Chapter 73

73

SYLAS

I didn't mind when Mina was messy.

I stayed beside her every night I could when I wasn't off at work, even though I didn't sleep.

I just rested, holding her, wondering about our future, and protecting her from her dreams.

Just because we were in love with one another didn't mean everything was perfect, or that her mind still didn't have all sorts of cruel traps to spring on her. She spent most of the first week we were back in her apartment crying, while I think everything caught up—how close she'd come to death, to losing me, missing her parents, regaining her friend. All I did was hold her, take her back and forth for daily showers, and make her eat.

She was bright, and angry, and fierce, but she also wanted to be soft, and deserved to be, after having been battle hardened by life, so I strove to make space for all the many versions of her I knew she possessed.

I knew too she was scared about being a parent. She felt terribly young, and she was—but she knew I would be there, and Ella as well. I chose not to view her deep friendship with the other woman as a threat because I knew it wasn't, but also because I had spent centuries cultivating fear and hate...it was honestly probably good for me to watch love in action. Seeing as I had no needs other than Mina in my life, it was hardly any effort to lodge and feed Ella, especially when she was the reason Mina was with me to begin with—plus I appreciated her being with Mina, when my work took me away.

I had already negotiated time off with Monster Security—I hadn't told Mina yet, but I would be off for at least the next year, while we figured out how to add a child to our life. I could sense the baby well enough—seeing as it was dreaming, in a way, inside of her—to know that it was safe and healthy, and as for the rest of everything, we'd decided to deal with it as it came. There was a hospital close by where we go could when it was time, but Mina didn't want to go to any classes because she didn't want anyone to stare. She was a little bit of a local celebrity, after testifying in the fraternity's ongoing legal case, because ancillary members without tattoos but who appeared to have knowledge of the ceremonies were being charged.

She wanted precisely what she had told me in the bone pit—to be normal.

She just hadn't quite grasped yet that she would always be exceptional, to me.

But that was all right—I would just keep showing her.

I shifted her on top of me so that my hard-on could rock through her thighs, as I stroked claw-tips over her belly. She shivered, and one of her hands came up to play with one of her newly bigger breasts and pinch a nipple—and I used my free hand to haul the rest of her dress up higher.

"I would watch you," I told her, feeling her thighs squeeze.

"You make me come so hard, Sylas," she whispered, sinking into anticipation.

"I know."

"And you're so humble," she teased, as I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around the backs of her knees.

I knew she felt ungainly at the best of times currently, so it pleased me to make things easy for her, accommodating her in whatever way I could. I swirled pieces of myself in between her legs, rubbing at her and pulling her open, while her breathing began to slow and I felt her start to relax against me.

When we'd first moved into this place we'd had fast sex in all sorts of interesting places, before her belly got in the way. But now, just because I couldn't control time anymore didn't mean I couldn't take long.

I moved myself so that I could enter her and she moaned. I had learned which diameter she preferred, at which depth, and at what angle—some through conversation, but also through rigorous, mutually enjoyable experimentation.

"Promise this won't change?" she asked, as I slowly filled her up.

"Which part?"

"All of it," she said twisting her face toward mine again, with fresh tears in her eyes.

"My queen," I said, pressing her to me and kissing them away again. "Things will change—but, like you, they will only become more beautiful. Would you like me to stop?"

She bit her lips and shook her head. "No. Keep going? "

"Of course." One of her hands trailed down, but couldn't make it properly past her belly. "I've got you," I said, and rubbed her clit for her.

"Stop reading my mind," she pretended to complain, then moaned. "Oh god, Sylas—right there ," she said, and started to pant.

"And faster, mmm?" She nodded and whined, breathing hard. "Come for me, my queen, and then we will continue," I swore—but this time she shook her head more meaningfully and squirmed.

"All of you. All mine. Please?" she asked, and I stopped thrusting at once. We hadn't done that since she'd had to switch to wearing the underwear with the very high waists, like the ones I'd shredded off of her.

"Are you sure?"

She pushed up off of me, nodding, and I let myself fade while she moved to kneeling on the couch, pulling off her dress and bra and tossing it to the side. "Yeah, baby—unless you don't want to?"

"No." I liked it. Quite a lot. "But I am going to hold most of you. I don't want you getting jostled."

Mina laughed. "Okay, but, I want you to fuck me till we give our baby brain damage—or, I see god. One of those two."

"Preferably the latter," I said, laughing back, winding myself around her carefully.

And part of our experimentation had been this—after Mina had told me I'd missed a promising career in porn, we'd set out to see how far things could go...for both of us.

I held her belly up, supporting it, and slid a portion of myself between her legs before thrusting up, back into the same soft heat that'd held me earlier. Mina groaned, and held her tits together. " These are going to be terrific for this now," she said, giving a challenging grin to the space around her—and I extruded another cock to slid through the smooth space between them.

"You're right," I told her, stroking with both parts of me.

"Always. Remember that," she said.

"How full do you want to be?"

"I'm not feeling my ass today, but my mouth—yeah."

I kept thrusting, asynchronously now, just to catch her off guard, while I placed a thumb inside her lips. "What sharp teeth you have," I teased, before letting her jaw go.

"All the better to eat you—" she began, before me replacing my thumb with another dick cut her off. Her eyes went wide, and she made a bit of a gagging sound, but she didn't tap out, and I trusted her.

She knew what would make her feel good—and if that was me overwhelming her, I was keen to help.

I wrapped her hair back with the fingers of one clawed hand, and watched her being taken by me, in all sorts of obscene ways—her pussy tasted delicious, her tears had been sweet, her breasts were fantastic, and every time I stroked into her mouth she gave tiny grunts—while each sheathing thrust I took into her cunt made her moan.

Then—she held her breasts up with one arm running beneath them, and offered me an empty hand.

"You are too much," I said with a growl, landing another cock inside of it, for her to hold and stroke.

Her eyes flashed up at me as if to say, "You love it," and—I did .

I loved all of her, every piece of her, inside and out, completely.

She sensed the change in me and started stroking faster, bobbing her head on me more quickly, and dropping her hips to meet each thrust.

"Oh, yes, Mina," I growled, low. "Make me give myself to you. Call to me with every piece of your body."

She twisted her head, to free her mouth so she could speak. "Right down to your very soul?"

"You know I do not have one—which is why I can do this," I said, blanketing her with myself, spinning her on the couch, until her back was against its wide surface again. I covered her at once, pushing myself back home inside her cunt, creating more hands to push her breasts together for me to slide through, and putting a cock in both her hands.

I reached down to rub her clit with my thumb, and watched the force of my thrusts jiggle her swollen belly.

"I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you, not in a thousand years."

"Oh please—that's just recency bias," she said with a laugh, stroking her hands up and down the dicks they held in both hands. "No mouth?"

"No—I want to hear your screams," I said, leaning over her, shoving my cock deep in her pussy, while the one between her breasts felt like it was burying itself in silk.

"I like it when I can feel you getting closer," she told me. "When all the parts of you start to stiffen up, when you start seeming desperate and hungry?—"

"I am going to make you come, and then I'm going to cover you in shadow. "

I started fucking her disjointedly, one at a time, like I was made of pistons in a car—except for the piece of me between her legs enjoying her tight, wet, heat, where I was thrumming in and out, in the short perfect bursts that drove her wild—and if I could've slowed time to do this for the rest of my life, I would've. Feeling connected together with her like this, in every possible way, knowing I was about to make her scream, all of me becoming ready to give myself over.

I would give her my life, if she wanted, but she already knew that.

"I love you," I told her.

"Oh—I love you too—oh— Sylas —oh God— oh God —don't stop!" she cried out, and I felt her tense around me, hold me tight, and then squeeze while she howled. "Fuck— Sylas —fuck!" she shouted, curling herself up as much as she could with her round belly—and that was all I needed.

"Yes— yes — yes ," I growled, jetting myself into her. I'd learned that the more of myself I gave her the better it felt—all I had to do was learn to get out of my own way. So I clawed at her hips with more hands while she pulsed, holding her still while I emptied my most important cock, but then?—

"Fucking cover me," Mina demanded with a groan, like the queen she was.

"Yes," I agreed, crouching forward as every other piece of myself I could let go of spilled out of me. Inky blackness shot out of the dick between her breasts and circled her throat like a necklace made of night, while the ones in her hands spurted their loads over her face and breasts, spattering her with me claiming her for me and I found I wanted to eat her up—again—but instead all I did was lower my mouth to lick my cum off of her, sucking at a nipple on the way.

"Oh my god, Sylas," she said, catching her breath. "That's so hot."

I reached up to wind a hand into her hair, and then kissed her carefully, before pulling back and giving her a grin.

"Was god handsome when you met him? Because if he was, I'll totally fight him," I said, and Mina erupted into peals of laughter, as I held her and our baby close.

Thank you so much for reading about Mina and Sylas! Now make sure to go read Guarded by the Reaper from Cara Wylde and Guarded by the Phantom by Layla Fae!