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goylempire · 1 year

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Mercy.

Word count: 587

Warnings: NSFW suggestive - no actual smut - but still...not for minors.

There were just some things that Hentzau would never do. Begging for mercy was one of those things.

The evening had started simple enough. They were having dinner at the palace as they often did. Kami’en frequently asked Hentzau to bring his fiancé to dine with them. It was a good excuse for Kami’en not to have to dine with Amalie alone. He and Hentzau could discuss whatever political matter was going on in the world while she was bribed to talk to Amalie…more like she was bribed to listen to Amalie.

They weren’t the only ones who had been invited tonight. Several high ranking military personnel sat around the large dining table. Hentzau’s lover would much rather had been talking to them than listening to Amalie complain about the way the chef had cut her lamb. She tried to tune the Empress out, but it was like trying to ignore a fly buzzing in your ear, and damn it, she was growing bored.

She glanced around the table to make sure no one had their attention on her. They didn’t. They were all focused on whatever Draevyn was saying about a report he had received about Albion. Including Hentzau.

Good.

She kept her eyes locked on the Empress and made sure the fake smile on her face was believable. As far as anyone was concerned, her attention was strictly on whatever the doll-faced ruler in front of her was saying. Leaning just slightly to her left, she brushed he hand along her lover’s thigh. He didn’t look over at her, but she felt him tense under her fingertips. The fake smile plastered on her face became genuine as she felt him shift in his seat. How far could she take this without the others catching on?

There was only one way to find out.

She moved her fingers closer to the inside of his thigh and began to draw patterns along the sensitive part of his leg. She started by mimicking the flowers on the Empress’s dress. Then her own name. Then his. Her fingers creeping farther up as she went.

Hentzau’s focus had left the Albion conversation. He kept his eyes on the others surrounding them, but all his mind could think about was what he was going to do to her when they got home. She knew better than to tease him like this. Especially in front of his friends. He kept his face neutral and hoped that no one would ask him his opinion on the topic at hand. Chancing a glance at her, he noticed the rise and fall of her chest growing a bit more rapid. She may have done this to get a rise out of him, but she forgot one very important thing. Goyl sense of smell was so much stronger than a human’s, and everyone here would know what she was doing to him, and herself, if she didn’t stop soon.

He shifted in his seat slightly and grabbed her wrist. The tip of his thumb’s claw lingered on her soft flesh right above the vein. A warning. He’d never hurt her, but it was best for her to remember who she had fallen in love with. It was good to remember just who she was teasing with those delicate fingers of hers.

He wouldn’t ask her for mercy, but by the end of night, she’d be begging him for it, and only when he saw the first light of dawn, would he consider giving in to her.

Part two - Night

#day 13 #hentzau x reader #hentzau x his human #reckless series #mirrorworld #mirrorworld series #emilyvalentine writes bs #a-z #not edited #will I ever write actual smut?#maybe

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goylempire · 1 year

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Emotion.

It was often said that Goyl emotions were impossible to read.

word count: 164

@the-bastard-and-the-pup and I have talked about reading Goyl emotions more than once, so, naturally, it was my first thought for ‘E.’

It was often said that Goyl emotions were impossible to read. Their faces nothing more than expressionless stone masks. It was true that most Goyl gave very little away when it came to how they were feeling, but Hentzau’s lover had learned to read him. He had become as familiar to her as a passage from her favorite book. She had come to the conclusion that those who found Goyl unreadable must not have ever truly tried to read them.

She knew by the way Hentzau flexed his left hand that he was irritated or someone had annoyed him. She knew by the way he picked at his claws that he was stressed and over-thinking, and when his jaw tightened, she knew he was trying to swallow his impatience. Most of all, she knew how his pupils would all but consume his irises when he was happy.

No, the Goyl weren’t unreadable if one tried hard enough to learn the language of the individual.

#Hentzau x his human #mirrorworld #goyl #day 5 #a-z

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goylempire · 1 year

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The Day After

Sleep deprived writings of a Hentzau fan -

Hentzau x his human/reader

word count - almost 1200 words

warnings: I don’t think any.

A pale, yellow haze lit the room with a comforting warmness as the sun began its daily ascent into the sky. She’d forgotten to pull the black out curtains closed last night. They never stayed until morning. They’d met several times on the outskirts of town in the same inn that always made her want to bathe as soon as she left it. Always the same room. She had meant to ask him if he had paid off the owner for it always be available for him. Had he ever brought anyone else here? She didn’t feel like he had, but she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

If people knew she had been sneaking to an inn to meet Hentzau, they’d all jump straight to the assumption that she was sleeping with him. Which, until last night, wasn’t even close to the truth. Their meetings mainly consisted of them sitting around and discussing what had been going on in their lives while they had been apart. They talked about their families. What they were like as children. The differences in their cultures. He would occasionally bring up the war or something about the army or some crazy thing one of his soldiers did. He often sounded like an exasperated parent when he talked about them, but his stories about their antics always made her more aware of how similar the Goyl and humans were.

He would gently run his fingers along her hands while they spoke. Just the ghost of a touch at first. She would act as if she didn’t notice the slight flinch of…was it disgust? She liked to think it was just adapting to a new sensation, but she wasn’t ignorant to the fact that most Goyl were usually disgusted by the softness of humans. They had kissed several times since that night in the woods, but it still seemed to take him time to prepare himself before every one of them. She had wondered if it would always be like this? Would there ever be a time where he would be able to kiss her without first having to re-acquaint himself with the feel of her.

Last night had started out like all the others. Simple pleasantries. Sitting across from each other at the little table near the window as if they had gathered for tea and not some secret…whatever this was. They had never put a title on what they were. Would he consider them friends? Had the kisses they’d stolen from one another made them something more than that? Or was she merely still just a distraction? He had become more to her than just a friend. She thought about him more and more often. She worried for him more than she had worried for anyone. If she were to ask him to define what this was, would it scare him off? Would it shatter their little happy world they had created in this dingy hotel room?

As they discussed her job at the seamstress’s shop she lived above, his light touches to her hands moved up her arms to gently caress her face. At one time, she had imaged his hands to be smooth like polished stone, but she could feel every crack in them like the calluses of a laborer. They weren’t unpleasant. They were a reminder of how hard he fought every day. A reminder of how easily her could kill her if he wanted.

His thumb brushed across her bottom lip before he leaned in to kiss her.

What had started out so innocent had turned to hunger and desperation much faster than she had ever thought possible. Now, here she was bathed in the first touch of dawn while lying next to him. Neither of them spoke. It felt like words may break this peace that hung around them. Instead, she settled on watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. She counted the shades of brown across his bare skin, and not for the first time, decided that the colors of his skin may be her favorite.

As the sunlight grew brighter, she knew that goodbye was waiting just a few seconds away.

“You may not see me for a while,” his voice came out in a whisper. His fingers moved through her hair as he brushed it from her face. “I leave today to go on a mission for the King. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Will it be dangerous?” she asked, moving closer to absorb just a little more of his warmth.

“Every mission is dangerous when you’re a Goyl above ground,” he told her. A light smile graced his face. She wished she got to see it more often. “But it’s nothing I won’t be able to handle.”

He reached to the side of the bed and pulled something from the night stand.

“I wanted to give this to you,” he said, handing her a rectangular box about the length of her elbow to the tips of her fingers. He nodded toward it. “Open it.”

A simple dagger with a jasper handle rested within the box. The blade didn’t look like any type of steel she had ever seen but it looked sharp enough to cut through anything. Even Goyl skin.

“It is customary to begin a courtship with the gifting of a dagger. This one has been in my family for a long time. When my mother died, it fell into my possession.” He scanned her face for any reaction, but her face gave away very little of what she was thinking. Her wide eyes could have been shock or rejection.

“I had meant to give it to you sooner, but…” he hesitated. “I wasn’t sure that you felt the same way for me.”

Running her fingers along the flat side of the blade, she smiled.

“Is there supposed to be anything given in return?” she asked.

“I do not expect a physical gift in return,” he said. “I just wanted to…solidify our relationship. I’d also feel better about you having it with you for protection.”

“And to think we usually just give each other flowers,” she said with a laugh.

He scoffed. “You can’t fight off enemies with a flower.”

Placing the lid back onto the box, she kissed him again and hoped that he was wrong about it being a while before she saw him again. There were rumors of Therese wanting to make a treaty. If that were true, whatever mission the King was sending Hentzau on might not take as long. If the war was over, he would be able to come back sooner she hoped. For now, she wouldn’t worry about that. Her only concern would be to steal as many moments with him as she could before he had to button up his uniform and leave her with alone with only the memories of last night and a jasper handled dagger.

#Hentzau x reader #hentzau x his human #I just wanted to write and this is what you guys get #mirrorworld series #hentzau #reckless series

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goylempire · 1 year

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Night.

Directly following Mercy. It’s just smut.

Warning: Minors DNI. I don’t write smut, so this probably sucks. No pun intended. But, I thought I’d try my hand at it! So, here you go. Absolutely zero editing.

Hentzu x his human.

The night leaked through the tall windows of their bedroom like a dark phantom. The golden iris of his right eye seemed to glow in the moonlight as he stared down at her. She’d known that he’d be frustrated at her. Annoyed, maybe even a little angry, but she hadn’t expected his anger to last this long. Her throat was dry and her body ached after being denied yet another release.

“Say it again,” he all but growled at her.

She licked her lips and tried to force some saliva into her mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. His grip on her hips tightened. His claws dug into her flesh, and she relished in the cold burn they inflicted on her. He, however, had grown impatient.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant Hentzau, for teasing you in front of your friends and co-workers.” She corrected herself. “And I am sorry that they all found out that I had gotten you aroused while you were supposed to be listening to them.”

Kami’en had noticed first after Hentzau had tried to nonchalantly readjust himself. The smirk on the King’s face had made Hentzau want to excuse himself and her right then and there, but if he was completely honest with himself, he was curious to see how far she’d let her hand wander up. He had wondered just how brave she was feeling. He was going to make her pay for it regardless, but how much? That was up to her.

They had all seen the bulge in Hentzau’s pants as they had made their way from the dining room. He’d overheard the joke made by Draevyn, and he had decided then that the problem she created would have to be dealt with now. He wasn’t walking home with his cock throbbing in his pants.

Grabbing her wrist more roughly than he’d meant to, he led her to an empty hallway and into a shadowed alcove. There wasn’t a lot of space, but there was enough for what he planned for. She looked up at him through her lashes. She hadn’t even attempted to hide her smirk.

“Is there a problem, love?”

He pushed her against the wall behind her, his arms on either side of her head.

“Yes, one of your doing.” He stepped closer. His face mere inches from hers. “And you’re going to fix it. Get on your knees.”

Her eyebrows shot up, and her jaw dropped slightly. She knew when she started this little game that he’d get her back, but this was not what she was expecting. She glanced toward the hallway.

“On. Your. Knees,” Hentzau gritted through his teeth.

She let her back slide down the stone wall behind her. The fabric of her dress bunched under her and cushioned her knees from the cold, hard floor. Regardless of the tone coming from her lover, she knew she could leave at any time, but the thought of doing something like this in a place that anyone could walk past was almost enough to make her reach for the buckle on his belt herself.

Grasping her hair in one hand, he pulled her head back so that she was looking up at him. An unspoken question lingered behind his eyes.

“Did you get me down here just to look at me, Sir?”

An angry snarl was her only answer until his grip on her hair tightened, and he used his free hand to undo his belt and pull his cock free.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

She didn’t hesitate to comply. He grabbed her jaw with the hand not in her hair and forced her mouth open more before lining the tip of his dick to her waiting mouth and thrusting his hips forward. She fought the urge to gag when he hit the back of her throat.

He kept his eyes on hers as he fucked into her mouth. Hentzau knew that this wouldn’t take long. She’d done her best to work him into an aching mess for her before they’d even left the dining table. Even after his warning, she'd kept up her little game. It had taken more willpower than ever to keep his face neutral as she ran her fingers along his clothed member.

He hadn’t expected her to enjoy this as much as she was. Her pupils were blown wide and her hands gripped onto the back of his thighs – not to stop him, but just to support herself as he used her. His claws scraped against her scalp, and it would be a miracle if he didn’t rip her hair out from the force of his grasp.

Biting his lower lip, he choked back the moan threatening to spill past his lips. No one would say anything to them if they were caught, but the whispers around the palace would be constant about it for days. Kami’en would just laugh. The guards had seen the King in much more compromising positions than the one Hentzau and his human were in now.

His hips stuttered as she moaned around him. His left palm slammed against the stone wall as he felt his orgasm wrack through his body. She swallowed every bit of him he gave her.

He had then taken her home and kept his word. She was near tears as he had her so close to toppling over the edge. He had denied her of her own orgasm seven times already, and she was willing to do just about anything for relief.

“Beg for it.”

And she did.

#Hentzau x his human #day 14 #a-z #mirrorworld #Hentzau #goyl

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goylempire · 1 year

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Jasper

Hentzau and his human.

In all of that hoping and dreaming, she hadn’t expected to find Hentzau.

word count: 204

When she left her small village to travel to the city, she had dreamed of how her life would be. She dreamed of a fresh start, a bright, new beginning, and a life she could look back on with zero regrets. In all of that hoping and dreaming, she hadn’t expected to find Hentzau. When she had helped the wounded jasper Goyl on her journey to a new life, she had only done what she felt was right. As she bandaged his wounds, she had no clue that he was the key to everything she had ever dared to hope for.

Now, lying next to that very same jasper Goyl, she hated to think of a life that didn’t have him in it. How different would things be for her now if she hadn’t taken that route? What if she’d waited a day before leaving? Would fate still have brought them together? Were they always destined to be together, or was the road she traveled that day the only one that led her to him and to this incredible life he had given her?

Whatever the answer, she was so happy that her days were filled with him and that her nights bled jasper.

#hentzau x his human #hentzau #mirrorworld series #mirrorworld #day 10 #a-z #emilyvalentine writes bs #I didn't want to use jasper because it felt too obvious #but nothing else was working for me #I started four other pieces with different J words #but jasper won

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goylempire · 1 year

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“Touch her, and you’re going to wish you were dead.”

Hentzau x reader

Some guy in a bar tries to put his hands on Hentzau’s human after she told him to back off. Our jasper bloodhound wasn’t going to let it happen.

Warnings: breaking of bones. A nasty man making unwanted advances.

Wordcount- 1029

Shadows danced along the walls in the dim glow of the oil lamps. Whiskey and mildew mixed a noxious smell in the air, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Goyl in the pub. If she wanted to vomit, she knew they had to be on the verge of spewing whatever was in their system across the floor.

What kind of contact did Hentzau have to meet in a place like this? She didn’t question his work. She didn’t question when he stepped into a side room with a cloaked figure. She didn’t complain when they had to stop in…less than desirable locations. This, however, was a lot worse than most other places they’d stopped at. Trying to disappear into the darkness, she took a step backward into the corner.

A fast moving, small furry creature brushed against her ankle, and she regretted, not for the first time since walking through the door, not waiting in the carriage. She’d been in that thing for days and nothing had sounded better than stretching her legs. Now all she wanted was fresh air.

She felt the man’s eyes on her before she saw him. His confident, drunken swagger made her roll her eyes. He was either coming to make some awful attempt at flirting or coming to try to rob her. She wasn’t sure which sounded worse.

Propping against the wall beside her, he leaned toward her and grinned.

“Don’t worry, beautiful, we’ll get you away from him and somewhere safe.”

His warm breath stank of whiskey and decay. Forcing down the bile rising in her throat, she side-stepped away from him.

“I can assure you that I do not need to ‘get away from him,’” she said, still not looking at man. “Now, if you could please step away from me, it would be appreciated.”

He let out a condescending laugh.

“Ah, c’mon now, doll.” He stepped in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. “I’m just trying to help you. The stone-faces are dangerous, and even if you was one of those girls who wanted to fuck one, I know you wouldn’t choose one as ugly as that.”

Her blood was like lava beneath her skin. Was this how Hentzau felt all the time? Was this the kind of rage he had to fight to extinguish? It was as if a wildfire had filled her veins. How dare this idiotic, filthy man say such things to her. Did he really think he had something to offer her? Did he really think she would want him over Hentzau?

The man lifted a dirty hand as if to caress her face.

“Touch her, and you’re going to wish you were dead.”

Hentzau’s voice was rougher than the jagged mountain rocks of his home, and it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever been blessed with.

The man’s face contorted. With anger or disgust, she wasn’t sure. He straightened his back and turned to face Hentzau. He was a head shorter than the jasper Goyl, but he seemed to have it in his head that he could take her fiancé in a fight. She didn’t know if the man was just that stupid or if he was confident that the other drunk humans in the pub would come to his aid.

“Oh yeah? And what the hell are you goin’ to-”

If the rest of the patrons hadn’t been watching them, the agonizing scream of the human man got their attention. His fist had barely been drawn back before Hentzau had lunged. Grabbing the man by the arm, he’d twisted him, pinned him against the wall, and broken the man’s hand.

Chair legs scraped against the wooden floor as one of the other men came to help the human man, but Hentzau was fast and already had his pistol drawn and aimed at the other man’s head, stopping him in his tracks.

“Shall I break your other hand?” Hentzau growled into the ear of the filthy man pinned to the wall. “Maybe then you’ll be able to leave women alone when they tell you to.”

“I’m sorry,” the man whined out. His face tear-stained. “I’m sorry.”

Hentzau released his hold on the human and stepped back, shaking his head in disgust. The man gripped his broken fingers in the palm of his good hand and tried to straighten again.

“Pathetic,” Hentzau snarled. He punched the human in the gut and watched as the man crumpled on the ground in front of his boots.

The room was quiet except for the pained whimpering of the man on the floor. All eyes were on Hentzau.

“It would be in your best interest to go back to your own business,” he said. His voice calm but with a hot edge it. “Unless you want to end up as a blubbering mess on the floor as well.”

No one made an attempt to stop her or Hentzau as they made their way through the pub. Hentzau’s pistol was still in his hand, ready to put a bullet in any one who would try to harm them.

As the door closed behind them, any noise from within the horrid place died out. She took a deep inhale of the fresh air. Thank, God.

“Are you okay?” Hentzau asked, placing the pistol back in his weapon’s belt. “I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him.

“You didn’t frighten me. I’m glad you did that. He deserved it, and hopefully those broken bones will remind him to keep his hands to himself in the future.”

She squeezed him a little tighter.

“Besides, it was kind of sexy to see you overpower him like that.”

Hentzau laughed. “Hmm. Shall I go break something else of his?”

She shook her head. “I think his hand and his pride are enough.”

He placed a kiss to the top of her head before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leading her away from the dingy pub. If they planned to stop anywhere else on the way back to Vena, she was definitely going to wait in the carriage.

#hentzau x reader #hentzau #mirrorworld #mirrorworld series #reckless series #goyl #book husband #emily writes bs #hentzau x his human

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goylempire · 1 year

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For Today

This has been in the “Hentzau” folder on my computer for over a year. I just could not get through it, but I at last completed it! So, after an entire year, here is part 4 of how Hentzau and his human got together!

Did I edit it? You should all know me well enough to know that I did not.

Word count:997

warnings: none. maybe some mild cursing. mentions of war.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The pale light coming through the grimy windows did little to make the room feel warm. Moth eaten curtains swayed in the early morning breeze leaking through a broken pane of glass. This cottage may not have belonged to one of the child-eating witches, but it still made Hentzau uneasy. She had told him that the witch who had lived here moved to the city years ago to help try to heal patients during the cholera epidemic. It had been abandoned ever since. She had only found it by mistake on her journey to visit her friend.

Turning away from the daylight, he moved to the dark side of the room where a small table with two chairs waited in the shadows. He turned the small wooden chair to face the door. How quickly would she be able to get away?

He knew he shouldn’t be here. The Goyl army would be moving on tonight. They would be moving closer to Vena. It would be the smart thing to do to tell her he couldn’t see her after today. This had all been some stupid yearning that couldn’t continue. These next few battles could determine the outcome of this war. How would she feel when she was so close to the war herself? When she could smell the smoke as they burned the dead humans. Hear the cries of the wounded? How would she feel about this secret they were sharing when war became more of a reality for her and he killed the people whose skin looked like hers?

He knew he had to end it, but it would be so easy not to. She was moving toward Vena herself, and it would be even easier to meet her discreetly on the outskirts of the city.

The air smelt stale and lonely as if this little cottage was desperate for a new life. Dust clung to the surface of the table so thickly he could have written a letter to her on it. What would he say if he did?

Coming here was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I have come to my senses. – H.

He stared at the table and debated writing just those words, but before he could lift his hand, the front door creaked open. The early rays of sunlight illuminated her in the doorway. She ran her hands along the length of her skirt as if to knock dust from it. Not that it would do any good in this place.

She smiled when she looked up at him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone genuinely smiled at him or the last time someone was sincerely happy to see him. He hated to admit it, but it was nice.

She made her way across the dingy floor and sat down beside him.

“I bet this place was beautiful when it was full of life,” she said, scanning the room.

Hentzau hummed in response, but he didn’t look at her. He wasn’t sure what to say anymore. How did he tell her that all of this was just a stupid decision made from loneliness when she smiled at him like he was the most important thing in the world.

She propped her elbows on the dusty table and angled her body to face him.

“You left so suddenly the other night. I honestly wasn’t expecting to hear from you again,” she said, seeking his eyes.

He hadn’t expected to contact her again either, but she was a drug and he couldn’t help chasing the high she gave him. He’d fought addiction in the past and won, but he was tired of fighting. He was tired of this war, tired of the pain, and tired of being lonely.

“It hadn’t been my plan to contact you. I don’t…” he started. He took a deep breath. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

She smirked. “What are you looking for?”

He wished he knew. Hentzau had never struggled with words as much as he was in this dilapidated cottage.

“I just…you’re a nice distraction. I don’t have to plan battles with you. I don’t have to look at you and wonder if you’re going to die next to me on a battlefield. I can just exist with you.”

She looked at him with a deep pity that only humans could emote. He hated it. He didn’t want pity. He chose this life. He’d choose it again and again every day. It was just…

“It gets old being around war and war meetings and soldiers all day. There isn’t anything calm. Even when we’re not in battle or meetings and just in the camp, its still a mass of grey uniforms. And you can’t forget that on any given day, you might be fighting for your life. It gets old.”

She nodded and placed her hands in her lap.

“So, you just want someone to take your mind off of the chaos?” she asked.

He didn’t respond.

“I don’t mind being that,” she told him. “When we’re together, we can pretend you’re not an officer in the Goyl Army. You can just be Hentzau, and I’ll be me. No expectations. No mentions of battles unless you choose to speak about it. Just two people with clean slates and open minds. How does that sound?”

It sounded…unbelievable. Hentzau knew this was relationship, whatever kind it was, was doomed to shatter like window struck by a bullet. Would he be that bullet that destroyed her? Or would she be his? He didn’t have the answer, but damn it, he didn’t care at this moment. He would end this. Soon. But for today, in this decaying shell of a home, he would let himself say that he could be more than just an officer in the Goyl Army. For today, he would try to find who he was without that title and uniform. For today, he would pretend that he could still believe in a happy ending.

#Hentzau x his human #Hentzau #Mirrorworld series #not very happy with this one #but that's okay!#He really just needed some love #because I'm not sure he is aware of how to hug #does he have to be taught to hug?#I have a feeling he will definitely be the bullet to shatter my window in book 5 #but for today I will pretend that he will survive the series #reckless

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goylempire · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet - Hentzau

18+ only - Minors DNI.

Warnings: very brief mention of child loss (not the reader’s). cursing. not edited.

I don’t typically write anything nsfw, so this wasn’t the easiest for me! But here it is all the same haha

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

He may be grumpy as hell 93% of the time, but he’s super attentive and thoughtful with aftercare. He will check in with his partner and make sure they’re okay. Need water? Stay there, he’ll get it. He’ll gently clean you up before holding you close to him. This is the only time he will fully let his guard down. Enjoy it.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

After getting over his *ew. gross. soft, human skin* thing, he really likes his partner’s hands. The way they run across his shoulders and back in the heat of the moment. The way they reach for him after he’s spent time teasing his partner. He can feel the ghost of your fingers dancing across his skin long afterward.

His favorite of his are probably his arms. This man is strong, and he likes to remind you of that when he picks you up and takes you where he wants you.

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

If you’re afab, he will cum anywhere but inside of you. He’s not risking you getting pregnant. He’s not going to risk your life during the birth of a child who, if past human/goyl babies are anything to go by, won’t live longer than a few days after birth. He doesn’t have a fairy on his side to keep you and the baby alive.

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

He keeps a rather revealing photograph of you with him. You know about it, but no one else does. If anything can make him get through a mission faster, it’s one look at that photograph.

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

With other Goyl? He’s definitely experienced. He’s had more one-night stands than he will ever admit to. With humans? He had zero experience until you. He’s a super-fast learner, though. You may have some scars because he forgets in the moment that human skin is ridiculously fragile.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Any that gives him full control. I do think he’d like missionary, though. He likes to see you fall apart under him.

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

He takes everything in his life seriously. Sexual intimacy is no different.

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

We are still struggling with Goyl hair in general in this fandom. I’m going to just go with my gut feeling that they don’t have any hair in those areas.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He’s not a romantic. He never will be, but he will try every once in a while, but that’s only because he let someone get in his head. He’s not one for ‘romantic gestures,’ so you won’t ever have rose petals leading to the bedroom or whatever else someone (probably Kami’en) tried to talk him into.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

It’s rare that he does. He usually doesn’t have time or a lot of privacy. This man keeps busy.

“I don’t have time to be horny! Fucking spies are trying to kill Kami’en, and he hasn’t hired better bodyguards yet!”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes his s/o to be more submissive in bed. If you refer to him as “Sir” or “Lieutenant,” it’ll get him going so fast.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He likes to keep his personal life private, so he prefers to do it at home. Where at home? Doesn’t matter. Bed. Sofa. Against the dining room table.

Though, the time his s/o got bored waiting for him to finish paperwork and slid under his office desk to “motivate him” has stuck with him for a long time. So, he’s not ruling office sex out for the future.

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

Calling him by his rank in that voice that only you use with him. Gliding your hands across his back or up his biceps. Whispers in his ear of what you want him to do to you later (just be mindful that Goyl hearing is super strong. He may not be the only one to hear you.)

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

He would refuse to be tied up. He has been held captive before, and it brings back bad memories. He needs to be able to have full control of himself at all times.

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

He fucking loves receiving. His fist gripped in your hair as he holds you in place to fuck your mouth. Perfection. If you’re in an area where he can’t do that (like the under the desk experience above) he will still love it, but he also likes using it as a challenge for himself. Great time to work on the patience and self-control.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s just gotten home from a long mission, it’s going to be rougher and more desperate. He won’t say that he missed you, but damn it he’s going to show you. If he’s angry or someone made a comment about his age or how he’s not what he used to be, he will also be more rough and fast with it.

The only times he’s ever soft or gentle are when he has a lot of down time (because if he’s going for soft and slow, he’s taking his time.) If he thinks that something has upset you (not even him just in general) then he will be more sensual and try to make you feel loved and worshipped. Then he’s going to get you to tell him who upset you so he can go and take care of that.

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

He’s in and out of the house so much for work that quickies are a necessity if you guys want to do it. He especially loves them in the morning before he heads off to deal with the nonsense of the day.

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

I don’t see him being into experimenting a lot. If it’s something you really, really want to try, he may can be convinced. As long as it doesn’t involve humiliating him or restraining him in any way.

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

I think Goyl have better stamina than humans. He’s getting older and can’t last as long as he did before he came above ground and wrecked his body, but he’s still got a lot more to offer and for a longer time than any human man can give you.

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

I think he’d be very much against toys. He wants to be the one to make you fall apart. Just him.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He teases more than people realize, but he’s very discreet and nonchalant about it. No one notices how his hand brushes a little lower on your backside than is usually acceptable in social settings when he walks past you. Or that certain word or phrase he says that sounds so normal and calm, but he knows damn well what it does to you. His hand on your thigh under the table is a little higher up than usual. He knows you’ll get him back for it.

“You make them call you ‘Sir?’”

Good thing Goyl don’t have a noticeable blush.

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

He’s not particularly loud. You’ll feel his moans in his chest more than hear them. He’s more prone to grunts and deep throated growls.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

When he knows he’s going to be ‘home’ for a bit with his human, he keeps his claws filed short. Not just for sexual reasons, but there have been too many accidental “ah, shit. I didn’t mean to cut your arm open. Are you okay? Let me get the bandages” moments. He lets them grow long when he’s on missions. He has weapons on the tips of his fingers. The only one who he wants to keep safe from them is you.

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

Let’s just say he’s not having to compensate for anything with his saber. I’ve made jokes before about –

“…Hentzau pulled a mirror with such a delicate handle it all but disappeared in his massive jasper hand.” – The Golden Yarn – chapter ‘An Old Acquaintance.”

I know that hand size and penis size don’t *really* have anything to do with each other, but the myth still exists haha. I’ve said before, Hentzau’s a big guy. And he’s big *everywhere*.

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

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive. He’s game for it whenever you want to, but it’s just not all that important to him. Just sitting together and reading or just existing in calming silence is intimate enough for him. Don’t get me wrong, sex is always enjoyable for him, but I don’t see him having a super high libido.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If it’s a quickie, then he’s not going to be as tired, but if it’s one of those nights where you guys have all the time in the world to love each other? He’s passing out as soon as he makes sure you’re good. And it’s always the best sleep ever.

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goylempire · 1 year

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Just a very short Hentzau x his human for you all because I love themmm

The only sounds in the room were the scratching of his ink pen on parchment and the rumbling of her stomach. She was trying to be patient and not disturb him. After all, she had spontaneously shown up at his office and asked him if he wanted to get lunch with her. He’d said yes, but he had to finish going over this stupid document and write a response. That had been twenty minutes ago, and she was getting hungrier by the minute.

“Are you almost finished?” she asked, trying to make sure it didn’t sound like she was whining.

He nodded but didn’t look up to where she was draped over the back of the leather chair across from his desk. She didn’t know how he functioned with the many different documents and reports that littered his desk. He swore that it wasn’t as chaotic as it looked and that he had a system to all of it. She didn’t believe him.

He stretched the hand he wasn’t writing with out to her. “Come here, you can sit in my lap until I’ve finished. Maybe that will keep me from having to see you glowering.”

“No,” she said, walking around the desk. “You’ll just get an up-close view of it.”

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goylempire · 1 year

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Heartbeat.

Hentzau’s heart isn’t always strong enough for sex. No actual NSFW content.

Hentzau hadn’t wanted her to see him like this. The worry on her face. The embarrassment coursing through his veins. His pride ripping to pieces with each agonizing spasm in his chest. He tried to straighten his back to ease the concern from her face, but the pain stole the breath from his lungs. His palms hit the hard surface of the headboard as he fell forward. The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.

She lunged toward and pressed her hands to his bare shoulders. “What can I do?”

He shook his head. There was nothing she could do. The idiot doctors couldn’t do anything either. The sun and the cold had wrecked his body, but the stress of the war had done worse than the elements of this world and the countless bullets that had hit his skin. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He had hidden the worst of it from her. At least he had tried to.

She trusted him to protect her. To keep her safe and taken care of. What did she think of him now? Did she think of him as weak? Did she see how fractured he really was?

Soft hands moved along his back and shoulders as she hummed softly. He didn’t know the song, but the noise helped ground him. Inhaling deeply, he tried to force his breath to slow down and his heart to return to a calmer rhythm. He turned to face her and slumped against the mattress and pillows. Her hands moved from his shoulders down his chest and lingered right above where the pain was slowly starting to lessen.

“I’m alright,” he whispered.

He didn’t know who needed more convincing - her or him, but for a moment, saying the words aloud made him believe it. The pain had become less frequent now that he wasn’t in the sun as often. It was one of the only good things about being Kochany’s ‘bodyguard.’ But when it did come, it was nearly debilitating.

Reaching into the bedside table drawer, she pulled out the useless bottle of pills. He took the one she handed him if only to take some of the concern from her face.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. His fingers stroked her cheek like she was made of the most delicate glass in the world. “We can try again.”

She shook her head with a small half smile. “That’s alright. I think we both need to rest. We have more time before you head out again.”

Running her fingers along the cracks in his skin along his chest, she paused right above where she could feel his heart thumping against his sternum. She settled down against his side as he cradled her to him.

We have more time.

#hentzau x his human #hentzau #emily writes bs #someone please get him underground #he needs a vacation #mirrorworld #mirrorworld fan fiction

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goylempire · 1 year

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Orange.

I don’t know why this one was extremely difficult for me to conjure anything up for. But “O” was not sparking any inspiration at all.

Hentzau and his human have a rare fight.

Word count:505

The orange glow emanating from the candle and her sadness were her only companions in the large townhouse. It was rare that Hentzau and she genuinely argued or fought, but tonight had ended in the slamming of their front door, and she didn’t know when he’d come back. Their home was their haven from the craziness of the world outside, but she had allowed that crazy to enter through their front door and into her mind.

She had been frustrated all day. She’d encountered a rude man on the street who had screamed obscene words at her on her way to the café to get breakfast. A small child had spilled juice on her favorite dress. And her former friends had asked her to meet them for lunch just to tell her that she had become an outcast and they couldn’t support her relationship. It had been one blow after another, and when she’d tripped over Hentzau’s discarded boots and twisted her ankle, she couldn’t take anymore.

She regretted yelling at him. She regretted the harsh words that had escaped her lips. She was angry at everyone, and she was in pain, and she let that anger overtake her. Now, here she was and the only thing she wanted was for him to come home. He could throw his boots where ever he the hell he wanted. She just wanted him home so she could apologize.

The candle had burned halfway down before the bedroom door opened. Hentzau placed his boots against the baseboard of the wall, far away from where she may be able to trip over them again. He said nothing as he made his way to their shared bed. His eyes stayed on hers.

“I shouldn’t have acted the way I did,” she said once he was seated beside her. “I had a terrible day, and I took that out on you, and I’m so sorry.”

Hentzau stayed quiet for a few moments then nodded.

“I knew something had to have happened. You’re not one to yell,” he told her. “Next time, tell me when something is bothering you. Talk to me.”

She sighed. “You have so much going on. I didn’t want to bother you with little things.”

“You threw a boot at me,” he laughed. “I’d say if it had you that upset, it wasn’t a little thing.”

“I didn’t throw it at you! I was throwing it in front of you so you could go put them where they’re supposed to go!”

He leaned his back against the headboard and crossed his arms.

“Is that so? I just assumed your aim was so bad that it was an attempt at my head.”

She grabbed the pillow behind her and hit him gently in the face with it.

“No, that was an attempt to hit you in the head.”

Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, he leaned forward to place a kiss on her mouth before blowing out the dying orange flame. For now, they had peace.

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goylempire · 1 year

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Deadline.

This hurt me to write.

She knew this day would come. She knew that one day Hentzau would walk out of their house for the last time, and she knew that she would never be prepared for it.

The banging on the front door was enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Noc’ne’s voice echoed through the night as he called out for Hentzau on the other side. The palace was under attack. The guards were fighting, but they needed every man they could get. They were outnumbered. Numerous casualties already.

She didn’t say anything as she watched her husband button the grey coat he’d worn so often. She didn’t trust her voice not to fail her. She didn’t trust the tears not to spill out like a heavy storm. There was no explanation, but she knew this was it. This was the day.

She breathed in his scent as he held her close to his chest. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he tried to pull away, but she kept her arms locked around him.

“I have to go,” he whispered.

“I know, but I’m not ready,” she replied through her tears.

She knew every time he put on his uniform and stepped out of the shelter of their home that it could be the last time. Why did this one feel so much worse? Was it the world preparing her? Was their bond so strong that she could sense Death reaching a hand out toward him. This is how he wanted it, though. He wanted to go fighting. He didn’t want his sickness to take him. He didn’t want to die an old man in his sleep. Hentzau was a soldier, and he wanted to die as one.

He kissed her as if he too knew that this was his deadline.

“I love you.”

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goylempire · 11 days

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I haven't done any headcanons in a while, so here's a few of how Hentzau would act when his human is sick (after the relationship is very well established.)

This is also being done from my phone because the internet at the hotel and my laptop are not friends, so please overlook any typos or weirdness to how this looks!

If his human gets sick, he will panic. He will hide his panic, but he's freaking out.

Healthcare on that side of the mirror isn't the best, and Hentzau doesn't trust doctors. He's gone to several, and none have been able to help his chest pains, so why should he trust them with his lover?

He will work from home if he can. He doesn't want you to need anything and be unable to get it. He wants you resting!

If he can't be at home the entire time, he will be stopping in every chance he gets.

Or he will send Nesser to check on you (which is always a little awkward for you and Nesser.)

If you mention being cold, he will have every blanket in the house on your bed, or he'll offer to draw you a hot bath.

He'd be such a mother hen. He'd come check to make sure you're still breathing when you fall asleep.

He will make you tea the way you like it, and he will run down to the café that you like and get soups for you.

He's doing his best to help you on the road to feeling well again.

Even if his is a little hovering a little bit too much…. Just let him take care of you. He can't stand feeling useless in any situation.

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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

Not edited!

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 · 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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