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goylempire · 19 days

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Zealous

Hentzau and his human have sex in the stock room of a shop.

NSFW - Minors do not interact!

word count: 1938

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The thumping of her heart reverberated in her ears as she moved quickly through the throng of people. Glancing behind her to make sure she wasn’t being followed, she turned down an alleyway leading to an antique and oddity store. Hentzau had always thought it was stupid. While he liked older, traditional items, the ‘oddities’ were hoaxes to lure in dim-witted individuals. Easy sales, he’d say.

She didn’t linger near the store, though. Its wooden, hanging sign swung like an omen, and she knew she needed to keep moving. She wouldn’t have even suggested this if she’d known how nerve-wracking it would be. She would have never joked about him being able to catch his targets only because they didn’t know him. They didn’t know the way he tracked or the way he moved in a crowd. They didn’t know the kinds of places he would tuck himself into to wait until they were close enough to grab. She knew the jasper Goyl better than any random person he was sent to find, but that didn’t help to quiet the anxiety coursing through her. She’d lost sight of him a while ago, and she wasn’t close enough to their home to make a run for it. He could be anywhere.

Her feet ached as she moved quickly toward the shadows cast by the buildings. Not the smartest place to hide from a Goyl, but she needed a break. She just needed a moment to take a breath before she continued. He’d think she would hide in plain sight. That was the best choice, but there were so few people on this side of the city today. The dark clouds were drawing them indoors. The rumbling of distant thunder a warning of the downpour that was to come.

She pressed her back to the rough stone of the building and let the coolness run through her body as she tried to calm her heaving chest. She hadn’t been running, but she had been moving swiftly enough for a thin layer of sweat to cling to her skin. Glancing around the corner of the bricked-up store front, she let out a sigh of relief when she didn’t see Hentzau lingering nearby. She might beat him back to the house after all. She’d already decided that she would be nice about it. He didn’t like to lose a challenge.

“Looking for someone?”

The heavy Goyl accent made her jump. There was no way he got behind her. There was nowhere for him to hide here.

“How did you-”

He cut her off with a laugh and pushed her back against the wall.

“You didn’t honestly think you were going to win, did you? You’re terrible at hiding. I’ve been only ten steps behind you this entire time. Watching you,” he said. His arms caged her in between his warm body and the cold wall. “Waiting for you to feel safe.”

The thunder had gotten closer. It crashed around them like cannon fire. She had lost this battle, and she was at the mercy of whatever her captor had in store. Sporadic raindrops hissed as they hit the hot road around them as he took her hand and pulled her along with him. A back door to one of the shops was propped open slightly with a rolled-up newspaper. He pushed it open fully and led her into a dimly lit stock room.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“It’s a knife shop,” he explained. “A friend of mine owns it. He was heading out for the day, but I had seen you turn beside here. I asked if I could cut through the back as I was in pursuit of someone who needed to be captured. He didn’t mind as long as I locked the door behind me.”

He closed the door and pulled her against him. He smelled of coffee, gun oil, and a little of sweat. She felt as though she may melt in this small, cluttered room surrounded by his body heat and a mass of weapons as his lips crashed to hers. The rain had begun to pour outside. It slammed against the wooden door and drowned out any noises from within.

Hentzau had agreed to this little game of hers if she agreed to let him fuck her where he caught her. She’d thought he was kidding. Hentzau had always been against public sex, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he had planned to capture her here because he knew it would be empty. There would be no one to overhear or interrupt them. And all the gods of the earth knew she didn’t want to stop him.

He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. His hands gripped her waist, holding her body as close to him as he could. She could feel how hard he already was against her hip.

“I thought about all the things I was going to do to you when I finally had you in my grasp,” he whispered in the dark room. “And this damn room is so small it might as well be a closet.”

“Are things not going to your plan, Lieutenant?” She laughed. “You could always wait until we get home to claim your reward.”

With narrowed eyes, he walked her back until she collided with a shelf full of boxes. One of them went clamoring to the floor. A dozen switchblades scattered across the tile flooring.

He pushed the bottom of her dress up and froze when he found her already bare for him.

“You really didn’t expect to win,” he smirked.

Her laugh turned into a moan as he ran his finger along her already wet entrance.

“I know you like everyone to be prepared for anything on missions,” she said. “I thought it would be in my best interest to be prepared for the chance you might catch me.”

He shook his head with a laugh before nodding toward the bunched-up fabric in his hand.

“Hold this,” he demanded.

Once she had gathered the fabric of her dress, he dropped to one knee and lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. His hands pulling her by the waist until he had her exactly where he wanted her. He kissed his way up her thigh, occasionally nipping at the soft skin, before he ran his tongue through her wet folds. Hentzau didn’t know how to halfway do anything, and he had always been zealous in his quests of pleasuring her.

Black claws dug into the sensitive flesh of her ass. They would leave marks in their wake even in their filed down state, but gods she loved the cold sting of them. Hentzau knew it, too. She loved that his entire body was a weapon, and he loved to remind her of it.

His tongue assaulted her core like an enemy he needed to quickly eliminate. Gripping the back of his head, she held him to her as she arched into his face, chasing her high as it rapidly approached.

But before she could hit the euphoria she so desperately wanted, Hentzau pulled back. The smug look on his face when he stood up was almost infuriating.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum after making me chase you through this entire damned city, did you?” he said. “This is my reward, remember? Turn around and hold on to the shelving.”

Before she could do as he demanded, he grabbed her hips and moved her himself. With one hand still holding her dress up for him and the other gripping the edge of the wooden supply shelf, she glanced over her shoulder to watch him undo the buckle of his pants and pull his cock free.

“Face the shelving,” he commanded. The tone of his voice left no room for arguments.

She bit back her moan as the head of his cock brushed against her entrance. Kissing along her neck and shoulders, he pushed into her with a low growl. He froze for just a moment to hold her to him and allow her to adjust to the size of him. She could feel how hard his heart was beating with his chest pressed against her shoulder blades. The steady rhythm of it helped her relax around him, and she began to untense her muscles from the intrusion.

“Ready?” Hentzau whispered in her ear. His voice was calm and soothing like the plains near her home, but she could hear the sharp edges lingering just underneath it like hard, jagged cliffs above a merciless sea.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

She could almost feel the smirk on his face as he pulled his hips back agonizingly slow. One of his large hands made its way along her abdomen and trailed upward to cup her breast. She pushed into his touch, wishing she didn’t have this stupid dress keeping her from feeling the rough stone skin of his palm on her own skin.

He slammed back into her without warning. A gasp ripped from her throat and the shelving she held on to so desperately shook in front of her. Its content rattling and threatening to join the others on the floor. Fucking in the stock room of a store that sold knives probably wasn’t the best idea. But they were far too gone to stop now.

Harsh breathing mixed with the sound of the rain slamming against the wooden door. Her moans melded with the thunder as the front of his thighs met the back of hers again and again and again. The jasper hand that wasn’t groping her breast found its way to her clit. She cried out and tossed her head back against his shoulder as he mercilessly assaulted the bundle of nerves under his fingertips.

“There’s my girl,” he grunted out. “Let me hear you.”

The chord within her was so close to snapping. So close to hitting her high like a firework on the verge of exploding. His thrusts kept their brutal pace as he chased after both of their climaxes. The two of them were so close to slipping past the edge of oblivion that they never heard the front door of the shop open.

“Hentzau?” A gruff voice called from the showroom.

His right hand left her chest to cover her mouth. The left didn’t slow its pace under the skirt of her dress.

“Stay quiet, my love,” he whispered. His voice barely a breath in her ear as he bit down gently on her earlobe.

Her orgasm slammed into her harder than ever like lightning coursing through her veins. A string of Goyl curse words slipped from him as he ripped his cock from her pussy and painted her thighs white with his cum.

They didn’t have long to come down from their bliss as heavy footsteps approached the stock room. Hentzau quickly fixed his pants, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the room and into the pouring rain before his friend could find them.

Hand in hand they ran as far from the building as they could. Once they had rounded the corner, Hentzau pushed her into the shadows against a wall, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

He gave a small laugh when he pulled away.

“I have a feeling Zownik will never let me cut through his store again.”

“Do you regret it?” she asked.

“No. I would do it again without a second thought,” he said, pulling her into an embrace. “But for now, let’s go home and get dry.”

She smiled up at him. “Yes, Sir.”

#Hentzau and his human #hentzau x reader smut #mirrorworld fanfiction #Valentine writes BS #I will go back to X!#I can't believe I'm almost finished with these #Sorry for any weird typos

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goylempire · 19 days

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I'm so very easily distracted. I'm 1300 words into the 'Z' fic, and it's taking everything in me to write and not go cross-stitch all 55 of the little turtle patterns I have. I keep telling myself if I finish the fic tonight then I can cross-stitch turtles tomorrow.

#bribing myself with the future of little stitched turtles #that's a thing...right?

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goylempire · 25 days

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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goylempire · 27 days

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If it keeps you from killing yourself it's not stupid. This applies to anything btw.

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goylempire · 28 days

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Shout out to my beloved @the-bastard-and-the-pup for putting up with my nonsense all the time...and for having to listen to all my freaking out and my determination to write smut this week. Because it's been a lot. They're really the best ever.

#love you cyar'ika!

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goylempire · 28 days

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Can we just talk about the fact that the fandom is so small? Seriously, books are absolutely awesome, Cornelia offers us a whole universe, and there are twenty people who talk about it? The fourth book was not even translated into French (I am French, but luckily I know enough about English to be able to read the book in that language anyway.) Why are there so many people talking about these books?

#it seriously is wild to me #these books are so amazing #and our fandom is so small!#mirrorworld #reckless #reckless series #mirrorworld series #I know I just post Hentzau stuff - but every character in these books are so well written #so many people to love and the plot is great too!#I don't get it

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goylempire · 28 days

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Nerron expresses desire to possess a female partner twice -let’s skip over the sexism of his worldview for now- but both of these declarations ring hollow. That Nerron wants the power and status that is conveyed by possessing a beautiful woman, not the women themselves.

When Nerron is being led astray by the winds, part of his fantasy is having a wife more beautiful than the dark fairy, but the core of this fantasy is the idea of surpassing Kami’en as a king, and surpassing Kami’en’s wife reads as just another facet. Since a part of Kami’en’s visible power is the love of a beautiful immortal, to surpass him requires a beautiful spouse of Nerron’s own.

When Nerron captures Jacob in the vines and steals his mummified corpse pieces, he says he’s going to steal Fox as well, an expression of Nerron’s total victory over Jacob in this moment. Nerron wins, in his mind, by taking Jacob’s treasure, his reputation, and his love interest.

It’s worth noting that Nerron meets both Fox and the dark fairy, and in these scenes is not verbally attracted to them, or even particularly interested in them as anything other than enemies and rivals.

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goylempire · 28 days

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Hentzau NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I'm a whore for this man ;)

Word Count: 1,995

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hentzau will clean up any messes. Get any food or water you want. Bandage any scratches and rub any sore muscles. After all that's done and you're both comfortable, he’ll wrap you in his arms and hold you. Peppering a few kisses onto your bare sink.

If it's aftercare for a quickie, he’ll still make sure you're okay before having to leave. Sometimes if there have been a lot of quickies Hentzau will feel a bit guilty and try to make more time for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Henrzau has two favorite parts of his body.

First is his arms. The way he can easily pick you up. The way his arms frame your body when he's on top of you. Your fingers run along his arms, hanging on to his arms when the pace picks up or you get close to cumming. Fingers digging into his Jasper skin, anchored to his biceps.

Second is his hands and by extension his claws. Once he adjusts to the way your skin feels he wants to feel you constantly, he won’t tell you though. So when you two are together in bed his hands are on you. Face, chest, hips, legs, anywhere. How his Jasper complements your skin color. The way you react to his skin on yours, pushing yourself into his hands.

It took Hentzau a while to feel comfortable putting his hands on you during sex. But between filing down his claws and too many gouges in furniture, holes in your bedding, or clothes, he tries. He didn’t slice into you like he was afraid of, but still the first couple of times there were small cuts. As he figures out how to not put so much pressure through his claws, he grows to like running them along your skin, how your body shivers in response.

Hentzau’s favorite part of your body is your face. He loves cupping a hand on your cheek. How expressive you are, especially how your face contorts in pleasure. It gives him an ego boost and a sense of pride that he can make you feel that way and he’s the only one that gets to see and hear you in this state.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think Goyls produce a lot more cum than a human.

Hentzau won't cum inside you, he's not risking your life with a dangerous pregnancy at won't end happily. He also won't cum on your face, he finds it disrespectful.

He’ll cum anywhere else you ask, but he prefers to cum on your chest or torso. If you’re giving him a blowjob he’ll want to cum down your throat.

Hentzau waits to pull out of you til after you cum. He can't get over the way your cunt tightens and spasms around his cock. He almost came in you the first time together, he was overwhelmed by how good you felt wrapped around him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One time Hentzau was rushing out the door for an unexpected mission. The uniform he grabbed from the laundry room had a pair of your lingerie panties in the pocket. He didn't find out until a few days into the mission, he reached for something in a pant pocket and felt the thin, lacy fabric.

Hentzau just stood there rubbing his fingers over it. His body ignited, a deep burning to feel you and see you fall apart under him surged through his veins. He needed to get back home to you quickly. He snapped out of it as one of his soldiers came towards him.

Now, whenever he knows he's going on a long or a very difficult mission, Hentzau will snag a pair of your clean panties and stuff them into a pocket.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a decent amount of experience with Goyl women but no experience with human women.

He quickly learns what you like and how to draw out the reactions he loves to see from you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hentzau prefers positions where he can see your face and kiss you. He loves to see your reaction and whisper into your ear to tease you. I think his go-tos are missionary, holding you up against a wall, or you on your back on his desk or a table.

It takes him a while to feel comfortable letting you on top. He trusts you and knows you won't hurt him. Once he finally lets you ride him, he enjoys it and actually relaxes, letting you take full control. You riding him becomes a semi-regular occurrence.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy is not in this mans’ vocabulary. He’s nothing but serious. The closest he gets to goofy is teasing you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

My personal headcanon is Goyl don't have hair down there, but he does keep everything in that area clean.

Hentzau doesn't care what you do with your hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hentzau isn't very romantic. He’ll try every so often but it's nothing like rose petals to the bedroom. He will run a bath for you after a long week or give you a nice massage. The longer you're together and he knows you're feelings are genuine the more he tries.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The feeling doesn't come around often and when it happens, he really doesn't have time or the privacy to get off and he'd rather wait till he gets home to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Definitely a sir/lieutenant kink.

He loves seeing you in lingerie, especially when the color is close to his skin color. Drives him insane.

Clothed sex where he's clothed and you're completely naked.

Absolutely loves edging you, especially when you've been misbehaving.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sex is mostly at home. Hentzau really likes to take you up against a wall. Trapping you so you can't shy away from his tease and to remind you how strong he is. But at the end of the day, he doesn't really care where he has you. Bed, couch, table, wall, floor.

I think the only place outside of the home he will consider having sex with you is in his office at the palace.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you come up behind him and wrap your arms around him. Whispering what you want him to do to you as you run your hands over his arms and shoulders.

If he's been away for longer than a day or two. Once he walks through the door he's on you, he just wants to feel you wrapped around him.

Anytime you bend over in front of him, he's almost immediately behind you, hands on your waist, feeling you up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage is a no-go. He can't be tied up and he won't tie you up. He's tied up too many humans and doesn't want to think about that when you're intimate.

He won't even entertain the idea of public sex or humiliation.

Even though Goyls can have multiple partners, he won't go after another woman or share you with anyone else, well he might share you with Kami’en, maybe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hentzau definitely prefers eating you out. It took him a bit to figure out how to and what you like. The noises you make just keep him going. Holding your hips down and not letting up until you're begging, tears are rolling down your face, and pushing his head away.

He sometimes turns you down when you offer to go down on him. It's not that he doesn't like it, he does. He knows he's bigger than most humans and doesn't want to hurt your throat.

The first time you gave him a blowjob he lost control towards the end and pushed too much of himself into your mouth, going down your throat, making you chock and cough. Ever since then, he hesitates when you offer.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If you two have the time, Hentzau is slow and sensual. Wanting to feel every part of your body, see every reaction, and hear each long moan you let out. Watching as you fall apart because of him. Almost to a point where it feels like he's edging you.

If it's a quickie, he definitely has a fast pace but he tries not to be too rough with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies happen a lot due to Hentzau needing to leave a lot of the time and leaving at random times. He hates when quickies happen more often than him taking his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He's open to talking about experimenting with new things and doing them, as long as it doesn't cross his boundaries or could hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Even with all the wear and tear on his body, Hentzau can usually last two rounds. Making you cum at least twice before his one round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a no.

It gives him a deep sense of pride that he's the only one who can turn you into a complete whimpering, shaking, and fucked out mess.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hentzau loves teasing you, whether it be whispering in your ear, a light touch here or there, a subtle squeeze on your hip, dragging a claw along your skin, or a hand high on your thigh under the table when you two have dinner with Kami’en and Amalie.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hentzau is quiet, but he will praise and tease you during sex.

You mostly feel his groans in his chest but every now and then you’ll hear groans in your ear. He gets a bit more vocal when he is close to cumming or it's been a while.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hentzau hates spending winters above ground but in your shared home with a fire roaring in, lying on the couch with you on his chest, arms around you, class tracing a pattern on your back through your thick sleep shirt, and kissing the top of your head as you drift off. He learns to hate them a little less.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We know Hentzau is a big guy, and my personal headcanon is the average for Goyls is that they're a decent bit longer and much thicker than the human average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hentzau has a decent sex drive. He's ready whenever you are and initiates some of the time. But he's just as content just spending time with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it's a quickie, he usually has to rush out the door.

If you came to his office at the palace he can't go to sleep. If he took too much out of you he’ll let you sleep on the couch in the office.

At home, once you're satisfied and comfortable, he will pull you into his chest and cuddle you. If he's tired he’ll fall asleep but if not he’ll just lay there watching you sleep.

#hentzau #hentzau x reader smut #reckless #mirror world #this is fantastic #happy Easter to me!

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goylempire · 28 days

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Yearn.

NSFW. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3000. Not edited.

Hentzau and his human. The first time.

The inn on the outskirts of Vena wasn’t the most appealing place to be. The hallways smelled of mildew and spilled liquor, several door frames were splintered where they had been victims of fists, and the people who passed her always made her pull the cloak she wore tighter around her. Despite all of this, she couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be. At the end of the second-floor hallway, in the very last room, Hentzau waited for her.

Room 238 always seemed to be available for them whenever Hentzau asked her to meet him. She would never admit how often she would check their secret message drop off spots. They had several just in case they were caught at one. She had wondered if he checked them as often as she did. She’d never asked. She wasn’t sure he would give her an answer if she did. He had a way of quickly diverting her attention to something different if he wanted to avoid a topic.

She slid the heavy brass key into the lock and turned the knob. The creaking of the door always felt ominous, and she feared that one day he wouldn’t be waiting for her on the other side. Would he tell her if he no longer wished to see her? Would she hear of his death if something were to happen to him? Surely, it would be in the papers if the King’s right-hand man died, but the fear of never knowing still clawed its way through her subconscious.

Today wouldn’t be that day, though.

Hentzau sat at the small table by the window. His ankle was crossed over his knee, his back was straight and tense, and the gold of his right eye seemed to hold the same questions of “what if” that stirred in her brain and chest. She so wanted to ask him what she was to him, but the fear of pushing him away kept the words from spilling from her mouth. Instead, she simply smiled at him and locked the door behind her.

“I was afraid I had given you too short notice to meet me here today,” he said as she made her way to him.

Shaking her head, she took the seat beside him.

“You’re in luck that I had to make a stop by the bakery,” she told him. “I might not have thought to check the hollowed tree if I hadn’t been so close to it.”

He hummed in response, but she got the feeling that he knew better. His shoulders relaxed just slightly as she placed her palm in the hand he had extended to her. He didn’t grasp it instantly, but let his fingers dance gently along her much softer skin.

“How have things been at your job? This is your second week there, yes?” he asked.

She nodded and fought back the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his fingers ghosting along her wrist.

“It’s going well, but it’s been much busier than I thought it would be. We’ve gotten in an order for a wedding party. It’s not a very large one, but I’ve never made a formal gown before, so I’m a bit nervous.”

Hentzau nodded, but it didn’t seem like he was really all that curious about her job. He seemed more distracted than usual. Had something happened?

“I am sure you’ll do fine,” he told her.

The backs of his claws were cold as they ran along the sensitive skin of the bend of her arm. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t often that his hands would stray far from hers. Her soft skin was something he had to readapt to every time they met, but tonight, it was almost as if her skin was the most fascinating thing he’d ever come across.

“I’ve thought about you all week.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was as if the words were something forbidden that would break this peace they had found.

“I thought about you, too,” she admitted.

The ghost of a smile flickered across his face before he reined it back in.

“Have you?” he questioned, looking away from where his hands still traveled along her skin and up to her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Every day. Most of the day.”

It was almost unsettling how calm his face was. How unmoving his expression was as his eyes bore into hers as if he was searching for any sign of deception. Any sign that she was stringing him along for the hell of it. He was risking his entire reputation being here with her, but he couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t leave this room and her and all their talks and secret kisses and the closest thing he’d had to normalcy since Kami’en had become king.

His hand moved from her arm to her face. His large hand cupped her jaw as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into his touch. These moments were so rare. Being openly affectionate was not something the commander was used to, and she reveled in the fact that those walls seemed to have come down if only for this moment. If only for this one night.

The touch of his lips against hers almost startled her away from him, but he held her to him. She had never thought that a person who was known for such harsh things could be so gentle or that stone lips could be more delicate than the finest silks in the shop she worked in.

The soft moan that was heard by only his ears was all it took for him to pull her roughly from her own chair and closer to him. His tongue slid past her lips and brushed against hers as if it hungered for the noises that hid in the depths of her soul.

“When your days were spent thinking of me, where did your thoughts go?” he asked when they parted. Their faces still so close together that she could count the shades of gold in his eyes even with his pupils blown wide. “Where did you allow them to go?”

Heat rose to her cheeks at the question. “What exactly are you asking me?”

He let out a short, breathy laugh. Her embarrassment was almost answer enough.

“Do you want to know what I thought about when my mind wandered to you?” he asked. “Do you want to know the thoughts that found me late into the night in my tent? The thoughts that kept me awake and kept me alive on the battlefield?”

She swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Use your words,” he demanded.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Please, tell me what you thought of.”

He ran his fingers through her hair and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. His warm breath felt like a phantom promise on her neck.

“I thought about the feel of your hands in mine and wondered if the rest of your body was just as warm. I imagined what it would be like to be with you in your bed with your body pressed to mine. In the darkness around me, I thought about the noises you’d make as I made you mine over and over again. If you would let me-”

“Yes.”

Pulling back to look her in the eyes, he let out a steady breath.

“What?” he questioned as if he hadn’t heard her correctly.

She brushed her fingers along the cracked skin of his cheek. For the first time, her touch didn't make him flinch.

“Make me yours,” she told him. “I want you to make me yours.”

He pulled them both to their feet, his hands deep in her hair. The heat of his mouth devoured any noises that thought about trying to escape her lips. The grey uniform bunched in her fists as she pressed into him as he walked her backward toward the bed. Her legs hit the edge of the mattress, but his large hands grasped her waist to stop her from falling onto it.

Breathlessly, he pulled his lips from hers.

“You are certain? This is what you want?” he asked.

“Yes. I want you,” she said. “More than anything.”

He ran his hand up her sides and made quick work of untying the laces on the back of her dress. The cold air kissed the exposed skin of her back, leaving chill bumps in its wake. She wasted no time shoving the sleeves past her arms and dropping the fabric in a pool at their feet. Hentzau said nothing as he stared at her like a wolf gazing down its next meal as she stood there exposed from the waist up. The scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.

His lips were on hers again as he gently pushed her to the mattress. She kicked her boots from her feet. A soft thud echoing in the air around them. Her fingers stumbled over the buttons on his uniform as she tugged the grey fabric open. For the first time, she noticed the absence of his ever-present weapons belt. Had he anticipated the night going this way? Had he discarded it from his body in hopes that her naked form would be below his?

She decided it didn’t quite matter where the hell his weapons were as his tongue slid down the side of her jaw and along her neck. His mouth latched on to the sensitive skin above her collar bone. Her body instinctively arched into his as his teeth bit into her soft flesh. It would leave a mark. It would scream to the world that she was his in a way that words never could. Even if she could tell people about him.

Tossing the grey jacket and undershirt to the floor, she drank in the sight of the gorgeous stone in front of her. To her, the jasper of his skin was more precious and more valuable than any diamonds in any world. Near his heart, a paler brown mark with a design not unlike spider webbing caught her eye. She recognized it instantly. It was that wound that had led her to help him. To try to save his life. She had never imagined that just months later that she would be ripping his jacket open for any other reason than to stop the clear blood pouring from his skin.

Rough hands glided up her sides and to her breasts. A moan ripped through her as clawed fingers pulled on hardened nipples. Locking her legs around his waist, she pulled him flush to her. Any space between them was too much.

The groan in his chest vibrated through her body as he ground his clothed erection against her core.

“Take these off,” she whined, reaching for his belt.

“You first,” he mumbled into her neck.

Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, he ripped them from her body. He kissed his way down her body, his knees settling on the hardwood floors of the hotel room. Grasping her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He parted her legs and gazed at her cunt like it was a new weapon he desperately wanted to learn to wield before he leaned forward and ran his tongue through her folds.

“Fuuuck,” she breathed, arching her hips.

Hentzau hummed in agreement against her. She could feel the smirk on his face as he continued his assault on her entrance before dragging his tongue to her clit. Sharp claws dug into the sensitive skin above her hip bones just enough to hold her still but hard enough to warn her that it would hurt if she tried to move again.

Her eyes met his as he latched his mouth onto the bundle of nerves. The golden irises glowing like a wolf’s as it devoured its prey. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep the tortured noises in her throat. She knew these walls were thin, and she didn’t exactly want the entire inn to know what they were doing in here. Even if it wasn’t uncommon to hear the moans and bedsprings of one night stands echoing throughout the halls.

But that wasn’t acceptable to the jasper Goyl who would happily die between her thighs. He had thought for so long that a soldier’s death on the battlefield was the only way he would desire to leave this world, but right here, right now… she could suffocate him with her thighs, and he would thank her for it. The smell and taste of her sent his senses to a state of euphoria, and all he needed was to hear the desperate noises she was trying so hard to keep from him. He yearned to bury himself deep within her and take whatever she was willing to give him, but first, he would make sure she was good and ready.

Her gasp turned into a wanton moan as he dug his claws slightly deeper into her skin. The burn of them and the unyielding motion of his tongue on her clit was hall it took to send her over the edge. The noise that ripped through her sounded like akin to a wounded animal as it echoed around them. He growled against her already overly-stimulated clit.

“Please… fuck. Hentzau, please.” She grabbed the back of his neck and tried to pull her away from her.

He moved over her. His arms caged her in under him as he licked her juices from his lips.

“‘Please,’ what?” he smirked.

“I need you. I need you in me,” she whined. “Please.”

She felt more than heard the groan in his chest before he pulled away to undo the leather belt. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as he kicked his boots aside shoved his pants ungracefully down, his cock springing free of its cloth prison. Licking her lips, she reached a hand out to stroke him, but he caught her by the wrist before she could make contact.

“Next time, I’ll let you touch me however you wish,” he said, his voice gravelly and accent thicker than she’d ever heard it. “But you told me to make you mine, and that’s what I’m going to do tonight.”

As he loomed over her, she thought how she should be scared that the man known as the king’s jasper bloodhound had her at his mercy, but damn it, all she could think was how fucking gorgeous he was and how loud her heart was in her chest. How could he be so composed when she felt like she was about to come out of her body if he didn’t have his hands on her immediately.

He nodded toward the top of the still made bed where the pillows rested, and she scrambled backward to get where he wanted her.

He smiled. “Such a good girl. You take orders well for your commander. That’s good to know.”

Her face warmed at the praise, but she’d do anything to be his good girl forever.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded as he climbed onto the bed with her.

Kneeling between her parted thighs, he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as his erection rubbed against her entrance. He broke the kiss to bite down on her shoulder as he pushed into her. The strangled gasp from his lover all but driving him forward deeper into her until he was completely sheathed inside.

Heavy breathing and the timpani drum beating of their hearts were the only sounds that filled the room around them as he gave her time to adjust to the size of him. She was as warm and as tight as he had imagined those nights in his tent where he only had his fist for company. The nights where he had bitten his bottom lip until it bled to keep her name from the ears of the other soldiers.

She needed him to move. She needed to feel the drag of his cock along her inner walls. She needed him to fuck her so hard into this mattress that there would be no mistaking the sound the headboard slamming into the walls for anything other than what it was.

His hoarse growl echoed in her ear as she squeezed around him. His hips jerked backward only to slam back into her. There would be times for gentle love making later, but tonight he would mark her in any way he could. She would feel him for days as she walked to the market or sat down to work on gowns at the shop. She would feel the ghosts of his hands on her breasts and thighs and see the claw marks left on her sensitive skin.

She was his. Not just some distraction from the chaos that followed him everywhere he went. Not just a friend who he could destroy at chess. Not just some human girl who had found him wounded like some animal in a trap. She was his.

She chanted his name like a prayer as she tightened her arms around him. His hand snuck between them to rub at her clit as his pace began to become more and more erratic as he chased his approaching high.

She came first, squeezing around him, back arching off the bed to meet his thrusts. He followed right after with a low groan into her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. He didn’t know how he could leave her tonight. Not when he knew what tomorrow held. Not when he didn’t know how long he would be gone. But he would be back, and he didn’t have to leave until morning. He’d ride out with the dawn, but tonight, she was his. And he was hers… for however long she was willing to have him.

#reckless series #hentzau #goyl #hentzau and his human #I don't usually write smut...but I tried!#I am half asleep and just praying there is nothing too goofy in this #not edited #Valentine writes BS #yeah I skipped X #I'll get back to it later lol

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