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Azriel

Moms Day Off (Fluff)

Expanding Worlds (Smut)

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Moms Day Off

Hello!

A look inside Az’s first time alone with his and readers baby girl! He gives girl dad, idk <3 it’s not very long, just a glance in to what a solo day might look like for him as a first time dad!

Hope you enjoy :)

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“And don’t forget to-“ Azriel cuts off his mate mid sentence with a kiss.

“I’ve got this, my love. Please, enjoy your time with the girls. A bottle every couple of hours, diapers, tummy time, naps. We’ll be just fine. You deserve this.” He says, smoothing down her hair before turning her towards the door and hugging her from behind. “I’ll read and sing to her. We’ll have a great time.”

You had just recently brought a beautiful baby girl in to the world. Feyre wasn’t kidding when she said it would be nearly impossible to part with your baby for the first time- no matter how short that time apart may be. Azriel knew just how exhausted you were and had secretly plotted with Nesta and Feyre to get you out of the house and down to the new spa that had just opened up in Velaris. He knew his sweet mate needed a break, just a few hours to herself to get her feeling refreshed.

“Okay,” she finally sighs. “I’ll be back soon. Give her kisses from mama as soon as she wakes up, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies. “Now shoo. I love you.” He says, planting one last kiss on her cheek before she finally, finally walks out the door.

“Alright, little one. Just you and I for a bit.” He says as he makes his way over to the babe napping peacefully in the bassinet.

Thirty short minutes went by before the horrors began.

Their sweet daughter awoke in a fuss. The type of fuss that would suggest she hasn’t eaten in days rather than the 2 short hours it had actually been.

“Okay, okay! Daddy is hurrying, the bottle is warming, let’s get you changed and all will be well!” He says, the anxiety in his gut simmering something fierce at the sound of his little one so upset.

As he picks up their tiny baby girl, he quickly realizes she’s covered in… poo. All up her back, soaking her tiny gown. He glances down at the bassinet, noting that it’s covered in the same unsightly and outright foul scented substance.

“Heavens, child…” he says, eyes wide in shock. “How about a bath while we prep that bottle, yeah?” He says in a hushed tone, attempting to soothe her cries. He makes his way to the sink in the kitchen and fills her little miniature tub with warm water. He then realizes he forgot a towel.

“Uh. Okay. Hold on, then.” He says, glancing around while still keeping the babe at a full arms length distance away so as to not cover himself in the mess as well. He makes his way across the house in search of a towel, nearly tripping three separate times on the toys strewn about the house. The third time is what left him covered in baby poo as well, clutching the babe to his chest, the fear of dropping her much greater than the fear of being covered in poo. Heart pounding, he finally finds a towel and brings her back to her little bath.

“In you go, love.” He coos as he places her in the water, glancing down at his soiled shirt. “I’ll just… change that after we’re done…”

Soon after, he finds himself sitting in the living room, small babe cradled in his arms and thoroughly chugging her bottle. “See, Daddy isn’t doing so bad now, is he?” He says as he watches her little hands grasp his fingers that are holding the warmed bottle of milk. As she finishes the last drops, he brings her up to his shoulder, patting her back to release any trapped air bubbles. Five minutes go by with no burp in sight. He brings her to face him before speaking, “Must not have anything in there, hm?” She responds with a coo, a toothless grin on her face. “Happy girl, huh? There’s my smiley baby!” He says with a chuckle. That’s when the burp reveals itself- followed by spit up splattering his chest. His smile drops but the grin on his daughters face only grows.

Another hour later and Azriel finds himself on the floor, facing his tiny little one. “Just lift your head up, love! Come on! Just a little lift! Hey! It’s Daddy, I’m over here!” He excitedly coos, trying to encourage her to lift her face off of the blanket laid out on the floor. She does nothing but kick her feet in protest instead, unhappy to be practicing any of this “Tummy Time” that her mother says is crucial to her developing muscles. “Alright then, this isn’t a hit either.” Azriel sighs. He’s read to her, sang to her, and handed her toy after toy before settling on this activity. She’s been pleased by exactly none of it.

Now he finds himself pacing back and forth, patting the small babe on the booty, shushing and humming any tune that comes to mind. It’s well beyond time for her next nap but it seems that every time he attempts to place her in her bassinet, sheets freshly changed, her eyes pop right open and she cries out once more. So he continues his pacing, a bewildered look permanently etched on to his face.

A couple of bottles, diapers, shirt changes and activities later, Azriel is sitting in the chair in front of the fireplace, his small babe sleeping soundly on his chest as he hums softly to her. He hears the door open and shut softly, his mate making her way over to them.

“Hello, my love. How’s it been?” She asks in a whisper. “It’s been… a really good day.” He responds with a smile. “Did you enjoy your spa day?” He questions. “Gods, yes. It was exactly what I needed. Thank you so much for insisting I take some time for myself.” She answers, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I’m just going to fix myself a cup of tea and then I’ll help you get her settled in her bassinet.” She states before making her way to the kitchen.

Azriel glances down again at the babe in his arms. His heart is so full, having never thought he’d find himself so lucky. Every mess, all the laundry, all the dishes, diapers, spit up and the like- it’s all worth it, just to hold this tiny life in his arms. Just to love her and his mate.

“Az, honey… is this a poo smear on one of my new towels?” He hears you chuckle from the other room. He leans his head back against the chair, shaking his head with a smile on his face. “I’ll buy you a new set, love. And then some, for all that you do for us.”

[ghostlyinsight]

Hi friends! I’m sort of struggling for ideas to write. Any suggestions? Something you’d like to read but haven’t come across yet? Can be smutty, fluffy, whatever honestly. I just need to exit the brain fog :)

Thank youuu

[ghostlyinsight]

Expanding Worlds

Azriel X Y/N

Uhm hi :) I have never written such a thing and it’s FILTH, FORGIVE ME.

Minors do not interact

NSFW

Begging everyone to be kind, ITS MY FIRST SMUT PLS

I wasn’t quite sure how to start it all out, all I knew is there was an idea in my mind that needed to be OUTOFIT. Reader is Made. She’s a proper lady, idk idk.

Trigger Warnings, none really I guess?

Soft Dom Az? A smidge of shadows, innocent reader? They get nashty, that’s all I know for certain. I hope you enjoy <3

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I should not have listened to Nesta. She insisted my regular reading material was far too tame and now I am stuck in the library of the House, on my third filthy novel she had recommended to me. There’s a burning ache between my thighs and I fear I’m addicted. She has permanently damaged my brain and I am a disturbed heathen just like her, now. Lucky girl has a mate to satiate the urges these books draw out of you, though. I have nothing but my right hand. How can I be expected to satiate these urges with only my fingers? She’s wounded me with nothing more than a cackle when she left me here to “expand my world”.

I can’t help but chew on my lower lip as my thighs rub together on their own accord, desperate for some sort of friction and release to this infernal ache. I close the book and make my exit down the hall to my chambers. Closing the door behind me, I cross the room and sink down on to my fluffy sheets. Every caress on my skin has my nerves firing off, the pulse between my thighs growing with anticipation. Gods, I can’t believe I’m doing this. All because of these damned books. I run my hand slowly and sensually down the front of my silk gown, down to the apex of my thighs. I slip my hand in to my under garments and gather up the flood of wetness, bringing it to my clit and circling it gently. I can’t help the soft whine that escapes my lips. Have I truly neglected my body so thoroughly? I have never taken a lover… and it’s not often I indulge in such scandalous activities. Of course I know of such things, but I had always planned to save my body for my husband. For the other half of my soul. In my current state of desperation, I might be inclined to throw that idea to the wind, though.

I continue the gentle circles on my clit, the tingling pleasure growing swiftly. This won’t take much with how worked up I am. My nipples harden against my gown and I shut my eyes, picturing the scene in my mind that I had just read in the novel. The male had his head buried between her thighs, his tongue pleasuring her. I reach up with my left hand and take my breast in my hand, pinching and tugging my nipple gently. A louder moan escapes my lips as I quicken the pace on the bundle of nerves my fingers are circling.

Just as I begin to give myself in to my fantasy, I hear a soft knock at my door. My eyes shoot open, fingers quickly retreat and I sit up startled. I smooth down my hair, settle my gown and make my way to the door. Upon opening, I find Azriel patiently waiting on the other side.

“Oh! Hello, Azriel. What can I do for you?” I say, realizing how flushed and out of breath I am. I do my best to keep my composure.

“Good evening, Y/N. I was wondering if you’d like to-“ he stops suddenly mid sentence as I see his nose twitch. Oh gods. He can smell it, can’t he? I remember the conversation I had with Nesta and Feyre when I was first Made. They warned me that the senses of the Fae were heightened and they could often scent many things that we couldn’t as humans. Arousal included. My face heats quickly at the memory and I’m positive the panic on my face is visible. I am so embarrassed.

I glance around everywhere but Azriel’s eyes for a moment before settling on his face. I clear my throat, “go on?” I urge, hoping he chooses to ignore this whole debacle. It’s then that I notice the shift in his features. His eyes are darker… his expression as a whole somehow seems sinister in a way I can’t quite describe.

Finally he speaks, “Can I come in?”

His voice is dripping with a certain grit that I’ve never heard from him before. He is always the perfect gentleman, his composure never faltering, ever polite and kind.

Before I can respond, he’s suddenly walking in to my room, backing me up as he goes. I hear the door shut behind him but all I can really make out is him as his shadows seem to swarm to life around him. He stops in the center of the room, less than a foot away from me. I crane my neck to look up in to his eyes, my breath catching.

“I can help you. Would you like me to help you?” An animalistic expression has taken over his features. My breath quickens as I realize there could be nothing else he’s offering to assist me with. My thoughts are a storm within my mind, unsure how to respond. The ache between my thighs seems to have reignited at his words but I’m torn. It’s no secret that Azriel is probably the most handsome male to walk this world. I’d be lying if I said I had never thought of him in that way… he’s often a permanent figure in my less than ladylike dreams. But for this to be real? Gods… damn the waiting. Azriel has always been so good, so kind. He would be a perfectly acceptable person to always share this memory with.

Having come to my conclusion, I try my hardest to settle my nerves. “Yes..” I finally respond in a breathless whisper. In an instant, his lips crash down on mine, a growl ripping through his throat. Suddenly his hands are all over me, in my hair, on my hips, pulling me in to him. A whimper leaves my throat as I bring my hands up to tangle in his hair. He makes quick strides to the bed, never parting our lips. Shadows, much stronger than what I would have originally thought, suddenly yank me down on to the bed as Azriel strips his shirt off.

Standing before me is some sort of dark, winged god. His body is truly like a sculpture beyond what the hands of any great artist could ever craft. The gentleman in Azriel has quickly been replaced by a creature driven only by what seems to be desire and instinct. He leans down and begins to make his way up the bed, crawling up my body and never breaking eye contact.

“Part those pretty thighs for me, lovely.” His soft instruction a steep contrast from the gravel in his voice. My heart races, “I feel I should warn you… I have never done this before.” I say. Azriel’s eyes flutter as a groan leaves his parted lips. “Fuck… I can have you though, right? You’ll let me take care of you?” Oh gods, he’s nearly pleading and I am absolutely done for. “Yes, yes you can have me..” I respond, panting and honestly nearly drooling at how sexy he sounds right now. What can only be described as a sadistic grin spreads across his lips. “You’re such a good girl.” He says before connecting his lips to mine once more. He reaches down between us and slowly draws my thighs apart before pulling my panties to the side and dipping a finger in to the silky wetness. He moans in to my lips and I grip his shoulders at the sensation of having fingers other than my own exploring my most intimate parts. He brings the wetness up to my clit and begins a slow, torturous pace, circling and gently increasing pressure.

“Is this what you were doing in here, pretty girl? Hm? What’s got you so worked up that I had to come in here and take care of you like this, baby?” He dips his head down to my neck, licking and kissing teasingly. “I… I read a book…” I whimper out as best I can. “A book? That’s all it took, sweet girl? Fuck, I can do better than a book.” He says with a nip to my neck.

He sits up on his knees then and grips my hips, pulling me down so my thighs are on either side of him. My thin gown has ridden up, exposing my light blue underwear to him. “Can I undress you, baby? I want to see all of you… I just want to make you feel good.” He asks so sweetly, I couldn’t say no to him if I wanted to. My eyes shut and my head lulls to the side. “Yes, whatever you want, Az. Please.” As soon as he’s given permission, I feel the cool tendrils of his shadows tracing up my sides, bringing my gown up with them. I lift enough for the gown to come off and the harsh air meets my breasts. Not for long though, because the same shadows come to caress them. “You’ll let them play too, won’t you?” He asks again and all I can do is nod. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and I don’t think I have ever been so aroused in my life. I feel Azriel’s hands reach my underwear and they’re discarded quickly. “Look at you,” he finally groans out. “Absolutely soaked.” He shimmies down, bringing his lips to each of my thighs.

“Can I tell you something, baby?” He asks, and I croak out a barely audible “what is it?” In response. “I think I’m going to keep you.” He says just before licking a long strip up my wetness. A gasp leaves my throat and my hand quickly tangles in his hair, the other gripping the bed sheet. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you. Do you know how many nights you’ve had me fisting my cock? How many times I’ve almost knocked on that door and got on my gods damned knees for you? I could beg. I don’t beg but I would have for a taste of you.” Another lick up my pussy. “I was knocking on that door tonight to ask you out to dinner. Was gonna take you out, treat you so nice baby, then I was gonna take you home and have you for dessert.” His words are clouding my mind, eating up my senses. He takes my clit between his lips and sucks. “Imagine my surprise to find you in the state I did. Already so fucking needy… fuck, baby…” and then he unleashes himself upon me. Licking, sucking, moaning against me. I’m reduced to nothing but a puddle beneath him, unable to form coherent sentences. My hips buck against his face, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. I didn’t know I could feel like this, didn’t know he felt for me the way he described… gods I would have said yes to dinner, I would have said yes to anything, everything. Pressure quickly begins to build in my abdomen. “Oh gods…. Azriel… I..” I can’t even finish my words before the pressure finally reaches its peak, snapping and shattering, filling my whole body with warmth and tingles. I’m barely aware of the flood of wetness leaving my pussy as it aches and clenches around nothing. Never in all my attempts to pleasure myself has it ever felt like this… never so complete and all consuming. As the waves of euphoria slowly subside, I glance down at Azriel, finding him between my legs with that same sinister grin. The lower half of his face as well as his chest are glistening. “You made a mess, pretty girl. And I’m not even done with you yet.” He says as he moves to his feet and begins unbuckling his belt.

I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten myself in to but I’m far too enthused to stop. Azriel removes his belt and his pants fall to the ground. Next are his undergarments. The shock must be evident on my face as I take in the size of him. I have nothing to compare with but I just know he is large. Very large. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll make sure it fits.” He says with a smirk as he climbs back on to the bed and settles against the headboard.

“Come here, lovely.” He instructs and I make my way to straddle his lap on my shaky legs. I glance down at his erection between us and bite my lower lip. “Can I… can I touch you?” I ask, and he chuckles before pecking my lips. “Explore.” He offers. I circle my hand around the tip of him, feeling the soft skin. I experimentally move my hand up and down his shaft, looking to his face to see his reaction. His pupils are blown, and he’s entirely focused on my hand wrapped around him. “Is this okay? Do you like it?” I ask nervously. “It’s good, baby. Go slow. I don’t want to cum until I’m in your perfect little pussy.” His head hits the headboard behind him as he starts to pant softly. “Can I taste it?” I ask as I start sliding down his thighs to bring my face to his cock. “Fuck…” he hisses out. “Yes… just for a minute and then I have to be inside of you.” I giggle a little at his words, proud of how he’s reacting to my touch, at how badly he wants me. I bring my lips down to him and place a soft kiss on the tip.

He brings his hand to my hair, tangling in the strands. “Open.” He instructs as he taps my cheek with his other hand. I open my mouth and let him lower my mouth on to him. I close my lips around him and circle the tip with my tongue. I can taste the drops that have gathered at the top and moan softly at the taste of him. “You’re such a good girl, I knew you would be. Always so proper and polite. Always doing as you’re told. And now you’ve got your perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Suck, baby.” He instructs and I instantly do it. He hisses and begins guiding my head up and down on him, showing me the pace he likes. I glance up at him to see his reaction, his eyes are hooded and his lips are parted. He lets out a low groan before pulling me off of him gently and guiding me to his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts against him. My lips part, allowing room for his tongue to brush against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and the thought has my walls clenching around nothing all over again. He leans down, taking one of my nipples between his teeth, gently sucking and pulling. My back arches and I gasp at the sensation. My hips begin to rock by their own accord, grinding against his hardness. He shifts, allowing his cock to glide through my folds as my hips grind against him. His hands find my ass, gripping and urging my hips to glide faster against him.

“Look at you… you could cum just like this, couldn’t you? Just from rubbing that desperate little cunt along my cock.” He finishes his statement with a sharp smack to my rear end. I moan out at the sensation, surprise taking over my features. I didn’t know I would enjoy something like that… but I enjoy all of this. Everything Azriel is giving me, I’m eager to take. Putty in his skilled hands, his for the taking. “Azriel…” I mewl out. “What, baby? What do you need?” He responds, still urging me up and down his length. The way his cock is sliding along my swollen clit is sinful. You can hear the sloppy wetness with every surge forward. “I want it, Az… I want your cock inside me… please? Can I please have it?” I begin to meekly beg, desperate for the stretch I’ve never felt before. I need him to claim me. “Gods, baby, you beg so pretty. Of course you can. You’ve been so fucking good for me, taking everything like such a sweet girl. My good girl, yeah? Tell me you’re my good girl and I’ll let you have it right now, baby.” He says, bucking his hips up in to mine. “I’m your good girl, Azzie… all yours.” I pant out.

Azriel quickly lifts my hips and lines the tip up with my tight entrance. “This is going to hurt the first time, lovely. I’ll be careful and we’ll go slow, okay baby?” I nod my head in response, just ready to finally be filled by him. He slowly lowers me down on to him and I feel the burning stretch begin to take over. I whimper softly and cling on to him tightly. “Would you like me to stop? Is this okay?” He says, searching for any doubt on my face. There he is, the usual ever polite and kind Azriel. “It’s okay, Az… feels good, just stings a little…” I respond reassuringly. He smiles at me and plants a sweet kiss on my lips before slipping in another inch.

Slowly but surely, I eventually find myself fully seated on his cock, panting and desperate to rock my hips against it. “Az… it feels so good… please…” I beg softly, not quite sure what to do next. “Shhh baby, I have you. Let me guide you, okay? You feel so good wrapped around me. So fucking tight and wet.” He says as he begins to rock my hips back and forth. The stretch and burn is still present but is drowned out by the pleasure of being so full. My pussy throbs around him, gripping him like a vice and refusing to let go. I rest my hands on his chest and experimentally lift my hips, dropping down softly. We both moan in sync, and his grip on my hips tighten. “Fuck, just like that baby. Take your time, take everything you need from me. It’s all yours.” He says, giving some control to me to explore my own pleasure.

I lift again, and slide down slowly on him once more. A few more tries and I manage to establish a rhythm that has us both panting and whimpering. His hands find my breasts, palming them and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. At this angle, my clit is rubbing perfectly against him, stimulating every nerve ending. His cock fits so deep, hitting every nook and cranny inside of me. I arch my back, speeding up as I feel the pressure building inside me again.

Azriel suddenly shifts and my back hits the plush mattress, his cock never exiting as we move. My thighs instinctually wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper inside. A yelp escapes me at the new angle, at the way his cock somehow reaches further, finding places within me that only he can sate. He leans down, pressing our lips together, our tongues tangling as he pulls nearly all the way out before plunging in once more. Over and over. His sensual assault to my lips and his cock buried inside me to the hilt is enough to have me feeling as if I’ve indulged in an entire bottle of Rhys’s rarest wine. My vision darkens and my mind is all consumed with Azriel. His lips, his words, his cock, his eyes, his heart. All him. I hear a chuckle escape him above me. “All fucked out, princess? Drunk on it?” He mocks.

All I can manage is more whimpers and incoherent pleas for more. He reaches down, gripping one of my calves and brings it up to rest on his shoulder. He speeds up, his fingers coming to meet my clit, making tight quick circles on it. “Azriel… I want to cum, please…” I beg, tears brimming in my eyes. “Whenever you’re ready, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy cum around my cock. It’s the only one it’s ever going to cum for, isn’t it? All mine?” A high pitched whine escapes me. “Yes! Yes, Azzie, just yours, always. Promise. I’m all yours..” I nearly shout, the pressure fast approaching its peak. He grins, kissing my calve that’s resting on his shoulder. My toes curl as his assault on my clit quickens and suddenly the coil snaps.

My pussy clenches down on him, pulsing as my orgasm bursts out of me. I can hear my own distant moans and whimpers of his name, followed by his groans as he thrusts harder in to me. My pussy continues to pulse around his cock and suddenly warmth blooms within it as I feel him coat my walls with his seed. “Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful. So fucking sexy when you cum, I can hardly stand it.” He says as he slows his pace. He brings his hand up to move the sweaty strands of hair out of my face and wipe the tears from my eyelids. I hadn’t even realized I was shedding them, the pleasure far too immense to take note of much else.

The throbbing of us both begins to settle and he unsheathes himself from inside me. He lay next to me before bringing his fingers down and dipping them in our mixed juices. He thoroughly coats them before bringing them to my lips. “Taste.” He demands. I part my lips, and suck his fingers in to my mouth. He hums softly as I moan around his fingers. “Such a perfect girl for me. You did so good, baby. Let me get you cleaned up, okay?” I nod as he stands from the bed, retrieving a wet cloth from the bathroom. He returns and gently wipes me off, taking extra care between my thighs so as to avoid any extra soreness. After then cleaning himself off, he joins me in the bed again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close. His large wings wrap around, making a sort of cocoon around us.

He finally speaks as he’s stroking my hair. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks lovingly. “It was perfect, Azriel. I didn’t know it could feel like that.” He chuckles at my response, pecking my lips. “I’m sorry for coming at you like some sort of animal. I truly did intend to ask you to dinner. I just couldn’t help myself… you just smelt so delicious, I had to have a bite.” He says as he playfully nips my shoulder. I giggle before responding, “I would love to go to dinner with you, by the way.” A sweet smile spreads across his lovely face. “A date, then.” 

[ghostlyinsight]

Expanding Worlds

Azriel X Y/N

Uhm hi :) I have never written such a thing and it’s FILTH, FORGIVE ME.

Minors do not interact

NSFW

Begging everyone to be kind, ITS MY FIRST SMUT PLS

I wasn’t quite sure how to start it all out, all I knew is there was an idea in my mind that needed to be OUTOFIT. Reader is Made. She’s a proper lady, idk idk.

Trigger Warnings, none really I guess?

Soft Dom Az? A smidge of shadows, innocent reader? They get nashty, that’s all I know for certain. I hope you enjoy <3

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I should not have listened to Nesta. She insisted my regular reading material was far too tame and now I am stuck in the library of the House, on my third filthy novel she had recommended to me. There’s a burning ache between my thighs and I fear I’m addicted. She has permanently damaged my brain and I am a disturbed heathen just like her, now. Lucky girl has a mate to satiate the urges these books draw out of you, though. I have nothing but my right hand. How can I be expected to satiate these urges with only my fingers? She’s wounded me with nothing more than a cackle when she left me here to “expand my world”.

I can’t help but chew on my lower lip as my thighs rub together on their own accord, desperate for some sort of friction and release to this infernal ache. I close the book and make my exit down the hall to my chambers. Closing the door behind me, I cross the room and sink down on to my fluffy sheets. Every caress on my skin has my nerves firing off, the pulse between my thighs growing with anticipation. Gods, I can’t believe I’m doing this. All because of these damned books. I run my hand slowly and sensually down the front of my silk gown, down to the apex of my thighs. I slip my hand in to my under garments and gather up the flood of wetness, bringing it to my clit and circling it gently. I can’t help the soft whine that escapes my lips. Have I truly neglected my body so thoroughly? I have never taken a lover… and it’s not often I indulge in such scandalous activities. Of course I know of such things, but I had always planned to save my body for my husband. For the other half of my soul. In my current state of desperation, I might be inclined to throw that idea to the wind, though.

I continue the gentle circles on my clit, the tingling pleasure growing swiftly. This won’t take much with how worked up I am. My nipples harden against my gown and I shut my eyes, picturing the scene in my mind that I had just read in the novel. The male had his head buried between her thighs, his tongue pleasuring her. I reach up with my left hand and take my breast in my hand, pinching and tugging my nipple gently. A louder moan escapes my lips as I quicken the pace on the bundle of nerves my fingers are circling.

Just as I begin to give myself in to my fantasy, I hear a soft knock at my door. My eyes shoot open, fingers quickly retreat and I sit up startled. I smooth down my hair, settle my gown and make my way to the door. Upon opening, I find Azriel patiently waiting on the other side.

“Oh! Hello, Azriel. What can I do for you?” I say, realizing how flushed and out of breath I am. I do my best to keep my composure.

“Good evening, Y/N. I was wondering if you’d like to-“ he stops suddenly mid sentence as I see his nose twitch. Oh gods. He can smell it, can’t he? I remember the conversation I had with Nesta and Feyre when I was first Made. They warned me that the senses of the Fae were heightened and they could often scent many things that we couldn’t as humans. Arousal included. My face heats quickly at the memory and I’m positive the panic on my face is visible. I am so embarrassed.

I glance around everywhere but Azriel’s eyes for a moment before settling on his face. I clear my throat, “go on?” I urge, hoping he chooses to ignore this whole debacle. It’s then that I notice the shift in his features. His eyes are darker… his expression as a whole somehow seems sinister in a way I can’t quite describe.

Finally he speaks, “Can I come in?”

His voice is dripping with a certain grit that I’ve never heard from him before. He is always the perfect gentleman, his composure never faltering, ever polite and kind.

Before I can respond, he’s suddenly walking in to my room, backing me up as he goes. I hear the door shut behind him but all I can really make out is him as his shadows seem to swarm to life around him. He stops in the center of the room, less than a foot away from me. I crane my neck to look up in to his eyes, my breath catching.

“I can help you. Would you like me to help you?” An animalistic expression has taken over his features. My breath quickens as I realize there could be nothing else he’s offering to assist me with. My thoughts are a storm within my mind, unsure how to respond. The ache between my thighs seems to have reignited at his words but I’m torn. It’s no secret that Azriel is probably the most handsome male to walk this world. I’d be lying if I said I had never thought of him in that way… he’s often a permanent figure in my less than ladylike dreams. But for this to be real? Gods… damn the waiting. Azriel has always been so good, so kind. He would be a perfectly acceptable person to always share this memory with.

Having come to my conclusion, I try my hardest to settle my nerves. “Yes..” I finally respond in a breathless whisper. In an instant, his lips crash down on mine, a growl ripping through his throat. Suddenly his hands are all over me, in my hair, on my hips, pulling me in to him. A whimper leaves my throat as I bring my hands up to tangle in his hair. He makes quick strides to the bed, never parting our lips. Shadows, much stronger than what I would have originally thought, suddenly yank me down on to the bed as Azriel strips his shirt off.

Standing before me is some sort of dark, winged god. His body is truly like a sculpture beyond what the hands of any great artist could ever craft. The gentleman in Azriel has quickly been replaced by a creature driven only by what seems to be desire and instinct. He leans down and begins to make his way up the bed, crawling up my body and never breaking eye contact.

“Part those pretty thighs for me, lovely.” His soft instruction a steep contrast from the gravel in his voice. My heart races, “I feel I should warn you… I have never done this before.” I say. Azriel’s eyes flutter as a groan leaves his parted lips. “Fuck… I can have you though, right? You’ll let me take care of you?” Oh gods, he’s nearly pleading and I am absolutely done for. “Yes, yes you can have me..” I respond, panting and honestly nearly drooling at how sexy he sounds right now. What can only be described as a sadistic grin spreads across his lips. “You’re such a good girl.” He says before connecting his lips to mine once more. He reaches down between us and slowly draws my thighs apart before pulling my panties to the side and dipping a finger in to the silky wetness. He moans in to my lips and I grip his shoulders at the sensation of having fingers other than my own exploring my most intimate parts. He brings the wetness up to my clit and begins a slow, torturous pace, circling and gently increasing pressure.

“Is this what you were doing in here, pretty girl? Hm? What’s got you so worked up that I had to come in here and take care of you like this, baby?” He dips his head down to my neck, licking and kissing teasingly. “I… I read a book…” I whimper out as best I can. “A book? That’s all it took, sweet girl? Fuck, I can do better than a book.” He says with a nip to my neck.

He sits up on his knees then and grips my hips, pulling me down so my thighs are on either side of him. My thin gown has ridden up, exposing my light blue underwear to him. “Can I undress you, baby? I want to see all of you… I just want to make you feel good.” He asks so sweetly, I couldn’t say no to him if I wanted to. My eyes shut and my head lulls to the side. “Yes, whatever you want, Az. Please.” As soon as he’s given permission, I feel the cool tendrils of his shadows tracing up my sides, bringing my gown up with them. I lift enough for the gown to come off and the harsh air meets my breasts. Not for long though, because the same shadows come to caress them. “You’ll let them play too, won’t you?” He asks again and all I can do is nod. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and I don’t think I have ever been so aroused in my life. I feel Azriel’s hands reach my underwear and they’re discarded quickly. “Look at you,” he finally groans out. “Absolutely soaked.” He shimmies down, bringing his lips to each of my thighs.

“Can I tell you something, baby?” He asks, and I croak out a barely audible “what is it?” In response. “I think I’m going to keep you.” He says just before licking a long strip up my wetness. A gasp leaves my throat and my hand quickly tangles in his hair, the other gripping the bed sheet. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you. Do you know how many nights you’ve had me fisting my cock? How many times I’ve almost knocked on that door and got on my gods damned knees for you? I could beg. I don’t beg but I would have for a taste of you.” Another lick up my pussy. “I was knocking on that door tonight to ask you out to dinner. Was gonna take you out, treat you so nice baby, then I was gonna take you home and have you for dessert.” His words are clouding my mind, eating up my senses. He takes my clit between his lips and sucks. “Imagine my surprise to find you in the state I did. Already so fucking needy… fuck, baby…” and then he unleashes himself upon me. Licking, sucking, moaning against me. I’m reduced to nothing but a puddle beneath him, unable to form coherent sentences. My hips buck against his face, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. I didn’t know I could feel like this, didn’t know he felt for me the way he described… gods I would have said yes to dinner, I would have said yes to anything, everything. Pressure quickly begins to build in my abdomen. “Oh gods…. Azriel… I..” I can’t even finish my words before the pressure finally reaches its peak, snapping and shattering, filling my whole body with warmth and tingles. I’m barely aware of the flood of wetness leaving my pussy as it aches and clenches around nothing. Never in all my attempts to pleasure myself has it ever felt like this… never so complete and all consuming. As the waves of euphoria slowly subside, I glance down at Azriel, finding him between my legs with that same sinister grin. The lower half of his face as well as his chest are glistening. “You made a mess, pretty girl. And I’m not even done with you yet.” He says as he moves to his feet and begins unbuckling his belt.

I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten myself in to but I’m far too enthused to stop. Azriel removes his belt and his pants fall to the ground. Next are his undergarments. The shock must be evident on my face as I take in the size of him. I have nothing to compare with but I just know he is large. Very large. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll make sure it fits.” He says with a smirk as he climbs back on to the bed and settles against the headboard.

“Come here, lovely.” He instructs and I make my way to straddle his lap on my shaky legs. I glance down at his erection between us and bite my lower lip. “Can I… can I touch you?” I ask, and he chuckles before pecking my lips. “Explore.” He offers. I circle my hand around the tip of him, feeling the soft skin. I experimentally move my hand up and down his shaft, looking to his face to see his reaction. His pupils are blown, and he’s entirely focused on my hand wrapped around him. “Is this okay? Do you like it?” I ask nervously. “It’s good, baby. Go slow. I don’t want to cum until I’m in your perfect little pussy.” His head hits the headboard behind him as he starts to pant softly. “Can I taste it?” I ask as I start sliding down his thighs to bring my face to his cock. “Fuck…” he hisses out. “Yes… just for a minute and then I have to be inside of you.” I giggle a little at his words, proud of how he’s reacting to my touch, at how badly he wants me. I bring my lips down to him and place a soft kiss on the tip.

He brings his hand to my hair, tangling in the strands. “Open.” He instructs as he taps my cheek with his other hand. I open my mouth and let him lower my mouth on to him. I close my lips around him and circle the tip with my tongue. I can taste the drops that have gathered at the top and moan softly at the taste of him. “You’re such a good girl, I knew you would be. Always so proper and polite. Always doing as you’re told. And now you’ve got your perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Suck, baby.” He instructs and I instantly do it. He hisses and begins guiding my head up and down on him, showing me the pace he likes. I glance up at him to see his reaction, his eyes are hooded and his lips are parted. He lets out a low groan before pulling me off of him gently and guiding me to his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts against him. My lips part, allowing room for his tongue to brush against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and the thought has my walls clenching around nothing all over again. He leans down, taking one of my nipples between his teeth, gently sucking and pulling. My back arches and I gasp at the sensation. My hips begin to rock by their own accord, grinding against his hardness. He shifts, allowing his cock to glide through my folds as my hips grind against him. His hands find my ass, gripping and urging my hips to glide faster against him.

“Look at you… you could cum just like this, couldn’t you? Just from rubbing that desperate little cunt along my cock.” He finishes his statement with a sharp smack to my rear end. I moan out at the sensation, surprise taking over my features. I didn’t know I would enjoy something like that… but I enjoy all of this. Everything Azriel is giving me, I’m eager to take. Putty in his skilled hands, his for the taking. “Azriel…” I mewl out. “What, baby? What do you need?” He responds, still urging me up and down his length. The way his cock is sliding along my swollen clit is sinful. You can hear the sloppy wetness with every surge forward. “I want it, Az… I want your cock inside me… please? Can I please have it?” I begin to meekly beg, desperate for the stretch I’ve never felt before. I need him to claim me. “Gods, baby, you beg so pretty. Of course you can. You’ve been so fucking good for me, taking everything like such a sweet girl. My good girl, yeah? Tell me you’re my good girl and I’ll let you have it right now, baby.” He says, bucking his hips up in to mine. “I’m your good girl, Azzie… all yours.” I pant out.

Azriel quickly lifts my hips and lines the tip up with my tight entrance. “This is going to hurt the first time, lovely. I’ll be careful and we’ll go slow, okay baby?” I nod my head in response, just ready to finally be filled by him. He slowly lowers me down on to him and I feel the burning stretch begin to take over. I whimper softly and cling on to him tightly. “Would you like me to stop? Is this okay?” He says, searching for any doubt on my face. There he is, the usual ever polite and kind Azriel. “It’s okay, Az… feels good, just stings a little…” I respond reassuringly. He smiles at me and plants a sweet kiss on my lips before slipping in another inch.

Slowly but surely, I eventually find myself fully seated on his cock, panting and desperate to rock my hips against it. “Az… it feels so good… please…” I beg softly, not quite sure what to do next. “Shhh baby, I have you. Let me guide you, okay? You feel so good wrapped around me. So fucking tight and wet.” He says as he begins to rock my hips back and forth. The stretch and burn is still present but is drowned out by the pleasure of being so full. My pussy throbs around him, gripping him like a vice and refusing to let go. I rest my hands on his chest and experimentally lift my hips, dropping down softly. We both moan in sync, and his grip on my hips tighten. “Fuck, just like that baby. Take your time, take everything you need from me. It’s all yours.” He says, giving some control to me to explore my own pleasure.

I lift again, and slide down slowly on him once more. A few more tries and I manage to establish a rhythm that has us both panting and whimpering. His hands find my breasts, palming them and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. At this angle, my clit is rubbing perfectly against him, stimulating every nerve ending. His cock fits so deep, hitting every nook and cranny inside of me. I arch my back, speeding up as I feel the pressure building inside me again.

Azriel suddenly shifts and my back hits the plush mattress, his cock never exiting as we move. My thighs instinctually wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper inside. A yelp escapes me at the new angle, at the way his cock somehow reaches further, finding places within me that only he can sate. He leans down, pressing our lips together, our tongues tangling as he pulls nearly all the way out before plunging in once more. Over and over. His sensual assault to my lips and his cock buried inside me to the hilt is enough to have me feeling as if I’ve indulged in an entire bottle of Rhys’s rarest wine. My vision darkens and my mind is all consumed with Azriel. His lips, his words, his cock, his eyes, his heart. All him. I hear a chuckle escape him above me. “All fucked out, princess? Drunk on it?” He mocks.

All I can manage is more whimpers and incoherent pleas for more. He reaches down, gripping one of my calves and brings it up to rest on his shoulder. He speeds up, his fingers coming to meet my clit, making tight quick circles on it. “Azriel… I want to cum, please…” I beg, tears brimming in my eyes. “Whenever you’re ready, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy cum around my cock. It’s the only one it’s ever going to cum for, isn’t it? All mine?” A high pitched whine escapes me. “Yes! Yes, Azzie, just yours, always. Promise. I’m all yours..” I nearly shout, the pressure fast approaching its peak. He grins, kissing my calve that’s resting on his shoulder. My toes curl as his assault on my clit quickens and suddenly the coil snaps.

My pussy clenches down on him, pulsing as my orgasm bursts out of me. I can hear my own distant moans and whimpers of his name, followed by his groans as he thrusts harder in to me. My pussy continues to pulse around his cock and suddenly warmth blooms within it as I feel him coat my walls with his seed. “Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful. So fucking sexy when you cum, I can hardly stand it.” He says as he slows his pace. He brings his hand up to move the sweaty strands of hair out of my face and wipe the tears from my eyelids. I hadn’t even realized I was shedding them, the pleasure far too immense to take note of much else.

The throbbing of us both begins to settle and he unsheathes himself from inside me. He lay next to me before bringing his fingers down and dipping them in our mixed juices. He thoroughly coats them before bringing them to my lips. “Taste.” He demands. I part my lips, and suck his fingers in to my mouth. He hums softly as I moan around his fingers. “Such a perfect girl for me. You did so good, baby. Let me get you cleaned up, okay?” I nod as he stands from the bed, retrieving a wet cloth from the bathroom. He returns and gently wipes me off, taking extra care between my thighs so as to avoid any extra soreness. After then cleaning himself off, he joins me in the bed again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close. His large wings wrap around, making a sort of cocoon around us.

He finally speaks as he’s stroking my hair. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks lovingly. “It was perfect, Azriel. I didn’t know it could feel like that.” He chuckles at my response, pecking my lips. “I’m sorry for coming at you like some sort of animal. I truly did intend to ask you to dinner. I just couldn’t help myself… you just smelt so delicious, I had to have a bite.” He says as he playfully nips my shoulder. I giggle before responding, “I would love to go to dinner with you, by the way.” A sweet smile spreads across his lovely face. “A date, then.”