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“When we arrive, you will greet mother first, then father. If my grandfather is there, you must greet him, too; but, don’t feel the need to start a conversation with him. He’s just a silly old man.
“Unfortunately, Killua will not be home. He’s the one I wanted you to meet the most—aside from mother. It’s imperative you make a good impression on her.
“You will meet Milluki later, probably at dinner. Feel free to ignore him. He’s unimportant. The same goes for Kalluto, though he probably won’t speak to you anyway.
“Do you have any questions?” Illumi looks at me for the first time since we got here. Despite his calm tone, there was worry in his eyes.
I try to absorb the information he's just dumped on me, picking it apart until I find something to ask. “What are your parents names?”
“Kikyo and Silva,” he says stiffly. “Don’t call them that. Mother wouldn’t take kindly to it.”
Most of the ride in the airship had been like this. Since the moment we decided we were going to visit his family, Illumi has been tense. He's taken nearly every opportunity to remind me just how important this meeting was.
Meeting the parents was a big deal, I get that. When said parents happen to be world renowned contract killers, it became an even bigger deal. I knew all of this. I just wish Illumi was a little more reassuring.
“I’m nervous, Illumi.” I admit.
“You should be,” he replies. “This is important. If mother and father don’t approve of you...” He trailed off, the weight of his words bearing down on me.
I didn't need to ask what would happen. All of those worse-case scenarios I came up with in my head seemed a little more realistic, now.
Illumi was naturally expressionless, it was something I’d come to terms with a while ago. He didn’t smile unless he meant it; and when he scowled it was terrifying. The only way I'd been able to read him (and even now it's still hard) was to look at his eyes. They were the most expressive feature he had; and, if I was to hazard a guess, Illumi was feeling down-right petrified.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” I say.
Considering the situation, it seemed strange that I was the one comforting him.
Illumi glances back at me briefly, then stares straight ahead at the wall. “Let’s hope so.”
I bite back a snarky remark. Sometimes, he really got on my nerves. Instead, I gently caress his cheek, urging him to look at me. “It’s going to be fine because no matter what, we have each other.” His lips twitch. I can tell he wants to say something pessimistic, but I don’t give him the chance. “Illumi, can I kiss you?”
The worry in his eyes dissipates and fades into surprise. Illumi waits. Then, he nods, leaning down mechanically. It’s just a peck, his lips touching mine for a fleeting moment before pulling back and returning to his static position. Despite the fact that we’re alone in this part of the airship, I know Illumi won’t go any further. Public displays of affection include all public spaces to him. He won’t dare do more unless we’re behind a door that’s deadbolted shut.
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The airship touches down on the outskirts of Kukuroo mountain. Illumi explains how his family has their own private landing strip. I didn't believe him until it was right in front of my eyes.
We landed somewhere near the 'front' of the mountain. Illumi had pointed out different landmarks of his home as we were in the air, such as the 'testing gates' and some large animal called Mike. (The thing looked huge from where we'd been in the air. I shuddered to think what it would look like up close.)
As Illumi speaks with the pilot, I gawk at the mountain.
“You live up there?”
Illumi follows my gaze and shrugs. “Essentially. The actual mansion is inside the mountain.”
My eyes bulge. “That’s incredible.”
Again, he shrugs. “It’s nothing special.”
Once he finished delegating, Illumi wastes no more time and starts up the mountain side. The trees are dense and underbrush is thick. I'm starting to regret what I'm wearing. Had I known there would be a literal hike involved, I would've dressed much more appropriately.
After nearly thirty minutes, the forest opens up into a clearing. Within it stands a small girl dressed in a suit and a stone gate. The gate itself isn't too high, I could probably slip over it with ease; but, something tells me it's meant to be unassuming.
“Welcome home, Master Illumi.”
The little girl bows when we draw nearer. Illumi doesn’t respond to her, walking past as if she didn't exist. I smile at the girl but she doesn't see it.
After another unbearably long stretch of time (Illumi is a terrible conversational companion), we come across three new figures.
One is a woman. Most of her face is bandaged and she wears a strange electronic visor over her eyes. A single, red dot sits in the middle of it, following us as if she can see us. The woman also wears a fancy dress and broad rimmed hat. She's fanning herself and doesn’t smile.
Beside her is a hulking mountain of a man with long, wavy, silver hair and piercing blue eyes. He might be taller than Illumi, which thickly defined muscles. He looks like he could squash me like a bug if he so much as flicked me. This man also doesn’t smile, but his eyes are expressive like Illumi's, staring at the two of you fondly.
The last figure is an old man. He's not as imposing as the other male—but something about him tells me he's just as dangerous, if not more. He has short, shock-white hair and a long mustache. He greets the two of us with a mischievous grin.
If I had to guess, I'd say they were the family he warned me of early. Looking at them, I was unsure where Illumi got his looks.
“Mother,” Illumi greets the bandaged woman. “Father. Zeno.”
I bow to them and smile. When I speak, I direct my words to his mother, Kikyo. "It’s nice to finally meet you. Illumi speaks very highly of his family.”
He didn’t really. He hardly spoke about his family at all. I’d just seemed like a nice thing to say.
Kikyo says nothing, looking exceedingly unimpressed with me.
The large man—his father—inclines his head warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you, too.”
“It’s about time Illumi brought you around,” says Zeno. “So, when’s the wedding?”
Beside me, I feel Illumi tense slightly. I only laugh. Grandparents can be funny. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that question. (Even without a boyfriend.)
“A few weeks from now,” I say with a grin.
Suddenly, everyone stops smiling. Kikyo whips her head towards her son, mouth open. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"Preparations need to be made," noted Silva. "It would've been nice to know in advance, but I'm sure we can pull something together."
I feel all color drain from my face. "Nononono—"
“She was trying to joke with you,” said Illumi.
Why did they take that so seriously? It was just to break the ice! Surely, they didn't actually think ... The trio go silent. They're all varying degrees of annoyed. Boy. Tough crowd.
Illumi breaks the tension. “May we get settled in?”
His father nods, gesturing behind him. “Of course. You know what time dinner is. You two go and freshen up.”
Illumi nods staunchly, and starts to walk off, not bothering to see if I follow.
I force a smile at them. “It really is great to finally me you all. Thank you for inviting me into your home.”
Illumi calls out for me and I bolt, keeping my head low so they don't see how embarrassed I am. Geeze, I'm never going to live that down. Illumi should've warned me they were so literal.
I soon forget my embarrassment, though, the deeper we get into the mansion. I'm gawking again. Sure, a mansion inside of a mountain sounds impressive, but actually seeing it was something else.
It's humongous. We pass through the foyer without stopping so there was no time to analyze every little detail, but I didn't need to be in there long to know it was bigger than any home I've ever been in. The hallways were no better. The casual display of wealth was overwhelming. Expensive vase here, priceless portrait there. I wish it was brighter. There was no outward source of light in the home. It was dimly lit by candles, placed sparcely along the hall, just enough that you weren't plunged in total darkness.
If I was positive I wouldn't've gotten lost - or worse, killed - by wandering off, I would've done so already. There were countless of dark and creepy corridors just begging to be explored. I doubt Illumi would share my enthusiasm.
My eye is drawn to an enormous family portrait and I unconsciously come to a halt to examine it. Though I have to squint through the shadows, I can see the portrait with relative ease.
It must have been done years ago. From what (little) Illumi told you about his siblings, they all seemed to be above the age of ten. In the painting, there were three young children, two of them couldn’t have been older than three, and the other around six-or-seven. Kikyo was holding most of them. She wore less bandages on her face but was otherwise unchanged. Both Zeno and Siva looked the same.
That was when my gaze landed on Illumi.
Other than his hair, he was completely unchanged. (This surprised me, considering how young the siblings looked. There wasn't an ounce of babyfat left on him. If it wasn't for that hair...) He still had the same angelic aloofness he wore today. He wasn't smiling but neither was anyone else.
I took a step closer, frowning. Something tugged at the edges of my consciousness. Something about him...
And that was when it clicked.
“You!”
Illumi, who had kept walking that entire time, turned at the sound of my voice. “What about me?”
“You—you’re the guy!” I snapped my fingers, words eluding me. “The guy—!”
“What are you talking about?” He finally reaches me, looking at the portrait.
I fist my hand through my hair, collecting my thoughts. “It was—wow, I don’t know how many years back—one of my first performances with the company. I was exploring and you caught me!”
Illumi furrows his eyebrows. The memory was lost on him.
Any other time, the silence might've made me doubt myself; and yet, looking up at that image of Illumi, I knew I was right.
“You were there, you were looking for someone or something. You looked exactly like this! With the short hair and everything! How could I forget?” I tap my finger against my mouth thoughtfully. “I remember, now. Someone died that night. Everyone was freaking out but the police never interviewed us. The guy was gangbanger or something...”
His frown deepened. “I ... don’t remember this.”
“It was you," I say, more to myself than to him. “You talked to me about Zetsu, like you did at Romeo and Juliet. No wonder it felt familiar." I laughed to myself and turn to him. “I feel silly for forgetting.”
Illumi's glanced at the portrait, then turned away. It's clear he didn't want to talk about this anymore. "Come on. My room isn't far away."
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True to his word, his room was around the next corner. Illumi ushered me inside, laying a gentle hand on my lower back.
"So, this is your room?"
The space itself was unimpressive. The walls were grey, the bed was grey, his desk was grey. There were no personal touches in the room except for a miniature frame on his desk. I could tell right away that it was a selfie I'd snuck of the two of us. Illumi was a blur (he knew what I was trying to do before I'd done it); but, I was in perfect clarity, smiling wide.
My heart flutters in my chest. (It doesn't occur to me until later that I never sent him that picture.)
"The butlers brought up your bags in case you want to change."
Illumi gestures to the corner where my suitcase rested. I hadn't noticed it earlier.
"Thanks." I peer down at my dirty, sweat-stained outfit. "Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea."
Illumi nods and points me towards the nearest bathroom. I make quick work of myself, tidying up and smoothing down flyaways until I deem myself presentable. When I return to Illumi, he's up and ready to escort me to the dining room.
We were the first to arrive, but I didn't mind. Having time for just the two of us calmed me. I tried to pull out my chair, but it refused to budge. It was as if it was cemented to the floor.
"How heavy is that?" I asked. Illumi generously pulled it out for me.
"I'm not sure. Maybe a hundred pounds? It's been a while since I asked."
A hundred...? I blanch, settling down in the chair. "Why is it so heavy?"
“Hm? Everything is weighted here.” Illumi lifts a fork to examine it. “It’s a part of our training. There is no room for weakness in an assassin’s life—not even at home.”
I swallow his words like a bitter pill. Illumi had mentioned some things about his childhood before that were unsavory, but he always said them with straight-faces indifference.
It didn’t take long for the rest of the Zoldycks to file into the dining room. First was Silva and Kikyo, who greeted us pleasantly. (I could still feel his mom's intense glare on me. At least, I think it's a glare? It's hard to tell.)
Next came a boy with a round face and beady eyes. Up until now, I hadn't seen a single Zoldyck who shared Illumi’s dark features, but that was the extent of their likeness.
"Milluki," Illumi said as a half-greeting, half-informing me as to who it was.
Milluki set his sights on me. "Who is this?"
Silva told him my name, as if it were obvious. "Illumi's fiancee."
I felt Illumi, for the second time this trip, tense beside me. I laid my hand on his leg in an attempt to comfort him, but it only made him stiffen more. I didn’t have the guts to correct him. Maybe he was continuing the joke from earlier.
"It's nice to meet you," I say.
Milluki grunted.
The last to arrive were Zeno and a small boy with mid-length black hair. The similarity between him and Illumi was startling.
Illumi nodded towards the boy. "Kalluto.”
Much like Milluki, Kalluto eyed me cautiously. Then, he bowed his head respectfully. I smile.
Suddenly, the dining room doors opened and a swarm of butlers poured into the room. They toted steaming plates of food, filling the room with a pleasant smell, and laid them on the table.
Kikyo commanded my attention. "Tell me, what do your parents do?"
Her words seemed more like a formality than genuine curiosity.
"Mom's a dental assistant in the city, and dad is a professional pianist." While I speak, Illumi takes the liberty of filling my plate with food.
She sniffs. "I was under the impression that your father was a pro-hunter."
"He was," I explain. "Dad decided to give it up when I was born. He said that he used to be gone so often because of his hunter duties, and when I came along he wanted to give it up to be able to spend time with the family more. Music was always his passion, and since he was home a lot more he was able to cultivate that passion and make it grown."
Silva joined the conversation. "What is his Hatsu?"
"He's an Emitter. He likes to use his Hatsu when he plays to give the audience an emotional experience."
"Interesting." He nods thoughtfully. "And, what about you?"
I shake my head. "Never got that far. Dad taught me a lot when I was younger for protective reasons, but I was pretty impatient back then. Sometimes I regret not sticking with it. Live and learn."
Illumi turns to me, his voice quiet. "I can always teach you."
"Really?" He nods. A genuine smile worms it’s way onto my face. "That's sweet of you. Thanks."
Illumi nods again, returning to his plate.
Kikyo takes hold of the conversation, "Illumi says you're a performer."
Her words are cold. She practically spits out the word performer.
I don't let it bother me. "I'm a part of the York New City Ballet. I started ... wow, a while ago. It feels like I've been there forever."
"Are you successful?" It feels like she's delibritly trying to strike a nerve.
I laugh it off and shrug. "I'd like to think so. My claim to fame is mainly minor roles. I haven't had the privilage of being the lead, yet."
Across the table, Milluki scoffs. "Ballet is boring.”
"Milluki..." Illumi warns.
"It's okay." I pat his leg gently. "Not everyone likes ballet. It's an aquired taste, kind of like opera. You either love it or you hate it."
The table allows the conversation to die and everyone returns to eating. Illumi lays his hand over mine under the table. For a moment, it makes my heart soar; but, then I realize he's doing it to remove me from him. I cast him a side-long pout, but he doesn't even look at me.
Kikyo’s spoon hits her plate softly, yet the sound seems to echo throughout the silent room. Her lips are pinched so thin they seem bloodless. "How do you feel about children?"
A blush creeps up my face. "They're okay. I don't really get to be around them too often, but I do have a nephew that I babysit whenever possible."
"Nephew?" echoes Silva, "I was under the impression you didn't have any siblings."
I don’t ask how he knows that.
“I don't technically speaking. I'm an honorary-aunt. My best friend since childhood doesn't have any siblings either. We're basically sisters, and when she gave birth to her son last spring she asked me if I'd be his aunt."
"Hmph." Kikyo tilted her head. "And what of your fertility?"
I choke mid-bite, my fork clattering to the table. Illumi is quick to grab my drink and hand it to me.
I gulp the water down, thankful for the excuse not to speak. But, the water runs out sooner than I’d like and I’m forced to say the only thing on my mind.
“What?"
Kikyo mercifully repeats. "Are you fertile?"
So, I wasn't hearing things.
I looked around at the rest of the table, hoping to glean some kind of support from the others but I find none. They all seem just as interested in my answer. Even Illumi.
There’s no way out of this.
"W-Well ... I've never had it checked, but ... I don't have a reason to think that I'm not." I twist my napkin around my hands nervously. "Why do you want to know that, anyway?"
"Illumi needs to be with someone who will carry on the Zoldyck name. Someone to give him sons." Kikyo nods to Illumi. "I suggest you get that checked before this relationship goes any further."
"Hang on." I pull away, her forwardness astounding me. "I really don't think that's any of your business. No offense, but having children is something that is between Illumi and I, not the rest of the family. It's up to us to decide if we want kids in the first place, and when we want them."
Kikyo matches my scowl. "Illumi knows what he must do. It's up to you to accept it."
"Illumi can make his own decisions," I rebuttle. "He's a grown man."
"He is still a Zoldyck."
I clench my jaw. There's so much I can say to her—so much I want to say—when I feel Illumi nudge me with his foot. He says my name softly, almost pleadingly, and I force myself to keep silent. If only for his sake.
The dining room falls into a stifling silence. Kikyo and I glare daggers into one another. I know I shouldn't. Especially since Illumi seems to care about his mother's opinion so much, but it doesn't stop me. The woman has been trying to make a mockery out of me all evening. She's humiliated me—and her son.
At the end of the table, Zeno clears his throat. "So, what are your thoughts on assassins?"
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I sit on Illumi’s bed, jaw clamped shut and arms crossed like a a petulant child.
I feel like a petulant child in all honesty. But, I refuse to let this go and Illumi has yet to have anything helpful to add.
He returns to the bedroom wearing only a pair of satin lounge pants. I check him out from the corner of my eye but say nothing.
Illumi mills about the room, doing whatever it is he needs to do at his desk, before speaking. "You shouldn't have done that.”
My jaw ticks.
"If mother doesn't like you then there's no point in us being together." Despite what he says, his words sound tired and rehersed, not at all like he means them.
I purse my lips.
"She is not a very forgiving woman but we still have time." Illumi crawls into bed beside me. "Tomorrow, you will go to her and make amends—"
"No."
"What?"
Shut up, I warn myself; but, the floodgates have opened and there’s no way to shut them.
"No. I'm not going to apologize to her. She should apologize to me—to us. She had no right asking about that—no, no, insisting on that—when it's something that is up to you and me. No one else."
Illumi frowns.
“And another thing! We’ve been dating how long now? We haven’t even discussed kids—and believe me, if we ever do, that’s going to be a long discussion. Just. Between. The. Two. Of. Us.”
He crosses his arms, looking away.
"Listen, Illumi, I know you love your mother. I want to get along with her, but she crossed the line tonight. Especially considering this was the first time I've even met the woman!"
He shakes his head. "Mother only wants to look after the well-being of the Zoldyck clan. If you just apologize—"
"I'm not going to fucking apologize!" In my anger, I jump off the bed, putting as much distance between us as I can. "It's not my job to apologize. I'm pretty sure the only way she'd forgive me, anyway, is if I suddenly came out and say, ‘Hey, Kikyo! Hope you're ready to be a grandma!'. UGH!"
"Calm down."
I whirl around, pointing my finger at him in warning. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down."
“You’re behaving like a brat,” he states.
“Behaving like a—” I cut myself off with a tsk. “Fuck it.”
I grab Illumi by the shoulders and draw him into a bruising kiss. It doesn’t last longer than a millisecond. Illumi snatches my hands away from him, his eyes wide.
“What are you doing?
Despite him holding me back I lean in close for another kiss. I fall short, our noses bumping against one another instead.
“You wanna please your mommy so much, so that’s what we’re gonna do. We’re going to make a fucking baby.”
A beat of silence.
His mood shifts suddenly. “Do you mean that?”
“What’s wrong?” I raise my eyebrows. “Chickening out?”
The taunt seems to flip a switch. Illumi flips me onto the bed, pinning me underneath his body. The hard planes of his chest press just right against me. His knee is situated just between my thighs.
His grip goes lax on your wrists. You take the opportunity to grab the back of his neck and kiss him again, but Illumi jerks back.
“Who gave you permission to touch me?”
“I’ve gotta touch you. That’s how we make a baby.”
Truth be told—I wasn’t actually keen on the idea. I just wanted to rial him up a bit, make him show me something other than apathy.
I also didn’t expect it to work.
Illumi narrows his eyes. “What a poor excuse.”
He gathers my wrists and pins them to the bed with one hand. The grip is tight—but he’s holding back. I can feel the untapped power with every twitch of his fingers.
His other hand snakes to my pants. He fumbles with my belt for a moment before yanking it off my body. I expect him to toss it away, but Illumi surprises me and loops the leather around my wrists, binding them to the headboard.
“Don’t move them,” he orders.
His sudden display of dominance almost took my breath away. Almost. “Or what?”
“Or you won’t like what happens.”
I shiver under the weight of his stare. Once he’s sure I’m not planning to disobey, Illumi sits up. With little effort he rips my shirt in two exposing my bra. He spares them a longing look before moving to my pants.
His touch is borderline frantic, like if he doesn’t get me out of my clothes fast something bad will happen.
Soon enough, I’m bare before him. Illumi shoves my bra up above my breasts. I can't help but feel grateful that he didn't destroy it. He pecks both of my nipples, not enough to provide stimulation but enough to send a jolt of arousal through me.
Illumi's dark eyes flick towards my face, gauging my reaction, the crawls down my body. He leaves calculated kisses all along my bare skin, stopping when his face is level with my panties. He pecks both of my hips, skimming his lips along the edges of my underwear. And then, he bites. His teeth sink into the flesh of my tummy, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to feel it.
I gasp, arching off the bed into his mouth. Illumi retracts, though, and I only meet air.
He discards my underwear and before I can settle back onto the bed he throws my legs over his shoulders. I yelp, grasping the headboard for stability.
His breath fans across my bare pussy, sending a jolt of arousal right through me. I've never seen him so lustful before. He looks like he might devour me whole.
"Do you know,” he begins, his voice dangerously low, “how hard you make it? You have bewitched me. Every day, I am confronted with these ... lustful urges to have you, to make you my own. Your actions at dinner made them nearly unbearable."
I don't have time to ponder on his meaning as Illumi attaches himself to my core. He sucks on my clit hard before laving his tongue over the raw nerve. It sends me reeling. I grab at my binds with a white-knuckled grip. Moans tore free from my throat uninhibited, bouncing off the walls around us. God, I hoped the walls were as thick as they looked.
Illumi pulls away from my clit with an over-exaggerated pop. "What possessed you to touch me like that? You had to know what you were doing. You aren't that stupid."
"Hey—ah!"
His tongue plunged into my cunt, thrusting as far as he could possibly go. He lapped at my juices as if he were a starving man, completely feral. I wanted to touch him, tug on his hair, kiss him; but, I was trapped. Illumi had weaved the belt through the slats of his headboard. Try as I might, they wouldn't budge.
The intense pleasure left me breathless. I gulped down as much air as I could, but it was useless. Illumi was relentless.
When he pulled away from me again, he didn't stop the stimulation. Instead, he moved his hand to rest against my abdomen, his thumb making idle circles against my clit.
"I was content with waiting. We'll be married soon enough and I have enough self control not to pounce on you any time I feel aroused. Sometimes, my sweet, you make things too damn hard." He leans down to give my slit a quick lick. "But now I know you feel like I do. There's no need to wait. You're mine. I'm going to make you mine."
I was on the edge of the precipice. Blood rushes in my ears, drowning out his words. My hips stuttered, unconsciously seeking more stimulation.
"Ill—ah—llumi! Illumi, please! I'm going to cum." I arched off the bed, pulling on my bonds even harder. "Please, baby, make me cum. Make me cum. I need you—fuck! lllumi!"
He rubbed my clit faster, eyes never leaving my face. He lapped at my pussy, tongue teasing the pulpit walls, until it was just too much.
The orgasm crashed over me and my eyes rolled back in my head. I shouted his name—though it might’ve been a whisper. He was all I could think of. He consumed me entirely.
Illumi.
Illumi.
Illumi.
He collected my slick on his tongue and didn’t stop until he deemed it necessary. It was too much for my hyper-sensitive lips.
I quivered, straining against my bonds. "Illumi, baby, please." I sounded so pathetic, even in my own ears, and yet I couldn’t stop. "I need you in me. Please, fuck me, Illumi. Fuck me. I can't wait any longer, please stop teasing me.”
Illumi grips my hips so tight I fear they’ll bruise. He slips one finger into my mouth and presses down my tongue. “You have a vulgar mouth. I suppose I'll need to tame it ... For now, keep quiet. You're interrupting a delicious meal.”
I make an undiginfied noise—something between a sqwak and a whimper. Illumi slips his finger in further, the pressure on my tongue increasing.
I wrap my lips around it, suckling the digit. Illumi returned his attention to my cunt, devouring me like I was his last meal on earth. His tongue was sloppy yet calculated in its strokes. He alternated between my clit and my pussy, making sure they both received equal attention. I sucked on his finger harder, hoping my actions would be enticing enough to bring him up.
Thankfully, it was.
Illumi ripped his finger away and replaced it with his lips. He was salty with my slick, not an entirely pleasant taste, but I ignored it in favor of reciprocating his fervor.
The kiss was searing, like he intended to devour my mouth the way he had my cunt.
Illumi shoves his pants down, eager to free his erection. He wore no underwear. Either he'd been expecting the night to go this way or he decided to forgo it for some other reason. It didn't matter, though, did it?
His hardon pressed against my thigh and I shuddered. It was long and warm, in stark contrast with the rest of his body.
Illumi's hair fell around us in a dark curtain, shielding us from the rest of the world. He took ahold of his cock in one hand and dragged it over my slit, collecting the slick that leaked out of me.
"Illumi," I pleaded.
He breached my entrance. There was a slight stretch, but it wasn't bad. Illumi wasn't monstrously thick. The size of it was just enough to make my walls burn pleasantly. Though, from what I felt earlier, he was long. The more he inched inside of me, the more I was sure I wouldn't be able to fit him all. By the time he bottomed out I could feel him in my stomach.
He pulled out an inch and slammed back inside. The force alone brought tears to my eyes. My nails pierced the belt's leather.
"You feel better than I imagined." His voice is thick with lust. His cock twitches within me. "I'm not going to stop until you're full with my seed. I won't let you leave until I'm sure you're pregnant. I'm going to fuck an heir into you. And you'll take it, because you're a good little wife."
He kisses me again. I whimper against his lips.
He fucks me hard, going from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. His cockhead kisses my cervix with each piston of his hips. The sound of skin-on-skin slapping fills the room.
I break from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting us. I’m panting into his mouth, unable to think, unable to speak.
I need more. Each drag of his cock against my walls is bliss. White-hot arousal courses through my veins. When I finally find my voice, all I can do is babble.
"Fill me. Fill me up—hng! I'll be your good little wife! Fuck. You feel so good, Illumi. You fuck me so good. Ah!. More. Fill me up, baby. I need your cum."
Illumi shudders, his eyes falling shut. He furrows his brows and pistons into me even harder than before. The bed begins to tremble under the strain of his thrusts.
"Yesyesyesyes!" I raise my hips to meet his thrusts. "It feels so good. Right there, baby. Oh, God! Im gonna cum. You make me feel so good! Ngh—I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Illumi!”
My second orgasm hits me just as hard as the first. My walls clamp around him hard. I wanna suck him in deeper, but he's already nestled near my cervix. My eyes land on where our bodies connect, and I'm transfixed on my stomach.
I can see him. My tummy bulge as he drills into me, the impression of his cock prominent. I want to touch it. I want to press my hands against the bulge and feel him move within me. The thought alone is enough to make me moan. The beginnings of another orgasm stirs within me.
Illumi fucks me like its his job. Beads of sweat gather along his hairline. Soft, nearly imperceptible grunts escape him.
His hips stutter for the first time all evening. And then, I feel it. His cock twitches within me, which is my only warning.
His seed is warm, spurting deep inside of my womb. It’s such a strange sensation that I can’t help but moan. I’m so full. So entirely full.
Illumi presses his hips flush with mine, burying himself as deep as he can within me. His forehead rests against my own as he comes down from his high.
We stay like that for a while. I’ve lost all concept of time. All I care about is this—us. The effects of my orgasm linger, leaving me blissed out and happy.
When Illumi finally pulls out, his cum begins to dribble onto the sheets in a slow leak.
He smoothes his hair back but it falls back in his face despite his efforts. His nimble fingers work to untie the belt around me, and then my bra. They're both tossed unceremoniously to the floor.
My wrists ache, but I don’t rub them. I can’t. I don’t think I can move a single muscle.
Illumi looks down at me with the softest expression I think I've ever seen him make. He looks so beautiful in this moment, bare-chested and pale blush across his cheeks. His hair still looks as smooth as always, only a little rumpled.
"I love you."
The words slip out before I can stop them.
Illumi freezes, the soft expression melting away to an unreadable one. He reaches down and caresses my cheek, his thumb skimming my skin tenderly.
"I've never been in love before," he admits. "Assassins don't have friends—or attachments."
My heart sinks.
"But, what I feel for you ... I can't explain." He seems frustrated with himself. "I don’t love you like I love my family. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. It's dangerous to be distracted when I'm away on a mission, yet I think about you when we're a part.
“I think about your smile, and your body, and the little things you say. I like how I feel when I'm around you. If that's what love is, then I guess I do love you."
Tears pricked my eyelids. Illumi’s voice is honest and sure. I swallow thickly, my voice small, "Can I kiss you?"
Illumi met me halfway. This kiss was different than the ones we shared moments ago. It was sweet and gentle. There was no searing heat, only comfortable warmth. I could get used to this.
I rest my forehead against his, our noses bumping one another playfully. "I love you, Illumi. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you."
"That's a silly thing to be worried about." His hair tickled my face. "I have no intention of letting you go, now or in the future."
I search his eyes. “And ... what if your mother decides she doesn’t like me?”
At this, Illumi pauses. I already know the answer—Illumi said himself that if his parents disapproved our relationship was over. And yet, there seemed to be a war waging on inside of him.
Finally he said, “You’re mine. I chose you. You will always be mine.”
For now, that would satisfy. "And you're mine.”
Illumi kissed my cheek. "Yes."
His nose runs the length of my jawline affectionately, and I gingerly wrap my arms around him. When he doesn’t protest, I press myself into him, relishing in the warmth between us.
"Are you recovered?" His lips are right next to my ear. He kisses the patch behind my earlobe tenderly.
"What do you mean?"
"You said at the start of this you wanted me to give you a baby. I promised I wouldn't let you leave this bed until I was sure it had taken." Illumi pushed me onto my back, hovering over top of me once more. "I always keep my promises."