There were so many things floating in Tybalt's head as he drifted off. So many thoughts that were so foreign. He was happy, pleased in some deep and primal way that he had never felt before. He had taken Amyrillis from her family and given her pleasure so intense she had shredded his sheets. He could feel that tail drifting over his thigh and, while it tickled, it only made him more relaxed. Every part of him felt relaxed, excluding the almost painful swelling of his knot, still throbbing and twitching with every flex of her walls. Tybalt was simply... happy. And the single word she gave him, full of sleep and distraction, was enough to send him into a comfortable sleep.
Promise.
꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂
Tybalt never slept deeply. His eyes, always bruised from lack of sleep, were confirmation of that. With Ryllis, it was like a coma compared to his usual fitful nights, but that meant nothing when she squirmed on him.
His knot had deflated, left a mess between their thighs, but his cock had never slipped out of her. While her body ached from what he had done, he ached for more. Just her scent, invading his dreams, would have been enough to have him wake nearly begging for her. But, no. She had wiggled her hips, teased him so effectively without intending to. There was a small arch of his back, a growl, as his eyes slowly opened.
Ryllis was in her own nightmare, worried she was everything her stepmother had called her. Tybalt awoke to his perfect dream. He saw the most beautiful creature in the world straddling him, looking down at him. Even before he could process it fully, he felt the blood rush to his cock, felt himself swelling inside. Blinking himself awake, he took in her naked body, her torn expression, that single tear running down her cheek.
That was when he remembered everything. Remembered this was all real. And, under all the scars his life had left on his soul, he could only find it all so fucking exciting. There was no logic to temper him, to control his urges. So, he did what he wanted. What he really wanted. Lifting himself with on hand, Tybalt clasped her chin in a rough grip. He tilted his head and looked at that tear, running over the curve of her cheekbone. He loved it when people cried for him. When he broke them and knew they would submit.
With Ryllis, it was different. He did not want to break her. He wanted to make her cry because it was all too good, or because the pain he was giving her had mixed so thoroughly with pleasure that she could only cry to let it out. He had plans to make her cry. This tear he did not understand, but that changed nothing about how it excited him. That was what he worried about. She thought she was safe with him and Tybalt and no idea what he was capable of with his Amyrillis. All he knew was that it was suddenly so tight around his cock, now full sized and halfway inside of her.
His breath caught in his chest as he shifted closer and it made her sit down on him, so slick from the mess he had left inside that she moved easily. Tybalt leaned in to catch the tear with the tip of his tongue right before it rolled off her jaw. He traced the salty path up to her cheek, flicking his tongue against it like a pleased little kitten. He purred again, felt himself throb inside her aching little cunt. Now, rock hard inside of her, gripping her chin tight, he finally thought to ask.
"Why are you crying? And biting your lip like that? Is it because I was so rough with you?" There was no apology in his tone. He regretted nothing. Wanted to do it again.
In fact, Tybalt found that he could not even wait for her answer to continue, to have more. He released her chin and instead wrapped an arm around her waist, holding tight enough to bruise her pale skin where his fingertips dug into her hip. He pushed her down the rest of the way, sank in to the hilt and pressed himself into those deep parts that had squeezed him so tightly before.
"You can cry if you need to. I think you look very pretty crying." Even as he whispered the words, he tilted to the side, placing lips against her neck, arm holding her so he stayed hilted inside.
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