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Evie.
Returning The Villain to Massacre Manor after a very successful rescue made Evie Sage very happy. Knowing her friends, the treasured family she collected, were safe and warm cleaned her brain of all nightmares. Smelling the battle-sweat and dungeon funk off The Villain's back shouldn't constrict the muscles below Evie's stomach was inappropriate in the workplace. Evie imagined that would be the least insulting words Becky of HR would tell Evie, if she could read thoughts, but those glasses couldn't see into Evie's brain.
Massacre Manor was more than a workplace, and had been long before Evie and her little sister moved in. Evie found her one true safe place between the torture chambers and pastry filled breakroom. Despite the warts on her soul and shoes dripping from her mouth, Evie was accepted in the villainous headquarters. The best people, and creatures, she ever met were sheltered in its walls. The kindest, truest and beefiest man she could ever imagined lead her into his home. Forever she planned to stay.
Gods forbid a corrupt king or natural disaster tried her. Evie curled her finger in invitation to watch them try and separate her from The Villain ever again. Her boss had relieved his most traumatic experience, and though it was only a week, that was still too long for him to suffer. Sure he made others suffer longer most days, enemies and interns, but Evie couldn't allow him to wallow in painful memory.
The terror on his face since he left the pitch imprisonment was frozen in his unblinking eyes. Evie had to thaw them calm with whatever means necessary. The most obvious first step was the simplest; talking to the man.
Evie and the Villain walked up the winding stairs. Usually she held back some steps for quick glimpses of her boss' firm and swollen thighs. That morning, he needed a real friend and not a drooling assistant. They walked side by side, her hand in the bend of his big arms. The Villain sped walked towards a waiting, warm bath and still gallantly kept pace with his two-heads-shorter assistant.
"Sir," Evie began gently.
His nearly black-brown eyes looked down at her. His eyes were red and puffy, still amazed at the torches lighting their way.
"It doesn't have to be now, or even today, but if you need to talk about... If you need to talk, I would listen." Evie told him, miraculously saying exactly what she wanted to say. Progress.
The Villain's dry eyes met hers and Evie's heart warmed. Her bones nearly hurt from the focus he had only on her. Hurt in the best way.
"Sage." The Villain said her name so carefully, like he tried to soften the gruff from his raspy voice. "I don't need a conversation today. However, I do have a request."
They were in the private hall past the residing employee's individual quarters. They were in a hop and a skip away from his personal chambers.
The young woman lit up, "I am prepared, sir, before we left, I asked Edwin to keep your favorite pastries on a low fire. I am also prepared for possibly helping with your more gruesome hobbies."
She'd do whatever she could to cheer up his sensitive soul.
The Villain kneeled down and held her long fingers in his calloused hands. "Go to bed with me, Sage."
Evie blinked, her sweet and ready-to-help smile stayed in place.
The Villain's broad shoulders trembled slightly, "I swear on everything evil or good, that I-"
Evie pulled his hair like the reigns of a horse. She kissed his beautiful, scowl-stained mouth like the walls would fall immediately if she didn't. The Villain held her head at an angle so he could press deeper into her mouth. Gently, but not slowly, The Villain picked her up bridal-style and carried her down the hall. Evie clung to his warm mouth, her tongue demanding to stay warm against his teeth. Her lady-chamber was jumping all around her pelvis, screaming Finally! Evie imagined a storm-dragon thundering, caught between her hips, roaring to escape.
Noticing the decorations of The Villain's room would've been interesting at another time. Presently Evie occupied her excited and narrowing focus to squeezing The Villain's shoulder and back muscles. They were warm marble, Evie wanted to be destroyed by his weight. She took breathes in-between now and again to stay alive. The Villain regretfully groaned as he pulled back from Evie's grinning, hungry face. He looked around her head, leaned her on one bicep (yes, she could be held on one orge-thick ripped arm) and swatted at something on the bed.
Evie heard dull thumps hit the floor. "Why do you have a million pillows on your bed? Is the pile of pillows in place of a regular bed? Aw, sir, are you living out dreams of sleeping on clouds?"
"Your mind is more mystical than a merfolk's lagoon." The Villain said, part in affectionate teasing and part in state-of-fact. Evie liked how little guessing there was with her boss. She supposed she should be thinking of his as Trystan, but it didn't come naturally to her yet. Perhaps if they became better acquainted...
The Villain gave up clearing the bed and laid Evie against the remaining goose and Pegasus-feathered blobs. The young woman's didn't mind sitting against the wall of decor he kneeled on the floor. He removed his vest as she unbuttoned the back of her dress. Evie placed a hand on his shirt, his breathe caught and she waited for his nod to continue. She untucked his shirt and dipped her hand under the garment to feel his small waist. She knew from certain shopping lists he had a thirty-two-inch waist and a sixty-six wide chest: closer to a bull or centaur's girth. Evie was sure bulls didn't wear belts but their sausage-wands would have rudely busted out by now.
"I'm here too, Sage." The Villain laughed as he huffed and placed his hand under her chin.
"Then why am I still wearing stockings?" Evie's wet lips asked. She didn't care that she was drooling, both mouths needed to be fed.
Strangely sweet, if you didn't know The Villain personally, he kept his eyes locked with hers as he carefully pulled away her stockings and heels. Evie inhaled slowly, her mind heard a choir coming from nowhere, as she pulled The Trystan known as Villain into her sopping lady-chamber. She whistled as he bashfully smiled and pressed his whole self into her and the mountain of pillows. Evie's hips bucked against him, as if saying it was too much, and Evie wanted all the muchness.
She laughed from the back of her throat and squeezed against him as they found a rhythm. The Villain dug and pounded her against the pillow mountain. Evie's back was on plush softness and her little stomach went against the beautifully roped chest. Her right hand gripped the quilt below, her hand almost hurt as her grip fought to hold on. She didn't see him, or the room, anymore as soul took over the mechanics of pleasurably rough touch. Her left hand stayed on Trysllain's face, an anchor as her body and brain were swept away in a tornado.
The Villain held a hand to her cheek, his thumb finding no problem with the bites between laughs, moans and musings.
"What's... that... Sage?" The Villain asked in blissful struggle, the other hand roam up and down her backside.
With incredible willpower, she inelegantly said, "We're... we've a... Tornado."
Evie screamed with wonder when he pressed in closer to lick her neck and stage-whisper, "Perfect fucking tornado."
"Literally." She shouted, mildly curious when her hair began to frizz and stick to the Villain's perfect jawline.
She felt The Villain unleash her storm-dragon. She slapped both hands on his neck, nails digging but not drawing blood.
"Stay hard!" Evie demanded, pushed his face into his frilly decor and crossing her wrists behind his head. She kissed around his ear and sharply hummed a suddenly-made-up tune.
The Villistan dropped his voice to the Deadlands as he whispered, "Easily."
His sausage-wand dug deeper and Evie's response was to squash her legs tighter around his bubble butt.
Evie yelped in a sharp octave and The Villain pulled back. They were still connected in flesh but some taut breeze between their chests.
"Too much?" His eyes had concern floating through the lust.
"Liked it...Not again." Evie weighed. She pinched at different sections of his torso and arms and hadn't yet found a loose spot. The Villain was tight as a drum and firm as an oak tree. A bit of softness on his face cheek but Evie kept losing her fingers to his hungry mouth.
She remembered his enemies losing fingerless hand-stubs, considered he might be a cannibal, and that wasn't a turn-off for her, but then remembered how finger-bones were used as darts in the stables. Evie's vision became bright starlight as they rocked into her exact-right spot and time. She had felt many nice waves along since the beginning but that roll nearly dehydrated her being.
Evie giggled as she shimmed down between the pillows and pulled Trystan down with her. The inner walls of her legs felt a burn and the deeper leagues of her chambers felt incredible. Evie wondered why people called fornication dirty. Sure, you became a bit musky after a while, but she felt refreshed all the way from her ears to her toes.
The air became thin underneath the beautiful beefcake and cave of stain and cotton. The Villain, the wonderfully attentive man he was, elbowed the pillows away from them. He cursed at the inanimate cubes, not unlike he did his enemies. He then sweetly asked how Evie was feeling.
The woman gave him a goofy smile and kissed him as if she wanted to suck the knowledge out of his brain. The Villain neatly sucked the right spot under her ear and asked another muffled question. The dazed Evie shrugged. The Villain raised himself up and apart from Evie. To her disagreement, but his hands caressed her neck and breasts so nicely she forgave him.
"You get ten minutes." Evie huffed, her eyes rolling as he nuzzled her collar bone.
"You are a kind overlord." The Villain said, light as ash.
Evie caught up with her breathe and let her brain regather. "Your skin is radiant like this."
The Villain's nose pressed into her palm, and he took a big inhale of her. "You. Are a genius."
"You can call me whatever you want right now." Evie stated, her fingered walked up his toned legs to cup his bubble butt.
"Evanglina." The Villain pronounced quiet as night. "The.... My....I don't have the words."
You are my entire heart, and I'll do anything and everything to make your dreams a reality, Evie considered saying. She didn't. She was dropping back to the earth and remembering they weren't a bonded pair. At best they were world-allies, work friends, maybe real friends; most accurately employer and employee. One of them had certainly earned a promotion in this quarter.