Housewarming
Written for @acotar-omegaverse-week Day Two: Pack Bonds Pairing: Azriel/Gwyn/Elain/Lucien Tags/warnings: polyamory, morning sex, overstimulation, vaginal sex, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering Summary: Elain wonders at all of the delights in her nest on the first morning in the pack's new home.
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Elain had always preferred a nest overlooking the garden, where she could watch her flowers dance in the sun. At least, she thought she did. But her nest is not just her nest anymore, and she’s delighted to admit that this view of the Sidra is unmatched. Gwyn had been right about this room. Clear blue water races past on its way towards the sea, carrying boats filled with goods and travelers to the wider world beyond. Thank the Mother Lucien had enchanted this wall of windows to keep prying eyes out. Otherwise, sailors and explorers alike would have been privy to another fantastic view.
Bathed in buttery morning sunlight, Gwyn is sprawled out on her stomach nearby. A plush pillow supports her hips, her teal eyes glazed as their mate ruts into her, his dark wings stretching over them. Sweet, little moans fall from her open mouth. Her long nails claw at the top of the cloud-soft blanket, her knees spreading wider until Azriel’s fully buried inside of her. They make such a pretty picture. Elain’s hand wanders over the blanket until her fingertips brush against Gwyn’s lips and the nymph closes her mouth around them, sucking eagerly as those sweet, watery eyes drift up to hers.
Lucien stirs behind her, sliding an arm around Elain as he rolls onto his side to peer over her shoulder.
“Delicious,” he growls against the shell of her ear. The tip of his tongue licks a stripe from lobe to tip, and Elain shifts against him, pressing her ass against his groin just to hear him growl again. His hand darts beneath the blanket to cup her sex, coating his fingers in the slick already staining the crease of her thighs. “They’ve been at this for a while, haven’t they?”
Azriel grunts in response, too far gone to manage such a trivial thing as stringing words together. Lucien laughs, lazily gliding his fingers in circles around Elain’s entrance without giving her what she truly wants. Bastard. “Poor, sweet thing. But you’re going to take your alpha’s knot, aren’t you?” he asks Gwyn, pulling Elain’s fingers from her mouth.
“Yes.” Her response is barely a sigh tumbling over the bedspread, and Lucien nods sagely as he eases two fingers inside of their mate. Doe-brown eyes roll back into Elain’s head as his nimble fingers stretch and curl, opening her the way she craves. All too soon, those fingers withdraw and Lucien hauls them both up with surprising speed, positioning her on her side next to Gwyn. Elain wastes no time running her hand along Gwyn’s back, her heart stuttering at the sweet purr the blissed-out omega gives her. She’s so perfect, their Gwyneth. Beautiful and sweet, her glazed teal eyes watching Lucien glide his cock through Elain’s slick, tapping it against her clit with every shallow thrust. Elain’s leg flexes against his shoulder, and the large hand gripping her thigh squeezes the plush flesh in response. His eyes, though. His eyes are on Gwyn, watching her with as much passion and intention as he touches Elain with.
“I gave you something to do with your mouth, sweetheart.” He nods towards Elain, and those sparkling teal eyes drift down, down, down to focus on Elain’s breasts, jiggling with Lucien’s every movement. Azriel groans as the tip of Gwyn’s tongue darts out to taste the dark, rosy bud. Elain gasps, reaching down to support Gwyn’s head as she pulls the brunette’s nipple between her lips, suckling at the delicate tip as Lucien thrusts into her, working her onto his cock. Every suck sends a pulse straight to her pussy. Lucien’s hips stutter as she clenches around him, and he finds himself looking up at Azriel. Azriel, who meets his fevered gaze with a dark, hungry smile of his own.
Elain lowers her mouth to Gwyn’s shoulder, biting at her sweet, soft skin, leaving red marks all along the fine slope. Unlike the claiming marks on either side of Gwyn’s neck, these won’t last. A little thrill rises in Elain’s stomach at the side of her lover covered in her marks though. Her bites. Hers. Gwyn inhales sharply, her teeth grazing Elain’s nipple as Azriel’s hips snap against her backside until he’s seated within her. Elain glances up to see him watching them, possession sparking in the copper and green depths of his eyes. He’s beautiful, like some dark, avenging god with those flared wings, his hair a wild halo around his head. Beautiful, so beautiful.
Lucien hums in agreement, easing himself fully into Elain’s slick heat. His pleasure trickles down the bond, fueling her own desire until they’re so thoroughly intertwined, she can’t tell where she ends and he begins. Everything is sensation and warmth and oh, the way Gwyn whimpers around her breast, her body moving with Azriel’s unrelenting pace. Elain wipes away the tear trickling down her pale, freckled cheek as Azriel cranes over her, kissing his way up her spine.
“You just want to come, don’t you, darling?” Lucien croons, his fingers playing over Elain’s clit though his eyes are on Gwyn. Azriel smirks up at him, his thrusts falling out of rhythm, growing more desperate as his hand slips beneath his mate. “You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you, Gwyn? Tell us how good our pretty girl has been. Say it. Say it, and you might get to come.”
Gwyn pulls off of Elain’s breast with a reluctant pop, licking at the damp, swollen bud before those endless blue eyes turn on Lucien. “I’ve been so good, Alpha. So good-” her voice falters as Azriel’s hand finds its mark. Her limbs tighten, her eyes squeezing shut as she writhes on her mate’s hand. The slick sound of bodies meeting and sharp, ragged breathing fill the room. Azriel nudges at her ear, licking a long stripe along the curve of it before asking, “are you ready for my knot, angel? Can you take it?”
“I can,” she babbles, “I can, I can, I can. Please, Alpha, give it to me. Please-“
The sound of the other omega’s pleading is like catnip to Elain’s lust-addled mind. It’s enough to push her over the edge, coming around Lucien’s cock as he praises her, the pressure behind his fingers never once letting up until her leg slides from his shoulder, his name a symphony on her tongue. She twitches a little as he pulls out, still hard and glistening with her release. It takes him no time to crawl up the bed to sit before Gwyn on his knees. His hand grips her long, reddish brown hair, the other coming around to cup her jaw as he eases his cock into her open mouth. Elain shivers at the sight of Gwyn between them, taking their cocks as Azriel leans up to give Lucien a biting kiss.
Elain had dreamed of moments like this when their pack was still split between homes. But now, this fantastic view is all hers. For the rest of her life. She watches on with a sleepy smile, rubbing Gwyn’s back, soothing her as she’s finally allowed to come before both males find their pleasure. Azriel rests his forehead between her shoulder blades with a heavy sigh, sweat sliding down his flushed brown skin. Lucien slowly pulls out of Gwyn’s mouth, watching his come drip from the corners of her lips as she swallows it with damp, sleepy eyes. He collects the remnants from her skin and eases it between her lips, feeding to her with murmured praise.
Azriel eases them both onto their sides, his shadows tugging the pillow away as he drapes Gwyn’s leg over his, displaying the dripping mess between her thighs while he remains locked inside her. Elain would happily lick it up for them if it weren’t so far. Lucien stretches out behind her, his arms banding around her. Heaven, this is heaven if such a thing exists. Gwyn’s hand finds hers across the mattress, their fingers twining together. Azriel’s soft snoring soon fills the air, joined moments later by Gwyn’s own deep breathing.
“We should clean them up,” Elain yawns, smiling when Lucien’s forehead rests against her temple.
“Sweet fawn,” he mumbles, “give a male a minute to recover, yeah?”
“You can have five,” she agrees, giving in to the urge to close her eyes.