47 for Azriel, Elain, and Lucien? 🩶
for this ask game
wow. i went a little overboard with this one, but i was having such a great time you simply can’t blame me.
Azriel lay back against the pillows, muscles taut, wings spread behind him, his own traitorous shadows keeping his hands tied to the headboard.
His body jolted as Elain poured the steaming chocolate she melted on the stove down his torso, thighs, and circled his weeping erection.
“I’ve had a sweet tooth lately,” Elain said sweetly, her smile bright, her eyes as brown as the chocolate upon his body.
Lucien hummed. “Yes, I’ve been craving a few things myself.”
“You’re not allowed to touch us,” Elain said as she sensually put her fingers in her mouth and sucked off the chocolate that had dripped down her dainty hand. “Not until we say.”
Azriel groaned. Perfect, devilish Elain, and her wicked fox of a mate, were going to kill him. He was going to die nude and covered in chocolate. Not exactly the heroic death of a warrior he had always envisioned for himself, but he would die happy nonetheless.
Lucien moved first, licking a long stripe up Azriel’s thigh before stopping right under his hip. “Mm,” he moaned. “Delicious.”
Elain was next, her bare breasts brushing against his side as she leaned over and sucked on the chocolate pooling at his abs.
“You’re right, Lucien, he is delicious,” she murmured.
Lucien chuckled as he used his finger to smear the chocolate surrounding Azriel’s cock, but not yet touching it, and Azriel threw his head back with a frustrated moan.
“Cruel,” he growled, “Both of you.”
“Well, do you want a taste or not?” Lucien asked, a note of teasing in his voice.
When Azriel faced him again, Lucien’s chocolate covered finger was in front of his mouth. He took it without hesitation, his lips wrapping around Lucien’s finger until he reached his knuckle.
Azriel could see the hunger in Lucien’s russet eye. He hollowed out his cheeks and slowly pulled his head back, releasing Lucien’s finger with a pop.
Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Two can play that game, Shadowsinger. Keep him busy would you, Elain?”
“Gladly, Lucien,” Elain replied, a smirk tugging at her lips.
She trailed up Azriel’s torso, leaving open mouthed kisses in her wake, collecting chocolate with her plump lips. Then she was kissing him, and he pulled at his shadowy restraints desperately. He wanted to pull her into him, to grip her hair and ravage her mouth, but instead, they were ravaging him.
Azriel’s eyes rolled back and he moaned into Elain’s mouth when he felt a warm tongue lick up the length of his cock.
Elain took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled at the same time Lucien’s mouth finally wrapped his cock, sucking in languid strokes, his warm hands cradling his balls.
Elain had the nerve to look down at Azriel innocently, like she had no idea they were torturing him.
“Please,” he begged. “Please let me touch you. I need to touch the both of you.”
Elain placed a delicate finger on her chin and tapped twice. “I don’t know,” she hummed. “What do you think, Lucien?”
Lucien released his cock with a pop and sat up on his knees, stroking his own cock now. “I think there’s one more craving of mine that hasn’t been satiated yet.”
Elain twisted to face him, Azriel getting a beautiful view of her soft, round cheeks. “And what might that be?”
“Come over here and sit on his cock,” Lucien instructed.
Elain giggled as she crawled down the bed and positioned herself right above Azriel’s cock, her thighs straddling his.
What Azriel wasn’t expecting, was Lucien to straddle his chest, his long, broad cock in his face. Lucien must have noticed his dumbstruck look because he grabbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced him to meet his eyes.
“You look so beautiful flushed and needy like this,” Lucien murmured. “Now, you’ll be a good boy for us won’t you? Then you can have your turn to play.”
Azriel nearly whined at the praise. “Yes,” he rasped. “I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”
Lucien smirked and threaded his fingers through Azriel’s hair as he directed his mouth towards his cock. Lucien began to fuck his face, head thrown back, red hair falling down his shoulders and pecs.
Azriel moaned around Lucien as Elain sank down on his cock. Elain’s breathy moans filled the room, and Lucien released a long groan as Azriel forced his jaw to relax so he could take him deeper.
Yes, Azriel thought, the fox and the fawn would certainly be the death of him. But there was no other way he would prefer to go.