The 12th Fatui Harbinger

Sincerity (M)

*Warning* Angst, abusive relationships and minor references to explicit kinky content and gore. 

Ayato didn't know what just happened. One moment he was fighting away assassins to protect the love of his life and the next she was suddenly in a white dress, walking down the aisle with another man as he gazed at her from afar. Why of course, his ex was beautiful as always. Her lovely pink hair had been swept up into an elegant bun, and a tiara with brilliant diamonds crowned the top of her head. Her aquamarine orbs gleamed like tropical waters amidst the backdrop of a summer sunset as they formed perfect half moon eyes as she smiled lovingly at the man next to her at the altar. Ayato had never seen her smile like that before. And it was even more heart wrenching that he simply wasn't the man next to her. 

A strong alluring scent awoke him from his hallucination. His eyes reopened, ready to continue the fight--- only to find a terrified Yuria with tears in her eyes as she banged on the door with her tiny fists.  

"Yuria...? What happened?" Ayato asked as he sniffled. "What's that...smell?" As soon as he took a whiff, he felt his member harden in his pants. The scent was absolutely intoxicating. While there had been plenty of women who drugged him before with an aphrodisiac in the hopes of bearing his child, it was the first time had come across one this potent. Ayato assumed he lost the fight and the two of them had somehow been captured, and his enemies wanted to see him go crazy in confinement. Ayato grunted as he tried to control his growing desires. Each breath of air he took was poison. He knew very well the trauma his ex had just gone through, yet his senses went haywire, begging him to take her right then and there with each breath. 

Yuria whimpered as she looked upon his growing boner in horror. "S-stay away from me." She tried to use her vision to see if she could somehow form a wall to separate them, but it was no use. Despite her mother's fox bead, Shidare was also a powerful millennia old kitsune. He must have done something to boost her enchantment ability before locking the two of them in his dominion. 

Ayato nodded as he rapidly blinked down in confusion at his dick. It was throbbing with pain and it felt like it was going to burst open without sex. Ayato wanted to fuck Yuria so bad. He clenched the bedsheets in an effort to control himself from going over there right now. Ayato knew she would never consent with the way things are, and he refused to stoop to the level of the men yesterday. He took deep breaths. Ayato didn't know what came over him, but his mind was on an absolute rampage. It collaged the very best of their sex life together, highlighting how... irresistible his ex was. God, Yuria looked so beautiful when he took her virginity. He kissed her tears away as he relished in the sensation of being inside her-- a sense of pride blooming in his chest as he deflowered a woman this fine. His mind then fast forwarded to that one time when she had given him a blowjob under the table during a tri-commission meeting. Yuria looked so hot as she innocently took his dick into her mouth, sucking him like a lollipop. Or the one time she wore a maid outfit for his birthday, tits bouncing wildly as she rode his dick like a pro. His ex had always been down to let him dominate her body-- and her body had been his refuge from his stressful work life. His mind relished the image of her bound in ropes as they did some naughty role play. She was a spy that had been arrested for trying to seduce him. He slapped her fine ass bright red that day. Before he knew it, Ayato's hands had already been on his shaft, masturbating to the vivid memories of when Yuria was still his. He shook himself out of it before his orgasm, zipping his pants back up and punching himself. HARD. 

Yuria looked at him as if he went absolutely crazy. And to her defense, he sort of had. Ayato groaned as he put a pillow to his face, trying to block out the scent in the air. "Did they drug you too?" He asked. 

Yuria didn't know how to tell him she was the source of the problem. "No." She winced. 

Ayato just remembered the many times he would just try to fuck her mid-argument. As the the heir to the Kamisato clan, he hadn't been used to listening, much less someone questioning him. He was much younger and more impulsive back then. When he had no way to win against Yuria's sharp tongue, he would just shut her up by leading her to bed. "We didn't have a very healthy relationship... did we?" Ayato asked hesitantly.