Scorched Shadows: Part 15
Eris x Azriel's Sister OC
Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.
CW: Oral(f receiving), fingering, intercourse, wingplay, mentions of child abuse
Year: 39
Year Under the Mountain: 35
Year: 39
Year Under The Mountain: 35
Estella and Eris spent the next seven days together, practically inseparable from each other. They spent their days in either Estella or Eris's bedroom, and yet he hadn't tried to touch her. She was grateful for that, and she knew he would wait until she gave him approval.
They spent their time talking with one another about the last five years of their lives, while sharing bottles of wine. They caught each other up, and mainly spoke about how much they had missed one another. Eris spent quite a while apologizing, and Estella decided she quite liked it when he groveled.
"I was lonely without you, 'Stel," Eris admitted to her.
They were lying side by side on his bed, their thighs and shoulders barely touching. Estella sighed, resting her scarred hand on his. He glanced up at her, his amber eyes soft.
"I missed you every day," Estella said, lifting the bottle of wine in her other hand to her lips. She took a long swig, then passed it over to Eris. "But you really hurt me."
"I know I did," he said. "And I hate myself for it."
His voice cracked, tears glistening in his eyes. Estella stared at him, having never seen him cry before. She reached up and wiped a tear from his face.
Estella leaned in and kissed his lips deeply. He moaned against her mouth, as though he had missed the taste of her. He dropped the bottle of wine, not caring if it spilled, and intertwined his hands with her hair, pulling her closer.
She climbed on top of him, throwing her head back as his lips trailed down her neck, hungrily kissing the sensitive skin. He went to unbuckle his trousers, but she put a hand on his, stopping him.
"You'll make it up to me tonight by focusing on pleasuring me entirely," she decided. "Maybe if you're good for me, and I decide you truly are sorry, you can cum."
She'd never once tried to take control in the bedroom. That was his role, and she enjoyed it when he played it. So she wasn't sure if he would resist, or play along.
"Anything you say, my beautiful bat," he smirked, flipping her so she was under him. Her wings flared around them before he pinned them down to the bed. "Do you want me to play with your wings?"
"Yes, please," she gasped, having not had any pleasure of the sort in half a decade.
He unlaced the back of her dress, the two of them working together to strip her bare. When she was naked beneath him, he took her in as though he'd never seen her body before.
"You're utterly perfect, Estella," he expressed.
"Then get to work," she retorted, extremely impatient.
He gripped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them just slightly. She whimpered, her hands finding his short red locks.
His lips began at hers again, then trailed down to her breasts. He pressed soft kisses to them, making her breath shudder in anticipation. He wrapped his mouth around her left nipple, sucking and trailing his tongue around it. She gasped out a moan, her eyes squeezing shut.
He moved over to her other breast, his tongue flicking at her nipple and making her whine. His grip remained on her left breast, his thumb rubbing circles.
Estella's hands trailed from his hair to his shoulders, grazing down his arms until she was gripping the sheets.
Eris's kisses slowly moved down her body, and Estella's breath hitched as he spread her legs with his rough hands. He pressed a kiss to her clit, and she moaned out. He chuckled softly against her, causing her to throw her head back.
"Eris," she whined, desperate for him.
He smiled, reaching up and taking her hand in his. He kissed up her inner thigh, his breath fanning across her core.
"Eris!" she snapped this time, a growl in her voice.
"Apologies, my lady," he grinned.
He licked up her core, his tongue circling her clit lightly. Too lightly. She let out a grunt of frustration that made him smile against her. In response, he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her hips jutting up. His grip on her hand tightened reassuringly.
He began moving his head side to side, his tongue lapping at her folds, and his nose rubbing against her clit. Her moans were loud and undignified, just the way he liked them. She gripped his hair with her free hand, pushing his face closer to her core.
He opened and closed his mouth against her, his tongue working what she thought must have been magic. She couldn't remember the last time he had wrung so much pleasure from her.
As her climax crept up on her, her thighs closed around his head, her hips grinding against his face. As he continued sucking her clit, two fingers entered her wet cunt. She gasped, her legs shaking.
Eris held her hand as she hit her high, her uncontrollable moans ringing through the room. He didn't stop working on her, even as incomprehensible pleas left her lips. He was going to pleasure her until she broke.
His fingers were curling inside of her, his tongue working her so thoroughly, she wasn't sure she would survive.
When her overstimulation wore off, her pleasure hit her again. She came harder than before, gripping Eris's hand so tightly, she thought she would break it.
"Fuck me, Eris," she begged, closing her eyes. "Please, fuck me."
He didn't have to be told twice. He had stripped off his clothes by the time she had opened her hazel eyes.
A part of her wanted to reach out and wrap her hand around his perfect cock. She wanted it stuffed down her throat while she moaned around it. But there was plenty of time for that. Tonight was about her pleasure.
He circled her entrance with his cock, carefully and slowly sliding in. She winced, having forgotten how big he was.
"You can take it," he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. "You always take it so well." She nodded, her brows knit.
She whimpered as he pushed further in, finally bottoming out. "Good girl," he said softly. "So good for me."
He began fucking her at a steady pace, not too rough. He would be rough with her another time. Tonight, she needed it gentle.
As her arms wrapped around his neck, he began tracing circles on her wings. She let out a shuddering breath, meeting his eyes with a vulnerability in her expression.
"Feels nice, Er," she uttered.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, letting his cock hit her deeper, and at a new angle. His rough fingers against her wings brought her pleasure to a new level, just as it always did.
Estella pulled Eris's face closer to hers, kissing his lips deeply. His tongue slid into her mouth, and she allowed it. Their tongues intertwined as she held his face in her hands.
Feeling his cock twitching inside of her, Estella knew he was close. She pulled away from his, his forehead resting on hers.
"We can cum together," she decided.
He captured her lips with his again, his thrusts beginning to speed up. He found a tendon on her wing that had her moaning into his mouth, and he focused his strokes on it.
Her climax was creeping up on her, her hips meeting his thrusts, and her tongue working in unison with his.
"Cum in me, Eris," she begged when their climax hit them both.
He spilled inside of her with a grunt, continuing to fuck her through her own high. She cried out, thighs locked tight around his hips, and wings twitching against his hands.
When they both came down, they lay there, Eris still inside of her, their foreheads still touching. Their heavy breaths mingled, their heart rates pounding in unison.
"You don't need to hate yourself, Er," Estella whispered, holding his face in her hand. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I love you."
Neither of them had spoken those words in the entirety of their time together. His amber eyes went wide, his pupils blown as he stared at her.
"I love you too," he replied, his voice breaking. "I love everything about you, 'Stel, including your hands. They're beautiful to me, and I've always thought so. I'm so sorry that I used your insecurities against you to push you away."
She softened, rolling them over so that she was lying on top of him. She cuddled up to the male, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping herself around him, desperate for warmth and comfort. He kissed the top of her head, his arms holding her close.
"I was three when my hands were burned," she confessed very quietly. His brows furrowed, and he grew silent as he took in her words. "My father was a married man with children of his own. My mother was one of his servants, although she was paid very little and treated poorly. When she gave birth to Azriel, our father's wife was furious. She threw Azriel in a cell in the basement of the keep. I was born around five years later, and they locked me up with my brother. We were only allowed out of the cell for an hour a day, and we were only allowed to see our mother once a week."
"'Stel," he murmured, his voice laced with pity. She ignored him.
"Our two stepbrothers were older than us," she went on, staring at a spot on the wall. "When Az was eight, and I was three, they were in our cell. They often mistreated us, but this time, they took it too far. They decided to test our Illryian healing powers. They covered our hands in oil, and lit them on fire. Our father's guards heard us screaming, but they didn't get to us in time to save our hands."
Eris was silent for a long while as he took in her awful story. Estella was concerned for a moment, wondering if she shouldn't have shared that with him.
"You were three," he whispered, his voice laced with horror. She nodded, hiding her face in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, my love."
"It's alright," she said. "Rhysand's mother rescued us three years later. She was friends with our mother when they were girls. I only had to endure that torture for six years."
Her wings drooped, covering them both, and keeping them warm. He kissed her forehead, using one hand to play with her hair.
"My father always had an appetite for cruelty," Eris spoke up. Estella lifted her head, glancing at him with surprise. "He tormented all of us--my mother, my brothers, me. But he held me to a higher expectation than the rest of them. As his heir, I was expected to be perfect. And when I wasn't . . . "
Eris trailed off, and Estella took his hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly.
"I was used to being hit and burned," he admitted. "That started before I can even remember. But when I was ten, he began whipping me. He would take me to the dungeons of the Forest House, and use a flaming whip on my back. He would leave me down there for a full day afterwards, unless I had responsibilities to attend to."
"When did it stop?" Estella whispered, her eyes wide.
"It never did," he confessed. "The last time was just before we all got trapped down here."
She felt her lower lip trembling at the mere thought of her mate being tortured like that. She'd received her fair share of lashings at the hands of her stepmother as a child, but never anything like that. She'd seen those scars on his back. It had to be horrific lashings to scar that badly.
"Oh, Er," she fussed, holding his face in her hands. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
"It's okay, my dear," he assured her. "Holding you in my arms makes every bit of suffering I've ever endured worth it."
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