Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🔞Spicytober 2025: 🦅Public Space & Biting 🦅🔞

Linkon City Mall. A designer store that only offers its service to hand-picked customers. And a formal invitation that Sylus needs you to wear a special tailored dress for.

All these facts brought you to where you were now: A little fitting room you just walked in to change out of a luxurious designer dress and into another. One that the friendly saleswoman brought you and which is too narrow for the things that are going on there in this very moment.

The air has already been sticky before, filled with dust and the smell of fabric, but now it's consumed by two people. Busy with an activity that sucks every molecule out of the air. Heating the room with sinful activities and shared breaths.

Sylus's broad shoulders press against the thin white wooden walls at his side, strong arms surrounding you. You are caged between his massive figure and the only stable wall around as he had followed you with the intention of helping to put on the dress. Not that the staff also offered support, but they had no chance to argue against your insistent boss-man.

Now, both of you were dazed, completely entranced by the wet open-mouthed kisses you share whilst the fingers of the N109's most feared person are buried knuckle deep between your moist folds. Thrusting in and out of your core with scandalous squelching noises.

"Better be quiet, kitten. These walls are not soundproof." Sylus teases silently whilst mouthing his way slowly along your jaw, leaving a hot wet trail at your throat, not interrupting to make you feel good with his skilled hands.

You bite your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to hold back the scandalous moans that would betray your little tête-à-tête in the changing room of the store you had been in for over an hour now.

Long fingers curl at the right spots inside you, the sticky liquid of your arousal dripping in between, proof of how far Sylus has already worked you up. You weren't even able to form a snappy remark, too blissed out to form a coherent word. Only a broken "Syyy~" slips out as he scissors your wet and clenching walls.

You're so close... So damn close... The tight coil in your belly is ready to snap any second. But you aren't silent with your orgasms, you never were, at least not since you are with the leader of Onichynus. So you try to hold back, stabbing your nails into his tensed well-dressed rear.

"Come for me, Sweetie" sweet whispered words, demanding to lose control.

And it works. Your brain short-circuits and your whole body tenses up as you clench around his fingers one last time. Helplessly, you take the only thing that is close enough to muffle the loud explosion of your impending pleasure. A hearty bite on Sylus's shoulder is the only available rescue to save you from the embarrassment of getting caught in the act and to silence your cries to dim whimpers and sighs.

Your lover's reaction is only a grunt as your teeth sink deep into the expensive fabric of his designer jacket and your mind goes blank with pleasure. When your spasm subsides, he's still working you through the aftershock, turning your knees into useless jelly, and your whole body into a trembling mess. You cling to him for dear life as the overstimulation hits your nerves, and you try to flee from his nimble and devoted fingers. "S~ stooop..." You whimper weakly, your brain still mushy.

"But kitten..." comes his amused remark in a hushed tone, "Do you really want that?" as he opens his black expensive pants, drawing down the zipper and revealing his huge, hard rock erection. With a swift lift at your ass, you're pinned backwards against the only stable stone wall, legs placed around his slender hips.
Sylus's cock nudges your entrance with the luring promise of sins and pleasure.

Crimson eyes studying you with honesty, observing you, searching for your true desire. "Should I stop?"

With a pull of your bottom lip between your teeth, you shake your head, feeling the moisture of your previous release stick sinfully to your bare thighs. The sight of the impressive length that is brimming with want at your swollen folds makes your mouth water and your core clenches for more, despite your recent orgasm.

God, you are so hungry for him, you don't even care where you are anymore. You only want him to fill you up with all that impressive glory. So you shake your head frantically. "No." Your thumb wanders along Sylus's wet bottom lip, admiring the slightly flushed cheeks of your lover. The gem-like eyes are soft and round. Blown out pupils show all the adoration and worship of centuries, and then you kiss him. Greedy.
Desperate. Teeth on teeth and tongue on tongue.
Devouring, consuming the air from each other.

And you moan in the hollow of his mouth the second Sylus impales you against the cold wall. Every single inch digs in you, stretching you deliciously without resistance, your arousal the needed lube for his intrusion. And his impatient desperate pounding makes you shiver and shamelessly moan, muffled by an never-ending kiss. Powerful thrusts slam you against the cold wall, but you don't care. The waves of pleasure and desire already took you far away.

Until you come undone again, as your lover fucks recklessly into you. The artificial walls of the room shake dangerously as your mind whites out and an earth-shattering orgasm rushes through you like a giant energy wave. Fireworks exploding beyond your closed eyes, finger digging once more into his back as your soul seeks out his. Teeth pressed into the fabric of his designer suit.

A few pistoning pushes later and Sylus meets you between heaven and hell, uniting your soul with his.
Face deeply buried in your neck he leaves his mark like you did before, and you nearly come again from this alone. The feeling of being claimed is as strong as being fucked senseless. You belong to him, as much as the mighty dragon is yours. Two shared souls that don't let go of each other.

As your senses come back, you're set down with shaking legs, still supported by big hands on your waist. Crimson eyes are glazed over with adoration and satisfaction as they search for your flushed face. "What a greedy, little kitten." Sylus simply chuckles as he pulls the dress down your thighs where it had been bunched up before. With still ragged breaths and Sylus wearing a smug smile, you leave the changing room after you both have righted your clothes The only difference and evidence of what happened in there are your still heated cheeks and the white liquid that's dropping down your legs.

The invisible proof of your scandalous lovemaking. But you have forgotten one thing as the saleswoman's gaze flicks to the suspicious fresh and red mark at your neck.