[ONESHOT/ Scaraether] Become Me.

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Another choked sob escaped aethers throat.

Scaramouche had pushed his cock down aethers throat, as though it was second nature to him, while aether felt as if there were knives scraping the back of his throat.

He felt it slide,easily due to the saliva, and pre-cum that had mixed in his mouth creating a sour taste.

Although aether was trembling, with tears, and snot covering his face. With his reddened knuckles tightened at scaramouches pants. Begging through his whimpers that could barely be heard through his gargle in the back of his mouth.

Scaramouche had liked this vulnerable scene in front of him, seeing aether as if he were a wounded puppy. He felt as if he had all the power in the world, he could rule the world with this dog by his side.

But first. He would have to conquer aether, his beloved.

And so

He did

Grabbing aether by his braid and forcing him to meet scaramouche's glaring eyes. He smashed his lips into aethers, creating small groans and moans between one another.

Aether peaking through his blond lashes, pushed at scaramouche continuously. Scaramouche unbothered, flipped aether around, with his fingernails creased into aethers ass.

He slammed into aether, making him grip and tear at the sheets below him, aether wasn't sure if he was moaning or crying.

Tears had spread from aethers eyes to the bed below him, while scaramouche had continously thrusted into aether ass that was spilling out scaramouches cum covering his ass cheeks.

"Bear my child." scaramouche had demanded knowing aether could do nothing but be his sex toy.

Aether had felt a cry bubble up in his throat, he could do nothing more for scaramouche then be his cum dump. Staying silent was the best at these times, if he had denied the power of him, he would murder aether. Because the thought of not getting what he had wanted terrified him.

Another thrust had made aether arch his back, hoping and praying to the gods would stop him, but no. Scaramouche would keep filling up aethers ass hoping his eggs would impregnate him,

The sloops and slurps filled the room. Each thrust had made aether cry out, slobber sweat running down his face, making his bangs stick to his forehead, as he rolled his eyes back during his climax.

However this had been far from the end, because as scaramouches thrust became more mixed in with aethers moans, he had grabbed the everything he could to stable himself, his hole getting filled deeper, harder, and rougher then before.

Aethers eyes became bloodshot, and glinted due to the tears waterfalling out of his golden eyes, his nipples kept rubbing onto the cotton sheets after getting thrusted in and in by scaramouches dick

He couldn't help but moan out the devils name, and want him all in him desperately, hitting spots aethers fingers couldn't even reach.

Aether felt as if Scaramouche was exploring him and wiggling himself between crevices, that made aethers back arch, and cry out scaramouches name cursing him to the devils below.

Scaramouche turned aether over to meet his dead indigo eyes staring straight at him, his forehead sticky with sweat.

Aether had felt presented to him, with pale spotless skin waiting to be marked red and purple, and disheveled hair spread around his head as if it were a halo, aether was gifted to him like an archon.

And scaramouche didn't like that

Running his hand up and down aethers cock, slowly and precisely tortured aether, continously opening his mouth for more.

And then giving wet, harsh bites against anything his mouth could reach, leaving his mark as if he owned aether. Same aether did but rather he dug his fingernails into scaramouche's arms and clawed at his back in ecstasy.

Scaramouche teased aethers body as much as he could, with purple fingernails piercing and twisting aethers nipples, while he had made bruises and hickies, coloring aethers gentle body. Then an idea popped into scaramouche's head

He had grabbed the knife he carried around with him everywhere and decided, if he couldn't make aether mine,

he'd carve his name out.

Scaramouche grabbed aethers thigh and slowly pulled out while spreading aether legs, bringing his perfectly sculpted face towards a space above aethers cock.

Aether noticing this, slowly got up due to his back being blown out, and scooted back tirelessly, while yelling protests against what scaramouche would do. He didnt know if feared or loved scaramouche.

But nothing stopped Scaramouche, unless it was tsaritsa herself.

So he continued to carve his name out, puncturing aethers pale skin, blood dribbing and coming to life with every cut he made.

Soon the bloody cuts and bruised skin would soon be named scaramouche, the owner of aether and the sixth fatui harbinger.

Aether should have felt bestowed at this gift scaramouche gave him, because not only would he ruin aethers life but he would do everything in his power to make aether his.

Aethers crys and tears, contributed to this name. He pulled pillows to his scaramouche and banged his fists on his head to get him off.

But nothing made scaramouche budge, when he had the passion to do something, he would do it no matter what it took. Including aethers life

Once scaramouche was done, he looked at the masterpiece carved out on aethers abdomen,in that moment he felt above the world and felt as if he controlled everything,

He felt as if nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. And this was proof of it. He loved it so he snuggled against aether, hugging his small waist as he painted his face red with aethers sweet sweet blood, he slid his wet tongue over the cut. Savoring every bit of blood that poured out

He bit and nipped at the cut but soon came to just enjoying the taste of aether, his beloved. Because not only did he felt bonded drinking aethers blood but scarmouche became his.

He owned aether, and with him, he could rule the world.

AUTHORS NOTE:
this is like my first ever fanfic, and I'm was pretty passionate about it. I havent edited it yet and I don't think I will, but either way I hoped you liked it ^^.