Sneak Peeks: Ruben & Sydero (1)

A little update. I'm writing three stories at once. No, I'm not alright in the head. Yes, I know I put myself in these positions. No, I don't regret this yet, I'm excited for both Ruben and Syd's stories so it works. I'm trying to also get Nour's Ch7 out before the week ends. May have a few beta holes or I'll just be okay with where it stands until I do the final revisions for them. Nour's short story will be the last one I do as well as maybe the shortest, cos "oh my, I'm working on them right now." In fact, I may even change them out for Sin. We'll see.

Now for the sneak peeks. *Note that for Ruben's this is one of three choices you can pick. The other ones have their own saucy routes. Whereas for Sydero's story, this is just one part, wanted something emotional but obviously I have to milk that out differently for my Aro Queen.

Ruben's Story - Time of Bonding

“How about we speak of anything but the ancients who have nothing better than to ‘advise’ us constantly.” While he speaks, he reaches over and pulls you onto his lap, resting his hands on your thighs. “Hey, look at me. I missed you.”

“I have to.”

“Truly?” he smirks, “because as soon as you saw me, you thrust your luggage into my arms.”

“Well, you were looking a bit weaker than normal. The size of your arms seemed less massive than before.”

 “Yea, yea,” he laughs, “come here.” The words are said against your lips as he pulls you tight and plants a lingering kiss on your lips. It feels good to once again be in your husband’s arms. To smell his scent, feel his touch, and revel in the kisses. A few days away from everything, just the two of you, is just what you need.

 A nip against your neck pulls you back to the now, and you glance down at Ruben to see him peering up at you with a playful smirk.

 “That smirk tells me that you are up to something.”

 “What must I do or say to get you to take all of this off?” he inquires, trailing a finger down your arm in mock thought.

 “A lot since this is just an illusion of privacy, and this carriage ride will get bumpy.”

 “Scared of my thrusts going too deep during a little bumpy ride?” he whispers into your ear.

 “You ignored the first part.”

 “No, I just do not care for what they hear. In fact, I want them to hear every moan and scream I manage to get from you. They should be aware of just how much I missed you.”

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Sydero's Story - Dreamwalker

“Who are you? Where are we?”

“Shut up,” they further urge, just as a hand wraps about mine and yanks me to the ground. I take note of the feeling before it releases me, sharp claws, while what I presume to be the pad of the hand is normal. I’m not entirely sure, but I take a guess since it would fit the day's theme.

“Sydero? Is that you?”

“Yes, now shh,” Syd whispers, “it’s out there.”

“What is?” A feeling like no other rushes through me. Ever since I learned that the supernatural was real, my life has been in constant danger, and I’ve bounced from one extreme emotion to the next. Far more times than I can count, I have found myself terrified. But this hardly feels like it’s in the same league as that. There is dread and despair. Quick and short breaths paired with a rapidly beating heart. There is panic and prayer. Then there is whatever this is. To say that death would be a far simpler and kinder act would be downplaying the immense feeling of trepidation that takes hold of my body.

I want to ask her what this is, but my voice is snatched from me when I hear a low, menacing growl. I hear lumbering and watch in sheer horror as a single spot of color appears in view. A dash of light grey appears in the sea of obsidian. Dark red veins rush from the edge, meeting in the middle to greet the red pupil that rests in the middle.