My Baby! Their Name Is Noctem For Now, But It Is Not Definitive.
My baby! Their name is Noctem for now, but it is not definitive.
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TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE
Dragon!Sylus X F!Reader
Synopsis: you find out about Sylus' past, and open up with each other. Buried urges ressurface and your newfound relationship reaches new depths.
INCLUDES: reader with pathological anxiety and descriptions, kinda self-loathing Sylus, sexual content, kissing, making out, nipple teasing, oral sex (F! receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names. [Sylus goes into heat]
ATTENTION! This post contains mental health issues and sexual content. Do not proceed if it makes you uncomfortable or if you are underage. By going forward, you consent to seeing this.
TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE
You wake up screaming. That was the final piece of the story that had been plaguing you for months when you dreamed. Sylus's lifeless body laying in the fields of Tarus City, his body desintegrating like dust.
Sometimes, the dream was disconnected. You are not sure if the reality was you living with him in the abandoned chappel, remaining trapped your cell and your love visiting you under the night sky, or being used as bait for his demise.
It made you sick.
Messy white hair laid beside you on the enormous bed. Black silky sheets covered the rest of his body. The sight calmed you on many other nights, when he had no urgent business and could take a nap with you.
The silk made it too easy for you to drown on your thoughts and spiral into anxiety. You get up to drink some water and hopefully clear your head. Sylus' base was always chilly, especially now, and the floor tiles burned the soles of your feet as you make your way to his kitchen.
You fetch yourself a glass, feeling disconnected from the task as your brain was focused into something else. His horns, his wings, his heart. A body ceasing to exist before your very eyes.
No! Count five things you can see, three you can touch. Take long, deep breaths. Don't think about the dreams. Don't think about it don't think about itdon'tthink abo-
"Up so soon, sweetie?" A deep voice, with such noticeable difference to your own, shakes away your thoughts. Sylus is standing in the doorway, his robes ruffled because of his previous position on the bed. A lovely sight.
"Good morning?" You think of an excuse to be up. "I was thirsty." He analyzes the glass in your hand and relaxes slightly. "Hmm. Come back to bed then." His tall frame dissapears behind the door, but you continue standing there.
If you go back to bed now, your brain will eat you whole. The memories are still too fresh, too vivid, to grand you some solace. Sylus quickly realizes you are not behind him, and returns to the kitchen with an inquisitive gaze.
"Is something the matter?" The day's first rays of sunshine begin filling the room and setting in the decorations of the wall. Your problems seem so... maneagable when you are with him, your fears so small under the morning light.
"I saw you die." Despite being a master in hiding his emotions, after an entire existence fighting for survival, there is hurt in his eyes. You both walk towards each other in a desperate embrace. For how long did he have the same dreams, unable to share them with anyone?
You both stay there for a long time, the warmth of his body bringing great comfort. "I don't want to go back to bed. I feel like I'll go crazy if I do." You feel his pointy chin pressing a little harder into your shoulder when he nods. "Would you be interested in breakfast?"
"That sounds lovely." Both your figures separate, but before he could reach the kitchen cabinets you reach for his face. Your hands cradle Sylus' cheeks lovingly, and you peck him on the lips and the tip of his nose. "Before we begin, though, I will bring you a jacket. As much as I enjoy the sight, kitten, it's too cold to walk around in a camisole."
-
The following week was considerably better than that fatidic morning. Sylus seemed to be in a good mood (or as good as it can be in the N109 Zone), and the nighmares subsided.
Even if your sleeping schedules coudn't be further apart, and you had to travel back to Linkon because of a few Wanderer sightings, some aspects of your routines allowed you to see each other. And for a while, that was enough.
You notice something is off when, in a friday morning, Sylus does not message you before retrieving to his quarters. That was unusual, but not impossible. Maybe he was in the middle of a meeting, or a terribly urgent matter was at hand.
Even so, you spend the rest of the day waiting for a call that never arrived. Tara asked if everything was alright during lunch break (no it wasn't) and you said "just a tiring week."
With Linkon City bathed in golden hues, you try to call Sylus once. Twice. And then a third time, just to be sure. All attempts fell right into his voicemail until you decide enough is enough.
"Miss Hunter?" Luke inquired. You could hear the voice of the other twin right behind him, and something seemed terribly askew. "Is something the matter?" "Actually, there is. Did something happen to Sylus?"
Static. Silence. Static.
"No." The boy was a terrible liar, even after so many years working under Sylus' eye. "I am on my way. Stay put." Both of the bodyguards screamed at the same time, and there were unmistakeable "it's not necessary" and "he's fine" that falled on deaf years when you pulled the phone.
-
The travel to the N109 was starting to be pleasant. After a few months visiting Sylus and vice versa, both of these locations were familiar to you. Your lives were intertwined.
Luke and Kieran were exactly where you had seen them the last time, sitting on their favourite desk. When you had told them to stay put, it was certainly an eufemism, but it was too late to tell them now.
"Where is he?" Heads low, they pointed to the master bedroom above the stairs. Was he sick? Maybe his voice failed him, that's why there were no calls or voicemails (surely a written message would suffice) and the anger inside subsided.
Even a few dozens of meters away from the door, you can feel strong waves coming from Sylus' room. Heat, like the inside of an oven. Looking under the door, there were no light sorces coming from inside.
"Sylus?" You whisper. "Are you awake?" You finish your words with a light knock on the door. The carved wood opens with a swing in the blink of an eye, and your body is pulled inside the darkness by strong arms.
"What are you doing here?" The hoarse voice purrs. He rests his head atop of yours, and you can hear Sylus take a sniff out of your hair. "I should be the one asking questions, mister. Why didn't you reply to my texts?"
He seems elated with the interrogation. "Worried about me?" Both his arms hold your waist in a vice grip. Your eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness in his bedroom, and that is enough to start seeing the outline of an uncharacteristic mess.
Many pillows are on top of the bed, only rivaled by the covers that fight for the same space. Items and clothes are scattered across every meter of the floor, and some cabinets' door looked like were torn open.
"What the hell happened here? Are you sick?" His body is completely bare, save for black boxer briefs. There was no way he spend the entire day only wearing that. You touch his forehead and feel the scorching hot skin.
He groans in a way you never heard before.
"One question at a time, love." He pauses for a moment, his eyes shiny even without luminosity. "I apologise for not sending you texts about my... condition. And yes, you could say I am sick." That does not seem like an objective answer at all.
Your hand travels lower, to his cheek, and he nuzzles your palm with intensity. "Will you tell me what is bothering you? Or will I have to suffer through nightmares again?" That seems to snap him out of his trance.
"I would never hurt you on purpose, kitten." He lowers his head to inhale your neck, a sound akin to a purr leaving his throat. After a few seconds, he seems to muster the courage to look you in the eyes.
"I'm in... heat." The entire world drowns in silence. Maybe there is no world outside this room anymore. Sylus' dark pupils are completely overwhelming the blood color of his eyes. "What?" You mutter after a few seconds.
His laugh is beautiful. Hoarse. "Since you already know the truth about my nature, you should realize that there are some... setbacks." You don't reply right away as the puzzle pieces connect in your mind. Sylus sees this a rejection, though, since he steps away to the opposite corner of the room.
"I promise I will text you once this is all over. The twins will provide everything you need in the meanwhile." You had not rejected him, not really. It was just... a lot to find out in a very short timespan.
You gently approach him, his eyes downcast and sad. "What if the twins can't provide what I want? What I need?" Sylus' eyes shoot up with newfound verocity. "Do you really want to do this, kitten?"
Maybe actions do speak louder than words. If you can't tell him, you will show him. Your hands leave feather light touches in his neck and shoulders, working as the perfect leverage. He shivers in your hold, and you see the bulge in his briefs.
You bite his shoulder. Hard. Sylus gasps-screams in your hold and his toned legs give out for half a second. "You are really in for it now, kitten." That was the last time you heard his soft voice that day. Faster than you could blink, your body is thrown into the soft cushions of the bed and his hands are all over yours.
Sylus' tongue plays with your bottom lips before diving in. You are breathless as he explores every space you allow him to. His hips are moving against yours, looking for clothed friction. Your mouths separate so he can undress your upper body.
"I want you to tell me about this next time it happens." You try to remain lucid and tell him what you want to say, but that task gets considerably more dificult as your articles of clothing are disappearing one by one. He bites your shoulders and your tits as he makes his way down.
"As if you would want to spend the next few days with me in this state, kitten." He responds so matter-of-factly, a small furrow on his brow. What did he tought you were doing here then? That trail of tought is interrupted when the cold air of the room greets your bare pussy. "I will let you go when the time is right, but until then, I will take all you can give me."
Your underwear was soaked, and Sylus certainly did notice. He chose mercy upon you though, since he moved his mouth towards your core like a man starved. "Stay with me now." His lips and tongue made way from your hole to your clit, letting you positively drenched. Something about this felt more real, more intimate.
"What If I - hah-hnng! - want to stay?" His tongue massages you flat, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Why would you want that?" Sylus' hot breath was a perfect stimuli too, you found.
"Because I care about you? Even if dont do- oh - n't believe so." You were so close to your orgasm, and your partner seemed to have picked up the signs. The slurping and sucking were so loud, there was no way no one was hearing it. "Come on, love, make a mess on me."
How could such a request be denied? You make a mess on his face and Sylus guides you through the waves of pleasure all the while. While you recover, he gets rid of his cum-stain boxers (you were sure it was from the earlier bite) and aligns with your entrance.
"Can I go in, kitten?" You nod and feel the hot tip making its way it. You both groan as Sylus' dick finds its way in, filling you little by little. Both your sensitivities are heightened because of the release, making all the sensations almost too much. "You feel so - hah - good, love. I have needed you for so long."
He babbles something you can't quite distinguish when he bottoms out, but his sounds of pleasure are in a higher pitch than usual. Sylus waits a little before beggining to move, changing his attention to your breasts and erect nipples. His tongue does not stop when his hips begin to move, trying so hard to do everything at once.
Sylus' endurance truly is something to behold, but this did not seem to be the case today. His thrust were erratic since the beggining, and one unexpected orgasm suddenly overtook him. Even then, he continued trough hisses of overstimulation to give you your high.
"Hey." You coo. "There's no need to overdo it, you know? We will be here for the next few days, after all." When Sylus lifts his head, you see a hint of embarassment in his eyes. "We truly are doing this together, aren't we?" You nod, satisfied that he understood the message.
"Our souls are forever bound, my dragon. You won't ever get rid of me again." He holds your hand so gently inside his own so he can kiss your knuckles. "If that is the case, miss hunter, I will never let you go."
He starts moving again, and there is bliss.
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The day had took a - terrible - unexpected turn. A Wanderer appeared in a No Hunt Zone and the lack of personnel because of the seasonal flu had made it terribly difficult. All units that would otherwise be in their day off had to report for duty.
Zayne was also struggling with work. There was only a simple(r) surgery scheduled for the day, but Akso Hospital was brimming with citizens of all ages trying to get something akin to coughing syrup and fever meds.
You arrive home after sundown, tend to minor wounds and cook a very lazy dinner for two. The board of Kitty Cards you had promised to play on that day lay discarded in the living room table. The soft sound of yawning Evol kittens was your only company in the apartment.
A little over an hour later you hear the shifting sound of keys. The door opened and your doctor seemed worse for wear. Slight eyebags formed under his eyes, oily bangs dangled in his forehead and there were slight stains in his white coat.
"Hello, love. How was work today?" He gives a sad smile. Not a talking day, then. Zayne leaves his briefcase in your shared bedroom and comes back in a more comfortable attire. He heats up the food in silence, finishes his nightly routine and slams right to bed.
"I'm sorry we coudn't play Kitty Cards today. I haven't forgotten." He mumbles when you join him under the covers. "I also had a rough day at work. These things happen." He comes closer for a snuggle. "We can always do it tomorrow."
"I love you." Is the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep.
You wake with the first rays of sunshine. Your boyfriend, always the morning person, has already gotten up. It was time for his morning job, altough you could hear a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen.
"What is the special occasion?" You inquire as Zayne is terribly focused in putting a perfect pancake in your plate. There is a cup of tea across the table for him, and a generous mug of coffee on your side. Whipped cream, syrup and strawberries are scattered across the table as you decorate your breakfast. "Thank you for cooking dinner last night. I'm not sure, just wanted to make something this morning."
His face is positively glowing. That night's sleep must have made wonders for him. The eyebags are way less proeminent, he totally took a shower since his hair is silky smooth and the beautiful cat ears move to the morning sun.
Wait, what?
You stop your fork midway. Zayne, your lovely surgeon, is sporting cat ears as he walks across the table. When he turns around to flip the last pancake, you see a tail from the same shade of the ears move as if it was real.
"MY LOVE??" You ask, exasperated. With all precision in the world, another pancake is put before you. "Yes, darling?" How could you possibly tell him and not look like a lunatic?
"You have cat ears. And a tail." Zayne just quirks his eyebrows and sits down. "Is that so?" A mountain of whipped cream - one his dentist would complain about, no doubt - blocks your vision. "Why do I have cat features, my love?"
That was surely a mystery. You stand in silence while he devours his pancakes, completely oblivious to the movements of his own body. After your meal was finished in (un)comfortable silence, all the dishes were put in the sink and Zayne was looking for alone time to finish some reports.
"Oh God you were being serious?!" You hear a shout coming from his study table. This is the first time Zayne touches his new appendages since they appeared, looking bewildered. "I imagined this was another one of your pranks. How could this happen?" Initial shock gave way to interest. You come closer.
You run your hands to were his head meets the base of his ears. It was like any other part of his body. After that, you check his tail and find the meeting point. His back is turned to you, but you feel his body heat and mild shifting.
"Everything okay in there, babe?" He doesn't respond. You look at his face and there is a perceptible flush all over his cheeks and human ears. "Can you feel this?"
"I-I think it's better if I go back to work." And steps away. "I'm sure it's nothing dangerous and I will be back to normal soon, love. No reason to worry." With no further comments, he turns around and leaves the room.
Everytime you tried talking to him about it, he would blush profusely and diffuse your comments. He even called the hospital to say he was feeling terribly ill and coudn't come to work that day. His health was pristine, even with the feline feaures.
"I know there is something bothering you, Zayne." He looks at you like a child being scolded. After you began using pet names in the relationship, real names were signal to trouble. "Why don't you want to talk about it? Does it hurt?"
"No!" He shakes his head. "It's just... a lot is happening... and I don't know how to deal with it." "So you would rather bear it all alone with your reports? I am right here if you need me and you know you should ask for help with things that are bothering you."
His eyes soften and you can swear you see his breathing become more stable. Even then, he doesn't come closer to you. You leave the room and the confused doctor behind.
Around then minutes later, the door opens and a tall figure approaches you. Zayne firmly sits you on the couch and lays on top of you like a weighted blanket. "Can we cuddle?" You shift to a more comfortable position and begin petting his ears. The creeping blush returns and you hear his purr.
"Keep going." He request, and you move to pet his back. His breathing becomes labored and you notice him arching his back to meet your touch. When you touch his tail, he moans quietly.
You stop in shock. Your beloved doctor had trouble to voice his needs, so this was a nice change of pace. You decide to use both your hands to elicit more reactions from him. Not long after, you feel him grinding against your thigh.
"Do you want to take off your pants, my love?" He looks up at you. His eyes are glossy and his face is terribly red. "I want to take off your pants." He concludes.
You both shift in the couch to put your plans in motion. It was quite difficult when Zayne was hugging you so tightly, but it would make do. With a little bit of effort, both of you were undressed.
He slides down and puts his nose right above your clit. Kitten licks and small bites were distributed all around the area before he decided to dive in. Zayne moved up and down, alternating between your slick and the bundle of nerves above.
Moisture dripped down onto the couch, but you coudn't find it in you to care. Your boyfriend speeds up, and you know you won't last long under his ministrations. "Ah, ah, we're m-making a mess." You manage to say.
"Good." You feel his hot breath. "I want you to make a mess. Please make a mess on me." He goes back to work with renewed vigor. Waves of pleasure pool in your stomach and you know you're close.
"Z-Zayne, I'm gonna cum." That seemed like more of an incentive to him than anything else. You feel his tongue draw patterns on your flesh before setting on an onslaught of your bud. Using the little of what was left of your brain, you can distinguish a "Z" and then an "A". He was writing his name on your clit.
Your orgasm hits suddently. He helps you ride it, groaning in satisfaction as you grind your pussy against his face. After a few waves, the feeling diminished and gives way to overstimulation. "A break, please." Your voice is hoarse but Zayne doesn't look any better, his cat ears twitching and face full of your release.
Pearly-white beads of precum slide down his cock and the tip is red and swollen. You both look at it at the same time and then make eye contact. "Let me help you." You say.
He pretty much pounced at you, protecting your head from hitting the couch as he forcefully pushed you down. His lips are into yours in a second, and the gasps he makes are music to your ears. "Is this why you have been avoiding me this morning?" It takes a while for him to reply. "I want to be close to you. I want to love you and protect you every waking moment and hope to dream of you at night."
He uses a finger to prepare you for the stretch. You use your own hand to smear precum against his slick. He hisses. "But ever since this morning I... It's not enough." He adds a second one and begins a scissoring motion. You moan at the feeling. "I want to bite and lick and - I even thought about bringing you a dead bird this morning."
Zayne looks away in something dangerously close to shame. His tail is a black blur behind him. "I didn't want you to see me so needy. You also have things to do and I shoudn't be like this." He positions himself at your entrance.
"We don't know what happened to you yet." Your train of thought threatens to be interrupted once his tip begins teasing you. "It's okay to be needy sometimes, and it does make sense you would be feeling more catlike today." You wink and he gives a soft laugh. Such a lovely sound.
The stretch is not so bad as the first time. You both make sure the experience is less painful as possible. "Wh-what about the other things?" Your mind returns to his earlier comments. The licks and the love bittes he is holding himself not to do.
You bite his shoulder and he screams. You can feel is dick twitch inside your walls. He almost cums from the feeling. "I bite you and you bite me. Deal?" That sounds good for him, since in the next moment he is lowering his head and sucking your boobs.
There are bites scattered from your neck to the inside of your thigs, his hips moving the entire time. Your second orgasm is alredy approaching, and the way Zayne teases your breasts is clearly not helping.
He snuggles closer to you, almost as if he is trying to merge both your bodies together. He whimpers with the new angle. "I'm close. Wanna come inside." You enthusiastically agree. Always the safe sex preacher, it feels good to do it without a condom for once.
"Oh you feel so good please wanna feel you cum too." He starts blabbering and moves to play with your clit. You begin meeting his thrust halfway, and soon both of you are moaning each other's names. Your "Za-Zayne"s is everything he needs to release everything inside.
That feeling combined with him deftly playing with your bud makes you reach your peak too. "Thank you thank you I love you" Is what you can distinguish from his chants. A kiss is all you can give to tell him you love him too.
After the aftershocks of the orgasm have passed, the stickiness of the sofa and the sweat clinging to your body were starting to make you uncomfortable. "Wanna take a shower?" He was still nugding you. "I don't want to let you go."
"What if we take a shower and then cuddle in bed? We can deal with the destruction of the couch later." He stretches lazily, ears moving all the way down and then returning back up, his tail making similar movements. He nods and both of you dissapear behind the bathroom door.
Grayson was ready to check out, and Yvone's shift would end in about an hour. The movement of the hospital was finally starting to die down. "It's such a shame Dr. Zayne caught the flu." She commented.
"Truly. I can't imagine how he must be feeling, alone at home and sick." They both give an understanding look at each other and return to their tasks.
Maybe things aren't so bad as they seem.
I'm Apricity and welcome to my blog! I post mainly about Love And Deepspace and I main Xavier and Caleb.
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