My IG followers (Cyrastory_art) voted for Elucien x Bridgerton and I had to draw a scene from the goat, Kanthony (Season 2).
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I’d go as far as to say that Season 2 brought me back to life after a tough period. I went down the Bridgerton rabbit hole to escape life and read all 8 Bridgerton books.
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Chasing the high, I searched Amazon for highest rated romance books and stumbled upon ACOTAR. I suppose the rest was up to fate!
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Here I am, 4 years later, completely changed by this book series!
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Hope you like this one 😘
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This started as a flower doodle that came to life as Elain’s Retreat. Elain is one of my favorite ACOTAR characters, if you haven’t noticed 😅 I’d love for the next book to be from her POV.
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I imagine her needing a break from the IC, venturing off to a safe place to be with her thoughts.
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Disclaimer: Please don’t use for anti content. I don’t engage in ship wars and think everyone should ship whoever they want! Personally, right now I ship Azriel with a good therapist ✌🏼
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I’ve had this idea for Gwyn and Azriel where they somehow end up in an Illyrian Forest after training together, taking a midnight dip into a hidden pool.
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He flies her there, landing in a fit of laughter as she grips his neck during the thrilling ride.
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Maybe one day, I’ll write a fan fic for it. Hope you like this!
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Thank you so much for bringing my Nesta/Azriel brotp headcanon to life!
Enjoy your Eris Vanserra and Lorelei fic! 😘
Lorelei and Eris Vanserra had met before. In a dark corridor of The Forest House. Now they meet again and this time, Eris isn't letting the Valkyrie beauty get away.
Read it on AO3 or below the cut!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/79219766
Lorelei
Lorelei never knew what to do with herself at events like this.
Correction. She never knew what to do with herself at events like this when she wasn't tasked with taking out a target or spying for information.
Hells, she had grown up never knowing what to do in social situations. She didn't enjoy the limelight because she didn't know how to hold someone's gaze and have a conversation. Didn't know if her adding to the conversation would matter. If it would add substance. Everyone else seemed to be able to accomplish that, but not her.
But when Lorelei could pretend to be someone else, put on a show. Be a nobody in a sea of somebody's, that's when she excelled.
So that's what she did. Holding her head high, Lorelei strolled into the ballroom, pretending to be an aristocrat who basked in the opulence, and slid into the crowd until she was so deep she couldn't see the door she entered.
Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony was the talk of the town. It was all the valkyries could talk about since they received the open invitation from Nesta. They chatted about what they would wear. Who they might see.
There was a lot of talk particularly about Eris, the heir to the Autumn Court throne. He would be there as an honored guest, and Lorelei wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that.
Lorelei had met Eris once before when she had been a Night Court spy, a position she hadn't held in years.
She had been sent to spy on the Autumn Court just before Amarantha’s reign.
She had almost gotten herself caught one night when she was sneaking around dressed as a housemaid listening for whispers and following hidden shadows. Turning a corner, she smacked right into Eris. She could still remember the way his strong hands grabbed her shoulders. How his amber eyes glowed, even in the darkness. A lucky predator catching an unsuspecting prey. Everywhere his touch was on her burned through her cotton dress, seeping into her skin. Filled her.
He apologized for running into her, then peered down at her, brows drawing in slowly. Suspicion crossed his face. Trying to shake him and appear unsuspecting, she remembered herself and the disguise she wore. Acting as a maid, Lorelei pulled out of his grasp and curtsied low as she mumbled about “Forgiveness your highness!” and “Apologies my lord!” before she scurried away.
She hadn't stopped thinking about him from that moment on. They had caught one another's eye through the next few days of her mission and every time she'd felt that heat pulse through her. And every time, Eris stared back as if he'd uncovered a mystery and was trying to untangle its riddles. She wondered, since then, if she'd ever run into him again.
If she'd see him tonight.
If he'd even remember her.
Peering out over the undulating crowd of people, Lorelei doubted Eris would venture this far away from the main ballroom event. The tucked away stone alcove she'd discovered was a welcomed reprieve. Though people still milled about everywhere, their conversations boisterous and loud, this alcove gave her just enough space to breathe.
Lorelei sat back, the smooth, cool stone against her skin soothed the burn she felt in her core. A neglected need that flared whenever she thought of the Autumn Court male.
A group of women passed, throwing back their heads and laughing with glee. Lorelei watched them walk away, their poofy skirts bouncing and flowing with them. She wondered if she looked half as graceful as them in her own gown. The deep wine red of the silky material hugged her curves and flowed around her legs. With one high slit over her left leg and a plunging neckline, it was certainly the most revealing thing she'd ever worn. Trying it on in her room she felt like a goddess, exuding a sexiness she didn’t know she possessed.
Here she stuck out like a sore thumb. At least, that's how she felt.
Scanning the room, Lorelei searched through the sea of colorful dresses, unsure what she was looking for until –
Lorelei’s heart nearly stopped in her chest.
Across the small alcove room, leaning against an ornately carved archway was Eris Vanserra.
And he was smirking.
At her.
Gathering herself, Lorelei held her posture, stilled her breathing, and kept her eyes on him.
Then she returned the smile.
That’s all it took before Eris was crossing the stone floor and standing before her. Lorelei gazed up at him, waiting for him to speak first. He swirled his glass of wine. Took a sip. Then sat down next to her.
Lorelei stayed still. Not moving an inch, showing Eris she was definitely not nervous. She just hoped he didn’t have a sudden urge to feel her pulse because holy gods was it beating fast.
“You look familiar.”
“Do you say that to every female who crosses your path?” she blurted, not entirely sure why her words dripped with a sensual prowess.
Not missing a beat, Eris leaned over, his breath ghosting her skin and responded, “Only you, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart?
“Presumptuous to assume I'm sweet in any way. For all you know, I could be here to keep an eye on you.”
Eris made a sound deep in his chest. “Hm. Lucky for you, I'd very much like to have your eye on me. Both specifically.” Lorelei felt the back of his fingers graze her thigh, soft and curious. Her eyes fell to his hand that had fallen to rest next to her on the bench, then to his eyes, smoldering with desire.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Lorelei held her breath, hoping to all the gods Eris didn't scent how absolutely turned on she was right now. How with his single touch she felt every nerve ending come to life.
“There is actually. I need a beautiful female to accompany me.”
Lorelei quirked a brow. “Where to?”
Eris smirked, “The dance floor."
Every muscle in her body tensed. Lorelei had taken many dance lessons, needing the ability in case she ever needed to infiltrate a ball or party where dancing was involved.
Because she never knew when a handsome lord could saunter up to her and proclaim he needs a beautiful lady on his arm to whisk across the ballroom floor….
Lorelei was prepared, but prepared to dance with Eris Vanserra?
Eris stood before her, waiting for her to take his hand. Grinning down at her like he knew she would take it, because of course she would.
And she did.
The moment she came to full height, Eris tugged her to his side, gentle enough that it felt warm and chivalrous, but there was a hint of possession. Which was preposterous because Lorlelei belonged to no one.
Her chest squeezed as Eris led her through the halls. His hands, warm with the undercurrent of magic, radiated through her. Settling deep beneath her skin.
She glanced up and nearly stumbled to find Eris already looking down at her. Smiling. His amber eyes twinkled with delight.
Lorelei frowned. “What?” She asked, unsure why she was receiving such scrupulous attention.
The corner of Eris’ mouth twitched. “You're a Valkyrie now?”
“As opposed to…?”
Eris steered her into the grand ballroom where the music was thrumming a fast paced jig, one that made Lorelei's pulse quicken and body ache to move.
“An Autumn Court maid.”
The words stopped Lorelei fully in her tracks. “Excuse me?” Play it off. Play it cool. Maybe he's just…guessing?
Eris tugged her onto the dance floor, winding his arms around her shoulders and spinning her out of his grasp before talking her back in. She was flushed against his chest and with his too warm hands pressing into her back, she had nowhere to go.
His smile was devious. “I think you know exactly what I'm talking about.”
Of course she knew exactly what he was talking about but right now all she could focus on was his muscled body pressed to hers.
He wasn't built like Cassian or Azriel, with their bulging, stacked muscles. Eris was lithe, poised like a lord should be. Shoulders squared, back rim rod straight, chin always held high. He moved with grace and fluidity, his lean muscles bunching just enough that she could feel the strength beneath them. Strength that was hidden beneath a sleek, elegant frame.
Eris’ body did many things to her.
Namely the heat that was currently pooling in her core….
Lorelei forced all her focus away from the way her body wanted to melt against his, and stared up into his amber eyes. “Im afraid I don't know. Perhaps you can clarify? Maybe you saw someone else? I tend to have a recognizable face –”
Eris laughed at that, the rumble starting deep in his chest before he leaned down and whispered in Lorelei’s ear, “My dear, your face is the only one I've been thinking about since I saw you nearly fifty years ago.”
Eris
He had to admit, Azriel trained his spies well. If he were anyone else, he would have believed the Valkyrie.
Now, he peered down at her shocked expression, his chest filling with a golden warmth at the pure shock in her iridescent purple and green eyes.
The first time he saw her, was in the dim hallway of the Autumn Court.
Eris knew many of the staff at the Forest House by name. Took the time to talk to them. If he was going to be seeing them everyday, he might as well get to know them.
But this maid?
This maid he had never seen before.
She had the tall tell signs of an Autumn Court resident with her too-bright red hair. He recognized the use of bramble bush berries she must have used to dye her hair. Clever, but there was no faking the distinct red hair of the Autumn Court.
It wasn't her hair that he remembered distinctly though. No. It was her eyes. A deep purple, almost the color of late Autumn wine, but in the low firelight cast by the fae lights floating in the sconces along the walls, there was a hint of green. They shifted back and forth, iridescent and ever changing between the two colors.
It was the briefest encounter, but Eris couldn't stop thinking about her. Couldn't imagine any other eyes as he closed his own at night. Couldn't imagine any other female while he fisted his cock –
Now, he had her in his arms. Right where he wanted her.
“You – you have?” She was trying to play coy, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about, but he knew she did.
Eris tightened his hold on her. His fingertips pressing into the small of her back. “I have.” He ducked his head, his lips now brushing her bare shoulder, sending a shiver through her body. “I like your natural hair much better. The red dye doesn't suit you.”
Her steps faltered and she reared her head back to peer up at him. A myriad of emotions crossed her face. Shock. Confusion. Then irritation.
“Did you just bring me out to this dance floor to insult me?”
Eris chuckled, “No, my dear, far from it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Then why?”
“I told you,” he answered with a shrug. “I needed a beautiful lady to dance with. Plus –” He brought. Hand up to her cheek, brushing his fingers along her high cheekbones. “I didn't catch your name while you were spying on me.”
Her mouth dropped before she picked it up, quickly.
“I don't know –”
“Yes you do.” He trailed his hand down her neck, across her shoulder. All the way down her arm until he slipped his hand under her arm and cupped her hip. “What is your name? Or do I need to question every Valkyrie and Night Court spy to learn it?”
She scowled at him and if that wrinkled nose and pursed lips didn't do something to him….
It was entirely too adorable.
Finally, she answered, “Lorelei.”
Lorelei.
Something deep in his chest cracked, a golden, beautiful glow that pushed through his hardened heart.
“Lorelei,” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue and loving every syllable and cadence. Her scent blossomed, reaching up and infecting him with its perfection. Soft violet and grounding patchouli.
And something thicker. Headier.
“Tell me, Lorelei, do you want to ditch this soirée and have some real fun?”
Lorelei balked, "I can't just…leave. It's Nesta’s mating ceremony. It's an important evening for her.” Lorelei glances around, looking for her friend.
Eris knows exactly where she is, or at least where Nesta was before coming upon Lorelei tucked into a quiet corner. Getting fucked senseless by her Illyrian mate in an empty room downstairs.
“I'm sure she would forgive you for finding some extracurricular activities to lose yourself in.”
Lorelei glared up at him. He liked her. All her fieriness contained in such a dainty little frame.
“And pray tell what extracurricular activities you are speaking of, Lord Eris.”
Fuuucck the way she said his name….
Eris smirked, “There's a show in the city proper. Hosted by the nymph community. I was hoping to catch part, if not all of it.”
“A show? At this time?”
So sweet. So innocent.
“It's – for the late night crowds. What do you say?”
Lorelei bit her bottom lip and shook her head, “I don't know –”
Eris let the hand resting against her upper back, drift higher until he was cupping the nape of her neck and tilting her head for him.
She inhaled sharply, her scent thickening around them.
Interesting.
Eris kept his hand there, gripping her tighter, “If you don't like it, I will take you home, but I would really appreciate your company, Lorelei.”
Lorelei’s gaze sparkled with apprehension and curiosity, her body nearly melted in his grasp. As if Eris saying her name triggered a full body response in her.
Finally, she answered. Finding a steady foot again, and tilting her chin to him, Lorelei said, “Alright – Lord Eris – I’ll accompany you.”
Lorelei
Lorelei had never, in her life, been to a show as erotic as The Nymph's Soirée.
In a spacious, but cramped back room of a tavern, Lorelei sat between Eris and a heavy, thick red curtain. She couldn't take her eyes off the floor to ceiling draping, some in the heavy crimson fabric like the one that hung next to her. Others were lightweight and billowing. All of them were different shades of reds and pinks. They hung from the ceiling and walls, draped around booths and over doorways. There was not a spot in the room where she could see the floor. Tables and booths filled every bit of floor space, aside from the bar in the back of the room and the small stage set up front. She couldn't imagine what kind of show would be put on with how little space –
Oh.
Oh gods.
Just as Lorelei had turned to ask Eris what kind of performance this was, an ethereal, glittering fire nymph slid onto the stage, strutting across it like she was a cat with her eye on her prey.
Then she began to dance – or rather, shimmy. Her orange and red dress sparkled, the light hitting it just perfect with every sway of her hips.
Then she did something that made Lorelei's face heat and her body tingle.
The nymph ran a hand over her shoulder, hooking her finger under the strap --and let it slide down her arm.
She did it again with the other strap and suddenly she was teasing the crowd. Giving them small hunts of the bare skin beneath her costume.
A chuckle next to her brought her back to reality and Eris hooked a finger under her chin, closing her gaping mouth.
Eris. The scoundrel. He knew exactly what he was getting her into.
“What is she doing?!” Lorelei hissed so only Eris could hear. “Is this consensual?”
Eris only chuckled again, laying a warm hand on her thigh. The touch made her shiver and she maybe scooted in just a tad closer to the High Fae male.
“It is completely consensual. That is Fancy le Fay, a long time revue participant. It's a new type of entertainment. It's called burlesque.”
“Burlesque…” Lorelei let the word sit on her tongue, mulled it over. A type of entertainment where you wear sparkly dresses and dance to erotic music while teasing the audience with flashes of your body underneath?
Interesting.
Eris sat back in the booth, his arm wrapping around Lorelei and pulling her into his side. And she let him.
It had been happening all night. Eris would cautiously touch her in some new way, gauging her response. When she didn't protest (which was never) Eris took it a step further. A held hand became an arm wrapped around her middle. Brushing knees beneath the table turned into snuggling into his side.
As the night went on, Lorelei found she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she wanted Eris to touch her more…and maybe….maybe even kiss her?
Lorelei sat up straighter. Oh gods did she want to kiss Eris?
She peered over at him, watching the way his gaze followed Fancy le Fay around the room as she continued to remove pieces of her clothing. Revealing nothing underneath but a barely there thong and small tassels taped over her nipples.
He startled her as he rose from his seat and clapped, throwing money at the stage and whistling.
A strange warming sensation shot through her and Lorelei suddenly had the urge to put on a show like that for Eris…
Goodness. This night had taken so many unexpected turns, who knew where she'd end up.
But that was the wonder of it. She could decide.
So she did.
She turned to the Autumn Court heir to pull his attention from the show before them, but he was already looking at her. A dazzling sparkle in his eye, momentarily knocking the breath out of her and rendering her incapable of thinking.
Gods he was beautiful. All fine, chiseled lines, long, silky red hair pulled back in half up, half down braided style. His amber eyes were bright like the afternoon sun, even in the darkness of the room.
He raised one brow as he gazed down at her. “You look like you want to say something.”
She nodded and swallowed. She could do this. She wanted to do this.
To take a chance.
To take back a part of her that was lost nearly two decades ago.
“Do you have a room here? In Velaris?”
His gentle smile turned devious, “I do. At the Aurora Inn in the arts district.”
Lorelei's heart was racing and her mouth felt dry. She forgot how to speak. How to make her lips move to form words.
Then Eris’ warm hand, which had been resting on her thigh all evening, slid down. He hooked it beneath her leg as he got to the crook of her knee, gently tugging her towards him.
“Is there something you'd like to ask me, Lorelei?” Eris asked, his voice low and dripping with honey.
Her answer came out raspy, heady with her sudden desire. “I – do you –” she took a deep breath, ducking her chin to hide her embarrassment at stumbling over a few simple words. Words that were simple, but together, meant so much more.
Eris lifted her chin with a finger, and waited. His amber eyes gazing longingly into hers. Encouraging her with his smoldering stare.
It was the push she needed as she boldly asked, “Do you want to head back to your place?”
Eris
What a lucky fae he was.
Having a stunning and ethereal female such as Lorelei, lazily circling his room at the Aurora Inn. Her eyes roved over the expensive artwork, the plush bedding, the carved woodwork of the bed frame. The smell of the incense he had lit earlier clung to the air in the room, adding to the heady atmosphere.
When her eyes landed on him, the iridescent glow of them glittering in the dim light from the fae lights, his heart stopped.
The air in the room grew heavier somehow. An electric spark between them simmered, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Desire pooled in his belly, hot and hungry to taste her. To smell her. To hold her.
Did she feel it too? Was she aware of this spark between them?
Eris shrugged off his jacket, toed off his shoes, and nodded to her. A silent command to follow.
Lorelei's blush deepened before she too stepped out of her heels and dropped her thin shawl to the ground.
Waiting.
Watching.
Eris’ feet were carrying him across the room before he could do anything to stop them. And then he was there. Holding Lorelei’s face in his hands. Reveling in the soft surprised sound she made as he pressed his body to hers.
Her arousal swept over him, pushing him to the edge of no return – and kissed her.
Pressing his lips gently to hers, Eris tasted every inch of her pink mouth. Drinking in the honeyed floral scent.
Lorelei melted in his hold, her hands clutching to his sides, urging him to move. To take.
But this? Kissing her? It was addicting. He didn't want to stop. Never wanted to know life again without her perfect mouth on his.
Eris’ hands traveled down the sides of her face, caressing her neck and shoulders as he reached behind her and cupped her ass through the dress. She moaned as he pressed her hips to his, showing her exactly how hard she made him.
Her arms wound around his neck as he started hiking up her skirt until all the silky fabric was gone and the only thing he felt was her milky, soft skin.
Fuuuck. She was perfect.
Fingers digging into her thighs, he hooked them underneath her legs and hauled her into his arms. Her legs automatically wrap around his waist. Clinging to him. Their mouths never leave. Dancing in a salacious, wet tangle. As Eris carried her to the bed and set her down, his own body forced her legs to stay open. Revealing herself to him.
Only then did he pull away from the sweet taste of her and gazed upon her.
Bright white hair sprawling around her head like a halo, long wispy tendrils fanning out over the dark blankets she laid upon. Her chest rising and falling, her lips red and plump from the kiss. And the rest of her…legs and arms laid limp, her back arching, her hips pressing into the mattress. Squirming under his gaze.
“You are a fucking beautiful sight to behold, Lorelei,” Eris remarked, his voice much deeper and husky. Effected by the goddess laying before him. He leaned down, placing a kiss to the inside of both of her thighs. Her arousal was thick.Eris had to do all he could not to sink into her right there and then.
“Eris,” she gasped, her body wiggling under his grasp as she said his name. Pleading.
“Yes, love?” He stuck out his tongue and licked one long stripe up one of her thighs.
She whined, “Oh – yes. Right there.”
He did it again and again, each time coming closer to the apex of her thighs. Each stroke made her whine louder. Squirm more fervently.
“If your skin is this delicious –” Eris pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh and sucked, bruising her skin with his mark. Lorelei moaned, the sound rolling and crescendoing as his lips popped off and he continued, “-- I wonder what that pretty little cunt tastes like.”
Lorelei’s gaze darkened as Eris settled between her legs, skimming his knuckles up and down the cloth mount where a wet spot was already forming.
She lifted herself onto her elbows, staring down at him.
“I want to watch,” she said, and fuck if that didn't make his cock kick in his pants.
“Do you now? You want to watch as I kiss your swollen lips…fuck you with my tongue?”
Lorelei bit her bottom lip and nodded eagerly. Eris smiled against her warmth and tore her panties away with one swift swipe. Or rather, let them burn into ash with the small flame he produced. Lorelei shot him a look of shock.
“My underwear!”
“I’ll buy you more.”
She smiled, her lips curling gently with mischief. “You will, will you?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, lowering his head to her glistening sex. Blowing cool air across her.
She whimpered, “Tomorrow.”
Eris raised a brow, “Interesting…it seems the more clothing I take off of you, the bossier you become. Alright. Tomorrow I'll take you to Madame Delphine's.”
Lorelei gasped, “Madame Delphine's? No I couldn't accept – ah!”
Eris nipped at her thigh, “You asked for more underwear, and that's what I'm going to do.” Sure Madame Delphine's was the most prestigious maker of fine lingerie, she also had a private back room where Eris could watch Lorelei try on everything her heart desired. “A goddess like you deserves the finest.”
With adept fingers, Eris ran his hand through her coarse hair, parting her lips as he thumbed her opening and flicked her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Lorelei cried out, falling against the pillows.
“Oh no no, that won't do baby girl, you wanted to watch. Now sit up and watch as I devour you.”
On shaky hands, Lorelei rose up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild and swimming with desire.
Eris smirked. “Good girl,” he praised her.
The first stroke of his tongue along her folds was like tasting heaven. Sweet and warm, with a musky tang that lingered on his tongue. Another long, slow lick and Lorelei was nearly coming undone.
“Not yet, love. I'm going to spend tonight pulling every orgasm from your body.”
Lorelei trembled as Eris ducked down, sucking her into his mouth, pulling out a low moan. The sound shooting straight to his throbbing cock. “Yeah baby, make all the noise you want. Be loud for me.”
He tongued her clit, flicking her with a steady rhythm that had her panting and keening like a wild animal. She bucked her hips, pleaded and cried and when her first orgasm barreled through her, he could feel her muscles tensing, seeking more.
And by the gods did he have more to give.
Lorelei
Oh gods…oh gods!
Eris was – adept.
He learned every little thing that made her quake with excitement and beg for more. Now, as he continued to lap at her sex, she wondered how many orgasms he could pull from her? How many times could she release this built up tension?
Because fuck another one was coming. Fast and strong and –
“OH FUCK!”
Stars burst in her vision, her second orgasm only fueling her core with more fire. More need.
Eris knew it too, knew how undone she was becoming.
He never stopped. His tongue never ceasing, feeding her more and more pleasure and just when she felt the build up in her spine, a new sensation joined. A pressure between her lips that teased and explored, spreading her slick around.
Then Eris pressed one…two fingers in, sinking into her pulsing, needy core.
Lorelei moaned, her fingers fisting his hair without even thinking. Her hips moved of their own accord, rolling her pussy against his face. And Eris took it. His fingers sliding in and out of her, his tongue swirling her clit. His other hand flat on her thigh, holding her leg open as he hummed and groaned.
Eating her like she was the last meal he'd ever have.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Eris’ fingers pumping in time with his tongue, drawing out an orgasm that came out of nowhere. Heat burst through her, her muscles tensing and jaw dropping as the soul crushing explosion had her bowing off the mattress.
Eris hummed, the vibration a shock against her sensitive clit. “What a good girl. Coming three times on my tongue.”
All she could manage was a garbled moaning whine as Eris’ tongue kept going.
She’d lost count at exactly how many times he’d made her come with his tongue and fingers alone. Tasting every drop that trickled from her soaked pussy.
Bliss. Surely this is what pure bliss was. The way her body felt so light, yet with every tongue stroke a heavy, thick desire coated her insides. Filling her in a way she’d never been before.
She was ready. She was ready to have him inside her, filling her with ropes of cum. Needing him to fuck her or she’d absolutely lose her fucking mind.
“Eris –,” she panted through the new currants of desire building inside her. “Eris please –”
She heard the Lord growl between her legs, his fingers sliding deeper inside her. “Yes, Lorelei. Tell me what you need.”
“You – I need you,” she keened, raising up to pull his head up and find his lips that were now glistening with her slick. Her heady scent filled the air between them as she leaned down and kissed him. Licking her lips along his to taste herself. His fingers hadn’t stopped between her legs, relentlessly stroking that spot deep inside her. Bringing her over the brink once more as he kissed her deeply.
Lorelei moaned into his mouth, shuddering as her orgasm moved through her, warmth spreading across her skin. She whined as he removed his fingers and pushed her back into the pillows, their lips still locked.
His hands caressed her skin, tugging one strap down and not stopping until her breasts were exposed to him. One. Then the other. Spilling from the confinements of the dress and into his waiting hands.
Eris kneaded and tweaked them, massaging them in time with his hungry kisses. Kisses that began to travel and wander down. Down. Down…taking one nipple between his lips, his other hand groping her. His mouth suckling her breast and oh gods –
He was devouring her.
Taking in every inch of her he could get his hands on. Tasting. Learning. Worshipping.
Without warning, Eris ripped her dress down, pushing it over her hips and throwing it behind him. She couldn’t stop the excited giggle and gasp of surprise as he pushed his own pants down and off. His cock springing free from its own confines and waved proudly before her.
Holy fuck.
He was big. Huge.
How would he –?
Seeing her eyes widen at his size, he said smugly, “It’ll fit, love. Your perfect pussy was made for me.”
Her sex throbbed, her knees widening of their own accord.
Eris chuckled and lowered his hips to her. His hot, hard length slid between her lips, rubbing her clit and pressing into her. Testing. Teasing. He’d spread her legs wide, pushing her knees back, exposing her completely to him, unable to move as he held her, watching his cock slide between her lips. Slicking up his length with her juices.
Her breath hitched at the pure size of him. Feeling him bare against her sex was more alarming. The way he stretched her with just his tip. “Oh fuck…Eris…I don’t knoooo - fuck!”
Mini explosions of pleasure burst under her skin as Eris slid the tip of his cock in, her already worked pussy taking him with ease. Slowly, he inched in, letting each thrust sit with her, acclimating her to his girth before she’d have to work to take his length.
Lorelei glanced down and balked. There was so much left of him and already she was sweating, panting with the exertion to take him all.
“Hey – my love. Lorelei, look at me –”
She did. Without hesitation she found his gaze. Her head falling to the side and into his outstretched hand that cupped her cheeks. “You’re going to do so good, baby. I know you are. This pussy will take all of me and you’re going to look so fucking good doing it.”
Lorelei moaned. Fuck he had a dirty mouth. “Show me…show me how to take it all.”
Eris’ wild amber eyes sparkled with mischievous glee, “There’s a good girl.” He reached down and circled her clit with his thumb, his length still sitting inside her, stretching her as she squeezed her muscles, each pass of his thumb making her body clench for more.
More movement, more length, more anything.
Then Eris rocked his hips. In. Out. Slow. Steady.
Again.
Rocking. Circling. Pumping. Never deep enough, never fully bringing her what she needed.
Then he thrust and she screamed, taking more of his cock. Filling her so completely she thought she’d burst.
And that still wasn't all of him. There was maybe one more inch and Lorelei was already to a shaking point. Her body trembled with every move he made no matter how big or small.
“So good…so fucking good for me. That’s it baby, you can do it. A little more, okay?”
She nodded, whining as he took her clit between two fingers and squeezed.
“Ah! Eris – fuck do that again.” He did and every muscle inside her seized, clenching around his length. “Do it – need you all –”
Eris took her hips in his angling her to take the last push and –
Goddess above!
Full. That was the only word she could utter. The only thing she could think as Eris shoved so deep inside her all she could think was him.
So full of him.
So blissfully full.
Pleasure rose and coiled around the delicious pain. Eris rubbed her clit as he seated himself fully inside her, curling around her until his forehead leaned against hers.
“Fuck Lorelei…you’re perfect. So perfect and beautiful. Taking all of me.” He pulled his hips out and slammed in. A shocked cry rang out from her, turning into rumbling rolling moans as he thrust over and over into her. Fucking her while he caressed her over-sensitive throbbing nub of nerve endings.
“I’m going to cum inside this pussy and fill you until you’re spilling out around my fat cock, how’s that sound love?” His last thrust stayed buried deep inside her. Her walls pulsing around his length. Her body screamed for him to move.
Lorelei swallowed, trying to find her voice. “Yes,” she rasped. “Yes, please!”
Eris grunted, his hips stuttering inside her, sending an unexpected shockwave through her. “Good girl, now cum on my cock.”
As if her body was just waiting for his command, Lorelei broke, crashing around him so hard and suddenly, she shocked Eris too. His dark amber eyes widening as her body clenched down on his cock, holding him right where she had him and coming with a bellowing moan. She scratched at his skin, bucked her hips, chasing her orgasm with another, and another. Her body took everything she could get and when Eris started moving his hips, thrusting into her with vigor, she was sure she’d pass out.
Eris stilled, his hips stuttering as he spilled into her with a mighty roar. His cum, as promised, leaked out around his cock, dribbling onto the mattress as he fucked into her endlessly. The squelch of their bodies wet and sweat mixed with their moans and whines, filling the room with the lewdest sounds she’d ever heard.
“Fuck – Lorelei. Baby, that was… you are…fuck –” Eris pulled out slowly, his cum trickling out after him.
He collapsed next to her and Lorelei was waiting for the moment he’d tell her to leave. Surely the heir to the Autumn Court wouldn’t want her to hang around after such a filthy display.
But Eris rolled over, wrapped his arm around her torso, and tugged her to him. Her back pressed against his rapidly rising and falling chest. He kissed her bare shoulders, his lips ghosting across her skin.
“Lorelei,” he whispered her name with reverence against her skin. “I have a confession to make.”
Her pulse quickened. “Yes?” she asked, urging him to continue.
He nipped her skin and said, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Since we ran into each other in the Autumn Court.” His fingers danced over her skin, drawing little circles. Making goose pimples form across her skin. “I wondered what you’d feel like. What it would be like to know you. Talk to you. Touch you.” His hand cupped her breast, and stayed there.
Lorelei let loose a breath, remembering to breathe before she confessed, “I’ve been thinking about you too, Eris.” She rolled over until she was facing him. Taking in his flushed cheeks, his mused hair, the sweaty gleam to his freckled skin. “Perhaps we should do something about that?”
Eris chuckled and buried his face under her chin, breathing in their mingled scents. “Perhaps we should, but for now I would just like to hold you.”
With tentative movements, Lorelei wrapped her arms around Eris. The two of them were quiet. Listening to one another breathing.
Then the Valkyrie and the Lord of Autumn fell asleep in each other's arms.
Thank you so much for bringing my Nesta/Azriel brotp headcanon to life!
Enjoy your Eris Vanserra and Lorelei fic! 😘
Lorelei and Eris Vanserra had met before. In a dark corridor of The Forest House. Now they meet again and this time, Eris isn't letting the Valkyrie beauty get away.
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Lorelei
Lorelei never knew what to do with herself at events like this.
Correction. She never knew what to do with herself at events like this when she wasn't tasked with taking out a target or spying for information.
Hells, she had grown up never knowing what to do in social situations. She didn't enjoy the limelight because she didn't know how to hold someone's gaze and have a conversation. Didn't know if her adding to the conversation would matter. If it would add substance. Everyone else seemed to be able to accomplish that, but not her.
But when Lorelei could pretend to be someone else, put on a show. Be a nobody in a sea of somebody's, that's when she excelled.
So that's what she did. Holding her head high, Lorelei strolled into the ballroom, pretending to be an aristocrat who basked in the opulence, and slid into the crowd until she was so deep she couldn't see the door she entered.
Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony was the talk of the town. It was all the valkyries could talk about since they received the open invitation from Nesta. They chatted about what they would wear. Who they might see.
There was a lot of talk particularly about Eris, the heir to the Autumn Court throne. He would be there as an honored guest, and Lorelei wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that.
Lorelei had met Eris once before when she had been a Night Court spy, a position she hadn't held in years.
She had been sent to spy on the Autumn Court just before Amarantha’s reign.
She had almost gotten herself caught one night when she was sneaking around dressed as a housemaid listening for whispers and following hidden shadows. Turning a corner, she smacked right into Eris. She could still remember the way his strong hands grabbed her shoulders. How his amber eyes glowed, even in the darkness. A lucky predator catching an unsuspecting prey. Everywhere his touch was on her burned through her cotton dress, seeping into her skin. Filled her.
He apologized for running into her, then peered down at her, brows drawing in slowly. Suspicion crossed his face. Trying to shake him and appear unsuspecting, she remembered herself and the disguise she wore. Acting as a maid, Lorelei pulled out of his grasp and curtsied low as she mumbled about “Forgiveness your highness!” and “Apologies my lord!” before she scurried away.
She hadn't stopped thinking about him from that moment on. They had caught one another's eye through the next few days of her mission and every time she'd felt that heat pulse through her. And every time, Eris stared back as if he'd uncovered a mystery and was trying to untangle its riddles. She wondered, since then, if she'd ever run into him again.
If she'd see him tonight.
If he'd even remember her.
Peering out over the undulating crowd of people, Lorelei doubted Eris would venture this far away from the main ballroom event. The tucked away stone alcove she'd discovered was a welcomed reprieve. Though people still milled about everywhere, their conversations boisterous and loud, this alcove gave her just enough space to breathe.
Lorelei sat back, the smooth, cool stone against her skin soothed the burn she felt in her core. A neglected need that flared whenever she thought of the Autumn Court male.
A group of women passed, throwing back their heads and laughing with glee. Lorelei watched them walk away, their poofy skirts bouncing and flowing with them. She wondered if she looked half as graceful as them in her own gown. The deep wine red of the silky material hugged her curves and flowed around her legs. With one high slit over her left leg and a plunging neckline, it was certainly the most revealing thing she'd ever worn. Trying it on in her room she felt like a goddess, exuding a sexiness she didn’t know she possessed.
Here she stuck out like a sore thumb. At least, that's how she felt.
Scanning the room, Lorelei searched through the sea of colorful dresses, unsure what she was looking for until –
Lorelei’s heart nearly stopped in her chest.
Across the small alcove room, leaning against an ornately carved archway was Eris Vanserra.
And he was smirking.
At her.
Gathering herself, Lorelei held her posture, stilled her breathing, and kept her eyes on him.
Then she returned the smile.
That’s all it took before Eris was crossing the stone floor and standing before her. Lorelei gazed up at him, waiting for him to speak first. He swirled his glass of wine. Took a sip. Then sat down next to her.
Lorelei stayed still. Not moving an inch, showing Eris she was definitely not nervous. She just hoped he didn’t have a sudden urge to feel her pulse because holy gods was it beating fast.
“You look familiar.”
“Do you say that to every female who crosses your path?” she blurted, not entirely sure why her words dripped with a sensual prowess.
Not missing a beat, Eris leaned over, his breath ghosting her skin and responded, “Only you, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart?
“Presumptuous to assume I'm sweet in any way. For all you know, I could be here to keep an eye on you.”
Eris made a sound deep in his chest. “Hm. Lucky for you, I'd very much like to have your eye on me. Both specifically.” Lorelei felt the back of his fingers graze her thigh, soft and curious. Her eyes fell to his hand that had fallen to rest next to her on the bench, then to his eyes, smoldering with desire.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Lorelei held her breath, hoping to all the gods Eris didn't scent how absolutely turned on she was right now. How with his single touch she felt every nerve ending come to life.
“There is actually. I need a beautiful female to accompany me.”
Lorelei quirked a brow. “Where to?”
Eris smirked, “The dance floor."
Every muscle in her body tensed. Lorelei had taken many dance lessons, needing the ability in case she ever needed to infiltrate a ball or party where dancing was involved.
Because she never knew when a handsome lord could saunter up to her and proclaim he needs a beautiful lady on his arm to whisk across the ballroom floor….
Lorelei was prepared, but prepared to dance with Eris Vanserra?
Eris stood before her, waiting for her to take his hand. Grinning down at her like he knew she would take it, because of course she would.
And she did.
The moment she came to full height, Eris tugged her to his side, gentle enough that it felt warm and chivalrous, but there was a hint of possession. Which was preposterous because Lorlelei belonged to no one.
Her chest squeezed as Eris led her through the halls. His hands, warm with the undercurrent of magic, radiated through her. Settling deep beneath her skin.
She glanced up and nearly stumbled to find Eris already looking down at her. Smiling. His amber eyes twinkled with delight.
Lorelei frowned. “What?” She asked, unsure why she was receiving such scrupulous attention.
The corner of Eris’ mouth twitched. “You're a Valkyrie now?”
“As opposed to…?”
Eris steered her into the grand ballroom where the music was thrumming a fast paced jig, one that made Lorelei's pulse quicken and body ache to move.
“An Autumn Court maid.”
The words stopped Lorelei fully in her tracks. “Excuse me?” Play it off. Play it cool. Maybe he's just…guessing?
Eris tugged her onto the dance floor, winding his arms around her shoulders and spinning her out of his grasp before talking her back in. She was flushed against his chest and with his too warm hands pressing into her back, she had nowhere to go.
His smile was devious. “I think you know exactly what I'm talking about.”
Of course she knew exactly what he was talking about but right now all she could focus on was his muscled body pressed to hers.
He wasn't built like Cassian or Azriel, with their bulging, stacked muscles. Eris was lithe, poised like a lord should be. Shoulders squared, back rim rod straight, chin always held high. He moved with grace and fluidity, his lean muscles bunching just enough that she could feel the strength beneath them. Strength that was hidden beneath a sleek, elegant frame.
Eris’ body did many things to her.
Namely the heat that was currently pooling in her core….
Lorelei forced all her focus away from the way her body wanted to melt against his, and stared up into his amber eyes. “Im afraid I don't know. Perhaps you can clarify? Maybe you saw someone else? I tend to have a recognizable face –”
Eris laughed at that, the rumble starting deep in his chest before he leaned down and whispered in Lorelei’s ear, “My dear, your face is the only one I've been thinking about since I saw you nearly fifty years ago.”
Eris
He had to admit, Azriel trained his spies well. If he were anyone else, he would have believed the Valkyrie.
Now, he peered down at her shocked expression, his chest filling with a golden warmth at the pure shock in her iridescent purple and green eyes.
The first time he saw her, was in the dim hallway of the Autumn Court.
Eris knew many of the staff at the Forest House by name. Took the time to talk to them. If he was going to be seeing them everyday, he might as well get to know them.
But this maid?
This maid he had never seen before.
She had the tall tell signs of an Autumn Court resident with her too-bright red hair. He recognized the use of bramble bush berries she must have used to dye her hair. Clever, but there was no faking the distinct red hair of the Autumn Court.
It wasn't her hair that he remembered distinctly though. No. It was her eyes. A deep purple, almost the color of late Autumn wine, but in the low firelight cast by the fae lights floating in the sconces along the walls, there was a hint of green. They shifted back and forth, iridescent and ever changing between the two colors.
It was the briefest encounter, but Eris couldn't stop thinking about her. Couldn't imagine any other eyes as he closed his own at night. Couldn't imagine any other female while he fisted his cock –
Now, he had her in his arms. Right where he wanted her.
“You – you have?” She was trying to play coy, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about, but he knew she did.
Eris tightened his hold on her. His fingertips pressing into the small of her back. “I have.” He ducked his head, his lips now brushing her bare shoulder, sending a shiver through her body. “I like your natural hair much better. The red dye doesn't suit you.”
Her steps faltered and she reared her head back to peer up at him. A myriad of emotions crossed her face. Shock. Confusion. Then irritation.
“Did you just bring me out to this dance floor to insult me?”
Eris chuckled, “No, my dear, far from it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Then why?”
“I told you,” he answered with a shrug. “I needed a beautiful lady to dance with. Plus –” He brought. Hand up to her cheek, brushing his fingers along her high cheekbones. “I didn't catch your name while you were spying on me.”
Her mouth dropped before she picked it up, quickly.
“I don't know –”
“Yes you do.” He trailed his hand down her neck, across her shoulder. All the way down her arm until he slipped his hand under her arm and cupped her hip. “What is your name? Or do I need to question every Valkyrie and Night Court spy to learn it?”
She scowled at him and if that wrinkled nose and pursed lips didn't do something to him….
It was entirely too adorable.
Finally, she answered, “Lorelei.”
Lorelei.
Something deep in his chest cracked, a golden, beautiful glow that pushed through his hardened heart.
“Lorelei,” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue and loving every syllable and cadence. Her scent blossomed, reaching up and infecting him with its perfection. Soft violet and grounding patchouli.
And something thicker. Headier.
“Tell me, Lorelei, do you want to ditch this soirée and have some real fun?”
Lorelei balked, "I can't just…leave. It's Nesta’s mating ceremony. It's an important evening for her.” Lorelei glances around, looking for her friend.
Eris knows exactly where she is, or at least where Nesta was before coming upon Lorelei tucked into a quiet corner. Getting fucked senseless by her Illyrian mate in an empty room downstairs.
“I'm sure she would forgive you for finding some extracurricular activities to lose yourself in.”
Lorelei glared up at him. He liked her. All her fieriness contained in such a dainty little frame.
“And pray tell what extracurricular activities you are speaking of, Lord Eris.”
Fuuucck the way she said his name….
Eris smirked, “There's a show in the city proper. Hosted by the nymph community. I was hoping to catch part, if not all of it.”
“A show? At this time?”
So sweet. So innocent.
“It's – for the late night crowds. What do you say?”
Lorelei bit her bottom lip and shook her head, “I don't know –”
Eris let the hand resting against her upper back, drift higher until he was cupping the nape of her neck and tilting her head for him.
She inhaled sharply, her scent thickening around them.
Interesting.
Eris kept his hand there, gripping her tighter, “If you don't like it, I will take you home, but I would really appreciate your company, Lorelei.”
Lorelei’s gaze sparkled with apprehension and curiosity, her body nearly melted in his grasp. As if Eris saying her name triggered a full body response in her.
Finally, she answered. Finding a steady foot again, and tilting her chin to him, Lorelei said, “Alright – Lord Eris – I’ll accompany you.”
Lorelei
Lorelei had never, in her life, been to a show as erotic as The Nymph's Soirée.
In a spacious, but cramped back room of a tavern, Lorelei sat between Eris and a heavy, thick red curtain. She couldn't take her eyes off the floor to ceiling draping, some in the heavy crimson fabric like the one that hung next to her. Others were lightweight and billowing. All of them were different shades of reds and pinks. They hung from the ceiling and walls, draped around booths and over doorways. There was not a spot in the room where she could see the floor. Tables and booths filled every bit of floor space, aside from the bar in the back of the room and the small stage set up front. She couldn't imagine what kind of show would be put on with how little space –
Oh.
Oh gods.
Just as Lorelei had turned to ask Eris what kind of performance this was, an ethereal, glittering fire nymph slid onto the stage, strutting across it like she was a cat with her eye on her prey.
Then she began to dance – or rather, shimmy. Her orange and red dress sparkled, the light hitting it just perfect with every sway of her hips.
Then she did something that made Lorelei's face heat and her body tingle.
The nymph ran a hand over her shoulder, hooking her finger under the strap --and let it slide down her arm.
She did it again with the other strap and suddenly she was teasing the crowd. Giving them small hunts of the bare skin beneath her costume.
A chuckle next to her brought her back to reality and Eris hooked a finger under her chin, closing her gaping mouth.
Eris. The scoundrel. He knew exactly what he was getting her into.
“What is she doing?!” Lorelei hissed so only Eris could hear. “Is this consensual?”
Eris only chuckled again, laying a warm hand on her thigh. The touch made her shiver and she maybe scooted in just a tad closer to the High Fae male.
“It is completely consensual. That is Fancy le Fay, a long time revue participant. It's a new type of entertainment. It's called burlesque.”
“Burlesque…” Lorelei let the word sit on her tongue, mulled it over. A type of entertainment where you wear sparkly dresses and dance to erotic music while teasing the audience with flashes of your body underneath?
Interesting.
Eris sat back in the booth, his arm wrapping around Lorelei and pulling her into his side. And she let him.
It had been happening all night. Eris would cautiously touch her in some new way, gauging her response. When she didn't protest (which was never) Eris took it a step further. A held hand became an arm wrapped around her middle. Brushing knees beneath the table turned into snuggling into his side.
As the night went on, Lorelei found she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she wanted Eris to touch her more…and maybe….maybe even kiss her?
Lorelei sat up straighter. Oh gods did she want to kiss Eris?
She peered over at him, watching the way his gaze followed Fancy le Fay around the room as she continued to remove pieces of her clothing. Revealing nothing underneath but a barely there thong and small tassels taped over her nipples.
He startled her as he rose from his seat and clapped, throwing money at the stage and whistling.
A strange warming sensation shot through her and Lorelei suddenly had the urge to put on a show like that for Eris…
Goodness. This night had taken so many unexpected turns, who knew where she'd end up.
But that was the wonder of it. She could decide.
So she did.
She turned to the Autumn Court heir to pull his attention from the show before them, but he was already looking at her. A dazzling sparkle in his eye, momentarily knocking the breath out of her and rendering her incapable of thinking.
Gods he was beautiful. All fine, chiseled lines, long, silky red hair pulled back in half up, half down braided style. His amber eyes were bright like the afternoon sun, even in the darkness of the room.
He raised one brow as he gazed down at her. “You look like you want to say something.”
She nodded and swallowed. She could do this. She wanted to do this.
To take a chance.
To take back a part of her that was lost nearly two decades ago.
“Do you have a room here? In Velaris?”
His gentle smile turned devious, “I do. At the Aurora Inn in the arts district.”
Lorelei's heart was racing and her mouth felt dry. She forgot how to speak. How to make her lips move to form words.
Then Eris’ warm hand, which had been resting on her thigh all evening, slid down. He hooked it beneath her leg as he got to the crook of her knee, gently tugging her towards him.
“Is there something you'd like to ask me, Lorelei?” Eris asked, his voice low and dripping with honey.
Her answer came out raspy, heady with her sudden desire. “I – do you –” she took a deep breath, ducking her chin to hide her embarrassment at stumbling over a few simple words. Words that were simple, but together, meant so much more.
Eris lifted her chin with a finger, and waited. His amber eyes gazing longingly into hers. Encouraging her with his smoldering stare.
It was the push she needed as she boldly asked, “Do you want to head back to your place?”
Eris
What a lucky fae he was.
Having a stunning and ethereal female such as Lorelei, lazily circling his room at the Aurora Inn. Her eyes roved over the expensive artwork, the plush bedding, the carved woodwork of the bed frame. The smell of the incense he had lit earlier clung to the air in the room, adding to the heady atmosphere.
When her eyes landed on him, the iridescent glow of them glittering in the dim light from the fae lights, his heart stopped.
The air in the room grew heavier somehow. An electric spark between them simmered, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Desire pooled in his belly, hot and hungry to taste her. To smell her. To hold her.
Did she feel it too? Was she aware of this spark between them?
Eris shrugged off his jacket, toed off his shoes, and nodded to her. A silent command to follow.
Lorelei's blush deepened before she too stepped out of her heels and dropped her thin shawl to the ground.
Waiting.
Watching.
Eris’ feet were carrying him across the room before he could do anything to stop them. And then he was there. Holding Lorelei’s face in his hands. Reveling in the soft surprised sound she made as he pressed his body to hers.
Her arousal swept over him, pushing him to the edge of no return – and kissed her.
Pressing his lips gently to hers, Eris tasted every inch of her pink mouth. Drinking in the honeyed floral scent.
Lorelei melted in his hold, her hands clutching to his sides, urging him to move. To take.
But this? Kissing her? It was addicting. He didn't want to stop. Never wanted to know life again without her perfect mouth on his.
Eris’ hands traveled down the sides of her face, caressing her neck and shoulders as he reached behind her and cupped her ass through the dress. She moaned as he pressed her hips to his, showing her exactly how hard she made him.
Her arms wound around his neck as he started hiking up her skirt until all the silky fabric was gone and the only thing he felt was her milky, soft skin.
Fuuuck. She was perfect.
Fingers digging into her thighs, he hooked them underneath her legs and hauled her into his arms. Her legs automatically wrap around his waist. Clinging to him. Their mouths never leave. Dancing in a salacious, wet tangle. As Eris carried her to the bed and set her down, his own body forced her legs to stay open. Revealing herself to him.
Only then did he pull away from the sweet taste of her and gazed upon her.
Bright white hair sprawling around her head like a halo, long wispy tendrils fanning out over the dark blankets she laid upon. Her chest rising and falling, her lips red and plump from the kiss. And the rest of her…legs and arms laid limp, her back arching, her hips pressing into the mattress. Squirming under his gaze.
“You are a fucking beautiful sight to behold, Lorelei,” Eris remarked, his voice much deeper and husky. Effected by the goddess laying before him. He leaned down, placing a kiss to the inside of both of her thighs. Her arousal was thick.Eris had to do all he could not to sink into her right there and then.
“Eris,” she gasped, her body wiggling under his grasp as she said his name. Pleading.
“Yes, love?” He stuck out his tongue and licked one long stripe up one of her thighs.
She whined, “Oh – yes. Right there.”
He did it again and again, each time coming closer to the apex of her thighs. Each stroke made her whine louder. Squirm more fervently.
“If your skin is this delicious –” Eris pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh and sucked, bruising her skin with his mark. Lorelei moaned, the sound rolling and crescendoing as his lips popped off and he continued, “-- I wonder what that pretty little cunt tastes like.”
Lorelei’s gaze darkened as Eris settled between her legs, skimming his knuckles up and down the cloth mount where a wet spot was already forming.
She lifted herself onto her elbows, staring down at him.
“I want to watch,” she said, and fuck if that didn't make his cock kick in his pants.
“Do you now? You want to watch as I kiss your swollen lips…fuck you with my tongue?”
Lorelei bit her bottom lip and nodded eagerly. Eris smiled against her warmth and tore her panties away with one swift swipe. Or rather, let them burn into ash with the small flame he produced. Lorelei shot him a look of shock.
“My underwear!”
“I’ll buy you more.”
She smiled, her lips curling gently with mischief. “You will, will you?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, lowering his head to her glistening sex. Blowing cool air across her.
She whimpered, “Tomorrow.”
Eris raised a brow, “Interesting…it seems the more clothing I take off of you, the bossier you become. Alright. Tomorrow I'll take you to Madame Delphine's.”
Lorelei gasped, “Madame Delphine's? No I couldn't accept – ah!”
Eris nipped at her thigh, “You asked for more underwear, and that's what I'm going to do.” Sure Madame Delphine's was the most prestigious maker of fine lingerie, she also had a private back room where Eris could watch Lorelei try on everything her heart desired. “A goddess like you deserves the finest.”
With adept fingers, Eris ran his hand through her coarse hair, parting her lips as he thumbed her opening and flicked her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Lorelei cried out, falling against the pillows.
“Oh no no, that won't do baby girl, you wanted to watch. Now sit up and watch as I devour you.”
On shaky hands, Lorelei rose up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild and swimming with desire.
Eris smirked. “Good girl,” he praised her.
The first stroke of his tongue along her folds was like tasting heaven. Sweet and warm, with a musky tang that lingered on his tongue. Another long, slow lick and Lorelei was nearly coming undone.
“Not yet, love. I'm going to spend tonight pulling every orgasm from your body.”
Lorelei trembled as Eris ducked down, sucking her into his mouth, pulling out a low moan. The sound shooting straight to his throbbing cock. “Yeah baby, make all the noise you want. Be loud for me.”
He tongued her clit, flicking her with a steady rhythm that had her panting and keening like a wild animal. She bucked her hips, pleaded and cried and when her first orgasm barreled through her, he could feel her muscles tensing, seeking more.
And by the gods did he have more to give.
Lorelei
Oh gods…oh gods!
Eris was – adept.
He learned every little thing that made her quake with excitement and beg for more. Now, as he continued to lap at her sex, she wondered how many orgasms he could pull from her? How many times could she release this built up tension?
Because fuck another one was coming. Fast and strong and –
“OH FUCK!”
Stars burst in her vision, her second orgasm only fueling her core with more fire. More need.
Eris knew it too, knew how undone she was becoming.
He never stopped. His tongue never ceasing, feeding her more and more pleasure and just when she felt the build up in her spine, a new sensation joined. A pressure between her lips that teased and explored, spreading her slick around.
Then Eris pressed one…two fingers in, sinking into her pulsing, needy core.
Lorelei moaned, her fingers fisting his hair without even thinking. Her hips moved of their own accord, rolling her pussy against his face. And Eris took it. His fingers sliding in and out of her, his tongue swirling her clit. His other hand flat on her thigh, holding her leg open as he hummed and groaned.
Eating her like she was the last meal he'd ever have.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Eris’ fingers pumping in time with his tongue, drawing out an orgasm that came out of nowhere. Heat burst through her, her muscles tensing and jaw dropping as the soul crushing explosion had her bowing off the mattress.
Eris hummed, the vibration a shock against her sensitive clit. “What a good girl. Coming three times on my tongue.”
All she could manage was a garbled moaning whine as Eris’ tongue kept going.
She’d lost count at exactly how many times he’d made her come with his tongue and fingers alone. Tasting every drop that trickled from her soaked pussy.
Bliss. Surely this is what pure bliss was. The way her body felt so light, yet with every tongue stroke a heavy, thick desire coated her insides. Filling her in a way she’d never been before.
She was ready. She was ready to have him inside her, filling her with ropes of cum. Needing him to fuck her or she’d absolutely lose her fucking mind.
“Eris –,” she panted through the new currants of desire building inside her. “Eris please –”
She heard the Lord growl between her legs, his fingers sliding deeper inside her. “Yes, Lorelei. Tell me what you need.”
“You – I need you,” she keened, raising up to pull his head up and find his lips that were now glistening with her slick. Her heady scent filled the air between them as she leaned down and kissed him. Licking her lips along his to taste herself. His fingers hadn’t stopped between her legs, relentlessly stroking that spot deep inside her. Bringing her over the brink once more as he kissed her deeply.
Lorelei moaned into his mouth, shuddering as her orgasm moved through her, warmth spreading across her skin. She whined as he removed his fingers and pushed her back into the pillows, their lips still locked.
His hands caressed her skin, tugging one strap down and not stopping until her breasts were exposed to him. One. Then the other. Spilling from the confinements of the dress and into his waiting hands.
Eris kneaded and tweaked them, massaging them in time with his hungry kisses. Kisses that began to travel and wander down. Down. Down…taking one nipple between his lips, his other hand groping her. His mouth suckling her breast and oh gods –
He was devouring her.
Taking in every inch of her he could get his hands on. Tasting. Learning. Worshipping.
Without warning, Eris ripped her dress down, pushing it over her hips and throwing it behind him. She couldn’t stop the excited giggle and gasp of surprise as he pushed his own pants down and off. His cock springing free from its own confines and waved proudly before her.
Holy fuck.
He was big. Huge.
How would he –?
Seeing her eyes widen at his size, he said smugly, “It’ll fit, love. Your perfect pussy was made for me.”
Her sex throbbed, her knees widening of their own accord.
Eris chuckled and lowered his hips to her. His hot, hard length slid between her lips, rubbing her clit and pressing into her. Testing. Teasing. He’d spread her legs wide, pushing her knees back, exposing her completely to him, unable to move as he held her, watching his cock slide between her lips. Slicking up his length with her juices.
Her breath hitched at the pure size of him. Feeling him bare against her sex was more alarming. The way he stretched her with just his tip. “Oh fuck…Eris…I don’t knoooo - fuck!”
Mini explosions of pleasure burst under her skin as Eris slid the tip of his cock in, her already worked pussy taking him with ease. Slowly, he inched in, letting each thrust sit with her, acclimating her to his girth before she’d have to work to take his length.
Lorelei glanced down and balked. There was so much left of him and already she was sweating, panting with the exertion to take him all.
“Hey – my love. Lorelei, look at me –”
She did. Without hesitation she found his gaze. Her head falling to the side and into his outstretched hand that cupped her cheeks. “You’re going to do so good, baby. I know you are. This pussy will take all of me and you’re going to look so fucking good doing it.”
Lorelei moaned. Fuck he had a dirty mouth. “Show me…show me how to take it all.”
Eris’ wild amber eyes sparkled with mischievous glee, “There’s a good girl.” He reached down and circled her clit with his thumb, his length still sitting inside her, stretching her as she squeezed her muscles, each pass of his thumb making her body clench for more.
More movement, more length, more anything.
Then Eris rocked his hips. In. Out. Slow. Steady.
Again.
Rocking. Circling. Pumping. Never deep enough, never fully bringing her what she needed.
Then he thrust and she screamed, taking more of his cock. Filling her so completely she thought she’d burst.
And that still wasn't all of him. There was maybe one more inch and Lorelei was already to a shaking point. Her body trembled with every move he made no matter how big or small.
“So good…so fucking good for me. That’s it baby, you can do it. A little more, okay?”
She nodded, whining as he took her clit between two fingers and squeezed.
“Ah! Eris – fuck do that again.” He did and every muscle inside her seized, clenching around his length. “Do it – need you all –”
Eris took her hips in his angling her to take the last push and –
Goddess above!
Full. That was the only word she could utter. The only thing she could think as Eris shoved so deep inside her all she could think was him.
So full of him.
So blissfully full.
Pleasure rose and coiled around the delicious pain. Eris rubbed her clit as he seated himself fully inside her, curling around her until his forehead leaned against hers.
“Fuck Lorelei…you’re perfect. So perfect and beautiful. Taking all of me.” He pulled his hips out and slammed in. A shocked cry rang out from her, turning into rumbling rolling moans as he thrust over and over into her. Fucking her while he caressed her over-sensitive throbbing nub of nerve endings.
“I’m going to cum inside this pussy and fill you until you’re spilling out around my fat cock, how’s that sound love?” His last thrust stayed buried deep inside her. Her walls pulsing around his length. Her body screamed for him to move.
Lorelei swallowed, trying to find her voice. “Yes,” she rasped. “Yes, please!”
Eris grunted, his hips stuttering inside her, sending an unexpected shockwave through her. “Good girl, now cum on my cock.”
As if her body was just waiting for his command, Lorelei broke, crashing around him so hard and suddenly, she shocked Eris too. His dark amber eyes widening as her body clenched down on his cock, holding him right where she had him and coming with a bellowing moan. She scratched at his skin, bucked her hips, chasing her orgasm with another, and another. Her body took everything she could get and when Eris started moving his hips, thrusting into her with vigor, she was sure she’d pass out.
Eris stilled, his hips stuttering as he spilled into her with a mighty roar. His cum, as promised, leaked out around his cock, dribbling onto the mattress as he fucked into her endlessly. The squelch of their bodies wet and sweat mixed with their moans and whines, filling the room with the lewdest sounds she’d ever heard.
“Fuck – Lorelei. Baby, that was… you are…fuck –” Eris pulled out slowly, his cum trickling out after him.
He collapsed next to her and Lorelei was waiting for the moment he’d tell her to leave. Surely the heir to the Autumn Court wouldn’t want her to hang around after such a filthy display.
But Eris rolled over, wrapped his arm around her torso, and tugged her to him. Her back pressed against his rapidly rising and falling chest. He kissed her bare shoulders, his lips ghosting across her skin.
“Lorelei,” he whispered her name with reverence against her skin. “I have a confession to make.”
Her pulse quickened. “Yes?” she asked, urging him to continue.
He nipped her skin and said, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Since we ran into each other in the Autumn Court.” His fingers danced over her skin, drawing little circles. Making goose pimples form across her skin. “I wondered what you’d feel like. What it would be like to know you. Talk to you. Touch you.” His hand cupped her breast, and stayed there.
Lorelei let loose a breath, remembering to breathe before she confessed, “I’ve been thinking about you too, Eris.” She rolled over until she was facing him. Taking in his flushed cheeks, his mused hair, the sweaty gleam to his freckled skin. “Perhaps we should do something about that?”
Eris chuckled and buried his face under her chin, breathing in their mingled scents. “Perhaps we should, but for now I would just like to hold you.”
With tentative movements, Lorelei wrapped her arms around Eris. The two of them were quiet. Listening to one another breathing.
Then the Valkyrie and the Lord of Autumn fell asleep in each other's arms.
A whimsical play on Elain’s interests to provoke what’s to come from the Seer.
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I’m excited to learn more about what motivates Elain.
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In my head canon, I imagine Elain as a sugar plum fairy temptress, not an evil way, but perhaps a female who comes into her own power.
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When I was visualizing this art, I wanted to capture her love for simple things like baking and gardening in a light-hearted way, while showing the internal side of Elain that she may keep buried deep now.
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Her eye contact represents her empowerment and command of her life. I think Elain’s eventual book is going to be a coming-of-age story.
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Hope you like it! The NSFW version can be found on my AO3.
Azriel and Nesta are my favorite ACOTAR brotp and once upon a time I did a headcanon for Azriel Week that spoke about how Azriel and the Valkyries were close, always hanging out together after trainings, getting to know one another (some more intimately than others *looking at you Gwyn!* 😉)
But Azriel and Nesta really clicked. There was an unspoken understanding between them.
So, for funnsies, let's just say Bryce drops off some phones for everyone when she also handed over the sword and dagger. Suddenly, technology and social media take off in Prythian.
Nesta and Azriel start an Instagram account that coaches the fae on proper workout regimens.
On Saturday, they post “Saturday Selfies”.
Gwyn and Cassian also have an account together, featuring the two of them and all the ways they like to pull pranks on their mates.
This artwork by the incredibly sweet and super talented @positivewitch shows Az and Nesta taking their Saturday Selfie with Gwyn and Cassian poking fun at their pose in the background.
Here’s a little fun head canon - Gwyn at the House of Wind reading smut 😏
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I loved how Gwyn would ask questions to Nesta and Emerie about their books in ACOSF. Sexual exploration can be so healing for sexual trauma.
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I couldn’t decide if I liked this scene during the day or at night, so I drew both. Looks like she found a juicy story! PS did you find a little hidden surprise?
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