Deals and Desires (final)
Sylus x OCÂ |Â Midnight Stealth!AU
genre:Â smut, lilâ comedy, enemies to enemies who fuck
rating:Â explicit
description:Â You fail to find the brooch within 24 hours, so the twins suggest you offer Sylus something else in return for getting into the auctionâyour body. Turns out, your desires are aligned, no matter how twisted they seem.Â
word count:Â 8.8k
warnings:Â IMPROPER use of Evol, tentacle smut, âropeâ bondage, lore from Midnight Stealth and the two chapters we meet Sylus (duh), Luke and Kieran being instigators, mentions of hentai, OCâs turned on by Sylus and his Evol and is conflicted, rough sex, breast play, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, unprotected sex (this is fiction), standing 69, mirror sex, sneaky sex, electrostimulation, cum eating, multiple rounds.Â
a/n: IT IS DONE. IT IS HERE! I made a post saying imagine Sylus manipulating his Evol into tentacles to fuck OC with⊠and voila! This was born. I incorporated a lot of the game dialogue/events but also put my own spin on it. Asks, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated! đ
You must be sick in the head.Â
Ever since you witnessed those black-red tendrils dissipate the man in black who abducted you into nothing but mere crimson specks, something strange awoke in you. Witnessing such a cruel death shouldnât pique your curiosity, but beneath your horrified expression was a deep fascination for the leader of Onychinusâ powers. Not that youâd ever tell him.
A simple flick of the wrist or snap of the fingers is all it takes to summon those menacing black-red tendrils. The powerful mist would coil your vulnerable body, manipulate it, bind itâall for his intentions of resonating with you.Â
However, as the shopkeeper had stated, you canât resonate with him. On a subconscious level, youâre rejecting him, scared of him, or disgusted by him. So you wonder: is it possible to fear him yet desire him also?
When Sylus proposed a deal that would aid you in your quest for the Aether Core, you couldnât resist. You had twenty-four hours to find a brooch he had hidden somewhere in Onychinusâ base. Yet despite searching every nook and cranny, you came up short of nothing.Â
The first time Sylus caught you, he was reading a book on the couch. His calm demeanor didnât match his appearance, which screamed sin. The gold-rimmed glasses on his face matched a gentlemanly scholar's, but his body was adorned in a lavish red robe, with a V-line low enough to expose his toned pecs. Seriously, who was he showing off for?Â
âGet out.â
Once you were caught snooping, the same black-red mist formed make-shift handcuffs that bound your wrists. You groaned, dwelling on your loss.Â
The second time he caught you was when he was dusting his shelves, his back toward you. He was no longer in his robe, having changed into a black dress shirt and matching slacks. Without sparing you a glance, one word left his lips.Â
âLeave.â
The black-red tendrils were back around your wrists and you whined. âUgh⊠I was caught againâŠâ
Third timeâs the charm, right? You had your gun loaded and after cocking it, you said to yourself, âThis time for sure, IâllâŠâ
A pair of black slippers showed up in your peripheral and you slowly looked up to see the same, steeled expression in those crimson eyes and that cursed red robe again. It was like a second skin on him at this point. He let out a weighted sigh, which diminished your confidence.
â... I know. Iâll go now,â you said, defeated. He didnât use his Evol this time, and youâre at war with yourself as to why you even noticed. Or why it mattered so much.Â
The last time Sylus caught you was the worst. He was in the shower, so you seized the chance to search his bedroom. Desperate, you even sunk to the low level of animal abuse when you shook Mephisto, his crow with mechanical wings, like a piggy bank for answers.Â
Thatâs when Sylus turned off the water and panic struck you, so you hid. There was a small window of opportunity to escape, but a phone call came in, deterring your plans. He answered, you eavesdropped, and when things were getting juicy, he noticed your presence and chuckled.
âMr. Sylus?â the man on the call said.Â
âItâs nothing. Just a stray cat who happened to barge in.â
This time Sylus not only apprehended you by the wrists, he lifted you in the air as black-red mist swirled around his left hand. The call ends as he sets you down on the bed, and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Not because you failed, but because you didnât want to face the humiliation of how his Evol brought back a certain spark you thought fizzled out.
Sylusâ back was turned, selecting a record before placing it on his record player.Â
âHave I underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?â he asked. You stared at your bound wrists, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine.
âYouâre the one who suggested a deal. But here you are making things difficultââ you said, fiddling with your thumbs. He approached you, a stern look flashing across his sharp features.
âYouâll have to work harder.â
He grabbed one of your wrists, and red sirens went off in your head. Your mind raced a mile a minute, wondering what his intentions were as he dragged you off the bed. You commanded him to let go, and he obliged, but only after he shoved you out of his room.
âLeave,â he said, his head gesturing to your right, âIâm going to bed.âÂ
At least he kicked Mephisto out too, so you didnât have to face the loss alone.
Which brings you to the present. Youâre scribbling doodles of the bastard as an outlet for your anger, making the stylish choice of adding devil horns on top of his head.Â
Itâs bad enough youâve been trapped in Onychinusâs base for who knows how long. The man whoâs held you captive should be your worst enemy, yet every encounter ignites an inferno in the pit of your stomach. Try as you may, but the dark thoughts you shove in the back of your mind are bubbling to the surface. If anything could anchor you back to reality, itâd be thisâremember the mission.Â
You were to get into the auction to find the Aether core, which you canât do without his help. But you couldnât find that stupid brooch, so youâre back to square one. You scrawl over the sketch of Sylus, the pressure harsh enough that the paper threatens to tear until only a tornado of black ink is left.Â
âYouâre pulling your hair out over this, huh?â Kieran says, sitting atop a table with his back towards you. He looks over his shoulder, so his voice will reach better. âIf you want to do something, maybe we can help you.â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, casting the notebook aside.
âIf you want to conquer our bossâs heart, youâll have to use a different approach,â Luke says, leaning back in his chair.Â
âIâm not trying to conquer his heart. Heâs trying to conquer mine if anything,â you retort, folding your arms across your chest as you stand. Luke pulls a book from underneath the table and slides it across in your direction. You walk over, pick it up, and drop it just as quickly like it was a ticking time bomb. âWhat the fuck?!âÂ
âStrike when heâs off-guard!â the twins chorus with Kieran leaning forward as Luke makes claws with his hands.
âYeah, I suppose anyone who receives a hentai novel would be caught off-guard! Whatâs wrong with you two?!â You have to tear yourself away from looking at the erotic cover, depicting an anime girl being fucked by black tentacles belonging to what seems to be a demonic being. He had it all: horns atop his head, ebony eyes, endless tendrils, and a smokinâ hot bod like Syâwait. No. Donât look at it anymore. Even sparing it another glance feels like corruption and sin.Â
Luke chuckles, taking the explicit material back and flipping it open to a specific page. âFor some people, they get bored once they have everything. So only those who dare to challenge their authority can catch their interest,â he reads.Â
Kieranâs sharp memory allows him to quote the story without having it in his hands. "When you're dealing with such a person, you bow down and submit or take them out in one go."
âWhat are you on about?â you ask, exasperated theyâre quoting the pornography like itâs a holy scripture. Luke shuts the book and slides it towards you again, but you grimace like itâll taint your soul.
âIf you donât want to conquer his heart, perhaps itâd be smarter if you conquer his⊠desires.â
âIf you bow down and submit, maybe our Boss will have a change of heart and help you get into the auction. I mean, no oneâs ever offered him their body,â Kieran adds. Your hands fall to your side, balling into fists until your knuckles turn white.Â
âIâd rather take him out in one go,â you say through gritted teeth. Itâs not like you havenât tried. However, the crazy bastard used you to shoot himself in the chest and you havenât been the same since. Man thinks he has regenerative healing properties and heâs all that. Pfft. âYou two are insane if you think being promiscuous is the solution.â
âIn the end, Boss wants to resonate with you. You donât have to like him, but your body can. Think about it,â Kieran insists, tilting his chin down slightly. The mask he wore shields his face, but you can imagine the impish grin from his inflection. âThereâs nothing more intimate than spending a night together.â
âRead the comic,â Luke says, and you can tell from his tone heâs smirking despite the matching mask on his face. âMaybe youâll find it enjoyable.â
âN-No. This is insanity. Youâre telling me your Boss wants to fuck someone with his Evol as⊠tentacles?â
âNow you see why no oneâs ever offered their body,â Kieran says matter-of-factly.
âThis is stupid,â you mutter, clasping a hand to your forehead. âIâd rather die than fuck Sylus.â
âShe might die even if she does fuck Sylus.â Kieranâs quick to elbow his brother in the side, and your heart is lodged in your throat, beating so loudly like itâs about to burst. Heâs right. You could. Youâve seen what his Evol could do to a person.
But youâve also thought about what it could do for a person. For you.Â
âJust⊠think about it,â Kieran says, his voice gentle like heâs coaxing a kitten out of its hiding spot. âIf you give our Boss his ultimate desire, Iâm sure heâll do the same for you. Youâve never once thought about him in such a way? Youâre not a tad bit curious?â
Luke and Kieran were treading dangerous waters. These two instigators somehow burrowed into your subconscious, forcing you to come face-to-face with your depravity.Â
You roll your eyes to maintain aloofness, but the book ends up in your possession seconds later. âIâm taking this for research. Youâre sure this belongs to him?â
âAbsolutely!â they chorus and youâre not sure hearing double aids their credibility.Â
âBoss is least guarded when heâs sleeping,â Kieran informs. Arenât we all?
âYou only have one shot,â Luke says, emphasizing his point by sticking up his forefinger. âDonât waste this chance. Just do it!â He gives you a supportive fist pump and you peer down at the lewd book cover again.
What choice did you have? The twins presented a rather salacious solution, but Sylus was your only means of getting into the auction. As Luke said, if you canât conquer his heart, perhaps you can conquer his desires.
No matter how twisted.
Three hours laterâŠ
Time slips away from you as youâre engrossed in your âresearch.â Not only was it full of filth, but the plot (if you can even call it that), was eerily similar to your situation. The girl on the cover was a demon hunter who fucks a demon to get him to do what she needs. Every drawing is breathtaking, detailed, and graphic. The way his tentacles bent her body to his will, the various positions, how it slithered around her bodyâit awoke the same feelings you had the night you met Sylus.Â
The dialogue instilled shame, lust, and more than enough sexual tension to charge a lightning storm. You had to pause every few pages, fanning your face until your cheeks cooled enough to continue. An earthquake couldnât pry this masterpiece from your grasp and you were determined to finish it.Â
Once youâre done, you slam the book shut. You take a deep breath, regaining a sense of clarity when a realization dawns on you.
This was why Sylusâs Evol fascinated you. How every time he manipulated your body, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your body until your heart nearly gave out. You indeed feared him; everyone did. But fear was a mask youâve clung onto so desperately to disguise the dark truth.
Sylus couldâve killed you at any time, but he chose not to. Sure, he has ulterior motives, but the control he has over his power is undeniably sexy, and knowing he canât kill you meant you had control over him too.Â
Youâve hidden your desires under revulsion and endless banter when maybe he was right. Youâre two kindred spirits, who are more alike than you want to admit. Someone created this book to satisfy the same urges youâve been depriving yourself of and if Sylus indulged in these fantasies, then youâre not insane for wanting the same thing.
Youâve made up your mind.Â
If you offer your body to Sylus, itâs a win-win. Youâll get into the auction and you no longer have to feel ashamed about wanting him.Â
For the mission of course.
You head to Sylusâs bedroom, standing outside the wooden double doors. A pair of Evol-sealing handcuffs are in your possession, courtesy of the twins. You place them in your back pocket and rest your hands on the gold handles, giving yourself a mental pep-talk.
All or nothing!
You turn the handles and march in, seeing Sylus sleeping in his canopy bed with his back against the plush headboard instead of the mattress.
Is he a vampire? Eh. Red eyes, white hair, gorgeousâmight as well be.
Climbing onto the bed gently, you watch his chest heave, his breathing evident but itâs so light that youâre tempted to press your ear against his chest to ensure heâs alive.Â
âSylus⊠Sylus?â you say, confirming his dormant status. A soft chuckle escapes you as you whip out the handcuffs, lifting his wrist and attaching it to the golden vintage bed frame. âThis is what you get.â
Now that heâs immobile, you canât help your feasting eyes from ogling his exposed skin. That red robe was both a curse and a blessing, a warning of caution, yet you choose to ignore it. You hover your finger above his abdomen, contemplating whether to make contact when a hand snatches your wrist, lifting it to eye level.
âShowing up uninvited at this hour⊠Want me to tell you a bedtime story?â he says before tossing your wrist aside. You place both hands on either side of his head and his eyes slightly widen, but he remains composed. This would be a lot easier if you straddled him, but patience was a virtue.
âThese handcuffs nullify a personâs Evol for an hour,â you declare. He stares at the restraints, his face devoid of emotion before settling his attention back on you. âNo matter how powerful you are, youâre helpless as of now.â
âReally?â he asks, the corner of his lips hinting at a small smile. Itâs subtle and leaves as soon as it comes. âWhat do you plan to do then since Iâve become your prey?â
You remove your hands and lean back to sit on your knees. âYouâre going to listen to my counteroffer.â
To your surprise, he nods like he has nothing better to do. Maybe the cuffs werenât necessary. âIâm intrigued. Continue.â
Clasping your hands together, you clear your throat like you had prepared a speech when in reality, your brain is scrambled. What are you supposed to say?Â
Hey Sylus, do you want to fuck and use your Evol on me like tentacles? Itâll help us resonate!
You might as well put a big fat sticker on your head that says âFREE $.99! FUCK NOW!â and get it over with. Â
âIâm getting bored,â he states, stirring you from disorganized thoughts. You press your lips into a thin line, mustering whatever courage you have left.Â
âLook⊠from the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said âweâre the sameâ...â You wet your lips out of habit to calm your nerves, and he doesnât miss it. âI couldnât find the brooch in time and need your help to get into the auction. And you want to be able to resonate with me. SoâŠâ
âGet to the point.â
âIâm offering you my body for the night,â you blurt out. He raises an eyebrow and his usually calm demeanor breaks for the first time as a flicker of confusion dances across his face. You would take pride in that, but his face quickly morphs, so you jump out of bed with your hands up, worried heâd deny you. âHold on. Let me explain.â
Not like he had a choice. The fact he was handcuffed eludes you for a moment, but once you remember, it eases the tension in your shoulders. He waits for you to continue, the smug look on his face not helping to ease your nerves.Â
âI donât like you and you donât like me. But you want to resonate with me, so if we sleep together, maybe⊠Iâll hate you less. Besides, we have similar desires. Iâve seen the way you look at me.â
His eyes glint a haunting crimson from the golden glow of his night lamp. âDo tell. How do I look at you?â
Your knees almost buckle from his deep, smooth voice. âLike⊠Like⊠you hate me.â
âAstonishing misunderstanding. Yet somehow youâve concluded this means we should sleep together?â
You might as well die of embarrassment. âIf itâs for the mission, I can detach my personal feelings. We do this and thereâs a chance Iâll be able to resonate with you better. After all, whatâs more intimate than spending the night together? Itâll work unless⊠youâre inadequate in bed.â
Itâs brief, but youâre sure Sylus clenches his jaw as his lips press into a slight frown, his eyes narrowed on you with laser-like focus. You turn away from him, smacking your cheek like a spanking for being stupid enough to question Onychinusâ leaderâs skills in bed.
âAre you done?â
You whip your head around. âUm⊠yes.â
An exasperated sigh escapes him. âYou say you failed to locate the brooch, but your twenty-four hours arenât up yet. Thereâs still time.â
You place one hand on your hip while the other waves him off, dismissing his words. âIâve searched everywhere already!â
âEverywhere. But not everyone.â
The light bulb in your head goes off and youâre back by Sylusâ side on the bed, holding your palm out like an entitled brat.Â
âWhereâs the brooch?â
His smile reaches his eyes and he gestures his free hand across the expanse of his body top to bottom. âHelp yourself.â
âDonât mind if I do.â
You run your fingers along the black lapels on his robe, checking the inside layer first. The fabric is silky smooth to the touch, but youâre distracted by how hot his skin is on the back of your fingers. No brooch though.
Next, you check the outside of the lapels and sure enough, you feel a hard, circular object. Pulling it out, you see the crow brooch with a lustrous ruby in the center. You giggle with glee.Â
âDo you really think I hate you?â he questions.Â
âNow it doesnât matter at all. I won!â
âDeals have conditions and my condition wasnât met. The offer has expired already.â
âBut you saidâŠâ
Shit. The handcuffs on Sylus start to glow red, similar to how blacksmiths heat materials in a furnace. The metal soon melts, allowing your once prey to become the predator.
Your attempts to escape are futile, given Sylusâ quick speed, and youâre thrown onto the bed. He hovers over you and your fight-or-flight instincts kick in as you throw a punch, but he catches your wrist and pins it down without batting an eye.
âYouâre pretty good at running away.â
âLet me go. I already have the brooch.â He pins your other hand down, enveloping his large hand over your clenched fist.
âI told you. My offer has expired already, so the real question is⊠when does yours?â
Sylus is staring down at you with crazed, crimson eyes as the sound of your heartbeat rings in your ears. His hands are warm, too warm. Like theyâll burn you alive or maybe thatâs your body heat rising exponentially from how close he was. His scent wafts over you, filling your nose with pleasant notes of cardamom and something herbal, which soothes your nerves and helps you rediscover your voice.
âI⊠IâŠâ
âUse your words.â
âI only made you that counteroffer because I thought I failed. The brooch has been found. Who cares about the rules? Youâre the leader of the N109 Zone. You break them all the time.â
âCareful, sweetheart. My patience is running thin. Iâm only keeping you around because youâre still useful. AndâŠâ He squeezes your fist like he wants to pry it open. A warning. âI truly enjoy seeing my little prey struggle.â He brings your enclosed fist in front of his chest. âEspecially when it thinks it can get away from me. Now tell me⊠what similar desires do we share?â
Okay. Maybe if you scream loud enough, Mephisto will fly in andâ
âAnswer me.â
Who were you kidding, Mephisto would sell you out in a heartbeat. That damn crow better not have seen you reading pornography. And those twins⊠they better start counting their days.
You pull your lower lip under your front teeth, hoping to seal your answer shut for good. But Sylusâ right eye glows red, and you writhe underneath him, turning your head to the side. His Aether Core will reveal your deepest desires if you make eye contact.Â
Sylus grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, probing into your subconscious and witnessing all your shameful thoughts. Eerie voices fill your mind, their murmurs are difficult to understand, but the pain they bring is borderline unbearableâan unfortunate side effect of Sylusâ intrusion. Once the glow in his eye fades, you feel like yourself again. But the twisted smile on his face let you know things were far from over.Â
âSo thatâs what you mean by shared desires⊠You want me to use my Evol on you. No⊠you want me to fuck you with it.â
âThatâs not true! Luke and Kieranââ
He runs his thumb across your lips, an effective solution for your yapping mouth. âSuch improper use of an Evol could have devastating consequences. You are too gullible, kitten.â
Damn it. Those twoâŠ!
âDonât call me that,â you bite back.Â
âOh? You have quite the mouth on you today. First, you make a big show of offering your body to me and now you donât have the guts to tell me exactly how you want me to take you?â He leans closer, his lips ghosting above your own with the slightest touch. âConfess your true desires, [Y/N].â
âN-No. The twins set me up.â
âThat book may not belong to me, but I assure you⊠my desires are all my own. And they align with yours. All you have to do is confess.â
He doesnât move and prolongs eye contact to where you feel stifled, trapped, and heated in places you shouldnât. The leader of the N109 Zone doesnât play around and knows what he wants and the means to get it. But you like challenging him. You like being challenged by him too.
You stay quiet because giving in too easily is what he wants.Â
âThat look in your eyes⊠Are you trying to seduce me?â You form what you believe is a scowl, but it results in another teasing smirk. âAs long as you have desires, there will always be deals to make. So what will it be?â
âI want to get into the auction,â you say, uttering the same script to maintain a semblance of professionalism. âThatâs all.â
He sees the brooch jutting out from the space between your forefinger and thumb, easily able to lift it from you. âDonât move.â
To your surprise, he pins it on your shirt and sits on the edge of the bed. You sit up and lean on your elbows, tilting your head at his sudden behavior change.Â
âTechnically, you did find the brooch. I wonât go back on what I promised you.â
âWait, thatâs it?â
âYou sound rather disappointed.â He gets up, and you follow suit off the bed like a lost kitten. âIf getting into the auction is all you desire, consider it done. You can leave now.â
His back is facing you, and you canât help but wonder if heâs disappointed too. You fidget with the brooch, running your thumb across the smooth jewel. Without thinking, your hand latches onto his like a magnetic force. Sylus spins around, glowering as you intertwine your fingers through his.
âLet me resonate with you.â
âSo brash⊠youâre getting more and more interesting.â
He entertains you and utilizes his Evol, the black-red mist wrapping around his forearm like sprouting vines as he brings your entwined hands up to eye level. He closes his eyes as more mist envelops where you two are connected, and you watch with bated breath as scarlet specks float inward.Â
Devour him⊠heâs yours. Heâs right there before your very eyes.
Those eerie voices are back, and youâre strangely compelled to heed their words. An ivory glow shines where your palms meet before an explosive burst of energy emerges, a spiral of lethal scarlet and radiant white from your combined powers. Sylus opens his eyes and lets go of your hand, allowing ivory flakes to cascade down like confetti.Â
âItâs a shame. But not a surprise.â
âWe can try again. Letâsââ
âI admire your tenacity, kitten. But I think weâve had enough excitement for one night.â
Your insides feel like an unattended kettle, whistling from immense frustration and on the verge of exploding. You canât leave now. Not after he gave you what you wanted. There is a thing called give-and-take, and youâre not one to only take. The guilt would eat you alive.Â
âI donât want to owe you. Here,â you grab both his hands, âone more time.â
Sylus lifts his arms and pins you against the nearest wall with hands above your head. Your breath is knocked out of you when your back collides with it, the impact causing the lamp to nearly topple over. His glare is murderous and your sick mind dared to find it incredibly attractive.
âYour stubbornness is whatâs going to get you killed someday,â he warns. You see him lean back and remove his hold over you, but when you try to move, you feel restrained. His powers; theyâre bounding you. âIs this what you want? For me to use my Evol on you?â
âIsnât that what you want? I donât want to owe you,â you repeat. âSo Iâm ready for whateverâs going on here. You can⊠use me for the night.â The last part was barely above a whisper, but Sylusâ hum as he folds his arms across his chest lets you know he heard you.
âDo you know what youâre requesting, little one? My Evol is dangerous,â You feel the restraints tighten and they only stop when you yelp in pain. âYet itâs almost like you welcome it. Even if it hurts. Do you like it when it hurts?â
The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, so you kick in his direction with all your might. Hunter instincts, if you will. But the black-red tendrils around your ankle make you sweat as he lowers your leg without breaking eye contact, pinning both ankles to the wall.
âFeisty kitten thinks sheâs a tiger now, huh?â
âWhy donât you get on with it already?â you snap, impatient. Sylus grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker like a fish.
âWhat makes you think I wonât kill you?â Like his razor-sharp words, you feel something akin to a collar around your neck. It prickles your skin while restricting the flow of oxygen to your lungs and you gasp like youâre trying desperately not to drown. You feel light-headed, but his Evol takes mercy on you and grants you enough air to breathe, though you know it comes with the price of answering his question.
âBecause you wouldâve done so already,â you answer, though your voice is shaky. Sylus nods, as if satisfied with your reply.
âDo you trust me?â
âNo.â
âClever girl.â The praise sounds delicious rolling off his tongue. âOne final question.â He releases your face and bends down to meet your eye level. âDo you desire me?âÂ
Having been inside your head, the answer was obvious. Heâs looking for confirmation, a verbal confession to make whatever feelings you have for him tangible. The man is a walking red flag, and youâre about to wave a white one in surrender.
âIf I donât?â you question, challenging his authority one last time.Â
âThen Iâll release you.â
âAnd if I do?â
âThen⊠I hope youâll allow me to have you. All of you. Deal?â
A beat passes and you gulp, your head saying no, but your body and heart screaming, âYes.â
His hand comes up to caress your face, almost lovingly. âYes, what?â
âI desire you.â
Sylus gives you a full smile, the corners of his eyes creasing. âYouâre aware of the risks, right? With the snap of my fingers, I can tear things to shreds,â He carries out the action and as promised, his robe is shredded to bits of black and red confetti. Your eyes trail down his well-developed abdominal muscles and pronounced V-line until they settle on⊠âEnjoying the view?â
His teasing lilt reminds you to close your gaping jaw. Hell yeah, youâre enjoying the view. Not only was this man well over six feet, his body rivaled that of a Greek God, and he was blessed with a massive cock too? Of course. Things had to be proportionate.
âI⊠you⊠that robe was expensive, wasnât it?â That was quite possibly the lamest response you couldâve come up with.
âIt seems like the little kitten is distracted. Probably needs a toy to keep her occupied.â Sylus flicks his fingers, commanding the whirl of black-red mist to rip your clothes and you shriek in surprise. The brooch falls to the floor with a soft clink, and he picks it up, gently putting it on his nightstand. His attention returns to you and your exposed body, and you take pride in how his cock throbs at the sight. âSo she likes lace. Pretty.â
You bite back a scream when a black tendril with cracks of glowing red light slithers up your body in between the valley of your breasts, tearing your bra right off. Another one coils around your thigh before it rips your panties off too. The appendages seem to multiply, wrapping your body in an intricate pattern similar to shibari. Thereâs no pain and they feel smooth, cooling your heated skin.
âI can manipulate things at will with the flick of a wrist. My powers are pure energy meant for destruction, and youâre here wanting to use them for pleasure.â
He leans close to your ear and nibbles the shell of it. The sensation tickles, but youâre too tense to move a muscle. His voice is husky as he whispers, âI could kill you right now. Itâd be so easyâŠâ
You hold your breath when he leans back enough to scan your face, relishing the turmoil in your eyes. âI-I trust that you wonât.â
âYou knowâŠâ His index finger travels alongside your neck, then to your breast, tracing your areola in circular motions. âAs soon as my Evol makes contact with anyone, people would die almost instantly and experience the most excruciating pain.â
Heâs now rolling your nipple in between his forefinger and thumb, pinching it enough to hurt and elicit a whine from you. âS-SylusâŠâ
âBut thatâs not the case with you. Do you know the violence it took to become this gentle?â
You donât know why your heart swells, but his words were sweeter than any confession. âThank youâŠâÂ
His eyes widen slightly and he stops his actions, tilting your chin up instead. âSay that again.â
âTh-Thank you⊠for being gentle with me.â
He closes his eyes and shudders like your gracious manners sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. A sharp inhale comes, and then heâs staring deep into your eyes like he could see your soul.
âWhat a good girl you are thanking me⊠but I must warn you. I meant what I said about having all of you. Youâre not the only one with fantasies, [Y/N]. And mine are anything but gentle.â
âI can take it.â
He gives you a half-smile. âIs that so?â
âYou doubt me?â
âNo. But I think you might underestimate me. After all⊠Iâm possibly âinadequateâ in bed.â
Shit. Maybe you shouldnât have challenged him. But your bratty nature couldnât leave you well enough alone. âProve me wrong.â
Sylusâ resolve crumbles and he holds the side of your face as his lips meet yours for the first time. His pressure is gentle like he doesnât want to scare you off, and once you two find rhythm, he deepens the kiss and you moan as the taste of cinnamon overcomes you. Spicy, very much like him.
His tongue prods its way through once your body relaxes, sliding across your own, the action far more lewd than romantic. He groans and carefully takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling back in the most sexy manner. You moan and he swallows it, kissing you again with more fervor as his hands explore your body.Â
First, he traces your curves and trails down until his hands cup your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. Then he brings them back up, kneading your breasts and you mewl at how rough he handled them. Eventually, the kiss breaks, leaving a thin trail of saliva that connects your lips until it eventually severs.
âBeautifulâŠâÂ
One word and youâre all heart-eyes for the man as heat rushes to your cheeks. If he wanted to tease you for it, he restrains himself and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly before releasing it with an audible pop. His tongue pokes out, swirling around the bud while his hand tends to the other. Your back arches involuntarily, but youâre quickly reminded of your immobility, which causes more arousal to drip down your thighs.
Sylus stops messing with your pert nipples to suck harshly between the valley of your breasts, inevitably leaving a nasty hickey. He pushes them together and then lets go, loving how they jiggle.Â
âI wonderâŠâ he muses, taking two fingers to tease your folds. âOh⊠youâre so wet and I havenât even put them in yet.â
You squeeze your eyes when he inserts them in slowly, your slick making the transition smooth as he stretches you out. âFuck⊠Sylus, please.â
âWhat? Are my fingers not enough?â He stills and the lack of movement frustrates you to no end. You want to thrash around, but youâre still glued to the wall.Â
âN-No. Please⊠please move them.â
âYou beg so prettily,â He pulls them out and begins fingering you at a snailâs pace. âBut itâs not enough. You can do better.â
âPlease!â you exclaim. âI need moreâŠâ
âGod, youâre dripping on my hand and I havenât done much.â He moves faster, his fingers knuckle deep and curling in spots that have you clenching hard. Itâs like heâs coaxing out more of your essence with each stroke and then challenges you with a third finger. âDoes it feel good?â
You can hardly respond with how stuffed you feel, your lust insatiable as he speeds up.
âYes? No? Maybe so?â he asks, amused by your struggle.Â
âY-Yes⊠good⊠so goodâŠâ
Your pussy is making obscene noises and youâre feeling a warmth building in your abdomen, especially when Sylus kisses your neck. His lips are scorching hot, almost searing as if you were being branded. You submit and let him mark you, focusing on the pressure within as your high is approaching. He uses his free hand to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together.Â
âFuck!â you shout, feeling like you couldnât breathe fast enough to keep up with his bruising pace. âIâm going to come, Iââ
He seals your words with another kiss, and your scream is muffled when your orgasm hits you like a gunshot. Itâs brutal and intense, causing you to see stars for what feels like the longest minute of your life.Â
At the same time, your interlocked palms glow bright red and ivory. Unlike before, this explosion caused a surge of power to pass through his bedroom like shockwaves, destroying most things that came into contact. The roar is deafening, but all you can focus on is Sylus and how good he made you feel.Â
âCome back to me.â
You donât realize when he stopped kissing you. Or when he removed his fingers. Or when you stopped being pinned to the wall. Sylus is holding you up and when you see how his eyes softened for the concern for your well-being, youâre smitten.
âIâm okayâŠâ
His demeanor shifts, the change so sudden that it is like a phone going from light mode to dark mode. The man manipulates your body with his Evol and throws you onto the bed without a second thought. Black-red mist envelops your body again, this time cuffing your wrists in front. Tendrils wrap around each breast, your torso, and your neck, constricting tightly until you resemble a beautifully decorated present.Â
Sylus joins you on the bed, settling in between your thighs as he lies on his stomach as if he were a sniper. He has his Evol pry them wider, so your pussy is exposed for his feasting eyes. His arms are secured under your thighs, an extra precaution to hold you in place.Â
Thatâs when an untimely knock comes.
âBoss? Is everything alright?âÂ
âWe heard a loud crash!â
Damn it. Luke and Kieran have impeccable timing. And the way the corners of Sylusâ lips tug into a smirk instills panic in you.
âAnswer them. Make it convincing,â Sylus whispers. You watch as he dips down until his white hair is all you can see. His lips latch onto your lower ones and youâre choked up, trying not to moan too loudly as he tastes you.Â
âWeâre⊠Weâre fine!â you exclaim, though your breathy tone is far from convincing. Sylus grunts in disapproval at your poor performance, and the vibrations are a suitable punishment. âSylus and I have are having a disagreeâah!âment.âÂ
Fuck, why does he have to lick your clit right at that moment?!
âOh no, you two are fighting?â Kieran asks, his voice cracking slightly from his concern.
âGive up, [Y/N]! Our boss is relentless!â Luke adds with a faint snicker. Tell me about it.
Sylus continues to give you kitten licks before licking a long stripe across your labia folds. Youâre bucking your hips because you want more, but youâre also trying to close your thighs to escape the pleasure. Itâs no use when youâre restrained and have no choice but to let him eat you out to his heartâs content. Itâs when he inserts a finger to join in his salacious tongue that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you breathe. âSylus, if you keep going⊠theyâll hear me.â
âThen I suggest you stay quiet. What would your colleagues say if they knew the best hunter in Linkon is lusting over the leader of Onychinus?â
âIâm-Iâm not!â
âKeep telling yourself that, sweetie,â He gives you a short break to clean your juices off his fingers, sucking them like they were a popsicle. âAnd oh how sweet you are, indeed.â
âDonât kill each other!â the twins chorus. Sylus chuckles and shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb.
âLeave us,â he demands. âWe have ways of⊠negotiating. Even if it takes all nightâŠâ
Thereâs some shuffling before you hear their footsteps recede down the hallway until silence remains.Â
âThat was mean,â you whine. He tilts his head, swiping his upper lip with his tongue ever so slowly.
âYou think that was mean? Oh⊠you underestimate me.â
He rises from your thighs and kneels on the bed, but his large frame still towers over you. âWait, Iââ
A snap of his fingers seals your mouth shut. You see the crimson specks floating around your mouth and protest, but theyâre reduced to muffled squeals.Â
âLike I said before⊠you have quite the mouth on you today.â
Your eyes enlarge when you see a black-red tentacle rise from between your thighs. It sparks at the tip, which transforms into a cock-head to simulate a human penis. Itâs not too thick, but it still makes your heart beat erratically.Â
Sylus takes both your hands and squeezes the right one first. âIf you want me to keep going, squeeze your right hand,â He squeezes the left one next. âIf itâs too much and you want me to stop, squeeze your left.â
His thoughtfulness brings those butterflies back. You squeeze your right hand and he nods, commanding the tentacle to run its tip up and down your folds. It brushes your clit every so often, which makes you sigh in pleasure. Then it enters you slowly, your arousal making things run smoothly.Â
It penetrates you about six inches deep before pulling out halfway, only to slam back into you with greater force. Your cries are muffled, but Sylus can tell youâre enjoying yourself by how your eyes roll back. The appendage thrusts into you at a maddening pace, your body rocking back and forth from the notion, and Sylus enjoys seeing the erotic sight of your tits bouncing. The tendrils around your breasts constrict while smaller ones branch off, wrapping around your nipples and teasing them too.Â
The make-shift gag around your mouth converts into another cock-head tentacle, forcing its way in so youâre sucking it off. Sylus groans at the beautiful sight of you submitting to it so willingly.Â
âYouâre so pretty when you submit⊠I canât imagine how sexy youâll look when I take you,â he praises.Â
So many parts of you are being stimulated and youâre sure youâll come again soon with how each thrust, both in your pussy and mouth, speeds up. Itâs almost like they were losing control, taking you with them. Itâs not until you feel a small spark from below that you yelp.Â
The sensation was like static electricity that you get if you rub your feet on a carpet. Not life-threatening, but a nuisance that stings for a brief second.Â
âMy Evol is energy manipulation⊠that energy is hard to control sometimesâŠâ Sylus says in a low voice. âIt might even shock you.â
You canât hear much over the squelching noises from your pussy and mouth as the tentacles work into you, hungrily, greedily, until the build-up from below is enough to cause your whole body to shake involuntarily. Your orgasm approaches and then is heightened when a small jolt of electricity shocks your clit.Â
The tentacle in your mouth removes itself, so you can scream until your voice gives out. The other one leaves your pussy once you stop shaking, and you are still on the bed, catching your breath. However, you feel something warm and wet on your stomach, so you lift your head enough to see spurts of cum leaking from Sylusâ cock.
His hands are still holding your own. Did he come from simply watching you?
âIâm not going to apologize,â he says without a hint of remorse. âYou excite me.â
Youâre flattered, truly. Especially when his cock is still erect, almost angry with need by how much it throbs. You wonder if itâs painful.
The mist around your wrists vanishes, but your body is dragged off the bed to the opposite side of the room, where Sylusâ grand wall mirror reaches the ceiling. Youâre suspended in front of it and he wraps his arm around your waist from behind, twirling your hair with his other hand.Â
âDo you know how irresistible you are? Such temptation⊠thatâs why Iâm taking my time,â He takes his finger, swipes across your stomach, and gathers enough cum to coat his digit before lifting it to your mouth. âOpen.â
You obey and he lets you taste himself, the action so wicked. So dominating. So sexy. His cum is salty and slightly bitter, but addictive.Â
âGood girl. Are you ready for whatâs next?â
âYes.â
His Evol controls your limbs and suddenly, youâre flipped upside-down with Sylusâ cock in front of your lips while your pussy is facing his. Your legs are wrapped around his neck and youâre taken aback at the extreme position.Â
âIâve always thought Standing 69âs would be⊠enthralling. Always wanted to try it.â
The blood rushing to your head blurs your focus and your adrenaline spikes at the thought of possibly falling. But Sylusâ powers are strong and youâve yet to see them falter. As if he can read your thoughts, he says, âDonât worry, kitten. Rest assured I wonât drop you on your pretty little head.â
âItâs still scaryâŠâ
âI know. But isnât that what makes it thrilling?â He pulls you closer by placing his hands on your ass, placing a chaste kiss on your cunt. âThe sooner you finish, the sooner Iâll have you right-side up.â
Another challenge you canât back down from. You take Sylusâ cock in your mouth and it reaches the back of your throat quickly from its impressive length. Itâs also thicker in girth than the tentacle you sucked off earlier, which makes you gag.Â
Sylus throws his head back, panting from how soft and warm your mouth feels. He snaps his fingers to release your wrists, allowing your hands to find purchase on the back of his thighs.
âIf it becomes too much, squeeze twice.â
You respond by bobbing your head up and down, which earns a sharp inhale from him. He isnât one to fall behind, so he indulges in your sopping cunt like a glutton, moaning and grunting into it like an animal. Meanwhile, you relax your jaw so it becomes easier to adjust to his size, swirling your tongue as you maneuver up and down.
Your eyes shift to the mirror, seeing your compromised position and lewd actions. You barely recognize yourself or Sylus for that matter. Heâs so engrossed in eating you out that his eyes are closed like heâs enjoying heaven on Earth. It pushes you to work harder, keeping up with his pace.
Right before Sylus is about to reach his peak, you hear another snap. He stops eating you out and you feel something bumpy rub itself against your pussy. Then Sylusâ fingers spread your ass cheeks and you feel it probing around your other hole.
Your mouth stills and your eyes widen at the sight of a black-red tendril thatâs now ribbed at the tip. It slowly enters, stretching you to take each ribbed section, simulating the action of being fucked repeatedly. Sylus is back at work, inserting his tongue into your vagina in hopes itâll distract you from the burn, but it only makes you clench harder.
âRelaxâŠâ he reminds you before diving back in again. Heâs bucking his hips to remind you to continue, and you do your best as saliva pools so much that it drips down near your eyes. Everything feels too much, too tight, especially when the tentacle starts fucking your asshole. The ribbed texture only adds to the intensity and hits spots that border pain and pleasure.Â
Sylusâ hips begin to stutter and youâre seconds away from passing out from the light-headedness. Fortunately, he finishes in your mouth, the thick viscosity of his cum coating your throat while you orgasm for the third time tonight.Â
The noises he lets out are feral and if you had the chance, youâd record them so you could get off to them another night. You feel the pressure in your ass disappear and as promised, youâre right-side up again, but your limbs feel like jelly. Sylus wraps his arm around your waist, his hold secure as he flashes you a satisfied grin.
âOpen.â Youâre still in a daze, but the command gets through to you and you show him your mouth. When he sees you have swallowed, he hums in approval. âYou really do hold up your end of the bargain. I suppose Iâll finally give you what you want.â
He grabs your hand and places it on his dick, which is slippery from your saliva. Heâs still semi-erect but a few strokes is all it takes to get him up and running again. The manâs a beast and refuses to be in a cage.
Guiding you to the bed, he lays down first on the mattress, his hands clasped behind his head as he rests on a pillow. In the blink of an eye, youâre suspended over him, the black-red mist parting your thighs and slowly lowering you until your pussy barely grazes his tip. Your wrists are bound behind your back now and youâre like a puppet, bent to his will.Â
âWhat do you desire, Kitten?â
âYou,â you beg. âPlease.â
âYou wish for me to take you raw?â
Youâre nodding like your life depended on it. âYes.â
âYou wish for me to use you?â
âTo your heartâs content.â
He says nothing else and sinks you onto his fat cock, and despite the many sessions heâs used to prep you, thereâs still a slight burn from how much he stretches you. It feels incredible as he bottoms out, knocking the breath out of both of you.Â
âOh godâŠâ you say, trembling from how full you feel. âYouâre so bigâŠâ
âAnd youâre so tight. Itâs like your pussy doesnât want to let go of me. So greedy.â
The mist controls your pliant body, helping you bounce up and down without pausing for a break. Sylus does a jazz hands motion with the widest grin on his face.Â
âLook, kitten. No hands.â
You almost growl at his cheap jokes, but his throbbing cock deters you from your thoughts, almost impaling you from its brute force. Sylus reaches out and pulls you so your chest meets his, his arm hooked around your back to hold you in place, giving you a short moment of reprieve.Â
âRaise your head,â he commands. You feel so drained, but you force yourself to do it and he gives you a quick smooch. âI need you to relax.â
The ribbed tentacle is back and you feel it gliding in between your ass cheeks, prodding your rim every so often like itâs mischievous.Â
âS-Sylus, itâll be too much,â you say.Â
âYou can handle it. But let me know now if you want to stop.â
You bite your lower lip, considering his words. âNo. Donât stop.â
âThatâs my girlâŠâ The tendril pushes into your asshole, taking its time as each ribbed section feels like a repeated attack, pushing the limits of your body. Youâre utterly stuffed once itâs in as far as Sylus allows and you feel his cock throb in your sore pussy.Â
Sylus jerks his hips first and then the tentacle joins as they pump in and out of you, alternating and becoming more violent. Youâre biting down in the juncture between his neck and shoulder to steady yourself, and he lets out a strained fuck, yes, thrusting up into you so hard that you sob, tears pricking your eye.Â
Just when you think there arenât any surprises left, a second tentacle sneaks around to your lips, seizing its opportunity to enter when you gasp. It gags you and now all three of your holes are being used and abused, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The stimulation is overwhelming, the pressure bottling, your pussy squeezing Sylusâ like a viceâyouâre both not going to last much longer.
âThatâs it, thatâs itâfuck, I adore you,â he pants, closing his eyes and focusing his energy to give you his all. The tendril occupying your mouth releases you, allowing the mantra of Sylusâ name to fall from your lips as euphoria greets you.Â
Youâve come many times tonight, but this one saturates you in overwhelming pain and pleasure. Everything is sore and you canât stop seeing four of everything until Sylus lifts you by the hips, coming on his stomach and not inside you. You collapse onto his chest when the mist dissipates, the two of you catching your breath.Â
There isnât enough money in the world to convince you to move, not after what youâve experienced. Yet something lifts you off Sylus and youâre about to cry again.
âNo, no moreâŠâ
âHush now,â The mist positions you in Sylusâ arms bridal-styled as he gets off the bed, his strong arms securing you. âWeâre going to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. Youâre staying with me for the night.â
You nuzzle into his embrace like a kitten, and a fond smile rests on his face.Â
âOkay.â
A/N: You made it to the end! Yipee! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. PLEASE let me know if you enjoyed. đč
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