Chapter Text
The list of concessions had been extensive:
No candles
No alcohol
Make sure you eat and are properly hydrated
Pack comfortable clothes
Use the safe word
Listen to Sylus
That last one in particular was typed out in bold letters. You look back at the message before discarding your phone. Were you planning a weekend getaway or a heist?
Honestly, with Sylus, the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
The safehouse was to be emptied as per Sylus’ request. No Luke, no Kieran. Mephisto optional. The only exception was a medic; keeping her on stand by in a nearby cabin in case things went sideways. His condition, not yours.
He was taking care of some last minute business.
You finish unpacking in the bedroom.
The idea came about after you’d helped him get through a particularly nasty bout against his Aether core. The darned thing had made him completely ill. No amount of trial and error seemed to move the needle. It wasn’t until you resonated with him - much to his concern - that his condition started to improve.
You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since.
The intense feeling of hunger and desire fueled by just a fraction of his erratic core. Allegedly, you’d completely lost it. Scratched him, bit him, got him good. It scared you, you’ll admit, but the lingering sensation made you crave for another taste. You wanted to try it again. Learn to control it.
For science, of course
He refused - also of course - scared himself that he would lose you to the unpredictable protocore.
But you kept insisting, coming up with every excuse as to why, only to get shut down time and time again. Until, that is, you found the right experiment.
“What if it’s good for sex?”
Sylus had been reluctant, but he was also intrigued. That’s all you needed. Like a child at a pet store you promised him the world in exchange. You’d do anything he wanted, listen to everything he said, not take one of his guns without permission again, let you drag him to any opera of his choosing, do his laundry for a week, get straight A’s for a whole semester.
The moment you got him to laugh, you knew you’d had him.
The days that followed were accompanied by meticulous planning mostly on his part. Even though his Aether Core wouldn’t be acting up - ideally - he wanted to make sure you’d be safe to resonate with it. So the list came to be, as did every other concession that accompanied it.
You couldn’t care less.
You’re both here.
You feel like a kid at an amusement park. About to take the absolute ride of your life. You’re beyond excited, practically skipping into the bathroom to freshen up.
As you wrap his robe around your figure, you notice your toes are wiggling. “Is this what being on drugs is like?”
“What?” You hear Sylus call out from the other side of the bathroom door.
You poke your head out and see him standing by the dresser, removing his watch. His look is disapproving
“Kidding.”
“We have rules, kitten.”
“Don’t I know it.” you roll your eyes and bounce out of the bathroom towards him, not bothering to tie the robe closed in the least.
Sylus’ eyes soften. There’s a low rumble in the back of his throat catching a peek of black lace underneath the oversized silk. “You’re going to be the death of me.” he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead. You simply grin in response, barely able to contain your excitement.
“Are we ready?”
His brow arches over the rim of his glasses, “Eager are we?”
He sees you practically vibrating and lets out a hearty laugh, “Give me a minute.”
You chime obediently and make your way on to the king sized bed, scooting all the way back against the head board to watch him ‘ready himself’.
You glance back and forth between Sylus and the floor to ceiling window. Snow is beginning to fall. You wonder if the glass is cold.. Could you use that during your evol trip? You look back at Sylus, taking off his shoes and socks, then up at the ceiling. Your impatient mind begins to wander.
“Should we get a ceiling mirror?”
You hear him chuckle and shoot him a cheshire grin, catching him mid head shake about to take his rings off. You gasp, “Keep those on?!”
He smirks back at you
“Please?”
He sighs in surrender and finally, finally, saunters over to you.
Sylus sits at the edge of the bed, lounging comfortably on one hand. His limbs are lengthy enough to reach the loose tie dangling around your waist. You can see the gears turning in his head. As he fiddles with the angled stitching of the fabric, rubbing it between his fingers, he considers you. You let him take his time, remembering how much coaxing it took to get him to agree to this.
You’ve never known Sylus to be uncomfortable in any situation. That last time his Aether core acted up had been the first.
So you’d give him all the time in the world to make sure he was comfortable. And if he decided to back out, you’d stand down. You’d make a fuss, pout and probably do something petty, but you would honor him. He’d do the same for you.
A few moments later, he hums, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes!”
“Absolutely sure?”
“YES!
“What’s the safe word?”
“Sylus!”
“Kitten…” he chastises you, meeting your eagerness with a stern look.
His scolding makes you sit up straight. You swallow a lump in your throat weighing the severity of the situation as he no doubt wants you to. You nod your head. Sylus urges you to comply with one single look.
“Oregano.”
“Oregano.” he moves his hand to gently caress your cheek. You lean into his warmth. Sylus smiles, the way only you would ever witness to, then pulls his hand away.
Sylus holds up his hand for you, “Ready?”
You smile, almost shy, and reach out for his hand, interlacing your fingers in his, “Ready.” You concentrate and close your eyes. Like opening a faucet you call on your evol and resonate with Sylus’
The visual is hard to explain. An empty void of darkness unravels into a tunnel. Ribbons of golden light twist and turn towards the unknown, like a signal searching for reception. Your body feels weightless, out of body. Gravity leaves you as you search for grounding force to connect to. Every evol you’ve encountered exerts a different kind of force, and Sylus’ is by far the strongest, slamming you into concrete in an ambush. You grit your teeth, wrangling plumes of red smoke in your golden lasso. You squeeze his fingers sending electric currents throughout your entire body. Every atom in your being vibrates, threatening to disintegrate you at any moment.
“Focus, kitten,” You hear him amongst the whispers of your battling cores, “Mold it.”
And you do. It takes an incredible amount of effort, but you bend his protocore to you will. Visualizing your own aether core into a strainer. You press the raw energy of his evol through the crevices and the outcome is intoxicating. Pure unfiltered heat. It’s pulsating, thick and heavy like honey. It’s sweet. It’s addictive.
‘More’ you hear a voice call. A mix between your own and Sylus’ aether core, ‘I need more... Take… more… Take take take!’
A bell rings
You let the aphrodisiac take you.
Outside of your connection, Sylus watches you carefully. It’s not that he’s not at the very least curious about the experiment. Heck, if it actually works, he’s in for quite the experience. That alone is enough to get excited about. It’s the small chance that he’ll overtake you, that gnaws at the corners of his confidence, makes him try to subconsciously suppress his evol.
When your eyes open again, Sylus breathes a sigh of relief. There’s something swirling in your eyes. Something familiar. A red glow, a reflection of his own desire.
“How are you feeling, kitten?” his words fall silent. The longer he stares into your eyes, the more he feels himself fighting something.
‘Ah..’
‘So this is what my evol, is capable of.’
Before he can finish so much as formulating the thought, you pull him firmly by your joined hands. He comes crashing down onto you. You catch him by the mouth, hungrily clashing your lips in a fevered kiss. Sylus only has time to cage his arms around your head, careful not to let him full weight crush you beneath him, but also being mindful of your twisted fingers between his.
You kiss him like you never have before, like you always wanted to. Inhibited, claiming, unapologetically. You bite and you lick, you pry and suck on his tongues claiming him as yours. You’re fueled by the relentless pouring of energy from his protocore. Desire. Need. Greed.
There’s so much energy in your very bones that you feel restless. You can’t stay on your back, like defenseless prey. You need to predate, you need to claim, you need to dominate him.
You flip him over with a strength Sylus knew you were capable of, but had never seen. Clearly reserved for wanderers much much larger than him. You overwhelm him, not giving him a chance to exhale so much as a gasp before your lips are on him again. Your freed hand roams the planes of his chest over his sweater. Your teeth catch the sharp angles of his jaw, biting down before lapping at the reddened bruise. You hear him wince, you hear him groan.
‘More’
It’s not enough to have him, you want him to want to have you. You crave a fight, you crave for dominance.
You lift yourself off his chest, looking down at him in a frenzy of labored breaths and gasps. The robe opens fully, and you arch your back in a way to expose you more. “Look at me, Sylus” you beg. Your tone is wanton, whoreish as you move your hips over his, “Watch me.”
Sylus can’t look away. As if there was anything else in the room besides the two of you. He drinks you in. Your smaller frame swimming in a rippling tide of black silk, black lace tantalizingly framing your soft skin, every curve, every swell of your body just aching to be claimed. He wanted nothing more than to rip you out of those clothes.
“So do it,” he hears you. There are no secrets in your aether connection. Your desires are his, his are yours; you’re stuck in a vicious loop, feeding each other to see who can want more.
His first step is to rid himself of his own stuffy attire. Sitting up, he begins to make quick work of his sweater. You’re instantly on him, dodging his flailing limbs as he discards the garment, clawing at his back, biting on his shoulder. You lift your hips, feeling him wrestle against his leather belt. You don’t make it easy. You tease him, bumping your pelvis against his trembling hands, catching his mumbled curses between your lips, grinding down on his as he tries to free the blasted strip.
And when he finally does, he gives you a swift spank with the folded up belt. You yelp in sheer delight, pushing your hips back, “Again”
“You’re incorrigible," he growls. Instead of his belt, it’s his hand that makes contact with clothed cheeks. The sting makes your gasp, you bounce on him urging him on. He swipes at the silk fabric of the robe, finally exposing your ass to the cold air in the room. When he finally spanks you again, it’s skin to skin.
You meet his every strike with unrestrained delight. The robe falls off your shoulders as you bounce on his lap, revealing your beasts nestled in the racy little bodice.
Sylus lets out a primitive growl, “Come here,” he pulls you higher on his body. His hands squeeze the orbs of our romp, while his tongue finds the swell on your chest. Dipping in the valley between them, lathing them thoroughly.
You taste divine. Sylus can’t help but take a bite. He mouths over your covered nipples, suckling on the fabric until the buds peek through.
Your hands find the back of his head, burying themselves in the soft silver locks, pulling him towards you as you mewl for more.
“That’s it. Yes! Like that! Please, Sylus.” your cries accompany the sway of your hips, still rocking back and forth against the palms of his hands. You need more, you need it mercilessly.
“Finger me Sylus,” you beg him sweetly, “Milk me with your fingers.”
Without a second thought, without so much as unburying his face from between your boobs, Sylus moves your panties aside and presses a finger into your waiting cunt. You feel his groan reverberate deep in your chest, “Christ, sweetie. You’re so soft and wet. You’re absolutely soaked”
“Keep going..” she urges you, peeling herself from your chest just enough to discard the robe and unhook the bodice before tossing it aside as well, “Keep going!” Your moans are filthy against the top of his head, bringing yourself back down against him higher on his chest, pressing your bare nipple between his lips. He takes it between his teeth, sucking on hit like a breathing tube.
Sylus grips your hip in a white knuckled vice, pumping his ring finger viciously in and out of your pussy. Your head is spinning, stuck somewhere between overstimulation and a howling hunger for more. A second finger pushes past your walls, scissoring your folds, curling and stretching you in a delirious frenzy.
Tears pinprick the back of your eyes. It’s so fucking good. You ride the palm of his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers, bouncing your tits on his face. It’s perfect. It’s filthy. It’s so close
“Sylus!” You cry out. He moves his fingers faster, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive nub of your clit. The swollen tip acts as a volume roller, raising your voice in decibels and pitch. His rhythm is raw and unrelenting, thrusting so far into your pussy that you see stars.
When he’s decided you’ve had enough, he presses against your secret spot, the one only he knows about, and unravels him completely.
Sylus makes good on his word, milking you thoroughly onto his palm through your high pitched wails and cries. He doesn’t slow down, making sure he squeezes every ounce of fluid out of that crazy cunt of yours. You feel yourself drip down his wrist, trailing down to his elbow.
You bite the tip of his ear as your hips convulse above him. His grip keeps you in place as he slows down, scraping your walls of anything that may be left. He returns the gesture, biting the underside of your breast, trailing kisses over top before catching the swollen tip between his teeth again.
Your hips sway lazily against his hand, even after his fingers have stopped their movement. You squirm in protest… ‘More’
Your hands find the sides of his face and you angle him to look into your glowing eyes. Drawing on the power of his aether core you coax his eye to glow. Sylus parts his lips, feeling the heated pressure build stronger in his stomach. You feel feeding him, overflowing his overflowing cup, more and more until he reaches his limit. You want him to burst, you want him to take you, to ruin you. You want to ruin him.
And when the dam bursts, you get far more than you bargained for.
You’re immediately impaled on Sylus’ cock. No warning, no preparation. You don’t even know when he’d taken off his pants. He’s buried balls deep to hilt inside you. You’re still so tight, reeling from your orgasm. Your jaw slacks open in a silent cry. Tears stream down your face, and all you are capable of is trying to remember how to breathe as he bottoms out inside you.
On survival instinct alone, you find yourself lifting off of him, trying feebly to escape. You’re caught in an instant. A strong hand pulling you back into place by the back of your neck, “Where do you think you’re doing?” The voice doesn’t sound quite like Sylus’. It’s beast-like, fiendish, lustful. It’s not just him. It’s the core.
He snakes an arm tightly across your lower back, pressing you, imprisoning you against him. His thrusts are ruthless. He digs into his heels, snapping up to pound so incredibly deep into you.
You’ve barely had any time to accommodate his size, the painful stretch of his girth threatening to slit you open. You feel him everywhere, making your head spin, your stomach burn, your hips quiver, pummeling you down to your toes. Your hands don’t know what to grasp. Nothing keeps you grounded in this insane pace. You grapple the bed sheets only to move to his shoulders, his neck, his arms, anything that will allow you to claw your way into any kind of coherent thought.
Sylus groans through clenched teeth, “You feel incredible” he praises you, gripping your hair. He pulls, exposing your throat to him, arching your back, angling him perfectly to his punishing pounding. He licks a stripe from your collarbone to your jaw and your mouth runs dry. Your breath catches and the only sound you emit is a dry gurgle from the pit of your stomach. “You’re unbelievable.” he says then bites your neck.
You feel your second coming building fast. The more he raked against your walls the more he vacuumed his way deeper and deeper into your cavern. You squeeze around him, and slave to your carnal desire you begin to rock against him.
You catch a wicked smirk plastered on Sylus’ face, watching you with glowing eyes as you pant and call out for him. Your lips are parted so pretty, swollen from biting and kissing him. He takes your lower lip between his teeth and lets out a guttural groan chasing his organs, snapping his hips deeper and deeper each time.
When he catches it, it’s like a python around your limbs. His grip around your back, his fingers in your hand, tighten, emptying himself fully. You follow soon after, the fullness in your belly sending you careening into a second climax. Sylus kisses you, swallowing your moans, savoring every sound that drips from your sweet lips. He helps you ride it out with shallow snaps of hips. Each one eliciting a cry against his lips.
There’s a ringing in your ears post release. To your amusement, and mild concern, it’s drowned out almost as quickly as you heard it. Your head feels light, you body wasted, your energy spent. What were you even running on.
‘More’
The aether core. Sylus’ evol. It doesn’t stop. It keeps you wanting, stretching your libido further past its limit. Still hungry, still wanting, still craving. Greedy. You wondered how much of your own evol was still fighting in your corner. Were you still in control?
‘Take… more… take!’
But you don’t have to. Sylus’ eyes are still trained on you. Ruby eyes darkened by the effect of the resonance. You love it. It drives you wild. There’s a promise in them. The way he looks at you, like he’s about to exhaust you, bend you to his every whim. How willingly you’d do anything for it. The way he will be your ruin. The way you will be his.
He unwinds his fingers from your hair, letting your head lull slightly towards him. Beads of sweat roll down your back. Sylus presses her pad of his thumb on your lips, parting them. You bite down on the intrusive digital, then suck on it. Your eyes, and you see him bite his lip in anticipated delight. You give him a show, bobbing your head as your hips gyrate in the most subtle way.
“Had enough?” he purrs. You shake your head and his canines flash in a devilish grin, “Good girl.” You feel his leg tangle underneath yours before you’re swiftly turned over on your back.
You’re pressed against the mattress. Sylus towers over you. You pull him down to you desperately and lock your lips yet again. Clashing teeth and slicing tongues wrestling for dominance. The air is thick with pheromones and musk. The window, once clear, completely fogged over from your heated exchange.
You start to feel the stirs of desire whirl in your stomach again, fain, exhausted; almost as if they’d been stolen from you. You chance a glance at Sylus’ catching deep pools of crimson drawing you in.
His glowing eyes pulse in your chest, hypnotizing you, rendering you completely useless.
“You’re going to service me now, kitten.” he states.
Sylus takes your hands in his, interlacing your fingers just like you first started. The faint golden glow of your evol whirrs back to life, signalling its endurance. Only, it wasn't your doing. Somewhere in the link, the two aether cores had begun to advance of sorts. Interchanging energies like twin starts, feeding off of each other, developing almost a mind of their own. It was Sylus’ desire that fueled you, but it was your resonance that pulled him into the loop with you.
You feel the mattress shift underneath you as Sylus gets up on his knees. He takes your wrists in a single hand and pins them above your head. With your arms out of the way, places his knees on either side of your face.
What a glorious view. Looking up at this beautifully sculpted man. His hair sticks to his sweat slicked forehead. His chest rises and falls with the labored breathing of unbridled anticipation. Tight ropes of muscle frame his hips. And his penis. Erect, still coated with a concoction of your love making, throbbing against his stomach. It made your mouth water
You crane your neck enough to swipe the tip of your tongue at its base.
That’s all the invitation it takes. Sylus pushes the tip against your plush lips, coaxing your lips to part before sheathing himself into your mouth.
Sylus groans, bottoming out to the balls down your throat. “That’s it, baby.” He leans forward, bringing himself deeper.
His free hand wraps around your neck, not squeezing, but holding himself in place as he rides your face. Your thighs squeeze together, your toes curl. You fight against his restraint, needing so desperately to grab at something. He’s so damn big. You can take it. He tells you as much, rubbing little circles on your jaw as he keeps a dangerous pace.
He delights in feeling himself fill your throat. Delirious on your muffled groans and gurgled gasps for air as you choke down on him.
What a sight you are. Polishing him like a good toy. He was going to make sure you sucked him dry. Empty his balls in those supple cheeks of yours.
His pace quickened at the thought. His grip on your wrists tightened. He’s throbbing. Ready to paint your mouth with his cum.
“You take me so well, sweetie. Christ” he growls. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, completely succumbed to the thorough face fucking you were receiving. You writhed, your hips moved on their own, your knees swayed side to side. You would not be outdone by him. Even in your drunken stupor, you were determined to remain in control.
You close your throat around his head and swallow, making his thrusts stutter. Sylus lets out a curse and snaps his hips faster than before, pounding you raw “You’re so greedy, baby.” he winces, “So fucking greedy for me. God I love it. Take it. Take it, it’s yours.”
His weight begins to bear on you, his fingers constrict around your throat.
Through blurred vision, you catch sight of him. Primal, unhinged, wild, and completely overtaken by his desires. His eyes bore holes into you. His grin is no longer one of satisfaction, it’s devilish, it’s malignant.. You’re unsure if he’s still with you.
Your panic excited him. He’s not sure if it should, but it does. He rails you harder, watching you as he spills his seed down your throat.
You’ve no choice but to swallow as efficiently as you can. You gag, once or twice, but manage to keep it down.
You think you’re over the hump when the ropes of cum stop coming. You manage to wiggle yourself free of his cock, but Sylus grip only tightens.
He’s still grinning down at you as you gasp for air. His right eye is so bright in your foggy vision. You struggle to get yourself free, exhausted from everything you've done. You pull at whatever strength your evol has left, taking gulps of air whenever possible.
“Sy-- Syl.. Sylus..” you croak weakly. He doesn’t budge, grin only widening.
“O… Ore--” you dig deep, deep into your core, “Oregano! Sylus OREGANO”
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When you come to, you’re lying limp on the bed.
Your whole body is screaming, your throat feels absolutely scraped raw as if you HAD BEEN screaming all night. Your limbs feel heavy, and you’re hot. Like… temperature hot.
When you try sitting up, you notice an arm draped loosely around your waist. The man attached to say arm laid next to you. You shift to face him, his eyes instantly flutter open, brimming with worry.
You swallow a painful lump in your throat. His hair is a mess. He’s a mess.
The safe word had snapped him out of the link, but fearing the worst he’d thrown himself out of bed to sever the connection. As soon as he felt like himself in the faintest of ways, he rushed to your side. You were a fit of coughs and gasps of air. Gnarly purple bruises were already beginning to take form around your neck.
He helped you onto your side, rubbing your back in soothing motions.
Sylus refused to leave your side. Once your breathing returned to normal, he draped the covers over you, pulled you to him and curled himself on your back, holding you like a scared child.
That’s where you’d found him. Unable to rest, waiting for you to come back to him.
“I’m.. I’m okay, Sy” your voice is so hoarse, it tugs at his chest.
You’re certain he’ll scold you. You’re ready to take it. How he told you so, chastise you for not listening to him. That he knew it was a bad idea from the start.
Instead he pulls you ever so gently to his chest, holding you like he almost lost you, because he could have.
“We’re never doing that again…” Is all he says
“Right” You croak, settling in his arms
“Ever”
You nod, drawing comforting shapes on his arm and chest, trying to put his mind at ease. You’re both in need of rest. Before you lull yourself into it, you hear the sternness in his voice,
“And you’re seeing the doctor as soon as you wake up.”
You let out a soft chuckle and snuggle deeper into him..
Thank God for safe words.