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Nervously you walked the streets. As a Demacian you stood out amongst the the usual Bilgewater dwellers.
"I knew I should’ve changed my attire before coming here..“ you muttered to yourself.
The shining demacian steel of your light armour seemed to glow while you traversed the foggy streets. The suffocating smell of rotting fish filled your senses as you decided to take the side streets to have as little eyes on you as possible. You grimaced while stepping over greenish puddles and fish carcasses until your disgust turned to fear. You tightened your grip around the hilt of your sword while focusing on quiet steps behind you. They stopped and you quickened your pace. You swiftly slipped behind some stacked cargo and pressed yourself against the wall of the alleyway behind it. The hair on your neck stood up as the steps inched closer and then stopped abruptly in front of your hiding spot. You squinted your eyes shut and held your breath. After a moment that felt like an eternity the figure uttered some curses before stomping forth. Your eyes still closed you let out an exasperated sigh. Before you could breathe back in you got interrupted by a relentless pressure against your throat.
“Silence.” the culprit growled into your ear.
The low raspy voice sounded more demanding than threatening, although the hook against your throat was quite the threat. You dared not to make a sound as you noticed the figure from before passing by again. As the steps and curses faded into the distance once again the man in front of you removed the pressure on you neck. As you took in a shaky breath the man stood up straight, scanning you with his dark eyes. You couldn’t see a lot in the dark alleyway but you could make out deep scars along his features, partially hidden by a red mask adorning his face. Before you mustered the courage to speak his calloused hands inspected the imprint on your armor.
"Demacia..right?“
You silently nodded and tried to stand up straight yourself, your shaky panting revealing your fear.
“You don’t belong here. Leave, before they drag you under.”
His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine along with his hand now moving up to your cheek, gently stroking your hair behind your ear.
“Thank you..”
Before you could finish these words the man turned around, ready to dive back into the shadows of Bilgewater.
“Wait! At least tell me your name!”
He turned around and roughly pushed you against the wall again.
“Mouthy after I just saved your life?”
You struggled to answer as he silently pushed down your hand, sword partially drawn. Without him even saying a word you dropped your weapon like a startled deer. His hands moved up to press your forearm against the wall. Your breathing quickened and your cheeks grew red as his hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His body inched closer, his knee found its way between your legs. He let go of your chin and pulled down his mask, the deep scars reached far down his face, they cut through his lips even.
“Pyke.”
You opened your mouth slightly. Resulting in a surprised stare from the other. He leaned closer, you do not refuse.
“No...disgust?”
His question sounds sad, almost frightened.
You shook your head. He freed your hand and you softly followed the scars along his jaw. Your blush must have been visible even in the dark alleyway and Pyke understood. He leaned closer, your finger loosely tracing the scar on his lips. He pushed it away slowly and closed the distance between you two.
His rough lips pressed against yours hungrily, his tongue slipped in without restraint and the tall man indulged like he hadn’t felt a person’s warmth in ages. He deepened the kiss and his knee pushed even further. You moaned into the kiss which pushed the man to get even more aggressive. He pulled away to leave marks on you neck. Now you realised just how cold he was, his tongue felt like ice against your hot skin. His teeth grazed against your neck until he bit down to cover the cold of his tongue with the warmth of your blood. You hissed at the pain but it distracted you from him swiftly removing your armor. He apologetically licked over the wound and looked down to inspect your tight clothing which was previously hidden by demacian steel. His calloused hands moved underneath and you leaned into him encouraging him as he touched your chest. Your shaking hands moved further down his torso until they traced along his length. He hummed into the kiss and you tried your luck at the hem of his pants. You pulled away from the kiss to inspect the weird layers of fabric and ropes and Pyke huffs at your unsuccessful attempt to take them off. Red faced and embarrassed you watched him remove his lower garments. You caught yourself staring and look away swiftly. He inched closer again, now kissing your neck and his cold enveloped you once again. His rough hands found their way into your pants and your breathing quickened as you roll your hips against his touch.
"P-Pyke..“
„Shhh...“
He shushed you but you can’t stay quiet with his hands moving so lewdly, creating indecent sounds between you two.
"Y-you- please..“
Without hesitation he turned you around and kissed your nape. Desperately he pushed his member against your lower back, slowing rutting against it. Teasingly slowly he pushed it down against your entrance. Then suddenly he thrusted his entire length into you, you winced out in pain but his strong hand covered your mouth tightly. He embraced your fragile body and picked up the pace. Enticed by your warmth he couldn’t help himself from reaching your deepest parts. He uncovered your mouth and tilted your head towards him, silencing your sweet sounds after looking into your eyes for a moment that felt just too short. You felt yourself coming close to climax as Pyke picked up the pace. He lets out a soft moan as he cums inside. Your legs shook as his fluid ran down your inner thighs.
„Y/N..“