Flawless (Original)

Chapter 1: The first time you ever said it, it was his 17th time visiting you.
Chapter 2: On his 10th visit, he comes to you in blood.
Chapter 3: On the 100th day, you wake up before him.
Chapter 4: On the 183rd day, Silco has a meeting planned.
Chapter 5: On the 371st day, you sit in your old brothal.
Chapter 6: It’s the 210th day when you suggest something
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Originally posted on Tumblr
Posted on January 11th, 2021

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Chapter Text

The first time it had slipped out, was on his 17th time visiting you.

The moment it had, he had froze, before the hand unclasped the grip he had on both your wrists, and pulling out of you smoothly but with a visible haste in his actions. Gasping the moment his presence left you, an ache in between your legs at the sudden loss nearly unbearable as you rubbed them together as you sat up onto your elbows with a caught-back whine. “I-is something wrong?” You panted, swallowing and letting out a mute curse as the aches, both pleasurable, began to dull between your legs.

Faced only with the scarred side as he caught his breath, you are left with few clues to what was in his head, save a tense jawline and flaring nostrils as he breathed sharply, in and out, again and again. The red eye seemed to glow brighter with each inhale, lighting up like the embers at his finale smoke, per every session. You could watch it for hours.

Pushing up further, resisting the groan in your core, and you reach. Fingers barely brushing his bare shoulder as you breath in concerned, “Beloved…?”

Stinging with the smack he gives to knock your hand away before it touches, it still remains in the air as he growls, launching to his feet and storming about the private room, gathering his things. Shoving feet into gold-lined boots, half-buttoning up a shirt; a rush, it seemed, to escape.

You called his name, a breach in the contract, but you did it anyways. He didn’t even hesitate, all but slamming the gold down on the low-lighted rooms dresser as he shoved his arms through his jacket. “Silco, wait-” You’re caught in the glare of hellfire and mortal, both just as devastating, deadly and raw as that of a snarling predator.

“You are to keep quiet, next we meet. Understood?”

The Eye of Zaun doesn’t wait for the reply, the mask concealing his identity as he exits secured before he slams the door behind him.

Leaving you with trembling legs, half kneeling on the bed as you stared after him. Any other woman would be shaking from terror from being the subject of such a flaming look, so off-put by the scarring and the shift from his normal cool, suave demeanor. You do not shake with such fear, however. The shaky breath you release as you fall back onto the bed, catching your breath as you pressed your palms into your eyes, was how utterly, totally beautiful your client was.

And, as consequence, how utterly screwed you were, in the fact that you thought that.

“Beautiful.”

Love wasn’t supposed to happen. Not here, and not like this.

You definitely shouldn’t be feeling love for a client while he has his cock pounding between your lips.

And you absolutely, positively, shouldn’t be finding the way he’s throwing his head back, slicked-strands of dark hair wild around his face as he lets out something guttural, and almost fragile, claw from his throat as he cums straight down your own, utterly captivating.

It’s almost reflexive at this point, how easily you take him to the hilt as his length twitches and drains hot ribbons down your perfectly sore throat. As reflexive as the several, gentle press of your lips you leave down on his spent length, before pressing an kiss directly on the dripping tip, the taste of him coating your tongue as you gaze up through your eyelashes.

Lovingly stroking his thighs as he came down from his peak, your hoarse voice said it, again. It takes his mind a few seconds to hear it, absorb it and understand it’s every syllable, but then his eye snaps back open as he pulls himself away immediately, going for the provided cloth on the table.

“There are many, many terrible stories, about whores that don’t listen.” The threat doesn’t work; you both know he won’t follow it, and you pant, reaching up to delicately thumb off the remains off him off your lips. He doesn’t turn, but you watch the man’s muscles jump as he hears you moan delightfully as you suckle the cum off your digit. “And lie.”

A frown as you breathe, “I’ve never lied.”

“You,” Now cleaned, Silco turns, and once more, you are breathless under the glow of his red. His coat already in hand, he sightlessly pulls out the clanking pouch from his pocket. “… are a whore…” The first click of gold is all but a punch onto the bedside table. You never move your eyes from him, even as he loudly stacks each and every coin atop one another.

“A whore, that’s paid.” Another ten clacks. “Paid to like it.”

Another ten. “Paid to act like that…”

A final ten, and his fist is shaking, chipped teeth gritting as he bores his duel-colored gaze into you. There’s sweat still dotting his brow, hair still sticking out from his thrusts between your ravaged lips. “Paid,” He whispers, hoarse as if your positions were flipped. “…to say such pretty, pretty lies.”

You stare straight into his eyes. And whisper it again.

That pure, perfect devastation crosses his gaze once more before he turns on a heel, breaking a world-record in his haste to put his clothes, his armor back on, and stride out the door, leaving you on your knees, with the taste of him in your mouth, and fifty shining, golden coins on the polished wood.

A moment later, you throw every single one of those damn coins out the window, and scattering into the street three floors below.

Paid, you are not.

Liar, you are not.

“Gorgeous.”

“You’re sacked.” You aren’t surprised, and say nothing to the Madame. Only give a cool side-glance to your co-worker beside you, smirking smugly. She’s of similar height, coloring, body type to you, and was Silco’s second choice if he hadn’t picked you.

The greedy bitch already has the glitter in the color of his gold in her eyes as she watches you lose your job. A consequence of you whispering the name of your client when you thought you were alone at night. “Immediately,” The Madame continues, and you interrupt, reminding her of Silco’s appointment tonight. “Don’t care, be gone by then.”

Your next question finally has her glancing up from her paperwork. “What was that?” “I said, what if I paid you for the room?” A haughty chortle of disbelief from your ex-coworker, and a sigh from your Madame. “This isn’t a damn hotel. Get lost, before I get the guys to drag you out.”

You turn, and walk out of the office. And return a handful of moments later, an armful of all the pouches of coins you’d procured over the last several months as Silco’s. Dumping them without care onto the desk, the Madame’s cigarette falls from her teeth as she stares. “… oh, you poor thing,” She mutters, raising one dark-leather bag and feeling it’s heavy, heavy weight. “You’ve fallen hard, haven’t you?”

You don’t answer that question, but she answers yours, agreeing to a one-night stay in the room you’ve been fucking the Industrialist in. And, of course, one more thing.

“What do you want?” Silco’s runner-up snarls as she strides back in; you, the first-prize, only sweetly smile and curl your fist at your side. “The five seconds I paid for.”

“Marvelous.”

If Silco takes note of the bruised knuckles, or the muffled crying he surely had to have heard as he walked past the office, or one of the teeth staff still hadn’t managed to pick up off the ground yet, he makes no comment as he tightens his tie around your wrists.

For a moment you fear the gag, in which case he’ll hear nothing of what you have to say. You’re relieved, emotionally as physically, as he guides his cock into your body with knees on either side of his hips.

“Beautiful,” You breath as his nails dig into the curve of your ass as you lift, then lower onto him again. You see those gritting teeth grind as you moan out the word again, adding it’s twin between your heaving breaths, “Gorgeous…”

A hand comes up to cup your breast, rolling and gripping at the plump flesh almost tenderly, but another whisper of the dreaded B-word has pain zapping to your brain from how hard he pinches your nipple.

“Stop that,” He orders, mortal eye closed tight as he rocks his hips up into you, choking your next word with the thrust of his cock deep inside. “I’m not paying you to say those things.” The laugh slips out from your tongue before you think, tone loving as you inform him, “You can’t pay me. I don’t work here anymore.”

You were staring into the hellfire-gaze as you confessed that. You now face both, utterly fixated on your face as his nails grip your hips, as if you could escape, or want to escape, his attention. “What…” A swallow, and you follow the curve of his throat with your gaze, causing a second swallow. “… what did you just say?”

A smile, as you gaze upon his every serious, ever careful, ever stoic face that looks up at you in pure shock and disbelief. “I was fired today. I paid for this room, it’s essentially a motel for the night… I don’t know if you’ll ever see me again after this.” You give a small, experimental clench around him, and his eye-contact never breaks as he gives a shuddering, low exhale.

“… You’re beautiful, Silco.” You begin to move again, slowly, inner muscles pulsating around his erection deep within your heat as you whisper your confessional. “I can’t stop looking at you, or thinking about you, and thinking how gorgeous you are. H-how-” Your moan cuts you off as both his hands slowly snake up your chest, this time giving both breasts slow, caring attention. “… h-how marvelous you are…”

A choked sound from below. Your hooded eyes watch as he closes his green eye, the red nearly disappearing as it dilates into the black.

“I love when you look like this,” You admit, between gasps as his hips start rolling in earnest up to meet you. “I love those rare smiles you get afterwards, w-with a cigar half-hanging out. I love… l-love the way your eyes, both of them, g-get so concentrated even as you fall apart. I-i love it when you bite your lip with t-those damn perfect teeth… just like t-that-” Even with his cock now slamming into you from below, you let out a breathless laugh as you see his canine pricking into his bottom lip in his carnal euphoria.

You’re so concentrated on watching this man fall apart, from your words and body, that you almost miss the way the tie is nearly ripped off your wrists.

“You mean it,” Silco gasps into your ear as he tugs you down atop of him, arm wrapping around you with nails biting into your back as his teeth bites into your shoulder as he fucks you in belief. “I-i do…” You groan against this ear as it earns you a lap against your skin, before a deep bite that’ll be stinging for days. “I-i had to tell you… d-don’t know i-if I’ll ever see you again-”

“You’re coming home with me.”

You let out a near-sob as one hand reached between your legs to stroke your clit with fierceness, and how certain his words are. How quickly you accept.

Your hand comes up to brush against grey, ragged skin, palm sliding on the sweat and fading make-up as you begin laying a trail of kisses from his ruined side of his chin, up.

“Beautiful.”

A snap of his hips. Another loving kiss.

“Gorgeous.”

A deep, wicked moan that shakes at the end.

“Marvelous.”

You feel how erratically he’s slamming into you, palm practically a blur on your clit as your vision starts to go white, and you press your open mouth at the corner of that stunning, wonderful eye of fire and darkness.

Your orgasm comes in sync with him, as you hoarsely choke out the one word you think of whenever you lay eyes on this man:

“Flawless.”

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

Chapter 2: On his 10th visit, he comes to you in blood.

Notes:

Originally Published on Tumblr
Posted on Jan. 19, 2022

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

On his 10th visit, he comes to you in blood.

Of which you are no stranger of, and have even spilt some yourself, as have all Undercity residents have had at some point or another. Some would claim it is to survive; in truth, it is a rite of passage, that soon breds into a tragic, but honest necessity of life.

Still, the sight of him splattered with it makes you slip from the bed you recline on without another word, nor hesitation, crossing the room in single-number strides before the door is even closed.

“Eager, are you?” Breathless, tonelessly dry joke as you impatiently tug at the stained coat. A short hiss and a tight grip is suddenly on your wrist, one you know very well by now in a different context, when you pull too hard at a shoulder.

You flick your eyes up to the mask, and, like you have every time since his 3rd, you want nothing more than to drag it off to see his face. “Beloved,” You murmur, feeling that grip tighten indescribably at the assigned term he’d chosen on the contract. “Beloved,” You whisper again, more urgently as you slip the coat arm free from his shoulder.

The hand that holds you doesn’t release, and you feel the ripple of his shudder along your skin.

“…Let me take care of you.” “Do you not already?” He knows the answer as well as you do, but you do not give up. His grip is tight, but the arm is lax, allowing you to move your hand, still in his grasp, down closer to your face.

You hear lips part, yours or his, you know not which, as you bring his gloved hand up to your quiet, even breaths. Fingers loosen as your lips slide over the dark leather, before teeth gently close at the edge between tanned-material and man. Hairs rising as you pause a beat to let out a low breath wave over his wrist, before you slowly tug the material off his skin.

He releases you once it reach his fingers, and a moment of pause as the blood-speckled leather is hanging between your teeth, before a thumb comes up to gently rub away the faint smear left behind upon your upper lip.

It stays on your skin, once task complete.

“I think,” Eyelashes flutter as the pad of the finger slowly rubs at your skin, and out of habit by this point, you open your mouth and let the glove drop onto the ground, forgotten. “I do indeed, know a way you could take care of me.”

You smile, and take his hand into yours.

The brothal showers are practically state of the art, an gift of an anonymous donor, shortly after your newest client came. Swooping metal, half-glowing glass decor and seemingly never-ending supply of hot water.

And handles. Lots of handles, gripping points and stands, with non-slip flooring to drive the implication home.

Your client’s mask hangs off one of them, his back to you as water rivets down from dark, smoke-steaked locks that grow limp and dripping in the steaming spray.

Breaking a river with your lips on the curve of his neck, you gently trace the circles of purple and blue already forming with one hand, the soft touches making him shudder. From your delicate handling of his bruises and wounds, or the slow stokes you are giving to his length, it doesn’t really matter.

You imagine, sans the long groan that sounds as your fingers swirl the red, thobbing head of his cock, that the noises you’re pulling from him would fit well into either dueling sensation.

“Fuck…” You don’t attempt to hide your smile, nuzzling your nose against his base-hairline as fingers trail along his hardness, earning another groan through clenched teeth as you give a teasing rub of your thumb on the leaking tip, skin pulled back enough for the full sensitivity to shoot through him at every caring swipe.

In the first couple visits, your client had been near-silent as you did your work. A grunt here, a hiss once or twice, but stern, low orders had been your only reply to every stroke, clench, lick and suckle.

It was almost amusing to see how quickly you could pull a rare extremity from his mouth under your actions. As if on cue, there’s a louder, repeated use of a swear as he thumps a fist hard on the showerwall. Responding with volume as you give a series of faster pumps, before slowing back down to gently trace fingers along the details of his prick.

“Tease.”

You chuckle, and though the water is close to burning, you see muscles jump at the warm feel of your lips at his neck. “You enjoy it, Beloved. I might know your body better than you know it yourself. I might even know this cock…”

His next moan takes on an interesting, rarely-used high pitch as you close your palm just over the tip. Fingers stroking down as you slowly grind your palm against the exposed tip, feeling the clear pre smearing over your hand at a particularly needy thrust.

“… better than you do at this point, beloved.”

There’s thump of his forehead hitting the wall in front of him, which is repeated twice, as you pull your hand away from his need to slide both arms from behind, hands smoothing over abdomen, ribs and chest. Fingers skimming over scars of young and old, you settle your hands flat on his chest and, after a beat, close the distance between you two.

Resting your forehead at the back of his skull, you wait to see if he objects. Though you feel muscles tense under your, almost domestic touch, he doesn’t, and you close your eyes.

You are no dreamer. No one in your profession is, and you’ve been doing this long enough to have any concept of fantasies firmly buried in the deepest pit of your mind.

A part of you can’t help it. That inane part of you, that’ll no doubt one day get you fired, can’t help but bask in this moment of simplicity, a sensuality without sex, which was a rare, rare feeling in your line of work.

A part of you can’t help but imagine more of these moments, with this client of yours. Being allowed in such intimacy with a man whose taken you, and only you, demanding only that you keep to him. And only him.

Your Beloved.

You decide to blame the name, it’s making you sentimental. Hands slowly retracting from his skin, you’re unsurprised as your client, speaking up suddenly after what feels like an eternity of silence, croaks out in a rugged tone you’re not quite familiar with, “I need to be inside you.”

Repressing a small sigh, you go to remove yourself. Not that you don’t want him, of course, but you selfishly wanted to stay in this moment. Heat cascading down between the two of you, and nothing, not even a non-negotiable mask, as written on the contract, between you and him…

But you suppose, the bed would do-

His hand shoots from his steel-grip on the wall in front of him to capture your wrist, breathing out a quiet, but urgent, “Right now. Right here.” Your breath catches, and a small rumble sounds from his chest when his ears catch it, before he murmurs again in a tone you can’t quite decipher, “Close your eyes.”

The command is obeyed instantly. And rewarded soon after with two familiar hands cupping either side of your face, and an unfamiliar mouth on yours.

Your gasping exhale is swallowed as a tongue invades yours. Fingers soon smooth from your cheekbones, up through your soaked hair as you send a moan through his mouth, feeling him respond in kind. And though you want nothing more then to run you hands over his own face, you merely latch your hands onto his shoulders, more careful with the injured one.

Your client pulled back enough to rest a forehead against yours, gaze clearly focused downward as you feel fingers beginning to stroke just outside the folds of your pussy. “Soaked already, are you?”

Unable to resist, you reply with a breathless whimper as he fingers slide between your rapidly-slickening thighs, brushing against your clit, “So are you.”

A chuckle, and you opened your mouth to feel it on your lips. Anonymity was the foundation of your particular brothel, and you were, dangerously, stupidly, growing too fond of this particular client of yours, to scare away by open your eyes.

He must’ve appreciated the restraint, for he soon guided your hands to grip the wall behind him, before snaking an arm under one leg to lift it. You wrap it, instinctively and with practice, at his slender waist. Curling a hand into a fist on the wall behind as your hoarse words slip out without your permission, “Let me see you.”

The hand gripping your hip as he slowly drags his stiff cock between your lips, twitches in response to your quiet plea, but you only hear a smooth, almost teasing, “No,” in reply.

“Let me kiss you.”

His lips slam into yours without a second more to spare, through he takes his time sliding his cock into your heat.

Soon, blessedly soon, he is leaving long-needed trails of suckled flesh along your neck and collar as he sets a slow, pace between your legs. The small jerks, and the thundering growls he bites into your flesh are the only betrayals of his impatience as you let out lewd moans between his unrelenting, upward thrusts. In this position, you feel the tip inside you sliding deliciously against your g-spot with every movement, stirring electricity up your spine at every motion.

Water riveting down your body, you tilt your head back as he nurses one particularly long, dark mark into the curve of your neck, pulling back with a quiet, but ragged sigh. The hand not holding your hips as he gives the first of his harsh thrusts into you comes up to cart through the back of your hair.

“Pretty thing, when I have you like this,” His voice, and the increasing sounds of the pace picking up, are the sole things cutting through the steam. Until your whimpers begin to grow into earnest moaning. “Gods, you’re so good for me. So right for me…”

The cry that spills from you at the first of sudden, direct pounds deep into your cunt, makes him groan loud and long from the way you clench around him. “Fuck… you have a face, bred to be twisted with ecstasy from me.”

You couldn’t even begin to come up to a respond to that, and he gave you zero opportunities to think of one. Head lolling back into the grip on your hair as you felt your nails claw into the wall behind him, as his tongue pushed back into your mouth at your next choked moan. His own claws dug into your skin as he dragged your face closer to wrestle his mouth with yours.

The heat of your bodies almost rivaling that of the steam and water around the two of you, you felt your body rocket to melting-points after a couple sharp thrusts, and a thumb snaking around to the front of your pelvis to grind against your clit once, twice…

The resulting orgasm almost made him stagger, a rough and vile curse filling the clouded air as you clenched around the cock inside you with a vengeance. Head tossing back as you went stiff in your peak, the heated spray of the shower left you sputtering when you remembered how to breathe.

The mantra of curses brought you down to earth and… oh, damn the contract.

You opened your eyes, and saw him face to face for the first time, your beloved. No masks, no contractual obligations.

Just you, the steam between you, a glowing red eye and a face twisted into ecstasy as he rams into his orgasm, head falling back against the title with mouth falling open. The cum filling your cunt almost makes you climax a second time, and you swear that drinking in every detail of his face is what very-nearly puts you over the edge.

Others would cringe or openly stare in terror at the grey scars, the neverblinking red and black. Some probably consiter it the only remarkable feature, but watching that remaining human eye twist further shut, then teeth grind as he rides out his climax, dark hair having fallen all over his face…

And he said you had a face made for ecstasy. You could find yourself staring at this exact image for hours, and never feel less aflame than you do right now.

Alas, hours he does not give you, for the open-mouth panting comes to a slow halt as he cracks open an eye, teal and hazed with lust as he meets your gaze freely for the first time. No judgement or fury at your disobedience resides in his gaze, just quiet patience and satisfaction as his chest rises and falls with yours as work to regain air in your lungs.

You drink in every detail of his expression as water drips from your lashes, and streams down his face, rippling as it passes over grey, cracked skin and falling off partially scarred parted-lips.

Eyes then flicking back to his eye, watching your study, you hold his gaze for a moment. Then your mouths crash and reach each other half-way, as you end up thrusting your aching pelvis flush to his once more, feeling his spent release drip down from your used hole, down your thighs and down the drain from the action of him once again brought full-hilt within you.

It takes a long time for the hot water to run out.

Unrelated, it takes just as long for the two of you to stop.

“Are you going to end the contract?”

“No.” You hum, but don’t argue, pulling the fluffy towel closer around your shoulders as you watch him get dressed once more. Every cut or scrape cleaned out and now bandaged, only bruises remain on his skin. With that in mind, it’ll be easy for him to dispel speculation of his slight, sore-legged limp as merely side effects of a job gone bad.

You, however, reside in a brothel. The others here know exactly what needing to be partially-carried back to the room by your client means, and no amount of hiding it is going to dismiss the giggles that will undoubtedly arise when you walk out with a limp come morning.

You find that you don’t give a damn, and are simply content to recline on the bed as he smooths his cost back into place, reaching up to run a hand through damp locks. “Why?”

He pauses, turning to look at you. “I despise those who don’t follow orders.” He admits, heading over to the side of the bed where you lay. “Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, betrayal…” The tone is soft as he speaks in words that should be harsh, and the touch he slids up over your body is equally gentle. Fingertips drag and catch on the curves of your body as you open the sides of the towel around you.

Yes, you’re unbelievably sore, more than you’ve ever been with anyone else in your job, and maybe ever will be, but for him? You’re fine with a little more ache.

He doesn’t drop his gaze from yours for a moment, however, and soon, his hand finds it’s way to your cheek. “But that wasn’t a betrayal of trust, now was it?”

You shake your head, ever careful not to shake his touch from your skin as you breath assuringly, “Curiosity.” His mouth moves slowly as he repeats it, tasting the word on his tongue, before a little curl appears on his lips. “Well, if that’s the case, who am I to punish the curious?”

Leaning down, his lips brush against yours, and automatically, unwillingly as you want to continue drinking-in his visage, your eyes slip close. Softer, perhaps more for himself than for your ears, he adds, “And I reward those who take care… and you take very, very good care of me, my lovely.”

Breath catches, he pulls away and slips out before you open your eyes. It’s as if he was never there at all, save for the ache between your legs, the gold shining on the counter, and that dooming, horrible warmth that now begins to build in your chest.

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

Chapter 3: On the 100th day, you wake up before him.

Notes:

Originally posted on Tumblr:
Posted on Jan. 24th, 2021

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

On the 100th day, you wake up before him.

Such a rare occurrence, you still your body as soon as you come to the realization. Slowly opening your eyes that quickly adjust to the dark of the room, just slightly below-dim with the neon of the Undercity beyond the curtained window.

Holding-in steady breaths, you find yourself slowly moving bit by bit amongst smooth silk covers and throws, before you've turned to face him. Immediately, that warmth that should embarrass you, if life was longer, fills your chest as you blink bleary eyes, tracing the sharp ends and curves of Silco's face.

100 days.

For the first 16 of those days, you'd reflexively gotten up in the deep night, hours before he needed to wake, and reached around for your clothes the moment you felt him began to stir, sitting up to watch your practiced actions. Your routine-escapes, honed from years of practice, habit, and employment-necessity.

You forgot you weren't employed often, in those first few days.

"Stay."

You'd heard that more than a few times in your career, so it took a touch at your back to fully halt your motions, and a repeat of the word. Turning, you had turned to look over your shoulder, meeting his watchful, but otherwise impassive expression, eyes trailing to the partially-dressed you, and then your eyes. "Stay," Silco said for the third time, impossibly quiet that you couldn't help but slowly move your hands from the hem of your clothing.

Fingers slid from the skin of your back, to curl over a shoulder as he gently guided you back into bed, both lidless and hooded eye fixated on you.

It wasn't all sex, surpringly, especially at the beginning. Mostly talking, much in bed, yes, but talking. About everything and nothing; things that mattered to you both, and things you couldn't care less about. Laying close the first days, than closer, until there were nights when you just felt your skin on his, and the faint, distant sensation of sheets.

You'd been no stranger to pillow-talk, some of your 'sweetheart' clients had been extremely chatty, picturing a lover rather than a whore laying beside them in loneliness or self-assurance. This time spent with Silco, late into the nights after he pulled himself from his desk at last and you finished your own little tasks around his office, where you'd simply laid side by side was... intimate.

Intimate in a way you didn't know, or perhaps didn't think you'd have time for in this life, and made you warmer than anything in the world.

Perhaps that's why the bed felt so cold when he left you daily to prepare for his never-ending work, your hand already subconsciously reaching when he'd pull himself from the bed far, far too early the next morning.

Perhaps that's why you relish in this rare, too rare moment. Fingers smoothing up to trace over a smooth, sharp jawline, a small smile blooming on your lips as you catch sight of his own slightly-parted ones, showing the gap of his teeth in his slumber. Breathing remaining deep as you smooth the curve of your fingertips, you bring your touch to a crawl along his skin as you reached the rippling grey patches.

You still a moment as you feel a breath hitch, your other palm sliding up over a smooth chest until he steadies again.

Nails gently catch under the pitch-black eyepatch, used for sleep, and carefully slip it off his face. Revealing an even more, true black color, and a swirling, far-away red that slowly works to see you, as you, tenderly, and with much affection, map out the skin around it.

You feel a sharper exhale from his opened mouth after a handful of moments simply spent trailing over the valleys and dips of ragged skin, and you murmur a soothing coo as the red begins to sharpen, coming into focus under your feather-light massages.

"Stay." The green eye cracked, and gave an impossibly slow blink as it's owner came into full-clarity. You watched as he was made aware of existance once more after the purging of slumber, taking in the bedroom ceiling, covers pulled tight around the two of you and your fingertips slowly, with the most loving care, tracing over his scars. You whisper your desire again, "Beloved, stay for a bit longer."

"Demanding already... I spoil you..." The quiet attempt at sternness is thwarted by your head slipping beneath his chin, nuzzling your nose to his neck before beginning to leave a hiking-trail of soft presses along his collarbone. "You reap benefits from spoiling me," You pointed out with a quiet chuckle along his skin.

Opening your mouth, you closed your lips loosely around the pulse-point, and could feel a deep, approving hum from beneath your mouth as you suckle."... spoiling me makes me want to do good things for you." You murmur as you release your hold on him, smiling at the dark imprinting you left behind on his skin. "I say it's a mutually beneficial agreement." You feel another rumble under your caressing hand along his sternum, more amused now, but experiencing the same effects as his last low purrs.

You sense weakness, and so you tilt your head back to brush your nose along his jaw. "Stay?"

The hand still resting on his chest rises and falls with his sigh, and it catches as you drag nails curiously along his skin. "Silco..." The full-body shudder he gives is still delicious to you as the green eye slips close, as you gently line his cheek with your lips as you plead in gentle earnestness, "Stay, gorgeous? Beautiful beloved, my marvelous... flawless, Silco..."

A ragged pant slips between his tightening teeth at your moaned-words, and as a gentle bite of your teeth between his bottom lip, before you release and leave him chasing as you pull back to stare at him.

Seafoam slit cracks open to look at you, something almost looking deeply ruined in his gaze. It makes the red-black eye look undamaged, and yet thrice times as raw.

"Stay, Silco." You whisper, and are rewarded by your words by a hand speaking from around your waist, to cup your bare-sex under the covers.

The man doesn't even need to plunge into you, just a gentle massaging of your heated mound as you trail your mouth over his is enough to signal your sex to wetness. Opened mouth captures your own with lazy fever, slowly brcoming energized as you wind your hand from his scars to his hairline, nails gently carting through black and silver-streaks as you feel a finger tease along your slit.

You're soaked within minutes, and he's letting out shuddering moans into your mouth as you gently scratch and sooth along his scalp, a sensation he misses dearly when you pull away from him. You don't leave his side, though, simply turn him from his and onto his back as you push covers down to expose the two of you to air, chilling slick and heated skin as you move to your body over his.

His duel-shaded eyes gaze up at you as you brace your knees at his waist, just above his reaching-length. Feeling that hand slip from your wet mound, you let out a small sigh and watch his lips quirk at your expression, as you audibly hear him prepare his cock with the remnants of your essence on his hand.

You don't look though. Can't really, gaze transfixed on that incredible twist of pleasure his face ripples with as his hands, one still slick, grip at your hips, and you slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

Silco'a gaze is equally uncompromising, flicking from your hooded eyes and your parted lips that open wider as he gives a gentle roll once you've steadied yourself atop him.

Perfect at balancing in such a position thanks to your career path, you slowly lower yourself forward, so you're hovering over his body with hands braced on his chest, nails leaving faint white lines in your slow, methodical scratches as you begin to move your hips to a similar tempo.

For a man who seemingly adored the sound of his own voice, only muted breaths, deep groans and the slight grind of teeth sounded as he stared, bewitched, up at you as you rode his cock with early-morning laziness. You slowed until he was full-sheathed within you, feeling that tip press deliciously against your g-spot as your spongy-heat clenched around him, before raising yourself up to do it all over again.

You trailed a hand up from his chest to cart through his hair again, only smoothing back some of the strands that were bedraggled across his face as you murmur, tightening around him purposefully with your words, "Won't you stay a while longer, Beloved?"

Silco's head lolled back into your grip as you move your hand to cup just behind his skull, and after taking a moment to breath, cracks open his eye again to look up at you, a single word in the heterochromatic sea you could drown happily in, as his mouthmouth says another, "Only if you will."

Stay.

As you lean down the rest of the way to kiss him deeply, and with the passion of two people who have all the time in the world, you begin to move your hips in earnest with him inside. Tongue stroking within your mouth, and leaving a connected-line everytime he pulls back for breath, you feel his pelvis begin to press flush with yours as he meets your energized, but deeply enamored rocking with his own thrusts deep within you.

When your orgasm comes nearly simultaneously with his, you don't give a show. You don't throw your hair back and cry out a contractually-decided name to the ceiling, or ride with earnest until the client beneath you is limp and shakily reaching for the coin-purse.

With Silco, you simply let out a shuddering moan against his lips as you press your forehead to his, gasping and softly groaning with a lilted voice as you pushes deep within you, filling you with the heat of his own climax.

Long fingers trail from your hips after a moment of panting in the slim, shared air between you two, settling across your waist and back as your arms lower your upper body against his, palm still flush against his chest while your other hand continues the ministrations on his greying-hair.

"I think..." He mutters after several minutes of your hands gently smoothing through strands, massaging his scalp and gently tugging at the ends of his hair in repetitive, loving fashion. "... that was as... good a reason as any to remain here a bit longer."

"So you'll stay?" You murmur as you crack open your eyes. Meeting his, you see the hazy lining of true affection in the man's half-gaze, even the ruin one looking almost capable of showcasing his strong desires for you. "Yes." He murmurs, answering your question before his seafoam eye unconsciously flickers with his own.

'And will you?'

Your lips to his again, as you slip that palm from his hair, and silence any discontent as you gently cup his scarred cheek. Will you stay? He asks... there's no where else you'd rather be.

"Always, Beloved."

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Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Notes:

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Posted on March 4th, 2022

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Chapter Text

On the 183rd day with him, Silco has a meeting planned, and can't afford for it to be delayed any further. Even the King of Zaun needed to show some sense of punctuality to one of his own.

The rather insistent knock on the door, informing him the Chem-Baron has arrived, makes you quirk a brow.

They're early.

You don't stop your efforts in getting Silco relaxed before such a stressful interaction, by sweetly suckling on the cockhead in-between your lips.

But still, you show your appreciation for such a hardworking, dedicated man by swiping your tongue in your mouth, flicking over a leaking tip and humming at the taste.

Unconcerned, so long as you continue to make those sweet, beautiful sounds of sighs and bitten-back groans, as your Beloved attempts to scribble into another report. Failing, undoubtedly. Writing signatures that are truly more akin to uncoordinated lines than his name.

So familiar, yet always so good.

"Darling..." The chiding, and unsteadily-murmured endearment through gritted teeth almost makes you smile around him as your nails tap down his thighs, tracing the seams as you gaze up through your lashes. The Eye of Zaun leans back, gripping the edge of the desk with white-knuckles, just enough so his green-and-hellfire gaze can meet your innocent-ones.

You purr around him as you bat your eyes sweetly, the King of the Underground struggling not to moan out loud. Clearly, whatever chiding reminder he wanted to make fades as you press down on his thighs, just enough to keep him in his seat as you bob your mouth once, twice...

With a practiced movement, learned from a lifetime of your previous line of work, you hold him steady at his base with a thumb and forefinger, before taking him fully into your mouth. The muffled groan from above you, informs that the feel of your hot, slicked mouth is enough to bring him to the point of muzzling himself to silence.

Not something he would do in the bedroom, but there is time for that later. Right now, as you guide him fully past your lips, until your nose brushes against his pelvis, you simply want to bring Silco to the point of relaxation. Not crying out your name in echos.

Closing your eyes, you feel his on you completely when you finish, and he sits hot and heavy on your tongue. You don't even have to bob or make a single noise around him. Silco's cum soon arrives, hot and delectable, just from the sight alone of you batting your lashes as he sits fully in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you take every single drop straight down into your throat.

Never, will you be able to get enough of this.

But alas, the Chem-Baron is early.

Another knock after a minute, and slowly, the Eye of Zaun stops biting into his fist. Leaving uneven indents on his knuckles, he gives you a apologetic, annoyed look at the prospect of you leaving. You make it fade by taking your sweet-time sliding your head back, letting his spent-length slip through and out of your mouth.

Once the head passes your lips, still holding him at base, you cause a shudder to run through his body at the sight of you pressing a kiss to the red, spent head and murmur against him.

"Have a good meeting, Beloved."

Sticking around for the meetings seems silly to you, even if Silco wants nothing more then to have you seen at his side.

"I don't need to be seen."

"You ought to be. Deserve to be, no one even knows what you are to me."

The counter-response makes you smile, laugh faintly at the frustration in his tone. Again, it's never for you, but you can only imagine how he must pout at the lack of opportunities you give him to show you off.

You have to imagine his expression as you cannot see it. Silco's nose rests against your sternum as you run your fingers through dark stands. He's comfortable there, and you feel your eyes slipping close at his breath, steady and slow along your bare-skin.

"I don't need them to," You assured him, and spoke over his insistence of it. "I don't, Silco. I don't need to be presented at your side, not in a way to prove something to others." A gentle tug on his dark locks, and you smiled when he tilted his head back obediently, just enough from the valley between your breasts, to gaze up at you.

"So long as you see me, nothing else matters."

A slow, languishing blink from your Beloved. "See you? Darling..." The corners of your mouth slip up when he tilts his head back down, and you feel the partially-scarred lips press to your sternum. Brief, but you feel the energy, the desire, and though you've dealt with many 'sweetheart' clients over the years that attempt to replicate the same thing, you can genuinely feel the love behind the row of kisses he presses to your skin.

Love. As you tilt your head back, allowing him access to your next, which he seems to need to physically restrain himself in not-leaving his signature mark, you still can't quite believe it.

"Darling," Silco repeats, as you feel lips press against your jaw. "I see you every day. If not physically, than whenever the moment lulls. Whenever the music stops, the pen is put down, or finally, silence comes after an unbearable length of anothers voice." It made you snort to hear the barely-concealed complaint, but it faded into a small intake of air as you felt chipped teeth nip, the physical-restraint it took him to not to leave a mark apparent breaking.

"Careful, Silco," You murmured, as he raised himself further up to barely graze his mouth to yours. Your eyes cracked opened to watch him, and there was traces of mirth in your gaze. "Or I'll assume you're a romantic at heart." The slight tease earned you a chuckle, and a chaste kiss. Then, a small sigh at your lips. "The Undercity should worship you."

Silco says it, so plainly, that you could almost see it. He already brings the Underground to his knees, one man who refuses to flinch back from even the darkest of Zaun, who bites at the throats of those who snarl at him in challange, a man who stares death in the eye everytime he looks in a mirror...

How much would Silco's power, raw confidence grow, when a woman were to step in place beside him?

You weren't foolish enough to think you were powerless. Physical-lackings aside, what you lacked in fight-won muscle, you gained in speed, in charisma and perhaps a bit of smarts too. Should all else fail, of course, you also had two fists.

But the idea of power, real power, visible to all when standing at Silco's side? Because they would see, instantly, that it was not the power of physical nor personable, or mental capabilities that kept you firmly at Silco's side.

Silco, as tilted as it might have become over the years, had love for the Nation of Zaun that set the foundation of his power.

Everyone would see that it was the King of Zaun's love for you, that would set the foundation of yours.

But that meant everyone. From the deepest pit of the Lanes, to the closest-to-Piltover on the aboveground Alcoves, everyone would see you at Silco's side. And though you were far from shy, you knew many of those eyes would recognize you. Not from the intimate setting that you now know solely with Silco, but they would recognize you from a bed nonetheless.

You didn't want to be seen by them, by past clients.

Only Silco, now.

"Like I said, Beloved... I don't need the Undercity." Bringing palms up, you to care to caress the scars outlining his eye, feeling the dead-skin briefly to return to life at the touch. You smile, when you see he only has eyes for you now - just as you wanted. "Only you."

But of course, it was never only Silco.

He was a busy man, afterall, with an Undercity to run, people to meet and business to run in the form of an entire Nation.

You wish you had paid better attention to the aspects of Silco's business. Or considered how small the Undercity was in actuality, as it might have better prepared you, to hear a name or to wait until after the Eye of Zaun's meeting in order to bring him a drink, another attempt to relax him for what was to be a trying meeting.

It was trying for you as well, for you were wholly unprepared for the slit-pupil eyes glancing over, and then widening st the sight of you in recognition.

"Oh," White teeth glinted as the red-wine splattered onto the carpet, but you managed to keep the glass steady. Though frozen, between you and Silco it remained, while every muscle in your body locked up. "I never expected you to keep one around."

Green eye narrowed immediately. Fingers curled around the stem of the glass, and there was a subtle flick of a pinkie in the direction of the door.

You couldn't move though, watching the trainwreck that was present and past colliding in the worst way possible.

"Keep a lover around? Honestly, Finn, I believe you were seen with at least four at a club in the previous weeks."

A observation meant to mock Finn's overcompensating, but the young, tattooed man only smiled, and threw you a wink.

"Always room for a fifth."

He ignored Silco's burning glare, the way the wine splashed slightly when he all but slammed the glass back down onto the table. Clearly, the Eye of Zaun knew gripping it would be no good, or he'd be picking glass out of his hands. "We're here to discuss your recent border-shift with Chross, not debate on the company we keep. If you think you're capable of keeping focused, I might even let you keep this new agreement, and have trust you won't forget where you drew the lines."

Again, Silco was ignored, as Finn's eyes slowly lit up with remembrance, and he smirked deeper at you.

"Never really had many favorites, girls like you are always a dime-a-dozen." You knew this. Had lived with this knowledge, far longer than live with the idea that you could be something special. But apparently the 183 days had made you soft, for you flinched. "But I gotta say, the things you could do..." Finn clicked his tongue, shaking his head and sighing. Then he flicked his pale gaze over to Silco. "Her tongue, right? That shit alone, I could see why you'd want to keep her around-the-clock for it."

"Finn." A final warning from the Eye of Zaun as he braced his palms on the desktop, rising with fire burning in both eyes.

But you ignored it as well as the Chem-Baron did, keeping your voice low and calm as you retorted, "I don't work in that business anymore. I've..." A beat, you knew you were thrown far-off your usual rhythm. Most clients don't make a point of calling out their prostitutes if they see them in daylight, but judging by the way Finn was flicking between opening running his gaze down your body, and looking over at Silco's deadly expression, you knew Finn had no trouble in attempting to flip the script.

"I've changed." You finished lamely, and earned a laugh. The next observation wasn't directed at you though, for Finn looked straight at the man in charge when he quietly said, "You can't change a whore that good. Especially not into a lover, boss-man."

Needing to breathe, you found yourself walking to the couch, and sitting down with your hands limp on the cushions beneath you.

"Finn," Silco said, slowly. "I believe it's best you head home early. I fear there's going to be an accident tonight." The Chem-Baron's eyes narrowed, and he straightened. "Not really an accident when you get a warning," He pointed out, and Silco hummed, consideringly. Not considering the man's words, but how exactly tonight's accident was going to pan out.

"My apologies, then... I suppose I'm implying that whatever happens tonight, is just a mere coincidence. A tragic, painful coincidence, that could very well still be avoided if you leave now."

All you could do was stare forward, as you heard the buzzing, tense silence in the room. Finn's bravo soon caved into the eerily assuring tone in Silco's voice, but you were too preoccupied with your own thoughts to watch and see his steps, a bit quicker, move out the door.

You now waited for your own dismissal.

One you had spent an entire career knowing well, and despite one hundred, eighty-three days since your last, you could already feel your heart closing off. Your face melting back into neutrality that all customers would get, once their time is up.

For you knew, undoubtedly, that yours was with Silco.

"Can't change a whore that good."

The urge to scream was muted. You could do it later, in peace and quiet, after you found a brothel where your reputation for catching feelings was unheard of.

The idea that you would be kept any further now, was laughable.

The idea, so long and not nearly that many days go, to think you could run off, go from lady of the night to the lady of the Eye, was ridiculous.

But it was also painful. Gods, were you in so, so much pain at the thought of being sent away.

But just as Finn said. You had been very, very good at your job.

And so you would take your dismissal, from the man you loved and the Eye of Zaun, professionally.

There's a sigh at the desk, heavy and furious, and you brace for it. Brace tighter when you hear his chair all but shoved away as he stands, and while your face is neutral, your body is locked tight as a vice when Silco walks into your line of sight.

You expect a finger point to the door, too furious to even speak. A single bark, or a quiet whisper to leave, along with the fire that dances in his eyes.

A dismissal of a whore, is what you're expecting.

Then he raises a hand, moving close to your face, and you start thinking that perhaps you should expect a blow...

The Eye of Zaun cups your cheek. Guides your face up in the softest of touches. Doesn't even wink the one whole eye that remains. For he is so fixated on your face, he doesn't even wish to blink, and lose you from sight even so briefly.

"Are you alright?"

You opened your mouth; unable to say anything. Even as he moves, leaning, soon kneeling before you and cupping both your cheeks, you still find yourself unable to make words come out of your mouth again to respond to the one thing you weren't expecting.

Even if you could, he didn't let you say anything, as Silco gingerly brought your lips to his.

Bizarrely, you find it bewildering that he would touch you now. It was no secret that he was not the first, but to have it so pointedly thrown in his face... you never imagined you would find a man, so willing to touch you, in the ways he had to have no others have done in the past.

"I want to make something clear to you," He says, firmly but not unkindly, pulling away from your mouth and guiding down your still, silent form onto the couch surface. "I can see in your eyes that you're having trouble thinking of anything else but your past. But pay attention to the present, to your future, and me."

You were finding it hard to pay notice to anything else but Silco, especially as he started pressing deep, insistent kisses to your neck and jaw. Drawing marks, leaving bruises no doubts between his words, but you only focused on the marks he was imbedded in your heart and mind with his every words.

"You are mine. You belong to no one else, not to the streets, not to a brothal nor any customers... you are mine." Hands finally come back to life as they lunge up, gripping his dark hair tightly as you feel an equally-dark splotch given to your skin, under the work of his mouth and teeth.

You've heard words like these before. Clients who started getting attached, or working out a fantasy you could provide. The idea of possession, of ownership appealed to quite a few, and while it had often made you scoff, roll your eyes and perhaps scrub off the nights-work a bit more intently than normal, you largely just shrugged it off as mere words.

Silco's actions, the way he was holding your body as he lavished your neck, collar, and soon tugging away close to work at your breast, was making it clear that he meant every word.

Back arched up into his mouth, and after leaving your chest heaving, the King of Zaun started down a pathway down further below. Words working in between every step as his fingers hooked on whatever final layers kept him from the end of his trail.

"You're so good being mine too, darling... taking care of me. Taking all that I offer so well, giving to me, so much of you..." Long-fingered hands patted and smoothed down your hips when they jerked, a hum to comfort as he pulled your panties down and off your legs, before settling between them. "Look at me."

You didn't even realize your eyes were closed, but a murmur of your name had you slipping them back open. "Look at me, my lovely."

Seagreen and the violent-remains of red and black looked at you. Seeing only you, as Silco murmured heartedly, "You are mine, just as much as I am yours. You are the only woman I will have. I don't care how many have has you, for I plan to be the only one you have from this moment onward."

The relief you felt at the verbal assurance melted into heat as he leaned down, pressing his lips firmly to the top of your slit. "I plan to be the only one to have this," He admitted, selfishly as he pulled back. But you had shown, in the many days together, that he was welcome to take as much as he wanted, and if Silco didn't believe it, you raised your hips to follow his mouth with a pleading whine.

"Hush, dearest," The man soothed you with fingers caressing the divets in your hips, eye flicking up to you as he dragged a single, wet-stripe over your mound with his tongue, flicking the tip just over your slit with a pleased hum at the sound you made. "I'll give you everything I have," He said, eyes piercing you in place as his hands slid under your thighs, pulling them further apart as well as anchoring him to where he wanted to be. "Just as you've given everything to me. It's only fair, my beautiful, flawless lovely."

What followed next made it very, very difficult to remember your past experience in the brothels. Which was probably Silco's intentions, as he used only his tongue to work open the lips of your pussy, and delving in fully the moment he could reach.

Still, between the probing of his tongue, deep into your sex that left your thighs trembling in an effort not to lock around his head, and the rapid, flickering whips to your clit that left you keening, you realized that you've seen this all before. Heard this all before, even.

Oh, not from the same man, of course. You had quite a few years under your belt, meaning quite a few touches, mouths and words rolling over you.

But as Silco pulls back, only for a second to pull in a single lungfull of rasping air before locking a surely-sore mouth over your sex again to lap, suck and stroke almost wildly against you to bring you screaming, you realize you believe him.

You believe him as he hoarse speaks of how he only wants, no, needs you.

You believe him when he growls as he catches your first orgasm straight on his tongue, but he only tugs you closer to drag your body into it's next as he devours every bit of arousal your body has to offer.

You believe him, when he pulls back and let's you catch a breath. If only to prepare for when he plunges two fingers inside, curling and hitting that spot within that makes you see stars as he swears he's going to fill you in there, again and again.

He wouldn't be the first, of course, and you both know it, even if it hadn't been thrown in both your faces today.

But you believe him, truly and wholly believe him as Silco claims you as his, while also showing how you have completely branded him as yours. Because you know he'll never stare at another woman the way he does at you now, nor would there be any other he hoarsely proclaims his love, life, his Queen...

There will never be another for you, just as he'll never take another.

Such a realization makes you feel powerful.

But more importantly, it makes you feel secure, makes you feel loved. Which really, is all you need, although Silco apparently strives to give you so, so much more than you need as he finally pulls his mouth and fingers from you. Juices literally drip off from his mouth and chin, but he doesn't wipe them off. Tongue flicks out from his panting mouth as he heaves breaths in unison with you, catching what he can around his mouth and resolving to lap up the rest later, as he strokes his hands up and down your thighs to sooth your quaking body.

"... beloved?" Your voice has never been this strained, this scratchy, not even in the days you've had with Silco. You love it.

"Darling?" Managing a swallow, but not the sit-up, your eyes flick over to look at him for a minute. Simply staring at him, gazing at you like he would be happy to look down at you, wrecked and ruined from his touch alone, for an eternity.

It was at that moment that you decided to use your newfound power over the King of Zaun.

"... Finn's mouth was never as good as yours," You murmured. "I don't think he deserves to keep it."

Silco's eye, which had narrowed into a dangerous slit at the name alone, glinted. With awe, and adoration, and now, promise.

Then Silco's chipped-teeth glinted with his grim, and yet loving smile, as he leaned down to kiss his Queen.

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Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Summary:

Unsurprising, really. Because since when has Silco been able to deny you anything?

Notes:

Originally posted on Tumblr.
Posted on March 13th, 2022

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Chapter Text

On however-many-days it has been with him, he tells you that you are his.

This is far, far from the first time he has ever told you this, and this is not the first time he says this while fucking you like it’s his last night of existance.

You have to reach behind your head to twist your nails into the pillow beneath you as his next slow, deep thrust into you makes you whimper in a terribly fragile way. Your nails must be ripping holes into the filling material, but better to destroy a pillow in your sexual bliss than, another, set of sheets.

“Fuck, Silco...!” You cry out, pressing head further into the pillow you feel your leg hiked further over his shoulder, your back taut in it’s bowing as the new position brings stars to your eyes. A familiar position, true, but the man has a habit of redefining.

Redefining your job, when you had one, then your life, and even love.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s able to redefine missionary on top of all that as well.

“That’s it, darling, that’s it…” The purr he makes is strained between thrusts, but no less lustful as the unmatched gaze is tilted down just enough to watch where your bodies connected. “Look at you, taking it all so well… you call me flawless, but I swear that you’re stunning, dearest. And it’s all for me…” A particularly slow, deep thrust was made to enunciated his words, and you couldn’t help but let out another cry of his name as it hit deep within you. A sudden swear sounded as you clench around him, and you felt the hand gripping your hip tighten, to the point of bruising.

It would go beautifully with the others, you thought blissfully as Silco let out a low growl and truly started to pound himself deep into you.

“Say my name again, my lovely. Louder,” He orders between clenched teeth, words starting to shudder “…let’s make a point of showing what everyone already, shall we? Perhaps with me leaking out of you? Marking you? B-breeding you?” There’s suddenly something inside you that seems to ignite at those words, and your mouth wordlessly drops open with a choked rasping inhale for air, now that it suddenly feels like the words have suffocated you.

Perhaps Silco only attributes your soundless nature to his thumb, reaching around to grind merciless circles on your clit as he grounds himself deep into your cunt, “Fill you up like no o-other? Again and again, until it takes, until you’re not just my Queen of Zaun… but the c-carrier of my heir-?”

He’s lost you, at that moment. The orgasm rips and ravages your body like a twisting, furious bolt of lightning, leaving you stunned and frozen from electricity that seems to coarse through your very nerves.

For a moment, you’re almost unaware of everything else in existance, until you feel a final, definitive slam as he drives into you, the distant snarl of your name sounded in pure ecstasy as he fills you. Every drop of cum, deep, hot and Silco’s, is filling deep inside you, one of the only sensations you are left aware of as you’re frozen at his words.

Frozen; but wanting.

The world comes back to you slowly, as you feel the cum leaking from your hole beginning to cool. The rasp of breath from above you. The utterly torn pillowcase under your nails.

It comes back in a rush when you feel his body slowly starting to move from you, halted when your hands fly down to grip his hips, keeping your Beloved flushed against you as you feel your chest heave when you take your first breath after a minute of being stunned-still. If he’s surprised at your silent command, Silco doesn’t show it, and follows your order to stay put inside you while you catch your breath, eyes flicking closed as you feel his cock begin to soften inside your heat, filled to the brim with his seed.

But not enough of it.

Not for what you suddenly want, more than anything.

“… Again?” You murmur, and there’s a half-laugh of breathless nature from the Eye of Zaun, a slight tease to his panting words. “Can you handle going again, my lovely?”

Cracking open your eyes, you gaze at him through your lashes. For just a moment, words escape you as you stare up at the man you love, the way his combating gaze of hellfire and cyan both burn for you. Leaving you with a warmth not just between your legs, but in your chest as well, your heart ignited and set aflame in such a powerful burst, that you couldn’t care less if this man will be the one to burn you down…

So long as Silco looks at you like that, you don’t care if you’re Queen of Zaun or Queen of embers and ashes. So long as you are his Queen, nothing else matters.

Well.

Nothing else, except the seed of an idea he has planted into your mind, at the thought of being bred by him.

You hope he keeps you from smouldering long enough to take root.

“Please, Beloved… Silco,” You murmur with a flutter of your eyes that has his mouth parting slightly, a small inhale almost whistling though his chipped teeth as you dig your nails into his hips slightly with batting eyes as you ask sweetly despite the blunt words, “Fill me up with your cum again, my beautiful?”

Only a moment or two passes, before the pillow beneath your head is once more ravaged by your nails, as you yourself are ravished from below by vicious pumping of an already stiffening-cock pounding into you.

Unsurprising, really. Because, since when has Silco been able to deny you anything?

On the 371st day, you sit in your old brothel, and swirl the tea in the nicest cup they had. Which, in actuality, wasn’t so off-par from nice china sets one might see at the more well-off parts of the growing nation of Zaun.

Since generous donations, and protective-muscle have flooded the red-districts of the Undercity in recent months, there is no short-supply of nice things. Tea-cups, doors instead of beaded curtains and stains, rust, dents and punched-holes finally buffed out of the architecture. These kinds of establishments could almost pass for respectful, or at least, more comforting in it’s accommodations to not only it’s patrons, but workers as well.

There’s no short supply here, but you are desperately seeking, nonetheless.

“You here to rent out another one of my rooms for you and your man?” Your old employer asks, pausing before raising a brow and a hand, gesturing politely to the stylish, gold-trimmed coat over your shoulders. Adding dryly, but not unappreciatively, due to ‘anonymous’ donations over the last several months, “Your highness?”

“No,” You say simply, not touching your cup, and tugging the coat, fashioned to pair with that of your beloved, tighter around you. There could’ve been a million-places for your confessional, but you found yourself here, the second-most familiar place to you, and find your tongue loose enough to let the news slip out. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Your ex-boss raises a brow, looking wholly unsurprised, and then raises her cup in toast.

“Or well…” A pause, as you again swirl the cup and look down at it between your gloved hands. “I… want to be. I didn’t… well, you know how it is,” You add, glancing up slightly to your ex-employer. “Ladies in this employment tend to not to want distractions like that.” An understanding hum and nod, before the brothelkeep points out, not unkindly, “But you’re not a lady in this kind of business anymore, you know.”

Tapping your nails on the china, you feel your chin bob once in thought.

“Do you not think he’d give it to you if he asked?” You have to snort and agree with the disbelief in the brothelkeeps tone. Public displays are not quite Silco’s thing, but there isn’t a doubt in the Undercity’s mind about who you are to him, and that he would give you the world on a silver-platter if you only asked. “He’s a busy man, though,” You point out, the source of your hesitance, but she only snorts in disbelief.

“Too busy for baby-making?”

“You know what I mean...”

“Girl.” It’s been over a year since you heard that specific tone, but your mouth slips closed on reflex. Reflex that makes you scowl at yourself for, but it relaxes after she speaks. “You went and became the luckiest whore in existance, when you went and found yourself a man that would do anything for you. I know it, you know it… and if you want something, especially something he’ll also like, he’s gonna give it to you.”

A beat, then she pushes just a little more as she raises her tea to her lips. “And if he seems hesitant… all you gotta do is remind him it’s gonna be yours, as much as it would be his. That ought to be enough for him to start considering it.” She meant it as a tease, you knew, but some part of you once more flared with warmth at the thought.

Yours, and Silcos.

Placing the untouched tea down, you smiled warmly at your ex-employer. “Thank you for the sage advice. And don’t ever refer to me as a whore again, because, as you said,” You stood smoothly, running your fingers down the gold of your coat. “I’m not in that sort of business anymore. If you would like to remain in this business, I suggest you’ll remember to keep my name out of your mouth… Take care.”

Still with a smile on your face, you swept with a high-held stride from your old brothal, pausing to glance at the crooked-nosed girl who avoided your eyes as you quietly assured her in your own private joke before returning outside, “Best five seconds i’ve ever spent…”

“Beloved?” You smoothed down any invisible wrinkles as you walked into the office. So used to the sound, Silco didn’t even glance up at the sound of you locking the door, nor did he look from his paperwork at your endearment. A small smile tilted his lips regardless, especially when you said it in a softly pitched tone, drawing out the sound like honey, “Beloved…”

The sound was too sweet for him to ignore. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that tone indicates that you want something.” “Mmhm,” You hummed, dropping the coat carefully on the couch as you clasped your hands behind you, slowly slinking over to his desk. As soon as you came within reaching-distance of the dark-wooded surface, you let one hand reach out to trail lines along the edge, slowly but surely making their way over to catch his arm resting on the table.

The faint smirk on his face widened, and even though his free hand didn’t stop it’s movements over the paper, Silco turned his hand so that you could slide your fingers between his. Holding hands with him for a minute on the table, you felt your own little smile playing on your lips.

This was intimacy in it’s truest form. It wasn’t a race to a new height of pleasure, but it was a moment of peace and contentment that only you could provide for him, and he for you.

It was intimate, and loving.

But beneath that, he knew you too-well, and glanced at you out of the corner of his mortal cyan eye. “Are you being sweet to be sweet, or to try and sway me before you’ve even asked?”

“Can I not do both?”

Your innocent question made him scoff, though it faded into a hum as you leaned down, pressing your lips to his unmarred cheek. Holding your mouth there for a moment, you murmured his name softly against his skin until his brow raised in acknowledgment.

“Silco,” You repeated lovingly. “I want you to fuck me tonight until your baby is inside me.”

Silence.

Then, the pen is calmly placed down, horizontally, over the uncompleted finance paperwork in regards to their last recent Noxian shipment. It wasn’t due for the following week, something which he seemed to silently note before he finally responded to your request.

“Hm?”

Rolling his eyes - you know he heard you - you simply elaborated, “I want you to fill me up inside until I’m carrying your child.” There was only a brief pause, and still no reaction from him before you continued, “Silco, I want this. I want you to come inside me, until you’ve put your baby in me - your legacy.” Dropping your voice as you turned, you could feel the almost imperceptible shiver of his skin as you breathed silently against his ear. “Your heir, Silco. I want it, the one thing thats wholly, undeniably and utterly yours... and mine.”

Suddenly, you’re aware of his blunt nails digging into your skin, with how tightly he’s clenching your hand in his. It’ll surely leave marks later.

Regardless, you continue, brushing the shell of his ear with your lips at your murmured words, “It would be yours and mine, Silco. Our child… right here.” Pulling at his hand, you managed to wrench yourself free but only to lock around his hand, and placing it flat at the bottom of your abdomen.

His hand is still while his palm flush against your body, but you could see a rapid rise and fall of his shoulders as quiet, labored breathing sounded. You didn’t have to see his face to know his duo-colored eyes are locked on where his hand is. “I want you inside me, Beloved. Again, and again, and again, until there’s something in there…”

Silco has never been able to truly deny you anything.

Still, he hasn’t said a word, and so you nip at the lobe of his ear to try and truly persuade him to indulge in such a fantasy, as you whisper, “Our flawless little prince or princess.”

For a moment, there is silence.

Than the world moves incredible fast, with his hand snapping up from where it rests at your stomach, to grab your chin in his fingers and palm. His free hand shoves himself from his desk and out of his shair, and Silco is now ramrod-straight, standing before and over you.

His eyes, one burning blue-green and the other a fiery red in depths of black, are not on your face, though.

They are both locked on where he’s placed his own free hand, resting it almost tenderly over your belly. It’s in deep contrast to his hoarse words, “I’m only going to ask you this once. Because after that, depending on your answer, I do not plan to be stopping, until I give you exactly what you want.” Breath hitching, Silco’s eyes snap back up to yours as he breaths out, “Are you sure?”

Your breath hitches again, and your chin manages to nod once, with wanting, in his grasp, at the same time your palm covers his own over your abdomen.

Again, the world moves impossibly fast after that.

You’re aware of his lips crashing to yours, teeth clashing almost painfully together as he works to begin devouring your mouth. Abandoning your chin, Silco’s hands move to reach beneath you and grip beneath your thighs, some untapped strength taking over his body as he lifts you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist before you crash to the floor, as he’s already striding away from his desk.

Silco doesn’t say a word, but you know he would not be returning to his paperwork for the remainder of the day.

A door slams open. Then you are landing and bouncing onto the bed, before you’re kept in place with his body pressing over yours, one hand releasing you to almost frantically yank and pull at the layers dividing the already slim-space between you.

“You are incredible,” The words are loving but are said in a snarl that go along with the sounds of your clothes halfway to literally being ripped off your body in his haste to get them off. “My Gods, you have no idea-… You’re wet already?”

The choked sound of his disbelieving laugh blending with his growl, brings a rare flush to your cheeks. You have little to be embarrassed about, but you still find yourself breathless as his fingers hook on your panties to tug them down, casting them somewhere forgotten in the room, “W-well… the idea of you fucking me with a…. purpose behind it, is a rather enticing thought, my love.”

“Purpose?”

Another laugh, undercutted by a muted groan as he smooths his hands up your thighs, spreading legs wide while you finally work your hands to go at your shirt. Only a glance is given as your chest is exposed to the air, before his mixed-colored attention is returned to your cunt as his thumbs pry open your slicked skin.

A beat, then he’s fumbling with the quadrant of buttons at the front of his pants, which are already tented. “I suppose i’ve always had some sort of aspirations with you, darling. Making you forget every other before me, getting you to want me as much as I have greatly wanted you… ” He muses, letting out a hum as he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in quick, but long moments around an already fully-hard cock as his hand moves further up. “But this is a new kind of goal we’re working towards here…”

“Don’t play coy,” You murmur, palm sliding up the contours of your body before cupping your own breast, rolling a stiffening peak between thumb and forefinger. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked…”

Breath catches off when his hand rests just above your mound, thumb strumming the tip of your slit while he pressed down lightly on the lowest part of your abdomen. “I’ve considered it,” Silco admits, pausing to gather pre-cum with his thumb before smearing it along his length as he watches you. “Hard not to, consitering how often I leave you soaked, leaking onto sheets… the idea grew on me, and clearly, it’s taken root in you as well.”

It’s clear he’s hoping for something-else to take root, human-eye just as dark, and glinting with something almost feral as he shifts forward, the head of his cock rubbing pointedly between your lips. “Marking you has always been my intent. Being visible for all the world to see,” He murmurs, looking wild even with most of his clothes still on. “But I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle letting them all see you, round with our child.”

Our.

A single word, that makes warmth flood you in places where the fire inside hasn’t reached. The fire returns with a vengeance though, as you feel him slide into you in a single movement. Not an unfamiliar sensation, but the pure proprietorial look in his eye, combined with his palm pressing down, perhaps even feeling himself from within, as his eyes glint with pride as he makes you cry out in pure desire at the sensation.

“Mine and yours, lovely,” Silco reminds you in a strained voice, bracing his free hand at your side as he leans over your body, hips already beginning to set a fast pace the moment you got used to his slow thrusts. “Is that what you want? Because I know that I want that… the undeniable proof of us.”

“Yes,” You breathe, letting out another choked cry as he pulls out entirely, leaving just the tip before slamming himself back into you. “Fuck, Silco…!”

“That’s it, darling, that’s it…” The coo only sounds like a snarl as he nearly falls atop you at the tightening around him, felt beneath his hand and around his length. Errant dark and grey-streaks falling over his face as he pants. “Look at you, taking it all so well… oh, but you’ll need to take much more than that…”

“All of it,” You plead, toe-curling pleasure already sparking up your spine as Silco’s year-plus expertise in your body, assures that he strikes your g-spot with every thrust into you. “Gods, Silco, I’ll take it all, every bit-”

“Oh, I know you will,” Truly a coo, as his fingers come up to brush hair from your forehead. “You’ll take all I can give you, like the incredible, flawless woman you are… and I intend to give.” Another rough snap of his hips, pressed flush agaisnt your own as he speaks over your sudden wail of ecstasy. “Give, until it takes. Give,” One more, and Silco truly has to catch himself before he falls over your body; more enthused with impregnating you than staying upright.

“… give, until it’s done. Tonight, tomorrow, the night after… I’ll give you everything, all of it, until it takes, d-darling…” He’s cut off by your orgasm, ripping though you with an echoing moan that bounces around the room, and quickly beckons his own to erupt, spilling straight into your heat.

The fire isn’t quenched though. And this proved, not only with your delightful shiver as only a moment of shared panting passes before another slow thrust back into you is felt, but also at the promise that Silco croaks out, “I’ll give you as much as it takes, until I do, indeed fuck a baby into you.”

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Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Summary:

It's the 210th day when you suggest something.

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It’s the 210th day when you suggest something.

Once it’s out in the air, the partially-opened blue eye blinks fully-open, and Silco hums in silent question. You draw out the sound with a slow, playful tug on dark smoke-streak locks, a small smile on your lips, “Must I repeat myself, Beloved? Your hearing is usually fine.”

Perhaps it was only these times when you ask for more outlandish things, or at least out of your normal requests, that your love started to become deaf. The thought made you smile, as you cart fingers through his hair again as he stares up at you, from where his head rests on your lap.

Watching his throat bob, Silco speaks slowly, only after your nails catch and smooth back strands from his forehead, “You… want another?”

Shaking your head, you chuckle slightly despite your firm assurance, “No, never, Silco.” Cupping under his head to ease him off of your lap, soon you’re lowered above him on your elbows, gazing down at him with a loving smile and hooded eyes. Laying on his back, gazing up at you, you see his eye widen as you lean down, barely brushing your lips on the tip of your nose before you murmur your request again. You know, without a doubt, he’ll hear this one loud and clear.

“I want to watch you come undone at the touch of another, Beloved.”

A beat.

Silco is only ever giving of you, though his gaze is questioning, clearly rolling over the concept in his mind, he is only slightly slow when he gives in.

“Who… did you have in mind?”

A smile, as you pull back to gaze down at him. “Oh, don’t worry,” You assure him adoringly as you cup the cheek full of scars. Your knuckles ache slightly at a memory, as you rove the pad of a thumb across the dips and cracks of his skin. “Her services are always quite… satisfactory.”

The idea came during one of the customary visits to your old stomping grounds. You barely recognize the place, and know you are just as much a stranger here as you traverse the halls of your old employment. Not scantily-clad, but almost buisness like as you sweep casually through the place with your old employer.

“As you can see, not a coin has gone to waste from the donations shared with our establishment,” The matron boasts, trailing a finger along the polished, gleaming wall rail that curls and coils into design. “Many thanks to the anonymous party,” She muses, throwing a wink your way.

“I imagine the anonymous benefactor appreciates the gratefulness, and the fact their coin hasn’t gone to waste,” You add, eyes flicking to watch a couple - one masked, the other obviously a worker of the brothal, glide eagerly from the hallway and into one of the rooms.

Tilting your head when you watched a second Lady follow before their private room was shut, the matron slid up to you to comment, “Fourth today… more gold comes in, more goes out and eventually-” “Finds it’s way back,” Echoing the familiar sentiment, you glace over your shoulder to raise a brow.

“Double-ups are popular, then?”

“Oh yes, very… more with men than women, which isn’t surprising. You wouldn’t believe the face a man makes when he looks down, and sees not one set of lips, but two…” The image she painted left much to be desired, especially as she left you to go check in on a room going over-their-time.

You had done a double, only once though, as the steady stream of gold that flowed more smoothly among these businesses was much more rare in your own days of employment. It had been a job just like any other, earnings split evenly, and the customer leaving on shaky legs.

You hadn’t thought much of it. Perhaps because it felt like it was just any other job with particular, specific interests for a patron, but now that you weren’t spending your days preparing, recovering or working on the next evening on the job of a brothal-worker, you started to think about it a little bit more.

Specifically, as you sat across the desk from the matron as she ruffled though her monthly ledgers, you thought about the idea for more personal uses.

“Whose avaliable for a house-call?”

The question makes the owner blink. “Sevika needs a new regular?” A small huff of laughter escapes you, and you shake your head, clarifying, “No, for myself, madame.” You aren’t surprised when the woman pales slightly, not from the subject of your request, but by the fact that it’s you requesting it.

You, who are very well-known as the lady of the Eye, Queen of the Undercity, and the last lady that had been mentioned by the mouth of a new Chem-Baron, shortly before he lost half of it.

“I know what I’m doing, thank you. You said yourself, he would do anything for me.”

“But let you have fun fucking anything for cheap coin?” Self-preservation is making her hiss sound strained, which she quickly calms when you glower cooly.

“I said the arrangement was for me,” You say slowly. “I never said the fucking was for myself as well.”

Eyes widened slightly, and at that moment the crooked-nosed worker slipped in, a complaint about some client or another on her lips dying at the sight of you. “Ah… you,” She said flatly, at least attempting to be civil by giving a respectful dip of her chin when you smoothly stood from your seat.

Surveying her, you remembered her well. She’d cost you your job, leaving your fate uncertain for several hours before Silco made his long-lasting, more-than-buisness intentions clear. Her features, especially with a crooked beak, were not similar to yours, but there was an obvious similarity in body-type and coloring.

At the initial meeting, before it was love between you and him, when Silco had to pick his choosing of women, she had been second-place. The runner-up, in a sense, while you had been the prize of his choosing, that soon became so, so much more…

No, you weren’t that much alike at all, especially not in station anymore.

Still, you found yourself smiling as you clasped your hands behind you, the grin toying at your lips almost friendly. You may not be alike, not even friends… but buisness was buisness, and you both knew how to be professional. And, when you were once co-workers, you could remember she was very good at the profession.

“How would you like to have a taste,” You began slowly as you stepped in front of her, and you saw some of her dislike of you melt into curiosity. “… of what you missed out on, being second-place?”

A taste, indeed.

Tongues don’t technically touch, but in the moments where her mouth brushes against yours, you can’t help but press a bit tighter, humming. You ignore the fact that it’s her, or the fact that it’s another being entirely - instead wholly focused on the smear of pre-cum that coats her lips, and in turn, stains over yours whenever you get close enough for your mouths to touch.

A hitched-breath sounds, and you open your eyes, gazing up at Silco. Resting on a shaky elbow on the armrest, nails biting into the head of the couch, Silco is staring only at you, though there is two gathered between his legs. You smile around your tongue, which flicks out to delicately trace a pulsating vein of his cock as you hold his gaze.

Your ex-coworker only needs to glance over at the sensation that makes the Eye of Zaun go stock-still, before she mimics the same action on the other side of his length, and a groan erupts from his mouth, sounding suspiciously like a drawn-out curse at the twin sensation of tongues.

When Silco walked into the room, he had taken a moment to simply stare at the second woman occupying his couch, before turning to look at your smile as you sat beside her, before you politely asked if his schedule was full for the evening.

If it had been, you hoped the locked office door was enough of a message for his late-night meetings to reschedule.

Drawing your lips along his length, the other takes the hint and backs off, letting you take your lovers cock deep into your mouth and between your teeth. Your name, yours alone, sounded from above you, ending in an almost whiny pitch when you lifted your mouth up again as soon as your nose brushed against his pelvis.

Your lover was quick to stifle the whine, remembering his audience. Fully ignoring the other party, you gestured for her to take your place as you maneuvered off the couch, and glided around until you stood behind the armrest your Beloved reclined against.

“Do you like this, beloved?”

His skin visibly prickled as you breathed past his ear, from the sensation of air blowing past, your hands coiling over his shoulders to trace nails along his chest, and the other woman’s mouth returning to his length. “Oh, I know I do, I so rarely get a chance to chat when it’s my mouth working your cock…”

Nuzzling the dark hair at the base of his neck, your nails caught and dragged on the plates of his abdomen. You felt his body jerk with a sharp inhale at the sensation, and at lips wrapping around his head with a rather theatrical moan of appreciation. “Picturing me there?” You cooed, lifting your own lips to nibble at a ear-lobe, pitching it gently between your teeth as you purred, “Close your eye. Picture it.”

“Me, between your legs. My arms, around you. My voice in your ear, my mouth, dragging you to pleasure… picture it, Silco. Me, surrounding every part of you…”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly at this point, both from the slow, but hearty ministrations of a mouth engulfing, tongue swirling around him while you lovingly purred. Releasing his ear to lay kisses on his neck and collar, you groaned into his skin, “Even without me, you look incredible… beautiful, flawless, Beloved…”

The word that had first spiraled your relationship from buisness to love was quickly spiraling Silco to his climax, evidenced with how his hips snapped up deep into the warmth around him, which you imagined he was indeed picturing you instead of the nameless woman. You whispered it again, moaning out his name as you watched nails dig into his thighs for purchase, the woman purring around him as she bobbed her head in the motions she’d seen you do, once, twice…

“Cum to the thought of me there instead, Beloved,” You urged, locking arms around him from behind in an almost-embrace as he head fell back onto your shoulder, a shuddering groan escaping him as he climaxed, clear signs of it dribbling out from between lips as the deepthroated-bobbing contiuined unabated.

There was no jealousy, for this was simply buisness - only fascination as you saw muscles tense, ripple beneath skin. Hips thrusting up further to catch every sensation as the Eye of Zaun rode the waves of release…

Not that there was anything better than being the one to bring them there, of course. But this sight, the change in perspective, was something you simply couldn’t look away from, the rawness of orgasm seeming to shoot though every nerve of his body. Oh, yes, you wished nothing more than to be the one to do it. But you couldn’t deny that simply being the audience to it was making you anything less than soaked.

Fingers trickled up and carted through his sweaty dark-strands as her motions finally slowed. Your eyes lifted to lock onto her face when she started to rise off of him. “If you swallow a drop, I’ll slit your throat,” You murmured to her huskily, causing Silco to jerk in your hold with either surprise, or laughter at the note of possessiveness in your lustful tone. “Spit it out.”

Pressing a kiss atop his head, your touch is gentle as you slide from his hold and step over, grabbing a bin and a velvet, clinking bag. Soon holding out both to the woman, who looks a bit ridiculous with her cheeks puffed out, you smile. “Double, as agreed on. Feel free to grab a drink from downstairs on your way out, and don’t presume you’ll ever get this opportunity again.”

You fully ignore the glint of disappointment, jealousy in her eyes as she grabs the bag from you, and once her mouth is clear, mutters a thank-you before taking her exit. Not bothering to watch her go out the door, you turn and immediately lower yourself down to kiss a still-panting Silco deeply, groaning when his tongue immediately invades your mouth with eager enthusiasm.

Soon, you’re breathing just as heavily as him, but pull back to manage out, “You were gorgeous, my love.” You rub your hand along his thigh, murmuring against his lips when his palm comes up to pull your mouth back to his. “Flawless, perfect, and you didn’t even need me there to look so…”

“I did,” Silco admits, nipping at your lips and seeming to inhale the sound you make from the action. “You were correct, darling… picturing you, at every corner, making every move, every action, every sound and word, was simply…”

You blink, and have to pull back to stare at his hazed over eyes.

Silco is… speechless.

You never thought such an event possible, yet here he was, indeed doing just that. The jealously still doesn’t come, for two palms come up to either side of your face, pulling it back for his mouth to lay claim to to your own. Groaning into his mouth, he’s quick to bring you back to breathlessness, which breaks into a sudden, sharp inhale from his mouth when you feel a limp arm gaining strength, and soon wrapping around your middle to tug your nude body close.

“As much as I like having you everywhere else, dear,” He breathes, a thin line of saliva connecting you to him as he eases himself into a sitting-up position,, soon tugging you in between his opened legs, and making you gasp as his slicked cock soon rubs between your dripping thighs, nudging against your lips and bumping his head to your clit. “I like being inside you so, so much more.”

“I’d l-like that too, my love,” You murmur, as if it needs saying, and with a grin that snaps the line connecting your mouths, Silco soon fits himself exactly where he enjoys the most. In you, with you, and as always, only you.

Any other, was just business

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Zkyfall on Chapter 1 Fri 28 Jan 2022 01:21AM UTC

It's called flawless because the writing is utterly flawless right? ;)
Thank you for writing this, love seeing Silco get exactly what he deserves... compliments and kisses.

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AmLoy on Chapter 1 Fri 28 Jan 2022 02:18AM UTC

Your writing is flawless!

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Evelynda on Chapter 1 Fri 20 Dec 2024 07:45PM UTC

BOMBOMSHAKALAKAA🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥
ITS SO CHARMING

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Archvenus25 (Guest) on Chapter 1 Tue 07 Jan 2025 06:51AM UTC

I wasn’t Even ready for this; loved it, thank you for writing! Just what I wanted— an intense sexy short. The lover is brilliant, it’s honestly an excellent idea to rent the room! Also the pacing is perfect. I REALLY want to go home with them and see how that would go lol 😂

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ArchVenus25 on Chapter 3 Wed 23 Jul 2025 04:14PM UTC

This though "...panting in the slim, shared air between you two..." the intimacy you create is luxurious

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Sweatandwoe on Chapter 4 Sun 06 Mar 2022 12:38AM UTC

Nonstop clapping, nonstop enjoying. God this is so beautiful and re-reading it, still makes me cry. Gal is an amazing author <3

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imthecopykat on Chapter 4 Fri 11 Mar 2022 02:15AM UTC

I don't what is shaking more after this chapter, my legs or my heart, probably both
I'm so obsessed with the way you write about Silco and the Reader, and I can't wait to see how you gonna write her as the new Queen of Zaun, especially after this chapter.
Loved the chapter, can't wait for the next one

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ArchVenus25 on Chapter 4 Wed 23 Jul 2025 05:16PM UTC

What a phrase! "...a man who stares death in the eye everytime he looks in a mirror..."
I touched my hand to my heart, arrested

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