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Desire Me, Damn Me [final]

KPOP Demon Hunters!AU | Jinu x Hunter!Reader

genre: smut, lil comedy, e2l

rating: explicit

description: You’d be damned if you owed that demon a favor. When he asks to meet, you make a salacious deal in exchange for his continued silence. You tell yourself it’s just business, but your denial gives way to a burning desire that makes you question your existence, your purpose, and worse… your heart.

word count: 9.8k

warnings: cussing, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, lots of orgasm edging, virgin!OC, sneaky sex, belly bulge (he’s hung in his demon form okay), it’s vanilla at first → rough sex, balcony sex, claws, long demon tongue, breast play, little blood, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, sprinkles of comedy

a/n: Think of the reader as Rumi! I also incorporated dialogue from the movie into this, so *spoilers* if you haven’t seen it (the film is incredible, so please watch it). The Saja Boys refused to take my soul until I finished, whomp whomp. I struggled with the smut scenes, so please let me know if you enjoyed them! I love fangirling together. Hehe. I ADORE comments and read every single one, too.

“Teddy bears and choo-choo trains? Really?”

Unbelievable. You’re on your knees on a rooftop of all places, trying to provide him a service, and all he can focus on are your pajama bottoms?

You look up at him with your mouth agape, stunned to silence. He closes his fist like he’ll pump it, but his voice suddenly drops to a whisper.

“Choo-choo…” he breathes, moving his fist slowly up and down.

Your confusion twists into a menacing scowl. As you extend your wrist, your hunter’s sword is summoned from an intricate swirl of neon blue and violet light beams. Once it materializes, you thrust it upwards with an aggressive grunt.

“Whoa!” the demon yelps as he dodges in the nick of time.

You stand up and lash out, swinging the blade in unpredictable arcs. Yet he evades each attack with infuriating precision, as if it were a dance.

“I could’ve told your friends what you are,” he reminds you as you slam your sword in a vertical slash. Unfortunately, he’s already vanished, disappearing into a swirl of magenta mist.

You turn around, scanning the rooftop in its entirety for him. Its four ridges form a square perimeter, rising sharply and dipping inward to a hollow courtyard. The ridge he stands on is directly opposite yours—a narrow spine of curved, blue tiles, providing just enough distance between you to make an attack impossible.

“But I didn’t, did I?” he continues, his voice cutting through the silence. “Because they don’t know.”

A low growl bubbles in your throat, but you swallow it, opting for revulsion. “And I intend to keep it that way. Even if it means making a deal with someone like you.”

He paces along the ridge, arms loose by his sides. You match his steps, walking in tandem, balanced upon the narrow spine of the roofline.

“Someone like me?” he replies, a sharp edge in his words. “We’re the same. You’re a demon girl. A hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world.”

“Just hunter,” you correct, “not demon.”

He stops walking, looking back over the ridge. “Then how’d you get the patterns?”

Demons bear intricate marks across their skin—violet “patterns.” Did he expect you to dump your life story about how your mother was a hunter and your father was a demon?

You halt your steps, feeling your chest tighten. “That’s none of your business.”

His eyes soften, like he’s pitying you. It fuels your anger further. “I know what it feels like to have them.”

“Feel?” you spat. “You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”

He gives you an incredulous glare at the assumption. “Is that what you think? That’s all demons do. Feel our shame, our misery.” His wallowing in self-pity is brief, and a smirk soon breaks through, erasing his previous vulnerability. “Our… lust.”

You tighten your grip on the blade. “Don’t misunderstand. This is simply a business meeting, not lust.”

“Oh? You could’ve offered me anything for keeping your secret,” he says with a teasing lilt. “Yet the first thing that you came up with was giving me a blowjob.”

You roll your eyes. “To get ahead is to give head, or whatever the saying is.”

He brings his hands together in a slow, deliberate applause. Though surprise glints in his eyes, he doesn’t flinch. “Wow… in all my 400 years of living, I’ve never heard such a saying. You’re horny.”

Words catch in your throat as you rack your brain to formulate a proper comeback.

“No! I wasn’t thinking! Besides, you accepted the offer!”

He arches a brow. “Because you told me to shut up and take my pants off. Was I not supposed to obey?”

“You can forget about it now,” you huff.

He shrugs, kicking at some loose debris on the shingles. “That’s fine with me. You’re not my type anyway.”

“What?! I’m everyone’s type!”

“So you offer this… salacious little deal to just anyone?” His low chuckle makes every nerve in your body ignite. You stiffen your stance, clutching the blade handle like your life depends on it, while he strolls across the ridge. The distance between your bodies closes until your sword rests against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

He leans in just enough for the blade to kiss the fabric of his hoodie.

“Do it.”

He’s bluffing, right? Your brain screams to go through with it, but your heart falters like it knows you’d be making a mistake.

“I came here to talk about your patterns,” he says, voice dropping an octave lower. “But maybe I had other reasons too.”

“Like what?”

He tilts his head slightly, and a wide grin forms. “Maybe I’m just as horny as you.”

You press harder until the blade punctures the fabric—a warning. “Shut up.”

“It’s okay, you know. If you desire me the same way I desire you.”

“Who says I do?” Jinu steps forward again, causing the sword to draw a faint line of crimson. The puncture is not deep enough to cripple—his reaction lacking—but enough to freak you out. “What are you doing?! Get back!”

He extends his hand toward you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your collarbone. Your demon patterns flare to life, the neon purple glow unmistakable beneath your skin.

“Yours are a reminder too,” he murmurs. “A shame of your own. A shame you can never escape…”

Shame. Shame for not being fully human nor demon—a cursed feeling that’s burdened you your entire life. But the current shame you’re feeling is different. Invasive. Like a disease that’s been plaguing you since the day you crossed paths, and he had bumped into you.

Back then, he hadn’t even offered a helping hand when you fell. Now that same hand is cradling your face like it’s fragile enough to shatter. He leans in closer, pupils dilating, and the sword draws more blood. It’s unsettling how he doesn’t flinch.

“Jinu…”

“If you want to repay me for keeping your secret,” he whispers, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “then give me your desire.”

You want to hit him. Hell, you’re already stabbing him. It’d be over in a second—the tension, the temptation, the madness. But when you glance down and see crimson drip along the steel, a silent alarm goes off in your head.

And against everything you believe in… you kiss him.

The intention is to save him. At least that’s what you tell yourself, but deep down you know better. Shame coils tighter around your ribs, yet you feel lighter. Freer.

His eyes widen in surprise, then soften as his body relaxes, savoring the moment. Neither of you moves, not really. The kiss—if you can even call it that—feels too pure for what you are. What you both are.

That’s when you suddenly pull away. It’s like you’ve been plunged into ice-cold water, effectively shocking you awake to your treacherous actions.

“No, this is wrong.” You don’t look at him directly, as if you’re trying to convince yourself more than him.

“Why?”

Is this what your mother went through? Did she bury her desires for your father until it twisted into something unbearable?

“We can’t be together. It’s forbidden. I’ve sinned.”

His gaze never wavers; it’s warm and dangerously loving. “I love your sins.”

“You’d be the only one. You crazy—“

He inches forward again, chasing your lips, and you feel the sword impale him deeper in the chest. Your instinct is to yank it out, but he clutches your wrist to keep you still.

“J-Jinu!”

You freeze. His lips press against yours once more. Jinu’s eyes are closed; yours are open wide like you��re in a horror movie. Your hands tremble in his, but he moves his lips as a gentle reminder that this is real. That he’s not afraid.

You give in. Just for a moment, you pretend like he’s not your enemy. Your eyes flutter shut, and he tilts his head to find the best angle. It feels more natural this time.

A demon like him doesn’t deserve to live. It’s obvious. So why is it that, when he deepens the kiss, you’ve never felt more alive?

It’s your blade’s noisy hum that snaps you back to reality. All your ancestors who wielded it before you must be rolling over in their graves, sending you a distress call to wake up.

You have to push him off.

The blade tears away from his body with a sickening squelch. He stumbles back, clutching his chest with a wince. And like magic, you see his wounds seal themselves up gradually as if they were never there. He chuckles when your ogling eyes linger a second too long on his body. The torn fabric had revealed the sharp lines of his toned abdomen and his beautiful skin.

“Get away from me,” you say, voice shaking.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says in a gentle tone, like you’re some kitten who will run away if spooked.

“I’m not ashamed.”

He holds his arms up in surrender and backs away a few steps when you raise your weapon once more.

“Denial. I get it. I was once there too. I’ll be here when you’re done pretending.”

“There won’t be a next time!” you yell, slashing the blade in another vertical strike.

But there’s no body to strike. The only thing left of him is magenta mist, and you shout in frustration to the cold night sky.

Trying not to think about Jinu is impossible. It doesn’t matter if you drown yourself in long rehearsals or endless ramen/kimbap breaks.

Zoey, your energetic and ever-passionate bandmate, keeps dragging you back into it with her endless pages of song lyrics dedicated to taking down the Saja Boys. However, something about them left you feeling icky inside.

There was so much hate. Too much. The lyrics bleed with venom for all demons, saying all they deserve is an eternity of misery. You can’t ignore the sinking feeling in your chest that something was wrong.

Then came the joint fansigning. The Saja Boys’ popularity had skyrocketed, so instead of losing half your fanbase, you came up with the brilliant idea to have the boys sit with your group.

Of course, he ends up next to you.

“Should I tell them?” he murmurs under his breath, the teasing lilt back in his voice.

“No,” you snap through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna tell them. Eventually.”

Your forced proximity doesn’t go unnoticed. One fan gets excited and shows off her shirt, and you don’t know what’s worse: the bold letters declaring your unofficial ship name or the cartoonish drawing of you on Jinu’s back.

To top it off, she gave him angel wings.

Angel wings.

You put on your best camera-ready smile and autograph more posters like there isn’t bile bubbling in your throat.

“I’m not gonna talk to someone who’s helping Gwima,” you say in a hushed whisper.

“I’m helping myself,” Jinu whispers back. “Look. If I help him, he’s promised to erase my memories. And those voices in my head will be gone.”

You’re unsure exactly what kind of voices Gwima’s been torturing him with, but you don’t care enough to inquire further.

“Pathetic,” you sneer.

“I’m pathetic?”

He leans in too close for comfort, whispering a soft taunt, “You can’t even talk about your patterns.”

The way his voice gets underneath your skin makes you want to punch his face, but you stomp his foot under the signing table instead. Can’t let the fans see you lose your cool after all.

“Ahh!” he moans, biting back the urge to scream.

“You want me to talk about my patterns? I hate them. Just like how I hate demons. How I hate Gwima,” you hiss.

You don’t miss how his eyes grow dim. You meant every word, but didn’t consider them affecting him.

“Do you hate me?”

His words hang in the air, but not a peep comes out of you. That question is charged, dangerous, and you know whatever answer you gave would damn you both.

Fortunately, a little girl comes up to the table with a picture she drew for Jinu. You stand up and start applauding.

“Woo! Jinu, everybody!” you exclaim.

Saved.

You toss and turn for the sixth time tonight. Your body feels drained, but your brain is buzzing as if hooked on caffeine. With a frustrated sigh, you flop onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“Do you hate me?”

That question loops in your head. Hate Jinu? That would be hypocritical. Biologically speaking, you shouldn’t even exist. From the very beginning, you were and still are a mistake.

It isn’t Jinu you hate. It’s yourself. Having to hide your patterns, your identity—it was suffocating you. Even your voice, your greatest weapon, is failing you now. You can’t sing anymore. Every high note is strained, like your vocal cords are being sandpapered.

And Jinu? He doesn’t hide anything. Not his nature. Not his hunger. Not even his desire.

You envy that kind of freedom. Being wanted felt good. Addictive, even. You just wanted to be free of expectations, even for one night.

Rising from your bed, you peer down at your uninvited guests sprawled out on the floor. One perks up as soon as you stand, accidentally knocking your waste bin with a flick of its oversized paw. It tries to fix it, but its paws are far too clumsy to steady it properly. You giggle and kneel down, setting the bin upright.

“It’s okay, Derpy.”

That’s Jinu’s tiger—the one he sent to deliver his first letter leading to your first private encounter. Ever since then, the creature’s been attached to you. It’s always accompanied by its magpie buddy, an odd bird with six yellow eyes and a tiny black hat. You don’t know why he has the hat, but it brings a smile to your face anyway.

This time, it’s your turn, and you slip a letter into Derpy’s mouth. A bright blue portal blooms beneath its paws, and the animal duo sinks into the floor. They’re immediately teleported to the demon world, where human souls soar through the magenta sky like comets, leaving behind a trail of blue as they enter Gwima.

Jinu watches them from below, his eyes crestfallen, but he perks up once he sees the invitation in Derpy’s mouth.

He doesn’t hesitate. The moment he reads your letter, he heads straight to the destination mentioned. Now he’s leaning against the stone wall, eyes scanning the horizon while he waits.

“She wants to meet, and she’s late?” he mutters, annoyed.

You land onto the wall’s upper ledge, landing in a low crouch like Spider-Man. A mischievous grin is plastered on your face. It doesn’t take long for him to notice your presence, and his reaction is pure gold.

“AHH!” He clutches his heart, chest heaving like he’s about to pass out. “You made me come all this way out here just to jumpscare me?”

You jump down beside him. “Follow me.”

He obliges and walks with you. “Well, I’m glad you’re finally ready to talk. Although you could’ve picked somewhere nicer for a date.”

“Ew!” You stop dead in your tracks. “What are you talking about?!”

Jinu casually holds up the card, pinched between his forefinger and middle finger. The bold white font clearly states: SAVE THE DATE.

“That doesn’t mean—ugh…” You sigh. Why did the last card from your stationery hoard have to say that? “You’re so old. This is strictly a business meeting.”

He holds both hands up in surrender. “Okay. Loud and clear.”

As you walk side by side, you explain to Jinu that there’s another way he can earn his freedom. If Huntrix wins the Idol Awards, then the Honmoon will be sealed. He won’t have to deal with hearing those voices anymore.

“What makes you think the Honmoon can save a guy like me?”

You glance up at him. “Because if there’s no hope for you, what hope is there for me? You tried to help your family and made a mistake… but I am a mistake.”

With that, you leap high into the air onto the familiar roof. It’s the same one where you were truly alone with Jinu. He follows suit, landing behind you with a grunt and a half-panicked yelp from almost slipping.

“Whoa—!”

You don’t have it in you to laugh.

“I’ve been a mistake since the moment I was born.” You spin around slowly to face him, your eyes hollow. “So what’s one more mistake, hmm? Drop your pants.”

Jinu blinks. “What?”

You’re already putting your hair up with the emergency scrunchie on your wrist like you’re about to go to war. He swallows hard, trying not to stare, trying even harder to ignore how tight his pants have suddenly gotten.

“Did you not hear what I said? Take your pants off.”

“Okay, I’m getting a sense of déjà vu here…” he says, backing away slowly. He stops just short of the slope’s edge. “I know I’m a demon, but don’t you think it’s cliche to assume all we care about is sex?”

“I told you this was a business meeting. You make sure the Saja Boys lose, and I’ll give you this in return.”

You get down on your knees, straddling one leg on each side of the curved spine of the roofline. It’s far from comfortable, but your muscles are strong enough to hold you up well. To your surprise, Jinu lowers himself too.

“Jinu, what are you—”

He grabs your chin and lifts it gently, his fingers warm to the touch. His gaze pierces you, like he sees something beneath your calm facade. It makes your face heat up.

“Why must everything be a transaction with you? You don’t have to go through such means to get what you want.”

Behind his gaze, there’s a hint of melancholy. Beyond his voice is a quiet sadness.

“No… that’s not it.”

“Then explain so I can understand.” He releases you. “Are you… okay?”

Shit. You hate how he sees right through you. “I just feel like I’m spiraling out of control. I’m a mistake, chained by my past. And doing things like this gives me a sense of control back.”

He gives a thoughtful hum and says, “I would think it feels degrading.”

“No. It’s the opposite for me.”

“I see.” He slowly stands up, casting a shadow over your seated position. The moonlight hits him at the perfect angle, illuminating his sharp features. “Then I relinquish control over to you for the night.”

You look up at him through your lashes, the confusion in your slow blinks adorable.

He smirks, arms crossed over his chest. “What? Aren’t you going to take control like you wanted?”

You give him a pointed look.

“Take your pants off.” The navy blue joggers he has on are easy to slip off in one quick motion. “Boxers,” you add.

He slides them off rather quickly. You did little to hide your gasp when his cock springs out, an impressive size even when semi-erect. He chuckles, a proud Cheshire grin across his face.

“You should see it when I’m in my true form,” he boasts, puffing his chest out slightly. “In my human form, it’s a more manageable size.”

“Manageable?!” you exclaim.

“What? The average human’s penis is—“

“Not what you’re packing…” You gulp. “But doable…”

When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his body tenses as shivers crawl up his spine. You stroke it from tip to base, and his breath hitches. A few pumps are all it takes for him to get fully hard. This pleases you.

His cock is hot against your skin, pulsating with need. Its velvet skin has a prominent vein running down the middle that makes you salivate. Its slight left curve leaves you fantasizing how it’d hit all your sweet spots if given the opportunity.

“That feels good…” he says, taking in a sharp breath. You stop your actions but grip him tighter, causing his body to jolt slightly. He spots the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Hands behind your back.”

Jinu cocks his head with a sly grin, lacing his hands behind his back like he’s done nothing wrong.

“Good boy,” you praise. Blood rushes to Jinu’s cheeks before he realizes how hot his body has become from the way the words roll off your tongue.

You trail soft, deliberate kisses up his thigh, each one slower than the last. When you reach the innermost part, the final kiss is a teasing bite. He bites his lips to refrain from groaning, and you resume stroking him to distract him from the lingering sting.

It works like a charm because your hand is unbelievably soft, a stark contrast to his calloused ones. He feels spoiled, especially when you spit into your hand. The extra lubrication increases his pleasure tenfold, and your steady rhythm makes his knees buckle.

“Look at me,” you demand.

He does, and your glare is so sharp that it’s like you dare him to come. His body involuntarily shakes, his pants gradually growing louder, and he’s unable to control himself. So depraved. So desperate.

You stop again and he whines. It’s adorable, so you press a chaste kiss on his tip to placate him.

“Keep going…” he says, voice raspy.

“Careful now,” you warn. He watches as you lightly run your teeth across his tip. It’s a reminder that you’re in control of the situation. That his cock is at your mercy and he’s in a vulnerable position, not an enjoyable one. It’s incredibly arousing.

“Please…”

You decide to reward him for his good manners. When your lips wrap around his cock, he can’t help but buck his hips. It makes you gag, but you recover quickly, shooting him a sharp glare that says: Don’t do that again.

He nods and watches you sink down halfway when your gag reflex betrays you again. Rather than pulling out, you stay there and control your breathing until you’ve adjusted to his size. Your eyebrows draw together, determined, like this is a challenge you refuse to lose just before you take him fully.

Once your nose lightly taps his pelvic area, your jaw relaxes and the two of you groan simultaneously. Your mouth is soft, warm, and everything is slick from your saliva. Jinu savors the feeling while throwing his head back. More saliva gathers in your mouth as you work him up and down, remembering to swirl your tongue around his thick cock every few seconds.

“Fuck…” he breathes.

You say the same thing in your head. His voice had always been hypnotic—that low ASMR kind that lingered in your bones. So his moans? Absolutely sinful.

Your throat burns from the harsh pace, but you refuse to slow down. Killing a demon is easy. But pleasuring a demon? That’s what true power is. A sense of control that you desperately craved.

When he looks down, the sight that welcomes him is hot as fuck. You’re fluttering your eyelashes like you’re so innocent, as if there isn’t a massive cock shoved in your mouth. How can he not come?

“Ah, ah, ah,” you say, wagging your index finger side to side. “No touching.”

Jinu doesn’t even register that he broke your rule and had placed a hand on your head. He’s cursing himself for his greed, but he was so close to his high.

Though his tone is playful, his scowl says otherwise. “Is this amusing for you? Edging me?”

Your eyes crinkle from smiling too hard. “Could be worse. I could kill you instead.”

“Maybe I’d prefer that.” You clutch his balls in a tight hold, the pressure hard enough to rip a choked gasp from him.

“Is that so?” you question, the glare in your eyes cold enough to freeze Hell over. Standing up, you extend your wrist and manifest your Hunter’s blade. Before he can figure out your intentions, you lunge at him, and he stumbles.

The two of you tumble down the roof’s slope, and at the last second, Jinu uses his claws to grip the tiles and successfully slows you down. The friction jolts through both your bodies, but it’s enough to prevent a disastrous fall.

His head hangs above the edge, and you straddle him, pressing the blade tight against his throat. He resists and pushes back.

“Oh, you’re strong…” he coos, his smile wide enough to flash his sharp canines.

“Still think you’d prefer dying?”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I don’t care how I die. By coming, by your sword… as long as you’re the one touching me.”

You don’t know why those words sound sickenly sweet, but they make you falter. Before he can see cracks forming in your walls, you kiss him. The blade between your bodies dissipates, much like your resistance.

Jinu seizes that opportunity to flip you over, and you’re suddenly on your back, breathless with surprise. His hand glides slowly up your arm, fingers tracing the purple cracks etched in your skin. You feel him interweave his fingers with your own.

Then he leans in and kisses you.

It’s more tender, deeper than the last. As if time has stopped, and you two are the only ones left on Earth. Once he pulls away, your lips are swollen, and you’re both panting.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a mistake,” he says.

You don’t know what to say. You can’t say anything.

So you do what you do best and push him away.

The Idol Awards are tomorrow.

Now wasn’t the time to freeze, but you couldn’t go through with it. Performing “Takedown” (quite on the nose) didn’t feel like your most authentic self. Each lyric poked your conscience, and you told your teammates about your doubts. The lyrics didn’t feel right.

Mira reminded you that it’s too late to change the song. Paired with her nasty side-eye, the frustration was loud. Zoey tried to revise the lyrics, but to no avail. She was one second away from a total meltdown, chucking her songbook in a huff.

Then everything fell apart when a sudden tear in the Honmoon formed. A surge of demons flooded the subway station, and you froze. Again. Mira and Zoey had to jump in to save you, but by then it didn’t matter. The passengers on the subway were gone. Every last one of them.

The silence afterward was deafening. You felt the distance growing between you and your team.

“Trust me, I’m gonna make sure we win.”

And you meant it. You may have lost this battle, but you’ll win the war when you all perform at the Idol Awards. You have to. Because if this plan with Jinu didn’t work… then betraying everything you believed in would have been for nothing.

Later that night, you step out of the bathroom, pulling the scrunchie from your hair and letting it fall loose around your shoulders. Once you settle on your bed, a familiar, muffled voice captures your attention.

“Cherries. They’re cute.”

Your head whips to your balcony. Behind the glass stands Jinu, pointing downward. You follow his gaze to your pajama pants, printed with little red cherries. You leap to your feet and rush to the sliding door, yanking it open.

“What are you doing here?!” You place both hands on your head, seconds from ripping your hair out. “If Zoey or Mira—or my god, Bobby—sees you, it’ll be catastrophic and—”

You stop mid-sentence.

The golden light from your lamp casts a soft glow over him, but Jinu looks anything but radiant. He stands there like a statue and something’s off. His eyes are distant. Hollow. Wrecked.

“Are you… okay?” you ask, voice soft. A small, bitter chuckle escapes him, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. When you caress his face, he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. He leans into your palm like he’s starved for warmth, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

“I’m hopeless,” he whispers. His hand comes up, covering yours. “I want to believe in your crazy plan, but I don't think I'm the one to help you.”

“Jinu… you’ve already helped me so much.” He opens his eyes, the hopelessness in them replaced by genuine curiosity. “Since I've met you, and the more I talk to you, I don't understand it, but somehow, my voice has healed.”

He gently squeezes your hand. “And I don’t hear his voice when I’m with you.”

“His voice?” you ask, concern coating your words. “Did Gwima hurt you?”

He sees your other hand ball into a fist, your whole stance shifting slightly like you’re ready to fight. The anger in your eyes burns hotter than his ever did.

You wait for an answer, but his face is unreadable. He just watches you.

No makeup. Comfy clothes. Hair down for the first time around him.

You’ve never looked more radiant.

“You should let your hair down sometimes, [Y/N],” he finally says.

You pull your hand back and run your fingers through your hair, face flushed.

“It gets hot,” you mumble. Your voice cracks slightly, and for some reason, that makes Jinu laugh. A real laugh.

“Well, you’re hot,” he says after his laughter subsides. Your eyes widen, and his face mirrors yours. He cringes at his own words. “Okay, that was worse than having Gwima’s voice in my ear.”

A beat of silence. He clears his throat.

“I should go… um… bye.”

He’s quick, but you’re faster as your hand latches onto his wrist. He glances back, startled, only to see you giggling. The sound is genuine, light. You even snort a little. He’s completely undone by it.

“Don’t leave yet,” you say. “Maybe for one night… we can be free.”

“Free of what?”

You shrug. “Expectations? Shame? Guilt? For four hundred years, you’ve been under Gwima’s thumb, yet you still hold onto hope for freedom. I… admire that about you.”

“Really?” he says, turning to face you fully. He lifts both hands and gently cups your face, looking at you like you’re the only thing that anchors him to this world. “Is this a compliment or… a negotiation. Another business meeting?”

You don’t know what to say. Yes, no, maybe so? The line between deal and desire has been blurred long ago.

“I told you… You don’t have to go through such means to get what you want.” He’s closer now, where you can feel his hot breath on your face.

“What about you? You’re the one who came here first.”

“Because I didn’t know where else to go.”

The silence hangs in the air, but it isn’t awkward. It’s charged, full of unspoken desires and tension that would drive one mad. He’s the first to break the silence, releasing you and stepping back to give you one last chance to deny him.

“I know I’m no good.” He’s not. Demons are never good, yet why do you want to tell him he’s good for you? Why is it so easy with him? “My soul is already damned, so if being with you is a sin, what’s one more?”

He swallows hard. “I can’t escape you.”

You say nothing.

He tightens his fists.

“Please say something.”

“I’m supposed to be your opposition, your obstacle. But the more I deny the truth, the worse it gets. And that involves you, Jinu…” He watches as you close the distance. “I can’t escape you either…”

“Does that mean…”

“If this is the sin that damns me, then let my soul belong to no one else… but you.”

He no longer hesitates. His lips crash into yours, both hands cradling your face like you’re precious. The kiss is a tad clumsy from his eagerness—your noses bumping—but endearing nonetheless. Once you both find your natural rhythm, he gently slides his tongue against yours. A low moan escapes him and fuck, it’s unbelievably sexy.

He pauses as he strips off his shirt, but the second his mouth is back in view, you pull him to you again. The urgency of your kiss knocks him off balance, and you both stumble back onto the bed. He laughs as his heart swells at how eager you were, too.

His shirt is still caught around his head, but he’s grinning as he finally tugs it free.

“No need to rush,” he murmurs in a soothing tone. He tosses the shirt aside and quickly flips you over, so that he’s on top. “You have me. All of me.”

You hook a finger in his silver curb chain necklace, tugging him down. Your lips meet again, but you kiss him harder. You kiss him longer. As if this moment is your sanctuary where you can unleash your desires without judgment.

Your hands roam his body with the same curiosity he shows yours. You grip his bicep first, squeezing it when he deepens the kiss. Then you ghost along his sides until your hands find his back, where you drag your nails lightly down his skin.

He starts at your face, cradling it, but his touch doesn’t stay there. His hands trail down until they eventually rest on your waist. The longer he kisses you, the more he lets go, breath hitching louder. He grips your waist it’s an anchor that tethers him, keeping him from losing himself in you entirely.

This time, you slide your tongue against his, and the sound you release is a cross between a moan and a sigh. The action is as lewd as it looks, messy and unrestrained. It’s like you’re a teenager again.

After a couple minutes, Jinu pulls back and you’re both breathless.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. Your shared smiles are enough.

“Jinu…”

You take the initiative and lift your hand, tracing his abs with your index finger. He shudders upon contact, and your fingers trail down to his belt buckle. You fumble with it longer than intended, clumsy under the weight of your haze. It’s embarrassing, but Jinu simply smiles and rolls off you to make it easier.

You settle onto your knees, fingers working at his belt as the buckle clinks. The rest comes easily as Jinu lifts his hips, allowing you to slide his jeans down. He slips his boxers just low enough to reveal the faint trail of hair and his sharp V-line that disappears beneath the fabric.

“Help me?”

Amusement is laced in his words because he knows you’re ogling. He lifts his hips again and you slip the last material off fully. His cock stands tall, the tip leaking and your mouth waters at the sight.

He’s completely bare now. His eyes glow yellow, slitted like a serpent’s, giving him a haunting beauty. His skin has turned a cool shade of violet with darker purple patterns that snake across his body like a twisted map. They seem to be pulsating every so often, including the ones on his cock.

“Do you hate them?” He’s referring to his patterns, but you understand the real question: Do you hate me?

“No.”

“Then show me yours.”

You gulp, then slowly lift the hem of your T-shirt over your head. Your movements are hesitant, but he doesn’t say a word. Stepping off the bed, you slip your pajama bottoms off. They fall with a soft thud on the ground, so now you’re left in just your underwear.

Out of habit, you rub your arms and have your eyes fixed to the floor.

“Show me all your patterns,” he says. If looks could cut, his would be a blade. It’s not just your patterns he’s eager to see. It’s you. All of you. All you bear.

With every layer you remove, he’s removing the walls you’ve built up beneath cloth and fear. You listen and remove the last piece of clothing. Hunger ignites in his gaze as his eyes rake over your body. Every curve, every pattern, every scar, every mole.

“Lie down on the bed.” You obey and lay flat as Jinu gets on top, using his thighs to spread your legs open. He hovers over you, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The subtle pout tugging at your lips is precious.

“I noticed you didn’t have a bra on,” he says, far too casually for the situation. You roll your eyes.

“It’s uncomfortable to sleep with it on…”

“Yet you won’t let me see you?” His voice grows softer when you don’t reply. “How do you feel?”

“Exposed,” you say without thinking. “Vulnerable.”

He lets out a low hum, like he already expected that. His fingers drift to your collarbone and the faintest touch causes your patterns to resonate, glowing a soft purple against your skin.

“And?”

You swallow. “A little ashamed.”

“Don’t be. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as beautiful with the cracks showing.”

He starts with a kiss to your forehead—soft, lingering, almost reverent. He stays there for a breath longer than expected before pulling away with an audible smooch. Then his lips travel lower, brushing along the line of your neck. He finds the curve and sucks the flesh, the sensation both ticklish and electrifying as the sensation goes straight to your core.

After he hears a soft whimper, he pecks your collarbone and then kisses your arms. Each touch weakens your defenses until you lower your guard on your own. His eyes glint with lust, and you don’t miss how he runs his tongue across his bottom lip at the sight of you.

Your chest heaves, and he settles his face in the valley of your breasts.

“You’re shaking,” he says, his hot breath hitting your skin. “I never thought the leader of Huntrix would be so nervous.”

You bury your face in the crook of your arm. “I’ve never done this before…”

You’re shaking harder now, unsure why this information makes you want to cry. He’s had tons of experience, hasn’t he? And here you are… fucking it up.

Jinu gently takes your hand and peels it off your face, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You see he had reverted back to his human form.

“So am I your first?” There’s no mockery in his tone. Just genuine care.

You want to die, but all you can do is nod. “I haven’t done anything except give oral because I couldn’t let anyone see my patterns…”

“Oh. Oh,” His gaze softens. “So… I’ll be the first to pop your cherry?”

All your nerves settle except for the last one, which he is on. You flick him on the forehead. “Now’s not the time for jokes.”

“Ow… I thought it was funny,” he says with a pout.

You giggle, the tension in your shoulders faded. “Okay, yeah, it was kinda funny.”

He rolls his eyes, but his warm smile assures you he’s not bitter. “If you don’t want to continue—”

“I do,” you interject. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

“Alright. But I need you to be sure. Watch.”

He brings your hands together, then uses one hand to pin both wrists above your head. No distractions. No hiding. Not anymore.

His eyes shift back to that piercing yellow, pupils elongating into narrow red slits similar to a snake. A slow smile curls his lips, showcasing how his canines had lengthened into sharp fangs. The most unsettling part is when his tongue slithers out, abnormally long and sinuous.

“Are you scared?” His voice hisses the words, each syllable dripping with venom.

You should be. But your thighs rub together instead.

“Give me your desire, [Y/N]. I need you to want this,” he says.

“I want you.”

His cock twitches and he has to distract himself from taking you right then and there. He lowers himself to your chest and allows his tongue to roam. It leaves a trail of saliva as it coils itself around your breast. When the muscle contracts, you arch your back and moan as the tip plays with your nipple. Jinu’s free hand massages your other breast and he rubs your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger like a dial, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

He fondles you like this for a couple minutes, loving the feel of your supple skin. His tongue soon releases you, replaced by his lips to suck on your tit harshly. You writhe underneath him, but it’s useless. He still has you pinned down as his tongue swirls around your areola before going over to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

When he finally pulls away, his lips begin a slow descent. He presses kisses to your abdomen, then your outer thighs, and finally the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Each kiss blooms more of your patterns, the violet veins growing more opaque with every touch.

He settles his head between your thighs—like a sniper. You glance down to see his eyes shift goldenrod as he opens his mouth, swiping his tongue across his lips like he’s about to devour his last meal on Earth.

“You’re soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you down here yet…”

He runs two fingers along your slit, coating the digits in your essence. He makes a point to show you how it glistens from the warm glow of your lamp. When he parts his fingers, it stretches in its viscous appearance before breaking.

Then he indulges. “Fuck… you taste like sin.”

He slides his arms beneath your thighs, pulling you closer to him near the edge of the bed. Your breath stills. One hand is on your lower abdomen and the grin he wears now is more sinister. You could swear his skin has deepened to a richer shade of violet.

“Watch me.”

Those are his final words before he licks a stripe across your slit, the wet muscle earning a sharp gasp from you. Your forearms help prop yourself up to watch him, but he sinks his head lower and presses his mouth against your folds. He’s relentless and starts making out with your cunt, causing your hips to buck. You no longer have the strength to stay up, so you’re flat on the bed again, but he squeezes your thighs like a reminder.

You peer down and see those piercing demon eyes again. He pulls his mouth back and allows his naughty tongue to stretch until it invades your walls. As it slips in and out of you at a steady rhythm, you’re struck with horror and immense lust. He finally looks the part—a demon who has truly taken your soul.

You’re fisting your pillow, panting hard, your moans broken. Then his mouth latches onto your pussy again, allowing his tongue to reach deeper than before. The muscle wiggles inside your walls, coaxing more essence to pool out as he laps up the never-ending flow.

Your patterns glow with a fiery intensity. Even more so when he inserts a finger into you. The combination of his thick tongue and finger stretches you out nicely as they work in tandem. He presses his lips against your clit and then sucks hard enough to have you screaming.

But then all feeling is lost. Jinu’s pulled away.

“No, no, please,” you beg before registering what’s happening. His cheeky grin comes into view when he uses his arms to hold himself up above you.

“Not so fun when you’re the one being edged, huh?” How petty. He lets out a low laugh the moment the realization hits you. “I do like hearing you beg. Can you do it again?”

“Condom. Drawer. Now,” you say, enunciating each word with impatience.

He tsks at you. “That’s not begging.”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire as your patterns radiate off your body. It’s as if something’s been unleashed. Jinu’s eyes lock onto your left one—now the same piercing yellow as his. You hiss at him, but the voice that escapes you isn’t yours. It’s deeper, darker, and dare he say… demonic.

It only excites him more.

“Fuck me now.”

You grip his throat, your claws pressing just deep enough to sting without drawing blood.

“Damn,” he rasps, a crooked smile forming. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

You release him and he rubs the area where it was sore. Then he’s at your nightstand, quick to open the drawer and pull out a condom. He tears off the package with his teeth and tries to roll it onto his cock.

“I was afraid this would happen…” he mumbles. You sit up and immediately see the problem. Jinu’s cock has… changed. Now that he’s unleashed his full demon form, his body adjusted, and he no longer fits the condom.

His cock is bigger than before, slightly more girthy and swollen. Jinu hangs his head low, cursing softly, as if disappointed in himself. You take the condom and toss it aside without a care.

He looks up and sees you lie back down. You use your fingers to part your pussy lips open. He can’t believe his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks. You nod.

“Yes. Please fuck me. It’s okay.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He lines himself up at your entrance, having one hand support his body from crushing yours. Inserting just the tip alone has you gasping and the further he sinks into you, the more your walls resist from the foreign feeling.

He reminds you to relax. “Breathe. Remember… we’re the same. You’re meant for me.”

You feel your lungs betray you as every inch you take becomes more and more difficult. Despite him prepping you well, a demon’s cock far exceeded a human’s in anatomy and structure.

“Fuck!” you whine. “J-Jinu…”

“I’m almost in.” He drags the last inch in and then lets out a sharp exhale as he bottoms out. “Fuck… you even feel like sin…”

You’re full. Too full. It’s not painful, fortunately. But the discomfort lingers. You lay a hand across your belly, feeling a slight bulge. You should be afraid—but a deeper part of you aches for more.

“Can we stay still for a moment?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his face twisting like he’s in pain from his lack of self-control. But for you, he holds back.

“Anything for you.”

His words make your tight pussy involuntarily clench. His cock twitches and it coaxes out more lubrication, which you’re thankful for.

“You’re so big… You can see how much you fill me up, Jinu,” you say, tilting his face down toward your belly.

Hearing you utter his name in this situation puts him in a daze. “Fuck, I could come right now. You’re so tight for me, god—fuck!”

He’s using both arms to balance himself now, his fists gripping your bedsheets hard enough that they tear from his sharp claws.

“Thank you for being patient with me,” you say. It takes everything in him not to plow you into oblivion. “Please go slow?”

He nods and pulls out slowly. It slides with ease, but putting it back in is a whole different story. When he drags his cock against your insides, it provides a slight burn. Seeing how the bulge in your stomach fades and reappears with each movement is… terrifying. Yet undeniably thrilling.

Sweat beads on his temples. His resolve is slowly crumbling with each slow, agonizing thrust. You reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. It distracts him from his greed and you from the intense stretch. Jinu kisses you rougher, like he’s gone mad.

It makes you hornier. It makes you relax. It makes your walls tighten. And when you wrap your legs around his waist, he goes all in.

His thrusts are no longer languid motions. He’s rocking his hips at a steady rhythm now, slamming into your pussy like it’s his last day on Earth. Your pussy squelches, the obscene noise egging him on further. He’s hitting your sweet spot over and over, unrelenting, and you’re both a moaning mess.

He gets off you for a second, the warmth now lost. You almost cry at the cruelty, but he moves into a kneeling position and wraps his hands under your thighs. After carefully lining himself up again, he hammers into you at full force, having you scream.

The leverage of this position allows Jinu to see your breasts sway and bounce with each thrust. The sight is mesmerizing and his hips start to stutter when finally, he comes inside you. The creampie makes you feel like you got to rebel. It’s freeing and nasty, but you love it altogether.

You enjoy his closeness when he lays on top of you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, face flushed. “It’s been so long and—”

“Jinu, it’s okay,” you reassure, fingers combling gently through his soft, raven black hair. He lifts his head, ready to protest, when a knock on the door alerts you both.

“Rumi?”

Mira. Oh fuck, what do you do?

“Shh…” Jinu says, putting a finger to your lips.

“I can hear you!” she shouts.

The doorknob jostles. This is it. This is how it all ends.

You blink and suddenly, the city sprawls before you, its glistening lights flickering like stars. The cool night air brushes against your overheated body. Jinu had teleported you, but this time you’re on the balcony. Thankfully, you’re hidden from view, tucked behind the wall of potted plants just as Mira steps into your room.

You wait with bated breath, feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. That’s when Jinu covers your mouth from behind and you squeak in protest. He swipes two fingers across your labia, gathering as much of his seed as he can before pushing it back into your dripping pussy. Your moans are muffled, and he slowly fingers you as Mira rummages through your room.

“Rumi? Are you here? We need to talk!”

Jinu litters kisses on your upper back, sending tingles down your spine as his fingers work you. He switches techniques and you feel him curl his fingers at different angles, different speeds, to see which one earns the most reaction. It’s deliciously evil, but you allow yourself to enjoy the building pleasure.

“Woo Jinu? What was that about, Rumi?!”

Jinu speeds up on purpose at the mention of his name. You’re seconds from reaching your high when Mira sighs and you hear your door shut. Jinu pulls his fingers out, much to your dismay. You want to cry.

He kisses the shell of your ear and whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you come… after I watch you fall apart.”

Guiding you toward the balcony railing, he places a gentle hand on the small of your back, coaxing you to lean forward. You grip the rail with both hands, your body bent at a perfect angle.

Jinu presses soft kisses along the patterns etched into your back. “My good demon girl… You’ve damned me for all of eternity…”

You feel his tip prodding your entrance again. “J-Jinu, we’re outside. Someone could see!”

His deep chuckle makes your stomach flip. “And? I want them to see you. The real you. All your patterns… your soul… baring it all for me.”

As if on command, your patterns begin to glow in the dark. You’re grateful to be on one of the top floors. Maybe no one will see. It’s late anyway…

“You’re all I need, [Y/N]... Let me devour you.”

His hypnotic, low voice entices you and keeps you obsessed. It compels you to want more. His cock is already rubbing against your pussy lips, coaxing more juices to flow. He’s ruined you, and he knows it.

“I’m yours, Jinu.”

Something in him snaps. He thrusts into you in one quick motion, plunging into your tight walls. It’s not slow or tender. He’s carnal, consumed by lust as he grips your hips and rocks your body back and forth, chasing his high without any remorse.

He’s fucking you so hard that one hand slips from the rail. He grabs it and pulls it back, so you can face him and more of your luscious body is visible for his feasting eyes. You can’t believe your eyes, as the Jinu you see now truly represents the embodiment of sin.

His demon form consumed all his soft human features. His hands are now claws that dig into your flesh like hooks. You’re bleeding from his grip and crimson slowly drips trails that mimick the patterns down your ass and thighs. It stings, yet it edges you on further—pain and pleasure intertwining into a rush you can’t resist. Your whines grow sharper, and Jinu stops, seeing the pain he was inflicting.

“I-I’m sorry. I—”

“No,” you say, your voice dripping in venom. “Don’t stop.”

Your left hand morphs into a claw and you sneak it behind him, grabbing his ass and urging him to keep going. It pierces his flesh, and the stinging sensation shocks him into teleporting you both again.

You find yourself pressed against something flat and cold. You realize it’s the glass window to your balcony and Jinu is behind you, one hand pushing against your head to hold you in place while his free hand is pulling one of your arms back.

“You teleported?!” you hiss. He doesn’t answer with anything but a twitch of his cock. Your eyes roll back when he shoves himself back into your sopping cunt. You bite your lip to force back a scream, but he tortures you with calculated thrusts, each one brushing against your sweet spot more and more.

He then snakes his hand from your head to your belly, holding you up so your entire body is against the glass. Your breasts are smushed, and you’ve never felt so dirty. Jinu thrusts up into you with so much force that you can barely stand.

When your head hangs down from exhaustion, his large hand grips your chin and forces you to look up.

“Look at yourself in the reflection,” he demands. You’re lost in a daze, but you see what he means. Your patterns glow bright enough to light up the city, as well as your demon eye. “You’ve never looked more beautiful…”

He slips out of you for a second and you don’t have time to protest when he spins you around, forcing your back against the glass. One hand hooks under your thigh and lifts it up as he bends his knees to adjust for your height differences.

“I want you to watch you come,” He lifts his hips up and enters you again. “Fuck… Gwima can destroy me if it means I can have you.”

He kisses you, shoving his tongue inside to quell your moans. His grunts grow louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin being so loud it’s obscene, and you’re thankful it’s nighttime. You can’t think straight as your mind melts from the overflowing pleasure. Your hands are wrapped around his neck and each thrust bounces you against the glass. It’s rough and primal, and you’re sure the glass can’t withhold the pressure. It might break the same way you’re about to.

But then he stops kissing you.

“You take me so well,” he praises and it makes your heart thrum like a hummingbird’s. “We’re—” he thrusts extra harsh—“one and the same… you were made for my cock.”

“J-Jinu, please… I need to come.” Tears prick the corner of your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, please!”

He effortlessly lifts you off the ground, his hands holding you up by your ass. He rests your back against the cold glass to give himself a short break.

“You even cry pretty…”

“Shit! Please don’t stop now…” you say, trembling.

“Are you sure? This time will be different… it might even hurt.”

You shake your head, not a single braincell left except for the need to come. “I don’t care, I need you to fill me up, please—I’m tangled in your soul…”

How you always say the right words, he doesn’t know. But he rewards you by bouncing you up and down his cock at a brutal pace. It’s like he wants to break you, but you no longer care. It feels too good. The pleasure rises again and you’re shouting his name like a mantra. Your entire body clenches, zeroing in on your pleasure until something snaps and then crashes like a dam that burst open.

But Jinu doesn’t stop there. He continues to use your body like a toy, and you let him. The enticement of another orgasm is impossible to resist, so you welcome the overstimulation. You chase it like it’s your last breath. Your eyes roll back, your body grows limp, and Jinu lets out the nastiest growl when he comes again.

You’re too far gone to notice how your belly swells up from his seed. It’s not until Jinu kisses your eye, the one on your demon side, that the pain hits you. You feel impossibly full, the ache stretching through you, but Jinu whispers soft praises into your ear to distract you.

“Your pussy is so greedy… milking me dry. You letting yourself go like this is the sexiest thing…”

Jinu basks in your shared warmth a couple minutes more. There was no movement. Just soft breaths and synchonized heartbeats.

Then he carries you back inside and heads to your shower. He lowers you down onto the included bench and pulls out, the amount of cum rushing out pornographic. You feel numb but ultimately relieved.

“I’ll help you clean up. Where are your towels?” he asks. You slump against the tile wall and point toward the closet across the room. He steps out, grabs two towels, and returns. As he passes the mirror, he catches sight of his reflection.

“Really?” you ask, your voice hoarse.

“What?” he says, admiring his human form. “I need this face to steal your fans.”

You roll your eyes at his lame joke, but something catches your attention. “Wait, you have a tiger tattoo on your back?”

He glances over his shoulder with a sly grin. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

He joins you in the shower and turns it on. The water turns hot quickly and he holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it. Once you’re on your feet, he wraps his arms around you from behind. He reaches for a bottle, but you catch his wrist.

“That’s my facial cleanser.”

“Oh.”

He reaches for another item, only for you to shoot him another look. “That’s shampoo.”

“Seriously?”

He tries again.

“That’s a body scrub.”

He groans. “How many bath products do you have?!”

You both laugh, and finally, you point him to the right item. He lathers the soap in his palms, then traces your patterns with slow, gentle strokes. The way he touches you makes your chest ache with something soft and full.

“[Y/N]?” he murmurs against your ear.

“Yeah?”

“I… I can’t wait to see you on the stage tomorrow.”

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happysnowseal · 10 days ago

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zoeystery and whatever the hell they're having

#zoeystery #he’s gotta learn sometime

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happysnowseal · 11 days ago

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CLOSE & OPEN WHY THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!! I can't stop drawing them....

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happysnowseal · 12 days ago

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Was horny last night. I fix and color later. Now I go back to sleep. 😗✌️

#nsfw #lads #this is SO HOT #love their personalities here #gawd this is GREAT #insp

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happysnowseal · 14 days ago

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zayne committing the greatest sin by marrying his greatest love in his god’s chapel 🧍‍♀️

#zayne #AND THAT’S MY MAIN #MY MAN #MY LOVE

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happysnowseal · 27 days ago

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I'm envisioning Sylus the whole time fyi. But this was PHENOMENAL. Thank you for writing and embracing a chubby reader, it made me almost cry. 😭💗 My emotions were at an all-time high because I could really see myself in OC. The insecurities, the doubt, but this dragon prince knows what he likes, who he loves, what his future should look like and how a woman should be treated!!! It was amazing.

The Dragon Prince, in need of a mate

Dragon Prince x Fem!Reader

summary: After a desperate search for his mate, the dragon prince leaves the celestial realm to drink away his sorrows, only to find the person he was looking for in a commoner. You.

warning: breeding, mating, lots of cum, scenting, he fucks you in his dragon form

WK: 10k words

The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed down the palace halls, a growl leaving the throat of the celestial dragon prince.

It was tiring, looking for a bride every day. Not a single woman had been the right one for him… how would he ever be king without a mate?

It made him both angry and strangely… lonely at times. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be a happy couple. Noblemen and women lounged together, being fed grapes or massaged. Even when his eyes glanced towards the common folk, he would spot lovers holding hands or sharing a secretive kiss while serving the palace.

It was enough to drive a dragon to drink.

So while everyone celebrated in the palace after another boring day, the prince transformed into a more suitable appearance, taking on the form of a beautiful nobleman.

He assumed it would be enough to stay under the radar, unaware that his beauty and elegance would draw the attention of every maiden at the bar.

Leaving the celestial realm to dine among humans wasn’t exactly forbidden, but it was looked down upon for higher beings such as himself to dine amongst the common folk, hence the disguise.

Though, with his antler-like horns and claws, there was no doubt he was a being from the celestial realm.

As he walked through a quaint town, people stopped to stare, often with mouths agape.

He didn’t notice, eyes transfixed on the ground. All he could think of at the moment was finding something to drink his sorrows away.

In the distance, he saw the glow of warm lighting coming from a small tavern.

‘Perfect. Seems like a place the common folk gather. I should fit in well enough.’

Though he thought this, the second he walked in the bustling tavern grew quiet, all eyes on him. This wasn’t picked up by the prince, and he continued towards an empty table.

After getting comfortable, his mind began to wander. Life at the palace had been… stressful as of late.

He was used to the rumors, even used to people fearing and avoiding him. But what was unusual was his own insecurity in his heart.

Why hadn’t he found a mate yet? Part of him wandered if there was something inherently wrong with him. Although he hadn’t made much time to truly search out his soulmate, it shouldn’t have been so hard.

He was a prince… yet when he looked at the scars on his body that wouldn’t heal, he felt like a failure.

Weak.

As he sulked, he didn’t even notice that a glass of wine had been placed in front of him. What made his head snap up was the sound of a soft voice.

“Are you alright?”

He looked up, eyes wide as your smell hit his nose. That scent, the way it made his body react…

The woman before him was plump, your eyes giving him a soft and concerned look as you held the empty serving tray to your… ample chest.

It took him a moment to register your words. You glanced at him and then back at the bar, a nervous smile on you face.

You had never interacted with such a handsome man that was clearly of a higher class than yourself. Was it disrespectful to speak out of turn?

Your heart was kind and gentle, so you couldn’t help but speak up when he looked so down.

Once your words fully registered in his mind, he cleared his throat. This was all too much. For several months, nearly a year he had been halfheartedly searching for his mate, and here you were, in a random bar in the human realm.

His eyes moved from your face and down your body, taking in your features. Again, you were plump, with heavy looking breasts, a soft belly, and the outline of thick thighs and hips he could see through your dress.

A perfect mate.

The prince finally looked up, studying your face. Chubby cheeks, a soft smile, pretty eyes…

He had never put much thought into what his mate would look like, but now that he had seen you, he knew that this is all he could ever want.

“I’m alright… another glass, please.”

As you walked away with a flushed face, he downed his glass quickly to try and calm his racing heart. Gods, just the scent of you was enough to have him struggling to control himself.

“Here you are…”

You placed another glass in front of him, smiling shyly as he took it. He was handsome, regal and nearly lit up the room with his beauty. Everyone could tell he was not of this world, and you felt beyond honored to be the one who got to serve such a special man.

But in his mind his thoughts were far from graceful. His eyes didn’t leave your figure, continuing to glance at your hips and soft belly. Both features were absolutely perfect for breeding purposes…

“My dear, what is your name?”

You blinked, taking a moment to process his question. In all honesty you had been completely distracted by his beauty that you zoned out. This was so embarrassing, your cheeks heating up as you struggled to answer.

“M-my name? Oh it’s (Name)!” you babbled out, covering your mouth afterwards. Oh no, you probably sounded way too eager!

He just smirked, taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. “(Name)? That’s lovely… (Name).”

Your name being said by such a handsome man had your body feeling hot. This man was looking up at you with an air of confidence that had you flustered, your eyes unable to look into his.

Was it disrespectful to not answer? He was most likely a noble…

“Th… thank you, sir. It’s just a common name, I’d say.”

He reached out and cupped your cheek, his large palm warm against your face. “Perhaps, but it’s a name I will never forget.”

Your cheeks flushed at this, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. That alone was enough to have his pants tighten.

The two of you exchanged longing glances throughout the night, and when your shift was ending, he stopped you before you could leave.

The dragon prince stood, his full height dwarfing you completely. “Come. Let us find somewhere quiet.”

Though you had always been warned by the tavern owner to never follow a guest outside, you were transfixed by his confident smile and intelligent eyes.

As he led you outside, his form seemed to almost… shift slightly. Though he still appeared mostly human, his horns grew longer and teeth sharper.

The moon shone down on them, their breaths coming out in white puffs. It was cold enough for you to shiver, but soon you were warmed by his embrace.

“It’s quite chilly at this time of night, is it not? Stay by my side.”

He led you through the night, the only light that of the shining moon. When it was covered by clouds, he still had no issue guiding you around uneven terrain and the occasional tree root.

It was then you realized there was no way he was human. You had your suspicions before, but it wasn’t uncommon for some human mages to take on animal features to help them with their magic endeavors.

This man, however, was no mage or lowly magical creature. You could tell by the way the moonlight enveloped his body, making him glow in the dark of night.

“What are your plans for me?”

Your voice was shaky, but you felt no fear. The trembling came from a sense of excitement and lust.

And he could smell how wet you were.

He didn’t answer immediately, instead lifting you over a puddle of water and setting you down on the other side.

The dragon prince paused after this, cupping your cheek as he took in your curious expression.

“I will take you on as a mate. From the moment I saw you, it was clear you were the one I have been looking for.”

He cleared his throat before he continued.

“I am the current celestial dragon prince. You will love a life of luxury and never be without…”

It was hard for him to speak when he could smell your arousal growing thick in the air, his own scent mixing in. “… will you be mine?”

Your body felt so warm, you wanted so badly to say yes…

But it didn’t feel real. He was bound to you of all people? You were a lowly tavern barmaid, born into a life of poverty. Nothing about you was inherently special and it was hard to comprehend anyone as beautiful as him wanting to spend his eternal life with you.

“You… are joking, right? Did you drink too much?”

The words coming out of your mouth felt wrong. You could feel the sexual tension in the air, yet your mind wouldn’t listen to your body’s natural instincts.

“I do not joke about things as serious as this, my love. I am your mate, we are tied together by fate.”

He lifted your hand, kissing the back of it.

“How can I prove to you that I am serious?”

Before you could answer his form began to shift again, his hands becoming claws. It was getting even harder to hold back, and you were soon lifted into his arms.

“I can’t… hold back anymore… since I realized you were my mate, I’ve been dying to taste you.”

The world became blurry, your body growing hot and your head woozy as everything faded and shifted. Next thing you knew, the two of you were in an intricately decorated room.

You were set onto the softest bed you had ever felt, given no time to take in your surroundings.

He was already opening your thighs, sniffing at your clothed cunt. A groan left his lips, his long black hair tickling your sensitive thighs as he dipped his head between them.

“Gods, you smell delicious. Please… I must taste you.”

You swallowed when his nose rubbed against your inner thigh. The way he was looking up at you had your heart thumb ping rapidly in your chest.

“A-alright…”

Within seconds of your consent his claws ripped through your underwear and his face was buried between your thighs.

His tongue swirled around your clit, and all you could do was moan and hold onto his horns for support.

He grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the soft fat and pulling you closer. Your pussy had already been drooling with need, and now you felt your arousal dripping down your thighs, his chin covered in your slick.

It was erotic, the sound of his grunts and groans filling the air with each lap of his tongue. You tasted divine, and he was losing himself in you.

Nothing else besides you mattered in this moment. All he could think of was how good it felt to have your thighs squeezing around his head. The moans you let out had his cock twitching incessantly, and he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

“Gods…”

He pulled back, looking at the wet mess your fat pussy had become. Your eyes were glazed over, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath.

How many times have you orgasmed so far? You felt almost selfish, already wanting more from him after he just pleasured you.

“My sweet little mate, how do you feel now? My precious, you’re glowing.”

He almost purred when he leaned forward, breathing softly against your neck. You let out a content sigh, reaching up to play with his long black hair.

“Mmm… I’m feeling pretty tired, I’d say… I’ve been working since noon.”

He stiffened a bit at that, resting his chin on your head. The prince did not enjoy thinking about you working so hard. Even though he had only known you for a few hours, you were his mate.

“Well, my dove, do not worry your pretty little head anymore. You will work another day in your life. From now on, you will be pampered and taken care of… I guarantee it.”

Despite how his cock ached to be inside of you, he decided to wait until you were rested to properly mate with you. It would take more energy and leave you exhausted…

You fell asleep in his arms, feeling so warm and safe. How long had it been since you had been held? That last time you could remember was your childhood, when you were just a tiny thing.

He made you feel small, protected, and… so, so warm.

In the morning you awoke, stretching with a yawn as you sleepily stood to get ready for your job. It was strange, when you reached for your apron on your nightstand, you couldn’t find it.

That’s when you remembered the previous night.

Your face warmed immediately, and you barely held back an embarrassed squeal when you noticed the man groan tiredly, his face buried in your chest.

“Go back to sleep, love…”

It was too early in the morning for you to protest, and you haven't slept in since you were a child. It felt nice, getting to fall back asleep in his arms, his hair tickling your cheek.

You listened to his breathing, smiling sleepily. His sharp claws slowly ran through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp to lull you back into slumber.

The next time you woke up it was nearly noon. This was beyond embarrassing, even as a child you had only slept in this much when you were deathly ill. The prince still attempted to get you to stay in bed longer, but when you protested he huffed.

“Alright, alright… stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”

He snapped his fingers, servant girls appearing at your side immediately.

“Your highness,” they greeted, bowing before your bedmate. The prince waved a hand dismissively, rubbing his temple.

“Take my mate and get her a bath and some fresh clothes. Treat her well, she is your future empress after all.”

The servant girls bowed again, raising their hands. “Yes, at once.”

They led you away, and you could only look back pathetically as he lounged in bed, watching you go with a smirk. Your plump rear was certainly a nice sight, and your hips swayed deliciously while you were guided away.

He couldn’t wait to feel how warm your cunt was when he sank into you that night.

As you were led down the halls and into the bathhouse, you saw female royals and nobles alike being pampered by the servants. They were fed grapes, massaged, and even dressed.

You weren’t even sure if they had ever lifted a hand to take care of themselves your entire life. It left you feeling sour. Every day had been a struggle to even put food on the table, much less properly take care of yourself, and here these women were completely pampered to the point their skin glowed.

In all honesty you had never seen yourself as anything special, but before you at least thought you could marry someone with a bit of wealth and settle down peacefully.

After seeing the beauties of the castle, you were left feeling… insecure. How could you ever compete with these gorgeous women?

Without much warning you were stripped down to your birthday suit. The servants weren’t rough, but they weren’t exactly gentle either as they helped you into the bath and scrubbed at your skin.

“Filthy, and you slept in the same bed as the prince. Have you no shame, human?”

You flinched as their nails dug lightly into your scalp. It was painful, but you dared not to make a sound.

“And those rags you wore… just disrespectful, I’ll say.”

Unfortunately, you agreed wholeheartedly, and wondered why such an elegant and noble person such as him dared to even touch you. After all, you had the entire day’s sweat and dirt decorating your skin and clothes.

Unbeknownst to you, the fact that you had been sweaty and strongly scented played a big part in his list for you. A mate was meant to smell like themselves, and to him you smelled absolutely divine.

You looked away in shame as you were rinsed off. Although you felt rather uncomfortable, the floral scent of the soaps and the quality didn’t go unnoticed by you. Never before had you had access to such luxurious toiletries. It was rare for you to have scented soap, but this moisturized your skin and made you feel like a brand new person.

“Worry not, we are well aware of the prince’s mating bond with you. Be you royalty or common folk, we will ensure you will look the part of a princess.”

With that, you were quickly dried off and moved along towards a dressing room.

As you waited in a small room, being told to water yourself, you could hear voices speaking softly nearby.

“Truly, one could even feel sorry for a common girl marrying that insane prince.”

“Oh, dear heavens, do not let any of the celestial royalty hear such things.”

“But I am not wrong, am I? I worry he will simply dispose of her when he is done. Even the humans know that the celestial beings here can do with them as they please and no one will bat an eye.”

You stayed quiet, simply staying near the warm hearth as you continued to dry off slowly. Of course you had heard rumors of the infamous deities residing within the celestial realm.

None of those rumors were good.

Despite feeling a bit nervous, you shook off their words. Even if you were to be tossed aside, you wanted to spend at least one day feeling beautiful and… loved.

If what this was could even qualify as love.

He had called you his mate, did celestial beings mate for life? You were human, it was something hard for your mortal mind to comprehend.

A mate… like a soulmate perhaps? Did that mean he thought the two of you were destined for one another?

Could that mean that none of this was natural, that you were bound together without much choice?

What if he was desperate for a mate and didn’t truly love you?

These thoughts swirled around your head as you were brought into the dressing room.

Before you, rows upon rows of dresses and different types of clothing you had never seen before hung on racks. A few servant girls were already waiting in front of a mirror, holding measuring tape.

“Stand here while we take your measurements.”

You held out your arms, cheeks hot as your naked body was put on display for various women. Their expressions were neutral, and they simply figured out what size you were before running off to fetch various clothing items.

This only added on to your stress.

“Your own personal wardrobe will be prepared shortly, but as the seamstresses are working, you will wear pre-prepared dresses.”

You were dressed in something elegant and flowy, a light blue and white in color. It was something you had never worn before, the fabric soft yet thick and warm.

“With a bit of work, you will be ready for the banquet tonight. For now, the prince is requesting your presence at his bedside once more.”

A servant girl led you way, and you heard the others discussing how to prepare your hair and makeup later in the evening.

You were not looking forward to that.

You were led back to the room you woke up in. The smell of incense wafted from under the door, the lavender and vanilla scent making you relax.

“Come in,” the prince called out after the servant girl knocked. After being ushered in, you slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room and opened your eyes.

He was laid out in the bed, taking in your new look with eager eyes. “Mmm… you clean up nicely, though I preferred your scent before.”

The prince gestured for you to join him in bed, and you quickly scurried to his side, shyly climbing in next to him. “What’s the reason for all this timid behavior? My tongue was buried deep inside of you last night, was it not? There’s nothing to be shy about.”

Your cheeks heated up once again, and you avoided his gaze. “S-saying things like that… isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a p… prince? Won’t they-“

He laughed, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. “And you think a prince would care who hears him speaking to his mate as he pleases? You are mine, how I talk to you is no one’s business.”

The way he spoke made a shiver go down your spine. He was so confident… and you?

You were the daughter of a simple tavern owner, having no prospects other than hopefully marrying a decent man that would take good care of you.

Though you could feel your body yearning to be near him, almost instinctively drawing closer, you thought it was… strange.

Was the only thing connecting you to this beautiful man instinct? Though you ached when he looked your way, you couldn’t help but feel empty.

What other reason than being forced by fate would a man like him choose to be by your side?

You softened when the pads of his fingertips slowly slid down your side. He was gentle with you, though you had the feeling he wasn’t always like this.

“Come closer, I wish to hold you.”

Slowly you climbed to his side, melting into his touch when he cupped your chubby cheek.

The servant girls called him insane before, insinuating he was cruel and beastly.

But could someone with a touch this gentle truly hurt you?

“You look lovely. Perfect, I’d say,” he mumbled, burying his nose into your hair. You held onto his sleeve, feeling his horns lightly rub against you.

“… you call me lovely, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more handsome man than you.”

He chuckled, his chest tumbling pleasantly. “Am I? Darling, you’re going to make me blush.”

You could tell he was lightly teasing you, which led you to letting out an involuntary huff. This made the dragon prince’s laugh increase in volume.

“Oh? My little mate is pouting now? How cute.”

He tilted your chin up, taking in the way your chubby cheeks puffed out lightly, and how your lips pursed.

“Ahh, you’re going to be the end of me, darling. I can hardly control myself when you’re looking at me like that,” he purred, his voice almost a growl.

Before he could continue his teasing, there was another knock at the door. His demeanor shifted from relaxed and amused to irritated in seconds.

“Who dares to interrupt my time with my precious mate?”

You rested your head against his chest as a woman entered. She certainly was no servant girl, you could tell by the silk and thick wool she wore.

“Mother…”

He held you close, wrapping his arms around your body and tucking your head under his chin. It was almost like an animal protecting its young from a vicious predator.

The woman before you had icy blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. It was almost like she was looking into your soul, judging you from within.

Though she looked so different from the prince, he called her his mother…

“You are to report to your father within the hour with your… so called mate. He will be the judge on if this is an actual mating bond this time. You should hope it is, to save yourself the embarrassment.”

With one last look that could freeze hell itself, she turned away, a servant girl shutting the door for her.

You looked up to ask the prince about the woman from before, but he looked distant and cold himself. He stared at your soft body, caressing your cheek and keeping you close to his chest.

“… worry not about that hag, my love. She is not my true mother, simply a woman the emperor, my father has married.”

Though he told you not to worry, the way he held you was enough to have you tense.

The prince held you as if letting you go could only invite trouble… and you knew that woman was the reason for his uneasiness.

Walking with him through the halls made you feel like a princess. People bowed as you passed by, but you noticed others retreated out of fear. Though he kept up a cold facade, you could feel his grip tighten on your hand each time a servant or royal scurried away.

Her presence definitely had a profound effect on him.

He stopped before a massive door, so big it could easily crush you if it were to fall forward. Carved into the dark oak were images of what you could only assume was the banquet of the Chinese zodiac.

They danced and feasted all over the door, and in the center was a dragon watching over them all. The eyes of the dragon were encrusted with sparkling red jewels, and it almost felt like they followed your every movement.

The doors opened, relieving you of the dragon’s intense stare… only for you to come face to face with a real one.

“Father,” the prince acknowledged the dragon, bowing low before you blinked rapidly.

“F-father!?”

The dragon before you was easily the size of the tavern you worked at, if bigger. It sat on a (most likely) custom made thrown, glaring down at your with red eyes that matched the one from the door.

“Ah, your mate already sees me as a father. How cute.”

You stiffened as the dragon stood, causing the palace to shake. Everywhere you turned, people either continued on or stood politely nearby, completely… calm!?

So, trying to fit in, you bit the inside of your cheek and looked up, meeting his eye. You reached out your hand as he approached.

“It’s good to meet you, y-your highness. My name is (Name).”

The prince gave you an amused, incredulous look from the corner of his eye, but you could see the way the corner of his mouth twitched in panic.

The floor shook with the emperor’s laughter, his tail lashing behind him and knocking over a potted plant.

“My son, your supposed mate is quite funny. She offers me her hand like a commoner would, not surprising considering her upbringing.”

Though his words sounded rude, there was no malice behind it. He reached out one of his claws, and you shook it.

It took you a moment to register the cool feeling of his claw turning into the warmth of a human hand. He had shifted into a more humanoid form… and a handsome one at that.

Though he was older and taller, you could tell the resemblance to the prince. He was definitely his father, there was no doubting that.

“I assume this form may be less threatening to a human such as yourself. It may not seem like it, but I take no pleasure in frightening those who may become my family.”

His touch was firm, but not rough. The emperor moved away from you just as the prince’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Ah, my apologies, son. She’s yours, isn’t she?”

The prince’s appearance had changed slightly, his dragon features becoming more prominent. Dark scales appeared along his face and arms, his horns growing in size to the point they looked too heavy for his head.

It was clear he was incredibly protective of you, disliking his father being too friendly with his mate. It made you feel quite happy, seeing how worked up he got over a perceived threat.

Your fingertips lights caressed his cheek, and slowly he calmed down. His scales flattened out into smooth skin again, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s alright,” you murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t fuss, everything will be okay.”

Something about you soothed his soul in a way no one else could. To anyone watching, it was obvious that you were his soulmate.

“It seems you have finally found the one, my son.”

Your hand suddenly grew hot, and you yelped as you held your hand up to see what was causing the sudden pain.

There was now a ring on your ring finger, the color of the stone the same as the prince’s eyes. On his hand was a matching band, encrusted with jewels that matched your eyes.

“I have recognized your mating bond as being valid. The wedding shall take place when the moon is full once more.”

The prince squeezed your hand, his thumb running over your new ring possessively. You could tell by the way he sniffed at you that he was eager to get you back to his bedroom.

Though part of you was thrilled to be tied to someone that made your heart flutter inside your chest… insecurities still lingered in your mind.

Did he truly love you? You’d only known him for 24 hours, there was no way he could… it all had to be because of your mating bond…

Right..?

Almost as if sensing your unease, the emperor chuckled. “My son, it seems you and your mate are eager to consummate this mating bond. Perhaps it’s time to show her your feelings.”

With that, he gave a nod to one of the deities lounging about nearby. “Begin preparations for the wedding… and tell everyone that interrupting the future emperor and empress tonight will bring severe punishments.”

The two of you were dismissed with a wave of the emperor’s hand, and your lover was quick to gather you in his arms and carry you back to his room.

“Father may be intimidating and married to the most evil bitch alive, but at least he can understand that the newly tied need privacy.”

You whimpered when his face nuzzled against your neck, your heart beating faster as he inhaled your scent.

“Gods… I’ll be mating with you before the banquet, I cannot hold back any longer…”

The second the door to his room was closed, his lips smashed into yours. He was desperate for you, his hands roaming your plump hips and holding on tightly.

“Your scent has been driving me insane… I need you, darling…”

You let out a whimper as he lowered you onto the bed, your thighs trembling lightly at the memory of last night. Pleasures unimaginable had been given to you, and you were sure that it would only get better now.

But…

“… are you sure this is what you want?”

His lips paused on your neck, his hands moving from your hips to your face. He held onto your chin, tilting it up to meet his face. “… what do you mean, my love? Of course I want you, we’re mates-“

“Is that the only reason!?”

His eyes widened when you raised your voice, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The past day you had been doubting his love for you, seeing it as only instinctual…

“(Name)… you don’t understand how much I adore you.”

You melted as he kisses your eyelids, his touch tender and affectionate. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one. Mating bonds are important, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you outside of it. You’re kind, you make me smile and feel like…”

He sighed, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Let me show you something.”

The prince pulled back, and you felt your body ache when his warmth faded from your skin. He slowly disrobed, letting the expensive fabric fall to the ground.

His torso was littered with scars, long and jagged, all seemed to be caused by fighting. The prince didn’t meet your eye as he spoke.

“Most celestial deities heal wounds like these easily, but try as I might, these scars do not seem to heal. It is because… I am weak.”

He hung his head in shame, hair falling to hide his face. “How can I even think of taking care of a mate when I can’t even protect you? I’m-

You reached out and grabbed his hand before he continued. You placed your fingertips over one of his scars, shaking your head.

“Don’t say that…”

It was quiet, your touch soothing on his scarred skin. He shuddered as your traces each wound, every movement of your fingers tender and full of love.

“Having scars doesn’t make you weak, not at all… it shows you’ve survived so much… it’s evidence of how strong you are.”

The prince did not say anything, simply wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. All he could have ever wanted was his mate to accept him as he was, completely.

You truly were meant to be his.

“I need you, (Name), my love… my body burns with desire every time you touch me.”

He had waited long enough. Being so close to you had caused him to slowly enter an almost rut like state. If he couldn’t mate with you soon, he’d go crazy.

“Then I want you to have me… I need to be yours…” you said, leaning into his touch. His chest tumbled at your words, the scales from before coming back. This time it wasn’t out of anger, no, he was very pleased.

“As you wish, my love. I will make you mine entirely, just give me your trust and I will give you my heart.”

This time you initiated the kiss, much to his delight. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in.

A battle for dominance began, your tongues fighting but you gave in quickly. He was strong, and you wanted him to ravish you. You were giving yourself to him.

He was quick to shred through your clothes. The displeasure of such a nice dress going to waste only lasted for a second before you melted into his arms.

“Divine, just gorgeous…” he murmured, groping one of your breasts. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”

He lightly tugged at one of your nipples, the other one sucked on lightly. His tongue swirled around the perky bud, his free hand moving downwards, towards your clothed cunt.

For a minute he rubbed you through your underwear, lightly circling your clit. His ear twitched when you let out a breathy moan, your hips bucking lightly into his hand.

His cock twitched, already erect and desperate to be inside of you. But he was a gentleman, and couldn’t bear the thought of potentially hurting his mate.

So he was gentle, removing your soaked underwear and prodding at your needy hole. “Look at that, someone is excited…”

“Says you…” you managed to get out between moans, feeling his fingers curl up and hit the perfect spot inside of you. “You’re spilling precum all over my thighs…”

He grinned, enjoying your back and forth banter. “Oh? Then perhaps it’s time to get on with it. After all…”

His head pushed against your cunt, eliciting a moan from both of you. “I don’t want to waste a single drop of my seed… it all needs to be inside of my mate…”

And then he penetrated you. At first it hurt, the stretch feeling uncomfortable, like you were being pulled apart. You’d never seen a human man naked, but you assumed he was bigger than average.

If you had to guess, you’d say he was around 8-9 inches long, and girty too. Taking him wasn’t easy, and he hated seeing tears well up in your eyes because of him.

Being inside of you felt heavenly. You were warm and tight, and he could cum just from being fully sheathed in your fat cunt… but he felt terrible for feeling so much pleasure while you were in pain.

“It’s going to be alright, sweetheart…” he murmured, one of his claws caressing your hips. “I’m going to be gentle, this pain won’t last for long…”

He peppered kisses along your neck, waiting patiently for you to calm down and for the pain to ease. The prince was well aware of the size difference between you and him, and that if he wasn’t careful during mating, his form could shift and grow larger, potentially harming you.

He was right, soon the pain began to ebb away, dulling until all you could feel was pleasure washing over your body. His cock twitched inside of you, and you arched your back.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your chest rising and falling as your breathing picked up. He could feel how wet you were, and began to move slowly.

The moan the movements of his lips elicited from you caused him to groan, his eyes flicking to your flustered face.

“M-more… please?”

Though there was part of him that wanted to make you beg and plead for more, he wanted to fuck you too much to pause and wait. They had all of the time in the world to make love, but right now he needed you desperately.

His hips slapped against yours as he picked up the pace, claws gripping so tightly that you could feel them piercing your skin.

But that light pain paled in comparison to the intense pleasure you felt as your velvety walls clenched around him in your first orgasm of the night.

“So good… so fucking good…”

He groaned into your neck, breathing your scent mixed in with the smell of sex in the air. The prince could have gotten drunk off of that alone.

Your head soon grew fuzzy with pleasure, and all you could think of was how good it felt to be absolutely ravished by your mate.

All thoughts of gentleness were thrown out the window as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder so he could push deeper inside. He watched as he cock moved in and out, covered in your slick…

When he came, you felt yourself being stretched, his cock swelling inside of you. So much cum was stuffed into your womb, your tummy full of his seed.

Something about being filled with your mate’s cum felt… right. Like it was the natural thing to do, he needed to stuff you full of his seed like a good mate should…

He stayed inside for a while, rutting against you even as he continued to cum. He didn’t want to leave your warmth…

But despite that, he was nowhere near satisfied… but despite your whines, he pulled out a moment later.

“… gods… don’t fret, my love… we can continue after dinner. Trust me, you’ll need your energy for tonight.”

He gave your clit one last teasing flick before pulling your soaked panties back over your cunt.

“Ah, my love… you’ll need another bath. I’ll fetch the-“

You held onto his hand, shaking your head. “I wanna… take a bath with you…”

In reality you didn’t want to be with those gossiping women again. The things they said about the prince upset you, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold your tongue this time.

Even if some of the rumors might be true, your mate wasn’t some monster. He was kind to you, he yearned for acceptance in a world that deemed him weak for having scars.

“A bath with me, hmm? Can’t get enough of me can you?”

Though he was teasing you, it was clear the fact you wanted to stay near him brought the prince endless joy. “It seems my puppy knows where her home is already.”

This made you pout, and he cooed over you. “Oh, don’t make that face, I’m joking.”

With that he lifted you up, kissing your forehead. “Of course you can bathe with me. I’d rather not have anyone else see you covered in my seed anyways.”

You let him rinse you off, his hands lingering on your messy cunt as his cock fucked your thighs. You were both still feeling needy, wanting to fuck like rabbits, but were holding back.

It wasn’t easy, and you felt your cheeks grow warm over how much a whore you’d become in 24 hours. All you could think of was him sinking his cock inside of you again…

“Mmm…” he purred against your neck, rubbing the washcloth over your tits as his cock stayed nestled between your thighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your body…”

He gently squished your soft belly, playing with your warm and malleable fat. “So squishy, I love it so much…”

From one look around the palace you noticed most of the women were quite thin, so it was safe to assume he really had never been in the arms of a woman like you.

You were chubby, with thick thighs and an ample bosom. To just commoners, you were seen as a fertile woman that could handle childbirth without any problems.

And it seemed his dragon side went completely feral at that thought.

The two of you cuddled as you waited for the servant girls to bring your fitted dresses. There was a fluffy robe for each of you waiting on the freshly cleaned bed after your bath.

This was what being rich probably felt like. Being waited on hand and foot, not even having to tell someone to clean your cum and sweat soaked sheets.

With an embarrassed squee, you made a mental note to thank the women that had to clean that up later. It couldn’t have been an easy task.

A knock on the door caused you to look up. The servant girl from before bowed, walking in and offering her hand.

“I can dress you n-“

The prince pulled you back into his lap, growling lowly as his scales popped up all over his body. Even his face looked more reptilian than human.

“Don’t you dare touch her without my permission.”

You blinked in surprise, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow. He seemed almost feral, and you could feel him rubbing against you, trying to make sure you were covered in his scent.

The servant girl was on the floor, trembling and holding her arms up to defend herself, which caused your mate to ease up. You could tell he felt guilty for lashing out at a defenseless woman, but he was on edge knowing you’d be seeing his stepmother again at dinner.

“… I apologize, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

His grip loosened on you, allowing you to feel all forward and help the woman up. “Get her dressed… then take the day off.”

You glanced back at him as the servant girl dressed yiu with shaking hands. It was clear he felt terrible despite the cold facade he had up. You knew you mate well, already able to tell when he was upset.

“My love…”

He perked up when you were fully dressed, your hair and makeup done to perfection. The prince’s tail slapped against the floor, his cheeks flushed a light pink.

“You’re gorgeous…”

When he realized how lovestruck he looked, the prince cleared his throat. His signature cocky smirk overtook his face once more, and he offered his arm to you. “May I escort you to the banquet, my princess?”

You gave him a fond smile, taking his arm. “It would be an honor, my prince.”

He escorted you to the banquet, barely holding back from grabbing your ass as his hand slipped to your lower back. You just smelled way too fragrant, making his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined being inside of you again.

“Welcome.”

The prince froze in place, his hand pausing on the small of your back as he met eyes with his father’s wife.

“Mother. Thank you for putting this together…” he said, his tail slowly wrapping around your lower half and pulling you close. It seemed his dragon features became more prominent when he wanted to protect you…

“I hope your little… mate knows proper etiquette. She will not embarrass me at this banquet. Having a commoner, a mere human peasant as a mate is already humiliating enough, so make sure you keep her in check.”

Your smile faltered, an uncomfortable silence falling over the two of you.

The prince’s jaw tensed up. “… don’t speak of her as if she is not here. Whether you like it or not, she’s my mate and I love her.”

Her face became even colder, her eyes narrowing. “You should watch who you’re talking to. I’m the empress, y-“

“And? (Name) will soon be the empress herself, so have some damn respect!”

His stepmother drew back, clutching her pearls. “I hope you know your father will hear about this!”

With that, she turned on her heels and left. You glanced at him, holding onto his sleeve. “… why does she treat you like that? You don’t deserve it…”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s because I’m the son of a concubine. She hasn’t been able to birth a son for my father, meaning none of her children will be able to take the throne. It’s pathetic, and I’m not afraid of her anymore.”

He pulled out your chair for you, smiling fondly. “When I was a child, she used to terrorize me… but I have someone I need to protect now. I don’t have time to be afraid of some old hag.”

Before you could sit, he took your seat and pulled you into his lap. “Maybe it’s better if you stay close. She can be pretty vindictive. And…”

You felt his bulge rub lightly against you.

“We should have some fun at our own banquet, shouldn’t we?”

The table was filled with various foods, some you had never seen before, but everything smelled absolutely delicious.

There were deities taking seats all around you, some glancing your way but quickly turning when the prince bared his fangs. Not a single person dared to challenge him, not when his protectiveness was high due to mating with you for the first time.

The emperor and empress entered the banquet hall, and everyone stood besides you and the prince. He kept you seated on his lap, lightly moving your hips along his clothed erection.

The two took their seats, and the emperor waved his hand, causing everyone to sit as well.

“As you all know by now, you've all been gathered here to celebrate my son’s success in finding his mate. Now that he has one, the throne shall be passed down to him after the wedding.”

Whispers broke out among the dinner guests, some upset and others curious. You wanted to hide away, having everyone’s eyes on you made your heart race.

“Silence.”

Not a single peep could be heard when the emperor’s voice rang out in the banquet hall, echoing off the walls.

“I heard my son was disrespectful towards the empress. Was that right, my son?”

The empress stared down at the happy couple, her lip twitching into a sinister smile. The prince gave his father a nod.

“She bad mouthed my mate. If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing.”

Before the empress could retort, the emperor held up his hand. “I see. I hope my family can get along in the future. After all, my son will soon be the emperor.”

His eyes shifted towards the empress. “Some of you would do well to remember that soon, he will be the one in charge.”

The empress quietly seethed after that, and the banquet continued without a hitch. As you ate, he rubbed at your belly, his fingers occasionally brushing against your crotch.

He was an absolute horndog, needing you like a man dying of thirst needs water.

“We’ll be taking our leave now,” your mate announced once you both had your fill. He did nothing to hide his erection, lifting you into his arms.

“I hope you keep your promise to make sure no one bothers us, father.”

The emperor simply chuckled, waving the two of you away. “Go on, you won’t be disturbed.”

With every step he took towards your shared bedchambers, the prince became more beastly. It seemed it was hard to keep his human form when he was this needy for you.

The second you were both behind closed doors, his cock was already out of his pants and rubbing against your back, his hands trembling with excitement as he lifted your dress to stare at your drooling cunt.

“You need me, don’t you princess?”

His fingers dragged along your wetness, gathering up your slick before bringing it to his mouth. “I could taste you for hours…”

You felt his fingers pump in and out of you, and this time he wasn’t as gentle. He bit down on your thigh, leaving a few hickeys and bite marks along your soft flesh.

Anyone that saw you would know you were his, the prince would make sure of that.

Your brain was already starting to turn to mush, you weren’t sure if you’d be completely luciduribg this. It just felt so good, he was an expert at this.

His long, textured tongue lapped at your folds. It was almost like a cat’s tongue, just less rough, and it was replacing his fingers. That’s how long it was.

He tongue fucked you, his hands squeezing your thighs as he drew out your moans and cries, lightly smacking your ass when you squirmed. It was a gentle warning to stay still…

The prince wanted to enjoy his meal.

You came around his tongue, clenching as your hips bucked wildly upwards, and only then did he draw back and give you a lust filled look.

That’s when he slowly pushed his cock into you, the familiar feeling of you warmth making him melt against you. Nothing else had ever made him feel so at home, he only got this feeling when he was buried inside of your cunt. This was where he was supposed to plant his seed, and he had to breed you.

He rammed into you, moving his lips to your neck to suck and bite at you as he pounded your poor pussy.

But after a moment, he pulled out, his hand on your belly as he panted softly. The way you whimpered and begged for him to continue was endearing, but he had other things in mind.

“You’re mine… and I just can’t hold back anymore…”

His form frew, his cock nearly doubling inside as he became the closest to a dragon yet. Dark scales covered his body, massive arms at eaither of your sides keeping you caged underneath him. His scaly underbelly brushed against you,

Though his cock was intimidatingly big and would stretch you out to your limit, he knew he could fit it inside of you.

It throbbed, laying against your belly as he leaned forward to nudge his dragon head against your face in an affectionate and possessive display.

Though for a moment you felt fear seeing such a beast hovering over you, his eyes met yours and you relaxed. This was still the prince… and you loved him even in this form. Not despite it, no, you adored his smooth black scales that felt like cool river rocks and the warmth of his belly.

“I need you…” he murmured, his chest rumbling with a purr. “If… you don’t want this, I’ll-“

You lifted your hips, letting the top lip of his cock rub against your folds. He let out a growl, his hips snapping forward, and you felt him pushing in.

Even though the stretch felt like your virginity was being taken for a second time, you kissed his snout. “O want this…”

With your confirmation, he sunk fully in, giving you a moment to adjust before he began to move.

Moans and whimpers echoed through the room as your lover fucked you stupid. With each slap of his hips against yours, you saw stars.

Your tummy bulged with his cock, his claw running over the imprint. “You’re taking me so well, such a good little mate…”

His balls tightened, and he roared as he came inside of you for the first time that night. Hot, thick ropes of sticky cum shot inside of you, filling your womb and making your belly feel hot.

But he wasn’t done with you, not even close.

The prince turned you on your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he mounted you, pounding your pussy at an animalistic pace. Your cunt clenched around him so perfectly, the fat flesh on your ass rippling with each powerful thrust.

A clawed hand reached between your legs, carefully rubbing at your clit. He loved the way you came around his cock, how you cried out for more even as you were stuffed to the brink with his cum.

“I know, my sweet, you want it all don’t you? Selfish little thing, but I love you all the same.”

He pushed your face into the pillow, growling and purring into your ear as he listened to your muffled moans. You were drooling, your eyes glazed over with pleasured tears, and his chest swelled with pride to know he was the one making you feel this way.

No one else could see you in this state. Your body bare and covered in your own cum, his beginning to drip out of your cunt. You were an utter mess, only able to moan and babble out pleas for more, and each time you did he fulfilled your requests.

After all, he was a good mate. You wanted him to touch you, to increase his speed, or change the angle of his hips so his cock hit the perfect spot? He’d do so in a heartbeat, all to please you.

The prince slumped over you, slowly reverting back to his humanoid form as he came inside of you again. You were worn out, and he could see your pussy clenching around nothing when he pulled out.

“Aww, still needy…”

He gathered up some of his cum, cooing softly as he shoved it back into you with his fingers, pumping them in and out. “Look at you, wasting all of this. Naughty girl, do I have to start all over again?”

The night was long, and every time you grew too exhausted to carry on, he used a bit of his power to rejuvenate you. Heated kisses were left along your bruised skin, a satisfied purr leaving his throat as he spotted some of the hickeys and bites he had given you earlier.

“You look so pretty, decorated with my marks. No one else would dare to even lay a finger on you, not when you’re completely covered in my scent and bites.”

He nuzzled against your neck as you sat on his lap, cockwarming him. The prince was kind enough to give you a break, though he couldn’t bear to pull out of you, even for a second.

The prince smiled fondly, rubbing his hand over your swollen belly. “You know… I’d be happy if you were able to carry my young, but I know there’s a chance it won’t happen due to our difference in anatomy.”

He nibbled softly on your neck and shoulder. “But I don’t care, you’re my mate regardless. Having children would be nice but it’s not a necessity.”

You sighed in relief. In all honesty, part of you had been afraid he would abandon you for another celestial deity if you could not produce an heir. You were only human after all…

His teeth grazed your jaw, but you felt no fear. “Mmm… I’ve only known you a day but it feels like an eternity. Perhaps that is what being soul bonded to someone feels like…”

“I feel that way too… it’s like we’ve always been together, or at least… we were meant to be.”

The two of you shared a kiss, one of his hands on your ample breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his tongue ran across yours.

Once you both were worn out and the sun had come up, he finally curled up in bed with you to rest properly. Binge again you felt almost like a newborn baby being held and protected, safe and warm. You were getting used to this kind of thing… getting used to being loved.

When you awoke with a whine, you were being carried away by the prince. He glanced down, giving you a quick kiss. “Quiet now, love. We’re going to escape for a bit. Let’s call it our early honeymoon.”

You let out a laugh, quickly shushed by your mate. “But we haven’t even married yet, love.”

The prince grinned. “Yes, but once we’re married I’ll have too many responsibilities to take care of because I’ll be emperor. Let’s enjoy our freedom until then.”

He leapt across a sea of stars, and you reached down to touch it. Bits of stardust clung to your fingertips, glowing brightly.

“There’s a hot spring, we’ll relax there for a few days… or until they notice we’re missing.”

The celestial hot springs were beautiful, and once you stepped into the water, you felt your body relax and melt. “Oh wow…”

The prince pulled you in, holding you in his lap. “B-but this isn’t the mixed bath, you shouldn’t-“

You were quieted when his cock nudged against you. The two of you were both still very sensitive from your mating bond, there was no way you could say no to having him inside of you.

“Mmm…”

He admired your curves, one of his hands giving your soft belly a squish as you lowered yourself onto his cock. “Pretty girl knows where the best seat in the house is, doesn’t she?”

You pouted, but he was right. The last few days had been utter bliss, you were already addicted to your mate’s scent and cum.

Just a whiff of his cologne or musk was enough to have you clench around him, and he was close to bursting when he smelled your arousal.

“Good girl, my sweet little mate…”

He bounced you on his cock lazily, sinking into the water a bit as he licked at your neck.

“I love you, (Name).”

You leaned against his chest, letting him guide your hips up and down. He was good at this, knowing when to speed up or change his rhythm to really get you going.

“And I love you, my prince. More than anything… you’ve made my life worth living.”

He tucked your head under his chin, embracing you. It wasn’t long before the two of you were done in the hot springs and ready to continue your love making in the bedroom.

The two of you spent several days at the hot spring, enjoying the water, food, and making love as often as possible. By the time someone came to pick you up, you were sure the hot spring was at least 80% cum.

‘Sorry, future customer,’ you thought to yourself, leaving against the prince as he guided you to the carriage.

It had all been like a dream. He had whisked you away into a fairy tale world, making you feel like a real life princess.

For the rest of your life, he would worship and adore you. With every kiss and touch, that fact was made clear.

To be loved by the prince was an honor. You were the thing he treasured the most, and you would continue to love him just as he was.

“Do you think dreams come true?” your asked, leaning against his shoulder as the carriage continued on towards the palace.

“Mhm, I do,” the prince murmured, pulling you closer. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this my entire life… and I finally have you.”

You smiled and drifted off in his arms, feeling like the luckiest girl ever.

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#dragon smut #10 out of 10 #WHOO get a water tank for the THIRST

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happysnowseal · 1 month ago

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What if this was Rafayel and MC? 🧜‍♂️

Hear me out, oblivious merman with a reader who can't swim. He's been eyeing you for a long time now, so when the chance arises, he nonchalantly steals you away from the other humans.

He's convinced everyone just floats naturally. Has no idea why you're trashing around and screaming for help - he's courting you! He'd never harm you, so why are you so afraid of...Oh...you're sinking. Is this some sort of teasing? Are you playing hard to get?

(He does eventually retrieve you once you go limp under the water, utterly mortified that he almost drowned his beloved)

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happysnowseal · 1 month ago

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HEED THE WARNINGS!!! ‼️

But oh my... this is my ISH. Deliciously written, so sinful and so much adrenaline pumping through my veins as I read this. I swear, this type of writing sticks in my head. It was so good! When the banner first came out, all I could see was noncon and reading this was so satisfying. 🥰

Shattered Birdcage

Word Count: 9.5k

Summary: Sylus loses control due to the Frenzy Enhancer and you don't find the activater in time...causing him to become sexually aggressive and desperate to claim you for himself :3

Tags: praedator!Sylus x fem!reader, predator x prey, noncon, intense choking, rough sex, forced orgasm, degradation, biting, blood, injury, cunnilingus, creampie, threats, mentions of breeding, nicknames like little bird, near death experience (no one actually dies don't worry!!), fluffy ending to soften the blow :33

Taglist: @magpie-the-goblin-girl @sxremmie @lem-hhn @silverbrain @sizzlingtigerkitten @msslytherin00 @letharue @yu-irene @poptrim @monster-effer @ditsynddotsy @size0forhollywood @its-regretti @queenofstresss @reiheis @valentinared

AN: Hiii guys!! Are we enjoying the new banner? I AM! This is literally a dream come true for me. So I decided to write a fic based on it with a little twist hehe. Please heed the warnings guys, this is a very intense fic and I tagged it accordingly. This is legitmately straight up noncon, not cnc. If you asked for a tag and weren't tagged its cause I couldn't find your age on your profile anywhere, sorry! Enjoy!

You exhale slowly, fingers brushing over the edges of the movie tickets still tucked in your pocket before letting them go. The paper crinkles softly, a fragile reminder of something almost normal. But it doesn’t belong to you anymore. Maybe it never did.

Then, the world shatters.

The fire alarm shrills, a piercing, agonizing wail that erupts through the hospital like a banshee’s scream. Panic spreads instantly, as sudden and violent as a tidal wave crashing over an unprepared shore.

The chaos begins.

Screams.

Heavy, frantic footsteps thunder down the halls. The sterile walls of the hospital, once cold and quiet, now tremble with the desperate energy of fear. The mechanical beep of heart monitors, the faint hum of fluorescent lights—all of it drowns beneath the raw, unfiltered sound of survival.

Somewhere outside your room, a woman’s voice splinters the air.

"Fire! Help!"

Her cry is swallowed by the deafening roar of the alarm, by the clatter of overturned medical carts, by the stampede of bodies flooding the halls. A shadow streaks past the glass window of your door, her silhouette vanishing into the growing plumes of smoke curling along the ceiling.

Then—movement behind you. You turn, locking eyes with Sylus. He doesn’t flinch.

He leans casually against the wall, utterly unbothered by the pandemonium unraveling around you. Smoke licks at the edges of his leather top, but he remains still, red eyes gleaming with something sharp, knowing, entertained. The ghost of a smirk plays at his lips.

"They’re right on schedule," he murmurs, his voice smooth, unaffected, like this is nothing more than a carefully executed performance.

He extends his hand toward you, as if inviting you into a dance.

Your pulse kicks up, but you don’t hesitate. You take his hand.

His fingers curl around yours—strong, steady, warm despite the growing heat. With a single pull, you propel yourself forward, slipping past the threshold of the hospital room and into the chaos beyond.

Smoke greets you first, thick and curling, its acrid tendrils slithering into your lungs like a living thing. The air is already changing—heat warping it, bending it, making it heavier. The moment you inhale, your throat burns. You clamp your sleeve over your mouth, but the effort is futile. The stench of burning plastic and antiseptic chemicals invades your senses, clawing at your eyes, your nose, your lungs.

Outside, the scene is worse.

Patients in hospital gowns stumble through the smoke, their movements disjointed, frantic. Some clutch at IV stands like lifelines, others trip over their own feet, disoriented by the blaring alarms and the thick, suffocating haze.

Doctors and nurses shout over the chaos, their voices lost in the hurricane of fear. Someone grabs your arm—a patient, her face streaked with sweat and panic, begging for help—but you pull away. You don’t have time.

You aren’t here to run.

You and Sylus move against the current, pushing past the flood of bodies surging toward the exits. The sheer force of them is overwhelming, a sea of desperation crashing around you, dragging you under. A body collides with yours their fingers tangling in your sleeve—but you break free, heart hammering as you surge toward the stairwell.

"We’ll lead them to the rooftop!" you yell, the words raw in your throat.

Sylus doesn’t answer, but he’s right beside you, his presence like a gravitational pull you can’t escape.

The stairwell looms ahead, doors thrown open as black smoke pours inside, bleeding into the emergency lights like a living shadow. The second you reach it, you don’t hesitate.

You take the stairs two, three at a time, Sylus still close behind you.

The heat is worse here. It rises from below, clawing at your legs, your back, the nape of your neck. Your breath comes in ragged bursts, your lungs searing, aching, screaming for fresh air. Each step feels like an eternity, each turn of the stairwell winding tighter, suffocating.

But you don’t stop.

Then—light.

A final shove against the rooftop doors, and you break through.

The moment you stumble outside, the temperature drops violently.

The cold slaps you across the face, stealing the breath from your lungs, shocking your overheated body into momentary stillness. The wind howls, slicing through the thick sweat on your skin, tangling through your hair, but it does nothing to mute the screams below.

And these screams are different.

Not panicked. Not desperate.

Dying.

A sickening weight drops into your stomach. Sylus steps up beside you, his stance tense, rigid, watchful. He doesn’t need to say it. You already know.

Ever’s assassins are here.

Your skin prickles as you scan the rooftop, the smoke too thick, the night too quiet. You can feel it in your bones—something is waiting.

Then—a shadow moves.

Then another.

Then—

Gunfire.

The first shot splits the air like a knife through silk.

You react instinctively, twisting your body out of the way as the bullet slams into the concrete near your foot, sending a sharp spray of dust and shattered stone into the air.

Another shot.

Sylus shoves you sideways, his movements lightning-fast, the force of it throwing you just out of the bullet’s path. Another impact—a bullet embedding itself into the rooftop behind where you had been standing only seconds before.

A crack split the air, followed by another. Sparks erupted as bullets ricocheted off metal pipes and rooftop vents, spraying embers into the night. Instinct kicked in before thought—you dropped low, rolling to the side just as a round zipped past your ear, embedding itself in the wall behind you.

Sylus moved with effortless precision, dodging fire as if it were choreographed. His jacket billowed as he twisted, reaching for his blade. A flash of steel. A wet gurgle. One assassin crumpled before he even realized he was dead.

You pivoted on your heel, raising your own weapon. A pull of the trigger—a sharp crack through the air. The man before you barely had time to react before the bullet found its mark. His body jerked violently, blood misting into the wind before he collapsed.

Another shot. Another fall.

They kept coming.

More shadows emerged from the darkness, gunfire tearing through the night in an unrelenting onslaught. You both wove through them like ghosts, striking fast, striking first. Your heart pounded as you ducked beneath a swing, countering with a sharp jab to the ribs, twisting your opponent’s wrist until his own weapon turned against him. A single shot. A final breath.

Sylus barely broke a sweat, his movements fluid, brutal, decisive. He drove his blade into one assassin’s chest, twisting just enough to make it agonizing. The man gasped, a short, choked sound before Sylus wrenched the blade free and let him drop.

"Pathetic," he muttered, stepping over the body without a second glance.

More gunfire. More bodies dropping.

Silence.

The last assassin twitched once, then stilled, his fingers curling in the pool of blood spreading beneath him. The night was thick with the scent of gunpowder, metal, and death.

And then—sirens.

A chorus of wailing alarms grew louder in the distance, flashing red and blue bleeding into the night sky.

The battlefield of bodies lay still, the chaos settled into an eerie quiet. The stench of gunpowder and iron filled your lungs, coating your throat with the acrid tang of death. The last spent cartridges hit the concrete, rolling in slow, uneven circles before finally resting among the carnage. Smoke lingered in the cold night air, twisting in delicate tendrils around the lifeless figures strewn across the rooftop.

You pushed out a slow breath, feeling the adrenaline still burning in your veins. Your fingers flexed around the grip of your weapon before you finally holstered it. The police would be here soon, their sirens growing louder in the distance, but they weren’t your concern. These bodies—the nameless, faceless pawns of Ever—would be cleaned up. Their presence erased. Their deaths categorized as classified in some sealed document, buried beneath bureaucratic nonsense.

"Sylus, we're clear! Let's move!" your voice came out sharper than you intended, urgency overtaking you.

He didn’t respond right away.

He was standing unnervingly still, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with something unreadable. His expression was neutral, but there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, a glint of something dark that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. His movements were slow as he wiped away the smear of blood on his cheek, his fingers leaving faint streaks of red against his skin. The way he stood—too relaxed, too quiet—set off alarm bells in your mind, though you couldn’t yet pinpoint why.

Something in his expression made your gut clench. His usual amused arrogance was absent, replaced with something darker. His pupils were slightly blown, the faintest edge of something feral lurking in his gaze. The air around him felt charged, electric. Wrong.

Then a sound.

A wet, strangled cough.

You both turned.

The last assassin—one you had assumed was already dead—was still moving. Barely. He lay twisted on the ground, one arm stretched toward you, his fingers twitching, curled like claws. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath rattling, wet, his lungs failing him.

But his lips—coated in blood—were curled into a grotesque smile.

"Even though..." he wheezed, a broken chuckle rattling out from somewhere deep in his ruined throat. "We can't kill you or him..." He spat a thick glob of blood onto the ground, his grin stretching wider, his yellowed teeth bared like a rabid dog. "Both of you...can rot in hell!"

His fingers twitched, curling weakly around something small, something you hadn’t noticed before. Then, in one sharp motion, his fist clenched, and a sudden crack rang out. Glass shattered, the sharp snap almost lost in the cool air, but the moment you heard it, your stomach dropped. A dark, viscous liquid seeped between his fingers, mingling with the blood pooling on the rooftop floor.

Then you caught the scent.

It was faint at first, nearly masked by the coppery stench of death, but the moment it hit the back of your throat, your entire body locked up in realization. The chemical tang was sharp, bitter, something that curled into your lungs like acid. It was distinct. Familiar.

Your body reacted before your brain fully processed the danger.

"No—!"

Your pulse thundered in your skull.

The Frenzy Enhancer.

A biochemical compound designed for one thing: triggering an uncontrollable transformation in Praedators. The LCBI had confiscated hundreds of these vials from underground labs, tearing them away from illegal deals before they could be sold to the highest bidder. But no matter how much of it was taken off the streets, more always surfaced. It was unpredictable. Uncontrollable.

It worked fast—too fast.

You turned, heart pounding in your chest. Sylus had gone rigid, his muscles locking as though every nerve in his body had seized up at once. His breathing was deep, too deep, pulling in the scent like his body was craving it against his will. His head tilted slightly, nostrils flaring, a shudder running through him from head to toe.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, barely human.

Your blood turned to ice.

His pupils dilated until the irises nearly vanished, red pools swallowing the color in his gaze. His lips parted slightly, sharp, elongated canines catching the dim rooftop lights. He was salivating. A slick sheen of moisture gathered along his lower lip, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself together.

But he was losing the battle.

The Frenzy Enhancer wasn’t just a stimulant—it was a detonator. It bypassed control, restraint, morality. It didn’t just enhance what he was—it unchained it.

And right now, it was unraveling him.

"Sylus," you said carefully, your voice firm but measured. He twitched at the sound of his name, his head snapping toward you with a sharp, unnatural movement. His muscles trembled as if barely keeping himself together, but his gaze was locked onto you now—not as a comrade.

As prey.

You had seen this before as an Enforcer, watched it unfold in others who had been exposed to the drug. The Frenzy Enhancer didn’t just bring out what they were—it unchained them. It severed the link between logic and instinct, driving them into a state of raw, uncontrolled bloodlust. But this wasn’t just any Praedator—it was Sylus. He was already dangerously close to the edge even on a normal day, always teetering between control and destruction. Now, with the drug coursing through his system, you weren't sure how much time you had before he lost himself completely.

You had to move.

Reaching forward, you grabbed his arm, fingers locking tight around his wrist. His skin was hot, too hot. His entire body was trembling with need, his breath shuddering against his clenched teeth. The growl rumbling in his chest vibrated beneath your palm, every muscle in his arm wound taut like a spring waiting to snap.

"Come on," you gritted out, pulling him forward with force. He resisted, his stance firm, as though something inside him was battling whether to follow or attack. Your pulse thrummed in your throat.

Then he staggered.

It was slight, barely a misstep, but you used it. Yanking him forward, you dragged him across the rooftop, forcing his unsteady body toward the stairwell. His breath hitched in a ragged snarl, his movements twitchy, erratic, but he followed.

For now.

Each step was a battle. He stumbled against you, his balance skewed, his instincts fighting him at every turn. By the time you both reached the underground corridors of NightStrix HQ, his breathing had become ragged, his body burning up from the inside out. His restraint was slipping fast.

You shoved open the heavy steel door, dragging him inside. Deep within the base, hidden away from the rest of the world, the reinforced cage ready to hold the beast that was about to be unleashed.

Sylus grunted against you, his breath coming in hot, ragged bursts as you dragged you both into the containment cage. His body was burning up, his muscles twitching violently under your grip, every fiber of him trembling with the overwhelming need to break free. Each second that passed was a countdown to catastrophe. The Frenzy was about to take full hold, and if you didn’t restrain him now, you might not get another chance.

You fumbled with the heavy iron chains, fingers slick with sweat as you worked to loop one around his thrashing limbs. The muzzle. You needed to get the muzzle on first. Your heart pounded as you grabbed it from the steel hooks on the wall, forcing it over his mouth while he snarled, his body lurching violently against you.

"Sylus, stop—!"

He thrashed hard, nearly knocking you to the floor. His strength was unnatural, monstrous, and it was only getting worse. With a final shove, you managed to secure the muzzle around his face, locking the metal straps tightly at the back of his head. But before you could reach for the second chain, he bucked with terrifying force, sending you stumbling backward. You barely had time to clasp the restraint around one of his legs before you were forced to scramble out of the cage.

The second you slammed the heavy door shut, he lunged.

The impact rattled through the metal bars as his shoulder slammed into them, the force sending vibrations into the floor beneath you. You jumped, heart hammering in your ribs, your breath coming too fast. He slid down slightly, panting, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven gasps.

Then, without warning, he laughed.

A dark, guttural chuckle, low and mocking, twisted through the air like poison. His pupils were blown slightly wide now, black swallowing the color of his irises as he tilted his head toward you. Even through the muzzle, his teeth gleamed, sharp and lethal.

"Won’t you help me?" he rasped, his voice thick with something twisted—half-growl, half-seduction.

You froze.

He was still partially unrestrained. That single remaining chain wasn’t enough—if the Frenzy fully took hold, he could snap it in seconds. If you waited too long, he would be too far gone.

You had to finish restraining him now.

Swallowing the tight lump in your throat, you slowly stepped forward into the cage. Your pulse roared in your ears, your body screaming at you to run, but you forced your limbs to obey. You kept your eyes on him, watching every twitch of his muscles, every flicker of movement. You knelt, reaching for the second chain, moving with deliberate slowness so you wouldn’t startle him.

"I’m not going to watch you turn into a monster, but I—"

You never got to finish.

Sylus lunged.

A blur of motion—heat, strength, raw power.

You barely had time to react before white-hot pain exploded in your neck.

A strangled scream tore from your throat as his teeth sank into your flesh, piercing deep, his jaws locking down like a predator making its first kill. Agony shot through your nerves, the sharp burn of torn skin flooding your senses. Your vision whited out for a second, pain so intense it nearly stole your breath.

Then instinct took over.

You snarled, swinging your fist up hard, your knuckles cracking against his cheekbone with enough force to send his head snapping sideways. The impact jarred his teeth free, a sharp burst of pain ripping through you as he tore away from your skin. Blood dripped from the wound, warm and wet, seeping between your fingers as you clutched your neck in blind panic.

For a moment, all you could do was breathe through the pain.

The air was thick with the scent of your own blood, sharp and metallic, mixing with the sweat and heat that clung to you both. Your hands trembled as you pulled them away from the wound, your fingers smeared crimson. The realization sent a sickening chill through you.

He had bitten you.

Not just attacked. Bitten.

Your gaze shot back up to him.

Sylus was licking his lips.

He ran his tongue slowly over the blood staining his mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as though savoring it. Then his pupils snapped back open, razor-sharp hunger gleaming in them.

"You taste delicious." His voice was thick, dripping with need, his words slurred with the edges of something inhuman. His breath came in heavy, fevered bursts, chest rising and falling as his restraint frayed further.

A shudder ran through his body, muscles twitching beneath his skin. His fingers flexed, nails digging into the concrete floor as his entire frame shook with the need to consume more.

"Come...just a little more..." he purred, voice dropping to something low and lethal.

Then he lunged again.

You dodge just in time, barely avoiding the brutal force of his lunge. The heat of his breath scorches the space between you as he snarls, his entire body moving like a coiled beast just barely restrained by human skin. The instant he gets too close, you strike—your fist colliding with his cheekbone in a sharp, jarring impact that sends a jolt of pain radiating up your arm. The force of the hit knocks his head to the side, his body twisting under the sudden blow, but even as he stumbles, something in your gut tells you it isn’t enough.

Your heart pounds wildly, your breath coming in uneven gasps as you prepare yourself for whatever comes next. But Sylus doesn’t fall. He doesn’t even cry out. Instead, he slowly turns back to face you, a sluggish, almost lazy motion, as if he’s savoring the sting of your hit. And then—he smiles.

“Oh…I like when my prey puts up a fight,” he purrs, his voice slithering through the air like something alive. His eyes gleam with raw, unhinged hunger, pupils swallowing what little color remains. The way he tilts his head, the way his lips curl over the metal of his muzzle—it sends a sickening chill down your spine.

The Frenzy has him now. Completely.

You swallow hard, trying to suppress the shudder threatening to wrack your frame. Every inch of your body is screaming at you to run, but you plant your feet firm against the cold concrete, refusing to let fear consume you. If you let him see weakness, if you let him smell it, you’ll lose control of the situation entirely.

"Sylus! Stop it!" you shout, willing your voice to be strong. "Please, I know you're in there somewhere! I just need to—"

He lunges again.

The movement is blindingly fast. One second he's still and the next, he’s twisting, lunging toward you with a violent, predatory force. You barely manage to throw yourself to the side, feeling the rush of displaced air as he snaps at the space where your throat had just been. You seize the opening, grabbing hold of the second restraint with trembling hands and slamming it onto his other wrist. The sharp clank of metal follows as his chains yank him back, keeping him from reaching you—but only barely.

Your pulse slams against your ribs. If you don’t finish this now, he will get free.

His body writhes violently in front of you, hot with fever, drenched in sweat, trembling with animalistic hunger. He’s caught. Fully restrained now, arms suspended in place, unable to do anything but snarl and thrash.

Your arms shake as you stumble backward, breath ragged. You barely register your own hands drifting to your neck, fingers pressing against the torn skin where his teeth had sunk in only moments ago. The wound is deep, hot, raw, but you won’t die from it. Your body is immune to a Praedator’s venom—it’s one of the only reasons you’re even still alive right now. But that doesn’t stop the sick wave of nausea that rolls through you as your fingertips come away stained with more blood.

Sylus laughs.

The sound is low, rough, and dangerously amused.

"You scared?" he murmurs, voice still ragged with the aftershocks of his transformation, his breath coming in heavy, uneven bursts. His eyes flicker over you, roaming your body from head to toe, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every tiny tremor in your stance.

Your stomach tightens. You don’t answer.

His gaze lingers at your neck, at the place where his teeth had torn you open. His lips part slightly behind the muzzle, and his tongue flicks out, running along the bloodied edge of his mouth as if tasting the remnants of you still clinging to his skin. His chest rises and falls heavily, as if trying to restrain himself, but there’s something else lurking behind his eyes. You watch as his eyes roam up and down your body, seemingly lost in thought. He's thinking about something.

Something dark.

"Your idea of help is heartwarming," he muses as he staggers towards you a bit, his voice softer now, mocking, but no less dangerous.

You force yourself to hold his gaze, even as your breathing refuses to steady. Even as something deep in your gut tells you that Sylus isn’t as trapped as he looks.

Because despite the chains, despite the restraints keeping you apart, he’s still in control.

And he knows it.

"When you approach your prey, you must ensure your own safety first. You taught me this, Sylus."

Your voice is calm, controlled, but the pain radiating from your neck betrays the lie. Each breath you take feels like a blade dragging against raw flesh, a sharp pulse of heat throbbing beneath your skin. You try to ignore it, pushing past the discomfort, pushing past the rising tide of fear that threatens to anchor itself in your chest. There’s no time to waste. You need to find the activator—now. It’s buried somewhere in his body, a trigger designed to override the Frenzy and pull him back from the brink. If you don’t locate it soon, he’ll break free, and there will be no reining him in after that.

Sylus lets out a low scoff, but there’s no real amusement behind it. His breathing is heavy, uneven, his chest rising and falling in quick bursts as though he’s barely holding himself together. Sweat beads at his temple, strands of hair clinging to his skin, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if there’s any part of him left fighting from within, if the Sylus you know is still buried somewhere beneath all that raw, seething hunger.

"Prey?" he murmurs, rolling the word slowly across his tongue like he’s savoring the taste of it. His voice is hoarse, thick with something not quite human, something that sends an instinctual shiver down your spine.

You don’t answer. You can’t. The way he said that definitely indicated that he is not the prey here.

Instead, you move carefully, methodically, circling behind him. His arms are still suspended above his head, iron restraints locking him in place, but you know better than to let yourself feel safe. Chains mean nothing to him. They’re a hindrance at best, a mere delay in what will happen if you fail. Even now, his muscles flex, the sharp ripple of movement beneath his skin a silent warning of what he’s capable of. The heat coming off him is unnatural, feverish, almost suffocating.

You steel yourself, steadying your breath as you press your fingers lightly against his back. Your touch is slow, deliberate, barely there as you search for the small, embedded activator. It should be beneath the skin, nestled somewhere between the shifting planes of muscle. But finding it means keeping your composure, means moving carefully enough that you don’t trigger a reaction.

Your fingers glide along the ridges of his spine, trailing lower, feeling for anything out of place. Every shift of your hand feels like balancing on a razor’s edge. Sylus flinches under your touch, his body tensing hard before he exhales, a low, guttural sound vibrating through his chest. You feel it under your fingertips, the tremor of restraint, of struggle.

A bead of sweat slips down your temple. Nothing. No scar tissue, no ridge of foreign anything beneath the surface that you can find.

“It’s not here…” you murmur under your breath, your stomach twisting as unease settles deep inside you.

Sylus lets out another breath, but this time, there’s something different about it. A chuckle—slow, deliberate, curling like smoke in the thick air between you.

"Do you think I’m putty in your hands?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, laced with something dangerous.

The sound sends a flicker of unease racing up your spine. He’s getting antsy. The patience he had been holding onto—if he had any at all—is unraveling quickly. His muscles are shifting beneath his skin again, his fingers twitching, testing the strength of his restraints. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling.

Your heart stutters. You need to hurry.

Just as you reach toward his ribs, he jerks violently.

A metallic snap rips through the air.

One of the restraints—one of the goddamn chains—breaks free.

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes snapping up just as Sylus rolls his newly freed wrist, fingers flexing as if he’s testing how much control he has left. Slowly, his head tilts toward you, his eyes burning like fire in the dim lighting.

The smile he gives you is chilling.

You don’t think. You react.

With a burst of adrenaline, you tackle him, shoving him hard enough that it sends you both tumbling to the ground. A low, reverberating growl rumbles through him, his chest vibrating beneath your hands as his body tenses against yours.

The struggle between you and Sylus is a mess of tangled limbs and desperation, your bodies locked in a frantic battle against the cold, unforgiving floor. Every shift of his body beneath yours is like wrestling with something barely restrained, a predator on the verge of breaking free from its chains. Heat radiates off his skin, far too intense, far too unnatural, as if his entire body is burning from the inside out. The feverish warmth seeps into your own skin, making it harder to focus, harder to breathe.

Your hands move over his chest, urgent, searching, pressing against the hard muscle beneath you in a frantic attempt to find the activator. It has to be here somewhere—it has to be. Your fingers skim the ridges of his abdomen, feeling for anything out of place, a small foreign lump beneath his skin, a sign that the override switch is still there. But the longer you search, the more panic digs its claws into your ribs.

Your wound throbs, a dull and persistent ache pulsing from your neck, sending sharp spikes of pain through your senses with every movement. The smell of blood—your blood—is thick in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and something deeper, something primal that radiates from Sylus like a caged animal ready to tear through steel.

"Tell me—" You swallow hard, ignoring the dryness in your throat, trying to suppress the fear that’s creeping into your voice. "Is the activator here?"

Sylus doesn't answer immediately. His breath is coming heavy, uneven, his chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled bursts beneath you. Then, slowly, he grins.

The sight of it sends a ripple of unease down your spine.

"Don’t…" he growls, his voice low and guttural, slipping between clenched teeth. His body tenses beneath you, coiled muscle flexing, veins prominent beneath the sweat-slicked skin of his arms. His hands twitch rhythmically, fingers curling like claws ready to rip you to shreds.

"Don’t press it."

You ignore him.

You have to.

You shift, dragging your hands lower, pressing over his ribs, smoothing your fingers down the hard planes of his stomach, searching for any change in texture, any break in the muscle that could indicate the activator. Your fingertips glide over his skin, past the deep ridges of his abdomen, dipping lower—

A sharp, ragged exhale.

Sylus’s entire body jerks beneath you, his spine arching suddenly, pressing into you before falling back against the ground. His breath stutters, his hands clenching into fists as a sound rumbles deep in his chest—low, guttural, something between a moan and a growl.

Your movements falter for the briefest second.

Did you find it? Did you hurt him?

Your heart pounds violently against your ribs. Your hands remain pressed against him, frozen mid-motion, fingers still splayed across the hard muscle of his lower abdomen. You can feel the way his body shudders, tense and coiled, every fiber of him locked in place, the warmth of his skin searing against your palms.

You don’t know if the reaction is pain or something else, and the uncertainty sends unease coiling in your stomach.

Sylus exhales another uneven breath, his chest vibrating beneath you. His head tilts slightly, red eyes flickering open, dilated again and dark, and he looks straight at you. Not through you, not past you—at you.

The grin he gives you is slow, deliberate.

"That-," he murmurs, voice edged with something dark, something lustful. His lips curl at the corners, his teeth flashing between parted lips as his gaze flickers lower, trailing over the places where your hands are still pressed against him. "That feels...good".

Your breath caught in your throat as the realization hit you like a freight train barreling down the tracks. Your eyes widened as you lowered your head and took in the unmistakable bulge of his erection, straining against the confines of his pants, a tangible proof of the pleasure you were unwittingly providing.

This isn’t pain.

The second he senses your moment of shock, Sylus strikes.

With terrifying ease, he yanks you upward, your feet leaving the ground for a brief, weightless second before he drives you downward. The world tilts violently, your stomach dropping as you’re thrown forward, your body twisting midair before—

Impact.

The breath is knocked from your lungs as you hit the cold, unforgiving floor, your stomach smacking against the hard surface with enough force to send a sharp shockwave through your ribs. Your arms instinctively splay out, palms slamming against the ground to steady yourself, but the weight that follows keeps you from moving.

Sylus presses down against you, his entire body covering yours, his hands locking around your wrists before pinning them flat against the floor beside your head. His hips press firmly into yours, locking you in place, trapping you beneath him.

Panic seizes your chest.

You try to twist away, to jerk free, but his weight is unmovable, pressing down hard enough that every shift only grinds you further against the floor. The heat of his body seeps into your back, feverish and all-consuming, the ridges of his toned chest molding against your spine.

You thrash, breath coming hard and fast, struggling against his grip, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even react—except for the slow, deep inhale that shudders through his chest.

Then, he breathes against your skin.

"You smell like fear," he murmurs, voice low and silken, curling around your ear like smoke.

Your entire body locks up.

His lips are too close.

The warmth of his breath ghosts along the side of your face, his nose grazing the edge of your jaw before dipping lower, hovering over the sensitive skin of your throat. Your pulse races, hammering so violently beneath your skin that you know he feels it.

His grip tightens.

"And something...sweet," he muses, dragging the words out slowly, tasting them like something decadent.

Your struggles escalate, knowing exactly where this is going.

"Sylus! Stop! No!"

Your fingers claw against the floor, legs kicking, desperate to throw him off, but Sylus doesn’t move an inch. If anything, his hold only grows firmer, heavier, more absolute. The pressure of his body against yours makes it impossible to move, to breathe properly, to think.

Then—he lowers his head.

The brush of his lips against your ear is featherlight, teasing. A sharp contrast to the overwhelming, inescapable strength of his grip.

And then—his teeth sink in.

A sharp, precise nip to the outer shell of your ear, quick and fleeting, followed immediately by the slow, deliberate glide of his tongue. He slides all the way down to your neck, lapping up the still dripping blood from your wound. He alternates between licking and nipping, as if feeding himself and claiming you all at once.

You flinch violently, a shudder ripping through your limbs as heat explodes beneath your skin. Your breath catches, fingers digging into the cold floor as a rush of pure, primal panic flares through your nerves.

Sylus hums. A deep, satisfied sound.

"Something very sweet," he repeats, his voice edged with amusement, hunger, something else entirely. His fingers flex against your wrists, nails pressing into your skin—not enough to break, but enough to remind you of the power imbalance.

"Makes me want to devour you whole."

A violent shiver wracks through you, your entire body locking up in terror.

Move. Move. MOVE.

Desperation surges through you like wildfire. You snap your leg back, aiming a blind, vicious kick toward his leg, his thigh—anything that will make him falter, make him let go—

But he’s faster.

Before you can even make contact, he moves. His weight shifts, his grip flexes, and suddenly—you’re being crushed, pressed even harder into the ground.

Your breath chokes in your throat as his body presses flush against yours, one of his hands releasing your wrist only to grip your hip, pinning you down even harder. His fingers dig in, securing his hold, ensuring you have nowhere to go.

"Nice try," he murmurs, voice dipping into something thick and sultry, rich with amusement. The warmth of his breath trails lower, sweeping along the side of your bloodied throat, down to the nape of your neck.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across his lips, and you feel it—feel his smirk against your skin, feel the way he’s drinking in every panicked breath, every tremor, every racing heartbeat.

"You should know better," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing growl. "Prey that struggles only makes the hunt more exciting."

His fingers flex against your hip, nails pressing in just enough to send a sharp, prickling sting through your nerves.

"Why resist me now? You made your choice when you stepped inside," Sylus taunts, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest. Tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over as the harsh sound of ripping fabric echoes ominously in the confined space. Your skirt! You cry out, trying to lunge forward, to escape, but his grip is relentless, fingers suddenly tightening around your throat with a firm command.

"Stop. Moving." His growl is a sharp command in your ear, his weight pressing down on you, pinning you to the ground with an unyielding force. The air is forced from your lungs in a rush as he yanks the remnants of your skirt away, tossing it aside carelessly. The room's cool air brushes against the exposed skin of your legs, and you shiver, fear and vulnerability intertwining as you plead with him.

"Sylus...this isn't you. Please—" Your words are abruptly silenced as he tears your underwear away, his actions speaking louder than any words could. The chill against your bare skin draws a sob from your lips, a desperate sound swallowed by the room's oppressive silence.

He's going to take you right here on the cage floor. Claim you. And there's nothing you can do. This isn't Sylus you know anymore.

"My my...this was what you were hiding underneath that skirt?" he growls, a feral edge to his voice. He leans forward, trailing his tongue along your back, the sensation a disconcerting mix of heat and cold that leaves you trembling beneath him.

"Please...snap out of it! Don't do this...!" you scream, your voice raw and desperate as you squirm helplessly beneath him. Your pleas are met with a soft, almost soothing "Shhh..." as if he's trying to calm you, but the sharp sound of his zipper coming undone is a jarring counterpoint, a grim reminder that he's too far gone.

This is it, you think, swallowed by a tide of helplessness. It could be worse...right? A gasp escapes your lips as you feel something large, hot and throbbing press against the middle of your ass. Sylus moans, a deep, primal sound that reverberates through you, sending shockwaves of dread and involuntary ache coursing through your veins. He spits, the wet warmth landing on your skin, slicking the path as he rubs his cock between your cheeks, each movement deliberate and unhurried.

"You looked divine in that uniform when we met again," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread of temptation and threat. "Would it be awful of me to say that I've been wanting to tear you apart with my cock ever since I saw you again?" His words are accompanied by a deep chuckle, a sound that seems to vibrate through your bones.

You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting against the warm, wet sensation that overwhelms your senses. No...this isn't the real him, you remind yourself, clinging to the hope that somewhere beneath the Frenzy Enhancer's influence, the true Sylus still exists. He's still in there, right? The question echoes in your mind, a desperate mantra as you hold onto the sliver of hope that the man you know will resurface, that this nightmare will end.

The moment of hope you had was shattered in an instant as you felt a sharp, piercing pain between your folds as he grips the skin of your ass, a large intrusion attempting to force its way inside you. You screamed, your voice raw with agony, as you tried to pry his hands away, your nails digging into his skin. "It hurts! Stop, please!" you begged, your pleas desperate and frantic.

Sylus grunted and moaned, his body a contradiction of pleasure and annoyance as he struggled to push his cock deeper into your tight folds, his tip breaching your entrance only to retreat, the pain searing and hot. "Hmm..." he growled, his voice a mix of frustration and desire.

You shook, your body trembling from the pain, your lower half throbbing, the intrusion gone but the ache still spreading. Suddenly, your hips were gripped and your lower half was raised up, your ass raised in the air, your hands bracing against the floor, your body now positioned for his taking.

"You just need a little...preparation," Sylus whispered, his voice low and dark, belying the wicked intent behind his words. Before you could protest, his hot tongue was sliding down your cunt, his skilled mouth working to prepare you, his touch both electrifying and unwittingly arousing, a wicked precision that left you trembling, your body betraying your mind's resistance.

"Mghn! S-stop...please, Sylus!" you pleaded, your voice hoarse and desperate, your fingers clawing at the floor as you tried to escape the pleasure-pain he was inflicting. But his death grip on your hips was unyielding, holding you firmly in place, his tongue a relentless force, licking and slurping at your folds with primal hunger. Like a beast that hadn't eaten in weeks.

If he doesn't stop soon you'll definitely-

"Those cute noises you make drive me wild" Sylus growled, his voice a low, guttural sound. You can't see his face, but you can feel his eyes roaming up and down your now soaked cunt, no doubt wishing he was deep inside you right now. "Reminds me of the sound a rabbit makes just before its eaten."

You gasp and shiver at the depraved sentence that leaves his mouth before something wet and long enters your hole, making you cry out. Sylus's tongue, hot and insistent, buried itself deep within you, his mouth working in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through your core.

Sylus's grunts and moans escalated into a primal chorus as he delved deeper into your folds, his tongue a relentless force, his hands digging into your hips with increasing urgency. Your body was a tempest of sensations—pain, pleasure, and ecstasy—a melting pot of conflicting desires. You tried to hold on, to keep yourself from succumbing, but your body had a mind of its own, and you went limp, surrendering to the pleasure he was delivering.

"Mghn!" you cried out, your body shaking, your hands gripping the floor as you fought against the overwhelming pleasure. "Don't cum... don't cum..." you pleaded, your voice hoarse, your lips bitten to stifle the moans that threatened to escape.

But Sylus found that sweet spot, that spongy part inside you, and twisted his tongue, sending you over the edge. You bit down harder on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds of your climax, but it was no use. The pleasure was too much, and you came undone, your body shaking, your cries echoing in the cold cage as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Sylus lapped up your essence, his tongue working feverishly, his grunts and moans a testament to his own pleasure as he reveled in the taste of your orgasm, his primal satisfaction evident as he continued to lap up your juices like a thirsty dog.

"This taste..." Sylus groaned, his voice thick with greed, as he brushed his tongue against your inner thigh, catching the drippings of your pleasure, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. You gasped for breath, your body still trembling from the orgasm, your mind racing for a way out of this predicament.

"Your scent has filled the room now...its driving me mad. I can't wait any longer".

Your thoughts turned to the activator, the key to your freedom. You needed to get turned around, to find it somehow. "Sylus, w-we should—" you started, but your words were cut off by the sudden, sharp intrusion of his cock slamming into your cunt with a force that sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your body.

"Agh!"

The initial penetration was rough, but easier than before, his cock sliding into your wet hole, stretching you, before he pulled back slightly and sheathed himself completely inside you, his grip on your waist tightening as he began to thrust, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm.

"Ahh...it hurts..." you whimpered, your body writhing in his grip, trying to escape the pain of his thrusts. But Sylus chuckled, his voice dark and amused. "Keep squirming, little bird. It only makes it feel better."

His words were a taunt as he continued to plunge into you, his cock pistoning in and out, his body a cage of pain, his grip on your waist unyielding, his thrusts relentless, driving you to the brink of ecstasy and agony, your cries and moans filling the cold cage with a symphony of raw, primal sex.

You begin to try and dissociate from everything by focusing on the concrete floor, but Sylus primal grunts and growls as he slams into you, using your body for his own pleasure, makes it hard to escape reality. Think! Just think! You've been in worse situations before, what can you do to get turned around?

A lightbulb goes off inside your head. Its risky, but at this rate...

"F-for a Praedator...I honestly expected this to be much better. A little disappointing after waiting all these years Sylus" you spat, trying to sound more confident than you truly felt. Sylus momentarily slows his thrusting, not completely stopping but definitely enough to ponder your words. You shiver as you hear a deep chuckle.

"Is that so?"

Your entire world flips around as he grabs you, spins you around and pushes you roughly against the concrete floor. Before you can continue speaking, his hand slams into your throat, squeezing slightly. Not enough for serious harm, but its a clear warning.

Sylus's gaze is dark, beastly and terrifying as he leans down to your face, as if trying to look deep into the depths of your soul. Your heart aches as you recall your last encounter with him earlier that day, when he gave you the movie tickets. He had looked so soft...unlike the beast that was in front of you now.

"I can give you rougher, if that's what you crave," Sylus purred, his voice laced with dark humor, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "I quite like you in this position, that look of fear in your eyes turns me on" He began to laugh, a low, menacing sound, as he pushed his still-hard cock back into your aching hole, his hand never leaving your throat.

Sylus's other hand, strong and sure, reached out, tearing your top with effortless ease, the fabric ripping as he exposed your breasts to his hungry gaze. Your nipples hardened in response to the sudden exposure, the cool air on your sensitive skin a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

Your breasts bounced with each powerful movement of his hips, the motion causing a mix of pain and fear, your body a canvas of sensations, your mind struggling to process the whirlwind of physical reactions.

You whimpered as pain, pleasure, and fear mingled within you. His hand squeezed harder with each thrust, cutting off your air supply, and you clawed at his fingers, desperate for breath, your nails digging into his skin.

"C-can't...breathe..." you gasped, your voice hoarse, your heart hammering in your chest, sensations blurring together. Despite your struggles, your body began to respond to his relentless thrusts, your muscles squeezing around his cock, a reaction you couldn't control.

"Oh, you like this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Gonna cum while you can't breathe, little bird? I could've given you this pleasure sooner if I'd known. I'd have gladly delivered your demise, one way or another."

His words sent a shiver through you as your body betrayed your mind's resistance, succumbing to the pleasure he was inflicting, your climax building despite the pain and the fear, a testament to the twisted game he was playing with your body and mind.

Were you truly going to die this way? After everything, after fighting for so long to see him again? This is how things end between the two of you? You look into his eyes. His rabid, feral eyes and feel tears begin to prick them. You look past him, your eyes resting at the revolver still strapped to your leg.

You still have one more option.

"I-it won't be me succumbing to my d-demise" you choke out, staring into his eyes. He doesn't stop thrusting into your body, but his eyebrow does raise. "Even if you make it out of here, what do you think they'll do with you when they realize the only immune person is also pregnant with a Praedator's baby?"

Your eyes widen at his words, your brain barely processing their meaning as your vision begins to blur. No! No! You begin to thrash as the sounds of his evil laughter fills your ears, and his thrusts pick up relentless speed.

"D-don't cum in me! Please!" you choke out, your voice hoarse and gravely as your forced to continue take the relentless pounding of Sylus's cock. He's ignoring you, he doesn't care. He only has one goal now. You feel your lower half begin to ache and pulse, evident that you just orgasmed beneath him. But you barely register it, as your top half begins to hurt.

Your lungs burn as if set ablaze, the oxygen in your body dwindling, your chest seizing with every desperate attempt to inhale. A thick, suffocating haze fills your head, making your thoughts sluggish, disjointed, slipping between the cracks of fading consciousness. Your body betrays you, limbs losing strength, muscles growing weak as an unbearable heaviness creeps into every inch of your skin. Your fingers, once clawing at the iron grip around your throat, are failing you now, slipping away, no longer able to fight against the pressure stealing your air.

A dull ringing overtakes your ears, growing louder, drowning out the world around you. Your vision narrows, dark spots creeping into the edges, threatening to swallow everything whole. A strange lightheadedness overtakes you, a weightless, dizzying sensation that makes it hard to remember where you are, what you’re doing. Your body is shutting down, giving up, preparing to surrender to the void clawing at the edges of your mind.

No. No, no, no. It can’t end like this.

A spike of panic jolts through your fading awareness, but your body refuses to listen, sinking deeper into helplessness. You strain, forcing your head up just enough to look at him, to plead, to beg, but the words won’t come. Your throat is locked, crushed beneath his grip, and no matter how much you try, no sound escapes past your lips. Sylus barely seems aware of you now, his expression dazed, half-lidded, his breath uneven as he lingers on the edge of his own orgasm. His fingers twitch slightly, tightening then loosening, but he isn’t paying attention, isn’t thinking, isn't entirely here. He’s too close to the edge, too lost in wanting to finish inside you.

That’s when you see it.

A flicker of red, faint but undeniable, flashes in one of his eyes. It’s barely noticeable, a fleeting pulse of color in the red of his irises, but it’s there. Your slowing mind struggles to process it, to make sense of what it means, until the realization slams into you like a shock of ice water.

The activator?!

Adrenaline floods your veins, shoving back the creeping darkness threatening to pull you under. The sheer, primal will to live surges through you like a lightning strike, reigniting every dying nerve, forcing your limbs to respond even as they scream in protest. With the last of your strength, you move.

Your fingers twitch, barely managing to form a fist. Gritting your teeth, you summon every ounce of energy left in your failing body, pull your arm back, and slam your thumb directly into his eye.

A guttural, animalistic roar rips from Sylus’s throat as his grip on your neck vanishes, his entire body jerking back in raw, instinctive pain. The instant pressure is released, air floods your lungs, rushing in so fast that your entire chest seizes from the force of it. A sharp, shrill gasp tears from your throat as you suck in a desperate, wheezing breath, the burning relief almost as unbearable as the suffocation had been.

Your vision, once clouded and swimming, sharpens in an instant, the murky haze lifting as the world snaps back into terrifying clarity. Every nerve is raw, every muscle trembling, but you’re alive. You can breathe.

Sylus's eyes widened for a moment, a brief flicker of surprise as all the Frenzy enhancer seemed to leave his body, and then, just as quickly, the feral intensity left his gaze, his face softening. But it was too late for his body to catch up, as his hips froze mid-thrust, his cock twitching inside you, releasing a hot flood of cum against your womb.

You gasped, your body trembling from the unexpected climax, the sensation of his release filling you, an intense mixture of warmth and fullness.

Sylus’s eyes met yours, the fire in them flickering unsteadily as the weight of what just happened crashed over him. The frenzied hunger that had gripped him moments ago had drained away, leaving behind something raw—horror, confusion, and something close to regret. His breath came fast and uneven, chest rising and falling as he struggled to process what he had just done to you.

His lips parted slightly, but no words came at first. His red eyes, now normal, darted across your face, lingering on the deep red imprints, blood, and bruises his fingers and teeth had left on your throat. His grip, once unrelenting, had been torn away, but you still felt it there—the phantom sensation of his hands crushing the air from your lungs.

“Are you…” He swallowed hard, voice hoarse, like it physically pained him to speak. “Are you okay?”

You coughed, your throat burning, the rush of oxygen still too sharp, too overwhelming. But you managed to nod, your limbs still weak, your entire body trembling from the shock. You could feel the marks he had left, the lingering ache that pulsed in time with your heartbeat, but you were alive.

Sylus was still staring at you, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes now—guilt, realization, something heavy and unspoken pressing down on him. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers curling like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he should.

“Why didn’t you press it sooner?” His voice was quieter now, filled with something vulnerable, almost desperate. “The activator… you could have stopped me before—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, frustration with himself evident in the tightness of his jaw. “Before I did this to you.”

The look on his face—haunted, shaken—was so unlike him, so different from the Sylus you knew, that something in your chest ached. He wasn’t just horrified by what had happened. He was horrified by himself.

You forced a small, reassuring smile, even though your throat still ached, even though your entire body was still reeling from the ordeal. “Because I couldn't find it. But I knew you were still in there,” you whispered, voice raspy but steady. “And I was right.”

Sylus let out a slow, uneven breath, his gaze locked on you like he was trying to convince himself you were telling the truth. Then, without another word, he moved.

Before you could react, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, the warmth of his body pressing against yours in a way that was nothing like before. This wasn’t dominance or power. This was desperation. He was still inside you, but neither of you cared to address it at this moment.

His grip was strong, but careful this time. His hands, which had moments ago been your greatest threat, now held you like you were something fragile, something breakable. His fingers curled against the back of your head, as if grounding himself, as if he needed to feel that you were real, that you were still here.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against your hair, voice rough, low, and laced with something unspoken. “I wasn’t…I couldn’t—” He exhaled, tightening his hold. “I didn’t want our first time to be like this.”

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the embrace. Tears of relief slipped from the corners of your eyes and dripped to the concrete floor. Your hands gripped the leather of his top, grounding yourself in him, in the fact that he was back now. His heartbeat, still fast, thrummed against your own, and for a moment, neither of you moved, neither of you spoke. The silence was thick, but not empty.

“It’s okay,” you whispered finally, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “You’re back now.”

And then you kissed him.

It was slow at first, hesitant, but the second your lips met his, Sylus shattered.

His grip on you tightened even more, arms pulling you flush against him as he kissed you back like he had been waiting for this, like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. There was nothing controlled about it—it was desperate, messy, full of every unspoken thing he couldn’t bring himself to say over the years. His fingers slid up your back, then tangled into your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, to claim more of you, to drown in you.

You could feel his pulse beneath your fingertips, still racing, still alive. You weren’t sure who was shaking more—you or him—but neither of you pulled away. Neither of you wanted to.

When you finally parted, both of you were breathless, your foreheads still pressed together. His lips hovered just over yours, his hands still holding you like he couldn’t bring himself to let go yet.

It was all going to be okay.

For the first time since this nightmare had begun, Sylus let himself believe it.

#sylus fic #fic rec

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