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But even then, The Captain and you often had nothing to say to one another, besides the awkward "How was your last overseas trip? I heard it was quite exciting" or the "When will your next trip be?" You hardly know anything about him, despite having already been married to him for eight months now, and it didn't seem like he was interested in getting to know you either, other than the already-known facts. 

That part was probably the most frustrating of all. What life would it be to spend the most beautiful years of your life with a man who takes barely even the slightest bit of interest in you. You wanted to marry someone who yearned for you, who was at least somewhat excited whenever he saw you. You have needs, for Archon's sake. Needs that you knew The Captain wouldn't even acknowledge. 

So you have been thinking about it. But you have not had the courage to share it with anyone  else.  You have considered, for weeks now, that if your relationship was going to be nothing but transactional, you should be able to see other people, as your husband wouldn't mind it anyways. 

But you have spent sleepless nights worrying over it. What if people started to think that you were a slut? What if you went on to have affairs, yet The Captain did not, would that then make you an unfaithful whore to outsiders? You have read of other arranged marriages in books, in which the husband and wife consummate and fall in love anyway. Is that what you should also be doing? But The Captain has never once expressed any type of attraction to you, and therefore, has yet to consummate our marriage. Can you be justified for wanting to date other people?

The closest you had ever gotten to bringing it up to him was at your dinner  last  week. It was just  the two of you at the dining table in our shared home. He had just gotten back from a trip in Sumeru, it didn't seem like a good time. 

Regardless, you tried to make conversation with him, "I assume your recent trip hadn't been too... tiresome, my Lord?" 

"No, it has not," The Captain spoke. He prodded around with his food. You're not sure if you have ever seen him actually eat during your dinners together. "And how were things back home?"

"Everything was alright. Our last mission in the Night Kingdom has been successful, and we didn't have to resurrect anyone," You took a bite from your plate as your husband sat still. When you swallowed, it felt like a stone passed down your throat. "Actually, I've been thinking..." 

But you just couldn't bring yourself to say it. He, as though sensing your hesitation, said, "Yes?" 

You bit your lip. Should I? Should I not? I don't know. "Ah, nevermind, you don't have to worry about it." 

The atmosphere fell quiet, and you could feel him staring at you even as you gazed down at your plate. You made quick work, slicing through the piece of meat. In your mind, you urged him to say something else, help you move on from this, but all you could hear was your own utensils clacking. 

"My wife," He said, softly and casually, but the sound of it sent chills down your spine. The Captain rarely ever called you that, only by your title and, sometimes, your name. 

"Yes, my Lord," You dare not to look at him. 

"Is... something bothering you?" He asked. For a moment, you thought he knew exactly what you wanted to talk about, which made you want to piss your pants. And when you gave him no answer,  he stood up and walked over to your side of the table, where he knelt down in front of you. 

Suddenly, you felt trapped. You couldn't avoid his eye contact, even though you couldn't even see  his face through his mask. You gulped.

"You know that it would be of your best interest to tell me  what's on your mind, yes?" He asked calmly. There was something in his tone that made you believe he knew you were having a problem with this marriage. You wondered if he, too, wanted to see other people without being afraid. 

But in the end, your dinner ended without you ever confessing. You were simply too ashamed. The  Captain obviously knew that there was something more to it than just "nothing", but he was probably too tired to deal with it at that moment. And in no time, he was back in his office, and you  were back in your private bedroom, where you, after hours of tossing and turning, touched yourself to the thought of being fucked roughly into your own mattress. 

For reasons unknown, the Eleventh Harbinger decided to pay you a visit, in your bathroom, while you were covered by nothing but a thin layer of foam where you sat in your small bathtub. Apparently,  he had allowed himself in, claiming that your acquaintance had long grown as close as a pair of  siblings', despite much of your maid's protests. You weren't sure where he had gotten that idea but,  many other Harbingers have found it difficult to get within that strange little mind of his. 

"My dearest!" 

"Whatever is it, Childe, it surely could've waited until I am properly clothed?" You sighed, signaling  your maid to come hand you your robe.

"I'm afraid not!" Childe said, a bit too cheerfully for your liking. He wasn't even bothered to look away as you stepped out of the bathtub, which made you raise an eyebrow. "I  caught  wind  of  something rather intriguing, and thought I should come right over here and let you know myself." 

In your mind, you were already cursing the Gods. "Which is?" 

"The Tsaritsa wonders when you and The Captain will consummate your marriage." 

And suddenly, you choked on your own spit and hunched over, coughing your lungs out. Then,  quickly so, you whipped your head up at the ginger standing before you, eyes wide, while he maintained that stupid grin. "I'm afraid that is none of yours, or the Tsaritsa's, business. That is  strictly between me and my husband." 

"The Tsaritsa is unhappy," Childe said, almost too matter-of-fact-ly. This time, his smile has dropped. "She knows that nothing happened on the night of your wedding, and she has been generous enough to give you both time. But, my dear, it's been months, and she's beginning to feel like you have insulted her and her decision to wed you both. Shame." 

"If you're here to just poke fun at my sex life with my husband, then you can see yourself out." 

"No, beautiful, I meant shame on The Captain," He continued, which made you give him a look. You weren't sure if he could talk about his upper-ranks like that. The ginger man maintained eye contact  with you as he took a step closer. "It's such a waste. Had you been arranged to marry another  Harbinger, I'm sure he would've did it the moment the wedding was over."

What the fuck. You shouldn't feel like this, but your heart raced with excitement at the sound of it.  The man before you wasn't always the one to be trusted, but you were sure he was telling the truth. Or maybe that was just you being fed hope. The thought of being married to literally any other man,  and being fucked into oblivions every night made warmth pool between your thighs. 

"It is true, then?" He smirked. "That The Captain doesn't make love to you?"

You scoffed and turned away from him, "No such thing as love between The Captain and I." 

Suddenly, before you could even say anything else, you felt him behind you. The hairs on the back  of your neck all stood up, and your legs turned to jelly in an instant. You shot your maid a look, who quickly scrambled out of the room, leaving just you and the Eleventh Harbinger, who was now dangerously close. You felt his warm breath down your neck, and his gloved hand on your waist. 

His index finger hooked onto the loop of your robe string, his voice sultry when he whispered into your ear, "I'm sure The Captain won't mind, then? If I fucked his dear wife?" 

You couldn't even find it in you to protest. You knew you shouldn't be doing this, but oh my Archon,  just the thought of knowing that a man wanted you, it made your mind go blank. You wanted to be fucked so bad, it seemed like it didn't even matter who it was anymore. It didn't even matter if it was right or wrong, or if the man was years younger than you. And when Childe finally tugged your robe loose, that just solidified it. You were going to be fucked by the Eleventh Harbinger. 

Your conscience wanted to tell him that this was wrong, that this would be the utmost betrayal to The Captain, but you just couldn't seem to get the words out. Everything came out in hitched breaths and soft moans, as Childe gently turned your head and kissed you on my lips. It quickly grew passionate, and soon, you were begging for him to touch you. 

"Seems my dear had been neglected worse than we all thought," He said in a low tone, as his slender fingers slid in between your sopping wet folds and dipped into your cunt. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, gasping at the touch. His kisses on your neck felt like fire. "Oh my, I barely touched you and you're already so wet. Captain sure is a terrible husband." 

"Ah!" Your words came out in staccato breaths, "S-Shut up. Tease me... and I'll throw you out—Ah!" 

The chuckle that came out of him when his fingers hit a certain spot made you almost fall over, but his arm caught you just in time. "Do you know how much the other Harbingers want to fuck you?  You're always the topic of conversation when the ladies aren't around. Are you aware that Pantalone  was planning to go behind The Captain's back and sleep with you?" 

You turned your head to look at him, eyes narrowed, "Oh, like you're doing right now?" 

"Aw, don't be like that," He grinded his hips against your ass, making you gasp out loud. "You know you wanna be fucked. I see the way you  look  at  me  during  those  meetings."  His  grin  only grew wider when he saw the redness that painted your face. "You're so cute, my dove, I'd like to fuck that mouth some day. But for now—"

In one quick motion, he bent you over the bathtub and hitched your robe all the  way up to your waist, exposing your entrance to him. Your heart was racing, and nearly jumping out of your chest. This whole situation was so wrong, but it was making you so horny at the same time. Childe was right, you did steal glances at him every now and then during meetings, but you didn't think he, or anyone, would feel that way about you. 

A moan escaped your lips when his hand landed on your ass with a hard slap. Almost instinctively, you arched your back, exposing yourself even more to him. His big, calloused hands came up to spread your ass cheeks apart, whistling in the process. 

"A-Are you going to fuck me or not?" You asked impatiently.

"Jeez, so bossy, I was just admiring you." You heard the unzip of his pants, and then felt his blunt tip  right up against my  entrance. "Y'know, I find it hard to believe that you haven't just asked The  Captain to fuck you. I'm sure he would if he had the same view as me right now. Loves you or not."

Slowly, he pushed it in. It burned, and you bit my lip to hold in the whine that threatened to spill out because you knew that if it did, you wouldn't be able to hold yourself  back anymore. The stretch was almost unbearable and addicting at the same time, the way his dick intruded your cunt. You couldn't tell if he was big or not, as you didn't have any other point of reference, but oh my god, the pleasure was insane. 

"Ohhhhh, fuckkkk," You moaned quietly as he bottomed out. His hips flush against your ass. He feathered your neck and shoulders with light kisses, and without another word, he began to thrust. 

"Oh my Archon, you're so tight..." He grunted softly, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and shoulders. His thrusts started off shallow and not too quick, like he was trying to make himself used to you. Then they steadily grew deeper, with more force, each time eliciting a pleasured moan from you. "Archons, have you never made love to anyone else? Are you a virgin?" 

You were, in fact, a virgin. At least, up until Childe decided to take your virginity. 

When you managed to utter a breathless "Yes," it seemed like he had lost it. His hips suddenly began to snap into you fast and hard, so much so that you lost your balance and nearly fell over. The pleasure was immeasurable, and soon, you found yourself screaming as he continued pounding into your tight pussy. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed against the tiled walls of the bathroom. 

His hands, one of them found its way into your hair, pulling it, while the other felt up your entire body. A light squeeze your neck, then a harder squeeze on your breasts, a tug on your nipple, then he toyed with your clitoris. All while he kept up his relentless and unforgiving pace, pounding his hard dick into your pussy over and over as you screamed louder and louder. Then, before you even realized it, you came all over his cock. But his thrusting never even faltered. 

And the moment you rode out your high, Childe pulled out of you, and suddenly, you were thrown onto the cold floor, where you were laid on your back. Your lips were once again captured by his, as he made quick work of slotting himself between your legs and slipping his hard cock inside again. And, despite your cries of over-sensitivity after having just orgasmed, he kept pounding. You could sense that his breath was becoming ragged as he hovered over you. Your legs were hooked over his shoulders at this point, folding your body in half, which made you see stars. 

"If..." He said, breathlessly, "If I had the chance, I'd make you my wife. And I promise you, I'll fuck you every single night, breed you full of my seed, and impregnate you over and over." 

The sound of it pushed you over the edge, and you came again. This time, Childe did, too. You felt your lower stomach fill up with unfamiliar warmth as he gave a few more deep, long thrusts. Your  head spun, you thought you were really seeing stars, as you laid there, breathing heavily along with the man who had just taken your virginity who was also not your husband. And as he gazed into your eyes, a gaze filled with satisfaction and pride as if he had just won a battle, you slowly came to your senses. 

What the fuck have I done.

It would turn out that the next time you saw The Captain was later that very evening, you barely had  any time to gather yourself together or hide the very obvious stains of tears of guilt that was on your face. You had forgotten that it was the day he came back from his overseas trip, and that as usual, you and him were supposed to have dinner together. 

The idea of wanting to sleep with another man while being married to The Captain had completely vanished from your mind. It wasn't as how you thought it would be. You kept telling yourself that he wouldn't care, that this marriage was fake after all, but you still felt like you were going crazy. You felt terrible to do something so horrific behind his back, and now the guilt was eating away at your sanity as you sat across from him at the dining table. And though you screamed at Childe earlier and threw him out of your home, it still didn't change the fact that you basically were a whore and gave away your first time to a damn knucklehead.

"I assume everything was alright at home?" The Captain broke the  suffocating  silence,  though  he wasn't looking at you. His eyes were glued some papers that he had laid out on the table next to his food.

"Yes," You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "Everything was alright." 

"Are you sure? You've barely touched your food." 

You gulped. You noticed your knuckles going white from gripping the utensils so hard. You glanced at your maid who stood by the door, waiting for instructions. Upon making eye contact with you, her eyes widened and her complexion went pale. 

That was a mistake. You made a mistake. When you glanced back at your husband, he had turned to  look at the maid. Shit. You should've known. Nothing gets past The Captain. Nothing. 

"[Y/N]—"

"I have to go!" You stood up suddenly, causing the table and plates to rattle and startling the man who sat before you, confused. "I—My Lord, I don't feel too well. I must be coming down with a cold. Must you find me, I will be in my room."

"[Y/N]!" He called after you, but you didn't dare to turn around and face him. However, you didn't miss how he told your maid to follow after and tend to you. It made your heart clench. Even though you didn't love each other and he didn't give you what you needed, it was still evident that he cared about you to some degree. And for you to then betray him, it was unacceptable. 

I'm an awful wife.

You headed straight to your room, slamming the door shut behind you. Tears were on the verge of streaming down your face, but why? You had no rights to be crying, when you was the one that fucked up. You were the one who committed a horrible sin. So much of your dignity, your self-respect, and your faithfulness towards your husband thrown out of the window just for half an hour of pleasure. You were such a fool. Why did you let yourself be swooned by him?

But the second you sat down on your bed, the tears fell. You sat there, droplets after droplets running down your face. Through your blurred vision, you saw the door crack open, from which slipped in your maid. She seemed absolutely horrified. 

"I don't know what to do—" You confessed, a choke consumed the rest of my words. Your maid,  who looked like a blob dressed in dark blue, made her way over to your side, where she knelt down. 

"My Lady," She frowned, though not out of disappointment or anger, but rather out of concern. "My Lady, if I dare say so... The Captain deserves to kno—"

"I couldn't do it," You cried, fingers closing around her hands when she reached for yours. "I can't do it to him. He's my husband! What kind of wife am I—" Another choke. 

"My Lady, please—" Your maid said, pulling out a hanker chief from her pocket to dry your tears. "The Eleventh Harbinger knows full well what he had done to you, it is only a matter of time before  the  others know. It is all part of their bet against each other, My Lady. Even the Tsaritsa will know as well.  You must confess to The Captain, he'll know how to deal with it before it gets out of control." 

You sniffled, "What if he decides to divorce me...?"

She stared at you with an indescribable look in her eyes. "When The Captain looked at me earlier, it is possible that he has already known, My Lady."

It was like your blood suddenly ran cold. You froze, your grip on her hands tightened.

"The Captain was informed by the housekeeper that Childe had paid a visit earlier today. None  of us have told him about what happened, but he has always known, My Lady. He's always known that young man took an interest in you," She said, with all the stoicism in her young, gentle soul. "And he also knew he couldn't help it if anything were to happen. We were never going to tell him, but... nothing gets past him, My Lady, it is impossible to keep a secret from The Captain."

"What if he doesn't want me around anymore?" You asked, hesitantly. 

Her expression was solemn, and she didn't give you an answer. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, before she decided to lay you down on the mountain of plush pillows and pulled the blanket over your body. She patted yiur shoulder, told you she was sure that things will work out the way they're supposed to, and left the room. 

And as you laid there all by yourself in the total darkness, save for the sliver of moonlight that shone through the cracks in between the curtains, you wondered if you would actually be okay. You pondered the various outcomes of your awful deed. The Captain could pretend like nothing has happened, and the two of you could continue your loveless marriage while you live the rest of your life succumbing to the guilt of your own actions. Or he could absolutely fucking lose it. He could kill you, divorce you, deport you back to your nation where your family will ridicule you for being a slut. Either way you were going to lose your mind.

Hours went by and you finally stopped sniffling, as you slowly drifted off, when all of a sudden, you saw the door crack open. 

You thought it was your maid coming in to check on you, but this figure was way too big and too tall to be her. You immediately closed yiur eyes shut, praying to yourself that this was all a dream. Oh, Archon, why did he have to come here now? Will he try to kill you in your sleep? Or will he wake you up for the dreaded conversation?

The sliver of light from the outside hallway disappeared. Then you heard his heavy footsteps, walking slowly over to you. Then, the side of the bed dipped slightly, and he sat there, in complete silence. You wondered what he was thinking. Had he really found out like your maid said? If he did, isn't this too calm of a reaction? 

It took everything in you to keep your body from flinching when The Captain put his large hand on your body, over the blanket. He didn't slap you or anything, his hand just stayed there, and you could feel his gaze almost burning a hole through you. His hand was gloved, still, but it never seems like he ever takes off his garments. You wondered what his skin was like. Was it cold? Warm? Or something else entirely due to the rotting. You wondered if his hands were exposed flesh and bones. 

"I know you're awake," His voice was low. "Will you talk to me?" 

You shifted slightly, a little embarrassed that he could already tell you weren't asleep. Slowly, you opened your eyes. The room was completely dark, and so was he. You could barely make out the shiny outlines of the chains on his mask. You were becoming a little too aware of his hand on your waist, as you turned your body to face his and, with the little courage you had, you whispered, "I'm sorry."

His fingers squeezed lightly, then stopped. 

It seemed like he was waiting for you to continue, so you said while keeping your head down, "You must have already known about what happened." 

"Yes, I have." You tried to look for any anger in his voice, but there wasn't. He sounded almost disappointed. 

"I'm sorry," You couldn't help the tears that were starting to run down your face. "I'm so sorry,  my Lord, I-I made a terrible mistake. I know I-I'm supposed to have some self-control since I'm your wife, but, I'm sorry. I failed you!" You started sobbing.

"No, stop it, stop apologizing," He said, his hand grabbed yours. When you looked up at him, he was the one who kept his head down, while you stared at him with eyes so wide you thought they would fall out of your head. "It's not your fault, you haven't done anything wrong, I was the one who failed to consummate this marriage after all. Should the Tsaritsa be upset, is it I who should bear it." 

Your breathing came out ragged, "But— I'm the one who sinned." You pushed his hands away. You felt so small then, so guilty, like a dog with its tucked tail in between its legs. "Captain, a-aren't you angry at me?" 

He was quiet for a moment, then said, "I am. But not as much as I am with Tartaglia. He knew well that I am away from home frequently, and that... I do not make love to you. He must have seen it as a chance to get close to you. That boy is attracted to you like a butterfly was to a flower. But he shouldn't have gone behind my back to seduce you. You're still mine, after all."

Mine. That part was true. You were The Captain's. That part made your heart ache a little. 

"And you," His voice suddenly dropped lower, and you cowered even further into the sheets and  blankets. He let out a tired sigh, looking down at the floor. "You shouldn't have been so easily swayed by him. You're so... naive, pure. And he has taken advantage of it." 

You pursed your lips together. Your fingers subconsciously pulled on each other. The air in the room was so heavy, it felt suffocating. You wished The Captain would just leave right now. "I'm sorry..." 

He looked at you like that wasn't something he wanted to hear. His gaze dropped to where his hand were resting on the sheets near your leg. They were so big, it looked as though he could wrap all of  his fingers around your thigh with ease. 

"I shall have a word with Childe tomorrow."

Then, before you could even register it, The Captain stood up and made his way towards the door.  Your husband was about to leave, and you were going to be consumed by the lonely darkness again. You didn't want that. This conversation hadn't been sufficient at all, it felt like you barely even got to the root of the problem. You couldn't let him leave, your heart was lonely and you needed him with you. You didn't know why, but you just felt like you needed him. 

"Wait—" You lunged forward. 

The Captain stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder, "Yes?" 

"Please," You uttered. "Let me make it up to you. As your wife." 

"My [Y/N], that's not necessary—"

"Please! My Lord, please let me make it up to you. I've done a terrible thing, please just—" You pleaded. You were at the edge of your bed now, just mere centimeters from toppling over. And you were on your knees, with your hands clasped together as if begging to a God. You might as well be. And you didn't move from that position when The Captain slowly, like an actual predator, walked over to you until his stomach was barely brushing against your nose. 

"You'd be scared to death if you saw it," He said. "You wouldn't even be able to look at me again after if you choose to do this."

In your mind, you wondered if that was what kept him from ever spending the night with you, even  after all those months of being married. At the same time, another part of you wondered if he meant the decay of his body or the size of it. 

"You've never even tried." 

The sight of The Captain towering over yiu was eliciting some kind of strange feeling deep inside you. It was similar to how you felt when you faced him at of the altar at our wedding. His tall frame, and his incredibly broad shoulders, even his big strong arms. You used to imagine being bridal carried by him, you can't remember why you had stopped thinking about it. Even with every milimeter of his body covered, The Captain was still undeniably an attractive man. Maybe unconventional, but attractive nonetheless.

"Are you sure you want to do this, [Y/N]?" He asked. He tensed a little when you put your hands over the clasp of his belt, which, with a nod of your head, you began to undo. But within seconds, his  own hand flew over to grab your, halting your actions. "Just—Hngh, what am I going to do with you?" 

You stared at him through the emotionless mask that hid his face, "My Lord, you're not going to  scare me. I've seen flesh, I've seen blood, bones, and far worse. I can assure you, I won't be scared." 

The Captain seemed to ponder, then he sighed and let go of your hands, allowing you to continue. You sat up a little straighter, making quick work of slipping his belt out from the loops of his pants.  Goosebumps formed on your skin when you felt him reach behind your neck, where he grabbed the  pin holding your hair together in a bun and pulled. It pooled around your shoulders, as he ran his thick fingers through each locks. It felt so strange. The Captain has never shown you much, if any, affection before now.

You knew not much about pleasing your husband, though you have read bits here and there in your  risqué novellas. So, when you were met with the bulge in his underwear after taking his pants off, you began by placing light, almost shy, kisses over it. 

"Hngh..." The Captain grunted as you undressed him fully. 

You weren't sure what to expect, but the rot turned out to be different from what you had imagined. You were fully expecting to suck on exposed bone, but the member that greeted you seemed rather... healthy. He was already half-hard. You took this moment to study him closely, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft to find that they only managed to hold half of his girth. 

"Changing your mind?" He asked through heavy breaths. He seemed more worked up than you would have thought. 

You shook my head, "Just admiring you, is all." The only thing that differentiated his cock from others that probably that it was almost... black? blue? In color. It was like a dark, dark blue, with cracks of glimmering cyan coursing through where you suppose his veins should be. Other than that, he was huge. Way bigger than Childe's, that was for sure. The sight of him made you drool. 

How am I going to fit this monster in my mouth?

With one last glance at him, you began. You stuck my tongue out and lightly licked the tip of his cock, earning a muffled groan from your husband. As if suckling on a lollipop, you swirled your tongue around, lapping up the beads of precum that leaks from it. It tasted mostly salty, with a slight bitterness, one that you didn't really mind. Then, once you managed some confidence, you took him into your mouth, closing your lips around the head of his cock. 

"Haa... [Y/N], you're teasing me..." He growled, threading his fingers through your hair until they bunched up right at the nape of your neck.

A moan as a reply. You couldn't help but furrow your brows as you tried to work yourself down his shaft, but it seemed like an impossible feat. He was way too thick, and you mouth could only open so wide. Both your hands were now around his cock, attemping to jack him off somehow, as you looked up and watched your husband's reaction. His eyes were also on yiu, though you couldn't see them. His fingers then suddenly tightened their grip on your hair and he pulled you towards him. 

And suddenly, you felt his dick at the back of your throat. You gagged, the sound of which made The  Captain's hold on you falter, but only for a second before he was back to dragging you up and down  his massive cock. All you could do at this point was hold onto his thick thighs for support, and steady your ragged breaths. Drool wet the sides of your mouth and dripped down your chin, while your tongue lapped up the underside of his shaft. 

"You fucking slut," His words made your heart race. You have never heard him use such profanities  before. His grip remained firm and his hips began to snap into your mouth, fitting at least three quarters of his length down your throat. "Fuck—You don't know how long I've wanted this, you don't know how much I've wanted to fuck you like this, my wife."

Your eyes rolled back, tears pooling as you barely managed to keep up with his relentless pace. 

"And yet, you allowed another man to take you." Now he just sounded pissed. Maybe he was way more upset about it than he let on. He kept thrusting into your mouth, but you could feel him start to become sloppy. "He's going to pay, and so will you—Fuck!" 

The Captain threw back his head, letting out a guttural moan as he finished with a few more rough thrusts, this time forcing his cock inside all the way to the hilt. Warm, bitter seed filled your mouth, the unfamiliar taste of it made you gag. Although... there was so much of it. How can a person cum this much? It spilled from either sides of your mouth, and he still wasn't even done. The Captain gave one or two shallow thrusts to ride it out completely, before he slowly started to pull out of your mouth. 

When he pulled out, his cum went spilling out, too. You swallowed some, but not all. 

Through tears, you looked up at him, just as he reached out to wipe some of it off of your chin. "Was I too harsh, love?" He asked. 

You shook your head, though your heart did a flip at the nickname. "I'm alright, my Lord." 

He nodded, "That's good. You should... clean up. It's getting late."

He hesitated, as you stared at each other. You wondered what you looked like right now. 

"I must go, I'll see you tomorrow morning, [Y/N]," He leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of your head, before quietly slipping out of your room. 

And that was it. 

That was it?

What the fuck.