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Claiming someone as his own was never something that had occurred to Alatus.
Claiming a mortal was certainly not something he’d ever considered. Not by a long shot.
Thoughts like these didn’t occur to him quite so frequently anymore. Not when he was already so accustomed to being with the woman currently underneath him. So accustomed to having her sing praises in his ear. Accustomed to hearing his name and his name alone on her lips.
Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing. That was her official title, he knew. He could not have cared less what she was considered to other people, however. Nor whether she was an Archon, Adeptus, or mortal.
What he did know was that she was his.
Her lilac hair was currently splayed out on the bedsheets beneath her. Light beads of sweat covered her skin as she panted harmonically into the crook of his neck. Her fingers were tugging at his hair as she pressed herself ever closer to him.
What a maddeningly delicious sight it was.
The Yaksha could not stand the fact that he was unable to be as close to her as he wanted to be while also being able to see her fully at the same time. To see how closely she clung to him. To see how perfectly their bodies fit together. To see her eyelashes fluttering at him while he looked upon her lustfully.
He couldn’t help himself.
For someone so perfect to belong to a beast like him. So receptive to his every move, his every touch…it was almost unfathomable.
Did she not know how bloodstained he was? How both man and demon alike fled at the call of his name?
Of course, she knew.
It simply didn’t matter to her.
And that was what enticed him so.
Her complete acceptance of him for who he was despite the bloodshed and karma. The fact that she chose a beast like him over a wealthy mortal man and allowed him not only a relationship with her, but intimacy. The fact that it was only him who was allowed to see her this way, to touch her this way, to fill her this way, to love her this way…
She was his once in a lifetime. She was no less than his dream girl.
So, he made her his.
He had to.
He had to make sure that everyone knew she was his.
Could any mortal man decorate her in marks so heavily?
Could one fill her for hours and hours at a time and still have more to give?
Her moans grew louder in volume and it only spurred Alatus on further. Those moans were for him. Her praises were for him.
“I love hearing you…” he growled into her ear. “You sound…so perfect.”
He felt her nails digging into his back and he gripped her hips tighter in return, though his hands could never stay in one place for long. They were constantly roaming, finding some part of her to pleasure. Their chests pressed against each other, their breaths tickled each other’s skin.
“You feel…so perfect.”
He pulled back briefly to look at her. He loved to look at her the closer she got to her peak. Her lidded violet eyes gradually becoming hazy. Her face becoming more flushed. Her lips red from how much and how hard he’d kissed her. He cupped her face and met her gaze.
“You are so beautiful…you are so radiant…”
He felt himself getting hotter as his pace increased. He panted just as heavily as she did, yet he was far from tired. How could he be? How could he remain satisfied seeing her like this only once a day? This was only Round 1 of the many that night would hold.
“You are my treasure…my prize…my favorite girl…”
His legs trembled as hers wrapped tightly around his waist. A euphoric wave passed through him almost instantly as he heard her final cry of his name, filling his ears almost deafeningly.
“You are mine.”