(A/N: The long awaited Illumi lemons are here. Enjoy, or don't—feel free to skip :) not reading this won't affect the story line, for everything necessary will be summarized in the beginning of the next chapter, just minus the sexy details hehe.)

Part 4
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Chapter 8

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"Ill..."

"Take your clothes off. Everything except for your underwear."

Except for... huh?

You pause, rubbing your shoulder. You watch as he slides his shirt up and over his head, exposing his chest. You watch him, then stare at his abdomen, transfixed. It is like looking at a cake made of moonlight, surreal and deliciously intriguing. He throws the spruce green top aside as his hair settles once again. He shakes it out gently, like a wet dog. You are staring at him, quite obviously, but who wouldn't? He looks like the god of night, the lord of the moon, or something even sexier.

"Is something wrong?" he asks you quietly.

"Oh. No, haha, I'm just..." You pause. Illumi's body is not only throwing you off guard, but, oddly enough, reminding you of what he said earlier. My father will kill you. Risk death or get on the bed. "What's going on? Why is Silva going to kill me? Why are we doing this right now, of all times?"

Illumi watches you for a second, as if he is thinking. His hurried nature fades like fog as he walks up to you, pushing his hips against yours. You are leaning your butt back against the bed, but Illumi lifts you up by your thighs and sets you on top of the mattress. He slowly wraps his arms around the small of your back, despite the previously mentioned rush that the two of you were in. His movements are a bit awkward, but not noticeably so.

"My father wants you out of this house," he explains. "You may have already assumed this. Although I refused to believe it, it is true. He is willing to kill you to get you away from me. He also threatened to kill Killua if I do not take action, and I do believe he is serious. So, I told him you are pregnant. He wants proof, and we so not have that. Yet."

You stare at him, then nod a bit.

"I see," you whisper, looking down at his collar bone. So sharp, yet so comforting to look at.

"(Y/N)?"

You hum quietly. Illumi's face is so close that you can feel his breath on your lips.

"Are you okay with this? I can stop now, if you wish me to. We can find an alternative way to get—"

"No, Ill, trust me. This is okay." You place a hand on his bare chest and give him a smile that you hope is comforting.

He does not return it, simply nods curtly.

Then, suddenly, his rush returns. He kisses you with newfound vigor, slamming his body against yours. You gasp at the force, then wrap your arms around his body, close your eyes, and return his passionate kisses.

He hurriedly slides his hands up your shirt through the bottom hem. Fingertips of ice drag hungrily at your chest, your stomach, your back. He starts to grind against your mid-section with his own, and you moan again. Your moans seem to only fuel your rush, which is pushing through his body and into yours. The sensation pools right at the bottom of your gut. It makes you desire violation. Destruction.

You let your fingers run over his shoulder blades, then grab at his hair, hard. Surely he won't mind. But just as you do, he pulls away and practically tears your shirt off over your head. You let him.

Then he moves to your pants. His hands hook on your waistband and pull. You shimmy, helping him get them off, then let them drop to the floor. You are still wearing your underwear, as he wanted you to. Unsurprisingly, he does not try to take it off.

With both hands, he pushes your spine onto the bed's surface. You scoot into the middle of it, and Illumi climbs on top of you. He hesitates to look over your entire body before kissing it everywhere. Kisses are planted on your throat, your collar bone, your wrists, your stomach, your v-line, your inner thighs. It feels like bliss. Every one of his kisses earns a hard breath from your throat.

Suddenly, he starts to trace two fingers over your panties, right on your clit. Your knees shiver and your thighs clench. Illumi stares up at your face with slightly narrowed eyes, observing. So this is how to give a woman pleasure, he thinks, letting his other hand slide into his pants. He begins to stroke himself at the same pace at which he helps you.

Then, Illumi slides two fingers and his thumb under your panties. The fingers slide up inside of you as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. This earns moans and even heavier breathing. Then, as if this wasn't good enough, he adds a third finger and replaces his thumb with his tongue, all while rubbing his hand over his member.

Does this man even know what he's doing to you? It is excruciatingly amazing. He thrusts his fingers inside of you deep and fast, curving them this way and that to see which way earns the most moans. Your hips buck when he tilts them slightly upwards. Then he continues as such, applying pressure with his tongue and pumping with his fingers.

You bite the inside of your lip, groaning and writhing. One hand reaches down and runs through Illumi's hair, holding his head in place as you rotate your hips.

"Fuck, Illumi, don't stop!"

He continues. You feel it building, the huge knot of tension that will explode into pleasure. With your breaths hitching, your back arches, and the knot explodes. An onslaught of fireworks and magic go off in your mid-section. Joy and pleasure and content course through your veins with the speed of light.

God, you are going to melt.

Your mouth makes a series of sounds throughout the experience; you are floating and sinking at the same time. Solid euphoria for a solid 20 seconds pumps within your organs.

Then you sigh, and Illumi pulls away.

Just as quickly, he is on top of you.

With surprising speed and force, he grabs your shoulder with one hand and your hip with the other. He turns you around so that your chest and the right side of your face smush into the mattress. It is a quick, and shocking, show of dominance.

Illumi leans back so he is on his knees behind you. He nudges his pants down just enough to expose his length. He puts two hands on your hips and, silently, pulls them up to meet his. With your hips in the air and your ass protruding, your knees together, and your face in the covers, Illumi enters you.

You groan, scream, and moan at the same time, because it is fucking huge. You can practically feel it in your brain.

Illumi wastes no time. He hammers into you, his hands guiding your hips. He squeezes them, hard. After a moment, he reaches down and grabs a handful of your hair. He lifts your head up, bending your neck at an awkward, suffocating angle, but giving your mouth the air it needs to amplify your screams.

"Faster... Ah! Ah!"

Then, much to your dismay, he starts to slow down.

"What is my name," he demands.

His name comes out as a moan with slight rises and falls. "Illumi."

"You are missing something."

What? You are missing something? God, you want him to go faster. But he won't until you say his name. What are you missing? His last name? Something before his—

Oh.

"Master... Master Illumi!"

"Louder."

"Master Illumi!" You drag the words out, long and slow, savoring the taste of them in your mouth.

That does it. Illumi thrusts inside of you, faster and harder than before. His tip hits the right spot, driving you insane. You continue to moan and scream, and after a moment, his insertions become sloppy, and you start to drool.

Illumi has started to moan at this point, but they are quiet and short, like little grunts. He lets out an especially loud one, like he's choking. "Oh—"

Just then, he pulls out, and you feel something warm on your back.

He must have finished, but... he pulled out?

Both of you fall into silence. Illumi draws his hands away from your body, reluctantly. He pulls his pants up and sits back on his feet, looking at his lap. Thin strands of hair fall over his face, which is now rosy and sweaty. You sit and turn so that your back is against the headboard and you are facing the gloomy man.

"Did... did you do it?"

Illumi does not say anything.

You start to crawl towards him. "Ill?"

He does not look up at you. "I could not do it. I am sorry."

"Could... couldn't do what? Finish?"

"No, I finished," he says matter-of-factly. "But, on your back."

Though the sentence sounds awkward, you feel the weight of it in your bones.

You will not be pregnant. On one hand, that's amazing, but, on the other, now you'll have to do what Illumi mentioned earlier: find an alternative way to satisfy Silva. Your mind returns to your earlier thought process—the idea that you had to win Silva over.

You decide not to mention it yet, and instead hold Illumi's hand with one of your own and hug him with the other.