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Nights were the worst when Rex was out on deployment. During the day, I could distract myself with work or friends, but when the sun set over Coruscant and I found myself alone in our little apartment, worry frayed my nerves. How many brothers had Rex lost today? Had he’d been injured in another one of his general’s foolhardy schemes? Was he alive?

The last thought always kept me up at night, wondering if they’d even contact me if he’d been lost. Clones weren’t supposed to have relationships after all. Their loyalty was only meant for the Republic. But to the Republic, they were just a number.

Rex was everything to me.

I tried to wash the fear away in the shower. Tried and failed as I rubbed lotion into my skin and draped a robe around my body.

I crawled into bed, sighing as I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Silence echoed through the apartment. 

The bleep of my communicator blared out in the quiet and I sat up as fast as I could to answer the call. 

“Rex!” 

There he was, dressed down to just his fatigues and sitting—well, slumping really—on the corner of his bed. One of the few advantages to being a Captain , he’d so often told me. He got his own room. 

His eyes softened through the blue hue of the hologram. “ Cyare .” There was a breath of relief in his voice that made me melt. “You’re still up. Thought you’d be asleep by now.”

I shook my head at him. “Couldn’t sleep. Too busy thinking.” I adjusted the communicator and laid forward on the bed, propping my hand on my chin. “I miss you.”

Rex leaned back. His head bumped the wall behind him, making him wince. “Kriff . ”

A soft chuckle escaped my throat. “Graceful as always.”

“I miss you too, Y/n.” He ignored my jab and regarded me through his lashes. “I miss those eyes, that smile, your scent…Stars, I’m rambling.”

But my stomach dipped with his words. Memories of nights spent in this bed together during his leave filled my mind. The both of us were so enraptured by each other’s bodies that we’d momentarily forgotten the war, and the risks. And I had never felt so alive. So complete with anyone else.

Slowly, I picked up where he left off. “I miss your hands,” I told him. “And your lips. Your heat.”

A dark light crossed his face. Rex straightened up, getting as close to the communicator as he could. “I don’t have much time, Y/n.” He wasn’t warning me, just informing me that we had to be quick with this. His eyes dropped to my robed figure and I saw him gulp through the hologram. “I miss your breasts.”

A blossom of heat bloomed in my stomach and I tucked my legs under me as I sat up on my knees. I undid the knot at my waist to loosen my robe with ease, slipping the fabric off and letting it pool around my hips. My chest rose and fell with my excited breaths as I revealed my breasts to him. 

Rex sucked in a breath, his pupils dilating as my hands grazed the sides of my breasts. My thumbs stroked under my nipples, a soft moan escaping my lips as I imagined Rex himself squeezing my mounds in his calloused grasp.

“ Cyare .” His hushed voice brought my focus back to him. Rex palmed himself through his fatigues, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Stars, I miss that voice of yours. I love your little noises.”

I offered him a fond smile, reaching down to untangle the rest of the robe from my body. I settled myself against the pillows, completely bare before him with my legs pressed together. “I just miss you, Rex. I miss you here.” I held his gaze through the hologram as I taped my lips with my nail. “And here.” I drew a line down to my heart, nestled between my breasts. Then, I finally opened my legs, letting Rex gawk at my sex as my fingers ran through my slick folds. “But mostly here .” I punctuated the word by slipping two fingers into my core. My head fell back as my walls sucked up each digit with ease. I gave a few shallow thrusts until Rex could hear my juices sloshing against my fingers..

Rex snapped at the sound. “Kriff , mesh’la ,” Rex moaned as he pulled his cock from his under armor and stroked it in tandem with my movements. 

I watched him, stomach clenching from the sight of his length standing fully erect. Those phantom memories of him thrusting deep within me, stroking every beat of pleasure out of me with his movement, rose to the forefront of my mind. I whined at him. “It’s not enough. I need you, Rex!”  I panted, fingers desperately plunging in and out of my heat. “I miss your cock. It fits me so well, stretches me out just right!” 

“Oh cyar'ik a!” Rex groaned, his chest heaving. His hips bucked at the sight of her, as his member twitched in his hand. Rex picked up his strokes, squeezing his tip on each pass.

A string of moans fell from my lips as I brought my free hand down to circle my clit. Pleasure rolled though my bones as my legs jerked together. My climax teemed on the horizon, and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze through the hologram. “Rex!” My movements sped up to a fever pitch until I stuttered, legs trembling. “I gonna-”

“Do it,” Rex bit out the order more like a desperate man than a controlled captain. “I want to see it. I want to see you come, Y/n. Please, mesh’la .”

I screamed his name as my release seized me, hazing my mind and racking through my body. I rubbed my clit though my climax, mewling as the after waves of pleasure washed through me. I slipped my fingers from my cunt, presenting the white dew of my release to him through the communicator.

Rex moaned, unabashedly, his mouth hanging open as his fist stroked ropes of semen from his tip. Rex’s breath came in huffs as he finished on his stomach, staring at me with lust-blown eyes.

We laid in blissful silence for a moment. Our chests rose and fell in unison, despite being lightyears apart. 

“I love you,” Rex said, softly.

I smiled at him through the hologram. “I love you too.” My heart was struck with a longing that took my breath away. “Come back to me.”

Rex nodded. “Always, cyare."

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Lisa opened the door to the library for me. Her face was sweet, but her voice had a clear undertone of violence as she said, “If you don’t get him out of here. I’m going to fry him to a crisp.”

I swallowed, knowing full well she meant it. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

She closed the door and I was left alone to travel the shelves, searching for the idiot who had long overstayed his welcome in Lisa’s library. It was late into the night, the candles burning low in their sconces. The library had officially closed an hour ago, though I doubted the captain noticed…or cared.

Finally, I found him hunched over a table in the farthest corner of the library. Its surface was littered with books and maps, though I couldn’t tell their contents from here. “Kaeya?” I called out to him, not getting too close.

The Cavalry Captain shut the book he was reading and pulled some paper over the cover. A curious action. He turned, tugging a smile onto his lips even though his features were gaunt and tired. “Y/n, to what do I owe the pleasure, my dear?”

I arched a brow at him. “It’s almost 1 in the morning, Kaeya. The library closed at midnight.”

Kaeye gave me a slow blink. “Oh. Is it?” He glanced at the clock on the wall and shrugged. “Well since I’m here already…” He turned back to the table.

But I shook my head. “Lisa sent me to kick you out.”

He tensed but chuckled under his breath. “And why would she do that?”

“Well, I was already looking for you,” I admit, coming closer. “I haven’t seen you around much.”

He let out a long sigh, shaking his stiff shoulders, and looked back at me. “I’m sorry darling. Really.” He frowned. “But I have a lot going on.”

A vague answer. But I’ve gotten used to vague answers from him. I know better than to pry, so that would leave option two. “I still have to get you out of here.”

“Love, I really-” Kaeya’s words halted as I lowered my hand to loosen the string of my corset, grinning innocently at him. His eye gleamed, curiously. “What are you doing there?” The corner over his lip twitched in a small smirk.

“Nothing,” I lied, running my fingers over my collarbone and to the back of my neck. Kaeya followed the movement, his interest piqued. “It’s just hot in here. Aren’t you warm?”

“Sweltering,” he teased back. We both knew he didn’t get hot. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Keep going.” The order was low and intentful.

And I obeyed.

My fingers loosened the corset slowly, easing the garment off and letting it plop on the floor. I frowned. “Mm, still warm.”

Kaeya’s amused lips pursed. “Well, I didn’t tell you to stop. Did I, love?” There was a huskiness to his voice that made my spine tingle. What we were was…complicated. But the energy between us, the heated look in his eye and the flutter of butterflies in my stomach was simple. He wanted me. And I wanted him. 

My hands fell to the top of my overskirt, holding his gaze as I slid the heavy fabric off. The skirt pooled around my ankles, only leaving me in a slip of an underdress. The library was always cold, but I felt a trickle of sweat at the nape of my neck and a distinct wetness between my thighs as Kaeya’s eye roamed up the curves of my body, hardly hidden under the thin fabric of the dress. His gaze stopped at my chest, watching my nipples harden and perk up beneath the fabric with a proud smirk.

Slowly, I reached to lower the sleeves of my dress.

“No.” Kaeya stopped me, swallowing his lust as he gripped the table behind him. He took a fleeting glance at the table and his many references over his shoulder before refocusing on me. He lifted a hand to beckon me closer.

Again, I obliged, stepping out of my skirt and approaching the table and him.

Kaeya grinned like a cat as I placed my hands on the table around him, leaning my chin on his chest.

“Yes?” I asked sweetly, my knee brushing the inner line of his thigh.

Kaeya chuckled. “You’re really working for it tonight.”

“I don’t want Lisa to fry you,” I admitted, then added with a pout, “And I’ve missed you in the tavern.”

Kaeya leaned down, his hands finally releasing their grip on the table to find purchase on my hips. “And in your bed no doubt,” he whispered, squeezing my skin through the thin fabric of my underdress.

“Mmm…there too,” I agreed, slightly breathless.

“Aw, how cruel I’ve been,” Kaeya mirrored my pout with his own. “I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you.”

I grinned up at him. “Yes. You will. Right now.” 

He dipped his head down to place a slow, heated kiss against my lips. “I love when you get bossy, dear,” he whispered as our lips parted and he ran his hands up the length of my back. “Very well.” He released me with a smirk, leaning back against the table. “Grab your clothes. And I’ll make the wait well worth it.”

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I should be scared. No, I should be absolutely terrified. Kidnapped and held for ransom by one of New York’s most dangerous and violent criminals? I should be losing my god damn mind! And yet, as the hulking figure of the symbiote looms over me—postulating about how hopeless it is to run and how he’ll get my money and my blood one or another—all I can focus on is his tongue!

It flexes and twists with each word, snaking out past Venom’s lips in hypnotic movements that have me rubbing my thighs together to get some sort of friction against my needy core. 

“Lick me.” The words tumble from my mouth so abruptly that both I and Venom go still and stare at each other.

After a beat the alien reels. “Wait. Are you…Are you turned on right now?!”

I gulp down my embarrassment, nodding slowly.

Venom gives me an incredulous look. “Seriously? I’m threatening your life!”

I drop my gaze, pressing my legs together as his voice tempts me further. “Yeah, it’s kinda hot.”

“Oh, for the love of-” The symbiote runs a hand down his face. A moment passes before he breathes a heavy sigh. “Well, I don’t know what to do with this .” He gestures at my prone figure.

I bite my lip, feeling a bit emboldened by his change in attitude. “You could do it.” I look back up at him. “Lick me.”

Venom regards me, considering the offer. “Well, you do look delicious.” He steps closer, further cementing the incredible height difference between us. “And I am interested in hearing you scream. One way or another.” He chuckles under his breath, that damned tongue licking out once again and stealing my will to argue. “What the hell. Let’s see how you taste, morsel.”

I barely utter a gasp as he slashes a massive clawed hand down the front of my dress, ripping it from collar to hem with ease. I suck in a pained breath as he leaves a shallow cut across my stomach, but the burning sensation is soon replaced with a heated zap as the alien leans over me and traces his tongue over my skin. The long appendage licks up the small trail of blood and then wraps around my left tit. The tip teases at my nipple until I moan out, arching my back towards the monster above.

With an amused chuckle, Venom draws back. “You really do want this, don’t you?” His tongue licks at his maw, over jagged, sharp teeth that should make me cower but only heighten my arousal. 

God, what if he bit me? I shudder at the thought, though not from fear.

The alien tilts his head, studying me. “You are a peculiar human.” He leans closer, two bulky arms caging me against the ground. “Perhaps I should’ve chosen you as a host.” He grins, then licks a line up my neck, to my jaw. 

I cry out in a shrill whine and place my hands against his chest. My fingers sink into the ooze that seems to coat his body and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like against me. In me. 

Venom lowers his mouth to my ear. “I must know how you taste,” he declares before licking at my earlobe.

I pant for air as he lowers himself down my body, his clawed hands easily fitting around my legs to push them up and back and expose my sex to him completely. He licks his maw again and I clench around nothing at the sight. 

“Now that is quite alluring,” he remarks as he gazes down at my soaking core. 

Before I can question him on anything, the symbiote dives between my thighs. His tongue lashes out to taste my essence dripping from my entrance and he groans.

It’s so surprising that I sit up, eyes wide. 

The alien lifts his head, a wicked grin spreads over his jagged teeth. “Oh, that is divine .” He goes back down. His tongue takes a few more deep strokes up my core before he plunges it into my pussy.

I see stars.

The appendage flicks against my walls, far deeper than any human man could ever dream of reaching. It thrusts against me with such a feverish passion that I have to bite down on my fist to keep myself grounded.

When the symbiote notices my action, a black web shoots out and pins my hands above me. He growls as he pulls his tongue back. “I said I wanted to hear you scream.” His claws bite into the skin of my thighs. “Now scream .”

Venom’s tongue burrows deeper into my core until I can practically feel him in my guts. His thrusts become rough and purposeful as his jaw unlatches to push my body closer to him. 

I gasp, watching his teeth graze just over my lower stomach. But Venom doesn’t bite down, thank God, he only fucks his tongue harder within me until I can feel my release tightening in my belly.

I scream out, shoving my hips against him as I fight to match his rhythm and lurch myself over the edge. My body convulses as pure ecstasy washes over it and I feel my release rush forth and completely drench the alien’s mouth and chin.

Venom laughs, pulling his tongue back and using it to lick up the dripping mess from his chin. “Yes. That is what I needed. A sweet little treat.” He looms over me again, but I don’t even pretend to be afraid. I just smile up at him, still glowing from the intensity of my climax. “I like you.” He grins, devilishly. “I think I’ll keep you around, morsel.”

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The bed shifted under a foreign weight, waking me from my light slumber. The knife I kept under my pillow for protection was in my hand and at the culprit’s throat before either or us could expel a single breath.

In the darkness of the room, I nearly didn’t recognize the man before me, save for the piercing blue eyes staring down at me.

The knife in my hand faltered. “Farkas?”

My husband was dressed in his small clothes, his muscles tightening the fabric around the arms and thighs as he leaned over me. Farkas dropped his gaze from me to the knife, slowly, as if he were dazed and nodded. “I didn’t want to wake you up. Sorry.”

I lowered the knife with a quiet sigh of relief. “You should have. I nearly sliced your throat!”

The corner of his lip tugged upwards. “You’ve gotten faster. That’s good.”

I flipped myself over to face him as he spoke with a hard note of pride in his voice. His travels with the Dragonborn took him away from Whiterun so often, and I knew he worried about me being alone when he was gone. He’d been the one to give me the knife and lessons on using it in case any thief or ill-meaning vagabond tried to break-in to our humble home.

I smiled up at him. “Aela gave me a few pointers.” I tucked the knife back under my pillow before continuing, “I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

“The giant camp wasn’t big.” His nose twitched with the words, eyes dropping to my chest still concealed by the blanket for the barest moment, then meeting my gaze again. “Only two. Didn’t take long to finish them.” 

I opened my mouth to respond, but his body leaned forward before I could. Farkas lowered his face to the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply for a moment. Stunned by the action, I only shivered as his tongue darted out to lick at the skin of my collarbone. 

He pulled away, meeting my surprised look with heavy eyes. “You smell…good.” His voice was thick, suddenly. 

I gulped. “Oh? Well, I haven’t done anything special I-”

Farkas’ hands rose to the collar of my nightgown, loosening the fabric until it slipped off my shoulders with ease. I let out a soft gasp as the night air brushed my skin, collecting goosebumps around my breasts and hardening my nipples. 

A low rumble came from deep in Farkas’ throat, but his brow was furrowed. Focused. “No, not there.” 

“Farkas-” I breathed as he pulled the blanket off my body and propped himself above me. His hands sought the hem of my nightgown, pushing the fabric up my thighs until my lower heat was exposed to him. 

Farkas sucked in a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes as a small shudder ran through his body. When he opened them again, his eyes were charged with lust. “There.”

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip. “What are you talking about, dear?”

Instead of answering with words, Farkas uses his hands to separate my legs. I didn’t fight the action. He gazed down at my glistening core, already wet with arousal despite him doing so little. 

My stomach fluttered.

“You’re budding.” His voice was like a rasp as if it were difficult to speak. He met my confused gaze with his determined one. “In heat. I can smell it.” 

The words finally clicked and brought a burning blush to my cheeks. Sometimes, I forgot about his heightened werewolf smell and strength. Farkas was so gentle with me normally, but in moments like this—intimate moments—it was as if the beast were trying to punch through his will. 

He growled deep in his throat again, his hold on my legs tightening. “I could put a pup in you tonight,” he groaned.

“Farkas…” We’d discussed having children before. It was something we both wanted, but that didn’t mean his suggestion didn’t catch me off guard. I held his gaze, watching his self-control dwindle every second I laid bare beneath him. I could see his cock hardening in his pants and in an instant, my decision was made. “Yes,” I whispered. “Please, Farkas. Give me a baby.”

He’d only needed permission to act. Within moments, his small clothes were ripped from his body, revealing the bulging muscles beneath.

I clenched around nothing as he leaned back over me, pulling the fabric of my nightgown around my waist to bring my body closer. I ran my hands through the thick hair on his chest as he caged my body in between his arms. 

Desire pooled in my stomach, bubbling over as he prodded his throbbing member against my entrance. I released a soft moan, but he snuffed it out by crashing his lips against mine. Farkas groaned in pleasure as he sunk his cock into my core, grinding against my slick walls with a few shallow thrusts.

I bit his lip as he stretched me out, his member already brushing against my lower guts without much effort. “Farkas,” I panted, pulling away from his lips and burying my face in his shoulder. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist as Farkas growled again and began thrusting deep within me. His pace was not gradual; his hips slammed against mine as I moaned into his skin. Farkas gripped the bed beneath me with enough force to rip the sheet, but it didn’t deter his movements. 

HIs dark hair brushed against my cheek as I shut my eyes, kissing his neck as Farkas completely lost himself in the action, pounding hard and deep against me until stars exploded behind my eyes and a loud wail of ecstasy filled my lungs.

I tightened around his cock, making Farkas snarl then grunt as he reached a desperate peak. He arched his back as an animalistic howl escaped his lips. He released his seed deep within me. I felt the warmth of it fill me to the brim and accepted it all, milking Farkas for every drop from his cock. 

Finally, he shuddered and fell beside me, groaning.

I took a moment to catch my breath before I felt him pull me close, his hand going to my stomach. His thumb grazed the skin above my belly button before he chuckled under his breath. “You’ll swell up with our baby now,” he whispered. “Our little pup.” He leaned forward and kissed the back of my ear.

“Mm, and you’ll be a papa,” I whispered back, smiling ear to ear.

His arms tightened around me, his breath warming my neck. “I can’t wait for that, my love.”

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“Oh? That’s an interesting response.” Kaeya chuckled as I glared back at him for what had to be the sixth or seventh time. The bastard wore the smuggest smile as he licked his fingers free of my juices, holding my gaze as his tongue swiveled around each digit. 

Dressed down to just a shirt and pants, he still held a level of composure that completely contrasted with my heaving chest and shaking legs. Kaeya had been at this for the last thirty minutes now; lavishing my clit and core until I almost snapped, before pulling back and laughing about it.

Were I not in such a hazy, desperate state I might have kicked him in the shin.

But as it was, he had me bent over the Grand Master’s desk and completely at his mercy. Not that there was much to be had.

As my breathing started to even from his last torrent, Kaeya dived back down again. He began gently, circling my core with feather-light fingers. Then he plunged two fingers into my waiting pussy, sinking until he could curl them against my walls and find the perfect spot to make me scream.

And scream I did until his name echoed in the empty halls of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. 

 I’d never been so glad that the acting Grand Master was away with Lisa on a personal trip. She’d so confidently left Kaeya in charge of the knights while she was away, and of course this was how he was spending his time: Edging me to the brink of begging while every other knight was preoccupied with patrols.

He stopped his movements again and I cried out, my body convulsing. My release was right on the precipice of my consciousness, but with a hard slap to my ass, it slipped from my fingertips once again. Kaeya smoothed over the reddening skin of my behind, pinching its fullness until I yelped.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he eased, reaching to brush my hair off of my neck. “You’re being so good, my dear. Just a little more.” I could hear the smirk in his words.

I huffed. “You said that ten minutes a- ah! ” I arched my back up as his fingers started to vehemently stroke my clit, pulsing against the sensitive bud until I saw white. “Kaeya!”

He reached his free hand around me to grope at my tit. He held the mound in his hand with a vice grip while his fingers worked my climax back to its peak. 

“Please,” I begged, finally snapping. “Please, please, please, please…Kaeya…” my words slurred together as my release began to flush through my body. And for a single, euphoric second, I thought he’d listened and taken mercy on me. 

But then Kaeya stopped and pulled his hands away from me once more.

I cried out, tears blurring my eyes as the loss of my release once again pained my body and caused my knees to give out. I nearly fell off the desk, but Kaeya looped a hand around my waist and kept me steady. 

He turned me over and brought my head to his chest. “Good girl,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “Very good.” 

I sniffled, rubbing the frustrated tears from my eyes. “You’re an ass!”

Kaeya chuckled, the sensation thrummed through his body. “Maybe.” He placed a quick kiss against my forehead and sat me back on the desk, this time letting me face him. “But I fully intend to reward your patience, love.” The cold—almost cruel—gleam in his eye thawed into one of lust as he stroked his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’ve earned it.”

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My heels clicked across the marble tile of the Tsaritsa’s palace as I overlooked her schedule for the day. She would be meeting several dignitaries from Fontaine throughout the afternoon and I would have to make sure she took at least one break to eat, or else she’d run herself ragged and likely spur another blizzard over the city. And then there was-

A shadow caught the corner of my eye, barely giving me enough time to stop before I ran into the hulking man before me. A large hand came to rest on my shoulder, keeping my balance as I looked up into the masked face of the Captain. 

A rush of emotions swept through me at his presence being so near once again. Surprise. Joy. Caution. And Desire. 

I barely managed to keep my voice even as I addressed him, “Capitano.” I took a deep breath through my nose. “You’re back early.”

He inclined his head towards the ledger in my hand. Though I could not see his face, I heard his amusement in his voice as he said, “And you are still busy.” His deep baritone brought a blush to my face, memories of his quiet groans of pleasure heating my skin. 

I cleared my throat. “Yes, well, the Tsaritsa never rests. So neither should I.”

“A loyal notion.” Capitano regarded me for a long moment. I wondered if with all his power, he could sense the pounding of my heart in my chest. I certainly heard it in my ears. Suddenly, he leaned down. His neck craned to whisper in my ear. “But I would like a moment of your time, lady advisor. If you’re willing.”

My throat dried at the offer, knowing all it entailed with great detail. I glanced down at the schedule in my hand. Truly, the Tsaritsa would not really need me for another hour or so. I met the Captain’s gaze through his mask. “I’m always willing to discuss matters with you, Capitano,” I told him, silently congratulating myself for sounding far more composed than I felt.

The Captain straightened up and chuckled, extending his arm to me. “Then perhaps we can continue this conversation in my office?”

I hesitated to take his arm. It would surely raise questions if anyone saw the 1st Fatui Harbinger parading the Tsaritsa’s top advisor around the palace. But the hall was empty and we were not far from the seclusion of his office.

I took his arm. 

Capitano placed his other hand over mine, squeezing it ever so softly. The notion set my heart fluttering. This man could easily break a soldier in two if he wished, but his touch was always gentle with me. Tender.

We made it to his quarters without incident. The moment Capitano secured the door behind him, he turned back to me and brushed a hand through my hair. “I missed you,” he whispered, stepping closer. “Natlan is too far and I have grown much too used to having you near.” He lowered his head again, pressing his mask against my forehead. I could feel the heat of his breath through the black panel, but I could not see his face. 

For all his sweet words, he’d yet to reveal it to me.

But I would not dwell on that now. Not when he was back and we were alone.

“I missed you too,” I answered, letting him loop an arm around my waist and pull me closer. I longed to kiss him, but I could settle for his warmth against me and his hands gripping my hips. 

Capitano pressed his head against my shoulder and breathed deeply. His hips slowly ground against me, lighting a fire deep within my stomach. “I need you, Y/n” he growled, deep and low. “Now.”

Desperate from being apart for so long, Capitano’s body shifted around me, pinning me against the door. I laid my hands against the grain as he traced a path up my thighs, pulling my skirt up to my waist. His gloved fingers slipped between my legs while his free hand kneaded one of my breasts through the fabric of my dress.

I whined, leaning my forehead against the door as he ran his fingers through my slick folds, coating them in my arousal. 

Capitano chuckled. “Already so wet,” he mused, retreating his fingers from my heat. “That’s what I like about you, Y/n.”

He ground his hips against me harder, sending shivers up my back as I felt the outline of his cock rub against my ass. Desire swarmed in my stomach and I had to moan against the wood of the door before it consumed me. 

“ Shh …” Capitano warned, raising his hand to my mouth and holding it tight against my lips. “Don’t want anyone to hear us, right lady advisor?” His other hand left my hip and worked to unfasten his belt and pants. “It’ll raise questions. People might wonder who you’re more loyal to. Her Majesty? Or me .”

He punctuated the last word by slipping the tip of his cock into my awaiting entrance. I let out a muffled moan against his hand, closing my eyes. Even just the tip was thick and hard; he stretched my walls until they burned as he sunk deeper.

I twitched around his length, making Capitano suck in a breath. “So tight. Just for me.” He held my mouth still as he pulled out until just his tip remained once again, before slamming right back into me.

I keened at the action, lips pressing against his palm as he picked up his pace. Capitano’s belt buckle slapped against my thigh and he gripped the fabric of my skirt so tightly, I was sure he’d rip it. 

Too fast, I felt my climax mount, bursting forth as I cried against his hand. Capitano removed it from my mouth as his thrusts sent aftershocks of pleasure through my limbs, making me mewl. He tugged my hair back so I could look up at his mask, my dazed a fucked out expression sending himself over the edge as he barely had time to pull out before he splattered his seed over the back of my dress.

Capitano hissed in disappointment as he looked down at the mess. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean-”

But I merely turned and fell into his embrace. “It’s okay, I’ll think of some excuse to go change,” I murmured against his chest. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

The Captain’s arms tightened around my frame. “As am I.” And for a moment, we knew true peace.

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The base was quiet, save for the sound of patrols circling the grounds outside. Of course, they were surveying the “important” areas like the weapon’s vault or the communications center. Which left the mess hall, all but defenseless. 

And I was starving.

I crept out of the barracks without a sound, keeping my back to the wall as I scurried through the winding halls to the cafeteria. I nearly ran into a patrol when I took a corner too fast, but managed to duck back into the shadows before they saw me. Finally, I arrived at my destination. A smirk tugged at my lips as I opened the cafeteria doors, completely unaware that a steady pair of eyes was watching me from the other end of the hall. 

I all but skipped through the mess hall and threw back the door to the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I salivated at the thought of eating anything but the war portions we were usually given. Christ, at this point I’d take an apple.

I perused the shelves at my leisure. The barracks wouldn’t be checked for another hour and I was completely alone.

Except I wasn’t.

The kitchen doors opened and closed behind me. So softly I didn’t even notice as I opened one of the fridges and almost screamed. “Holy shit, chocolate !” I missed chocolate so much. “Come to momma-”

As I reached for the stick of chocolate, the fridge slammed shut, barely missing my arm. 

I yelped, pulling my hand back and coming face to face with a giant. 

The man loomed over me with a sniper mask hiding his face. As if he needed help looking intimidating. The guy was built like an ox and I felt my mouth go dry just looking up at him.

“Shit,” I murmured, recognizing him as the deadly agent I’d been warned to steer clear of. König. 

He said nothing to me. His eyes pinned me in place as he studied every inch of my face.

I swallowed my growing fear and tried to smile at him, “Hi, uh, wanna share?”

His head tilted. “You’re not supposed to be here.” His thick Austrian accent made the warning sound harsher in my ears. 

I chewed my lip. “Yeah, I know.”

König didn’t say anything else. We stood there staring at each other until my fear started to numb. The air grew awkward.

“Um, so are you gonna report me?” I asked him, lifting a brow. “Because technically, I didn’t take anything.”

König blinked, then raised his hand to his chin, as if he hadn’t considered that. “That’s true.”

We fell silent again.

I shifted my weight between my feet. “Okay, well if that’s all.”

“No.” He stopped me by holding out an arm. “You’re still breaking curfew.”

I raised my hand, but I didn’t actually have a defense for that. “Oh c’mon. I’ve never broken a rule in my life. Can’t you just-” I tried to worm around him but the big guy was not budging. I huffed. “Is there something you want?” 

“Something I…want?” his eyes narrowed, slowly.

I wondered if maybe he didn’t understand me. “Yeah. You know, something you desire. I could run patrols for you, or clean your guns, or give you half my rations?”

He didn’t seem swayed by any of that. 

“I could give you money?” I tried, desperately.

Nothing. He only stared at me.

“Well, damn, what? Want me to suck your dick or something?”

He was startled at that. “What?!” He looked away, though. And I was struck with the warm, sweet knowledge that I had just flustered this man.

And it excited me. I tilted my head to the side. “Suck your dick. You know, like a blow-?” 

“I know what you’re talking about.” König took in a breath before daring to meet my gaze. His eyes were wide, and I suddenly didn’t see why people were so scared of him. He was big, sure. Intimidating, definitely. But also kinda…cute.

“I’m not going to report you,” he finally said. “So you don’t have to do…that. Or anything.”

But my stomach was already dipping and I felt a heavy wave of arousal hit my core. “Well that’s nice of you. But I think I want to,” I told him, stepping closer. König stiffened, but he didn’t move away. “Do you want me to?” I teased, grinning ear to ear.

I was close enough now that I could trace a finger up his chest. His pecs jumped at the sudden touch and—to my surprise—he leaned into it. 

A small groan fell from his lips. 

I blinked up at him, stunned by the reaction. Was he sensitive? Oh, this would be fun!

“I…want…” König let out a heavy breath and I could just see the tension in his frame. When was the last time he’d been touched? “Yes,” he finally uttered. “Yes, I want you to…” He looked away, embarrassed.

And I ate it up. “Want me to…?” I pouted, innocently. “Afraid I don’t follow.” I lowered my hand from his chest to the belt of his pants, tugging softly.

König gasped. “Suck.” He took a deep breath. “Suck my cock. Please.”

I chuckled and lowered myself to my knees before him, though I still had to sit pretty high to reach his crotch. “If you say so…” I answered coyly, running a hand over his pants. I could already feel him hardening underneath the fabric and I whistled. “Big, huh?” I looked up at him. “Guess it’s proportionate.”

The small praise seemed to fluster him further as König reached to grip the handle of the fridge, swaying slightly. I noted the action with a smile and started to undo the buckle of his pants. 

He practically stopped breathing as I ran my fingers over the waistband of his underwear. I hummed softly as I tugged the fabric down, revealing the length of his cock beneath. I blinked.

I’d been teasing him, but fuck was he actually big. There was no way I was going to fit his full length in my mouth. “Wow…” I breathed, giving his dick a little stroke.

König groaned again, his hips following the action. 

I looked up at him, smiling. “You’re gonna have to keep it down, sir.” I smirked. “Even if your noises are kinda cute.”

“Cute? I-ah!” His words were cut off by me licking a long strip up the shaft of his cock, my hand coming up to brace myself against his thigh as I gave his tip a few kitten licks to tease him. Pre-cum gushed forth, slicking my lips as I moved.

“Mmm…tastes good.” I held his gaze as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and sucked at the pre-cum gathering there.

“Ah-fuck…” He whined as I pushed him deeper down my throat. His stomach twitched as I sucked on him hard. 

I retreated from his cock, letting it pop out of my mouth. “Fuck you’re so big König.” I spit in my hand and began to lube up the base of his length. “So big and sensitive. I just wanna slurp you up!” 

König’s legs twitched at my continued praise. Another moan fell from his lips as I slipped his dick back between my lips, bobbing my head quicker this time while my hands stroked his shaft. 

“Mm!” I murmured against his length, breathing through my nose as my pussy soaked my panties. I swallowed around König, making him buck his hips.

He held the fridge with such a vice grip that I thought he’d break the handle off. His free hand reached out to hold my head steady as I continued to bob on his dick. “ Scheiße !” He moaned, his grip tightening on my neck.

It was the only warning I got before he was coating my throat in cum. It flowed thick and hot down my tongue and I had to pull back with a cough while the rest splattered all over my face.

König looked down at me with a horrified expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I haven’t…it’s been so long. I couldn’t control myself.” He looked around and grabbed at the nearest dish towel. He leaned down to help me wipe the beads of cum off my face.

“Well a little warning next time would be nice,” I grumbled as the towel rubbed my cheeks. I met his gaze through his sniper mask. “Though, that was still pretty hot. You’re cute when you moan.”

König’s eyes widened. “I have been called many things. Cute is not one of them.”

I laughed. Letting him help me up. “No, you’re cute.” I purposely ran my hands up his arms. “And we have to do that again!”

Even with the sniper mask on, I could tell he was blushing.

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Rosaria disappeared in the time it took me to blink and mumble out a curse under my breath. I meant to push forward and pick up her trail but then two hands with the strength of iron gripped my shoulders and slammed me back against the walls of Mondstadt.

I groaned, my vision blurring for a moment, before I focused upon the woman in front of me. Her purple eyes narrowed.

“Y/n,” she warned, “Quit following me.” Her voice was stern and not to be argued with.

Yet, I argued anyway, “I could help-”

“You don’t even have a vision. Just go home.” Rosaria let go of my shoulders. She turned to walk away. Anyone else would accept the dismissive gesture, but I knew Rosaria better than most. And the hint of worry in her voice wasn’t lost on me.

I gathered my footing and went after her. “I could still help with recon. Or I could just keep you company.”

Rosaria gave me a small glance. “I don’t need company.”

“You sure about that?” My response was quick and teasing, but it seemed Rosaria wasn’t in the mood.

“Y/n. Just-”

“I worry about you,” I admitted softly. “Out here, alone.”

We walked in silence for a beat as I looked up at the moon. 

“I can handle myself,” Rosaria finally answered, quietly. “Been doing it for a long time.”

“I could still help.” I turned and glanced down at the nun’s hand, debating with myself on my next action before finally reaching to grasp it. “Please?”

Rosaria jumped at the sudden contact. She snapped her head in my direction, her hand stiff in my grip. She stared at me for a moment, taking in my features in the moonlight. She let out a huff. “You’re so annoying.”

Yet, her fingers squeezed mine. She took a step closer to me, and I felt my heart thrum as she leaned closer. Her lips brushed against mine, tentatively, then they firmed up when I didn’t pull away. Her spare hand came up caress my neck, silver claws pressing into my skin just enough to not break it.

I put a hand on her waist as she leaned closer, our kiss deepening as I opened my mouth to her. Rosaria’s lips were like the brush of snow against mine, but the heat they sent through my body left my mind reeling. 

She stepped closer still, imperiously. Her body pressed against mine while our hands were still held together. And then we were tumbling back. The high grass outside the city caught our fall and hid our bodies as Rosaria continued to kiss me. I accidently knocked her veil from her head, making the nun laugh against my lips. 

She never laughed.

The sound brought a flush to my cheeks as she propped herself up above me. Just a crack of warmth slivered into her gaze as she regarded my face. But she frowned. “I hate how stupid you make me.”

I blinked, taken aback by the harsh words. “I’m sorry.”

But Rosaria shook her head. Her hand trailed down the column of my neck, over my collarbone and breasts, to the string of my corset. “Maybe not stupid,” she mused as she tugged at the bow to undo it. “But careless. Torpid.”

“Relaxed?” I added with a grin.

Rosaria gave me a look, but her icy exterior was cracked and it likely didn’t have as much of a patronizing edge as she’d wanted. She loosened my corset and leaned back down to kiss me again. Her lips were gentle, but needy. “Like I said,” she breathed, breaking the kiss, “stupid.”

She tugged down the collar of my underdress, slowly revealing my perky breasts to the night air. Rosaria kissed the corner of my mouth as a chill ran through my body. Then she moved down to my jaw. “You’re so…soft,” she murmured as her gloved hands traced over my chest, claws just grazing my pebbled nipples and making me gasp.

Rosaria smirked. “Hm, and sensitive.”

I blushed, biting my finger as she leaned in to kiss my neck. Her hands squeezed my tits while she propped her one knee between my legs, letting me grind against the string of her fishnet stockings.

She pulled back at the motion of my hips, regarding me. She smirked. “Cute.” 

Rosaria cupped my breast between both of her hands. She ran her thumbs over my nipples while gently stroking underneath them. I leaned into the touch. A small moan slipped past my lips as she pinched at my left nipple. The bud hardened and stung, goosebumps rising along my flesh. 

After a slight hesitation, Rosaria bent forward and licked around my areola before sucking my hardened nipple into her mouth. Her lips were so soft but her hands were strong as they fondled my chest with mounting vigor. 

I relaxed more with each second, wanton sighs spilling from my lips as I brought my hands up to grip her hair. 

With a pop of her mouth, Rosaria came away from my breast. She regarded my flushed cheeks and heavy breathing as I stared up at her. My mind was already fogging with lust and by the heated gleam in her eyes, I could tell hers wasn’t much better.

She lifted a hand to brush through my hair, a soft smile tugging on her lips. “You know what? Fuck the patrol. I’m taking you home.”

I beamed up at her, letting her tug me to my feet. I pulled my collar over my shoulders but didn’t bother tightening my corset again. Judging by the way Rosaria’s eyes roamed over my figure, I wouldn’t have it on for long when we got back to Mondstadt.

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My bare feet slapped the hard floors as I sprinted for my life. I could hear my heart pounding in my head, breath coming in quick desperate gasps, but I could see the exit. I was right there!

I let out a scream of joy as I drew closer. So close, so close!

And then the doorway was blocked by a grave figure, so big that not an ounce of light breached his silhouette. 

Panic and fear cloyed at my stomach as I fell, tripping over my own feet to scrap my knee. “Fuck!” I cursed, feeling blood run hot over my leg. My voice seemed to beckon the being forward as he stepped through the threshold. The metal pyramid over his face tilted as he regarded me, grip tightening on the great knife in his hand. 

I’d been so startled by his sudden appearance, I hadn’t really looked at him before; entirely missing the lithe muscles that lined his abs and arms or the strong stance of his legs. I gulped. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to be here. Please I…” I backed up, crawling against the floor. My knee stung in protest. “I don’t want to die.”

The figure remained silent.

“Please, I’ll do anything just don’t-”

I jumped as he dropped the sword in his hand, sending a loud clattering sound through the deserted halls. I looked up at the figure, confused as to why he’d do such a thing. Was he…not going to kill me?

I nearly screamed again as he took a step towards me, but there was no malice in his body language. More like…curiosity. He leaned down, pyramid helmet tilting again as he studied me. 

I took in a ragged breath. “What do you want?”

He reached forward, his calloused thumb tracing over my soft lips. I gasped at the touch, and smacked his hand away before I could think better of it.

He didn’t like that.

He groaned in annoyance beneath his helmet and reached forward again, grabbing my chin to make me face him. I winced at the strength in his fingers. He looked me over, closely, ignoring my panicked fidgeting completely. Finally he released my chin and I pushed myself back.

He seemed to be contemplating something in silence. 

I glanced at the door. If I was quick enough, I could surely make it. Silently gathering my resolve, I tucked my legs under me and pushed myself up. I dashed for the door as quickly as I could.

I wasn’t fast enough.

The creature grabbed my arm and yanked me right back. I fell against him, my head just barely missing the point of his helmet. I kicked out uselessly, but he held me across his lap with ease. 

And my struggles were quickly seized with a sharp, stinging smack on my ass. 

It took my brain a moment to process what Pyramid Head had just done as a low, burning sensation worked its way up my rear and down my thighs.

And then a second blow followed.

My body jerked at the reaction, a low moan falling from my lips. And the monster halted. 

I felt my ears burn with realization that I had definitely just whimpered at a monster slapping my ass. I squirmed against him but his grip was like iron. And I could only feel my cheeks getting hotter the more I wriggled against him. 

Pyramid Head didn’t seem keen to let me go, though, and I couldn’t fight the sense that he was almost amused by my actions. 

I looked over my shoulder at him. “I-”

Without warning, he brought his hand up to rub against the swell of my ass, his fingers almost gentle before he reared back and smacked it again.

“ Ah! ” I gripped his leg as the sting traveled even through my shorts. 

He stopped again, tilting his head again. He seemed fascinated by my reaction. But he began to draw his hand away from me and—humiliatingly—I shook my head.

“No, please. Don’t stop!” The words fell from my lips before my embarrassment could make me think better.

The creature looked between my ass and my face. His shoulders shook in a way that made me think he chuckled, but no sound left his helmet. Still, he quickly got back to work. He spanked me harder and harder . Until I was practically falling off his lap with each strike.

Unsatisfied, he gripped the waist of my shorts and yanked them down, releasing a needy whine from my lips. He brought a hand down against my bare skin and the slap sent goosebumps up my back. 

“Ah, fuck!” I moaned as he slapped my ass again. 

He caressed the red skin with his rough hands, curiously slipping a finger under the band of my thong. 

“Hey!” I turned back and he pulled his hand away, surprisingly. I chewed my inner cheek. “What…what do you want?”

Silently, he loosened his grip on my body, letting me roll off his lap. I pulled up my pants as he regarded me once more. 

He reached out and ran a thumb across my lower lip again. I didn’t brush him away this time. The gesture seemed reserved, which was rich considering what he was just doing, but it was so gentle. Almost…sorry.

I laughed. “If you were really sorry, you’d help me get out of here.” I looked around the dark halls and shivered. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

He didn’t lower his hand. Rather he lifted the other one to stroke my cheek. He nodded. Then, without any warning, he leaned forward and scooped me off the floor. The action was so easy, I blushed at his strength.

But he didn’t head for the door.

“The exit is right there!” I complained.

He shook his head.

I blinked at the action. “It’s not the exit?” I thought for a moment. He had come from that way after all. “It’s a trap, isn’t it?”

He nodded. His grip tightened on my body. He said nothing as he carried me through the halls. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I hoped it was the exit. And then—maybe—we could continue where we’d left off back there.

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“I’m a virgin.”

The air around the campfire tensed as the words fell from the colonel’s lips. I had to bat my eyes rapidly, replaying them over and over in my head before they finally sunk in. And even then, I couldn’t manage more than a flabbergasted, “What?” as a response.

König kept his eyes trained on the ground. “I-” The words seemed to fluster him now. 

How had we even gotten to this topic? Oh, right. I was reminiscing about the cadet I’d met last deployment and had asked the colonel about any of his romps in the sack. It was just a casual question, something to break this thick ice that had been building ever since I’d been assigned to this scouting mission with him. I’d just assumed that a man of his…stature would have had women crawling all over him. 

Come to find out, he is a virgin!?

I shook my head. “No fucking way. You’re massive. Sure, the mask is a little weird but some women like that.” I knew I’d thought about it a few times (A lot of times). 

König shifted in his seat and my inappropriateness suddenly struck me. He was my superior. If I were smart, I’d drop this whole conversation. It was none of my business who the colonel had—or I guess hadn’t—slept with.

But I just didn’t see it.

“No one? Really? Your body count is really zero ?” I made an O with my fingers for emphasis.

Finally, König let out an annoyed breath, rustling the mask around his lips. “I am not exactly one for conversation.”

“You don’t need to talk to fuck!” I threw up my hands is exasperation. “That’s actually the best part. No words. Just raw, primal-”

He raised his eyes to meet mine and I stopped talking. They were wide and scandalized.

Yep. Definitely time for me to drop the subject.

I sighed, reaching forward to grab a stick and prod at the campfire. “Just seems like an awful waste. All that pent up tension.” My thighs squeeze together just at the thought. “Fuck, I just know it’d be good.”

“Y/l/n.” I looked up to see him gripping the sides of his seat, knuckles turning white from the effort. “Are-are you suggesting…” He trailed off like he was too embarrassed to voice his thoughts completely in case he were wrong. 

And, God, did that turn me on. The thought that this absolute behemoth of a man would get so flustered over sex, over just the thought of losing his virginity, was enough to get my panties soaking. 

I placed the stick down by the fire and faced him head-on. “Do you want me too?” I asked, then realized it was too vague and clarified, “Do you want me to fuck you, colonel?”

The air between us sizzled, charged with the intent of the offer and our long stares at each other’s bodies.

“I-” He stuttered again and huffed. “I can’t say it will be good. ”

I laughed standing up. “Colonel, I’m a straight woman. If you make me cum, it’s good.”

He balked at me, looking utterly speechless.

“But,” I teased, fingers tracing the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it ever so slightly to reveal the skin of my stomach. 

König followed the motion, eyes wide but…curious. I could already see him hardening in his pants.

Shit. He really had to be a virgin if just a little skin got him going like this. I smiled down at him. “But, if you listen to me, I can make it good for both of us. Okay?”

König didn’t lift his eyes from my stomach as he nodded. “Okay.”

“Take this off,” I ordered—feeling slightly giddy at the thought of ordering a colonel around—and gestured to his shirt. König obeyed, raising his shirt over his head. I audibly gasped at the sight of his pecks, flexing with his movements. The shirt caught on his mask, just barely showing his lower jaw to me and he froze.

“It’s okay,” I offered, helping him pull the shirt off but keep the mask on. “I won’t ask you to do something you don’t want. Alright?” I checked and he nodded. “Good boy; now your pants.”

I talked him through undressing completely, following suit until we were both stark naked beside the campfire. I helped him lay back on a sleeping bag and his eyes followed my every move so dedicatedly that I had to chuckle. He seemed so innocent, looking up at me like that.

Part of me wanted to make him cry. But that could be best saved for another night, wouldn’t want to traumatize his first time.

I settled on his stomach, straddling his waist between my thighs. König watched me patiently as I raised my hands to my breasts and squeezed them together. I could feel his length poking at my lower back as I ground against his abs.

“ Stoßen, ” he groaned, head falling back under the mask.

“I haven’t even done anything,” I teased, though I was just as worked up as him, my arousal smearing over his belly with each pass of my cunt. I reached between my legs to grab at his cock, adjusting myself to sit right over it.

König moaned, his hands gripping at the sleeping bag. 

I chuckled again at his reaction. “I wonder how long you’ll last?” I mused as I sunk myself down on the tip of his cock. The stretch left me gasping, tits bouncing as I arched my back.

König’s response was louder, moaning out curses in German as I slid further down his shaft.

I smiled as I bottomed out and he panted against his mask. I gave him a little wiggle and he groaned as his cock shifted inside me.

“Shit, that’s warm.” He moaned. “And so fucking tight!”

“Why thank you, colonel,” I beamed, testing a few small lifts of my thighs. I took a breath through my nose. “I’ll go slow, alright?”

But König shook his head. “I won’t last.”

I cooed down at him. “Oh, baby, you better. Because if you come before me, I’ll never do this again.” 

König’s eyes widened at the words, but before he could question them, I started riding his dick. The effect was immediate. His hands flew to my hips, gripping tentatively as if he wasn’t sure how hard to squeeze.

So cute . I thought as I clenched around his cock, watching as his head tilted back and chest heaved. I leaned back, bracing myself against his thighs as I picked up my pace just a bit, but König shook his head in warning.

“Please, please I can’t…” He trailed off in German. It was so amusing. I hadn’t fucked a virgin since high school, and I certainly hadn’t enjoyed it like this. König gasped, closing his eyes as his body began to shake and I realized he really wouldn’t last much longer.

I reached forward and tugged on his mask. “Colonel, look at me, I’m gonna show you something.” 

Obediently, König opened his eyes. His gaze was completely enamored as I reached for his hand and brought it down to our joined sexes. I lubed his fingers in our juices and then showed him how to rub against my clit. I sucked in a breath, body shuddering as I encouraged him to rub harder.

König watched with amazed eyes, groaning as his teasing sent a shock of pleasure through me and made me clamp down on his dick. “Fuck,” he let out through gritted teeth. 

He kept encircling my clit, his rough hands were sloppy but he had the right idea, and soon enough I felt my climax beginning to peak as I opened my mouth and started spurring filthy comments to him, “That’s right baby, want me to come on your dick? Wanna fill my little cunt, huh, colonel?”

He faltered, getting flustered again. 

But I pushed on, “Make me your little slut, colonel. Come on.” I grinned at him, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “Or should I make you mine?”

That did it.

König moaned out loud and hard as his release shook his body and shot hot ropes of cum into my pussy. He gripped my hips hard as he rode the high, his desperate thrusts upwards being just enough to call my own release forth. 

König whined and whimpered as my walls squeezed his sensitive cock, milking him through my climax until I fell forward. 

Slowly, I chuckled. “Good job.” When I looked up at him, König’s eyes were no longer focused on me with a sweet curiosity, they were hungry. Dark and wanting. 

It shot a fresh streak of arousal through my core.

“More,” König begged—no, his voice was commanding.

And it made me smile, letting him flip our positions. “Yes, sir.”

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“Sir, I have the report from Sumeru.” A wide-eyed recruit announced from the door of Capitano’s office. 

The hulking Fatui Harbinger barely moved to acknowledge the recruit. He leaned forward on the war table, back to the door, and turned his head over his shoulder to comment, “Later.”

The recruit deflated. “But, sir, there’s valuable information-”

“I said,” Capitano’s voice practically shook the room, “ later. ”

The recruit yelped, scared witless by the sudden annoyance in the Harbinger’s voice. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” He quickly closed the door to the office.

Leaving Capitano to refocus on his fun.

“I suppose he didn’t hear you,” the Captain commented as he turned back to me.

My body was thrown over his war table, where he mercilessly took me from behind. His torso and shoulders were wide enough to cover me from the angle of the door, but it didn’t stop the heated blush that filled my cheeks. My moans were muffled by the two gloved fingers Capitano had shoved into my mouth the moment he’d heard the knock at the door.  

With the threat of being found gone, I’d thought he’d removed them. But he only started thrusting against my inner walls once more. His hips met mine in long, brutal strokes that would have left me gasping if my mouth had been empty. 

Capitano chuckled behind me, reaching and hand down to squeeze my bare ass before him. “I like you like this,” he purred in my ear, the cool metal of his mask a shock against my skin. “So full, maybe I’ll slip a thumb up your ass to fit me everywhere .”

I visibly shuddered at the notion, letting out a low groan in my throat as his cock stirred  my guts with each pump. I clawed at the grain on the table, pushing myself further against him as his fingers slipped deeper down my throat.

Capitano’s grip on my butt tightened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, dearest? To feel me in every hole?”

I couldn’t verbally agree. So, I nodded my head, giving his fingers a good suck that coaxed a growl from deep in the Captain's chest. 

“Such a good girl,” Capitano groaned as he slipped his thumb up my asshole. 

I arched back, releasing a soundless scream at the fullness of it all. The stretch from my pussy to my ass and the slick of saliva against his fingers. My body quivered and Capitano rammed into me with renewed vigor. 

“That’s it. Such a dirty, good girl.” His fingers pumped into my mouth as a knot formed in my stomach. “My girl.”

My body jerked and I let out a whining moan as the knot snapped in my stomach and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. Both my channels clamped around Capitano’s dick and thumb, eliciting a rumbling moan from him as he came.

The Harbinger leaned heavily against my back as his cum gushed forth, filling my walls to the brim. 

He huffed, taking a moment to collect himself before he withdrew his fingers from me and helped turn me around. My mind swam with pleasure and it took both of his arms to keep me upright. 

“I got you,” he lulled, rocking me softly. “I got you, Y/n.”

I leaned heavily against his chest until my breathing evened. Then I met his gaze through his mask. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

Capitano tilted his head to the side, chuckling softly. “To be frank, my dear, I don’t care if they did. You were beautiful.”

I shook my head. “You’re shameless.”

“Only with you, Y/n,” he assured me, quietly. “Only ever with you.”

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The gym was quiet. Serene. This time of night steered even the most condescending of gym-bros away, which is why I liked it. I worked through my sets in peace, listening to my music while the rest of the gym just stood still.

My neck prickled. That sensation one would get when they felt they were being watched stung at my back, but when I turned around I was still alone. The gym was still empty, save for the two employee’s manning the front desk and cleaning. I chewed the inside of my cheek. Maybe I was being jumpy, but then again what was that thing people always said? 

Whenever you thought someone was watching you, it usually meant they were. 

The uneasy feeling didn’t leave my stomach and I eventually decided to wrap up my workout early, heading to the showers. The steam from the hot water put a flush on my skin and I let out a small breath of relief to be alone again. I went through the practiced motions of bathing before turning the water off and stepping outside to grab my towel.

But it was gone.

I looked around the empty locker room, confused. I could have sworn I put my towel outside the shower. Soaking wet, and a little annoyed, I concluded that I must have forgotten it in my anxious daze and stalked back to my bag. I rummaged around but couldn’t find the towel. 

My neck prickled again.

I spun around, but there was still no one there. The only sound in the locker room was the buzzing of the lights above and my nervous breath. I swallowed my fear and turned around completely. “Hello?” I called at the aisle of lockers.

No one answered.

I wrapped my arms around my naked torso, still wet from the shower. “Come on, this isn’t funny. Hello?” Cautiously, I took a step down the aisle. Then another. When no one still answered me, I tightened my jaw and stomped the rest of the way. “Look, bitch, you’re not funny. Give me my towel.”

When I turned the corner, though, no one was there.

“Nice ass.” The low, amused voice made me jump. 

I felt the presence of another body behind me, but I didn’t have enough time to run or even scream as a gloved hand covered my mouth and strong arms pulled me back against a solid figure. I felt cheap fabric against my skin as the hand tilted my head up to see a white ghost mask regarding me with tilted amusement.

“Too bad I have to gut ya,” he teased in that same gravelly voice.

I blinked up at him, stupefied. 

Which apparently, wasn’t the reaction he’d wanted as his grip on me grew tighter. “Scream if you want, but we’re the only ones here. No one will hear ya.”

But I didn’t scream, acutely aware of the nakedness of my body and the closeness of his, of the strength in his hands as he held me back and the rasp in his voice.

It was all…kind of hot.

The masked man stared at me, taking in my lack of horror and growing arousal. He stuttered, “Wait. What’s happening here?”

I swallowed. Clearly, I’d caught him off guard and if I was smart, I might be able to play it to my advantage. Boldly, I ground closer to him, shifting my butt against his crotch in a clear invitation. His grip tightened, and if I wasn’t so turned on I might have thought it was painful. But the pain and pleasure mixed as I felt his cock respond under his black cloak. 

The man released me, scoffing. “Goddamnit, don’t tell me you’re one of those slasher girls.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, standing a bit straighter now. “And if I am?”

“Fuck.” The man shook his head. “Every time, I swear to God.”

I arched a brow at him. “Oh? You’ve done this before. That makes me a bit jealous.” 

His response was to grab my shoulders and slam me against the lockers. I winced at the jolt of pain but the gleam of a knife caught my eye as he brandished the weapon against my skin. “Shut up, or I’ll slit you like them too.” His voice was low and dangerous and so, so fucking alluring.

Perhaps a rational girl would scream, try to run away, or fight back. But I wasn’t being rational, I was horny and his anger and threats did nothing to douse the burning flame in my stomach. Coyly, I brushed my knee between his legs. Up to the spot where I could feel his balls against it. He jerked, the knife faltered.

“You seem stressed,” I teased as his cock stiffened. “Want me to help?”

I could feel his breath through his mask now. It was hot against my cheeks with rage but I heard the lustful rasp that underlined it and smirked. “You’re a whore,” he mocked.

“And you’re murderer,” I countered as he lowered a gloved hand to cup my sex. The knife stayed at my throat as he stroked a line down my slicken lips. He scoffed when he felt how wet I already was and plunged two fingers deep in my pussy. He thrust them furiously against my walls, nothing kind or loving about the action, but I moaned against it all the same. My leg shifted to give him more space as he curled his fingers against my sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly until I nearly came. But he pulled his hand away and slammed it against the locker, making me jump. 

He lowered the knife and lifted my body up, dropping me onto one of the stiff locker room benches. Ghostface shifted his cloak to reveal black jeans underneath. He loosened them and gripped my ankles tightly as his dick pressed against me. “Such a little slut,” he groaned as he entered me with a sharp thrust that left me gasping. “A little slut with a big mouth and loose pussy. I should fucking ruin you.”

He delivered deep, powerful thrusts into my cunt, angling my hips off the bench so each stroke hit my g-spot. I moaned out, legs shaking as my hands tried to find something to grab onto, but I could only scratch at the bench as he fucked me. 

“You gonna come?” He snapped as my walls tightened around his length and my moans began to slur together. “Then fucking come.” 

I wailed as my orgasm hit me, fast and hot. White blotted my vision as I clamped down around him and Ghostface sucked in a breath. 

“Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled his dick out and stroked his length as roughly as he’d fucked me. White cum spurted from his slit, covering my lower body in the abstract of his release.

I gasped, feeling light and dirty. I looked up at him and grinned, running my fingers through his cum on my stomach and then bringing them to my lips to suck off.

He watched and his cock twitched to attention again. He chuckled. “You’re a nasty girl, aren’t you?” He leaned over me, whispering low enough for only me to hear. “Maybe I’ll keep you around.”

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“My my, what is this?” The smooth, but calloused voice that greeted me in the lofty bedroom drew my attention away from the tall window. I looked back at the elegant woman who had entered the room. Her white hair laid perfectly against her back and was a stark contrast against the blood red of her dress. 

I bowed my head. “A gift,” I told her quietly. “Lord Dracula provides all his guests with us.”

She remained silent for a moment. “Is that so?” She closed the door behind her as she came deeper into the room. “And you are mine?”

“If it pleases you,” I stared at the ground, listening carefully as she crossed the room. “My lady,” I added, sloppily, realizing my mistake. I closed my eyes, waiting to be reprimanded. But she only scoffed.

“And where did he pluck you from, little bird? Wait, don’t tell me. Your village offered you as a sacrifice, thinking it would spare them from his nightcreatures.” 

The knowing tone in her voice made me grip my skirts tighter. “Yes, they did.”

The white-haired woman laughed. “And did it work? Were they spared?”

I gritted my teeth and dared to meet her gaze. “No. They were not.”

She regarded me, the faintest smile tugged at her lips. “Thrown to the wolves and you still manage to glare like that. Impressive.” She stepped closer to me and with each step I could feel power roll off her form. “I am Carmilla of Styria.”

“Y/n,” I whispered, wondering if it was customary for vampires to exchange pleasantries with their meals. I chewed my cheek, remembering exactly why I was there. I was food. This woman--this beautiful woman meant to drain me and then throw me to the servants to be cleaned. And for the first time since I’d entered this forsaken castle, I felt fear. 

But she chuckled. “Are you a virgin, dear?”

I glared up at her again. They’d asked me that when they’d taken me, and I’d lied to keep myself alive, but now that I was about to be sucked dry there was no real point in lying anymore. “No.”

“No?” She tilted her head, then smiled even wider. “You lied. Fooled them into making you a gift rather than a sacrifice.”

I blinked at how quickly she saw through me. Slowly, I nodded.

“Clever girl.” Carmilla praised softly as she poured herself a separate glass of chilled blood. 

I watched the movement with a furrowed brow. Why would she drink if she was about to feed on me?

She must have noticed the look and smirked. “I’m not going to feed on you, little bird. But I am going to eat you, in a sense.”

I gasped at her bluntness.

She seemed to enjoy my scandalized reaction. “Please, the only women worth drinking are virgins. And besides, if you already know what you’re doing, it’d be a shame to waste you.” Carmilla smiled as she sat down on the bed. She sipped her blood and beckoned me to her side with a single, red nail.

I hesitated while I calculated my options: refuse and likely just be thrown to another vamp to be killed or accept and lavish the pretty vampire woman. 

The choice was pretty clear. 

I approached the bed, hands slipping the thin nightdress they’d put me in off my shoulders and stepping out of it as I walked. Carmilla grinned at the sight of my body, her piercing blue eyes traveling up my curves. “It’s been years since I've had a woman. How lucky for you.”

“Funny, I don’t feel lucky,” I quipped before I could stop myself. 

She laughed. “Trust me, dear. You’re lucky. Any other of these pigheaded brutes would have drained you already. But I’m picky with my food.” She reached out and razed her fingers up my stomach, lifting them to my chest where she gently squeezed my tit. 

I drew in a breath.

“Sensitive?” She quirked a brow at me. “Or are you lying again?”

I chewed my lip.

She smiled, knowingly, and patted the side of the bed. “Lay down.”

I obeyed, sliding onto the bed with not even half the grace she had, but she didn’t seem to mind. As I lay back, my eyes widened to see that the ceiling of the room was covered in a wide, spotless mirror. It reflected my surprised look back at me as I lay bare before Carmilla.

She followed my gaze and frowned. “Kinky old bastard,” then she dropped her gaze to me. “Don’t get distracted, dear. I might punish you if you do.”

Before I could ask her what she meant she parted my legs and ran the flat of her thumb against my clit. Her long nail grazed the side of my thigh and I whimpered at the sensation as heat quickly collated in my belly.

Carmilla licked her lips. “I’m going to enjoy this.” 

I moaned out as she dipped between my legs, licking a long trail up the slit of my entrance. My chest heaved as she teased my lower lips with her tongue, seductively circling my core but never plunging deeper. Her thumb still stroked my clit, coaxing the hood back so that the bud of nerves was vulnerable to her touch. 

I gripped the sheets above me, eyes lifting to the mirror above as she continued her teasing. In the reflection, I caught the back of her head as Carmilla licked at my core and my flushed cheeks. It was a lewd image. Me, sprawled against her bed completely naked while Carmilla busied herself between my legs. My blush travelled from my cheeks to my neck, and then lower to brush against my perked breasts. And I saw it all reflected above. 

Along with my completely aroused eyes. 

When Carmilla finally plunged her tongue between my folds, my climax was not far behind. She rubbed pleasant circles against my clit as I came against her lips with heaving breaths. She pulled away from my folds long enough to sink her teeth into the delicate skin of my thigh, feeding from the femoral vein in long gulps as my legs shook.

Carmilla pulled back with a laugh, licking the juices of my release from her lips. She regarded me with bright eyes. “Oh, you are delicious.”

Whether she meant my blood or cum, I couldn’t tell.

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Keegan’s arms wrapped around my waist as the fabric of his mask brushed against my bare shoulder. “I missed you,” he whispered, hands sneaking below the silk of my top and rubbing my lower belly. 

Heat pulled in my stomach as he brought his hips closer to mine, grinding against my ass slowly. I grinned in the mirror. “You put the mask back on,” I commented, coyly, feeling his bare chest against my back.

“I know you like it,” he whispered against my hair. One hand ran up my stomach until he cupped a breast in his calloused fingers. “Don’t you, baby.”

I tilted my head against his shoulder, letting out a soft moan in response to his words and actions. His cock was already hardening against my lower back, brushing up against me with every shallow movement of his hips. “I missed you, Keegan.”

He’d been gone for months, deployed for so long I’d thought I dreamed him up. But now he was back, and I was so eager to make up for lost time. I turned in his grasp, letting him rest his forehead against mine. He stared back at me with those pretty blue eyes and I saw his cheeks crinkle in a smile under his mask. He lowered his hands to grop at my ass, squeezing its plumpness under my pajama shorts with a muffled moan. 

“God, you’re perfect,” he stated, moving his grip to my thighs and lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. “I can’t wait to spoil you, baby girl.”

I giggled as he directed us to the bed, lowering me against the covers with ease. He loomed over me, strong arms caging me in as he watched me through the slit in his mask. I bit my lip. He was right, that mask did things to me, and kept most of his expressions hidden aside from the complete and total adoration in his eyes. It made me melt, parting my legs as he slid his body into place between them.

He groaned, softly. “Just where I belong,” he teased, reaching to brush my cheek with his thumb. “Are you wet for me, yet, baby?”

My stomach fluttered as he moved his hands to the waistline of my pajama bottoms, tugging them down slowly over my hips.

“Wearing such pretty things for me,” he mused as I lifted my hips to let him pull the silk bottoms off me and fling them to the side of the bed. He chuckled under his breath when he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear beneath them. “That’s my girl.”

“Keegan,” I gasped his name as he ran his hand down the skin of my thigh, stopping the apex of my hips and using his thumb to part my lower lips to take a good look at my sex.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he praised, “All nice and wet for me.” He dragged his knuckles through my soaking folds, eliciting another moan from me. He teased my clit with his thumb as my chest started to rise with heated breaths.

With a lustful look in his eyes, Keegan slipped two fingers into my entrance, giving me a few thrusts before he curled them against my walls.

I moaned out as he kept his thumb on my clit, rubbing low, teasing circles around the bud as he watched my reactions.

“Look at how you just suck my fingers in, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you take my cock like that. Such a good girl.”

His fingers thrust harder against me, flexing the veins in his arm as he worked. I shivered, my stomach twitching as the knot in my lower belly started to tighten. 

Keegan noticed and chuckled, darkly. He placed a hand on my belly--just below my navel--and pushed down firmly, pressing my G-spot against his fingers. He rubbed my clit in tandem with the action and the combination of stimulation snapped my control immediately.

I moaned out, loudly, as pleasure flooded my body and my release gushed passed my walls, wetting the bed and spraying Keegan’s pants. 

“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled, using his fingers to fuck me through the torrent of liquid and smacking my pussy lips as I mewled. “That’s perfect, baby girl. Fuck you’re so perfect.” 

I whined as he pulled his fingers from my cunt and used them to hold his weight above me. I met his gaze with a blissful expression, making him chuckle. He ground his erection against my sensitive core as I whimpered.

“Oh no,” he warned. “We’re not done yet, baby. We’re just getting started.”

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“I’m back,” I heard Nanami call into the empty apartment as he shut the door firmly behind him. I finished tying my apron behind my waist and came into the living room as he slipped his work shoes off and placed them neatly by the doorway. He stiffened as if noticing I hadn’t answered him. 

“Y/n?” he repeated, sliding his house slippers on and looking into the living room. 

I bowed my head, just barely seeing his reaction to my short black skirt and frilly white headband. “Welcome home, master,” I told him in a cheerful voice.

Nanami said nothing, the playful atmosphere I’d tried to create quickly turning awkward. “What are you wearing?” he asked, bluntly. His tone was less than impressed.

My shoulders sagged as I straightened up. “It’s a maid uniform. My friend quit her job at the cafe and let me have it.” I lifted the skirt a bit to spin around. Nanami held the same expression when I faced him again. I frowned. “You don’t like it?”

He loosened his tie, releasing a hard sigh from his lips. “It’s not exactly my cup of tea.” He let his gaze travel up from my shoes to my face, taking in the whole outfit together. “But you do look cute.”

I brightened at the compliment. “Thank you, master.” 

He cringed, slipping his tie off. “Don’t call me that.”

I tilted my head, enjoying his quick annoyance. “Would you rather Nanami- sama ?”

His frown deepened further. “No, I think I’d rather throw myself through the window.” 

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

His only response was to grumble under his breath as he passed me, rolling up his sleeves as he headed for the kitchen. “Did you make dinner?”

“I’m a maid, not a chef,” I countered, sensing his eye-roll from behind. “I cleaned the bathroom, though. And did some of your laundry.”

Nanami’s shoulders relaxed a bit at the news. He opened the fridge and scanned our options as he spoke over his shoulder, “Thank you, dear.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

His hand tightened on the fridge handle. It was subtle, but I clocked it, letting a mischievous grin tug at my lips. “Did you like that one, sir ?”

Nanami didn’t reply.

I clicked my tongue. “Are you thinking dirty thoughts, sir?” I leaned against the kitchen counter, letting my voice drowl, suggestively. Nanami stayed focused on the fridge, trying to ignore me but I could tell it was a struggle by the white grip of his knuckles on the door. “How naughty,” I teased.

“Y/n.” He shut the fridge and turned to face me, placing his hands on the island firmly. 

I blinked my eyes at him, innocently. “Yes, sir?” 

I watched the desire spark in his eyes with my tone. He leaned forward on the island, his voice coming out gravelly as he whispered, “I think we need to discuss your job performance, Mrs. Y/l/n. In private.”

My heart fluttered as he started to play along, suppressing a smile as I faked a gasp. “Oh, no! Am I in trouble?” 

Nanami smirked. “Very much so.”

He reached out and took my arm, coming around the island. He tugged me back towards the bedroom, his grip tightening as I pleaded breathlessly, “Oh, please forgive me, Mr. Kento. I’ll do anything you want!”

He opened the door and all but tossed me onto the bed. I giggled as he stalked towards me, his shoulders stiff and his mouth in a hard line. “I’ll give you a warning this time,” he announced in mock anger loosening his belt. 

I yelped softly as he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked the maid dress up to my waist. He faltered, snapping out of his character for a moment as he took in the sight of my mesh panties and stockings. But Nanami recovered with a grunt, raising his belt up. “I’ll give you a little punishment, maybe then you wouldn’t be so flippant with your words.”
I didn’t even get to respond as he brought the leather of his belt down on my ass. He added just enough force to sting but not enough to welt my skin as he repeated the motion and I clutched the sheets. With a third strike, I moaned, “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be better, sir!”

“I know you will,” he answered spanking me a few more times with his belt. He rubbed his hand along the red skin, looping a finger through my panties and tugging them down. “But I don’t think this enough for such a dirty maid,” he growled in my ear. 

I let out a breathless gasp as he threaded his fingers through my hair and yanked back until my chest arched off the bed. I heard him sliding his pants down and my soaking pussy clenched around nothing as he brought his lips back to my ear. 

“I’m gonna fuck those dirty thoughts out of you, right now,” he told me sending fire down my back. “And you better be a good little maid.”

“Yes, sir; please, sir!” I begged. “I want your cock so bad. I need it in me.”

Nanami chuckled, keeping his grip on my hair as I felt his hardened cock press against my folds, then spear into my walls.

“Ah, fuck!” I cursed, dropping my act for a moment as I felt him thrust against me gently. Then Nanami delivered one sharp thrust to my core and I screamed at the intensity as he began plunging in and out of me like an animal. 

He brought his free hand around to grip my tit, squeezing at my nipple until it was sore. I moaned out as his hips bounced against my ass, sending a satisfying slapping noise across the room as his dick worked to stretch my walls to their limit, grazing my cervix with each pass.

Nanami let go of my hair just to shove my face against the bed and grip my hips until they bruised, slamming against my hips with a string of groans and grunts. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re cunt is so tight, Y/n. So good for me,” he moaned as my walls clenched around him. “Such a good little maid.”

The praise sent me over the edge as my orgasm ripped through me. I wailed against the bed sheets, clutching at them as my body shook. 

Nanami sucked his teeth as he pulled his dick out and stroked it sharply until ropes of hot cum splattered over my ass and dress. 

I whimpered softly at the feeling, wiggling my ass for him until Nanami chuckled. He leaned forward to kiss my cheek from behind. “Get cleaned up,” he ordered stepping back from the bed. “I’m going to go make dinner.”

I rolled off the sheets, feeling sticky and lightheaded. But I grinned up at him. “Yes, sir!”