#Sylus myth

[aqvarivsvart]

just a drowsy evening with him

[morimhe]

idk my dragon is with me .

[himbodruid]

Idk about yall but this line at the end of kitty cards hits different now

[zaynescake]

Sylus myth background is so aesthetically pleasing😂Fun fact: Ever since Sylus came out my favourite colour changed from blue to red.

For anyone wanting the background (found it on Pinterest):

[h4venpha]

⸺ baby's favorite

✦ dragon!sylus x reader contents: myth/dragon sylus, dragon baby!, fluff wc: 586 notes: scrappy and kinda sloppy but i needed girldad!sylus AND dragon!sylus, whats better than to just put them together!

“i told you to watch her while i was gone.” 

“and i am watching her.” sylus hums lightly, ignoring the slight tone of annoyance in your voice as he dangles their rowdy daughter by her leg. he’s laying down with one arm propped to hold his head up with the tip of his long tail wrapped around her small, chubby ankle. regardless that his tail was covered in hard, jagged scales, their daughter, dove, squeals happily. sylus playfully swings her side to side, smiling when her loud giggles echoes throougout the cave.

ever since their daughter was born, their little cave seemed to glow a little bit brighter. warm, comforting, and baby proof. soft leather pads replacing the hoards of gold and jewels, candle lights burning brightly whereas the only source of light was once the gap above for the sun to shine through. you truly try your best to make this cave safe and sound for your daughter… except things become difficult whenever you get reminded where half of her blood comes from. 

dove was a hybrid, yet… looked like an exact copy of her father. silver hair, black scales, ruby red eyes, and recently, tiny black wings have sprouted from her back, along with an uncontrollable tail that knocks down everything in its path. you can only handle her when she’s willingly. nowadays, sylus has to practically wrestle her to keep her in check.

‘you’ll make her dizzy, sy.” you scold him for a second time as you set down the small basket of goods you bought from tarus city.

“i’m simply entertaining her so she doesn’t… fly off the cliff again.” sylus chuckles lightly, ignoring the way you glare at him for laughing. it’s been twice now that dove has somehow rolled herself off the cliff. small, weak wings flapping for a moment before is sylus swooping in and catching her mid air. he swears up and down that it’s always accidents, but you can’t help but think sylus just wants her to be able to fly with him and see her spread her wings.

must be the dragon in her that makes her so rowdy and eager to run off with him. makes sense considering her father is the only one who can truly handle her.

you come over and quickly turn your daughter right side up, pulling her from the grasp of his tail. dove whines softly, complaining as she makes grabby hands for sylus. 

“no no no, your daddy is a bad influence.” you say in a faux serious tone, wagging your face in front of dove’s tiny face. her red eyes track your finger before pouting, as if she understood your words.

“bad influence?” sylus repeats, coming behind you to look over your shoulder at her. “mommy doesn’t like when you have fun with me, isn’t that right?” he scoffs, smugly smirking when dove immediately lets go of your finger and makes grabby hands towards him instead.

you don’t even have time to comment before he suddenly reaches in to take dove out of your arms. sylus throws the tiny dragon baby into the air, smiling when she bursts into a fit of giggles. you watch with a defaeted smile as he spins and throws her around, letting her float her way back down, baby wings fluttering.

“look, can mommy make you laugh like this?” sylus taunts playfully, “hm i don’t think so.” his ruby eyes flicking from dove to you as her laughter warms the cave a little.

[mythsandfabels]

Who wants to hear the song I'm listening to obsessively while I write Myths and Fabel's? I dare anyone to find a more fitting song for this fandom. In fact, I want ya'll to put your favorite non-OST song that just screams Love and Deepspace to you either down in the comments or in a reblog. I'm building a playlist to feed my hyperfixation before it burns out.

All jokes aside, this is an excellent fit for any of our boys. Seriously, just point at one, listen to the song, and I guarantee you're heart will break as you think about how perfectly it fits.

Suffice to say, "Fall" by @derivakat is the theme song for this fic. Beautiful song, Kat! It's truly gorgeous!

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[coffeekittycatt]

MC: “That’s right. Who’s a good dragon?” 🤭

Sylus: “Shut up.”

[salemrph]

I will still cry about this...

Source: https://x.com/adeline_ns/status/1869358080175280476

[aqvarivsvart]

Flower crown

[morimhe]

braids for my dragon

[ilovemitsuya]

Same touch, a different life

(send in dragon Sylus fic requests and my life is yours)

[aly4khq]

A DRAGON'S LAIR! ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ⋆*

— sum: You were exploring Tarus city as a self mission, trying to find the dragon who was told to have lived in the city for many years to come. You thought that you would encounter barely anything, but you were ever so wrong.

— characters: dragon!sylus

— warnings: pining, he tops ur clothes, double penetrartion (he had too dicks), improper use of his tail, manhandling, biting, fuckin from behind. (if i have missed any, please inform me!)

— wc: 1,746

You've never been one to lerk into unknown territory or to find refuge in a random city that you learnt about in a history book — it's never been in your nature at all. But once you saw the posters, you knew that it was a place of worship and surprise.

Tarus city, a city where it's been claimed to have a dragon that laid in the depths of a special cave. The cave was highly risky for any normal human being, I mean, the image that laid on the posters was frightening enough to keep away tourists. The unusually greyish-red that scattered around the cave's entrance, moving around like a line circling a branch, a black thick coating around it which looked like claws when compared to each other, the singular hand on the top leading to the cave like it was inviting you.

You loved mythical creatures so this was a field day for you, you needed to go.

There was also a garden which yearly grew beautiful flowers there, crimson in colour and rose in shape. They scattered everywhere, and they seemed to have been planted by a very skilled gardener — if there even was one back in the early years of life. Oh how you'd love to distress by rolling in there after a long day, what a dream.

But you weren't just there for the cool looking dragon, you were there for the sword. Like that playground sword that you had to remove from the ground, and whoever could move it was the 'chosen one', there was one that laid outside the cave, imbedded in the beautiful scenery of flowers and healthy grass with its delicate pattern leaving you with mysteries.

"Where did it come from?" "What does it symbolise?" "How did it get there out of all places?"

Who owned it?

Well, let's just say that you weren't too scared to find out. You needed answers and if you had to dig into a random mythical cave then you will. Despite the lack of information, you searched up any little tips to help you navigate inside of a cave.

You needed to be prepared, and properly prepared.

After a while of constant climbing and exploring the beautiful long yards of greenery, you stood face to face with the cave that was feared the most back in Linkon City, aka the Dragon's Lair. In the papers, it looked like absolute horror capturing in a frame but in person, it was gorgeous.

The cave was expanded and opened for anyone to come into, and you'd did just that. Entering the cave, you turned on the flashlight you brought, seeing insta treasures of many different kinds of art scattered around the walls of the cave. "Wow...this is cool..." you softly murmured to yourself, still engrossed in the scenery—

...what the hell was that?

A deep and raged growl sped through the walls of the cave like air, filling your eyes with an intense sound. Hissing, the growl's sound waves led you to an expanded room, where a big bed-like item was in the front, surrounding by more jewels of ancient treasures. You found yourself searching around, looking for what this place could've belonged to.

And after 5 minutes, you dug in, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Searching the amazing rich items on the floor, your bag got heavier and heavier with time. Each jewel that caught your eye went in. Some of them even had ancient symbols on them, now that's a lot of money.

But, a singular gem caught your eye. It was a necklace that had a black substance scattered all over it, laying on the bed that was in the middle of the room. "Oh?" your hand went out, curious, "This is peculiar."

The necklace was a beautiful golden chain, wrapping with ancient knots and twists so it was bonded together perfectly. On both sides of the pendants scattered around the necklace, there were small, very intricate patterns dented into the metal. It had a pocture of a dragon on the front, and it...was weirdly shaped. Like the top half was crossed out, but forget that, you just found a good millions of money in your hands.

"Well, that's been a nice journey here cave, thanks for the new finds and...yeah. I'll be going."

You turned for the entrance where you came from, and it was blocked off by a large bolder. "Huh..? Why...who?"

You turned around to find a way to get out when a tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to your knees in a rapid manner. You scrapped your knee on the harsh carpet. "Ah! Hah...ow.." You tired to arise from your forced position when you heard a deep voice.

"Were you never taught of etiquette? Or was it just you who missed out?"

He boomed over you, a...handsome man. He was silver hair, crimson eyes and weird black claws and a tail. His clothes bleeding in with his skin.

This isn't the dragon. I mean, it's a literally human being?

"Etiquette? Who are you?" You replied back harshly, not thinking before you spoke. Remembering quickly, it was too late, his tail went around your body before whipping the skin behind you thighs. You yelped, cursing the man-dragon above you.

"You!—" "Me what?"

He arose from his throne, walkijg menacingly to grab your waist before pulling you up to your feet. He turned you around, your back against his toned chest. His hand went over your chin and upper neck, pushing your head back to his shoulder with a smirk.

"Maybe I should teach you," he bite your collarbone before growling, "how to respect a dragon's cave."

"Gahh—Ugggg, you're so deep!—"

"Focus."

That same dragon had you bent over the same drawer you had stolen from, your clothes ripped from his sharp claws just where you soaked pussy was.Your back arched like never before and his hand still around your chin, his teeth biting and sucking on your collarbone with delight. His hips were slow but deep, reaching your cervix with long strokes, his dick sending you into a wave of pleasure.

"What's the answer?"

He'd made you write down the rules of entering his cave again, the pencil shaking vigorously in your trembling hands. The paper soaking up your falling tears as you begged and pleaded with the man above you. "Hahh— Sylus— please...! Please! I might just—"

His tail traveled down your clit, gently caressing it with the peek of the tail. "Write it down, or I'll do even worse." He threatened, and you obeyed, grabbing the pencil and harshly writing down, "I will be respectfu—"

"Ah!!" His hip gave you a sharp thrust, a warning to behave and write properly. His hand groping your wee cheeks to the point that you could feel his claws digging into your flesh. "You have one more chance." With every word, he thrusted harder until you shrieked, your body bending more forward to escape his powerful hips, you pussy squeezes into the life out of him.

Your hands went back, trying to push his pelvis away from you. "Hm?" He hummed, his eyebrow rising before you hear a chuckle, "Want me to slow down sweetie?" His voice was playful, yet you nodded quickly anyway.

"Too bad." 



He sped up, his hips snapping so fast with your to the point where it echoed in the room. Your hands banged on the drawer, lookijg for a way to soothe to intense pleasure that you were being given. You couldn't even speak, your face fucked out and your body slowly weakening.

"S-Sy...luss...I can't...! Please..." You begged, trying to find a better way to convince him to give you a break. His dick the was so deep that you thought that it was two dicks at once. It felt so huge, and more struggle.

The stretch was too much, you yelled, "Sylus! Why is it—" You gasped loudly, relent that he had two massive ducks in you at the moment, both of them lodged deep in your pussy. In that moment, you nearly passed out. "Ahh ah hah...hahh!!" You cried out, tensing, "Pleaseee..."

"You're fine, just one more." Sylus cheered on, his tail moving up to caress your back, travelling down the straight line. His tail met your ass, gently put slowly digging it into your other hole, "No! No no, please, i can't, please," Your whole body was shaking, your sweat coating your skin.

"Mhm, fine, for now." Sylus replied in a teasing tone before continuing to roll his hips into yours, and by that tight squeeze he knew that you were close. You stood a little, crying, "I can feel it!— I need to pee—Why does it feel like I need to pee?!—"

He reassured you, speaking in your ear, "It's normal, you're fine, just relax." You wasn't breathing at all. He grabbed your chin again before ordering you, "Cum."

Your orgasm hit you, your lungs not being able to take in oxygen due to the sheer force of your release. The intense feeling was still shocking you, your hands braking some of the wood of the drawer due to your grip. Your legs shaking like no ever before you felt his claws tap your chest, "Hey, Breathe."

You took a deep breath in before covering your mouth, instantly being met with fatigue. "I need a rest...I can't feel myself..." Sylus chuckled at your position, his hand goijg around your waist to carry you to his bed. "It's okay, you took both off my dicks, well done."

"I knew you'd come along," Sylus hummed, "so just relax my Queen, I'll take care of you.

this is not proofread! i was too eager to post so sorry hotties!

@ aly4khq, do not plagiarise, translate or copy my work. (30/11/24)

[himbodruid]

A Dragon In Rut

What happens when you stumble upon a dragon experiencing rut for the first time?

A short Dragon!Sylus x Reader/you oneshot

Breeding kink | knotting | scent kink

Intended for 18+ readers only MINORS DNI

Read the companion piece here!

Read the present timeline mirror here!

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Borrowed some lines from Secret Times 😏

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It had been some time since you and Sylus became close, even longer since you first met him. Days blended together when the only sense of sunlight you got were from various chutes in the cavern ceilings that allowed for airflow, so you weren't exactly sure how long it had been. The two of you became quite the pair of criminals, and thinking of the previous raid brought a satisfied smile to your face.

Dust motes danced in and out of the sun beams, giving the cavern you declared as your chambers a whimsical feeling. Richly coloured tapestries hung from the walls, adding a sense of warmth and life to your space. The fiend, Sylus, had even offered you treasures from his own hoard to decorate your space with. You had come to love the freedom that this network of caverns offered you. And you found yourself quite fond of the dragon that occupied another set of chambers.

Sylus was usually asleep at times like this, when the sun was high and bright. You found yourself mimicking his sleep schedule out of convenience, but something had awoken you and curiosity had gotten the best of you.

When you left your chamber, however, something in the air shifted. You didn’t know what it was, but it was off. Charged. Your pulse quickened as you sought out Sylus, worrying for his well being in the chaotic atmosphere that interrupted the usual calm.

You found him, not by sight, but by sound in his own chamber. As you brushed the tapestries that covered his doorway aside, a feral snarl reverberated from within.

“Sylus?” You questioned, stopping your advance at the sound.

“Leave,” was all he said, his voice strained and more beast-like than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You hazard a step into the dimly lit room. A hiss and a groan greeted you.

“If you know what’s best for you, Kitten, you will leave right now.” His voice was pained and leaving was the last thing you wanted.

“Are you hurt?” Another step forward.

Then all at once, you found yourself pinned to the wall by his bulk, a growl rumbling from his chest. You caught a glimpse of his face as the light from the entrance was snuffed out by the tapestries. His pupils were dilated and his face flushed, and you furrowed your brows in concern.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, you’re worrying me,” you say, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He made a sound like a barely restrained groan as he turned his face into your touch, inhaling deeply. That fiendish tail of his lashed out behind him, swinging to and fro- much like an agitated cat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” was all he said in reply.

And yet, he leaned into you instead of letting you go. You felt him bury his nose in your neck.

“Your scent…I want it. Steamy and sweet…like cherry wine,” he murmured, his mouth finding your pulse.

“S-Sylus, what..” you stammer, incapable of forming coherent thought thanks to the heat of his tongue rolling so, so sensually against your neck. It was clear that he wasn’t in his right mind, trapped under some spell, but you couldn’t push him away. Instead you wanted, needed him closer.

A sound resembling a purr rumbled from his chest when your hand cupped the back of his head and you tilted your chin up for him. His mouth traveled the expanse of your neck, leaving biting kisses in his wake. Your heart thundered in your chest and an involuntary shiver shuddered through you.

“You should have run away when you had the chance,” he growled, hauling you up against the hard planes of his well-sculpted body. He carried you to a pile of blankets that rested atop a goose-down filled pad.

As he laid you down in his nest, you were consumed by him. That smokey scent of him surrounded you, his body crowded you. All thoughts fled as you were immersed in his very essence. You clung to him, even as his mouth traveled down your body. Taloned hands were surprisingly adept at removing your simple clothing, and the groan he released when you laid bare beneath him went straight to your core.

His hungry gaze roamed your figure, darkening with desire as it finally landed on the apex of your thighs. His nostrils flared, taking in your scent, your arousal.

“Last chance, Kitten.” His crimson eyes found yours again, awaiting your final consent. You hadn’t fought him thus far, but he held himself back once more to give you a chance to run away, to deny him what he so clearly wanted.

But you shook your head, hooking your legs around his hips to keep him from leaving you. He grinned a devilish grin and stooped over you to seal the agreement with a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, wrestling with your own for space. Your moans were met with growls of his own. And when you were beginning to feel light headed, he finally removed himself from you.

“I’ll start with your warmest spot…” he murmured against your skin as he trailed those stinging kisses down your body. “And until I’m finished, you’re not allowed to stop me.”

And then the heat of his mouth overwhelmed your cunt as he plunged his tongue against your flesh. When you tried to squirm from the sensation, his taloned hands held you fast. All you could do was sink your hands into that damnably silky hair of his and announce your pleasure to the room. He worked you up so quickly that you crashed over the edge before you even had a chance to think. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer, even as his teeth scraped against your inner thigh.

His chuckle was deep and raspy and he lazily reclaimed his spot atop you. You didn’t know when it had occurred, but what little clothing he wore was discarded and the length of him pressed solid against your belly. With one hand occupied by holding your wrists together above your head, he hooked a leg over his free arm and pressed you hard into his bedding. His hips ground against you as that obnoxiously enticing purring sound reverberated through the cavern once more.

“You’re all mine,” he growled into your ear before positioning himself at your entrance. You briefly worried about how in the world a man as large as him would fit into such a petite woman as yourself, but all thoughts and fears fled the moment he breached you.

“S-Sy-“ you whimpered into his mouth as he sought to distract you from any discomfort. His body trembled with the effort of holding back. Breaths came short as he fully sheathed himself into you, his gasping pants feathering at your neck as he fought to give you time to adjust to his girth. Despite the effort, his hips still jerked forward.

“Hell, love. How do you feel this damn good?” He whined against your chest as he dropped his head down. The trembling in his body increased tenfold as his internal war continued.

The deepest, guttural moan escaped from him as soon as you lifted your hips in a silent signal to proceed. That moan turned into a possessive growl as he shifted his hips, pulling and pushing from your oh-so-willing body. You longed to cling to him, but he still held fast to your wrists.

Feeling mischievous, your mouth found his throat and you scraped your teeth against his flesh. He surprised you by baring his neck to you with a moan, and so you bit down on that corded muscle at the slope of his shoulder. The same place he marked you however many days ago.

At that simple action, it was like a damn broke loose. A heated snarl erupted from him and his hips pistoned in and out at a pace that would be punishing if it didn’t feel so fucking good. Your voice rose to join his as his cock brought you to such a swift climax, it had you reeling.

Even as your walls pulsed around him, he didn’t stop. Indeed, it felt like his pace actually sped up as he mindlessly chased a release that seemed to evade him. You felt as though the moment one orgasm was over, he drove you right into another one. His name fell from your lips with reckless abandon and he buried his face into your neck once more.

But this time was different. His movements seemed deliberate, almost as if he was…what? You weren’t sure how to describe his action, but it was almost as if it was some sort of primal instinct to mark you with his scent.

And there was something else happening.

As he drove himself into you over and over again, you could feel something at the base of his cock…almost like some sort of bulge was forming? You weren’t at all familiar with the anatomy of his kind, so you couldn’t be sure what to expect.

“Sylus, what?” You tried to question, your brain unable to form the full question.

“Mine,” he growled. His voice had taken on that feral tone he had once used with you to try and scare you away. He finally released your wrists to loop his arm under your free leg, practically folding you in half while he pumped into you relentlessly. All you could do was cling to him and ride out the pleasure he continued to build.

And then it happened. You weren’t really sure what “it” was, but that strange bulge at the base of his cock all but locked him to you as he thrust hard into you one final time. His moaning cries filled the cavern as he threw his head back and you felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of you, the sensation being enough to push you over the edge again with him.

And you figured that would be the end of it, a beautiful connection with this incredible being.

But his hips remained locked with yours. He nuzzled into your neck, that purring sound emanating from him again. The smallest of thrusts was all the movement he was granted by the knot, but the tugging sensation elicited sparks of pleasure that coursed through you. You whimpered into his ear as you lifted your hips to meet his with each nudge.

Then, almost as if taken over by his instincts once more, his hips whipped forward and he plunged so impossibly deep into you that you didn’t know where he ended and you began. His cock twitched and more hot ropes of cum flooded you while he moaned against your skin. It dragged you into an abrupt climax, almost as if his own orgasm was some sort of switch for yours.

It happened several more times: he would relax his hips for a moment, only to violently thrust forward again and cum so explosively that you couldn’t help but follow him over the edge. But finally, after what felt like ages, that knot appeared to subside.

Sylus slumped against you, placing soft kisses against your skin. You were exhausted from the ordeal, barely awake as he shifted you to the side. You couldn’t even work up the energy to feel embarrassed as he cleaned you up, taking great care to be gentle with you.

Shortly thereafter, you fell into the deepest sleep you ever experienced while wrapped in his warm embrace.

—

That night, after the two of you woke from your shared slumber, Sylus had the good consciousness to blush at the behaviour he exhibited. He laid beside you, head propped up on a hand while the other traced feather-light swirling patterns on your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have never personally experienced a rut before and didn’t have the willpower to send you away.”

You smiled at him, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. “Is this something that dragons experience?”

“Mmh,” he said, thinking about how to reply in a way you would understand. “It is a mating instinct that all dragons experience, yes. Usually the worst of the urges are able to be subdued enough to still function. But when your scent hit me, it was like I was possessed.”

“And what was the..thing that happened towards the end?” You asked, not sure what to call the strange bulge that kept him locked to your body.

“In your tongue, it would be called a knot. When a dragon finds his mate, that is usually how they are claimed. I…don’t really know how to describe it, since I’ve never experienced it before.”

“Hmm, does that make me your mate, then?”

His gaze softened at your question and that lopsided smile you so loved played across his face. Instead of answering with words, he leaned down and kissed you thoroughly.

“Mmh. I rather enjoy my scent being intertwined with yours.”

[kissandtellus]

Hi, hello, good girl request anon here! You absolutely FED me with your response, i need to eat you're writing until it becomes part of my dna i swear.

Mayhaps can i ask good girl sucking cock while they do work at home? just keeping their pretty cocks warm in her throat, totally off in subspace like she was made for it?

(Zanye and sylus again, please! [Maybe caleb if ur feeling frisky] i beg, thank u sm) 🙇‍♀️

Such a Good Partner

꒰͡ ۫ Synopsis: You are a good girl! Always! Even when it comes to solving hard work questions or illegal dealings:)

꒰͡ ۫ Warning: Under the desk action, Voyeurism, choking, praising, Sylus uses you to show off to his rival.

꒰͡ ۫ Zayne

You were the best girl, the best assistant for the Cardiac Surgeon, always following orders.

Zayne was reading over some medical files that had been perplexing the young doctor all night. Between his knees was a warm mouth around his cock and pretty eyes looking up at him

He groaned softly, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him as he felt your warm mouth enveloping his hardening dick. He spread his legs a bit wider, giving you more room to work. “Mm... Good girl..." He praised absently, his attention mostly on the files.

He reached down with one hand, tangling his fingers in your hair - not guiding or forcing but letting you know he was aware of your presence there between his legs. He continued reading through the medical reports but couldn't help letting out small moans whenever his sensitive head pushed to the back of her throat.

The praise made you squirm in happiness, going down on his cock until it was properly lodged in your throat and your nose was buried in the neatly cut dark pubic hair.

He looked down at you, watching as you took him deep into your throat. His eyes darkened with desire but he maintained his composure. “There we go, That's my good girl.” He praised again, his voice slightly huskier now.

He pushed his glasses back up with one finger, maintaining the delicate balance between his professional focus and the pleasure building in his groin. “Keep going just like that... Perfect girl.” He murmured distractedly, flipping another page of the file.

He was deep in thought, trying to solve the medical puzzle on the files. His mind was sharp - one of the best doctors his hospital had. His body reacted without consuming his thoughts.

As he read the symptoms and test results, his hips began to move in a slow, steady rhythm. Fucking your mouth without even realizing it. He was so close to figuring out the diagnosis.

Just a little more focus... and a little more of your warm, wet mouth around his dick.

Zayne started panting, his free hand gripping the pen so hard he was afraid it might snap. "Such a perfect mouth.” He muttered absently, finally making a notation on the file. His free hand tightened slightly in your hair as he reached the climax of the diagnosis. “Almost there... just..." He gasped suddenly as you swirled your tongue in just the right way.

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck..." His voice cracked slightly as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Dr. Zayne rarely cussed. But something about having his hard length choking you, changed all of that. His hips thrust forward sharply, burying his dick deep in her throat. “Got it!” He groaned, scribbling the final notes with a shaky hand. The diagnosis was complete.

He slumped back in his chair, completely spent both mentally and physically. His glasses were askew, his tie loosened, and his dick still buried deep in your throat as he caught his breath. “Mmh...perfect timing. Diagnosis completed right as I came down that gorgeous throat."

You pulled off of his cock, coughing a little as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “D-did I do good, Dr Zayne?”

He chuckled softly, adjusting his glasses with a smirk. “Outstanding, actually. Both medically and orally." He stood up slowly, tucking himself back into his pants. “You just cured my patient file backlog and gave me one hell of a stress release."

Zayne kneeled down on the floor of his home office and wiped away a dribble of spilled cum.

“You've been such a good girl today." His voice was low and gentle, filled with praise. "I'm so proud of you for taking care of my cock while helping me save lives.”

He helped you stand on wobbly legs. “Over the desk, Sweetpea. Atta girl~.”

꒰͡ ۫ Sylus

Sylus sits at the head of a long table in a dimly lit room filled with tense silence and the heavy scent of cigarette smoke. His rival gang leader sits across from him, surrounded by armed men on both sides. Sylus' hand rests casually on your head.

You kneel between Sylus' spread legs, his large member lodged deep in your throat. You look up at him, eyes slightly watery but you were an obedient girl. He pettingly cards his fingers through her hair while negotiating, "So, Marcus, do we have a deal or not?"

Marcus leans back in his chair, eyeing Sylus with a mix of annoyance and grudging respect. He glances down at you briefly before meeting Sylus' red eyes. “Your little whore is quite the distraction. Makes it hard to focus on business."

Sylus chuckles and suddenly grabs his gun from his holster, pointing it directly at the other man with a sneer. “Oh, she’s far from a whore. She’s a good girl. Now, why don’t you correct yourself?”

Marcus's eyes widen slightly at the sudden display of aggression, but he quickly regains his composure. He smirks, "Apologies, Sylus. Didn't mean any disrespect to your... companion." He gestures to one of his men, who slides a thick manila envelope across the table.

You moves your lips up and down Sylus’ thick length as a thanks for defending your honor. You hum gently, using your free hand to caress his balls.

His eyes flutter briefly as you work your mouth and hand expertly around him. A low growl escapes his throat as he opens the envelope with one hand. Marcus watches with an amused expression. "Smart girl... keeping her leader happy during negotiations."

He slides the envelope back to Sylus. "Everything's there. The deal's done." He leans forward slightly. “But Sylus... next time we do business... maybe leave your ‘good girl’ behind?" He winks suggestively at Sylus' mechanical crow perched nearby. Mephisto squawks, head tilting in curiosity.

Sylus' grip on your hair tightens slightly, not out of anger but as a reflex to the pleasure you’re giving him. He smirks at Marcus. “Jealousy doesn't become you, Marcus. And no, next time we do business, she stays by my side.”

His orgasm builds fast and he praises you with soft coos and words as he sees the tears springing to your eyes at the burn of the stretch

Sylus' breathing becomes heavy as he nears his climax. He pulls your head back slightly, looking down at your tear-streaked face with a mix of affection and possession. “Such a good girl, taking me so well. Showing Marcus what you're made of."

He lowers her mouth back down on him. "Keep going sweetheart... showing him the real reason why I take you everywhere with me." His grip on your hair guides you. "Marcus, you see why I don't leave my queen behind? This sweet mouth..”

He empties into your throat, stroking your hair as you swallow every drop.

Sylus throws his head back with a low groan as he comes, filling your throat with his hot release. He holds you gently now, petting you as you finish every last drop. “Good girl... such a good girl..." He looks back at Marcus, smirking.

He pulls you up just a bit, gently tapping your cheek. “Now why don’t you go and give Marcus a big kiss to seal the deal?”

꒰͡ ۫ Caleb

Caleb's eyes were closed as he leaned back in his chair, one hand gripping the armrest while the other was tangled in your hair. You were kneeling between his legs, taking his cock deep into your throat, sucking and licking with a fervor that was both surprising and incredibly satisfying.

Cale opens his eyes, watching you deepthroat him while he's working on Farspace Fleet documents. His hand moves from the armrest to your head, pushing you down further. “Fuck Pipsqueak, even when I'm working on classified documents, you still suck my cock like a good soldier."

His voice grows huskier as he watches you work your mouth on him. “You know, most soldiers wouldn't be this eager to please their commanding officer at this hour." *He shifts slightly in his chair, giving you better access as he continues to watch the documents on his screen intermittently.

"Have I ever told you how fucking perfect your mouth is?" he mutters, one hand tracing down your jaw while his eyes alternate between the tactical maps on his screen and the way your lips wrap perfectly around his cock. “Most wives would be complaining about their husband working late.”

"But here you are..." His hips move slightly forward, fucking your mouth slowly “On your knees, giving the best fucking head while I'm supposed to be running fleet operations.” His voice becomes more tender as he pushes your hair from your eyes.

"I love you," he whispers suddenly, his hand gentle in your hair as he holds you in place while he cums in your mouth. You swallow like a dedicated soldier, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him your tongue.

The documents are forgotten as he focuses solely on you, his pretty little wife who always knows how to make him feel loved and appreciated even during the late nights of work.

You pull away with a slight cough, eyes fluttering up to his with a cocked smile.

Caleb's chest heaves with a mix of satisfaction and desire as he watches you pull away. A bead of cum escapes the corner of your mouth, and he can't help but lean down and lick it off, his tongue tracing your lips. "Come here," he commands softly, pulling you onto his lap.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your lips. “You know what I love most about these late nights?" Caleb murmurs against your mouth.

"That I can have you all to myself. No interruptions, no distractions." His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing gently as he rocks his hips, reminding you that he's still hard. “I think I need a reward for all my late-night work.”

[qissery]

In Another Lifetime — Sylus.

𝑄. — “ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞...? ”

𝓢. — “ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. ”

[vepkhiaa]

The dragon and the sorceress