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It's after midnight when you open the door to your apartment feeling ready to collapse. April showers bring May flowers is what they say, and apparently it also brings an increase of wanderers, too.
Spring seems to be the season where instead of powerful individual wanderers being around, there are instead groups of incredibly annoying little bastards. They aren't hard to deal with individually, but it takes so much time to go from incident to incident multiple times a day that your stamina is drained by the sheer volume of them.
Normally you work a fairly predictable schedule, but it has turned on its head and you are living in constant on-call mode. You haven't had a break in over two weeks. Part of that is your own fault, though. If you really need one you know you can ask Captain Jenna and she would approve it right away.
But even exhausted, you find pushing yourself to be constantly busy helps keep your mind off of things you'd rather not deal with. Like how little else you have going on in life. No hobbies unless posting on Moments counts, barely any friends outside work colleagues, and you haven't been on a date in years at this point.
You shuffle out of your shoes and make your way to the bathroom, desperate to get clean. You want to wash away the grime of the last 24 hours immediately.
As you turn on the shower, you are too impatient to wait for it to heat up properly. It's still cold when you step in. The sting of water hits various bruises and small wounds that cover your body; proof of the accumulated damage of being a busy Hunter.
Not wanting to linger and let the water keep hitting your sore spots, you are efficient in washing only what you need to with no indulgence. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, final rinse, done.
By the time you step out and turn off the shower, the water could almost pass for lukewarm.
After that much needed, albeit short, shower, you wrap up in a large fluffy towel and plop down on the couch. You turn the TV on and put on an old movie, something you've seen a dozen times before. Comforting and familiar.
You plan to just watch it for long enough to calm down from the work day before you go to bed for real, but as you lay down on the sofa, your head meets a pillow, and you grab one of the blankets hanging over the back of the couch. Just five more minutes until you get up, you tell yourself.
Five minutes comes and goes, and you are out like a light. Something about the movie's gentle sounds and music sends you into a world of dreams so easily.
You begin to fall into a fuzzy feeling of exhaustion. Even as you dream you can't relax and you wish someone could help you with that.
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Fingers trace long slow patterns across your collarbone, down along your shoulder, and then back again. The feather light touch sends a pleasant shiver through you. Another hand is slowly stroking your hair, taking its time to slide through the strands, careful to avoid pulling at any tangles left behind from not drying your hair properly.
Under your head, the soft pillow has been replaced by a warm supportive thigh. The feel of expensive fabric and the scents of cologne and gun smoke makes you realize that Sylus is the one touching you so gently.
You don't remember letting him in, how did he get into your apartment without you waking up?
Your brain is sluggish as it attempts to apply logic to the situation, but your thoughts fade away as the sensations along your skin and hair pull you into something soft.
It can't keep you like that forever though, and soon enough you speak up.
“Sylus, what are you doing here?” Your voice slurs with sleep.
“Hmmm? I was hoping you could tell me, kitten. You're the one who summoned me.” Sylus' reply doesn't make any sense to you.
You crack an eye open and try to turn your head to look at him. The fingers in your hair put the slightest resistance against you in response, preventing you from moving. It isn't enough to seriously stop you if you really wanted to, but feeling his hand against you emphasizes just how large and strong his hands are compared to the size of you. The pressure and mild restraint twist something in your gut that you refuse to name.
Your body betrays your feelings, however, as a sudden rush of heat shoots down and you squirm where you lay, mindlessly rubbing your thighs together.
“Hahaha.” Sylus laughs in rich amusement. “So that's what you needed me here for. And so soon after your visit where you attempted to tame me. Is this supposed to be my turn to tame you now?”
This is a dream. Your thoughts circle around that, filling in the blanks of how you don't remember him getting here, how he is touching you like this, and the information that the real Sylus would never ever find out from you unless you wanted to die of embarrassment.
“It looks like I don't really need to tame you though, do I, kitten?” Sylus laments and he's right. Right now you are boneless in his lap, not even trying to resist him like you would on any other day.
“It's only because I've been so tired, Sylus.” You admit. If this was a dream, there was no harm in saying whatever you wanted.
“Hmmm, tell me.” Sylus prompts you.
“I've been on call the last two weeks. Been working nonstop the entire time. When I do get home, I can't relax. I'm too keyed up.”
“Too much work makes for a sad kitten.” Sylus commiserates.
His hand on your shoulder moves on to stroking your entire back. The towel you had wrapped around you after the shower is still there, but it is beginning to fall away, leaving your back exposed as you clutch it to your front.
“If you're too keyed up, then that's exactly what I can help you with.” Sylus continues. “But only if you want me to.”
You close your eyes again, contemplating his offer. Although today took a lot out of you already, tomorrow is your first day off while not being on call. Why not indulge and let your dream help you out?
“Mmmm, I would like that very much.” You say, and this time instead of trying to look up to his face, you turn over and pull yourself closer to his body, nuzzling into him. You bury your face into his sweater, right where his lower abs are firm under the soft fabric. You breathe in the scent of him like it's an anchor to hold on to, else you'll drift away.
“Tell me what you need, kitten.” Sylus says quietly above you. Even with your eyes closed, it's like you can sense him trying to look into your soul. You wonder what expression he’s making right now. It makes you hold him tighter.
“I want you to touch me. Like what you've been doing. But also more than that. You just being here works me up so much, Sylus.” The words come out in a demanding tone, you don't bother to hide your honest feelings for how much he affects you. It's easy to be direct in a dream after all.
You swear Sylus stops breathing for a few seconds. His hand on your back pauses, a brief flicker, before it resumes its path down your back.
“Are you sure? You haven't acted like you've wanted me like that before now. When you tried to tame me in that dream, I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. If having me on my knees meant you desired me or hated me.” Sylus keeps asking questions you don't want to bother about, but dreams don't often make sense, do they?
“How could I not want you, Sylus?” You let out a long sigh as you speak, still feeling drifty. “You're gorgeous. And frustrating, but I think I like that. And I didn't have any control over that dream from before, it just happened, just like this one.”
Sylus is quiet for a long time. The silence stretches on for so long that it is almost enough to make you uneasy. The only thing keeping you from reacting is his hands on you never stop moving, proving he's simply deep in thought.
“Why haven't you ever said anything before now?” He finally asks.
For a moment you consider being silent for the same amount of time as he was before responding, just to make him squirm for once. But you don't want to be mean to him. Not like that at least.
“Too scared.” You say simply.
“Of me?” Sylus asks, his voice so quiet it's just a breath of sound.
“No.” You're firm in your answer. “I'm used to being left behind, used to figuring it out alone. Asking someone for something or admitting what I feel is hard. Honestly, I don't have a lot of good experience with dating or sex. I always seem to want too much or not in the right way. It's been years since I've bothered because life got so… complicated.”
While you speak, you feel Sylus hold his breath as he listens intently to your words. When you finish he finally lets it out to breathe normally again.
“You can ask me for anything you want, kitten. It would be my pleasure to help you embrace being greedy for once.” Sylus says all the right things, lately he always does, how does he do that? “You deserve so much more.”
“Ha, yeah right.” You say with a slight edge to your tone, trying to hide how much you find his words sweet.
“You have a habit of brushing my affection off, acting like it doesn't affect you. But I've been paying attention, sweetie, your ears always go red giving your true feelings away.” Sylus fondly teases you.
You move a hand up to quickly cover the ear exposed to him, but that just makes Sylus laugh. The sound is slightly muffled as you continue to hide your ear from him.
For a minute, he lets the silence rest comfortably between the two of you. You move your hand away from your ear to hear better, and then absentmindedly run your fingers along the smooth leather of his belt instead. After you've gone back and forth a few times, Sylus continues the conversation.
“You said you want too much. Well, what do you want?” Sylus asks directly.
You hesitate for a moment while considering if you should just say something basic and vanilla. But you feel his hand still gliding up and down your back, the feeling slow and soft as it sends tingling sensations down to your toes.
Why not say what you want? You're dreaming after all, you tell yourself, although your belief of that is slipping away. Your denial that this is real is the only thing sustaining it; it feels too good to be true.
“I like these soft sweet touches as much as anyone, but…” You bite your lip, struggling to say it.
“C'mon kitten, tell me your desires.” Sylus says and the hand on your back gives you a small squeeze. “I'll still be here after you say them.”
Reassured, you continue. “... but I've always wanted something more rough, I think.”
“Rough in what way? There's a lot of options out there, sweetie.” Sylus doesn't let you leave it at just that.
“I… want to be told what to do, but I don't want to follow it so easily. I want to be pinned down and struggle a bit.” The more you say, the easier it is to keep going. “I want to have someone use me, take control and manipulate my body to their pleasure. All the while I don't want just nice cute words, but dirty talk. I want to hear what I'm doing is so filthy, while also being praised for how good I am at it.”
The words tumble out of you in a rush until you stop abruptly as latent embarrassment sneaks up on you, shutting you up. Your face feels like it's on fire, and you're so glad Sylus can't see your expression right now because you don't know if you could handle his reaction yet.
But he's a man of his word. Sylus is still there, he hasn't left or moved off the couch, his hands continue to stroke your back and hair the same as before. The only difference you pick up is it feels like he's purposefully breathing in a controlled manner, like he's trying to hold something back.
“All of those things sound absolutely divine.” Sylus finally breaks the quiet that has settled in the room. “I wondered a little, if you were interested in things like that, but to hear it from your own lips… you really want to test my self-control, don't you?”
You stay where you are, hiding your face against his sweater while your heart pounds.
“From what you described,” He continues. “And from how much fun you have when you try to get one over on me, it sounds like you're a proper brat, aren't you?”
This time he waits for a response from you, and you mumble out a quiet “maybe”.
“If I take your maybe as a yes. Then I'd have to say I don't mind that at all.” Sylus says. Then he lowers his head down and you feel his breath by your ear as he says in a tantalizing whisper. “I have a feeling you'll like what I can do to satisfy those desires. Why not let yourself give in and try it?”
You shudder as his voice vibrates low in your ear. Any feeling of soft relaxation is gone, in its place you feel full of a buzzing energy like a rubber band waiting to snap.
You stay on your side, eyes closed tight as you let yourself direct that energy to where you desperately want it to go.
“You talk a lot, don't you?” You point out breathlessly.
Adrenaline rushes through you as you consciously choose to add some brattiness to your tone. “You asked me what I wanted and I told you… but here you are not doing a thing. Can you even do what I want, Sylus?”
His hand stops moving on your back. The air in the room feels electrified with the charge of important choices being made. You worry that perhaps you pushed a little too much like this, too close to the edge in a way you never have before.
You open your mouth to backtrack, to take it back. Before you can get a word out, however, the hand in your hair slides deeper into your hair, getting a firm grasp near your roots. And then your head is pulled up sharply.
Your eyes snap open at the sudden movement. Any words you were going to say are lost in a gasp, and even that is cut off when he covers your mouth with his other hand, forcing you to keep quiet.
He maneuvers you so your head is still in his lap, but you're flat on your back now, staring straight up. For the first time tonight, you look at him, and what you see makes your blood run hot.
Crimson eyes flash in amusement as something dangerous lurks deep within. There is challenge in those eyes, and a lust that he does not hide. To be the focus of that intensity sends a thrill through you.
“Tsk, tsk. Someone wants to be a bad kitten, don't they?” Sylus says in a light tone, but you doubt he's going to let you talk like that without consequence.
“Perhaps you do need someone to tame you. Such a bratty attitude like that needs attention, doesn't it, sweetie?” Sylus gives you a devilish smirk as he speaks. “Give me everything you got, I can take it. I have a feeling you'll want to get in line for me soon enough.”
You furrow your brow at him, glaring daggers. Your blood pumps fast, the heat of it pooling low in your belly as you imagine the promise his words will hold. But you don't want to give in yet and go down without a fight. He has to earn it.
Your mouth is still covered, though, stopping you from talking back at him. You attempt to jerk your head to the side, but he holds you in place. Your arms and legs have not been restrained however.
In a flash you have your hands up, using both to push away at the one large hand covering half of your face, getting just enough space to spit out a few words.
“Why don't you make me?”
His hand lands back over your mouth in a flash, pressing against you firmer than before.
Oh, but it is worth it. You smile like a Cheshire cat and you know he can feel you do so under his palm.
Sylus’ sharp red eyes darken as they look down on you. He answers your antics with another sharp smile and words dripping in poisoned honey. “Be careful what you ask for, kitten. You might just get it.”
There's only enough time to feel a small lick of fear and anticipation in your body before he's standing up, pulling you upright with him. You follow along clumsily, held up and directed by his hold on you. Stumbling as you walk, he keeps your body held close to his as he heads right for your bedroom.
Along the way, the towel that has been clinging to you finally drops to the floor, leaving you completely bare. The cool air of the room is a stark contrast to the heat you feel in the places you feel Sylus holding you.
Now in the bedroom, Sylus tosses you onto the bed, letting you bounce and land splayed out on your back. As you steady yourself, the lamp in the corner of the room is turned on and you hear a satisfied low whistle that makes you turn in his direction.
Sylus drinks you in, eyes roving over your body, taking his time to pay attention to every part of you. You feel the heat of his gaze hone in on the intimate core of your body. There's no hiding how much you want him, your legs are spread apart enough that he can easily see how wet you are already.
He starts to strip, pulling his sweater up and tossing it behind him. With a clink and a slide, his belt is set aside on top of your dresser. His pants are next, he lets them fall to the ground as he steps out of them.
Now that he's down to just a pair of black boxer briefs, you see a large outline of how hard he already is for you. It makes your breath hitch to be the one looking now. You look and look and look, and all the while you see him getting harder the longer your eyes are on him.
And then his underwear is gone.
You have no defenses now, you couldn't hide how much you want him if you tried. Instead, you funnel that want into fuel for more words to challenge him. You want to see how much he will work to take the lead from you.
“Impressive, but just because you have the tools doesn't mean you know how to use them.”
It would take more than a simple pull of your hair and some manhandling to make you quiet.
It feels good to let that clever cutting part of you shine bright in this moment. You've never known what to do with it. It usually feels so mean, so rude. But you can't hold back now. Not with Sylus. Not with how you see it stir him up. You want him, blood and bullets and all. If he wants you, he has to embrace your thorns as well.
Sylus prowls slowly towards the bed, a large predator observing its prey.
“I think you'll find my skills will go beyond your baseline standards, sweetie.” His own edge is there, and you revel in the playfulness that lurks beneath. He understands your game and is willing to play.
“Hmph, if you think I'll give in that easily, you'll be sorely disappointed.” Even as you say the words you feel your heart skip a beat as he gets on the bed and makes his way towards you. You try to move back as your body reacts on instinct to protect itself while using your arms to try to sit up.
But as you attempt to move, Sylus grabs you by the ankle and yanks you to him. You let out a squeal of delight and surprise as you slide on the sheets, losing your balance and landing fully flat on your back once again.
Sylus climbs on top of you and pins your legs down with his own. He uses one hand to hold your arms above your head while the other cups your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb a few times before gently flicking across it.
In this position, he has access to everything. Your incredible vulnerability hits you. He could do anything to you. A little fear makes you pant in excitement. It turns you on further; your nipples harden to his continuous touch, and more slick accumulates along the folds of your neglected untouched pussy.
You let out a little whine and look up at him, trying your best to put on an innocent expression with big eyes while batting your lashes.
“Oh, what's this? Trying to act cute to get something you need?” Sylus teases you.
He knows exactly what you want, you attempt to press your sex up against his body, but its in vain as he keeps just far enough out of reach that you get no relief.
“I was told that I might not be up to the task, so you'll have to tell me exactly what you want. I wouldn't want to get it wrong, would I, sweetie?”
There it is. He's trapped you in your own words, twisting your bratty logic against you, forcing you to essentially admit you need him and ask for his help, or try to resist further and prolong this process or even possibly miss out on what you are desperately craving.
Perhaps you could have held out for longer if both of you weren't completely naked and he didn't have you pinned down to the bed using his superior weight and strength to immobilize you.
Still, enough pride remains that you clamp your mouth shut and squirm beneath him, trying to see if there are any weak points in his hold.
Of course there are none. And Sylus sees you figure that out as you go limp, breathing heavy from the unsuccessful escape attempts.
“Beg for it, kitten.” He commands with a heated dark edge.
“Beg me. Tell me what you want me to do. And if you ask me nicely for what you need, well… we'll both find out how much you can take.”
Having a voice so seductive should be illegal. You don't have any defenses against it, your self control crumbles as it is given a direct path to exactly what you really want. No amount of pride can stop you now.
You open your mouth and mumble something out, saying it so fast that even you don't quite know what you said. You blush immediately for trying to say it out loud. Pride may be gone, but the embarrassment of saying outright the dirty things you want him to do to you is still there.
“Hmmm, what was that? I think a kitten has a hairball caught in her throat.”
You try again, this time it comes out even quieter, while still just as fast. This does not improve the clarity of your response.
“Ohhh, poor thing… If you can't speak properly then I'll just have to assume you're begging for my help.” Sylus says with mock pity.
He moves his hand away from tormenting your nipples, and brings it up to your mouth. You close it tight, but he presses his thumb against it until you let him in.
When he gains access, he pushes his thumb in along with his pointer finger. Before you can react, he traps your tongue between the two, pulling it out of your mouth to examine it. He takes his time and you feel saliva pool until it runs out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your chin.
“Hmmm, it's not your tongue that's the problem. I'll have to investigate further.”
He releases your tongue and pushes his pointer and middle finger in together. You clamp your lips around them and suck, curling your now returned tongue around them. Sylus lets out a pleased sound while he pushes his fingers in deeper before slipping them out.
“Too bad… It looks like whatever's wrong with your mouth needs more than just my fingers.” Sylus runs his now wet fingers back down to your nipples, teasing them again with the new wetness.
“Don't worry, kitten, I have just the 'tool' that will help clear your throat for you. Maybe then you'll be able to speak clearly for me.”
The implication of his words makes your mouth water. He leans down to whisper in your ear, temporarily changing the tone of his voice to a softer, less playful one.
“If you need to pause or stop, say red or close both hands into fists. Understood?”
Heart hammering in your ears, you whisper out a “yes”. Satisfied, he pulls back into his confident playful aura.
He lets go of your hands, but you still can't move them. Glancing up, you realize he's used his Evol to restrain you. Your legs also have ribbons of his dark red energy spreading them apart while conveniently keeping you from trying to break free.
Sylus moves forward, going from being horizontal over top of you to on his knees straddling your torso. He adjusts you to rest mostly upright against several pillows. At this new angle, the pressure on your neck from looking up at him is relieved, you hadn't even noticed the feeling until it was gone.
You don't quite know what he is going to do next until he leans forward, bracing one hand on the headboard, angling his cock down, pressing the tip against your lips.
You swipe your tongue out to it and catch a drop of precum. He inhales sharply, and uses his free hand to grab you by your chin, tilting your head up until you're making eye contact with him.
“Open and suck.” Sylus commands.
The heat in his eyes sends fire through your veins. You feel it pool hot in your belly, an inferno that melts you down to a puddle of needy want with a dripping, wet cunt.
He uses his hold on your jaw to pull your mouth open. You barely resist. There's no pretending like you don't want to know what his cock will feel like when he forces it down your throat.
Mouth open wide, he pushes forward. As it slides in, you hear words of encouragement fall from his lips
“Good girl, that's it.”
“Take a little more.”
“Show me how much can fit in that smart mouth of yours.”
The feeling of his hard length pushing in is bliss. His cock glides against the wetness of your mouth. Feeling how hard he is under the thin sensitive skin makes you hum in appreciation. You drag your tongue along a defined vein on the underside of his shaft.
It doesn't take long before you're halfway down his cock, your mouth feeling full with so much still to go. Sylus doesn't let up though, he continues to force your jaw wide open with how thick he is, pushing in as he works to reach the back of your throat. He moves his hand away from your face and slides his fingers through your hair again, getting a good grip.
You relax your body, focusing on suppressing your gag reflex. Your eyes go half lidded, lost in the pleasure of him on your tongue. He finally bottoms out, pressing your lips to the base of his cock and you can't breathe for a moment. He holds you there for a second longer and then is sliding back, letting you breathe in through your nose, desperate for oxygen.
The reprieve is short-lived, as Sylus quickly begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. You let him do as he pleases, not resisting as he face fucks you. With your hands and legs bound, there is no escape from the position you're in. Knowing he has total control over your body is far more arousing than you had expected.
Your mind sinks into a luscious state of ecstasy caused by his dominating actions. While the thoughts of his control fill your mind, you glance up at Sylus. He catches you looking at him, and you see his right eye glow red. Your desire is communicated plainly to him like this, you know he sees it clearly, both the pleasure that builds now as well as a confirmation of your desire for him.
The grip in your hair tightens and he increases the speed of his thrusts, getting rougher in his handling of you. His breathing is ragged as he fucks your mouth, only interrupted when he lets out a low moan. It pairs well with the wet noises that come from your throat.
You keep eye contact all the while, your eyes conveying how much you want this. It's a thrill to be so helpless like this, unable to stop him from using you. You want to taste him so badly as he cums while thrusting deep down your throat. Or feel him pull out to cover your face and body with thick white ropes of it, marking you with his release that you can then lick and swallow down anyway.
Sylus sees all of your filthy thoughts in his mind as his aether core reads your desires.
“Such a dirty girl, aren't you?” Sylus voice is rougher now. “You crave to be used. Look how easily you let me fuck your throat; such a good little slut to take me so deep. Maybe I should give you a reward? Would you like to taste my cum, kitten?”
You whine at his teasing while nodding your head even though it's not an easy movement in this position. Your sounds are muffled by the cock in your mouth, but your enthusiasm is still easily communicated.
“Your desires… are finally clear.” Sylus says slowly as you hang onto every word. “You've been so good for me… I love how your throat bulges as I slide my cock in and out of your mouth.”
His praise makes your pussy flutter and you can't help but let out a moan. An indulgent smile flits across his face as he continues to utter filthy words.
“Does hearing how good you are to use turn you on? I bet your cunt is dripping wet just from getting face fucked, isn't it?” Sylus’ smile feels dirtier when paired with his vulgar questions.
“Need me to give you all my cum, don't you? Then take it. Take it all and don't let a single drop go to waste.” Sylus’ thrusts start to lose precision as he speeds up, his body starting to tense as he nears his peak.
Your jaw aches from being wide open for so long. Every fiber of your body works to keep yourself steady knowing that he's so close to giving you what you want.
“Yes… yes… yes… just like that. Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum down your throat, kitten.” Sylus unravels above you, his voice breathless, and you feel a pulse of hot, thick cum start to flow.
He spills his seed down your throat with one more thrust, pushing in as far as your body can take it. Both of his hands move to hold the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he fills you with his release.
“Swallow, sweetie. Drink it all down like the good little slut you are.” Sylus commands as he tightens his grip. He holds you so close to his body that your nose presses up against his pubic mound.
“That's it… such a good girl.”
When you feel like you're almost running out of air, he pulls out of your mouth. You gasp, taking in deep breaths while your mind and body catch up to all the sensations happening. You notice your hands and legs are no longer bound, but you barely move anyway as you catch your breath.
Sylus is breathing just as heavy as you are and his eyes are glassy in a post-orgasmic haze. He stays where he is above you for a moment before he moves off you carefully. He lowers himself down onto the bed next to you, laying on his side facing you.
Before you can move from where you lay, he's already pulling you over to him. You let him do so, simply holding out your arms to hug him close as he wraps his own tightly around you.
Sylus tilts his head down to seek out your lips with his own. as you share lingering needy kisses together. Mouths meet openly as lingering needy kisses are shared. His tongue slides against yours, exploring the inside of your mouth as he takes his time as you both enjoy each other. You have so much spit all over your mouth and chin that the kisses quickly grow messy and wet, and Sylus seems to crave it. He licks and sips it down like the sweetest nectar.
You finally pull back to take a gasp of air, seeking temporary reprieve by burying your head into the crook of his neck. Sylus chuckles, the deep vibration of it travels directly from his throat to your cheek pressed against it.
“I hope you haven't lost all your energy yet, sweetie. The second part of your reward is still to come."