synopsis: you and your mates are on a mission in the autumn court, camping out on the battlegrounds. unfortunately, horniness calls, and you need your mates who warn you not to test their patience…
a/n: okay so when i mention ‘the tent’ in this smut, i mean like the one in harry potter and the goblet of fire (fuck j.k. rowling though) where the tent is magical and looks ordinary on the outside but is HUGE on the inside and looks like a little house with big beds and tables and such <3 also, first time writing a threesome! lmk what you think!
tags: @high-lady-of-autum @pageezy45
You lay in the generous king-size bed in the tent you shared with your mates on the Autumn Court grounds.
You and Azriel were already snuggled up in bed, waiting for Rhysand to join you once he was done with his ‘High Lords Only’ meeting in Kallias’ tent.
Azriel lay behind you, spooning you into his body like the perfect cocoon. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he gave you gentle kisses and whispered ‘I love you’s’ in your ear.
One of his arms was extended for you to use his bicep as a pillow, despite the luxurious, plush pillows you had on the bed. His other arm was wrapped around your waist, squeezing you with reassurance now and again. Your legs were a tangle of long vines.
The breeze of the Autumn Court drifted through the tent, and you felt an overwhelming amount of love and gratitude for your life; that you had found not one but two mates who would give anything to keep you safe and smiling.
You started shifting in your mate's grasp, wanting to snuggle even closer into his body, even though you were already pressed against each other in your undergarments. It wasn’t enough. You needed his body to absorb yours, and then you’d finally be close enough.
“Stop wiggling,” Azriel mumbled groggily in your ear, sleep clearly creeping up on him.
“Sorry, I just wanna snuggle all close.”
“Your hips.”
“What?”
“Stop moving your hips.”
You realized you’d been wiggling your hips back and forth against his crotch in an effort to scoot into him more, and now, when you pressed back against him, you could feel the consequences of what you’d done.
It only made you want him more.
Azriel immediately noticed the shift in your scent and picked up on the arousal in your panties.
“Now look at what you’ve done,” he sighed.
“It’s not my fault!”
“It’s quite literally your fault.”
“Whatever…I want you,” you pouted.
“No. Not during missions. You know the rules.” He wouldn’t even open his eyes to look at you when you craned your head back to meet his gaze.
You started moving your hips in slow circles again.
“Pleaaaase, Az, I need you. Don’t you wanna feel me?” You reached an arm back and snaked it around his head, running your fingers through his black hair, then tugging it gently.
Azriel’s hips bucked forward slightly in response, and you suppressed a smile. He finally opened his hazel eyes to look at you.
“Of course I do. I always do. It’s just that now is not the time. There are fae I don’t fully trust surrounding us, and I have what you call my ‘Scary Spymaster’ reputation to uphold.”
“Oh, c’mon, Az, I’m sure the other High Lords and their emissaries will understand that everyone, even the Spymaster of the Night Court, needs to get laid.”
You heard him smile in your ear, then his demeanour hardened again.
“Sweetheart, I love you, but if you don’t stop moving your hips, I’m gonna have to ask you as the Spymaster, not as your mate.”
Joke's on him, that little ‘threat’ only made your panties soaked, and his throaty groan meant he knew it.
“Azriel,” you whined, not giving up on your desperate horniness, “please just fuck me.”
But he didn’t respond. You noticed his breathing still, so you stilled yours as well, and finally stopped moving your hips.
Darkness slid over the tent. You propped yourself up on one elbow and scanned the room as Azriel lightly chuckled.
“Maybe you’ll listen to him then.”
Rhysand stepped out of the shadows, looking directly at you with darkened, purple eyes.
“Do you know that I can smell how wet you are from Kallias’ tent?”
Your cheeks heated in slight embarrassment.
“Sorry, Rhys,” you knew how much he hated it when you teased him during meetings. At least this time it wasn’t your fault, right? It was unintentional. Maybe he’d understand that.
“And you,” he shifted his gaze to Az, who raised a furrowed brow, “you couldn’t keep it in your pants?”
Azriel huffed out a laugh and relaxed his face, leaning into the pillow.
“I told her, brother. I told her to stop grinding her ass into me, and our mate didn’t seem to want to listen.”
You were slightly intimidated, but also somehow getting more turned on. As much as you didn’t want your mates to be genuinely angry with you, you did want them to punish you in ways you’d all enjoy.
You tucked your elbow down to your side and leaned back into the nook between Azriel’s neck and shoulder, pulling the blanket up higher to your chin.
He turned his head to kiss your temple, as if sensing you needed to know they weren’t genuinely angry with you.
Rhysand began stalking towards the bed.
“Don’t cower now, darling, you weren’t afraid to disobey Azriel’s orders a moment ago.”
You gathered your confidence.
“I don’t have to take orders from him or you just because you’re my mates.”
“Of course not, darling, your mates can never tell you what to do,” he lowered his voice an octave, “but your High Lord sure can.”
You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. Az moved his hand from your waist up to your stomach and stopped just beneath your breasts, which were covered by nothing but your thin, white tank top.
Once again, your hips began moving, but this time it was on instinct. You always shifted your hips around when your mates were getting you all hot and bothered.
Rhysand’s eyes went right down to the moving blanket.
“Cauldron. You won’t listen to your mate or your High Lord when they tell you to stop teasing? Darling, you know we can’t have that. If you can't keep still…we’ll have to make you.”
With that, he reached the foot of the bed and earned a yelp from you when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him.
Everything happened so quickly with his fae abilities: the blanket was gone, your undergarments were gone, and you were flipped onto your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, looking at Azriel, who began shifting to the middle of the mattress, still lying on his back.
Your High Lord spoke from behind you:
“I know how much you love to fuck yourself on my dick,” it was true. Whenever your mates took you in doggy style, you loved moving your hips back to meet theirs, which is definitely why Rhys is punishing you like this, by not letting you move your hips like you so clearly loved to.
You heard him unbuttoning his pants behind you and rested your chin all the way down on the mattress.
“Look at you, so excited for your punishment. You’ve really turned into a proper whore haven’t you?”
You looked into Azriel’s eyes as you made an ‘mhm’ sound at Rhysand.
Azriel met your stare with intensity, then started inching towards you until your face was positioned over his dick. Then, his shadows swooshed around his underwear and took them off in a second.
He cupped your face in his rough hands and tilted your chin up at him. You felt Rhysand put his big hands on your hips, the tip of his dick sliding against your pussy.
Azriel said, “You’re gonna take everything we give you, and you’d better not move a fucking muscle.”
Rhysand slid into you, and you gasped for breath as he started fucking you at a steady pace, gripping your hips roughly to make sure you wouldn’t move them back onto him.
You weren’t fucking each other tonight. He was fucking you.
Azriel still held your face in his hands. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” he said lovingly, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted dick so bad, and now you’re getting it, so I don’t know why you’re not saying ‘thank you’ to your High Lord.”
“Th-thank you, High L-Lord,” you panted out.
Rhysand slapped your ass, and as you opened your mouth to squeal, Azriel moved your face down to his lengthy dick and stuck it inside your gaping mouth.
You moaned around his dick as you sucked it, trying to look up at Azriel as he leaned back on both hands and let your mouth work on him.
“Good girl,” he rasped.
You felt overwhelmed with arousal and excitement. You knew your mates would never hurt you or make you uncomfortable, so it made you feel safe enough to indulge in things like this with them.
You moaned again as you felt your pussy getting wetter at the realization you were taking both of your mates’ dicks at once.
Rhysand slapped your ass again.
“You’re squeezing my dick so good, darling, keep staying still for me.”
You slid your mouth off Azriel’s dick to jerk him off, but Rhysand leaned forward and grabbed your wrists, crossing them behind your back and using them as leverage to rail himself into you even harder.
“Fuck Rhys, fuck!”
“Take it, you slut, fucking take it.”
Your eyes rolled in pleasure, and Azriel grabbed your face again.
“I didn’t say you could stop.” He moved your mouth back onto him, and you sucked him as hard and as fast as Rhysand was fucking you.
You saw Rhysand’s wing twitch in your peripheral vision, meaning he was close.
You wanted so desperately to push your hips back onto him, but you knew if you did, he wouldn’t let you cum for days, so you took what he gave you and kept lapping at Azriel’s dick, enjoying that you could at least move your head up and down on him.
Azriel leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes.
“What do you think, brother? Does she deserve our cum in her?”
Rhysand’s pace didn’t falter as he kept snapping his hips into you.
“She deserves to be filled up like the slut she is,” Rhys growled and slapped your ass again, making you moan.
Your moan sent Azriel over the edge, and he gripped your hair tightly as he spilled into your mouth, your tongue licking at every warm drop and swallowing it.
You came undone next, in unison with Rhysand, as you both moaned and rolled your eyes through your orgasm.
Rhys groaned as he filled you, leaning forward to brace his hands beside yours. His body swallowed you whole with love and lust.
The three of you caught your breath for a moment, then Azriel was pulling you off Rhysand’s dick towards him.
You slid right out from underneath Rhys; Azriel turned you around so you were on your back looking at Rhys, who still had his hands braced on the bed, and was looking at you like he wasn’t done with you.
It seemed like Azriel wasn’t done either.
He sat up against the headboard and pulled you between his legs and into his chest.
You sighed at the warm feeling of his body and leaned your head back on his broad chest.
He kissed the top of your head, then placed his long legs around yours and pried them apart. Rhysand’s cum was dripping out of you, and your pussy was sticky with it.
Rhysand growled deep and low. His purple eyes turned a navy violet. He brought his knees up to the bed and crawled towards you.
The entire world and the rest of the fae on the battlegrounds seemed to disappear. It didn’t even feel like you were in a tent anymore.
It felt like you were in some third space; in some secret pocket of the world where only you and your mates existed when you were intimate like this.
Azriel spoke and pulled you away from your thoughts.
“Sometimes I pray that you never learn to listen to instructions,” he said quietly.
You huffed out a laugh as Azriel brought hands to your breasts, squeezing and massaging them.
Rhysand still hadn’t said anything since he came. It was like he was in a trance, watching you restrained between Azriel’s legs with your pussy on display and leaking with the proof of his need for you.
He lowered himself between your thighs and placed his broad hands on them as he buried his gorgeous face into your pussy.
You moaned loud and raw, and your hands flew to his hair. Before you could grab it, Azriel’s shadows bound your wrists together.
You whimpered, and Azriel chuckled.
“Did you forget you weren’t allowed to move?” He taunted.
It was practically torture. Having Rhysand lick and suck and spit at your cunt and not being able to buck and circle your hips, not being able to grab and pull at his hair.
It was also practically torture having Azriel palm and pull at your breasts, and not being able to let your hands fly back into his hair, too.
He dipped his head and planted open-mouthed kisses and bites on your neck and behind your ear.
All you could do was moan and groan and whine and whimper repeatedly as your mates worked on you like this.
You could cum just looking at Rhysand like this. The High Lord of the Night Court, the most powerful High Lord in history, was enamoured with your pussy.
He was your mate, and the simplest things had him literally crawling towards you, sucking on you like it was his only mission in life.
You watched his back muscles and wings as they moved and twitched with the movements of his head in your heat and his arms running up and down your thighs.
He moaned against your pussy, and you moaned in response, remembering he was also tasting his own cum spilling out of you.
“Please,” you whimpered, “please, Rhys. I wanna cum.”
He ignored your request entirely and kept working on your pussy. You needed more.
“Please,” you tried again, “please put your tongue in me, Rhys.”
But it was Azriel who answered with a simple, “No.”
Azriel moved his hands to your hips and lifted you like you were just another pillow on the bed.
Rhysand shot him a glare, like he was angry at him for taking your sweet cunt away from his lips.
Azriel held you up as he leaned his hips forward ever so slightly and lowered you right onto his long, hard dick.
Both you and Azriel let out a throaty moan the entire way down.
Now you were back in the same position as you were seconds before, this time with Azriel filling you.
He returned his hands to your breasts, which left you confused: if you weren’t allowed to move your hips up and down on him, and he wasn’t going to pull your hips up and down on him, then how was he going to fuck you?
You got your answer when Rhysand nuzzled his face back into your cunt, and hooked his hands beneath your thighs. He started lifting you up and down on Azriel’s dick, his mouth latched firmly onto your clit.
Azriel moved one hand around your throat and pulled your head back to look at him.
“Are you enjoying this, sweet girl?”
You were so far gone in your pleasure that you struggled to answer coherently.
“Y-yes, Az.”
“What’s that baby? I can’t understand you when you mumble like that. Speak up.” He asserted.
You took a shaky breath and pushed out more coherent words.
“Yes, Az, I love it.”
“You love what?”
“I love being punished by my mates.”
He pulled your head up even further and leaned down to place sloppy kisses on your lips.
“Yes, you do, you little slut. What do you say to your High Lord for treating you so nicely?”
You moved your eyes towards Rhys who was so pussy-drunk you didn’t even know if he could hear you.
His eyes were glossy, and his tongue was licking desperate circles around your clit as his toned arms never slowed their pace while he fucked you on Azriel’s dick.
“Th-thank you, High Lord.”
Azriel squeezed your throat tighter.
“Thank you for what?”
“F-fuck, thank you for t-treating me s-so nice, High Lord.”
It turns out Rhysand could, in fact, still hear you. He moved his tongue off your pussy and brought his face to yours.
“You needed it, darling. You needed to be treated like the desperate whore you are, so you’ll finally fucking sit still in here and let your High Lord do what needs to be done out there.”
He grabbed your face out of Azriel’s grasp and pulled you towards him.
He sat back on his knees, and you were now leaning forwards on yours, sliding slightly off of Azriel’s dick, but he gripped your hips to keep you from moving completely off him.
You could smell and see the wetness from your cunt all over Rhysand’s mouth and chin.
“Are you ready to cum again?” Rhysand asked.
“Yes.”
He slapped you lightly on the cheek.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, High Lord, I’m ready to cum again.”
“Good slut,” he finished before smashing his mouth onto yours and shoving his tongue so far in your mouth it was nearly touching the back of your throat.
You tasted yourself and him on his tongue and in his mouth as Azriel started roughly pulling your hips up and down on his dick.
You yelped out a moan, and Rhysand took your gaping mouth as an opportunity to spit inside it. You swallowed his spit and stuck your tongue out in invitation for more.
“Cauldron, you’re fucking insatiable,” he said as he held your face tightly between his hands and spit in your mouth two more times before moving his thumbs under your jaw to shut your mouth and make you swallow once more.
Azriel was gripping and slapping your ass as he bounced it up and down on him. He groaned at the sound of your wet pussy sliding up and down on him, and the clapping noise it made whenever your ass met his hips.
“Please, can I please cum?” You asked none of your mates in particular.
Azriel responded first.
“Cum on my dick like the slut you are, baby. I’m gonna get you all nice and full of my cum.”
He snapped your hips down onto him with unapologetic roughness a few more times before you felt him spill inside you with a loud groan.
You met his orgasm with your own and shuddered on his dick as Rhysand held eye contact with you through your orgasm.
Your body felt limp and drained. Azriel slid himself out of you, and you immediately felt his cum slide down your thighs.
You let yourself fall forward against Rhys, who scooped you up bridal style.
He moved towards the headboard beside Azriel, and they both leaned against it while you were still in Rhysand’s arms, cradled against his chest and stretching your long legs across Rhys and onto Azriel’s lap. He lovingly ran his hand up and down them.
“Shhh,” Rhysand whispered as he kissed your forehead. Azriel kissed your ankles.
“Are you okay?” Azriel asked.
You smiled and nodded sleepily.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you told me to stop moving Az.”
Rhysand’s chest moved with quiet laughter, and your upper body moved with it.
“No, you’re not, darling,” he said softly and squeezed you a little tighter in his arms.
It was your turn to laugh now, and you said, “No, no, I’m not.”
Azriel started giggling too, and you fought the urge to kick your feet and squeal in excitement at how much you loved these males.
“I love you both. More than anything.”
“We love you too, sweet girl,” Azriel said.
“We really do, darling,” Rhysand added and kissed your forehead again.
After a few moments of silence, you felt yourself falling asleep on your High Lord's chest.
You were half-asleep when Rhysand scooped you up gently and placed you in Azriel’s lap. He kissed your cheek and whispered something about having to return to his meeting.
Azriel held you close in his arms and gently rocked you back and forth.
“No shenanigans when we go to sleep this time, understand?”
You nodded your head.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, Az, no shenanigans, I promise.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, and kissed your nose.
You were too fucked-out to even think about going another round. So you absorbed Azriel’s warmth and kept your eyes shut, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
You woke up to a bright, warm, quiet tent. The first thing you noticed was that you weren’t in Azriel’s arms anymore.
You rolled over, hoping to find him sleeping peacefully beside you, but you were equally pleased to be met with Rhysand instead.
You admired how beautiful he looked while resting. It made him look soft and boyish.
His lips parted slightly.
“You’re staring,” he said groggily, without opening his eyes.
“I’m gazing,” you countered.
“It’s creepy.”
“It’s romantic.”
He smiled and opened his eyes, which were a completely different shade of purple than they were last night.
“Where’s Az?” You questioned.
Rhys stretched an arm out, inviting you into his chest. You happily accepted and scooted into him, draping an arm and a leg over his body.
“I sent him out to do some Spymaster work.”
You made a ‘hmph’ sound and pouted. Maybe it was greedy, but you wanted to fall asleep and wake up with both mates each day and night, and with all the wars on the brink of Prythian, things were getting messy and disorganized.
Rhysand sensed your discomfort and moved the free hand that was behind his head, wrapping it around you instead and pulling you right atop him.
“Darling, it’s okay. It’ll all be over soon, and we’ll go back to Velaris and never leave.”
You really hoped that was true.
You lifted your head and looked at him.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” he placed a long, slow kiss on your lips that conveyed everything words couldn’t.
“You want to sleep in a bit more before Az gets back?” He asked.
You nodded eagerly and rolled off his chest and onto your side. A silent invitation for him to spoon you.
He happily accepted the invitation and nuzzled his frontside against your backside.
You sighed in contentness and Rhysand did the same, his warm breath sending shivers down your body, and right to your pussy.
Not again, you thought. You couldn’t help it. Literally everything Rhys did turned you on.
You decided to be bold and moved your hips around slowly.
“More already?” Rhysand asked.
You nodded shyly.
“Alright, darling, but you know…I’m exhausted from all the hard work I put into making you cum last night.”
You waited to see where he was going with this.
He rolled you both over, and you sat up, now in the reverse cowgirl position.
You wanted to turn around, but he held your hips in place and started rocking them back and forth. His already hard dick pressing against your clit perfectly.
Then he put his hands behind his head, watching your plump ass rub and roll against him.
You kept moving, and then you realized what he wanted this time.
You craned your head back to look at him. A cheeky smirk was already planted on his face.
“You want me to do all the work this time, don’t you?”
He nodded; the same smug expression on his face.
“This time, I’ll be the one staying still.”
You matched his smirk with one of your own and started rolling your hips again.
This incredibly beautiful art was created by an amazing and talented artist @iinnevvitable(in). She took my feverish musings, headcanons, and inspiration scene and turned it into this ethereal masterpiece. To me Elriel = Anidala in another universe, but with a happier ending 😉
And Happy 10th Anniversary to Elucien!! Let’s bring it home in the next ACOTAR book! 🥳
“Elain definitely has her own journey to go on as well. I think she's the character that I didn't really see coming—and that Lucien won't see coming, either. Her gentle strength, her hope, her joy.... What happened to her in Hybern will have major consequences (for Elain and everyone around her), and she has a long path ahead, but it's one I'm really excited about.”— Sarah J. Maas
These three female characters means so much to me.
Their friendship, their strength, and the way they found one another after everything they had endured have meant so much to me since I first read their story.
I can only hope that there is still so much more waiting for Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie, and that their stories will continue to have a powerful place in the world of ACOTAR.
Because their stories are worth telling.
A huge thank you to @yakhovsky (Instagram) for bringing my renaissance vision to life so beautifully and for all the work and talent that went into creating this piece.
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