for the 1k bingo- cnc with reader, azriel, and eris?
A brilliant choice my love! I had sooo much fun writing this, even with my headache. Az and Eri together are just 😮💨 so dangerously hot. I hope you like it!!
Planned Ambush
Azris x Reader, CNC
Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | 1k Bingo Rules + Masterlist
Warnings: consensual-non-consent, shadow bondage, spitroasting, slut shaming dirty talk (mild), spanking, blindfolds, blowjob, smut (lemme know if I missed something)
Words: 1,358
18+ only pls
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The autumn chill that had taken hold of the hallways felt lovely on your skin, cooling your heated cheeks. You may have had a drink more than you'd planned to, and as such you had to be careful not to bonk into or trip over anything, even if you knew the way to your rooms like the back of your hand.
You'd felt eyes on you all night, tracking your every move. It wasn't new, not in the slightest, but there were considerably more watching you this night in particular, what with the dress you were wearing. It was sleeveless aside from the tiny lace straps keeping the bodice in place, the low sweetheart neckline showing off your chest nicely. The dress was a beautiful dark amber and clung to your hips before flowing out towards the ground.
You'd felt beautiful at the start of the night, but with wine in your system? You felt a goddess.
Perhaps that was why you didn't hear the footsteps behind you, didn't have a warning before you were grabbed by your arms and hauled through the nearest doorway, something cool winding around each of your wrists and ankles.
"What's-"
A hand clamped over your mouth, stopping you before you could get anything else out. "Be quiet and do as we say, princess," a low voice said in your ear, lips brushing against your neck before your vision went black, the same cool sensation accompanying it. "There's a world of hurt waiting for you if you don't."
The whimper you let out made the males chuckle, only making you want to repeat the noise- maybe if you were pathetic enough, they would let you go.
You were led a few paces before having your arms pinned behind your back, now held together by the cold whatever surrounding your wrists, not moving even slightly when you struggled against your binds. The one hand still left on you pushed you forward, and you bumped into something- a table? Your waist bent when the hand pushed your back down, pressing you firmly to the wood.
Two hands slipped into your hair, gripping gently before tugging your head up, the angle awkward on your neck. "If you bite, just know that I bite harder, sweetheart," a voice hissed before one hand travelled down to your mouth, two fingers slipping inside and prying it open.
You'd hardly noticed that your legs had been spread apart, guided by the binds around your ankles. But when the skirts of your dress came up, pooling around your waist? You wiggled against the hands holding you in place, your heartbeat kicking up when another band wrapped over your waist, keeping you held tightly to the table and freeing your captors' hands.
You knew your scent was betraying you now, confirmed by the pleased chuckle the male behind you let out. "I knew she wanted us," he said as two fingers dipped inside of you without warning. "You're absolutely soaked, princess. Are you sure you don't dress like this so a male will come along and rape you?"
"No, I- ah!" You yelped when a hand came down on your ass, opening your mouth again to protest-
Only for the male in front of you to force his cock into your mouth, almost too large for your lips to fit around. Your eyes watered as you choked, both males laughing at the pathetic noises coming from you.
"I said be quiet, love. It's not my fault you can't listen to simple instructions," the one at your back tutted. "I bet you just need to be stuffed full, hm? Is that why you wore this slutty little dress?" The cock in your mouth pulled out, leaving you gasping. "Well?"
Did he really want you to respond...? "I do-" Another slap to the same spot, this one with heat accompanying it, your ass left stinging.
"Just fuck her already," the one in front of you demanded, already lifting your head by your hair again, your mouth opening instinctively. He pressed into your mouth not a moment later, and you had to concentrate so hard on keeping your teeth away from his flesh, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen and too much wine.
The two fingers that had been pumping in and out of you slowly pulled out, replaced in an instant with something much thicker, the male pressing his cock into you fully in one thrust.
You would have let out a moan, but it was muffled by the cock pumping in and out of your mouth slowly. The grip on your hair tightening told you it hadn't gone unnoticed, a quiet hiss leaving his lips.
"Yeah? Is this what you needed? Both of your pretty little holes filled up without you needing to think or ask?" Your cunt clenched around him, back arching against your will as you tried to get him deeper- "She's loving this," he gloated to the other male who merely grunted in response, too preoccupied with slowly fucking your throat. "Maybe I'll put a baby in you, hmm? Maybe that would keep you from walking alone at night, dressed in practically nothing."
Your hips wiggled at the idea, hands gripping them tightly to still you. A baby...
Something cool brushed against your clit, suckling with perfect pressure while head of the male's cock ground into you, so perfectly full that you let out a moan, unmistakable even with the cock buried in your throat.
Both males picked up their paces, fucking you in tandem with little care for your comfort, your wrists going numb from your binds but only adding to the pleasure. You shook as you toppled over the edge, given no reprieve as the pressure on your clit continued, the males chasing their own release now-
The male in front of you pushed in one last time, spilling down your throat, twitching as he pulled out of your mouth, a strand of spit and cum linking your lips to him still.
You could breathe now, but just barely with the way you were being fucked, like you were nothing more than a hole for him to use, his grip bruising on your hips. Again, you came on this stranger's cock, wave after wave of pleasure turning your legs to jelly, and you felt him spill inside of you, warmth flooding your tummy.
A moment later he pulled out, and you faintly heard the rustling sound of fabric and the snick of a door closing, still pinned to the table but now alone. The second your bindings dropped you fell to the ground, your legs collapsing underneath you.
Your breathing was still heavy, cunt clenching around nothing as you felt the male's cum dripping from you, a reminder that what had just occurred was real.
It took a few minutes, but you were able to haul yourself to your feet and fix your dress, though you knew nothing you could do would hide your scent, what had happened. On foal legs, you stumbled to your rooms, cracking the door open and met with the sight of your mates, sitting on your bed.
Both of them were flushed, eyes dark as you wobbled over to them, knees wedging between their legs before you hooked your arms around their chests, pulling them down against the bed with you.
"Was it everything you hoped for, sweetheart?" Azriel asked softly, one scarred hand already carding through your hair, so much more gently than he had earlier.
"Mmhm," you giggled, sighing into the bedspread. "Did you guys have fun?" you asked in a quiet voice, hoping that your fantasy hadn't pushed them to the point of discomfort.
"I can't speak for Azriel, but I loved it, princess. You were so perfect for us," Eris praised you, and you practically purred in delight.
"I'd be more than happy to reenact it whenever you'd like, love," Azriel murmured. "Would you like a bath? My shadows decided to draw the water for you already."
You smiled sleepily at him, happy that even his shadows had been pleased by tonight's events. "That sounds lovely, Azzie."
Trying your luck at one of Elain’s infamous cookie recipes goes horribly wrong when a mistaken ingredient is added and chaos ensues—eliciting strange reactions from you, the shadowsinger and the heir of Autumn.
Pairing: Azriel x f!reader x Eris Vanserra
Word Count: 15.8k
Warnings: smut, p in v (x2), sex pollen, threesome, masturbation (f), fingering, handjob, oral (m&f), double penetration, both males basically worshipping reader, this is downright filthy
A/N: I’ve been itching to write another Azriel & Eris threesome cause clearly they’re my two faves. I had this idea for a while and somehow this plus the threesome ended up happening. I may have blacked out writing (and editing) this honestly. Hope yall enjoy this absolute chaos 😏
Special thank yous to @harvest-bunny & @garricktavisfanclub for dealing with my writing moods, being supportive, helping me brainstorm and kick around ideas. Also thank you @garricktavisfanclub for being my resident mood board help as well 🥰
It all started with a spice cookie.
It was one of Elain’s recipes and you loved them every time she baked them. So much so that you’d practically begged her to teach you how to make them.
She had obliged and this was your first time making them—all on your own.
You mixed all the wet ingredients like the middle Archeron sister had taught you, then turned your attention to mixing the dry ingredients. You did it in a separate dish, just like Elain had instructed you to. It was important that you were to mix all the dry ingredients separately before adding them to the mixture.
Your eyes roved over the array of spices you’d pulled from the pantry. Cinnamon, nutmeg, clove—the trio that would put the spice in these spice cookies.
You grabbed each, measuring just the right amount you’d need for the cookies—remembering how much of each Elain had shown you when she’d demonstrated a week ago.
You had no way of knowing that the jar you’d picked up—that looked extremely similar to the nutmeg you’d intended to add—was decidedly not nutmeg.
Nor did you have any idea that it was a powdered aphrodisiac that Feyre had mindlessly sat on the counter earlier in the day—after accidentally picking up the wrong medicinal powder on a trip to see Madja.
You hummed to fill the silence as you worked, mixing the dough thoroughly and placing scoops of it on the pans before taking them to the oven. It was sort of strange being alone in the grand residence of the House of Wind, but also unexpectedly peaceful.
Cassian and Nesta were in the city for the day and you had no idea about anyone else’s whereabouts—just the knowledge that the mated pair had allowed you to use their kitchen to try your hand at these cookies.
The pair certainly seemed to have more faith in your baking skills than you did in yourself.
They weren’t going to turn out anywhere near as good as Elain’s, but you hoped they’d at least be edible.
You spent the time they baked cleaning up the kitchen—despite the fact that the House could easily do it—but it helped pass the time.
Over an hour later, all trays of cookies were baked and you’d just placed the last one on the counter to cool when you decided to take a taste.
Grabbing one of the coolest ones, you took a tentative taste, almost apprehensive that they might’ve inevitably turned out terrible. You were pleasantly surprised when they were actually completely edible.
They tasted fine. Definitely not up to par with Elain’s—yours tasted like it was missing something, just a tad bland—and you pondered what it could be while you took another, bigger bite.
You were going through the list of ingredients in your mind, trying to remember if you’d added everything, as you took a third bite, the cookie more than half gone now.
Your thoughts wandered to a strange place as you popped the last bit in your mouth and chewed.
Gods when was the last time you’d been thoroughly fucked?
You startled at the unusual thought. Even more so at the overwhelming sensation that suddenly accompanied the random thought. The urgent need to satiate a bone deep desire—a thirst that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Heat bloomed low in your belly and you felt your body prickling. It felt simultaneously hot and tight—your clothes suddenly feeling very stifling.
A deep ache—a throb—began between your legs.
You felt like you were gonna explode if you didn’t get some sort of relief.
“Mm, it almost smells like the Autumn Court kitchens in here.”
A deep voice rumbled from behind you and you had to stifle your gasp, your skin prickling further in reaction to the deep sensuality and arrogance of it.
You had no idea what had gotten into you, but you tried to quell whatever rising urges you were feeling as you turned to look at the Heir of Autumn that’d just strolled in.
Bad idea. Horrible idea, really.
As usual, he was immaculately dressed in his courtly finest, long red hair hanging over his perfectly tailored burnt orange jacket.
Perfectly tailored for it stretched across his strong chest, those shoulders. Absolutely fit perfectly for him.
His hands were in his pockets as he strolled in the room with such casual courtly arrogance it made the random ache that’d appeared, instantly worsen.
Those amber eyes watched you in amusement, his lips—Cauldron those lips—quirked upwards in a smirk.
You suddenly wanted them on yours, on your body, wanted to know if his mouth was good for more than just snarky remarks and well thought out, clever retorts.
“What are you doing here?”
It was a small miracle you could form words despite the images that flared to life in your mind.
Eris pressing you against a wall, mouth hot on your skin, his fingers, cock—hell who cared which at this point—driving you crazy.
Your core seemed to turn even more molten. Your mouth watered. Your body seemed to silently scream for release and quickly.
You shifted on your feet in a poor attempt to release some of the pent up energy, but only succeeded in causing more as you crossed your arms over your chest. You felt the fabric of your shirt rubbing against your peaked nipples as you shifted—the feeling nearly tantalizing.
“I had a meeting with Rhysand.”
The cool timbre of his deep drawl left you momentarily distracted as you blinked at him, processing what he’d just said.
It was a rather new thing for Eris to be in Velaris, but Rhys always chose the House to meet him at when Eris visited.
You hadn’t even realized they were here, though you figured Rhys had already left by now.
You said nothing—you could say nothing. Your arms fell away from your chest—while you tried to resist the urge to fidget. You knew Eris would pick up something like that, instantly.
Your eyes tracked him hungrily as he approached, sidling up behind you as you turned back towards the counter. He was much too close to be safe because of whatever the hell was wrong with you right now.
You’d always known he was handsome but it was like you were seeing him in a brand new light, all of a sudden. As if he was a beacon of shining light in the dark, an answer to your very current problem.
He made a low humming noise—that traveled along your bones—as he peered over your shoulder at the counter, inspecting the cookies. You glanced backwards to the hands that were still in his pockets, the biceps you could make out under his jacket.
Close. He was so close.
His scent rivaled the cookies. Warm woody spice that made you want to moan aloud while ripping your clothes off.
Pull yourself together.
You mentally scolded yourself as you turned, trying with all your might to act normal. You busied yourself, taking up the cookies that had been cooling the longest and arranging them neatly on a plate.
“Did you make these?”
“Yes,” you answered shortly.
You couldn’t say any more than the single word. His proximity had all your senses on high alert—you could feel the heat radiating from him. You weren’t sure if it came from the fire that was in his blood, or not.
He’d just taken another bite when you glanced back at him, eyes locking with his amber gaze.
Another mistake.
Your breath caught in your chest, your pulse fluttering.
“They’re…good,” he mumbled, blinking, as if he’d found himself suddenly disoriented.
His eyes dipped lower—to your lips, then your fluttering pulse and then to your breasts in the shirt you wore. Your mouth parted as you watched him, utterly under his spell.
But Eris…Eris was acting strange.
“Is there something…wrong?” you uttered, breathlessly.
You didn’t even fully see him set the half eaten cookie back on the counter, but as you turned your back to him, you felt him crowding closer behind you.
One hand boldly pushed the hair from your nape, his fingers brushing the skin, causing you to shiver.
His voice lowered even further as he spoke.
“Yes. You smell good. Is that from the cookies or is that just you?”
You weren’t entirely certain if he meant the very obvious change in your scent, how your typical sweet scent deepened into something richer and warmer when you were aroused. You scented the swift change in his own scent—dark spice and autumnal smoke.
You tried to hold yourself together.
“You’re incorrigible,” you muttered, attempting to resume plating the cooled cookies.
Eris had always been one to be arrogant, cocky, borderline insufferable. His snark was a weapon he wielded as easily as Azriel wielded his dagger, Truth-Teller.
But he’d never been this bold—unapologetically so.
He flirted, he teased, he provoked.
But this felt like downright seduction.
You sure weren’t jumping to stop him, though.
Need still bellowed in your veins—your blood felt like it was heating to dangerous temperatures. The amount of filthy things that flooded your mind would’ve been shameful to admit to any other time.
Eris fucking you on this counter.
Eris bending you over this counter.
You didn’t even care if the cookies went scattering to the floor as long as he tore you apart, thrusting his cock so deep in you that you were screaming.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you realized that you’d started feeling strange only after eating a cookie. Eris, too, had started acting similarly after having one.
But your mind was hazy with a lethal amount of desire, your body screaming from such arousal that it was hard to think. All you could focus on was how scratchy your clothes felt on your overheated body, every little scrape making you even more tempted to tear off your clothes and offer yourself to the male behind you.
Your chest heaved as your breath deepened—especially when you felt Eris’s face dip to your neck, running his nose along the side of it.
When he spoke, it was a sensuous purr.
“Tell me, does the baker taste as good as her treats?”
Your lashes fluttered, your back arching towards him when you felt his hand slide along your hip, caressing it ever so slightly.
It might as well have been a brand through your clothes.
You nearly whimpered, feeling his warm breath along your neck. You wanted his mouth on your skin, all over your body, between your legs.
You heard footfalls and tried to pull yourself together, once again focusing on putting those damn cookies on a plate. Trying desperately to settle your ever rising sensitivity to the male behind you.
It did not help matters when you felt his arousal brush your backside.
It took every iota of strength you possessed—your teeth clenching—not to react. Especially not to react like you wished to, despite your core pounding.
You just wanted him to touch you, feel the outline of his lips on your body. Wanted to grip those biceps while he—
“Hello.”
You were jerked from your train of thought at Azriel’s greeting as he entered the room.
The sound of his low voice—smooth and deep—had your thighs clenching.
You slid your eyes sideways to him, trying to form words, to sound normal.
Despite the fact Eris Vanserra was hovering behind you—no longer touching you, but too close to be inconspicuous.
The shadowsinger eyed the two of you warily.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
You took in the state of the shadowsinger and had to actually will your jaw not to slacken.
He was in nothing but gray sweatpants, feet bare and shirtless. Golden brown muscles flexed with each and every one of his movements, his powerful wings tucked in close. His shadows wafted off him like smoke, but your eyes cut to the pants that rested low on his hips—the muscled stomach that narrowed to a vee and disappeared beneath his waistband.
Gods, first you had to deal with Eris’s presence and now Azriel’s? It was likely the worst time for you to be in the presence of the two incredibly attractive males.
Just the thoughts of what lay beneath the clothes of both males had you fighting the moan that crawled up your throat.
You had no idea what was wrong with you. Or frankly Eris, for that matter.
“You’re not,” you blurted then cleared your throat when he blinked at your abrupt declaration.
On the opposite side—away from Az’s line of sight—you felt Eris’s hand slide up the outside of your thigh, his nose brushing your hair.
You didn’t miss Az’s look of suspicion that he threw your way—aimed more so at Eris.
“Didn’t know you were here,” you bit out, trying to block out the feel of the Autumn heir behind you.
It seemed like half of Velaris had been here at the House of Wind without you even realizing it.
You couldn’t ignore the way your gaze kept being pulled back to the Illyrian—to those damn sweatpants he was clad in, the bare chest.
Your eyes traced the whirls of the Illyrian tattoos across his shoulders and down his biceps, like they were weaving an even deeper spell on you.
Your mouth watered at the sight of the golden brown skin on display, the muscled physique of his. What would it feel like under your fingertips? Under your lips?
You had a brief mental flash of dragging your tongue along the dips and grooves of his abdominals.
Which led you to think of even filthier things. Your lips wrapped around a cock. Whether it be a golden brown or a creamy porcelain one, you’d be happy with either.
You were aching now. Your breasts heavy, the throbbing downright painful now.
“I just flew in about ten minutes ago and went to change. Then the scent of these pulled me upstairs.”
You made a noncommittal noise, not trusting yourself with words right now.
“Do you mind if I…” Az trailed off, motioning to the cookies.
“Yeah. Sure. Go ahead.”
It was as if you’d developed a sudden awareness of the Illyrian. You kept your eyes cast away from him as he moved toward the counter. Between him and Eris, you felt like you were being boiled alive from inside out.
While he was turned, you felt yourself being pulled more closely against Eris, his hand splayed over your stomach. His lips hovered over your neck, not making contact despite you arching your neck towards him.
“Don’t try to run from it, sweetheart,” he cooed lowly in your ear.
Despite you desperately wanting to give into the temptation of Eris, you took a step away before things turned downright debauched—especially in front of Az.
You tried to take a deep breath, tried to settle yourself, ease the heat that felt like it was clawing at you. But nothing seemed to help.
The Illyrian had wolfed down an entire cookie before he even turned back to you, another in his hand.
His hazel eyes found yours and you felt that great need howling even more so at the intense gaze of the male. Your eyes took in the sharp jawline as he chewed—watched his throat bob as he swallowed.
“I was…starving,” he said slowly.
Az swallowed hard as he took you in, this time from what seemed like restraint and not as a result of eating.
By now, Eris didn’t even pretend to be decent, his arms wrapping around your middle, kissing a spot just beneath your ear.
You let out the tiniest moan, head tilting back. Your eyes still remained opened, watching Az.
The uneaten cookie paused halfway to his mouth as he stared at you and Eris—more so stared at you.
You saw his breathing quicken, eyes falling to the sight of your nipples pebbled beneath your shirt.
Either you had lost your mind or all common sense to find yourself in such a situation. Your eyes dipped, watching Az’s pants tighten right before your eyes—simply from watching you react to Eris’s teasing. Maybe you’d lost all sense of dignity as well, but it sure didn’t stop the command that came from your lips.
“Come here.”
Like he, too, was in as just as much of a trance at looking at you as you were him, Az dropped the cookie back on the counter and approached you.
You wanted his lips on yours. Wanted yours on his, his body, everywhere. Wanted to sink your nails into those muscles, tug down those sweatpants and see what lay hidden beneath.
“I think it’s only in good faith to share,” Az mumbled, what looked like jealousy simmering in his gaze.
Eris didn’t let up from where he was sucking a bruise on your neck, hands now gripping your breasts through your shirt. Thumbs rubbed over the hardened buds of your nipples and you arched again, another moan falling from your lips.
You were so incredibly sensitive.
Yet you had the overwhelming urge to reach for Azriel too.
“Wait your turn,” the heir rumbled.
“Well my turn is now.”
With strength you could never forget he possessed, Az yanked you towards him. You stumbled into the hard body—hands landing on his chest—and you groaned at the feeling of the strength under your hands.
With absolutely no hesitation, Azriel dipped his head towards yours and kissed you swiftly. You were caught off guard as you gasped into the kiss, fingers curling inwards where they rested against his bare chest. His lips were hot and harsh against yours, need seeming to seep from him into you, doubling your own.
If Eris felt slighted by Az’s retaliation, he didn’t show it. You felt his presence at your back once again, mere seconds later.
Strong hands fell to your ass as Az gripped it, kissing you harder, more frenzied, mouth moving against yours like he could never get enough of you—like he craved more of your taste.
He pulled you against his now apparent arousal and you felt it pressing hot and hard against you.
You couldn’t have helped the filthy moan if you tried, especially as your mouth parted under his, inviting his tongue to explore.
“I don’t think it’s very fair that you kiss him when I was here first,” Eris rumbled.
You were pulled back against Eris—away from Az and his mouth—and turned, faster than you could process.
Then your lips were careening with his own.
Eris groaned against your mouth and your core clenched around nothing in response to the noise.
Hearing a low growl of protest from behind you, you felt a hot mouth on your neck—clearly belonging to Az.
He left fiery open mouth kisses along the exposed skin, hands roaming under your shirt. If you leaned your weight back you knew you’d be flush against his warm, strong chest.
Your hands gripped the material of Eris’s jacket as your mouth opened for him, his tongue sweeping in, immediately tangling with yours.
Your head was spinning, the intensity of this moment—these two males lavishing you with their lethal attention—so heady.
Logic had left your mind—this room—long ago, apparently.
Your fingers were tearing at Eris’s buttons, ripping them through the button holes as if you couldn’t get to his bare skin fast enough. Your mouth fell from his as you left frenzied kisses along his jaw, his neck, his throat before returning to his delicious mouth.
You wanted Eris.
You wanted Azriel.
Clearly, they both wanted you, too.
Just as Eris nipped your bottom lip, your mouth was suddenly and forcefully ripped from his. Eris stumbled back a step from Az’s rough shove of his shoulder.
You caught Az’s hand retreating from the Autumn Court male as he tried to turn your face back to his.
“Someone’s feisty,” you mumbled, but let Az pull you into another kiss.
This was even better than his first one. His hand that cradled your jaw slid back until it was tangled in your hair, tilting your head like he wanted it, drawing out the heated kiss to tease you further.
When you were pulled from a set of lips again—much to your dismay—it wasn’t from Az being shoved, but you being pulled away.
Eris had grabbed the fabric of your shirt, dragging you back from the other male’s lips.
You felt Az tense behind you. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was likely glaring at Eris.
But your eyes remained focused on Eris. His jacket was now completely unbuttoned and gaping open, revealing a just as nicely toned body as Azriel’s, just in a creamy pale hue. Your eyes roved along the broad shoulders, the strength of his arms, over his pectorals all the way down to the hard lines of his stomach.
If you’d wanted to lick every groove of Az’s, then you certainly planned to do the same for Eris.
His chest heaved, breath heavy, hunger and need etched on his face, in the tightness of his body.
“You might consider stepping back before you embarrass yourself by begging,” Eris drawled in a tone of voice that sounded much calmer than his current demeanor.
Az’s hand had fallen from your hair, settling on your hip, though your head was still turned towards Eris.
“For someone so smug, you smell like desperation,” Azriel remarked cooly.
You felt a cool whoosh of air as Azriel extended one of his wings, not only curling it around your body, but blocking Eris as well, in the process.
Eris’s next words were nearly snarled—dominance and possession laced in the few words. It made the warmth in your belly curl tighter.
“Move that bat wing.”
Your eyes bounced to Azriel, not even giving half a thought to if he’d deign him a reply. He did, around a growl of his own.
“Not until you shut up.”
They really were not helping. This skirmish was only winding you tighter, giving you a thrill to watch the two males bicker over you.
You stepped out from under his wing, moving away from either of their touches—much to your displeasure—and their eyes tracked your every movement.
It didn’t stop them from arguing though.
“You think you’re the only one she’s trembling for?” Eris asked wryly.
“I don’t need a smart mouth to prove anything when my actions say it all.”
You exhaled a frustrated breath.
“If you two don’t knock it off, I’m gonna get one of Nesta’s books and take care of myself,” you huffed.
Eyes of hazel and amber both snapped to you, their interest and intrigue seeming to grow exponentially more—if that were even possible.
It should have come as no surprise that it was Eris’s smart remark that came first, accompanied with a smirk.
“Only if we can watch.”
You raised an unamused brow. Cauldron, these two.
You felt a wisp of a shadow curl around one of your ankles at the same time you felt a spark of flame skitter over your skin where Eris’s hand rested on your bare forearm.
Both staking their claim.
“She wants—” Azriel cut in.
“You don’t get to decide what she wants,” Eris gritted out, fingers curling like they were itching to reach for you again.
“Neither do you,” Azriel snapped, jaw clenching.
Irritation lit both of their eyes—but so did desire.
An insane amount from each male.
Watching them argue was doing nothing to help the need bellowing in you.
Truthfully, it was making the ache within you worsen.
Your eyes bounced between both of them, heart racing, chest heaving.
If only they’d both take out that frustration on you…
But you were frustrated, yourself.
“Enough,” you said firmly.
Your hand landed on each of their bare chests, your teeth scraping over your bottom lip as you looked at both of them with such intent in your eyes that neither of them would be able to miss it.
“Both,” you whispered, “I want you both.”
That seemed to shut them up long enough for you to grab their hands and drag them to the nearest empty bedroom.
You looked back only once, hearing the thudded footfalls behind you. Both disregarded the other for their eyes stayed locked on you.
When the door shut behind the three of you, they practically pounced.
Eris grabbed you, winnowing you the short distance to the bed, with you in his arms. Azriel just scowled and you looked over your shoulder with a smirk.
“Come here, shadowsinger,” you crooned to him for the second time that day.
He obeyed.
Things quickly heated from there.
You repositioned yourself in Eris’s lap, him grabbing your hips as he trailed kisses along the hinge of your jaw, biting your earlobe gently. You responded by squirming in his lap, the friction of his hard cock underneath you making you whimper and him, in turn, groan.
You leaned your head up towards Az, who still stood, towering over the two of you on the bed. Your lips pressed against his soft ones, fingers hooking in the waist band of his pants.
This was going much too slow for your taste and your needs.
You rose off of Eris’s lap—not before he dragged his tongue along your neck though, making you shudder.
You shot him a sultry look over your shoulder in response to his deep sensual chuckle.
You rose to your knees—deciding to be efficient—and yanked down the gray sweatpants on Az. You leaned forward, tongue gliding over the very dips and grooves you were imagining under your touch just earlier.
A deep rumbling groan came from above you.
“Gods.”
You chuckled, peering up at him.
“Just wait until I get my mouth on you,” you promised with a smirk.
“That offer better be good for both, sweetheart,” drawled Eris from behind you.
In turn, you faced him, pulling the princeling’s jacket off, hands then instantly going to his pants.
Clothes seemed to disappear like magic, though it was just the art of fast working hands.
Behind you, Az pulled your shirt over your head and you took a millisecond to thank the Mother that you’d dressed in clothes easy enough to peel off. At the same time, Eris had your pants torn off in record timing.
Scarred hands were at your breasts, his mouth hot on your neck as Eris captured your lips with his own. Eris’s hand slid up the back of your thigh, gliding over the curve of your ass before a finger hooked your underwear and pulled it down.
You parted from his lips, moaning when you felt fingers brushing your slick center.
One of Az’s fingers ran down your slit and he hissed.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.”
“I know,” you moaned.
One male was nipping at your neck, the other on the opposite side, along your jaw and you felt your lashes flutter.
While this, alone, was beyond your wildest dreams it was not nearly enough.
The two must’ve been hiding some sort of daemati power because they both moved at the exact same moment.
One set of fingers dragged teasingly through the wetness that pooled between your thighs long ago—the other found rest at your clit, a thumb brushing over it gently.
“Shit,” you gasped, not expecting the double stimulation.
After taunting you for a second—fingertip circling your entrance, Azriel pushed the long digit into you, making your spine curl. Eris, at your front, pressed the pad of his thumb more firmly against your clit.
The combined sensation made you moan appreciatively, glad to finally get a small bit of relief. Though you craved the two of them absolutely wrecking you.
“Mm, like plucking a fine instrument. Stroke her just right and she makes the most beautiful music,” Eris drawled.
You felt Az’s warm breath at your ear as he curled his finger in you. Your hips moved, needing more friction.
“I know how to get you to make sweet noises too, don’t I?”
As if to prove his point, when his finger retreated, he added a second when he thrust back in, causing a broken gasp to escape your throat.
With your hands planted on Eris’s shoulders, you used the leverage to rock against both of their hands—Az’s fingers still pumping into you, Eris’s touch still teasing your clit.
“Fuck, you two,” you whimpered, complimentary, eyes squeezing shut.
Release was rapidly approaching—that’s just how quickly worked up you’d gotten.
You didn’t see the glance exchanged between the males—some sort of male understanding passed in one look—for once again, at the same time, they pulled their touch away just as your pleasure started to crest.
Your eyes flew open, irrational devastation flooding you, causing you to whine and sputter.
“What— why—”
“If we’re going to do this the right way,” Az started, kissing the arched tip of your ear, pinching one of your nipples simultaneously.
“Then we’re going to take our time with you,” Eris finished, thumb brushing the curve of your lower lip.
The fire was still blazing in his eyes, desire thick in the amber gaze. If you looked over your shoulder, you knew you’d see the mirrored need in the shadowsinger’s hazel eyes.
“Make sure we have plenty of fun with you. Both of us,” Azriel said, hand sliding upwards from your breast, thumb hovering at the hollow of your throat.
He moved it in one long, gentle slow stroke, making you shiver.
Azriel spoke again.
“If we’re going to make you scream—”
Then it was Eris piping in, fingers grabbing your chin firmly so he could look you straight in the eye.
“Get you drunk on our cocks—”
“Then we aren’t going to rush this, whatsoever,” Azriel finished.
Goosebumps littered your skin, the pulsing between your legs intensifying. Your breathing deepened in the anticipation of whatever they had planned for you.
Soon, you were all naked—you roughly tugging off the last item on Eris’s body, throwing a glance over your shoulder, fully intending to turn to Az next and rid him of his own underwear.
Instead, you found the Illyrian sitting back on his heels, already ahead of you. His gaze was already on yours as his lips curled up in a devastatingly quiet smile and he winked at you, causing the heat in your belly to burn hotter.
“Someone’s easily distracted.”
You heard the sensual murmur as Eris gripped your chin again, turning your focus back to him, his eyes dipping down to your lips.
“What’s a female to do when in the presence of two devastatingly impressive males?” you breathed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
You wondered if your own eyes were as fogged with desire and need as you’d seen theirs be, especially as your eyes dipped down. First to the fully exposed Eris and then moving out of his grip to look back at Az, who now waited for your attention too.
Hunger swept through you at the sight of their cocks, hard and both leaking at the tip. It took all your willpower not to pounce on them both, just to get a taste.
“You like what you see, sweet girl?” Az taunted.
His quiet teasing was surprisingly more prominent in this setting, but equally as lethal as Eris’s brash cockiness.
You could only nod.
You heard a deep chuckle, felt Eris’s hands wandering aimlessly on your body.
But your eyes were still glued on Az—to the thick prominent cock on display for you. Your mind was nothing but a vortex of thoughts about having him in your hand, your mouth, your body.
A sharp pinch of your nipple made you jump and hiss, you turning your attention back to Eris, eyes dropping past that equally muscled stomach to the other hardened cock that waited for you.
While similar in size, they obviously differed in thickness and length—complexion too. Not that it made you want either any less.
They were both well endowed and they were both eager for you. That thought alone nearly made you salivate—made you want to beg them to just have their way with you.
It didn’t even matter what they did, as long as they made you feel incredible.
“Sweetheart, you do a male good when you look at him like you are me right now.”
Eris’s voice was like silk, his words like honey.
You gave a quick look to the dark haired male back to the red headed one—then once again from pale skinned to golden complected.
Your head spun, your core throbbed. You simultaneously wanted to kiss them both and wanted them both to tear you to pieces.
You also wanted to ravish both of them thoroughly, as well.
And clearly you’d lost all sense of dignity when you blurted, “I don’t care who’s first but if I don’t have a cock in my mouth in the next ten seconds, there’s going to be a problem.”
You were met with equal laughter from them both, but you paid little attention, already reaching for Az’s cock—the one you’d had your attention on last.
You rubbed your thighs together as you shifted, so aroused it was almost painful. The near orgasm from both just now hadn’t helped matters and had only left you even more frustrated.
Amber eyes missed nothing, though.
“It looks like someone is aching.”
You actually bared your teeth, hissing at Eris over your shoulder, like a feral animal, from being wound so tight.
The male made some smart remark that you failed to hear fully due to the buzzing in your ears from your need. Whatever it was, it made Az scoff.
“Does the pretty little thing need to be touched?”
Eris’s smooth and arrogant cadence—his courtier’s voice, you realized—came from behind you as you were in the middle of positioning yourself in front of Az. The shadowsinger just monitored the situation silently, face revealing nothing.
“Yes,” you groaned, becoming increasingly aggravated from having no relief yet.
To the point that you were about ready to reach down and take care of yourself
The sensations from the kitchen earlier hadn’t gotten any better, but had seemed to have gotten worse. You were so sensitive to any sound or touch of theirs, your body practically begging for release after release.
Because no, one wouldn’t be nearly enough.
You could barely think—you weren’t even sure you’d be able to focus on having your lips wrapped around Az, unless you got some sort of relief, instantly.
“Fuck this,” you mumbled, sitting back.
You were now in the middle of the bed between them, so they could both see just exactly what you were about to do.
You reached between your legs, dragging two fingers along your core, unsurprised at how drenched you were. They circled your clit and you moaned in temporary relief, eyes slipping closed momentarily.
You didn’t have to imagine they were Eris’s or Az’s fingers to get you worked up, all you had to do was open your eyes.
And see both males' attention glued to you.
Or more importantly, to your fingers.
You thrust your fingers into your core and their eyes followed every movement.
“Ah,” you gasped, back arching, one hand coming up to clasp your breast.
In the back of your mind you had the half formed thought that normally you would never be this bold, this uncaring. But your body almost seemed foreign to you right now.
Your fingers thrust in again—you moaned one of their names.
“Az.”
The sigh slipped from you as your head tilted back, hair falling along your bare back.
Your fingers retreated and thrust in again—harder this time—and you moaned the other.
“Eris.”
It was breathier, more desperate, the beginnings of release forming already, though too far off yet.
You could hear the sharpened breathing of both males and your eyes opened to find both their chests heaving.
“I think it’s time we take care of her—good care of her. We need to,” Az mumbled, eyes still locked on you.
“Only us,” Eris agreed, sounding just as entranced as Az.
Then you were being tugged, Azriel first pulling your touch from yourself and dragging your body forward.
“If you’re gonna come today, it’s gonna be because of me or him,” the shadowsinger practically growled.
As he spoke, Eris was already moving behind you, laying down. A second later you felt your hips being tugged back as he laid back, just underneath your soaked core.
“I’ll do better than those sweet little fingers,” Eris cooed, “I promise.”
You felt his thumb brush your soaked core, lightly. He brought that wetness up to your clit, rubbing a slow circle as he leaned forward, lips teasing your inner thighs. The whimper that left you made the heir smirk against your skin.
You peered down from where you’d been situated on hands and knees for both of them to enjoy different parts of you at once. You watched him part your folds with long slender fingers to admire you.
“Absolutely perfect,” he breathed at the sight.
You felt Eris’s fingers explore—light touches, brushes of fingertips, slow drags of a finger through the slickness there, eliciting nothing but a stronger whimper from you.
Neither one had hardly touched you and you were already gushing for them. You’d felt your thighs slicken ages ago.
In front of you, Az shifted to his knees, leveling his cock with your mouth.
Perfect. This was perfect.
You could feast on Az while Eris feasted on you.
Then afterwards? You’d do it all again and take Eris in your mouth.
“Sounds like a deal,” you murmured more to yourself than to them.
Azriel threaded his hand in your hair, gently, but firmly, pulling your head towards his awaiting cock. Eris lowered your hips in reaching distance of his mouth.
Then euphoria began.
Your tongue glided from base to tip just as Eris’s own tongue traveled along your slit. You groaned low in your throat at the feeling.
The first taste of Az had all your senses going haywire, the feel of him under your tongue enough to make you nearly moan out loud. His chest expanded from the breath he sucked in, with that first lick, eyes intent on you.
He tasted as good as you could’ve imagined and you let that look in your eyes convey just that as you glanced up at him.
Down below, Eris gave another devastating lick along your slit before wasting no time and parting you with his fingers a second time, tongue immediately thrusting into you. You writhed against his touch, moaning as your tongue circled the head of Az’s cock, letting the salty taste of him fill your senses.
“You’re doing amazing, sweet girl,” Az practically purred.
The praise made you keen, made you want to please him.
Your tongue flattened against the broad head momentarily before you took him into your mouth, glancing up at him through your lashes. Hands and fingers tightened around your thighs as Eris held you closer to his mouth, tongue thrusting and curling.
You moaned loudly against Az, causing him to groan. At the same time you felt Eris’s own moan against your cunt.
Cauldron help you, you could die happily right now, right here between these two males.
You squirmed in Eris’s grip as Azriel’s hand tightened in your hair, clearly through with your teasing.
You lowered your mouth even further, taking more of him in. Your hand curled around the base of him, giving him a gentle squeeze as you found a pace between hand and mouth.
Curses—growing louder, more frequent and increasingly strained—came from above you and you glanced up, seeing his head tipped back, eyes closed in sheer bliss.
You took him all the way down your throat, mouth moving with determination along his length.
Somehow, it seemed to be a sort of twisted competition between you and Eris. As if you were competing to see if he could make you come first or if you could make Az come first.
“Gods, fuck, so good. Always knew you’d be so good,” Az rambled.
You groaned louder, your hips starting to grind against Eris’s face as you tried to focus on both pleasuring Az and the pleasure Eris was wringing from you.
Without meaning to, your mouth fell off of Azriel’s length in quite an unsavory moan as you felt Eris’s hands grip your ass, his mouth relentless as he sucked on your clit. You ground against his face harder, whimpering.
“Eris.”
You heard his resounding, pleased groan in response—felt it against you too.
“As pretty as you sound, I think you have more important work, sweet girl,” you heard the deep rumble of the shadowsinger.
Hand flat against the back of your head, Az pulled your face back towards his cock.
You bit back the urge to tell him yes, sir though something told you Az would find immense satisfaction in that.
Your mouth was slick over his length as you refocused on him with renowned determination—even if it was difficult with Eris’s mouth slowly pushing you to the edge with every precise motion.
Your gaze flickered upward as his hips began to cant, fucking your mouth, inevitably rocking your entire body, causing you to grind further against Eris’s mouth. You felt more than you heard his moan directly against your core and you moaned in response, especially as you felt Az hit the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips.
Above you, the rumbling moan that sounded like it came from deep within his chest, made the conflagration within you burn hotter. So hot it likely could rival Eris’s own fire.
Az’s fingers tightened in your hair further, hazel eyes on you as he watched the way his cock slid in and out of your mouth. You looked up at him, lips still wrapped around him. With his free hand, he stroked a thumb down your cheek—gentle and soft—a drastic comparison to what you were currently doing.
“Will you be a good girl and come for him while your mouth is on me?”
It’d been a little bit since anyone in the room had spoken besides broken curses. Az’s voice was low, rough, heavily tinted with his pleasure.
You moaned—both in reaction to the Illyrian’s words and the heir’s ministrations—and nodded.
You were ravenous for them.
You wanted to please them both and you intended to do just that.
When he spoke again, it was strained as his chest heaved and he panted. From that tell alone you could tell it wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge.
“Eyes on me, then.”
Your own release was gathering and you unabashedly ground against Eris’s mouth, pushing his tongue deeper when it was inside you—giving more friction to the sucks and flicks of your clit when he was there, too.
He hadn’t moved from where he was currently working you, tongue moving in the same consistent flicks, garnering what it would take to send you crashing into your orgasm.
But as Azriel had commanded you, you kept your gaze trained on him, even when he could no longer keep his eyes open—sliding closed at the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were providing him with.
“Fuck, sweet girl, I don’t think I can—”
At the last minute, you added your hand again, your movements more determined.
But before you could send him into his own orgasm, your own hit like a lighting bolt.
Your body simultaneously tensed and loosened as the pleasure wracked your body, Eris working you through every last bit of it.
The first release was magical—like cool water cascading over your too hot skin—just enough to provide temporary relief.
Pleasure tore through your body as you moaned so loudly around Az’s cock that it sent him careening into his own climax. His hand—pressed flat against your head—held it still as his own release barreled through him, his spend hitting your throat.
Even through the haze of your orgasm you made a mental note to make it up to Eris, too, who had yet to find his pleasure.
You wanted your mouth on him next, anyway.
You felt lazy little kitten licks along your clit, just enough to keep your pleasure lingering, but not enough to overstimulate you. Gentle kisses were placed on the inside of your thighs like you’d just given him a gift, despite not having touched him yet.
Az’s chest was heaving with his breath, from the force of his release as he gently pulled your mouth from his cock. This time, he leaned down to meet your face as his lips met yours briefly, groaning at the taste of himself on your lips.
With a teasing swipe of his tongue over your lips, gathering the last taste of his release on you, he pulled back, eyes slightly dazed and unfocused.
Similarly to you, release seemed like it hadn’t given much relief but only further stoked the fire.
His voice was gravelly as he spoke to you, chin still cupped in his fingers.
“Gods, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Soon,” you promised, sultrily.
You felt a pinch to your backside and a smoky voice went, “I’d like to echo that sentiment.”
You peered back at the Autumn male as he sat up once again and you gave a wild, wicked grin.
“Oh you’ll get your turn too, Princeling.”
“Speaking of turns, I do believe it’s my turn to discover what such a good girl tastes like,” Az murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip, teasingly.
And just like that, you were molten again, already anticipating the shadowsinger’s mouth between your legs.
“Good because I rather look forward to shutting Eris up,” you quipped.
A surprised bark of laughter sounded from behind you and you tossed a saucy look his way.
“Come here, Eris,” you cooed, crooking a finger.
He didn’t hesitate one single second.
He was instantly in front of you and your fingers tangled in the lengths of his hair as you jerked his head down to yours, connecting your lips with his.
Not that it was unusual for the male, but Azriel moved as quickly and as silently as his shadows that still curled off him like smoke. You jerked feeling a cool sensation along the backs of your thighs and you wrenched yourself from Eris’s mouth.
You barely managed to catch a glimpse of a tendril of shadow returning to its master, curling back behind his wings like it’d done its sole job and was happy to leave the three of you to it.
“That’s one way to get your attention,” Az smirked at you.
He laid back casually then reached for your hips, adamant to let you sit on his face as opposed to Eris who’d only been laying beneath you earlier.
Your eyes turned to the pale face gazing down at you, ready and waiting for you. He deserved proper compensation for what he’d just wrung from you earlier.
Not that you felt obligated to—or pressured to in an attempt to even the score—but because you wanted to. You’d already made one of the males in your presence fall apart today, you were going for the completed set.
“Ready when you are, sweetheart,” Eris purred, the slight smug tilt to his lips making your breath catch.
Az beat you to the punch though, tongue immediately slipping between your drenched folds with absolutely no warning.
“Cauldron,” you gasped, startling once again.
All you heard was a soft, deep chuckle from underneath you. The vibration of it against your core left you with a tingling sensation.
“Well?”
You turned back around as Eris bumped the tip of his cock against your lips.
“It’s not gonna suck itself.”
Your eyes flared with defiance but Eris’s smirk only widened.
By the casual teasing in his voice, the look on his face, he didn’t mean it to anger or insult you—to demean you—but this was how he liked to play.
So play with him, you would.
You licked your bottom lip, purposely slowly, sinking your teeth into it. His eyes tracked every movement.
“One would think you’d like to preserve what little dignity you have left, Eris. I never took you for one to be so desperately eager.”
The way his eyes flared with heat, you were positive he’d have instantly hardened—if he hadn’t already been, currently.
“Sweetheart, you’re the only one who’s ever elicited a reaction like this from me. Take it in stride.”
You took something in alright as you leaned down, licking one long, slow stripe along his length. His low rumbling groan was enough to wipe the smirk off his face and put one on yours.
Meanwhile, though, Azriel was busy luxuriating in your taste—clearly enjoying every second he had between your legs.
While Eris had been nothing but confident, fluid strokes—straight to the point and eager to get results—Azriel was more teasing, more playful, willing to draw out the desired results. Currently, he was content to tease you with a combination of sharp nips to your inner thighs and teasing licks to your clit.
You felt the vibration of his hum against your cunt as his tongue lapped at the wetness there and you paused your current work, momentarily distracted, moaning, aching for him to do something more. Your hips wiggled, needing more.
You swore you felt a smile curl against your wet heat.
When he plunged his tongue into you repeatedly, you cried out, hands gripping the bedsheets, completely forgetting what you were supposed to be doing.
Eris sure hadn’t, though he gaped down at you, you noticed when you deigned a glance up at them.
“Fuck, make her do that again,” he breathed, “I want to make you do that again.”
You whimpered as Az licked into you, letting Eris see all the pleasure on your face. He in turn let you see the flames—actual flames—flare to life in his eyes.
He seemed to snap out of his stupor when he’d realized you’d yet to resume your earlier task.
“Come on, beautiful, show me what that mouth can do,” Eris smirked, fingers stroking down your jawline, “After all, I’ve shown you what mine can do.”
You grumbled, even as Az continued to tease you, fingers digging into your thighs as his grip tightened on you.
“You sure don’t know how to shut up, do you?”
“Then shut me up,” he challenged.
Leaping on his challenge, you did just that, forgoing any further teasing, sliding your mouth over his cock.
The moment Eris was in your mouth, your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.
Az had been like heaven in your mouth—all warm, solid steel, his release down your throat like a prize you’d like to win every single time.
Eris, while similar, had you nearly feral. You’d thought it’d been bad enough with Azriel—perhaps because you’d now gotten a taste of what release with the pair was like—but the instant the weight of Eris’s cock hit your tongue, you were already moaning uncontrollably.
You didn’t bother with teasing Eris like you had the Illyrian. The moment his challenge left his lips, your own were already wrapping around the male.
“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s it,” Eris ground out, clearly appreciative of your desire to get to the point.
His jaw clenched and his throat bobbed as he watched you, swallowing hard.
“I knew my cock was perfect for those pretty lips,” he groaned.
Your lashes fluttered as you took more of him in your mouth, his filthy words igniting your desire to please him.
If Azriel was more of a quiet sort of lethal—tender and praising—then Eris was his direct opposite, more filthy and commanding. A bolder and louder sort of presence.
The combo of them both was absolutely intoxicating.
As your mouth moved over Eris, you curled a hand around the rest you couldn’t fit, working in unison to your mouth. You retreated before swallowing him back down greedily, hand squeezing in time with your movements.
He panted your name and you felt the pride swell, enjoying hearing how undone first Azriel had been, now Eris. It emboldened you, making you want to give him more, until he was exploding.
Withdrawing again, your tongue swirled around the tip, pressing against the head.
By now, Eris was notably quiet—well, despite his moans and groans of praise.
Your hips shifted as Azriel’s tongue pressed against your clit, but didn’t move and you undulated your hips, impatiently, in an attempt to get some friction.
The shadowsinger obliged you and you felt his eagerness as his tongue licked you so thoroughly as if memorizing you with his mouth alone. A ragged moan fell from your lips, vibrating along Eris’s cock, making him curse aloud.
Both of Eris’s hands came up to grip your head as he thrust into your mouth, unable to hold himself back any longer. You grunted your approval, wanting him just as unleashed as Azriel had been earlier.
Your body moved on its own accord, in reaction to Eris’s enthusiasm and Azriel’s determination as he flicked your clit with his tongue, becoming more intent to bring you to your second orgasm.
Eris arced into your mouth again, the loud groan falling from his lips as he bumped the back of your throat.
He was rougher than Azriel, hips relentless as he thrust into your mouth, both of those hands gripping your hair as he continued fucking your mouth. You moaned loudly around him, in utter bliss at his eagerness.
You didn’t pretend to have any dignity left. You worked for his release like it was yours—that was half the reason for how hot you were currently running, after all.
With one last attempt to drive him wild, you pulled your mouth off of him, performing the action you’d dreamed of doing, back in the kitchen. Your tongue glided over his muscled stomach, dragging upwards. Your absolutely filthy moan against his skin made him only tighten his fingers in your hair—both fists clenching tightly.
You felt the jump of his chiseled abdomen as you gave another slow lick before returning your focus to his cock.
“You taste good,” you murmured coyly.
The groan that left him made your pride swell, made the unusual praise fall from your lips.
“Such a good boy,” you grinned.
Eris’s heated gaze was on you, looking very much like he was tempted to throw you off of him and fuck you senseless. You groaned at the thought.
Your tongue swirled around the tip, having returned to your goal of sending him into his own bliss. You slid him between your lips again, sucking with just enough pressure to increase his volume—increase his pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, sweetheart—”
He was rambling above you, unraveling and you knew he was close.
Eris inevitably erupted first—before you did, yourself—a growl falling from his lips as he spilled down your throat. You took everything he had to give you.
Eris’s fingers combed through your hair, pushing it out of your face as he pulled out of your mouth, panting wildly. Your jaw instantly slackened with pleasure as you felt Az pick up his movements.
Until now, Azriel had seemed to bide his time, teasing little licks having met your clit repeatedly—just enough to keep you on the edge without sending you into your orgasm.
It was as if he’d been waiting for the perfect moment—when your attention wasn’t pulled in two different directions—for his tongue and mouth now set out with newfound determination.
He licked and sucked, never letting up on the pressure until he hit you with his deadliest move.
At the last moment, he pushed two fingers into you, barely having time to curl them before you were falling apart.
“Az!” you cried out before you could stop the abrupt noise from escaping your throat.
Your body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure hit you. He didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last bit of your orgasm from you, leaving you panting.
“Mother above, where was this version of you when I was between your legs?” Eris huffed, still breathing heavily from his own release just a moment ago.
Your eyes lifted to the heir of Autumn, probably looking as dazed as you’d felt, trying to piece yourself back together.
“Fuck, look at you. And neither of us have even been inside you yet,” Eris drawled.
His fingers tangled in your hair as he angled your head for him to kiss you briefly.
You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think. This release had been even more powerful than the first and yet you still couldn’t stop.
You felt arms wrap around you from behind, a face nuzzling into your neck as Eris nipped your bottom lip before pulling away again.
“So, who’s first?” Az murmured, breath warm against your ear, causing you to shiver.
First to fuck you.
First to be inside you.
“Both,” you blurted.
You blamed it half on the fact your mind was still left in shattered pieces from two mind blowing orgasms, but it didn’t stop the whine from coming from you.
“Gods, I want you both. At the same time.”
Arousal was clouding all sense—you weren’t even certain how it would work, but you saw a spark of mischief dance in Eris’s amber gaze as he pulled back from where he’d been tracing a path of kisses along your jaw to your neck.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll—we’ll take care of you.”
A knuckle brushed down your cheek and you stared at him, ready to give in to any and everything they could give you.
“Come here,” Az whispered, falling back against the pillows, pulling you with him.
You repositioned, straddling him, unable to help the way you ground against his hard length beneath you. He clenched his teeth, growling as you whimpered at having him so close to where you wanted him.
You heard more than felt Eris approach behind you, his touch back on your body a second later.
Azriel peered over your shoulder, his brow raised at Eris.
“Think we can get her cock drunk?”
That knocked you out of your previous stupor in an instant. Your jaw dropped and your head whipped around to Eris, then your gaze returned to Az, underneath you.
“Which one of us can get her more cock drunk is the real question,” Eris smirked, hands smoothing over the curve of your ass.
Peering over your shoulder, you saw him slide two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. You had the brief thought that that’d be exactly what it’d look like to watch him suck your arousal from his digits.
Maybe another time.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, bending enough to kiss the center of your back.
Eris smoothed his other hand over your behind before one finger prodded at your back entrance and you hissed at the intrusion when he pushed it in slowly.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” Eris said sternly, from behind you.
The pressure was different than anything you’d experienced and your mouth dried out as your mind jumped ahead—imagining what it was going to feel like to have both males buried in you at once.
Your jaw slackened as Eris prepped you accordingly, until he was satisfied you were ready for him.
Before anything else though, Eris positioned you further forward—to the point you were hovering on braced arms over Az.
You moaned when you felt the concurrent sensation of Eris’s tongue gliding over a spot along your spine as his hips pressed forward, rubbing his cock along the wetness that was absolutely dripping from you by now.
You were no better than a bitch in heat right now, apparently. All because of the two males in your presence.
“Gods,” you groaned at the teasing maneuver.
He seemed to echo your sentiment as he trailed hot open mouth kisses up your neck.
Az’s lips were busy attached to your jaw and you weren’t completely sure if he heard Eris’s murmur that seemed to be just for you anyways.
“Just wait until I’m in that tight little cunt,” came Eris’s whispered promise, hot at your ear, “You won’t even remember your name.”
Cauldron, you didn’t think you could tremble from pure need any more than you currently were.
Somehow, as if the two males knew how to coordinate without uttering a single word, Az positioned you back again, enough for you to scoot back, reaching behind you, wrapping a hand around his cock. You smiled a secret, smug smile at the Illyrian’s sharp intake of breath at your touch on him.
You guided him to your entrance, coating him in your arousal. His low moan made the need thrum even more powerfully in your veins.
The moment his thick head pushed past the tight barrier of your entrance, you were already moaning. Azriel held you by the waist, a low groan rumbling from deep within his chest as you lowered yourself further onto his cock.
Once he was fully seated, Eris pushed you the slightest bit forward, his turn now.
Your hair fell around you and Azriel like a curtain when you took advantage of the new position, pressing your lips to his. Your head tilted as his lips slanted over yours, tongue sweeping in as he deepened it.
Your mouth fell from his though the moment you felt Eris at your other entrance, his cock—already slick from your arousal—gently prodding. Thumbs circled your skin tenderly where he held your hips.
You winced at the completely unfamiliar sensation, the sting and discomfort much greater than earlier.
“Hey.”
You turned your attention fully back to the shadowsinger, noting how he’d not missed your grimace.
“Focus on me.”
It wasn’t a demand out of selfishness, but to distract you from the temporary discomfort.
He sat up enough to drop a kiss to your collarbone, hands on your side as he murmured to you, hips shifting just slightly, making you whimper at the feel of his cock nestled so deeply in you.
“You feel incredible wrapped around me,” Azriel uttered.
At your back, you felt gentle kisses placed along your spine as Eris eased in slowly, stretching your other entrance.
In a rare moment of praise, he cooed to you.
“Such a good girl, stretching around my cock.”
You nearly groaned aloud at the filthy praise from the Autumn heir.
The sensation of both of them so gentle and attentive at once nearly overwhelmed the stinging stretch Eris was causing.
“Sweet girl is doing amazing for us,” Az praised, too, hand stroking down your side.
You whimpered at both of them—their actions, their touches, their words.
They might likely kill you before they even really did anything.”
It only took a few more slow, easy movements from Eris then both of them were seated fully in you, Eris groaning deeply at the feeling.
Overwhelming.
That was the only way you knew how to describe the feeling of having both Eris and Azriel inside you. Other than just the sense of feeling full.
It wasn’t unpleasant, but it took a moment to adjust to—likely considering the way your jaw fell open in a gasp at the intensity of the sensation.
You shifted experimentally, hips rolling forward.
Azriel automatically groaned at the slide of you along his cock.
You planted your hands on his broad chest, balancing yourself as you did it again, Eris following your lead. He moved slowly, getting you used to the foreign feeling. He pulled out gently, slowly before pushing back in, hips rocking with shallow thrusts.
It took you a moment to find a rhythm—how to make this work—as you moved on Az, grinding against his thick length.
Soon enough, a rhythm formed. Every time Eris thrust forward, it sent you forward and you soon matched the pace, your hips, to the easy motion. At the same time, Az aided in lifting his own hips to meet your movements.
It resulted in you feeling them hit deep within you simultaneously.
In other words, it was such an intoxicating feeling that you were already moaning and whimpering.
You were held between the two of them, their motions in such contrast to one another. As you moved harder on Az—his hips continuing to move to meet yours with every motion—Eris was slower, more intent.
You could only imagine the restraint he was practicing, his slower and measured retreats and thrusts feeling just as incredible as the opposing sensations Az was providing you with.
Eris was pressed against you as he leaned down to suck on the spot where your neck met your shoulder, his hair falling forward and brushing your back. Lips stayed busy, his teeth biting and scraping in the most delicious of ways.
Both sets of hands gripped your body at different places, lips hot on your skin. Your hands slid up to grip Az’s shoulders as you leaned further forward, providing a new angle for each of them.
You moaned loudly, unable to hold it back anymore.
You felt a hand slide up your back, then halt at the back of your neck, pushing your hair to the side. Eris’s fingertips caressed the skin there gently, such in contrast to the motions below.
You felt the warm press of his lips against your neck as he moved in you, his low groan vibrating against the smooth skin of your nape.
Your lashes fluttered. You were unable to focus on one more than the other, the feeling of being pressed against both, filled by both making everything in you burn hotter.
Your pleasure was rising—release on the horizon as you kept moving, grinding down against Az’s pubic bone, the stimulation against your clit adding to the mind numbing pleasure.
Each rock backwards had you meeting Eris’s strokes causing your volume to rise, mixing with the approving and blissed out sounds coming from both Illyrian and heir of Autumn.
The entire room likely sounded absolutely debauched—you probably the most so. Grips tightened on your body the closer to falling over both became.
Fingertips dug into your hips where Eris’s hands still held you. Az gripped your sides like it was impossible for him to let go.
“You feel so good—I knew you would, sweet girl,” Az groaned out, hips lifting again to meet yours.
You leaned down, nipping at his bottom lip, tongue tracing over the slight hurt. One of his hands came up, gripping the back of your head as his mouth crashed into yours fully, the kiss heated and claiming.
He wasn’t able to stay focused for long before his lips fell away, a long, low moan escaping him.
“Fuck, fuck,” Az swore around a pleasure laced grunt.
You hadn’t ever heard him this undone even when your mouth was on him earlier.
It was as if when lost to the throes of passion he lost all control—or desire—to stay as quiet as he typically presented himself.
He was nothing but moans, groans, pants and praises now.
“Gods, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, almost like the pleasure was so intense it bordered on painful.
You were, though, his noises making your inner muscles clamp down on him repeatedly—like your body wanted to keep his cock in you forever and not let go.
You were panting, barely able to form words.
“Keep those pretty sounds coming,” you managed to get out.
“Think you’re gonna be soon, too,” Eris groaned from behind you.
You moaned, eyes closing at the exquisite movements from both males—both sending you that much closer to release the more all three bodies moved together.
You gasped both of their names, so overwhelmed you couldn’t even get their full names out between moans and jumbled words.
“What’s that?” you heard the taunt from behind you, a light slap to the ass making you jolt forward with a moan.
“Try again,” Az ground out, moving your body on him faster.
His jaw clenched, chest heaving—you could tell he was close.
“Az, gods,” you groaned, head tipping back, even as your fingers dug into his muscled shoulders.
“And who?” you heard the possessive growl, felt the sharp bite of fingertips digging into your hips even more tightly.
“Eris,” you whined, barely managing to look over your shoulder at him.
Whatever he saw on your face—probably nothing but pure animalistic hunger—made him growl again, snapping his hips forward.
You were so close, Mother above you were going to shatter into teeny tiny pieces on both of them at this rate.
“Come on, sweet girl.”
One of Az’s hands on your waist lifted to your breast, fingers pinching your nipple, rubbing the pad of his thumb over it. You ground against his pelvis harder, the friction against your clit building that release much faster—the fuel for it burning even hotter in your gut.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chanted, moaning, the sounds mixing with your commands.
You weren’t even sure which one you were directing it to.
You heard a guttural moan from behind you. Eris was unraveling just as fast as the shadowsinger was, below you.
“Holy gods— sweetheart—”
You barely had a second to register Eris’s broken words—or what he was doing—before you felt his cock leave you completely.
All that filled your ears was his bliss filled groan and you felt warmth hit your back.
Your body clearly registered what had just happened before your mind could connect the dots—for at the first splash of his release on your skin, you came with a cry so loud it likely reverberated against the walls.
It was like a chain reaction.
Your own release triggered Azriel’s, your cunt clamping down on him as you came so hard your vision whited out.
His ecstasy sounded in your ears as he filled you, your body not letting up until you’d milked every last drop from him.
When you finally stilled, it took a few minutes for you to come back to your body. A part of you still felt like it floated near the ceiling, your mind hazy and blissed out.
Your legs trembled, but you hardly noticed the exertion or the slight burn to them as you tried to catch your breath.
You truly didn’t know where to look first. But you felt a strong arm wrap around you from behind, hand pressed against your stomach as Eris pulled you against his solid body.
It seemed he didn’t mind painting himself with his own essence as much as he just had you.
You expected them to say something, anything but both males were unusually quiet. As if they, too, were trying to piece themselves back together.
You felt a gentle squeeze on your thigh as one of Az’s hands slid up it.
“Oh she is definitely cock drunk,” Azriel smirked proudly, “I don’t think she can handle more.”
You were panting, thinking you would be satisfied, sated even. But your body was buzzing—craving more—like it had heard Az’s statement and wanted to prove it wrong.
You’d yet to have Eris where you wanted him the most.
“Oh she hasn’t even seen cock drunk yet,” Eris drawled, cockily.
If you had the brainpower for it, you might have tried to tease, to be seductive or sensual, but you were past that and wholly entrenched in nothing but brutal honesty and base need.
“I still need more.”
Your voice was breathy, hoarse from your screams.
You were already moving off of Azriel, pulling yourself off his cock, whimpering at the stream of his release sliding down your thighs. His eyes instantly zeroed in on it, lips curving upwards in just the smallest of satisfied grins.
“While Eris fucks me, I wanna have fun with you,” you uttered, hands briefly pressing against Azriel’s lower stomach before you leaned down for a short and sweet kiss.
Maybe you still had a tiny amount of sensuality still in you, despite your current wrecked and needy state.
You heard their responding groans—sheets whispering and rustling like they couldn’t move fast enough to make this next arrangement happen.
Before you knew it, Eris had replaced Azriel, the smug bastard laying back with his hands behind his head, awaiting you. His eyes roved over your naked form—hungrily—making you swallow hard in anticipation.
He moved a hand out from behind his head, reaching for you as you straddled his waist.
“This time, I want to see you. You wouldn’t deny me seeing that pretty little face when you come on my cock, would you?”
You could’ve moaned at his words.
In fact, you did.
“No,” you replied, the tiniest of moans slipping out with it.
His hands slid up the tops of your thighs, eyes taking you in. It was with that cool, slick courtier’s voice that he spoke.
“I’m impressed. You've taken everything we’ve given you and still want more. Insatiable little thing, isn’t she?”
You heard a rumbled agreement as Az’s hands wrapped around you from behind, mouth dropping to nip your jawline. His thumb brushed just under the curve of one breast.
Between Eris’s searing gaze on you and Az’s gentle touch, you felt lightheaded all over again.
A part of you was slightly concerned that you may never get enough of them.
“I could die like this,” you sighed out around a breathy moan as your head dropped back against Azriel’s shoulder.
All you heard was their simultaneous deep and sensual chuckles making your currently empty cunt clench around nothing.
Azriel took the opportunity, head bending to press his lips to your throat. You mewled at his actions, grinding against Eris’s cock underneath you, feeling him harden again instantly.
Cauldron bless the fae.
He groaned at the drag of your cunt against him.
“Such a greedy kitten, wanting more,” Eris rumbled, thumb just barely skimming over your clit.
You hissed, hips twitching towards his touch making his lips curve up in satisfaction.
“You two seem to have a knack for making all a female’s dreams come true,” you retorted.
You felt the smirk against your skin before you felt the drag of Az’s tongue along your neck. His arms tightened around you in a gentle squeeze.
“You make one eager to please, sweet girl.”
Gods, these two.
As you reached down to guide Eris to your entrance, your eyes locked on his. You watched the deep inhale that expanded his chest as your fingers wrapped around him, the way his tongue came out to moisten his lips. Your eyes dipped to his lips, then his sharp jawline.
You were filled with so many wishes, wants and desires. Licking and biting that jawline was one of them, currently.
Coming again—or another dozen times, if you were honest—for them, was another thing high on that list.
You brought him to your aching core, dragging the tip through the wetness there. Despite the fact you were slick with not only your arousal but the combination of yours and Az’s releases, neither of you seemed to mind.
In fact none of the three of you seemed to care about much—had thrown caution to the wind long ago, back in the kitchen.
You lifted up on your knees before giving into the impatience and impaling yourself on Eris in one swift and brutal movement.
“Cauldron,” he gasped at your sudden movement, hands instantly reaching out to grip your hips.
You couldn’t help it. You had been practically salivating in anticipation, wanting him inside you. Just like Az had, Eris stretched you perfectly, his thickness almost too much, almost painful, but you welcomed it.
Especially when you knew he would ruin you just as easily as Azriel had.
“Eager for a cock no matter whose it is, aren’t you?” Azriel hummed lowly in your ear.
“No,” you whimpered, still leaning back against him, “Just you two. Only you two.”
You heard a satisfied sound come from Eris and you bent down, kissing him—it having been a bit since your lips had been on the princeling’s.
He groaned, opening immediately, claiming you as your hips circled.
It was you that broke away from his addictive mouth as you started moving on him.
“I much prefer you like this,” you sighed, eyes dropping closed as you rose and fell on his cock.
Eris grunted, eyes alight as he peered up at you.
“Noted.”
Az had waited until you were situated, ready to follow your lead. Your hands reached back for him, needing his attention too—wanting your hands all over him as well.
You attempted to pull him up until he was at your side, more easy to reach. You waited as Az scooted closer before turning your head toward him with a mischievous smile.
You lifted your face up toward his, offering up your lips to him and his head swooped down, connecting your lips.
As you kissed him, your hand curled around his cock, giving it a slight squeeze. The groan he released was muffled against your lips and you hummed appreciatively—at the solid weight of him in your hand and his reaction.
You weren’t about to leave him out of the fun.
As your body moved on Eris, your attention—for the moment—stayed on Azriel, giving him a slow stroke as your tongue twined with his. You felt his fingers tangle in your hair as he kissed you, tilting your head just right. You moaned into the kiss, from his firm grasp and from Eris—who’d just sat up, shifting his cock deeper within you.
His hips shifted upwards as you rode him and you broke away with a loud moan.
Azriel wasn’t deterred nor did he take offense from your switch in attention—after all, your hand was still wrapped around his cock. His lips relocated to your neck, determined to suck a bruise there.
Eris’s hands slid down from your hips, gripping your ass and pulling you down harder against him.
This time was rougher—quicker—more so than you could’ve managed earlier with both males inside you.
“You gonna fuck yourself silly on my cock?” Eris grunted, looking up at you taking all the pleasure you wanted from him.
“Yes,” you whined, back arching as Azriel’s lips hit a sensitive spot right behind your ear that had you melting.
Your thumb brushed over the head of Azriel’s cock and he exhaled sharply, hips tilting towards your hand. This might not be as fun as sex or having him in your mouth, but having him in your hand was still a glorious experience in itself.
Clearly, he had no complaints either.
His lips faltered as you twisted your wrist just so, increasing his pleasure, delighted to hear the groan come from him.
You got drunk on hearing the sounds of their pleasure.
Your eyes shot downwards to see a head of red hair bent towards your chest as Eris’s tongue licked over your nipple.
You gasped, your free hand clutching his bicep as you moved faster in his lap. Unintentionally, you squeezed Az more firmly in your other hand, causing his head to dip back as he thrust into your hand.
“I think it’s rather tragic that these have not gotten enough attention,” Eris murmured against your skin, tongue flicking the pebbled bud.
You tightened around him instantly, the added stimulation making for the perfect maelstrom of pleasure.
With Az’s lips exploring, his cock in your hand—all while Eris was buried inside you, his own mouth lavishing your breasts—it was a small miracle you weren’t completely sobbing from pleasure.
You were nearly delirious though, your moans increasing in frequency. You grinded along his length hard and fast, pumping Azriel with the same vigor.
He, too, couldn’t keep quiet.
“Don’t stop,” Az pleaded, lowly, grunting as his hips continuously thrust into your hand now.
“Never,” you breathed.
Your back arched, head tilted back, thrusting your chest further against Eris’s mouth.
You were unraveling so fast—nearly overwrought with the rising tide of ecstasy within you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted as your bodies rocked together.
“Gods, listen to you,” Eris groaned, pulling back from your chest, head dropping backwards.
He moved your body faster. You in turn pumped Az quicker, trying to bring him to his release as quickly as yours seemed to be approaching. Your eyes met his hazel ones, seeing him watching you as you continued to fall apart on Eris’s cock—clearly getting closer to release the more he watched you moan and writhe, losing yourself to the euphoria you were experiencing.
“Like that— Don’t stop I’m— Gods, fuck—”
Azriel thrust towards your hand once more before he came with a dragged out groan, his release spilling all over your hand and wrist. You worked him through it, some of it dripping back down onto his cock and you spread it along his length.
You were absolutely breathless watching him, so much that your hips had slowed to watch the Illyrian—his wings twitching and spreading as he spurted in your hand, chest heaving.
His head bent forward, strands of dark hair falling over his forehead and into his eyes as he panted, trying to recover.
He removed your hand gently, not in an insulting way, but just to let you know he couldn’t take any more. He was still breathless when his hands snaked around your frame.
Now that Azriel had found his pleasure, he wanted to help you find yours.
You fucked yourself on Eris’s cock with more ferocity, rising and falling so harshly it was leaving even him at a loss for words. All he could do was grunt and groan, broken sentences falling from his lips.
“Sweetheart— Damn it— Feels so—”
Eris’s voice failed him as all he could do was continue to moan with every brutal movement of your hips.
You couldn’t remember ever hearing the male at such a loss for words.
It was then that you felt Az’s touch between your legs, fingers flicking your clit as you chased your pleasure, eyes rolling back every time Eris hit the point deep within you that had you seeing stars. You were in the perfect position for Azriel to effortlessly slide his hand down—sneakily too.
It was just what you’d needed, the upright position not giving you much room to grind against Eris for the added stimulation. So, the shadowsinger had taken the task upon himself.
He wouldn’t hear you complaining. In fact, you downright keened.
Azriel’s other hand rose to clasp your breast, kneading it.
If you’d been loud at any point earlier today, then this was setting a new record. Part of you half wondered what it would really be like if they unleashed themselves—threw you onto the bed, bent over some surface and just fucked you until you knew nothing but their names.
Maybe that would be an experiment for another day.
Eris uttered your name and your eyes snapped to the amber ones watching you.
You had fully fallen into sensory overload, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.
But one look at his face told you he was in a similar position and his eyes took you in hungrily as he watched you beginning to give into the tidal wave that was threatening to take you under.
It was then that you felt Azriel’s lips hovering right at your ear as he spoke to you, voice tired and gravelly.
“You come so beautifully. Come one more time for us.”
In the end, you weren’t even sure you could say what truly caused it as you erupted with a shriek so unlike you—that didn’t even sound like you. You barely managed to catch the low curse that came from Az.
Your release hit you with such force that you were knocked breathless—unable to even make a sound for a few seconds. The guttural groan that left Eris was pure animalistic as you squeezed around him so tightly, just like you’d done with Az. Your body just seemed to know not to let go too soon.
Eris didn’t take long to follow. Whether it was from watching you come—or the fact you gripped him so tightly it pulled his own release for him quicker than he expected—you weren’t entirely sure. It didn’t quite matter, anyways.
You felt the warmth moments later as his release erupted into you. You felt the trails leaking down your thighs already, but you made no effort to move right away.
You didn’t think you could.
Your ears rang, your body tingled, your blood hummed. Your mind was a complete blank.
Words were an impossibility.
You heard your name faintly, saw Eris’s lips moving.
Tired. You were so tired. Your body felt limp.
“—right, sweetheart?”
Your eyes looked back to Eris who had said something that you’d only caught the tail end of. Your eyes opened actually. You didn’t even recall them slipping closed.
“She looks ready to fall over,” you heard Az from behind you, his breath still sawing from him.
“You okay, darling?”
You could only half comprehend the unusual—for him—term of endearment that fell from Eris’s lips.
You felt the soft stroke of the back of his fingers against your cheek a second later.
All you could do was make some sort of noise you didn’t even know how to explain. A mixture of a whine and whimper. It probably sounded even more pitiful to their ears than it even did yours.
Something in Eris’s face changed—concern still there but a fire in his eyes that told you he realized just what had happened. Understanding dawned on his tired face. His voice was low, but knowing as he spoke.
“I think we succeeded in making you completely and utterly cock drunk,” Eris hummed, breath still heavy.
“Mmmph,” was all you could offer up.
Not a word or even anything intelligent.
“For someone who seems to love being in control, you sure unravel beautifully,” Eris complimented, lips barely brushing your cheek.
Then you were being lifted—Azriel’s arms around you, picking you up out of Eris’s lap, his cock slipping free of you.
Your eyes shuttered at the sudden emptiness that you felt at the loss.
The shadowsinger held you tight against his body before bending to your side, appearing in your line of vision. You wanted to reach out and pull them down to you just so you could kiss them, but you didn’t have energy for even that.
Eyes of hazel and amber studied you with a mixture of pride and concern.
“‘M perfectly ‘kay,” you slurred, laying back.
Somehow—effortlessly, even—the three of you managed to land in a heaping, exhausted pile.
Your head laid against Eris’s thigh, him propped up against the headboard. The male smirked down at you, smug pride in his amber eyes as a thumb brushed your cheek gently.
Below, Az rested his head on your stomach, arms wrapped around and underneath you. You felt a lazy kiss from him, left there.
“We certainly did a number on you,” Az mused, laying his head against your bare skin, peering up at you.
You just groaned in response, peering sideways at a freckle within your reach, located on Eris’s hip. You poked it gently, still half delirious, brushing your lips over the pigmented splotch.
“You’re adorable when you’re drunk on us,” Eris smirked, his natural arrogance slipping back into his tone.
You peered at them both under exhausted lids—first up at Eris and then down to Az. Deep down something sparked again, that insatiable hunger rearing its head in interest.
They were so pretty.
Slick with sweat, Az’s hair skewed from where you’d dove your hands in it, Eris’s typically perfect locks so mussed and tangled it looked like you’d done nothing but grip his hair the entire time.
Az’s lips were swollen and bruised from your myriad of kisses, Eris’s the same, but red as a fresh apple—about the same shade that flushed his pale chest and face, displaying the results of his exertion.
Gods, you wanted to kiss them both for all that they’d done.
One of your hands slid into Az’s hair, fingers mindlessly playing with the messy dark strands of the shadowsinger’s hair as you tried to catch your breath. You still hadn’t been able to do much other than groan or whimper—much to their satisfaction.
You were slick with perspiration, sticky with release from both Az and Eris all over you—your back, your hand, between your legs. You could still feel the remnants sliding in rivulets from your core.
You were sore, but pleasantly so. Especially after the amount of pleasure each had wrung from you.
You happened to think they’d rather enjoyed themselves too, despite the odd circumstances that had brought the three of you to this situation.
“I wonder what’s wrong with us,” Azriel panted, chest still heavy with exertion.
“Who cares,” you slurred, a little less noticeable this time as your brain and body tried to reorient itself.
You were met with tired, satisfied groans from both. But just as you were set to drift off—tangled in both of them—you felt that unusual twinge once again. That buried appetite that you’d momentarily thought was sated began stirring again and even though it’d likely not be your smartest idea ever…
“Can we interest you in some more fun?” Eris propositioned.
You could hear the wicked feral delight in his voice—his offer.
You peered down at Azriel with a brow raised, but he looked just as eager for your answer.
Obviously, like you, neither male had gotten their fill yet, either.
You’d barely recovered—they’d barely recovered—but as you peered from one male to the other, a grin spreading on your face, you couldn’t for the life of you recall why it wasn’t a smart idea. You reached upwards, ready to bring your mouth to Eris’s in answer to the question you’d been presented with.
You weren’t sure why they were calling your name, though, when you were right here between them.
An aggressive shove made you jerk, eyes flying open as you shot awake. Your arms in turn, fell off the table where your head had been resting on them.
It hadn’t been Azriel and Eris repeating your name.
It had been Cassian.
The general of the Night Court stood over you as you blinked sleepy eyes up at the thoroughly amused male. He just barely managed to hold back his laughter at your ruffled state and you blinked again, clearing your vision—and your mind, frankly.
Rhys snickered at the head of the table and it took a moment for you to gather your bearings, to realize where you were.
Your bleary eyes shot around the room—noting the gathered individuals—and the knowledge slowly crept back in as you remembered.
Right. You’d been in a meeting with the rest of the occupants in the room.
And clearly had fallen asleep at some point.
“Long night?” Cass quipped, laughing.
You rubbed your eyes, trying to erase the sleep from them.
Long night? More like a long dream.
Dream.
It had been a dream—albeit a very realistic feeling dream.
All the intensity, the heat, the sensuality that had happened between you and the two males hadn’t been anything but a figment of your overactive and overtired imagination.
You tried not to let your cheeks flame as you came to the realization of what had happened.
What was wrong with you?
What was next? A dream of a true fae orgy with all four males present? And probably—knowing how wild your dream had just gotten—probably Lucien too, as an added fifth.
You shook off your sleepiness as you turned and saw both Azriel and Eris staring at you. At where you’d probably drooled all over the table in your sleep.
You tried not to remember the vivid images—and sounds—still so prominent in your mind.
The way Eris had groaned your name in your ear, fingers gripping your hips tightly.
The way Azriel had showered with you with praise as he simultaneously ravished you.
You scrambled to think of anything else other than the eerie dreamlike memories of what it had felt like to have their hands on you, their mouths, their cocks that they’d successfully ruined you with.
Tried not to think of how they’d sounded and felt.
“Now that you’ve rejoined the living, can we continue?” Rhys drawled with a smirk, cutting into your thoughts.
You scowled, waving him on, trying to settle in your chair again.
Even though the meeting had resumed, you couldn’t help but feel the intense gazes of both the shadowsinger and the heir of Autumn on you.
The former studied you—as if he could sense your discomfort but couldn’t puzzle out why. Hazel eyes kept flickering to you, concern and intrigue in them, though his face gave nothing away.
Eris sat a few chairs away, towards the head of the table. He didn’t even pretend he was paying attention to Rhys, those assessing amber eyes glued to you.
Both were incredibly perceptive—neither missed anything.
But it was Eris who smirked, like he could see into your mind to know what had happened in your sleep—or at least have a general idea of the nature of your dream.
That set of knowing eyes simmered with interest and amusement, accompanied by an arrogant tilt upwards of his mouth.
You did your best not to concentrate on both males’s searing stares, knowing you’d have flashes of things that clearly hadn’t actually happened, behind your eyes. It was as if both could see right through you and it left you feeling shaken, vulnerable and strange.
But that wasn’t all that was making you feel strange.
You also couldn’t shake a specific feeling. A feeling like you’d missed something or had forgotten something. It niggled at your mind, slipping through your fingers more than once, just as you felt like you were about to pinpoint it.
You tuned Rhys out as he continued speaking, your body automatically tingling as you heard the distinct voices of both Eris and Azriel chime in with their input on whatever was being discussed.
Your spine instantly straightened when it finally hit you—when you remembered just what had been tugging at the edges of your mind.
For a few minutes you’d thought you were just imagining it, making it up, still unsettled and off kilter from your vivid dream. Positive you had remembered wrong.
But you hadn’t.
You suddenly remembered—with absolutely certainty—the batch of spice cookies presently cooling on the counters of the kitchen.
That you’d made earlier, prior to this meeting.
Your breathing quickened, an eerie feeling sweeping over you. Your eyes swept over Eris and Azriel—both who were, thankfully, preoccupied at the moment and missed your anxious glances.
You’d made those spice cookies using Elain’s recipe earlier today.
Doggy style but you can’t hold yourself up anymore so your face falls down, ass up, his cock pounding into you with grunts that ring in your ear from behind.
His hand moves to intertwine with yours while you clutch the sheets, holding you down, telling you just how good you feel, how good you sound.
You bite onto the pillow as your other hand moves to wrap around the wrist of the one he’s using for support.
Your words slur, eyes water, cunt clenching as your body bucks up into him, ass jiggling in front of him with each move
Trouble is afoot when you realize your beloved furry friend—the one you aren’t even allowed to have—is missing in the Forest House. An unexpected ally joins you in your search, sparking a new friendship.
Pairing: Eris Vanserra x f!reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: fluff, some flirtation, more like friendship with Eris, forest house servant reader
A/N: So this is a little something different than I usually write. It’s more of a cute friendship, slightly flirtatious Eris than a pre-established relationship Eris. But, the idea was so cute and appealing, that I couldn’t pass up writing it. Hoppy is based on my real life bunny—also yes that’s her in the mood board. Figured it was about time to feature her in a fic. 😅
Thank you @harvest-bunny for unintentionally inspiring this idea. Sometimes the best and most random ideas come from simple conversation. Thank you @garricktavisfanclub for being my resident moodboard helper too.
The halls of the Forest House were quite labyrinthine.
There were so many of them. So many levels to this manor.
There were twists and turns galore, nooks and crannies by the hundreds.
You tried to calm your racing heart—the panic that seized your chest in an iron grip.
She could be anywhere.
You muttered underneath your breath as you raced through the halls, trying to think of anywhere she could go, could hide.
You didn’t even know how long she’d been missing for.
For somewhere, in the thousands of potential hiding places within the Forest House of the Autumn Court, you’d lost your beloved bunny.
One that you technically weren’t even allowed to have.
Someone had been selling her at the market in town nearly a year ago, unwanted and forgotten. She’d been so tiny, shaking from the cold in a metal cage.
You’d spent your days wages and purchased her, bringing her home with you.
The entire time, you’d kept her in your room—free of the cage—letting her roam the space freely. It wasn’t a huge room, though it could be worse. But, you were merely a servant. Your place of rest was nowhere near as grand as the High Lord’s or any of his family members’ rooms. Though you didn’t expect it to be.
You’d set up a little area just for her—food, water and an area for her bathroom needs. She seemed to be rather content with it, if you did say so, yourself.
Though you typically cleaned and helped wait on the royal family, you were known to volunteer your time in the kitchens as well.
That was where you’d been when you’d returned to your room, finding your door open and your furry companion missing. You figured it had to have been Nerissa—your friend and the only servant you allowed to clean your rooms—as she was the only one who knew of your companion.
Clearly, Nerissa had accidentally left the door open when she was through.
“Where are you, where are you,” you muttered to yourself, peeking under every little table and corner you came across.
You clenched the slice of apple that you’d snatched from the kitchen, in your hand. It was one of her favorite treats and you’d hoped it would lure her out of her hiding spot.
She was a tiny thing—only a few pounds—so you knew you had your work cut out for you in your search.
You were so preoccupied in your worry, fearing you may never find her, that you paid no attention to where you were going.
You rounded the corner at full speed, bumping right into a hard body.
“Oh!” you exclaimed.
Strong hands gripped your arms to keep you from falling back.
“I do apolog—”
Your apology died on your lips when you realized who held you.
The High Lord’s eldest son stood before you, pale face, amber eyes and red hair very recognizable to many.
The Heir of Autumn.
“Lord Eris, my apologies for my carelessness. I should’ve been more careful.”
You stepped back from his grasp and bowed your head in genuine embarrassment and remorse.
The heir took you in with what appeared to be a look of amusement, though he didn’t reveal much on that stony face of his. You had no idea what he was currently thinking. His eyes took you in for a moment, making your heart race, before he finally spoke, voice even.
“Nothing to fuss over. No one was injured. Is everything quite alright? You seemed to be in an awful hurry.”
You hedged, not knowing how to answer.
You didn’t want to lie to the future High Lord, but you didn’t know how much he would repeat to his father.
No one was allowed to own any animals in the Forest House other than the royals. Eris, alone, had a dozen smokehounds.
You didn’t want to think what the High Lord of Autumn would do if he came to learn about your precious little girl. She truly was a bright spot in your life and you couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.
Apparently, you’d spent too long trying to think of something to say because his eyes cut to the apple slice in your hand, eyes narrowing.
“Eating on the job?”
Your eyes widened.
“No! No. Never, Lord Eris.”
“I hope not.”
You winced internally, prepared for a tongue lashing—for slacking off, not working, something.
You hadn’t had many encounters with the eldest Vanserra in all your time working at the Forest House—he was usually off in different parts of the court or even different parts of Pythian, always busy with something or other.
Most of your dealings were with his three younger brothers—the High Lord’s other sons. All of them were crass, cruel and downright unpleasant.
Once, when you’d accidentally brought a drink to the wrong brother, instead of refusing it like a decent individual, he’d “accidentally” hit it, spilling it all over your uniform.
You’d known it’d been on purpose.
You’d tried your hardest not to mess up after that, let alone bring any unwanted attention to yourself.
“If they’re not feeding you enough for lunch, then clearly I need to speak with the chefs serving you.”
You blinked, trying to keep up.
“Oh no, no. That’s not the issue, I promise you. I get enough to eat.”
You were nodding overenthusiastically and you forced yourself to stop, trying to avoid making a bigger fool of yourself. Surely he thought you were nothing but a bumbling, silly servant.
Interestingly, the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch just the slightest, as if trying to keep from smiling or smirking.
“I should be returning to my duties. Apologies, once again, Lord Eris.”
You bobbed a quick curtsy with every intention of escaping with at least a bit of dignity left.
But he surprised you.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
You paused, caught off guard.
“Do— Do what?”
“Curtsy. Frankly, I hate it.”
He shrugged.
“As long as an individual shows respect to me, I show respect to them. Without all the posturing.”
Your brows rose. He certainly was…different than you expected. A drastic difference from his horrible brothers.
“Understood.”
You stopped yourself a second before you dipped into another curtsy.
That was gonna be a hard habit to break, when it came to him.
“You never answered the question, you know.”
He folded his arms across his chest, brow raising in intrigue.
“What question?” you blinked, innocently.
He huffed a quiet laugh as if amused by your behavior.
“Why you’re tearing through the Forest House halls like your behind is on fire, with an apple in your hand.”
You sighed.
“I do not wish to lie, Lord Eris.”
“Then try for the truth,” he quipped.
You tossed him an unamused look and he just laughed heartily at your response, like you’d passed some sort of test.
“I…misplaced something,” you hedged, not a complete lie.
“And the apple fits in how?”
Mother above, this male didn’t give up.
In the moment, you didn’t even care that he was the heir to the throne as your tone turned flippant and a bit sassier than you probably had any business being.
“Did you become heir from those amazing deduction skills alone or is that just an added bonus?”
This time his mouth did turn up into a delighted smirk.
“You’re evading,” he pressed, though his amber eyes twinkled in amusement.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“I’m trying to locate a…bunny.”
His eyebrows shot up, surprised.
“A rabbit got into the Forest House? How?”
“She’s a bunny, thank you very much. And she’s— she’s mine.”
He blinked, clearly thrown off.
“Your what?”
You threw him an exasperated look.
“You are not this dumb.”
He raised a brow at your candidness.
“Uh, Lord Eris,” you added on, more formally.
He snorted.
“If you insist on speaking to me like that then you shouldn’t have to address me so formally. It’s just Eris.”
“As you wish Lor—I mean, Eris.”
“So, back to the bunny,” he emphasized the last word, indicating he’d been paying attention earlier, enough to make the correction.
“I own her,” you winced, shifting uneasily on your feet, “Don’t look at me like that. I found her at the market last year and purchased her or else she was going to be sold to someone who would’ve lost interest in her and not cared for her properly!”
“You’ve managed to keep her hidden for a year?” Eris gaped at you.
“I know how to be sneaky,” you shrugged.
“Clearly,” he eyed you, arms falling from his chest, sliding his hands into his pants pockets.
“Anyways,” you continued, “I returned to my room earlier and found my door open enough for her to have snuck out.”
“She could be anywhere.”
You exhaled sharply.
“Thank you for stating the obvious, Eris.”
You were surprised how natural it felt to say just his first name—no title included—and how you were quicker to adapt to that than the no curtsying.
“Where have you checked?” he questioned.
“Barely half of this level. Though I doubt she would be on a different floor. She’s never even seen stairs. I doubt she’d know what to do with them.”
“What does she look like?”
You paused, not understanding why he was asking.
“About this big,” you demonstrated with your hands, indicating her size, “Fluffy, a sort of brown, sort of tan. Closer to what I imagine the sands of the Summer Court looks like. She also has some gray on her nose.
“Well that’s clear,” he snarked.
“She has a unique coloring!”
“Well, come on. We won’t find her by standing around and chatting.”
Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually help.
“Oh I didn’t mean to imply you should help me. I promise I’ll find her—and quickly too. Just, please I beg you, don’t tell the High Lord.”
His sharp eyes studied your face for a moment and you swallowed, realizing this was the male that so many cowered before—and for a good reason. You couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit intimidated under his stare.
“You didn’t imply anything. I’m offering.”
Deciding he was being honest, you nodded once.
“Very well. Follow me.”
He fell into step beside you as you began to explain.
“She likes places to hide. Usually small, dark and quiet. She likes to hide under my bed a lot.”
“You never explained the apple.”
You swore under your breath, eliciting a surprised sidelong glance your way. He likely thought you didn’t possess the ability to curse.
If only he knew the way some of the servants talked, he’d change his mind rather quickly.
“You and that apple,” you muttered, “It’s one of her favorite treats. I thought it might help lure her out when I find her. Or maybe more like wishful thinking that she’d smell it and come to me.”
“I take it that hasn’t worked,” he said.
You gave him an incredulous look as if to state the obvious. He just chuckled deeply.
“Apologies. I didn’t quite think that one through.”
You hummed in acknowledgement.
You passed all the bedrooms you’d already checked, noting to Eris what hallway decor you’d checked too.
For a second time, he surprised you.
“What’s her name?”
“Hoppy.”
His eyes cut to you as you reached for the knob of the door to the bedroom you’d left off at.
“Hoppy? You named a rabbit Hoppy?”
You shrugged.
“She hops doesn’t she? Seemed fitting. It was simple and no fuss.”
He tilted his head in acknowledgement, like you had a point.
You two searched the first few rooms in silence before Eris turned to you.
“This would go a lot quicker if we split up, don’t you think?”
You had to admit it wasn’t a bad idea.
“I’ll search all of the rooms on this side of the hall, you’ll take the other?”
He nodded, heading towards the door, back out to the hall.
“Holler if you find her,” he shot over his shoulder.
You couldn’t help but shake your head at the oddness of the day. First, searching for Hoppy and now teaming up with Eris of all people, to find her.
You went back to searching.
You checked under every bed, behind all dressers, nightstands and any other piece of furniture she could possibly squeeze under or behind.
You were three rooms in with no luck when you heard Eris’s voice call from down the hall.
“I think I found her!”
You never recalled moving so fast in your life.
You found Eris four rooms down the hall from the room you’d been in previously. He was peeking behind an armoire and looked up at you as you entered.
You came up next to him and peeked behind the heavy wooden furniture.
Sure enough, there was a ball of fluff squeezed all the way to the back, between the back of the armoire and the wall. You could tell from where you stood that she was frightened.
She was shaking, her little ears trembling.
She’d probably been so frightened to find herself in such a big, unknown, open space, the poor thing.
“Here let me see the apple,” Eris said, holding out his hand.
You handed it over and he crouched down.
“Would you like some apple, Hoppy? Come here, it’s okay.”
You were shocked at how soft his voice was—how gentle. It differed so much from his usual cadence, just even from how he’d been conversing with you.
You wondered if that was the voice his hounds often heard.
“Is it working?” you asked, struggling to look around him, to see.
“No. I think she’s too scared.”
You bit your lip, brows furrowing, concerned.
Eris took in that look, clearly debating something mentally.
“Here, let me try something,” he said as he stood.
Gripping the armoire, he shuffled the heavy piece forward enough that you could reach back and grab her.
Only for Hoppy to go scampering the moment her hiding spot was compromised.
You watched her scamper from behind the armoire to the door, taking off.
“No!” you yelped, rushing to the doorway, after her.
Just in time to see a white tail disappearing down the hall.
“I’m sorry,” you groaned, “I’ll find her. You don’t have to trouble yourself with this any longer.”
“No. I’m not giving up until we catch this bunny.”
You stared after him, shocked, as he headed in the direction she’d taken off.
Thankfully, the two of you located her quickly, in one of the rooms you’d just come from—and under the bed too.
Eris got down on hands and knees and was able to reach her easily, scooping her up into his arms.
“Well, hello, Hoppy. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”
The bunny still shook, but her head popped up a bit, peeking around curiously.
You thought you heard Eris chuckle as his broad hand came up, stroking her fur gently.
Hoppy seemed to nestle into the heir’s arms easily.
“She’s a sweet little thing.”
You smiled, unable to disagree. She really was.
“She usually doesn’t like being held…she must like you.”
He looked up, surprised.
“Well, thankfully, the hounds prefer to stay in their kennel outdoors or else this little one would be in trouble.”
You winced, just imagining how terrified she’d be.
“We’ll both make sure nothing happens to you,” he promised, stroking a line over her ears, fascinated how they popped back up after his hand passed over them.
Seeming to remember the piece of apple, he asked.
“Do you mind if I feed it to her?”
You shook your head, handing it back to him.
“No, go ahead.”
He held it up to Hoppy’s face and she immediately perked up, taking a bite of it.
He chuckled, listening to the crunch of it as she munched on it.
“You weren’t kidding about her loving apple,” he mused.
“Told you,” you grinned.
Your grin softened from amusement to something gentler and genuine when you spoke.
“Thank you for helping me, Eris. Truly.”
He looked up, seeming to be caught off guard by your appreciation.
You wondered if many appreciated his efforts in anything.
“It was my pleasure. I’m just glad she’s safe.”
He transferred Hoppy gently to your arms and she rested her chin against the crook of your arm. You were just happy to have the warm, furry weight back in your arms—to have the assurance that she was safe.
“Since we didn’t get to be properly introduced, I’m Eris.”
Your lips twitched, resisting the urge to tell him you knew that. Instead, you smiled and offered him your name.
“Nice to officially meet you—and Hoppy,” he said, nodding down to her.
“You as well,” you smiled genuinely.
He followed you out into the hallway.
“I might have to come visit her some time. Maybe with a slice of apple in tow, too.”
“I think she’d like that.”
“Well, I guess you could say I had an interesting detour in my day,” Eris said casually.
“Maybe you just needed a change to spice up your everyday schedule,” you teased.
“Well if I ever need to spice up my day again, I’ll know who to come find.”
Your lips curved upward.
“Well if I ever have a problem I need help solving, I’ll know who to call on.”
He just inclined his head, a smile of his own on your face.
You started to head back towards your room when he spoke your name. You turned back towards him, cradling Hoppy in your arms.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
A small smile ghosted your lips and you nodded your thanks as you turned away, heading back towards your room.
You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips as you realized what had happened.
Not only had you successfully found Hoppy, but you thought you’d just made a new friend.
After Eris assists you through your drugging, you find yourself feeling lost and empty. What you're missing, you're not completely sure. But by the end of the week, you might have a hint.
WC: 4.2k
Warnings: Smut, piv, flirty but unsure Eris, also flirty but unsure reader lol, once again this is filthy but pretty fluffy on one side because of that bond snap heheheh
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Part 1
The days after Eris's visit dragged. Your body felt off, as if it knew something you did not. As if you were supposed to be doing something but forgot what it was. You felt lost, even a little anxious as you went through the motions of your day-to-day.
Rhysand had given you a couple weeks off to recover from what had happened in Illyria. While the situation could have been much worse had you not gotten home before the effects of the drugs hit, the trauma and vulnerability of an attempted assault still left you uneasy. Rhys knew these feelings better than anyone, and he made sure you had some time to relax and process before returning to your work.
So, you took time for yourself. You stayed mostly in the House of Wind, leaving only to walk alongside the shops in Velaris, going in a few for a treat or coffee. You trained as normal, wrapped yourself in blankets next to the fireplace, and read some guilty-pleasure books.
But still, your body felt as if something was missing. There was a lost piece of yourself, and you don't know when that emptiness came to be.
Was this part of the healing process? Is that why you felt not quite like yourself?
Healing had never been predictable. You reminded yourself of this each day you woke up feeling different. Still, the itching under your skin to do something screamed louder and louder. It was not painful, but it nagged at you. Your rest was futile as your mind tried to track what exactly you needed.
The feeling persisted until mid-day a week after the incident. You stood in the kitchen, scouring the cupboards for a treat to sate your sweet tooth when the smell of pine, bonfire smoke, and clove hit your nose. Immediately, your muscles relaxed, shoulders sagging with relief and comfort at the scent.
When you turned toward the new presence, you found Eris standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets. Always the image of cool and collected, the male observed your movements with an almost bored indifference. Your eyes watched as the muscles in his forearms strained despite his calmness, however, revealing his hidden clenched fists.
You could almost see the gears turning in his mind. Amber eyes flickered with thoughts, almost with hesitance, and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it once again.
His nerves were showing despite his mask, and it took you aback. You had never before seen Eris as anything but composed and unaffected. And despite his presence being welcome in the room, you couldn't help but be more confused by the entire situation.
Why was Eris fidgeting in front of you? Why did that feeling inside of your chest decide to ease now?
"What are you doing here?"
Your voice barely broke through the silence, coming out as more of a soft curiosity than the normal accusatory barb between you two.
He breathed in deeply before exhaling. "I had some things to discuss with Rhysand."
You nodded slowly, a small smile creeping onto your lips. Always so mysterious...
"And now you are here," you continued, turning to grab onto some cookies on the top shelf of the cabinet. "In the kitchen of the House of Wind. It's almost as if--"
You broke off at the heat radiating at your back, the hand brushing against your own as he reached to bring the snack to your level. As your fingers gently took the packaging from his own, you waited for the sharp jab to leave his lips. Something about you being incompetent or you needing a step-stool. Instead, he stayed silent. All that could be heard was your sharp breaths and the crinkling of the plastic package under your touch.
You didn't dare look up from your hands. The entire situation made you feel as if you were in a different universe. Eris nervous, his mask slipping, his words being something other than condescending.
His gentle touch and presence, so at odds with the last time you had felt his hands on you.
The heat of his flames still tingled around your wrists if you thought back to the memory. The feeling of his lips, his teeth, against your neck. The stretch of him as he entered you, almost painful--
"Almost as if?" He questioned, voice deep in your ear as he hinted at you to continue your comment.
But you couldn't remember what you had even been thinking anyway.
You turned slowly, and Eris watched intently as your hands dropped the cookies to the side on the counter. When you met his stare finally, his gaze dark with some emotion you could not name. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.
"Is there a reason you're here? In this kitchen?"
Soft. The words fell from your lips with in a sort of seductive whisper you had no control over. Not as the male in front of you watched your face so intently, jaw clenching and throat bobbing with a sort of restrained lust.
He must have been thinking back to the last time the two of you saw each other as well.
Eris looked down at you, his height casting a shadow across his perfect visage as his head tilted to look at you. His non-answer deflected back to you. "What a different welcome than the one I received last time."
The mention of the last time he was here -- why he was here -- had your cheeks hot with embarrassment.
Face burning, you squared your shoulders back and stood a bit taller. Still, he had more than a head of height on you, but you did not let that deter you.
"This isn't the Autumn Court, Eris. The females aren't here to welcome you with open legs each time you arrive."
His lips quirked up in amusement. "What about just one female?"
Before you could snap back at him, he was leaning forward just slightly, his hands coming to rest against the countertop at your sides.
His strong arms blocked each side of you, his large form effectively trapping you. You breathed evenly, trying to calm your heart and the irritation rising in your veins. It seemed like the longer he stood there the more his arrogance returned. You almost missed the fidgeting Eris from a moment ago.
"Is that why you're here? Back for seconds?"
Fingers inched until they grazed your hips, lightly exploring but never committing. Your eyes tracked the movement of his lips opening. The way his tongue dipped out to wet them a bit nearly had you itching to bite them.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Yes, you really would.
He chuckled at whatever he could see in your eyes. You probably looked like a fool; pulse rapid, breaths uneven, pupils dilated. The fae male could probably even smell the arousal beginning to pool between your legs.
You couldn't bring yourself to feel shame. When he removed his hands from your sides, stepping back slightly and giving you space again, you moved instinctively. Like a rubber band snapping, a string pulled too taut, you moved. Your hands reached out, fisting into his shirt. And then you were on your toes, reaching up and placing your lips directly on his.
The relief was immediate.
The shot of pleasure that shot down your spine at the contact nearly sent you reeling. And Eris must have felt the same, because his hands came to grip your waist immediately, fingers gripping you possessively and pulling you closer and closer without hesitation. The only sign of his surprise was the soft moan he let out as you crashed together.
The previous uneasiness under your skin was gone, swept away as Eris explored his way up your body. His hands moved from your waist, down to your hips, then back up your sides until he reached the nape of your neck. When he finally cupped your jaw in his hands, he took over dominating the kiss, deepening it until you felt like you could pass out.
You bit his lip, and he groaned deeply in response. You hadn't been well enough to fight him last time, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But now you were, and you wanted to both tear him to shreds and worship him for what he did to you last time.
You pulled back as quickly as you had fallen into him, instead dropping your mouth to the side of his jaw and then his neck. You nipped, biting and licking until you reached the collar of his shirt. He was removing it before the direction could reach your lips, and then you were moving again, turning and pushing him against the countertop. He hit the granite with a grunt.
Kissing a trail downward, you moved slowly. Teeth teased and nails scratched until your knees hit the floor. You watched as the male leaned back to look at you, his amber eyes filled with so much lust and longing, it almost made you choke.
Your fingers fiddled with his trousers until you could free his cock, the length and girth even more impressive in your sober state. As if the cocky male needed anything else to be arrogant about.
As you admired him, you felt his fingers brush through your hair in a gentle petting motion. It had you keening and wanting to please him. So you did exactly that.
Eyes on him, you opened your mouth and licked a stripe up the base of him. The breath he sucked in expanded his whole chest, his head tipping back in pleasure. The way his throat bobbed, his jaw clenched, and his fingers tightened in your hair had your own eyes rolling back. You wanted to give him more and more.
You needed the weight of his cock in your mouth. You felt almost feral for it. So you took him down your throat, struggling against the large size of him. The saltiness on his tip filled your senses, and you moaned around his length before beginning to move with determination.
"Fuck..."
His grunts and groans were enough to have you twisting your own hips in search of friction. But you could be patient. Especially when having Eris's come down your throat was a satisfaction and goal in itself.
You worked him as if you were working for your own orgasm, head bobbing, throat constricting, tongue licking. You wanted the male before you desperate, begging to come. The look in his eyes as he met your gaze was almost just as good. He looked utterly devastated, eyes rolling back as you gagged a bit on his size.
"Please let me fuck you," he groaned out. His fingers untangled themselves from your hair, stroking down your face to grip your jaw. "I need to be inside you."
Gods, you needed that too. But you needed his come down your throat too.
When you answered him by taking him as far down your throat as you could, he moaned loudly, both hands coming to grip your head. His restraint was unraveling, hips starting to cant and push his cock in and out of your throat on his own terms.
Your nails dug into the muscles of his thighs, moving upward to his abs and scratching all the way to his obliques. Your eyes watered at the depth of his thrusts, despite him only being able to push about half way inside due to his size.
He pumped his hips forward, fucking your mouth gently before forcefully removing you from his cock. "You're going to be the death of me."
You only smiled in response, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Then you were grabbing his hand -- his hand that normally dwarfed your own, that had previously wrapped around your throat and completely covered it -- and pulled him toward your bedroom.
The male followed behind wordlessly. Even more surprisingly, when you reached your bedroom, the male let you shove him down onto the bed and take full control. His shoulders fell to the mattress gracefully, and you took advantage of his position in the moment to remove the rest of his clothing.
His skin was smooth and near perfect, save for some scars from battle and from living in the Autumn Court with his dreadful family. You could only imagine how some of those came to be. Fingers moving lightly, you traced the silvery flesh.
Eris shivered beneath your touch, pulling your eyes from his body to his own. The vulnerability in the amber irises was jarring; you had never seen the Autumn male so open before. Without his usual mask of coolness, he seemed almost warm and inviting. As if he had been waiting all this time for a safe spot to rest.
That warmth simmered as you removed your own clothing. His hands twitched and his eyes traveled hungrily over your revealed skin. When he swallowed deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement, you nearly lunged at him.
His entire body radiated masculinity. You could almost feel the power coming from his body. From his muscles to the fire beneath his fingertips to the look in his eyes.
"Come here." His voice was barely above a whisper, and you couldn't tell if it was a demand or a plea. Regardless, you obeyed. Legs moved, lifting to straddle his naked form and press your weight against his.
His cock was hard beneath you, and you couldn't help your immediate reaction to grind against it. Hips circling, you leaned down and captured his soft lips with your own. He followed your lead eagerly. When your tongues brushed against one another as if in a sensual dance, your hips stuttered.
"Eris," you breathed against his lips. The noise he made in response was desperate, and you watched through lidded eyes as his hands came up to caress your face almost reverently. Fingers brushed your hair back, then he dove in for your lips again with such passion, it nearly made you dizzy.
You felt like he was consuming your entire being with just a kiss.
His fingers started to reach down, leaving your face to make their way to your core. You knew it would be easier if he used his fingers in you first. But you were impatient at this point.
Not being able to wait any longer, you lifted your hips slightly, reaching between the two of you to grasp his large length. It weighed heavy in your hand, its size intimidating and pressing so close to where you knew it could hurt.
You weren't sure how this worked last time. Assumedly, the drug that had been coursing through your veins had helped prepare you, and no doubt his fingers as well. You could only hope it was easy enough this time around.
Small hands pumped him a few times, earning a low groan muffled by your lips. Then you were notching him against your entrance, letting your wetness coat him before slowly moving down and breaching your opening.
Eris's groan covered the sound of your gasp.
He was so large; his thickness stretched you so good. You had to move slowly, inching downward with shaking limbs. Eris's fingers gripped your hips tightly in answer, both stabilizing you and trying to give himself a moment. You didn't want a moment though, you wanted him inside you -- all the way.
Patience thin, you impaled yourself down onto him. The sting was strong but you welcomed it. The feeling of him filling you completely, so deep inside you, sent your mind reeling.
Eris let out a hiss at the sudden decision, grip tightening before releasing and stroking your skin softly, as if apologizing for his strength. "Careful."
You could only whimper, hips experimentally rolling. You already felt tender, but you loved it. You wanted to feel the memory of him between your legs tomorrow. Somehow, deep in your soul, you knew that would help with the feeling of unease accompanying you lately.
"I can't help it," you moaned out.
When you lifted your hips, beginning to fuck yourself on him, you saw stars. Eris's head fell back at the feeling, a "Gods" escaping his lips like a prayer. And you wanted to bite his jawline, so prominent in his current position. His neck was right there for you to ravish, and you felt completely out of control.
You braced your hands on his chest, moving them up until they reached that pretty neck and squeezed gently.
Fuck, the grin the Autumn male displayed in response had you tightening around him.
You leveraged your position and leaned down, hips rolling with you. Your tongue trailed a path from his chest to his ear where you nipped lightly. You half expected him to throw you off him, to grab a fistful of hair, shove you down into the mattress, and fuck you silly. Instead, his hands swept over your body softly. It reminded you of the way people could use touch to see, to memorize.
He touched you like you were a piece of art he was tracing in awe.
When you released his neck, he sat up immediately, capturing your lips in a kiss. It felt as if he had been waiting from that first moment of connection to place his lips on your own. It wasn't harsh or feverish though, it was slow and absolutely desperate.
Hips moving slowly in his lap, he whimpered in your mouth. Eris. Whimpered.
Gods, that did things to you. The confident heir reduced to soft noises in your bed.
His eyes were soft when you pulled away. Sweat lined your temple at the exertion, thighs beginning to burn a bit. Eris's fingers brushed the damp hair from your face as he noticed, lashes fluttering as he took you in.
He was so pretty like this. Soft and gentle. A stark contrast to the last time you two had been in this position. It made you feel treasured and protected and confident.
"Eris," you breathed into him.
He hummed in response, lips leaving a gentle trail of kisses along your jaw. His hands were on your hips, moving your body for you as you grew tired. Back and forth, back and forth, grinding along his thick length.
"Will you fuck me?"
The question came out whiny, and he groaned upon hearing it. His head dropped between his shoulders. For a moment, his hands moved your hips faster on him.
"Yes," his voice cracked lightly. "Yes, always."
The room spun and then you were facing the ceiling, Eris hovering above you. He hadn't put you in the position you expected, with you on all fours and him behind you. Just like last time. Instead, he remained inside of you as you moved, his arms coming to cage you in and one knee lifting to open you up further for him.
Then his hips ground down.
You keened, back arching and hands grasping at his strong back. The muscled moved under your fingers as he thrust into you, slowly and then a bit faster. His hair tickled at your skin as he leaned down to lick and bite at your neck. As if he couldn't stop himself, as if he needed more.
You agreed.
"More," you begged, despite your core throbbing with him.
Eris answered in kind, hips slamming harder against you. Your words seemed to unleash the control he had on his desire. His fingers tangled into your hair and instead of tugging harshly, he crashed his lips back onto yours. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, immediately battling with yours. Teeth nipped at your lip, groans filled your mouth from his. And when his fingers of his other hand trail down to your clit, rubbing in circles with just the right amount of pressure--
"Eris!"
"Give it to me," he commanded quietly, completely taking control for the first time since you got on your knees in the kitchen.
Your core tightened to the point of pain, your toes curling and legs shaking, and when you finally felt that wave of euphoria reach its peak, tears were filling your eyes. Eris coaxed you through it with soft words, telling you how good you were, how amazing you make him feel, how well you take him and come for him.
It only made the pleasure stronger. Tears leaked from your eyes squeezing shut, and your whole body was so tense you were sure you were hurting him.
But he only groaned at the feeling. His fingers kept moving, helping you through the entirety of your orgasm even as he chased his own. Hips stuttered, beginning to lose their rhythm. And when your body finally relaxed, he bent and bit down gently where your neck meets your shoulder.
The position muffled his moans, but your eyes rolled back at the sound nonetheless. His hands moved to pin your wrists by your head, fingers weaving into your own, and then his body was tense, heat filling you from the inside as he released.
His large body, slick with sweat and sex, hovered above you like both a predator and protector. It was a feeling you had never experienced; not quite like this, at least.
When Eris pulled away, you laid limp, trying to catch your breath. Your ears were still ringing, sight a bit blurry from the strength of your orgasm. But you felt as he pushed your knees to your chest, once again taking the time to look at the mess he'd made.
His voice was tired and low when he spoke. "I'll never get over this."
Kisses were placed on the inside of your thighs. It felt like a thanks in some way. Despite this being a mutually beneficial act.
When his lips neared your center, his hot breath made you clench. Gods, you wanted him again, but you knew you'd hurt.
"Next time, I'm tasting you."
It was gravelly, the way he spoke against your most private part. The raspiness in his debauched tone sending shivers down your spine. Next time. And when his finger came up to push his spend back inside of you, you gasped, fingers clenching against the sheet and seeking some sort of stability as he entered you again.
"You're okay," he cooed. He wasn't mocking you this time though. Just reassuring you that he won't go too far. That he won't push against any boundaries you can't handle.
When Eris reappeared in your line of sight, he seemed more hesitant. Like now that the act of sex was finished, he was out of his comfort zone. So opposite from most people.
He sat on the bed next to you, and you took the moment to rest and admire his body. He was gorgeous. His dark auburn hair waved against his head messily, his strong and muscular back rippling under the red marks from your nails.
Warm eyes met your own, and somehow after all of that, fire still sparked within them. "Enjoying the view?"
You couldn't help it -- you laughed. A genuine, happy laugh. "I think you can tell that I very much enjoy the view."
He cracked a smile of his own, as if he couldn't control the lightness in the air either. It only spread further as he watched you giggle a bit at the absurdity of his question.
"Yeah, well... I can't say I don't enjoy it too."
He stood slowly, stretching a bit before bending to retrieve his clothing from where it fell. Even the way he put his shirt on was hot.
"Eris?" You asked, and nerves filled you as suddenly as the words left your mouth. You didn't know what was going on between the two of you. For him, this was probably nothing more than sex. But you couldn't ignore the way you felt calm for the first time in weeks. Or the inexplicable pull you felt toward the male.
"Hm?" He hummed, looking over his shoulder as he continued dressing.
"You can visit whenever. You know that, right?"
That deadly smirk. "Is that an open invitation, little fox?"
"If you want it to be."
There. It was out in the open. You'd like to see him again. What he wanted to do with that information, or interpret it as, was up to him.
Eris was quiet for a moment, and you fidgetted. "Autumn also might be nice to visit. I'm sure you'd throw me out--"
His voice cut in harshly, "No. You can't come to Autumn."
He turned, now fully clothed, and you tried to hide the shock in your features at his tone. "Okay... No Autumn then."
"I-" A hand ran through his messy hair. "I'll come back. I have more to discuss with Rhysand anyway."
You nodded, unsure of yourself and the motives of the male in front of you.
"I'll see you soon then."
With a rare soft look over your face, one that leaves a confusing bit of hope in your chest (for what, you're not even sure), he steps back and toward your door.
"Soon," he repeats.
Then, for the second time in the last few weeks, you're left naked in your bed, completely sated and confused by Eris Vanserra.
After Eris assists you through your drugging, you find yourself feeling lost and empty. What you're missing, you're not completely sure. But by the end of the week, you might have a hint.
WC: 4.2k
Warnings: Smut, piv, flirty but unsure Eris, also flirty but unsure reader lol, once again this is filthy but pretty fluffy on one side because of that bond snap heheheh
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Part 1
The days after Eris's visit dragged. Your body felt off, as if it knew something you did not. As if you were supposed to be doing something but forgot what it was. You felt lost, even a little anxious as you went through the motions of your day-to-day.
Rhysand had given you a couple weeks off to recover from what had happened in Illyria. While the situation could have been much worse had you not gotten home before the effects of the drugs hit, the trauma and vulnerability of an attempted assault still left you uneasy. Rhys knew these feelings better than anyone, and he made sure you had some time to relax and process before returning to your work.
So, you took time for yourself. You stayed mostly in the House of Wind, leaving only to walk alongside the shops in Velaris, going in a few for a treat or coffee. You trained as normal, wrapped yourself in blankets next to the fireplace, and read some guilty-pleasure books.
But still, your body felt as if something was missing. There was a lost piece of yourself, and you don't know when that emptiness came to be.
Was this part of the healing process? Is that why you felt not quite like yourself?
Healing had never been predictable. You reminded yourself of this each day you woke up feeling different. Still, the itching under your skin to do something screamed louder and louder. It was not painful, but it nagged at you. Your rest was futile as your mind tried to track what exactly you needed.
The feeling persisted until mid-day a week after the incident. You stood in the kitchen, scouring the cupboards for a treat to sate your sweet tooth when the smell of pine, bonfire smoke, and clove hit your nose. Immediately, your muscles relaxed, shoulders sagging with relief and comfort at the scent.
When you turned toward the new presence, you found Eris standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets. Always the image of cool and collected, the male observed your movements with an almost bored indifference. Your eyes watched as the muscles in his forearms strained despite his calmness, however, revealing his hidden clenched fists.
You could almost see the gears turning in his mind. Amber eyes flickered with thoughts, almost with hesitance, and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it once again.
His nerves were showing despite his mask, and it took you aback. You had never before seen Eris as anything but composed and unaffected. And despite his presence being welcome in the room, you couldn't help but be more confused by the entire situation.
Why was Eris fidgeting in front of you? Why did that feeling inside of your chest decide to ease now?
"What are you doing here?"
Your voice barely broke through the silence, coming out as more of a soft curiosity than the normal accusatory barb between you two.
He breathed in deeply before exhaling. "I had some things to discuss with Rhysand."
You nodded slowly, a small smile creeping onto your lips. Always so mysterious...
"And now you are here," you continued, turning to grab onto some cookies on the top shelf of the cabinet. "In the kitchen of the House of Wind. It's almost as if--"
You broke off at the heat radiating at your back, the hand brushing against your own as he reached to bring the snack to your level. As your fingers gently took the packaging from his own, you waited for the sharp jab to leave his lips. Something about you being incompetent or you needing a step-stool. Instead, he stayed silent. All that could be heard was your sharp breaths and the crinkling of the plastic package under your touch.
You didn't dare look up from your hands. The entire situation made you feel as if you were in a different universe. Eris nervous, his mask slipping, his words being something other than condescending.
His gentle touch and presence, so at odds with the last time you had felt his hands on you.
The heat of his flames still tingled around your wrists if you thought back to the memory. The feeling of his lips, his teeth, against your neck. The stretch of him as he entered you, almost painful--
"Almost as if?" He questioned, voice deep in your ear as he hinted at you to continue your comment.
But you couldn't remember what you had even been thinking anyway.
You turned slowly, and Eris watched intently as your hands dropped the cookies to the side on the counter. When you met his stare finally, his gaze dark with some emotion you could not name. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.
"Is there a reason you're here? In this kitchen?"
Soft. The words fell from your lips with in a sort of seductive whisper you had no control over. Not as the male in front of you watched your face so intently, jaw clenching and throat bobbing with a sort of restrained lust.
He must have been thinking back to the last time the two of you saw each other as well.
Eris looked down at you, his height casting a shadow across his perfect visage as his head tilted to look at you. His non-answer deflected back to you. "What a different welcome than the one I received last time."
The mention of the last time he was here -- why he was here -- had your cheeks hot with embarrassment.
Face burning, you squared your shoulders back and stood a bit taller. Still, he had more than a head of height on you, but you did not let that deter you.
"This isn't the Autumn Court, Eris. The females aren't here to welcome you with open legs each time you arrive."
His lips quirked up in amusement. "What about just one female?"
Before you could snap back at him, he was leaning forward just slightly, his hands coming to rest against the countertop at your sides.
His strong arms blocked each side of you, his large form effectively trapping you. You breathed evenly, trying to calm your heart and the irritation rising in your veins. It seemed like the longer he stood there the more his arrogance returned. You almost missed the fidgeting Eris from a moment ago.
"Is that why you're here? Back for seconds?"
Fingers inched until they grazed your hips, lightly exploring but never committing. Your eyes tracked the movement of his lips opening. The way his tongue dipped out to wet them a bit nearly had you itching to bite them.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Yes, you really would.
He chuckled at whatever he could see in your eyes. You probably looked like a fool; pulse rapid, breaths uneven, pupils dilated. The fae male could probably even smell the arousal beginning to pool between your legs.
You couldn't bring yourself to feel shame. When he removed his hands from your sides, stepping back slightly and giving you space again, you moved instinctively. Like a rubber band snapping, a string pulled too taut, you moved. Your hands reached out, fisting into his shirt. And then you were on your toes, reaching up and placing your lips directly on his.
The relief was immediate.
The shot of pleasure that shot down your spine at the contact nearly sent you reeling. And Eris must have felt the same, because his hands came to grip your waist immediately, fingers gripping you possessively and pulling you closer and closer without hesitation. The only sign of his surprise was the soft moan he let out as you crashed together.
The previous uneasiness under your skin was gone, swept away as Eris explored his way up your body. His hands moved from your waist, down to your hips, then back up your sides until he reached the nape of your neck. When he finally cupped your jaw in his hands, he took over dominating the kiss, deepening it until you felt like you could pass out.
You bit his lip, and he groaned deeply in response. You hadn't been well enough to fight him last time, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But now you were, and you wanted to both tear him to shreds and worship him for what he did to you last time.
You pulled back as quickly as you had fallen into him, instead dropping your mouth to the side of his jaw and then his neck. You nipped, biting and licking until you reached the collar of his shirt. He was removing it before the direction could reach your lips, and then you were moving again, turning and pushing him against the countertop. He hit the granite with a grunt.
Kissing a trail downward, you moved slowly. Teeth teased and nails scratched until your knees hit the floor. You watched as the male leaned back to look at you, his amber eyes filled with so much lust and longing, it almost made you choke.
Your fingers fiddled with his trousers until you could free his cock, the length and girth even more impressive in your sober state. As if the cocky male needed anything else to be arrogant about.
As you admired him, you felt his fingers brush through your hair in a gentle petting motion. It had you keening and wanting to please him. So you did exactly that.
Eyes on him, you opened your mouth and licked a stripe up the base of him. The breath he sucked in expanded his whole chest, his head tipping back in pleasure. The way his throat bobbed, his jaw clenched, and his fingers tightened in your hair had your own eyes rolling back. You wanted to give him more and more.
You needed the weight of his cock in your mouth. You felt almost feral for it. So you took him down your throat, struggling against the large size of him. The saltiness on his tip filled your senses, and you moaned around his length before beginning to move with determination.
"Fuck..."
His grunts and groans were enough to have you twisting your own hips in search of friction. But you could be patient. Especially when having Eris's come down your throat was a satisfaction and goal in itself.
You worked him as if you were working for your own orgasm, head bobbing, throat constricting, tongue licking. You wanted the male before you desperate, begging to come. The look in his eyes as he met your gaze was almost just as good. He looked utterly devastated, eyes rolling back as you gagged a bit on his size.
"Please let me fuck you," he groaned out. His fingers untangled themselves from your hair, stroking down your face to grip your jaw. "I need to be inside you."
Gods, you needed that too. But you needed his come down your throat too.
When you answered him by taking him as far down your throat as you could, he moaned loudly, both hands coming to grip your head. His restraint was unraveling, hips starting to cant and push his cock in and out of your throat on his own terms.
Your nails dug into the muscles of his thighs, moving upward to his abs and scratching all the way to his obliques. Your eyes watered at the depth of his thrusts, despite him only being able to push about half way inside due to his size.
He pumped his hips forward, fucking your mouth gently before forcefully removing you from his cock. "You're going to be the death of me."
You only smiled in response, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Then you were grabbing his hand -- his hand that normally dwarfed your own, that had previously wrapped around your throat and completely covered it -- and pulled him toward your bedroom.
The male followed behind wordlessly. Even more surprisingly, when you reached your bedroom, the male let you shove him down onto the bed and take full control. His shoulders fell to the mattress gracefully, and you took advantage of his position in the moment to remove the rest of his clothing.
His skin was smooth and near perfect, save for some scars from battle and from living in the Autumn Court with his dreadful family. You could only imagine how some of those came to be. Fingers moving lightly, you traced the silvery flesh.
Eris shivered beneath your touch, pulling your eyes from his body to his own. The vulnerability in the amber irises was jarring; you had never seen the Autumn male so open before. Without his usual mask of coolness, he seemed almost warm and inviting. As if he had been waiting all this time for a safe spot to rest.
That warmth simmered as you removed your own clothing. His hands twitched and his eyes traveled hungrily over your revealed skin. When he swallowed deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement, you nearly lunged at him.
His entire body radiated masculinity. You could almost feel the power coming from his body. From his muscles to the fire beneath his fingertips to the look in his eyes.
"Come here." His voice was barely above a whisper, and you couldn't tell if it was a demand or a plea. Regardless, you obeyed. Legs moved, lifting to straddle his naked form and press your weight against his.
His cock was hard beneath you, and you couldn't help your immediate reaction to grind against it. Hips circling, you leaned down and captured his soft lips with your own. He followed your lead eagerly. When your tongues brushed against one another as if in a sensual dance, your hips stuttered.
"Eris," you breathed against his lips. The noise he made in response was desperate, and you watched through lidded eyes as his hands came up to caress your face almost reverently. Fingers brushed your hair back, then he dove in for your lips again with such passion, it nearly made you dizzy.
You felt like he was consuming your entire being with just a kiss.
His fingers started to reach down, leaving your face to make their way to your core. You knew it would be easier if he used his fingers in you first. But you were impatient at this point.
Not being able to wait any longer, you lifted your hips slightly, reaching between the two of you to grasp his large length. It weighed heavy in your hand, its size intimidating and pressing so close to where you knew it could hurt.
You weren't sure how this worked last time. Assumedly, the drug that had been coursing through your veins had helped prepare you, and no doubt his fingers as well. You could only hope it was easy enough this time around.
Small hands pumped him a few times, earning a low groan muffled by your lips. Then you were notching him against your entrance, letting your wetness coat him before slowly moving down and breaching your opening.
Eris's groan covered the sound of your gasp.
He was so large; his thickness stretched you so good. You had to move slowly, inching downward with shaking limbs. Eris's fingers gripped your hips tightly in answer, both stabilizing you and trying to give himself a moment. You didn't want a moment though, you wanted him inside you -- all the way.
Patience thin, you impaled yourself down onto him. The sting was strong but you welcomed it. The feeling of him filling you completely, so deep inside you, sent your mind reeling.
Eris let out a hiss at the sudden decision, grip tightening before releasing and stroking your skin softly, as if apologizing for his strength. "Careful."
You could only whimper, hips experimentally rolling. You already felt tender, but you loved it. You wanted to feel the memory of him between your legs tomorrow. Somehow, deep in your soul, you knew that would help with the feeling of unease accompanying you lately.
"I can't help it," you moaned out.
When you lifted your hips, beginning to fuck yourself on him, you saw stars. Eris's head fell back at the feeling, a "Gods" escaping his lips like a prayer. And you wanted to bite his jawline, so prominent in his current position. His neck was right there for you to ravish, and you felt completely out of control.
You braced your hands on his chest, moving them up until they reached that pretty neck and squeezed gently.
Fuck, the grin the Autumn male displayed in response had you tightening around him.
You leveraged your position and leaned down, hips rolling with you. Your tongue trailed a path from his chest to his ear where you nipped lightly. You half expected him to throw you off him, to grab a fistful of hair, shove you down into the mattress, and fuck you silly. Instead, his hands swept over your body softly. It reminded you of the way people could use touch to see, to memorize.
He touched you like you were a piece of art he was tracing in awe.
When you released his neck, he sat up immediately, capturing your lips in a kiss. It felt as if he had been waiting from that first moment of connection to place his lips on your own. It wasn't harsh or feverish though, it was slow and absolutely desperate.
Hips moving slowly in his lap, he whimpered in your mouth. Eris. Whimpered.
Gods, that did things to you. The confident heir reduced to soft noises in your bed.
His eyes were soft when you pulled away. Sweat lined your temple at the exertion, thighs beginning to burn a bit. Eris's fingers brushed the damp hair from your face as he noticed, lashes fluttering as he took you in.
He was so pretty like this. Soft and gentle. A stark contrast to the last time you two had been in this position. It made you feel treasured and protected and confident.
"Eris," you breathed into him.
He hummed in response, lips leaving a gentle trail of kisses along your jaw. His hands were on your hips, moving your body for you as you grew tired. Back and forth, back and forth, grinding along his thick length.
"Will you fuck me?"
The question came out whiny, and he groaned upon hearing it. His head dropped between his shoulders. For a moment, his hands moved your hips faster on him.
"Yes," his voice cracked lightly. "Yes, always."
The room spun and then you were facing the ceiling, Eris hovering above you. He hadn't put you in the position you expected, with you on all fours and him behind you. Just like last time. Instead, he remained inside of you as you moved, his arms coming to cage you in and one knee lifting to open you up further for him.
Then his hips ground down.
You keened, back arching and hands grasping at his strong back. The muscled moved under your fingers as he thrust into you, slowly and then a bit faster. His hair tickled at your skin as he leaned down to lick and bite at your neck. As if he couldn't stop himself, as if he needed more.
You agreed.
"More," you begged, despite your core throbbing with him.
Eris answered in kind, hips slamming harder against you. Your words seemed to unleash the control he had on his desire. His fingers tangled into your hair and instead of tugging harshly, he crashed his lips back onto yours. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, immediately battling with yours. Teeth nipped at your lip, groans filled your mouth from his. And when his fingers of his other hand trail down to your clit, rubbing in circles with just the right amount of pressure--
"Eris!"
"Give it to me," he commanded quietly, completely taking control for the first time since you got on your knees in the kitchen.
Your core tightened to the point of pain, your toes curling and legs shaking, and when you finally felt that wave of euphoria reach its peak, tears were filling your eyes. Eris coaxed you through it with soft words, telling you how good you were, how amazing you make him feel, how well you take him and come for him.
It only made the pleasure stronger. Tears leaked from your eyes squeezing shut, and your whole body was so tense you were sure you were hurting him.
But he only groaned at the feeling. His fingers kept moving, helping you through the entirety of your orgasm even as he chased his own. Hips stuttered, beginning to lose their rhythm. And when your body finally relaxed, he bent and bit down gently where your neck meets your shoulder.
The position muffled his moans, but your eyes rolled back at the sound nonetheless. His hands moved to pin your wrists by your head, fingers weaving into your own, and then his body was tense, heat filling you from the inside as he released.
His large body, slick with sweat and sex, hovered above you like both a predator and protector. It was a feeling you had never experienced; not quite like this, at least.
When Eris pulled away, you laid limp, trying to catch your breath. Your ears were still ringing, sight a bit blurry from the strength of your orgasm. But you felt as he pushed your knees to your chest, once again taking the time to look at the mess he'd made.
His voice was tired and low when he spoke. "I'll never get over this."
Kisses were placed on the inside of your thighs. It felt like a thanks in some way. Despite this being a mutually beneficial act.
When his lips neared your center, his hot breath made you clench. Gods, you wanted him again, but you knew you'd hurt.
"Next time, I'm tasting you."
It was gravelly, the way he spoke against your most private part. The raspiness in his debauched tone sending shivers down your spine. Next time. And when his finger came up to push his spend back inside of you, you gasped, fingers clenching against the sheet and seeking some sort of stability as he entered you again.
"You're okay," he cooed. He wasn't mocking you this time though. Just reassuring you that he won't go too far. That he won't push against any boundaries you can't handle.
When Eris reappeared in your line of sight, he seemed more hesitant. Like now that the act of sex was finished, he was out of his comfort zone. So opposite from most people.
He sat on the bed next to you, and you took the moment to rest and admire his body. He was gorgeous. His dark auburn hair waved against his head messily, his strong and muscular back rippling under the red marks from your nails.
Warm eyes met your own, and somehow after all of that, fire still sparked within them. "Enjoying the view?"
You couldn't help it -- you laughed. A genuine, happy laugh. "I think you can tell that I very much enjoy the view."
He cracked a smile of his own, as if he couldn't control the lightness in the air either. It only spread further as he watched you giggle a bit at the absurdity of his question.
"Yeah, well... I can't say I don't enjoy it too."
He stood slowly, stretching a bit before bending to retrieve his clothing from where it fell. Even the way he put his shirt on was hot.
"Eris?" You asked, and nerves filled you as suddenly as the words left your mouth. You didn't know what was going on between the two of you. For him, this was probably nothing more than sex. But you couldn't ignore the way you felt calm for the first time in weeks. Or the inexplicable pull you felt toward the male.
"Hm?" He hummed, looking over his shoulder as he continued dressing.
"You can visit whenever. You know that, right?"
That deadly smirk. "Is that an open invitation, little fox?"
"If you want it to be."
There. It was out in the open. You'd like to see him again. What he wanted to do with that information, or interpret it as, was up to him.
Eris was quiet for a moment, and you fidgetted. "Autumn also might be nice to visit. I'm sure you'd throw me out--"
His voice cut in harshly, "No. You can't come to Autumn."
He turned, now fully clothed, and you tried to hide the shock in your features at his tone. "Okay... No Autumn then."
"I-" A hand ran through his messy hair. "I'll come back. I have more to discuss with Rhysand anyway."
You nodded, unsure of yourself and the motives of the male in front of you.
"I'll see you soon then."
With a rare soft look over your face, one that leaves a confusing bit of hope in your chest (for what, you're not even sure), he steps back and toward your door.
"Soon," he repeats.
Then, for the second time in the last few weeks, you're left naked in your bed, completely sated and confused by Eris Vanserra.
After a mission in Illyria, you find yourself drugged with some sort of aphrodisiacal breeding tonic. You surprise yourself when you request the Autumn heir to be the one to keep you from enduring a torturous night of pain.
WC: 3.4k
Warnings: Smut, piv, fingering, dubcon (i guess due to the drug but consent is given), sex pollen, this is filthy actually
a/n: If you would like notifications for my writing, you can turn on notifications for the blog @assassinslibrary where I reblog all my fics! I do not do taglists anymore.
Slow Burn (Azriel)
You thought that if your blood had a voice, it would be screaming. It almost felt like it already was somehow. The vibration in your veins grew steadily, pulsing against your skin in a way that filled your ears with a chaotic thumping.
Madja had explained your current state as a result of your recent visit to the Illyrian camps. How one male had taken it upon himself to drug you with a shadow market breeding tonic, most often used to force unwilling females into sexual situations. You weren't sure if the target was placed on your back due to being apart of Rhys's inner circle or if you were attacked just for being a female in their camps. Regardless, it ended with you soaking through your bed sheets with sweat, abdomen cramping, and heart hammering in your chest.
The night would be filled with torment, according to Madja. The drug raised your body temperature, and you burned away any sleep tonic too quickly. So you were to suffer... unless you received assistance.
What that assistance entailed, however, was too much for you to ask of your friends.
Despite the shared history within the inner circle, you hadn't been intimate with any of its members. And at this point, many of the group were mated or interested in others. Asking any of them seemed both problematic and like an insult to their relationships.
Even if you longed for Azriel's help.
So when Madja had asked if there was anyone she could ask to treat you, you spoke the first name that came to mind other than the shadowsinger: Eris.
The name shocked you as much as you were sure it did Rhys. You weren't sure why his name came out of your mouth, and in an effort to save yourself some embarrassment, you even suggested Lucien as an alternative. But the healer had nodded at your plea, and you were certain Eris would be the first suggestion for Rhys to ask.
Both embarrassment and shame curled in your stomach with the pain already radiating there.
He would say no. Eris was not the cruel male the public knew him to be, but he was not overly generous either. He strategized. The male acted in his best interest because no other option presented itself to him throughout his life. You understood his approach, but that did not stop your anxiety at his coming rejection.
Stomach clenching, you tried to control your labored breathing. Deep breaths.
But when you nearly gave up, throat constricting around a sob at just how hot you felt, the door clicked open.
There was no time to compose yourself. Even if there was, your limbs weighed too heavily to make any movement. All you could do was turn your head slightly to eye the visitor.
Your blurry vision deceived you though, because Eris surely did not come to your aid. Right?
Delirium had come for you, you decided. That feeling of insanity and helplessness only made more tears fall down your temples and cheeks. Your imagination would keep you company tonight if nothing else.
"Now what do we have here?"
His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, the scent of autumn leaves and woody spices drifting over you in a way that had your legs clenching together. Eyelashes fluttering, you whimpered.
He was actually here. Cauldron, he came for you.
His footsteps echoed throughout the room, matching the thudding in your chest. You watched as his black boots strided agonizingly slowly toward you before coming into view next to your bed. The male seemed completely composed as he took a seat next to you. The way he leaned back with his arms crossed had his muscular thighs opening in invitation and his biceps bulging.
Gods, if you had any energy, you would have gotten to your knees right then, embarrassment be damned.
"Someone looks a little needy."
"Eris," you whined, tone unintentionally warping from frustration to desire.
"Imagine my surprise when I received a letter from Rhysand, explaining there was a little lamb here that was attacked by an Illyrian brute. And instead of asking for the assistance of someone here, she chose to ask for another, different predator. Me."
You could do nothing but watch him and try to breathe. Sweat coated your skin, and the torment of needing to be touched had you fidgeting and eyeing his large hands just barely tucked beneath his muscular arms. You wanted them on you, everywhere. On your hips, around your neck, in your mouth...
"You either don't know me or really are as dumb as the rest of them."
Maybe you were. But as you looked into his amber eyes, you couldn't help but shake your head. No, he wasn't as bad as the Illyrians. He hated them too. And he wouldn't hurt you, at least not in any way you wouldn't like.
"No?" He responded to your dismissal.
Your voice was raspy, weak as you finally spoke. "Why else would you have come then?"
Silence. He eyed you with interest, taking in more of your desperate state. His attention only made your hips drive up imperceptibly, reaching for something not there.
"Maybe I've been wanting to see what you'd look like underneath me for awhile. Maybe I'm a selfish male who would not let this opportunity go to waste."
You swallowed. "It's not selfish to help me with your actions."
He rose to his feet, leaning over you with a gracefulness that had you preening. His fingers tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear before his lips curled up slightly. He looked like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.
"That's where you're wrong. From what I know, the cure for this drug comes from my pleasure, not your own, little fox."
Leaning toward his touch before he could snatch it away, you hissed out, "Then use me. I don't care."
His smirk grew, and you relished in his confidence and the sense of control he put off. Because you had absolutely no control right now. And despite his taunts, you knew Eris Vanserra both liked to impress others and had a heart deep down.
Even if you needed him to end this, you knew he would take care of you too. In more ways than one.
He stood straight. A hum leaving his mouth as if he were considering.
"Beg."
Your mouth opened in disbelief. "Eris-"
"I said," he threatened, his strong fingers going to the button of his pants, popping them open with a snap before releasing. "Beg."
Dear gods.
"Please," you found yourself saying, tongue falling victim to your body's needs. Your face heated. "Please help me. Touch me. Do anything."
"Anything, hm?"
He palmed his cock through his trousers, and you felt more frustrated tears fill your eyes at the teasing sight.
"I should have asked someone else."
Your words didn't anger him like you hoped. Instead, he let out a chuckle, hands dropping to the covers on the bed and moving them to make room for him. "No, you're glad you didn't. Because I'm better than those Illyrian bastards, and you know it."
The first touch on your waist had you arching into him immediately, eyes rolling back despite his words. You felt so sensitive, skin screaming for his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock. He skimmed his fingers teasingly over your skin there, trailing over your chest and to your neck where he wrapped his large hand around it, giving it a testing squeeze.
"I'll help you little fox, but you know as much as I do how this is going to go."
With weakened strength, you lifted your own fingers to wrap around his own, keeping his grip on your throat.
His face came closer, lips nuzzling your jaw before lightly nipping at the skin there. "And while I might like the thought of ravishing my prey, I only like it as much as they do."
Your heart thumped. You wanted him to bite down harder. Before you could stop yourself, your legs were lifting to wrap around him, closing his hips against your own. He could have stopped your movements easily, especially with how weak you felt, but he didn't. Instead, his hardness pressed roughly against your center.
"Say it."
Mind spiraling, you canted your hips continuously against his covered length. "Please," you begged, completely and utterly desperate at this point. "Please, yes, I want that."
In an instant, his hand left your throat and shoved your legs away from his body enough to rip your pants down, shirt soon following after. You gasped at the action, skin now free to his touch, the air caressing and teasing its sensitivity. The contrast of yourself being completely exposed compared to his fully dressed figured had you ready to fully submit to him. Let him be in control, as long as he took this pain away and replaced it with mind-blowing pleasure.
Hands gripped your breasts painfully, and you moaned, begging for more. He was not listening to you though, happy to get his fill of your body before moving on. Eris moved his thumbs over your nipples, groaning at your responsiveness, and lunged forward to take one between his teeth. The yelp you let out had him gripping tighter.
His teeth moved from your nipple to your sternum before moving downward, leaving a trail of nips and marks. At your pubic bone, his fingers lifted to press inside of you, two plunging in immediately with no warning. You nearly screamed, the dying need to be filled so suddenly being appeased.
"Eris, gods..."
"Look how nice I am," he teased, nails from his other hand scratching down your torso lightly. "Getting you nice and ready to take me."
You wanted to chant that you were ready, you were so ready, had been suffering for hours now, but nothing would come out. Eyes clenched so tight you could see stars, and you focused only on the feeling of his fingers scissoring to make room for him, the feeling of him curling against your g-spot.
Pleasure was heightening, climbing on a ladder higher and higher until you nearly broke through the ceiling of your orgasm. Right when your breathing stuttered and your eyes rolling back at the feeling, however, his fingers pulled out. Your moan turned into a sob of frustration, eyes opening in astonishment to see Eris overly pleased with himself, fingers leaving his mouth.
"I told you, little fox, your pleasure won't be what cures you."
Shaking, you glared at him. "I hate you."
Another chuckle left him, but you couldn't even be irritated as you watched the male, completely hypnotized by his hands pulling down his trousers far enough to release his cock.
As soon as it came into view, you fell back against the sheets ready to beg again. You would be angry at yourself later for how quickly you gave up for him. But one look and you were gone.
He stroked himself as he looked over your body, and your mouth watered at the sight of pre-cum beading at his tip. You needed that inside of you, you needed him.
"Gods, you look so hungry for my cock."
If you didn't feel like you were dying, you would have let him fuck your throat. Instead, you just opened your legs for him again.
Eris didn't fall into you, though. His hands reached for your hips, holding tightly before flipping you over onto your stomach with little effort. Hips pulled high, he stood behind you, his height large and intimidating, with his cock swiping through your soaked folds.
"That's better," he breathed out, as if talking to himself.
Your legs shook with the weight of the drug and the rest of your body. But you held yourself up, wanting nothing more than for Eris to bury himself inside of you. The wetness dripping from you and onto the sheets below told Eris exactly that.
His cock collected that wetness, and he let out a groan, teasing himself. "You really are like a bitch in heat right now, huh?"
His hand stroked your lower back surprisingly tenderly to follow his crude words. "Don't worry, little fox. I'll take care of it."
Then he was pushing inside, the large head of his cock stretching your entrance with a sting. You let out a sharp noise at the feeling, and his hands gripped your hips to prevent you from falling forward and away from his movement. While some fingers dug into your sides with controlled restraint, his thumbs circled your skin in encouragement.
"There you go," he cooed, almost mockingly. "Stretch around my cock."
Eyes rolling back at his filthy words, you gripped onto the sheets, fingers curling to hold onto something.
He rocked slowly, and you weren't sure if he did so to help you get acclimated to his size or to allow him to watch as you stretched and worked to take him in completely. Either way, the feeling of him slowly dragging along your walls left you breathless. You whined, mouth opening to beg, when he started speeding up, his hands on your hips pulling you backward to meet his thrusts.
"Yessss..." You moaned out, unable to hold back your noises.
Eris's own moan in response had you clenching on him, cunt tightening at the hot noise. The fire in his veins seemed to absorb the feeling in your own, his cock granting your abdomen a cooling relief despite the heat radiating off him.
Fire circled your wrists suddenly, flaming cuffs pulling your hands from their place in the sheets to be behind your back instead. Your shoulders wrenched backward and your face fell into the sheets fully with the action, legs shaking harder at the loss of balance.
One of his hands moved from your hip to the band of fire, using your cuffed hands to fuck you against his cock. He felt so deep, filling you up completely. If you hadn't been drugged, you knew this feeling alone would have given you a high.
He went harder and harder, until his own grunts and groans hinted at his losing of control. Fingers gripped at you harshly, feeling and soothing and claiming all in one. His balls slapped against you and you wanted him to release everything inside of him into you, feel it dripping down your legs before he enters you again.
"Eris, please." You didn't even know what you begged for. He gave you everything you wanted.
The ferocity of his claiming was otherworldly.
Eris yanked you back farther by the cuffs, lifting your chest from the bed until he was able to lean forward flush against you. One hand now gripped your hip while the other wrapped around your throat, his strong forearm pressed to your chest. You were so close to him, and you wished you could reach back a hand and tangle your fingers in his messy auburn hair.
Instead, you tilted your head over your shoulder, seeking him. His dark eyes, riddled with lust, immediately fell to your lips, and then he claimed you with his own. The kiss was harsh and possessive, and you moaned into his mouth at the feeling. He tasted like heaven. He felt like a god.
Fingers tightened on your pulse point, enough to make your vision dance before he released. He repeated the action again, and your cunt spasmed around him. The feeling of your blood rushing to both your head and your center had you spiraling.
"You gonna milk me dry?" He rasped into your ear, teeth scraping at your ear. "Take everything I give you?"
You nodded desperately, sticking your tongue out to tell him you wanted more, more, more. More of him. He immediately closed his mouth around yours, tangling his tongue with your own.
The fire around your wrists suddenly disappeared, and your hands immediately moved to grip his forearm over your chest, the feeling of his muscles underneath the skin there raising your pleasure further.
He pounded harder, and your veins sang with the feeling. Each and every thrust hit touched everywhere inside of you. You were rising, tingling growing from your center and traveling down your legs, your limbs threatening to go numb.
You gasped at the overwhelming feeling. For the first time in your life, you were apprehensive at what was to come, even a little fearful of the intensity of it. "I can't-"
"Come on. You can do it. Make me cum."
You understood. To make him cum, he wanted you to cum.
One hand still on your throat, lips breathing and speaking unimaginably dirty things into your ear, his other hand came down to your clit, circling with light movements.
The contrast of his harsh fucking and his light teasing of your clit sent you straight into a white hot burst of pleasure. A scream tore from your throat and your legs attempted to close around his hand both in an attempt to get him closer and push away the stimulation. You clenched down on his cock so hard, pulsing around him with such intensity, that Eris let out a loud groan into your ear in response, struggling to pull out with his thrusts.
Your vision disappeared, ears ringing, body twitching, but Eris held you firm against him, muscles straining as he worked himself into you still over and over the best he could.
Once your tense body relaxed, every muscle completely exhausted, you fell limp in his arms. You could feel his own deep breaths against your back, his cock twitching inside of you as he finished filling you, and then he was gently pulling out.
"Fuck," he breathed out behind you.
You leaned forward to fall into the sheets easily, ready to sleep for a week. You could barely see from your tired eyes as he raised an arm and brushed his sweaty hair back, but your eyes tracked him as best you could, drinking him in. His bicep bulged with the action and his large cock, now glistening with your wetness and the remainder of his spend, bobbed heavily between his legs. He crouched down, spreading your legs gently to watch as the rest of him leaked from you.
His amber eyes watched intently, his jaw clenching at the erotic sight.
When he was done, he stood straight, breathing deep while pulling his trousers back up and tucking the gift he had bestowed on you back inside.
Rounding the corner of the bed, he observed your worn out body. When his eyes fell to your wrists, he picked one up lightly to inspect the damage his flames had done. Seeing nothing but just some residual redness, he placed it back on the sheets.
You closed your eyes to finally rest, no longer able to put it off. You heard shuffling with his movements, but you tuned them out as sleep threatened to overtake you. Then the soft fabric of blankets being slowly draped over your bare body brought you back to the surface. At the warm feeling, your eyes fluttered back open.
Eris stood there, a soft look in his eyes before he turned to walk out of the room, as if none of what had just transpired ever happened.
But he stopped suddenly. You watched him curiously, eyes half-lidded, and saw as his back tensed, his body going preternaturally still.
"Are you-?" You started.
He moved forward again as if frazzled, throwing the door open in his alarming state. He strode through it quickly, only for it to swing back closed with a harsh click. The noise seemed to echo in the room.
If you weren't so tired, you might have questioned his behavior. You might have asked what made him react in such a way. If he was alright.
After a mission in Illyria, you find yourself drugged with some sort of aphrodisiacal breeding tonic. With Azriel seemingly interested in Elain, who can keep you from enduring a torturous night of pain?
WC: 5k
Warnings: Smut, piv, oral (female receiving), dubcon (i guess due to the drug but consent is given), sex pollen, slight angst but mostly fluffy smut
a/n: If you would like notifications for my writing, you can turn on notifications for the blog @assassinslibrary where I reblog all my fics! I do not do taglists anymore.
Burning. An intense burning flowed through your veins, radiating from your form and making your pulse hammer under your skin. Your entire body pulsed with the movement of your blood. Sweat accumulated on your forehead, and your vision blurred slightly as you became more and more lightheaded.
"Can you hear me?" Madja asked.
You nodded, but it felt like it took everything in you to move your head up and down. She placed a small damp towel on your forehead when you began squirming.
Immediately, her strong hands held your wrists down to the bed. "Stay still, young one."
Tears lined your eyes in frustration. You needed -- you needed...
What on earth did you need? What was happening to you?
"Madja-" you started, breaking off with a gasp at a sudden pain in your abdomen. "Am I dying?"
She scoffed. "No. Not as long as any of your friends can help it."
"What's happening to me?"
She stroked your hair back, and you couldn't help the way your stomach knotted at the action. It had to be bad if she was showing this much sensitivity.
"You were drugged. At the Illyrian camps, one of the males must have slipped you a strong tonic."
You tried to think back to all who you had interacted with, but your mind was fuzzy, brain unable to focus with the ripple of electricity buzzing under your skin.
A tear broke free and rolled down your cheek despite your attempts to hold it in. You felt so uncomfortable, so uneasy, the pain steadily rising...
"Madja." A strong, very male voice broke through the haze.
Rhys. He was here, and he would make sure you survived. He always did.
But it was silent. You could barely see the way his eyebrows knitted together in concern and concentration as he spoke mind to mind with Madja. You reached trembling fingers out toward him, but he stood completely still, not faltering at your rasping breaths or pleas.
"Rhys..." you breathed out.
He swallowed harshly, and then he was breaking his conversation with Madja and turning his piercing violet eyes to you. They cut through the haze around your mind and vision, wrapping your attention entirely around him.
Still, he said nothing. Only nodded slightly in that graceful way of his before backing out of the room swiftly.
A whimper left your throat at his absence, a foreign feeling of betrayal burying deep in your chest at his loss of safety and protection. And then you were twisting with pain once again. Madja was quick to step back to your side. She delicately dabbed at your sweat-soaked skin, and you put whatever energy you had into focusing on your breathing.
"It is a breeding tonic."
The ringing in your ears quieted at her explanation, and you listened to your heart beat faster and faster as you waited for her to explain. Your skin tingled with discomfort and a need to do something.
"Illyrians often use it on unwilling females. It seems one may have wanted revenge. Or an immoral night of pleasure. Possibly both."
You swallowed, trying to soothe your dry throat to no avail. "Why does it hurt?"
A sigh, and then she was rewetting the fabric. Her attention cast downward, but you still felt her voice wash over you as she spoke. "Your only antidote is in what they would take from you. The pain makes it more likely for the females to give in."
The only sound in the room came from the water in the bucket by your bedside and your raspy breaths.
Who did this to you? Who would do this to you? Wretched, disgusting, fucking animals, all of them.
"Rhysand had put you under, and I have kept you unconscious with sleep aids until this point but your body is burning through them too quickly. Is there anyone we can ask to treat you?" Madja asked, the damp fabric dabbing at the beaded sweat on your skin.
Treat you. As if they would be feeding you medicine, monitoring your symptoms and heart rate. No. Madja wasn't asking if there was someone who could check your temperature and put you to bed. She was asking if there was someone who could appease your body and take you to bed.
There wasn't. Even if you felt comfortable enough asking one of your best friends, they were all happily mated or in relationships. Rhysand had Feyre, Cassian had Nesta, and Azriel... he had Elain.
Your mind drifted to the strong shadowsinger, picturing the moment you had seen him last. In the training circle, his leathers had long been stripped and the muscles rippling under tan skin had been addictive to watch. His chest heaved with each controlled breath, sweat dripping down his chest, lower, lower, lower, until the small beads dip under his waistband, led by the small trail of hair and contracting muscles pointing directly downward toward his--
A cramp ravaged your abdomen so suddenly and viciously that you audibly cried out, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes and sliding down your temples.
Azriel. The male who had proved you wrong when you had trusted no one. The one who came to your rescue when the priestess temple was invaded. The one who trained you to be lethal and vicious and better than you proved yourself to be on your latest mission.
You would always want him. But he always seemed to want someone else.
Muffled sounds in the hall distracted you briefly, but the cramps, nausea, dizziness, fever, lethargy, it all left you feeling dreadful and delirious, your mind far away from the present moment.
You pushed the damp cloth away with little energy, gritting out through clenched teeth, "There is no one."
Madja sighed, her facial expression stern in your blurry gaze.
When she stood, she dumped the towel into the bowl of water, patting her hands dry on her clothing. "Would you like me to ask for someone to be chosen for you--"
"A stranger? No."
This wasn't just a one-night-stand. You felt small and weak and vulnerable. You didn't know what you were going to say or do. There was no way you wanted to be in this situation with someone you didn't trust. Good male or not, you would feel uncomfortable and exposed with no ability to defend yourself.
"Without treatment, your temperature will rise to dangerous levels. The pain will increase. You will be left to suffer overnight until your body burns away the drug. You will be delirious and will beg for it to end. I have seen the effects of such a drug; it is not pretty."
You would not endure the unpredictable touch of a stranger and you would not force your friends into a difficult position. One they, and their mates, were unlikely to forgive you for.
You licked your dry lips, voice catching as you asked, "Autumn... Eris or Lucien?"
Madja showed no judgement as she nodded. "I will have Rhys send a letter."
Then her hand dropped from your body, the sound of her footsteps fading away as the ringing in your ears increased. Burning, burning, burning. You needed an ice bath, to jump in the Sidra, to peel the skin from your bones, reach inside of yourself and quell the ache.
Small sobs left your mouth.
You heard shouting. An outraged "Eris?" and shuffling of feet. You weren't sure if your hearing was going in and out or if the voices were fluctuating.
It was not difficult to recognize Rhysand's stern voice echoing through the house and disrupting your muddled state, his position as High Lord a declaration in his tone. "This is not up to you."
"He will take advantage-"
"She is asking for him."
"Let me talk to her." The voice was quieter. Muffled and hard to make out. "If afterward, she still wishes for him then that will be her choice."
Quiet. Only the ringing. Your pulse as it beat, beat, beat in your head. The sweat and tears slowly dripping from your skin. The tremble in your limbs.
And then a knock.
You did not answer, you could not answer. But it was as if this was known, because the door inched open slowly anyway, revealing deep hazel eyes and the broad frame of Azriel.
A whimper escaped at the sight of him, your body reacting to his presence. It was not abnormal for you to preen in his presence, to admire his beauty and long for something more. But this was heightened. Your abdomen knotted up at his concerned expression and strong hands reaching out to you hesitantly.
He sat slowly next to you, fingers just barely brushing the sheets of the bed you laid upon. You whined, only inches away from his touch.
"Sweetheart..." Azriel mumbled under his breath, looking you over with worry.
The sound of his deep voice nearly made your eyes roll back, shivers trailing down your already trembling form. You want that voice to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning along your neck and cheek as he claimed you.
"Azriel," you gasped. In any other moment, if you were coherent, you would have been embarrassed at the need in your own voice. You sounded absolutely debauched.
"I'm here." His fingers moved quicker than your blurry vision could track, and suddenly they were on your skin. A breath whooshed from your chest as strong capable hands caressed your face, thumbs stroking at the heated skin with reverence and fear.
"Gods, you're burning up."
You focused on his eyes, dizziness making all other surroundings blend into the background. You wanted him so desperately. You wanted him to move those hands down, gliding across your neck down to your sweat-slicked chest, grasping at your breasts and your hips and your ass...
His hands were gone as he spoke sternly. "You need water. You're dehydrated and feverish."
As he poured water into a glass, you could have sworn you heard him mumble something about a "stubborn female," but your mind was already spinning and you felt on the brink of delirium. You were half convinced Azriel wasn't even really there.
"Drink."
Cold water poured slowly into your mouth and down your throat. You greedily swallowed it, trying to reach up with your hands to grasp the glass and send more flowing down. Azriel shushed you instead, stroking the skin of your arm with his free hand as a way of telling you he's got you.
When the glass was empty and the internal fire ravaging your body dimmed only slightly, Azriel skimmed your form, fingers fidgeting with inaction.
"Who drugged you?"
His voice was lethal, and it sent a pang of pleasure to your core. You held back a whine. "I don't know."
"I'll kill them for what they were planning to do. For what they did."
You couldn't respond. It felt like you were being stabbed, skinned alive, split open. Your skin burned and your abdomen ached. Each limb weighed a thousand pounds and your tongue felt like lead in your mouth.
And the anger in his tone only amplified your agony. His fury was palpable and as easily as you imagined him taking you gently and lovingly, you pictured his harshness and ragged edges as he instead pinned you down and ravished you. Your body suddenly ached for bruises and bites and possession.
It was getting worse. This was so much worse than when you first woke.
Tears flooded your eyes as your head swiveled to the side, noticing the darkness still shadowing the sky. There would be hours more of this. Hours of torture and pain.
"You need to go," you breathed out. "You're making it worse."
"Let me help you."
His words were short but confident. Both a demand and plea, although you knew deep down it was a question. He would do nothing without your consent.
Frustration built inside your chest. You so badly wanted to say yes, your lungs ached to scream it. But there in the back of your mind was Elain. Bright and beautiful and holding the desire of the male beside you.
You could not withstand having him for one night only to be thrown away after. Eris or Lucien would be preferred.
"I can't," you choked out, a tormented cry catching in your throat as you spoke the words you so badly didn't want to.
Instead of taking the chair next to your bed once again, Azriel crouched by your side, trying to be eye-level with you. He swallowed harshly, eyes moving across your face and studying you with a pained look that rivaled your own.
His mouth opened then closed, as if trying to hold down his arguments. Finally, he said, "I will not hurt you. I will be respectful and gentle and thorough--"
"It is Elain!"
The words flew from your chest with a desperation. A release you needed to let go, a way to get him to stop talking, a plea to stop making your pain worse.
Azriel only shook his head, though. "I do not understand."
"I will not--" you took a breath trying to stay focused. "I will not lie with a male who wishes me to be someone else."
"Someone else," he repeated.
At the silence permeating the room, the only sound coming from your labored breaths, Azriel mumbled, "You stubborn, stubborn female."
Hands cupped your face again and your own gained enough strength to hold onto his wrists. Despite your words, you could not bear for his touch to leave your skin again. He looked desperate and hungry as he brought your face toward his own and looked into your eyes.
"There is no one and will never be anyone I wish to be with who is not you."
Nails dug into the skin of his wrists. Thighs clenched and eyelashes fluttered.
"I have been in love with you for ages. You are courageous and perfect and exasperatingly maddening."
His lips inched closer.
"When I heard you were injured in Illyria, I nearly tore this house apart to get to you... And when I heard the issue, I wanted to kill all of the soldiers and any other male near you."
You shivered, mesmerized.
"Don't make me keep watching you in pain."
Then quietly, a temptation. "Just say the word, and I will make it all stop."
Lips brushing against your own, just barely. Enough to make you whimper without satiating any of the fire beneath your skin. "I will give you anything."
"Please," you begged.
Azriel only continued to tease and hold back. Thumb stroking your cheek and lips still hovering, touching and fleeting along your own. "Not that word."
But you couldn't think. Your mind felt like it was in a blender, spinning and spinning with nothing to focus on but those hazel eyes and those words. His shocking words of admiration. You did not know anything but him -- his touch and his eyes and his voice...
"Azriel..."
His large hand stroked your sweaty hair back from your face. "Yes, sweet girl?"
Yes. His word echoed in your head. Yes, yes, yes, you wanted him so badly.
"Yes," you whispered against his lips, feeling hypnotized by his presence.
Just that one word. As the last syllable left your lips, his own were pressing down. You immediately trembled against him, into him, moaning into his mouth. You were completely drawn in, a spell overtaking your mind and body. The feel of him was addicting.
Powering through the weight of your limbs, you dragged your hands into his hair, gripping and tugging, greedily trying to take all that you could. You needed help, you needed more.
Azriel pushed your shoulders back at your insistence. The panicked noise that left you had him immediately leaning back in, standing to hover over you and move closer into the bed. You wanted him in the bed, in you, absolutely everywhere. Fingers clasped into the hem of his pants, but he did not let you get far, stopping your fumbling hands.
"Patience," he spoke against you, moving his lips to your neck and soothing the sting under your skin there. "I'll make you feel better."
The feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth on your neck had you moaning in relief. "I need more."
Azriel’s fingers slid from your face to your chest, and you arched into him. They explored and teased, moving down your side and underneath you until his hand rested firmly beneath your shirt, palm flat against your warm skin. You used the hand as a platform, arching against it and toward his body. He accepted you greedily, leaning down to trail his lips further down your neck and to your chest, the fabric lifted to give him access. You could feel the arousal pooling in your underwear, soaking you, and you couldn’t help the noise that escaped your throat as his teeth bit down on your right breast lightly.
Tilting your head, you watched the veins in his hand as he grasped you, the muscles in his back tensing with his movements.
Your hands snuck between the both of you, fingers still shaking, and found their way to his abs, pressing into his sculpted skin and moving downward. Before you could reach the waistband of his sweatpants again, his scarred hands engulfed your own, pinning them above your head.
"What did I say, sweetheart?"
You whined, arching into him both seeking his touch and begging to be released.
"You're torturing me."
“What do you need? I want you to say it."
The pang of annoyance that made an appearance at his teasing was overtaken by need, a cramp stabbing through you.
"You, you, I've always -- I need you-" you rushed out.
You wanted to yell at him to hurry and do something, because you swore you would internally combust if he didn’t give you more. But your voice was exhausted, and your words caught in your throat, as his strong hands released your wrists and moved underneath your pants to finger the elastic of your underwear. You lifted your hips eagerly to help him pull them both down, your own fingers now gripping the pillow beneath you.
“Such a pretty girl,” Azriel breathed out as he moved lower, lips beginning to tease the inside of your thighs. Your hips bucked at the feeling, tears of frustration nearly spilling over.
His hands caressed the remaining untouched skin, moving up and down your legs before one strong hand rested on your stomach and another began to explore your center. His thumb brought the slickness from your core up to your clit and back down again, spreading your lips for his view as if he were there solely to admire you. His hazel eyes were heavy with lust as he watched his own fingers explore your body. A protest was on your tongue when his middle finger slowly prodded and breached your entrance, filling you swiftly.
You nearly jumped at the intrusion, reaching down with limited strength to grip the strong forearm resting on your abdomen. Azriel briefly glanced up to make sure you were okay before continuing with his movements, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you.
His lips retraced their previous pattern on your thighs, only this time edging closer to your core. Distracted by the movement of his mouth, you let out a yelp of surprise as Azriel added a second finger.
“You okay?” He asked against your thigh, voice husky. His lust-filled eyes met yours through his dark eyelashes and you nearly moaned at the sight of him laying between your legs, cunt tightening and pulsing at the view.
You nodded desperately, head falling back as his large fingers stretched you out, rhythmically curling against the spot inside you that made you see stars. Your vision swam even more than before, and you thought you might pass out.
You were gushing around him, your wetness coating the inside of your thighs. The pleasure he was bringing you was going straight to your head, and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You were unsure how he was making you feel this good with only his fingers, unable to question if it was due to his own skill or because of the drug in your veins. You stopped caring immediately when he suddenly licked lightly over your clit, placing a gentle kiss there before sucking lightly.
You gasped at the feeling and out of nowhere your walls were clamping down on his fingers, pulsing around them sporadically, and you were gripping his arm tight enough to bruise, the muscles underneath your fingertips flexing.
Vision gone black, you came down heavily, feet kicking at Azriel weakly in an attempt to gift you some relief. His tongue lapped at you like he was begging for more time to savor your taste, but with your insistence, he acquiesced.
Azriel had barely pulled away before he was placing the two fingers that had been inside of you into his mouth, trying to appease his need to get more of your taste.
You nearly came again at the sight.
The fabric of your clothes was suffocating, and at your attempts to pull at it, Azriel immediately moved to free you from the restrictions.
His hands replaced the clothing immediately, once again feeling the bare area that had been sanctioned off to him for so long. Large hands groped your breasts, tongue tasting your sweat-salty skin.
“Az, please.”
He released you, although it looked like it took an effort. “I’ve got you.”
Leaving one last kiss on your sternum in between your breasts, he sat back, hooking his thumbs under the band of his pants. Your anxiety steadily rose at the action, your current state making you wary. Were his words spoken under pressure? Will he still want you tomorrow?
He immediately sensed the change in your body language, eyes meeting your own. “I can keep-”
“No,” you blurted out, desperate to have more of him. “I’m okay.” You tried to push his lengthy history out of your mind, the history that included both Mor and Elain, before it created more of an ache in your chest.
“We don't have to do anything you don't want. I stop when you say.”
“Okay,” you breathed out.
He gave you a small smile, leaning forward to kiss your lips gently. While he was distracting you with the feel of his mouth on your own, his tongue beginning to explore yours, he slowly reached with one hand and pulled his sweatpants down and off, leaving you both completely nude in the bed.
His hand returned to stroke up your burning skin, following a path to your breast and back down to your core, feeling to ensure you were still soaked before moving any further. At the assurance, he grabbed ahold of his cock, guiding it to your cunt and dragging it through your folds. The wetness made him groan, and you released a gasp into his mouth at the feeling of him. Your fingers gripped his biceps and he moved his forearms up to cage your head, grabbing your own hands along the way, leaning over you and covering you fully with his body as his fingers intertwined with your own.
His bright eyes questioned you one last time, giving you an out, no questions asked.
“Please, I need you. I want you,” is all you said, barely a whisper, but he heard it. Then, he was pushing forward.
The head of his cock breached your entrance, and you whimpered at the intrusion. You didn’t get a good look at it, but now you wished you would have because he was big. You figured he would be from his heightened power, strength, and overall large stature, but he felt even bigger than you imagined. Your fingers gripped his own harshly, holding onto him both to ground your anxieties and in hopes he’d keep going.
Azriel entered you slowly, his thickness stretching and stretching you until you felt only a deep sting, your breath catching in your throat. He was quick to soothe you, whispering quiet praises into your ear, telling you that you were being so good, that you were taking his cock better than anyone ever had, that you felt so good wrapped around him.
It felt as if it took forever for him to fully enter you, but at last he hit your cervix, sending a pained squeak out of you. You weren't even sure if he had fit all of himself into you.
“So good, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”
He pulled out nearly all the way before slowly re-entering you, the drag of his cock against your walls sending fireworks flying across your vision.
“Oh my gods.”
The burning under your skin cooled with each movement, the cramping in your abdomen turning into pleasure. His hips moved freely into you, his pelvis grazing your clit with each surge forward.
"That good? My sweet girl feeling better on my cock?"
Your eyes rolled back at the words, pain ebbing into pleasure, the sting of the stretch and the trembling in your bones fading away in favor of a heavenly feeling spreading through you.
"You're huge, Az-"
"I'm yours, sweetheart."
His lips hovered over your own, your noses brushing against each other's as he moved into you. The feeling was so overwhelming, the fluidity in which you became one, and you found yourself removing your hands from his, wrapping your arms around him and instead clutching his back, mindful of the wings hovering around the two of you.
You clung to him, and you could hear the whimper that escaped you as he began to move faster, his muscles moving underneath your fingertips.
“Cauldron, you feel like heaven.”
You couldn’t even respond. Your nerves were tingling with pleasure, your mind was still hazy from the drugs, and tears were blurring your vision from how good you felt. You were gasping, listening to his own groans, the sounds you made as you connected, and the movement of your bodies against the sheets. Your brain was gone, replaced by complete bliss as he entered you over and over and over again.
Azriel recognized the glossed over eyes, the incoherent whimpers and moans, the way you couldn’t seem to get out a thought. Your fingers drew him in closer, massaging his back and arms while his own hands explored your body, trailing from your calves to your face. His palm cupped your jaw, his hand moving until his fingers were tangled in your hair.
“Gorgeous girl. Want you to let go and take what I give you. Let me make you feel better." His gaze faltered from your own as he moved his thumb from where he was stroking your cheek to move down against your clit, bringing some of your wetness up toward it before moving at a deliberately gentle and teasing pace.
Your toes pointed, body tensing to the point of pain, and hips attempting to raise off the bed. Azriel only held your hip down, forcing you to absorb what he offered. “That’s it, come on. Want to feel you around me. Want to watch you come undone.”
His thumb brought you higher and higher, his giant cock moving through your walls like he was made solely to pleasure you. Tears finally fell over and down the sides of your face, dripping onto the sheets below as you nearly let out a scream.
Then you unraveled. Legs shaking, fingers grabbing onto anything, cunt clamping down onto his cock as if he was going to leave you, fluttering and pulsating until you only saw white behind your eyes and felt the burning hot waves of an orgasm shoot through your veins, traveling up your back and straight to your brain.
Then it suddenly felt like you had been shoved underwater, the embrace of the cool liquid soothing your skin, your heartbeat, any pain that had been coursing through you.
You were floating, completely at peace as your high dwindled back down.
When the feeling passed, you could hear Azriel faintly grunting but your hearing was still submerged, ears ringing from your high.
The warm feeling of his spend filling you up soothed whatever was left of the ache in your body, like a primal medication with immediate effects. Then your vision was back, and Azriel's head was hanging forward, hair dangling into your face as he watched himself pull out of you.
You let out a noise of discontent as he removed himself, but he was quick to try to appease you with a kiss to your lips, his fingers busy pulling his pants back on.
When he pulled back, you were breathless. The effects of the drug were gone only to be replaced by the addictive male in front of you.
"Better?"
Nodding, you reached for his fingers. "I don't know what to say or where to start. Thank you."
The love in his eyes was obvious, and you wondered how you had missed his eyes on you this whole time. How long had he looked at you like this?
"You don't have to thank me."
You brought him back down to you, ready to finally rest under his strong and protective arms. A conversation long in the making ready to be had in the morning.
He kissed you once, twice, before pulling back.
"You do have to explain why you asked for Eris, though."
After a mission in Illyria, you find yourself drugged with some sort of aphrodisiacal breeding tonic. You surprise yourself when you request the Autumn heir to be the one to keep you from enduring a torturous night of pain.
WC: 3.4k
Warnings: Smut, piv, fingering, dubcon (i guess due to the drug but consent is given), sex pollen, this is filthy actually
a/n: If you would like notifications for my writing, you can turn on notifications for the blog @assassinslibrary where I reblog all my fics! I do not do taglists anymore.
Slow Burn (Azriel) | Part 2
You thought that if your blood had a voice, it would be screaming. It almost felt like it already was somehow. The vibration in your veins grew steadily, pulsing against your skin in a way that filled your ears with a chaotic thumping.
Madja had explained your current state as a result of your recent visit to the Illyrian camps. How one male had taken it upon himself to drug you with a shadow market breeding tonic, most often used to force unwilling females into sexual situations. You weren't sure if the target was placed on your back due to being apart of Rhys's inner circle or if you were attacked just for being a female in their camps. Regardless, it ended with you soaking through your bed sheets with sweat, abdomen cramping, and heart hammering in your chest.
The night would be filled with torment, according to Madja. The drug raised your body temperature, and you burned away any sleep tonic too quickly. So you were to suffer... unless you received assistance.
What that assistance entailed, however, was too much for you to ask of your friends.
Despite the shared history within the inner circle, you hadn't been intimate with any of its members. And at this point, many of the group were mated or interested in others. Asking any of them seemed both problematic and like an insult to their relationships.
Even if you longed for Azriel's help.
So when Madja had asked if there was anyone she could ask to treat you, you spoke the first name that came to mind other than the shadowsinger: Eris.
The name shocked you as much as you were sure it did Rhys. You weren't sure why his name came out of your mouth, and in an effort to save yourself some embarrassment, you even suggested Lucien as an alternative. But the healer had nodded at your plea, and you were certain Eris would be the first suggestion for Rhys to ask.
Both embarrassment and shame curled in your stomach with the pain already radiating there.
He would say no. Eris was not the cruel male the public knew him to be, but he was not overly generous either. He strategized. The male acted in his best interest because no other option presented itself to him throughout his life. You understood his approach, but that did not stop your anxiety at his coming rejection.
Stomach clenching, you tried to control your labored breathing. Deep breaths.
But when you nearly gave up, throat constricting around a sob at just how hot you felt, the door clicked open.
There was no time to compose yourself. Even if there was, your limbs weighed too heavily to make any movement. All you could do was turn your head slightly to eye the visitor.
Your blurry vision deceived you though, because Eris surely did not come to your aid. Right?
Delirium had come for you, you decided. That feeling of insanity and helplessness only made more tears fall down your temples and cheeks. Your imagination would keep you company tonight if nothing else.
"Now what do we have here?"
His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, the scent of autumn leaves and woody spices drifting over you in a way that had your legs clenching together. Eyelashes fluttering, you whimpered.
He was actually here. Cauldron, he came for you.
His footsteps echoed throughout the room, matching the thudding in your chest. You watched as his black boots strided agonizingly slowly toward you before coming into view next to your bed. The male seemed completely composed as he took a seat next to you. The way he leaned back with his arms crossed had his muscular thighs opening in invitation and his biceps bulging.
Gods, if you had any energy, you would have gotten to your knees right then, embarrassment be damned.
"Someone looks a little needy."
"Eris," you whined, tone unintentionally warping from frustration to desire.
"Imagine my surprise when I received a letter from Rhysand, explaining there was a little lamb here that was attacked by an Illyrian brute. And instead of asking for the assistance of someone here, she chose to ask for another, different predator. Me."
You could do nothing but watch him and try to breathe. Sweat coated your skin, and the torment of needing to be touched had you fidgeting and eyeing his large hands just barely tucked beneath his muscular arms. You wanted them on you, everywhere. On your hips, around your neck, in your mouth...
"You either don't know me or really are as dumb as the rest of them."
Maybe you were. But as you looked into his amber eyes, you couldn't help but shake your head. No, he wasn't as bad as the Illyrians. He hated them too. And he wouldn't hurt you, at least not in any way you wouldn't like.
"No?" He responded to your dismissal.
Your voice was raspy, weak as you finally spoke. "Why else would you have come then?"
Silence. He eyed you with interest, taking in more of your desperate state. His attention only made your hips drive up imperceptibly, reaching for something not there.
"Maybe I've been wanting to see what you'd look like underneath me for awhile. Maybe I'm a selfish male who would not let this opportunity go to waste."
You swallowed. "It's not selfish to help me with your actions."
He rose to his feet, leaning over you with a gracefulness that had you preening. His fingers tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear before his lips curled up slightly. He looked like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.
"That's where you're wrong. From what I know, the cure for this drug comes from my pleasure, not your own, little fox."
Leaning toward his touch before he could snatch it away, you hissed out, "Then use me. I don't care."
His smirk grew, and you relished in his confidence and the sense of control he put off. Because you had absolutely no control right now. And despite his taunts, you knew Eris Vanserra both liked to impress others and had a heart deep down.
Even if you needed him to end this, you knew he would take care of you too. In more ways than one.
He stood straight. A hum leaving his mouth as if he were considering.
"Beg."
Your mouth opened in disbelief. "Eris-"
"I said," he threatened, his strong fingers going to the button of his pants, popping them open with a snap before releasing. "Beg."
Dear gods.
"Please," you found yourself saying, tongue falling victim to your body's needs. Your face heated. "Please help me. Touch me. Do anything."
"Anything, hm?"
He palmed his cock through his trousers, and you felt more frustrated tears fill your eyes at the teasing sight.
"I should have asked someone else."
Your words didn't anger him like you hoped. Instead, he let out a chuckle, hands dropping to the covers on the bed and moving them to make room for him. "No, you're glad you didn't. Because I'm better than those Illyrian bastards, and you know it."
The first touch on your waist had you arching into him immediately, eyes rolling back despite his words. You felt so sensitive, skin screaming for his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock. He skimmed his fingers teasingly over your skin there, trailing over your chest and to your neck where he wrapped his large hand around it, giving it a testing squeeze.
"I'll help you little fox, but you know as much as I do how this is going to go."
With weakened strength, you lifted your own fingers to wrap around his own, keeping his grip on your throat.
His face came closer, lips nuzzling your jaw before lightly nipping at the skin there. "And while I might like the thought of ravishing my prey, I only like it as much as they do."
Your heart thumped. You wanted him to bite down harder. Before you could stop yourself, your legs were lifting to wrap around him, closing his hips against your own. He could have stopped your movements easily, especially with how weak you felt, but he didn't. Instead, his hardness pressed roughly against your center.
"Say it."
Mind spiraling, you canted your hips continuously against his covered length. "Please," you begged, completely and utterly desperate at this point. "Please, yes, I want that."
In an instant, his hand left your throat and shoved your legs away from his body enough to rip your pants down, shirt soon following after. You gasped at the action, skin now free to his touch, the air caressing and teasing its sensitivity. The contrast of yourself being completely exposed compared to his fully dressed figured had you ready to fully submit to him. Let him be in control, as long as he took this pain away and replaced it with mind-blowing pleasure.
Hands gripped your breasts painfully, and you moaned, begging for more. He was not listening to you though, happy to get his fill of your body before moving on. Eris moved his thumbs over your nipples, groaning at your responsiveness, and lunged forward to take one between his teeth. The yelp you let out had him gripping tighter.
His teeth moved from your nipple to your sternum before moving downward, leaving a trail of nips and marks. At your pubic bone, his fingers lifted to press inside of you, two plunging in immediately with no warning. You nearly screamed, the dying need to be filled so suddenly being appeased.
"Eris, gods..."
"Look how nice I am," he teased, nails from his other hand scratching down your torso lightly. "Getting you nice and ready to take me."
You wanted to chant that you were ready, you were so ready, had been suffering for hours now, but nothing would come out. Eyes clenched so tight you could see stars, and you focused only on the feeling of his fingers scissoring to make room for him, the feeling of him curling against your g-spot.
Pleasure was heightening, climbing a ladder higher and higher until it nearly broke through the ceiling of your orgasm. Right when your breathing stuttered and your eyes began rolling back at the overwhelming feeling, though, his fingers pulled out. Your moan turned into a sob of frustration, eyes opening in astonishment to see Eris overly pleased with himself, fingers leaving his mouth.
"I told you, little fox, your pleasure won't be what cures you."
Shaking, you glared at him. "I hate you."
Another chuckle left him, but you couldn't even be irritated as you watched the male, completely hypnotized by his hands pulling down his trousers far enough to release his cock.
As soon as it came into view, you fell back against the sheets ready to beg again. You would be angry at yourself later for how quickly you gave up for him. But one look and you were gone.
He stroked himself as he looked over your body, and your mouth watered at the sight of pre-cum beading at his tip. You needed that inside of you, you needed him.
"Gods, you look so hungry for my cock."
If you didn't feel like you were dying, you would have let him fuck your throat. Instead, you just opened your legs for him again.
Eris didn't fall into you, though. His hands reached for your hips, holding tightly before flipping you over onto your stomach with little effort. Hips pulled high, he stood behind you, his height large and intimidating, with his cock swiping through your soaked folds.
"That's better," he breathed out, as if talking to himself.
Your legs shook with the weight of the drug and the rest of your body. But you held yourself up, wanting nothing more than for Eris to bury himself inside of you. The wetness dripping from you and onto the sheets below told Eris exactly that.
His cock collected that wetness, and he let out a groan, teasing himself. "You really are like a bitch in heat right now, huh?"
His hand stroked your lower back surprisingly tenderly to follow his crude words. "Don't worry, little fox. I'll take care of it."
Then he was pushing inside, the large head of his cock stretching your entrance with a sting. You let out a sharp noise at the feeling, and his hands gripped your hips to prevent you from falling forward and away from his movement. While some fingers dug into your sides with controlled restraint, his thumbs circled your skin in encouragement.
"There you go," he cooed, almost mockingly. "Stretch around my cock."
Eyes rolling back at his filthy words, you gripped onto the sheets, fingers curling to hold onto something.
He rocked slowly, and you weren't sure if he did so to help you get acclimated to his size or to allow him to watch as you stretched and worked to take him in completely. Either way, the feeling of him slowly dragging along your walls left you breathless. You whined, mouth opening to beg, when he started speeding up, his hands on your hips pulling you backward to meet his thrusts.
"Yessss..." You moaned out, unable to hold back your noises.
Eris's own moan in response had you clenching on him, cunt tightening at the hot noise. The fire in his veins seemed to absorb the feeling in your own, his cock granting your abdomen a cooling relief despite the heat radiating off him.
Fire circled your wrists suddenly, flaming cuffs pulling your hands from their place in the sheets to be behind your back instead. Your shoulders wrenched backward and your face fell into the sheets fully with the action, legs shaking harder at the loss of balance.
One of his hands moved from your hip to the band of fire, using your cuffed hands to fuck you against his cock. He felt so deep, filling you up completely. If you hadn't been drugged, you knew this feeling alone would have given you a high.
He went harder and harder, until his own grunts and groans hinted at his losing of control. Fingers gripped at you harshly, feeling and soothing and claiming all in one. His balls slapped against you and you wanted him to release everything inside of him into you, feel it dripping down your legs before he enters you again.
"Eris, please." You didn't even know what you begged for. He gave you everything you wanted.
The ferocity of his claiming was otherworldly.
Eris yanked you back farther by the cuffs, lifting your chest from the bed until he was able to lean forward flush against you. One hand now gripped your hip while the other wrapped around your throat, his strong forearm pressed to your chest. You were so close to him, and you wished you could reach back a hand and tangle your fingers in his messy auburn hair.
Instead, you tilted your head over your shoulder, seeking him. His dark eyes, riddled with lust, immediately fell to your lips, and then he claimed you with his own. The kiss was harsh and possessive, and you moaned into his mouth at the feeling. He tasted like heaven. He felt like a god.
Fingers tightened on your pulse point, enough to make your vision dance before he released. He repeated the action again, and your cunt spasmed around him. The feeling of your blood rushing to both your head and your center had you spiraling.
"You gonna milk me dry?" He rasped into your ear, teeth scraping at your ear. "Take everything I give you?"
You nodded desperately, sticking your tongue out to tell him you wanted more, more, more. More of him. He immediately closed his mouth around yours, tangling his tongue with your own.
The fire around your wrists suddenly disappeared, and your hands immediately moved to grip his forearm over your chest, the feeling of his muscles underneath the skin there raising your pleasure further.
He pounded harder, and your veins sang with the feeling. Each and every thrust touched everywhere inside of you. You were rising, tingling growing from your center and traveling down your legs, your limbs threatening to go numb.
You gasped at the overwhelming feeling. For the first time in your life, you were apprehensive at what was to come, even a little fearful of the intensity of it. "I can't-"
"Come on. You can do it. Make me cum."
You understood. To make him cum, he wanted you to cum.
One hand still on your throat, lips breathing and speaking unimaginably dirty things into your ear, his other hand came down to your clit, circling with light movements.
The contrast of his harsh fucking and his light teasing of your clit sent you straight into a white hot burst of pleasure. A scream tore from your throat and your legs attempted to close around his hand both in an attempt to get him closer and push away the stimulation. You clenched down on his cock so hard, pulsing around him with such intensity, that Eris let out a loud groan into your ear in response, struggling to pull out with his thrusts.
Your vision disappeared, ears ringing, body twitching, but Eris held you firm against him, muscles straining as he worked himself into you still over and over the best he could.
Once your tense body relaxed, every muscle completely exhausted, you fell limp in his arms. You could feel his own deep breaths against your back, his cock twitching inside of you as he finished filling you, and then he was gently pulling out.
"Fuck," he breathed out behind you.
You leaned forward to fall into the sheets easily, ready to sleep for a week. You could barely see from your tired eyes as he raised an arm and brushed his sweaty hair back, but your eyes tracked him as best you could, drinking him in. His bicep bulged with the action and his large cock, now glistening with your wetness and the remainder of his spend, bobbed heavily between his legs. He crouched down, spreading your legs gently to watch as the rest of him leaked from you.
His amber eyes watched intently, his jaw clenching at the erotic sight.
When he was done, he stood straight, breathing deep while pulling his trousers back up and tucking the gift he had bestowed on you back inside.
Rounding the corner of the bed, he observed your worn out body. When his eyes fell to your wrists, he picked one up lightly to inspect the damage his flames had done. Seeing nothing but just some residual redness, he placed it back on the sheets.
You closed your eyes to finally rest, no longer able to put it off. You heard shuffling with his movements, but you tuned them out as sleep threatened to overtake you. Then the soft fabric of blankets being slowly draped over your bare body brought you back to the surface. At the warm feeling, your eyes fluttered back open.
Eris stood there, a soft look in his eyes before he turned to walk out of the room, as if none of what had just transpired ever happened.
But he stopped suddenly. You watched him curiously, eyes half-lidded, and saw as his back tensed, his body going preternaturally still.
"Are you-?" You started.
He moved forward again as if frazzled, throwing the door open in his alarming state. He strode through it quickly, only for it to swing back closed with a harsh click. The noise seemed to echo in the room.
If you weren't so tired, you might have questioned his behavior. You might have asked what made him react in such a way. If he was alright.
After a mission in Illyria, you find yourself drugged with some sort of aphrodisiacal breeding tonic. You surprise yourself when you request the Autumn heir to be the one to keep you from enduring a torturous night of pain.
WC: 3.4k
Warnings: Smut, piv, fingering, dubcon (i guess due to the drug but consent is given), sex pollen, this is filthy actually
a/n: If you would like notifications for my writing, you can turn on notifications for the blog @assassinslibrary where I reblog all my fics! I do not do taglists anymore.
Slow Burn (Azriel) | Part 2
You thought that if your blood had a voice, it would be screaming. It almost felt like it already was somehow. The vibration in your veins grew steadily, pulsing against your skin in a way that filled your ears with a chaotic thumping.
Madja had explained your current state as a result of your recent visit to the Illyrian camps. How one male had taken it upon himself to drug you with a shadow market breeding tonic, most often used to force unwilling females into sexual situations. You weren't sure if the target was placed on your back due to being apart of Rhys's inner circle or if you were attacked just for being a female in their camps. Regardless, it ended with you soaking through your bed sheets with sweat, abdomen cramping, and heart hammering in your chest.
The night would be filled with torment, according to Madja. The drug raised your body temperature, and you burned away any sleep tonic too quickly. So you were to suffer... unless you received assistance.
What that assistance entailed, however, was too much for you to ask of your friends.
Despite the shared history within the inner circle, you hadn't been intimate with any of its members. And at this point, many of the group were mated or interested in others. Asking any of them seemed both problematic and like an insult to their relationships.
Even if you longed for Azriel's help.
So when Madja had asked if there was anyone she could ask to treat you, you spoke the first name that came to mind other than the shadowsinger: Eris.
The name shocked you as much as you were sure it did Rhys. You weren't sure why his name came out of your mouth, and in an effort to save yourself some embarrassment, you even suggested Lucien as an alternative. But the healer had nodded at your plea, and you were certain Eris would be the first suggestion for Rhys to ask.
Both embarrassment and shame curled in your stomach with the pain already radiating there.
He would say no. Eris was not the cruel male the public knew him to be, but he was not overly generous either. He strategized. The male acted in his best interest because no other option presented itself to him throughout his life. You understood his approach, but that did not stop your anxiety at his coming rejection.
Stomach clenching, you tried to control your labored breathing. Deep breaths.
But when you nearly gave up, throat constricting around a sob at just how hot you felt, the door clicked open.
There was no time to compose yourself. Even if there was, your limbs weighed too heavily to make any movement. All you could do was turn your head slightly to eye the visitor.
Your blurry vision deceived you though, because Eris surely did not come to your aid. Right?
Delirium had come for you, you decided. That feeling of insanity and helplessness only made more tears fall down your temples and cheeks. Your imagination would keep you company tonight if nothing else.
"Now what do we have here?"
His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, the scent of autumn leaves and woody spices drifting over you in a way that had your legs clenching together. Eyelashes fluttering, you whimpered.
He was actually here. Cauldron, he came for you.
His footsteps echoed throughout the room, matching the thudding in your chest. You watched as his black boots strided agonizingly slowly toward you before coming into view next to your bed. The male seemed completely composed as he took a seat next to you. The way he leaned back with his arms crossed had his muscular thighs opening in invitation and his biceps bulging.
Gods, if you had any energy, you would have gotten to your knees right then, embarrassment be damned.
"Someone looks a little needy."
"Eris," you whined, tone unintentionally warping from frustration to desire.
"Imagine my surprise when I received a letter from Rhysand, explaining there was a little lamb here that was attacked by an Illyrian brute. And instead of asking for the assistance of someone here, she chose to ask for another, different predator. Me."
You could do nothing but watch him and try to breathe. Sweat coated your skin, and the torment of needing to be touched had you fidgeting and eyeing his large hands just barely tucked beneath his muscular arms. You wanted them on you, everywhere. On your hips, around your neck, in your mouth...
"You either don't know me or really are as dumb as the rest of them."
Maybe you were. But as you looked into his amber eyes, you couldn't help but shake your head. No, he wasn't as bad as the Illyrians. He hated them too. And he wouldn't hurt you, at least not in any way you wouldn't like.
"No?" He responded to your dismissal.
Your voice was raspy, weak as you finally spoke. "Why else would you have come then?"
Silence. He eyed you with interest, taking in more of your desperate state. His attention only made your hips drive up imperceptibly, reaching for something not there.
"Maybe I've been wanting to see what you'd look like underneath me for awhile. Maybe I'm a selfish male who would not let this opportunity go to waste."
You swallowed. "It's not selfish to help me with your actions."
He rose to his feet, leaning over you with a gracefulness that had you preening. His fingers tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear before his lips curled up slightly. He looked like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.
"That's where you're wrong. From what I know, the cure for this drug comes from my pleasure, not your own, little fox."
Leaning toward his touch before he could snatch it away, you hissed out, "Then use me. I don't care."
His smirk grew, and you relished in his confidence and the sense of control he put off. Because you had absolutely no control right now. And despite his taunts, you knew Eris Vanserra both liked to impress others and had a heart deep down.
Even if you needed him to end this, you knew he would take care of you too. In more ways than one.
He stood straight. A hum leaving his mouth as if he were considering.
"Beg."
Your mouth opened in disbelief. "Eris-"
"I said," he threatened, his strong fingers going to the button of his pants, popping them open with a snap before releasing. "Beg."
Dear gods.
"Please," you found yourself saying, tongue falling victim to your body's needs. Your face heated. "Please help me. Touch me. Do anything."
"Anything, hm?"
He palmed his cock through his trousers, and you felt more frustrated tears fill your eyes at the teasing sight.
"I should have asked someone else."
Your words didn't anger him like you hoped. Instead, he let out a chuckle, hands dropping to the covers on the bed and moving them to make room for him. "No, you're glad you didn't. Because I'm better than those Illyrian bastards, and you know it."
The first touch on your waist had you arching into him immediately, eyes rolling back despite his words. You felt so sensitive, skin screaming for his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock. He skimmed his fingers teasingly over your skin there, trailing over your chest and to your neck where he wrapped his large hand around it, giving it a testing squeeze.
"I'll help you little fox, but you know as much as I do how this is going to go."
With weakened strength, you lifted your own fingers to wrap around his own, keeping his grip on your throat.
His face came closer, lips nuzzling your jaw before lightly nipping at the skin there. "And while I might like the thought of ravishing my prey, I only like it as much as they do."
Your heart thumped. You wanted him to bite down harder. Before you could stop yourself, your legs were lifting to wrap around him, closing his hips against your own. He could have stopped your movements easily, especially with how weak you felt, but he didn't. Instead, his hardness pressed roughly against your center.
"Say it."
Mind spiraling, you canted your hips continuously against his covered length. "Please," you begged, completely and utterly desperate at this point. "Please, yes, I want that."
In an instant, his hand left your throat and shoved your legs away from his body enough to rip your pants down, shirt soon following after. You gasped at the action, skin now free to his touch, the air caressing and teasing its sensitivity. The contrast of yourself being completely exposed compared to his fully dressed figured had you ready to fully submit to him. Let him be in control, as long as he took this pain away and replaced it with mind-blowing pleasure.
Hands gripped your breasts painfully, and you moaned, begging for more. He was not listening to you though, happy to get his fill of your body before moving on. Eris moved his thumbs over your nipples, groaning at your responsiveness, and lunged forward to take one between his teeth. The yelp you let out had him gripping tighter.
His teeth moved from your nipple to your sternum before moving downward, leaving a trail of nips and marks. At your pubic bone, his fingers lifted to press inside of you, two plunging in immediately with no warning. You nearly screamed, the dying need to be filled so suddenly being appeased.
"Eris, gods..."
"Look how nice I am," he teased, nails from his other hand scratching down your torso lightly. "Getting you nice and ready to take me."
You wanted to chant that you were ready, you were so ready, had been suffering for hours now, but nothing would come out. Eyes clenched so tight you could see stars, and you focused only on the feeling of his fingers scissoring to make room for him, the feeling of him curling against your g-spot.
Pleasure was heightening, climbing a ladder higher and higher until it nearly broke through the ceiling of your orgasm. Right when your breathing stuttered and your eyes began rolling back at the overwhelming feeling, though, his fingers pulled out. Your moan turned into a sob of frustration, eyes opening in astonishment to see Eris overly pleased with himself, fingers leaving his mouth.
"I told you, little fox, your pleasure won't be what cures you."
Shaking, you glared at him. "I hate you."
Another chuckle left him, but you couldn't even be irritated as you watched the male, completely hypnotized by his hands pulling down his trousers far enough to release his cock.
As soon as it came into view, you fell back against the sheets ready to beg again. You would be angry at yourself later for how quickly you gave up for him. But one look and you were gone.
He stroked himself as he looked over your body, and your mouth watered at the sight of pre-cum beading at his tip. You needed that inside of you, you needed him.
"Gods, you look so hungry for my cock."
If you didn't feel like you were dying, you would have let him fuck your throat. Instead, you just opened your legs for him again.
Eris didn't fall into you, though. His hands reached for your hips, holding tightly before flipping you over onto your stomach with little effort. Hips pulled high, he stood behind you, his height large and intimidating, with his cock swiping through your soaked folds.
"That's better," he breathed out, as if talking to himself.
Your legs shook with the weight of the drug and the rest of your body. But you held yourself up, wanting nothing more than for Eris to bury himself inside of you. The wetness dripping from you and onto the sheets below told Eris exactly that.
His cock collected that wetness, and he let out a groan, teasing himself. "You really are like a bitch in heat right now, huh?"
His hand stroked your lower back surprisingly tenderly to follow his crude words. "Don't worry, little fox. I'll take care of it."
Then he was pushing inside, the large head of his cock stretching your entrance with a sting. You let out a sharp noise at the feeling, and his hands gripped your hips to prevent you from falling forward and away from his movement. While some fingers dug into your sides with controlled restraint, his thumbs circled your skin in encouragement.
"There you go," he cooed, almost mockingly. "Stretch around my cock."
Eyes rolling back at his filthy words, you gripped onto the sheets, fingers curling to hold onto something.
He rocked slowly, and you weren't sure if he did so to help you get acclimated to his size or to allow him to watch as you stretched and worked to take him in completely. Either way, the feeling of him slowly dragging along your walls left you breathless. You whined, mouth opening to beg, when he started speeding up, his hands on your hips pulling you backward to meet his thrusts.
"Yessss..." You moaned out, unable to hold back your noises.
Eris's own moan in response had you clenching on him, cunt tightening at the hot noise. The fire in his veins seemed to absorb the feeling in your own, his cock granting your abdomen a cooling relief despite the heat radiating off him.
Fire circled your wrists suddenly, flaming cuffs pulling your hands from their place in the sheets to be behind your back instead. Your shoulders wrenched backward and your face fell into the sheets fully with the action, legs shaking harder at the loss of balance.
One of his hands moved from your hip to the band of fire, using your cuffed hands to fuck you against his cock. He felt so deep, filling you up completely. If you hadn't been drugged, you knew this feeling alone would have given you a high.
He went harder and harder, until his own grunts and groans hinted at his losing of control. Fingers gripped at you harshly, feeling and soothing and claiming all in one. His balls slapped against you and you wanted him to release everything inside of him into you, feel it dripping down your legs before he enters you again.
"Eris, please." You didn't even know what you begged for. He gave you everything you wanted.
The ferocity of his claiming was otherworldly.
Eris yanked you back farther by the cuffs, lifting your chest from the bed until he was able to lean forward flush against you. One hand now gripped your hip while the other wrapped around your throat, his strong forearm pressed to your chest. You were so close to him, and you wished you could reach back a hand and tangle your fingers in his messy auburn hair.
Instead, you tilted your head over your shoulder, seeking him. His dark eyes, riddled with lust, immediately fell to your lips, and then he claimed you with his own. The kiss was harsh and possessive, and you moaned into his mouth at the feeling. He tasted like heaven. He felt like a god.
Fingers tightened on your pulse point, enough to make your vision dance before he released. He repeated the action again, and your cunt spasmed around him. The feeling of your blood rushing to both your head and your center had you spiraling.
"You gonna milk me dry?" He rasped into your ear, teeth scraping at your ear. "Take everything I give you?"
You nodded desperately, sticking your tongue out to tell him you wanted more, more, more. More of him. He immediately closed his mouth around yours, tangling his tongue with your own.
The fire around your wrists suddenly disappeared, and your hands immediately moved to grip his forearm over your chest, the feeling of his muscles underneath the skin there raising your pleasure further.
He pounded harder, and your veins sang with the feeling. Each and every thrust touched everywhere inside of you. You were rising, tingling growing from your center and traveling down your legs, your limbs threatening to go numb.
You gasped at the overwhelming feeling. For the first time in your life, you were apprehensive at what was to come, even a little fearful of the intensity of it. "I can't-"
"Come on. You can do it. Make me cum."
You understood. To make him cum, he wanted you to cum.
One hand still on your throat, lips breathing and speaking unimaginably dirty things into your ear, his other hand came down to your clit, circling with light movements.
The contrast of his harsh fucking and his light teasing of your clit sent you straight into a white hot burst of pleasure. A scream tore from your throat and your legs attempted to close around his hand both in an attempt to get him closer and push away the stimulation. You clenched down on his cock so hard, pulsing around him with such intensity, that Eris let out a loud groan into your ear in response, struggling to pull out with his thrusts.
Your vision disappeared, ears ringing, body twitching, but Eris held you firm against him, muscles straining as he worked himself into you still over and over the best he could.
Once your tense body relaxed, every muscle completely exhausted, you fell limp in his arms. You could feel his own deep breaths against your back, his cock twitching inside of you as he finished filling you, and then he was gently pulling out.
"Fuck," he breathed out behind you.
You leaned forward to fall into the sheets easily, ready to sleep for a week. You could barely see from your tired eyes as he raised an arm and brushed his sweaty hair back, but your eyes tracked him as best you could, drinking him in. His bicep bulged with the action and his large cock, now glistening with your wetness and the remainder of his spend, bobbed heavily between his legs. He crouched down, spreading your legs gently to watch as the rest of him leaked from you.
His amber eyes watched intently, his jaw clenching at the erotic sight.
When he was done, he stood straight, breathing deep while pulling his trousers back up and tucking the gift he had bestowed on you back inside.
Rounding the corner of the bed, he observed your worn out body. When his eyes fell to your wrists, he picked one up lightly to inspect the damage his flames had done. Seeing nothing but just some residual redness, he placed it back on the sheets.
You closed your eyes to finally rest, no longer able to put it off. You heard shuffling with his movements, but you tuned them out as sleep threatened to overtake you. Then the soft fabric of blankets being slowly draped over your bare body brought you back to the surface. At the warm feeling, your eyes fluttered back open.
Eris stood there, a soft look in his eyes before he turned to walk out of the room, as if none of what had just transpired ever happened.
But he stopped suddenly. You watched him curiously, eyes half-lidded, and saw as his back tensed, his body going preternaturally still.
"Are you-?" You started.
He moved forward again as if frazzled, throwing the door open in his alarming state. He strode through it quickly, only for it to swing back closed with a harsh click. The noise seemed to echo in the room.
If you weren't so tired, you might have questioned his behavior. You might have asked what made him react in such a way. If he was alright.
reader x azriel | it's never a good idea to fall in love for your best friend's little sister.
warnings: suggestive language & curse words.
words: 7.3k
a/n: it's been sooo long. so much has been happening in my life right now but i'm trying be more active, but, for now, i leave this one here :)
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azriel.
the infamous shadowsinger.
the relentless spymaster of the night court.
the male who made your blood boil so easily like a snap of his fingers.
you hated him—you hated him with all your strength.
you couldn’t remember a single moment where the male hadn’t been part of your life. after all, the said male, had been taken in by your mother when he was nothing more than a small child.
your mother had raised him, along with your older brother, rhysand, and cassian, your best friend.
the three of them, growing up together, created an unbreakable bond, something that not even the gods would dare try to break.
but the same didn’t happen for you.
when cassian and azriel were taken in by your mother, you hadn’t been born yet, only arriving a few years later.
growing up, your relationship with your brother rhysand could be described as any relationship between an older brother and a younger sister—one where the older brother is overprotective and likes to be in the know of everything, one that involves laughter but also some yelling and a playful rivalry, but one in which love and loyalty were never lacking.
and your relationship with cassian followed the same path, except for the fact that sometimes the two of you would get into trouble and both get punished later in result, something your mother later realized was not a good idea and started giving you punishments separately since you two only caused even more trouble when punished together.
that was the difference between the two of them—while rhysand did everything in his power to protect you from harm or trouble, cassian would set the path and lead you to it.
but not azriel.
azriel was a different story—a very different story.
while azriel had a very close relationship with your brother and cassian, the same didn’t apply to you.
reciting facts, you couldn’t stand each other.
the constant arguing and insults were the living proof of that, not to mention the two times things went from verbal to physical—one involving your knee and his crotch (one that rhysand found funny) and another involving your ass and his hand (and one that rhysand definitely did not found funny, expressing his dislike by coloring azriel’s cheek in a vibrant purple).
as if that wasn’t enough, azriel had the superpower of knowing how to perfectly irritate you, like for example, he knew how to say the right things to drive you to the edge and that stupid, arrogant, self-centered smirk.
that smirk alone would drive you insane, and when you thought things couldn’t get any worse. . . surprise, they did.
as the second in line to the throne and one of the possible heirs, your father, the high lord of the night court, demanded that you and your brother received the same type of preparation so that one day you could rule the court, whether together or individually.
you never had the best relationship with your father, to tell the truth you didn’t even know where your heart stood before him, but you couldn’t deny that your father was a fair male despite his many flaws.
he gave you the same treatment as he did to rhysand, and not a different one because you were female and what many would do, was something you were always grateful for.
and so, just like your older brother, you were sent on your father’s orders to windhaven in order to receive your proper illyrian training, a birthright and an obligation as an heiress.
but of course, the camp, both its inhabitants and its lords, were not very pleased with his decision.
your residence during your stay in the illyrian camp would be none other than your mother’s cabin, and even though it was designated as off-limits to others, that did not stop a group of males from invading it and attacking you during the night.
luckily for you, rhysand and cassian had returned that night from the front lines of battle and were able to stop them, preventing their damage from becoming permanent.
you managed to escape with a bruised cheek, some sore muscles and a small cut on your right arm, but these were ‘avenged’ by your father who visited windhaven the following morning and made an example of the attackers in front of the rest of the camp.
azriel, who your father had kept by his side while he sent cassian and rhysand to the front line, had joined him that morning and before they left, your father confirmed that you were fine, aside from the new bodily additions, with a simple look and a squeeze on the shoulder.
but rhysand, being the great pain in the ass that he was, took advantage of that opportunity and suggested to your father for azriel to stay in the camp and watch over you since he couldn’t do it himself.
despite your several protests, your father ended up agreeing with your brother, stating that it was for safety reasons and that he refused to have one of his heirs taken from him and so, he designated azriel to accompany you at all times of the day until the end of your training.
and that’s how you ended in this situation—sutcked with the one male who you hated the most in whole prythian.
•••
weeks after the attack, your body still protested on occasion but the recovery was visible, as was your progress in training.
on a monday morning, you opened the entrance door of the cabin and found the tall, hazel-eyed male leaning against the wall with his muscular arms crossed around his chest and that smirk that always made you want to punch him.
“good morning, little one,” he greeted you, clearly pleased by your annoyance at seeing him there, even though it had been weeks since he had started accompanying you.
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. “shadowsinger,” you walked into the porch, closing the door behind you before locking it.
with a sigh, you walked towards the porch wooden stairs, starting to descend them without waiting for him.
azriel chuckled before pushing himself off the wall and following you, “ready for another day in my care?”
you had to grit your teeth to keep from cursing him with very inappropriate words, your silence eliciting a smile from him.
as he started walking down the stairs, about two steps behind you due to his long strides, his eyes glued themselves to your body, taking the opportunity to inspect you.
she looks better than she did last week.
he thought as he observed how your movements were no longer so restricted or rigid, starting at your arms and going down your back until they settled on your legs.
she is definitely walking better.
his eyes moved up your legs until they lingered for a few seconds longer in a certain area, tilting his head slightly to the side and letting the corners of his lips rise.
as if you felt his eyes on you, you stopped on the last step and turned to look at him, your eyes half-lidded and your eyebrows drawn down together “stop. looking. at. my. ass.”
your words made his smile grow, his expression changing from one of observation to one of amusement “i wasn’t looking, little one.”
he saw you take a deep breath before you turned back around and continued walking, your boots digging into the snow as you made contact with the ground.
the male shook his head, the smirk on his face turning into a genuine smile, before continuing to follow you.
as much as he didn’t like you, he couldn’t deny that he loved to rile you up.
in a matter of a second, the male was already walking beside you, a distance of just a few centimeters between you as you made your way to the tent where breakfast was served.
“you didn’t answer my question, little one. are you or aren’t you ready for another day in my care?” azriel asked again, his air of amusement still in place, intensifying when he watched your jaw clench before seeing the gesture being replaced by a smile full of irony and sarcasm.
“i don’t know, are you ready to have my knee in your crotch?”
azriel laughed, lifting his hand to wrap it around your braid and giving it a slight but firm tug, “what makes you think you can reach my crotch when you’re that short, little one?” he teased, emphasizing the nickname as his eyes sparkled with amusement.
the corners of your lips rose even higher at his words, your steps coming to a halt as you looked at him and azriel recognized the expression that now covered your entire face. it was one he knew all too well, one he had also witnessed on his brother cassian and it screamed ‘trouble’.
“is that a challenge, shadowsinger? are you forgetting that i’ve kneeled you in that spot before?”
“that’s exactly what it is, love. a challenge and let’s not forget that you only managed to kneel me because you were standing on the steps of that stairs.” he added, taking a step towards you and leaning down to be at eye level.
“is that so?” you asked, not giving the male time to answer as you moved towards him. what had once been your knee was now your fist and once again, you and the male found yourselves in the same situation as a few years ago.
oof.
azriel only had time to register what had happened about a second later when he was already doubled over and clutching his injured area.
“fuck,” he let out a sound of pain through his teeth as he continued to writhe, almost to the point where his knees landed in the snow “low blow, little one. low blow.”
“literally,” you said, followed by a laugh so loud that if you were near a snow-covered mountain, you would probably have caused an avalanche.
his knees finally touched the snow and the male brought a second hand to the injured area, forced to watch you almost cry from laughing at his expense.
motherfu-
“i’m not that little after all, am i?” you smiled, patting him lightly on the back before resuming walking, letting out another laugh in the process.
azriel struggled to straighten up, his face contorted in pain as it slowly subsided, needing a few seconds to breathe before he could stand up again and a few more seconds before he could walk.
“i swear to the mother, you are such a pain in the ass,” he muttered through clenched teeth as he walked behind you, quickly catching up with you with his long strides.
“you’re the one who provoked me, shadowsinger. you have no one to blame but yourself.” you said, your smirk still plastered on your face as you continued on your way.
azriel glanced at you through the corner of his eye and couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his lips despite the situation.
he was impressed, to say the least, that you had actually done that. it had almost been funny to see him fall like that—almost.
“remind me never to provoke you again, or i will no doubt have permanent damage to the boys.” he chuckled.
can't believe it she kneeled me two times, two fucking times.
the sound of your chuckle reached the male's ears, and he couldn't stop his head from turning in your direction.
“yes, you will. and it would be such a shame since you're so pretty and would most definitely make cute little babies.”
this would have been the case where azriel would have choked on his drink, or food, if he happened to have any.
did she just-?
upon seeing his reaction, your eyes sparkled with amusement before you said, “i may hate you but i’m not blind, shadowsinger.” you said in the calmest voice ever.
azriel cleared his throat, composing himself and forcing his surprised expression back into his stupid, arrogant, cocky smirk as you liked to describe it.
“don't worry, little one. even if you happened to permanently damage my pride and joy, i would still find a way to keep my handsome face intact and make those cute little babies.” he said, his stupid, arrogant, cocky smirk turning into a mischievous one.
you shook your head as you turned your face forward, seeing the edges of the tents and the smoke from the fires appearing in their field of vision, signaling that they were reaching the center of the camp.
“good, because in a world full of balthasar's, lord devlon’s and alastair's, we need more pretty faces to look at.”
azriel couldn't help the genuine laugh that escaped him at your choice of not-so-attractive males.
did she just compliment me? hell must be freezing.
“don’t say that, i’ll get a massive ego.” he said, but didn't deny your words.
afterall, he knew very well how handsome and attractive he was. besides, it was one of the reasons that fueled your discussions over the years.
“another one?” you raised one of your eyebrows as you looked at him “are you sure you have that enough space with your already huge, big, infinite ego?”
“oh, i have plenty of space, love-” he grinned, his grin widening when he saw your wince at the new nickname he used, and continued speaking before you could interrupt him “and i'll have you know that ‘ego’ has not only gotten me a lot of girls back in my days at windhaven but also allowed me to be one of the best warriors pryhtian has ever seen.”
he saw you as you scrunched your face in disgust, releasing a quiet ‘ew’.
oh, how he loved to annoy you. he would never admit this out loud but you were his favorite person to annoy, mainly because you were so easy to rile up and also because of your size, with you being a ‘little one’ there wasn't much you could do against him.
he could be having a horrible day, but the moment he saw your jaw clench or your hands closing into fists at something he said, everything got better.
“oh, come on. why are you making that face? trying to hide how jealous you are?” he teased, pinching your nose lightly.
“jealous?!” you swatted his hand as fast as your slightly injured arm allowed you, an incredulous look on your face “jealous of what exactly? being another one of your conquests? pff, please, shadowsinger.”
oh, look at her getting all nervous.
“i don't know, maybe of all of the girls i've-” he made a gesture with his hand to indicate a vague ‘slept with’ amount.
“maybe you'd kill to be on that list, admit it.” he pauses for a quick moment before adding “though you're not my type, love.”
you stopped in your tracks, taking a step forward and tilting your neck up to meet his eyes “first of all,” you stretched your index finger, tapping his chest, “you're not my type either, ‘love’”. your mocking tone did not go unnoticed by him.
“and second of all, the only one who would be killing, would be my brother and you would be his victim if he ever found out you touched me like that.”
azriel let out a loud laugh at your response, pleased you were playing along with him.
“touché,” he said before answering your comment about your brother “please, rhys is not going to kill me just because we-” his smirk widened and shrugged his shoulder “hypothetically, of course.”
it was your turn to release a loud laugh, “yeah, right. you think just because you're his best friend, you're off the hook? keep telling yourself that, shadowsinger.” you patted his chest, your hand settling there.
azriel's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand on his chest, his smirk faltering for a split second before composing himself.
he was caught off guard by the sudden unknown feeling that rushes through him, the result of your touch.
what the hell. . .?
he cleared his throat as he pushed that feeling into the back of his mind as his smirk returned to his lips in a heartbeat.
“please, your brother has already given me a lifetime's worth of threats and beatings. i grew up with him, remember? what could possibly he do to me now?”
those thoughts came back flooding his mind before he shook his head to push them back again.
i'll get back to analyzing those later.
“and if he did find out, well, we’ll just have to run away together, get married and have those cute little babies we talked about earlier.” he added, trying to cover up his brief slip.
fuck, i'm definitely going to explore those foreign thoughts later.
he heard you laugh and saw you shaking your head, your hands rested now on your hips “so, you have all of it planned out, huh?”
“of course,” he said almost immediately, his confident posture returning like it never left for a second. he grinned, raising an eyebrow at you, “what? you don't want to have my babies?”
“repeat that sentence in front of my big brother, it will earn you a punch right here.” you said, touching the spot on his cheek.
azriel grabbed your hand, scoffing at your comment though “do you think i have a death wish, little one? i'd rather keep my handsome face intact, thank you very much.”
a thought formed on his head, making his smirk spread even more.
he tugged on your hand, pulling you forward until you were standing right in front of him and he lowered his hand to look you down.
“don't tell me you're jealous that i might say that to someone else, little one.”
you scoffed at his words “please, i have no doubt that your conquests would trample over themselves at your offer.”
azriel nodded slightly, his free hand coming to hold your chin and lift your head a little higher.
his hazel eyes studied your violet ones for a moment, something unknown passing through it and disappearing at the same moment his smile returned.
“you're not wrong about that, little one.” he said, his voice almost a murmur, almost seductive, at the same time his thumb came to brush your lower lip.
azriel was caught off guard again, only realizing what had happened a second after it happened.
he didn't have time to react when you bit his thumb and resumed your walk.
“oi-” he grunted in surprise at your bite, seeing you walk away as he rubbed the—another—injured area.
you've got to be kidding me.
“mother help me. . .” he muttered, wincing a little in pain as he continued to rub his thumb and went after you.
you turned around to face him and walked backwards, a proud, satisfied smile on your face.
oh, you little shit.
“think of this way, now you have three stories to tell those cute little babies of yours about how you got your ass handed to a girl.”
“haha, funny. very funny, little one.” he dropped his hands by his side, continuing to walk behind you, “and i’d get to tell them why that happened,” the smirk returned.
“and why is that?” you asked, curious.
his smirk widened before pointing at you “because their mother was, correction, is a pain in the ass.”
you barked out a laugh, your head tilted backwards with a hand over your stomach before looking back at him “and what makes you think that i would be their mother?”
“well, there's not really much options, little one,” he said as he fell in pace with you and you turned around again, “you'll either be their mother or their aunt.”
a look of confusion made its way to your face before you laughed at the thought that filled your mind, falling in pace with him, “oh, don't tell me you're in love with my brother and he'll be the one carrying your babies.”
azriel's head never turned so fast to look at you as it did that moment. “what?! ew, no. no, absolutely not.”
he slapped you on the back of the head as a warning to stop laughing.
“ouch,” you said, rubbing it.
“rhys is my best friend. he's like my brother and that's where it stops.” he told you.
“are you sure about that, shadowsinger?” you asked with a smile as you continued to rub the back of your head.
azriel huffed at your words, not believing this was actually the subject of your conversation, “of course i’m sure. i’ve been with plenty of females to prove it.”
and there is that eye roll again.
he chuckled as he watched you. your hand returned to pat his chest and so did his foreigner's thoughts at your touch “then you have plenty of options for the mother of your cute little babies.”
he shocked his head again, before rolling his eyes at your comment and smirked, finding this whole banter amusing.
“that’s truth, i do.” he stopped walking again and he brought you to stand with him face to face as his hand reached for your the back of your neck and the other one—the same one you bit a few moments ago—returned to brush your lower lip, “but somehow you seem the best choice.”
“you’re delusional,” you said and. . .surprise, surprise, you bite his thumb again.
“ow, you motherfu-ugh” azriel flinched once more as your teeth made contact with his skin, withdrawing his hand from your face.
oh, i swear to the gods. . .
he closed his eyes for a brief moment, annoyed with himself for underestimating you in biting him a second time.
however, his expression soon brightened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “you’re a biter, aren’t you? are you into that sort of stuff?”
you reached the center of the camp, keeping your eyes forward as you made a turn for the tent breakfast was served “maybe, but you’ll never find out.”
azriel ran a hand through his messy hair, not being able to avoid a genuine smile at your reply. you always had an answer for everything and everyone.
“never say never, little one.”
“i do. never,” you parted the tent’s flaps, allowing you to enter, and stood in the line that was already in motion to receive breakfast.
you grabbed one of the trays and surveyed the tent that was already packed with soldiers, officers, and lords eating—not a single female in sight, other than you.
azriel followed your movements, grabbing a tray and standing behind you, just a few inches away so that no one could get to you.
“you seem very confident, something that could be considered dangerous. especially around me.” he said as the two of you waited in line for your turn, his eyes sliding down to your waist.
“you said it yourself, shadowsinger. i’m not your type.”
azriel leaned forward, until his chest brushed against your shoulder and his lips were positioned right next to your ear.
in a whisper, he said “that was before you started biting me, little one. now, i’m curious.”
however, the male was at a loss for words when he saw one of the chefs looking at him with a judgmental look, no doubt having heard what he had just whispered to you.
you hidden your face in the crook of your arm, unable to contain your laughter at the situation.
azriel rolled his eyes and slapped you again on the back of your head before pushing you forward with a hand on your lower back as the line was moving forward.
“laugh all you want, little one,” his eyes returned to your waist. “doesn’t change the fact that you have my attention now.”
“you know what, shadowsinger? you-” your sentence was cut off mid-sentence when a soldier in front of you, a young male, dropped his bread on the floor right at your feet.
without hesitation, you bent down to pick it up.
“me, what, you little-” azriel started to ask before stopping suddenly, his words dying in his throat at the sight of you, bent over right in front of him.
as you bend over to pick up the bread, you end up having to take a step back, causing your ass to brush against azriel’s front.
his breath got caught in his throat, the touch of your ass making his brain short-circuit.
azriel mentally thanked the mother for wearing his uniform pants, the material thick enough to hide the growing bulge there.
it took all of his willpower not to place his hands on your hips and to step away from you.
“here you go,” you said, finally standing upright again and delivering the bread to the young male.
azriel tried to focus on anything else that wasn't your ass or your face, eventually deciding to stare at his own boots instead.
he couldn't remember the last time he got so worked up like this, certainly it hadn't been with none of the females he had slept with.
he watched you out of the corner of his eye, still trying to avoid looking at you, managing to see you turn to your food tray and placing your breakfast and a glass of water in it.
but when you took a step back again, to pick up a bowl of fruit that was on his side, your ass brushed against his front again and azriel could have sworn he was going to lose his mind.
oh, for fuck sakes.
he almost whined at the feeling, his eyes landing on your ass again, noticing how well you filled out your pants.
azriel quickly darted his eyes away, clenching his teeth and doing his best to ignore the feeling of his cock straining in his pants.
fuck. rhys, yeah, think of rhys. rhysand. rhys. future high lord. your best friend. your brother.
azriel’s eyes followed you as you picked up your food tray and moved out of the line, looking for an available table to sit down.
rhysand. with a hot sister. she’s so beautiful, so stubborn, so- wait, no. fuck.
he shook his head, too busy trying and falling to clear his head to realize he was now at the front of the line, standing there like an idiot as his eyes followed you.
oh, i’m fucked. rhysand is going to kill-
“hey! are you going to stay there all day or what?”
a voice sounded from behind him, pulling him from his trance. azriel looked behind him at the soldier who had just made his presence aware and watched as the boy cringed when he recognized who he had just yelled at.
the boy swallowed hard as azriel stared at him, his throbbing hard-on long gone. for a moment, azriel pondered whether he should throw the boy's tray of food to the floor for talking to him like that or if he should thank him for the distraction, saving him from a great humiliation.
eventually, when the boy had shrunk enough for his liking, the male then decided to opt for the second choice.
he glanced at the boy with one last warning look before picking up his tray and leaving the line, heading to the table where you were already sitting and eating your breakfast.
azriel seated across from you—silently thanking the mother for the space.
without glancing at you, he kept his gaze on his breakfast as he started to eat and desperately tried to control his. . .big problem.
but, as always, his luck was short-lived.
“aham. . .what are you doing?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow.
his eyes moved to you automatically, your voice making his whole body—and especially a certain part—tense.
azriel managed a strangled response, shifting uncomfortably under your violet eyes, “. . .eating?”
“i can see that, asshole. but you always sit by my side,” you told him, gesturing with your fork to the available spot next to you, “why are you sitting on the other side of the table?”
“oh-” azriel froze for a moment as you pointed out his odd choice of seating, “i. . .um-”
you were right, he always sat next to you.
cauldron boil me, please.
he was starting to sound like an idiot—a horny idiot—and without any idea of what to say, he looked down at his breakfast, shoving food in his mouth until it was full.
maybe if he kept his mouth busy, he could still save what was left of his dignity.
“okay. . .,” you send him a confused look for his weird behavior, focusing on your breakfast as well.
azriel actually managed to breathe in relief as he saw you return your attention to your food, and he tried to do the same, focusing on eating and not at the way his cock was still pulsing in his pants.
but his luck could never last, could it?
the air in the tent shifted and as he looked up he was met with the sight of your brother and cassian walking in the tent.
yep, i’m dead.
azriel saw you waving at your brother and how the male’s expression immediately morphed from a harsh one into a softer one.
you leaned forward, the action capturing his attention back to you, and with a smirk plastered on your face you whispered, “the future mother of your babies is here.”
he clenched his teeth at your attempt at a joke, “shut up, you little shit,” he muttered, glaring at you and when he saw you opening your mouth again, he gave you a warning look, “drop it. now.”
your smirked stretched to the corners of your mouth and lowered your gaze to your breakfast once again.
rhysand and cassian arrived at the table with their trays of food in hand, sitting next to you on each side.
azriel saw you greeting your brother with a kiss on his cheek as the male returned it with one on your forehead, his eyes on his you before rhysand returned his attention to him.
“azriel.”
the shadowsinger tried to not shift uncomfortably under your brother’s gaze, he was already with one problem, the last thing he needed was another one.
azriel was still avoided looking at you for too long, but meanwhile, rhysand was simply. . .staring at him and he could swear he could see the cogs turn in your brother’s head, putting the pieces together of his weird behavior and realizing something was going on.
“is there something you need, rhys?” he asked, trying to keep his expression neutral.
“not really, no,” rhysand answered, still studying the scene happening in front of him, “you’re just acting weird.”
“he is weird,” you added, your smirk still plastered on your face.
rhysand’s gaze drifted to you, a smirk matching yours on his face, “oh, i’m very well aware of that, little sister.”
great. now it’s the two of them, this is just what i really needed.
azriel sighed in frustration, he couldn’t have a moment of peace.
“oh! i have a question for you, brother” you told rhysand but your eyes were on azriel.
he recognized that smirk, it’s the kind of smirk that screams trouble. azriel shook his head, shooting you a warning glare and silently asking you for once in your life to keep your mouth shut but of course that only made you smirk even more.
“hypothetically, what would you do if you found out one of your friends slept with me?”
rhysand’s head snapped towards you faster than the speed of light, cassian choked on his food and azriel’s mouth fell in horror.
she did not just- dear gods.
rhysand’s eyes fell on you before moving to azriel—who was now refusing to look at anything that wasn’t his breakfast—and his expression turned deadly.
cassian could only lean back and cross his arms, traces of amusement covered his face as he enjoyed the show.
a tug on his shirt, broke his gaze from azriel and shifted back towards you, “what?”
“you didn’t answer my question,” you said, an innocent smile on your face.
“i-” he paused, his expression softening a little at you but still with a hint of annoyance and protectiveness in his eyes. his gaze flicked between you and azriel before settling back on you “why are you asking?”
“it’s a hypothetical question, i’m curious obviously.” your innocent smile never faltered.
rhysand eyed you suspiciously and made sure his eyes were on azriel as he answered, “hypothetically, i’d be incredibly pissed off.”
azriel shifted uncomfortably, moving slightly closer to cassian’s side.
your brother narrowed at the male, not liking his reaction, and with his eyes still on him, he asked again “do you have a reason for this question?”
“azriel and i were talking and that situation came up. i said you would kill your friend and azriel disagreed,” you said casually as you took another bite of your food.
azriel’s eyes widened and he cursed himself mentally, begging you to shut up.
“is that so?” rhysand said, his eyes still trained on the male.
“he also said-” you started but were interrupted.
“shut up, you brat,” azriel said as his hand grabbed a handful of scrambled eggs and throwed them at you.
your mouth opened in disbelief, a shade of red creeping on your face and making your smirk disappear.
shit.
rhysand’s eyes travelled to you, taking in your appearance before he turn to look at azriel, he really was starting to not liking whatever was going on, “what the fuck is going on here?”
at the same time you tried to stand up, ready to throw yourself over the table and tackled down the hazel-eyed male, “you asshole!”
rhysand and cassian reacted simultaneously, both of them wrapping a hand around your arm to keep you seated.
“no-” your brother warned.
“don’t-” cassian said at the same time.
“this isn’t over, shadowsinger,” you said pointing a finger at him.
while you were still glaring at azriel, your brother was freeing your hair from the scrumpled eggs.
“ah, it’s good to be home,” cassian chuckled as he took a bite of his sandwich.
rhysand managed a small chuckle as he pulled eggs from your black locks, he was still pissed off and suspicious about this whole thing, but it was impossible to deny the sight of you wasn’t funny, “so, you guys were just talking? nothing else?”
you turned your head slightly upwards, a puzzled look on your face “nothing else? what do you mean?”
your brother raised an eyebrow at you, meeting your eyes for a moment before returning his attention back to the task in hands, “i swear it’s like talking to a child sometimes,” he said as he pulled more eggs from your hair, “you know what i mean.”
“aham, no i d- ouch!” you protested when he pulled your hair instead.
rhysand rolled his eyes, “don’t play dumb. you know what i’m alluding to here.”
your eyebrows furrowed down together as your eyes met azriel’s before being drawn to cassian’s, who made a very inappropriate gesture, helping you get there faster.
your eyes widened, “me and the shadowsinger?!” you asked in disbelief before you started to laugh out loud that several heads turned in your direction.
azriel groaned as cassian joined you in your laughter and rhysand, meanwhile, was just staring at you with a deadpan expression as he removed the last few eggs of your hair.
“me and the shadowsinger,” you said between laughs, “that’s the funniest thing i have ever heard in my life!”
“you didn’t answer my question, little sister,” rhysand glared at you, not seeing how what he said was funny.
“you don’t have to worry, brother,” you said while patting his shoulder, “there’s nothing going on and i’m also not the shadowsinger’s type, he said it himself.”
rhysand’s head snapped towards azriel, wondering why he would have even said that in the first place.
“that’s not-” azriel started before stopping as he realized he would just be incriminating himself even more.
“nothing,” azriel answered quickly, making rhysand raise an eyebrow, something he recognized as a warning to tell the truth.
“i-”
“shit, i’m late for training,” you said as you shoved the remaining of your breakfast in your mouth as you started to stand.
azriel let out a sigh in relief, gulping down the rest of his drink before standing as well.
thank the mother.
you wrapped an arm around your brother’s shoulders from behind as you planted a kiss on his cheek, making his expression soften.
when he opened his mouth to say something he was quickly interrupted by cassian, “have fun in training, lovebirds.”
earning a glare from both rhysand and azriel, the general managed to pull a chuckle from you, who grabbed his hair and tugged on it, undoing his perfectly bun.
“son of a-” the general protested.
azriel guided you out of the tent with a hand on your lower back, not wanting to stay one more minute under your brother’s gaze.
you two fell into pace as you started walking towards the training grounds.
as his memory came back to him, he quickly looked down at his pants, only to see his problem had been solved during some of that chaos.
he could finally breathe again, “thank the mother it’s over.”
“what’s over?” you asked, looking at him confused again.
right. i forgot she was here.
“you know,” he said as he tried to disguise his slip, “that conversation with your brother.”
“oh, i don’t know what you’re complaining about. i loved it,” you said as you walked by his side and entered the training grounds, making your way towards where your class would be held.
“of course you did,” azriel muttered, “you’re so annoying.”
you reached your destination, several males already warming up for the next two hours of training.
“i know.”
“i know,” azriel mocked you, before pointing at your boots, “your boots.”
you knew the procedure, you crouched down and made sure the knots were well tied.
when you stood back up, azriel pulled you towards him and made sure your daggers were well secured and ready to be used at any moment you saw fit.
“turn around,” he said and watched as you turned around without protest. he reached for your braid and removed the hair elastic from where it had been held, starting to redo it from where stubborn strands were already coming free.
“remember what i told you. recite it. i want to hear it.” he asked, his fingers working through your soft black locks.
you rolled your eyes but complied, “never take my eyes off my opponent until the fight is over, use my speed and agility as an advantage against those who use their body composition against me and to use my feet work.”
“good,” azriel nodded his head as he finished doing your braid, “remember what i’ve been telling you from the beginning. just because they’re males and illyrians does not mean they’re stronger or more powerful than you.”
you nodded as you listened to his words, despite all the banter between you two, azriel never failed to support you, always being the first one to offer you his hand when in need.
his words of support weren’t just that, they were the reassurance you needed to get through this training, to survive in this camp—a camp ruled by males who saw females as their servants and inferiors.
if azriel believed in you. . .so did you.
“alright,” his voice broke you from your thoughts as he finished tying the braid, giving it a slight tug.
you turned to look at him and he gave you a small smile, “go get them, little one.”
you rolled your eyes but chuckled, “yes, captain.”
a genuine laugh escaped his lips at your cheeky remark and he shook his head, “smartass.”
azriel watched you as you made your way towards the others, a mix of feelings invading his heart and mind.
some familiar, some unfamiliar, and some intriguing.
he couldn't tell them apart, but the moment he saw you step into the ring to face your first opponent and knock him to the ground in seconds with an incredible right hook he taught you, he knew the greatest of them all was pride.
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the following afternoon, azriel entered your mother’s cabin for one more of your private lessons with him.
today he was going to help you perfect your sword technique, and he made himself at home while you finished getting ready.
he rested his sword against the doorframe and walked towards the living room, passing the kitchen table where a bottle of wine made itself aware.
azriel shrugged. it had been a while since his last drink, and the cauldron knew he needed it after that conversation with your brother yesterday morning.
relaxing his muscles in the comfort of your couch, the male opened the bottle and drank straight from the source.
minutes passed before you were ready, but something wasn’t right.
azriel heard you coming down the stairs, but something wasn’t right.
he heard your voice, but something wasn’t right.
he didn’t know what was happening.
all he knew was that he was so warm, his skin so hot that could rival the burning wood on the fireplace but he wasn’t on fire.
his clothes drenched in sweat that looked like he had run a marathon but he hadn't moved from the couch.
and his body, every inch of it, aching like someone had dropped a damn tree on top of him but he had been alone all this time.
“azriel!” your voice pulled him from wherever he was, your hands on his cheeks grounding him back into the present, into your living room.
“by the cauldron, azriel, you’re burning up. what happened?!”
it hurt, everything hurt.
“did something happened on your way here?”
“are you sick? is it the flu?”
“was it something you ate?”
“azriel!”
“were you attacked?”
“are you hurt?”
your voice was on a loop, ringing in his ear over and over again but azriel didn’t have the answer, he could only focus on hot his skin was burning, the aching of his muscles threatening to reach his bones, the drops of sw-
“was it something you ate?”
no.
not food.
but a drink.
the wine.
the fucking wine.
azriel’s eyes darted towards the bottle resting on top of the small coffee table, “. . .where. . .where did you get it?”
“get what, azriel?!”
wait, did she. . .
. . .she said my name?
my name.
she said my name.
“azriel! where did i get what?!”
right.
“the wine.”
your head spinned around, leading you to the bottle of wine and how it was opened.
you returned your eyes back to the male, “i didn’t. it was left on my porch, i found it this morning.”
a trap.
azriel was breathing heavily, his body in more pain by the second.
“how much did you drink?”
you reached for the bottle, seeing it about a half a palm empty, and inspect it from top to bottom in hopes to find something.
it was only when you smelled it that your eyes widened and panic invaded your heart, “oh my god.”
you stand up and run towards the kitchen leaving a very confused and aching azriel on the couch.
as you returned, you had a small vial in your hand, and the bottle of wine in the other.
azriel could see you were trying to remain calm, but he wasn’t liking your silence, “. . .what?”
“my brother gave me this before coming here,” you said, gesturing to the small vial, “it’s the breeding tonic some of the illyrian males have been working on. he gave it to me to learn to recognize the smell so i wouldn’t be caught off guard.”
no. . .
azriel’s eyes were on you the whole time, never once breaking eye contact.
he knew what you were trying to say.
“they have the same smell, azriel.” you told him, no longer keeping the calm facade, “you drank breeding tonic.”
Summary: The morning is bleak, business as usual. Nothing new. Nothing fun. Until someone decides to make it fun.
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Word Count: 1568
Warnings: just yn being depresso espresso and done with life and az lol, some vague descriptions of the previous part i think, and kidnapping teehee 🤭 ig you could also say angst? idk tho lol you decide
A/n: GUESS WHOS BACK MY GUYSSSSSSSS 🥹🥹🥹 ive been SO DESPERATE TO WRITE SOMETHING THE PAST FEW MONTHS but couldnt cus of exams and stuff and then had a bit of writers block lol but OMG IM SO HAPPY RN
this is like. a sequel to Alone, a ficlet id written for starfall week hehe. ALTHOUGH THIS IS A SEQUEL, IT CAN STILL BE READ AS A STANDALONE!! so go ahead and pls comment hehehehe i love reading comments <3
this purely exists because of the amazing people who commented on the previous part, and also people who asked to be tagged in part 2 hehe: @blessthepizzaman @vanserrasimp @sophieliz and @saltedcoffeescotch
ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳
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Brows furrowed, Y/n pushed her face into the pillow, her annoyance slowly rising.
Why did every morning have to start with sunrise? Why couldn’t she wake up and it be night outside for once?
This had become a routine, almost. Her, lying in bed, then glaring out the window at the sun that didn’t seem to care, and then rolling as far away from the rays as she could without tumbling over. Nothing was fun anymore. Nothing to be excited about, nothing new. Only fatigued nothingness remained.
The only time she left her bed was when the rumbling in her stomach became too loud to ignore.
Which, as was evident by the slow but steady feeling of her stomach starting to cramp up, Y/n figured would be happening sooner rather than later.
Lungs expanding, air filling them, Y/n shoved the covers off of her body, scowling at the soft material, then swung her legs over the side of the bed, huffing. A small moment passed, and then two, as she stared down at the grainy planks of wood.
Somewhere outside the small apartment she had rented out a week after starfall, children played amongst themselves. The sounds of loud, free and innocent laughter that would have made her smile once now only served to grate against her nerves.
Eyes closed, breathe in, breathe out.
A flick of her wrist, and the house was covered in a sound barrier, suddenly silencing any and all sounds that before penetrated the walls. Quietly, Y/n stood, pushing strands of hair away from her face and then tying it up in a bun with the small strip of leather lying on her bedside table.
Feet bare, Y/n traipsed down the hallway to the kitchen, trying to remember if there were any leftovers she could have as she splashed her face with cold water from the tap. But the clean, empty counters told her that no, there were no leftovers.
Checking the cabinets, Y/n realised that the two slices of bread she had stored away to eat someday when there was nothing to eat had caught mold and now looked like the sadistic announcement of doom.
Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, trying desperately to find something, anything to satiate her needs for the day, she looked around. But alas, not even a dust particle dared to show face.
Having had her mental health on a downward tumble the past few weeks, Y/n disliked doing anything, much less cook for herself the first thing in the morning, and so, caving, she walked back out and towards the main door of the apartment, pulling off her thick coat from the corner where a lone shoe cabinet stood haphazardly.
It had been one of the things the homeowner had left for her in the partially furnished house. Granted, it looked older than the mother herself, much like everything else in the building, but it held up, and that was all that mattered.
It wasn’t that Y/n couldn’t afford to rent better living quarters. She could probably buy around three of the buildings in the area and still live out her life comfortably from what she had acquired. It was just that she didn’t want to get anything fancy.
What was the point in pretty things, anyway?
After all, she had lived her whole life bathed in riches and jewels and luxury, and yet, the thing that mattered most in life stayed just out of reach. All the warmth she craved, the comfort, the feeling of belonging, remained contained in books and soft bedding.
All the love she craved right in front of her eyes. Always there, never hers.
Glancing in the small mirror covered in questionable stains that for some reason refused to budge when taken to with a rag and soap, Y/n deemed her hair to be… fine, for an errand that was meant to be quick. She just had to walk a few blocks down, grab a few necessities, bread, and maybe a cup of coffee from the shop across the street that always tasted way more watered down than it should, and then it was just her and the comfort of the apartment against the world.
Preparing herself mentally, Y/n quickly pushed her feet into the boots set in the corner, tugging up the hood of her jacket, and pulled open the door. As she stepped outside and began to lock the door, a stale breeze from the cracked window in the far end tickled her nose, making her scrunch her face in distaste.
She always wished they would repair the thing, because not only did it make her cold sometimes, it often brought in smells of alcohol and everything else that disgusted her, and she hated it with every fibre in her being.
Not to mention, the stench also reminded her of cold nights alone on a high peak, surrounded by lights and glitter and stars, bottles and tears and liquid that made her throw up in the Sidra when walking all by herself in the snow while a party raged in her wake.
Y/n shook her head, shoving the icicles on her hands into her pockets as she walked down the steps, glad no neighbour of her seemed to be out and about.
Going unnoticed in the streets was almost too easy, considering she blended well in with the crowds of people going to work. All of them wearing dark coats, so bleak and ordinary. It would be a lie to claim she did not prefer this over the fur and jewels her friends decked themselves in.
Well, most of them anyways.
The tiny little building of the bakery was easy to spot, not because of the peeling colours and cracked steps, but because of the scented smoke billowing out of the chimney first thing in the morning, announcing the making of new, fresh bread.
The door creaked open under Y/n’s stiff fingers, blasting her in the face with the warm whiff of freshly produced goods, and she sighed, letting the door fall shut behind her. Instantly, the air warmed up her skin.
The bakery was fairly crowded, mostly filled with some buying smaller packages of cakes and muffins to eat on the go, and others bringing bigger packs of bread, likely to feed their families. Ignoring all that, Y/n walked over to the small old lady behind the counter, calling out orders at the younger female running about in the back visible through a small window, likely baking more.
"Good morning, darling. What can I get for you today?"
Y/n tried her best to offer her a smile, she really did, but she was ready to bet her small toe that it looked more like a grimace than anything else. "Just a roll of white bread, please."
The lady quickly put the bread in a brown paper bag, then paused, before adding in a small muffin. Y/n began to protest, but one wink from the lady and a secretive smile later, Y/n once more stood in the bustling streets of Velaris’ almost forgotten square.
Its on the house. You look like you could use a bit of sweetness, child.
The words were so simple, yet they swirled around Y/n’s mind like a whirlpool.
Maybe I do need some sweetness.
With the thoughts in her mind, Y/n began trekking back to the ramshackle apartment. One foot in front of the other, an occasional sidestep, and repeat. Until a pit opened up in her stomach, making her pause.
Y/n looked up, scanning her surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary, and yet…
Am I just hungry?
She continued on, shaking off the concerns. But with each step, the pit deepened, spreading, and encompassed all her insides with unshakable dread.
Maybe… this isn’t hunger.
But just as she had the world breaking intervention from the mother, there was a crunch behind her. A whoosh, and then a bag was thrown over her head.
The first thing she noticed, even in her panic- aside from the sudden darkness, of course- was the stench coming from the threadbare bag.
A stench she, as part of the inner circle and one of the more skilled chemical researchers of Prythian, was quite familiar with.
Faebane.
Faebane, mixed with something more…acrid, something she recognised but couldn’t quite put a finger on, but knew it was meant to put someone in a deep, uninterruptible slumber for the very least of a day, or something similar to that.
Way to go down, I guess.
Y/n decided, then and there, as the bag tightened on her head and she was pulled back and to the side towards her captor- and what she assumed was into the small, dark alleyway, away from sight- that she wouldn’t fight back. What was the point in trying to overthrow someone who undeniably had you in captivity?
At least I can say I went with dignity. No kicking feet and screaming.
The bag tightened, and tightened, and tightened, and gradually, her head became lighter, and whatever limited vision she had began fading, her limbs loosening, falling limp. With barely any consciousness left in her, she felt her body being jostled, thrown over someone’s shoulder, maybe, before the person started walking off.
Pairings: Former Rhysand x Reader, Feysand, Tarquin x Reader
Word Count: 4.3k
Triggers: mentions of depression, relapse, attempts at suicide
Summary: It has been two decades since you left Night Court, leaving the life you had always known. It had been five years since you were in Dawn Court, slowly healing with the help of its High Lord. Now, you had resided in Summer Court, Tarquin by your side through your healing process. But when a mating bond snaps between the two of you when your health turns for the worse, how would you process something that you never thought would happen in your immortal life? And when you decide to confront your former family, would you forgive them for their past discretions? The story of the aftermath of your broken heart of glass.
Note: From this request! Thank you so much for wanting a second part to “Breaking Like Glass”!! I love that everyone enjoyed that fic’s immense angst, so I will gladly give you guys the fluff, romance, and healing the reader needs. And I do hope this isn’t cheesy. I struggled a bit on writing this, whether to debate to make it angsty, but I feel like, it has enough of the balance. Please do enjoy!
Breaking Like Glass | Masterlist
“You know, my stardust, you don't have to do this… We can have our mating ceremony with our family. We don't have to invite Night Court…”
You let out a thoughtful hum as you lounged in one of the lounging chairs in Tarquin’s office, book in hand. You placed a finger on your page before looking over your shoulder at the High Lord of Summer, who looked at you with concern etched on his beautiful features.
After centuries of being with Rhysand, you had always thought that you would be content in not finding your mate. You had thought, and wished, that you would have eternity with the High Lord of Night Court. However, with the fiasco two decades ago, all you wanted to do was heal — fix your broken heart and mind from your torture from Under the Mountain, to fix your broken soul from being ripped apart by your family. You did not want to fall in love — you didn’t want to give your taped-up heart to someone and be worried about having it torn apart again.
You had safe-guarded your heart behind high, metal walls with a fog of darkness to protect it — to protect you from breaking all over again, and losing yourself once more.
But what you had never dreamed of was a mating bond to snap.
And you never thought it would be with another High Lord.
The very moment you had stepped into Summer soil, Tarquin had been nothing but kind and gentle, helping you through your decade of healing. He allowed you to take your time — he allowed you to wallow, he allowed you to be silent, he allowed you to grieve, something that you never were able to do while you were in Valeris. He allowed you to cry in anguish, he allowed you to cry in pain — he allowed the forty-nine years of suffering to seep out of your aching body. And he was silently there, beside you, watching over you… to ensure you were safe and well cared for while you did.
And that was all you could have wished for while you were healing. You didn’t need words, you didn’t need condolences… Tarquin allowed you to heal in the way that your heart and mind needed.
All the while Tarquin healed your broken soul that came upon the betrayal from Night Court, you would be sent back to Dawn Court to mend your mind and body from the tortures of the Attor. The two High Lords worked in tandem with one another… all for you. Both Tarquin and Thesan realized your worth, both realized your importance and believed it was worth their power and time to heal you.
It had been five years since you came from Dawn Court when the mating bond snapped between you and Tarquin.
It was when your nightmares had resurrected themselves from the grave, haunting you thoroughly to the point you had relapsed back from your progress.
You had screamed and clawed against everything that had neared you, your eyes frantic at the absolute fear and dread of returning to that moment in your life — the pain of the Attor and betrayal of your husband, that still lurked in the darkness of your fear. You had hurt yourself, multiple times during that relapse — skin broken with knives, daggers, broken glass — anything that your hands got to… hoping for the pain to seep out of your skin.
But Tarquin was there through all of that — grabbing and hiding everything that you could try to hurt yourself with. He fought tooth and nail to get to you, whispering sweet nothings — that you were worth it, you were worth the pain and anguish, that you were worth everything. And that you would get through the pain — and that he’d be right beside you through it.
You couldn’t feel it, the glow of the mating bond between the two of you — for you were too shrouded in your fear to notice.
All the while, Tarquin felt every emotion you had felt — the despair, the anguish, the pain that wracked your body. He fought back all the tears as he held you against him, pouring as much care and love through the newly found bond.
The relapse had taken an immense hit on your health — you were sick for weeks on end, going in and out of consciousness barely able to make out who had been taking care of you.
When you had been well enough, you had learned that Tarquin, himself, had been the one to care for you during your illness. And you, though you shouldn’t have been, was surprised at that fact. The High Lord of Summer Court took time away from his busy schedule to tend to you. He had owed you nothing… and yet he had taken time to care for you.
“Why did you do that…?” you had asked, storming into his office, pausing mid-step when you had seen Thesan and the Captain in the room. It seemed that you had interrupted an important meeting between the two High Lords — possibly about your condition.
Tarquin looked at you for a moment, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he looked at Thesan and gave him an apologetic nod of his head. Thesan glanced between the two of you before standing up from his seat on the plush couch and heading your way. The High Lord of Dawn smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss onto the crown of your head, “Hello, my child… be nice to him…”
The request was confusing to you as you allowed the High Lord and Captain to step out of the room, the click of the door resonating behind you — leaving you and Tarquin alone in that grand room. The atmosphere grew awkward and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip, you glanced everywhere besides the High Lord, and you heard him let out a chuckle.
You frowned, glaring at him slightly before watching him stand up and walk towards you, reaching out a hand for you to hold, “We have much to talk about, (Y/N)…” he murmured.
You stared at his hand, sighing softly before reaching over to place you had on top of his. His had always radiated warmth that you seemed to want to grasp onto often — it was warm and inviting, much like the summer sun he had ruled over. You followed him further into his office, walking past his desk and onto the large balcony overviewing his Court. There was a large settee that Tarquin led you to, sitting you down before he sat next to you, leaving a gap between both of you.
“Now… What was it you were saying, (Y/N)? About why I did that?” he questioned, turquoise hues staring at the massive land of his Court, allowing the summer breeze to greet the two of you.
Relaxing against the settee, you remained quiet for a few moments, eyes fluttering close at the breeze that tickled your skin. When you opened your eyes once more and turned your attention to the High Lord, you were slightly startled when you noticed he was staring at you — something in his eyes sparkling that you were unsure of… or slightly denied.
“…Why did you take care of me when I was ill?” you asked him, not bothering to beat around the bush, “You didn’t owe me anything, this… arrangement between us is only until I get better and can move on from my nightmares—”
“When did I say that this… arrangement is only until you get better?” he interrupted you with a raised brow, “I did not say anything like that. I am allowing you to stay until you want to leave… I’m giving you the choice to stay and to heal the way you need, unlike your time in Night Court. And, I took care of you because I wanted to, (Y/N). I couldn’t let you hurt yourself like you did, to be so haunted by your nightmares every waking second… I couldn’t let you suffer the way Rhysand let you for all those months…”
You flinched at the name of your former husband. It still ached — no matter how long it had been, it still ached hearing his name. Usually, Tarquin and Thesan avoided saying his name around you, both afraid of a possible relapse. You let out a shaky breath, as your eyes stared at something beyond him, a distant stare — feeling yourself move out of your body, a sensation that had started to become normal for you ever since you were in Dawn Court.
Feeling Tarquin’s warmth again, you blinked twice before focusing on him again a small smile tugged on your lips, and shook your head, “…I’m fine…” you whispered, head tilting down to look at your intertwined hands. You took deep breaths, something that Thesan had taught you after your moments of distance.
Tug, tug… you felt something in your chest. Your head tilted in confusion until you felt it again — tug, tug… You lifted your head and looked at the High Lord once more. You saw a twinkle in those turquoise hues, a hopeful look hidden within those depths.
“…What…” you muttered in disbelief, and you felt another tug in your chest.
“You felt it, did you not, (Y/N)?” Tarquin questioned, leaning forward slightly, warm hands gently gripping yours — as if preventing you from running away.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head, too scared for any words to escape you.
How could a mating bond happen? After everything that happened to you, your mind and body were broken, being held together by pieces of tape held together by Tarquin and Thesan — you could barely hold yourself together. Your healing process for the past fifteen years was slow, and there were many times when you believed you would never be okay again. How can someone like you be mated to another High Lord? How can someone as broken as you be another leader of a Court?
Thoughts of insecurities passed through your mind, unknowingly sending them down the newly formed bond. You were startled out of your thought by Tarquin’s hand gently caressing your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
“You do not have to accept the mating bond, as of yet, (Y/N)… I will wait, you can heal. Just know that I accept you, even if you are broken and torn. You still have years of healing to do, but I will be by your side — always.”
Tears ran down your cheeks as he shifted closer, pressing his hands on your cheeks to wipe them away. All you can do is nod. Allowing the love and warmth of the bond to slowly heal you.
It had been another five years since then. A little over two decades after you left Night Court to accept the bond. For five years, Tarquin had courted you, cared for you… loved you the way you needed. He did not force anything onto you and allowed you to fall in love with him in such a natural way that it felt second nature to you.
“…(Y/N)…” your mate called out to you, snapping out of your trance.
You blinked and refocused on the present, eyes focusing on Tarquin who had moved from his spot at his desk to you, hands rubbing your shoulders. Tilting your head back, you gave him a smile, reaching up with your free hand to reach up to run your fingers against his cheek as he looked down at you.
“No… I would like to invite them. I think… I need closure from my time there. And…” there was hesitance in your voice at the next words, “I do miss them. I lived with them for centuries, and all of a sudden I cut them off my life for a good reason… there are times when I missed them.”
Tarquin hummed understandingly as he squeezed your shoulders, “Understandable. We will invite them… But I worry—-”
“—- I won’t relapse. I promise…” you moved from your lounging position to sitting up, shifting so you were on your knees, at eye level with him. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist so you were steady as your hands placed themselves on his biceps, playing around with the fabric of his outfit, “I’m better — well, as best I can be — but I know you’ll be there… I will be fine.”
There was reluctance in his features, those turquoise hues trying to find any lie in your words before he gave you a nod.
“I concede…” he murmured and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the hesitancy in his words. Pressing a gentle kiss on the High Lord’s cheek, murmuring a thank you before moving back to your position on the lounge chair, picking up your book once more.
You looked back up to just miss the shake of his head, before he wrapped a hand around your neck, tilting your head up so he could lean down to press a kiss on your lips, “After our mating ceremony, I wish for you to initiate our kisses, my stardust…”
Feeling the warmth of your cheeks you stared up at him, “If that is the wish of my High Lord, then it shall happen…”
He let out a low chuckle before pressing another kiss on your lips, your book forgotten on your lap.
The ceremony venue was extravagant, to say the least — Tarquin, as well as Thesan from what you had gathered, pulled all the stops. The throne room of Summer Court was flourishing with flowers and the summer sun radiating down through all the large windows.
You were a nervous mess sitting in your room. It was still several hours before the ceremony, that you weren’t too nervous for; it was the fact that you were going to meet your old family once more.
The Captain of Dawn, your dear friend, had informed you that the Inner Circle just arrived at the outskirts of Summer Court. And that set off your nerves completely.
You had requested, when you had sent the letter to Night Court, to meet with them before your ceremony — to officially close the wounds between all of you.
And so when a knock startled you out of your worries, you turned around in your chair from your vanity where you were getting ready. Watching those doors open to reveal your old family.
There stood Rhysand, in his Night Court attire along with Feyre, who was at his side. There was a pang in your chest, the pain of their betrayal somehow festering its way back into your heart. But it was slowly soothed out by the warmth of the mating bond that Tarquin seemed to have sent your way. The doors closed behind the Inner Circle, and you noticed the Captain of Dawn stationed at the door.
Thesan’s lover is quite a busybody isn’t he…? You had sent down the bond to your mate. And all you felt was Tarquin’s chuckle as you focused back on the now.
You slowly stood up, a small smile on your features before you watched from the corner of your eye Mor heading to a sprint and giving you the biggest hug.
“… I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” she apologized, the words repeating on her lips as she squeezed you, burying her head into your neck.
Tears pricked the edge of your eyes as your arms wrapped around her and you buried your head to the crook of her neck, letting the blond curls tickle your face.
“… Mor…” you whined her name.
A sob wracked through the blonde’s body, “I’m just glad you’re okay. That you’re better…” she whispered before pulling back and staring at you, “I’m glad you found your mate. I’m glad that he’s making you happy — that you deserve happiness — after all the shit you went through and everything we had put you under…”
You smiled at her as you felt her cup your cheeks, nodding your head, “… — Thank you, Mor. I’m glad to see you again, truly. I missed you so much…”
A smile tugged on Mor’s features, “We will see each other more… if you let us.”
You nodded your head as she stepped away, allowing the rest of the Inner Court to greet you — hugging you and whispering their utmost apologies and congratulations.
Cassian had lifted you into his arms, something he used to do often when you were his Lady still, giving you a spin, “You will always be my Lady, (Y/N)…” he whispered into your ears, pressing a kiss against your cheek before literally handing you off to Azriel.
A giggle escaped your lips as you hugged the Spymaster as he pressed a kiss on your opposite cheek, “We will forever live with the regret of losing you…” Azriel hummed out, “We had and always will love you… But I wish for nothing but happiness for you…”
Your heart flourished at the words of your former family — the words that you had wished to hear two decades ago — slowly piecing your heart and soul back together. You had known, while you were healing, that they had always cared for you and that never meant to put so much pressure on you, unknowing of your nightmares and struggles after being Under the Mountain.
When you were settled back onto your feet, you turned to face Rhysand. The tension between the two of you was still high and you fought back all the urge to just run away from this confrontation between the two of you. You gave him a small smile before focusing your attention on Feyre who stepped up, reaching out to hold your hands.
“I am truly sorry…” she whispered, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours.
You understood why Rhysand fell in love with Feyre. You had heard of the great deeds she had done for Night Court, for Prythian… she was something you could never have been next to Rhysand. The true High Lady of Night Court.
And somehow, you were okay with it.
Shaking your head, you looked at the High Lady, “…You were just following the feeling of the mating bond. Like I said that night, I cannot fault you for choosing your mate. I cannot fault you for following the tug… I — I would like to extend my congratulations —-”
Feyre shook her head, brows knitting at your words, “Do not, please. I will not accept that not when I have unknowingly broken you along with the rest of your family. ”
You looked at her, nodding your head as you felt her step back and the familiar scent and presence of your former husband taking her place. You lifted your eyes to look into violet ones — ones that sparkled with regret, ones that you were in love with for so long.
Even if it was two decades that passed, you felt like you were still in sync with him, knowing what he wanted. Turning onto your heels, you made your way to one of the furthest balconies, Rhysand following your steps. The large window doors closed behind you, leaving both of you in a pocket of privacy away from prying ears. You could see, from the corner of your eye, the Captain making his way closer to the doors and all you could do was hold a hand up — signaling that you were fine and safe.
Turning back around, you focused on Rhysand who’s eyes were solely on you. Stepping past him, you made your way to the railing, pressing your hands on the warm marble, as you basked in the summer sun.
“(Y/N)…” Rhysand whispered one that was so quiet that the wind barely was able to carry it to your sensitive ears.
“I… I cannot forgive you, Rhysand…” you declared, eyes still closed as you let the warmth of your new home wash over you, to comfort you as you confront your past, “I cannot and do not fault you for choosing her. I can see why you had fallen for her — she’s beautiful, both inside and out. But I cannot forgive you for it. You had broken me so much, that there were many times during my healing that I wondered why I wasn’t enough for you to choose me. Wondering what I have done to make you choose someone else other than your wife who stood next to you for centuries.”
You could hear the shaky breath that Rhysand exhaled as you felt him stand next to you on the balcony.
You couldn’t look at him, every fiber in your body shaking to break again if you looked at him. You needed to be strong — for yourself and for the people around you who worried immensely for your health.
“I know… I know you would never forgive me, (Y/N). I have accepted that truth… I just wish things ended differently, you know? I wanted to let you know, that there was not a moment in our centuries together as husband and wife that I wished you were my mate… that there was not a moment that I did not love you…”
A broken laugh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and looked up at him once more, seeing those unshed tears in violet hues.
“… And there was not a time where I wished you were my mate… But it seems that Mother had a different path for both of us. One that led us away from each other.”
You reached up, with shaky hands, and attempted to touch him; however, your body paused, and with furrowed brows, you dropped your hand back onto your side. You could see Rhysand’s body slouched slightly as if missing your touch. A forced smile tugged onto your lips as you stepped back, creating a significant distance between the two of you, “… I hope you enjoy the ceremony, Rhysand…”
He knew when he was dismissed and he smiled at you before stepping out of the balcony. You watched with longing and pain as he and the Inner Court stepped out of your room.
“… Probably it wasn’t such a good idea to have the two of you alone together…” The Captain commented, stepping onto the balcony, worry in his tone.
“I’m fine… just give me a moment…” you whispered, pressing a hand against your chest, to calm down your heart. You slouched against the railing for a few minutes, feeling the bond in your chest to help your racing heart.
“…Do you need me—-”
“No… I don’t need Tarquin or Thesan right now. They’re in their own state of panic already…”
The Captain let out a chuckle, “That is true… They have set their mind to ensure that this ceremony would be perfect…”
After calming your heart, you straightened up and gave the Captain a light smirk, “…Busybodies the lot of them…” You stepped back into your room, allowing yourself to fix yourself up before the ceremony, the Captain following your trail.
You stood on the dias of the throne room, Tarquin by your side as the priestess started the ceremony. Your gown was a lovely mixture of blue, much like the oceans that crashed below the castle. The priestess’ words had gone deaf in your ears as all you could do was stare up at the High Lord of Summer, love and affection in your features as well as through the bond.
When the priestess had asked for the two of you to exchange vows, Tarquin looked at you with the same look as you did to him, a soft smile on his features.
“Never in my life, I would have thought to find my mate. I had thought that I would rule my Court without a High Lady by my side. But that fateful day I had whisked you away from Thesan and Dawn Court, all I had wished was for you to be mine.
“My stardust…” the nickname always made your heart skip in your chest, “I had fallen in love with you… despite your broken soul and heart. I was honored that you had trusted me enough to help mend your soul from the nightmares that haunted you, and that still haunt you till this day. But I couldn’t let you know of my affections, not when you had set yourself into healing. So I waited, waited for years and when that mating bond snapped, I knew I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I needed you in my arms, I needed to have your eyes set on me — rather than looking into your past. And when you had your relapse… I had to let you know. I had to let you know that you have someone, your mate, to be with you every step of your healing process.”
You felt tears trickle down your cheeks as Tarquin wiped them away, “You deserve this bond after everything that you have been through… the Mother has gifted you this bond. And I am honored to be at the end of that string.”
A sob escaped your lips and you couldn’t even find the words for your own vows. All you could mutter to him as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Thank you… I love you, I thank you, and I am also honored and blessed by the Cauldron to have you as my mate. Thank you for mending my heart. I am glad to give it to you, and not worry about it breaking…”
You watched through a tearful gaze, Tarquin giving you a radiant smile before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, “And I would never break it… not your heart that is precious like gemstones…”
You laughed as applause reached your ears, leaning up once more to kiss your mate.
Your heart was safe — mended together once more — and you knew it would never break again.
these cats are displaying remarkable theory of mind skills by not only registering that the humans can perceive them but actively trying to manipulate that perception! that requires one to be aware that other individuals have complicated interior thoughts of their own, to know that those thoughts are not always based on truth, and to quickly decide on the best possible “lie” for the situation. this is why I despise animal intelligence tasks based on obedience— some of the most clever moments stem from intelligent disobedience.
Was reading a SuperBat Fake Daiting Fic that really scratched an itch in my brain and now I can’t stop thinking about a Rhys x Reader AU where they’re both trying to avoid the arranged marriages their high lord father’s are putting on them and agree to fake date but slowly fall in love over time 🤤
Like imagine:
-Rhys sends big bouquets of night blooming flowers to Reader’s Court Estate at least twice a week. They’re always lavish and over the top and the whole estate starts smelling like jasmine. The servants start whispering in the halls about how much the Heir to the Night Court must care for them to spend so much money on flowers every week.
-They go to plays and musicals in both their Courts, waiting until they see a crowd to hold hands. Making sure people “catch” them together. Feigning kisses on the cheek and inside jokes whispered conspiratorially in the ear. Reader always laughs a little harder than necessary at his flirtation, a blush working it’s way up their cheeks, looking away before they can see the adoring look Rhys is obliviously giving them
-Their conversations are either tense and businesslike, setting down a well crafted plan to follow—“Make sure people see us holding hands.” “You should put your arm around my waist more, people are starting to ask if you don’t like to touch me.” “We should kiss after this date. Make sure people know this is progressing.”—or flirtatious and fake, a mask for all the Courts to see. Until an event at the Court of Nightmares turns into intimate conversations about the weight of their parents’ expectations.
-Business becomes routine. It becomes weird to not be out in public with each other. Business becomes oh no I care about them.
-But they can’t tell each other that. This is business, after all, it’s not supposed to be personal. The feel of his lips isn’t supposed to keep them up at night.
-Business becomes agony because everything they’ve ever wanted is literally right here in reach and for a few minutes each day they can pretend that it’s their’s even though it never really was.
-And oops oh no they actually kissed for real and maybe these very real feelings aren’t so one sided after all and they end up together for real
After a tragic parting between Nyx and the reader a letter from him reopens old wounds. He asks her to stay and she asks him to mean it.
Warnings: ANGST, mentions of war, blood, gore, and sickness. (Let me know if I forgot anything).
Word Count: 5k
Masterlist I Part 1
The night after he knelt in the dirt of that nameless street, you did not sleep.
You tried, Cauldron, you tried, but each time your eyes drifted closed, the hush of the room twisted itself into his voice: I would give up everything.
And you would jolt awake, every time, as though the silence itself had screamed. Fingers scrabbling for a pulse that was not there, for shoulders that were not beneath your cheek. Only the hollow clatter of your own breathing answered you. No warmth beside you. No weight in the mattress. The bedsheets cooled around the shape he had never occupied, and the ceiling sagged with the ache of everything unspoken, everything unfinished.
You lay there in the dark for hours, counting the cracks in the paint, tracing the bruises left by memory. His absence wasn’t just a missing space; it was a wound, a sharp-edged thing you couldn’t stop pressing against. Every breath was a reminder that he had meant it, that he’d meant every word even as it broke you.
Eventually, you rose. Not because you wanted to, but because staying still felt like drowning. You wrapped yourself in the frayed cloak you had bought at a second-hand stall, the one he’d once teased you for, and wandered out into the brittle night.
The streets were winter-stiff and hollow, echoing your footsteps like a dirge. Frost bloomed across your lashes. You passed shuttered windows and closed doors, every one a story that did not belong to you, every one a life that had kept going. Without him, time had not stopped. But you had.
Dawn found you on the riverbank, staring at the water as though it might carry an answer downstream. But it only carried ice, jagged and silent and slow-moving, like grief itself.
You whispered his name once, Nyx, and hated how it lodged behind your teeth. Hated how it trembled in your mouth like something alive. Hated that it tasted like goodbye, even when you had not spoken the word.
Even when you still couldn’t.
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Two days later, an Illyrian scout arrived at the apothecary where you worked. The bell above the door jangled softly, a brittle sound in the hush of late morning. Mud spattered his boots and vambraces, snow melting in his dark hair, but none of that mattered.
Because the scroll he held was sealed in black wax.
And stamped into that wax, clean, undeniable, was a star caught in twin wings.
Nyx’s seal.
The moment froze. Mortar and pestle stilled in your hand. The other apprentices turned to stare. Even the drying herbs, strung up along the rafters, seemed to hush.
Your heart had begun to slam against your ribs.
Then you fled.
You didn’t walk, you ran, up the narrow stairs to the loft above the shop, your breath catching sharp and ragged in your throat. The door clicked shut behind you, and still your hands trembled as you broke the seal. The parchment unrolled with a whisper, and for a moment, you didn’t want to look.
You already knew it would hurt.
And it did.
One line stared back at you, inked in that familiar, elegant hand, only this time, the letters wavered. Not from the ink, but from the hand that had written them. From him.
Tell me how to love you without unmaking you.
You didn’t breathe. You couldn’t.
It wasn’t an apology, not exactly. Not a promise, either. Just a prayer, desperate and bare and utterly too late.
You folded the parchment once. Then twice. Then again, until it was small enough to crush in your fist. But you didn’t crush it.
You just… held it.
Sat on the cold floor with your forehead pressed to your knees, your fingers clenched so tightly the paper wrinkled at the edges. The ache in your chest shifted, hollowed, like something inside you was being carved out slowly, methodically, by the echo of that line.
That night, you burned the letter.
Held it above a candle’s flame until the parchment caught, until the words curled and blackened. The smoke rose soft and thin, scented with cedar and something sweeter, something that wrapped around your throat like a memory you didn’t want.
Something that smelled like him.
You hated that, too.
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Rumors seeped across Prythian like spilled ink: whispers curling through court halls and council chambers, staining conversation with unease.
The young High Lord was missing from meetings. Training sessions passed without him. Missives came back in terse scrawl, when they came back at all.
Lords began to mutter. Allies exchanged sidelong glances. Rival courts sniffed at the air like wolves, catching the scent of something raw and unraveling.
And still, he did not return.
Feyre found her son in the spine-torn hours before dawn, when the stars had begun to fade but the sky had not yet softened. Rain sheeted over Velaris, cold and relentless, as she climbed to the roof of the House of Wind.
There he stood.
Nyx.
Wings half-furled, soaked through to the bone, hair plastered to his skull. He did not turn when she approached, only stared out at the storm as if it might swallow him whole, welcomed the ache of it, maybe even hoped it would drown the sound of her absence still ringing in his bones.
His hands were bare, fingers curled tightly over the stone balustrade, knuckles bone-white. His siphons glowed dimly, fractured embers of a power he no longer knew how to wield without wanting to destroy something with it. Himself, maybe.
Feyre did not speak at first. She only stood beside him, her cloak billowing in the wind, her heartbeat a quiet, steady reminder that he was not alone.
When her voice finally came, it was soft. Careful.
He answered without looking.
Their words were hushed, too low to echo off the stone. Mother and son. Two creatures made by love and shaped by grief.
But one sentence rose above the rest, spoken with the ragged conviction of someone who had already lost too much:
“I would trade the throne for her heartbeat.”
And Feyre, who had once bartered her soul for love, who had faced gods and monsters and war just to protect what her heart could not bear to lose, said nothing.
Her silence weighed heavier than any crown.
Because she understood.
Because she knew that sometimes, love did not ask what you were willing to give.
It asked what you were willing to lose.
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The collision was inevitable.
The tension that had knotted across Prythian for weeks finally snapped when a rogue Illyrian war-band chose the mortal borderlands for a raid. They believed the heir too distracted to notice, his grief too thick, his focus too fractured. They were right.
He noticed too late.
By the time the alarms reached Velaris, smoke already curled across the horizon. Fields burned. Homes collapsed inward like wounded hearts. Screams threaded through the wind.
Nyx winnowed straight into the carnage, no escort, no strategy, no command but one: stop this.
The moment his boots hit scorched earth, the world reacted. His power unfurled like a living storm, starfire surged from his palms, nightwind howled through the air, and shadows followed like wolves scenting blood. But even a High Lord cannot be everywhere at once.
And fate, as ever, chose its moment cruelly.
You were outside town, kneeling in a patch of brittle grass, gently gathering comfrey shoots for the apothecary’s tinctures. You remember the hum of bees, the scratch of dried earth against your palms, and then the sky darkened.
Not with clouds. With soot.
Then came the screaming.
You dropped everything, instinct overtaking sense. That stupid, beautiful instinct, the one that had always made you run toward the danger, not away from it. You sprinted into the smoke, heart a drumbeat of fear and disbelief, the scent of burnt wood and flesh burning your lungs.
You didn’t see the Illyrian.
Didn’t hear the swing of the mace.
There was only sudden light, white-hot, then pain. Then stone. The ground rising too fast to meet you. The world fractured. Silence.
They say the High Lord fell from the sky like a comet, his descent a blur of rage and starlight. That his power cracked the air, split the wind. That windows shattered when his roar echoed over the hills.
They say the shadows moved out of his way, not fled, but bowed.
And when he found you, broken and half-buried in bloodied earth, he dropped to his knees like a prayer. They say the light around him pulsed so violently it bled color from the world, seared the battlefield to silence.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t rage.
He only held you.
And then he began to heal.
No glamour, no finesse, just raw magic, unfiltered and unbound. He poured it into the shattered curve of your shoulder, into the gash carved across your brow, into your chest where your ribs stuttered uncertainly against your heart. His siphons sparked with strain. His breath tore ragged from his lungs. But he refused to stop.
He would’ve died there, on that blood-soaked field, if it meant pulling you back.
He only exhaled when you inhaled.
When you finally woke, the world had changed.
Sunlight spilled across polished stone and ivory walls, the House of Wind’s infirmary, high above Velaris. The scent of fresh bandages and warming herbs filled the room.
Rhysand stood sentinel by the door, quiet as dusk. Azriel lingered in the shadows, his siphons dim, shadows coiling protectively around the bed like they knew you now mattered more than anything else.
And there, knelt at your side, was Nyx.
His head bowed. His wings low.
His fingers laced through yours like he’d forgotten how to breathe without that tether. Like his very heartbeat was tied to your pulse.
There was reverence in his silence.
And grief.
And love, so much of it, too much of it, that it broke something open in your chest more thoroughly than the mace ever had.
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You demanded to leave the moment you could stand.
The words scraped from your throat like splinters, raw from disuse and defiance. The ache in your bones hadn’t faded, nor had the bruises blooming beneath your skin, but the stillness of the House, the sterile softness of its rooms, felt like a cage. Like mercy smothered in velvet.
“I’m leaving,” you said, breathing shallowly. “Today.”
Nyx stood across the room, arms folded tight across his chest, wings tense. “No.” His voice cracked, like it had been straining against this moment since the day you collapsed in his arms. “You almost died. Stay until you’re strong.”
“I almost died,” you shot back. Because your world bled into mine. Because I forgot I am breakable and you are not.”
Your voice didn’t rise, but it struck harder than any shout. It landed somewhere deep, somewhere tender. His jaw clenched. His wings flared slightly, not in anger, but in helplessness.
He took a step toward you. Then another. “Then make me breakable too.”
You stared at him, heart hammering behind your ribs. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes,” he said, softer now, more desperate. “I do.”
A beat of silence. The kind that vibrates with everything unsaid.
“Would you ask the Night Court to follow a lord without so much power?” you asked, nearly trembling.
“Yes.” The word was a breath. A vow. “If it meant following you.”
It shattered something. Between you. Around you. Inside you.
But before either of you could speak again, a current of power stirred the air. The scent of moonlight and paint. And Feyre entered.
She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.
The way the room shifted around her, the way even the shadows retreated, was testament enough to what she had built. And what she could destroy.
“Son,” she said gently, “love built this city…”
A pause, heavy with memory. With warnings forged in her own blood.
“…but love can also drown it. Do not mistake sacrifice for solution.”
Nyx’s shoulders sagged, wings folding tight against his back. The fury was gone. What remained was only grief.
“If I rule,” he whispered, “I lose her. If I keep her… I risk the court.”
His words clung to the air, like frost refusing to melt.
Feyre’s eyes drifted to you, not judgmental, not scolding. Just soft. Aching. Full of knowledge only survivors of love’s battlefield carry.
I know this choice, her eyes seemed to say. I once bled for it.
Nyx turned to her, voice unsteady. “So what would you have me do?”
Feyre looked at her son, truly looked at him. Not as the heir. Not as a symbol. But as a man torn in two.
“Decide who you are,” she said, “without crowns or masks. Strip it all away. Then…” her gaze flicked between you both, full of something unspoken and reverent, “…see if the love you carry still fits the shape of you.”
And then she left.
Leaving only silence in her wake, and a love too powerful to hold, too fragile to let go.
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Three nights later, you crept from the House of Wind while the city slept.
No fanfare. No footsteps trailing you. Just the whisper of your breath and the knowledge that if you hesitated even a heartbeat, you might never leave at all.
You paused only once, beside the wide windows overlooking Velaris, where the lights twinkled like a thousand distant wishes you no longer had the strength to make. Where you had once imagined a future. Where he had once imagined one, too.
The note was brief. A healer’s parchment, left on the pillow where his scent still lingered.
Thank you. I’m sorry.
You didn’t sign it. You couldn’t.
You tried to winnow.
The power he had poured into your broken body surged, fractured, caught, like a bird with half-healed wings. You landed hard at the western bridge of the Sidra, your knees buckling on the cobblestones. Gasping, trembling.
But you rose.
You walked.
Refused the carriage Cassian sent within minutes, he must have felt your absence like a shift in the wind. Refused Azriel’s silent escort when he emerged from the shadows like regret itself, offering no words, only a look that said don’t do this.
You did it anyway.
The city behind you pulsed with life and warmth and magic, unaware, or unwilling to acknowledge, the wound you left behind.
And the road ahead melted into a darkness that did not promise healing. Only distance.
At dawn, Nyx found the bed still made, the sheets cold. He reached for you out of habit, and found only absence.
He found the note. Read it once. Then again.
No one ever learned what he said. Not Cassian, though he raced to the door the moment Nyx's grief tore through the walls. Not Azriel, who lingered just beyond the threshold, shadows curling tight around his shoulders.
The walls of the infirmary, ancient, enchanted, and long-suffering, still refuse to repeat it.
But sometimes, if you stand there at sunrise, the stones hum like they’re mourning.
And the air tastes of starlight and salt.
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The year that followed became legend.
Not because of wars won or lands gained. Not because of power displayed or alliances forged.
But because of what the High Lord of the Night Court endured.
He buried himself in treaties and patrols, in mending roads and repairing the scorched bones of villages left ruined by Illyrian recklessness. Every shattered wall rebuilt with his magic, every treaty signed with hands that once cradled your face like it was the only soft thing left in the world.
He wore duty like penance, crown like iron chains, wings always half-unfurled as though ready to fly after something, someone he could no longer reach.
He rarely laughed. He never smiled.
Even his shadows turned quiet, curling close to him like they feared what silence would do to him.
And yet, each month, without fail, on the night of the full moon, he flew north.
No guards. No family. No explanation.
Just him and the wind and the ache that hollowed him more completely than battle ever could.
He flew across frozen rivers and forgotten trails, soaring over mountain passes where only stars bore witness. Searching.
Always searching.
Strapped to his belt was a single parcel. Inside: a bedroll, food, salves, for if he found you living rough. A stack of letters, some new, some so worn the ink had bled, meant for the day you might listen. A ring of polished starlight and carved nightglass, meant for the day you might say yes.
He returned empty-handed every time.
Never spoke of what he saw. Never told his mother what he hoped for. Never told his father how many times he mistook a flicker of campfire for you. How many times he found the impression of a body in the snow, still warm. How many times he almost believed he was too late.
Some said he searched for a ghost.
Others whispered he was chasing a dream he’d already lost.
But those who loved him, those who knew the weight of grief, said nothing at all.
Because they recognized the look in his eyes when he came home each month.
Not broken.
Not yet.
But thinning, like a thread pulled too tight, too long, and fraying from both ends.
A High Lord held together by nothing but memory and moonlight.
And the promise that maybe, somewhere, you were watching the same sky.
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You found a stone cottage at the edge of the world, where Prythian's magic thinned, where the mortal seas carved cliffs into jagged scars. The locals said nothing grew there, not properly. But you planted roots anyway. Not in soil, but in silence.
The wind howled through the warped shutters, salt gnawed the iron hinges. The roof leaked in three places. Moss grew between the floorboards like it had more right to be there than you did.
You liked that.
You liked how ruin didn’t pretend. How it bore its damage in plain sight and asked for no forgiveness.
Each morning, you walked the coastline barefoot, letting cold water bite your ankles. You brewed potions for the fishermen’s nerves, stitched wounds from rusted nets, set bones with a healer’s touch still half-lit by his power. You taught the village children to read by firelight, your voice quiet over the pages of dog-eared books.
You lived.
And most days, that felt like enough.
But there were nights when the ache grew loud. When you lit a single candle and let it burn low, tracing the faint scar at your temple, the one his magic had sealed too quickly to fade. The one that hummed, some nights, like it remembered him. Like it still belonged to him.
And you wondered, with a kind of detached cruelty, whether the missing piece of you still lived in his hands.
Suddenly lightning split the sky like a prophecy, and the ocean answered with waves that rose like giants.
Then, Starlight and Nyx descended.
Wings wide and slick with rain, shadows coiled tight to his spine, his power burst outward in a silent command. The sea stilled. As easily as closing a door against the wind.
Your hands trembled as you tightened a bandage. You did not look at him, not even when his boots hit the sand, not even when you felt his gaze like sunlight against skin starved of warmth.
His hair was plastered to his brow, soaked through. His leathers dripped onto the sand, eyes the color of midnight and thunderclouds. But beneath all of it lived that same wild light, that same relentless hope.
He stepped forward, soaked to the bone and shivering despite the starfire crackling beneath his skin. Like he’d flown through lightning to get here. You wouldn’t have doubted it.
“I won’t kneel,” he said, voice nearly lost to the wind. “Not because I’m too proud… but because if I do, I’ll never find the strength to rise when you walk away again.”
Your breath caught. The surf roared behind you. “Why are you here?”
He swallowed, jaw tight. “To stop being a ghost.”
One hand lifted, paused midair, fingers curled as if reaching hurt. “I can give you a thousand reasons to hate me,” he said, quietly. “I only need one to hope you still don’t.”
You opened your mouth. Closed it again.
Because the pain had been buried too deep, packed too tightly. It had become armor. And you weren’t sure how to move without cracking apart.
Silence stretched between you, drawn and brittle.
When you didn’t answer, he nodded. Slow. Like he’d known it would end this way. Like he would not beg.
From his belt, he pulled a small object and pressed it into your palm.
A pendant, shaped from star-iron. Two cupped hands cradling a single seed of light. Still warm from his skin.
“For storms,” he said. “It calls the wind, if you need it.”
Your fingers curled instinctively around it. “Why?”
A breath. A heartbreak. A truth.
“Because I’m tired of arriving too late.”
Then he backed away. Wings dragging furrows in the sand. No goodbye. No last look.
Just wind, and the sudden rush of air as he took to the sky, rising into the storm like a wish the world hadn’t deserved.
And still, the amulet burned in your hand.
As if it knew it wasn’t over. Not yet.
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You wore the amulet beneath your clothes the way someone might carry a splinter: both irritant and comfort, buried too close to the heart to remove. Some nights you forgot it was there. Some nights it felt like a second pulse.
Weeks slipped past, quiet and cold and cruelly ordinary.
Crocuses shouldered through frost like hope too stubborn to die. Gulls nested on your eaves, crying at dawn. The sea, restless as ever, brought in driftwood and secrets.
The villagers spoke of shadows now and then, passing shapes over the water at strange hours. Too large for a gull. Too silent for a storm cloud. You never looked up.
You refused to look up.
Until the sickness came.
It started in the youngest, small coughs, pink cheeks, no appetite. But by sunrise, lips blackened and breath came in gasps. A lung-rot. Swift and merciless.
The mortal healer from the next town lasted two days before he grew pale and quiet and did not return. Your own supplies ran low. Herbs that had cured fever now crumbled useless in your palm.
You fought it anyway. You fought with boiled roots, with old songs, with trembling hands and whispered prayers. But for every child whose fever broke, another fell silent.
In a cramped room thick with the smell of sickness and sweat, you knelt beside a boy no older than six and listened to the hitch in his breath. Heard it rattle. Felt it in your chest like a blade.
Your fingers twitched toward your satchel.
But it was empty.
And your power, stolen from that battlefield healing, patchwork and thin, was not enough.
Your hand drifted to your throat.
The amulet lay there, cold against your skin, heavier than it had ever been. It hummed faintly now, as if it knew you were listening. As if it had always known this moment would come.
And in your mind, one memory surged forward:
A battlefield, black with ash. Your body broken. Blood soaking the earth. His hands glowing, shaking, saving.
You didn’t think. You couldn’t.
You closed your hand over the amulet.
And the wind answered.
It roared through the cottage, rattled the windows, lifted the roof slates. The air itself bent.
And then,
He winnowed in.
Nyx appeared in the center of your kitchen like a storm given shape, siphons blazing, power dripping from his skin like starlight in freefall. His chest was heaving. His eyes searched the room, found yours, then dropped to the child in your arms.
You said nothing.
You didn’t need to.
You handed the boy to him like a prayer, like a wound only he could heal.
Nyx knelt. Right there on your kitchen floor. Wings half-furled, hair damp with sea spray, hands already glowing.
Power pooled beneath his palms like spilled moonlight. It crept along the boy’s chest, sank into bruised skin, filled hollow lungs with light and breath and life.
You felt it, not just in the air, but in your bones. In the ache behind your eyes. In the ache you hadn’t let yourself feel in months.
The boy took one breath. Then another.
Then steady, even life.
And Nyx collapsed back onto his heels, trembling from the cost, from the relief, from the unbearable truth of it all.
But he didn’t stop there.
He saved the others, too.
House by house, bed by bed. All night, you moved side by side, water and starfire, poultice and power. He winnowed from home to home without rest. You handed him what herbs you had left, murmured names of the sick, wrapped bandages, spooned broth into open mouths.
He never once asked why you called him.
And you never once asked why he came.
Dawn rose slow and pink, like breath after pain, and the wind stilled at last. The sickness lay cold and defeated on the threshold, banished by hands that once held crowns, and still reached for you.
You didn’t speak, not even as you watched the sun rise over the sea. But you stood next to him, shoulder brushing wing, and let the silence carry what words could not.
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Exhaustion pinned you to the porch steps like a weight you'd carried too long. Your bones ached with it, your ribs, your knees, your heart. The sickness was gone, the village safe, but the stillness afterward was always the hardest. There was nothing left to do but feel.
He sat beside you in silence, close but not touching, wings slouched low and draped along the rail like tattered banners after a losing war. Salt wind combed through his damp hair, tugged at his sleeves. He let it. Didn't bother to smooth his crownless mess of curls or brace himself in any princely posture. He just sat, breathing unevenly, like every inhale hurt.
Neither of you spoke.
For a long time, the only sounds were the rhythmic hush of waves crashing far below the cliffs, the distant creak of shutters in the wind, the thin cry of gulls wheeling above a village that, come morning, would wake to children laughing instead of coffins being nailed shut.
The kind of miracle no one would write about. Except maybe him.
Finally, voice quiet as dusk, he broke the silence. “I know my presence hurts you.”
You didn’t look at him. You closed your eyes instead. Felt the wind bite at your cheeks, the edges of yourself too raw to hide. “Not as much as your absence.”
His breath caught.
A small, guttural sound escaped him, something between an exhale and a wound. “Then what do I do?” he asked, and you could hear the plea underneath the question. The desperation. The fear.
You tilted your face toward the sea. Watched the wind pull silver ribbons across the water. “Ask me to stay,” you whispered. “And mean it. Mean it with no titles in your voice.”
The porch creaked as he shifted, as he turned toward you fully. When you finally looked, his eyes met yours, and gods, they were incandescent.
Not just glowing with power, but with something older. Rawer. Something unshielded, wounded, real. The kind of expression you only wear when you’ve lost everything once and can’t bear to lose it again.
“Stay,” he said.
No crown in his voice. No command. Just hope.
“Not as a secret. Not as a sacrifice,” he continued, every word deliberate, trembling with reverence. “Stay because every story I want to write begins with your name.”
The world stilled.
A tremor began in your chest and rippled out. Tears slid hot and uninvited down your cheeks before you could stop them. You didn’t bother wiping them away.
“And if I say yes?” you asked, your voice a breath, a broken shard of something fragile and foolish and real.
He smiled then.
Crooked and uncertain and familiar, so achingly familiar it cracked something inside you. It was the smile he’d given you beneath that cracked lamppost on the edge of Velaris, when he was only Caius, when the night held its breath and neither of you had known what would come.
His hand inched closer, palm up, fingers slightly curled.
“If you say yes,” he murmured, “then the court can learn to love a healer who hates crowns.”
You blinked at him, startled, the tears still hot on your skin.
“And if they will not…” he added softly, “I will abdicate at dawn.”
Your head snapped toward him. “Nyx-”
“I am their High Lord,” he said, firm now. “But I am also a man who watched the world end the night you walked away. A crown rebuilt it, yes. But only you-” his voice broke, just barely “-only you can make it worth living in.”
You let out a breathless sound. A laugh, maybe. Or a sob. It was hard to tell.
“That is the most selfish, foolish, beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” you whispered, half-choking on the truth of it.
He only nodded, like he knew. Like he agreed.
Then, carefully, he reached out again.
His hand found yours.
Warm. Familiar. Trembling.
Gentle as a prayer.
“Then stay,” he whispered, “and teach me to be wiser.”
You looked down at your joined hands. At the callouses that had never faded. The scar on your temple that would never disappear. The ache in your heart that had never stopped beating for him.
And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel broken when you held his hand.
You felt whole.
The sun broke the horizon then, a thin, trembling line of gold on water. You remembered a rooftop, a riverbank, a heartbeat beneath your palm. You remembered lies and letters and the ache that never learned to leave.
And you realized the ache was not absence, it was space. A space still waiting to be filled, if you dared.
So you laced your fingers tighter through his.
You turned your face into the sunrise, and with your voice unsteady but certain, you answered.
“Then let the world learn.”
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a/n: I hope you guys love this!! I got the idea for a part two from @blessthepizzaman I hope it was what you were imagining <3
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