushy.”

You smiled happily. Excited to see how you could make him squirm adorably from here on out.

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