Feysand throne smut
In which they give the night court a show.
Smut, exhibitionism, mature content
Rhys motions to me with a flick of his finger. A slight movement that sends my heart spinning at the thought of what we are about to do. Earlier today, we agreed there was no need to hold back when holding court tonight. We no longer take any of the inner circle with us to the Court of Nightmares, as both our magic is enough that nobody is stupid enough to try anything. Plus, Rhys has been working on his shielding and nobody would be able to get close to us anyway. Territorial fae male bullshit. So when I make my way onto his lap with just this scrap of fabric covering me, my stomach drops with fear, not at Rhys - never at Rhys - but at the show we are about star in.
“Are you sure, Feyre darling?” He purrs, nuzzling my ears and firmly placing a palm against the small arch of my back.
“Are you?” I whisper back, and any inch of concern drains out of his lilac eyes as his pupils expand and a hunger enters them. I never get used to seeing him like this; never get used to the way my body tenses with need and loosens at the same time. I trace a hand down the swirls I can see through the low neck line of his tunic and he stills my hand. “In the mood for playing first, my beautiful, wicked mate?”
He grabs both of my wrists and pins them with one hand at the base of my back, and then tugs making me display my hardly covered breasts to him. How useless this cloth was finally hits me and I realise the whole room is watching. Not only watching, but probably scenting our arousal too. Rhys must have read my thoughts, because with his free hand he holds my chin and angles it until I’m looking directly at him through my lashes. “You think I’m going to take my time with you, darling? Why would I do that, when I can I have them watch you cum for me within a matter of seconds? When I can add your moans as another part of the musician's melody?” Without hesitation, he picks me up and sets me back down facing the court. He pins my back against him with an arm crossing my stomach, while his other hand circles the tops of my thighs. “Would you like that, darling?”
I nod. “With words” he growls into my neck. “Yes” I moan. He slowly peels back the fabric covering my right breast and slides it down my shoulder till it’s fully bare. I see the fae staring now, not at the both of us anymore but at me at my bare breast. It only makes my adrenaline pump and I feel myself grow wetter. Rhys starts to circle his finger around my breast, getting gradually closer to my hardened nipple as his hand starts to snake further up my thighs. Still teasing and biting my neck and ears with his mouth, he whispers “do you like that, darling? Do you like them watching as I claim you? As you let me touch you like my own personal play thing?”
“Yes, more... please” I moan.
“Since you said please”. His hands stop their delicate touches and he goes straight to my core, rubbing a finger on my most sensitive part through the fabric at the same time as pinching my exposed nipple. A moan escaped me at the sudden contact and anyone who hadn’t been watching was watching now, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as Rhys stroked me.
“More... please” I breathed, arching my back into him. “Greedy little thing” he said, blowing warm breath onto my neck and pushing the fabric at my crotch back, revealing how wet and ready I am for him to the room. The room gasped along with me as I felt the sensation of his thumb caressing my wetness and then back up to my throbbing bundle of nerves. He knew that it would only take a few of his expert sweeps to push me over the edge, so of course wanting to prove how fast he can make me cum, his thumb started its careful massaging as he played with my nipple. I could feel myself rising at an alarming pace and all he had to say was “come for me darling” and I was a writhing mess of pure starlight. The thought of everyone in the room watching me as noises escaped my mouth, that I was too high to register, only drew my orgasm on. Only when I went limp against him did his thumb stop.
Breathing heavily and practically feeling his smirk of male satisfaction. “Boastful prick” I panted heavily.
“Well, why not when I have so much to be boastful for? Shall we show them what else we can do?”
“Definitely”.
