Answering this for favorite trope day for @polysjmweek!
Nessian X Azris with prompt 12 (candles) + trope hurt/comfort.
You can read the full fic on AO3, find a snippet below, and send in a prompt from this list!
Nesta panted, trying to keep quiet as she dragged her mate by the shoulder straps built into all Illyrian armor. She winced as Cassian’s already mangled wings were pulled beneath his body. She’d tried to wrap them around him, settling them on his stomach, but they were both bleeding far too much.
Once they were inside the cave, she fell to the ground, exhausted from so much physical exertion and blood loss. Her leg shook. It felt so cold and wet, covered in blood from the wound on her upper thigh. Cassian, the idiot, had jumped in front of her to try and prevent the wound, but it’d only resulted in the animal being able to bite both of them.
Cassian had been injured worse, the animal had barely bit into Nesta before he was there, tackling the thing to the ground. It had been so dark neither of them had been able to see what had attacked them. They knew this route was dangerous, but it was the safest way for them to sneak into Autumn to see Eris. When the sun rose, the stark red blood melting into the snowy landscape would lead him right to them. Nesta just had to make it until morning.
Finish the fic on AO3.
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Super excited to be sharing this quick little drabble: Tairn and Sgaeyl try to survive a flight with their little golden terror.
You can read the full piece below or here on AO3.
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“MOM.” Andarna’s shrill cry cut through the wind to Sgaeyl’s ears. She winced slightly, mulling over every decision in her life that had led her to motherhood.
Sgaeyl had never intended to have children, but then she found her mate. And then her mate had adopted this abandoned egg. Curse her and her bleeding heart. She’d gotten too soft, and so had Tairn.
“Andaranaurram, so help me if you don’t pipe down I will turn around and take off this harness.” Train’s gruff voice sounded through their minds, his own frustration nearly palpable in the air.
“But I wanna taaallk to you. It’s boring down here.” Andarna complained again, huffing out a puff of steam.
“Do not start trying to breathe fire underneath your father.”
Andarna snorted, another huff of steam floating up to tickle Tairn’s chest. “He’s fireproof. And I’m bored. If I can’t try and breathe fire and you won’t talk to me, what can I do?!”
“You can be quiet, golden one.”
“But being quiet is no fun!” Andarna’s words were an ungodly shriek, much like the ones she’d let out as an infant. Tairn and Sgaeyl shared a knowing look before she spoke.
“It’s called the quiet game. Whoever stays quiet the longest wins.”
This seemed to catch Andarna’s attention. “And what do I win?”
“Tairn will take you on as many flights as you’d like for a full week, as long as it doesn’t interfere with Violet’s classes.” At her promise, Tairn sent Sgaeyl a fierce look as a discontented grumble sounded low in his chest. She merely smiled back and shrugged. They’d do anything for some peace and quiet at this point.
“I agree to your terms.” Andarna said, and Tairn could feel her bobbing her head in her harness.
“Alright, golden one. The game starts now.”
After a few moments Tairn rechecked his mental shields, shooting a glance toward Sgaeyl. She nodded subtly, confirming hers were also in place.
“That was a good idea.” Tairn said into his mate’s mind, and only hers. Andarna couldn’t hear them when they blocked out their bond properly.
“I’m known to have those.” Sgaeyl responded, sarcastic pride floating on the words.
Tairn smirked slightly, trying to prevent his mental chuckle from sounding through his chest and alerting Andarna to his and Sgaeyl’s conversation. “And what would you like to talk about then, mate?”
For a moment, Sgaeyl thought about it. “That maybe, when this one is much older and no longer an annoying bug under our feet… Maybe we should hatch an egg of our own.”
“I would like that,” was Tairn’s only response.
The trio flew in blissful silence for the rest of their trip, Andarna wiggling the whole way as she tried to keep herself from speaking.
Hello!! I am back with just a little something for you all.
After a long night of play, Cassian and Azriel are determined to get just one more orgasm out of Nesta.
I hope you all enjoy a little Nessriel overstimulation.
Read here on AO3 or below the cut!
Nesta was sure she had died, but she couldn’t tell if she was in heaven or hell.
The evening started with her fantasy playing out, both men fucking her with wild abandon until they roared their completion into her, filling her so completely she had come instantly. She’d kissed both males, moving between them seamlessly until they were painfully hard once again. Then Nesta had ridden Azriel while Cassian drove up into her ass, her face buried in Azriel’s neck as both men thrust up into her.
She’d come twice then, once when both men seated themselves fully inside her pussy and ass, the feeling so exquisite she’d shouted her completion, almost shocked how quickly she’d come. Azriel’s previous orgasm leaked out of her around both their cocks. Consumed by the fullness from having both males at once, she’d shattered around them. Nesta clung to Azriel’s shoulders for dear life while Cassian kissed her through their joint completion.
All of this happened after the orgasm Azriel had licked out of her to prepare her for his cock. That brought her to a grand total of four earth shattering, mind melting orgasms already for the evening.
And now as she lay writhing on her back, Azriel supporting her as Cassian licked at her like she was his last meal, Nesta cascaded into her fifth orgasm. She nearly sobbed, tears running down her face as her back bowed off the bed and Azriel’s chest.
“I can’t,” she choked out, voice hoarse with screams of pleasure. Azriel moved to hold both her wrists in one hand, and allowed the other to caress up her side to cup her breast. The action left her body through the soft touch and the aftershock of her orgasm.
“You can,” Azriel said in a low, even tone. “And you will.” He plucked her left nipple with his deft fingers, leaving Nesta scrambling and arching up into Cassian’s waiting mouth.
“Oh gods, please ,” Nesta said, though she wasn’t sure if she was begging them to stop or begging for more.
“One more pretty girl,” Cassian said, hot breath fanning across her flushed and oversensitive core.
“So good for us, Nes,” Azriel said as Cassian brushed his lips side to side over her swollen bud. Nesta whimpered at the words and the sensation. She was putty in these males hands and damn if it wasn’t exactly what she craved. What she needed.
Azriel guided Nesta’s arms up to grab his neck. “I’ve got you, baby, now hold on and let Cassian give you what you need.” Nesta’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as Cassian slowly pressed two fingers into her dripping core, brushing them tantalizingly against the spot that had her brain melting. Slowly, Cassian built her orgasm, his free hand pinning her writhing hips to the bed.
Nesta spiraled higher and higher, clawing at Azriel for purchase the entire way. Cassian's motions gradually quickened, tongue swirling and lips sucking just how she craved. The build was the most exquisite pain and Nesta sobbed her desire and frustration.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate, Nesta.” She moaned through her tears at Azriel’s low voice, rough with desire.
“Show me how much more beautiful you are when you fall apart completely.”
As he spoke, Azriel pinched Nesta’s nipples. Cassian’s fingers pressed just so and he sucked her clit into his mouth with expert pressure.
There was no scream left in Nesta, but if she’d had a voice she would have woken all of Velaris from the House of Wind with the force of her orgasm. She felt as that invisible tether within her body snapped completely, liquid pleasure rushing through her body and coating Cassian’s chin.
Sobs of pain, of pleasure, of release so acute there was no reprieve fell from Nesta’s swollen lips. Cassian silently rose from the bed and returned with a warm, wet cloth.
Nesta whimpered as Cassian wiped her glistening sex, and Azriel wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, shushing as he kissed the top of her head.
Curled in on herself, Nesta was consumed with the power of the overstimulation she’d received. Azriel lay beside her and gathered her to his chest, cocooning them together. Cassian returned to the bed and joined, his wing interlacing with Azriel’s to complete the enclosure.
“Love you Nes,” Cassian said as he placed a delicate kiss to the tip of her nose. “Sleep now, we’ve got you.” She could only hum in response.
Without words, Azriel echoed Cassian’s sentiment as he nuzzled into Nesta’s neck and brushed a sweet kiss to her sensitive skin. Cradled between the two males who filled her every need, Nesta allowed herself to slip into oblivious, blessed sleep.
