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cat-or-kitten · 2 months ago

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HIS BRIDE (Sylus x Reader)

Wordcount: 5.1k

Summary: you married King Sylus as a politcal ploy, only to never interact. But one dinner with the King of the Undersea is enough to unveil all that was held back...

Tags: smut, King!Sylus x reader, King!Rafael x reader, jealous!Sylus, Royal Court AU, arranged marriage trope,

Warning: 18+ content, MDNI

A/N: not edited or proof read! just wanted to write some Sylus smut and this is what I got lol hope you enjoy

It was barely dawn when the maids knocked on my door.

‘Your Majesty, you need to get up or the water will grow cold.’

The grumble barely left my mouth, smothering my face further into the pillow. Maybe a few seconds would allow my sweet release of death. I inhale deeply, feeling the soft burn of my lungs as I find it difficult to breathe in further. So it has come to this, smothering myself in my pillow. Pitiful.

The knocks continued, ‘Your Majesty?’

I huffed. This isn’t going to work. I ripped my face off the pillow, turning to the side to face the window. The stained glass rippled the light scattering amber coloured shards into the bedroom. I squinted as the sun barely peered through the clouds. The soft chattering of the palace grounds barely reached the window sill. Instead, the ‘privacy’ of solitude filled the air deafening me. The quietness got to me pounding through my mind. I was officially going insane.

I feel over the cool linen as my hands run across the bed sheets. It was cold as always. Gods forbid Sylus’ would ever spend the night in bed. Not that it was part of the agreement. That much I can agree with. However it did not fail to annoy me that on the other side of that mahogany door, a few paces away down the hallway, stood another mahogany door that held Sylus’ own bedchamber.

Was I that revolting? Could he really not share the same bed as his own wife?

It was the third knock, a rather hurried incessant tempo, that brought me to my feet.

I was fond of the maids. They were all young girls who never spoke too much or too little. Enough to entertain my boredom but drew the line whenever I bribed them to let me leave the palace grounds. And I have tried everything. Jewels, gowns, silk shoes. I even tried to trade my wedding gown for one of the maids' aprons in an attempt to disguise myself and run away through the underground kitchen. There was a backdoor hidden behind the old spice cabinet. I had found it one evening when Sylus’ had dismissed me from dinner to attend another ‘business meeting’.

It was always business with him. Not that I expected anything less, afterall I was a business deal in itself. A marriage forged in alliances. An infinite supply of allies and weapons. A political ploy to strengthen two kingdoms. I was practically a gift wrapped in white lace and ribbons.

The knocks grew louder. I frowned, not bothering to tie the black lace robe around my waist as I padded barefoot to the door. The whole floor was only accessible to maids and the royal couple. I had no fear of appearing bare. I reached for the doorknob and swung it open. ‘Lillibeth what is the matter that is so urgent–’

‘Good morning, Your Majesty.’

Sylus stood within the doorframe. To no surprise, he was already dressed at this hour in a dark red shirt and black pants. His hair is always perfectly styled. Not a strand of ivory out of place. My frown deepened even more at his chuckle. ‘No good morning kiss?’

I scoff and his eyes drift down to my bare chest. The matching black lace nightgown suddenly grew tighter around me as my breaths quickened. I quickly pull the tie around my waist. ‘What do you want Sylus?’

His eyes were garnet in the low lighting of the hallway. I could stare into them for hours and not even feel the day go by. It was pathetic how attracted I was to him. To his ivory hair. To his golden skin. To his scent of oud and forest. I could even smell him from here and I fought every pull of my body not to bury my nose into his chest and take a whiff. Get a grip. He barely even looks at me.

A smile tugs onto the corner of his lips. ‘The girls have your bath drawn,’ he explains. ‘Unless you intend on sleeping for the whole day I suggest you grant them mercy and let them bathe you.’

I chew on the inside of my cheek. ‘I am very capable of bathing myself.’

A flash of ruby crossed his eyes as the King’s eyes waved over me once more, ‘I have no doubt of that. But if you want them to get out of your hair you’ll need to let them do their job.’

I huffed, leaning against the door frame, ‘I’ll let them bathe me if I can go out into the forest today.’

The laugh that erupted from Sylus sent a chill down my spine. ‘We both know that can’t happen, Kitten,’ he explained, ‘Besides, if you went out today you’d be late for tonight’s affair.’

My eyes narrowed, ‘Affair?’

He wore a cool mask of indifference as he looked past my shoulder and into the bedroom. ‘Tonight the King of the Undersea will be joining us. He wants to discuss the trading of pearls and rare treasures through our merchants and trade roads.’

His eyes fell back onto me, ‘He also specifically requested you to join us.’

The King of the Undersea, Rafael, was undeniably beautiful.

He was also making eyes at me every other minute.

At first I thought I was hallucinating. After all, why would the King of a magnificent underwater kingdom take notice in me? But after a few looks and the lingering of his fingertips as he passed me my glass of wine– I knew he had taken some interest in me. The reason in which was still unknown.

Sylus had taken note of this as well. I can see his eyes dancing between me across the long dark oak table and towards the violet haired King sitting beside him. I threw my head back as the sweet cherry wine lined my throat. Perhaps Sylus would allow Rafael to warm my bed this evening. I wouldn’t be surprised. It would be good political relations and all that other bullshit.

Wincing at the bitter aftertaste, I rest the goblet down onto the emerald tablecloth.

The King of the Undersea laughs and it sounds like a siren song casting its spell onto me. His cerulean gaze fixates on me with amusement. ‘You have such a stunning bride Sylus,’ he hums, drumming his fingertips along the stem of his goblet. He turned his head towards Sylus, ‘Such a shame I had missed the wedding.’

Sylus, wearing a bored look on his face, continued to cut into his dinner of steamed salmon and scallops. The palace cooks spared no expense in lining the table with hundreds of plates. An array of extravagant seafood lay across the tabletop in honor of our guest this evening. I feign a soft smile as I take a bite of my squid. ‘There was not much to miss Your Majesty,’ I assured as his eyes sparkled in delight of my attention, ‘It was a very small wedding.’

‘A small wedding?’ he asks incredulously. He must have been on his fourth glass of wine by this time. His hands splayed on the table as he leaned back in astonishment, clattering his plates. ‘If you were my bride,’ he says, bringing his hands to his chest, ‘I would have the entire ocean bear witness to such beauty marrying me.’

‘And please my beauty,’ he leans in, ‘Call me Rafael.’

The far space between us suddenly felt all too close as his sapphire eyes bore into mine. I couldn’t deny that he was also beautiful. Dressed in an ivory shirt with a velvet navy jacket. The lapels are adorned with various gemstones and pearls. His violet hair fell into waves across his forehead. He was a young King, younger than the one I had married sitting across from me. But his youthful charm had no doubt made me feel lighter than I ever did in the last six months of living in this castle.

‘Thank you…’ I smile, ‘Rafael.’

His warm gaze was a breath of fresh air. No doubt the complete opposite of Sylus’ carnelian gazes of boredom, tease, and indifference gifted upon me.

The walk to the ladies’ room was airy and warm as the cherry wine finally found its way to my head. I giggled and hiccuped as the diamond on my heels caught onto the red rug of the corridor. I had waved off numerous maids and waiters who tried to assist me through the castle floors. But I wore my serious face, my royal mask, and allowed them to let me walk through the dark corridors alone.

Where was the bathroom again?

Gods this dinner is so boring. Besides the flirty smiles and a few more lingering gazes, I grew tired of Rafael and Sylus’ discussions on trade and treasure. What’s a girl got to do for some entertainment around here?

I huff and lean against the cool stone wall, my head cushioned by the ridiculous curls Lilibeth had set into it. My fingers found their way into the nest of hair, picking and pulling apart the numerous hair pins. I let them fall onto the floor, kicking them away under my gown. I sigh and pick at the endless billows of dark red fabric. I had let the maids poke and prod and squeeze and tightlace myself into this dress all afternoon. And I wanted nothing more than to rip it all into shreds and run away naked into the moonlit forest.

‘That sounds very tempting.’

Rafael stood beside me, his side pressed against the stone wall with a wide grin on his face. Shit, did I say that out loud?

‘Yes you did,’ he laughed, pushing himself off the wall as lilac tresses fell into his eyes, ‘And I would love nothing more than to accompany you.’

My hair fell onto my shoulders loosening out of its unnatural updo as I shook my head. Heat flushed my face as I covered my eyes, ‘Oh Gods I am so sorry Your Majesty I did not mean–’

Peonies and saltwater. That’s what he smelled like as large hands wrapped around my wrists. I stilled as Rafael stood close to me, peeling my hands away from my face. I avoid his gaze, finding a small patch of carpet more interesting than his lingering stare. My chest heaved. Gods I should not have had that last glass of wine.

‘I told you to call me Rafael,’ he murmured barely above a whisper.

There was no one else in the corridor save a scurrying waiter across the doorway. The sconces above us burned and crackled as its flames cast a glow. ‘I’ll be honest with you,’ he whispered, ‘I did not care for news of Slyus’ marriage.’

His fingers were cold as he reached for me, tipping my chin up with the curl of his hand. ‘But when I heard rumors of how beautiful his bride was,’ he let out an amused laugh, ‘I had to witness you for myself.’

‘And what is your judgement?’ I test.

Mischief danced in Rafael’s sapphire eyes as he leaned in closer. I pressed myself further into the wall, the stone now warming into my skin. Bringing one arm on top of me, he braced himself against the wall and caged me in. ‘Tell me,’ he smiled, ‘Is it true that you have not slept in the same bed? Even after all this time?’

I bit my tongue. His sudden questions now sobering the cloud in my mind.

The look on my face was his answer as his head drops and his shoulders shake. He was laughing hysterically. ‘Oh Gods he really is a war obsessed fool.’ Rafael shook his head as flames spread across my cheeks. The King of the Undersea sighed and leaned in closer. The tip of his nose brushed against mine and my breath hitched.

‘If you were my bride, I’d have you every night.’

I swallowed.

‘I’d have you in my bed every fucking night,’ he murmured, leaning into my side. ‘I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.’ His lips skimmed the shell of my ear as he continued, ‘Sylus’ is a smart man hiding a treasure like you from me.’

I blinked away the hazy light as Rafael drew back to stare into me. My breaths have become shallow. My throat was dry. The cherry wine fully digested into my system. The corridor was silent but the faint pants of my staggered breath. I watched nervously as Rafael smirked, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

My fingernails clawed against the stone wall, clinging onto anything. Gods, when was the last time I had been kissed?

Besides the wedding and a few stable boys from my Father’s estate, I never really had much experience. And even in the loneliest of nights, when I used myself as pleasure and company, my mind would often drift to that door. Just outside mine. Just across the hallway.

Rafael leaned in and I braced myself.

Only his lips had never met mine. Fluttering open my eyes, it took a few seconds to register the sight. Rafael on the floor holding his cheek. Sylus standing above him, shoulders shaking.

‘My wife is off limits,’ his deep voice filled the air.

My body froze. The King of the Undersea was merely tossed onto the floor and looked up in a fit of rage. ‘How dare you–’

The King standing sent him a look I could only describe as a silent promise of death as the shadows of the corridor grew darker. They crawled onto the floor, filling the space in darkness. Rafael held himself up, his hands gripping the floor. ‘It’s not my fault your wife wanted me,’ he spat, glancing at me, ‘Maybe if you fucked her good then she wouldn’t be giving looks all night–’

Sylus spared no thought at bringing his fist back down to the King’s cheek. The shadows quickly swallowed the floor and covered him whole and Rafael never finished his sentence.

The last King standing turned towards me. My teeth were chattering at this point and I couldn’t keep still. Sylus’ power was no fable, that much I knew. And yet it never occurred to me just how powerful the man was.

Sensing my fear, he took a cautious step towards me. I make note of his dishevelled top half untucked from his trousers. His previously styled hair ruffled as if he had been tugging onto them madly.

His familiar scent filled me as he stood close. His arms remained still by his side. The shadows now dissipate and the candles flickering gold across his features. Even now, he hasn't touched me.

His eyes were almost vermillion in the candle light. ‘Did he touch you?’

‘What?’

‘Did he touch you?’ he demands, his hands tense and wide like claws.

My eyes fall down to my dress.

A dark shadow creeps from the stone wall, brushing against my arm. Fear never reached me. Instead, the dark embrace caressed my skin. My eyes peered up at him, ‘No.’

‘Good,’ Sylus said before slamming his lips onto mine.

My bed was already made by the time Sylus’ pushed through the heavy wooden door. He wasted no time, no space as he pressed his lips into mine. His lips were soft and his tongue swept and caressed mine. He tasted of honey and mint, exploring every curve of my mouth. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as his large hands gripped either side of my waist pulling me flush against him.

His large frame towered over me as he walks us through the room. Dark shadows pushed the door shut and a gust of wind fanned away the skirt of my dress. His mouth never leaves mine as I feel the bedframe hit the back of my legs. I pant with heavy breaths as I pull myself off him, hands placed against his large chest. I feel the hot muscle heave as his scarlet eyes stare down at me.

‘If I have you, there’s no going back,’ he says, hands running up and down my hips. I let out a soft gasp as one hand reaches back to the curve of my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

‘You had me,’ I counter, ‘Even when our doors were closed, you always had me.’

A low growl erupts from Sylus as he pulls me close, tracing his nose along my neck. My head falls back, the curls of my hair now loose and wild. He laps at a sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, biting and nibbling. My hands cling to him tightly, my eyes closing to savour the feeling.

‘That’s right,’ he hummed in agreement, ‘You were always mine.’

He continued to press wet kisses onto my searing skin. I needed him. Now.

My fingers blindly search for the buttons of his shirt and he breaths a heady laugh. He pulls back before pushing me down onto the bed. I yelp out at the force before bracing myself up by the elbows. I watch as Sylus makes quick work of his shirt. The buttons slowly undoing and revealing his glorious golden skin. The corded muscles of his arms move and tease as he pulls his shirt off, discarding it into the dark corners of my room.

Like a predator enticing his prey, Sylus makes his way over me. He pulls a pillow from above me, placing it under me before I lay down. He licks his lips before leaning down into me.

‘What took you so long?’ I whispered.

Sylus stilled. His brow furrows as he holds himself up above me.

"We were married in the Summer,’ I whispered, fingers smoothing against the velvet sheets, ‘A season has passed until you finally noticed me…’

I willed tears not to fall onto the pillow as I blinked up at him. I needed to know. I needed to know if his kisses were because of Rafael. Or if his touch meant something more.

The cool autumn night filled the room. The low light of the fireplace illuminating the contemplative stare above me. I watched nervously as he closed his eyes momentarily. His ivory lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he took in a deep breath. ‘You don’t know how often I thought about this,’ he began.

‘I think of you all the time. From the day of our wedding. I have thought of you. How beautiful you are. How perfect you are. Your soft voice. Your caring eyes. I knew how much you hated this marriage, this alliance forged by our Kingdoms. I did not want you to think that you had to do anything for me because of this,’ he explained.

‘I didn’t want to touch you and have you think this was some duty of mine. Or that you were obligated to spend your nights with me because of the band around your finger. You were always free to do what you wanted.’

My eyes narrowed, ‘But I could not leave the palace grounds-’

His eyes opened, worry and concern in his eyes. ‘You are the wife of King Sylus. That automatically makes you a target.’

I swallow the lump in my throat.

‘Being married to a man like me should not be the reason for your death.’

His eyes shut again, an inner conflict feuding within himself as he bites his tongue. ‘I told your Father that a marriage wouldn’t be necessary. That we could have peace between us regardless. But he insisted that I protect you.’

‘I wanted you from the moment I saw you walk through those doors.’

‘All you had to do was knock on my door,’ he confessed, ‘And I would be yours.’

I reached forward, clasping my hands around his neck to pull him down onto me. My lips parted eagerly as Sylus slotted his mouth against mine. It was warm and desperate. His kisses pushed me further into the mattress as his hands made way over my dress.

I moaned as he haphazardly pulled down the corset, exposing my breasts. ‘Fuck,’ he muttered as his large hands began kneading my soft flesh. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he rasps before sinking down and covering my nipples with his mouth. I cry out, a wave of pleasure crashing into myself as I squirm under him.

His tongue swirled around my nipples, his tongue leaving a trail of wetness as he laps between both breasts. His teeth tugged at the sensitive buds, my back arching for more.

My hands reach and tug along his ivory hair, ‘That feels so good.’

Sylus chuckles and hums as his hands rip off the rest of my dress. I gasp at the sudden bite of cool air on my naked torso. His mouth releases from my breast and he pulls back to look at me. His shadows make quick work of removing the rest of our clothing before we’re both exposed.

Sylus bends down to press a firm kiss on my lips, his hands holding himself up. My fingernails scrape against his sides causing him to shiver. ‘Kitten, you’re going to have to behave first.’

I bite down onto my lip before leaning up to chase his lips. ‘I’m tired of behaving.’

Sylus sucks at his teeth, ‘Then I’ll have to teach you.’ His long fingers slowly trail down my bare stomach, stopping right above that spot of need. My thighs clench in need as Sylus watches me squirm with amusement. He raises a brow, ‘Eager?’

I fail at trying to hide my desperation. My hips grinding against the mattress, bucking up trying to meet his fingers. Sylus lets out a teasing laugh and I whine in protest. ‘Sylus please- oh fuck.’

His fingers brush firmly against my clit, sliding against my slick before dipping into me. I gasp at the sudden fullness, his long fingers adding the perfect amount of pressure inside of me. He watches me with a satisfied grin, ‘You’re so wet just from my kisses,’ he praises as he pulls out his fingers just enough to slam them back in. I moan loudly, my hands quickly covering my mouth.

He’s quick to pull my hands away, ‘No I need to hear you,’ he explains, moving his fingers in and out of my pussy at a steady pace. My wetness was practically pooling around his hands, the lewd noise of squelching filling the air as Sylus continues to finger me. ‘Does it feel good?’ he teases.

My eyes are dancing around from his crimson gaze to the amber lit ceiling. The flames from the fireplace and the pleasure of his thick fingers inside of me made my body searing to the core. Fuck, he didn’t just feel good. He felt perfect. ‘Yes,’ I choke out, ‘please I need more.’

‘More?’ he asks, cocking his head to the side.

I huff, grinding my hips in an attempt for more, ‘Please Sylus I need more.’ I beg.

I whine as he pulls his fingers out, my slick wetting his palm. He sits back on his knees above me, bringing his fingers to his mouth. I watch in a haze as he brings his fingertips to his lips, tasting my arousal. ‘Fucking delicious.’

Sylus is quick to suck on my bottom lip, kissing me hungrily. I sigh as my hard nipples graze against his warm chest, pressing up against him. ‘I need you now Sylus,’ my hands now palming at his groin. I try not to obsess with how big he feels in my hands. Gods, he’s massive. Sylus groans as I feel the base of his shaft around my fingers. The hard solid flesh hot beneath my skin. His tongue delves into my mouth, swirling against mine as my hand lazily strokes his hard cock. I feel the wet bead of precum at the tip of his head, spreading it around with the swipe of my thumb.

‘I’m going to fuck you Kitten,’ he growls between hot kisses, ‘And you’re going to take everything I have to give you.’

I nod, unashamed at my eagerness for him.

Pulling away from his kiss, Sylus swallows as he brings my thighs up and presses them into my chest in a mating press. His lips are red raw from our gnawing kisses and his eyes are clouded in an animalistic frenzy of lust.

‘Oh Gods f-fuck Sylus!’

His hard cock pushes into me effortlessly, the slick wetness dripping out of my pussy giving him ample room to move in and out of me at brutal pace. He grunts, cursing under his breath as his hands push the backs of my thighs deeper into me. ‘Fuck you’re so tight Kitten,’ his hips snap into me, ‘So fucking tight just for me.’

I cry at the over consuming pleasure. Sylus' hard cock continues to pound into me as he holds me in place. My hands pull and grip onto the sheets as the dirty sounds of his hips slam into me fill between our staggered breaths.

Sylus reaches down, latching onto one of my nipples. ‘You’re fucking tits looked so good in that dress,’ he nibbled into me, ‘It took all of me not to bend you over and fuck you hard at the dinner table.’

My hands reach up to hold his head close to me. His cock continuously plowing into me at a merciless pace. ‘You take me so well baby,’ he praised before moving onto my other breast, ‘Your body was fucking made for my cock.’

I moan at the filthy words, bringing his face close to mine and staring into his red eyes. ‘Give it all to me Sylus,’ I kiss his lips hungrily, ‘Show me how much you want me.’

A feral gaze clouds his eyes as he returns my kiss before pulling out of me. I whine at the sudden emptiness before yelping as Sylus pulls onto my hips, tossing and turning me over. He pulls at my waist, bringing me up onto all fours before lining himself up again at my entrance. ‘You’re so fucking needy Your Majesty,’ he teases, rubbing the head of his cock along my slit. I arch my back, trying to grind myself against him and he chuckles.

Sylus brings a hand down my ass, his palm soothing the sting. ‘Who knew my wife would be such a cock slut,’ he hums before slamming his cock into my pussy.

A deep groan emerges from within me as Sylus begins pounding me from behind. His hands grip onto my hips, pulling me onto him with firm force. ‘Fucking take it,’ he grunts as he pushes all the way in to the hilt. I moan in pure ecstasy as I feel his cock push right into the sweet heavenly spot.

He chuckles, running a hand down my spine. ‘You’re beautiful.’

His hips continue to thrust into me as he pulls me up. My back pressed against his hard muscle as I grind my ass into him. His cock fills every inch of me beyond imaginable and I could almost cry from the pleasure. Sylus brings a hand around, pushing his palm against my lower abdomen as he thrusts deeply.

Fuck.

‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he coos into my ear, ‘I can feel my cock right here.’

His hand cups my face, pushing it to the side as I turn and meet his kiss. Its feverish and needy, his tongue clashing against mine as he fucks into me from behind. I bring my arm up and clench a fistful of his hair, meeting his hips and pushing back into him.

He growls and breaks the kiss, pushing me back down and beginning a hurried pace. I reach a hand in between my legs and draw circles around my swollen clit and sighed. I feel myself clench tightly around him and Sylus gasps, ‘Fuck me,’ his thrusts grew faster, ‘keep touching yourself like that Kitten.’

I nod and groan as my fingers continue making work of my wet lit, Sylus’ cock filling me in all ways imaginable. The raw friction of him inside of me has me squirming in the bed. It was all too much and building from inside of me. My hard nipples grazing and sliding against the bedsheets. My fingers drawing tight circles around my clit. Sylus’ thick cock filling and thrusting hard into me. The tension was pulsating through my body and reaching to a point.

‘You need to come for me love,’ Sylus says with a bated breath, his hips stuttering and his thrusts becoming staggered.

‘Come inside of me Sylus,’ I pleaded, eyes rolling back into my head as I continued playing with my pussy.

Sylus almost comes at the words. His jaw tenses as his fingers dig deeper into my hips. ‘Fuck baby,’ he sighs, ‘I’ll fucking breed you until you can’t walk for the rest of the week,’ his hips slammed into me fucking me deeper into the mattress, ‘I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum and you’re going to take it Kitten, okay?’

I could barely muffle a word, nodding as my cheek pressed against the pillow. ‘Yes please, please give it to me.’

‘You’re going to take all my cum and I’m going to fuck you again and again until there’s nothing left,’ Sylus leaned foreward and encircled his arms around my waist before continuing his hard deep thrusts. The wave of pleasure inside of me continued to grow and grow and reach its crescendo.

‘Come for me, my love,’ he whispered into my ear.

White hot pleasure filled me as I reached my high. Gripping onto the sheets I practically screamed into the pillow as Sylus’ cock drilled inside of me. My wetness clenched around him and Sylus moaned and stilled as his hot cum filled inside of me. My chest heaved and I moaned as Sylus continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of me, his cum continuing to fill me up.

‘Fuck baby,’ he breathed as his cock slowly drew in and out of me, ‘Fuck you’re milking all of me.’ He pushed into me all the way one final time with a deep groan before pulling out of me.

Sylus sat back and watched as his white cum seeped outside of me. I dropped into the mattress, my breath escaping me. He joined me, falling into my side and pulling a pillow under him. He cleared his throat, his garnet gaze pouring deep into mine. ‘You’re beautiful.’

My eyes were heavy, all my energy drained. The corner of his mouth tugged as he pulled the blanket over us. Bringing his hand forward, he brushed a strand of hair off my shoulder before bringing me closer and pressing his lips onto my bare skin. I let out a long breath, my muscles relaxing in his arms.

‘Who knew Your Majesty was the jealous type,’ I murmured, sleep overcoming me.

Sylus chuckled, the rich deepness wafting over me. ‘When it comes to my wife, always.’

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cat-or-kitten · 5 months ago

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Miss You So Much

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: smut (18+)

word count: 2.1K

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Azriel had been gone for two months. Two long, grueling months filled with worry, restless nights, and aching loneliness. Your heart had ached for him, your very soul yearning in a way only a mate’s absence could cause. And now, as you sat at the family dinner in the House of Wind, the chatter and laughter around you felt distant, muffled beneath the roaring need to have him back, to feel the bond between you hum with the certainty that he was home.

The doors to the dining room burst open, and the moment he stepped inside, the air shifted. You felt him before you even saw him—the tug of the bond snapping taut, the overwhelming wave of his scent, night-chilled wind and cedar, crashing into you like a tidal wave.

Azriel.

Your mate.

His hazel eyes locked onto yours instantly, burning with such raw, unfiltered longing that it stole the breath from your lungs.

He didn’t greet anyone, didn’t acknowledge the stunned silence that fell over the table.

He didn’t care.

Because he was already moving.

You barely had time to rise from your chair before he reached you, before his scarred hands were gripping your waist and hauling you against him. The world tilted as his mouth crashed onto yours in a kiss so deep, so searing, that you felt the past two months in every desperate movement—every bruising press of his lips, every tremble of his hands as he clutched you like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers.

A rough, strangled noise rumbled in his chest, and then shadows swallowed you both whole.

The biting cold of the wind was there for only a second before warmth wrapped around you—the familiar, crisp scent of the mountains filling your lungs.

The cabin.

Your home.

He had taken you straight here, straight to the only place where he could have you entirely to himself.

The moment your feet touched the bedroom floor, his hands were on you again.

But this time, they were shaking.

“I couldn't wait,” he rasped, forehead pressed to yours, voice thick with need, with desperation, with two months of pent-up hunger. “I needed you. Needed my mate.”

His fingers fumbled as he pulled at your clothes, as if the control he always prided himself on had completely shattered.

And gods, you felt the same.

Your own hands were frantic, sliding over the hard planes of his chest, tugging at his leathers, needing to feel his skin beneath your palms.

He let out a shuddering breath when you finally pushed his jacket from his shoulders. “I missed you so damn much,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and unguarded in the way only a mate’s could be.

“I’m here,” you murmured, cupping his face, tracing the scars that you adored, that you had kissed a hundred times before. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Azriel exhaled sharply, wings flaring behind him as if the sheer relief of those words nearly knocked him off balance. Then, with one last lingering look—one that burned with everything he felt for you, everything that had been simmering beneath the surface for months—he lost the last of his restraint.

Azriel let out a low growl, his hands gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it up in one swift motion. Cool air kissed your exposed skin, and then Azriel’s lips were on your neck, nipping and sucking while his fingers hooked into one side of the waistband of your underwear. His hands ripped your panties apart, pulling them off of you in one single motion.

You gasped as he lowered you onto the bed, his large frame surrounding you. Azriel’s wings stretched out behind him, casting shadows that danced on the walls, while his hands roamed your body, squeezing and teasing until your back arched off the mattress.

Azriel’s mouth trailed down your stomach, his tongue flicking over your hip bone.

And then—

Oh, then—

Azriel’s head dipped between your thighs, his breath hot against your already slick folds. You moaned, your hands gripping his hair as Azriel’s tongue dragged slowly, torturously, up your center.

“Let go, baby” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Let me take care of you.”

You couldn’t hold back if you tried.

Azriel’s tongue lapped at your entrance hungrily, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he devoured you. Each flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting through your veins, and when his tongue moved to your clit and his fingers joined in, sliding into you, pumping in and out, you nearly came undone, the dual sensations overwhelming you completely. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your cries growing louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

When you finally shattered, it was with a scream that echoed off the walls, your body trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Azriel didn’t stop, his tongue coaxing every last drop of bliss from you.

As the aftershocks faded, he pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he watched you come down from your high. Azriel licked his lips, his gaze dark and satisfied, and the grin that followed was downright predatory.

“Addictive,” Azriel murmured, his voice rough. “The taste of you… I could spend eternity between your thighs.”

You could only stare at him, your mind still hazy with pleasure, as he crawled up your body and kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it only heightened the fire he’d stoked within you.

Azriel raised up and shifted, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, stretching you deliciously, and you cried out, your hands scrambling again for the sheets.

“That’s it,” Azriel encouraged, his voice a dark whisper, his breathing ragged as he bottomed out. “Keep still, baby. Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, his hips rolling slightly.

You tried to obey, letting your body adjust to his size, but then his fingers found your clit, stroking in time with his thrusts, and you moaned, your back arching off the bed.

The rhythm he set was relentless, driving into you with powerful, measured strokes while his fingers worked magic on your clit. You were spiraling fast, the pleasure building to a fever pitch, and you grabbed his arms, desperate for release.

“Please,” you begged, your voice a broken whimper. “Please, I need—”

He slowed his pace, his jaw clenched with effort, while his fingers eased off your clit. “Patience, baby. We have all night.”

You whimpered in frustration, as you sat up, your body trembling with need.

“Gods, I missed your mouth wrapped around my cock. Open for me,” Azriel commanded softly, his deep voice sending a thrill through you. You obeyed instinctively, parting your lips as he stepped closer, his hard cock just inches from your face. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you forward until your lips wrapped around him.

As soon as you began to suck, you moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan low in his throat, each pull of your lips drawing him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good with your lips wrapped around me,” he growled. You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around Azriel’s length, your lips pressing tightly as you sucked. Azriel’s grip on your hair tightened, his breathing ragged as he fought to hold back.

You focused entirely on him, your hand coming up to stroke what your mouth couldn’t reach. He could smell your arousal growing stronger each minute. His head fell back in pure bliss and he commanded, “Play with your pussy, baby, while you suck me.”

You obeyed, sliding your hand down your abdomen to your slick folds. You were still sensitive from Azriel’s tongue earlier and you moaned and bucked as you rubbed your clit.

After missing you for two months and only having his hand to relieve himself when he thought about you, Azriel’s hooded eyes darkened with desire as he watched you pleasure yourself as his cock disappeared into your mouth.

He continued to watch, his eyes never leaving yours as he whispered, “Good girl. Now show me how well that sweet pussy can take my cock.”

And then he was pushing you back on the bed and inside you, filling you completely with one smooth thrust. You cried out, the stretch almost too much, his fingers found your clit, working you back toward the edge.

Azriel set a brutal pace that had you seeing stars. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the pleasure mingling with the lingering sensitivity from Azriel’s mouth sucking on your clit earlier, until you were writhing beneath him, torn between begging for mercy and pleading for more.

You tried to resist, to hold on just a little longer, but it was useless. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming, and when Azriel bent down to kiss you and nibble gently on your lower lip as he continued to fuck you, it was the final push you needed. Your second climax tore through you with even greater force, your screams echoing off the walls as he pushed you past the point of no return.

Azriel groaned, his rhythm faltering as you clenched around him, but he didn’t stop, driving into you relentlessly until he found his own release, roaring your name, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside you. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, before finally pulling out and kneeling between your thighs again.

His hazel eyes glinted with a hunger that hadn’t been sated.

Not even close.

His fingers idly traced the curve of your hip as he leaned in, his voice a low growl. “I need another taste of you, baby. Because one taste of you only makes my craving worse. I need more."

Holy gods...

The filthy mouth on him almost made you come right then.

Azriel didn’t wait for permission. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you slightly as he lowered his mouth to you. The first flick of his tongue sent a jolt of electric pleasure through you, and you gasped, your fingers tangling in the sheets beneath you.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice rough with want. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You did.

Gods, you did.

Because he did the same to you.

Every flick of his tongue, every breathy word, every possessive grip sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. You were teetering on the edge, so close to falling, but he kept pulling you back, prolonging the torture.

“Please,” you finally managed to choke out, your voice barely audible. “Please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Azriel interrupted, his tone commanding. “You can take it. And you will.”

His words were a challenge, a dare, and you found yourself rising to meet it. Your body shook with the effort, but you held on, determined to prove him right.

And then, just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take anymore, he pulled away, his eyes locking onto yours. “Now,” he said, his voice firm. “Let go.”

It was as if his command flipped a switch inside you. Pleasure exploded, ripping through you with such force that you cried out, your body arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Azriel didn’t let up, his mouth still working, drawing out your climax until you were utterly spent.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your skin, pulling to stare up at you. His lips were glistening, swollen from his efforts, and the sight of him like that—ruined by you—only made you ache more.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire.

When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily and trembling from head to toe, he crawled up your body and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Still hungry?”

You nodded your head as you pulled his lips to yours. “Yes, Az. Please.”

“Please what?” he asked, pulling back just enough to speak. His eyes locked with yours, burning with barely restrained need. “Tell me what you want.”

“More,” you begged, your voice trembling. “I need more.”

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Tell me,” he murmured against your mouth. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Azriel.” you whispered as he started to kiss his way back down your body.

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