Crimson Eyes Of Desire

Crimson Eyes Of Desire

Prompt 31: Monster Fucking Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Worried after waking up to find that your husband's side of the bed was empty, you go on a search around your house to find him. Eventually, you find him outside, drenched in sweat and acting distance. He is hesitant to tell you what's wrong, but after a bit of prying, you finally learn the shocking truth... Warnings: Monster Fucking, Teratophilia, Hemipenes, Slight Claustrophobia Kink, Slight Dumbification, Mention Of Oviposition, Voice Kink, Biting, Marking, Acid Burns, Blood, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Breeding, Syzoth In Heat And Needs Some Help From His Loving Wife... Word Count: 4k A/N: Well, holy fuck! We did it! 😂 I did not think I would make it through the entire prompt list when starting Kinktober, but here we are! I honestly couldn't have done it without all of your support. I really appreciate it. I hope you have enjoyed Kinktober from me, and if any of you want part two of any of these fics, let me know. I already have ideas for more in the future. 🤭 Anyway, I wanted to make this last prompt special, so I went all out. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy Halloween, friends! 💚🖤💚🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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In my slumber, I brushed my hand against the mattress beside me to feel for my husband. But surprisingly, I found nothing. The feeling of the empty space next to me on the bed jolted me awake. Confused by this—since Syzoth would always stay by my side while I slept—I got up and began checking each room of our house for him.

I first went to the bathroom, assuming that he most likely had to use it and snuck off because he was too embarrassed to let me know. I knocked a few times and received no answer. Sighing, I opened the door in hopes he was in there. But my suspicion was shot down when I found an empty room before me.

Then I went to the kitchen, figuring that he needed a mid-night snack. Again, I found nothing—not even a crumb that would tell me he had been there for that very reason. Now very concerned about my lover, I began checking every room frantically, worried that something had happened to him.

Shocked to find no trace of Syzoth, my last option was outside. I put on my robe and slowly opened the front door. I wasn't the biggest fan of going outside at night, but I had to make sure that Syzoth was okay. I stood on the front porch and listened for any signs of his presence. Other than the sound of a light breeze brushing through the branches of trees and an owl in the distance, everything was fairly quiet. That was until I heard the rustling of a nearby bush.

Slowly, I left the safety of our porch and approached the bush before me. I knew it was risky, but I had to know if it was him. I was careful not to step on any branches as I walked through our yard, leaving the only sound I produced to be my slippers dragging along the grass. Finally, I rounded the bush to find Syzoth. I was relieved... For a moment...

Then I noticed how flushed and sweaty his skin was. He clearly knew of my presence, but refused to look in my direction.

"Do not come any closer!" He warned in a tone that sounded more like an animalistic growl than anything.

"Syzoth," I spoke as softly and calmly as I possibly could to sooth my husband of whatever had been troubling him. "What's wrong?"

I took another step towards him, and he quickly shifted away from me. I instantly took notice of how his breathing grew heavier as he did so, and I quickly became more concerned about his well-being.

"I-I told you to stay away!" He yelled through clenched teeth, his body growing even more visibly tense by the second.

His tone shocked me, but there was something in it that sounded like he felt guilty for treating me in such a way. Syzoth was usually a very calm and down-to-earth person, not like this—not with me. As much as he protested, I came forward and slowly—like I was trying not to scare off a frightened, wild animal—kneeled beside him. He turned himself away from me and hugged his knees to his chest as his body began to tremble violently. It was almost like... He was afraid?

"Syzoth, I am your wife!" I reminded him in a firm manner. "Now you need to tell me what's wrong!"

He heaved a deep sigh as his body tensed due to my close presence. Despite wanting so badly to know why my husband was acting so differently towards me, I let him take his time. He was clearly struggling to even function at the moment, let alone talk about it.

"T-T-There is something I never told you." He stammered in so quietly that it was almost inaudible, like he was about to share a secret with me. It almost sounded as if he was about to cry. "I feared it might have scared you away."

"Well, what is it?" I pried, and he went silent for a moment, as if he didn't trust his voice to speak.

"In Zaterran culture, we are known to... Mate with our lovers." He explained cautiously. "There is a lengthy courting process that we have never finished, which leads to a mating ritual we do to seal our bond for good. And right now, I'm..."

"What?"

"I'm in heat... And I really need to finish that mating ritual now..." He admitted timidly, looking back at me for the first time. I was shocked to see his pupils so dilated that those beautiful lime-green eyes—which I adored so much—were almost completely swallowed up by the two black holes, which led right to his soul and showed me his hunger. This man was clearly starving for some much-needed attention. 

"O-Ok," I stuttered while looking up at him through my lashes in a shy manner. I could feel my cheeks burn with a sudden heat of desire, and I swallowed thickly before muttering my next choice of words. "H-How do you... Mate?"

The Zaterran seemed too ashamed of his needs to speak for a moment, his lips pursing in a thin line as he contemplated the next words to come out of his mouth. He lowered his head, his eyes averting mine as his shoulders dropped in defeat.  Then he exhaled deeply to prepare himself for what he was about to tell me.

"Well, I will start by transforming into my natural form." He froze for a minute, his eyes examining me to see if I was comfortable with what he was saying. Once he was sure that I seemed okay, he continued explaining. "Then I will begin rubbing myself against you to mark my scent on you. After that, I will enter you and begin breeding you. It will be a long process, but an enjoyable one. Once I finally reach my limit, I will proceed to fill you with my seed to impregnate you with my young."

A thousand thoughts fell into my mind at once, like a hail storm. I placed two fingers on each of my temples, rubbing them in slow and circular movements. It was a lot to take in—almost too much—but Syzoth needed this. So how could I deny my husband of it?

"This... Is a lot to take in..." I huffed a short laugh to tame the awkward aura that had fallen between us. "However, I'll be willing to do this... For you."

"Really? You're not uncomfortable with—with making love to my natural form?" He asked while glancing back at me with wide eyes, evidently astonished by my declaration.

"Of course not, Syzoth." Smiling reassuringly, I placed my hand on his clammy one. "I love you—all of you."

The worry in my husband's eyes melted away with pure love as he squeezed my hand tightly, soon leading me back into the house. Once we returned to our bedroom, we wasted no time and got fully undressed. He asked me to remove my own clothes, since if he were to do it for me, he could lose all control and rip them to shreds.

Did that make me even more nervous for what was to come? Yes. But I would try to be strong for him—I would endure all he would give me. The wild hunger in his eyes was growing by the second as we came closer and closer to starting the ritual. He took a step forward, stalking towards me like a predator hunting its prey.

"W-What about a safe word?" I suggested nervously, and he stopped in his tracks, raising an intrigued brow.

"A safe word?" He parroted as an amused smirk toyed on his lips.

"Yeah! It's something someone says during sex, so their lover knows that they have had too much." I explained, getting quite into the idea of it. Any other day, we would not need to have such an odd rule during our love-making. However, Syzoth was in a very wild state—one that would make it difficult for him to control himself. This was the only thing that somewhat calmed my nerves because I knew that Syzoth would stop at the quietest mutter of the chosen word.

He merely chuckled at the suggestion but nodded his head to show that I had been heard. "And what would your safe word be?"

I thought for a moment before the perfect word struck me. "Umm, mercy?"

"Mercy?" He laughed almost mockingly. "You would want me to grant mercy on you if things get too rough?"

"It's the best I got, ok?" I scoffed, my arms folding across my chest as my lips formed a pout. 

"Okay, okay." His laughter finally died down into words. "Mercy it is."

Now that that was clarified, that raw craving for me was clear in his eyes again. He took another step closer; his muscles rippled as his clothing strained to contain his broad chest. It was like he was filled with so much arousal that he was growing larger. Perhaps that was a Zaterran thing.

"So beautiful..." He growled lowly, his voice filled with a primal longing and hunger. Once he stood right in front of me—his tall form towering over my own to make me feel small and vulnerable—he then leaned into me closely, his body pressing into mine in a dominant way. His voice was so quiet that it was almost inaudible, but still somehow clear as water. "I'm going to make you mine."

An almost hypnotic sense of seduction and lust filled the words he spoke. For a moment, it felt as if my body was being caressed not just by Syzoth but also by his words themselves.

Being lulled into this moment of intoxicating seduction, I almost didn't even notice it when he changed into his natural form. It wasn't like I hadn't seen it before; when we were alone, he always transformed into it to loung around the house or in our backyard to soak up the rays of sun through his scales. But still, Syzoth was full of surprises. I realized this when I glanced down to discover that reptiles and humans were more different from each other than I thought.

"Two?! You have two?!" I shrieked, stumbling backwards as my mind grew way too overstimulated with all this new information it was receiving about my husband. My eyes were now glued to these two, long beasts of cocks before me. I couldn't believe it—they looked so unreal. Thick and veiny with knots on both heads, along with sharp-looking spines along the sides. The sight made me quite anxious.

"Yes, (Y/N). I have two penises." He confirmed, his voice now rough like gravel in his reptilian form. Though I didn't necessarily need him to, thanks to being able to see for myself, my sanity did because it was so damn unbelievable. "Usually, they would both enter the female's vagina at once to help the breeding process. However, I think you are too small to take both at once."

I thought of a solution to this dilemma, but it didn't take long for one to hit me like a truck. "You could put it in... My other hole?"

"Really? Would you be comfortable with that?" He narrowed his now-ruby eyes at me, clearly uncertain of what I was suggesting. It was so sweet that, despite being in this state, he was still insistent on making sure that I was comfortable with all that we did.

"Yeah. Honestly, I think it would make this feel even better." I stated, climbing onto the bed to get into position on my back. The Zaterran climbed on top of me just seconds later, his weight pushing me into the mattress as he got ready to begin.

His body brushed up against me, and with a quick nod of his head, he began nuzzling my throat. It took me a moment to figure out what he was doing, but once I remembered his words—about marking me with his scent—I spread my limbs out on the bed to allow him better access to my body. He continued to wiggle and rub against me, and I had to keep from laughing a few times due to how comical the situation was. Once he was finished, he nudged his nose under my jawline and inhaled deeply.

"Perfect," he uttered while his large hands gripped my forearms tightly to hold me down. Clearly, his work was a success, and he was ready to continue on with the ritual. "Are you ready, sunflower?"

"Yes." I breathed, closing my eyes to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

"Here we go—" His words cut into a feral groan as he pushed both members into my two holes.

I screamed, not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. The stinging sensation was almost too much to bear as his girth stretched me wider than what was natural, almost ripping me in the process. He was usually so good to remember to prepare me before entering my body. But unfortunately, that hunger clouded his mind and made it easy to forget such an important step.

Luckily, my cries of discomfort brought him back to reality, and he froze within me for a moment to allow me to adjust the best I could. He raised a clawed hand up to my head, his nails carefully dragging through my hair as if to comfort me as the pain slowly began to melt away.

I found it funny how much bigger he was in this form, with the palm of his hand being the same size as my entire face. I actually liked it more than I had previously realized. His hand then slid beneath me, and with his sharp talons lightly dragging across my nape, I released a sigh as I began to relax under his tender touches.

Once the numbing pain finally subsided, I was able to feel him within me in detail. The spines were, surprisingly, not uncomfortable but rather enjoyable. They dug into my walls perfectly and helped graciously to stimulate those nerves within my core.

With the slightest utterance of approval to start, Syzoth's hips began to move. I keened as the spines pulled at my walls as he pulled out, before slowly pushing back in. In the beginning, Syzoth's crimson eyes stayed glued to mine, gazing upon them with adoration. A low rumble emitted from his chest, vibrating against my own and sending chills down my spine.

It didn't take too long for him to pick up the pace, and soon, his hips were snapping back and forth viciously. I screamed and moaned as his tips slammed into the sweet spots in both of my holes at the same time, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

I tried writhing beneath him, but I was trapped under the weight of the Zaterran. The feeling of not being able to move was terrifying... But in all the right ways. My arousal spiked, and I instinctively raised my hands to claw at his sides and back, as if I were trapped under a boulder and trying to scratch my way free.

Syzoth only responded to this with a loud growl as he moved faster, clearly focused only on his thrusting patterns, which were driven by his need to breed me. Edging closer to the peak of passion, I was now shaking as each breath either hitched in my throat or caught on a gasp from the intense amount of pleasure I was receiving.

The sounds of the bedsheets tearing filtered the air, along with my thoughtless moans and his hisses and growls. No longer having anything suitable to hang onto—since the sheets and mattress had been destroyed by his claws—Syzoth then gripped onto me, his claws skinking into my skin but not enough to actually draw blood.

It wasn't until my orgasm finally reached me that he completely lost all control for good. As I lost all of my senses to the mind-numbing high that was coursing through each of my veins, something in Syzoth snapped, sending him into a downward spiral into his true Zaterran nature. His claws finally dug deep into my flesh, pinning me against him as he slammed into me at high speed.

He pounded so deeply within my aching canal that I swore he was trying to enter my womb. And I didn't know that it was really his intent until he spoke words of confirmation.

"Come on! Take my seed into your womb! Get pregnant!" He roared viciously, his tail snapping back and forth around the room, knocking items of unimportance off my nightstand and shelves.

Though I couldn't pay much attention to the comotion around me because his deep and rough reptilian voice had my heart vibrating from lust, it was the only thing I could focus on in the moment—the only thing keeping me somewhat grounded to reality. I wasn't sure if it was the moment, the words he spoke, or the sound of his Zaterran voice in that tone, but I was completely high off of it, like it was some sort of intense drug.

"Take it! Take it! Come on! Arrrrrrrgh!" With one final roar tearing from his leathery throat, Syzoth released within me, hot ropes of seed shooting down both holes like rockets. 

I buried my face in his chest, crying as the overstimulation nearly grew to be too much to bear. For a split second, I contemplated using my safe word. But looking back up at him, through the look of primal determination in his cruel, crimson eyes, I saw love and passion—love and passion for the future mother of his children. And that was more than enough to push me through.

After what felt like several minutes of him ejaculating within me and stuffing me beyond full, he collapsed on top of me, yet again trapping me beneath my weight. I almost couldn't breathe since he was practically crushing me. Luckily, when I let out a small gasp for air, he realized this and slightly lifted himself up to relieve some of the pressure on my form.

Though that wasn't the only reason why I took that sharp intake of breath. The sudden overstimulation of being stretched open just a little bit more than I had been previously had my lips parting as the air caught in my throat. But I didn't think too much of it at the time.

"You did so well, sunshine." He cooed lovingly, his voice still deep and hoarse and still sending chills down my now-jellied spine. Though it held a sudden softness to it now, at the same time. He then averted his gaze to my stomach, chuckling lowly as he examined the area. "You are so swollen, my sweetheart. You already look pregnant with my young—so pretty."

He released his talons from my flesh to bring them up to my hair again, gently brushing them through the tangled strains to fix them like the loving husband he was. I sighed while letting my eyes fall shut, so comfortable and happy in his presence.

Though that peaceful moment lasted for a short time, because the next thing I knew, I felt something long and strong snaking tightly around my waist. My eyes shot back open, and I glanced down to see his tail wrapping around me again and again, caging me within its grasp. When I looked back up at my lover's face, his stiff reptilian lips had formed a dangerous grin.

"Now for the final part." He announced, his voice deep and growlly yet again. "The marking process."

"W-What does that mean?" I stuttered weakly between still uneven breaths, unable to fully calm myself from the previous events, which made me nervous for the next ones that my husband had in mind.

"It means I will have to bite your neck as just a thin layer of my acid covers my canines, allowing me to brand you as my mate." He explained casually, like it was nothing at all. But then, his voice grew just a bit of humanity back into it as he spoke his next sentence. "If you are uncomfortable with this—"

"No," I interrupted him abruptly, not really thinking of my words before speaking them. And that was because I didn't need to, because I was already sure. "I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He asked, peering down at me with concern thick in his eyes.

Raising a hand to his cheek, I brushed my fingers along the rough scales. His eyes then fluttered shut as he leaned into my touch, a soft rumble coming from within him, imitating a low purr. I gently placed my lips upon his snoot, and his eyes shot open, as if he were astonished by the gesture.

When I pulled back, I gazed up at him with nothing but love in my eyes for the man as I murmured, "Yes, Syzoth. Make me your mate for good."

"Ok." He whispered before lowering his face to my neck, his teeth gently grazing the flesh as if to test the waters. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you." I whimpered, my body quivering slightly. Not from fear, but from anticipation. I knew Syzoth would never put me in harm's way. I really did trust him with all my heart.

With those words being spoken, Syzoth allowed his teeth to continue grazing my neck for a moment longer before letting his sharp canines sink into its soft flesh. I cried out in pain, and Syzoth had to hold down my arms to keep me from writhing so he could complete the mating ritual.

Tears filled my eyes as a hint of acid stung my skin, staining it crimson. Though deep down, I felt okay because I knew Syzoth would never put my life in danger—I knew that by scarring me with his bite, I would be his forever.

The acid worked quickly to burn a small portion of my skin away to engrave the marks of his teeth into my flesh. The pain pierced nerves within me and made it hard to stay still, but I tried my best for him. After all was said and done, he released my throat.

His scaley lips lingered upon the bite for a moment before he freed his long tongue to gently caress the area, lapping up the blood and soothing the scorching pain that seared through the bite. Once he was sure that the wound was clean, he pulled back and stared down at me with a loving gaze filling his eyes as my blood dripped down his chin.

I wanted to tell him how much I loved him—that I was so blessed to call him my husband—but like the acid did to my throat, the experience had melted my brain. I was too tired—too in shock—to speak or function at all. So I just laid there, my dopey eyes watching my pretty Zaterran contently. I was so numb from everything that I could barely feel now—so numb that I barely even felt the two knots swelling within my holes. But regardless of not knowing what was going on below my waist, I knew I would be sore tomorrow.

"My precious wife, you will look so beautiful carrying my children." Syzoth murmured, his Zaterran tone still coarse but gentle with the tenderness of the moment. "I am so proud and honored to call you my mate."

After speaking his words of adoration, Syzoth pressed his forehead against my own. He had told me about this before—that it was a way to say "I love you" in Zaterran. The gesture meant more to me than any kiss or hug I had ever received. When he finally moved—several moments later—he nuzzled his nose into my neck once more, though now it was just to cuddle.

His tail curled around me in a protective manner, and soon after, soft snores were heard from the sweet boy. I couldn't have been happier—I couldn't have felt more loved and wanted. I could feel the magical swirling feeling of butterflies within my stomach, and something told me that it was his seed being conceived into sweet little eggs of our young.

I rested my hands on his back, gently stroking his scales as I began to drift off as well. I knew that he would be just as good of a father as he was a husband, and I couldn't wait to start that beautiful journey with him in the near future.

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heat.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: first person POV, no use of y/n, gn pronouns (only used a handful of times), the barest plot, sex potion, pillow humping, dub con* (please see notes below), monster fucking, ribbed for your pleasure ;), knot, breeding kink in the loosest terms, overstimulation and some tears, excessive amounts of cum, cumflation if you squint, oral sex, deepthroating his tongue, rough sex, biting, a bit of blood and blood licking, Shang Tsung being a nasty creep, descriptions of canon typical gore at the very beginning

A/N: this thing kicked my fucking ass. I was intending on having this up before or on Halloween but that didn't happen. But monster fucking time is all the time for me so I figured who cares. Also yes, I know that reptiles most likely don't have knots, but that's what ended up happening. AO3 link.

*I have marked this as dubious consent since neither participants are particularly coherent enough to give very informed consent. The reader is drugged and Syzoth reacts to their scent. So I can't really in good consciousness not mark this as a little dubious.

I had been a prisoner of Shang Tsung for years. He enjoyed toying with me the most. My favorite subject as he called me. I was usually spared from the most gruesome experiments. But I was forced to listen, to watch all of them. Maybe that was his grand scheme. He just wanted to see how long it would take before I asked for death. Syzoth and I had grown to be close in our joint imprisonment. Our punishments were similar and maybe that’s why we’ve bonded. He was often with me or retrieved me from my cell to watch the newest experiment. One of these was a body strung up, multiple heads, limbs, intestines all hanging from one being, all writhing in pain. Syzoth was there with me, crouched so I could lean on him, his hand rubbing my back, the other hand holding my hair as I vomited. Shang Tsung had just laughed as I shook, tears puddling on the disgusting floor. After that, I only saw him when he wanted me to watch his next piece of work. It was always Syzoth at my cell after that, his face downcast as he unlocked my door. 

But today was different. It was Shang Tsung who appeared at my cell door, blood dripping from his chin. “Good evening my sweet,” he chirped. He unlocked my cell with a clang and moved in, cornering me, the dampness of the walls sinking through my dirty clothes. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. There was a manic glint in his eyes as he evaluated me. “Are you ready for your medicine?” 

“Wha-“ I mumble, eyes immediately locked onto a syringe in his hand as he held it up. The liquid inside was a fluorescent pink. There was a cruel smile plastered on his face. “N-no,” I gasped. I wanted to struggle, to fight against his weak grip, but my body was frozen in fear. I had grown too comfortable, too assured that I was immune to his brutality. All I could do was watch as the needle lowered to my neck, hissing at the sting when the tip pierced through my skin. He squeezed the plunger and I could feel something warm rush through me. I let out a whimper. The smile grew. 

“You’ve always been such a loyal subject.” Shang Tsung spun me, shoving my face against the grimy walls. He strapped my wrists together. The leather cuffs bit viciously into my skin. Blood flow was cut off by the time I was out of my cell. He led me through his experiments, chuckling at their pleas for help. I kept my eyes down, watching blood swirling in the drains. “Don’t look so glum my sweet.” We reached the stairs. Confusion rippled through me. No other prisoner had ever been taken up to rest of the sorcerer’s tower.  A sudden urge to fight gripped me and I tried to wriggle from his grip. “Stop,” he snapped, the sharp blades along his wrist digging into my ribs. “I’m being incredibly nice to you, don’t take my kindness for granted.” The blades pricked my skin and I yelped in pain, feeling the warm blood dripping down my side. 

I gave a meek nod. I wouldn’t be able to escape the symptoms of whatever he injected me with so struggling was pointless. I allowed him to drag me up the sweeping curve of stairs. It was the first time I had seen sunlight in almost a year. I hadn’t smelt such clean air since my capture. I tried to take in everything around me. The cluttered tables full of vials and papers, the bookshelves creaking under heavy tomes, the shafts of dusky sunlight filtering through the high windows. But Shang Tsung led me even higher, pulling me up a much smaller staircase. The spiral was tight and I grew dizzy the farther we went up.

Something…heavy was settling in me. I felt itchy as sweat collected on my lower back. My breath was shallow, chest constricted. My foot caught on a stair and my knee cracked against the stone. Pain shot through me and I gasped. But Shang Tsung dragged me to my feet. “Almost there my sweet, then I’ll let you free.” Mercifully there was one last curve before we came face to face with a heavy wood door. Along one side was a plate of metal, strange markings carved into it. The sorcerer hummed something in a language I couldn’t understand before the door swung open. 

It was a bedroom. The blades were against my neck before I could even think about struggling. My mind was becoming hazy and thick. I could feel my temperature rising slowly but steadily. With the weapons still against my skin, his deft fingers undid my bondage. Then he kicked me, hard, into the room, and I crumpled to the stones under me. The door slammed shut with a deafening clang. 

I rubbed sweat from my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was sparse. A small table in a corner, only occupied by a metal jug, a wardrobe next to it. A colossal bed dominated most of the cramped space. There were no windows around the circular room, only small ones at the top of the roof. My legs were like water under me as I rose to them. I took a few shaking steps toward the table and found the jug full of water. I greedily took a sip, sighing as I felt the cold liquid seep through my overheating body. I quickly crossed to the wardrobe and found a white nightdress. I instantly shed my clothes, knowing that Shang Tsung was watching me in some way but not caring. I had been in the same garments for years and was only allowed to shower every few months. I stripped the pillow case off a spare pillow, using it as a makeshift wash rag. The water felt heavenly against my warm skin. 

Once I was as clean as I could be and in the fresh nightgown, I collapsed onto the bed. I hadn’t felt the firmness of a mattress since I was captured. Tears welled up as I rubbed my face into the sheets, savoring the silk, even if they were a little scratchy. I rolled around, wrapping myself in the blanket, giggling like a child. I knew that this happy moment was fleeting. Shang Tsung had most likely poisoned me and I knew my death was close. I buried myself into the bed, ignoring my growing heat, waiting for Shang Tsung to return. To finish whatever cruel experiment I was in. 

I could only tell that time had passed by the tiny windows. The sun was dimming, perhaps an hour had gone by. 

Something was wrong. 

Sweat pooled under me on the silky bed sheets. There was a burning between my legs that made my body weak. My stomach ached. Tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming want in me. My hands were trembling as they drifted up my thigh, the night gown dragging up my skin. I was desperate to ease the pain but I could feel eyes on me. My throat was dry as I began to pant. 

All I could think about was sex. Images of half formed people touching me, kissing me, licking me filled my head. I wanted someone with me bad enough that I could almost taste them. My hand reached the apex of my thighs. It moved as if possessed, going straight to my clit. My back arched from the bed as searing pleasure rippled through me. I chased after the feeling. My fingers slid over the bundle of nerves, the area already sopping wet, unable to find enough friction to ease anything. Frustration built in me. I wasn’t even able to properly work on myself. But I couldn’t stop. 

I needed more. 

I grabbed the bare pillow next to me, smooshing it into a firm arch, before climbing on top of it. My hips settled down and I moaned at the contact of the rough fabric against me. Before I could stop myself, feel some sort of shame, my hips started to grind against the pillow. It felt so fucking good. It took me mere moments before I came but I kept going. Nothing was cooling this burn in me. After the second, third, fourth orgasm, my hips kept grinding, growing frenzied. The pillow was soaked under me, the nightgown sticking to my skin. 

That’s when I heard the heavy door open. My eyes were barely able to open as I moved them to the entrance. I could see two people. One was broader with long hair, while the other was thin with a splash of green. Shang Tsung and Syzoth. Tears of embarrassment stung my eyes. I had no idea what I must look like to Syzoth. Probably pathetic, disgusting. I couldn’t see Syzoth’s expression but I could hear Shang Tsung’s harsh voice. “Deliver the food.” Syzoth took a few small steps inside. Then Shang Tsung gave a spine chilling laugh and the door snapped shut behind him. 

Syzoth immediately put the tray of food down roughly on the table before pounding his fists on the door. “Shang Tsung! Let me out!!” I bit my lip to hold back my cry as a fifth useless orgasm ripped through me. There was no noise from the other side of the door. Syzoth was stuck in here with me. His forehead pressed against the door, fists tight. 

“Syzoth,” my words were weak and even with my tear blurred eyes, I could see him shiver. “I don’t know what’s wrong ah with me.” He turned slowly, hands clasped over his face. I could hear the rattle of his throat as he took deep breaths through his mouth. “Syzoth, please, help me.” I never thought that I would need to ask this of him. 

The Zaterran was holding on to his control, but it was quickly crumbling. The smell was overloading all of his senses. It was thick and sweet, like he was drowning in honey. He couldn’t stop staring at the way his friend’s hips ground against the pillow between their plush thighs. Or the little gasps falling from their lips. The way that suffocating smell spiked every time they looked at him. He had never been so hard, it was painful how quickly his dick had swelled. People accused Zaterrans of being just animals, nothing but freaks of nature. It was completely untrue. But Syzoth felt like an animal now. The only two words running through his mind were fuck and breed. 

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, “I can’t, please, I need more.” My thighs were shaking as I tried to chase another orgasm. A hand brushed away a sweaty lock of my hair. I looked up at my friend, bottom lip trembling. His eyes were wide, the pupils in slits, but still so tender as he looked down at me. His skin was faintly green and his chest shuddered, nostrils flaring. 

“Don’t say sorry,” Syzoth murmurs, “not your fault.” His hands are tracing over my face, following the curves of my jaw. “I can’t,” he swallows hard, “I don’t think I can control myself. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I trust you,” I was trying to beg and assure at the same time. I turn and litter sloppy kisses on the hands cupping my face. “I trust you Syzoth, please.” I wait for him to give me anything, anything to show he wants this. He offers a small nod. My hands reach out immediately, undoing his clothes with my shaking fingers. Syzoth helps me with his more complicated garments. Much to my annoyance, he doesn’t jump on me immediately once he’s naked before me. My hips stall as I take him in, eyes dragging over his chest, the curves of the pitch black tattoo along his skin. I follow the lines at his waist but I can’t see more before he pinches my chin, dragging my face back to his. Something about the way he’s standing, looming over me like I’m prey, makes fear leak into my all consuming heat. 

Then one of his hands buries itself in my damp hair. With a yank, he pulls my head back, baring my neck to him. The surprising roughness makes my empty pussy clench. He buries his nose against my racing pulse point, taking a deep breath of my scent. I want to beg for him, but I stay still under him. His tongue, forked and so long, slithers out from his lips. The muscle trails down my throat before tracing my collar bones. 

“Taste good,” he mumbles once his tongue is behind his teeth. “Lay down.” I do so without complaint, tossing my wet nightgown aside, leaving me bare to his eyes. The pillow soaked in my juices lands next to my head with a thump when Syzoth throws it. I can’t control myself and immediately start trying to rub my very tender clit. Syzoth kneels in front of me, eyes laser focused on my hand. I’m finally able to get a good look at him. His cock was flushed a dark green, pearls of pre cum dripping from the tip. My thighs spread wide in an attempt to draw him closer. 

It works. 

He dives between my legs with a groan. That long tongue of his works into me and I can feel the tip reach deep inside me. “Yes!!” I cry out as a low groan rumbles from his chest. My hips frantically buck against his face. His tongue pushes and stretches in me, swirling like he’s trying to taste every bit of my fluttering channel. It only takes a few nudges against his nose for me to fall apart under him. “So good! Syzoth!” He drinks the rush of liquid like he’s dying of thirst. His strong arms lock around my hips to keep me still. I can feel the pinpricks of sharp nails on my stomach as he holds me. His tongue seems to grow even larger in me as he continues his thorough exploration. “Syzoth,” I beg, “please I need you to fuck me. Please.” Another low hum that sends ripples up the bed. “P-please,” my voice tilts and my toes curl at the feeling. “Not enough,” I pant, hands gripping his hair. But he refuses to move, tongue prodding at me. I writhe under him, thighs squeezing tight around his head. The tender flesh there could feel small scratches of scales. My nipples ache for stimulation and I was all too willing to oblige, tweaking at them with cruel tugs. 

He pulls another brutal orgasm from me, my cry of pleasure shaking as my back arches. He rumbles in appreciation. “Please!” I wail but my hips continue to seek release, grinding mercilessly against his face. Finally he loosens his grip on my hips and snakes his way up my body. His sticky tongue trails up me as well, covering me in my own mess. I can barely register the smattering of green on his skin, small patches of scales like a rash, before I draw his lips to mine. The kiss is messy and frantic, spit quickly collecting at the corner of our lips. Then that wicked tongue forces itself into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. It presses against my teeth, filling my mouth completely. My eyes roll back as I pathetically whimper. 

Syzoth’s hands move to my thighs, ghosting down my calves before easing them over his shoulders. The stretch is harsh, his weight pushes down on me only adding an extra ache. But that pain is quickly erased. I’m nearly giddy with relief when I feel the head of his cock notch against me. He gives my hips a caring squeeze before he plunges into me in one powerful thrust. I practically scream although his tongue muffles any noise. One of those deep purrs makes his chest vibrate against mine. There are three ridges along the underside of his cock. The extra pressure makes my eyes roll back. His hands plant themselves next to my head as his hips start a vicious pace. The part of me that was awakened by Shang Tsung’s ‘medicine’ screams in happiness. But I can’t make any noise. 

The Syzoth I know, so gentle and kind, is completely gone. He pounds into me with unnatural strength. The forked end of his tongue works farther into my mouth and I gag as it works its way down my throat. The ridges along his cock drags against my puffy walls and my thighs shudder at the feeling. I’m trapped completely under him, unable to adjust my hips, not even able to moan for him. I can barely feel that building tension in my stomach before I’m coming around him. The relief is staggering. My hands grab at the only things I can reach, his wrists, and dig my nails into the skin. The sting only seems to encourage him as his chest vibrates again. 

Drool is pooling in my mouth and I wretch, nails piercing his skin in a silent plea. Syzoth’s tongue retreats and I gratefully suck down air. “Warm,” he hisses. His voice sounds deeper than normal. It should scare me. I had seen his true form before, huge and scaly, with rows of razor sharp teeth. My mind is messy with desire, not even able to understand the potential danger. But I wasn’t lying. I did trust Syzoth. He has grown to be the only bright spot in my life of torture. “Soft. Wet.” 

“Y-yes,” I gasp. I can feel something firm nudging against me on each deep plunge. I’m desperate for it, whatever it is, but it almost seems like Syzoth won’t allow it in. But every time it presses against me, he lets out a weak growl. His face nuzzles against my sweaty cheek, tongue tracing random circles along my throat. “Fuck, I, fuck,” I babble, my orgasm quickly approaching. 

Syzoth swelling inside me tips me over the edge. He was already a decent size and with the added ridges, he became mind melting. But then I feel him grow to nearly double. His cock is suffocating now, stealing my breath away on every weak jerk. The ridges become hard and whatever is at the base of his cock grows along with it. If not for the potion, I would be torn. But the extra weight and girth of him inside wrenches a sob from me. Tears spill from my closed eyes at how full I feel. The strain on my legs is greater, my ankles resting on shoulders instead of my knees. Syzoth’s purrs are deeper now. His tongue flicks out to lick away the salty tears before his face lifts from my cheek. I open my blurry eyes to look at him. Only one eye is still human-like, the rest is fully Zaterran. So many teeth I think deliriously. I hear a rip next to me and see the hand on the dirty pillow has changed, his sharp nails tearing the fabric. His brows are scrunched and I can feel the tightness in his wider shoulders. “Too big,” he growls, his voice a rough hiss, “hurt you.” I whine, wiggling my hips the best I can under him. 

“More,” I whisper. “Give me everything, Syzoth.” He hesitates, drawing his hips back a bit. The lowest ridge eases out of me with a wet squelch. All I can do is just shiver under him, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open. He repositions my legs so my feet are back on the mattress. His waist has expanded so much that my knees are nearly flat to the bed to accommodate him. My tired hips immediately start pushing against him. He’s just so big that I would need to use more force than I have in me to fuck myself properly. “Please,” I look up, intending to kiss him senseless, to convince him that he needs to fuck me. But I’m confronted with his Zaterran form, which doesn’t include lips. That doesn’t deter me. My lips find their way to his neck, covering it in sloppy, wet kisses. My teeth snag on his armored skin, unable to break through but biting down nevertheless. This time his hum is so loud that my ears ache and my entire body buzzes. “I trust you, remember?” He presses his rough skinned forehead against mine, tongue flicking out to lick my lips. Something heavy hits the mattress, making swishing noises. Curious, I glance over his shoulder to find a tail thicker than I am flicking back and forth. 

His big arm snakes under my hips, hauling my body close to his. The other arm braces itself along my spine, his long fingers burying into my hair. The nails scratch deliciously against my scalp and goosebumps erupt on my skin. His chest is cool to the touch. I savor it against my too hot skin. The rest of his cock is pulled from me before he stalls again, just the head remaining inside. I groan, feeling completely empty without him. He slowly drives back in and I wince at the sting. He continues with this maddeningly timid pace, drawing wonton moans from me each time he works into my sensitive pussy. But I’m only growing more desperate. The tender care is doing nothing to calm the burning heat in me. “Syzoth,” I sob, “stop being so nice!” 

Syzoth lets out a hiss and rams back into me. I make a strangled noise, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails ripping uselessly at his skin. He snaps into me with near cruelty. But fuck it feels so good. I can barely breathe with his thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest on every brutal jerk. The ridges along his massive cock rub against my hypersensitive walls. “I-oh-so big,” my voice is weak, nonsense falling from my chapped lips. Syzoth nuzzles his cheek against mine again, a low rumble starting in his chest. The arm around my hips lifts them just a little higher and the adjustment brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes as an orgasm burns through me. I quake under him, an obscene amount of liquid seeping from me, soaking his scaly stomach and the bed under us. Syzoth just growls in appreciation and continues to fuck me, his hips showing absolutely no hesitation. 

I feel delirious. The pleasure is all consuming. It mixes with the heady heat inside me and creates an intoxicating cocktail. Lightning crackles down my veins as I grow closer and closer, never able to come down from the constant high. Syzoth’s tongue flickers out from his lips, tracing my skin, humming at the taste of my sweat. “So pretty.” I attempt to reply but my voice is lost when his needle-like teeth catches on the tender skin of my neck. Hot sticky blood trickles from the cut. His hips pause. Puffs of his breath tickle my neck as he inhales the scent of my blood. I hold my breath, freezing under him. The tips of his teeth drag over my shoulder, more bubbles of blood oozing in their wake. There was only a faint sting as he cuts my skin. 

“Syzoth…?” I whisper. His long tongue collects up the crimson drops. A moment of silence crawls by. Then he begins to shiver, the rumbling in his chest growing louder. I can feel him twitch and throb in me. He drives back into my tender pussy with a sudden insatiable hunger. I wail at the feeling. His teeth take up residence along my right shoulder, leaving behind minuscule pricks. The combination of his massive cock pounding into me and the tingle of pain leaves me quivering under him once again, even more liquid gushing from me.

Szyoth growls, his nails digging into my flesh where they laid. “Close,” he huffs. I nod, coherent speech having left me several orgasms ago. He extracts himself from me and I whimper pathetically at the void he leaves behind. With a twist of his massive arms, I’m placed on my stomach, hips propped up into the air. My legs are weak, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping me up. I can’t even use my arms to hold myself up and just let my shoulders rest against the mattress. Syzoth’s big hands wrap around my waist before driving back into me. The noise that rips from my throat is inhuman as my eyes squeeze shut. 

The ridges. 

The new potion allows them to drag across my sweet spot on every single movement. Syzoth could just freeze completely and I wouldn’t be able to stop coming around him. But he was too far gone for that. Harsh hisses and spits echoed around the room, mingling with the wet slap of our skin together. My mouth hangs open, a steady trail of drool seeping out. I was beyond caring. It felt like my body was built for this. To be fucked so completely that I could never experience this euphoria anywhere else. Orgasms seemed to wash over me, so many waves of white hot bliss that they were indistinguishable from one another. The only tell way I could even tell one had occurred were Syzoth’s growls as I clenched around him. His thrusts were becoming deeper, but just a bit slower, losing their brutality. “C-closer?” I slurred. 

The bed shook as he adjusted himself as if in answer. He stood on his feet instead of his knees, placing them on either side of my hips. Then his broad chest covered my back, smooth scales against my sweat soaked skin, as he brushed hair away from my neck. “Yes, fill you up so nice,” his breath fanned across me, the tip of his tongue lashing at rouge sweat drops. 

Then his jaw snapped around the column of muscle. 

I should have been scared. Terror should have so easily cut through the high I was experiencing. But the only thing in my desired riddled mind was how wonderfully the pain complimented the feeling of his cock in me. The very tips of his teeth were what had sunk into my flesh. If he wanted to kill me, he would have. That very simple explanation was all I needed to let out a high pitched gasp at the feeling.

Syzoth only had a few more determined thrusts in him before he plunged in deep with a snarl. The large swell at the base of his cock finally wedged in me and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming. It was huge, nearly double his already massive girth. Then he started coming. Load after burning hot load was dumped into me. I gasped and writhed, hips trying to pull away. It was too much. But Syzoth just gave a grunt, his jaw tightening in warning. I stilled obediently. His hand is glued to my stomach and I whined at the feeling, tears pouring from my eyes. The pleasure was beginning to be tinged with aches and pain. It seemed Shang Tsung’s potion was fading. Syzoth began purring. It traveled up and down my spine like a struck bell. 

An eternity later, Syzoth finally stopped spilling himself into me. I felt full to bursting. But he didn’t seem to notice as his hand continued to rub at my stomach. “Syzoth,” I croaked, my throat painfully dry. “Can you pull out?” 

“Can’t,” he grumbled, “knot.” He gave a small thrust, the huge knot, as I now knew, stuffing it in just a fraction more. I whimpered. “Has to go down.” He never stopped rubbing my stomach. His jaw finally loosed from my neck, tongue going to lapping up the blood. I winced at every brush of the muscle. These punctures were clearly a little deeper than before and they stung as he licked over them. Once I was deemed clean, his forehead was planted between my shoulder blades. “So full,” he whispered, as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. “So pretty.” I gave a weak noise of thanks. Exhaustion was fogging my brain, seeping into my limbs, turning them to lead. 

We laid like this for what felt like hours. Despite the dull pain of the bites and the thudding ache in my core, it felt nice to be held. Comfort was hard to find in the depths of the dungeons. I had missed the kind touch of another being. The skin against me subtly shifted from smooth scales to calloused flesh. Syzoth shrunk in me, streams of his sticky cum running down my thighs, even up my stomach. But he didn’t let go of me, his strong arm keeping me close. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” he whispered against my back, pressing delicate kisses along my spine. “Are you okay?” 

“Sticky mostly,” I whispered back and Syzoth huffed. “But I’m okay, sore but not in pain. Just need to sleep.” He hummed in agreement. I shivered when cold air rushed over my back as he leaned away from me, allowing my body to flop to the bed. I could hear his feet slapping against the stone floor as he moved somewhere. There was a soft slosh of water before his rough fingertips grazed my shoulder. 

“Drink this.” I prop myself up on my elbow, tired eyes opening. Syzoth was holding out a small metal cup and I gratefully took it, gulping down the crisp water in a single go. He smiled as I did, hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Want some food?” He glanced over his shoulder to the tray he had brought in. “It’s not much though.” I shook my head, rolling to be flat on my back. 

“I don’t think I would be able to keep it down. Lay here?” Syzoth didn’t need any more prompting, circling to the otherside of the bed, snaking under the covers. I was too weak to join him and sleep rapidly washed over me. 

Shang Tsung’s lips quirked as he took in the sight from his hidden peephole. His little experiment had worked better than he could have ever hoped. With Syzoth’s special abilities, perhaps half human Zaterrans were possible. He glanced down at his pocket watch. Two hours had passed since his sweetest prisoner was injected. He would allow them an hour of sleep. He needed them somewhat rested before he flooded the room with even more of the precious pink smoke. 

He hoped for babies soon.

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relief.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Smoke x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: first person POV (no use of y/n), AFAB reader, oral sex (receiving and giving), porn with plot, face sitting, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, love bites, dirty talking, praise, play fighting, mentions of past wounds, after care

A/N: So this is a pretty exciting fic for a few reasons! First, I've been a pretty life long Mortal Kombat fan but have never really been comfortable in my writing to actually do anything. Second, this is my first fully in first person fanfic! I've been writing self inserts for a decade (holy shit) and repeating "you" over and over again has lost it's big appeal. It felt nice actually having more pronouns to use. Third, this is my first cross posted fic on AO3. If you would like to read it there instead here's the link

“Welcome,” my sister, Harumi Shirai, announces to the handful of men bowing in front of us. “I’m honored you’ve called upon us in your time of need. May you find our home to your liking.” The man in yellow stood, fist clasped to his chest. His face was nearly unreadable with the large mask covering half of it. A harsh scar was carved over his right eye. 

“Thank you for your aid Lady Harumi,” his voice was gruff. Kuai Liang had changed considerably since I had seen him last. He was once a young teen, with a chip on his shoulder to be better than his brother Bi-Han. I was too young to truly speak to him. I was much more interested in my dolls than play fighting with the foreign ninjas. But I do remember that he was always polite, letting me babble at him during our dinners, even when Harumi begged me to not “embarrass” her. But what are little sisters for if not disobeying orders? 

I did not, however, recognize the man in gray next to Kuai Liang. Harumi had told me of an orphan that was brought in the former Lin Kuei Grandmaster’s family, Tomas Vrbada. I had never met him. By the time he was brought into the Lin Kuei, the family couldn’t safely travel from their region and our contact dissolved. 

Until now. 

When we received Kuai Liang’s plea for sanctuary, I was against it. The Lin Kuei had become volatile and I wanted no part of it. It was better to let the brothers war. It wasn’t our fight. But ultimately Harumi made the decision. “We can only grow in power with this addition,” she assured me. I trusted my sister completely but I worried childhood nostalgia was clouding her judgment. Seeing how few Lin Kuei made the journey didn’t ease my stress. They could be the greatest ninjas in the world but only fifteen of them would not stop the full might of Bi-Han once he appeared on our shores. 

“What is aid between childhood friends? Our families were once deeply intertwined, I only wish to regrow that.” Harumi bowed and I followed suit, lower than her as a better show of respect. “Now please!” Her voice titled in excitement. “Please follow us, I’m sure you are all hungry after your travels.” The Lin Kuei all shouted their thank you s before standing. I only caught a glance of Tomas, pale skin and gray mask, before turning to follow behind Harumi. I wanted to voice my worries, to get this nauseous anxiety out, but I feared being overheard. Kuai Liang caught up to Harumi and I. He gave a small incline of his head before engaging my sister in conversation. I understood his signal and drifted behind them. 

Clearly, Tomas also knew his position as second in command well because I found myself next to him. We walked in silence for a few moments, passing by our overflowing garden on the way to the dinning hall. “Hello,” Tomas said in a gentle voice. He didn’t offer his name, knowing that I most likely already knew exactly who he was. 

“Hello,” I returned. “I hope your journey was pleasant.” Tomas gave a small chuckle as we rounded a corner, the hall at the end of the path we were on. 

“It was stressful but we are thankful to have somewhere so beautiful to rest. I know Kuai Liang already said it, but we appreciate our new home and the kindness.” I glanced up at him, his blue eyes snagging mine. 

“I will pass your words onto Harumi, Tomas.” 

The door to the hall had been thrown open. Several tables were lined end to end, heavy with bowls of stews, plates of  fish, dishes of rice, and platters of vegetables. There were two cushions at the head of the table. Normally the Grandmaster and their spouse would sit there, as our parents did. But after their deaths, Harumi and I would take the head. Harumi hadn’t had much time to find a husband, despite the pressure from our family. I knew that Kuai Liang would most likely take the cushion next to Harumi so I took the second cushion directly to the left to stay next to my sister. 

Harumi cleared her throat before kneeling next to me. Silence immediately fell, all heads facing her. “If we may have a moment of silence for all the Lin Kuei who could not join us.” The silence was heavy with grief, for those dead and those who were still alive, but lost to Bi-Han’s ego. “Please enjoy the meal,” Harumi finally said. The men around us all launched forward, loading up their plates with any food in arms reach. Harumi and Kuai Liang settled next to each other. He had immediately pulled her into conversation. It was impressive how quickly he seemed to have her undivided attention. 

I filled my plate, eating slowly. That creeping anxiety hadn’t pulled away and my stomach was in knots. I appraised all the new men around us. Perhaps it was my own worry but they did not seem the gift Harumi tried to convince me they were. They were weary from travel, some with bandages around their arms or bruises blooming on their jaws. If rumors were to be believed, Bi-Han had come in contact with something so powerful that he was able to start this civil war. That idea had wormed deep into my brain and refused to leave. What was it? A weapon? A spell? An army? Whatever it was, these men weren’t ready for it. 

None of us were. 

The sound of my name drew my attention to the table around me. Harumi, her face annoyed, and Kuai Liang were looking at me. Kuai Liang was quite handsome without his mask. He seemed to have grown into the full lips and sharp cheekbones that I remembered, his face filling out with age. “Apologies, lost in my thoughts.” 

“I asked if you were well,” Kuai Liang’s voice was much smoother without his mask. “You look pale.” Harumi narrowed her eyes at me. The message was clear. Lie. She knew exactly what I was thinking of, how deep my anxiety was. 

“Yes,” I said with a forced laugh, “of course.” 

“We haven’t had visitors in such a long time, it seems to have intimidated her.” Harumi flashed a smile that seemed to distract Kuai Liang. I could still feel eyes on me and the fine layer of hair on my neck stood. My eyes darted down the table, searching for my watcher. But none of our guests were looking anywhere but at their food. Finally I glanced directly across from me, my eyes locking with Tomas’s. 

His eyes, stormy blue, were tracing my face, trying to see something in my features. So I looked unabashedly back at him. He had a small scar over his left eye, a longer one craving in a diagonal from his eyebrow along his forehead. His hair was closely cropped and smokey gray, a few strands of it falling across his face. His chest was broad, arms thick with muscles. That build was the only thing similar between the two men across from me. A body that told of brutal training and relentless battles. 

Once my eyes drank their fill of Tomas, I went back to my food. I knew he was still looking at me and a part of me wanted to know what he was searching so intensely for. But I stayed silent, letting the dinner wind down around me. Harumi and Kuai Liang kept their heads together, voices even as they spoke about housing and provisions. Once almost every plate was empty, my sister stood. “Everyone please, allow my sister to guide you to your rooms.” I glared at her. She never told me I was expected to do this. “We can talk later,” she whispered. She loved putting me on the spot like this, even when we were kids. If we were ever caught misbehaving, she would come up with a lie that only benefited her, leaving me to flounder under our Mother’s wrath. 

I took a deep breath before standing, straightening my robes as I did. “If you would follow me,” I said. I could hear the annoyance even in my own ears and so could Harumi. But the tone fell on deaf Lin Kuei ears as they all rose to their feet, thanking Harumi for her kindness and the food. I headed out the eastern door and along a quiet path. For the first time, I felt empty without my sword in my own home. I itched to have its comforting weight against my leg. Kuai Liang appeared next to me. “It’s good seeing you again. I know this isn’t the most ideal circumstance for us to meet again.” 

“No,” I say with a chuckle, “can’t say it is.” As much frustration I felt toward Harumi for allowing them here, I didn’t hate them. The Lin Kuei are fractured on the deepest level. Kuai Liang and Tomas must be heartbroken over the estrangement from their brother. I want them to have shelter and food, but I don’t want my family and home to be on the line for that to happen. “But it is good to see you again.” I reach the door to their temporary home. It was the old main house but was quickly outgrown as our clan formed some four hundred years ago. While it was effectively abandoned, it was still maintained for large groups of guests. “I apologize that it’s not very spacious, your men will have to share their rooms.” 

“Don’t worry,” Tomas said as he hovered behind his slightly shorter brother. “We are just grateful for any space.” I gave a small bow. 

“Then please make yourselves at home.” 

I never was able to talk to Harumi again until a fortnight later. She was intentionally avoiding me. I could never seem to pin her down. She was always with the Lin Kuei men, helping them settle into their new lodgings. She never invited me to join her in these conversations. I was always kept on the outside. I would see her at breakfast and dinner but then she would disappear. Even then we were never alone, joined by either Kuai Liang or some other clan elder, denying me the chance to speak freely. Frustration at being ignored and abandoned was starting to eat away at me. I spent hours in the courtyard, swinging my katana over and over and over again, until my arms screamed at me to stop. Then I would continue, relishing in this little bit of control. 

Sometimes I would feel the hairs along my neck rising. Everytime, I would turn my head and find Tomas walking away. The first few times, I was able to ease my paranoia, but soon it won. What could he possibly be looking at? Why does he always seem to be just in the corner of my vision? Maybe he was a spy sent by Bi-Han? All of these thoughts were swirling in my brain, sitting heavy in my stomach. 

It came to a head one late night. Harumi and I were finally alone together. She was looking over paperwork, body hunched to read the writing. I was sitting beside her with our ledger, checking our numbers. Paperwork was the least desirable portion of being a Grandmaster and the second in command. Most handed it off to others, too important for such remedial work. But our Father taught us that a Grandmaster was never better than even the lowest worker. “What’s bothering you so much sister? You’ve been training nonstop.” I pursed my lips, pen stopping mid-scratch. 

“There’s fifteen of them.” 

“I know,” she said simply.

“We are risking everything for fifteen men.” Harumi sighed, laying her own pen down, turning to look at me. Her expression was what one would wear to explain something very complicated to a too young child. My lip curled at the look. 

“We are stronger in numbers.” I snapped the ledger shut. 

“Fifteen stronger! What will that do when Bi-Han shows up to our home?” 

“You are letting fear cloud your perception.” I stood, papers fluttering to the floor in my wake. 

“And you are letting childhood love ,” I sneered the word, “cloud yours!” An indignant blush crawled up her cheeks. I may have been a child when I last saw Kuai Liang, but I wasn’t blind. The two of them had been attached at the hip anytime they were visiting. I had even caught them kissing once as I snuck to the kitchen for a sweet cake. 

“You’re being completely immature! This is exactly why I haven’t included you in any conversation with Kuai Liang. You are so ready to throw away the gift.” Frustration was starting to bubble into anger. 

“And why do we need them Harumi? When Father died our enemies descended on us. We were almost wiped out, and where were they!?” My voice was rapidly growing in volume, arms splayed out in question. The year after Father died was a nightmare. We were attacked from all sides, clans trying to absorb us while Harumi was desperate to become comfortable in her position as Grandmaster. While we were able to keep ourselves alive, too many men were lost to attacks. Then Mother died and we almost completely fell apart. Harumi and I still bear the horrible scars from our last grand battle. Harumi was able to walk away, the northern clan’s leader’s head clutched in her hand, but tensions had been weighing on us since. 

“We didn’t need their help!” she shot back, standing herself. “I handled it myself! I showed them that I wasn’t some weak woman to be taken advantage of!” 

“But we are being taken advantage of!” I shouted back, not caring who heard. “The Lin Kuei didn’t help us in our time of need, but we are supposed to help them in theirs?! Bi-Han will find them eventually and we will be slaughtered alongside them! They are a ticking bomb, Harumi! Why are you so willing to throw us in the line of fire for them? You’re delusional if you think they won’t run the second they find trouble!” 

“YOU ARE NOT GRANDMASTER SISTER!” She was screaming now, her voice bitter. “YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER!” I recoiled back like she had slapped me. My ears rang. Even she blinked, clearly startled by her outburst, looking away from me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered eventually. Tears or anger and betrayal blurred my vision. 

“No you’re not,” I spit. I turned, not even sparing her another glance, and crossed the room. When I opened the door, I came nose to nose with Kuai Liang and Tomas. Kauai Liang’s hand was raised, like he was about to knock. Tears were searing down my cheeks and I didn’t care if they saw. I hated the look on their faces, pity and shock. “Get out of my way,” I snapped. The two men immediately parted and I shoved between them, perhaps too harshly, before walking away. I could hear my sister’s lowered voice, probably writing me off as some lunatic. 

My feet were carrying me somewhere, but my brain was spiraling too much to even track my surroundings. Harumi always knew exactly what to say to hurt me. She could be soft, kind and patient, but she could also rip my heart apart with just her words. It’s a special ability only siblings seem to share. My appointment as her second in command was set in stone once both our parents died. Harumi and I, in our combined grief, launched vicious attacks back at our enemies. I’ve done things for her that come back to me in terrible nightmares. We collaborated and moved together as a perfectly oiled machine. But, Harumi was always viewed as the better sibling. I tried to outshine her but could never top her accomplishments. That tiny shard of insecurity was never fully dislodged. She knew it. 

A cool breeze hit my tear stained cheeks. Only then did I realize I had found myself outside. As if pulled by an invisible thread, I drifted to the courtyard. Just picking up my katana made my body scream in protest. I ignored it. I swung the weapon in big arching swipes, allowing my weary arms to wake and stretch. Then I turned to face a wooden target. Like the snap of a string, rage rushed up my veins. With three brutal slashes, the target crumbled, wood clattering against the stone floor. My sword swung out, lobbing the head off the target to the right. I set to hacking it apart. My form was quickly crumbling, just becoming rage filled chops. I would have to work for hours to correct the damage to my blade but I didn’t care. Tears splattered to the ground under my feet. I slid my arms through my robes as sweat dripped down my face, leaving my chest only covered in my bra. The night was harsh on my sweaty skin but I refused to stop until all of the targets were destroyed. 

It was over too quickly. The wood bodies were splintered, jagged, and shattered in places from my brute force. My lungs burned as my chest heaved. A blister along my palm had burst in my fury. I glanced down at it, blood oozing from the ragged skin. Your opinion doesn’t matter. I squeezed my bleeding hand, nails biting into the tender skin. More targets.  

I was being watched.

I spun, pinning Tomas to the spot with my glare. He was under the overhang, hidden away from the bright moon. “Did you enjoy the show?” I wanted to scream at him, but my voice came out scratchy and broken. He approached slowly, like I was some wild animal about to snap at him. My hand squeezed my weapon and his steps stalled. 

“I’m sorry for watching,” he whispered, “I was just worried about you.” My blade swung up when he was in range, the tip pressing against his broad chest, just over his heart. He immediately stopped in his tracks and raised his hands in a sign of surrender. 

“I don’t need your pity.” I snapped. I pressed the blade just a bit into his chest. He winced but otherwise showed no reaction.

“I’m not offering pity.” Tomas carefully pushed my katana away from himself and I let the arm fall to my side without protest. Please,” he said, voice earnest. “Feel free to take your anger at the Lin Kuei out on me. Let me help in any way I can.” I paused, digesting his words. My blade makes a satisfying click as I snap it back into its scabbard. I undo the belt, placing it carefully on the ground. 

“I just want to fight. No magic. Don’t be easy on me.” Tomas just gives a simple nod. He must have expected this response. I stare at him for a moment, taking in that handsome face, before I launch at him. My arms ache too much to use so I go for a kick to his thigh. It’s a weak attempt and he catches my leg easily. With a rough yank, I lose my balance and fall to the ground, breath knocked from my lungs. Tomas doesn’t laugh or make fun of my pathetic fight. He just watches me, waiting to see what I do next. 

My free foot connects with his knee. He groans as his leg buckles. I take the opportunity to wiggle my leg from his grasp. I snap to my feet, fist swinging out. I had no target but it glanced off his jaw anyway. My knee rams into his stomach. He lets out a little gasp of air. I kick my leg under him and he crumples. 

I climb on top of him, catching his wrists, pinning them above his head. I was out of breath despite the short and uneventful fight. But my body already felt exhausted. Tomas is gazing at me again. It’s that same searching way I always catch him doing. His skin was nearly glowing in the moonlight as I took in his face. “Why do you look at me like that?” I demanded. 

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words caught me off guard. My heart was too raw to process them. 

“Don’t say that,” I hissed, “don’t you dare feel sorry for me.” I wanted to hold onto my fury, let it burn me from the inside out, but it was faltering under his unexpectedly kind eyes. 

“I don’t,” his voice is low, reassuring. My nails bit into his wrists as I squeezed them. He let out a whine of pain. “I promised to help. Whatever you want from me, you can take it.” My heart stumbled on its next beat. Now that the thick haze of anger had dissipated, I could smell him, smokey and warm. Against my better judgment, I leaned closer so our noses were nearly pressed together. Now I could hear the short bursts of his breath. 

“Anything?” I could see his throat bob as he swallowed. “What if I’m not nice?” His eyes widened at the dark edge in my voice. The tip of his tongue flashed out, wetting his dry lips. I watched it intently. 

“I will take whatever you give me.” 

“If it’s ever too much,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his, “tell me. Don’t feel obligated to continue.” He gave a tiny nod. 

My lips crashed against his. He groaned at my intensity and I drank the sound down greedily. I let my hands wander his arms, feeling every muscle and vein. One hand wove into his soft hair while the other laid softly on his throat. I didn’t squeeze, just let the fingers rest. I could feel his pulse racing under them. With his arms freed, he wrapped them around my back, pulling me tight against him. 

It had been so long since I’d kissed anyone. I wasn’t sure I even knew how to do it anymore. Being so ‘important’ seemed to scare most men away. Even if all I wanted was one fun night, they felt some responsibility to act like a potential husband. So I reveled in the feeling of Tomas under me, his lips trying to keep up with mine, his tiny pants as I overpowered him. I snagged his bottom lip with my teeth and I bit down until I tasted copper. He moaned, blunt nails digging into my bare back. His hips bucked under me and I ground against them. I licked his lip apologetically before wiggling it into his mouth. It was intoxicating how much control he was allowing me. I alternated between squeezing the sides of his neck and yanking his hair. All he could do was whimper into me. The sound alone was driving me crazy, hips rolling over his quickly hardening cock. Heat was slowly being dropped into my veins and I was growing overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

I finally broke away, gulping down harsh lungfuls of air, sitting up straight. Tomas was bright pink. His lips were bruised and puffy, covered in our combined spit. The sight brought a drunken smile to my face. He returned it with a dazed look in his eyes. “Too much?” He shook his head.

A chill breeze whistled through the courtyard and I shivered. Instantly, his calloused hands were rubbing my arms, trying to combat the cold. In the lusty haze I was under, I didn’t truly understand how exposed we were. It may have been the dead of night, but servants moved at all hours. “Let’s go to my room.” When I stood up and my thighs pressed together, I could feel how soaked my panties were. Tomas rose to his feet gingerly. With one glance, I saw why. His cock was hard , jutting out from between his legs, impossible to hide in his loose fabric pants. It looked…big. But instead of being intimidated like I should have been, I felt more excited. I slid my arms back through the top of my robes to cover myself the best I could. I grabbed Tomas’s hand, using it to guide him inside to my quarters. He followed behind me without protest or even a word, just tangled his fingers with mine. 

Thankfully, I had my own section of the main house so I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing her right now. I’m not sure Tomas could handle me if I did. Once in my room, I flicked on my bedside table lamp before I turned on the ninja. “Strip.” He did instantly, undoing buckles, ties, and knots in mere seconds. The first thing I noticed was his chest. Scars littered it, some old and white, where others were new, still raw and pink. There was light dusting of gray hair across the skin as well. The hair became darker and more pronounced as it collected in a line under his belly button, trailing my eyes down… no. I’ll look later . I moved my gaze back to his abdomen, taking in the planes of muscles across them. His arms, so thick and strong, hung loosely at his side. Like a predator, I circled him to look at his back. This skin was also just as covered in scars. I itched to touch them, to ask their stories, but I refrained. I could explore them once we’re done. His fists clenched. 

I came back to face him, finally allowing myself to look down. His cock was completely flushed. It was thick and a small bolt of worry struck down my spine. It looked like he could split me in half if I wasn't careful. A small bead of white oozed from the tip, splattering onto the floor. I watched its descent and my grin only grew when I saw the collection of drops on the floor. “ Aw ,” I teased, reaching out to trail my hand across his broad chest. He shivered under my touch. “Just some kissing got you so hard?” I knew I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. I was practically dripping. His heavy gaze wasn’t helping my state either. I could almost feel him undressing me with his eyes, their hunger clear. “Have you been thinking about me like this? Thinking about my lips around you?” My fingers danced down his chest, landing at the base of his cock. I explored him with feather light touches, never doing anything to give him any pleasure. His eyebrows knit together, mouth opening on pitiful pants. “Thinking about having me under you, moaning your name, begging you to keep fucking me? How wet I would feel around this big dick?” An adorable blush was spreading across his neck and face. I pulled my hand away and he whined but I only gave him my prettiest smile. My hand instead went to his wrist, pulling him to my bed. I used both my hands on his shoulders to force him to sit. I wedged myself between his legs, savoring him gazing up at me. The tip of his cock was pressed against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin. 

“Answer my question Tomas,” his breath hitched at the sound of his name. “How often do you think about fucking me?” 

“Every night, every day, all the time.” His voice is shaky, knuckles turning white in his fists. I knew he was waiting for permission to touch me but I wouldn’t give it. Not yet at least. “I wake up so hard it aches.” I hummed in sympathy, hands going to the sash holding my robes shut. I take my time undoing it, knowing I have Tomas’s undivided attention. 

“Do you dream about me? What do you see?” I prompt, pausing my undressing. 

“Yes, I can only seem to dream about you.” He chews his lip, looking too ashamed to continue. I finally undo the knot at my side and allow my robe to fall from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my ankles. His eyes snap to my body. I can feel the trail of his gaze as if he was touching me. With deliberate movements, I reach behind me, snapping my bra open, the fabric joining my robe on the floor. “ Ah ,” he whispers, abandoning his fists all together, gripping his thighs instead, nails digging into the tender skin. 

“You aren’t good at answering my questions Tomas. Don’t get distracted.” My hand grips his chin, forcing his eyes back to mine. “What do you dream about? If you tell me, I’ll let you touch all the places you want.” His face lit up at the deal but he was clearly fighting embarrassment. “Tomas,” I purr, palm moving to his neck again. His eyes grew heavy, almost closing. “Be a good boy,” he whimpers unabashedly at the nickname and at the squeeze I give his throat. 

“Okay,” he stutters. “They always change. Sometimes I’m in control, other times you have me pinned down. I,” he licks his dry lips again, “I think I like the ones where you are in control more.” 

“Good,” I hum, letting his neck go. “What do I do in those dreams?” 

“You edge me, make me beg to come,” his voice is a whisper. “I do, I beg and beg until I’m crying. Sometimes I wake up before you let me. Those are the worst days. I feel frustrated and too turned on to function even when I get off multiple times. One day I couldn’t even leave my room in fear I would see you and beg you to let me fuck you. I knew it would scare you.” I remembered that day. It was odd to not be watched while training and his absence was obvious at breakfast and dinner. Kuai Liang said he wasn’t feeling well. I was curious what Tomas actually told his brother. My thumbs catch the waistband of my panties. With eyes like a hawk, his eyes snapped to the movement. I tsk like a disappointed parent. “I’m sorry,” he breathes.

“What do you do in the dreams where you're the dominant one? Are you as mean as I am?” He shook his head. I could tell he was desperate to look, to touch, to taste. Selfishly, I loved forcing him to wait, loved watching him squirm under my control. 

“No, you usually feel too,” he cleared his throat, “too good for me to stop. I always drown in how good you taste.” My hands ease my panties down but Tomas keeps his eyes on me. They dropped with an obscene splat on the hardwood. 

“You have a very vivid imagination,” I tease, cupping his cheek with my left hand. “Do I live up to it?” His hands hesitantly raise, his eyes pleading. “I won’t bite, too hard at least.” Then his hands were everywhere. My hips, my thighs, even the back of my knees weren’t immune to his touches or his gaze. He traveled up my torso, tracing my own scars with delicate caresses, his lips now joining his hands. I climbed onto his lap to allow him better access to my chest. I could feel his hard member against my hip. His lips lingered under my breasts before taking one hard nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, his free hand teasing the other bud. I moaned at the contact, hips jerking. He took my noise as encouragement and increased the speed of his tongue. I tugged the finger teasing my nipple away, placing it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a muffled gasp, eyes flashing to mine. I smiled, “you look so handsome like this,” I purred around his finger. I stuck my tongue out, making a big show of licking it, before letting his hand go. He squeezed his eyes shut, wet finger going back to my nipple. “ Aw, ” I mumble, tugging lightly on his hair, “why are you hiding from me?” 

“Don’t want to come too soon ,” he murmurs. I lift his head so I can press soft kisses to his flushed cheeks. 

“How quick can you get hard again?” I whispered. 

“For you,” Tomas whined, “probably minutes.” I hummed in approval, teeth dragging along his neck, leaving small nips along the sensitive skin. It only took one light push for him to fall back against the bed. He propped himself on his elbows, big chest heaving. I turned my attention to his long neglected dick. I could see a long ridge along its underside, a thick vein on the left side. My fingers dipped between my legs and easily coated my fingers in my own slick. I traced the vein with my index finger, before closing my hand around it, giving a few experimental squeezes. His lip trembles at the feeling. 

“You’ve been so good,” I say, arm beginning to pump over him, “but I’m not done with you.” He nodded his head, blue eyes pinned to my hand. “I would feel bad leaving you so hard.” A trail of spit dribbles from my mouth and my hand spreads it as it gains speed. He lets out a shaky breath, knuckles going white again. Under me, I can feel how tense his thighs are. The sound of my name in his fragile voice makes my skin prickle. 

“Hands feel so ah good,” Tomas pants. With another blob of spit, I quicken my pace. He flops back onto the bed, the sheets clutched in his fists. His tense control seems to crumble a bit as his hips begin to thrust up into my hand. “ I’m not going to last ,” he mumbles, a hint of an accent creeping into his words. He’s too lost in the squeeze of my hand that he doesn’t notice me climbing off his thighs to kneel in front of him. But he does notice when my tongue licks a long stripe up the underside of him. He makes a strangled noise, far too loud for the late hour. But I didn’t chide him and just eased his length into my mouth. He tastes just a little bitter but there’s something strangely addicting about it. His cock is heavy on my tongue and the corners of my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. My mouth and hand work in tandem, not leaving an inch of him uncovered. He begins to mumble my name, voice raw and reverent, little gasps in between each of his words. My clit throbs at the sound of him. I reach between my legs and begin to circle the neglected bud. I’m not particularly nice to it, chasing the high of an orgasm at any cost. Fingers snake into my hair but he doesn’t force my head down. My eyes ease open to look at him, only to find him staring right back. 

That’s when the dam breaks. His back arches, the hand in my hair becoming a vice to hold my head still as his hips jerk into my mouth, a mess of thank yous and my name tumbling from him. Hot ropes of cum shoot into my throat and I gag at the sheer amount of it. He seems to come for an eternity, cock twitching constantly as more and more liquid spills into me. I swallow down as much as I can but some still leaks onto him. Finally, his body relaxes and my hair is released. I ease off him, panting. 

A quiet moment passes between us as I rest my head on Tomas’s thigh. I could feel the exhaustion from my slaughter of the wooden targets starting to creep up on me. Once my own breathing is under control, I trail sticky kisses up his torso, lingering on his stomach and his pecs, before I settle my hips on his chest, knees on either side of his head. His eyes still look dazed and he has a dumb smirk on his face. “Good?” I muse, combing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “As good as your dreams?” 

“So much better,” he replies. 

“More?” My voice sounds a little unsure. But Tomas just grins like I offered him a divine gift. 

“I said you can take whatever you want. If you need more, I’ll give you anything.” My own blush crawls up my cheeks. His eyes soften as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I meant what I said before, you are so beautiful.” 

“It’s just the endorphins.” Tomas opens his mouth to argue but I pinch his chin between my fingers, “tongue out.” He does as I command without complaint. I wiggle my hips up so my pussy is right over his mouth. I can feel his tongue pressed against the tender skin but he doesn’t move it. I brace one hand behind me and give a tentative roll of my hips. Goosebumps ripple over my skin. He moans into me and the vibrations make my toes curl. “Do I taste as good as you imagined?” He nods, tongue dragging through my folds as he does, nose bumping my aching clit. I roll my hips a few more times but can’t seem to reach the high I’m close to. “ Mm, I did say you could touch whatever you wanted, so be good and impress me.” His arms lock around my thighs, hands splayed on my hips, urging me to press harder down on his face. I do, one hand in his hair and the other braced on the bed. 

Then he starts. His tongue is desperate, hitting every sensitive area I have. It lashes as my clit, swirling in tight circles, then it moves into me, curling in search of my g-spot. “Oh,” I gasp. The intensity nearly takes my breath away. As his tongue delves into me again, his nose digs into my clit. It’s my turn to whimper as my hips grind against him. He gives an approving moan. My thighs squeeze tight around his head at the feeling. I was already close after my own hasty masturbation. “Stay just like that,” I pant. His tongue becomes rigid in me. “Fuck, good boy.” He hums at the praise. I bare down on him, circling my hips however feels best. I eventually find a position that makes my eyes roll back and I start to fuck myself on his tongue. My sliver of shame at using him like a sex toy disappears when his own moans get louder than mine. He just feels too good to not use. I can’t imagine he can breathe well, if at all, but I can feel him pulling me down even harder. My juices and his spit coats my thighs. The lewd sounds of my wetness filled my ears. A heavy heat is pooling deep in my stomach. “Tomas,” I whimper. My nails bite into his scalp, “so close. Such a, oh fuck,” my words are cut off as that heat finally rushes through me. 

It’s a swift and intense orgasm that leaves me trembling over him. His tongue slips from inside me and starts to happily lap up the mess I’ve made. It prolongs the sensations and I mewl at the overstimulation. I try to lift my hips but he refuses to let go, even shaking his head in denial. “ Ah! You’re going to kill me,” I giggle. I felt light, giddy at the intense relief. It had been too long since I last came, let alone had someone to do it for me. I ease open my eyes to look at the man between my legs and see his eyes already open, pupils blown wide. To my horror, his skin has a slight purple hue to it. With a rough yank, I push his head away while lifting my hips. He sucks in harsh gasps of air.

“Sit back down,” Tomas pleads, “tastes so good .” I laugh, collapsing to my side, head hitting my pillows. My leg lingers on his shuddering chest and he runs a shaky hand over my ankle. Even from my position and poor lighting, I can see the glisten all over his face. Another comfortable silence passes. My eyes start to feel heavy, that exhaustion creeping up on me again. “More?” I shift my eyes to between his legs. He was not lying about only needing a few minutes. 

“More.” He lifts my leg closer to his soaked face, trailing feather light kisses along my ankle and calves. He adjusts himself to a crouch, laying more kisses on my skin. I giggle and instinctively jerk my leg when he finds a ticklish spot at the back of my knee. Then the slow progress goes up my legs, hips, ribs, between my breasts, then finally my neck. “Great, now I’m all sticky,” I tease. He braces himself on either side of my head. 

“You sound like an angel when you laugh.” His voice is tender as his lips ghost against my ear. My hands set to exploring his chest, lingering on the scars. I turn my head to capture his lips. The kiss is soft, all the desperate hunger from the courtyard gone. I savor the taste of me on his lips. My arms drape over his shoulders as I draw him closer. I can feel the heavy weight of his hard cock on my stomach. I pull away, pressing my damp forehead against his. 

“Be careful with me,” I breathe. His eyebrows knit together in sudden worry. 

“Are you…?” His voice trails off in question. 

“No, no,” I assure, giving him a small peck for good measure. “It’s just been a while and you’re,” I search for a better word but find none, “thick.” A smug smile parts his lips. It only makes his features more attractive. I find myself grinning back. 

“Of course I will,” he promises. Much to my dismay, he leans away, sitting back on his ankles. He drinks in the sight of me before him. “ Fuck,” his voice is almost quiet enough for me to miss. I feel like I’m on the operating table, that he’s a doctor examining for anything remotely interesting. His calloused palms push my thighs apart to expose more to his hungry eyes. “So wet,” he hums, his thumbs spreading my folds open. 

“Tomas.” His attention immediately snaps to my face. “Start fingering me so you can fuck me. I’m not a very patient person. You can have your fill of looking at me later.” He cards his fingers through my slick, wedging two fingers into me, stopping at his second knuckle. I bite my lip on a moan, back arching. My hips push against his hand, fingers sinking deep into me. They curl and begin to pump inside me. I whine at how wet I sound and my eyes drift close. His fingers are dexterous, rubbing my sensitive walls perfectly. “More,” I choke, hips desperately pushing against his hand. 

“Say please.” My eyes snap open to find him with another self-satisfied grin. I can’t stop my own smile and hold out my hands, motioning for him to come closer. He does, free hand braced next to my head. I slather his neck in kisses, my tongue darting out, sucking a harsh hickey in the crux of his neck. He gasps at the sudden intensity. 

“ Please,” I pitifully moan into his ear. He instantly slips a third finger in me. My laughter mixes with my sigh of pleasure. He’s so easy to toy with. “Only needed one please?” 

“Quiet,” he grumbles. As if in retaliation, his fingers ease out of me. I pout and he flicks my bottom lip. I snag the digit with my teeth and bite down playfully. Then I feel the head of his dick press against my empty hole, his slick fingers coating his length the best he could. “Do you need more time?” I shake my head. The hand next to my head reached down to grasp mine, slotting our fingers together. “Deep breath,” the word is dragged out into a shuddering breath as he sinks into me, hips flush against mine. “ Oh my god.” 

“F-fuck,” I whimper, eyes squeezed shut. He’s completely overwhelming, pushing against any sensitive area I could possibly have. I can even feel the ridge along the underside of him pressing into my walls. A moment passes while we adjust to each other, bodies still. “ More. Please Tomas, more.” This time my voice lacks its previous theatrical pleading. His lips trap mine in a desperate kiss while his hips start at a torturously slow pace. I let his tongue plunder my mouth, not even trying to take control again. I grip his hair before my nails rake down his neck to his broad shoulder. He hisses at the sting. “ Faster,” I gasp through the clash of our lips. He does without complaint. He cradles my hips with both arms as he pounds into me. The new angle makes me finally break our kiss and I gasp out his name. 

“So wet,” Tomas mumbles, words slurring, “so warm. Fuck .” He nuzzles his face in my neck to leave behind his own love bites. He leaves a particularly harsh one along my collarbone that makes my back arch into his sweaty chest. He litters my chest in kisses as he moves to the other side of my neck. There he scatters more marks, creeping all the way up my neck. I slither my hand between my legs, trying to ease the burn of my clit. He buries himself deep into me and then stops. 

“ No, no, no,” I babble, grinding my hips against him. He once again leans back. With a small slap to my hand, he replaces it with his own. He lifts one of my legs up, laying it against his chest, before easing forward, bending me nearly in half. Then he starts fucking me. It’s harsh and rough, his thumb punishing the bundle of nerves under it. “ Tomas!” My voice is loud and brittle. My toes curl and my stomach tightens. Heat is building quickly. I’m sure if anyone passed by they would be able to clearly hear the wet slaps of our hips. 

“You’re squeezing me so much,” he groans as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. I’m moaning unabashedly now, being far too loud. But he’s just so big . Now I can feel him twitching constantly inside me. It’s almost too much. The heavy weight of him. The way he can’t miss the spongy spot inside me. His thumb making harsh, wet circles over my clit. Even the slight smell of smoke and sweat on him is driving me higher. My eyes squeeze together, trying to focus on one sensation at a time. 

I fail. I alternate between crying out his name and expletives before the heated coil inside me shatters. “ Tomas! I-fuck-I,” I can’t even get the words out before I’m coming. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, hips recklessly bouncing against his. He keeps his rapid pace so it prolongs the orgasm to near discomfort. 

“Look at me,” Tomas’s voice is shaking. Through my shuddering, I manage to open them and take him in. He’s pink again, hair slicked back with sweat. A tear oozes down my cheek as overstimulation begins to set in. “ Just a little more ,” he assures and I drunkenly nod back. His hips are still harsh but they are losing this pace. He removes his thumb from my clit which provides much needed respite. The way his ragged voice curls around my name nearly makes me come again. “ Just a little-“ After one final push, he buries himself deep into me with a guttural groan, his cum filling me to the brim. 

We both still, chests heaving, breaths choppy. We don’t speak for several minutes, letting the afterglow fade. His fingers on my face is what draws my eyes back open. I hadn’t even realized they had closed. “Do you have a rag in here?” I reach to my bedside table and produce a box of tissues. 

“These right now,” I mutter. “We can get the towel in a moment. You cum too much.” My throat itches. Not a good sign for my volume levels. 

Tomas gives a weak smile. “Feel too good.” He plucks three from the box before slips from me. I can feel a wave of liquid dribble down my thighs. He sets to diligently cleaning me, being careful to avoid my most tender areas. A sizable pile of discarded tissue appears on the bed. “Towel?” I point at the door to my left. He goes to it and finds my attached bathroom. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. My body felt like jelly. A lukewarm towel rubs away most of the sticky mess. “Curl your knees in, I’m going to sit you up.” I do as I’m told, not even thinking about questioning it. His strong arms work under mine, hoisting me up straight. I can feel the towel under my hips. “Just sit here so most of it can drain out. I’m going to get you some water, okay?” I give a weak nod. He presses a loving kiss to my temple. 

I don’t remember him leaving, only him returning. “Here,” I open my blurry eyes and take the offered cup. The water is crisp and I can feel it working through my chest. Tomas stands awkwardly by the bed. He had only put on his pants. I could see my one lone hickey along with a few trails of my nails. 

“You’ll have to let me give you more marks,” I point out, “we’re uneven.” He hums in agreement. Keeping one hand on my shoulder so he didn’t send me backwards, he removed the towel from under me. “Just toss it in the bathroom, clean later.” He does as instructed. I settled back in my pillows, crawling under my waiting sheets. I see him starting to gather up his clothes. “Aren’t you going to stay?” He genuinely looks surprised but gladly strips back down to his underwear, crawling next to me. I barely even laid my head down on his chest before I was asleep. 

I woke up very late the next day. Afternoon sun pierces through the blinds, nearly blinding when I open my eyes. Tomas was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He looks so relaxed, so soft in sleep. He's far too handsome for his own good. We were tangled together and in the sheets. I’m able to wiggle free and sneak on wobbly legs to the bathroom. As I pass my bedroom door, I notice someone had placed a tray on my desk. It was laden with food. My stomach gave an excited growl. I noticed a note next to a bright red tea cup in the corner of the tray. Curious, I lift it and read:

Sister, the red cup is yours. The last thing we need is a baby to take care of.

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TW: yandere, dubcon themes, size difference

He's considered training you to take care of his morning wood, but the mere thought of waking up to you sucking him off is a good enough dream for him to settle for simply grinding against your ass instead.

You wake up with the warm feeling of his massive hand spread across your chest, a nipple caught between his rough fingers, while his other holds you at the hip, keeping your smaller body snug against him while he humps your rear in soft lolls.

The silk babydoll he put you in the night before is glassy against his chest and feels effortlessly smooth against the bulge in his boxers as he rubs the tent between your asscheeks, groaning at the feel while his cock perks up into a bigger and heavier beast within the confines.

Soon, it becomes painful to keep himself inside, and he lets out a hiss against your ear, slowly and carefully pulling the ill erection out. Blushed an angry red at the mushroomed tip. His veins feel stiff as iron beneath his fingers as he rubs over them carefully. Thick and sturdy, just like actual wood where you feel him bob against your spine - so big you need to swallow thinking about it, feeling yourself grow hotter while something needy awakens between your legs.

You don't want to ask for it because each time you ask for it, you end up taking his load in your mouth while he leaves for work without barely touching you at all. So instead, you pretend you're still sleepy, feeling him pull your nightie up over your hips, suppressing a gasp when his hot meat slaps your bare ass and starts fucking the crack.

His arm weighs down heavily on your waist as he sneaks around to touch between your thighs, giving a chuckle at what he feels.

"Mmh- what's this?" He groans in a groggy mutter, dark and gravely, the words breathed hotly against your neck, making your stomach spur. "Y'dreaming of taking my cock- hm?"

Lifting your thigh, he moves his shaft between them, rubbing it along your sex, fucking the sweet triangular space found there while his other hand moves from your chest to hold your throat. Groaning right at your ear, he rubs your pearl and makes you cum on him without yet entering right before he shoves inside you all the way up to his balls, spilling hot rope and thick hot rope inside your womb.

There's still an hour before he needs to get up, so he leaves himself inside your heat to keep warm. You're still fluttering from your orgasm, and choking from the sudden intrusion - somewhat prepared for it after an hour of dry-humping - but not entirely, feeling the sting as he settles deeper inside you, kneading your walls and making you bloat with a firm belly bulge. Cum leaking out the edges.

BNHA – Bakugou, Enji

JJK – Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Toji

AOT – Erwin, Zeke

You are friends with Charlie and have known him for years, although the two of you changed a lot as you grew up one thing stayed the same. Charlie’s annoying moping, the constant complaining that girls never want him. Every single time he brought it up you rolled your eyes, in your mind calling it his ‘pathetic pent-up virgin rant’ but you’d never say that to his face. You don’t know how many times it took him rambling on and on, until you to snapped, twenty? thirty times? It didn’t matter because one fateful afternoon you had enough of his miserable complaining, pushing him roughly against the sofa, kissing him until his brain turned to mush.

Once you had him hypnotized by your lips it didn’t take much convincing to get him to him naked. Charlie was nothing more than a blubbering mess above you as he fucked you enthusiastically into the soft cushions of his sofa. None of the sounds leaving his mouth resembled words as you degraded him. Telling him just how irritating he had been, how infuriating it was to hear him complain about not being able to shove his cock into ‘sexy girls’. You had Charlie how you wanted him, a whimpering mess as he tried to thrust as deep as he could into your cunt. His head drops to your shoulder as he takes shaking breaths. You laugh at him as you feel his warm tears falling onto your shoulder, your pussy had him crying like a bitch until his hips jerked against you as his orgasm ripped through his body.