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Sprawled over the edge of the bed with your back arched and rear arched for attention, a subtle flicker of delirium numbed your senses the moment Sylus's hands slither around your throat. "May I?" His voice. His darned voice is as deep and addictive as it'll ever be. The buds of his fingers stroked small, soft circles into the skin at your throat, never daring further than their intended target. Never installing the fear of hazardous choking. But his request was clear: he wanted to make use of his hands to test the waters. Such a wonderful man gifting an equally pleasant experience. Who were you to refuse the necklace?

"Will you be gentle?"

He briefly averted his eye contact. His gaze fell to the bed as he released a tender chuckle before responding, "As gentle as a feather." With confirmation, Sylus applied a tolerable pressure to the sides of your throat. "Remember," he quickly added, "you have plenty of alternative methods to express your discomfort to me."

Raising your head with the side of his knuckles, Sylus made sure to close the distance between the two of you before he whispered, "Don't fall silent to any displeasure," he leaned back, resuming his voice to its regular level and before he added a glint of mischief to his tone, "or pleasure, for that matter." With that, Sylus's free hand returned to your waist for the glorious freedom of exploration. He adored the skin-on-skin contact and craved you more than anything. The burden of holding himself back had never become more of a struggle till that moment; his eyes followed your every crevice, drinking in its toxic chemicals as you fuelled his head with malicious thoughts. 

Once Sylus was certain that the grip on your throat was comfortable yet empowering enough, his fingers slithered lower and lower, soaking in the feel of your body with lust clouding his vision. There, his fingers steadily kneaded your ass, squeezing the plump flesh curiously in his fingers before ending his playful amusements with a light swat against your skin. The sudden contrast in tender and harsh attention caused your body to shiver meticulously. Sylus was not ignorant to the fast growing moisture between your legs.

As soon as he took notice of the arousal leaking from your core, he breathed a soft sigh of endearment to mark the occasion of his success. Sylus swiped a single finger to gather your fluids in one place and found himself intrigued by your subtleties. The way your body jittered with every miniscule action reminded him of a timid little cat. The goosebumps left in the wake of Sylus's fingers from earlier had blessed him with a confidently smug expression unbeknownst to you. The way your hairs stood to attention from the chilling thought of such a man having his way - having your consent - with your body, like a cat spiking its fur amidst a stage of fear or intimidation.

"I barely touched you, and you're already this drenched, kitten?" Gods. Unaware and uncaring whether you liked this pet name or not, Sylus deemed it necessary to express. The arch which your back offered was mesmerising. Your ass unknowingly pressed against Sylus's abdomen as if it had a mind of its own. Demanding his touch and attention. Starved of his touch and attention.
"You're teasing," you voiced your analysis in an attempted matter-of-factly tone. However, Sylus enjoyed the pitiful display before him. He sensed the impending impatience that had risen from your body, the desperation and desire not much further behind his own.
"Teasing, playing around, petting; aren't these all things to try when there's an adorable little kitten before you?" When you turned your head slightly to offer your distaste for his actions, Sylus conceded with a huff. "Alright, if you insist."

Immediately, Sylus pushed a single digit between your folds, pausing at his knuckles. He remained there unmoving until he could accurately gauge your reaction. You hadn't expected him to dive so deep with his finger alone and certainly didn't expect him to be this... considerate of your needs. The leader of Onychinus was a man of mysteries.