Romans & histoires Silco X Reader Ao3

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.

“Then what was he speaking for?” Silas turned to her now, his eyes stripped of any false calm. “Something older than names. Something that calls itself the Hollowing.” Even the trees seemed to flinch at the sound of it. Dorian’s growl was low and reluctant. “You’re saying Xeroth was just… a pawn?” “A vessel,” Silas corrected. “A broken echo of a deeper hunger. And now that hunger knows your name.” Seraphina staggered back a step. Her magic, even dimmed as it was, reacted violently rising like a tide to defend her, to defy whatever force dared claim her blood.

“Look at you. So desperate already.” He increased the speed. The vibrations grew stronger, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My thighs trembled violently, my moans turning into desperate sobs. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled the wand away. I cried out in frustration, hips bucking uselessly against nothing. Silas stepped closer, his big hand cupping my cheek almost tenderly. “Beg me, Liora. Beg your owner to let you cum.” Tears streamed down my face. Pride warred with overwhelming need. “Please… Silas… please let me cum.”

Suddenly, a figure emerged—a man cloaked in darkness, his eyes glowing an unnatural shade of silver. “Well, isn’t this interesting,” the man drawled, his voice smooth and venomous. Soren stepped in front of me, his body a shield. “Who are you?” The man smirked. “Just a messenger. But you can call me Silas.” “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my attempt at bravery. Silas tilted his head, his silver eyes locking onto mine. “You, of course. The queen of a bond that shouldn’t exist. Tell me, Elixir, how does it feel to be the center of a lie?”

Sync. The sight of her, impaled on the carved wood, juices slicking her thighs, drove me wild. She rocked slow, hand reaching back to stroke my cock, hard and leaking. Tension coiled tight; the full moon's light seeped through cracks, silver on her skin. 'Silas... join me.' She pulled the plug free with a gasp, then guided me to her ass, slick and ready.

I cowered on my bed and covered myself with my bedsheets as she pulled out a long whip from nowhere and began to advance slowly towards me "I don't care about you Silene" she said as she stood at the edge of my bed "but I can't deal with you infringing on my love life. I don't know what you did to My Alpha Leoric, mere thinking about it makes me want to kill you but it's going to happen again,you will not take what's mine because you seem better than me or more beautiful than me"

Suddenly, his voice cuts through my mind like a warning, low and thick with promise: “If you do that one more time, we’ll be on the bed.” Was it the moan. I chuckle against his mouth, Kai voice appears on the mindlink, breathy tease in the mindlink. “And I’ll be the first one to be inside of her again.” Before I can even enjoy the moment. Silas snaps back immediately, a fierce growl reverberating through my mind: “I’ll kill you.” I suck a sharp breath through my nose. I fall into Silas chest. I melt against his chest, surprised by how soft it feels despite the strength beneath.”

turning into grey rectangles of censored data. Silas Blackwood stepped in front of Kaelen, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He felt the weight of the man’s gaze—it wasn't the gaze of a wolf sizing up prey, but the gaze of a critic looking for a flaw in the prose. "You’re the 'Reader'," Silas whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that resonated through the "Mate Bond."

And one mate lying soft and perfect in a bed not far from this library who I could NOT touch. This was hell. My thighs pressed together on instinct. Silo immediately noticing, decided to fuck with me. ‘Touch her. Just once. Or rub against something if you have to.’ ‘I swear to the Goddess,’ I hissed, ‘If you don’t stop narrating-‘ ‘CLAIM OUR MATE.’ “I CAN’T!” I whisper yelled at the shadows. A scroll rolled off the table, and I jumped like it was an intruder. It's not an intruder, Benji. It was paper

Chapter 15 – Silas The night air felt thick around me, every breath a reminder of the tension between Hyacinth and me, thick enough to choke on. I could still feel the heat of her skin against mine, the taste of her lingering on my lips like a drug I couldn’t quit. And yet, all I wanted was to distance myself from it, from her. But it was too late for that now.