When Worlds Collide- Nyx x oc (Archeron)

4 + 5 = miniscule spice🌶️

by spice i mean more like sexy dirty talk, but that gets me going so if it gets you then imma label this a tad spicy jus incase

as a reader myself, i wouldve wanted to know lol

anyways, here you are my luvs

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Madelaine

I stick my tongue out at him and keep a blank expression. "Try not to sound so demanding next time. Kinda turns me on and I would hate to have hate sex in front of your poor sister."

Artemis squeaks out a sorry and quite literally scurries away, by winnowing.

Nyx's gorgeous purple eyes go almost black. It would be upgraded to super-hate sex then. He looks really fucking pissed.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, and I notice the way his cheeks grow darker with color from his anger, and or lust, and the way it brings out some freckles bridging his nose and cheeks.

"Are you going to talk or can I have an actual functioning utensil to eat my food with?" I deadpan.

He clears his throat and seems like he's hyping himself up. "Okay. So, you know how you are going to, how do I put this–"

"Explode." Somehow I know what he's trying to say. Great, I'm psychic now.

"Yes. You will explode if you use your powers essentially."

"Correct."

"And Amren said that you need someone to help, to act as a conduit for you that can handle your power."

"Right again. Thanks for informing me."

He scowls for a second and his expression goes back to one of discomfort. "Well, I was thinking I could–"

"No." I glare at him.

Come on, female. Give me a bloody chance to explain.

I bat my arms around like theirs flies at the intrusion.

    You and I are not mating. Discussion ended.

Nyx smirks devilishly. Now darling, be careful how you boss me around. I quite like it. And as you already said: no hate sex. He drawls–practically purrs-into my mind.

Jesus fuck. What in the book boyfriend was that shit he just pulled.

    Just trying to please the masses.

I groan in frustration and use the back of my palm to smack him on the head. "Bad dog." I mock.

"Son of a bitch, Mads! What the hell was that?" He rubs his head.

I scoff. "Like that hurt, crybaby. We all know I'm a bag of bones right now, best not to play ignorant."

"No, that legitimately hurt Madelaine." He looks at me with concern.

Ah fuck. He used my name. Why does a guy just simply using my name give me butterflies? Next he'll touch my hair and cream. Maybe my wings next. My and Artemis figured out last night that our wings were off limits, she said hers were too sensitive, so we played with mine and came to that conclusion as well. Turns out you have to hit this spot right...

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Nyx

...and I fucking combust. You just have to get deep in the grooves for some reason. Not like it was with her wings, where the talons, ridges, and connecting points to the spine were the most sensitive. Though my connecting points to my spine were sensitive too, since the feathers weren't covering that area, it was just a thick cartilage-ish piece that had a shit ton of sex nerves.

I wonder if Nyx's are as sensitive. And they already talked about wingspan stuff. Now I'm wondering how large his dick–

Madelaine, you little whore. Woman up girl.

I would never tell him his penis was large. I like the idea that he has a small dick too much.

I groan inwardly and try not to let the smell of my desire fill the air. The things I would do to her are filling my head way too rapidly for comfort. I want her all sprawled out, her back arching as it touches the cold, smooth counter. Breasts I could fit in my mouth if I wanted too. My tongue on her clit. Inside of her. Bringing her to pleasure over and over again. I take a deep breath through my nose and inhale the smell of lust in the air.

My vision clouds with more desire and I lose it.

"Free. That's what you want to be right?" I start saying.

"Yes, I suppose so," she says after a bit of contemplation.

I smile sadly. "I know what that's like. Right now there's a big burden on your shoulders. The weight of death bringing you down. I can give you an out, to be free." I look her in the eyes. "Would you want that?"

"Of course." She chuckles softly. "Now, how can you give it to me?"

She snorts suddenly before I can think of a way to phrase it and I reach into her mind, what's she amused by? I need to know so I can be the one causing her joy.

    That sounded like a sex joke. Or am I just crazy.

Her thoughts are a mess. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her playful immaturity.

"Can I have a bite of your food first, I'm kind of hungry." I speak casually, hoping my eagerness doesn't leak out.

She shoves the bowl in my direction. "Eat all you want, I'm not even hungry." Just had the urge to stress eat. She adds in her mind.

I stare down at the bowl. This has to be a fever dream. I found my mate. She's telling me to eat. She's giving me food. A dark part of my mind is telling me different thoughts: She wouldn't be if she knew what it meant. Don't trick yourself. She doesn't actually want you.

"Alright Madelaine. What would you be willing to do for freedom?" I ask tentatively, eyeing the bowl and grabbing the fork, lightly spinning it in the mixture.

She shrugs. "Anything probably, even my life, as long as it doesn't trap me further."

Could I be trapping her though? No. I wouldn't be like that. She could have complete freedom with me.

"I can give you complete and utter freedom Madelaine. I promise it." I put my hand in the thick distance between us, waiting for her to shake it.

She looks at my outstretched hand cautiously. "Aight."

She shakes it. I feel a slight tingling sensation under my belt, and it goes straight to my dick. Never heard of a tattoo there, but there's a first for everything, such as beautiful angels falling out of the sky from a different world. She squirms in her seat, awkwardly crossing and uncrossing her legs. Guess she got one there too.

I close my eyes for a moment, preparing myself to free my mate from death, and then let her go just as quickly. Then, I devour that oatmeal.

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rip that oatmeal ayyyy, am I right or am i right, nyx?

anyways here is your lovely chapter my lovely people.

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aight, im done ranting

love you weirdos! (and pls comment ina couple days or something to remind me to upload 😭cuz my ass is gonna forget) (sorry)