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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 2 months

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The Punishment

Note: this wasn't planned at all... but here it is. You can thank @foxyanon and @whitedarkmoonflower for this.

Warnings: 18+!! smut. doms/sub. spanking/punishments/light degrading. PWP for real.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Masema

summary: your plan to tease your doms backfired

wordcount: 2.7k

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You woke up comfortably, your head resting on Masema's chest while Sihtric was snuggled up against you from behind, his arm circled around your waist.

You loved your doms more than anything in this world, but their recent punishment was brutal, even for them. You bratted a little too hard lately by ignoring their rules and constantly challenging their authority, so Sihtric and Masema agreed to deprive you of pleasure until you had learned your lesson. And when exactly you had learned your lesson was entirely up to them to decide. It had been a week now, and the punishment also meant you were not allowed to touch yourself. You had been a good girl all this time, but today when you woke up, all cuddled up safely between your doms, you knew you were going to get back at them.

Masema was the first to leave the bed and go to work, and he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before departing.

'I love you, sweetheart,' Masema whispered, 'be good today.'

'Mhm,' you murmured sleepily, 'I will be good, Sir.'

Masema chuckled and pinched your cheek lightly, then slapped Sihtric's ass, as he was still in bed with you and he grunted disapprovingly at the rude awakening. You giggled softly and Sihtric pulled you against his chest in response, burying his face in your neck and peppering your sensitive skin with soft and sweet open mouthed kisses. He knew he was riling you up, making you all wet for him while knowing very well you weren't allowed to have any form of pleasure, it was just endless teasing until he and Masema decided it was enough.

And with that thought Sihtric eventually left the bed too, getting dressed to go to his daytime job, and he snuck back into the bedroom to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

'I love you, princess,' he whispered and gently raked his fingers through your hair, 'be a good girl today for us.'

'I will, daddy,' you smiled and buried yourself underneath the covers when Sihtric left.

You listened carefully, waiting until you heard the front door of your shared home slam shut and the sound of Sihtric's car engine getting started. And once you were completely sure you were alone in the house, you grabbed your phone. Still wet from the way Sihtric had kissed you, you began to touch yourself, sliding your own fingers in and out of you, and you recorded a voice clip of your soft gasps and cries, moaning both your doms their names as you came. The feeling of finally climaxing after a week of no pleasure was exhilarating, and after you stopped recording yourself you dozed off again.

You woke up hours later and went about your day. Your doms took care of you, like the princess that you were, so you didn't have to work. You only kept the house clean and cooked for them every day, it was the perfect relationship. You knew your doms had their lunch breaks at work soon, and so you decided to send the audio you had made in the chat between the three of you. You sat back with a bratty grin and waited for them to hear it and reply. And it didn't take long before you saw both men start to type, then the texts rolled in…

Masema: ???????????

Sihtric: princess????

Masema: is this what I think it is….

Masema: you think this is funny, sweetheart?

Sihtric: this is not being a good girl, is it?

You: but I am a good girl!!! I thought of you and Sir when I came :(

Masema: that is not what we meant by being good!

Sihtric: you know you will get punished for this…

You: nooo please daddy I'm soooooo scared :(

Suddenly both men stopped typing, and you knew they were texting each other privately now after you mocked Sihtric, discussing what to do with you. A long minute passed and your heart skipped several beats when a reply came in.

Masema: another week is added to your punishment, lady!

You: no!!!!!

You pouted at the way your plan had backfired. Another week of no pleasure? You weren't going to survive this. You cursed yourself for being so stupid and apologised several times to your doms in the chat, but they weren't having any of it. You had screwed up and had to deal with the consequences of your own bratty actions now, because you didn't listen to your doms.

You were completely in your own world, listening to music while you were laying on the livingroom floor, colouring in your colour book after you had cleaned the house. You were dressed in a short, pink lace babydoll and thigh high socks, just minding your own business and not being aware that both your doms had come home from work earlier and snuck in the house. They watched you with a smirk on their faces, Sihtric leaning against the doorpost with his shoulder, his arms crossed, and Masema leaning with his arm against the other side of the doorpost, and he startled you when he cleared his throat. You gasped and turned around, eyes wide at the sight of your doms in front of you, smirking with their brow furrowed.

'Well, well,' Masema chuckled darkly, 'isn't that our good little girl right there?'

He directed his eyes to Sihtric, who smiled just as slyly.

'Define good,' Sihtric shrugged, 'because I received the strangest voice memo today.'

'Oh, you got that too?' Masema mocked as he looked at you, 'I also heard it. What did you think?'

'It sounded an awful lot like your princess,' Sihtric shook his head, 'but that can't be, can it?'

'No, it can't be,' Masema agreed, 'our sweetheart would never disobey us like that, would she?'

Both men looked at you, awaiting your answer, but you couldn't speak. Your mouth had gone dry and your cheeks reddened at the sight of their mischievous faces. You knew you were in trouble.

'No, she wouldn't do such a thing,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but… if she would,' he began to unbuckle his belt and swiftly pulled it out the loops of his jeans, 'she would be punished for it, right?' he held his belt out to Masema while he kept his eyes on you.

'Right,' Masema said and took the belt, then closed in on you until he towered over you. 'Up,' he said sternly, and you listened.

You got up on your feet and watched the black leather belt in Masema's hands with big eyes. Sihtric came up behind Masema and took your hand, guiding you with him to the couch where he sat down. Sihtric smiled sweetly as he looked up at you with your flushed face, and you looked back over your shoulder at Masema, who held the belt doubled over in one hand, and his mismatched eyes were intense as he looked at you.

'You know what to do, don't you?' he said.

You swallowed hard and looked back at Sihtric, who still had that sweet and reassuring smile on his face as he held your hand.

'Oh, no,' Masema scoffed and stepped closer, taking your chin and directing your face to his, 'don't go looking at daddy now. You know exactly what you did wrong, and those big pleading eyes won't help you get out of this. You wanted to be a little slut earlier today, now you have to take the punishment for that. Over his knee,' he commanded and let go of your face, 'now.'

Sihtric pulled you down towards him, bent over his lap, and he pushed the pink lace fabric up and pulled your matching lace panties down, exposing your bare buttocks. Sihtric placed one hand on your back, keeping you in place, while he slowly massaged your asscheeks with his other. You melted at the warmth and loving feeling of his touch, a touch you had been deprived of for seven days now, and you already felt yourself dumb down for him.

'How many does our slut deserve?' Masema asked Sihtric with a sly smile.

Sihtric hummed as he thought about the question, making you wait even longer to hear their verdict while he continued to slowly touch your ass.

'Seven,' he then said.

Sihtric's voice was soft and playful, whereas Masema's voice was firm and serious.

'Seven?' Masema asked and stepped closer to you.

'She was a good girl for seven days,' Sihtric explained.

You were relieved to hear your soft dom decided you would only be spanked seven times. Seven times was okay with a belt. You knew it would definitely leave a mark, one you didn't mind and knew you deserved, but you thought you'd be in way more trouble than just seven spankings.

'However,' Sihtric suddenly said, and you froze, 'maybe we should double it?'

'I think we should double it,' Masema agreed, 'don't forget to count for us, sweetheart,' he chuckled.

And as soon as Sihtric moved his hand away from your ass, you felt the first sharp sting of the leather belt touching your skin.

'Ah!' you gasped and your eyes teared up at the impact, 'o-one.'

'T-two… three,' you breathed, counting each slap of the belt you felt.

You smiled, even though it hurt, it was an oddly pleasurable feeling. And what you loved even more was the way Sihtric rubbed your slapped cheek after each strike you received, only to pull his hand away again for the next blow. It went well, but after eight spankings you suddenly lost count and said seven again.

'Already lost count?' Masema said disapprovingly.

'You know what that means, princess,' Sihtric cooed, 'don't you?'

'Mhm,' you hummed as tears ran down your face.

'Use your words!' Masema snarled from behind you.

'W-we start o-over,' you stammered.

'Good girl,' Masema said, 'so you do know the rules, hm?' he said and crouched down in front of you, taking your chin again, 'then why did you break them?'

You felt a pool of heat in your lower abdomen at his hard-dom behaviour, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

'I just wanted to have fun, Sir,' you mumbled.

'Have fun?' Masema chuckled, 'you just wanted to have fun, hm?' he suddenly slapped your cheek, then grabbed your face again, 'and did our little slut have fun?'

'Y-yes, Sir,' you murmured.

Masema slapped you again, only to grab your chin once more. 'Good,' he smiled, 'because now it's our time to have fun. So we start over.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Good girl,' Sihtric encouraged you softly and wiped your tears, 'count for us, little girl, I know you can do it.'

Masema began to spank you with the belt again, bruising your ass with each hit of the leather while you kept counting. Masema watched your body language carefully, while Sihtric checked in with you, speaking softly after each spank. Each strike gave you a sharp and burning sensation, which shot through your entire body, making your pussy soaked by the time Masema was finally done. You barely had time to recover from the spanking as Masema pulled you up your feet again and towards the bedroom, where he threw you on the bed. You watched him undress, Sihtric getting rid of his own clothes right next to him, and they towered over you as you were down on the bed. You stared up at your doms, Sihtric was lean and strong, his body scarred which made him look dangerous, while Masema was slightly more muscular, his body free of scars, and you were desperate for both of them to use you as they pleased, which they would.

'On your knees,' Masema ordered.

'Yes, Sir,' you said and dropped down to your knees, on the floor, and looked up to Masema.

'How pretty is our slut like this?' he chuckled as he took your chin.

'The prettiest,' Sihtric smiled and positioned himself behind you.

Sihtric grabbed your hips and lifted you up to your knees, teasing your entrance with his hard, dripping cock, 'The prettiest and the wettest slut,' he laughed darkly, 'only for us to use.'

You moaned and nearly trembled at his teasing, and you gasped when he pushed his entire length inside, holding your hips firmly as he stilled inside you.

'Fuck,' Sihtric grunted in your ear, moving one hand up to your throat and lightly squeezing it.

'Tight?' Masema grinned and teased your lips with his cock, coating them with his precum.

'So fucking tight,' Sihtric laughed, 'fuck. We should deprive her of pleasure more often, the way she's clenching around my cock right now,' he hummed and groaned, then softly bit your ear as he chuckled darkly again, 'you were so fucking desperate for daddy's cock, weren't you?'

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, your thighs trembling and your breath hitched when he squeezed your throat a little more.

Sihtric groaned again and began to slam into you while he held your body up against his. Your eyes nearly fell shut at the pleasant feeling, but Masema took your chin and brought you back into the moment, slapping his cock teasingly against your slightly parted lips.

'Now suck,' Masema said, 'and don't you dare to look away from my eyes.'

His fingers tangled in your messy hair as he fucked your mouth, looking down into your teary eyes while Sihtric continued to fuck you from behind. Masema bit down on his lip, pushing your head towards him further, making you gag on his length as you were kept in place by both men while they used you. And each time you gagged, Masema slapped your face, only to pull out and slap your face again for gagging.

'Please,' you gasped out of breath, while Sihtric kept fucking into you with no remorse.

'Please?' Masema asked, then pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you gag again before he pulled out and slapped your cheek again.

'Please, Sir,' you breathed, your spit and his precum dripping down your chin.

'Please Sir is not a safeword,' Masema reminded you and slapped your face again, then waited a few seconds before he rammed his length back inside your mouth again and continued to use you as his fucktoy until he came on your tongue.

'Swallow,' he commanded, 'be a good slut and don't waste a single fucking drop or I'll fill your mouth up again, and this time I won't let you catch your breath.'

You swallowed his load as tears ran down your face, mixing with the juices on your chin and dripping down onto your body and running down your knees. You watched Masema grab a towel and he sat back on the bed. Then you felt Sihtric's hand move from your throat to the back of your neck. He pushed you down on your hands and knees, fucking you until your knees were bruised and until he came inside you with a heavy grunt, his tattooed fingers digging into your hips. Masema watched with a satisfied smirk on his face how you collapsed on the floor after Sihtric had pulled out. Sihtric was quick to pick you up in his arms and Masema came over with the towel and some cooling lotion. You were laid down on the bed, pulled into Sihtric's arms and he pecked your reddened cheeks.

'Are you okay, princess?' he asked softly, and Masema carefully cleaned up your face and checked for bruises.

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, exhausted and satisfied.

'Good girl,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your forehead, then motioned to Masema to apply the cooling lotion to your heavily bruised buttocks.

Your doms took turns taking a quick shower, making sure you were safely wrapped in either of their arms when the other was away, and they agreed you should rest and shower after your nap, as you were already dozing off. Masema pulled you in his arms after he joined you in bed, and Sihtric cuddled up from behind, wrapping his arm around you and peppering your neck with soft kisses.

'You did so good for us,' Sihtric whispered, to which you only hummed.

'So good,' Masema murmured and kissed your forehead, 'I love you, sweetheart.'

'I love you too, Sir,' you mumbled sweetly.

'And I love you, princess,' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your neck.

'I love you too, daddy,' you giggled softly, and then dozed off while you were snug and safely cuddled up between your two doms, who loved you more than anything in this world.

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mrsarnasdelicious · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 7 (Belated)

Masema Dagar - Angry / Fighting / Make Up Sex

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

"Can you fucking not, for a change!" Masema sneers. "If you tell me where you have been, sure!" You holler back. Masema's face becomes a sneer. "You are not the boss of me." He hisses. "I am not trying to be. I am just worried." You reply. "I am a grown ass man, I can hold my own." He replies harshly.

You heave a deep sigh.

"It is crawling with Seanchan soldiers out there. I don't want you hurt." You tell him firmly. "I'm fine." Masema barks. "Yes, you are now, but next time you might not!" You reply. Masema grits his teeth. "You are impossible, woman!" He yells. "Oh yeah, am I?" You get into his face. "Then why don't you leave!" You sneer.

Masema shoves you into the nearest wall, kissing you fiercely. You moan into his mouth. He pushes his thigh between yours, shoving up against your sex. You whine, grinding down against him.

"I won't fucking leave you. I love you." He growls between two heated kisses. You tangle your fingers into his silky, soft hair, pulling quite firmly. His lips part from yours. "Say that again." You demand. "I love you." Masema repeats.

He grabs you, slightly too harshly, tossing you onto your bed.

"I love you." He says again, with some remnants of anger in his voice, as he begins to undress. You unlace your dress and rid yourself of it. Masema's eyes darken with greed and rove over your bare skin.

He climbs on top of you. "I love you." He insists, kissing you harshly, grinding his pelvis against yours. You moan into his mouth. He is already rockhard and throbbing. You ruck up your skirts, so he grinds down against your core. "Get my breeches." Masema growls. "Make me." You hiss.

Masema grabs your wrist and puts your hand on his crotch. You give him a firm squeeze. Masema geoans darkly, rolling his hips into your touch. "Do it." He says firmly. "Ask me nicely." You muss, even though you do unlace his breeches. "Don't be difficult." Masema hisses. He bucks forward into your touch. "I am not the one picking a fight here." You tell him, slowly deepling down his breeches, but carefully avoiding his cock. Masema scoffs and keeps trying to thrust his cock into your hands.

Once he notices you are not going to cooperate, he focuses on your sex instead.

He opens your folds and thumbs at your clit. You moan sweetly for him. "I really do love you." Masema rasps, leaning in to kiss at your neck. "I am going to make you feel it, I promise." He whispers against your skin. He rubs you so expertly that you can only moan and rock against him. He grins wickedly down on you.

"Look at what a good girl you are being for me." Masema growls. "I don't want to fight, I love you." He hisses.

He tears open your bodice and leans in to lick, nip and suck at your nipples. You moan, running your fingers into his hair, loosening his tight bun. Masema groans, loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

Your inner muscles begin to tense and there is hot, liquid lightning in the pit of your stomach. "I'm close." You whimper. "What do you need?" Masema asks. "Your cock." You whine. "Will you beg?" He asks, pinching your clit. "Gha!" You cry out. "I think that is a yes." Masema taunts. He keeps it up until you are quivering and whimpering beneath him, tugging at his hair. Masema groans at every tug.

"I wa-... I .. Oh fuck." You whine.

Masema slowly backs up, unhanding you. You whine at the loss.

"Will you beg?" Masema asks, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. You whine loudly, on the edge of climax and robbed of your release. "Go on, I want to hear it." Masema leans in to kiss you, almost chastely. "No, love, please. No now. I just want you." You try. "I love you, too. Just .. just make love to me." You reach up to cup his cheek and down him down to you again.

He pushes forward, breaching your core. You moan into his mouth.

"I love you, too." He hisses, before licking into your mouth.

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foxyanon · 2 months

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Worship

SURPRISE SHAWTY! This little idea took root and I had to get it out. Didn’t think I’d write for Masema, but here we are. I typed this up in my phone and half assed reread it. It’s officially 3am where I am and now, I can rest.

Summary: How far would you go for your obsession?

Pairing: Masema Dagar X Rhaenerys Targaryen

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Word Count: 3230

TW: mentions of death, blood, murder, slightly manipulative Rhaenerys (she’s Maegor’s daughter, that’s all the warning you are getting), no beta, we die like Maegor

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Wheel of Time or A Song of Ice and Fire nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers made by @arcielee 💙

He didn’t know what happened for him to land here. One minute he was fighting Seanchan soldiers at Falme, the next a portal opened around him and everyone within a 20 foot radius while Rand was busy fighting Ishmael. He vaguely recalls being pulled through the swirling vortex before landing harshly in a grass field, the salty smell of sea air filling his nostrils. While he worked to regain his bearings, he noticed multiple Seanchan soldiers fell through with him, alongside his own comrades. There was a pause between everyone involved before they started fighting again. He brought his blade up just in time to block an attack before the sound of thunder rolled across the field. He would’ve ignored it, if it hadn’t been followed by a deafening screeching roar. He looked up just in time to see a large black and purple dragon fly overhead, circling the field for a place to land.

Just as the beast landed roughly, shaking the ground and throwing several people off balance, Masema caught sight of something that would be burned in his mind for the rest of his days. There, in the saddle of this magnificent creature, was a woman. She hopped down out of the saddle, her very presence commanding the attention of the battling warriors. She unsheathed her own sword, the blade looking as though it were made for her and her alone.

“I command you to lay down your weapons or face your end by dragonfire!” Her voice rang out, clear and commanding, as she approached those assembled.

A few dropped their weapons, but Masema laid his sword down and dropped to his knees, some powerful feeling within him telling him to obey her. The closer she got, the more he could make out her unique features and he was taken by her beauty. Her long silver-white hair was pulled back into elaborate battle braids and her eyes…Creator help him, her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple he’d ever seen. She looked out over the soldiers assembled and snarled, the dragon perched behind her roaring loudly, a reminder to do as she said or else. Everyone suddenly dropped their swords and threw their hands up, probably hoping for mercy. The mysterious woman sauntered through the crowd, the blade in her hand glinting dangerously in the light of the midday sun. When she stopped in front of Masema, his heart nearly stopped. She placed the flat of her blade under his chin, tilting his head up and staring into his eyes with an intensity he became addicted to instantly.

“You were the first to kneel in my presence, so I shall speak with you and you alone. Who are you and where have you come from?” Her voice softened, but was no less as commanding as before and he was hooked.

He answered her without hesitation, telling her who they were and briefly explaining the strange situation. She tilted her head to the side, an enchanting smile gracing her lips as she pulled the blade away from his neck.

“A pleasure to meet you, Masema.” The way she said his name caused his mouth to run dry and his heart to race. “My name is Rhaenerys Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.”

He bowed his head in submission, feeling an intense feeling of obeisance spreading through him. When he looked back up at her, she had sheathed her blade and gestured for him to stand. He did so willingly, following behind her as she separated the Shienaran forces from the Seanchan. The threat of her dragon kept everyone in line, none daring to challenge the Princess. Once everyone had been separated, she faced the Seanchan men and gave them a sadistic grin.

“My new friend here has told me you are the enemy, so I shall treat you as such. Make peace with your deity, you shall meet them shortly,” she said in plainly, staring at the scared faces of the Seanchan soldiers.

Dracarys.

With just one word she had uttered and the soldiers Masema had been fighting were engulfed in flames as her dragon responded to her decree. He looked back at the Princess and swore right then and there that he was in the presence of a goddess amongst mortal kind and he would serve her faithfully until the end of his days.

Several months had passed since his arrival on what he learned was the island of Dragonstone, the primary home of his beloved princess. He and the rest of his companions had been added to her household guard, and while some had wished to return to their world, he and many others wished to stay. He worked tirelessly to prove himself loyal and faithful to her, acting on her orders without a thought. Anyone he came in contact with, he spoke nothing but praises of her and her deeds, feeling proud to be of service to one so divine. He was naturally a charismatic man, so it took no time at all for him to secure a steady following that joyfully supported Rhaenerys’s claim to the throne.

He had met her father and mother, King Maegor and Queen Elvira, as well as her grandmother, Dowager Queen Visenya. While his loyalties were with Rhaenerys first and foremost, he would do as they commanded since she regarded them highly. He had heard the rumors of the King's cruelty, but he never believed them. In his mind, those who were dealt with harshly often deserved it and he had no qualms doing the dirty work of taking care of the problem. It didn’t take long for him to move up in the ranks, quickly becoming House Targaryens most loyal servant and deadliest warrior. He prided himself on his skills, feeling beyond grateful for the recognition he was shown, especially when his Princess praised him for his deeds. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see that radiant smile on her face, even if she asked him to eliminate a threat to her future reign. To him, nothing was too great an ask that he wouldn’t do willingly and with a smile on his face.

His hands may have brought about the death of lords and commoners alike, anyone who wouldn’t support her claim for whatever reason, but he didn’t care. Their blood may have been on his hands, but his actions kept hers clean and pure, just as she was meant to be. It was his duty, no his honor, to carry out her orders. Wherever she went, he was sure to follow like her shadow. Whenever she held court at Dragonstone, he was there at the foot of the dais. She was the judge and jury, he was her executioner. Some of his fellow Shienarans tried talking to him, saying he was acting like a fanatic about her and that she was just as cruel as her father. He snapped back that they didn’t understand, that this was what he was meant to do and that she was a perfect princess, that they couldn’t possibly understand what that meant and how dare they speak such treason about the woman who saved them.

That night he reported what they had said to Rhaenerys, on his knees at her feet as she sat in her rooms. He felt like a failure, his own people betraying the woman who gave his life meaning. After he spoke, he couldn’t look her in the eye for fear of seeing anger in her mesmerizing eyes.

Instead, he felt her soft fingers against his chin, gently tilting his head up as she gave him a soft smile. Her thumb gently brushed across his lower lip, his breath catching as she leaned forward and whispered softly.

“You have not failed me, Masema. They have simply lost their way. Speak with them, lead them back to the path of righteousness and let them see the error of their ways. If they refuse, you know what must be done,” her soothing voice squashed his doubts and he nodded vigorously.

“As you wish, Princess,” he responded breathlessly, quickly standing and bowing deeply before leaving to speak some sense into his friends.

When dawn came, several had changed their minds. Masema was very convincing, but not enough to convince all of them. Those who refused to follow Rhaenerys met their demise by his hand. He delivered their heads to her, laying them at her feet as she broke her fast. His hands and face were still covered in blood, leaving imprints on the floor as he bowed deeply before her, his forehead and palms pressed against the cold stone.

“You have served me well, Masema, removing potential weak links from my guard. Now, I must ask another favor of you,” Rhaenerys spoke in her usual enchanting voice, impressed by his devotion to her. The sight of the decapitated heads and blood bothered her none, her gaze trained on Masema.

Masema looked up at her with barely contained enthusiasm, eager to please her again and hear praises for his deeds fall from her soft lips. “I am yours to command, Princess.”

“The time for me to marry has come. I need you to spy on the potential suitors as they come to Dragonstone. Learn everything about them and report back to me with the one you think would best serve me as consort,” she told him, reaching out and gently cupping his bloodstained cheek. Masema leaned into her touch, her exotic scent invading his senses and reaffirming his devotion to her. “You have proven to be the most loyal and faithful to me and my House. Only you can do this task for me, Masema.”

His heart swelled with adoration and pride, the knowledge that she trusted him above all others making him feel lightheaded. He kissed the back of her hand, swearing to fulfill her wishes before leaving her chambers.

None of them. Absolutely none of those weak willed, pompous fools are worthy of being in her presence, let alone marrying her. The Lannister boy was too self centered and focused on his own House, rather than expanding the greatness that is the House of the Dragon. He had no real qualms about the Stark lordling, but the stoic Northerner wasn’t interested in the affairs of the Iron Throne and that just won’t do for his princess. The Baratheon brat might’ve been a contender, but his wandering eyes and hands knocked him off the list. Princess Rhaenerys deserved someone who would be devoted to her and only her, someone who wanted to ensure the survival of House Targaryen above all else. Someone like him.

As he stood there reporting his findings to Rhaenerys in the chamber of the painted table, he felt rage at the lack of options for his sweet princess. She walked slowly around the lit map table, her grandmother sitting at the head of the table as the women listened to his report.

“None of them are suitable for potential consorts, Princess. They are either more concerned with their own Houses legacies or they care more about their own personal interests than yours. They are barely fit to lead their own Houses, let alone have the privilege of being your consort,” he ground out, his anger boiling over before he remembered where he was. Masema cleared his throat and looked at the ground, embarrassed by his outburst. “Forgive me, I should not have let my emotions get the better of me. I will do better in the future.”

“No need, Masema. Your honesty is refreshing and much appreciated on this matter. Knowing you care so much about the future of this House is a good quality, one that should be rewarded,” the Dowager Queen spoke, her voice wizened but still just as assertive. “There will be more that arrive in the coming weeks. Continue your work, there is bound to be someone amongst the nobility that will suit our needs.”

Masema bowed deeply, casting a quick glance to Princess Rhaenerys before departing the chamber and slipping into the shadows again. He was thrilled to serve at her leisure, but he felt a bit of envy towards the man she might marry. None of them deserved her, she was far too heavenly for the likes of those fools. She needed someone who would worship her as he did, but none came even close.

Many weeks went by and all hell broke loose. During another suitor's visit, Queen Visenya passed away in her sleep. Rhaenerys was heartbroken, her cries burned into Masema’s mind as she sobbed in his arms, not allowing anyone else near her when she was so vulnerable. Not even a fortnight later, during a visit to King's Landing, was Maegor impaled on the Iron Throne by his consort, Elinor Costayne, in front of numerous witnesses that included Rhaenerys and Masema. That very same day, Prince Jaehaerys returned to the Red Keep and attempted to usurp Rhaenerys of her birthright. The massacre that happened after would be written about as a dark day for Westeros. Many had flocked to Jaehaerys and supported his claim, but more had followed Princess Rhaenerys thanks to the silver tongue of Masema and the months of traveling he had done in his early days, garnering the support of the smallfolk and even many of the smaller Houses.

At the end of the slaughter of King’s Landing, Rhaenerys stood in the throne room and was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The army of Jaehaerys met with the millions of small folk who supported the rightful heir and the outcome was brutal on both sides. Thousands lay dead, burned or maimed in the streets from both sides. Her kin that supported Jaehaerys were executed by Masema, because he refused to have her named kinslayer. Only the twins, Aerea and Rhaella, and her cousins, Alysanne and Rhaena, submitted to her rule outside the new Dowager Queen Elvira, Rhaenerys’s own mother. Despite Alysanne having been Jaehaerys’s wife, even she knew that what he did was wrong. Queen Elinor was executed for the murder of the king and since three of Maegor’s wives were already dead, the remaining bent the knee and were allowed to live out their days as well cared for widows at Dragonstone, under the watchful eye of Elvira. The dragons of the deceased riders were secured in the Dragonpit, to be cared for by the keepers until new riders had come of age.

Despite the chaos, the coronation was life changing for Masema. He always believed that Rhaenerys was beautiful, but she was truly stunning when he saw her sitting the throne for the first time. She wore the crown of her father and grandfather, Dark Sister shining brightly in her hand amid the dull blades that made up the Iron Throne. After that day, the number of men vying for her attention and hand increased exponentially. If he thought the prospects were sorry before, he was truly disappointed by them now.

He knelt at the foot of the Iron Throne, staring up at her as he reported on another batch of suitors, these ones worse than the last. She gave him a little smile when he finished and stood up, speaking in a captivating voice as he looked down at the floor.

“All these men, they are not suitable for me?” She asked as she took a few steps down the stairs of the throne.

“No, my Queen.”

“They will not further the glory of House Targaryen?” Another few steps down.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not be loyal to me and only me?” The last few steps and she was standing in front of Masema.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not love me the way you love me?” She walked around him, her fingers dancing across his shoulders and causing him to lean back into her touch.

“No, my Queen.”

“Perhaps I have had you looking for my husband in the wrong place,” she said musingly, stopping in front of her right hand man and placing her fingers under his chin. “Perhaps, my consort is right here, looking so pretty on his knees for me.”

Masema inhaled sharply, looking up at Rhaenerys with confusion and maybe a little excitement in his mismatched eyes. “I-my Queen…”

She chuckled darkly at his stuttering, tracing his lips with the tip of her finger. “Hush, Masema. I see it so clearly now. Those noblemen were never going to be suitable because they weren’t you. Only you can do this for me. I need you, Masema. I must have heirs and I trust only you to fulfill my needs,” her voice lured him in like a siren and he found himself instinctively leaning forward towards her before he caught himself.

“My Queen, I am not worthy of such an honor. I am a sinner, my hands stained with the blood of your enemies. I would not forgive myself if I tainted you with my touch,” he whispered, feeling her fingers thread through his hair as she softly scratched his scalp.

“Then find redemption with me. You, my devotee, shall be absolved of your wrongdoings by giving me what I want and need. Let my touch cleanse you, my sweet Masema,” she whispered in that enchanting tone of hers and he knew he would do anything she asked of him.

He hesitated only for a second before agreeing to her proposal, kissing the inside of her wrist as he was consumed with euphoria at the idea of serving his Dragon Queen in a more intimate manner.

They flew to Dragonstone that afternoon on the back of her dragon, Abraxsas, and were married in the traditions of House Targaryen as the sun set, with her family their only witnesses. Their first kiss was one Masema will remember vividly, the taste of her blood on his tongue the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He vaguely remembered the small wedding feast but he definitely remembered the wedding night.

He remembered the way she looked like a goddess both in her dress and out of it. He remembered the way he kissed every inch of her perfect body, taking his time memorizing her sensitive spots and paying special attention to them. He certainly remembered tasting her essence for the first time, thinking how this was where he was meant to be and that he could spend the rest of his life praying at her altar like this. The sounds she made as she cried out his name when she finished on his tongue and the way her skin felt against his when they finally became one are forever embedded within his memories.

Once they were both spent and satisfied, she had fallen asleep amidst the silk bedding as a gentle breeze blew in from the sea, the moonlight shining through the large arches and casting a pale light on her unconscious form. He had taken care to make sure she was cleaned up from their intimacy before crawling back into bed beside her. He gazed at her adoringly, feeling appreciative for having been transported to a world where such divinity was within his grasp. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, feeling cleansed of the sins he committed in her name and having found a new way to worship his beloved Rhaenerys.

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TGH/TDR vs WoT season 2: what's in and what's out pt 1 (characters)

WoT's in and WoT's out, that is

I thought it would be fun (for me, sorry to the rest of you) to do a little analysis of where we're actually at in terms of adapting book material and the show, now we have officially passed the adaptation of the first three books. I am looking at this, as the show/showrunner have repeatedly stated they're doing, as a whole-series adaptation question: what happens in the first three books, in terms of worldbuilding, character introductions, and plot points, which is vital for the series arc as a whole? And of that, what remains to be shown on screen and thus might end up getting cut?

This is long, so I'm going to divide it into three posts over the next day or two: Characters (who has shown up and who hasn't), Worldbuilding points (ditto), and Plot points (has it happened or not). Major book spoilers obvs as I'll be discussing which of these continue to be important throughout the series.

NB before I dive in: what doing this has shown me is that despite TDR being one of my top 3 books of the series as a whole and much-beloved more generally, it...honestly has bugger-all in terms of plot that can't be handled by the show in other ways. The structure is a straight repeat of TGH and most of the really memorable scenes are vibes and character work (Mat's duel, Perrin's blacksmithing, Egwene's Accepted test) that the show likely doesn't have time to indulge in and/or that can be used as fodder for character development on the show in different contexts (like, Perrin's blacksmithing scene is lovely and you could do a version of it whenever the show character needs to re-centre himself pretty much...right up through the end of the series.)

Anyway, on with the actual programming!

CHARACTERS

My test for listing characters here is 1) is this character a PoV character and 2) if not, do they have a genuine impact on the plot or character development of PoV characters. For example: Carlinya and Breane Taborwin appear repeatedly through the series but do nothing someone else couldn't, so there's no point in assessing the significance of them not showing up in S2 even though they first appear in TGH. Characters struck through are ones who have now been introduced or mentioned by the show.

Introduced in TEoTW but not S1 of the show

Bayle Domon Elaida Gawyn (mentioned in S2, h/t @hxans) Galad Morgase (mentioned in S2, h/t @hxans) Elyas

Immediately obvious that it's the Caemlyn crew we're waiting on, and since casting has been confirmed for at least two of them and the other two were mentioned on-screen in S2, I think there's no question Elaida, Gawyn, and Galad will be in S3. Morgase is more questionable; my money is that she either won't be in the show and/or will actually be killed by Rahvin. Hate to lose a not-really-dead mum but some characters have got to go and it will make it much harder for show viewers to accept Elayne as Queen in the late series if she's still alive actually.

Introduced/mentioned in TGH

Suroth Renna & Seta Egeanin Verin Anaiya Liandrin (S1) Alanna (S1) Siuan (S1) Leane (S1) Vandene & Adeleas (Vandene now merged with Verin) Sheriam Alviarin Hurin (merged with Elyas in the show) 'Selene' Erith Aludra Masema Uno Mazrim Taim

Of those who haven't appeared in the show, Alviarin and Anaiya are frankly questionable in terms of whether the show needs them/highly likely to be merged with other Aes Sedai the way show!Alanna and show!Verin are book!Alanna x book!Myrelle and book!Verin x book!Vandene merges. ETA: thanks to @vriah for pointing out Anaiya was mentioned by name in 2x06, although I think the rest of this point stands. There's no point introducing Erith or Aludra until the show is ready to follow through on the storylines they are crucial for, which are both late-book storylines. I don't think we'll see either of them until S4-6, although I think we WILL see them.

ETA: I forgot Egeanin first shows up here! (h/t @butterflydm) Given what they did with all the Seanchan characters I think that's a deliberate choice to not confuse the narrative with a sympathetic Seanchan character until a season where we start to ask 'can individual Seanchan be anything except antagonists'. And since we likely won't hit that until S4 at the earliest, no point casting an actress here who might not be available (c.f. Birgitte). As an example, they've already had to re-cast Egwene's mother because the S1 actress was no longer available for S3.

Introduced in TDR

Aviendha Bain & Chiad Gaul Rhuarc Juilin Sammael Be'lal Pedron Niall Jaichim Carridin Faile Noam Rahvin Liandrin's thirteen, including Joiya Byir Faolain & Theodrin Tallanvor Dyelin Berelain Darlin Sisnera Laras (h/t @undeterminedvintage)

In contrast, most of the new-in-TDR characters haven't been mentioned yet!

Rhuarc and Faile: I think you have to have Rhuarc as a male Aiel leader in S3, there's no reason for it to NOT be him, and we know Faile has been cast. Makes total sense for her to meet Perrin in S3 as they will clearly be slow-burning that romance.

Berelain: Key to a bunch of plotlines, a very fun character, but there's no point bringing her in until Perrin/Faile is a going concern (but I think crucially in the show BEFORE they are married) which won't be for a season or two. Likely to be the first example of a ruler proactively pledging to Rand.

Jaichim Carridin, Liandrin's thirteen, Noam: Necessary but also won't be brought in until they're needed, and in the case of Liandrin's crew, will just be Black Ajah sisters as needed rather than a coherent group.

Pedron Niall, Dyelin, Darlin Sisnera, Faolain & Theodrin: I think elements of all of these characters will make the show (e.g. Elayne needs a buddy noble for the Succession, the Whitecloaks have to have a commander for Valda to assassinate, Egwene needs followers within the rebels) but they could be radically different and in some cases will likely take on other roles as well, though more likely than not under these names.

Rahvin, Gaul, Juilin, Tallanvor, Laras: I don't think any of these characters will make the cut for the show or if they do they'll be significantly merged with others. We only have room for two other male Forsaken and one of them has to be Asmodean, Tallanvor only matters if you do a Morgase storyline, Juilin and Laras are fun flavour and that's mostly it, and sorry Gaul fans but really what does he do aside from create sideshow romantic drama.

Be'lal: Out for sure since there's only 8 Forsaken.

Introduced in TSR

Lanfear-as-Lanfear (for Rand) and Moghedien...both don't show up until TSR actually, so we're ahead of the game there! Also possibly with Anvaere if she takes over Colavaere's later role (sob).

One other character note - it is still fascinating to me that the show chose to use obscure or non-existent names for the Brown sisters Verin spoke with in S2, as there are 30+ named Brown sisters in the books, many of whom could easily have filled those roles. The show isn't afraid to use existing sisters and even kill them (c.f. Maigan) so...what drove that decision? I thought it might be so they could be killed in the Tower Coup but now Maigan's dead I'm not sure!

Next time: worldbuilding!

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wot reread: overall view from LoC through KoD

spoilers through knife of dreams

Fav arcs:

Rand dealing with LTT. This is kinda The Big Arc for Rand in the Jordan-penned books and it is also the arc that lands the best... when it actually gets screen-time. We see his growing worry over how clear LTT’s voice is becoming, his worry that LTT might seize saidin from him. It’s a rollercoaster a lot of the time, though mostly he’s going down and down, but it’s intense and dramatic. And it feels like we really effectively build up to the scene in KoD where “Lews Therin” does seize control for a while. Main problem with this storyline is simply that Rand gets minimized as a character in the last few books (though not as much as Nynaeve does), so we don’t see enough of this on-screen.

Egwene becoming a Real Amyrlin and not just a figurehead. The most significant difference between Rand and Egwene’s leadership arcs, I would say, is that Rand is thrown in the deep end and has to learn ‘on the job’ while Egwene gets extensive (albeit unorthodox) training before she gets put into her leadership position. But her storyline throughout these books stays interesting all the way through.

Black Ajah Hunters; take two! Elaida accidentally starts off one of the best subplots in this second half of the series. I LOVE the Black Ajah Hunters subplot. Seaine and Pevara, especially, are both great characters and it has a lot of interesting twists and turns. In a set of books where I felt like most plotlines were being stretched out too much or shouldn’t exist at all, I would have been fine with more Black Ajah Hunters! scenes.

Elayne and Aviendha’s journey to becoming first-sisters. I am absolutely on the Avilayne train for the show, but I do also love pretty much everything about their relationship in the books. This relationship has a depth and a complexity to it that the VAST majority of the romantic relationships only WISH they had (and is more romantic too). If the first five books kinda centered around Mat x Rand as the central relationship I cared about, the latter five Jordan books center around Elayne x Aviendha for me.

Elayne dealing with politics in Andor. Genuinely enjoyed so much of this! Politics & intrigue. Sieges. Plots and treachery. It was such a breath of fresh air in the last two books, especially. I was always relieved when I got to an Elayne chapter.

Least fav arcs (or themes):

Perrin and the Shaido. Perrin’s whole meandering plotline is a mess. The Shaido should NOT have been an issue after Dumai’s Well, period. They were absolutely played out at that point and it was kinda ridiculous that they apparently managed to survive yet another complete bloodbath of a battle that they were the losers of, after already going through that once with the Battle of Cairhien. And then Perrin deciding to partner with... the Seanchan? Instead of getting back into contact with Rand’s forces? You accomplished your mission, Perrin! Masema is Right There. You and Rand don’t have to play at being enemies any more! This is all a result of there just not being Enough Plot for Perrin, I’d say. I think it was @essie007 who suggested we should give Perrin the Seanchan plot with Tuon, while Mat goes back to Caemlyn and actually gets to be the General for the Forces of Light for a worthwhile period of time. Since Perrin ends up slogging through a Seanchan plot anyway, consolidate and give us only ONE Seanchan team-up plotline in this section of the books.

Mat and Tylin. Poorly framed. Turning rape into comedy is always a bad choice, and I don’t care if Jordan’s intention was to go “look at the role reversal” because way too much of the world doesn’t care about women being sexually assaulted either, so it unfortunately doesn’t even make an effective point about how reversing the ‘typical’ genders can flip PoV. That it ends with Mat deciding that actually it was All Okay and He’ll Genuinely Miss Her is... particularly awful and has been used by so many people to say it actually wasn’t sexual assault at all.

Mat and Tuon. The Joy Of Talking Yourself Into Being In Love With a Slaver. Will always hate that Mat was given this as his endgame pairing. He deserved so much better. I could pick a random character from the books out of a hat and they would probably be a better match for him and a happier ending. Ugh. Featuring such hits as: a. Consent King Mat no longer cares about consent and thinks that Tuon is ‘more beautiful than ever’ when she is actively enslaving people; b. Tuon turning genuine gifts from Mat into ways to hurt innocent people because she is a trashfire of a person; c. Mat putting in 110% effort while Tuon passively accepts it as her due because she’s the One Real Human In The World (the only person who can never be non-person’d, from her PoV). I think more than Tuon herself (who had the potential to be interesting), I really despise what this relationship turns Mat into. Which is a common problem with Jordan’s romances! Same thing happens with Faile and Perrin. Their relationship turns Perrin into such an annoying person. (#AreTheStraightsOK?)

The ‘Actually, Slavery Isn’t So Bad And Makes Life Better For Everyone Else’ Seanchan-related narrative arguments that we start to see, especially in CoT & KoD. This is the point in the books, I guess, where Jordan wanted to start making it clear that We Are Going To Ally With The Slavers (since Rand wasn’t able to drive them away in TPoD) and so he needs to buff and shine them up to attempt to make this entire concept less vomit-inducing. And I guess this also kinda goes along with the increasing vibe in the series that Love and Prophecy are both also kinds of leashes/servitudes and that it is Right and Good to submit yourself to this kind of slavery (plus we also keep having Bad Women Who Deserve To Be Slaves due likely to Jordan’s own Can’t Kill A Woman issue, and it all leaves a very bad taste in my mouth).

Rituals involving women Must Contain Nudity. *frustrated sigh*

The ‘love triangle’ between Perrin-Faile-Berelain aka a supposedly saavy ruler spends... 6 books (?!?) desperately chasing after a married man who is desperately in love with his wife and was never going to ‘pick’ her in a million years. So pointless! So annoying!

Min Completely Changes Herself For A Man, all while protesting that she hates women who do that sort of thing. She goes from someone who seems confident in herself and personality to someone who has molded herself to most closely fit Rand’s desires as best she can determine them without ever actually having a conversation about it at any point. It’s especially sad because... Rand liked Actual!Min fine? She didn’t need to completely change herself for him. When we find out in Winter’s Heart that her hair isn’t naturally curly and she’s been curling it daily ‘for him’ ever since she showed up in Caemlyn... and there isn’t a single mention of her hair when it isn’t in ringlets, which means that she’s doing that literally no matter what other important things might be happening because Glamming It Up For Her Man is her Most Important Job.

Women Deserve Fates Worse Than Death (because it’s so terrible to get them killed!). The double-standard around how female villains are treated vs how male villains are treated is GLARING in this set of books.

Top 12 characters (in alphabetical order because I can’t pick):

I added extra because two of them are conditional and so only half-count.

Aviendha -- we finally get some Aviendha PoVs and they are absolute gold, every single one. We get to see her being thoughtful and adapting to new situations and being sweet and emotional and honest, but also have that ruthless core still.

Berelain (Lord of Chaos/pre-Perrin chasing) -- she’s such a competent ruler! And she flat-out borders on being adorable when she’s interacting with the Aiel. And then... the one-sided Triangle of Doom happens. It’s such a bizarre and useless thing to do with her character. It never adds anything of value. It feels like it was there as excuse for Berelain to tag along with Perrin but she already had a POLITICAL reason for that. But I love Good Proxy Ruler Berelain and her dynamic with the Aiel. TBH, a Good Ending for Berelain would have been to get married to one of the Aiel clan chiefs. I think it would have made everyone happy. Sorilea would have been happy to matchmake for her.

Egwene -- I like Egwene a lot better once she stops lying to the Wise Ones and starts lying to the Aes Sedai, lol. Mostly because at that point she’s doing political maneuvering, rather than lying to people who have been nothing but helpful and kind to her and have considered her essentially family. But once she gets to Salidar, she feels like an underdog who is working her way to success by gaming the system to her advantage. The Aes Sedai deserved to be lied to, basically. And she is probably the best part of KoD, though Elayne comes close.

Elayne -- love seeing her get super-excited about creating ter’angreal in LoC. she gets a lot of growth in re-thinking her assumptions about Mat in ACoS. It’s just a shame all that growth gets cut off at the knees when Mat gets spliced into the Seanchan storyline. And I liked her politics in Andor arc. She grows into herself as a queen and an Aes Sedai. Love how her relationship with Aviendha develops.

Elaida -- okay, hear me out, lol. After being reminded in LoC that she’s been tainted by Aridhol, her story is actually both fascinating and tragic! She’s early books Mat, only she doesn’t have anyone who cares for her enough as a person to see her becoming a paranoid monster and fight to find a way to heal and save her from it. Also, while Elaida is becoming more and more egotistical and paranoid, so is Rand, so she actually provides a compelling counterpoint to Rand’s descent. She parallels Rand, but a different part of Rand than Egwene does.

Loial -- he’s a tertiary character and always been sent off somewhere out of the main plot but he’s an enjoyable stand-out, whether he’s feverishly taking notes about whatever it is that Rand’s is doing or putting a long handle on his axe to help out or finally getting married.

Mat (pre-Tuon) -- Mat in Lord of Chaos: S-tier. Amazing. Wonderful PoV. Love him to pieces. Peak of his development. Flawed but always interesting. He’s funny in an oblivious PoV way, we get to see some very nice leader of the Band of the Red Hand stuff from him. It really does suck that this dynamic almost immediately got taken away? He gets the BotRH at the end of TFOH and then the very next book, he loses them when he goes to Ebou Dar and doesn’t reunite with them until KoD. It really does feel like Mat HAD an arc as Rand’s general and then Jordan remembered about the prophecy and he was abruptly sliced away from that plotline so that he could be spliced into the Seanchan plotline instead (he doesn’t even get to finish out the plan that he made about Sammael!) where he is slowly ground down to a shell of his previous self and it is heartbreaking. He goes from flying Rand’s banner and risking his life to free slaves (LoC-WH!Mat) to giving a slaver gifts and pandering to her whims in hopes that she’ll fall in love with him so that his marriage isn’t a total hellscape (that marriage is gonna be a TOTAL hellscape; she does not respect him as a person)... in less than two months! A character assassination arc that pretends to be an ‘arranged marriage’ romance.

Nynaeve -- my darling angel, our lovely rage healer. She grows so much in this second half of the series! Love that she was able to break her block and get her man. She helps Rand cleanse saidin as well, which is epic. She kinda drops off the map after that, with the exception of a great set of scenes with Lan & his people, which is unfortunate. We needed more Nynaeve!

Rand -- All three of the main male characters get put through negative character arcs in these six books but Rand’s feels the most purposeful so it doesn’t bother me like Mat and Perrin’s do. The actual progression of his ‘relationship’ with Lews Therin I like. The increasing amounts of paranoia, reckless, etc. is very concerning but makes sense. His relationship with Min mostly feels like it undermines his story, though, rather than adding to it.

Seaine -- our first of the Black Ajah Hunters that Elaida semi-accidentally sets up and I love her to pieces. Her love for her dead family and for kitties and that she has friends outside her Ajah! She kinda gets less and less important as the Black Ajah Hunters storyline goes on, but I do love her.

Sulin -- (Lord of Chaos) We have her struggle to try to protect Rand without setting off his overprotectiveness alarm, her willingly incurring toh to do her best to ensure that he’s guarded appropriately. Her servant arc and then dropping it, again, for Rand’s sake. Claiming Rand as her first-brother! It kinda sucks that she gets sent away from him in ACoS. imo this was done because No One But Min is allowed to be affectionate towards Rand now that she’s got him on the hook, so Sulin got sent away so that MIN and only Min could play caretaker.

Verin -- Always fascinating. A ruthless pragmatist in many ways, she’s also subtle enough to avoid detection. I feel like she would have made a much better post-Moiraine mentor for Rand than Cadsuane and even more complicated.

And just a quick shout out to Selende and Merana for being excellent tertiary characters. And while I hate the Shaido sideplot, I like Faile & her companions inside it -- I just think they deserved a better plot. Galad gives SUCH a strong performance in the prologue of KoD that I have to add him too. Ituralde is also a good tertiary character, as well as Bashere. I also enjoy pretty much the full set of Black Ajah Hunters, not just Seaine.

Fav scenes (roughly in chronological order):

Bashere dealing with one of Rand’s fits of cold rage, early on in Lord of Chaos. It’s an impressive scene for Bashere and shows why he is a good fit for working under Rand, who does have certain issues that he literally can’t control.

Literally every time the Maidens fuss over Rand in Lord of Chaos.

Rand with the Two Rivers’ girls in Caemlyn! It ends sadly, but the early part of it is fairly cute and sweet and Rand enjoys himself even with the guilt he’s feeling.

Elayne and her joy about creating ter’angreal. She likes it and she’s so good at it.

Rand at the school in Cairhien! Love love love! Everything about this scene is magic and I hope we get Rand’s Schools in the show.

Egwene and Rand refuse to help each other in LoC. A sad scene but it works really well as two PoVs clashing and they both make perfect sense to themselves but are completely coming across the wrong way to the other person.

Mat dealing with the Aiel attack on the BotRH.

Rand figures out that IF THEY WERE FARMERS, he and Elayne wouldn’t be considered related at all. lol

Berelain takes tea with the Wise Ones. Even in Egwene’s negatively-biased PoV, Berelain comes off so well here and her relationships with the Aiel Wise Ones are beautiful.

Sulin being done with her toh because she needs to save Rand.

Perrin calling on the wolves to come help save Rand.

Rand removes the Cairhienin crown from Colavaere’s head using the One Power.

Elayne stands up against the Salidar embassy and re-affirms that she IS Aes Sedai and they will stop treating her as if she is still Accepted.

Nynaeve breaking through her block & being reunited with Lan. (if we take out the Jordan-obligatory Romantic Violence)

Elayne takes the Aes Sedai to go meet the Kin and they learn how old Reanne is (much older than any Aes Sedai).

Elaida accidentally putting the first ball in motion for the creation of the Black Ajah Hunters in the White Tower.

Seaine immediately disobeying Elaida’s order for secrecy and bringing her old friend Pevara into what she has decided MUST be a hunt for the Black Ajah.

Mat’s fight in the warehouse in the Rahad, trying to avenge Elayne (he thinks she’s dead at that point).

Though I HATE that Mat isn’t there to finish out the plan against Sammael, when we actually see Rand’s side of it unfold, it’s very cool and clever. First in Illian and then in Shadar Logoth.

Rand meeting Moridin in Shadar Logoth and their streams crossing!

Rand getting the crown of swords. I love how it marries the kindness that we remember from Rand in earlier books to the arrogance that he’s developed in the time since then, and the ominous warning note that the book ends on.

Elayne unweaving her Gateway and the aftermath of it, the moment she realizes when she wants Aviendha for her first-sister.

Egwene takes control during the meeting to declare war on Elaida.

The Black Ajah Hunters find one of the Black Ajah!

Elayne and Aviendha become first-sisters. 💕💕💕💕

Elayne and Aviendha finally getting to see Rand again; it’s been a million years (we’ll ignore how quickly he dips on them, just for the moment).

In the middle of his own escape plans, Mat frees the captive Windfinder and shows her how to free the others.

The cleansing of saidin is pretty epic.

Elayne and Aviendha reacting to the huge usage of saidar that makes the cleansing.

Egwene declares that they can open negotiations with the White Tower... with their terms being Elaida surrendering completely, resigning, and going into exile.

The lesser consensus of the rebel White Tower stands to send an ambassy to the Black Tower to open negotiations for an alliance.

Aviendha has a careful conversation with Egwene in TAR, where she doesn’t disclose any of Rand’s secrets.

Egwene takes over Bode’s place in the plan to create the blockade in the harbor of Tar Valon.

Having learned that Morgase was abused and imprisoned by Valda, Galad challenges him to trial by combat and defeats him, taking control of the Whitecloaks.

Egwene is taken inside the Tower as a captive, but realizes this gives her a chance to bring her battle inside the Tower itself.

Ituralde vs the Seanchan. 💕

“Will he ride alone?” 💕

Lews Therin grabs saidin and fights against Shadowspawn, introducing Rand and Logain to Blossoms of Fire, Deathgates, and Arrows of Fire. Rand struggles to get LTT to release the Power afterwards.

Elayne gets rescued by Birgitte and immediately realizes she has an opportunity to move forward and secure the throne of Andor.

Thoughts on canon Romances so far:

For the Rand romances: Whenever Rand and Elayne think about each other, I am Struck Dead by Romance. When they finally get to interact in a scene again, it is Amazing, and Elayne is the key element to making the poly relationship feel poly and not like a harem. Sadly, they have far too little screentime, once again. Poor Aviendha is also avoided by Rand during this latter set of books, despite how much he likes her. The main romance to feature for Rand in this arc is, of course, Rand and Min. Oh, boy.

First, gotta say, such a strange narrative choice for Jordan to focus on how Rand loves Elayne and Aviendha too much to subject them to his dangerous presence, and then have him drag Min around everywhere with him like a backpack after TPoD. It’s especially weird because, as the ONLY non-channeler in this set of relationships, Min is actually way more vulnerable than either Elayne or Aviendha and much more likely to have been accidentally killed. Min is constantly put into dangerous situations as a result of standing next to Rand. I mean, I assume the reason for this is that Min has already done everything for the narrative that she’s required to do, so she literally has nothing better to do with her time than be Rand’s accessory, but it does stand out.

As for Min, her thought before she sees Rand again (in Chapter 41 of LoC) kinda sums it all up on her side of things: you’ll be whatever you think he wants you to be.

Aviendha and Elayne are both very much still essentially the same person with or without Rand in their lives -- they love him but they do not shape their identities around him. Min embroiders her clothes when she’s never done it before and grows her hair out and curls it into ringlets down to her shoulders and wears heeled boots that make her wobble and that she hates, and sits on his lap and simpers and flirts even though she’s harshly judged other women for doing the same. Out of the three women in Rand’s life, Min is the only one who ‘changes herself for a man’. She shapes her entire identity around being of service to Rand and being mildly sassy as she does it doesn’t change that fact. It would probably bother me a lot less if Elayne x Rand and Aviendha x Rand were also being given screentime at the same time, but when Min x Rand is the ONLY pairing that gets actual attention, I notice all the things I dislike about it more.

Related: Min is bad for Rand’s mental health and well-being, actually, imo. My evidence consists of a few main points - viewings she has that are bad for him, and her inability to keep secrets about him while being able to keep secrets from him.

Her viewing that “Aes Sedai will hurt you” ends up being part of what makes Rand run headlong into Elaida’s embassy and The Box.

Her viewing that “Cadsuane needs to teach Rand a lesson” actually hinders a potential Rand & Cadsuane partnership because Rand isn’t actually honestly responding to what Cadsuane is doing; he’s responding to Min’s viewing, which means that Cadsuane uses ineffective and counterproductive means for a long time.

Her viewing that Elza will “serve Rand” “in her own way” does not age well in the long run. And that’s a weird viewing, too, because Min DOESN’T have a viewing at first but desperately WANTS a viewing and then all of a sudden a viewing appears that is exactly what she wanted it to be.

Her viewing that Alivia will ‘help Rand die’ seems to feed into Rand’s death wish. And then she’s an asshole to Alivia for no good reason.

She spills all of Rand’s Box trauma about Aes Sedai to Cadsuane, Cadsuane’s two Aes Sedai minions, and Caraline Damodred and Lord Darlin. She does not tell Rand that she’s breached his privacy.

She initially hides from him the fact that she’s had (what she believes is) a failed set of viewings, which means that he views her viewings as Absolutely Certain. Given Rand’s dependency on prophecies at this point, I absolutely believe having an ‘in-house’ fortune teller is a bad thing for him. (she does tell him sometime between CoT and KoD but it’s clear that Rand’s belief in her viewings has solidified by this time, even when she WANTS him to doubt her now)

She almost immediately also tells Cadsuane that she’s bonded to Rand, continuing her saga of “can only keep a secret from Rand, but never on Rand’s behalf”. And she ALSO tells Cadsuane that she told Rand that he needs Cadsuane, so she very much is giving Cadsuane every possible advantage over Rand that she can, despite this being AFTER she was disturbed by Cadsuane saying she would only hurt Rand “as much as she needed to”. She appears to like and trust Cadsuane much more than she trusts and likes her romantic partner.

In their brief scene together in CoT, she appears to be trying to stoke Rand’s paranoia higher by telling him that her viewing of Logain having an aura of glory might mean that he’ll try to displace Rand as the Dragon Reborn. She had that viewing of Logain back in TFoH, I believe, and there’s never been anything in it to indicate danger to Rand. But in KoD, Rand uses this viewing as part of his justification for not trusting Logain’s warnings about Taim subverting the Black Tower against him, which leads to Taim’s control over the Black Tower remaining unchecked.

Rand didn’t want her to come along to meet with (fake) Tuon, but she manipulated him to make a promise to her during sex, and then she refused to stay with the rest of the group (like he asked) and came up next to him instead, so that he essentially had to choose between protecting always-helpless Min (and losing his hand) or letting her get killed. Min is relatively helpless, an absolute damsel-in-distress compared to Rand’s other love interests. It really was inevitable that she would end up being used by the narrative like a damsel-in-distress if she kept insisting on going with Rand to all his most dangerous locations. It’s only surprising that it didn’t happen sooner, tbh.

Also, how strangely convenient it is that Min ‘which one of us will he REALLY marry’ Farshaw “doesn’t remember” her viewing that Elayne is pregnant, despite telling half of the Royal Palace about it before she jetted with Rand and Nynaeve.

Overall, Min is a LIABILITY to Rand for pretty much the entire time that she’s with him from LoC through KoD. She contributes nothing useful, despite actually having knowledge that would help him (she knows about the sul’dam secret), mostly spends her time being Rand’s Sexy Sexy Lamp or making his quality of life worse via her viewings stoking his paranoia and her lack of trust in him leading to her empowering people who treat him poorly (Cadsuane).

For Egwene: Kinda meh to ‘eh, might as well’ lol. She flipped a switch over to Gawyn during TFoH and basically just marches along that path in these books. It’s not a romance with very much substance to it (or screentime!), imo, even as they tell me how much they love each other. Egwene’s real love is politics, and THAT pairing I do like for her, lol. (apologies to @markantonys lol)

For Mat: Kill all ‘romances’ here with fire, lol. Hated everything with Tylin. Hated everything with Tuon. I do think Mat has a lot of chemistry with the women that he’s not allowed to seriously romance in the narrative (Elayne or Auldra, for example), which makes his actual ‘romances’ even worse in comparison, lol. Before, I was all “just let him be single; he’ll be happier that way” and am now on “wtf, just let him be single because the Pattern sucks at matchmaking”.

For Perrin: For all that the domestic violence/struggle between Faile and Perrin frustrated me early in the series, I have to admit it comes off much better in retrospect when compared to what’s happening between most of the relationships NOW.

In The Dragon Reborn (book 3), Faile and Perrin’s struggle over her preferred name vs Perrin forcing her family-given name of Zarine on her ends in Faile’s favor with him accepting that HER choosing to be Faile means that she’s Faile. In Tuon and Mat’s storyline, Mat is NOT allowed to have his preferred name be used by his wife -- instead, Tuon will use anything EXCEPT his preferred name for him, and we end in Knife of Dreams (book 11) by having her force his family-given name on him, refusing to call him ‘Mat’ and only using ‘Matrim’.

When Faile punches and attacks Perrin in The Shadow Rising (book 4), he makes it clear that he does not consider this acceptable behavior between romantic partners. I’m not thrilled with how Jordan went for a ‘fire vs fire’ approach of having Perrin humiliate/beat Faile into not enacting violence on him (violence to stop violence generally is not a great solution) but no one even tries to push back against the domestic violence anymore! It’s just considered acceptable for wives to punch their husbands hard enough to make their knees buckle (Setalle Anan to her husband in Winter’s Heart, book 9) or make them worry that they’ve broken a rib (Tuon to Mat in Knife of Dreams).

When Faile and Perrin get married in The Shadow Rising, though it is a rush decision, the relationship is still entered into with honest and clear eyes on the parts of both parties. Perrin is technically fated to be involved with Faile, but his decision to be with her is not based on Because Destiny Says So and is instead because he genuinely WANTS to be with her (even if he doesn’t understand her and there’s a major culture clash between them). They do choose one of their cultures to get married by but, again, Faile still AGREES to marry Perrin and she doesn’t do it by accident or get tricked into it by the Pattern, the way Mat is tricked into saying his vows to Tuon in Winter’s Heart.

The entire Faile and Perrin courtship is looking a lot healthier by comparison with all the later relationships that get featured screen-time. Both sides actually have to compromise and talk things out and the burden isn’t placed entirely on one party to do all the compromising. They’re together because they both freely choose it. And, after some struggle, they’ve realize that impulsive violence is not something that should have a place in their relationship.

I do still hate the tunnel-vision that Jordan gave Perrin in these recent books though. Literally anything that isn’t Faile gets dismissed as unimportant, whether that’s a best friend losing a hand or slavery infesting the continent where he lives.

For Nynaeve: Actual Equal Relationship? Sorta? With Consensual Kink? It Seems? The only bad part is that Nynaeve continues to feel shame about sharing her sexual feelings with... her husband? Like, Nynaeve if you can’t share them with LAN??? He is literally the most appropriate person to share them with. Please stop feeling ashamed about wanting to have sex with your husband; it makes me feel so sad for you and also makes me judge the Two Rivers hard. Plus the fact that the narrative kinda tricks them into the kink makes me sad all around. Don’t do it if you don’t like it! It doesn’t matter that the Sea Folk literally write kink into their wedding vows! They are not in your bedroom!

... if Avilayne were a canon romance, it would definitely be the winner right now though, with barely any competition. Emotionally intimate! They are never violent with each other! They support and care for each other and are a safe place for vulnerability and trust. This is what a healthy relationship looks like. I would like every heterosexual relationship in this series to please take some notes.

I’m planning on rereading New Spring and maybe The Strike on Shayol Ghul before I dive into the Sanderson books. But my next post is going to be my personal evaluation of The Slog (tm). Summary: oh boy it is so real.

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Mechanic chapter 14

Note: direct follow up to chapter 13. This one has cost me blood, sweat and tears as they say 🥲.

Warnings: same as previous chapters.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x modern!Masema

summary: your reunion with Sihtric was bittersweet.

wordcount: 3,4k

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You both smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but you were stopped when a sudden clattering sound startled you both. And when you both looked into the direction the sound had come from, you saw the shadowy figure of a man standing in the door of the repair shop.

The clattering sound was heard again as the shadow slowly stalked closer, heavy boots colliding with the mechanical tools which were scattered on the concrete floor. You and Sihtric jumped up and he quickly shoved you behind him upon realising it's Masema.

'What are you doing with my woman?' Masema's threatening voice sounded calm but intense.

'She is not your woman,' Sihtric said coldly, his voice as calm and low like Masema's.

And only then you suddenly realised how their voices were identical, if it wasn't for the slight accent Sihtric spoke with, and that realisation frightened you seemingly out of nowhere once it hit you. Sihtric kept you behind him and you grabbed onto his arm, while Masema closed in with awfully slow and confident steps.

'I'm going to ask you to leave my property,' Sihtric said firmly, 'this place is closed for people right now, you have no right or reason to be here.'

'Sure,' Masema chuckled darkly, 'I'll leave your property,' he sniffed and looked around the repair shop, then stared with his piercing gaze into your eyes, 'if I get back my property.'

'She is not your property,' the mechanic scoffed, then lowered his voice as he spoke to you over his shoulder, 'call the cops for me, love.'

'Yeah, I wouldn't do that,' Masema smiled at you, amused.

'You're insane!' you suddenly exploded from behind your boyfriend, 'you do know the cops are looking for you, right? One call and you'll be locked up for good!'

'For good? Eh,' Masema shrugged and licked his lips, unphased, 'look, just don't make this a big deal now,' he looked back at Sihtric, 'hand her over and we will all leave unharmed. You have my word.'

'Call the cops,' Sihtric urged you while he kept his eyes on Masema, who stood merely five paces away now, 'I'm not letting you leave with her-'

'Oh, I think you will,' Masema said with a cocky smile, and suddenly pulled a gun out of his leather jacket as you reached for your phone.

You and Sihtric froze, your breath hitched in your throat while Sihtric stopped breathing for a second as he stared death right in the eyes.

'Think twice, sweetheart,' Masema said to you, 'make that call and your pathetic and unworthy lover will be dead as I pull the trigger. And I'll make you watch him bleed out.'

You stared at Masema, nailed to the ground and not moving an inch out of fear for what the madman was capable of. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess, but suddenly only one question popped up in your mind.

'How… how did you know I was here?'

'I'm in your phone, darling,' Masema scoffed, almost offended that you asked such a stupid question, 'I've read all your texts and seen all your photos. And I also know you've been lying to me,' he clicked his tongue, 'you told me this guy was out of your life and yet,' he sighed and shook his head, 'and yet here you are, my promised wife spending time with her ex.'

'I am not promised to you, you fucking freak!' you snapped.

'Leave! Now!' Sihtric snarled at him, but he stopped talking as soon as Masema cocked the hammer of his gun, ready to fire as he kept his aim.

'Hand her over,' Masema demanded again, 'hand her over now!' he suddenly shouted, then lowered his volume again, 'hand her over, and then I'll leave.'

'No… no, you won't get her,' Sihtric breathed hard and unsteady, 'over my dead-'

'No!' you cried out and silenced Sihtric, 'd-don't,' you sniffled and hesitantly moved past him while you kept your eyes on Masema, 'I… I'll go with you, okay. I'll go-'

'No,' Sihtric gasped and pulled you back, 'don't do this, please,' his hands trembled as he held your face close to his, 'you can't go with him. I can't lose you again, please-'

'Sihtric,' you cried softly while feeling his breath on your lips, 'please, don't try to be a hero, okay? Please, just let me leave with him.'

'No,' the mechanic breathed, panicked as his tears took over, 'I- I can't just let you go-'

'Okay!' Masema sighed, agitated, 'that's enough,' he hissed and took your arm in a bruising grip, yanking you out of Sihtric's embrace, 'with me, now.'

'I will fucking kill you, you psycho!' Sihtric shouted hoarsely and cried while he just stood there, completely powerless, watching as he lost you once again.

'Kill me? Sure,' Masema snorted, 'I'd like to see you try, pretty boy. Look at you, you're pathetic,' he mocked as he pushed you towards the open door, 'you don't deserve her. You could never worship her.'

You cried but didn't protest while Masema dragged you with him outside, holding Sihtric at gunpoint until he reached his car and commanded you to get in the car.

'Where are you taking me?' you asked with a sob while Masema started his car.

'We, my darling, have a wedding to attend,' Masema said curtly, and he smiled like the devil as he gave Sihtric one last glare, before speeding off from the repair shop's parking lot.

And you began to cry uncontrollably after you had caught one last glimpse of Sihtric in the rear-view mirror, who was truly the love of your life, as he ran out of the shop with a heartbroken look on his face while he saw Masema drive off with you into the night.

Sihtric wasted no time and he grabbed his helmet, his black leather jacket and his phone. He tracked your location while he jumped on his bike, revving the engine loudly before taking off with squeaking tires to follow wherever you were being taken to. It didn't take long before he figured out that Masema was abducting you to his church, the abandoned farm, and he became reckless. Speeding through the darkness of the night on his bike, wearing a black helmet but no other real protective gear that would keep him safe if he were to lose control over his bike, his flesh would simply be burned and scraped from his bones if he collided with the asphalt at the insane speed he was riding with. And if he would get hit by a car, again, there was no way of telling if he'd live to tell the tale this time. But Sihtric didn't care about the dangers that lured over his shoulder, no, all he cared about was you. And all he could think about was getting to you as fast as he possibly could. Your words echoed in his head as he sped over the highway. 'Don't try to be a hero.' But he had to, because he loved you and only you, and you were his princess, so what else was he supposed to do?

The sharp and cool evening wind sliced into his ungloved hands as he rode, piercing through his dirty work overalls and making his unzipped leather jacket dance in the wind. If he wasn't so pumped with adrenaline right now he would be shivering while he kept the throttle pinned almost fully open with his right hand, his knuckles white from the grip he held the handlebar with. He swayed smoothly left and right, overtaking the few lonely cars and trucks on the road at such a late hour, while his eyes kept darting back and forth between the road ahead and his phone, which was secured on his handlebar mount, as it showed your live location. Masema was too far ahead for him to see on the road, but he knew he was closing in and he also knew the church wasn't that far away anymore. His motorcycle made a haunting sound as he opened the gas completely, making it roar for a moment when the road was straight, before he had to make a sharp turn to go to the outskirts of town.

Just as quick as Masema had dragged you towards his car he dragged you out of it again. You had cried the entire way to the farm, and you had no idea how long the drive had actually been, but Masema had been driving like a mad man too, so you were at the wedding destination before you knew it. And Masema didn't have to explain it to you, you already knew that it would be your wedding you were attending.

The church was dark and deserted, you wanted to ask why there was no one else around but the maddening look in his eyes told you enough. This was an impulsive move to tie you to him and his church, and there were to be no witnesses. He would simply tell everyone else you two had eloped, happily in love, and because everyone always believed the rules and stories he made up on his own all the time, no one would even think to question the marriage after the fact.

Masema flicked on the hard white lights in the abandoned building and shoved you towards an improvised altar in the middle of the room. You tripped because of the force he used and fell down to your knees, scraping your hands in the process on the cold concrete floor. Masema was quick to grab your arm and he pulled you up your feet. Clearly he had done a bit of preparation before he came to take you away from Sihtric, as official marriage documents were placed on the table that made for an altar, waiting to be signed by you both. And Masema wasn't stupid, he knew you would never sign those documents without a little push, so to give you a hint that it was best to sign it, he took his gun and laid it down next to the pen you were expected to sign with. He paced back and forth while he gave you a moment to compose yourself, understanding it was a lot to take in. He wasn't pleased that he had taken you away from Sihtric by force, but you had left him no other choice.

'Why me?' you whispered, after having summoned the courage to speak, 'I'm a nobody.'

'That is exactly why you,' Masema snarled as he rushed towards you, 'because no one would bat an eye if you disappeared and came to live here with us. And you,' he cupped your cheeks and inhaled sharply, 'you're so easy to manipulate,' he cooed and chuckled darkly, 'making you one of my wives means you will do whatever I say in the end. And together we can lead my people. I need a young wife, a pretty little thing like you who is not married to someone else, so I can have you all for myself. And I will breed you and we will be gods, my darling.'

'But I don't want to be a part of your cult!' you shouted, desperately, 'You're a monster! You believe that everyone who thinks differently than you deserves death! And I will not be a part of your madness! Because that is what you are, Masema! You're a fucking madman creating an army of psychos!'

Masema clicked his tongue and almost snarled at you.

'You will be my wife!' he then barked and grabbed your wrists painfully hard, pulling you towards the table with the papers and his weapon, 'and you will sign!'

You grew silent when you noticed his gun was right next to the pen you were to sign away your life with, and it all seemed to suddenly dawn on you that going on that very first bike ride with Masema was the biggest mistake of your life, and it had led you to this very moment. You swallowed hard as tears streamed down your face, and you picked up the pen with your trembling hand.

Sihtric had parked his bike out of sight from the farm, just like the other times he had stepped foot on Masema's ground before, and he dragged his leather boots through the dirt as fast and as quietly as he could. As he neared the dimly lit farmhouse he cursed himself internally for not having brought any weapon himself, as he remembered Masema had a gun. And he got the confirmation that Masema still had the gun with him when he carefully peeked through the window and saw the weapon on a table with some papers. Sihtric frowned at the whole ordeal, and he then saw Masema speak to you in a threatening way, but he couldn't decipher what was being said.

His hands began to itch with anger when he saw your tears and the way Masema grabbed your wrists, which must have been bruisingly hard for he yanked you towards the table with a brute force. Masema then pointed at the papers on the table, with a furious and maddening look on his face, and Sihtric exhaled shakily when he realised he truly needed something to defend himself with. He would do nothing rather than burst through the door and punch the guy who looks like him in the face, take you in his arms and ride away with you on his bike as fast as he could, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance if Masema got a hold of the gun before his fist would land between his eyes. For a moment he considered calling the cops, but Sihtric was too stubborn to do that, even though he knew that having Masema arrested would probably solve everything. But he couldn't stand the thought of Masema being locked away and not having the chance to bash his head in before, so he made another reckless decision and refused to call for help.

Sihtric crouched down and quietly made his way around the building, hoping to find something he could use as a weapon against the maniac inside. His eyes scanned the fields, the moonlight illuminating his view, and when he was about to give up the hope he'd find a weapon of sorts and would just ram the door and hope for the best, he suddenly found a crowbar next to an old and broken down truck. His first thought was to ram the door and attack Masema with the crowbar, but he then figured Masema's bullets were still a threat to him. He pondered for a moment, and then his eyes landed on Masema's car. The same car Masema had taken you away with from him, and Sihtric fought a dangerous grin.

The tip of the pen was pressed onto the marriage papers, your fingers squeezing it so hard that the skin under your nails had turned colour. You considered another desperate plea to just be released, but you knew it would be useless. You would never get away from Masema, no matter what you did. You knew if you would manage to escape he would continue to follow you forever, so you might as well try to accept that this insane man was going to be your husband for the rest of your life. It was simply the safest option, but not any less of a nightmare. You took a deep breath, and your brain began to send the signals to your hand to move and place your signature on the dotted line. The pen seemed to move painstakingly slow as the ink came out in shaky lines. Masema smiled satisfied while he still towered over you, watching how you slowly traced the pen across the sheet, but his satisfied smile quickly fell when you were both startled by a harsh sound that came from just outside the building.

You let out a gasp and dropped the pen as your body jerked out of fear at the sudden sound. Masema snapped his head towards the door and you both waited while a long silence fell. And then, moments later, another hard blow was heard, and this time you and Masema both heard the recognisable sound of glass being broken and a car alarm that began to ring in the night. And again, and again, the breaking sound continued outside and Masema huffed in anger and confusion. He stormed towards the door and almost kicked it open, only to freeze on the doorstep once he saw his car had been completely damaged. The windows were either cracked or fully missing, the sides had dents and scratches beyond repair and smoke erupted from underneath its bashed in hood.

'What the fuck!' Masema shouted and ran to his car, then stopped dead in his tracks when he heard another loud bang coming from his right side, and he looked towards where the noise came from.

Masema was baffled as he saw Sihtric, with a crowbar in his hands, standing next to a bike whose mirrors had already been torn off.

'Get away from my fucking bike!' Masema snarled and he ran towards Sihtric, who did not stop and continued to vandalise the vehicle into ruins.

Sihtric grunted with anger as he destroyed Masema's bike, and he knew chances of Masema carrying his gun were big and that destroying his ways of transportation might just be the last thing he'd ever do, but then so be it. Masema had fallen for the trap and had left the building, and Sihtric hoped it had given you time to run or, to be smart and do what he did not do, call the cops.

Masema ran towards Sihtric and landed a hard kick to the mechanic's stomach, which punched the air out of his lungs and caused him to fall backwards. The crowbar had slipped out of his hand, and Masema kicked it away as Sihtric wanted to retrieve it. He grabbed Sihtric by his leather jacket and punched him in the face, only to be met with the cracking sound of bones as he received a kick to his knee, which made him groan in agony and he released Sihtric as he stumbled backwards. Sihtric crawled back up on his feet and, as he managed to grab the crowbar again, was suddenly spooked by the sound of a gun being fired twice, and he ducked, just like Masema. Both men needed a few seconds to realise they weren't wounded, and then they looked up as they heard you scream at the top of your lungs.

'Don't you fucking move!' you screamed as your voice trembled, pointing the gun towards both men with shaking hands.

Your vision was blurred because of your tears, and for a moment you couldn't figure out who was Masema and who was Sihtric, so you quickly wiped your eyes and sniffled as you did.

'You need to leave me alone!' you cried, 'do you hear me!' you shouted and finally pointed the gun at Masema when you recognised the evil in his demeanour, 'you will leave me the fuck alone and you will let me leave with Sihtric! I swear I will fucking kill you!'

Masema held up his hands and he looked down at the ground, not being able to look you in the eyes like the coward he really was once he lost control over somebody. Sihtric cautiously got up, holding his hands up too while still holding the crowbar, and he took a careful step towards you as you eyes were completely fixated on Masema. You then gave Sihtric a quick look, to which he froze, terrified you were going to shoot him for a moment, but he felt a relief wash over him when you gave him a curt nod, allowing him to come closer. And as Sihtric made his way over to you, partly limping after the hard kick he had received to his body, he made sure to knock the light out of Masema's eyes as he gave him a hard blow to the back of his head with the crowbar. You shrieked as Masema hit the ground and covered your mouth with one hand, holding the gun in your other, and Sihtric was fast to limp over to you and take the gun out of your hands while you trembled and cried, exhausted.

'It's okay,' Sihtric said and hushed you as he pulled you in his arms, after having put the safety back on the gun before he tucked it in his jeans, 'it's over, love. It's over,' he reassured you as he held you while you cried in his chest, 'we're going to call the cops and then I'm taking you home with me.'

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 3 months

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Mechanic chapter 12

Note: direct follow up to chapter 11.

Warnings: stockholm syndrom.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x modern!Masema

summary: Masema wanted to see you again.

wordcount: 2,3k

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You felt his big hands all over your body, his touch was warm; a pleasant contrast to the cool night air and his kiss was hot.

He licked inside your mouth with each parting of your lips, and his way of kissing was new to you. He kissed nothing like Sihtric. No, Masema kissed you hard and deep, not tender like Sihtric always did. Masema was confident and driven by lust and desire and obsession, and you could clearly taste the madness but you ignored it. When Sihtric kissed you it always felt safe. And you had liked things safe with Sihtric. But not anymore. You didn't like things to be safe anymore now that you kissed Masema and felt the adrenaline rush through your body, just outside your house after going for a bike ride with him. Everything felt dangerous and it made your heart race. It made you feel alive and that was all you wanted. Masema made you feel alive, and he knew it.

You began to kiss him more desperately and slowly pulled him with you to your front door. You searched for your keys while you continued to kiss him, hungrily, and you somehow managed to unlock the door without ever breaking away. You pulled him over your doorstep with your fingers curled around the neck of his shirt, tugging him inside, and he kicked the door shut behind him. Masema picked you up, his mouth leaving marks on your neck and bruising your lips as he kissed, bit and sucked your skin. He sat you up on your table, the same table where his bouquet of roses had been days ago before you had thrown them out, and he was quick to take off your jacket and your shirt. His warm untattooed hands squeezed your breasts while he continued to kiss you as if he needed it to keep his heart beating and his lungs filled, and you got lost in him. You took off Masema's leather jacket and his shirt followed quickly after, and you trailed your hands up and down his bare muscular torso. His body was perfect, nearly in the same condition as Sihtric's body, except Masema's skin was smooth and unscarred. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his arousal as he grinded his hips against yours and you both began to run out of breath. His fingers tangled in your hair, your heart was pounding out of your chest while your nails raked down over his back, and the desperate sound of each other's ragged breathing filled the air.

But then you broke the kiss and pushed him away.

'No,' you said out of breath, 'I- I'm sorry,' you wiped your lips and quickly grabbed your shirt to cover yourself up. 'I… I can't do this. I'm… I'm still with- with S-Sihtric,' your words died as you looked at Masema.

A hint of anger flashed through his eyes, but he managed to not show it on his face. He leaned back in and cupped your cheeks, threateningly, but then he smiled sweetly.

'It's okay, my goddess,' he whispered and pecked your lips, 'there is no rush. But… if you want to continue this, us, then Sihtric needs to be out of the picture.'

You felt uneasy while you watched him put his shirt and jacket back on, but something also captivated you and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him and you spiralled in your thoughts about what he just said.

'So, I'll see you tomorrow?' he asked, his voice low and honeyed.

'I… I don't know,' you stammered.

'I promise I'll take you somewhere nice,' he persuaded as he held your chin, 'it will be fun, I promise.'

'Yeah, okay, I guess,' you smiled softly, 'y-yeah, sure…'

'But you gotta remember,' he whispered lovingly, 'you gotta cut Sihtric off if you want to keep seeing me.'

'Y-yeah… okay. I will.'

'Good girl,' Masema smiled and kissed your cheek, 'I'll pick you up at five then.'

Sihtric called you the next morning, almost in tears because he hadn't heard from you anymore after you had stormed out of the repair shop. He wanted to come over and talk, and you agreed. But you wouldn't tell him about Masema. You simply couldn't.

'I've been fine,' you said, 'but I just… I think I need space. I think we need… space.'

'What does that mean?' Sihtric asked, feeling as if his entire world crumbled down in front of him, 'you… y-you want to break up?' he nearly choked on his words.

'No,' you said, then hesitated, 'maybe. God,' you groaned, 'I don't know. I… I love you, Sihtric,' you said and took his hands as he sat next to you on your couch, 'but things haven't been going well for us, have they? And I don't mean the crash. I mean the fact that you're just… you're overprotective. And that sounds cute on paper, but it's suffocating me. I just need space and time to think. And you need to think too.'

'Think about what?' he sniffled, 'I don't need to think about anything. I know I love you and I know I want to be with you.'

You looked at him, tormented by your own feelings of love and confusion and feeling trapped.

'I love you too,' you whispered, 'but this whole tracking me down and keeping me away from the outside world is not good for me. It makes me pull away from you…'

Sihtric stared down at his feet for a few long seconds, and you could tell his mind was racing and he was trying his hardest to not break down in front of you.

'I know I'm pushing you away,' Sihtric said softly, 'and I'm sorry. I… I can give you space, if that's what you want. Just,' he paused and swallowed hard, 'just promise me you'll be safe?'

'I will be safe,' you squeezed his hands, 'I promise.'

'Promise you'll stay in touch every day?'

'I promise.'

'Okay,' Sihtric said as you both got up, 'I… I love you,' he sniffled and kissed your cheek, then wrapped his arms around you, 'I love you, princess,' he whispered, 'forever, no matter what.'

Later that day Masema came to pick you up a few minutes before five. You looked out your window and saw him get off his black motorbike. He took off his black helmet and unzipped his black leather jacket as he walked up to your door, which you opened before he could even ring your doorbell. Your clothing matched with Masema as you were dressed in all black; black boots, black jeans, black hoodie and a black denim jacket on top. And Masema's mismatched eyes looked you up and down after you opened the door, and he smiled.

'Hey, gorgeous,' he said, so smoothly it made your knees weak, and he circled his arm around your waist to pull you in for an intense kiss. 'Missed me?' he purred against your lips.

'Maybe,' you giggled shyly, and Masema smirked.

He took a step back and held your hand, 'Let me see you,' he smiled and spun you around to get a better look at you. Then he pulled you back in, 'Mhm, perfect,' he murmured against your lips and kissed you again. 'Ready to go?' he then asked and handed you his extra helmet, which was also black.

'I take it you took care of that boyfriend of yours?' he asked as he adjusted the strap of your helmet.

You simply nodded, pained, but Masema couldn't tell because your face was hidden behind the darkened glass. Your heart ached when you thought of Sihtric, but you just needed space. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself. And you didn't dare tell Masema that you had seen Sihtric earlier that day and promised you'd text him every day to let him know you're doing okay.

'So where are we going?' your voice was muffled by the helmet, and Masema only smirked in reply before he put his own helmet on and zipped up his jacket.

You held tightly onto him as he drove you to his picked destination, which was a cute fairy-tale-like village an hour away that had a carnival going on in the centre. After he had parked his bike and secured the helmets he took your hand, and he led you into the picturesque festivity. The familiar classic carnival theme music sounded and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy followed as the sky began to paint itself with the colours of a perfect sunset. You strolled hand in hand past the numerous rides and stalls, until you reached the foot of a hill that had a stairs leading up to an old castle which overlooked the entire village.

'My lady?' Masema smiled and pulled you playfully with him as he stepped onto the stairs.

You felt yourself blush heavily and followed him, but before you could step on the stairs, Masema lifted you up effortlessly and carried you all the way up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and watched the view as Masema climbed higher, until the end was reached and he stepped onto the castle's ground. Once back on your feet he took your hand again, and he walked towards the stone wall where you had a clear view over the carnival. He snuck his arms around your waist as you enjoyed the view, and a rush of tingles and butterflies shot through your body when you felt his lips pressed onto your cheek.

'So,' he murmured in your ear, 'a good first date or…'

'It's perfect,' you whispered, still speechless by the beautiful view and the beautiful man who had carried you up to the castle.

'Good enough to go on a second date?'

'Definitely,' you giggled.

Masema smiled, spun you around and pulled you in for a head spinning kiss. Once you had composed yourself again you took out your phone, wanting to capture the view, and after you had done so Masema took your phone. He took a few steps back and snapped a few photos of you with the enchanting background that was a swirl of orange and purple in the sky and the carnival's fairy-like lights down in the village.

'A queen,' Masema smiled and handed you your phone back, then cupped your cheeks, 'a goddess,' he hummed and kissed your lips.

When you eventually wanted to walk down the seemingly endless stairs back to the village, Masema insisted you'd jump on his back because, 'A goddess shouldn't need to tire herself with these stairs.'

You were completely swept off your feet by Masema, literally and figuratively. He was so sweet and passionate and he seemed to adore you, maybe even worship you. And what you loved the most was that, instead of being hidden away by Sihtric, Masema showed you off. He kissed you whenever he could, he held your hand and twirled you around as you walked in between the carnival rides, only to pull you back into his arms to kiss you again. He picked you up for no reason at all and made a half circle before he put you back down on your feet again, and then kissed the tip of your nose. He bought you cotton candy, which you shared, and then he bought you a red heart-shaped lollipop.

Masema took you on the dream date that Sihtric never could, and you began to fall head over heels. Not a moment did you stop and think about how Masema had forced himself into your life. Not a single second did you think about the fact that Masema had almost killed you and Sihtric both. And not ever did you remember this man was called dangerous by the police. You didn't see any red flags because Masema made sure to keep your eyes covered with the pink glasses he invented just for you; being the perfect potential boyfriend you needed- no, that you wanted right now, and making your world all rose coloured.

Because Masema knew exactly what you liked. He had stalked you online for a while already, and he had seen your pinterest boards and the instagram pages you followed. He knew everything about you, and you had no idea. And instead of running far away from him, which you should have done, your knees weakened when he held you close and whispered 'Mine,' in your ear, followed by a sweet peck on your cheek. And you held onto him even tighter on the ride back home.

'So, will I see you tomorrow?' you asked, twirling your hair around your finger like a schoolgirl as you stood on your porch.

'Tomorrow's not a good day,' Masema said.

'Sunday? Why is that not a good day?'

'Well, I am at church each Sunday,' he explained, 'for the entire afternoon and sometimes the evening too.'

'At church?' you chuckled, 'oh, okay.'

'Are you religious?' Masema asked, even though he already knew the answer.

'Not really,' you confirmed, 'why?'

'I thought maybe you'd like to join me,' he shrugged and smiled.

'To church?' you snorted, 'eh…'

'If you want to see me tomorrow, it's the only way.'

Masema noticed the doubt in your eyes, and he said, 'It's not boring, I promise. I preach too, you know?'

'Really?' you frowned.

'Really. I'd like it if you'd be there.'

'I'm not sure,' you hesitated, 'what do you preach?'

'I preach what I'm told.'

'Who tells you what to preach?'

He smiled, bit down on his lip and pointed vaguely up towards the sky.

'What, like some kind of prophet?' you chuckled.

'Yeah, something like that,' Masema smiled and cleared his throat, 'join me,' he held your hands, 'what's the worst that could happen?'

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The Punishment chapter 3

Note: as promised, a smutty follow up to the second, rather angsty, chapter. I really had fun creating this one today, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

chapter 1 - chapter 2

Warnings: 18+!! smut. doms/sub dynamic, light degrading.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Masema

summary: Months had passed since your failed attempt to take control of your doms, but you took your chance again.

wordcount: 3k

Masterlist

The bedroom was filled with heavy breaths and the occasional groans and grunts, all sounds coming from your doms, while the curtains were open and the setting sun lit up the room with a cosy orange glow. The chains of handcuffs rattled against the bed's metal frame, accompanied by the sound of a bell that was attached to a collar, and rang with every movement that was made by its wearer.

Masema and Sihtric were both shirtless, left in just their jeans, and their bodies were a sight you could never tire of. Both men were muscular and their skin, covered with a faint layer of sweat, glistened beautifully in the sunlight.

Sihtric's curls on the unshaved side of his head were messy. Your hands had raked through his locks not long ago when you had dry humped him in an attempt to rile him up, and with success. Almost immediately after you lifted your shirt up slightly, to grind your soaking wet panties against him as he sat down on the floor, you felt his cock twitch against your core while it was trapped tightly in his jeans. Your soft dom could only groan as he watched you ride him without full contact, and he was desperate to fuck each of your holes.

Masema's hair was, surprisingly, still fully slicked back and kept in place by his top knot, even though he had been all but calm with you. You had contemplated pulling out his hair tie, as you loved the way his hair fell in his face when things got hot and heavy, but you had decided against it. You just wanted to see his pretty and unscarred face today, and in return Masema would need a clear look at you all the same. And the dangerous look in his mismatched eyes told you he had a clear view all too well while you were grinding down on Sihtric, who was on the opposite side of the bed… handcuffed to the bed's foot while Masema was handcuffed to the other, both seated on the bedroom floor and both wearing a black collar with a little bell attached to it. And if you would ask them how you had managed to overpower them both and chain them up, they would never have an answer for you, because it had all happened so fast.

Sihtric groaned as you sat on his lap again, and he tried to shake off the black fluffy cat ears you had just placed on his head, but you scolded him for the attempt.

'No!' you said with pout, and adjusted the ears, 'I wear them for you, daddy, now you wear them for me.'

Sihtric didn't respond, he merely sighed and just accepted the dress up. You then took the cap off the eyeliner you had stolen from his bathroom drawer, but before you could use the black pencil, Masema's snort from across the bed made you snap your head towards him.

'What's so funny?' you hissed, 'I picked out ears for you too, Sir.'

'And I will not be wearing those,' Masema said, convinced of his own words.

'We'll see,' you smiled, then brought your attention back to Sihtric, who's arousal was still pressing up against you.

You deliberately wiggled your ass while you straddled him, earning a few strangled moans which pleased you just right, and you then took his chin while you brought the eyeliner pencil up to his face.

'I'm already wearing that,' he frowned, confused, but he soon realised the eyeliner was not meant for his eyes.

Sihtric couldn't help but chuckle when he felt how you made three lines on his cheek as you giggled. And because he was so incredibly in love with you, and would honestly allow you to do anything to him, he didn't even attempt to fight it. He watched you with smitten eyes and a soft smile instead, as you drew three whiskers on his other cheek too, and his erection became even more painful as his lust slowly made place for love. And how desperately he wanted to make love to you right now, it was almost unbearable. He was only rudely disturbed from his love bubble when Masema suddenly scoffed and shook his head, while you sat back to look at your art on Sihtric's pretty face.

'You're an embarrassment of a dom, did you know that?' Masema said and side-eyed Sihtric, who glared at Masema in return while wearing the fluffy black ears with a matching collar.

Masema made a face, as he could not take Sihtric seriously by any means right now, and he rolled his eyes at the big push over that his boyfriend was.

'I think you are the cutest cat, daddy,' you smiled at Sihtric and kissed the tip of his nose, 'and I love you.'

'I love you too, princess,' Sihtric smiled proudly and head over heels, and he even felt a slight pout appear on his face when you moved away from him.

You grabbed the fluffy pink cat ears you had picked for your hard dom, and you moved to his side of the bed. Masema loved you deeply and with every fibre of his being, but he was not going to surrender to your shenanigans like Sihtric had done. He vigorously shook his head when you straddled his lap and held up the fluffy ears, and you struggled to take his chin to hold him still. Masema huffed and flared his nostrils once you managed to slip the headband on, but even he wasn't immune to the soft and truly happy giggle you let out when you looked at him.

'Don't even think about it!' he growled when you brought the eyeliner to his face, 'I said don't-'

You silenced him by placing your hand over his mouth, and you grinned as you quickly drew the cat whiskers on his cheeks. To finish it off, you drew a tiny heart on the tip of his nose, much to his disgrace, but to yours and Sihtric's pleasure.

'Sir is such a grumpy cat,' you chuckled as you booped his nose with your finger, 'boop!'

Masema let out a low grunt to your sweet yet mocking touch, and he snapped his head towards Sihtric after he had chuckled at him.

'There's nothing funny about this!' Masema hissed at Sihtric.

'You look cute though,' Sihtric shrugged and winked.

Masema huffed and clenched his jaw in response while his eyes remained fixated on Sihtric, and he then sighed loudly.

'Thanks,' Masema mumbled, 'you look cute too, babe.'

'Awh, thanks,' Sihtric smiled proudly again, and his cheeks coloured a shade of red while the sun had fully set by now.

You took Masema's face and brought his attention back to you.

'I love you, Sir,' you whispered sweetly and pecked his lips.

'Hm,' Masema chuckled softly against your lips, 'I love you too, sweetheart,' he murmured and kissed you with a sudden hunger, his tongue deep in your mouth while your nails nearly dug in his cheeks.

You began to grind against him, enjoying the feeling of his hard and twitching cock through his jeans, just like you had felt with Sihtric, and you relished in the knowledge you had such power over your doms, tied up or not.

Sihtric cleared his throat, 'So, where the hell is my kiss?' he asked with resentment in his voice, 'I only got a kiss on the nose.'

Masema reluctantly broke the sloppy kiss and glared at Sihtric, his eyes telling the soft dom he wasn't pleased with his complaint.

'You're a cute cat,' Masema said with a snappy tone, 'and clearly I'm the hot cat,' he added with a cocky smile.

'You're a mean cat,' Sihtric muttered, his eyes squinted and nose scrunched up to show his bitterness.

'And you're a jealous cat,' Masema retorted, then hissed under his breath, 'a jealous pussy cat.'

'Fuck you, Mas!' Sihtric growled, and he tugged at the handcuffs, rattling the chain around the bed while he bared his teeth at his sudden rival.

'Oh, I'll fuck you!' Masema barked, 'I'll fuck you good, baby boy, just the way you like it. That's all it takes to put you back in your place!'

'Suck my fucking cock!' Sihtric snarled and rolled his eyes.

Masema became quiet, and there was a fire burning in his eyes which you had never seen before, a fire so bright and immensely passionate, it almost scared you. He had never been this worked up before, his cock constantly twitching against your panties while he bickered with your shared boyfriend, who he had been with before you came into their lives. You suddenly got a glimpse into the relationship they had before you, and you never really realised that their dynamic had been the same when they were just the two of them together; Masema a hard dom and a dominant through and through, while Sihtric, the soft dom, could easily and happily switch to a submissive brat.

Masema kept his eyes on Sihtric, who now looked down at the ground.

'Watch your tone, kitten,' Masema commanded, 'and that attitude.'

'Or else?' Sihtric scoffed, his eyes still fixated on the floor.

'Look at me when you speak to me,' Masema said calmly, but his threatening tone was felt in the room, 'and show some respect.'

Sihtric looked up at Masema, with mischief set in his eyes, and he challenged his authority by sitting up straight with his chin up.

'Or else, Sir?' Sihtric dared him, raising his eyebrow playfully.

'Or else,' Masema said firmly, 'I won't suck your cock, darling.'

You swallowed hard while feeling all aroused at the sight of your boyfriends challenging each other, and your need for them became insufferable. But you couldn't give in, you had gotten them to this point and you could not crumble at their feet now, no matter how badly you wanted it. No matter how badly you wanted them.

After a lingering silence you cleared your throat, drawing their attention back to you.

'No one is going to get fucked,' you said as you pointed towards Sihtric, and then pressed your index finger against Masema's chest, 'and no one's cock will get sucked either! Instead,' you scoffed and got up from his lap, 'the only one who will feel pleasure today, is me.'

You flicked on the lights and grabbed your vibrator, as well as a ballgag and the nipple clamps which had ruined your last dominant experience. You threw the vibrator on the floor, out of reach for both men, and you neared Sihtric first, whose eyes widened as he saw you close in with those nipple clamps.

'N-no,' Sihtric struggled against the bed and rattled the handcuffs, 'no!'

'Don't be silly,' you chuckled, 'the clamps are not for you, I promise.'

Sihtric's eyes were still wide, but he calmed down instantly, knowing he was safe with you and that you would never repeat that mistake again.

'The ballgag however,' you grinned and kneeled down in front of him, 'I don't want to hear you two argue anymore,' you said and pushed the ball in his mouth.

Sihtric said something, but it was muffled and inaudible, and he watched you move away from him with the nipple clamps.

'These,' you smiled and held up the clamps to Masema before you kneeled down, 'are for you, Sir.'

'You know I like those,' Masema furrowed his brow, 'that's not a punishment, sweetheart.'

'I know,' you giggled and placed the first clamp on his sensitive flesh, 'it's not supposed to be a punishment.'

You enjoyed placing the other clamp on his chest while Masema bit back a heavy moan, his eyes slightly dazed and his lower lip drawn between his teeth. Sihtric tried to speak again, and through his muffled mumbles you understood he asked what the punishment was supposed to be, and you gave him a cheeky smile.

'The punishment is,' you said as you sat back in front of them, giving them a clear view while you took off your panties, 'that you both will have to watch how I pleasure myself.'

'You wouldn't dare,' Masema remarked, but his eyes grew as big as Sihtric's when they saw you spreading your legs before them.

Both men glanced at each other, then back at you, and they watched with disbelief in their mismatched eyes how you pressed the buzzing vibrator against your wet folds. You threw your head back at the pleasant and intense sensation you had longed for, and quickly your soft moans became louder, while your doms could only sit and watch you do what they forbid you to. Only they were allowed to touch you, to please you, to make you feel good. That was their job, not yours.

They both began to breathe heavier, their bare chests rising higher and falling deeper with each moan that escaped your lips. Their arousals were painfully trapped, desperate to be freed from the tight clothes and to be shoved deep inside you to teach you a lesson.

It didn't take long before you reached your high, and you fell back onto the floor with a satisfied grin on your face and tears of pleasure in your eyes. You felt lightheaded, and it took you a minute to compose yourself again and sit back up to face your doms, who then glared at you with a dangerous amount of lust, rage and love in their eyes.

'What's the matter?' you giggled, cheeks still flushed, 'are you both jealous cats now?'

Sihtric just shook his head disapprovingly, while Masema's nose twitched with a passionate rage, like that of a wolf who can't wait to jump his prey, and you knew that once you would unchain him, you'd be in trouble. Fortunately, you never had to unchain him. But unfortunately, that was because Masema had suddenly managed to slip one hand out of the handcuffs, and he immediately freed himself. He took off the nipple clamps with a grunt, then jumped up and rushed towards you.

You gasped at the realisation and also jumped up, but it was already too late. Masema grabbed your arm and gave you a yank, then threw you on the bed and wasted no time climbing on top of you, and he grabbed your throat.

'You think that was funny?' Masema hissed, 'you think that was cute, sweetheart?'

'S-s-sorry, Sir,' you stammered, cheeks still flushed and eyes wide while your dom towered over you.

'Oh,' he scoffed, 'now you're sorry, huh?'

Sihtric suddenly rattled his handcuffs, still tied up, and he mumbled something while the ballgag again muffled his speech. Masema looked over at Sihtric, and then back at you.

'Stay,' he ordered.

'Yes, Sir,' you whispered obediently, but Masema kept his eyes on you while he slowly moved away to Sihtric to unchain him, not trusting your behaviour anymore.

'Yeah, fine,' Sihtric muttered, 'thanks.'

Masema removed the ballgag and took Sihtric's face.

'You good?' he asked softly, with genuine love and concern, and he quickly removed the cat ears they were both still wearing.

Masema winked and pecked his lips, to which Sihtric let out a soft, smitten chuckle. Then both men turned to you, and you crawled further up the bed until you were trapped, your back pressed up against the headboard.

'What to do with our princess now?' Masema sighed.

'I have an idea,' Sihtric said with a devilish smirk, and he took the handcuffs you had used on them, as well as an extra set.

And as if Masema could read Sihtric's mind, he helped by holding your legs down without saying a word, and Sihtric cuffed your ankles to the bed. He then moved up to join you on the bed, and took your hands to press soft kisses to them.

'You knew you would never get away with this, princess,' Sihtric cooed and kissed your cheek, then handcuffed your wrists to the headboard.

And there you were, wearing an oversized shirt which belonged to your doms, your legs spread and tied down, being fully exposed for their viewing pleasure only. You struggled against your restraints when Masema grabbed your vibrator off the floor and threw it on the bed, where he joined you and Sihtric with a menacing smile.

'What-' you gasped at both men, as mild panic and excitement rushed through your body, and your breath hitched in your throat when your boyfriends suddenly grabbed each other's collar to pull one closer, and kissed each other deeply and sloppily right above you.

You moaned at the sight, desperately trying to find any friction between your thighs to give a sense of relief, but it was hopeless. You could only watch, as tears welled up in your eyes, how your doms touched each other up while they made out. Masema raked his fingers through Sihtric's hair, grabbing a fistful of his dark curls, and he tugged his hair firmly to pull his head back, exposing his neck. He then brought his lips to Sihtric's neck, who in return moaned and hissed at the open mouthed kisses and love bites Masema left on his skin, while his tattooed fingers squeezed Masema's toned biceps. And you whined, until finally you managed to earn their attention again as you begged them to let you join.

'You wanted to cum for us so badly, right, princess?' Sihtric smirked, his lips coated with Masema's saliva.

'You're in luck, sweetheart,' Masema purred at you, and he unbuckled Sihtric's belt slowly, 'because you're gonna cum for us, again and again.'

'And again,' Sihtric added with a smug face as he looked at you, his hands seductively moving up Masema's thighs, 'just like you wanted, princess.'

'And to make sure you don't whine too much,' Masema chuckled and suddenly pressed the buzzing vibrator to your clit, 'and to make you cum for us like a good girl,' he continued while Sihtric unzipped his jeans and finally freed his hard, leaking cock, 'we'll take turns fucking your mouth, until your lips are swollen and you can't even remember your own name anymore, only ours.'

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whitedarkmoonflower · 7 months

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Authors note: this is my sweet revenge to @sihtricfedaraaahvicius and @tinumiel for making me impossibly horny over Masema for the whole day. And believe me it was a long day. I love you guys and I hope you will enjoy this little drabble

Summary: there is no summary, there is no plot, just pure SMUT 18+

Warnings: it's not proofread, I didn't even read it through a second time, I just needed to get this out of my brains

Pairing: Masema x reader (female)

Word Count: 0,9 K

You approach the Prophet's chambers carrying the plate with some meat and vegetables. The Prophet leads a humble life you have been told. He is devoted to Dragon, he hears his voice in his dreams and follows his orders. To be allowed to serve the Prophet is a great honour and this is the very first time you are allowed to go to this chambers and serve him his supper since you have started to work in the kitchen six months ago.

You knock and wait to be summoned herein before you push the door open and enter. There he sits in a chair before the window, immersed in a book. He doesn’t even look at you, when you enter, just raises his hand and points to the table. You turn and head to the table to put the plate and arrange the cutlery.

You turn around hastily as you feel someone behind you, just to face the Prophet towering over you. He is tall, his dark hair bound back in a bun, his face stern and the look in his eyes inquiring as if he could see through you, to read each and every thought in your mind. You swallow hard and want to move out of his way, but he doesn’t let you, his both hands on your waist.

You feel a shiver going down your spine as his grip tightens and his eyes continue scanning you. You open your mouth, but no sound escapes as you feel drowning in his eyes.

"Sch-sh,” the Prophet places a finger on your lips letting you know he wants you to keep silent. “There is no need for words, my child. I can see what you want, I can see what you need. And I will give it to you,” his voice is so soft and you feel yourself unable to move as if caught in a giant cobweb, paralyzed by his intense gaze.

He takes hold of your jaw and pushes it slightly up, his thumb nudging your lips. You open your mouth, his thumb slides inside and you start sucking it, swirling your tongue around it.

“Have you been a good girl today?” he whispers in your ear. You want to answer, but he suddenly squeezes your jaw tightly, preventing you from speaking. “Don’t try to pretend before me. I know you haven’t,” he continues, “And do you know what happens to bad girls? They need to be punished.”

You swallow hard and your eyes widens as you see the Prophet undoing his belt.

“Hands,” he commands and you know there is no way of disobeying him. You stretch your hands and feel the belt tightening around your wrists.

“Prophet…” you finally mumble, but can’t say anything more as his hand is gripping your jaw once again, his fingers digging in your cheeks with force

“You can call me Masema,” he smirks at you, “But only when I ask you something or when I allow you to speak. Do you understand me? You can nod, if you do.”

And all you can do is nod.

“Good girl, you learn fast,” he lets go of your jaw and leads you to the bed, pushing you backwards on it. You fall on your back and in the next moment he is on top of you, tying the other end of the belt to the head of the bed. You yelp from the stretch burning your wrists, but before another sound escapes your lips you feel Masemas hand closing on your throat, pushing slightly, just slightly to let you feel the pressure, to show you how helpless you are. Letting go of your throat, his hands slide down to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them under your dress.

“Daddy knows what you need, child,” Masema gets off from you. With a smooth motion he flips you over to your belly, pulls you up to your knees with your ass up and spreads your legs. You yelp again as you feel your dress being lifted up and your underpants pulled down to your knees, and a harsh slap on your bottom is an answer to it. You try to contain yourself and bury your face in the pillow to muffle the whine that threatens to escape your lips at the burning sensation of it.

And then you feel it - a wet finger sliding through your folds from your clit to the entrance. You bite the pillow, but he still hears that soft whimper you are unable to suppress. Another slap on your bottom sends waves of burning sensation all over your body, and before the sting on your cheeks fades away you feel Masemas hot breath on your core and his tongue at your entrance. A low groan escapes him as his hot, wet tongue finds its way through your folds, reaching your clit, teasingly circling it and going all the way back to your entrance. Masema presses his lips against your core and starts moving his tongue over your folds, licking with fast short laps like a kitten drinking his milk and there is nothing that can stop you from moaning in pleasure as each lap, each movement of his tongue sends electrifying waves all over your body.

Pleasure building up in you is so intense that the only thing you can do is to arch your back and moan loudly as you pull hard on the belt restraining your hands, trying to lift up your ass closer to him.

“Mmm, so eager … so needy … I told you, I know what you need,” he purrs against your cunt, “Daddy always knows what his girl needs,” Masema hums against your cunt starting to move his tongue with long, heavy, wet stripes all over your folds back and forth, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue and pushing it slightly within you. You feel your core tightening and clenching around nothing and you desperately want to feel more than just his tongue.

“Masema… please…” you beg, forgetting that you were not allowed to speak. He withdraws instantly and you whine in disappointment. Another spank lands on your bottom, the burning sensation only increases your yearning for him.

“Behave, whore!” he hisses, pushing his index finger inside you and starting to move it in and out, his thumb brushing against your clit. With a loud moan you pull against the restraints, trying to move your hips against his finger, to fasten his pace. But he takes his time and keeps torturing you, moving his finger with a steady pace - in and out, in and out. You almost scream out when he finally adds another finger and speeds up his movements, his thumb rubbing your clit more harshly than before. This is all you need, your core starts clenching around his fingers, your hips dance against them frantically, you are so close to the edge, just one more thrust and you’ll see the stars...

“Patience is a great virtue,” you hear Masemas' hoarse voice in your ear as he withdraws his fingers from you and undoes his breeches, releasing his hard, leaking cock.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, teasing your entrance with the tip. You arch your back and push your hips towards him as much as your restraint allows you, you need him so desperately. You moan loudly as he grabs your hips with both hands and pushes inside you in one single motion until the very end of his rigid length.

He is so big, you can feel him stretching you out and filling you completely, almost painfully, as with a loud groan he starts snapping his hips into you.

“Yeah, so good. You are so fucking, good! Now you can scream for me. I want to hear you screaming my name, little slut,” he hisses, holding you firmly in place as he proceeds forcefully thrusting into you, his breath fastening and getting twitchy with each slap.

His cock reaches so deep inside you, brushing against that special spot within you, that you feel relieved to have received his permission, as nothing in this world could prevent your cries of pure pleasure now echoing through the chambers and probably beyond. You are so close, one more thrust and your core starts clenching, squeezing and spasming around his cock as you feel your release washing over you in electrifying waves and you embrace your overwhelming orgasm screaming his name in pure bliss.

“Good girl,” Masemas groans now fill the room mixing with your moans and whines, his movements get sloppier, his breath hitching as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and it isn't long before he follows you with a loud growl filling you up with his release and you both collapse on the bed. He reaches out and quickly undoes the belt, freeing your hands.

“You are such a good girl. I want you to serve me my supper from now on each evening,” he whispers, trailing his fingers over your back, pushing your hair away and placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“With pleasure, daddy,” you chuckle, turning to look in his mismatched eyes.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 month

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As I'm currently wrapping it up, here's a tiny snippet for the next Mechanic fic. Don't worry, Sihtric will be very much present in the fic too.

'Why me?' you whispered, after having summoned the courage to speak, 'I'm a nobody.' 'That is exactly why you,' Masema snarled as he rushed towards you, 'because no one would bat an eye if you disappeared and came to live here with us. And you,' he cupped your cheeks and inhaled sharply, 'you're so easy to manipulate,' he cooed and chuckled darkly, 'making you one of my wives means you will do whatever I say in the end. And together we can lead my people. I need a young wife, a pretty little thing like you who is not married to someone else, so I can have you all for myself. And I will breed you and we will be gods, my darling.'

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The Punishment 2

Note: second part to this fic. This fic was supposed to go way differently, but I had a huge mood swing while writing. Instead of deleting the whole thing, I actually thought it showed a lot about their relationship so I decided to keep it. A 3rd chapter will follow, don't worry ;)

Warnings: 18+, suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) (x Modern!Masema)

summary: your revenge plan did not go as you had hoped

wordcount: 2k

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'I love you, princess. Behave for us today,' Sihtric said sternly but sweetly.

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, 'I love you too.'

Your soft dom patted your head and kissed your lips before he grabbed his car keys, then left for work. Masema was quick to come over to you as well, after he had tied his boots and grabbed his leather jacket. He took your chin as you sat at the kitchen table early in the morning, and he made you look up at him.

'Heard what he said?' your hard dom raised his eyebrow.

'I will be good, Sir,' you batted your eyelashes innocently, 'I love you.'

'Good,' Masema smiled and gave you a few quick pecks on the lips, 'I gotta run now, sweetheart. I love you too,' he said and grabbed his own car keys before he rushed out the door, running late for work.

It had only been a few days since your last punishment, the bruises on your buttocks still visible from the spankings you had received. Masema and Sihtric had taken good care of you afterwards, as they always do, and you were showered with love by them every day as usual, if you weren't being a brat obviously. And you had truly behaved for them since that last punishment, but your good girl behaviour was only a facade, for you had been plotting your revenge ever since. And today, as it was friday, was finally the day to get back at your doms, who you loved so dearly. So you jumped up after Masema had locked the door behind him and you sprinted to the living room.

Your doms both had a key to the metal cabinet that was located in your bedroom, which kept every sex toy safely locked away from you, so you could never use them on your own as you did not have their permission to pleasure yourself without them. But you had been observant and kept an eye on both your boyfriends last time they had used their keys, resulting in figuring out their hiding spots. Sihtric kept his key on top of the bathroom cabinet, which you couldn't reach unless you grabbed a chair, while Masema kept his key hidden between the pages of a book, which he always placed back in the huge book cabinet in the living room. And Masema was smarter than Sihtric, because he'd change the book to hide the key in after every play time, but he didn't know you had seen which book it was hidden in this time. Masema's key was easier to retrieve than Sihtric's, so your eyes scanned the books with haste and you snatched the title out of the cabinet once found.

'Oh, silly Sir,' you sighed with a grin as the key fell out.

You picked up the key and ran into the bedroom, unlocking the cabinet, and a satisfied gasp left your mouth once the doors opened, for you suddenly had access to everything forbidden by your doms. You fought the urge to pleasure yourself right away with every toy you could grab, as you knew your pleasure would surely be satisfied later, so you stuck to your masterplan and grabbed only what you needed; a flogger, a ball gag, two handcuffs, some rope, nipple clamps, two collars with their leashes, and two headbands with fluffy cat ears.

'They're going to look so cute with these,' you squealed as you held the ears, and you threw everything you had gathered on the bed.

You looked at your tools with a satisfied smirk and hid them where you could easily reach them. And now all you could do was wait for your doms to come home while you went over your plan again. Sihtric was always the first one to come home, as he finished work about an hour before Masema did. And that was good for your plan, because Sihtric was such a push over and had the biggest soft spot for you. Not that Masema wasn't weak for you or loved you any less, but he was a hard dom for a reason, Sihtric could simply never keep that up and he was easier to lure into a trap than Masema would be.

Hours passed and finally your soft dom stepped through the front door.

'I'm home!'

Sihtric's voice sounded through the quiet home, which was too quiet for his liking for a moment, but his heart made a little jump out of excitement when he heard your footsteps approach towards him from the bedroom.

'Princess,' he almost sighed and allowed you to jump into his arms, 'you were a little quiet there, weren't you? What were you doing?'

'Nothing,' you lied and kissed his lips, 'how was work?'

'Just a regular day,' he shrugged, 'how was your day?'

You took his hand and led him slowly with you towards the bedroom. 'Just a regular day. I missed you,' you said with a pout.

'Well, I missed you too,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, kissing you lovingly while you pulled him onto the bed with you, 'play time already?' he hummed with a sly smile as you climbed on top of him.

'Mhm,' you smiled and took his hands, pinning them teasingly above his head and, as you kissed him, you carefully reached for the rope you had hidden behind one of the pillows.

The rope was prepared with a knot, which you only needed to pull to tighten it once slipped around your target. And so you managed to take Sihtric by surprise as you slipped the rope swiftly around his pinned down wrists, pulled at the loose ends and tightened his hands together within the blink of an eye. Before your boyfriend realised what had happened, you already moved up and quickly tied the rope to the metal bed frame.

'Hey- what-,' Sihtric stammered, confused, and he blinked rapidly as you were fast to handcuff him with pink leather cuffs and chained them to the bed, along with the rope he was still tied with, for extra security. 'Wait!' Sihtric said with wild eyes as he rattled the cuffs, 'what is this?! How… when… how did you get these?!'

You giggled as you climbed off him and stared at him as he was tied up, then quickly grabbed one of the cat ear headbands and placed them on his head.

'Hey!' Sihtric tried to stop you, but to no avail, and he huffed when you 'awwed' at him.

'I know your key is in the bathroom,' you smiled innocently at your dressed up boyfriend.

Sihtric's face fell and he swallowed hard.

'But Masema's key was easier to get,' you added quickly, to which Sihtric seemed almost relieved, 'so I took his.'

Sihtric sighed and shook his head, then couldn't help but chuckle. He always knew you were smart. And a smart brat was a dangerous brat, so he knew this day would come eventually.

'Anyway,' you shrugged and grabbed the ball gag from underneath the bed, 'now it's my time to punish you.'

'Oh, no,' Sihtric shook his head again as you neared him, 'you will not silence me, princess! Just wait until Masema gets back. You know you will get punished for this!'

'I hope so,' you giggled and gagged him, to which Sihtric could only react with a muffled voice, and for a second your tough brat act dropped and you took his face, 'you know the safe signals, right?'

You saw a twinkle in Sihtric's eyes, and you could tell he smiled slightly despite the ball gag in his mouth and he nodded.

'Good,' you smiled and kissed his forehead, 'now let's get rid of these stupid clothes.'

You took your time taking off his shoes, his socks and his jeans, knowing you had enough time to strip Sihtric off everything before Masema would come home. But it wasn't all that easy, as Sihtric liked to kick with his legs every now and then to give you a hard time undressing him, but you fixed that by grabbing another rope and tying his ankles to the bed, to which he huffed and looked at you with a fury in his mismatched eyes.

His fury quickly left him though and made room for panic in his suddenly widened eyes, when he saw you near him with the nipple clamps, and he aggressively shook his head at the sight of those. You could only giggle when you cut open his shirt first, he had enough of those boring plain white shirts so surely he wouldn't miss this one, and you enjoyed his muffled scream when you clamped his nipples. But your joy was cut short when he groaned loudly again and you saw his fingers tap the bedframe fast twice, followed by two slower taps, which was the safe signal you had all agreed upon a long time ago.

You gasped, startled, and quickly pulled the ball out of his mouth and you took his face. But before you could ask if he was okay, he opened his mouth already.

'Take those fucking clamps off me!' Sihtric grunted hoarsely, 'Masema is the one who likes that,' he hissed in pain, and your heart skipped a few beats when he groaned again, 'he likes those, not me! Fuck!'

'Oh, no, I- I'm sorry!' you let out a sob and quickly removed the clamps, to which Sihtric nearly shuddered and gritted his teeth at you, 'I'm so sorry, I mixed that up!' you sniffled and kissed his face all over, heartbroken that you had made him raise his voice at you. 'I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so s-sorry-' you stuttered and reached to take off the handcuffs.

'Don't,' Sihtric breathed, and you stopped moving, 'you don't have to stop. Just… just don't use those clamps on me,' he said calmly again.

'Are… are you sure?' you wiped a tear away before it could roll down your cheek.

'I'm sure,' he whispered, 'I'm sorry I shouted at you. I'm not mad at you, love, I promise,' his eyes darted all over you, 'those things just hurt like a bitch, and not in a nice way.'

'I- I'm sorry,' your voice began to tremble again and tears welled up once more.

'Hey, don't cry, sweetheart, there's nothing to be upset about,' he reassured you, 'look at me.'

You fought more tears as you looked at him, and an embarrassed blush took over your cheeks.

'You can have your fun. You caught me by surprise, so you win this round. Go on,' he tried to urge you, but you shook your head.

'No… I- I don't want to do this anymore,' you whispered and uncuffed his wrists, then untied the rope around his hands and threw it all on the floor with a devastated look.

Sihtric was quick to sit up and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest while he kissed the top of your head and stroked your hair slowly.

'It's okay,' he cooed as you sniffled again, 'you had me good though,' he sighed and earned a soft chuckle from you.

'It was a stupid idea,' you mumbled, ashamed and upset.

'No, it was a good idea, actually,' Sihtric said and wiped your tears, 'and I'm sure you'll have more luck next time, princess,' he whispered and kissed your lips.

You shrugged lightly and, as you both had completely forgotten about the time and were so caught up in the moment, you both nearly jumped when Masema suddenly appeared at the bedroom door. His eyes were huge and confused as he took in the sight of you and Sihtric, holding each other on the bed while Sihtric's bare legs were tied down, his shirt cut open, his nipples bright red and a ball gag hanging around his neck while fluffy cat ears sat on his head. And when Masema saw your tear stained face he was even more puzzled at the entire picture.

'What the fuck is going on here?' Masema asked, bewildered.

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Mechanic chapter 13

Note: follow up to chapter 12.

Warnings: same as previous chapters.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x modern!Masema

summary: Masema took you to church while you stayed in touch with Sihtric.

wordcount: 4,3k

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You'd been going to church with Masema for a few weeks now, although you couldn't really call the building a church. It was an abandoned farm on the outskirts of town and it looked like it could collapse any second. One stormy night and you were sure the farm would be gone the morning after. The inside of the church didn't look great either, but at least there was electricity and a bit of warmth by candles. Dirty looking blankets covered the concrete floors you sat upon while you listened to Masema with the other church goers. Masema was apparently some self-proclaimed prophet, whatever that may mean, and at first you thought he was absolutely batshit crazy by the way he was preaching about the end of the world. Masema said the end of times was approaching and he promised that those who followed him would die with honour and march into Heaven like warriors of the Light, and a good afterlife would be waiting. Masema had a way of being very convincing, and he convinced you to keep coming to the church even when you weren't so sure yourself. He'd persuade you by kissing you and telling you how important your presence was. And so you kept going, and after a few church sessions you started to think that there might be some truth in his words. You weren't sure about the end of the world, but you started to believe that following Masema might mean you did something for the greater good eventually.

You had also kept in touch with Sihtric, texting him every day to let him know you were doing okay. And you couldn't lie, you missed your mechanic a lot. Masema gave you that thrill of being alive, because he had only eyes for you when he took you for a ride on his motorcycle. But you began to see that in the church he seemed to have eyes for all the other ladies present too, who all believed they were special to him. It made you insecure, but Masema had a power over you that you couldn't seem to defeat, and you even entertained the idea of marrying Masema when he asked if you wanted to be one of his wives.

You didn't know that Sihtric was still keeping track of you through your phone. You had never deleted the app he had installed, and Sihtric also never deleted it off his own phone. He had fought the urge to use the app at first, but he just couldn't help himself and often checked where you were, just to get some peace of mind. But that peace he longed for was nowhere to be found once he began to notice you spent a lot of time in some near deserted area in the the weekends, late at night. Once again Sihtric had fought another urge, but he still loved you and wanted you to be safe. He just had to know what you were doing out there, so one evening he rode to your location and found the abandoned farm after he'd passed a bunch of large cornfields. When he saw lights burning inside the farm from a distance, as he approached the building, he shut down his motor engine and got off his bike. He carefully walked towards the farm, quietly pushing his brand new bike through the mud and puddles, cursing internally that it would be a pain to clean his bike after this. Once he was close enough he parked his bike and spied by peeking through one of the cracked windows. Sihtric was appalled when he saw Masema standing on an improvised platform, spewing words of damnation and God and the end of the world. And then Sihtric found you sitting on the floor, amongst Masema's other followers, looking up at him and listening carefully like he was some sort of… prophet. Sihtric slowly began to understand that Masema probably stalked people, mainly women, and simply persuaded them to join him to whatever this place was, but what exactly Masema was preaching about was beyond him as it made no sense at all.

Sihtric paced back and forth outside the farm, contemplating his next move. He could simply ram the door and run in, punching Masema in the face and picking you up in his arms to take you home. But you looked rather comfortable, Sihtric thought, and there were too many people. It would be at least thirty to one if Sihtric would pick a fight. Sihtric saw some men too and, even though they didn't look very intimidating, he knew getting into a fight now was a bad idea as he only just healed from the wounds he had gained during the crash. He then decided to push his motorcycle away from the farm and hide it behind a few trees further up the dirt road. Sihtric then walked back, his leather boots collecting more dirt and mud, and he waited behind one of the smaller abandoned buildings across the farm, until people began to leave the wreckage of a building you were inside of. Sihtric waited and waited, and then he finally saw you. You left the farm alone and you walked up to a seemingly random car. Sihtric then snuck up behind you and covered your mouth as he circled his arm around your waist, preventing you from screaming, and he pulled you with him behind the farm, hidden away in the shadows.

'It's me,' Sihtric said quickly when you tried to fight his grip, 'I'm not here to scare you, I'm sorry I had to get you like this.'

You stared at him with big eyes, taking in his appearance. His half shaved hair was a little messy from the helmet he had been wearing, and he was dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans. Sihtric then slowly removed his hand when you understood who had just grabbed you.

'What the fuck!' you hissed and punched his chest, 'what the fuck are you doing! Why are you here-'

'What is this place?' Sihtric cut you off and cornered you, 'and Masema?' he scoffed, 'you're really out here with your stalker? What the fuck does he want from you?'

'This is a church!' you snarled, quietly, not wanting to alarm anyone.

'A church?' Sihtric frowned and looked up at the building that looked like it came straight from Hell, 'I didn't know you were religious.'

'I'm not… at least not really,' you mumbled, 'Masema asked me-'

'When did… why-' Sihtric stammered, 'how the fuck did you get in contact with this guy? You do know the cops are looking for him, right?'

'I walked into him after our fight at the repair shop,' you confessed, 'he's not… he never tried to hurt me, Siht. He took me on a few dates and-'

'Dates?' Sihtric almost shouted, then lowered his voice again, 'you're dating that psycho?!'

'No! I mean… I… I… we kissed, yes, but that's it. We never did anything else.'

'You kissed?' he scoffed, 'so… what about us?'

'We're on a break,' you mumbled, knowing you were the one who screwed up.

'On a break my ass,' Sihtric shook his head, 'we are not Ross and Rachel, sweetheart. You said you needed some space, which I gave you, and now I find out you've been happily seeing that freak of a guy!'

'It's not like that! We're not dating, we're not exclusive or whatever, we're not even together! He has like five wives or something and asked me to be his wife too!'

'What?!'

'The others,' you cocked your head towards the barn, 'all the ladies are like… like… his wives or girlfriends, whatever.'

'Oh, great,' Sihtric scoffed and then threw his hands up, 'so you're part of a cult now.'

'What? No, Sihtric-'

'This is exactly what this guy does then, stalking women and sweet talking them to join his cult. Fucking ridiculous,' Sihtric huffed and kicked at the sand, 'you're a perfect example of stockholm syndrom, lady.'

'No, I…,' you sighed, 'I'm here out of free will.'

'You're not,' Sihtric argued, 'but you can't even think straight anymore. You know, whatever, I don't want to hear about this anymore. I just want to know where this leaves us then. Because if you decide you want to be a sister wife then I can't stop you. I've tried everything to protect you from this maniac but it seems I pushed you right into his web. So I guess that's on me then. So what about us, princess, what about you and me?'

Sihtric stared at you, his mismatched eyes and scarred face illuminated in the silver light of the moon, and he had never looked more handsome, you thought, it left you breathless for a moment.

'I don't know,' you whispered after a long silence and sniffled, 'but I know I miss you.'

Sihtric's stern look softened and he exhaled sharply, regretting for going off at you like that.

'I miss you too,' he whispered and fought his tears, 'a lot.'

'I'm not… I don't think I'm in love with Masema,' you said, 'because I still love you, I really do. I can't forget you,' you lightly touched his hand, 'but… something keeps pulling me here.'

'You need to leave this guy,' Sihtric urged and took your hand, 'I'm serious, you have to leave this place and that freak. Come with me, I'll take you home, please,' he pleaded, 'just come home with me, we can leave right now.'

'I can't,' you whispered and pulled your hand away, 'I can't just leave. These people are like… depending on me to be here. I… I have to go, I'm sorry.'

'Hey,' Sihtric called after you when you turned to walk away, 'just… promise to stay in touch.'

'I will. I always will.'

'And be safe,' Sihtric looked at you with big, pleading eyes that broke your heart, 'I- I love you.'

'I know,' you smiled weakly, 'and I love you too.'

Sihtric felt hopeless when he watched you walk to the car and unlocked it to take out a large bag, and then walked away around the corner, disappearing back into the farm again. He left on his bike with a heavy heart, knowing he was leaving you behind with a psychopath. But he didn't stand a chance against him right now. And you both didn't know that Masema had gone through your phone already days ago, finding the texts between you and Sihtric and finding out you still had photos of Sihtric on your phone, and you both didn't know that Masema had heard you talk outside the farm.

The uneasy feeling never left Sihtric in the days after he had confronted you at the farm. It had unsettled him so greatly that he decided to go back one afternoon to check out the place in daylight, and it was even more haunting during the day than it had been at night. The huge cornfields surrounding the farm were even larger than they had seemed in the dark, completely secluding the building from the outside world. Sihtric wanted to call the cops to warn them about Masema's whereabouts, but when he peeked through the cracked window again he saw the place simply looked abandoned and there wasn't a trace to find of the sermons Masema held there. He only saw the large bag you had taken out of the random car and it looked like it was stuffed with the blankets that had been on the floor, making it look like a homeless person lived there and nothing more. Sihtric was torn, because also knew that if he'd alarm the cops you would know it had been him, and he was afraid he'd completely lose you if he did, and you were also there out of "free will", so what could he possibly tell the cops? All he could do was wait for you to come back to your senses and keep track of you through the app.

You kept going to church in the weeks after your encounter with Sihtric. You had shrugged off the mechanic's concerns at first, but when Masema began to teach you and his followers how to use guns and make improvised hand grenades, because Masema was afraid that the non-believers would want to harm his church and his people, you slowly began feel and realise that Sihtric had been right. This indeed was a cult, and Masema was the cult leader, preaching how everyone who is against his word should be either converted or killed, and his followers blindly believed him and felt he was right.

You slowly began to snap out of the state you were in, and every time you saw Masema preach you realised how deranged he was and everyone who believed him. Msema himself truly believed he was a prophet and he had everyone who followed him under his power. And the men, you later understood, who were part of his following were actually the husbands of the ladies Masema had taken as his wives. The husbands were so blinded by Masema's charm and the convincing power of his words that they had just let their wives share a bed with their leader and let them marry him. And you started to see that this was not something you wanted to be a part of, at all. You began to feign your interest in Masema and his cult, pretending to be a good member and a potential new wife to him, but after a few more preaching sessions you knew you had to get out of there, especially because the training of how to work with weapons and his intentions to seriously harm people intensified every week.

One night, after you had attended yet another sermon where Masema raged on and on about how he was spreading the word of God of how everyone but his followers was doomed, you secretly texted Sihtric while Masema drove you home, as you were absolutely frightened.

You: hey, are you home?

Sihtric: at work x

You: this late?

Sihtric: I couldn't sleep… why?

You: can I see you? I need to see you…

'Who are you writing?' Masema asked sweetly, but a threatening tone lingered after he had caught you texting.

'Oh, just a friend,' you lied, 'maybe, eh, I found someone who wants to come to the church too next week.'

'Really?' Masema glanced at you and placed his hand on your knee as he drove his car, 'that would be great,' he said and squeezed your knee, a little too hard to be flirty.

'So,' Masema continued, 'have you heard from your ex?'

'What? Oh, no,' you said, nervously, 'no, he's out of my life.'

'Is he?' he squeezed your knee again, harder this time, and it was painful.

'Yes,' you chuckled anxiously and tried to pull away from his grip, to no avail, 'why are you asking?'

'Just making sure you're all mine. I'm not the type who shares.'

'But,' you chuckled, 'your wives-'

'Are my wives,' Masema said curtly, 'I do not share them with their husbands. They are my wives. And you will be my wife too. And if you try to leave,' he chuckled to make it come off as a joke, 'I'll find you.'

You feigned a smile and nodded, then looked out the window and tried to keep your cool as the drive continued. Once you were home you reluctantly kissed Masema good night and you closed the front door behind you. You waited until he drove off in his car and then you took out your phone again.

Sihtric: of course. Do I need to pick you up?

You: no, it's fine, I have a new car now

Sihtric: you know you don't have to wreck it again to see me, right? ;)

You: I know ;)

You smiled at your phone and told Sihtric you'd be at the repair shop shortly. But your emotions took over before you could even start your car. Your new car. The stupid brand new car that Masema had bought for you. You were overwhelmed with a sudden fear when you felt your knee hurt. The bruise Masema left was clearly visible once you rolled up your jeans to check your knee, and you wanted to get to the mechanic as fast as possible.

—-

You found Sihtric at the repair shop in the middle of the night, fixing up his new motorcycle after dirt had gotten stuck in all the wrong places because of his visits to the farm. His overall was dirty but his face was remarkably clean, because he had cleaned himself up as best as he could when you told him you were on your way, and he had fixed up the curls on the one side of his head. Sihtric looked tired, but the dark circles around his eyes and his pale face didn't make him any less handsome, and he listened carefully while leaning back against his bike when you told him everything that had happened after the last time you had seen him, and you showed him the bruise on your knee.

'He what?!' Sihtric raised his voice, 'do you even hear yourself? Can't you see he is brainwashing you! He's literally hurting you!' he threw the dirty rag he had cleaned his bike with onto the floor, 'that guy is abusing you!' he snarled with wild and fury filled eyes, 'and you're letting him!'

You froze at his sudden anger and you shut down. Sihtric stared at you, realising he frightened you with his outburst, and he felt his heart break inside his chest when your lower lip trembled as your eyes welled up.

'I- I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, 'I'm sorry, come here,' he whispered and pulled you in his arms, your face pressed against his chest, into his dirty work overall, 'I'm sorry I snapped. You have to understand that I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just mad at this entire situation and that piece of shit you keep seeing, who is clearly not good for you.'

'He won't let me leave him,' you said with a sob, 'Masema… he said he'll find me. He didn't specify what he meant with that and he said it almost sweetly, but-'

'That is just what he does,' Sihtric said as he held you in his arms, 'he wraps his followers around his finger and if they try to leave he'll wrap them even tighter, suffocating them. And I just handed him the rope to tie you with by becoming obsessed with your safety and pushing you away, right into his arms. And I'm sorry, princess, I'm so sorry.'

'I'm sorry too. I'm sorry we fought, I never meant to explode like that but I felt trapped and I panicked. But now I'm really trapped.'

'I know,' Sihtric hushed you, 'I'm not mad, sweetheart. I could never be mad at you. I just… I've been trying to understand why Masema? Why did you fall for him? You knew he was bad news.'

'Because he… Masema made me feel alive again,' you sniffled, 'like the way you used to make me feel alive before the accident,' you pulled slightly away and looked up at him with tear stained cheeks, 'you changed, Sihtric, after that crash.'

'I almost died,' Sihtric murmured as he pulled you back in again, 'and you almost died because I crashed. Of course I changed, darling,' he said and began to cry, 'you don't understand what it did to me.'

'Then talk to me,' you sobbed.

'I'm just terrified to lose you,' he whispered, 'I'm terrified you'll get hurt again and taken away from me. And that is why I became so overprotective.'

'I understand that, I do,' you sniffled, 'but you can't trap me like that. You built this… this fort around me, to protect me, but in reality you trapped me. I understand it was never your intention to make me feel trapped, but you did, and it changed me too. I started to long for excitement. I wanted to feel alive again and feel the thrill of being alive after that accident, while you trapped me in a boring life. It changed me and it changed you. It changed us, Sihtric. I miss the sweet boy who was disguised as a bad boy when we met. I miss that flirty and slightly cocky mechanic who made me feel so alive when he kissed me endlessly on my driveway at night, and who took me on exhilarating bike rides. I miss him, Sihtric. I miss you, the guy I fell in love with.'

Sihtric looked down into your eyes and wiped the tears off his face, then took a deep breath.

'The guy you fell in love with died that night,' he said in a broken whisper.

'Did he?' you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, 'because sometimes I get glimpses of him. I've gotten glimpses of him after the crash, before you pushed me away. And even after that, when you found me at the church… that thrilling and adventurous part of you, it's still there,' you poked his chest, 'I know it's still in there.'

Sihtric swallowed hard and shrugged lightly.

'Maybe, little lady,' he said, 'but maybe he's afraid he'll get you hurt again.'

'You don't get to live your life without getting hurt in one way or another. And I would choose to get hurt every day if it meant I could have that slightly cocky and cheeky part of you back again,' you chuckled through your tears.

'Is that really why you went with Masema?' Sihtric asked after a moment, 'because he made you feel alive? Because he was dangerous?'

You nodded and wiped a tear off your cheek.

'I needed that thrill to feel alive, and it felt like you couldn't give it to me anymore.'

'Only because I have your best interest and want you to be safe. You had to safely heal.'

'I know… but I… I need some kind of excitement in a relationship.'

'What kind of excitement?' Sihtric furrowed his brow, 'you want me to be a cult leader?'

'No,' you snorted, and Sihtric smiled, 'not like that.'

'Like what then?' he asked and took your hand, pulling you to sit on his lap as he sat down on the chair next to his messy work desk, which had all kinds of tools piled up on each other.

'I don't know… just… something,' you sighed, 'I don't want a boring and safe relationship. I mean I want a safe relationship, but not a standard one. I need a… a thrill of sorts. You kept me on my toes at first, you know? All the teasing you did. Even in the hospital, you were always so cheeky but then after everything with Masema became known, you know…'

'Who said I want a boring relationship?' Sihtric frowned, 'you never really gave me a shot. We were both healing and recovering from the crash, of course our relationship was different. We had a lot to deal with, there was no time to be cheeky when a psycho suddenly forced his way into our lives. I don't want a boring relationship, trust me, I don't like that either.'

'What do you like then?'

Sihtric chuckled and shook his head lightly, then looked at you with a soft smile and he bit down on his lip.

'I'm a dom, princess,' he explained with the hint of his cheeky smile, 'a soft dom.'

'Oh,' you breathed and your eyes widened, then you smiled, 'but… you're too sweet to be a dom?'

'Don't be fooled by the soft part,' Sihtric smiled slyly, 'I don't want boring either, trust me. Listen,' he sighed softly and buried his face in your neck for a moment, 'I'm sorry I pushed you away and that I installed that app without telling you.'

'I'm sorry for my behaviour too,' you said and cupped his cheeks, 'I don't know what I was thinking. How I could be so foolish to listen to him and push you away.'

'You weren't thinking. Masema had you wrapped around his finger like he does to everyone he has his mind set on. It's not your fault.'

'I'm scared,' you suddenly whispered, 'he… he's not going to let me leave like this. He'll come looking for me when I don't show up at church-'

'I know, baby,' Sihtric hushed you and pecked your cheek, 'but you're here, with me. You're safe now and we'll figure it out.'

'I'm sorry I fucked up.'

'We both did.'

'I'm sorry,' you said again.

'I'm sorry too.'

'I… I love you,' you whispered and slowly moved your fingers through his dark curls.

'I know,' Sihtric smiled sweetly, 'and I love you too.'

'I only want you… I really do.'

'And I only want you,' he said and took your chin gently, 'you're my girl.'

You nodded shyly. 'Yours only, I promise.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'because I'm yours only too. And with that I should confess,' he cleared his throat, 'that tracking app still works.'

'I know,' you smiled, 'I never deleted it. I wasn't aware of it anymore at first, but when you found me at the church I later understood the only way you knew I was there was because of that app. And because Masema started to frighten me lately I kept the app, and I hoped that maybe you would check it sometimes.'

'You knew I would check it, little lady.'

'I knew.'

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Mechanic chapter 11

Note: first time writing Masema, so know that he is obviously not 100% true to character as I only know so little about his mannerisms.

Warnings: angst and some fluff if you squint??? mention of motorcycle crash, stalking, alcohol, smoking.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x modern!Masema

summary: Sihtric was desperate to protect you from your stalker.

wordcount: 3,6k

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You had been staring at your coffee for so long in all quietness that it had gone cold and was left untouched. After finding out that the man who had caused you and Sihtric to crash with his motorcycle was also your secret admirer slash stalker, you both had remained silent on the drive back to your home.

You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you had a stalker, seemingly out of nowhere, and you also didn't understand how you had been aware of his name already when you were still in the hospital, unconscious, because you swore you had dreamed of him without having ever seen or met him before. And as if the fact that you had a stalker who seemed to know a lot about you and your mechanic boyfriend wasn't already unsettling enough, there was something about Masema that made everything far worse, and it had been left unspoken, lingering in the air and slowly suffocating you both as you sat in your kitchen.

'Just say it,' Sihtric finally broke the uncomfortable silence, 'I know what you're thinking. So just say it.'

He stared at you, his mismatched eyes were piercing and something was different about them while he looked at you. There was a look in his eyes you didn't recognise.

'He… t-that guy, Masema… he… he looks just like you, Sihtric,' you finally stammered.

Sihtric didn't speak. Instead he continued to stare at you, intensely, but you could tell that despite the fact he was staring at you, he wasn't really there. Your mechanic wasn't really focused on you, he was really somewhere else. His mind had taken him somewhere else. He was desperately trying to find the answer to your next question, but the answer was nowhere to be found and it angered him as much as it scared him.

'How… how is it possible that he looks just like you?'

You looked at Sihtric while you asked the question, but you weren't really asking him. You just needed to say the words. You hoped that by asking the question out loud, it would bring you a solution or an answer of sorts. But it didn't, it only caused more frustration and raised more questions.

'How should I know?' Sihtric scoffed and got up, his hands raking through his curls, 'how the fuck should I know? I have never seen that guy before in my life!'

He paced around your kitchen, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

'But,' you said cautiously, 'it's… it's identical, Sihtric. I mean, he is identical to you. Even the eyes, how- how…' you murmured as your own thoughts pulled you under again.

'I don't know,' Sihtric muttered while he stared out of your kitchen window, stressed and on edge.

Knowing that you had a stalker was already enough to make him worried about you until the guy was eventually caught, whenever that would be, but knowing that your stalker was the spitting image of himself made it so much worse. What if you'd slowly become terrified of him because of Masema? Sihtric was concerned you'd lose trust in him because you couldn't unsee the resemblance between him and that psychopath. And Masema had already proved to be good at the game he was playing, when he had sent you those roses and made you believe they were sent by Sihtric. And Masema had already gotten close to you before, at the Halloween party, what's to say he wouldn't do it again? Was he out to hurt you? Did he simply want to make you his woman? Sihtric spiralled in his thoughts until you pulled him out again by asking another question, once again not directed at him, but you just had to speak the words.

'Is… he… maybe your brother or something?'

'I think I would have known if I had a twin brother,' Sihtric half snarled.

You slowly looked up at him, allowing to soak in his words before you asked another question.

'How can you be so sure?' you asked him, calmly, 'I mean, you told me yourself that your father was, you know, he was with many different-'

'I don't know, okay!' Sihtric snapped, 'I really don't! And it's freaking me out! So just… just drop it!'

'It's freaking you out?' you scoffed, 'yeah, I get that, but how do you think I feel? I mean, if he… if that guy, if Masema shows up at my door I wouldn't even be able to tell you and him apart! I mean, I guess his… he doesn't have the scars you have, and his haircut is different but… but what if it's dark?' you threw your hands up in despair, 'what if he just… finds me? What if I just let him in by accident because I think he's you? Have you thought about that-'

Sihtric turned and rushed towards you, startling you as he got up in your face, his eyes wide and dark, as if filled with a sudden madness.

'Never… let that guy in,' he said with threatening eyes while pointing a finger in your face, 'you hear me?,' he asked sternly, 'you can never let that guy inside your house, ever!'

You stared into his wild eyes with fright, and you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. Suddenly your loving, sweet mechanic looked an awful lot like the mechanic you had dreamed of; the horrible, scary, manipulative and toxic guy. And Sihtric immediately softened when he saw the tears well up in your eyes.

'Fuck,' he hissed and grabbed your hands as he knelt down in front of your chair, 'I- I'm sorry, princess,' he pulled you in his embrace, 'I'm sorry. I never meant to take this out on you, darling. It's just really freaking me out too and I am terrified you're going to get hurt. I… I have no idea how to keep you safe without losing my mind or driving you insane,' he whispered and kissed your lips, 'I just want to keep you safe.'

A few days passed since Sihtric had told you that he had no idea how to keep you safe without losing his mind or driving you insane, and unfortunately he had been right. Your relationship with the mechanic had changed ever since the news about Masema, and you were at a loss. Whenever Sihtric wasn't constantly by your side, he was calling or texting you non-stop. You knew he meant well and that all he wanted was for you to be safe, so you couldn't hate him nor blame him for his behaviour, but you needed to breathe; you needed space.

Sihtric was smothering you, suffocating you, it almost felt as if Sihtric was your stalker by the way he obsessively texted you when you didn't answer his calls, and how he'd get upset or even angry at you for not answering. You couldn't even take a shower without five missed calls and ten texts, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Sihtric was a sweetheart and you loved him deeply, eternally. You felt something for him that was so pure and raw and real, there wasn't a word to really describe your feelings for him. What you loved about Sihtric was that he was such a free spirit with a kind soul. He was a daredevil who managed to get you out of your shell, despite the terrible incident, he made you feel alive and invincible and loved and most of all; safe and free. At least, that's what you used to feel like.

Lately you just felt trapped. Because you were both still healing from the accident there had been no more motor rides, no more hours of feeling the wind in your hair while you rode off into the sunset as you cruised on the highways, your arms wrapped around him and your face pressed against his back. It was what you had liked about him, but he had changed. Sihtric became too careful with you after the crash, treating you as if you were made of porcelain. He was constantly worried and on edge that something would happen to you, while all you really wanted was to have fun and live. You had survived a crash, only barely, and the last thing you wanted was to be stuck inside your house with every door and window locked, and yet that was exactly what you had been doing as of late. You craved to go for a simple walk outside on your own… and so that is what you did when your boyfriend finally couldn't spend the night with you because he was working late at the repair shop, catching up with delayed repairs. You didn't tell Sihtric about your plan to leave the house. You knew he would lose his mind if you'd tell him you went for a walk on your own when it was already dark outside, but you needed to get away. You had lied and told the mechanic that you were tired and would go to sleep early that evening, while in reality you had just tied your boots and grabbed your jacket, and you then locked your front door behind you.

You were still very much aware of your stalker, but everything had been quiet in regards to Masema the last few days and you also refused to let some weirdo ruin your life. Besides, you carried a pocket knife that Sihtric had given you in your small bag, and you didn't even need a long walk, just a walk through the neighbourhood would do for now.

And everything went well, you slowly felt the stress that had been taunting you lately leave your body while you cleared your mind, roaming the dark and quiet streets for a good hour. Until your phone suddenly rang and you picked up when you saw it was your boyfriend calling. Sihtric immediately lashed out at you as soon as you picked up. He asked why on earth you were outside without telling him and why at this hour.

'How do you know I am outside?!' you snarled through the phone.

'Because I put a tracking app on your phone!' Sihtric snapped back.

'What?!'

You were stunned. And as you were not too far from Sihtric's work now, you stormed to the repair shop.

'What do you mean you installed a tracking app?!' you yelled when you stepped into the shop.

You startled Sihtric with your outburst and he dropped his tools while he was underneath a car. He rolled out from under the vehicle, covered in grease and dirt, and he jumped up.

'Because I am worried about you!' Sihtric hissed, 'there's some psycho stalking you and you decide to go for a walk without telling anyone?! I think you should be glad I installed that app-'

'Sihtric, do you even realise you are being a stalker right now?!' you teared up, 'you should've at least told me that you installed that thing! How can you… how could you!? It's like you don't trust me!'

'This has nothing to do with trust!'

'It has everything to do with trust!'

You and Sihtric stared at each other; heated, confused and upset. And Finan had watched it all unfold from across the shop.

'I trust you!' Sihtric threw his hands up, 'that's not why I installed that app!'

'Clearly you don't trust me because you're spying on me!'

'And clearly I should because you went out without telling me!'

'I can't believe this,' you scoffed, 'you… you invaded my… my privacy in a way.'

'Oh, come on!' Sihtric sighed.

'Aye,' Finan finally interrupted, 'Sihtric, she's right… you can't just do that. Even if you mean well, that's… that's her privacy.'

'But I did it to protect-'

'I know,' Finan said, calmly, 'we all know why you did it, and we can't blame you for that. But you shouldn't have done it, not like that. You should have told her, discussed this with her so she knew you kept track of her whereabouts.'

'Look,' you finally snapped, 'Sihtric, I- I… I can't keep doing this,' you sniffled, 'I really need some alone time. I love you, but you're… you're constantly around. And when you're not around you keep contacting me in different ways. And I know why, I get it, but it's driving me crazy. And I can't believe you would just spy on my whereabouts with a stupid app like that. It's almost like I have two stalkers!'

'Two- it's not even that big of a deal,' Sihtric said and he stared at you.

'It is to me!'

'Okay, let's all calm down,' Finan said, 'maybe you should take her home, Sihtric,' Finan said carefully, 'you guys need to talk this-'

'No! I just want to be alone!' you yelled and switched off your phone, then stormed out of the shop.

Sihtric wanted to chase after you but Finan stopped him.

'Don't,' he said, 'you're going to chase her away if you keep this up, mate.'

On your way back home you became careless and angrier the more you thought about everything that had happened. And without really looking where you were going, you accidentally walked into a dark alley. Only halfway through you suddenly saw a silhouette, lit up by the only lantern in the narrow street, which the figure leaned back at. You saw a cigarette was being smoked, as the only thing visible was the soft, orange glow of the burning paper once a drag was being taken. Smoke rose up in the air as the figure exhaled, and just when you slowed your pace with the intention of turning around and leaving the dark alley, the figure spoke.

'Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out here on her own,' a smooth voice chuckled, and you watched the figure take another drag of the cigarette.

'I can take care of myself,' you feigned confidence while you clutched onto your bag, knowing Sihtric's pocket knife was in there.

'Sure about that?' the silky voice trembled lightly, indicating his amusement, 'lots of psychos hang around here at night, miss, you should be more careful.'

'Psychos like you?' you nervously blurted out to the faceless man.

'That's not very nice,' the man chuckled softly and flicked away his smouldering cigarette before he pushed himself up from the lantern, 'but,' he smacked his lips and slowly walked over, the sound of his heavy leather boots filled the silence before he spoke again, 'I can give you a ride home if you like.'

'As if that's not suspicious,' you now chuckled, but then froze.

Your heart stopped and your breath hitched in your throat when the face of the man was finally revealed to you once he was close enough.

'Y-you…,' you stammered, terrified, 'you're M… M… M-'

'M… M… M,' he taunted as he towered over you, 'Masema,' he said and looked at you intensely.

You stared up into his mismatched eyes, those which were identical to Sihtric's, even in the dark and so up close. Your breath was shaky and your knees trembled lightly while you were backed up against the alley wall. And a dangerous but pleasant smell surrounded the man in front of you; a light mixture of cigarettes, gasoline and alcohol with a hint of mint and leather.

'Relax,' Masema suddenly laughed softly and took a step back, 'I'm not going to hurt you. I just…,' he sighed and looked you up and down, then a smile appeared on his face and he desperately tried to hide it by biting down in his lip, but the adoration in his eyes was impossible to cover up, 'I just want to admire you.'

'You… were at the party,' you randomly said, your eyes still wide and fixated on the stunning man who was dressed in black, baggy cargo jeans with a white shirt and crimson leather jacket on top.

Masema hummed softly, confirming that he was indeed the masked man at the party who had grabbed you, and he stayed close, but not too close. If you wanted to make a run for it, you could've done so, but something inside you refused to run away from the man you had been hiding from for days. You were scared, but apparently not scared enough as a strange feeling of safety lingered around the man who had stalked you.

'H-how do you know so much about me?' you barely whispered.

'I've had my eye on you for a while already,' Masema said softly, and he leaned his shoulder against the wall right next to you, 'I saw you leave that repair shop on one of those nice summer days,' his eyes darted all over your face and figure, and he slowly licked his lips, 'and I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since. And you're just… fuck,' he breathed, 'you're gorgeous. A goddess-'

'N-no,' you interrupted and swallowed hard, 'no. I- I know who you are and what you do. You need to leave me alone- no, you need to leave us alone, please. I don't know what it is that you want from me, or from us, but… but you have to… to stop,' your words died down as you had spoken and got lost in his eyes.

Masema gazed at you, and the flicker in his eyes told you he was hurt by your words. And then you suddenly felt bad.

'I… I'm sorry,' you whispered, 'I… I just… I don't understand what you want.'

'You,' Masema whispered, his fingers carefully traced your cheek, 'that rat of a boyfriend you have doesn't realise what he has. Does he treat you well, beautiful?'

'H-he does,' you said.

You had tried to sound confident, but even you knew your words had sounded uncertain. Sihtric did treat you well, but lately he was not the man you had fallen in love with, and it had left you conflicted.

'Does he really?' Masema smiled softly, 'because I would give you the world,' he whispered and leaned in even closer, 'and the stars. I'd give you everything you want.'

'You almost killed me,' you scoffed, quietly, still enchanted by his good looks and his entire energy.

'I never meant to harm you,' he whispered and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, then traced your lips with his thumb as he held your chin, 'I'm sorry that happened, I regret it. It almost destroyed me too. I even came to visit you in the hospital a few days after, when your boyfriend was being questioned by the police about the incident. You obviously have no memory of it, but I held your hand and I talked to you. I just really… really care for you.'

You were completely enchanted by him, for some unknown reason. You could listen to him speak for hours, as he spoke so softly and calm. His touch was warm and smooth, unlike Sihtric's mechanical hands which were rough. You felt a strange excitement rush through your body, and a warm sensation spread when Masema leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.

'Let me show you,' he whispered.

'Show me… what?' you whispered.

'How much I care for you,' Masema said, his warm breath sneaking inside your mouth as he held his parted lips lightly pressed onto yours, 'I can make you feel alive again.'

Alive. That was all you wanted to feel lately, but had been impossible as Sihtric prevented you from living your life.

'H-how?'

'Join me for a ride?' he whispered, convincingly, 'my bike's just around the corner, beautiful. Let's have some fun. Why won't we have some fun?'

'Oh… okay,' you breathed and mindlessly took his hand when he held it out to you.

On quiet nights like these, Masema didn't wear a helmet when he rode his motorcycle, and you told him it was not a problem. You just wanted to feel alive. And there was no better way to feel alive than to sit on the back of a motorcycle and feeling the wind in your hair.

And that is exactly what Masema gave you. He made you feel alive again with your arms around his waist, face pressed against his back, the wind in your hair, and the sound of his engine revving while he rode the almost deserted highways in the dark. You closed your eyes and smiled, inhaling the fresh night air and the smell of his leather jacket your face was pressed against, while the tears that rolled down your cheeks were swept away by the wind. You snuck your hands under his half zipped up jacket, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, and he felt just like Sihtric, like the Sihtric you had fallen in love with, and you couldn't get enough of it. You wrapped your arms tighter around his waist as the ride continued, enjoying the feeling of his muscular body pulled against yours, and you never wanted this moment to end. But two hours had already passed, and so Masema brought you home as it was almost midnight.

'What's wrong, my goddess?' he whispered as he held your face, seeing the tears in your eyes after you had gotten off his bike.

'Nothing,' you mumbled, and Masema wiped away the tears that escaped your eyes, 'I just… feel… I haven't felt this alive in a long time. So safe and… and free,' your voice broke, 'I needed it.'

Masema smiled softly and nuzzled your nose, 'I told you,' he whispered, 'I told you I'd give you everything you want,' he said, and he then captured your lips in a firm kiss.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 30 days

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Mechanic chapter 15

Note: follow up to chapter 14, but could probably be read on it's own too if you just want a spicy read. Happy easter to those who celebrate, make sure you sin today! 😉

Warnings: 18+!! smut; minors DNI.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric finally got to properly date and know each other.

wordcount: 4,9k

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Weeks had passed since Sihtric had rescued you from a forced marriage with Masema. He had called the cops, leaving them an anonymous tip and, as you didn't want to be involved with Masema anymore in any way, you agreed with Sihtric to leave before the first responders arrived. And so far it has been the right choice.

You finally got to spend more days and nights together, but because of everything that had happened ever since that belated Halloween party, you had not been intimate anymore since that very same night. You were both okay with that, as just sleeping in the same bed and waking up next to each other was already a blessing, but you both struggled in secret to not jump each other at any given moment. Sihtric was still careful at first and did not want to rush things. He knew you liked him, but sometimes his insecurities still took over and he was afraid you'd be just another girl who liked him for his looks, and not for who he was.

He was still afraid you would find someone better than him, someone who was highly educated with a high paid job and a fancy house. Sihtric was and had none of that. His mechanic job paid him well enough to live a pleasant life and to save some money for unexpected expenses, but Sihtric wasn't highly educated and he lived in a modest studio apartment just outside the city centre. He had been somewhat ashamed to take you to his place, and it was only after that horrific night with Masema that he took you there, because he felt he could keep you safer where he knew everything and everyone around him.

You liked his place once you got to explore it, after you woke up the next morning and the biggest scare had worn off overnight. His place was small and simple, but it told you everything you needed to know about him all at once. The apartment was small and cosy, with a separate bedroom just big enough for a double bed, which was positioned against the left wall, and a clothing cabinet on the right, of which one door was missing and the remaining one hung half loose while being covered with stickers of various motorcycle brands. On the wall, above the bed, was one large shelf decorated with an old white helmet, which Sihtric told you was the first helmet he ever bought along with his first motorbike, and next to the helmet was a pot with a dying cactus. On his nightstand remained an old but empty pizza box which he had yet to throw out, his bedroom door had an old poster of a pin-up girl seated on a vintage Harley Davidson, and his bedroom floor was surprisingly clean for a guy who lived alone and hadn't seriously dated anyone in a while.

When you left his bedroom you stepped into his living room which had an open kitchen on the right. The kitchen was small, perfect for one person, but it became evident when you stayed over that he needed a dinner table, because he couldn't ask you to eat like a sewer rat above the sink, like he usually does when he's on his own. The only problem was that the apartment had no space for a dinner table, as a large black corner sofa took up most of its limited space, along with a tv cabinet and a big tv to go with it. There was room for one more cabinet in the living room, and that cabinet was filled with piled up videogames, various protective motor gear, such as gloves and balaclavas to wear underneath a helmet, and naturally he had multiple tool boxes too. His living room also had numerous posters and fancy prints of scarcely dressed anime girls, to which he blushed once you pointed that out. His bathroom was also small but surprisingly clean, with a shower, a sink, a toilet and some space for a washing machine and a dryer, and on the outside of the bathroom door was a large mirror.

Sihtrich had worried his place wouldn't be up to your standards, as you owned a whole house in a pretty good neighbourhood, but you reassured him after the first night you stayed over that you did not care about how and where he lived. You just wanted the place to feel like home, and that's exactly how you felt when he first took you to his apartment. But then maybe you would feel at home everywhere as long as Sihtric was by your side, and you started to stay over at his place more often ever since.

You also found out that during Sihtric's time off, now that he was fully healed again and enjoying life as he used to, he liked to wear a hint of eyeliner and a silver chain around his neck, along with a Mjölnir pendant which was attached to a black leather cord. His clothes were simple, when not dressed in his work overalls, and he usually wore black jeans and comfortable hoodies or slim fitted shirts with his leather jacket on top. He owned good quality motor gear too, a matching set which consisted of a black coat, black trousers, black gloves and black boots, which all matched with his black helmet. But since Sihtric was an experienced biker, he rarely wore his full gear and often cruised in his jeans and a hoodie underneath his leather jacket.

And today wouldn't be any different, as you had agreed to go for a ride with him because it was a surprisingly warm afternoon for the time of the year. But where Sihtric would dress in his normal clothes, he refused to let you climb on the back of his bike without the proper clothing after everything that had happened. And so he had recently bought you a full set of protective gear, which he surprised you with when you came over after spending the night before apart.

'But isn't this stuff expensive?' you mumbled as Sihtric zipped up your coat.

'See it is a, eh, first real gift from your boyfriend,' Sihtric chuckled shyly while you checked yourself out in his mirror wearing the full gear, and he leaned back against the wall next to you.

Sihtric felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at you, for he thought you were his absolute dream girl and looked just perfect in that outfit he had bought you. He always hoped to find himself a backpack, someone who wants to go on rides with him, but he never dared dream his backpack would be someone as stunning and perfect as you.

'So… do you like it?' he asked hesitantly.

'I do,' you smiled, 'I really do. But I just don't know how to thank you for this.'

'You don't need to thank me,' Sihtric shrugged and handed you the finishing touch for your outfit; a black helmet which matched his own.

He helped you with the helmet, adjusting it to fit right, and he felt shy again as you looked up at him while the visor was up, admiring the sight of his dark eyeliner around his mismatched eyes.

'What?' he frowned after a moment and fought a smile.

'Well… I… I can't kiss you anymore now,' your voice somewhat muffled by the helmet, 'can I?'

Sihtric laughed as he put on his leather jacket, then grabbed your helmet and kissed the tip of your nose, which made you giggle, and he then took his own helmet before he opened the door for you. You walked a little clumsily in the motor gear, as the material was still firm and not broken in yet, and Sihtric enjoyed the sight of you walking down the stairs of the apartment building while you desperately held onto the railing. Once you reached the parking garage located under the apartment building, Sihtric placed his hand lightly on your lower back and walked you to his bikes. He had recently sold his previous bike and purchased two new ones; a black Triumph Bonneville T120 and a black ARCH 1S, the latter which had nearly made him go bankrupt. But only the Triumph was suitable to ride with a passenger, as the other bike had no space for a backpack to tag along.

When you closed in on his bikes, Sihtric started to feel a little nervous. It had been a while since he had taken you out on a proper trip, as the last time you were his passenger after the drama at the abandoned farm didn't really count in his opinion, and he just wanted you to feel safe. Especially after the horrific crash that started the whole mess you had both gone through.

'You nervous?' he asked just before he put on his helmet.

'Healthy nerves,' you confessed.

'If you don't feel comfortable or if I'm going too fast for your liking, just pinch me or something, okay? Then I'll slow down and pull over.'

You nodded in agreement and the butterflies rushed through your stomach when Sihtric took your helmet in his hands again, and he looked down into your eyes as both your visors were still open.

'I love you,' he said, and you could tell by the crinkles around his eyes that he smiled.

'I love you too,' you smiled back and moved your gloved hands up his torso.

'And for that I'm blessed,' Sihtric winked and leaned his helmet against yours while he continued to look down into your eyes, this being the closest your helmets would allow you to get.

'As am I,' you almost murmured and slid your hands under his unzipped jacket.

'Are you staying the night?' Sihtric suddenly asked and curled his fingers around the neck of your coat.

'Maybe,' you taunted, 'you want me to?'

'Of course I want you,' he chuckled, then realised what he had said and corrected himself, 'to, eh, to stay the night I mean.'

You laughed at his half hidden but clearly flustered face, and in response Sihtric slapped the visor on your helmet shut.

'Hey!' you laughed and opened it again, 'I want a kiss now because you were being mean.'

'I wasn't mean.'

'Yes you were.'

'I wasn't,' Sihtric chuckled and nudged your shoulder teasingly.

You grabbed onto his arm and your boyfriend frowned at you.

'What?' he smiled.

'I want to kiss you,' you said, innocently.

Sihtric groaned lightly, clearly wanting the same, and he then helped you take off your helmet before taking off his own. He turned to hang the helmets on the handlebars of his bike and, as he turned back, cupped your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss. The sweet kiss quickly turned hot and heavy as your tongues swirled and breaths were being stolen. Sihtric continued to kiss you while you fumbled with your gloves, then threw them on the garage floor once you finally freed yourself of them. You moved your hands up into his dark curls immediately, lightly tugging his hair to keep the kiss as deep as possible.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed in between sloppy kisses and he grabbed your hips, 'baby…'

'I want you,' you whined with a desperate sigh against his lips, 'please.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled softly, then kissed you again, 'you want me, princess?'

'Mhm,' you hummed, to which Sihtric picked you up in his arms and seated you sideways on his bike, 'I want you right now,' you breathed heavily and wrapped your legs around his waist.

'Right now?' Sihtric smiled slyly, his hands trailing up and down your thighs, 'here?'

'Right here,' you smirked and slid your hands underneath his hoodie while you brought your lips to his neck, 'it's been too long, Siht.'

'I know,' he agreed, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair as he threw his head back at the feeling of your mouth on his sensitive skin, and he inhaled sharply, 'hm, far too long.'

'Need you,' you murmured, then looked at him and flicked your tongue against his lips, 'I need you inside me so badly,' you mewled and rubbed his hardened length through his jeans, 'please, babe.'

Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'So cute,' his lips touching yours as he spoke and his tongue licking your lips between every few words, 'so pretty… when you beg for my cock.'

You moaned into his mouth and tugged firmly at his leather belt, 'Forget this bike,' you rasped, 'I wanna ride you, baby.'

Sihtric chuckled darkly and bucked his hips against yours, making you moan at the slight friction you felt as his erection just barely touched your core through your motor trousers, and he captured your lips into a passionate kiss once more.

'Tonight,' he husked, 'I promise you get to ride me tonight, if you're a good girl of course.'

'I'm always a good girl,' you smiled and teasingly sucked his lower lip, then pecked his lips a few more times before you were both startled as someone suddenly started their car not too far away from you.

Now that you were both snapped out of your love and lust filled bubble, Sihtric gave you one more sweet kiss and then handed you your helmet again.

'But I want you now,' you pouted.

'I want you now too, princess,' Sihtric said as he held your chin, 'but not here, not in public.'

'Fine,' you sighed and feigned annoyance, to which Sihtric squinted his eyes as he glanced at you, almost daring you to roll your eyes at him again, but you quickly averted your eyes and put the helmet back on again.

Sihtric put his own helmet back on and got on his bike, then signalled you to get on too. The bike forced you to sit all pushed up against him, and Sihtric reached behind him to take your hands after he had started his bike, pulling your arms around his waist tightly.

'Don't let go of me, okay?' he half yelled over his shoulder.

'I won't,' you yelled in reply, and rested your helmet against his back as he took off.

The bike ride lasted almost two hours before you had to tell Sihtric you needed a break, because your legs began to hurt, and you found your moment when he had to stop at a traffic light. You yelled his name and tapped his shoulder to get his attention, and you explained to him what was wrong. Sihtric nodded and said he'd pull over in a few minutes, at the parking of a forest which was close by. You told him that was okay with you and, as it was quite a long light you had to wait for, you began to tease him after he had shut down his engine while waiting.

You first wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a loving hug, but then you slowly moved your hands down to his thighs, to which Sihtric smiled but you couldn't see it, and he hummed softly as he leaned back against you. You trailed your hands to his inner thighs, and then slowly moved them up, but Sihtric was quick to grab your hands and stop you before you could rub his painfully trapped erection through his jeans. You laughed teasingly and Sihtric shook his head. He opened his visor and reached behind him, caressing your legs, and he then looked back over his shoulder.

'Your legs are going to be over my shoulders tonight, princess,' he winked.

You gasped lightly and felt a rush of butterflies through your stomach while you blushed behind your closed visor. And before you could reply, the light turned green, and Sihtric started his bike again and you clung onto him as he speeded off. When he slowed down several minutes later and turned to a rather quiet road that led through the forest, he took your hand. He held it up along with his, above his head as he rode on, and you felt the wind against your glove while you felt an overwhelming sense of freedom inside of you. He then lowered your hand and snuck it under his half open jacket, placing it on his heart and holding it there until he found the deserted parking lot to make a stop.

You both dismounted and took off your helmets, and, as soon as you had rid yourself of your gloves and unzipped your coat because it was rather warm, your lips found each other's and you kissed slowly and sweetly for several long minutes while no one was around.

'You're my whole world, little lady,' Sihtric whispered against your lips as he cradled your face in his hands, 'everything.'

'And you're too good to be true,' you murmured, 'you have to be. You can't be real…'

'I'm real, princess,' he said and nuzzled your nose before he kissed you again, 'and so is my love for you. I want to love you and smother you with it until you feel you could die from it.'

He smiled softly as he looked down into your eyes, and the sun made his mismatched eyes even more enchanting as the thin dark eyeliner decorated around them. You felt your cheeks heat up, and as it was a warm day you both decided to take off your jackets and threw them over his bike. Sihtric took off his hoodie too, and once he was in just his white shirt he, out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around you and tackled you, pulling you down with him in the tall grass between the flowers. You yelped as you were taken down and before you could even blink, Sihtric pulled you on top of him as he laid down, his hands on your thighs while he bit down on his lip, his eyes hooded as if he was intoxicated. You giggled and took his hands, only to pepper them with soft kisses, earning a low moan from him and you felt he became aroused once again as he was underneath you. You teasingly wiggled your butt, knowing it would make him even more aroused, and he then grabbed your hips.

'You wanna ride me?' Sihtric husked and made you grind down on him, 'hm?'

'Yeah,' you sighed with a smile and ran your hands over his torso.

'You think you can handle me?'

'We've made love before,' you chuckled with a light blush, 'only once, but…'

'Yes, made love,' Sihtric pointed out, 'but I'm talking about fucking, darling, not making love.'

You giggled like an excited schoolgirl, you were still to discover a lot about your boyfriend but you liked what you had learned so far. And you wouldn't mind if he had fucked you right there, in the grass between the pretty flowers, but you already figured he wouldn't do anything with you in public like that.

'But… you won't do it here, right?' you tried regardless.

'No,' he smiled sweetly and trailed his fingers down your cheek, 'not here, baby.'

'You ever done stuff in a public place like this?' you wondered.

'I have,' Sihtric confessed, 'many years ago.'

'Really?' you grinned, 'what did you do?'

'Aren't you curious?' he laughed and then hummed softly as he took your hands in his, 'well, if you really want to know… I sucked someone off,' he said casually and with a light shrug.

'What?' your eyes widened.

'What?'

'You… you what?' you laughed, 'really?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric laughed, 'what's so shocking about that?'

'Well, I… I don't know- I guess I didn't, uh, expect… that.'

'Yeah, well,' Sihtric shrugged again, 'I dated a guy back then and you know, we were in love, so things happened when we knew the chances of being caught were slim. It was fun and kind of exciting to do risky stuff in public, but I'm too old for that now I guess,' he licked his lips and looked up at you, 'and I would never want anyone to see you exposed like that in any way,' he took your chin again, 'that's only for me to see.'

You smiled and cupped his cheeks, accepting the fact he just didn't want you to be seen with half your clothes off by anyone else, and you couldn't deny you liked that about him.

'So,' you said after a moment, 'you liked sucking that guy off then?' you snorted.

'I did,' Sihtric said cockily and without shame, 'why?' he playfully raised an eyebrow.

'Nah, just wondering,' you shrugged with a grin, 'it's an, eh… interesting thought.'

'Is it?' Sihtric suddenly husked, and he took your hand, tracing his lips with your fingertips as he looked at you intensely.

You swallowed hard and felt your cheeks heat up when he kissed your fingers, and then ran his tongue slowly across your index and middle finger, all while he kept his eyes locked with yours, and the mischief in his eyes became clear as day. You became lightheaded as you watched him slowly drag his tongue over your fingers again, only to stop when your fingertips touch his lower lip, and he then winked seductively before he took your fingers in his mouth, and sucked them painstakingly slow while he never tore his eyes away from yours.

Everything around you became silent, every sound disappeared; the chirping of birds, the leaves rustling in the wind, the sound of vehicles on the highway far away… it all drowned out as you watched your boyfriend suck your digits as you sat on top of him, and your eyes went heavy while your panties became soaked. You mindlessly grinded your hips against his as you watched him, moaning pathetically while you did, but then Sihtric pulled your fingers away from his mouth and laughed softly at the state you were in.

'Was it as interesting as you thought?' he spoke soft and low, the amusement lingering in his voice.

You nodded while your eyes were still heavy, 'Yes,' you sighed, 'even b-better… please,' you then begged and leaned in, 'please let me ride you.'

Sihtric chuckled softly and kissed your lips, 'If you only knew how pretty you look when you're so desperate,' he whispered, 'but don't worry, I'll show you.'

And your mechanic boyfriend kept his promise. When he took you back to his place again, after having stopped for dinner at a restaurant at the side of a road, you both wasted no time and started taking off each other's clothes before you even reached the door to his apartment. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and lifted you up in his arms as he kissed you, walking you over to his couch where he sat you down. He kissed your lips again before he pulled away, and you protested against the sudden loss of him while you were left in only your lingerie. Sihtric was only half naked, still wearing his jeans and boxers underneath, but the curls on the unshaved side of his head were messy and his cheeks were rosy. He grabbed a wooden chair out of the bathroom, on which he always piled his clothes when taking a shower, and he placed it in front of the mirror which was on the bathroom door.

You watched him, rather confused, and he then turned back to you and took your hand. He pulled you up to him and he kissed you as he walked you backwards to the chair.

'I told you,' he rasped, 'I'd show you how pretty you are for me.'

Sihtric unzipped his jeans and lowered them only slightly, then sat down and pulled you in his lap while you both faced your reflection. He teased you for a moment, running his fingers across your wet panties and making you watch how worked up he made you with such ease, until you begged him for more. He took your face and kept your eyes on the mirror while he pulled his hard cock out, and your mouth nearly watered as he made you watch him stroke his length slowly. He brought his lips to your neck, where he kissed and sucked your skin before he spoke in your ear while you made the most desperate noises.

'See how fucking pretty you are,' he whispered and looked at you in the mirror over your shoulder, 'making such a mess of yourself for me,' he smiled sweetly and with pride. 'Do you want it?' he then purred.

You nodded eagerly and with tears in your eyes, you couldn't contain yourself anymore and started to fall apart in front of him.

'Please,' you begged and grinded his thigh, 'please…'

'Such a good girl,' Sihtric cooed, and he then picked you up and brought you to his bedroom, where he threw you on the bed.

He loved how small you were to him and how easily he could toss you around, with love of course, and he climbed on top of you after he pulled down your panties and took off his own remaining clothes. He cupped your cheeks and then kissed your lips softly.

'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too,' you murmured with a smile, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders.

'Good,' Sihtric chuckled softly and kissed you again, 'remember that I love you, because I'm going to fuck you like I don't, and I won't stop unless you tell me to.'

You nodded, and he wasted no time to sheath himself completely inside you, filling you up entirely and you clawed at his back at the sudden sensation. You arched your back and threw your head back as he began to thrust into you, picking up his pace every few seconds until your eyes rolled back and you could only moan and whimper in his ear while you clenched around his twitching cock.

Sihtric sat back up after a while, and he threw your legs over his shoulder before he leaned back in again, he then grabbed your hips and he began to fuck you without remorse. His bed creaked loudly underneath you and the headboard banged against the wall with each hard thrust, his necklaces dangled above your face and hit his chest rhythmically while he desperately bit down his moans as he was completely buried inside you. He kept this up for a while, but then suddenly flipped you over and you were on top of him before you could climax.

You looked down into his eyes with surprise, his eyeliner still on point while his body glistened with sweat just like yours, and he gave you a sly half smile as he put his hands behind his head while he laid back on his bed.

'You wanted to ride me, princess?' he rasped.

'Mhm,' you whined, and you sank down on his length and began to bounce up and down while you moaned and gasped.

You found support by putting your hands on his scarred and toned chest, all while Sihtric didn't move and just watched you as you fucked him the way you had asked for. And you continued to fuck him until your legs began to hurt and your whines became even prettier, desperate for his help.

'Mh,' Sihtric hummed with a dark chuckle, 'such a good girl,' he whispered as you struggled to keep moving, 'just like that… good girl.'

But not much later your entire body trembled. You were desperate for your release and tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to keep a steady pace, which was impossible by now.

'Please,' you gasped, but Sihtric didn't look impressed and he refused to help you.

'All day you begged to ride me, princess,' he said sternly but with a sweetness to it, 'so you'll fucking ride me now, and you won't stop until I fill that pretty pussy of yours up.'

You did as you were told, gasping and moaning and trembling while you continued to ride your mechanic, and he eventually took a hold of your hips, not helping you, but simply digging his fingers in your skin.

'Keep making those pretty sounds for me now,' Sihtric said, panting while he struggled to fight his own moans now, 'keep fucking going, princess.'

And you did, you fucked him until you couldn't anymore, and you both climaxed shortly after each other, breathing hard and heavy while your body was shaking as you sat on top of him, exhausted. Sihtric smiled at you, sweetly and head over heels in love with you, and he wiped your tear stained cheeks with his hands.

'Good girl,' he cooed and kissed your lips, then brought one hand down to your trembling thighs, 'you wanna taste it?'

You nodded as you sniffled, wanting nothing more than to feel and taste him entirely. And your boyfriend smiled proudly, running his fingers over the inside of your thigh and coating them with his cum as it dripped out of you. He brought his hand back up, smearing it over your lips before he slid his fingers between your parted lips to let you taste him.

'That's it,' Sihtric whispered as you cleaned his digits, 'don't waste a drop now. That's my good girl,' he smiled, and then pulled you in his arms.

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whitedarkmoonflower · 2 months

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Pairing: Masema x reader (female)

Authors note: it is a very belated birthday present to @lady-targaryens-world Thank you so much for your request and I'm so sorry it took me so long to write it. I changed a bit the setting, but I still hope you will enjoy it. It appeared that writing Masema is not so easy for me, but I truly loved it. A big thank you to lovely @the-irish-girl for helping me with brainstorming, ideas and dialogues! It was so inspiring to work together with you! The idea of the other world and the stones is borrowed from the books.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), p in v sex

Word Count: 5,6 K

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You shifted in your saddle trying to find a more comfortable position, but to no avail. Your whole body was aching and sore, your muscles feeling like they were filled with lead. The shadows were getting longer, as the sun slowly rolled behind the horizon. The evening was approaching and you longed for nothing more than to rest, to get off the horseback and curl under your blanket. With the last remnants of your strength you spurred your horse to a slight gallop, trying to align with Lord Ingtar, riding at the front of the group.

“Aren’t we stopping for the night?” you tried to sound casual, not to betray your tiredness.

"There, behind that hill, is a perfect spot for our camp," Lord Ingtar's response filled you with hope as he pointed towards the next hillock. Unconsciously, you sighed in relief. It wouldn't have surprised you if they intended to ride through the night; there was no sign of weariness on the stern faces of the Shienaran warriors following their leader. It seemed they could maintain this relentless pursuit indefinitely.

With a knowing smirk, he added, "The horses need a rest."

Yeah, horses, you nodded inwardly and allowed your own steed to gradually slow down again.

You had to pick the lesser of two evils, as the need to escape the city had grown urgent. Fal Moran was no longer a safe haven for you, not since it had become overrun with Aes Sedai. It was only a matter of time before they discovered your well-kept secret, and you would be forced to follow them to the White Tower. You were not like them and you didn't want to be anything like them. Arrogant, cold-blooded, and heartless, they were driven by their might and a belief in their own omniscience. These cruel beings wielded too much power for their own good.

You had made up your mind to join the first party leaving the city, even if it meant travelling across the country in pursuit of the Horn of Valere. You were aware that they wouldn't readily accept you as a companion if you simply asked, but the Shienarans were known for their unwavering commitment to helping and protecting those in need. That was their way. Thus, you departed ahead of the group and waited along the road—an abandoned high-born lady, seeking assistance. A damsel in distress, to put it plainly.

Once again, you felt the unsettling sensation of someone's eyes fixated on you. Slowly and discreetly, you turned your head to meet his gaze. His stern eyes bore into you with mistrust and suspicion, tinged with a hint of resentment for reasons unknown to you.

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked, turning to face Lord Ingtar as you settled beside him near the fire.

"What do you mean, lady?" The surprise in his voice was evident.

"I have a feeling I may have upset or offended the young warrior with those peculiar mismatched eyes. I believe his name is Masema," you continued hesitantly. "I just wanted to know if I may have overstepped or said something unacceptable. I'm not accustomed to your ways, and I want to offer my apologies if..."

"Lady, you need not worry," Lord Ingtar interrupted gently. "I'm sorry to say this, but there's probably nothing you can do about it. You... I'm not quite sure how to explain it... you bear a striking resemblance to an Aiel to us. Not all of us have fought against them, but Masema has."

The awkwardness of the conversation and the embarrassment in Lord Ingtar’s voice were impossible to ignore. "Lady, you are not to blame for your appearance. Please, tell me if Masema has been rude to you or insulted you in any way. Trust me, I'll ensure a proper punishment is meted out."

"Oh, not that. He's simply avoiding me completely, and he refuses to speak to me even when I address him. Please, don't say anything to him. You've been so kind to pick me up on the road and offer your protection after my bodyguard abandoned me unfairly. I don't want to cause any inconvenience," you said, trying to mask your relief with gratitude. You were thankful that your initial fear, the creeping worry that Masema might have somehow discovered your deeply buried secret, was unfounded.

Unable to resist, you stole a furtive glance at Masema. He'd set up his blanket near one of the towering stones encircling the camp. It was an eerie sight; the magnificent stones, arranged as if by a giant hand, stood in a perfect circle. You had never seen anything like it before. Was it some kind of sacred place? Perhaps remnants of a forgotten temple? The strange ornaments engraved in the middle, just within reach, sparked a sense of familiarity you couldn't grasp. The whole setting gave you a weird feeling you couldn't quite place.

The warmth of the hot brew shared around the fireplace enveloped you, soothing your aching joints and beckoning for rest. You spread your blanket on the opposite side of the camp, as far as possible from the grim warrior that apparently hated you for just being you.

It wasn't surprising; you were accustomed to it. People had feared and hated you for as long as you could remember. You recalled being just a small girl when it first happened, playing with the other kids of the village at the foot of the nearby hill.

It was the noise that first caught your attention—a scratchy, unpleasant sound of something rubbing against itself. Then, you saw it—a large stone slowly starting to shake and then loosening from its perch at the top. You remember screaming, shouting for everyone to run, but one of the boys stumbled and fell. Time seemed to stand still for a moment; you acted on instinct, reaching out with your hand in a stupid and desperate wish to stop the stone from crashing onto your friend. And miraculously, it stopped. It remained suspended in mid-air, just above the fallen boy, as if held by a magic hand.

He scrambled to his feet and ran, and they all followed suit, casting fearful glances back at you as you lowered your hand and the stone crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Even now, when recalling that day, you could still feel the absolute terror in their eyes. Not because they had just escaped death, no, they were terrified of you.

That night, the elders of the village came to your parents, and by the same nightfall, they hurriedly packed all their belongings, and you left. You left your home, your village, your friends—everything. And ever since then, you've been running. There was something within you, a power you didn’t understand and never wanted to possess. It was only much later, as you became a grown woman, that you found out there were others like you - the Aes Sedai. But the way people spoke about them, the tales they told, and the fear they instilled just reinforced your conviction that your power had to remain secret, hidden until you took it with you to the grave.

You sank down onto your blanket, wrapping another around you, leaning your back against the stone behind you. Your eyes unconsciously wandered again to the stern warrior on the other side of the camp.

Why? By the light, why me? were your last conscious thoughts before sleep took over.

You were in that sweet spot between asleep and awake, still wrapped in the cosy embrace of dreams when the sounds of the outside world started creeping in, signalling the start of a new day. You kept your eyes shut, not quite ready to let go of that blissful moment just yet.

“Where are we?” came a voice, dripping with anger. It sounded oddly familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

Masema. The name jolted through your mind, instantly dispelling the dreamy fog. You snapped awake, finding Masema towering over you. You scrambled to a sitting position, taking in your surroundings with a mix of awe and confusion.

“I-I don't know,” you stammered, just as confused as he was, if not more so.

Moments ago, you had been lying on the ground with all your companions, and now you were... wherever this place was. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You were still seated among the magnificent stones, where the camp had been, but that was where the similarities ended. The place bore no resemblance to where you had fallen asleep. You vividly recalled the stones positioned in a clearing near the woods, surrounded by untouched, lush grass and the scent of nameless wildflowers lingering in the air. Now, as far as your eyes could see, there was nothing but barren, cracked soil, with withered trees sporadically dotting the landscape. The hot air and dust burned your lungs as you struggled to take a deep breath.

“This is all your fault!” Masema's words snapped you back to reality, his eyes dark with anger. “You brought us here, now bring us back!” he demanded.

“And, why would it be my fault? You’re here, too! You might be the one responsible for this, you know?” you spat at him, your words filled with venom to match his.

It was only then that the absurdity of the situation began to sink in, and panic slowly crept over you. What had happened? Where were you? And of all the people you could have ended up with, why did it have to be Masema, the Shienaran warrior who clearly despised you, stranded with you in this desolate wasteland?

"I knew from the very first sight of you that you couldn't be trusted," Masema's voice, cold and calm, sent shivers down your spine, more chilling than any insult he could hurl in anger.

“What did I do, for you to hate me so much?” you knew it was not the right time nor place for this question, there were much more pressing issues to be cleared, but you couldn’t just leave it.

“You look just like them! You speak like them! You walk like them! Everything you do makes you look a little more like them! And sooner or later you’ll show who you really are, you cannot fool me,” he snorted.

"Like who? The Aiel? You flatter me. I would give much to be like them, to possess their strength, their ability to defend themselves against prejudice-driven fools who judge solely based on appearance," anger simmered within you.

“You don’t know me!” you finally shouted. “You did not even give me a chance to prove my worth, you just judge me straight away because you think you are better than anyone else, you think you know better than anyone else. But you know nothing about me.” The last words were punctuated by a pointed index finger jabbing into his chest, your eyebrows furrowed with anger.

Finally, you took one more step forward until you were face to face, sharing the same air. You stared him straight in the eyes, letting him see the pain his words inflicted.

“I don't deserve your hatred! You don’t know me, so stop pretending like you do!”

Without waiting for a response, you swiftly began to pack your blankets into your saddlebag.

"You know what? I'm done with all of this! We're parting ways! You go one direction, and I'll go the other! Good luck!" you hissed in frustration. The overwhelming need to escape from this place, to evade the stern, judgmental gaze of those peculiar eyes, left no room for any other thought. You didn’t give him a chance to reply; you didn’t even want one. With that, you turned your back on him, slung your saddlebag over your shoulder, and strode away, devoid of any plan or destination.

You had no idea how long you had aimlessly wandered before spotting a small stream, a mirage of life amidst the ash-grey desolation. Hastily, you uncapped your leather flask, filling it with the precious, life-giving water.

Leaving Masema behind had undoubtedly been a mistake, but there was no turning back now. You couldn't simply reappear before him and offer apologies. You couldn’t admit he was actually right.

It must have been you. There was no other explanation, no other possibility. Even though you had no inkling of what triggered this or how you managed it. Lost in your thoughts, you watched the stream bubble, abruptly pulled from your reverie by an angry roar nearby.

Your head snapped up, pupils dilating in terror at the sight of the creature looming closer. Not even your worst nightmares could conjure something like this. Towering on massive, muscular hind legs, its leonine body was covered in mottled, algae-green scales, with a broad, frog-like head boasting bulging, lidless eyes gleaming with eerie intelligence and a ring of sharp, serrated teeth.

Your hand instinctively sought the small knife hidden in your clothes, fingers clenching around its shaft until your knuckles whitened. Being intended as this creature's next meal wasn't the destiny you envisioned, but you were resolved to make your life as costly as possible.

In a heartbeat, a strong arm gripped yours, yanking you aside with incredible force as the creature lunged. Your bewildered gaze fell on Masema, wielding his sword with determined precision. It was an uneven fight, the creature dwarfing the agile warrior and its scales seemingly impenetrable to his blade.

"The eyes, they're unprotected! Aim for its eyes!" you shouted and the beast's attention momentarily turned towards you. In that very same moment Masema seized the chance, leaping and aiming for the creature's head. The blade sliced through its left eye, eliciting a deafening howl that pierced the air.

Your chest heaved with horror as you witnessed the creature falter, collapsing onto its front paws before slumping to the ground. Unstoppable sobs wracked your body as you sank to your knees, horror consuming you, and strong arms encircled your shoulders, preventing you from collapsing to the ground.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat on your blanket spread by the fire Masema had made in the middle of the stone circle. "You're probably right. It's my fault we're stuck here, don't know where."

A furrowed eyebrow was the only indication that Masema was paying attention, engrossed in sharpening his sword, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

"It's not the first time strange things have happened to me," you continued, feeling like there was nothing left to lose. You knew he hated you—could he hate you even more? Did it even matter? The landscape stretched before you, empty and dusty. Having the glorious choice between death from hunger or the claws of that creature—definitely not the last of its kind—you preferred the more swift one, or better yet, the quick, soothing death by Masema’s sword seemed actually the most appealing choice.

"There's something inside me, and it frightens me," you confessed. "It's like I have access to a pool of unlimited power, but every time I try to grasp it, it slips away. And then, sometimes, when I least expect it, I can feel it in my fingertips. It's so tangible, I could almost touch it."

"What kind of strange things?" Masema inquired nonchalantly, as if asking about your breakfast.

"I've made rocks freeze in the air, ignited things, moved objects without touching them," you said, trying to keep your voice casual, but unable to hide the tremor of anxiety. You had never spoken to anyone about it, and now you were revealing your deepest secret to someone who was almost an enemy. Yes, he had saved your life, but it hadn't seemed to change his attitude toward you.

"I never wanted it, never asked for it! It's a curse," you admitted, resting your head on your knees. Your body shivered, not from the cold, but from the anger and despair boiling within you. "And now I've cursed you too."

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Masema approaching until his hand landed on your shoulder, startling you as he sat down beside you.

"I knew you were trouble from the first moment I saw you," there was a new, unexpected tone in his voice that made you raise your head. Something in Masema's eyes caused a chill to run down your back and the flickering red light from the fire only intensified the hypnotic effect of his stern gaze.

"I didn’t mean any harm to anybody. I’m so sorry. You have every right to hate me," tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hush," Masema's rough fingers gently cupped your chin, his thumb brushing away the tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. "There is such a fire within you. I can feel it. I could see it in your eyes as you faced that creature. A spirit so daring, so brave, captured in such a small and fragile frame."

A soft gasp of surprise escaped your chest as Masema's lips pressed against yours, his palms cradling your face and drawing you close. Your mind raced, torn between eagerness and bewilderment. You placed your palm on his chest, as if to push him away, but instead, your fingers hooked into Masema's leather armour, pulling him closer.

Wasn’t this what you had yearned for all this time, tormented by his inexplicable rejection? Hadn't you dreamed of feeling these strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close? Or was it the desperation of this hopeless situation that made you cling to his broad chest, seeking the warmth of his body as confirmation that you were still alive? You didn’t care. Thrill and arousal running through your veins, you could only moan against his lips, slowly parting yours to welcome him into your mouth.

"I've been craving this since the moment I laid eyes on you. Whatever power brought us here, away from everybody, I'm grateful for it," Masema's husky voice enveloped you, sending shivers down your spine. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his mouth trailed down to your neck, leaving hot, stinging marks on your sensitive skin.

You whimpered at the stirring sensation, your longing for his touch growing into a burning need, overpowering all your other senses. In the next moment, you found yourself pressed onto your back, the thick, soft blanket barely enough to shield you from the hard ground, Masema looming over you.

"You resemble the fiercest enemy I've ever faced, yet you make my blood boil with desire," your breath caught in your throat as Masema's rough fingers wrapped around your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. There was something threatening, something inexplicably alluring in the sinister darkness of his lust-drunk eyes as they locked with yours. You met his gaze head-on, your eyes wide open, chest heaving, and teeth grazing along your lower lip in anticipation of his next move.

Masema leaned in, his lips hovering over yours, “Say it, say that you want me,” his eyes scanned you intently.

“By the light, I want you,” you breathed, rolling your hips against him like a slut and the throaty groan that left his lips upon your words, made you shiver. His mouth found yours and your breath was swept away from the sheer fury of his kiss while his hands let go of your wrists and began to work on your clothes, freeing your breasts from the confines of your corset, squeezing and kneading them, his rough fingers digging deep into your flesh.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head from his heated touch and you arched your back against the unforgiving hard ground as Masema’s lips closed around your hardened nipples. The small rocks beneath the blanket were digging into your shoulders and hips, but you didn’t even feel the sting, everything around you slowly fading until there was nothing apart from deep hunger for more, burning you from within.

“You think you have power? You are under my power, sweet little thing, you could be the Dragon himself, but you could do nothing against my power and I will use it to make you forget everything as you scream my name in pleasure,” the raw force, permeating Masema’s words, although whispered in hushed tones, made all the tiny hair on your skin stand on end. His hands were on your hips, pushing up your dress and pulling down your undergarments with hasty, rough movements. You drew a sharp breath, feeling the cool air on your bare dripping cunt just before Masemas hot tongue dived in between your folds, his lips closing around your pulsing clit, hands pinning your hips to the ground.

“Light help me,” you wined, burying your fingers into the soft and plush fabric beneath you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, but to no avail as Masema’s lips and tongue kept driving you closer to madness, lewd moans rolling over your lips.

“It can’t help you. Nothing can help you now, you’re mine and only mine,” Masema grinned against your centre, voice husky and deep, dripping with dark possessiveness that only added to the sinful sensation pulsing through your veins and bringing you closer to the edge, and you gasped loudly as he forced two fingers into you. You felt as if you were flying or maybe falling, you couldn’t tell, too lost in the feeling of your climax approaching, each lap of his tongue, each movement of his fingers amplifying the pleasure and pushing you further into oblivion.

“Say it, to whom do you belong?” Masema groaned, speeding up his movements.

Was this what had attracted you to the stern and silent warrior from the very first day? His whole presence spoke of strength and assertiveness, of power and ownership, of being someone to take what’s his and never letting go of it, defending it with his life if needed. Tired of loneliness you craved for the soothing feeling of belonging to someone. It was intoxicating, almost addicting – that feeling of having found someone ready to claim you, to possess you, to protect you. You wanted to be his, you were his.

“Yours, Masema, I’m yours. By the light I’m yours,” you moaned, and Masema’s satisfied growl vibrated against your centre, adding the last touch that brought you over the edge. You came on his fingers, whimpering his name, forgetting where you were or who you were as your body convulsed under the waves of pure bliss running through your veins.

“Such a good girl, my powerful, secret Aes Sedai, my dragon,” Masema grinned, observing you carefully, as he kept fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, “so beautiful, so tight around my fingers. I can already imagine how good you will feel around my cock.”

Head spinning from the intensity of your orgasm, you breathed heavily, chest rising high with each inhale. Eyes half lid you watched Masema pulling off his leathers and undoing his breeches. You had always noted Masema's well-built physique, his muscular arms hinted at beneath his armour. However, the sight of his perfectly sculpted upper body, revealed before your eyes, made you swallow hard. Even more so as your eyes landed on his thick, fully hard cock ready to claim you. You yelped as Masema grabbed you by your hips and flipped over on your stomach in one quick motion.

“I’m not done with you yet, my sweet little dragon,” he whispered into your ear, pushing your dress up your ass and pulling you to your knees. You whimpered as his large, rough palms landed on your buttock, spreading your cheeks.

“Perfect, so perfect,” Masema grunted, teasing your entrance with his finger. You moaned and pushed back into his touch. “Patience, beautiful,” he chuckled, “trust me, I know exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

A muffled cry escaped your lips as Masema’s hand reached out, grabbing your hair, and pulled you up back flush against his chest. His left hand fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing it slightly, just enough to pull a soft whine from you.

“I’ll give it to you, if you’ll ask me nicely,” Masema’s breath hot against your neck made shivers go down your spine or were it his words and hoarse, lust drunken voice? You couldn’t tell, you didn’t care, you were unable to think straight your mind swept clear from any other thought apart from the need to have him finally inside you, to feel him use you, to fuck you into madness.

“Please,” you gasped, your breath getting more ragged with each passing moment.

“Please, what?” Masema whispered, his left hand still around your throat, the other squeezing your breast, fingers rubbing your hardened nipple.

“Please, fuck me. Take me,” a deep moan rolled over your lips as Masema pressed you down and pushed his hard length into your tightness with a loud groan. He paused for a moment, savouring the feeling of your walls squeezing around him and taking him in.

“So sweet, so bold and dearing and yet so obedient, and so fucking tight, you are a gift of the Creator himself,” Masema hummed, as he pulled out and slammed back into you, making you moan and gasp as his pace was picking up. He was not gentle, not in the way his fingers dug into your flesh, to keep you in place, not in the way his hips snapped against you, as he forced himself deeper and deeper into you with each thrust, not in the way his hand found its way to you hair again, jerking you up against his chest, making you cry out both in pain and pleasure simultaneously.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head, breath catching in your chest, as Masema fucked you relentlessly, mercilessly, his groans filling your ears, and your body responded to his every touch, every rough thrust. Nobody had ever desired you so carnally, so intensively, his hold on you so primal and possessive, determined to bring you to the highs of pleasure you had never experienced before, driving you mad and pushing you higher and higher.

“More, by the light, Masema, I need more,” you mewled and the wild growl that ripped through Masema left you grinning as he pushed you back down to the blanket, seized your hips in an iron grip, you were sure to leave bruises and marks in your soft flesh, and fastened his pace.

You tried to muffle your moans with your hand, but Masema was quick to grab it and pull your arm behind your back.

“Don’t be shy, my sweet dragon, there is nobody who could hear you in this cursed world you’ve brought us to,” he chuckled, “I want to hear you, I want to hear how much you enjoy my cock.”

You didn’t answer, unable to make any coherent word, your voice trapped in the depths of your throat, but the wanton sounds rolling over your lips were the only response he needed as he kept pounding into you, fucking you breathless.

You could feel Masema’s movements getting sloppier, his heavy breathing turning into hoarse, rugged panting, and you clawed your fingernails forcefully in the blanket, closing your eyes as Masema let go of your arm and reached between your thighs, his fingers rubbing your pulsing clit, giving you the last push you needed to fall again into oblivion. The climax shot through your body with the force of a lightning, your limbs trembling as you screamed Masemas name into the black void around you. You would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm washing over you, if not for Masema’s hands holding your hips tightly as he kept fucking you through your peak, loud groans leaving his lips as he came just moments later, his cock twitching inside you and filling you with his warm seed.

You slumped down onto the blanket the moment Masema’s hands let go of you and he followed you crushing down beside you, both panting hard. You didn’t expect that, but Masema’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush to his chest as his lips planted tender kisses on the top of your head.

"You didn't believe me," you whispered between panting breaths.

"Oh, I believe you. More importantly, I believe in you. You brought us here, and you'll bring us back. I have no doubts about it, my little dragon," he whispered, nuzzling against your hair.

“Wake up,” Masema rattled your shoulder, tearing you away from the sweet world of dreams.

“Just one last moment,” you muttered without opening your eyes, your arms reaching out, seeking the warmth of his body.

“There's no time. Wake up! They're approaching,” the urgency in Masema's voice jolted you from your slumber.

“Who's approaching?” you asked, your eyes fluttering wide open.

“I would rather ask what is approaching,” Masema chuckled. “Can't you hear it?”

The wild roar that tore through the air made you jump to your feet.

“What was that?” you asked, fear etched on your face.

“I think it might be some friends of our yesterday's acquaintance,” Masema chuckled, “And they are coming in company. Sweetie, it's time to go home,” his gaze slid expectantly over you.

“What? But I can’t. Masema, I have no idea how,” you sobbed.

“Listen to me. I've been thinking about what you told me. Do you know what the locals call these stones?”

“No,” you shivered, listening to the sounds of wild roars and feeling the earth trembling beneath your feet.

“Obanda stones. Obanda means 'door' in the old tongue. This must be how you got us here—through the stones. And this is how you can bring us back.”

“Masema, it's insane. I have no idea how to do that,” desperation laced your voice.

Masema's fingers brushed against your cheeks, and he cupped your chin to raise your head.

“I'm here to protect you. Whatever comes. I don't care who you are. I don't care what power you wield. I will protect you, always,” the certainty in his voice, devoid of doubt or hesitation, sent a shiver down your spine.

"Look at me," he commanded, and as if drawn by an irresistible force, you raised your gaze to meet his eyes.

"Give me your hand," he continued, and you complied, raising your arm. You flinched as Masema's large, rough palm wrapped around your fingers, squeezing them painfully. "I'm here with you. Hold on to me. I believe in you. You brought us here, you’ll bring us back. You can do it," he reassured, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you tightly against his muscular body.

"Now, I want you to put your hand on the stone," he breathed against your ear. The calmness and certainty in his voice were hypnotising, leaving no room for doubt. The howling and growling around you grew closer as the beasts encircled you. Your heart raced in your chest, as panic and fear enveloped you.

"I can’t do it! Masema, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I never learned to use it properly. I don’t know how to do it," words tumbled from your lips in an unstoppable rush, your body shaking uncontrollably. You had brought this doom upon both of you. Your ignorance, your unwillingness to embrace the power bestowed upon you had led you here, and it would be the death of you both. "I can’t do it. I’m so sorry, Masema," tears rolled down your cheeks.

There was no point in trying, all you wanted was to turn around, to gaze into his mismatched eyes, to melt into his embrace, bury your nose into his chest, and breathe in his scent for the one last time. But Masema’s firm grip on your waist prevented you from doing so.

“I can’t,” you sobbed, leaning heavily against him as your knees grew weak and wobbly, “I just can’t do it.”

“Raise your hand,” Masema ordered, squeezing your fingers again. The pain jolted through your body, sharpening your hazy mind. There was something in his voice that brooked no disobedience. Despite your reluctance, despite having already given up and resigned yourself to the approaching death, you obeyed. You raised your quivering hand, reaching out almost to touch the cold surface. A piercing howl echoed just behind you, and you froze, your palm mere millimetres from the stone.

"Don’t look back. Close your eyes and listen to me," Masema's voice remained steady, unwavering. It washed over your senses like a waterfall—soft, low, and slightly husky, yet remarkably calm and soothing. Even his breath maintained a steady rhythm, as if he were engaged in a casual conversation over breakfast rather than standing with you in the midst of nowhere, surrounded by hungry, bloodthirsty creatures, his only hope of escape hanging by the fragile thread of a scared girl, unsure of how to wield the power she possessed.

Masema's presence enveloped you like a soft cloud, calming the tempest of your swirling thoughts. His steady heartbeat seemed to set a new, measured rhythm for your own racing heart. The world around you faded away, leaving only his firm, commanding yet gentle voice echoing in your mind.

"Touch the stone," Masema whispered into your ear, pressing you tightly against his chest. "Don’t think. Feel. I trust you."

You couldn’t recall giving your hand the command to move forward, but it did so the very moment Masema’s words left his lips. The stone felt unforgivingly cold, its polished surface so smooth that you could feel each and every cut and line of the ancient runes engraved in it. Closing your eyes, you pressed your palm more firmly against it, with Masema’s hot breath on your neck serving as the only reminder of the world around you, the sole connection grounding you as you reached out for the source of light within you and it answered your call, pulsing and growing within you.

You trembled, the power scorching through you, burning from within, seeping into every cell of your body, every corner of your mind, its radiance swallowing you. So many times had you tried to reach for that power, you knew dwelling inside you. You could sense it, an unending pool of light and warmth, retreating each time you consciously called upon it. And now it was suddenly there, flickering around your fingertips, permeating in your breath, wafting around you with the strength of a tempest, flowing in a ceaseless current, begging to be tamed and channelled.

Now it was you, squeezing Masemas hand with all the strength you had, seeking refuge in his unwavering confidence, in his steady breath on your neck, in his rhythmic heartbeat, as with a loud cry you channelled your power into the stone.

Suddenly, it was quiet around you. No howling, no growls, no sounds of approaching paws causing the earth to tremble beneath your feet. Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were still standing in the same place, your palm pressed against the stone, Masema’s muscular arm around your waist, his other hand squeezing your left hand. You breathed in the fresh air, smelling of grass and rain. Rain! The realisation hit you like lightning.

“I did it!” a cry of triumph vibrated through your body. “Masema, I did it! We're back.”

In the next moment, you were turned around as light as a feather and pressed against the stone, with Masema towering over you.

“My little dragon, my powerful girl,” was all he said as his lips crushed against yours.

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