𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 ᵇᵘᶰᶰʸ ˣ ʲᵃᶜᵉ 🅽🆂🅵🆆

[Bunny]

a story by bunny and jace ​

 

[Bunny]

In her short life, Amaryllis had never known pleasure. Not at her own hands and not at anyone else’s. As she laid under him, her body reeling in her third orgasm she knew that this wasn’t normal. That he claimed her with a brutality that left her breathless. No, he’d not harmed her and no matter his warning, she had this feeling he’d never harm her. Hurt her, maybe, but harm? Even the pain would be sweet. Tybalt was as broken as she was, just differently. So what if losing her virginity wasn’t normal? Nothing else in her life had been. Lips brushed her ear and it flickered against his lips as he called her a liar. A giggled slipped forms her and she gave him a flash of who she might be, free from the oppression of her step family. A smug, satisfied kitten. She had lied. She’d liked biting him, leaving her mark on him. It pleased her on a dark, feral level. Tybalt, for the moment at least, was hers. Ryllis had not had anything nor anyone be hers in a long time. As his body shifted and the knot pulled ever so slightly, she gasped. Gentle motions sent new licks of pleasure along her spine. It pulled at her pleasure that was fading and toyed with it. Not enough to reignite it fully, but it was pleasing and her purring matched his, hands slipped along his back, nails lightly dragging along his spine as he rocked his hips, grinding his hardened length until he came again with a trembling breath. The sound of wet fabric ripping making her shiver. Still wrapped around him, it was her turn to gasp as he rolled them. Finding herself above him the heavy weight of her hair falling around them. Ryllis’ hair was black and white. Though predominantly white, her ears and part of her right side was inky black. She lifted her arms and bundled her hair in one hand, lifting off the back of her neck, the cool air kissing her neck and making her eyes close as she groaned softly as it fell to the side. Below her ear, she could hear his heart and breath as they mingled together. Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, she let her eyes close, still purring softly. “Amazing?” Unused to compliments, it was clear she felt some doubt, but beyond her tone, she offered no other complaint. What she didn't understand was why her? Why help her? Save her? She wanted to question it..but her body felt warm, languid and her mind was too relaxed to pick at the puzzle. “Sleepy” She murmured. The fact that his knot held them together was lost on her. She was content to lay there with him like they were until the world ended. “Tybalt?” her voice heavier now, as sleep pulled at her mind. “Thank you for saving me..” those last words a whisper.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Tybalt could feel the self-doubt in her words. One little compliment and she was somewhere else, questioning what he thought. Watching how she lifted her hair away, showing off the curve of her neck and shoulder, had him thinking about wrapping his fingers around it. It was not new to have these darker urges, but having them directed at Amyrillis was a little jarring. Like their first time had managed to shake loose all the things inside of him. But, she was right. Tybalt wanted to hurt her, not harm her. Wanted to show her how sweet all kinds of things could be. He had shown a bit of it already, his desire to give her pleasure beyond her own tolerance. However, before he could get too lost in his thoughts, she laid against his chest and whispered words of thanks. That was more disorienting than anything else. Because that did not make any sense. He did not save her. He took her. "It was selfish, Ryllis. I've wanted you for a very long time. When he hit you, it made me angry. I'm keeping you safe for me." While he was still deep inside of her, while every little twitch and clench of her muscles nearly robbed him of breath, he was focusing on the woman more than the act now. Thinking about Ryllis and how dangerous her world was. It tempted him to take care of the problem, but he doubted she would be very happy if he went and killed her step brother. Instead, he buried his fingers in her hair and scratched between her ears. There were so many things that were sudden and confusing about this relationship. It should have been a mess. He knew he certain was, and it seemed she was as well. Yet, they fit together perfectly and she barely batted an eyelash about accepting pleasure from him when she was so afraid of her brother. There was only one more hint that made it become obvious. It was strange how having sex with Amyrillis suddenly solved so many things about his life. While he gently stroked her hair, scratched her, he thought about all of the things that now lined up. The biggest question of his life was why his father let him live, kept him safe and wealthy. Now, it made sense. He was an Alpha, indispensable to someone who craved power. And the perfect little kitten laying on top of him was his mate. The fact that he was still swollen inside of her was proof enough, his body wanting her just like he always had. So, he leaned down and kissed her head, breathing in her scent with a greedy need. For a moment, he considered telling her. Telling Ryllis that they were going to be together forever. That they were perfect for one another. Instead, he laid his head back on the pillow and began slowly running his fingers through her hair, down to the nape of her neck, only to restart from the top. "Even if I do it to myself, I'll keep you safe from everyone else. Just promise me you will stay with me. You have to promise." This time it was his turn to whisper and he felt his eyes drifting closed, even if pleasure still rushed through him every so often. It was soothing, her scent and her body, lulling him into sleep.]