A Man Of No Consequence (Ardyn x Reader)

The Revelation

Warnings for everything possible under the sun in this chapter...

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From absolute darkness, you wince back awake, with your heart racing, almost as if trying to break out of your chest. After that, sleep has abandoned you, no matter how you roll around.

The thought of Ardyn is constantly haunting in your mind, his words echoing in your ear, making your mind work overtime. After an hour of restlessness, you sit up in your bed, staring out the window. The moon looks extraordinarily big, hanging low in the sky, eerily looming. I have to talk to you.

You wrap a cardigan around your nightie, and quietly sneak into the hallway. The hotel has fallen completely silent. Briskly, you tiptoe your way down the hallway, all the way to the Chancellor's room. Am I really doing this? Yes, I have to do this, you assure yourself, lifting your hand to knock on the door. No answer. Determined, you knock again, slightly louder. Still nothing. Shit. Maybe waking him up isn't such a good idea...

Turning around, you tiptoe the other way down the hallway. Approaching the stairs, you notice Ardyn climbing up to the landing. Does this man never sleep?

Upon seeing you, he stops, resting his hand on the bannister. "Fancy seeing you, sneaking around the hotel at night. Isn't it past your bed-time?"

You chuckle, giving a little shrug.

"I wanted to talk to you. I can't sleep."

"So it seems."

"I still have some questions... and I can't rest because they bother me."

Smiling, he comes next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Come with me, then."

As soon as the room door shuts behind you, he approaches you purposefully, forcing your back against the wall, making you slightly nervous.

"Why do you keep losing sleep my dear? I do everything I can to make your life comfortable, are you so ungrateful?"

"No," you shake your head.

"It's the nightmares, isn't it?" he inquires, leaning his arm against the wall next to you.

"They come every night..." you respond, feeling your breath grow heavier under his gaze.

"And what would you have me do?" he asks slowly, smiling. He's seducing you, dropping the bait, seeing how far you dare to go.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you surrender to your instinct; grabbing the front of his tunic, you pull him forward, your lips instantly crashing with his. Without hesitation, his hands slide down your body, firmly grabbing your bottom and lifting you against the wall, his hungry mouth seeking out your tongue, his body pushing against yours. The way he effortlessly holds you up, making you feel light as a feather, gives you butterflies. You wrap your legs around his waist, running your fingers through his hair. His hand slides inside your underwear, eagerly tugging it down.

I want you, now.

Holding you in his arms, he backs up to the bed, sitting down on the end. You climb over him, tearing down his coat and layers with extreme urgency, as you finally give in to the need that's been growing inside you since that first night.

Removing his tunic, he bares his toned upper body. Scars. You pause to run your fingers along a long mark stretching across his chest. His amber eyes peer at you from under his brow.

"Who did this?" You lean in and place your lips against his chest to kiss the scars. A loud sound of a whip slashes right next to your ear, alarming you. You sit up and meet his eyes, looking at you. "I'm so sorry..."

For a split second, he looks sad, even vulnerable, making you understand this man has carried a lot of misery for a long time, all alone. I'm sorry. You lean in to kiss him, feverishly. You want to help him, to heal him, by any means necessary. You push your body against his.

Reaching down for his pants, you can feel his excitement through the fine fabric, as you fumble to find your way in.

He grabs your hand. "No."

"Please..."

"As much as you tease me, I'm afraid that's out of bounds, darling."

"I want to please you," you respond, wriggling your hand free, taking it back where you want to go.

"Are you sure you want to play this game?" he asks, smirking. I dare you. You move your hand along his lap, gently stroking, making him harder, his noticeable size inciting you.

Keeping his burning gaze on you, he utters your name in a low voice, "What the devil has gotten into you?" he grins, leaning back on the bed, pulling you on top. It only takes a blink of an eye for him to remove your night gown, while you hastily pull down his trousers. With urgency, you scurry to bring your hips close to his, finding the position, as he teases the tip of his erection against you. You bite your lip as he enters, forcing you to gasp when his full size expands inside you. Leaning back to bring him deeper, you lock yourself around him, slowly starting to move in time with him.

You close your eyes; his thrusts send shivers up your spine. Your whole body is on fire, every fibre of you is screaming for more. His hands move up your body, his fingers touching your breasts, making you tingle with pleasure. The room feels infernally warm as you ride him slower, deeper, feeling yourself clench tighter around him. Narrowly opening your eyes in your haze, it appears as if the room is on fire, flames dancing around you, reaching higher in a burning ring around the bed.

You look down at Ardyn, who's gazing at you, indulging in your surrender, flames reflecting in his amber eyes. He pulls you closer, and you let your forehead rest against his chest, hearing his heavy breathing in time with you, tasting the salt on his skin, rocking with him.

"I waited for you for so long..." he whispers, his words making you quiver. Your mutual rhythm grows slower, your mind hazier, as everything else is shut out; there's nothing else outside the dance, the heat, the need. He holds you closer, as he reaches the special spot inside you, his passion filling every inch of you.

"I'm so close..." you can't help but sigh.

"Then do it, my darling," he responds instantly.

You feel yourself reaching the climax, forcing you to sit up as you have him exactly where you want him. You push your hands against his hips, as the full sensation takes over you, cascading like a tsunami, a giant wave making your whole body pulsate. He lets out a moan, as he erupts with pleasure in time with you, and you feel the warm liquid dripping from inside you.

Looking down, your heart skips a beat as you see his face transformed, his eyes bleeding black liquid, his black gaze peering right into your soul. Startled, you stop and stare at him in disbelief. Letting out a laugh, the now alien looking man sits up, grabbing your face between his hands, smirking, peering at you. You reach out to place your hands on top of his, but he holds you firmer, making you anxious.

"My darling little one, do you know what you've done?" he says, kissing your face.

You try to find an answer in his eyes, that slowly abandon the darkness, starting to turn back to the usual colour.

"What have I done...?" you repeat.

"I called you, and you came forth. I knew the first time I saw your face..."
"You called me?" I heard you calling me...

He laughs, still keeping your face in his grasp.

"You've heard his voice, haven't you? You've seen the visions. Why do you think you're left unharmed by daemons? Why did you come to me, my sweet little darling?"

His words crash in your mind, as you try to make sense of it all, dreading the conclusion.

"I came because I wanted to help... my friends, my kingdom," you insist.

"Ah, my dear..." he responds, in a melodramatic, condescending voice, brushing his thumb against your cheek;

"I'm afraid your friends are dead, and your dear king, is your blood enemy."