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Infold is fighting leaks again 🤜🏻🤛🏻

Note: I'm against leaks of cards, their animations, screenshots and everything else.

And now to the topic of our conversation. I think you could have already seen a post from Infold on their official accounts on Weibo or somewhere else where you are subscribed to them. And as it turned out, there was a leak of materials (honestly, I have not come across them, but eyewitnesses say that these were screenshots of very poor quality), and now it looks like they will look for the one responsible for this and then the court and everything else. Which is logical and natural.

But here the question arises: does this apply to those who spread rumors about the next banners? (most of which turned out to be true to some extent). And it seems like they don't like spreading rumors either (that's what I understood from the context of the post).

But let's be honest, they themselves created a situation where rumors of the banner schedule became popular among players. We don't know what the order of the banners will be at all, we will find out about the next banner the day before or on the day the current banner ends. The only thing we know for sure is: birthdays. That's all.

We don't even know what awaits us at all. And someone will say that: "well, this is a wow effect, so that the release of the trailer is more anticipated and all that." Well... no. This creates more of a stressful situation. There is no pleasant anticipation and some pleasant excitement, like when we were waiting for our birthday or Christmas in childhood in anticipation of a pleasant surprise. Here the effect is completely the opposite, because first of all you spend: money, saved diamonds. Uncertainty + not understanding whether the savings will be enough, cause stress. I have always treated such games calmly (after all, I have a lot of experience in them and I have always been a f2p on principle), but... lads was the first one that managed to arrange such emotional swings for me.

And everything would change if they released a roadmap for at least ?six months? They don't necessarily have to directly say what the banner topics will be, but at least an understanding of the order of whose banner will be next, when the main story will be released (do you still remember that we have one? I sometimes forget), events and everything else. Well, they won't lose money from this, it will increase discussion, that is, attract attention, and increase the expectations of players willing to pay money.

Content leaks are definitely bad and shouldn't be supported. However, the fact that rumors about the schedule are in demand among players is something that happened naturally, due to the fact that we have no preliminary announcements at all, at least a week in advance, no roadmap, nothing but guesses and theories. Although all players have been asking Infold about this for a long time, but... we have silence. And it seems to me that it is high time for them to change their approach altogether, if it worked on their old games, it doesn't mean that the same will happen with new ones.

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Wine, Lies and Longing

Summary: You win a romantic vineyard getaway, a dream escape you never expected. Unsure of who to take, you impulsively invite Sylus. What starts as playful pretending, soon becomes something far more real. In the heart of the vineyard, surrounded by the sweetness of wine and the glow of moonlight, you begin to wonder: is this just an act, or the start of something you’ve always longed for?

Based on the new banner Night Rendezvous!

Character: MC x Sylus // Genre: romantic, soft, explicit sexual content // Pet names: Kitten, Sweetie // Word count: 8,827 | Reading Time: 35 min | AO3 |

A/N: This was written before Night Rendezvous officially dropped, inspired by the clips we’ve seen over the past two days. Please note there might be some errors—I was absolutely frantic about the banner while writing this! I just couldn’t get Sylus out of my head.

WARNINGS: mdni, biting, penetration, cum. Remember, fanfics are not a reliable source of sexual education. For questions about protection and birth control, talk to your doctor.

A weeks ago, after visiting your regular supermarket to pick up your usual after-mission dinner set, the kind cashier, while taking your point card, reminded you about the ongoing special raffle.

"Miss, do you want to participate in the lottery?" You looked at the display banner on the counter. The image of serene mountains under a captivating sunset, the sparkle of a drop of water on a bunch of grapes, and the faces of people happily enjoying an unforgettable moment. “Two days in a mountainous region with beautiful views” it read— a getaway promising wine, relaxation, and a fleeting escape from your daily chaos. You paused for a moment, thinking that a vacation wouldn’t be a bad idea, especially since you’d been continuously working on missions, paperwork, and grueling training sessions. You let out a soft sight, the exhaustion creeping into your thoughts. What could happen? In worst case, you would not win the prize, and at the moment, simply filling out the digital form will maybe bring you closer to a small break. Without overthinking it, you nodded, typed in your details, and submitted your entry.

Not even sure, when that happens, you blink a couple of times while checking your email. You can hardly believe your eyes. You won, you actually won that stupid getaway for two! The excitement bubbles up in you like champagne, because you never win anything. You can already imagine the fresh air, the rolling hills, the luxury of it all. You want to scream. You do a little dance in your living room. This is how it should be. Without thinking twice, you call Tara to share the news. After a few rings, she picks up.

"Hey, my favorite person!" she say cheerful like always.

"Tara, guess what?" you ask enthusiastic, you don't wait for her to answer "I won a trip for two to a vineyard! Wanna go on a girls' trip?"

"Say what?! Really? That's amazing!"

"I know! I'm really excited." you explain to Tara briefly what kind of trip it is. “Oh, we could have a lot of fun. Are you in?”

"Oh, I would love to, but… isn’t this kind of trip for couples?" You freeze, your smile faltering.

"Couple? Let me check..."

A shadow of doubt creeps in, heavy and unwelcome. Frowning, you swipe back to the email announcing your prize, it took you a moment to go trough the conditions. Your stomach tightening as your eyes land on the fine print: Only couples allowed. Your mind races, a mix of disappointment and worry swirling inside you. You stare at the screen, torn between laughing at the absurdity and groaning at your oversight.

"What should I do?" you ask, feeling a little lost.

"We could just say we’re a couple" says Tara laughing a bit.

You lean back against the couch, chewing on the idea. Pretending wouldn’t be that hard, would it? It’s not like the vineyard is going to demand proof of your relationship. Still, the idea feels... complicated. Then Tera continues with a playful tone.

"Or..." she teases, "...you could ask Mr. Skye to go with you? He has a crush on you. Maybe this is the perfect chance to level up your relationship with him."

The thought alone makes your cheeks heat up. Sylus? Taking him with you? Your heart flutters. It wouldn't be the first time with him on a trip but... on a exclusive couple trip? You remember the time you were with him in that castle, telling you that weird story to help you fall asleep, but you strangely ended up being bitten by him on the neck. Your cheeks are starting to burn, the feeling of his teeth on your skin was intense. You put a hand on your neck, it feels like it was yesterday.

“Are you there?” You shake you head, trying to come back to the conversation.

“Really? Are you serious?” feeling a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

“Why not? He’s hot, you’re hot, and it’s a romantic vineyard trip. It practically screams opportunity!” Her words make you feel more nervous and you go silent again. She only wants to ship you with him. Her personal real time K-drama. "I think you should ask him,” she presses, a bit insistently. “It could be fun. Worst case? You survive the trip. Best case? You come back as a couple. Just saying"

“Tara...” you sigh. “I don't like him—"

“Bullshit!” she cuts you off, her voice cheerful and confident. “You have a thing for him, admit it! Be happy with him. You know what? I’m not going with you.” She laughs. “Ask him and have fun! And call me for the little dirty details. Byee”

“Wait! Tara?!” And with that, the call is over, leaving you staring at your phone.

You groan. The room feels too quiet, too charged with the sudden possibility. Sylus—always confident, always composed—would undoubtedly say yes. You could already imagine his reaction: that cocky tilt of his head, his dark eyes narrowing with amusement. You bite your lip. Tara is right, he is hot. Terribly hot.

You glaze on your phone, fingers hovering over the screen. Should I, shouldn't I text him? Your heart is racing. How could you wrap this up to make it less... weird? The last time you came up with a plan, it wasn’t that difficult, was it? The couple photo shoot... well, OTTO was very insistent that you take part in it. In the end, it was fun... and you had a kind of romantic moment with Sylus. Maybe you can see this as a payback of all the time he help you with stuff.

But why Sylus? You could just ask the other friend you have, right? You go through the scenario in your head, imagining how it might go if you asked Zayne, Xavier or Rafayel. I mean, the boys are cool, but bringing your co-worker/neighbour could be very relaxing. Xavier wouldn’t be interested in the wine, but he’d enjoy the fresh mountain air. Zayne... you sighed. He was always too busy to go anywhere. Rafayel could be fun, but the idea of playing bodyguard while travelling didn’t appeal to you. You're starting to feel sleepy from all this thinking, and feel like to take a nap is the right solution to not deal with this. It's early in the morning. Or should you maybe have a coffee and go for a run. You sigh. This can't be so complicated.

After what feels like an eternity of hesitation, you finally decide to at least ask Sylus first. Just as you gather the courage to type something, your phone buzzes. A call from him.

“What are you doing?” he says without even saying hello.

“Working” you lie.

“You sound tired, kitten.” he says, a hint of concern threading through his voice. „I thought you were going to take a break after all that missions”

You feel the warmth in his ton, it make you feel... good. “I'm planning too.” Thinking how to bring up the trip. “I just need to finish a few things.”

There’s a pause before he speaks again, the softness of his words taking you by surprise. “If you ever feel overwhelmed, you're always welcome at my place”. You smile like an idiot without notices it. If Tera were there she would have teased you about that.

“I will...” you try to compose yourself. “Why are you calling me now? Isn't this you bed time hour?

He laugh softly, a sound that always seems to melt your heart if you're not careful “I like to hear your voice before I go to bed. That's way I call”.

“I see...” you murmur.

“What are you planning to do?”

“Well...” you hesitate, the words feeling awkward in your throat. “I won this trip for two to a vineyard. I was talking to Tara, she doesn't have the time to come with me. And I... I know it’s a couple’s thing, but I would be a shame—”.

“Go to the point, kitten” he interrupts with a laugh.

“I wanted to ask you, if...” you close you eyes, as if that would save you the embarrassment in case he says no. “...you could come with me? I owe you for few things.”

There’s a moment of silence before he answers, his voice calm, yet with an undertone of amusement. “Sure, I’ll go. Wouldn’t want you to miss out.“ The relief washes over you, but there’s a strange flutter in your chest too. You try to ignore it. “Send me the details.”

“Alright. Sleep well.”

“Thanks, kitten.”

...

When you finally arrive with him at the vineyard, the atmosphere is perfect. The air is crisp, the vineyards stretch out beneath a sky painted in soft pastels, and the scent of fresh earth and ripe grapes lingers. The estate’s stone pathways crunch softly beneath your feet as you make your way to the guest rooms.

The room is picturesque and charming, with rustic wooden beams and a window overlooking the sprawling vineyard. But your eyes are drawn immediately to the bed. One bed. A king-sized one, with crisp white sheets and pillows that seem to mock you with their perfect arrangement. Your heart skips a beat at the sight, the reality of it sinking in. Calm down! You have slept with him in one bed, more then you want to count.

Sylus steps inside behind you, he sets your and his bag down, his usual confidence radiating from him like a second skin.

“Looks cozy” he says, his voice smooth, his smirk just shy of teasing.

You manage a laugh, though it comes out shaky. “Cozy is one way to put it.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall with an ease that makes your stomach flip. “You nervous already? We haven’t even opened the wine yet.”

You roll your eyes, desperate to mask the heat creeping up your neck. “As if. Just… surprised, that’s all.” He chuckles, the sound low and velvety, sending a shiver through you.

“Surprised, huh?” Then, with a playful tilt of his head. “Relax, my love” You get goosebumps hearing him say those words. The pet name drips with mockery, but the way he says it makes your breath hitch.

“You don´t have to call me that”

“Why not? This is a couples trip, doesn't it?” His smile is maddeningly confident, his tone bordering on a challenge. You let out a long sigh, trying to steady the flustered mess inside you.

“You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you?”

He straightens, stepping closer—too close. His voice drops just enough to make your pulse quicken. “We want to make it convincing. Or do you have a better plan?”

It’s not the first time you’ve had to pretend to be couple or lover, or whatever, but somehow, this feels different. You’re not on a mission with him, not playing a part for someone else's benefit. This is personal—too personal.

Sylus strides over to the bed, his movements deliberate. He sits down with the kind of ease that suggests he owns the space, leaning back on one arm as if the room was made for him. You perch on the edge of the bed, trying to relax, but every part of you is hyper-aware of his presence—the faint spice of his cologne, the quiet rustle of his shirt as he shifts, the heat radiating from him even at a distance.

“No, I don't.” you say annoyed “I... just hope we can enjoy this.” Your words trail off as you glance out the window, desperate for a distraction. It’s definitely a super romantic place, the kind of setting you’d see in a movie. You cling to the view, hoping its beauty will steady your swirling thoughts.

Sylus looks over at you, a faint smirk on his lips.

"I’m sure it’ll be enjoyable, either way. We’re in the right place for it" he says, his voice low and confident, as if he already knows how the weekend will unfold. You swallow hard, forcing a smile.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his smirk deepening. “I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.”

You turn your gaze back to the vineyard, trying to steady your racing thoughts. This is just a weekend, you remind yourself. It’s just Sylus.

...

The agenda for the day is simple—nothing too complicated. Just a tour of the property, along with the other couple staying at the vineyard. Then, a wine tasting session to enjoy the local flavours, followed by a leisurely dinner under the stars. Afterwards, you’re meant to relax, enjoy the evening, and retire to bed. Easy, right?

But despite how simple it sounds. As you make your way through the vineyard with Sylus by your side, everything feels heightened, even the sound of your footsteps crunching on the gravel path. The soft laughter of the other couple fills the background, but it feels distant. In your distraction, you trip slightly over your feet. Why are you even wearing heals? You catch yourself, but before you can fully regain balance, Sylus is there—his hand firm on your arm, pulling you closer. He steadies you effortlessly, his proximity sending a rush of warmth through you.

“Give me your hand,” he murmurs, his voice low, smooth. You blink, still a little off-balance, and look up at him, confused “What?” He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You surely don’t want to break you ankle or ruin your dress, do you?” His words are wrapped in a teasing edge. You eye him suspiciously, your pulse racing.

“Besides,” he continues in a soft whisper, his breath warm against your ear, “that’s what couples do. Care for each other.”

The heat of his hand in yours makes your heart race, his touch unexpectedly gentle, sending a shiver down your spine. You try to focus, try to shake off the unexpected flutter in your chest. But his proximity, his warmth, makes it hard to think clearly. Maybe…

The tour guide’s voice weaves through the warm air, narrating the history of the vineyard with practiced ease. But you barely register the words.

The wine tasting that follows feels like an eternity. Each sip is a kaleidoscope of flavours, yet none hold your focus for long. The richness of the reds, the crispness of the whites—they all blur together as you try to ground yourself, but it’s impossible with Sylus nearby. His gaze lingers too long, his teasing comments too precise, cutting through your resolve with the ease of a knife through silk.

“Not bad,” he says, his voice low and smooth as he swirls the wine in his glass. His dark eyes glint with amusement. “But I’ve tasted better.”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. “Oh, I didn’t realice you were such a wine connoisseur.”

He leans in slightly, his tone dropping just enough to make your breath catch. “I have a talent for recognising quality.”

A smile tugs at your lips, genuine this time. You can't help it. Each exchange feels like a dance, his confidence pressing against your composure in a way that leaves you breathless. Actually, you want to bite back with some sharp words, but there it is. That soft smile, the same one he had after the boxing match, under the falling snow... Your lips part, but instead of speaking, you just look back at him. Everything seems to slow down. Is the wine affecting you? For a heartbeat, neither of you speaks. For a fleeting second, you wonder if he feels it too. You eyes darts on this lips, how would they taste?

And then, just before the moment slips away, he does something unexpected. He sets his glass down, his movements fluid, and without breaking eye contact, he reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch is light, but it lingers just long enough to make your skin tingle.

Before you can even process it, a soft tap on your shoulder pulls you from the moment. Two women approach, giggling like schoolgirls, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

They interrupt the bubble you’ve found yourself in, and the weight of Sylus’s touch vanishes as if it was never there. But the heat in your chest lingers, a faint trace of the connection that just passed between you.

“Excuse me” one of them says, her voice light and playful as she glances between you and Sylus. The other nudges her, stifling a giggle, and you can already feel the familiar mix of curiosity and dread bubbling up.

“We couldn’t help but notice” the first woman continues, her smile widening, “you two are just the cutest couple. You’ve got this… spark. It’s like you stepped out of a romance novel!”

You blink, caught off guard, the glass of wine freezing halfway to your lips. A flush rises to your cheeks, and you can feel Sylus shift beside you, his presence suddenly more commanding.

“Oh, really?” he says smoothly, his tone carrying that trademark confidence. He slides an arm casually around your waist, pulling you just close enough to make your pulse quicken. “Well, I’m glad we’re keeping the vineyard’s reputation for romance alive.

His words, so effortlessly delivered, make the women swoon audibly. “The way you two look at each other—it’s just magical!”

You force a laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound as strained as it feels. “Thanks” you manage, your voice tight as Sylus’s hand lingers on your hip, warm and steady.

“Are you two married?”

“No” you say quickly, your voice a little too sharp, too defensive.

Sylus, however, doesn’t miss a beat. He looks at you, then smiles smoothly at the women. “No but...” he says as he looks back at you. “Our soul are already bound, so is better then marriage.”

The women gasp, eyes widening in surprise. “Such a poetic man...” the first woman exclaims. “You two are perfect together!”

You blink, momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react. Sylus doesn’t seem at all phased by the lie, his calm demeanor making it feel like a perfectly natural thing to say.

“Thanks” he says, his voice smooth as silk. “We’re very happy.”

You smile politely, trying to shake off the warmth creeping up your neck. The words linger in your mind as you finish your wine, but you can’t help but feel a little more self-conscious now. They really think you’re with him. You can’t help but wonder if the lines between roll playing and reality are already starting to blur.

The women chat a little longer, their compliments spilling over like the wine in their glasses. Finally, they flit away, their laughter trailing behind them as they disappear into the crowd.

You exhale sharply, stepping out of Sylus’s hold and turning to him with narrowed eyes. “Really? Our soul are bound? Better then marriage?”

He grins, unfazed, leaning closer until his voice drops low enough that only you can hear. “What?” His gaze locks onto yours, his smirk softening into something almost tender. “Saying the true is sometime easier then coming up with some lie, sweetie”

Maybe he’s enjoying this a little too much. But if he’s enjoying it, why don’t you enjoy it too? You think to yourself, a strange thought whispering at the back of your mind. Even if it’s just for this trip, just for the moment.

The wine has already begun to work its magic, loosening your inhibitions and making everything feel just a little more carefree. Before you can fully think it through, you find yourself clinging to Sylus’s arm, your fingers lightly gripping the sleeve of his jacket. The warmth of his presence settles against you, his steady pulse beneath your touch a reminder of just how close he is. You feel the tension in your chest ease, replaced by something else, something much more complicated.

Sylus’s smile stretches wide as he looks down at you, the corner of his lips curling in that smug, almost predatory way he always does when he knows he’s got your attention.

The quiet hum of the evening settles back in. It’s as if a small door has been opened, and you’re not entirely sure what’s on the other side, but for now, you’re curious enough to stay a little longer.

Sylus doesn’t move, his arm still locked with yours, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low and teasing. “Enjoying yourself so far, sweetheart?”

You glance up at him, maybe... just maybe... it won’t be as simple as you expected.

…

Dinner arrives just as the sun dips below the horizon, casting the sky in soft, dusky hues. The air feels cooler now, but the warmth of the intimate atmosphere wraps around you, drawing you closer to the cozy setting. The flickering candlelight dances across the stone walls, casting playful shadows that seem to shift with every movement. It’s romantic, the kind of dinner scene you only see in movies, and for a moment, it feels like you’re part of a story you’re not sure you want to end.

Sylus is seated next to you, his tall frame glowing softly in the dim light. He’s quieter than usual, but his presence is undeniable. Every now and then, his eyes flicker to yours, and there’s something in the way he looks at you that makes you want to jump from your chair and lose yourself in him right there.

During the dinner, you find yourself addressing him a few times as “my love” or “honey”, while taking in the large group at the table. The words slip from your lips without thinking, and each time they do, a little thrill runs through you. You’re playing the part, but in some strange way, you realize you’re not pretending anymore. You’re enjoying it, living it.

You let your fingers brushed against his hand, and before you know, you’re subtly holding his hand beneath the table. The simple touch sends warmth up your arm. The intimacy of the gesture, hidden from the others, feels like a secret shared between just the two of you. You pass him food, feeding each other bites of your meals, exchanging tastes like lovers. Each touch, each glance, each shared moment feels more natural than it should.

You’re lost in the closeness, in the warmth of the evening, in the role you’re playing so effortlessly. It feels easy, too easy, to slip into this new dynamic with him. And for the first time since you arrived, you stop questioning it. For tonight, you’re his beloved. And maybe, just maybe, you can stay like this forever.

The evening winds down, and you’re a bit tipsy, your cheeks flushed with a soft pink. You decide to step outside for some fresh air, leaving Sylus talking to the owner of the vineyard. The nice warm sun is long gone, and the coldness of the mountains is a refreshing contrast to it. The vineyard stretches out before you, bathed in moonlight, and the quiet of the night feels peaceful. You feet are hurting, you've been walking with high heels all day.

You take a deep breath, feeling good, light, and free. For the first time in a while, you realize something you hadn’t fully allowed yourself to consider: You’re in love with him. There’s no denying it anymore. It’s there, right at the center of your heart, a truth you can’t shake. The way he looks at you, touches you—Every glance, every subtle move he makes, has stirred something deep inside you.

You stop for a moment, letting the breeze tousle your hair, and close your eyes. You’re here. You’re alive. And for this moment, you’re letting yourself feel what you feel, without worrying about what comes next. There’s something beautiful in the simplicity of it, in allowing yourself to just be in love with him. Tonight, you are free to love him, even if you don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

As you walk over the veranda, along wooden floor, you heels clicking, feeling the silence around you, lost in your thoughts, you hear his voice cut through the stillness.

"My beautiful beloved, where are you going?" Sylus’s voice is smooth, playful.

You turn around and give him the most sincere smile you've ever shown him. If someone else had seen the look on your face at that moment, they might have thought you'd given him your whole heart in that single expression. And if someone had told you what Sylus felt when he saw you smile like that, you might not have believed them.

You’re startled to find him so close, just a few steps behind you, his figure illuminated by the silvery glow of the moonlight. His eyes are fixed on you, that familiar, confident smile tugging at his lips.

You feel your heart race. "Just needed a moment," you reply softly.

He steps closer, his presence magnetic, his gaze never leaving yours. "I see."

The heat of the wine bubbles up in your chest, but it’s the way he stands there, close, that makes the moment feel heavier than it should. He watches you as if he’s trying to decode something, a quiet challenge in his eyes. Then, without another word, he removes his jacket, the fabric brushing against your arms as he drapes it over your shoulders.

“Thank you” you say a bit shy.

“No need.”

The silence stretches between you, but it’s not uncomfortable. You don’t need to look at him to know he’s glaring at you. You step closer to the railing, perching on it with half your body leaning out, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. Your mind drifts, flitting from thought to thought, nowhere in particular yet everywhere all at once. You’re enjoying it more than you expected. You hate to admit it, but Tera was right. You’ll need to thank her for pushing you to this.

“You’re staring” you say softly, trying to sound playful but failing to hide the nervous edge in your voice.

“Am I?” he counters smoothly, the smirk growing as he tilts his head slightly. “Maybe I just like what I see.” Your cheeks flush, but you don't look at him. Your eyes are still locked on the scenery.

“Mm-hmm” you hum.

“You’re quiet.” He remarks after a moment, his voice softer now, almost contemplative. “Something on your mind?”

You take a steadying breath, eyes still on the horizon. “Just... enjoying the view.”

He chuckles low. “Good to know I’m not the only one. Though, as beautiful as this is, we should head back—I’ve got something prepared for us.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, trying to read his expression, but before you can ask he gently takes you hand. You suppress a sigh as he guide you to stand up from the railing. You follow him, but the moment your feet hit the ground, the discomfort you’d been ignoring flares up. The cooling evening air has made the snug fit of your pretty shoes unbearable. You let out a soft whine as you take a couple of steps, causing Sylus to stop immediately. He turns, his brows furrowing with concern.

“What wrong?” You shake your head quickly, not wanting to make a fuss.

“It’s nothing... just my feet hurt a little”.

His gaze drops to your shoes, assessing the situation in an instant. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Sylus lets out a sigh, but the corner of his mouth quirks up in a half-smile. “You’re hopeless sometimes, kitten.” Without another word, he scans the area, his gaze landing on a nearby chair on the veranda. He strides over to it, picks it up, and places it gently in front of you.

“Sit” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. You do as he said then he kneels in front of you.

“What are you—?” you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a knowing look.

“Taking them off. Lift your leg.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the intimacy of the moment not lost on you. You hesitate for a moment, but his steady gaze convinces you, and you lift your leg. The touch of his fingers on your ankle is electrifying. The dress you're wearing is riding up a bit. Concerned that he might catch a glimpse under the skirt, you discreetly try to lower it. Sylus doesn’t seem to notice or care, his focus entirely on your feet as he gently works to ease the discomfort you’re feeling. Still, you’re glad you're wearing cute panties, just in case something... happens? A few moments later your feet have been released from their prison, you feel relieved.

“This feels better, thanks” you say softly.

“Look at that, a second thanks I get today” he chuckles. Sylus stands up a little and leans over you. He's too close. "Hold on tight."

You feel his hands slide under your thighs and the other hand behind your back. In an instant, you find yourself lifted into his arms. You curl up instinctively, wrapping your arms around his neck, your body seeking the warmth and security he offers. His eyes flicker to your shoes, the red and black mist picks them up, placing them in one of his hand, not breaking stride as he carries you effortlessly.

“Put me down, Sylus” you say, a hint of laughter in your voice despite the situation.

“Do you want to walk barefoot?” he replies, his tone teasing but unwavering as he holds you close, his grip firm and steady. “Stay still, fussy kitten.”

With a pout you stop squirming in his arms, the smell of his perfume mixed with wine is incredible. You feel almost drunk, not from the wine itself but from the sweet and earthy mix that fills your senses, an alluring combination that invades your nose and makes your head spin just a little. You want to bit his neck.

He walks with you in his arms through the mansion, past couples lingering in the dining room. You catch a few glances from them, including the two women from earlier, who sigh at such an adorable image. A sense of pride swells inside you, and you feel almost lucky, as if you’re the center of attention in the best way possible. As you continue down the hallway toward your room, you look up, and your eyes meet his. That look again. Soft and tender.

As the door opens, you blink in surprise. The room is lit by soft candlelight and the chimney, the air sweet with the scent of fresh flowers, and a bottle of wine chilling in ice sits on the table. It feels like something straight out of a romance movie.

"Sylus, you don’t need to pretend in here" you say low, the question hanging in the air.

He meets your gaze, unfazed. "I’m not pretending." his tone very calm. You raise an eyebrow. He gently lowers you onto the bed, his hands steady and careful. He places your shoes on the floor beside the bed.

"Were you pretending before, being touchy and calling me pet names?" His question hits you like a spark.

You blush, stumbling over your words. "I..."

"It’s alright," he cuts in. “Lay down if you tried. It has been a long day” he look down, while unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest. The sight is fascinating and you can’t help but feel the absurd urge to lick every inch.

“I'm not” you feel your restraint cracking inside you, the longing for him is taking over.

“If you don't want to lie down” he continues, his voice smooth but with a hint of challenge “we can make the most of our time before dawn.” He step back, turning to the sofa for a moment. “Do you want some wine?”

This feels insane. You feel insane, but how long can you hold back? Isn’t this the perfect setup—wine, candlelight, fresh flowers, and a whole weekend for two? It’s a scene straight out of a dream. You stand up from the bed, your bare feet soft against the floor. Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, desire surging within you, irresistible and raw. You walk toward him, feeling both bold and vulnerable, wanting something more.

“Forget the wine” you say, almost offended by the suggestion. Without the heels, you feel smaller in front of him, but the fire inside you pushes that discomfort aside. You place one hand on his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingers.

Sylus looks down at your hand, his gaze flickering to yours with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “I thought you were done with touching” he teases. You don’t answer, your pulse quickening. Damn him, it feels so good. Your fingers trace the opening of his black shirt, and you notice the slight change in his breathing. It’s subtle at first, but you can feel it—the way his chest rises and falls more sharply.

Sylus takes a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes locking with yours. You can tell he's holding back, but just barely. You smile, a little smug, pushing him down onto the sofa. He falls with a loud thud, but before he can settle, you quickly sit on his lap, both legs draped at his sides. Your dress shifts up with the movement, but this time, it doesn’t matter. You want to provoke him more than ever. Your hand returns to his chest, tracing irregular lines with your finger, the soft skin beneath your touch sending a pang of pleasure through your body. You can’t stop yourself from drawing closer, feeling the magnetism between you pull tighter with each passing second. He watches you intently, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You feel alive, every nerve on edge.

Your eyes flicker between his chest, his lips, and his eyes—his smoldering, unreadable eyes. You want to kiss him. The desire to feel his lips on yours is overwhelming, and you can’t fight it any longer.

Without thinking, you place your hand on his neck, your fingers trailing up to his cheek, the warmth of his skin... why did you take so long to get closer to him? At this point, that cute black underwear you wearing is wet, soak even. The heat between your thighs almost unbearable. Does he know what you want to do next? His playful, almost knowing look in his eyes would definitely say yes. You feel his control slipping, and it makes you ache for him even more.

You close the distance, moving your hand at the back of his neck, as you pull him closer. The moment your lips meet, everything else fades away. The warmth of his lips, the intensity of his touch, it's everything you've been feeling building up to this. You melt into the kiss, your body pressing closer to his, a wave of desire crashing over you. His hands move instinctively, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss, and you respond just as fiercely, your heart pounding in your chest. You pull away breathless, your chest rising and falling with each quickened breath in the silence that follows. You look into his eyes, wide with disbelief at what just happened, your mind still trying to catch up with your body. Again, again, again, please.

Sylus moves forward, his lips crashing against yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. You sigh in both pleasure and relief, feeling every inch of the tension melt away as his kiss deepens, as if it’s the only thing that matters in this moment. You feel his hand gently but firmly cup your cheek, his touch sending a shiver through you.

The kiss is fierce and consuming, his urgency matching your own as his other hand slides between your shoulder blades, pulling you against his chest. His body presses into yours, as if he can’t bear to be apart for even a moment. His tongue tangles with yours, a messy, erotic dance that sends shivers down your spine, down to your core. It’s chaotic, passionate, and you can’t help but surrender to it. All you can feel, all you can think about, is him—his warmth, his touch, the raw desire radiating from him, and the storm building between you both. You’re lost in the sensation, in the wildness of the kiss, the taste of him.

Sylus adjusts his position slightly, moving you with him as he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. He needs to be able to focus—focus on you, on your lips, on his throbbing desire in his pants that's driving him crazy. The tightness in his pants is almost unbearable. The soft material of your dress became a frustrating barrier to his touch, his hands hover over you, desperate to feel more.

„S- sylus...“ you manage to say between kisses, your voice filled with need. “Bed...“ His grip tightens around you hips. You can feel his hard dick between your legs since a while. He gives you a slow, deliberate kiss.

"Alright" he murmurs, he lifts you effortlessly into his arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips, your body pressing against him as he moves swiftly toward the bed. The kiss never breaks as he places a knee on the bed, shifting you to the center, and gently lowers you onto the soft sheets. Your body tingles with the need for him, every inch of your skin alive, and the way he hovers just above you makes you feel like you're teetering on the edge of something you've both been craving since the being.

His nose brushing along the curve of you neck, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. Then, the slow, intentional sweep of his tongue follows, sending a wave of electric shivers down your spine. You let out a soft whimper. Sylus hums against your neck.

He moves back, kneeling between your legs, and gently places one hand at the back of your thigh, moving down to lift you leg. His touch is careful, his eyes never leaving yours. Your dress moves up, covering barley your panties. He kiss you inner thigh, and move down to your knee.

Sylus's gaze darkens, and a small, almost smug smile plays at the corners of his mouth. His voice is low, raw with need. He pauses, lips brushing lightly over your knee before pulling back slightly, meeting your eyes again. "You haven't changed your mind, have you? Because... I just can't hold back anymore."

“No, but...”you pause, unsure where the insecurity is coming from. Sylus lifts an eyebrow, sensing the shift.

“Speak, my love” You sit up slightly, reaching for his face, your fingers gently tracing the spot where you had cut him the first time you met. Sylus gasps at your touch, the surprise in his reaction softening your own doubts.

“Am I being too greedy... if I ask you to keep your eyes only on me? He takes your hand, his grip firm yet tender.

“You always had that right.” He presses a soft kiss to your wrist. "Which means... you can be even greedier. Do you want it, kitten?"

“Yes” you smile, the tension easing slightly.

He leans in slowly “Good“ his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss, first teasing with a slow lick before diving deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hungry urgency. You fall back on the bed with him, he assaults your neck, with bites marking your skin as he has always wanted. His breath near your ear is driving you wild.

You gasp against him, your hands gripping his shoulder as you pull him closer. You find yourself not wanting to stop, not wanting to break away. The overwhelming sensation burns like fire. You elevate you hips to met his. Why is he taking so long?

"Looks like we're on the same page when it comes to not waste time." Sylus caress you cheek. You pout, turning your head away to avoid his gaze, but he’s quicker. He tilts your chin back toward him with a gentle but firm touch. "Stay focused, kitten" he murmurs playful.

Before you can respond, he moves his hand to cover your eyes "Don't look" he begins to kiss you again, his breath coming out in sharp gaps. What does he mean? You want to see him—to witness his composure faltering, to know you’re the one making him feel this way.

Sylus seems to savour the moment, his quiet sounds of pleasure against your lips filling the air like a melody only the two of you can hear. To you, it’s music—raw, intoxicating, and divine—a symphony of the gods, stirring a desire so pure and all-consuming it leaves you breathless. The weight of his body presses against yours, his movements slow as he grinds against you. The pressures of his hardness between your legs.

His long fingers trail down your arm, stopping at your wrist before moving to your palm. He laces his fingers with yours, squeezing hard, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. You melt to his touch. A soft whimper escapes your lips, and he chuckles faintly, the sound vibrating against your skin. The heat coursing through your body is dizzying, your thoughts hazy as the fabric of your fucking clothing feels increasingly stifling, an annoying barrier to his touch.

“You're not allowed to stop me until I'm finished.” he whisper, you nod. You starting to get desperate. You pull at his shirt with your other hand. Sylus smirks as he lets you remove his shirt a bit clumsy. The shirt falls finally to the floor in a careless heap, forgotten. His hands move to your thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress. His fingers pressing into your skin as if staking a claim.

Sylus shifts slightly as his lips trail a path down your jaw. His other hands move with purpose, finding the hidden zipper of your dress on your back. You lean into him, your hands getting behind the waistband of his pants. Sylus smirks at your impatience, his fingers pausing briefly. The sound of it lowering fills the quiet space, mingling with the soft hum of your unsteady breaths. The fabric loosens, slipping off your shoulders.

Your hands moving to his belt, fumbling slightly as your nerves spark with adrenaline. He catches your wrist, stilling you for a moment. “You're truthly restless” he says with a teasing smirk, leaning down to kiss you again, as if savouring every second. He moves slightly to help you lift your dress over your head, the soft fabric slipping away easily and pooling on the floor beside his discarded shirt. You’re glad now that you picked out your favourite set—black with little red details you thought he might notice. From the way his eyes linger on you, it’s clear he does.

Your hands slide back to his waist. You glance up at him, and he gives you a small nod, his smirk never fading. Slowly, you undo the button and tug the fabric down over his hips. Sylus moves just enough to help you, kicking them off before settling back against you. Black boxer. Sexy. You bite your lips when your eyes fall on the the bulge you've been wanting to see for so long. Is pressing hard against the fabric, you can see the size and then the wet stain off precum.

Even is Sylus love to see you in you beautiful set, and would love to contemplate you more. His cock is starting to hurt, and your lascivious gaze on his good piece isn't making it any better. He puts his hand on your back again, without realising it your breasts are exposed. The bra...it doesn't matter.

He exhales loudly, he can't remember how many times he's wanted to undress you since he met you. His beloved, his heart, his curse, his everything. Make you his. Bite, lick, kiss, sweating together, feeling your pussy wet around his cock. Hearing his name while coming because of him. His mind races, each thought more urgent than the last. This is it. Finally. You’ve said yes, you’ve chosen him. You love him back, and it's everything he’s ever dreamed of. That thought ignites his desire even more, the last bit of restraint crumbling away in his mind.

His body presses against yours with a new intensity, and he can barely think past the feeling of you beneath him, in his arms.

His tongue licking over your nipple before enclosing his mouth around your breast. You whine softly, his heat radiating off you. One hand come over to your other nipple. His finger brush softly over it before squeezing it. You arch your back and whine again. The feeling of both nipple begin stimulated is making your pussy pulse in anticipation. You want him inside, now, fuck the foreplay. You're wet enough to take him in.

“Sy...” you want to say tell him, but bites down making you gasp, trailing off. You could come in any moment, you started to moan. Finally he lets one nipple free.

“So ready...” he whispers, fingers reaching your panties drenched. Sylus coos, his thumb pressing against your clothed clit to rub firm circles into the throbbing bud. You glare at him. His finger slipping beneath the fabric. Playing around you entrance, then one finger finds your warmth, you gasp loud at the sensation. At this point, your body is burning with need, every nerve begging for him. The motion of his finger, trying to find you sweet spot is driving you inside. You move you hips against his hand, trying to get more contact. He only laugh and lick again over you nipple.

A second finger is added, stretching you, you moan harder. His finger curls inside you and then...

“Sylus” you whimper, he hit you g-spot. A sharp wave of pleasure courses trough you again.

“That's it” he kiss you with hunger, while thrusting his finger inside you. You hold on his shoulder, opening wider you legs to give him more access. You don´t want to come, no yet, but if he continues like this. Sylus feels you tightness around his finger. Like he said, you not allowed to stop him. You moan and whine against his lips.

“I'm close...“ your words are a pleading gasp, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge. He smirks, his pace unwavering.

“Don't hold back“ he growls, low and commanding. You feel the pressure building inside you, the tension prolong. His kisses paired with the feeling of his other hand on your hard nipple with the frenetic rhythm of the finger is way to much.

“Sy..” you voice breaks as the tension snaps and you come uncontrollably. You body shaking in waves of pleasure. Sylus's finger still inside dragging out the last bit of release. When your breathing begins to steady, he withdraws them. His face is buried in you neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“I want to hear more of that.” Before you can even think of a reply, Sylus removes you panties and then his boxers. You gasp when you see his cock standing hard, long and thick. You bite your lips, you want to have it... Sylus stroke his cock his eyes not leaving yours. “Is time for the main course.”

He positions himself between your legs again, running his fingers over your entrance again before placing his cock. You moan as he thrusts his cock between your folds, slowly. He is so big. Your eyes flutter close, taking all the sensation in. Is overwhelming. Sylus gasp too when his cock is half way inside.

„Breath for me“ Sylus whispers, his breathing is growing heavier by the second, forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting his cock into you too hard. You try to relax your walls, you breathe out.

"Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good. His thumb stroke your cheek, and place a soft kiss on your lips. He started to move, softly to adjust in the new sensations, of being inside of you. For the first time in lifetimes. Sylus breath is uneven, hips rocking into you. Nails clawing down his back as you try to steady yourself, his face against your neck, growling, no, moaning lowly. Harder.

“Sy..Sylus” you moan. “More...”

“As you wish." He shifts and his cock hits you deeper, setting fireworks on in your brain while you moan so loud, that you swear the other in the dinning room could have hear you.

“Right... there.” Sylus smiles, capturing your lips once more in a hungry, passionate and deep kiss. Your tongues play, licking each other. The desire you feel is far beyond what you've ever felt with anyone. You feel like you could devour him, a violent thought that might even make you want to shoot him again. Tear out his heart of his chest. You discard the violent idea of hurting him.

You hug him closer with you legs, his cock slamming in a delicious rhythm. The lascivious sound that emanates through the silence of the room, the rustle of the sheet under your skin, the slight creaking of the bed as Sylus thrust his cock inside you, a symphony that you wish would not stop.

Each movement, each shift of his body against yours, sends a wave of heat through him, making it harder to stay composed. His muscles tighten with every gasp and every whimper that comes from you. Your fingers pulling at his silver hair, it's like adding fuel to the fire. And when you react, when you respond to him, it sends a surge of satisfaction and longing that almost overwhelms him. Sylus knows he’s on the edge, his cock twitch inside you, becoming even harder.

“Sy- Sylus,” you moan, pulling his head up to kiss him. He returns the kiss just as hungrily as you are. “Gonna cum...ah, pl..please”

“Come- come for me” he says brokenly. He pushing his thumb into your mouth. You suck obediently, eyes closed to feel the comfort of his skin, losing yourself in it. Sylus groans. You squeeze him. You feel the orgasm bubbling inside you, the tension before the sweet fall. You want to hold on to it. “Come with me...” You open your eyes. What did he said? You meet his glowing red eyes. He pick up the pace, intensity growing inside him. Hammering into you g-spot at every thrust. You hold onto him and the sheets even tighter. A little more, just a little more.

“Can I...?” he started, driving into you more and more, near to explode in any second.

“Yes... please...” you nod eagerly. “I...” As if you had uncorked a shaken bottle of champagne, the orgasm reaches you in a bliss. Your body shakes and trembles. A few seconds later, Sylus follows you with a long growl, pressing his lips against yours, sharing that sweetly overwhelming moment. His hot cum spreads inside you, Sylus doesn't stop, he continues to move inside of you slowly. His lips pull away and he leans his forehead against yours,

When you open your eyes, the adoration in your stare was so palpable. He intertwining his fingers with yours, guiding your hand towards him, leaving a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

You two stay silent, breathing still ragged and coming out in bursts. For some reason, you still feel heat, desire in your body. It hasn't been enough. You want more. As if he could read your mind, Sylus smiled.

“We can do this as long as you like, kitten,” he says, his voice a gentle, warm promise. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he kisses your cheek. You smile at his words.

The night stretches on, the two of you lost in each other, pausing only briefly to share sips of the forgotten wine on the table. One by one, the candles burn out and with that a new day begins.

Your mind drifts, basking in the warmth of the memories from the passionate night. For a moment, you forget that you never told him how you truly feel—but that’s alright. There’s time, you remind yourself with a small, hopeful smile. This is just the beginning, and you know deep down that there are countless moments ahead to share your heart with him.

Exhausted but content, you fall into a peaceful sleep in Sylus’s arms. He stays awake a little longer, watching you with a soft, almost reverent gaze, his heart full. Only when the first light of morning filters into the room does he finally close his eyes, holding you close as sleep overtakes him.

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Show me II (Sylus x MC)

Summary: After playing blackjack, you find yourself trapped under his control, overwhelmed by intense desire as you finally lay beneath this massive man.

Character: MC x Sylus

Genre: explicit sexual content, provocative, soft

Word count: 3409 | Reading Time: 14 min | AO3

WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, rough, vaginal, cum.

<< Previous - Show me I

A/N: Is shorter then expected but I wanted to close this, to focus on the Valentine's Story.

You are a mess, an absolute mess on the bed. Sylus is still holding you in place. His cock pressing against your back. Sitting between his legs, his hand hasn’t stopped caressing your skin. The fluid of your sweet pussy is making a wet stain on his sheets. You want more, the heat, the desire in your body is overwhelming. Sylus kisses leave a trail of fire from your neck, shoulder and back. The finger he used wandered to his lips, savoring you. He closed his eyes for a moment, his cock twitching. 

„I want you…“ he whispers into your ear. „Let me…“ he licks your ear. You gasp. Sylus moves and flips you, making you lay down, his big body hovering over you. He cups your face forcing you to look him straight in the eyes „…have all of you.“ 

How can you even say no to him? You lost the bet, even so, you already come so hard on his hand. The desire to feel him completely, to kiss him until you're breathless, consumes you quickly. Your mind is working too fast. Your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes. Analyzing his expression to see if what's happening is just your imagination. That painful but sweet feeling in your chest, is the passion that awakens his smell, his voice, the touch of his skin against yours. You sigh again. 

Sylus smiles as your eyes narrow. Your red flushed cheeks and the sound of your moans still ringing in his ears, has him on the verge of losing all control. Even though you let him touch you with his fingers sinking into your wetness, he needs your consent once again. The last thing he wants is to cross a line and make you resent him. Forcing the situation that way so quickly is not to his liking, therefore, hearing you moan in your room suited him perfectly. 

So he suggested this small bet, something Sylus never expected to actually win. With his usual bad luck, he had calculated that there was only a 20% chance of victory. It was early in the morning, and he figured you’d be tired, leaving him a sliver of an opening. If he teased you enough, maybe, just maybe, he could bump the odds to 30%. A low number, but enough to tempt him. Losing the bet wouldn't have been so bad either, he’d do anything for you. Even wear a stupid costume, if it meant seeing you smile. After all, your happiness meant more to him than anything else.

He loves watching you when you're unaware of his gaze, because that’s when he sees your genuine expressions—the ones you don't share with him, the ones where you're unguarded and real. He watches you breathe, he watches your eyes soften or narrow, he watches the way you try to hide your vulnerability, and it all drives him mad in the best way. You are an enigma, always have been since the moment he met you. Fierce, greedy, and bold. You weren’t afraid of him then, even when he was a monster in everyone else’s eyes, and once again, you blessed him with your smile. Losing you would be something he couldn’t bear.

So, he looked at you persistently, keeping you pinned beneath him, his gaze soft yet searching, desperate to know if this was real. His eyes flickered to your hand as it moved to his bare chest, the subtle warmth of your touch sending a shockwave through him. There, at the center of him, where his heart beats only for you.

"And… What would you do if I said no?“ you say playful for some reason.

For a fraction of a second, you see something flicker across his face—Pain? Fear? You’re not sure, but it sends a pang of guilt through your chest. You already regret it. Fuck. You swallow hard, your heart hammering in your chest. Why did you ask that question? You didn't mean to make him feel like this. For a moment, you're unsure of what to say, but the guilt from the flicker of emotion you saw in his eyes is too much to ignore.

"Is that what you want?" His voice is soft, but there’s an edge of vulnerability as he tilts your head gently to meet his gaze. Insecurity flickers in his eyes, and it makes you feel worse. "Should I stop?"  You don’t want him to stop, not now, not when every part of you is screaming for him so fiercely. His other hand moves from your thigh to your hip, but instead of sliding under your shirt, he pulls the fabric down to cover a bit of your naked lower body.

"No!" You blurt out the words, your voice tinged with panic and the raw need to reassure him that you’re not backing away.

"Then?" His voice is steady again, but there's a flicker of something that you can't quite place—expectation, maybe? Or a quiet hope. He raises an eyebrow, his tone steady but probing. "Be honest, like you were before" he adds, and the weight of it makes your breath catch in your throat.

You don’t hesitate this time. Your hands slide up, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, erasing the space between you. His breath hitches as your lips graze his. Then, you drag your tongue across his lower lip before biting down, earning a low growl from him. You deepen the kiss, and he meets you with equal fervor—his tongue curling around yours, coaxing, tasting, claiming. Heat pools between you as he takes control, pressing you firmly against him. A sigh escapes your lips, melting into him, lost in the way he devours you. When you finally withdraw, your breathing is unsteady.

"That's my answer" Sylus’s expression softens, relief washing over his features as a faint smile tugs at his lips. He cups your face gently once more, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if reassuring himself that this moment is real.

"Good" he murmurs, meeting you in another deep, fervent kiss—one that feels as if every second apart had been a battle to endure. Sylus pulls away for just a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, his chest rising and falling with the same breathless anticipation. His voice is ragged, low, as he speaks between kisses—each one pressing against your face, your neck, your shoulder. "Because stopping is the last thing I want to do."

His hands trail over the remains of the shirt you're still wearing, his fingers brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly. The fabric falls away, leaving you exposed beneath him. 

The moment he sees you fully exposed, he can't hold back anymore, your pink cheeks and eyes full of desire… He takes a breath, the little control he had left disappears as he exhale. He doesn't want to rush it but he's waited too long for this moment, he wants to savor it until the last breath, until you beg him to stop. At most he'll let you go drink water or sleep for a few hours, but then… just worship you again and again. You'll most likely have to call in sick for a few days, Sylus’s perfect plan would be to spend the next three days in his bed with you.

One quick swift it takes, and he has removed the rest of his clothes. His massive dick, hard, dripping in pre cum greets you. Your mouth is watering, not to mention how your pussy has become more wet than you ever have experience in your sexual life. You want to climb on that huge dick, ride him hard or lick and suck it until his cum fills up your mouth. Oh, you just want to have him in every single hole. Your imagination runs wild in all the options you have now open. 

“I like the look in your eyes…” Sylus smirks, pumping his cock. “Don’t bite your lip.” He gently pulls the flesh from between your teeth with his hand, and you hadn't even realized you were doing it until now. You sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows, your mind racing with thoughts you can barely process. Your hand slides over his toned abs, the feeling of his skin beneath your fingers sending a rush of heat through you. Slowly, your fingers trail lower, finding their way into the soft, light blond hair at the base of his cock, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

You’ve made up your mind. Without hesitation, you push Sylus, flipping him effortlessly. The few tricks you've learned from your training sessions with him make it easy to catch him off guard, especially now. Sitting atop him, his dick between your legs so warm and hard, you started rolling your hips over it. You hear his gasps, his breath coming in heavy, uneven bursts. He can't help but smile—his kitten has such a bold attitude, trying to control him. It's only turning him on even more.

“Kitten…” you throw back your head, your fluid is covering his dick, the pressure on your clit is amazing. The „dry“ fuck is delicious, you could continue like this until the climax reach you fully. Sylus steady you on his hips. He cups one of your boobs, playing with your nipple. You start to moan. You place your hand over his, squeezing it, you need more, you want more pressure. Harder…

„As much as I like to see you enjoying it...“ Sylus murmurs, his voice husky. Without warning, he lifts you off him, his strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. You pout, a small protest leaving your lips, but he only smirks. „I need to feel you. Now.“ His mouth crashes onto yours, stealing your breath as he shifts positions once more, guiding you beneath him. He looks for your entrance with one hand, it takes seconds until you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you. You wide your legs, give full access like you did before, slowly he sinks into you, stretching you, filling you inch by inch. A shuddered breath escapes you, your eyes fluttering shut as a whimper leaves your lips. Sylus kisses your shoulder pausing for just a moment, savoring the way you cling to him, before bottling up.

“Why... are you so big?" you protest, your voice breathless. Sylus chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, but he doesn't answer. Instead, he moves carefully, attentively, giving you time to adjust. It takes a few moments until the discomfort disappears, leaving only the pleasure and longing for more. Full of him, your quiet sighs shift into louder moans. Encouraging him to pick up the pace, his movements deeping inside you as he searches for that spot—the one that makes you tremble, the one that has you scream his name like a prayer.

The body temperature of your massive lover is rising, his short hair damp from the effort. In the faint light, his skin glistens—a mixture of sweat and heat that clings to him, just as it does to you. A drop slides down your forehead, mirroring the racing pulse between you. The room is full of sounds of pleasure, longing, with the unspoken need that weaves through every breath you share. 

Your head spins, every part of you consumed by the sensation of him. This is a thousand times more intoxicating than anything you’ve felt before. All your senses are flooded with him, but it still isn’t enough—there's a deep, aching need to be even closer, to be inside of him in a way you’ve never experienced before.

The weight of his body, the way he holds you—it's overwhelming, comforting, yet incredibly intense. You should have acknowledged these feelings sooner. You should’ve kissed him sooner, seized the countless moments that slipped by without you acting on them.

His name falls from your lips in a breathless whisper, a surrender that deepens the connection between you both. It’s more than just words—it’s everything you’ve been holding back, everything you’ve been longing for. If you were to die in this moment, tangled in him, it would be the happiest night of your life.

“S-Sylus…” there it is, the tension of your orgasms reaching you. “More… harder.” Every inch of his body tightens in response, your heart racing as you near the peak.

“Don’t run…” his voice is deep and low, almost broken, as he speaks. The intensity in his eyes is undeniable while he is ramming his cock inside you. You place your hand over your eyes, wanting to heighten the sensation of your other senses, blocking out the world and focusing entirely on the feeling of him.

In the quiet tension of the moment, the sounds become amplified—the subtle rustling of fabric as you move in sync. The soft hitch of your breath, the rhythmic pounding of your heart that seems to sync with his. The quietest of sighs escaping his lips as his breath brushes against your skin. The sound of his heartbeat, steady and strong, mixes with the delicate, soft noises you both make in this intimate space, creating a symphony of yearning and connection. 

“Look at me” he murmurs, his trust becoming faster. “Don't hide your beautiful face” He leans in, his finger brushing over your wrist and gently guiding your hand over your head. Then he traps your lips again. Moaning between kisses, interlacing your fingers, you hold on the sheets with your other hand. He enjoy the way you react to him, the way your body is shaking beneath him. Your wonderful boobs are stiff with erect nipples, sensible to his tongue and teeth as he bit down.

“Show me again…” gives you a hard paused thrust, you whine loudly. He smirks. “...that cute expression…” another  thrust, your vision starts to blur, tears building up because of the effort. 

“Sylus…” you beg. Even if he is beginning to be rough, you love it. You ask for it, you crave for it. Back in your room, with your toy you were doing the same. Fucking you hard into the oblivion. 

 “...you had before.” The third thrust brings you so close to the climax. “Come for me” You nod multiple times. Now hard and fast, Sylus loses himself in you. The horniest moan you could ever imagine slips from his lips accompanied by light blush on his cheek. 

He doesn't care if he breaks the bed, makes a mess on the sheets. He would just buy a new pair of everything, just to do the same again: ruining you. The simple thought of it drives him crazy. Every second he spends with you, in this vulnerable, heated space between desire and need, feels like it’s not enough. He craves more—more of you, more of this, to the point where he can’t imagine ever wanting anything else.

“I…” You are not in the condition to even articulate a coherent sentence. Your eyes roll back, opening your mouth to take uneven breath. “...anymore.” you feel your high approaching. Your whole body tingles as you arch your back, trying to keep up with his relentless pace. But Sylus holds you firmly in place, his grip unyielding. The hand you had free is now caught too, pinned above your head with ease. Every movement becomes more fervent, more urgent, as though he’s trying to imprint himself on you. 

His eyes glow in the dim light—deep red, sharp and hungry, like a predator savoring his prey. And yet, even in this bestial intensity, there’s an undeniable beauty. Power and grace, control and chaos, all wrapped into the man above you. He is a force of nature, overwhelming and inescapable, and you surrender to the storm willingly. 

“Kitten…” he groaned, there’s no need for more words—you know he’s close, and you want to fall with him. You try to hold on a little longer, but the moment he bites your neck, your body gives in. The bottled-up feeling of your climax bursts free, spilling from your throat as you scream his name. Waves of pleasure shake your body, leaving you trembling beneath him, completely lost in the sensation. He still fucks you in your overstimulation and few thrusts later, a deep, animalistic groan rumbles through his chest as he finally lets go, filling you completely. His grip on you tightens for a moment before he slowly relaxes, his weight settling over you like a comforting warmth.

Soft kisses follow—along the tender spot he bit, across your flushed cheeks, your temple. Your eyelids grow heavy, exhaustion creeping in, knowing full well your body will ache in the morning.

"Why did you close your eyes? Are you finally going to sleep?" His voice is low and teasing as he buries his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling the lingering scent of sweat—something that comforts him in a way he never expected. He could stay like this forever, but he knows he’s too heavy and it may be uncomfortable for you. 

Sylus shifts, his arms wrapping securely around you as he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. You barely have time to react before you find yourself lying on his chest, his warmth enveloping you. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, a grounding rhythm that lulls you further into exhaustion.

His fingers trail lazily down your spine, a soothing contrast to the storm of passion that had just consumed you both. He exhales deeply, his chest rising and falling beneath you. "Much better," he murmurs with satisfaction. "Now I can hold you properly."

You can’t help but smile as you close your eyes, humming softly in response, too tired to form words.

"You're not allowed to move" he adds, his arms tightening slightly around you as if he expects you to slip away. You let out a soft, tired laugh, your breath warm against his skin. 

"Wasn’t planning on it" you say quietly. Sylus hums in approval, his grip on you firm but comforting. His hand moves in slow, lazy strokes down your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over your skin. You shiver at the sensation, but not from the cold—there's none of that, not with him radiating so much warmth.

A deep sigh escapes him, and for a moment, he just holds you, as if grounding himself in your presence. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he finally says, his voice softer now, more vulnerable. "To have you here. Like this.”

Your eyes flutter open slightly, taking in the sight of him in the dim light—the sharp edges of his face softened with exhaustion. Is the first time you see him like this. That expression… fill your heart with love and tenderness. You lift your hand, tracing your fingers along his jaw. 

“So you used our bet to make this happen?” you tease lightly. 

Sylus chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest beneath you. “What would you have done, if you would have won?”

You pretend to think for a second before smirking. “Make you wear a panda costume.”

His hand stills on your back, and then, unexpectedly, he shifts, rolling you both slightly so that he’s leaning over you again, his face inches from yours. His eyes, dark and unreadable, search yours for a long moment before he speaks.“Oh, is that so? With the look you had, I thought you were going to eat me in the music studio.”

“Maybe I would have” you say softly, brushing his lips.

"Then I’ll make sure I lose next time" he murmurs before finally capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss—one that speaks of everything he doesn’t say aloud.

You melt into it, feeling the last remnants of exhaustion pull you under. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath warm and steady.

"Sleep" he whispers.

And for once, in his arms, you do. The steady rhythm of his breathing is like a lullaby, pulling you deeper into rest. His arms are like a fortress around you, keeping the night at bay, allowing you to drift into the most peaceful sleep you've had in a long time. No worries. No fears. Just the warmth of his body and the quiet pulse of his heart.

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[zop8zop]

She.

• 1500 words

• angst, hurt/comfort, emotional, Introspection, drama, character study.

In the N109 Zone, the atmosphere was always tense and oppressive. Every inch of it emanated cold, gunpowder, and death. It was no place for the faint-hearted. No one local here could possibly be startled by gunfire, explosions, or a corpse found somewhere in the bushes. That was the rhythm, the flow of life here, and if you decided to bind yourself to this place, you accepted that flow. Sylus knew the rules of survival here better than anyone else. He never forgot that this land did not forgive mistakes, did not tolerate weakness. You either respected its ominous, watchful darkness, or it consumed you. Completely.

Twenty-eight years in this form, and perhaps God knows how many lifetimes in another, Sylus had come to know no weakness, tolerated no compromises. Not until that one moment. Not until that single misstep that cost him everything he stood for.

Her.

At first, she had seemed strange, incomprehensible, different. Nothing like anyone he had grown accustomed to encountering. She didn’t care about his horns, his tail, his claws, or the draconic essence that defined him. She was simply... nearby —with her blazing eyes, fiery soul, and burning heart. Free, strong-willed, loud, alive. He wanted to listen to her, touch her, breathe her in, taste her. Like some exotic fruit: seemingly unfamiliar, yet sweet enough to make his whole body tremble and his jaw ache. The kind of sweetness where just one bite makes you realize that, though you hail from opposite ends of the earth, perhaps you were always meant to be together. Meant to be, but forbidden. You cannot oppose prophecy, no matter how much wealth you’re willing to trade away.

And he knew that. He felt it, knew that sooner or later there would be a price to pay for disrupting the balance. Two forces destined to destroy each other could never coexist… And still, he risked it. Made a compromise, allowed himself to be vulnerable for the first time in centuries. Did he regret it? Was paying with his life worth the chance to be loved by someone, to learn what it is to love in return? To experience the purest, most beautiful of all feelings, to find meaning. His own meaning. To feel his chest tighten with nothing more than her glance, his lungs seize, his heart ache as she sang him a simple tune, weaving tender red blossoms—scarlet as blood—into the cold, sharp edges of his armor. Was it worth learning to breathe with the clarity and deliberateness of someone for whom each breath carried weight and value?

He knew the answer—it was. It was worth every drop of blood, every second of agony, and the searing pain of seeing her once bright eyes dimmed by tears of despair. It was worth her curse, her promise that they would be bound together forever. He believed it fair because his own soul would never have awakened if it weren’t for her.

Centuries passed in the silence of oblivion. Until one day, he found her again. Just as loud, stubborn, and painfully fascinating as before. Perhaps a bit different this time—but just as deeply loved. Only now, she didn’t remember him, and the part of her that remained hidden within her was still filled with anger.

“She cant resonate with you.”

“Get to the point.”

“On a subconscious level she’s either rejecting you, scared of you or… disgusted by you…”

She... hates me?

The realization struck him with the force of an electric shock.

Ha...

His breath shuddered in as he tensed his brow. Every movement sent ripples of pain echoing through his heart, still beating hollowly within his ribs. Every second since their separation, he had thought only of one thing—to find her, to show her he was there, to never let her go again, protect her, love her. For as long as the universe existed. For as long as his consciousness survived. And even longer still, when not a shred of life remained in him.

And now, hours later, the once-cold and calculating leader of Onychinus sat in the ruins of an overturned house, surrounded by his twin aides and a bottle of expensive brandy. His crimson eyes focused intensely on a shattered antique vase worth tens of thousands of dollars. One leg was broken off the collectible coffee table; its glass top had cracked. Shards from the first bottle of alcohol lay scattered near a wall, where the remnants of the drink were slowly soaking into the silk wallpaper.

“Boss?...”, Kieran spoke hesitantly, breaking the ten minutes of silence since discovering Sylus amidst the wreckage of broken furniture and decor. “Do you need any help?”

The Boss did not hear him. The only thing coursing through his veins, filling his entire being, was pain. He wanted to scream, claw at walls, take a reckless plunge off the cliffs in the Valley of Flowers near Taurus with no safety net. He wanted to storm into her apartment—which Mephisto had already tracked down—grab her by the shoulders, pull her close, and shout, “It’s me! Me! Your dragon!” Then, he wanted to take her back to his mansion, shut the doors, and never let her leave again.

But he would never do that. Because he loved her too much. Respected her too much.

Something in his chest ached deeper than when her delicate hands had plunged a blade into it.

She didn’t remember him. She didn’t love him. She didn’t want him.

Sylus tilted his head back, draining the final slug of brandy straight from the bottle, and sent the second empty vessel hurtling after the first. Then, folding forward, resting his elbows on his knees, he buried his face in his hands. A hoarse, guttural noise escaped him, his searing-hot tears tracing the paths of his veins down his wrists. His broad back trembled; his body was wracked by an almost imperceptible shudder. Her face surfaced in his mind, twisted by fear and revulsion. The visions drove a wretched groan from deep in his throat.

“She doesn’t remember me,” Sylus rasped.

“Who is ‘she,’ Boss?” One of the twins timidly asked.

A bitter smile forced itself onto Sylus’s face as he shook his head. His chest heaved with a desperate, quiet laugh. Who was ‘she’ indeed? The woman who had changed his life? The reason for his sleepless nights, wandering, and relentless searching? The love he couldn’t define himself without? The one who gave him a name and taught him to live like a human? She was everything. Everything and nothing all at once. Because anyone who ever heard this story would think the fearsome leader of Onychinus had lost his mind. He had no one to tell her story to. She was his legend, his myth. A secret he was bound to keep until the end of his eternity.

Another agonized sob tore through the air, startling the twins, who glanced nervously at each other before leaning closer to their mentor.

“I love her so much… I… fuck…” His broad shoulders shook under the weight of his anguish. “I’ve searched for her for so long… All of what I’ve done during this life was for her…” His voice cracked. “But she doesn’t remember me… She doesn’t remember ‘us.’”

“Boss, please, try to calm down,” Luke ventured delicately. He turned to his brother for support. “Do you want us to find ‘her’ for you?”

“Leave me. Both of you,” Sylus said quietly, his tone laced with finality.

The twins exchanged uneasy glances before retreating up the stairs.

“We’ll be close by if you need us,” Kieran offered before disappearing beyond the landing.

Inside Sylus’s chest, it felt as though a fire had been lit. His insides seemed doused in gasoline and ignited without mercy. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. This moment felt as though he were dying for the second time, only a thousand times worse. He almost wished starving dogs on the edges of the N109 Zone would tear him apart, just to avoid feeling what he was feeling now. But when the dark thought crossed his mind, he managed an empty smirk. His beloved woman made sure even that kind of death would bring him no peace—after all, he was immortal.

Leaning back against the torn-up sofa, Sylus gazed at the vast expanse of night visible through the panoramic ceiling. Billions of stars and galaxies shimmered hypnotically in the darkness. A kaleidoscope of colors and forms spread out above, drawing him in. Suddenly, a bright orb with a long, thin tail streaked across the heavens, burning away as quickly as it had appeared.

Sylus shut his eyes, letting one last tear trace his cheek. A foolish thought crossed his mind, unbidden, like a whisper from another time. His battered heart skipped a beat as if voicing its single, desperate wish. And his dry lips murmured,

“Please…”

Somewhere beneath the shattered coffee table, his phone buzzed, vibrating across the debris-scattered floor.

A notification flashed: <New Message from: Kitten>.

/hi guys! this is my first fanfiction on this platform and I am not a native English speaker. my original text was translated using the AI, and edited a bit, so please do not judge me too harshly 💋🙏🏻

I hope you like it!/