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cherryfcola · 3 days ago

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Can I request a Shadow x Fem A/N fic? I’m thinking Shadow as a demonic entity served by a cult. The cult must offer up a young maiden to Shadow to bear him an heir. Lots of ritual sacrifice vibes. Very scary Shadow as a lover, but he’s also tender and loving.

Title: Eclipsed in Desire

Fandom: Shadow the Hedgehog

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.7k

Rating: Explicit / NSFW (18+)

Warnings: This fic contains extreme size difference and hentai-coded smut with supernatural elements, including ritualistic sacrifice vibes, worship/praise, breeding talk, cumplay, oral (f receiving), magical pain-to-pleasure. Features unrealistic anatomy, gallons of affection, and Shadow completely ruining and worshiping the reader in a dark, candlelit, cultish setting.

A/N: Thank you, anon, for the most sinful idea 🤭 This is slow, indulgent, and pure hentai nonsense—Shadow’s your god now.

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The stone chamber breathed with the weight of centuries, its walls slick with a damp sheen that caught the faintest glint of candlelight. The air was thick, perfumed with incense and the acrid bite of burning resin, curling smoke into the vaulted darkness above like the spirits of old rites long forgotten. Hundreds of candles lined the rough-hewn floor and clustered in niches along the walls, their flames shivering in the subterranean draft, filling the space with a trembling, honey-gold glow. Every flicker birthed a new shadow, alive and shifting, until it felt as though the darkness itself was crawling closer.

In the very center, upon a raised stone altar carved with looping sigils that seemed to writhe in the wavering light, Y/N knelt. The stone beneath her bare knees was mercilessly cold, a sharp contrast to the fevered heat of her own skin. They had dressed her—or rather, adorned her—in a veil of silks so sheer they clung to her like mist, pale as moonlight and just as fleeting, each breath threatening to bare more of the flesh it only half concealed. Golden chains draped over her hips and wrists, the delicate metal cool against her oiled skin, clinking softly with even the faintest movement. Her body had been painted with curling sigils in liquid gold, runes spiraling up her thighs, kissing the dip of her stomach, and curling along the soft curves of her breasts. Her hair, brushed to a gleaming sheen, spilled down her back in a cascade that caught the candlelight like spun amber, crowned with a thin circlet of the same warm metal, its weight biting faintly against her temples.

Around the altar, the cult knelt in a perfect ring, heads bowed, their robes pooling in the wax-slicked stone like the black waters of some subterranean sea. They had prepared Y/N in silence, hands reverent but trembling as they smoothed fragrant oils over every inch of her body, leaving her skin gleaming and soft, the scent of crushed petals and something darker—spice, resin, heat—clinging to her like a second skin. Now, not a sound escaped them. The chamber had grown impossibly quiet, as though the world itself held its breath, and in that silence, Y/N’s pulse was thunderous in her ears. She knew she was the offering tonight. She knew every eye, though lowered, was on her.

Then the air changed.

The first shiver of his presence was a weight, subtle at first, like a low hum threading through the stone, a thrumming in Y/N’s bones that was both alien and instinctively terrifying. The candle flames strained toward the altar, bowing as if in supplication, their light bending in a way that made the shadows writhe. A chill swept the chamber even as the air thickened, heavy and hot, clinging to her skin. The darkness in the far corner shifted, moved—no, breathed. Something deeper than night peeled itself from the walls, wrong in a way the human eye could barely hold, and yet Y/N’s gaze was drawn, helpless, to that shape.

He emerged as though he had always been there, waiting for mortal senses to falter enough to see him. Taller than any man, his form rippled with an otherworldly power, the edges of him cloaked in shadow that clung to muscle like smoke. His eyes glowed crimson, cutting through the dim with predatory clarity, pinning Y/N in place without a single word. Her breath hitched, heart thrashing like a trapped bird, every instinct torn between terror and something deeper—something that left her thighs pressing unconsciously together. His claws scraped softly against the stone as he advanced, slow, deliberate, the weight of each step thrumming through the chamber until she could feel it in her teeth.

When he spoke, the voice was a velvet snarl, the kind of sound that burrowed under the skin, settling low in the spine. The old tongue spilled from his lips, each syllable tasting of smoke and iron, yet the meaning coiled in Y/N’s mind unbidden: “They bring me a trembling lamb… soft… sweet… ready to be devoured.”

The cult did not stir. Not one of them dared breathe too loudly. But the sound of him, the sight of him—those eyes, that massive frame, the shadow and smoke that seemed to cling and caress the carved stone—seized Y/N’s entire world. Her fingers dug into the slick edge of the altar, her pulse a drumbeat against the cold gold chains that framed her wrists. And when he came to stand before her, towering and terrifying, the candlelight glancing off the faint gleam of his fangs as he smiled, Y/N knew with a bone-deep certainty that whatever she had been before this night, she was his now.

The air grew heavier as Shadow’s presence bled into every corner of the chamber, the low hum of his power vibrating through the stone floor beneath Y/N’s knees. She could taste the heat of him now, metallic and smoky, like embers left smoldering in an ancient hearth. He circled the altar with the unhurried patience of a predator, the faint sound of his claws against stone scraping through the cavern, a reminder that he was not, and never would be, a man. Y/N’s heart thrummed violently in her chest, the golden chains at her wrists and hips trembling with each uneven breath. The cult remained bowed, frozen in reverent terror, as though the very act of looking upon his full form might burn their mortal eyes.

And then Shadow stopped at the altar’s head, the dim light catching fully on him for the first time.

He was enormous.

The silks clinging to Y/N’s body fluttered faintly with the gust of heat that radiated off him, and she realized that even on her knees, her face barely reached the height of his abdomen. His body was corded muscle beneath fur as black as midnight, faintly haloed by the living smoke that curled and licked along his limbs. Crimson streaks ran along his quills like blood spilled across obsidian, catching the candlelight in wicked glints. His tail lashed once behind him, and his chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate calm that only heightened the trembling anticipation curling in her belly.

And then her eyes caught lower.

Her breath snagged in her throat, heat and fear colliding so violently that she swayed. Between his thighs, thick and heavy, his cock was already hard—an impossible thing, sheathed in dark flesh veined with faint crimson, the tip glistening in the low light. It was… gods, it was huge, far larger than any mortal man could boast, the kind of size that sent a cold thrill of terror and want straight down her spine. Even the veins running along it pulsed faintly with the rhythm of his power, each throb a silent promise of ruin. Y/N’s hands clenched against the altar, the cool stone the only anchor as her body betrayed her, heat spilling low in her stomach even as her mind reeled in disbelief. He would split her in two. He would destroy her. He would—

A deep, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, as if he could read the frantic thoughts scrawled across her trembling form. Shadow’s gaze burned crimson as it slid down her silk-wrapped body, lingering on the curves barely hidden, the gold-painted runes that traced her thighs and breasts. He leaned forward, his massive hands gripping the edge of the altar, claws scraping faintly against the stone. The movement caged her completely, the sheer scale of him blotting out all the candlelight, plunging Y/N into a world of shadow, heat, and the scent of her own fear.

“Little one…” His voice was a low purr, vibrating against her chest. “…do you know what it means to offer yourself to me?”

She couldn’t speak—her mouth was dry, her breath caught. She could only stare up at him, at the sharp white flash of his fangs as he smirked, and then down, helplessly, to the monstrous length standing thick and heavy between his thighs. A drop of slick gathered at the tip and caught the candlelight before falling, and she shuddered so hard the golden chains sang softly in the silence.

Shadow’s hand—large enough to span her entire waist—rose, the back of his clawed fingers trailing up her jaw, leaving a shiver in their wake. He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his eyes, and there was something in them now, something softer under the predator’s gleam. Possessive. Hungry. Worshipful, in a way that terrified her more than anything else.

“You tremble,” he said, almost gently, though his smirk was sharp as a blade. “Good… you should tremble. Your body knows the god it kneels before.”

The cult stayed silent, unmoving, yet their collective breath seemed to thicken the air. Y/N’s thighs pressed together instinctively, silk clinging to the damp heat of her arousal, and Shadow’s gaze followed the motion with a slow, deliberate hunger. One clawed finger traced down her throat to the hollow of her collarbone, over the gold-painted sigils that now gleamed faintly with the sheen of sweat.

“Tonight,” he murmured, low and terrible, “your soul will learn to worship as your body does.”

The candles flickered violently as Shadow leaned closer, his massive frame blotting out the world beyond the altar, leaving Y/N cocooned in nothing but heat, shadow, and the suffocating weight of his presence. His claws ghosted over her bare arms, the lightest graze sending a tremor through her body as if her skin recognized the predator even before her mind could catch up. The nearly sheer silk clinging to her curves did little to shield her from the chill of the chamber or the searing heat of his attention; every brush of his touch made the gold charms at her hips jingle faintly, an unintentional music to her shame. The scent of burning wax and the faint, wild musk of him filled her lungs, heavy and intoxicating, until the room itself seemed to tilt with her uneven breaths. Her knees ached against the cold stone, but she didn’t dare shift—every nerve screamed at her to stay still, to submit, because any wrong move might earn her the attention of those claws in ways she couldn’t survive.

Shadow’s hand—dark, massive, veined with a faint, glowing crimson—rose to cup her face, thumb brushing along the trembling curve of her lower lip. Her mouth opened on a shaky exhale, unbidden, a soft gasp slipping free, and his smirk deepened in quiet satisfaction. Without warning, his other hand moved, palm splaying low on her belly through the thin silk, the heat of it seeping straight into her core. Y/N jerked at the contact, her breath catching, and the cult behind her shifted faintly, the sound of chains and fabric whispering in the silence.

“She is eager,” Shadow murmured, his voice a dark rumble that slid over her skin like oil and smoke. “Even now, trembling in fear… your body knows what it was made for.”

His claws caught the hem of her silk, slow and deliberate, dragging it up inch by inch until her thighs were exposed to the candlelight. Y/N felt heat crawl up her neck as the faint, damp mark of her arousal glimmered between her trembling legs. Shadow’s gaze dropped there, predatory and molten, and he made a low, approving sound deep in his chest. He dipped a claw lightly, teasingly, just at the edge of her slick heat without truly touching, and the jolt that went through her spine was so sharp she nearly arched off the altar.

The cult gasped in unison at the movement, at the sacrilegious mix of reverence and filth, and Shadow’s ears twitched, amused. He leaned closer, the tip of his nose brushing her hair as he inhaled deeply, his voice a sinful whisper against her ear.

“Do you feel them watching, little one?” he purred, claws finally sliding slow and deliberate through her folds, coating themselves in her wet heat. “Your priests, your guardians… every one of them will kneel and pray while I make you mine. They will see how perfect you were made for me… and they will know.”

Y/N whimpered—half shame, half desperate need—as his thumb pressed to her clit with maddening gentleness, drawing slow circles that made her thighs quake against the cold stone. She couldn’t stop the trembling or the soft, broken gasps that slipped from her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut, but Shadow’s sharp voice brought them snapping open.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed instantly, eyes glossy and wide, and the sight that met her stole her breath all over again: his full form looming over her, crimson eyes alight with dark pleasure, his monstrous cock now fully hard and glistening in the candlelight. It pulsed, a drop of precum rolling down the dark, veined length, and her lips parted on a shaky inhale. He smirked, clearly enjoying the mix of fear and hunger painted across her face.

“You see it,” he said, almost tender despite the filth in his tone, his claws never ceasing their slow torment between her legs. “You know what will claim you… stretch you… fill you so deep no mortal will ever compare. You are trembling for it, little one.”

And gods help her—she was.

The altar groaned under the weight of Shadow’s massive frame as he descended upon Y/N, his claws curling around the edges of the stone like they might snap beneath his grip. Candlelight quivered over the black sheen of his fur and the jagged edges of his quills, casting him in a living shadow that dwarfed the trembling girl lying in the center of the sigils. Y/N’s chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic bursts, her sheer silks clinging damp to her skin from a mix of fear and arousal, her golden jewelry cold against the flushed heat of her body. The ritual air was thick with incense and smoke, and every breath tasted like spice and fire. The cult circled in their hoods beyond the reach of the altar’s light, silent but present, dozens of unseen eyes boring into her—into them—as their god bent low to claim his sacrifice.

Shadow’s claws pressed to her thighs, cool, firm, and inescapable, the tips just shy of breaking skin as he pried her open like she weighed nothing. A low rumble vibrated deep in his chest, a predatory sound that made her blood thrum in terror and something hotter, lower. The scent of him was overwhelming—smoke, musk, and something primal—and when he leaned close, his snout inches from her dripping heat, she could feel the heat of his breath ghost over her exposed skin. Her back arched instinctively, a whimper escaping before she could stop it, and his crimson eyes glimmered with dark amusement.

Then his tongue—a monstrous, glistening length of slick muscle—slid out in a slow, deliberate motion, catching the candlelight as it hovered before her trembling entrance. He didn’t touch her at first. He just let the humid heat of it linger, exhaling a warm puff of air that made her entire body quake. When he finally moved, it was torturously slow, a broad lick that started at the tender inside of her knee and dragged all the way up, leaving a shining trail that caught on the sheer silk of her ceremonial skirt and dampened the gold chain around her hip. Y/N gasped, head tipping back, her fists curling helplessly against the stone.

Shadow’s rumble deepened as he tasted her, as if the flavor of her skin alone was a reward worth worshiping. His tongue swept up again, higher this time, curling along her inner thigh, teasing, circling, until the tip barely grazed her folds. She jerked at the contact, a strangled moan tearing free, and his eyes flared with a carnal gleam. He pressed harder, flattening his tongue and dragging it in a single, hot stripe over her slit, collecting her slick and smearing it across her in one long, wet claim. Y/N’s hips twitched, her legs trying to close, but his claws dug in, holding her wide, unyielding.

The next lick was not slow. His tongue pushed into her, thick and hot, stretching her in ways she’d never felt, and the sudden intrusion made her cry out, her voice echoing off the stone walls before she could bite it back. He rumbled again, louder this time, the vibration sinking into her bones as his tongue curled inside her, tasting her, exploring every trembling inch. Saliva and arousal mixed into a mess that dripped down her thighs, catching on gold bands and pooling on the altar beneath her.

His massive tongue withdrew only to plunge again, slower this time, curling upward in a motion that made her entire body seize with pleasure. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, terrified of the sounds clawing out of her throat, and Shadow caught them with one clawed hand, pinning them to the stone above her head. His voice, low and guttural, slid into her ear like smoke.

“Do not hide from me, little one. Let them hear how sweet my sacrifice sings.”

Y/N whimpered, muffled by his claws, her eyes brimming as her body writhed helplessly under his mouth. He licked her again and again, sometimes slow and indulgent, sometimes quick and hungry, his tongue curling inside her, pressing against spots that made her toes curl and her vision blur. When he finally lifted his mouth, saliva and slick coated her in a wet sheen, and she could feel the cold air kiss her ruined heat. A deep, shuddering growl rumbled from Shadow’s chest as he licked his lips, the sight of his tongue glistening with her essence nearly as obscene as the act itself.

“Sweet,” he said, voice vibrating through her chest, “so sweet my tongue cannot get enough… Look at you, trembling, shining, ready to be taken.”

Then, with cruel patience, he pressed the very tip of his tongue against her clit and flicked—once, twice, slow but sharp—and Y/N shattered, her back arching off the altar as her orgasm tore through her, muffled cries spilling past his grip. He didn’t let her finish cleanly. He lapped at her through it, dragging every drop from her like a starving beast, leaving her trembling and boneless in a puddle of sweat, spit, and slick.

His head lifted slowly, his crimson eyes locked on hers as he loomed over her, his mouth slick with her, his grin dark and hungry.

“Now…” he rumbled, shifting, the massive weight of his cock pressing against her trembling thigh, hot and terrifyingly thick… “Now you are ready to take me.”

The air in the temple seemed to still as Shadow shifted his massive frame over Y/N, the scent of incense and sweat thick and heavy, mingling with the raw musk of him. The cold stone of the altar pressed against her spine, but she barely felt it, every sense drowned in the looming weight and heat of her god. Shadow’s claws ghosted along her trembling thighs, reverent now, slow and deliberate as he spread her open once more. Candlelight painted his black fur in bronze and blood-red, flickering across the slick length of him as he revealed himself in full—his cock, massive and veined, far too big for her human body, the tip flaring and glistening with his arousal.

Y/N’s breath hitched, eyes widening, a choked whimper escaping her throat as her hips tried instinctively to back away. Shadow’s eyes softened at the sound, though the hungry gleam never faded. He leaned down, nuzzling the side of her face, his tongue curling briefly against her jaw as if to soothe her trembling. His voice came low, resonant, the timbre vibrating through her bones like a living spell.

“Hush, little one… I will not break what is mine. You are meant for me.”

Her legs quivered in his grasp, but she nodded faintly, the golden chains around her hips jingling softly with the motion. Shadow shifted again, positioning the broad, hot tip against her entrance, the heat of him making her gasp even before he pressed forward. The first nudge alone made her body twitch, her walls clenching reflexively around nothing, and a hiss tore from his chest, a deep rumble that shook her to her core.

He pressed forward slowly, deliberately, letting the thick head stretch her inch by inch. The pain was sharp at first, a burning ache that made her toes curl, and Y/N’s hands flexed in his grip, a muffled plea caught in her throat. Shadow stilled immediately, his heavy breath ghosting over her as his muzzle brushed her ear. Then, in a voice older than the stone beneath them, he whispered in that strange, rolling ancient tongue, the syllables curling like smoke in the candlelight.

The moment the words touched her skin, something shifted—an unnatural warmth spread through her core, the tight pain unwinding into molten heat. She gasped, her body opening for him as if bewitched, the stretch turning from sharp to overwhelming pleasure, and a moan slipped free before she could stop it.

“That’s it,” Shadow rumbled, his voice full of dark praise, his eyes half-lidded as he began to push deeper. “My perfect little offering… taking me so well… you were made for this.”

Every inch sank into her with slow, worshipful care, his claws never leaving her thighs, his mouth pressing occasional kisses along her neck and collarbone as he filled her. The feeling was all-consuming—her walls stretching around him, her body shivering as he slid deeper, and the heat of him making her insides flutter. When he finally bottomed out, a low, guttural sound left him, something primal and awed, and he held himself there, buried to the hilt, letting her feel the weight and pulse of him fully.

Y/N’s legs trembled violently, golden jewelry clinking against the altar as she panted, her body molded around the impossible size of him. Shadow lowered himself closer, his massive chest brushing hers, his muzzle nuzzling the crown of her head as he whispered in that same ancient language again—sweet, dark words that made her shiver and clench around him. His hips rolled just slightly, enough to make her gasp, her nails curling against the stone.

“You are divine like this,” he murmured in common tongue again, voice like velvet over steel. “Every part of you yielding to me… letting me claim what was always mine.”

He withdrew an inch, slow and tender, then pushed back in just as carefully, the motion making her head tip back in delirious pleasure. Every thrust after was a ritual in itself, his pace measured, his attention on her every sound and twitch, his massive body shielding her from the cold and the world as he worshipped her with each movement. And all the while, that enormous cock stretched and filled her, the slick slide and the pulse of his veins leaving her trembling, her moans echoing like the hymn of a sacred offering.

Shadow’s entire body trembled with restraint, every coiled muscle beneath his dark fur shivering with the effort of holding back. His massive frame caged Y/N against the altar, the heat of him enveloping her completely, and yet he moved with aching slowness, each thrust a worshipful offering that made her body sing. His claws dug into the stone on either side of her head, leaving shallow grooves, the instinct to rut into her overwhelming, primal, nearly feral. But still, he held himself in check, because Y/N was his—his delicate little human, his trembling, perfect sacrifice—and he would not take what he could savor.

“Ahh… you feel… exquisite…” His voice was thick, almost guttural now, the calm edge fraying as her body clenched around him. His hips pressed flush with hers, the thick, veined length of him stretching her so full she swore she could feel him in her stomach. His breath shook as he withdrew slowly, his cock glistening in the candlelight with her slick, before he slid back in, inch by devastating inch, and Y/N’s back arched, a strangled moan spilling from her lips.

Shadow’s eyes half-closed, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He dipped his muzzle to her throat, dragging his hot tongue along her pulse before laving her collarbone, savoring the salt of her skin mixed with the incense-thick air. “My perfect little sacrifice… your body sings for me… ahh, look how you open for me, how you drink me in… I could lose myself inside you…”

The candlelight flickered across his massive form as he shifted his grip, one clawed hand sliding to pin her wrists above her head, the other gripping her thigh to pull her open wider, forcing her to take him even deeper. The motion made her cry out, her voice breaking, and Shadow groaned, his composure fracturing further. The wet, obscene sound of him sliding in and out of her filled the chamber, mingling with the soft chime of her golden jewelry and the low rumble of his breath.

“You… gods… you tempt me to ruin…” His hips pressed harder now, the head of his cock nudging deep against that sensitive spot inside her, making her jolt and cry out again. “Do you feel that, little one? All of me inside you… stretching you… claiming you… ahh, you make it so hard to hold back… my body—hah—it screams to breed you, to fill you until my essence drips down these sacred stones…”

His pace quickened slightly, just enough to make the altar shudder beneath them, his thrusts deeper, needier, though he still watched her face like a man starved. His tongue dragged across her lips, and he caught her soft gasp with a kiss, devouring her, muffling her cries as he rolled his hips and made her body seize around him. When he pulled back, a thread of saliva connected their mouths, and he licked it away with a hunger that made her shiver.

“Mine… mine… ahhh, your little body takes me so perfectly… you feel like you were carved for me, my sweet offering… tell me, will you let me lose control?” His voice dropped to a feral purr, his hips giving a sharp, punishing thrust that made stars burst behind her eyes. “Will you let me worship you the way my instincts beg me to?”

The last thread of Shadow’s restraint snapped like a frayed wire under too much tension. His low, guttural growl reverberated through the cavernous chamber as his hips slammed forward with a force that made the altar jolt beneath Y/N, the sharp sound of her startled cry echoing off the stone walls. Every instinct he had fought to cage surged to the surface, and the feral need to claim overwhelmed him. His thick, veined cock drove into her with a wet, obscene sound, stretching her impossibly, and the candlelight shimmered over the sheen of sweat and slick that now clung to both their bodies.

“Ahhh—fuck, look at you… my sweet little sacrifice, my perfect vessel…” His voice was ragged now, his composure fractured into something primal, guttural. Each thrust was brutal in its devotion, his hips rolling with punishing precision as he filled her to the hilt, the sheer size of him making her whimper and claw at the stone. His muzzle hovered over her neck, fangs grazing her skin as he panted hotly against her pulse, his chest rumbling with growls that vibrated through her body.

Y/N’s golden accessories clinked softly with every movement, her near-transparent silk slipping against sweat-slicked skin, leaving nothing to the imagination as her breasts bounced with each deep thrust. Her cries were raw, unfiltered, high and desperate, and Shadow devoured them like ambrosia. He pinned her wrists with one clawed hand and used the other to anchor her trembling thigh higher, folding her into the perfect angle that let him slam into the deepest part of her, his cock twitching inside her tight heat.

“Ahhh—hahhh… you feel divine… you were made for me, little one, you take me better than any mortal could…” His words tumbled out in filthy, adoring praise, interlaced with growls. “So small… so soft… and yet you grip me like you need my seed… do you? Hnnngh—fuck—do you want me to fill this perfect little body until it drips down your thighs, until the whole temple reeks of us?”

Her only response was a strangled moan, her head tipping back, tears beading at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming stretch and bliss. Shadow licked one away with his long, hot tongue, then claimed her mouth in a kiss so deep and consuming she could barely breathe. His hips moved faster now, a relentless rhythm of devotion and desire, the wet squelch of their joining echoing with every punishing thrust.

His claws dug shallow crescents into her skin as he rutted harder, his massive body dwarfing hers, the altar scraping across the stone floor with the force of his movements. He pulled back just enough to look down at her, at the sight of her stretched around his throbbing length, and a deep, broken sound tore from his chest.

“Ahhh—gods—you… you will unmake me…” he groaned, his voice fraying into near incoherence as his instincts overtook him. “So perfect… so mine… you’ll take every drop, won’t you? My sacred little whore… my offering… ahhh, yes, beg for it… beg for me to ruin you…”

Every thrust now was a worship and a claiming, his pace feral yet reverent, his massive form trembling with the effort to keep from completely breaking her beneath him. Her moans were muffled when he pressed his palm over her mouth, leaning close to whisper against her ear, voice shaking with a mix of love and primal greed.

“Shhh… my treasure… I love every sound you make, but if the others hear, they’ll know… they’ll know how perfectly I’m filling you… hnnghh—fuck—you want that? You want them to hear how good I fuck my little sacrifice?”

The altar shook violently with his next thrust, and she sobbed against his hand, her body convulsing in bliss, milking him, and his hips stuttered as he let out a roar that echoed like thunder in the sacred chamber.

The world narrowed to heat, flesh, and the raw, unrelenting pulse of Shadow’s desire. His entire body coiled over Y/N like a beast in the throes of some primal rite, shadows from the flickering candles painting his form in a mix of monstrous and divine. Every thrust drove her higher on the altar, the stone scraping faintly beneath her back, her golden jewelry clinking in rhythm to the wet, obscene sound of her body taking him. His massive cock bulged against her lower belly with every plunge, the sight making Shadow groan low in his chest, eyes burning with a crimson glow that promised both ruin and worship.

“Ahhh—hahhh—fuck…” His voice cracked, his ancient composure crumbling as he rutted deeper. “Little one… my perfect sacrifice… your body sings for me… you’re swallowing me like you were born for this…” He bent low to lick a hot stripe up her throat, his tongue long and sinful, curling to taste her racing pulse. His words were reverent, filth wrapped in devotion. “So sweet… my goddess… my whore… all mine…”

Y/N writhed, tears streaking her flushed cheeks as the overwhelming stretch edged her closer to a pleasure she could barely comprehend. Her back arched, offering herself as he demanded without words, and her soft, choked whimpers only fueled his need. His hand slid to her belly, pressing down to feel the thick length of himself inside her, and he groaned in pure, guttural ecstasy.

“Feel that?” His tone was ragged, half a growl. “So deep… I’m in your womb, little treasure. No one else—hnnghh—could ever take me like this… fuck…” He kissed her, messy and consuming, tongue thrusting past her lips as if to taste her very cries.

The cult stood in the shadows beyond the altar, silent but ever-present, their faces half-lit by the flame’s dance. Shadow’s ears flicked as if aware of them, and he broke the kiss just enough to murmur against Y/N’s trembling lips.

“They watch… they see you, my perfect sacrifice, stretched so wide for your god…” His hips rolled harder, a punishing rhythm that made her head spin, her nails scraping helplessly at his muscled back. “Every single one of them will leave knowing you were made to be mine.”

The pressure in his gut coiled, unbearable, and he slammed into her one final time with a roar that rattled the chamber. The first spurt of hot, thick release flooded her womb, and he groaned, trembling over her as he kept pumping, his massive cock twitching with each wave. Y/N sobbed in overstimulated bliss, her belly distending slightly from the sheer amount he poured into her. Shadow bit her shoulder, fangs breaking skin, and the coppery tang of blood mixed with candle wax and sweat in the sacred air.

“Mmmmhh… ahhh, fuck… more… you’ll take it all…” His voice was wrecked now, words spilling between guttural groans. He stayed buried to the hilt, grinding his hips as if to force every drop deep inside. His cum leaked around the seal of her tightness in slow, sticky rivulets, sliding over her ass and dripping to the stone below, obscene in its volume.

Still, he wasn’t done. His body shuddered with inhuman stamina, another gush of heat making her whimper, her nails digging into his back as the altar creaked under his weight. He pulled back just far enough to watch the mess he made, a strand of his seed connecting them, and then pushed back in with a growl that sounded both dangerous and worshipful.

“My perfect offering… I could spend the whole night filling you… and you would take it, wouldn’t you?” His clawed hand caught her chin, forcing her teary eyes to meet his. “Say it… tell your god you’ll take every drop…”

Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling and broken with pleasure, but it was enough to send another shudder down his spine. His hips began moving again, slower but deeper, milking his pleasure into her as if he truly intended to breed her until dawn. The cult remained silent, shadows breathing with the rhythm of the obscene, sacred act, as Shadow The Hedgehog worshipped his trembling sacrifice in every way imaginable.

Shadow loomed over Y/N, his form bathed in the golden tremor of the candles, his crimson eyes gleaming with a fevered, unholy adoration. The altar was slick beneath her, both from his release and from the glistening sheen of sweat on her trembling body, her fine silk offering gown clinging in tatters to her curves. His claws traced over her quivering belly, his touch reverent even as his massive cock twitched still inside her, stretching her in a way that felt impossible, unbearable—and yet she craved more.

“My little goddess…” he whispered, his deep voice rolling over her like velvet and smoke, each syllable thick with possession. “So fragile… so human… and yet, your body takes me so perfectly… so greedily. I could worship you for eternity.” He leaned down, his long, heated tongue gliding over her swollen lips, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her tears before capturing her mouth in another hungry kiss. His hips rolled with a slow, deliberate drag, and she felt every ridge and vein of his impossible size, each movement making her jolt, a choked cry spilling into his mouth.

Her nails curled into the muscle of his arms, and he groaned at the sharp sting, the primal satisfaction of her clinging to him, marking him as he marked her. He kissed down her jaw, her throat, her chest, leaving hot trails with his tongue before murmuring against her breast.

“You are mine now… my sacrifice, my worship, my goddess…” His voice deepened to a feral growl as his hips pressed fully into her, grinding to the very hilt. “And I… am yours. I would do anything—spill every drop of myself—to fill this soft little body until it’s overflowing with me…”

Her back arched involuntarily as he began to move with a rhythm that was both tender and relentless, slow but devastatingly deep, each thrust drawing a wet squelch and a tremor of bliss from her trembling frame. The cult’s silent presence only heightened the intimacy of the ritual; the faint sound of their breaths, their robes whispering as they shifted in the shadows, made Y/N’s face flush hotter, knowing they were witnessing how completely her body had yielded to this monstrous, divine hedgehog.

Shadow’s hand slid to her belly, pressing down lightly, and he groaned, the sound raw and heavy.

“Feel that…?” His crimson gaze locked on hers, burning her to the soul. “I’m so deep inside you… making you mine in every way… gods, I can feel myself spilling into you…”

And he was—hot, thick cum still flooding her, his inhuman stamina letting him fill her again and again. It dripped out around his girth, down the curve of her ass, over the sacred stone, soaking the edges of the golden silk they had dressed her in. Shadow licked her cheek slowly, almost lovingly, before kissing her lips again.

“Say it…” he murmured, voice husky and reverent. “Tell your god you want to be my little goddess forever… that you’ll let me keep filling this perfect human body until you can take no more…”

Her voice was a hoarse whisper, broken by pleasure and tears, but he heard it—and it sent a shudder through his massive form. His thrusts quickened, still slow by human standards, but with a force that shook the altar, his cock twitching violently as another surge of thick heat spilled deep into her womb. He groaned into her neck, whispering in that low, ancient tongue that made her body burn with both fear and ecstasy.

“Mine… always mine… I will keep you like this forever… my perfect little goddess, overflowing with me…”

He ground his hips in slow, wet circles, savoring the obscene squelch, the sight of her belly slightly distended, the way her body clenched and milked him greedily. He worshipped her with every filthy word, every tender kiss and every ruthless thrust, until it felt as though time itself bowed to the ritual of their joining.

The altar was warm beneath Y/N’s back, the heat of wax and stone mingling with the molten, sticky wetness that covered her trembling body. Candles flickered low, their golden flames shivering as if in awe of the sight before them—Shadow the Hedgehog, crimson-eyed and glorious, cradling his trembling little human in the aftermath of the ritual. His massive form crouched over her like a shadow made flesh, fur streaked with sweat, his muscles tight and coiled as if restraining some endless hunger. His cock, still half-hard inside her, twitched with every soft whimper she made, and she could feel the obscene fullness of him—his seed heavy in her womb, leaking out in slow, sinful rivulets down her thighs.

Shadow’s claws traced the silk remnants that clung to her skin, tearing one delicate strap and exposing her shoulder to his kisses. His voice, that deep, velvety rumble, vibrated against her flushed skin.

“My little goddess…” he murmured, reverent and dark, one clawed hand cupping her cheek as if she were made of the finest porcelain. “So small… so soft… and yet you’ve taken me, all of me, like you were made for it. Look at you…” His thumb stroked her lower lip, slick with the sheen of sweat and tears. “Ruined… dripping… and still the most divine thing these eyes have ever beheld.”

Y/N could barely respond, her throat raw from choked cries and gasps, her body boneless against the sacred stone. Shadow moved with slow, deliberate care now, easing out of her with a wet, obscene sound that made her shiver. His seed followed, thick and copious, dripping down her thighs and pooling beneath her. The sight made his crimson eyes darken with something primal, possessive.

He gathered her up in his powerful arms, curling her against his chest, her face buried against his fur. His voice dropped into a low, hushed murmur that was only for her, even as the cult knelt in a wide circle around them, their foreheads touching the floor in reverence.

“They bow to you now, little goddess,” he whispered, his words curling like smoke in the night. “My worship… my devotion… my claim… it is all yours. And theirs.” He tilted her face up and kissed her slowly, tasting salt and heat, a kiss of ownership and soft indulgence. “I will keep you like this… always full of me… always worshiped, adored, loved.”

A tremor went through her as he laid her back on his furred lap, letting her legs fall open in shameless display of the mess he had made of her. The cult dared to lift their heads now, and the room filled with the soft sound of their whispered praises, old words in an older tongue, hailing the birth of their goddess. Shadow’s hand stroked her belly tenderly, his thumb circling over the small swell caused by his lingering fullness.

“Do you feel that?” His voice was a low purr, vibrating against her ear. “That’s me inside you… claiming you… blessing you. And I will never stop, my perfect little goddess. I will worship you with this body until yours knows nothing else.”

The candles guttered in the windless room, shadows dancing as he pressed another soft kiss to her temple. Around them, the cult chanted her name, and Shadow smiled, low and dangerous, his love and hunger blending into one unholy vow.

“You are mine now… forever. And I will fill you until your mortal body remembers only me.”

The air shifted the moment Shadow lifted Y/N from the altar, her limp form cradled against his powerful chest. The temple faded into darkness, the flickering candlelight dissolving like smoke, until only the sensation of moving through something thick and otherworldly remained—like sinking into warm ink. Y/N felt weightless, as though gravity itself had let go, and then suddenly, she was surrounded by warmth and velvet shadows that breathed like a living thing.

They had entered his realm.

The ground beneath her bare feet was soft, black mist curling like silk around her ankles, glowing faintly with crimson sparks that pulsed in rhythm with Shadow’s heartbeat. The walls—if they could be called walls—were endless, rippling with shadow as though the entire realm was alive, watching, and listening. Overhead, there was no ceiling, only a vast, starlit void where distant galaxies shimmered and twisted in slow motion. The air was heavy with the scent of him—dark musk and heat—making her dizzy with the memory of his body pressed to hers, of his size splitting her apart and filling her in ways she could still feel.

Shadow carried her to what seemed like a bed carved from the void itself, massive and soft, draped in dark silks that seemed to drink the faint light. He set her down with reverent care, his claws skimming over her arms, her ribs, her thighs, as if he couldn’t resist touching her, worshiping her. The thin silk of her ritual gown clung to her still-damp body, translucent in all the places she was most vulnerable. She shivered, and his deep voice rumbled above her like distant thunder.

“You are mine here,” he said, kneeling over her with the quiet intensity of a predator and a lover in one. His glowing eyes pinned her in place, molten and reverent. “No mortal can touch you. No mortal can see you. In my realm, you are only for me… my goddess of soft skin and trembling thighs.”

His mouth descended slowly, deliberately, tracing kisses along her stomach, each one sending a pulse of warmth into her core. When his tongue finally slid over her, long and thick and sinfully skilled, she arched with a gasp, grabbing at his fur as he licked her open. His tongue was impossibly warm, curling and teasing, drawing out all the lingering ache and replacing it with waves of molten pleasure.

Shadow growled softly against her, the vibration reverberating through her soaked heat. His claws traced her hips while his voice, low and worshipful, slipped into that old language—words that made her pulse race and her body shiver as they seemed to sink into her very bones. Magic, or something like it, hummed through her veins, turning every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, into something both sacred and filthy.

“You taste like divinity,” he murmured between kisses, his lips glistening with her arousal. “My perfect little goddess… soft, trembling, mine to worship, mine to fill. Do you know what you do to me?” His cock, heavy and hard again, pressed against her thigh, hot and throbbing. He stroked himself slowly as he devoured her, the sight almost unreal in its lewd beauty—this godlike beast unraveling for her.

When he finally slid into her again, slow and deep, whispering that same ancient spell that turned the sharp stretch into molten pleasure, she clung to him, barely able to breathe. He moved with tender reverence at first, kissing every inch of her skin, worshiping her with words and touch, but beneath it all was that primal hunger—barely restrained, shaking his massive frame as he tried to hold himself back for her sake.

“Little goddess…” His forehead pressed to hers as he thrust deeper, filling her to the hilt. “I will never tire of this… of you. I could spend eternity worshiping you like this… until your body carries only my mark… my seed… my love.”

Around them, his realm pulsed in time with their bodies, shadows curling like adoring hands, galaxies spinning faster overhead as if the entire universe bowed to this union.

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cherryfcola · 2 days ago

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Can you do Prince!Sonic x Knight!Fem!reader smut where reader feel likes that she isn't worthy of love so she keeps quiet about her feelings towards Sonic until he finds it out from her diary?

(Also could you have a hint of vanilla sex and Praise kink in there?)

Title: Under the Moon, My Queen

Pairing: Prince!Sonic x Fem!Knight!Reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Slow burn to full intimacy, knight/prince dynamic, heavy praise, romantic worship, oral (f!receiving), penetrative smut, filthy loving confessions, body worship, reader self-esteem issues, slight breeding talk,soft dominant Sonic.

💌 A/N: Thank you to the anon who inspired this one—you own my heart for real 🤭💙

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The castle was alive in its own quiet way at dusk, the halls humming softly with the muted resonance of a thousand years of history. Shadows draped themselves across stone walls, long and elegant, where torches licked faintly against the drafty air, their light making the marble floors glisten like shallow water. Prince Sonic’s footsteps were the only sound interrupting the heavy stillness, each padded step reverberating in small echoes that melted into the vast corridors. He always felt a certain freedom in these moments when the day had finally relented, when the court had dispersed, and he could slip out of his royal persona like a too-tight coat. Tonight, his thoughts were fixed on one thing, and one thing only—her. His knight, his protector, the pulse of his days. He wanted to see her, maybe coax her into a spar, maybe run under the moonlight like they used to before the weight of titles and duties began pressing down like a vise. She always laughed at his insistence that she was the only one who could keep up with him, and he always pretended it wasn’t the truth.

When he reached her chamber, the wooden door was ajar just enough to tempt him, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the floorboards in a pale, inviting line. He paused, hand hovering in the air, intending to knock—but something made him hesitate. His ears twitched, attuned to the silence. She wasn’t here. He could feel it. No gentle scrape of armor shifting, no faint inhale or exhale to mark her presence. The air smelled faintly of her soap, floral and clean, touched by steel and leather, that uniquely grounding scent he associated with her and her alone. A flicker of curiosity and the undeniable pull of missing her nudged him forward, and he pushed the door open with quiet care, slipping inside. The room was neat, lived-in but ordered, reflecting her nature. Her armor gleamed softly in the corner, blades stacked with precision against the wall. The bed was made, the sheets still tucked perfectly, which meant she hadn’t yet come to rest. His eyes wandered, cataloging the small tokens of her life—gloves drying on the chair, a satchel half-packed for tomorrow’s patrol.

Then he saw it.

The diary lay abandoned on the edge of her desk, its ribbon marker having fallen to the floor like a dropped whisper. Something in his chest tightened, a pull both cautious and desperate. Sonic was not one to invade another’s privacy. He respected her, revered her even, but the sight of that open page, bathed in pale light as though beckoning him, hit him in a place he couldn’t name. He hesitated, one hand hovering over the worn leather cover, fingers twitching with indecision. She had been distant lately, quiet in a way that gnawed at him. It wasn’t like her to shrink back, to hide behind short answers and polite smiles. He had worried that he had done something wrong, that she was pulling away for reasons he couldn’t fix. And now, here was this—this small, unguarded fragment of her heart laid bare in the moonlight.

His thumb brushed the soft leather before he flipped the book open to the waiting page. Her handwriting was neat but urgent, slanting slightly as though the weight of the words pushed her forward faster than her hand could keep up. His eyes moved across the lines, and each sentence struck him like a stone skipping across still water, rippling deeper and deeper until the surface shattered.

I love him. I love him so much it hurts. I could never tell him. He’s a prince, and I’m… me. A knight, a brute, a wall of armor and duty. I am not soft. I am not worthy. He deserves someone graceful, someone gentle and clever with her words, someone who belongs in silks and gold. I don’t belong in love, and certainly not in his.

Sonic froze. The words blurred for a second, not because he couldn’t read them but because the sudden crush of emotion made his chest heavy, thick with something that was part joy, part ache. Relief washed over him first—because she loved him. She loved him, and the world felt like it had cracked open into light. But right on its heels came a sharp pang of sorrow and anger, a tidal pull in his gut. Not worthy? How could she ever believe that? How could she look at herself—the woman who had stood by him, saved him, understood him in ways no one else ever could—and think she was anything less than his entire world?

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to breathe, to be still. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, feel the warmth of the diary in his hands, as though it had absorbed her own heat in the hours she had spent pouring her soul into its pages. Slowly, with care, he closed the book and returned it to its precise place on the desk, his touch reverent, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. He backed out of the room, quiet as a ghost, letting the door settle into its soft creak before it shut.

His hands flexed at his sides as he walked back into the moonlit hall, his steps slower now, deliberate. The words carved themselves into his mind, into his pulse, into his resolve. He would show her. He would shatter those doubts until there was nothing left but the truth—that he didn’t care for titles, or noble blood, or the soft facades of courtly life. He wanted her, exactly as she was. And tonight, under the full moon, he would make her believe it.

The night had draped the castle grounds in silver, every shadow stretched long and soft, every leaf and blade of grass glimmering with moonlight as if the earth itself had been dipped in frost. The air was cool and faintly damp, carrying the mingled scents of distant pine and the stone garden walls still warm from the day’s sun. Sonic walked the familiar path along the outer courtyard in restless silence, his steps falling slower than usual, his energy contained not by weariness but by thought. He could still feel the weight of the diary in his hands, its phantom pressing against his palm as though reminding him of the words that had shattered and rebuilt his heart in the span of a single breath. He had waited for hours, let the castle fall into full slumber, knowing she would return eventually, knowing that under the veil of night, she would allow herself to be free of the rigid discipline daylight demanded.

When he saw her, the world went still.

She was walking barefoot along the small cobbled path leading away from the knights’ wing, a pale silk robe draped loosely around her form, her hair unbound and cascading like dark water over her shoulders. Moonlight clung to her as if it were made for her, catching on the curve of her cheek, glinting against the soft ripple of fabric at her thighs. Sonic felt his chest tighten, his breath catch for a fraction of a second. He had always thought she was beautiful—ferociously, unapologetically alive in battle, unshakable in her armor—but this softness, this quiet vulnerability of her existing as just herself, stripped of duty… it was like seeing the first bloom of spring after endless winter. He stepped forward, letting the gravel crunch beneath his shoes to announce himself, and her head turned, startled but quickly softened by recognition.

“…Your Highness,” she said softly, though there was a hesitant smile tugging at her lips.

Sonic shook his head, his voice equally soft. “It’s just me tonight. Walk with me?”

There was a brief pause, her eyes flicking to the silver garden and back to him, some instinct warning her to retreat back into the safety of walls and shadows. But then she nodded, a quiet surrender, and together they drifted into the open grass, the tall blades brushing against her calves like whispers. For a time, they simply walked, the night alive only with the soft hiss of the wind and the occasional nightbird calling from the treeline. Sonic’s hands itched with the weight of unspoken words, his heart beating with a mixture of hope and fear that had been foreign to him in battle but felt all-consuming now.

Eventually, they came to the rise just beyond the gardens, a slope where the castle’s shadow gave way to pure silvered meadow. He led her to sit in the cool grass, and she did so with an almost wary grace, folding her legs to one side, her robe fluttering in the soft wind. The moon was full and impossibly bright, casting its light across her face so that he could see every flicker of thought in her eyes, every faint tremor of uncertainty in the way her lips pressed together. They were silent for a moment, letting the beauty of the night hold them in its delicate grasp, until Sonic finally spoke, his voice a low, steady murmur.

“I need you to hear me,” Sonic said at last, his voice low but carrying the kind of quiet command that froze Y/N where she sat. His eyes found hers in the moonlight, and they were so open, so achingly vulnerable, that her chest tightened on instinct. The silver glow caught the faint tremor of his lashes, the curve of his mouth, and though his tone was soft, there was a weight behind it that made her straighten without thinking. “Please… just listen.”

He drew in a breath, as though steadying a heart that had been pounding for far too long, and when he spoke again, every word was measured yet raw. “I love you.”

The world seemed to pause. The wind that had been stirring the grass fell quiet in her ears, the distant night-bird song dulled to nothing but the wild drumming of her own heart. The words hovered between them like spun glass, delicate, impossible, and yet heavier than anything she’d ever carried. Y/N’s lips parted, but no answer came—her mind felt blank, struck silent as though the very stars had leaned close to listen.

Sonic didn’t falter. His voice, tender and unwavering, filled the night in long, flowing ribbons. “I’ve loved you for… I don’t even know how long anymore. It feels like always. You’re the first thought I have when I wake and the last before I sleep, and every moment in between, I’m looking for you. Even in the loudest hall, the busiest court, the bloodiest field—I find you. I look for your face, for the sound of your laugh. I trust you with everything I am, more than I trust myself, more than I trust anyone. And when the weight of all this—” he glanced back at the distant castle walls, their silhouette jagged and cold against the silver sky, “—when it feels like a cage around my chest… it’s you who makes it bearable. It’s you who reminds me why I’m still standing.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of her robe where it pooled in her lap, not taking but asking silently for the permission to continue, his voice softening into something almost reverent. “I’ve carried this for so long, and I tried to bury it because I was afraid—afraid that maybe you’d never see me the way I see you. But tonight, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I couldn’t go another day without telling you that you… you are my whole heart. Everything else could fall away, and I would still choose you.”

Her breath shook, the confession striking something deep and trembling inside her chest. She shook her head slowly, unable to let the warmth of his words fully settle, her fingers curling in the soft folds of her robe as though to anchor herself. “No… no, you… you need someone worthy,” she whispered, her voice breaking like a fragile thing. “Someone gentle, someone soft-spoken, a lady who understands court and politics and how to move in that world. Someone who deserves to sit at your side. I’m…” She swallowed hard, the weight of her own truth tasting bitter. “I’m a knight, Sonic. I’m a brute. I can swing a sword until my arms break, but I can’t… I can’t give you what you need.”

He didn’t let her finish.

His hand rose to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin as if it were the most precious thing he had ever held, and then his lips found hers. The kiss was not rushed, nor shy—it was deep and certain, threaded with a devotion that shattered every wall she had built to protect herself. For one perfect, suspended heartbeat, the world disappeared. There was only the warmth of him, the firm press of his mouth, the moonlight kissing her skin, and the taste of all the years he had silently held this love.

When he drew back, his forehead touched hers, his voice low and thick with feeling, each word a vow.

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever call yourself unworthy. I don’t care about crowns. I don’t care about titles. I don’t care about the politics or the nobles or what anyone else thinks. I don’t want a woman who looks perfect on paper but doesn’t even know who I am when the halls are empty. I want you. Only you. The way you are. The way you fight and burn and live without apology. The way you make me laugh when I think I’ve forgotten how. The way you make me feel like I can breathe, like I’m free, when everything else feels like a prison.”

His thumb lingered against the curve of her cheekbone, and the weight of his gaze pressed into her like a lifeline. She felt the tears before she realized they were hers, hot and stinging, breaking silently down her face as his love wrapped around her like the night itself.

Y/N’s heart felt as though it had been split wide open, every beat raw and exposed in the silver wash of the moonlight. The kiss still burned on her lips, ghosting there like a brand, and yet the warmth of it was drowned beneath the trembling tide of disbelief that surged through her chest. She wanted to fall into him, to let his words be true, to believe in the impossible comfort of what he offered—but years of being the hardened knight, the blade in someone else’s hand, had carved doubt into her bones. Her fingers clenched reflexively at the grass beneath her, grounding her against the wild rush of feeling as her head bowed and shook in a desperate little motion.

“You don’t… you don’t understand,” she whispered, the words brittle and fractured, like shards of glass slipping from her tongue. The robe she wore suddenly felt too fine, too delicate, too unworthy of touching her scarred, battle-roughened skin, and her hands twisted in the silken fabric as if to hide the calloused palms from his eyes. “I’m not… I’m not what you think I am, Sonic. I’m not soft. I’m not the kind of girl who sits on a throne and smiles like she belongs there. I’m a soldier. A sword arm. I’ve killed for this kingdom, bled for it, given everything, but I don’t… I don’t fit in it. I’ve never fit. And you…” She looked at him, her throat closing around the words like they were poison. “You deserve someone perfect. A nobleman’s daughter. Someone beautiful and untouched, someone who can give you a court and a name that means something. Someone who can walk beside you without everyone whispering behind your back that you chose wrong.”

The confession tore its way out of her, leaving her voice trembling and broken, a raw little sound in the quiet night. Her eyes burned, and she hated that he could see her like this—vulnerable, uncertain, small. She dragged in a breath, ready to keep spilling all the jagged pieces of herself, to tell him the hundred reasons why loving her would ruin him, why she was nothing but a brute dressed up in silk for a night that wasn’t meant for her—

“Stop.”

The single word, quiet and firm, cut through her like the clean edge of a blade. Sonic leaned closer, and the look in his eyes rooted her to the spot—so much heat and tenderness wrapped together, an unshakable certainty that made the air feel heavy. His voice lowered, threaded with something unyielding.

“Do you really think I don’t see you? That I haven’t always seen all of you?” he said, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek as if to hold her in place, to keep her from sinking into the self-loathing that threatened to swallow her whole. “I know you’re a fighter. I know your hands are rough, and your knuckles scarred. I know your laugh is loud, and your temper’s worse. I know you can face a dozen soldiers without flinching, but you’re afraid of letting someone hold your heart. And you think that makes you unworthy, but, Y/N…”

He drew a shuddering breath, his thumb brushing the damp trail of her tears like they were the most sacred thing he’d ever touched. “That’s why I love you. Because you’re real. You are fire and steel and everything that makes life feel alive. You’re the only one who has ever made me feel like I’m not just running in circles, like there’s something worth stopping for. I don’t care if you don’t know politics. I don’t care if the court whispers. I don’t care if you’ve killed or bled or burned to stand here now. All I care about is you. Only you. And if the rest of the world can’t see how perfect you are, then the world is blind.”

Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling in a jagged rhythm as the words sank deep into the cracks of her doubt, filling them with warmth that hurt almost as much as it healed. Sonic leaned in, his voice softening, wrapping around her like a promise.

“Let me love you,” he whispered. “Let me show you that you’re everything I’ve ever wanted… everything I’ll ever need. Please… just let me.”

The night seemed to hold its breath with her, the moon spilling silver light across their skin as her heart warred against her mind, against the years of self-denial. She felt the weight of his sincerity, the truth in his every word, and for the first time in her life, she let herself teeter on the edge of believing she could be loved.

The world narrowed to the space between them, to the warmth of his breath ghosting over her lips, to the steady drum of his heartbeat that she swore she could feel in the air itself. Y/N didn’t even realize she was leaning into him until his hand slid from her cheek to the curve of her neck, his thumb resting lightly against the fragile pulse there, grounding and electrifying all at once. The night had swallowed the world into stillness, the only sounds the whisper of the wind through the grass and the far-off song of some nocturnal bird. It was as if the world itself had decided to fall silent to witness what was about to happen, the moon hanging high and bright, spilling its light like silver silk over their entwined shadows.

When Sonic kissed her again, it was different—slower, deeper, a steady claiming of every ounce of air in her lungs. Her robe slipped slightly from one shoulder, the soft silk gliding over her skin like a second, cooler kiss, and his hand followed instinctively, tracing the line of her collarbone with a reverence that made her shiver. His touch was gentle but firm, as if he wanted to memorize her, every curve and dip, every tremor that raced through her body beneath the delicate barrier of silk. Y/N clutched at his chest in return, fingers curling into the soft fur there, her mind spinning with the contrast between his steady, deliberate movements and the chaos he left in her chest.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against her lips, his voice a low thread of warmth that pulled straight at her core. “Don’t be afraid of me… or of this. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

The words melted into her bones, and she realized her trembling wasn’t fear—it was the sheer weight of being wanted, the overwhelming, dizzying heat of his presence pressed so close. His hands moved with unhurried intent, pushing the robe aside until the night air kissed more of her skin, and the faint heat of his palms followed, sliding over her waist, her back, mapping her like she was the only terrain that had ever mattered. The moonlight gleamed on her, painting her bare skin in silver, and Sonic’s eyes drank her in with a hunger that was both tender and unrelenting.

He guided her down into the grass, his body covering hers without ever making her feel trapped, his strength caged around her like a shield rather than a restraint. The earth was cool beneath her, grounding her even as she felt herself floating in the dizzying intimacy of his touch. Sonic’s lips left hers only to travel down the slope of her jaw, to her neck, where he pressed soft kisses and occasional nips that drew breathy gasps from her throat. He lingered there, worshiping every vulnerable inch of her skin as if the act alone could banish every doubt she’d ever held about being loved.

“You’re mine,” he said softly, the words sinking into her like a vow, his breath hot against her pulse. “Not because I own you… but because I choose you. Because I’ve always chosen you.”

Her body arched into him involuntarily, a helpless reaction to the way his hands began to explore more boldly, skimming over the curve of her hips, tracing the outer line of her thigh through the parted silk of her robe. Each touch was careful yet commanding, drawing out sounds she hadn’t known she could make, little breathless whimpers that made his ears twitch with delight. He nuzzled into her neck, catching the scent of her skin beneath the faint perfume of the night air, and the deep rumble of his voice followed.

“Let me show you how much I love you, Y/N… let me worship every inch of you until there’s no room left in your heart for doubt.”

The grass whispered beneath them as he shifted, settling between her legs with a patience that somehow felt like dominance in itself, as though every measured motion reminded her that he was in control of the rhythm, of the night, of her very heartbeat. The first press of his mouth lower along her collarbone sent a bolt of heat straight to her core, and her hands instinctively clutched at his fur again, clinging as the world around them blurred into sensation and the relentless pull of gravity that drew her toward him, always toward him.

Moonlight, the soft hush of the wind, the weight of him above her, the heady perfume of grass and fur and silk—all of it wrapped around her like a spell. Y/N let her eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the slow burn of his worship as he kissed, touched, and coaxed her into forgetting that there had ever been a life before this moment.

The night air felt almost heavy with the scent of grass and earth, tinged with the faint sweetness of the flowers just beyond the meadow, and Y/N thought she might dissolve into it entirely as Sonic’s lips trailed further down her body. Every kiss was a declaration, every lingering press of his mouth to her skin a whispered promise that she belonged to him in a way that no court or crown could ever claim. He adored her, and she could feel it in the way he slowed down as though memorizing her, his hands sweeping reverently along her curves, his thumbs brushing faint circles that left tingles in their wake. The silk robe clung to her in damp patches from the heat between them, slipping open just enough for the moonlight to cast her in silver and shadow.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her stomach, the words vibrating through her skin and sinking into her bones. “Do you even know what you do to me? What it’s like, every day, having to act like I don’t want to fall to my knees for you?” He punctuated his question with a slow drag of his tongue along the sensitive line of her lower belly, and her back arched helplessly against the soft grass, a broken gasp tumbling from her lips.

He smiled against her skin, a soft, tender curve of his mouth, and yet his hands gripped her thighs with a quiet hunger that made her pulse jump. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice low and reverent. “Give me those little sounds, Y/N. I love your voice… I want every part of you. I want to see you come undone because of me.” His breath was warm, teasing, and she felt herself trembling under the intensity of his gaze as he pulled the last barrier of silk from her legs, baring her entirely to the night.

The first glide of his tongue against her core was devastatingly slow, like he was savoring the very taste of her, and her fingers immediately twisted into his fur as if she could anchor herself against the rush of sensation. He hummed, a low sound of approval that vibrated through her, and when he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was wrecked with awe and hunger.

“Perfect… you’re perfect. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted… my goddess…” He mouthed at her again, deeper this time, and she couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past her lips, the sound pulled from the deepest part of her chest. Sonic’s hands slid higher to hold her open for him, his thumbs stroking little soothing patterns as if to remind her he was there, that she was safe in his worship.

Y/N’s mind blurred into sensation as he worked her with an almost otherworldly patience, alternating between slow, languid strokes and sudden, deliberate flicks that made her hips jerk involuntarily. Her voice rose in soft cries, and each time, he praised her through it, his words spilling between kisses and licks.

“That’s it… let me hear you… You taste like heaven… my strong, brave girl, the one I’ve been dreaming of… You’re everything. Everything.”

When his tongue dipped deeper, exploring her with a hunger barely restrained by his need to keep her comfortable, she felt the edges of herself dissolve, the world narrowing to the overwhelming heat and devotion of his mouth. He groaned against her when her thighs quivered, and the sound was so raw with desire that it dragged another broken moan from her chest.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, pulling back just long enough to meet her half-lidded gaze. His fur was ruffled, his mouth wet with her, and yet he smiled like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered. “You’re so good for me… the way you taste, the way you tremble… I could spend forever here, making you feel like this. You deserve it.”

And with that, he dove back in, faster now, more insistent, the praise and the heat and the endless moonlit worship rolling over her like a wave.

Sonic’s mouth left her reluctantly, as if it pained him to part from her taste, and Y/N was left trembling in the moonlight, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The night seemed quieter now, as though the wind and the grass were holding their breath with her, waiting for what would come next. Sonic rose over her, his shadow falling across her body, silvered edges of moonlight catching in his fur. His hands, warm and trembling with restrained want, cupped her face for a moment as he kissed her again—slow, reverent, his tongue sweeping against hers with the same devotion he’d just shown her body. When he pulled back, his breath mingled with hers, and his eyes burned like molten gold in the pale light.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked with the weight of everything he’d been holding back. “I need you. I’ve never needed anything like this before. Please… let me show you how much I love you.”

Her only response was a small nod, dazed and eager, and he groaned softly, his forehead falling to rest against hers for a brief, grounding heartbeat. His hands slid down her body, pausing to trace the curves of her breasts, her waist, her hips, like he was memorizing her all over again. Every touch was deliberate, sending sparks skittering across her skin. She shivered as he pressed the head of his cock against her, the thick, heated weight of him so much more than she’d ever imagined, and a shudder ran down her spine at the realization of just how big he was.

The first push was slow—agonizingly slow—as he eased himself into her, stretching her inch by inch, her body fluttering and clenching helplessly around him. The world blurred to sensation: the heat of his body pressed to hers, the low rumble of his groan against her ear, the way the grass bent under her splayed fingers as she struggled to ground herself against the overwhelming fullness. Sonic’s hand found hers, threading their fingers together, while his other hand stroked her thigh soothingly, encouraging her to relax.

“God… you feel like heaven,” he murmured, his voice shaking with barely contained restraint. “So warm… so tight around me… You’re perfect, Y/N. Mine… all mine…”

He waited, letting her adjust, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the soft spot below her ear, whispering little praises and confessions against her skin. And when she finally gave a soft, needy sound, he began to move, slow and deliberate, drawing almost all the way out before sinking back into her with a pace that made the night spin. Each thrust was a wave of sensation, thick and consuming, the wet sound of their bodies joining mixing with her soft whimpers and his quiet groans.

Moonlight gilded his fur, the silver sheen catching on the beads of sweat forming along his neck and the sheen on her skin where his hands had traveled. His eyes never left her face, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, as though her pleasure was his lifeblood. He shifted slightly, angling his hips, and a sharp moan tore from her throat as he hit the spot that sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body.

“That’s it,” he whispered, panting softly, his movements quickening just a little as he lost himself in her heat. “You’re so good for me… taking me so well… I could stay inside you forever… My brave girl, my love, my everything…”

The rhythm became a slow, hypnotic dance, the wet slap of his thrusts and the low rustle of the grass around them punctuating the whispered promises and sweet praises. Every sense was consumed: the smell of grass and warm earth, the taste of his kisses, the feel of his fur against her bare skin, the sound of his voice breaking into groans each time she squeezed around him. She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his hips, and he groaned, burying his face in her neck as his pace stuttered, desperate and adoring all at once.

Sonic’s control began to fray with every thrust, the careful, measured movements giving way to something rawer, needier, as if he couldn’t help but chase the heat coiling between them. His breath hitched against Y/N’s neck, warm and uneven, his fur damp where it brushed her skin. He pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes molten with love and desire, the moonlight catching in their depths like liquid gold. His hips rolled into hers with a little more force now, the rhythm gaining a hungry edge, and her soft gasp sent a tremor through him.

“God, Y/N… you don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, voice roughened with the strain of holding himself back. “You’re perfect… so perfect for me. I swear, I’ll make you my queen. I’ll worship you every night… every day… until the whole world knows you’re mine.”

His words spilled against her lips, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was wetter, hotter than before, his tongue sliding against hers as his hips pressed her deeper into the grass. Her body clung to him, helpless and pliant, and he groaned at the feel of her squeezing around him, every flutter making his vision white-hot. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the night, slick and shameless, blending with the soft rustle of leaves and the low hum of nocturnal life.

Sonic broke the kiss with a gasp, his forehead pressing to hers as he whispered against her trembling lips. “You’re mine… my goddess… my everything… I’ll never let anyone else have you. You hear me? I’ll spend my whole life showing you how much I love you…” His thumb brushed along her jaw, then trailed down to stroke over her breast as he thrust into her with a slow, grinding roll that made her whimper. “Every part of you is for me, Y/N… and every part of me is yours…”

Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails lightly scraping his fur, and the sensation sent him shuddering, hips jerking as he fought not to lose himself completely. He kissed her again, desperate and consuming, swallowing the little noises she made as he moved faster, his weight pressing her deliciously into the soft earth. The moonlight painted their joined bodies in silver, highlighting the sweat glistening on her chest and the subtle tremor in his arms as he braced himself over her.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, voice breaking into a reverent whimper, “so warm, so perfect, like you were made for me… I could stay buried inside you forever… I swear I’ll fill you until you can’t think of anything but me.” He leaned down to mouth along her throat, laving her skin with slow, wet kisses, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just under her jaw. “My brave girl… my beautiful queen… let me love you the way you deserve…”

Each thrust now carried an edge of desperation, the pleasure twisting sharp and deep, his hips stuttering as he felt himself nearing the brink. He whispered in an almost prayerful tone, promising her the world, promising to love her in every way imaginable, his words breaking into groans each time she clenched around him.

The night seemed to hold its breath as Sonic finally let go of his restraint, surrendering to the tidal wave of heat and devotion that had been building in him from the first moment he touched her. His pace grew erratic, desperate, each thrust deep and deliberate, his hips driving into Y/N with a hunger that made the soft grass beneath them quiver. Their bodies moved in a rhythm that felt older than words, a dance between moonlight and shadows, love and carnal need. The sound of slick, wet friction filled the night, mingled with her breathy whimpers and his husky groans, the music of two souls that had finally found each other.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked as he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes wide and molten, shimmering in the pale light. “You’re… God, you’re perfect… I can’t— I can’t hold back anymore.” His words broke apart with a ragged moan as her legs tightened around his hips, drawing him in deeper, her body arching beneath his with a helpless, instinctive need. He kissed her with feverish devotion, tongue tasting every soft gasp, his fur bristling with the shiver of pure bliss racing up his spine.

Every sense sharpened to the edge of unbearable pleasure. The smell of crushed grass and night-blooming flowers swirled with the scent of her skin, the faint salt of sweat on her neck that he licked in a shuddering, reverent stroke. Her body wrapped around him like the only home he’d ever known, soft and clinging, every pulse and squeeze a siren’s call that had him groaning against her throat. He could feel her trembling under his hands, her fingers curling into his shoulders, her voice breaking into sweet, desperate sounds that only he would ever hear.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her lips, the words nearly a growl now, molten with love and possession. “My queen… my goddess… my everything. I’ll love you ‘til the stars fall, I swear it… I’ll never let you go. I’ll fill you… make you remember me every time you close your eyes.” He punctuated each promise with a deep, grinding thrust that had her back arching into the cool night air, her silk robe slipping further from her shoulders until moonlight kissed every inch of bare skin he worshipped.

The pressure coiled tighter, a hot, electric knot in his core, and he buried his face in her neck, gasping, “Y/N… I—God, I love you—I love you so much…” His hips moved faster, rougher now, chasing that rapturous edge as her body fluttered around him, drawing him deeper into the molten heat of her. She cried out softly, and he swallowed the sound in a kiss, muffling it with his tongue as he spilled over the edge with a guttural groan, holding her hips flush against him as wave after wave of bliss tore through him.

He trembled, utterly undone, his chest heaving against hers as he pressed soft kisses along her cheek and temple, whispering his love over and over like a mantra, voice thick with awe and reverence. Even as the aftershocks rippled through him, he stayed buried inside her, unwilling to break the connection, his thumb stroking tender circles on her hip. The moon bathed them in silver as he whispered, low and worshipful, “You’re everything to me, Y/N… my heart, my home… my queen.”

The world felt soft and distant in the wake of their shared bliss, the cool night air brushing across Y/N’s flushed skin like a lover’s sigh. She was boneless against the grass, every limb heavy and trembling, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Her silk robe clung loosely to her body, sliding against her damp skin as the last vestiges of moonlight traced the sheen of sweat along her neck and collarbone. She felt… spent, overflowing with warmth, her heart a hazy pulse of love and contentment. When Sonic’s shadow fell over her, she barely stirred, only managing a soft sound as he bent and scooped her into his arms with the kind of ease that spoke of both his strength and the care he always carried for her.

“Easy, love… I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice thick and low, every word laced with devotion. His chest was warm against her cheek, his fur soft and carrying that faint electric scent of him, something wild and familiar all at once. She nestled instinctively against him, her arms weakly looping around his shoulders as he began to walk, each step slow and measured, as though he were afraid to jostle her from the cocoon of post-bliss haze she was wrapped in. “You were perfect tonight… my perfect girl. My queen…”

The castle loomed silently in the distance, its tall windows catching silver shards of moonlight. Sonic’s boots whispered over the grass and stone as he carried her inside, the quiet halls amplifying the steady rhythm of his footsteps and the soft, hushed words he murmured against her hair. “You don’t know… you don’t even know how long I’ve dreamed of holding you like this. How long I’ve wanted to tell you… to make you feel how much I love you. You’re everything, Y/N… you’re mine.” His voice cracked, almost reverent, as if the truth was too big for him to contain.

She was floating somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, lulled by his heartbeat and the tender sway of his arms. Every whisper seemed to soak into her skin, weaving love and safety into the marrow of her bones. He nudged his chamber door open with a shoulder, the dim candlelight flickering over the room’s walls and casting them in gold. Carefully, he laid her on the bed, the soft sheets cool beneath her bare thighs, and pressed a kiss to her temple, then another to her cheek.

“You rest now, my love,” he whispered, his thumb stroking slow, adoring circles over her jaw. “I’ll stay right here… won’t let anything happen to you. Sleep knowing you’re my heart, my home… my most precious treasure. Always.” He pulled the blanket over her, tucking her in like she was the most precious thing in the world, and Y/N drifted into sleep to the warmth of his body curling around hers and the soft hum of his love whispered into the night.

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