Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
Hello dear Readers,
I started to listen to some music on spotify while writing. I started with "Let the world burn" from Chris Grey and somehow a lot of songs that followed reminded me of specific chapters of my story or even inspired me. So, I would like to recommend some songs, that you could listen to while reading. I updated some of the old chapters, too.
My english did improve the last couple days. I am really proud. ^___^
This chapter is quite long. Sorry, I got carried away... you will see what I mean. ^////^
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***Music recommendation: on your knees – Ex Habit***
***Music recommendation: Dangerous Hands – Austin Giorgio***
Kittys Perspective
It's in the worst moment, that I realize that I haven't showered since I came back into the N109 Zone. I was too tired, too hungry and too thirsty to even think about that fact. But now... I feel gross. Suddenly, I feel awkward, being aware of my own scent.
Sylus notices my sudden discomfort, narrowing his red eyes in confusion, searching for an answer in my eyes. "What's wrong, Kitten?"
"I really need to shower..." I hide my face under the blanket, really embarrassed, my face turning hot. Why did Sylus not mention anything? I want to be swallowed by an earth hole right now, please. I will never be able again to look in those sexy eyes.
Suddenly, I feel how Sylus lifts me gently up including the blanket, holding me like a princess while I am still hiding my face. "I don't mind, Kitten. But if you feel uncomfortable, it would be my pleasure to clean you up. Let's take a shower..."
I hesitantly lower the blanket from my face and take a peek at his face. He smiles gently, no hint of mockery or tease in his eyes this time. He can't be serious. Can he? He does not wait for my response and carries me to the bathroom next to his bedroom. I remember that the douche has several jets that I could not use the last time because I was in a hurry and did not trust Sylus.
After he turns on the light, Sylus puts me tenderly down on my feet in the bathroom. Now that the lights are on, I can see that Sylus is wearing his boxershorts. It's pretty obvious that the act of the bedtime story did have an effect on him as well. I don't know where to look at, but my gaze wanders on its own to his massive bulge again and again. Shit. Damn, Sylus. I am done for. His gaze lingers hot on my body, a cocky grin on his face because he noticed my reaction to his erection.
I try to fixate my eyes on a spot on the wall and accidently look in the mirror. I am only wearing my bra. My panties got lost in the act somehow, hiding now somewhere in the bedroom. As I realize what kind of sight I present to Sylus, my hands try to cover my private parts, even though Sylus has explored them thorough a moment ago.
Sylus Perspective
My kitten is shy. And I enjoy every little moment of your embarrassment. I feel how I get even harder by your attempt to avoid staring at me and covering your body. I want to eat you with skin and hair, my eyes filled with pure hunger and lust as I stare at you.
"I will help you with this." I purr, as I step behind you, unlocking your bra and letting it fall down to the tiled floor. I love your soft gasp, as my arms from behind reaches around you, my palms cupping your soft breast, while I stare at you through the mirror. "You are beautiful..."
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Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction
Fantasy"How hard can it be to imprison the most wanted criminal of the N109 Zone? As one of the top hunters, it should not be that much of a problem, right? At least, that's what I thought in my naive overconfidence, until that fucking Bastard kidnapped me...
