I personally love it when actors are not normal about the characters they play. I love it when they get attached and start saying weird shit cause they have clearly been thinking about it. Yes court jester, tell me more of your special little headcanons.
Are you all bored of my smut yet? How many more ways can I make Lucien go down on Elain?
ANYWAY.
Trick or treat, I guess. NSFW.
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“Trick or treat,” came a voice from just outside Elain’s door. Sprawled across her bed, Elain didn’t have to look up to know it was Lucien Vanserra who stepped inside. “No Halloween spirit?”
She gestured down her body wordlessly so he could see the slave Leia costume she’d worn. She knew without asking if she looked up that he’d be dressed as Han Solo. Lucien was a good friend like that, had been a good friend ever since they’d been neighbors in the co-ed dorms and he’d helped her trek boxes of her things up eight flights of stairs when the elevator broke. They were seniors now, Elain vice-president of her sorority and Lucien…living off campus with Vassa’s boyfriend Jurian. He and Jurian had planned to skip the sorority Halloween party. After all, just because Vassa was president didn’t mean Jurian suddenly cared. And Lucien had never been interested in Greek life beyond what Elain shared with him.
He was there because Graysen had dumped her a month before, leaving her couple-less for her costume. Elain didn’t bother correct Lucien’s assumption that her heart was broken. It was a long time coming, in truth. Graysen guessed what Elain had begun to suspect nearly a year before. She was in love with a different man. In love with the man currently sitting on the edge of her bed peering down at her with concern etched into his expression.
Lucien was hot, he was funny and nice and women were always chasing after him. Elain knew he’d been casually dating a grad student named Jesminda but was too chicken shit to ask him how things were going.
“Well, you look just like her,” Lucien offered, interrupting Elain’s thoughts. “Do you want to go downstairs and make Graysen jealous?”
She did, a little. Elain propped herself up on her elbows to really look at him. He looked ridiculous in the black vest and the matching tight pants. A white, long sleeve shirt stretched over his muscular chest that the belt slung over his hips only drew her eyes right to his penis. Elain blinked, looking back at his face. He’d tied his long, red hair into a ponytail at the back of his neck and without thinking about it, she reached for him and pulled it out. Lucien’s brown eyes went wide.
“Han has short hair,” he reminded her.
Elain nodded, biting her bottom lip. “I know but you look better with your hair around your face.”
“Trying to get me laid tonight?” He teased and though it was a joke, Elain’s heart fluttered.
“What about Jesminda?” She asked, aware of how breathless she sounded. It was Lucien’s turn to flop onto his back, arms behind his head.
“I don’t know. It just felt wrong, I guess.”
“I’m sorry,” she lied, laying beside him on her stomach. Lucien turned his head to look at her and it occurred to Elain that his mouth was obscenely close to her own. She would have had to do so little to kiss him, if she wanted. Lucien arched a brow, oblivious to her thoughts.
“I’m not. I’d rather be alone than with the wrong person.”
She clicked her tongue on her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Do you want my help getting laid tonight or not?”
Lucien’s eyes drifted from her face to her chest, his brown cheeks stained pink. “Ah…I mean yes.”
“Okay. Which one of my sisters interests you the most? No freshmen.”
“Fuck, Elain, I’m not a monster. Besides, I like one of your sisters in your class.”
“Oh? Which one?” She asked, her stomach twisting in knots. Elain sat up and Lucien’s eyes immediately went to the ceiling. His mouth was slack and she watched his large, broad hands tighten into fists at his side.
“You ah…you’ve fallen out of you ah…”
She looked down at her chest where one of her breasts had spilled out of the ridiculous, hard shell that was supposed to hold them. How the actual actress ever wore them was beyond Elain.
“Oh shit,” she cried, turning her back quickly to shove herself back in. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, his voice a little strangled. “No harm done.”
“Maybe I should change. I have her white dress—”
“No!” He said too quickly, sitting up abruptly. Elain turned her head, fingering the long, brown braid hanging over her shoulder. “No ah…just…don’t lay down. Or bend over. Honestly if you need something just let me know.”
“All that for a costume?” She asked, crossing her leg beneath the golden panel hanging from her hips. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I wore something else? Especially if you’re trying to get laid?”
“I guess that depends,” Lucien replied, sitting up too. He was close again, his eyes intense and focused wholly on her. “On who I was fucking.”
Oh God, she thought, her eyes staring at his lips. “You ah…didn’t say which one of my sorority sisters you liked.”
“Right. I like Elain Archeron,” he said softly, reaching for her face. She let him, leaning into the touch as she scooted closer.
“Oh.”
“I just haven’t been able to figure out if she likes me too,” he continued with more confidence than Elain felt. She felt like she must be hallucinating. This wasn’t happening. She’d imagined this moment for so long and now that it was happening she was choking on her words.
“She does,” Elain confirmed. Lucien smiled so wide it was as though he was lit by the sun himself
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he told her, drawing his face to hers. She didn’t have time to respond before his lips pressed against her own. There was no way it was ever going to be a sweet, chaste kiss. She’d just flashed him, after all. But Lucien had also admitted that he wanted to have sex with her and after four goddamn years of wondering what it might be like if he touched her, the moment they came together, Elain decided to press her luck. She surged forward, pressing herself against his seated body and Lucien, for his part, pulled her tight against him.
His tongue swept into her mouth, setting every nerve in her body alight with excitement. He tasted like cinnamon and apples mingled with something distinctly alcoholic and she wondered what he’d done a shot of before he came up to make his confession.
“You don’t actually have to have sex with me,” Lucien told her, his mouth trailing down her neck as she shoved him onto his back. “I just wanted—”
“Shut. Up.” Elain ordered, straddling his chest. They’d have sex, they’d go downstairs and win cutest couple, and then they’d have sex again. He rested his hands on her nearly bare hips, leaning up to kiss her again, his tongue equal parts urgent and explorative. She shivered as she imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth everywhere and Lucien, as though he could read her mind, flipped her to her back like they were in a movie and he was the suave, handsome hero.
“Does this thing come off?” He asked, looking at her straining breasts through the brown and gold bikini top. Elain arched her back up off the bed to unhook the clasp around her neck. He’d already seen one breast, she reasoned. Why not the other?
Lucien stared down at her, his legs tucked between her own, with reverence that ought to be reserved for something far more sacred. She thought he might change his mind but a moment later both hands covered her breasts and a gleeful smile spread over his face. Elain burst out laughing.
“You’re embarrassing,” she chided, her words shifting from mirth to aroused within a mere breath. Lucien lowered his head, playfully nipping at the skin just beneath her nipple.
“I know,” he replied, pinching and tweaking with his fingers until her eyes fluttered shut and she couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his mouth.
“This should stay on,” Lucien practically growled as he worked his way down her body. “You’re kind of helping me live out a fantasy I had when I was a boy.”
“Oh? Slave Leia is a fantasy of yours?” She teased, her breath hitching when he slid the panels of gold fabric up her body, revealing the thong beneath.
“Fuck yes,” he replied with gleaming eyes.
“Should I get the collar, then?” She asked and judging by how dark his eyes went, Elain thought they might act out the whole movie scene later that night. Not then, though. His finger hooked in the fabric of her panties and Elain lifted her hips, her heart pounding nervously.
“You don’t have to…” She started but Lucien was already spreading her apart, watching her with open interest.
“I know I don’t,” he murmured, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her clit. She hissed softly, her hips jerking and Lucien’s smile widened. “If I can’t make you come, you won’t want to fuck me again and I very muchwant to fuck you again.”
Elain thought she’d want him even if he did nothing for her at all. Graysen had certainly never concerned himself with if she’d come or not and she’d dated him for a full eight months.
Lucien kept rubbing, his eyes never leaving her pussy. “Fucking Christ Elain,” he murmured when she began to roll her hips. Elain frowned when she realized she was spread out over her pink blanketed bed but Lucien was still entirely clothed.
“Take off your shirt,” she demanded. It was torture when he withdrew his hand but worth it to see his bare, golden skin. Lucien was pure muscle in a soft sort of way. She leaned towards him but Lucien, smirking, pushed her back to the bed.
“Not yet,” he replied, settling between her legs. Elain couldn’t tear her eyes off him, stunned she didn’t have to beg him to go down on her. Lucien opened her up again, made eye contact for a moment, and then licked up the center of her cunt. Elain arched involuntarily and Lucien chuckled darkly.
“It’s going to be too easy to impress you,” he murmured before swirling his tongue over her like she was candy. He moaned softly into her body as he slid a finger into her body. She almost screamed, lost in the sensation of his mouth and his hand working her in time, thrusting and licking until Elain was hovering on the precipice of release.
“I’m going to come,” She panted, fingers playing with her own nipples to heighten the sensations. Lucien groaned again, louder this time but didn’t stop at and a moment later she was launched into oblivion, choking on her orgasm. She felt him pull away when her legs locked around him but she couldn’t see. She was nothing until she felt the head of cock push up against the dripping wet entrance of her cunt.
“Please,” she begged, her pussy still convulsing and when he slid himself in Elain practically came apart again.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his head into her collarbone. “You’re so tight.”
“Uh huh,” she whined, lifting her hip to get him to thrust. Lucien held himself still for another moment, clearly gathering himself before he dragged his cock out and snapped back in.
“Oh,” she whispered, arching her neck.
“Tight,” was all he said in response, words strangled, his hips rolling into her with a rhythm that threatened to drive her mad. Before Lucien, fucking consisted of men jackhammering her with their fingers, going down for thirty seconds if that, followed by another minute of jack hammering with their cock.
“Can you come like this?” He asked, holding his pace on trembling arms.
“Uh huh,” she agreed, her next orgasm building languidly.
“You’ll come on my cock?” He continued, his hair spilling into her face.
“Uh huh,” she whined again, meeting him thrust for thrust. She raked her nails down his back, delighting in the raised goose flesh she found. There was silence between them save for the soft panting and moans that occasionally escaped. Despite loud music and the crowd of people downstairs, Elain knew there was danger lurking just outside the hall. Anyone might come looking, might decide to fling open her bedroom door where they’d find Lucien Vanserra balls deep in her body. She didn’t mind if people knew, though she didn’t want anyonelooking at his penis but her.
Up, up, up, went Elain until Lucien snaked his hand between them and began rubbing her clit again. Elain couldn’t help the scream, couldn’t help how her body bowed off the bed, every muscle clenching all at once.
“Oh fuck,” Lucien agreed, thrusting so hard she could feel his balls slapping against her skin. A moment later Lucien shouted, too, spilling his own orgasm into her body. She clutched at the broad shoulders of his back, pulling him towards her for a messy kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and that only made her want him more.
“Fuck the party,” he told her between kisses. “Lets stay up here—”
“Hey are you okay?” Vassa’s voice asked a moment before walking into Elain’s room. Elain and Lucien twisted to look at Vassa, dressed like a sexy witch. Vassa shrieked and turned.
“You never heard of locking the door?” She demanded.
“Trick or treat, Vass,” Lucien replied in response. “You should knock first.”
“Put your goddamn pants on asshole,” Vassa snapped. “And get downstairs. Jurian has been waiting on you.”
The door slammed shut behind Vassa’s retreating figure. “Let’s go downstairs, make Graysen obscenely jealous, and then come back up here.”
Elucien - 44. “Just one bite.” (because I imagine Lucien would dress up like a vampire on Hallowen) + 61 - “The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”
Okay, I love this one! LOL. I may not have followed the comments exactly, but, like, I'm happy. 👀
Elain is out at a party when her eyes fall on a mysterious redhead she can't help but feel drawn to.
Warnings: Mild Smut, Biting, Vampirism
Word Count: 2,462 | Read on AO3
Elain froze in place as she looked at him.
His crimson hair fell straight, passing his shoulders, and his golden brown skin seemed to practically glow in the dim light of the club. His heterochromia was particularly stunning, with one russet eye and one golden - colors Elain rarely saw - and his sharp, elegant features made him so handsome she honestly thought she might swoon.
Even just meeting his gaze had her face heating. And the intensity of his stare only made it worse as he held hers, as if wrapping her under a spell.
"Whoa, take a look at him," an all-too-familiar voice said from next to Elain, snapping her back to reality.
"Ianthe," Elain sighed, not willing to take her eyes off of this mystery man. How had she never seen him before? There was no way he was younger than her, and Elain was a senior. He had to be one too. Unless he didn't go to the university…perhaps only recently home after going away to a different school.
"Do you even know who he is?" Ianthe asked Elain, her voice smug and condescending. Elain just shook her head. She had no clue, and she wasn't sure she cared. "He's a Vanserra."
"Vanserra?" Elain finally looked over at Ianthe, trying not to hate how gorgeous the woman was. Blonde with teal eyes and a near perfect figure, she barely even had to try to look good. Not that she didn't. No, Ianthe always put in the extra effort to make sure she was the most stunning person in the room. Elain typically wouldn't care, but Ianthe was an absolute nightmare to her, always putting her down or attempting to take the attention away from Elain. Again, that wouldn't be an issue, except it happened literally all the time. No matter where they were, who they were with, if Ianthe was there, and someone was giving Elain more attention - especially a boy - Ianthe would do everything in her power to steal that attention for herself, even if she already had five guys fawning over her.
It was what ended Elain's last relationship. Though, in the end, she supposed Ianthe was doing her a bit of a favor in luring her boyfriend into bed. Better to find out he'd be willing to cheat after one year than five.
"You don't know the Vanserras?" Ianthe mused, the shock in her voice unable to hide the delight in her eyes at being able to feel smarter than Elain. It was the one thing Ianthe couldn't steal with a smile and bat of her eyelashes - Elain's grades. And it definitely seemed to bug Ianthe. "They're the wealthiest family in the state. They own some big, international shipping company, not to mention have shares in all of the highest profit public companies, and their dad is even on the board for High Lord Incorporated."
"The retail conglomerate?"
"That's the one," Ianthe confirmed. "The nicest jewelry and clothes stores this world knows."
"And completely owned and operated by vampires," she added with a soft laugh as she connected the dots. It wasn't exactly an issue. There'd been a change in vampire leadership over twenty years ago, and it was now against their own laws to completely drain a human. Heck, the new leader even established that vampires had to receive consent from a human to bite them. That, along with the invention of synthetic blood, really improved vampire-human relations.
"As if that matters," Ianthe dismissed. "But, still, they're a very secretive family. Hard to actually find one out in public."
"Yet here one is," Elain sighed, looking back toward the man to find he was still watching her, a soft curve to the right side of his lips.
"And I don't plan to waste the opportunity." Ianthe adjusted her corset, pushing up her breasts in the process, and smirked down at Elain. "Oh, but legend has it that they only go for virgins…so, sucks for you." She flashed a fake smile at Elain and then started toward the man.
"Like anyone would actually believe you're a virgin," Elain muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes and walking toward the bar. She had no interest in watching Ianthe seduce him, and experience told her she didn't have a shot once Ianthe got involved. So, instead, a drink would have to do.
Leaning against the bar, she ordered a glass of spiced rum, focusing entirely on the display behind the bartenders. Keeping herself and her eyes occupied.
"Now that's a drink I can get behind," a silky voice admitted beside her as the bartender handed her the glass. "Could I get the same thing? And I'll cover hers as well."
"No. There's no ne-"
Her mouth cut off her own words as she turned to look up at the man, shocked to find herself staring up at those russet and gold eyes.
"Please, I insist," he offered with a smile that had her toes curling.
"Thank you," she replied, her eyes wide, unable to look away from his perfect face. Up close, she could see a scar that went across the left side of his face, looking as if it went through his eye. She couldn't help but feel it made him look more handsome.
Taking the glass from the bartender and offering his card, he clinked his drink against hers. "The pleasure is all mine." He held her gaze as he brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip. Elain mimicked him, savoring in the flavors of her drink as he cascaded down her throat. "What's your name?"
It took her a moment to register he'd asked her a question, finally spluttering out, "Elain." She then blushed heavily, realizing she must have sounded like an idiot.
"It's nice to meet you, Elain. I'm Lucien."
She smiled and nodded before coming up with something to keep the conversation going. "Do you go to this university?" she asked, already fairly certain she knew the answer.
"No," he chuckled, taking another sip. "I went to a university up north, but I graduated last year and recently came back home to join the family business. What do you study here?"
"Horticulture and Plant Science."
His brows raised at that answer. "What do you hope to do with that?"
"I'd like to work at an arboretum or in a garden, focusing on the conservation of various plant species - preferably floral," she explained. It wasn't exactly a common goal, but she'd always had a passion for flowers. Words couldn't express how sad she was when she learned that some floral species had needlessly gone extinct. She hoped to ensure that list would never grow longer.
"That's quite lovely," he sighed, smiling down at her before downing his drink. "I'd love to hear more, but it's a bit loud in here. The downstairs area is a far calmer and quieter atmosphere, if you'd be interested in joining me?"
She could feel her eyes brighten as she nodded, finishing off her own drink and then following his lead. She caught Ianthe's eye as he took her hand, leading her away, and couldn't help but wink and smirk at the girl, who was gaping open-mouthed at Elain.
The downstairs was peaceful, the area providing more of a lounge-type feel. It had crimson walls save for the one behind the bar that had dark wood paneling. There were well-lit shelves with various spirits behind it and tall, red plush bar chairs against the counter that matched the wooden panels.
He led her to the low table in the corner, a black and red couch, and two black leather chairs around it, all entirely empty. She took a seat on the couch, frowning as he sat across from her in one of the chairs, until she flicked her gaze to the spot beside her and back at him. He chuckled and accepted the unspoken invitation, butterflies flapping wildly in her stomach as she felt her own part of the cushion rise when he sat.
A waiter came to them quickly, Lucien ordering another round of rum for them while barely taking his eyes off of her.
"So…flowers?" he started, draping one arm over the back of the sofa and behind her. "What got you interested in them?"
Elain laughed softly. "Is it awful if I say I've always liked pretty things?"
"Should I be thanking you for the compliment?" he teased, a spark flaring in his eyes, causing Elain to blush and look down. His fingers gently lifted her chin back up as he 'tsked'. "Don't take those big browns away from me." Flashing him a smirk, she shut her eyelids, joining him when he huffed out a laugh. His hand traveled up into her hair as his thumb stroked her cheek. His skin was so cold, but it wasn't harsh. It was a soft, comforting cold - a chilly breeze heartily welcome during a warm day. "Please?"
At that she opened her eyes again, finding his face closer, his breath caressing her face. She could smell the spiced rum on him, mixed in with something like an autumn forest and cinnamon, and it nearly had her eyes rolling back into her head. But she held his gaze, studying those enchanting eyes. She could see flecks of copper in the gold eye, and golden spots floating in the russet, and both seemed to sparkle as he looked into hers. She couldn't understand how he'd like hers so much - plain, brown, one solid color. The only thing Elain really liked about them was that she shared them with her father. Far preferable to the curse her sisters had, inheriting their mother's eyes.
Her heart began to race as Elain felt her body start to lean in, as if she were being pulled toward him, her hand raising, fingers brushing through his silky hair.
"Elain," he sighed, using the hand tangled in her hair to stop her before she closed the gap completely. "This…may not be wise." She furrowed her brows, her head tilting in question. "You know what I am, don't you?"
She nodded, her fingers passing through his hair again as she studied his face and then softly trailed her thumb over his scar. "I know," she replied, offering him a small smile. "Doesn't matter to me."
"Are you sure? It's not al-"
"Lucien," she said, interrupting him and pulling his eyes back to hers. "Kiss me."
His eyes widened, but he obeyed, bringing his lips to hers and giving her a tentative kiss. It was just a second, but it may have been the best second of Elain's life. Despite his body's temperature, his lips were somehow warm, soft, and Elain could swear an electric jolt flowed through her at the touch. He pulled away just a few inches, but she wasn't having it. She closed the gap again and pressed her lips to his, stronger this time, her own hand gripping his hair to keep him in place.
As his other hand found her waist, she brushed her tongue against his lips and he opened for her, allowing Elain to slide her tongue right in.
She moaned as his met hers, Lucien's movements soft and gentle, yet everything she could ever want. It was like he was setting a fire inside her, starting in her mouth before it spread quickly throughout her body. Another ignited as he trailed the hand that had been in her hair down her body, finding a spot on her hips between her shirt and skirt, skin meeting skin. Their tongues danced together in a waltz before he dragged his mouth away, pressing kisses up her jaw, down her neck.
He ever-so-lightly started to trail his teeth back up her, but he paused quickly, his body stiffening as if he were trying to hold himself in place. She was about to whine and ask him why he stopped when she realized what might be happening.
"I'm sorry," he breathed, still holding her close.
"It's okay," she whispered. "You can have a try." She could hear her older sister, Nesta, screaming at her in her mind, but Elain didn't care. She trusted Lucien, and it was something she wanted to give him.
"What?!" he asked in shock, his face pulling further away as he lifted his eyes to hers.
She gave him a sensuous half smile, bringing her lips to his for a moment. "Just one bite," she explained on to his lips before she gave him another peck.
Lucien's fingers tightening on her body. "Elain…you can't be serious."
"I trust you."
"It's not me I'm worried about," he admitted, resting his forehead on hers. "It's…it can be very pleasurable, to be bitten. Potentially addictive, which can lead humans to seek out dangerous situations."
Elain didn't flinch. She'd heard as much before. "I guess you'll just have to stick around, then."
She gave him another kiss before he could spit out the argument that was clearly building, deeper this time, and Lucien groaned into her mouth. The kiss became frantic, a clashing of tongues and teeth until Elain softly led his head toward her neck. He didn't put up much of a fight as he kissed her skin again.
"Just one bite," he agreed softly as he reached her collar, licking the spot tenderly.
She tilted her neck to give him better access, and gasped as she felt a sharp pressure against her skin, the pain immediately fading as something else took over.
It was a feeling she couldn't quite explain, but it flooded through her veins, reaching every extremity and all she could think about was Lucien and the pulsing within her, a pressure building. Gods, was she going to climax from his bite? Not that she'd mind. She felt her breathing become heavier, her entire body squirming in preparation, but then it stopped as soon as it started, and she felt Lucien's tongue back on that spot, then his lips kissing her where he'd bitten.
He pulled away, looking at her with a worried expression, a droplet of her blood still at the corner of his mouth. She smiled at him, leaning in and licking it away - it was hers, after all. She then kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth and giving him that final taste of her, relishing in his moan as their tongues met again. But she didn't kiss him for long.
"I think," she sighed against his lips, still panting softly, "I need you to take me home."
Lucien's eyes widened for a moment as her words hit him, and then his face fell into an easy grin. "Whatever you want…whatever you need…I'm at your service."
Summary: Arriving to find the house quiet, Mor and Emerie do some investigating… Then get distracted, horribly, in a way that only they could.
Warnings: NSFW content, Smut, me being a dumb lesbian.
Slight difference from the other posts, but please, I cannot stress this enough, if you are under 18 years of age, do not read this, it is NSFW and this is my boundary, please respect it.
READ ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34638229
Author: CupOTeaHatter
This is part of the Cherry Pie: ACOTAR Kinktober Smut Extravaganza collection. Make sure to check out the rest of the collection and the other authors!
The entire collection will be posted to AO3 and @tealnymph-writes by the end of the week.
Part 0.5 (Helion x LoA) | Part 1 (Elain x Lucien) | Part 2 (Vassa x Jurian) | Part 3 (Feyre x Rhysand)
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The estate of the Spring Court had always had an eerie quality to it, it was unavoidable with it’s history but even now as Mor winnowed herself and Emerie in on the main path, it remained silent.
She surveyed the building ahead of her carefully, it wasn’t normally like this as there always seemed some form of noise bending itself through the halls.
Emerie took her hand, “Are we the first ones here?”
“I don’t think so, most of them left ahead of us.” She squeezed Emerie’s hand and revelled in the feeling of it in her own again, “Let’s go inside and see if we can find Elain and Lucien.”
They moved together up the little path and through the front door, the house still remained quiet as they went through the halls.
“Aren’t we supposed to be here for a dinner party?” Her companion began, their footsteps echoing out into the space around them, “Seems very quiet for that.”
Mor looked at her with a raised brow, “You say that like you’ve been to many dinner parties.”
“I have a social life outside of you.” Her beloved cooed, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then another to the back of her hand, “But usually by now, someone would be yelling about something.”
She rolled her eyes, but did not tell Emerie that she was incorrect, because she told the truth, Mor opened her mouth to reply when she caught sight of something sitting alone on a hallway table, slightly lopsided but otherwise still intact, “Is that pie?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
Emerie turned to follow her gaze, turning back to flash a smile at her a moment later, “I do believe it is.”
“But what’s it doing out here?”
“Maybe someone left it behind in a hurry?” Her fingers slipped from Mor’s and she walked toward it, “Looks like it’s cherry flavoured.”
She hummed as she picked the plate up, lifting a fork from it.
Her fingers didn’t still once as she cut a small piece off the end and popped it in her mouth, Mor watched her eyes widen almost comically before she held the plate out to her, “It’s good.”
Glancing back at Emerie’s face and then the plate again, Mor took it from her and cut her own little slice from it to try it herself.
It was indeed cherry pie, but something was laced in it and for a moment Mor couldn’t place it until she did.
“We need to get out of the hallway.” She told Emerie quietly, moving the pie out of her hands and back to the table, “It’s not a regular cherry pie.”
Emerie’s pupils were widening quietly, eyes darkening the longer she looked at Mor and when she glanced her up and down, Mor shivered with the motion, “Why do we need to leave the hallway?”
“Because as much as I have an exhibitionist streak, I don’t think you do.” She murmured into her ear, already feeling the aphrodisiac roil under her skin.
They made it two steps before she pulled Emerie into a bruising kiss, maybe it would tide them over but she had to keep contact in some way, else her skin felt cold enough that it burned alone.
She didn’t know the layout of the estate, but pulled open the first door they came across after the main rooms and suddenly Mor knew exactly why the house had seemed relatively quiet.
The study remained quiet and Emerie pushed her back against the door as it shut, slamming it and causing more noise than it was worth.
She ran her fingers up into Emerie’s hair, trying to find the end of her braid as she was hoisted into the air a bit and Mor debated abandoning the efforts undoing Emerie’s tresses and instead feeling the muscles flex under the valkyrie’s loose shirt.
But she caught the hair tie and pulled it out, Emerie pulled away from the kiss, “I worked hard on my hair today.”
“Liar.” Mor laughed before shaking her own curls out of her face, “Knowing you, it took you five minutes at most.”
Emerie nudged her chin with her nose, moving Mor’s head into a tilted up position in order to press kisses along her collarbone before reaching where her veins sat, “Is your heart racing for me?” She whispered before nipping back over where she’d trailed with kisses.
“Don’t tease and no, it’s not.”
Her beloved laughed against her neck, “Liar.” She intoned jokingly and moved to press kisses along the other side, “Aren’t you supposed to be the truth sayer?”
Mor growled, “I can choose who I want to be, whether that’s someone who sees the truth or someone who lies.”
“So, you would say I’m not making your heart race in any capacity?” Emerie asked, but didn’t wait for an answer as she curled her hand down Mor’s side in a slow caress before rucking up the skirt of her dress to the top of her thighs, “I think I’m having quite the effect on you actually.”
It was so tempting to wipe that smirk off of Emerie’s face, but instead Mor matched it with her own, “If you think you are, why don’t you check?” She leaned in close, ghosting her words over Emerie’s lips before pressing a quick peck to them.
Fingers nudged further up her thigh, moving over the skin with the lightest touch imaginable, “I’d rather you admit it first.”
“And I’d rather you get on with it.” She shot back, as Emerie traced higher, then back down in a tease and Mor huffed in her face, pushing lightly at her shoulder, “Do you like keeping me on the fence of it all?”
Laughter echoed as Emerie let her back down to the floor and tilted her head down at her with a lazy smile, “You say it as if I like torturing you.”
She glared, Emerie twisted her around into the wider room, “What was worrying about the pie?” She asked, pushing Mor’s hair out of her face as her own slowly became undone down her back with every movement.
“It was laced.”
Everything stopped, Emerie’s fingers the only thing keeping the room from spinning around her, “It was what?”
“Aphrodisiac, red iris, I’ve had it before.” Mor felt the heat pool along her spine like a river quietly as the kisses she had welcomed settled into her bones, “If I had to guess… It was probably a gift and not baked on the premises.”
She sat on the edge of the desk carefully, perching herself and looking at Emerie with as much allure as she could muster.
“You have too much power.”
“I am third in the structure of power within the Night Court, what did you expect?”
A hand slid onto her knee, “I wasn’t referring to that.” Emerie leaned in again, running her hands up Mor’s thigh again whilst Mor didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around her neck to reach for the tip of her wing, running her fingers along it.
Emerie shivered, then kissed her again, slipping her tongue into her mouth without much effort, pressing their bodies together by tugging her into her around the waist, a thigh between Mor’s legs.
It pressed where she needed it to go and she squirmed, slowly Emerie leaned her down, softening the descent to the desk below and letting go of her in the process to pin her to the desk.
“We’re lucky there isn’t a lot on here.” Mor laughed, but pushed a very heavy glass paperweight across the surface next to her, pulling Emerie back into the kiss and reaching for the ties of her pants, pulling them loose and then tossing her heels off to the ground and using her feet to push them down.
The paperweight smashed as Mor pushed it all the way, reaching up under Emerie’s shirt to caress her back, using her heels to grind Emerie’s weight into her.
She pulled away from the kiss and pressed a kiss under Emerie’s jawline, then bit it as quickly as she could before pulling away with a small smile.
Mor stuck her fingers in her mouth and met Emerie’s eyes as she sucked on them, grinning around them before sitting up just enough to slide them down the now lowered trousers.
“Not fair.” Emerie murmured into her ear, nipping at it with her teeth as Mor circled the nib of her, rubbing across her lower lips before testing the waters.
A low sound emanated from Emerie as Mor pumped the first finger in and out, finding her dress’s sleeves liberated from her shoulders and pulled right down.
Her left nipple was pulled into Emerie’s mouth quickly, being licked and then let go before the treatment returned to her right, she moaned and Emerie let go to capture the tail ends of it as her own throat vibrated.
Mor flicked the nib and added a third finger, causing Emerie to buck into her hand, shoving her own thigh back at Mor’s.
“This is unfair.” She murmured into Mor’s mouth, in reply she laughed heartily.
One hand returned to knead into Mor’s chest gently, delicately and the rough texture of her calluses made Mor lean into it with as much abandon as she could as she sucked Emerie’s lower lip into her mouth.
She used her free hand to continue trailing her fingers along Emerie’s wing, sensitive as they were; it only made her groan into Mor’s mouth deeper, moving her hips along with each short thrust of Mor’s hand.
Emerie let her mouth go suddenly, pulling Mor’s hand out of her trousers to push them down fully before lowering herself to her knees and pulling Mor’s legs apart.
She pressed kiss after kiss along each thigh quickly, before reaching the apex and licking a stripe up the line of Mor’s cunt.
Her hands gripped Emerie’s hair tightly as the last vestiges of the braid unravelled, leaving the silky tresses to move between her fingertips like water as Emerie feasted on her.
Her tongue pressed itself flat against the lips and pushed in her a touch before moving up to take the nub of her into her mouth.
Emerie sucked on it lightly, stimulating it and then pushed further, a finger following it in slowly to pump in and out.
Mor’s mouth opened before the moan came out, low and drawn out and Emerie repeated the motion again.
Humming, Emerie added a second finger and Mor swore she felt her smile against her at the sounds pouring from her lips as the pressure kept mounting along her spine, pulling her taunt.
“You are a cruel and wicked-“ Emerie cut off anything she had to say as she pulled away and kissed Mor’s thigh, cutting the pressure off and leaving it half done, “-I was joking, but now I mean it.” Mor finished her sentence.
Laughing, Emerie pushed her fingers back into Mor’s cunt and smiled up at her, “Am I really that cruel?”
She didn’t answer the question and arched her back to the ceiling, red dress pooling around her as Emerie went back to running her free hand over her legs before pushing her face back between Mor’s legs.
Carding her hands through Emerie’s hair, she let her continue as the pressure began mounting again, but with it came a cloudy haze built of pleasure and the fine taste of cherries in her mouth.
She came with a warm shiver echoing over her skin, small but the first ones always were as Emerie moaned in time with her.
Pulling on Emerie’s shirt, she raised her back to her lips as she sat up to kiss her, tasting herself on Emerie’s tongue and moaning as she deepened it.
Mor tugged at the end of Emerie’s shirt, pulling it up and over her head as quickly as possible, but the ties at the back of the shirt struggled under her grip, as Emerie moved to free the desk from any other trinkets and shoved her backwards further on to it.
She placed her hand on the center of Emerie’s chest, trailing it up and just teasing the edges of her breasts, “Now who’s the tease?” Her beloved intoned, as Mor caressed one nipple and lowered her mouth to the other one to press a kiss just above it, Emerie’s fingers came to run through Mor’s hair.
Kisses were easy as she pulled Mor’s attention from her breasts back to her lips, kissing her languidly, slowly and she could feel the pure love within it.
It was nice to feel wanted.
“How would you like me to return the favour?” She murmured against Emerie’s lips, pressing another kiss to her lips, “I have some thoughts about that window?”
Her hair was tugged firmly backwards, rocking her head slightly, “What are your thoughts?”
“I want to press you up against it until you are screaming my name.” She ran her fingernails over her shoulders, pressing an open mouthed kiss to her which Emerie returned wholeheartedly, sucking on her tongue and letting Mor grab her ass to pull her closer again.
She crashed their lips together and pushed lightly at her shoulders before hopping off the desk, letting her dress cascade in a final wave to the floor and moved out of it, reconnecting her lips with Emerie’s, tugging a the roots of her hair and pressing her own thigh between her Emerie’s legs.
Her right hand left Emerie’s hair and moved steadfast down her body, sniping around her middle to find the membrane of her wing, before kissing her neck, biting hard in the juncture of her neck, stroking down the wing in a broad wave causing her companion to groan loudly into the air.
“How many times… Do you think I can make you cum?” She murmured against her lips, keeping her voice low and seductive.
Emerie pushed back, moving Mor around the desk, chasing her in a way that made it obvious that neither of them were truly in charge here, but whoever broke first would find themselves on their back on the floor with nothing but sound to cover their tracks.
The kiss was bruising, brutal and rough and Mor moaned with the force of it, she remembered belatedly that neither of them had had much of the red iris and now it was only really an excuse to push each other to the brink as many times as they wanted to.
“You look sexy like this, maybe you should back down and we can have more fun?” She suggested and Emerie growled, pressing her into the bookcase next to the window, the edges of the shelves in her back in a way that once would have been uncomfortable but now just thrilled her.
Someone should have warned her, the voice in the back of her mind screaming with each kiss now, each caress and Mor wanted…
“Or, you eat me out until I scream, on your knees, just for me.” Emerie replied, to her, gathering her hair up in a mock ponytail at the back of her head, tugging lightly before letting it fall around her shoulders all over again.
Mor trailed her fingers down the edges of Emerie’s wings, then her sides and her legs, twisting them so Emerie sat pushed up against the bookcase with Mor on her knees.
“Happy too, but you still haven’t said how many times I can make you cum.” She pointed out and looked up at Emerie with the most wolffish smile she could summon, ready to devour her into oblivion the moment she asked.
Emerie tilted her head down at her, her light brown skin shining in the spring sunlight, her hair a curtain of dark waves like the ocean, she looked like she was Mor’s, she should be Mor’s. Forever.
They had to be Mates, in Mor’s eyes there was no one else as made for her as Emerie, as the illyrian nodded at her, eyes saying ‘Get on with it then’ with a smirk as wolffish as her own.
So, Mor dived in, licking a trail up Emerie’s right inner thigh, sliding her fingers over her cunt again, moving the slick that she found there around until she could safely fit her fingers inside.
The moan that came from Emerie’s mouth was music to her ears, better than any singing blade or minstrel at a party and maybe, maybe pleasing Emerie was what she’d been made for today.
Her chest sung in time with the moan that slid from her beloved’s lips, as she bit at the juncture between the top of Emerie’s thighs and her cunt that only seemed to be getting wetter as Mor flexed her fingers inside of her.
“Mor….” She groaned, then it became muffled and Mor looked up at her, met her eyes before sliding her tongue up her lower lips, tucking it in alongside her fingers, as she flicked the small pebble at the juncture of her thighs, the groan was louder this time, “More…” Emerie pushed against her face, her fingers and her tongue, not saying her name this time, but pleading.
She had to oblige, as she thrusted against Emerie with her fingers, muttered swears left Emerie’s lips and each one grew filthier with every moan.
Maybe, she should be nice this time, after Emerie had so nicely graced her with an orgasm, or… She pulled away and Emerie made a noise of disappointment, looking down at her with eyes half lidded, the sheen of sweat along her skin making it glow even more and Mor really did love sunlight.
“Am I cruel?” She asked her beloved, her mate. To fuck with the cauldron, Mor would choose her for the rest of eternity if it meant seeing her like this every day.
Emerie stared at her, “You?” She laughed, breathless, pushing against the fingers that remained inside of her, “You are the most wicked of women, you haunt my dreams and call me to do your bidding.”
“And what do you say?” Mor grinned up at her and slowly pumped her fingers in and out, “When I ask you to do my bidding?”
A grin grew across her lips, “No.”
“As you should, shame it won’t win you the battle here.” She cooed, keeping her gentle pace within Emerie.
A glare worked its way into those eyes, “Morrigan, why don’t you fuck me?”
“Because you haven’t asked me to.” It’s a murmur as the glare grows amused and eyes roll backwards, “Really, ask me to, I’ll do anything for you.”
The smile on Emerie’s face grew softer, bashful, “Fuck me.”
Mor smiled at her, soft as can be, “Odd way of saying you love me.”
Emerie laughed but it cut short as Mor got back to work, quickening her pace until her Valkyrie fell apart above her.
She could taste her on her tongue, like the finest wine she had ever had, the scream was a bit unexpected as Emerie came far harder than Mor had meant her to.
She sucked at her nib and worked her through it, working at building a second one before the first at even finished, every moan and groan mixed with a very creative swear, or her name, she may have been pleading but it didn’t matter when it didn’t take nearly as long to bring Emerie to completion.
Letting go and removing her fingers, Mor stood again and looked up at her with a wide smile, Emerie didn’t hesitate to press against her with a long kiss, tasting herself just as Mor had done earlier.
“You taste good.” She murmured against Mor’s lips, “Or is that me?”
It was easy now, to break the kiss and turn Emerie around so that she could push her up against the cool glass of the window, “I think I could go for three, don’t you?”
“You want me at three and you at one?” She could hear the mirth in her voice, “Don’t you want us to be evenly scored?”
“Maybe… Maybe I just want to give today.” She brushed Emerie’s hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the centre of her back, in between the wings and she watched them flutter, trying to stretch out in the small space between the bookshelves and the window, Mor pressed another kiss along the membrane of the right one, above the scar.
She paused, staring for a moment, before smoothing her free hand down one of them, then the other.
“You, Emerie of Illyria, are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” Emerie scoffed and Mor knew she would have to prove it, “Three times… Maybe I can make you cum four more?”
Emerie jolted as Mor bit the wing, just along the edge, “Careful there-“ She moaned as Mor pushed her fingers back in her cunt, working it gently, stroking along her inner walls patiently, slowly, torturous once again, “Mor- Morrigan-“
“Yes?”
All that answered her was a moan, distant as Emerie tilted her head back, away from the window but Mor wondered what it would be like to see from outside, to be standing on the other side of the window, looking at the most magnificent tits in existence.
She trailed her nails roughly down her back, catching the ends of her hair to tug gently before continuing downwards, “Tell me, is there anything like this in the books you read?”
Emerie said nothing, Mor dug her fingers in the globe of her arse, but after a long moan, Emerie said something in a low tone.
“Can you repeat that?” She curled two fingers inside of her, waiting for the reply, “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, I want recommendations for future study.”
There was a pause as Emerie pushed back against her hand again, looking for the friction as Mor stopped moving, “I said, let me show you…”
“So, someone’s been fucked against a window in a Sellyn Drake novel?” Mor chuckled, leaning in and nosing Emerie’s hair out of the way to reach on her tiptoes, whispering in her ear, “What’s the next thing? Your cunt in my face, mine in yours? Is that in any of those books?”
Her beloved’s head turned to look at her, to meet her eyes, “Yes.” She said in a husk, gripping Mor’s wrist and removing her hand from her cunt, pushing the fingers in between Mor’s lips, “I believe I owe you two orgasms.”
“I haven’t given you your third yet…” Mor whispered in return, their noses touching as Emerie tried to turn to face her again, but Mor had to step away so that she could.
But, she was chased as Emerie placed another kiss against her lips, pulling on her shoulders as she slowly fell backwards, using her wings to soften the fall.
She gripped Mor’s hips and continued to kiss her deeply before slapping her ass lightly, “Turn around, I want to taste you again.”
Mor didn’t move, instead raising her eyebrows lightly, “What if I want to keep kissing you? You know, I dream about those lips of yours, every night.”
“You can have them any day, but my cunt wants the kisses more than my mouth.” Emerie whispered in return to her, smacking her harder once, “I’m surprised you didn’t try to do this with me, you know, I would enjoy it… But only if you did it.”
Mor bit her lip, trying to resist the urge to test how much Emerie meant it, “Do it again.” She ordered, but Emerie didn’t move to, “Do it again.”
“I don’t do your bidding, oh Truth Speaker, you know I don’t.” She grinned at her, pulling her in for another kiss by the back of her neck, leaving Mor’s hair to cascade around her in a wave, “Will you do mine?”
She shook her head, “You know I won’t.”
“Ah, so we’ll have to compromise then?”
“So it seems.”
“Emerie…” She sang into her lips, “Mine.” She murmured.
She was turned around via her hips as best as Emerie could, facing her cunt as Emerie pulled hers to her lips and entered her with her tongue again, she took a deep breath instead of letting the moan in her throat free.
Leaning down, Emerie slapped her ass again and the moan slipped free from her lips, as she found her way inside of her again.
“Mine…” Emerie whispered into her cunt, “Mine.” She groaned and Mor felt a thrill go through her.
She moaned into Emerie’s cunt, as she stroked her inner walls with her tongue and felt her start to shake around her, as she shook herself with the force that Emerie put behind each caress of her tongue.
Emerie sucked her nub into her mouth, two fingers sliding into the slickness with ease, pushing back and forth at a pace much more forgiving that Mor’s own had been mere moments ago, but at the same time it was punishing.
“Mine.” Mor spoke as she took a break to take a breath, only to have another moan slip from her lips.
The pressure within her built faster now, humming under her skin and into her spine, pooling in her cunt with Emerie’s fingers as her tongue graced along the same spots so many lovers had missed in the past.
She returned the fervour as best she could, as Emerie’s walls squeezed her fingers and her tongue, she made sure to reply with her own motions as she felt herself start to shake alongside her lover.
It did not take much for Emerie to shatter a third time and she smiled as she felt her gush around her tongue, licking until she could coax another scream from her.
But, her own scream bellowed out before then, in chorus with Emerie’s name, making her bones feel like jelly but she didn’t stop, didn’t relent, she couldn’t, not until-
Emerie’s pace was relentless even as she came, returning everything she had taken tenfold as her free hand caressed Mor’s ass, then pinched it until her nails tug in and she let go.
Mor wanted to see the marks that she had left in their wake.
She worked, even as she tried to keep pace, until the third tidal wave came down her body and she couldn’t smother the sound that came from her, the keening and whining.
Emerie did not slow though, even as Mor lost her place in hers, she wanted to win this- “Emerie- Emerie, please-“
Ignoring her, or seeming to, Emerie kept her pace, each thrust more brutal than the last and Mor scrambled to assist her in her own, but her fingers were failing to move as fast as her lover’s.
It was unfair and cruel and wicked and-
She came again but dove in, to work Emerie to completion, to distract her to do anything that would-
A keening sound not from her broke the air, as Emerie’s pace messed itself up and she slowed, Mor sped up, finding the same brutal pace easily until Emerie too was boneless underneath her.
Emerie came after her, but it didn’t matter.
“So, how many times did you make me cum?” Emerie asked, out of breath as Mor slid sideways off of her, back to the floor.
Mor panted, out of breath herself, voice horse, “I lost count.”
Secretly dating Nessian showing up to a costume party in similar by accident. People start making jokes like “oh are you dating?” And Nessian have to play the no ew I hate him/her part but when they end in somewhere in the party and have dirty secret sex 🧍🏼♀️
okay so I'm taking a couple liberties with this because I wanted to do an NSFW halloween party thing, but there will be 1) dirty secret sex and 2) people assuming Cassian and Nesta are dating. enjoy my babies
⚠️warning: smut incoming, dirty secret sex edition⚠️
Cassian barely let five minutes go by before he was off looking for Nesta again, not content to brood in the shadows with Azriel. She looked absolutely delicious in that jumpsuit, and she knew good and well what it would do to him. It was only fair that he track her down again to beg her for the chance to prove his appreciation.
He was searching through the Vanserras’ crowded living room when Eris saddled up next to him with a smirk. “Your girlfriend went the other way.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Cassian corrected, raising his voice to be heard over the music. He frowned at Eris, who was dressed immaculately as some kind of Greek or Roman god. “But I appreciate the help.”
“Do you often match costumes with people you aren’t dating?” Eris asked.
Cassian caught sight of Tarquin, who was dressed in a toga and carrying a giant trident, making his way towards them. “I take your point, but we’re not together.”
“Don’t be an idiot, Valladares,” Eris sniped without his usual venom. “Go after her.”
Cassian gave a lazy salute before turning in the other direction, pushing his way through sweaty college students as he continued looking for Nesta. The bass of the song pounded through his body as he kept looking, his disappointment mounting as he looked through room after room to no avail. No sign of her in the kitchen — just Emerie and Mor tossing back shots together. No sign of her in the second living room — Lucien and Elain were making out on one of the couches, something he could’ve gone without seeing.
When he finally made his way to the basement door, he was relieved to find Nesta chatting animatedly in a corner with Gwyn, a red Solo cup in her hands. The music was still loud down here, but there were slightly less people, so it was much easier for him to cut his way across the room to where they were standing.
“…even fit more than four people in a bed?” Nesta was saying. Her back was to Cassian, so she had no idea he was there as she complained about her newest read. “I mean, you can fit three people in a full sized bed, but four or five is really uncomfortable.”
“Speaking from experience, Nes?” Cassian asked, leaning down to speak directly into her ear.
Gwyn laughed and made herself scarce as Nesta spun around, her face furiously red. “I told you not to fucking call me that.”
“You’re not answering the question,” he teased. He’d gotten rid of his beer before coming to look for her and reached for her cup, taking a sip of her jungle juice in retaliation for how she’d stolen some of his drink earlier. “I’m curious.”
“I’m just being practical,” she said, crossing her arms. He couldn’t help but admire the wonders it did for her breasts, well worth the smack on his arm. “Can you stop looking at my chest for one second?”
“It’s a great chest.” He took a step closer to her and she took the tiniest one back, clearly hitting the wall much sooner than she’d anticipated. “Perfectly sized.”
“Perfectly sized for what?” she fired back, stealing her cup back to take another sip of her drink. He tried not to let it get to him that she drank from the exact spot his lips had been only moments prior.
Cassian blamed his newfound boldness on the buzz he was feeling — not nearly enough to be drunk, but the perfect amount to shoot his shot. He took another step forward and reached out to play with the pull of her zipper, delighted at her sharp intake of breath. “My hands.”
“Is that so?” Nesta asked, tilting her chin up in challenge. “That’s quite the hypothesis.”
“We can test it if you want,” he replied, barely able to believe his luck. “Multiple times, just to be sure. I take the scientific method very seriously.”
She huffed a laugh. “Come on. I know they have extra bedrooms down here somewhere.”
He was more than happy to let her lead the way, especially since it meant he had an excuse to hold her hand. The first door they opened was occupied by a couple that looked suspiciously like Jurian and Vassa, who didn’t even turn and look at the door being opened. Thesan and his boyfriend were very busy in the second bedroom they tried, Nesta squeaking out apologies as they turned and gave her irritated looks.
The third door they opened was mercifully empty. Cassian sighed in relief before closing and locking the door behind him, leaving him and Nesta completely alone in the dark.
“Is there a light in here?” she asked. He heard her slapping the wall to look for a switch, both of them hissing as she found it and turned the lights on. They were so bright that she immediately turned them off, and he blinked rapidly to try and adjust back to being in the dark. “Lights off it is.”
Thankfully, the room wasn’t completely dark — there were a couple of windows high up on the walls that allowed for moonlight to shine through. Once Cassian’s eyes weren’t stinging, he slowly walked over to where Nesta was still standing by the wall and found her hand, tugging her over to the bed in the middle of the room.
He’d barely sat down on the bed before she was in his lap, her lips finding his quickly and pulling a groan from him as they kissed. She tasted like vodka as she slid her tongue into his mouth.
“Fuck, Nes,” he murmured against her lips. He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her steady while the other plunged into her hair. It was every bit as soft as he’d imagined, but the little moan she made was beyond his wildest dreams.
She rocked her hips against his and he groaned again as what felt like all the blood in his body rushed towards his cock. Not wanting to be outdone, he moved the hand around her waist further down to grip her ass instead, squeezing one cheek as hard as he dared.
“Didn’t think you were an ass guy,” she teased, pulling away to start pressing kisses to his neck. She continued to move her hips against his and although it felt good, he knew it would be nothing compared to if she decided to actually touch him.
“I’m a whatever I can get my hands on kind of guy,” he fired back. He leaned all the way back, wanting to see her completely on top of him, unsurprised when she didn’t miss a single beat.
“I thought you were a guy who took the scientific method very seriously,” Nesta said, repeating his words from earlier. She sat up on top of him and smirked, like she knew exactly what she did to him with her position, and moved his hands to cup her breasts through her leather bodysuit. “How’s the hypothesis looking?”
Cassian could barely breathe with his hands on her like this. Need burned through him, so strongly he wondered how he’d leave this room without burying himself inside her, without watching her ride him within an inch of his life. Somehow, he found his voice, and replied, “I think I need further testing.”
“You’re shameless.” She yanked down the zipper to reveal a black bra, and he groaned appreciatively at seeing so much skin on display. “But I like that.”
“And I like these,” he said, running his hands over her bra. He groaned as he felt her hardened nipples through the material. “Can I take this off, sweetheart?”
Nesta nodded frantically, and Cassian wasted no time in unfastening her bra, immensely thankful she’d worn one with a clasp in the front. She moaned as he moved his thumbs across her nipples, grinding downwards on his almost painfully hard length. She was always beautiful, but with his hands on her bare skin and her writhing on top of him, she’d placed herself in an entirely different class.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. She let him fondle her for another minute before she opened them again, fixing him with a determined look. “Take out your dick.”
He pouted as she moved off him but did as she asked, shrugging out of his suspenders so he could pull down his pants and underwear at the same time. He couldn’t help but shoot her a smug look when her lips parted in surprise. “Like what you see, Nes?”
“You must really not want me to suck it,” she said calmly, repositioning herself so she was kneeling between his legs in front of him. “Call me that again and I’ll stop.”
Whatever retort was on his lips died as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and licked. His hips jerked up involuntarily, earning a devious little chuckle, and he scrambled to get himself together. It was only the woman of his dreams about to suck him off. No big deal.
“Can I hold your hair back?” Cassian asked, groaning as she continued exploring his cock with her tongue.
“Yes,” Nesta replied. He sat up and gathered her hair as best he could while she slowly bobbed her head, cursing like a sailor as she swirled her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted as she slowly picked up speed. He was hypnotized as she worked him, and when she looked up at him with those gray-blue eyes, he knew he was a complete goner. “Fuck, Nesta.”
He thought she was good when it was just her tongue, but when she added her hands to the mix? He knew she was actively trying to kill him. His world narrowed to the feel of her throat around his cock, one small hand on his shaft while the other worked his balls, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt this was going to be the best night of his life.
Cassian held out with every fibre of his being, although Nesta certainly wasn't making it easy for him. He was dangerously close to finishing down her throat, and although he knew it would be incredible, it wasn't how he wanted things to end. "Nesta."
"Yes?" she replied, pausing to look up at him with his cock perfectly positioned between those full lips of hers.
"I don't want to come like this," he managed to say. He could barely focus on anything except the feel of her lips around him and fought to maintain his eye contact with her.
She released his cock and worked him slowly with one hand instead. "Oh? And how would you like that to happen?"
"Inside you," he ground out. He let go of her hair and watched it fall around her shoulders in a bronze curtain.
"Do you have condoms on you?" she asked, continuing to pump him with one hand.
He cursed his past self for not wanting to be too assuming. Why didn't he bring any condoms to the Halloween party of the year when he'd gotten lucky every year prior? "Ah... no?"
"I'd be shocked if there were any in here," she mused. She let go of his cock altogether in favor of turning to look in the nearby nightstand's drawer, sighing when she came up empty. "Sorry. I didn't think to bring any, either."
Cassian sighed, somewhat put out that he wouldn't get to realize his dream tonight after all. "Damn."
"This jumpsuit only unzips so far, anyway." Nesta gave him a wry smile before repositioning herself between his knees and reaching for his cock. She was halfway to putting it back in her mouth when she paused.
"Sweetheart," he groaned. He gathered her hair into his hands again and pulled slightly at the roots for encouragement. "Don't stop now."
"Just because you can't fuck me doesn't mean you can't fuck something else," she replied deviously. He was completely lost for words as she let go of his cock and pushed her generous breasts together with a raised eyebrow. "Well?"
"Fuck yes," he agreed quickly. "But I don't suppose you have lube on you?"
"I can handle that," she replied, smirking. He sighed in relief as she leaned forward and started swirling her tongue around him again, the soft heat of her mouth and throat pulling every curse he knew from his lips.
It didn't take her long to get him close to where he'd been before, and when she moved all the way off his cock, he was covered in a mix of his arousal and her spit. They maneuvered themselves so his cock was between her breasts and she pressed them together while he gave an experimental thrust.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, dumbstruck as she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock. If he angled his hips just right, he could thrust directly into her mouth, and he would be taking every advantage of that fact.
She hmmed her approval as he picked up speed. It wasn't the same as being inside her, but damn if it didn't feel amazing. Her breasts were warm and soft and she was applying the perfect amount of pressure around him. He felt himself approaching that familiar edge, dangerously close to falling over, and then she looked up at him through her lashes.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," he said as he came, gasping at how good it felt. She let go of her breasts in favor of putting her mouth back on him, swallowing down everything he gave her without hesitation. He was on cloud nine as he gently bucked into her mouth and rode out the final waves of his orgasm, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky for Nesta Archeron to put her mouth on him.
Cassian pulled Nesta up for a deep kiss, not caring that he tasted himself on her lips. "Jesus, you know how to kill a man."
"It's my specialty," she replied once she pulled away. She smiled smugly at him as if she knew just how good at that particular activity she was. "What are you doing after this?"
"Nothing," he replied honestly. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm going to need help getting out of this jumpsuit," she said, playing with the zipper again. "And you owe me at least two orgasms for what I did to you. Actually, make that three."
Cassian grinned and stole another kiss from her just because he could, already thinking of all the ways he wanted to make her squirm. "I'm sure I can help with that, sweetheart."
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