Lord & Lady Bloodshed
Summary: Resisting her mates has become a pastime of sorts for Nesta after being confined to the House of Wind. SMUT 18+ ONLY MDNI Mating frenzy Cassian x F!Reader x Nesta.
Nesta hates her mates. She hates having mates. She hates the stupid string connecting her ribs to each of theirs.
Hates herself for the way she’d shielded Cassian’s broken body from Hybern and called out for Y/N to abandon her position on the battlefield and come save them.
Y/N…Y/N. Her mate, has saved her more than once. She saved her night after night from drinking herself into a stupor and having strangers fall into her bed. If Nesta wants to fuck someone, Y/N is more than happy to indulge her.
And when Nesta is in need of something a bit more than the best fingers and tongue known to man; Cassian, who so adored his wife, makes love to Nesta like it is his job.
It isn’t fair, what the cauldron stole from them by creating her. Y/N and Cassian went from perfectly happy married mates to having to accommodate Nesta. It isn’t fair. She hates feeling like a burden. So much so that Nesta tells them she wants no part in their union, no place in their bed, or space in their lives.
Given that it was her choosing, Nesta’s blood shouldn’t be boiling at the way Mor is making eyes at her mate. Cassian and Mor have history, everyone knows it, but to the best of Nesta’s knowledge, Y/N and Mor haven’t slept together.
Maybe it’s the easy closeness the two females share that is slowly sending Nesta into oblivion. Perhaps it is the mating bond itself, but the possessiveness she feels over Y/N…
Cassian’s eyes find Nesta’s, arching an inquisitive brow as he speaks through the bond. “Everything alright, Nes?”
Nesta shakes her head, casting him out and sealing her mental wards, tight.
Y/N looks toward her mate with a patient, kind grin.
I want you. Nesta has to bite her own tongue to keep from screaming it. I want you. I want you. I want you.
“Clearly you’re having a moment,” Mor clears her throat as she rises to her feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow at Rita’s for dinner, don’t be late.” She warns.
“Goodnight, Mor.”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Nesta says not a word, storming off in the direction of her room. She hates this house. She hates everyone in it. But most of all she hates herself for wanting them so badly.
There is a soft knock at her door some time later. “Nesta.” Y/N calls.
“Go away.” Nesta bites out, turning over in her bed.
“Nesta,” her mate repeats, leaving the name to hang heavy between them. “I want you.”
It is nearly enough to ease Nesta’s anger for being sent to this stupid house to live with her mates and ten thousand fucking steps. Nearly enough to shake her resolve, force her into submission. But Nesta is so tired of not having a say. This is one of the only things she can control and she sinks her claws into it. More than willing to cut off her nose to spite her face.
“You and Cassian need to stay the hell out of my head.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Nesta swallows down her guilt, “go away.”
This time Y/N listens, returning to Cassian with a heavy heart. Sobbing her frustration and sadness into his chest.
Cassian hushes her, “Nesta will come around.”
“She was so loud in my head, Cass. She said she wanted me, so why-“
“Because she’s Nesta.” Cassian chuckles.
Y/N can’t help the wet laugh that escapes her.
“I want you too, you know?” He reminds her.
She lifts her head to look at him, really look at him. Cassian is perfect. The light of her life. “I want you.”
“I’m yours.”
Y/N rolls atop of her husband, her love, kissing him for all she’s worth. Rolling her hips against his until the familiar length of his cock presses against her.
Cassian flips her beneath him, all but shredding the pretty little dress she slipped on after abandoning her Illyrian leathers.
She helps Cassian rid himself of his own gear, rolling her onto her belly and caressing the sensitive membrane of her wings.
They’d wanted to clip them…where she grew up. Cassian shoves the unbidden image of what might have been from his mind.
Y/N’s wings, the most magnificent wings he’s ever seen, are a sight to behold. He wonders idly what their child’s wings will look like. The sweet baby growing her womb has not made its presence known, save for the tiny swell of her lower belly.
Their friends, their family, picked up on the change in her scent immediately. Congratulating her, hugging her, sharing their excitement.
Nesta said nothing.
When Y/N is writhing beneath him, Cassian snakes a hand down to her heat, slipping a single finger inside.
“Cassian,” she whines.
He slinks further down the bed, pressing kisses to the plush globes of her ass. He is rightfully accused of kissing it anyway. “So sweet.” His tongue licks a firm stripe up her slit, dipping into her soaked entrance.
She reaches back, grabbing for his hand, resting at her thigh to keep her in place. “Don’t tease me, please. I need you inside.”
“I am inside,” Cassian runs his tongue along the seam of her thigh. Wiggling his finger for emphasis.
“Please,” she whines.
Cassian moves up behind her, pressing himself against her back. “I would do anything for you. You’re gonna have everything you want, always.” He slides the head of his cock through her wetness, spreading it down toward her bundle of nerves.
“Cassian,” Y/N can hardly breathe with him so close to where she needs him. “I love you, please.” She blubbers.
He fills her aching cunt in one fluid motion, forcing himself to the hilt inside her. “Anything you want.”
“Fuck me.”
“I fucking love you, you know that?” He says, through gritted teeth as he sets a punishing pace.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “Relax your pretty arms for me,” he lays a hand between her shoulder blades until her chest is flat against the mattress with her perfect ass in the air. “There you go, my love. Let me do all the work, my mate should never have to do anything hard.”
Nesta hears the obscene sounds coming from her mates’ shared bedroom, but more than that, she felt that stupid string between them pull taut. Love and lust calling to her through the bond.
She pads down the hall, turning the knob of their unlocked door and swinging it open. Nesta’s mates seem to miss her grand entrance, and for good reason. Lost in the throes of pleasure.
Y/N pushes up and away from the mattress, her face contorted in pleasure.
Nesta sucks in a breath, Y/N is so beautiful. Cassian is beautiful.
“Hi,” Cassian coos, bringing Y/N’s back flush to his chest and holding her against him. The two of them fit perfectly together, as though they were made for this alone. In a sense, perhaps they were. He continues fucking her with gentle, deep thrusts. Allowing her breathing to steady and he kisses her shoulders, her neck, the side of her perfect face. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. So good.”
Y/N only whimpers as his strong fingers begin circling the swollen bundle of nerves between her thighs. “Cass,” she cries, “Cassie-”
He chuckles, “yeah, sweet girl. You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”
“Now,” she pleads, “please now.”
“Need you to come with me.”
“Please, please.”
“Shhh,” he begins working her faster. “You’re ok.”
Y/N cums, milking his cock for all he’s worth.
Cassian looses a low growl as he fucks her full of his own release.
Y/N’s eyes open slowly, her gaze falling on the figure standing at their bedside. “Nesta.”
“Nesta?” Cassian follows her gaze.
“I want you.” Nesta breathes.
Y/N blinks at her.
“I am tired of not having you.”
“Then come here,” Cassian extends a hand toward her, panting, cock still buried in their lover.
It can’t be this easy, can it? If so, Nesta is a fool for denying them and herself for this long. She shoves at Cassian’s shoulder, rolling him away from their mate.
He tucks an arm beneath his head as he rests easily against the mattress, awaiting her next move with one large hand splayed over Y/N’s ass.
Nesta moves for Y/N next, coaxing her onto her back. Drawing her legs up toward her chest so Y/N’s swollen cunt is on display. Dripping with Cassian’s seed. “You are so beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m gonna make you cum until you cry.” Nesta warns.
Y/N shivers beneath her.
“Geez, Nes. Let’s ease into this.” Cassian huffs a laugh, brushing sweat damp hair from his wife’s face.
“I’m tired of waiting.” Nesta insists.
“You’re the one who made us wait.” Y/N peeks up at Nesta so innocently, despite her obscene position, Nesta flushes.
She lowers her face to the apex of Y/N’s thighs. Tasting her mates together. Savoring them.
“Nesta,” Y/N whimpers as Nesta begins thrusting her wicked tongue into her pulsing cunt.
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Nesta wakes first, in her mates’ bed. In their arms.
Y/N’s head resting on her chest, draped over her waist towards Cassian, who is holding both of them beneath his arm and wing.
Fuck. Nesta realizes she can’t get out without waking them. She’s going to have to talk about this. Explain herself. And that terrifies her.
“Good morning,” Y/N yawns a few moments later. Her dazzling smile illuminating the room faster than a hundred sunbeams.
“Good morning.” Nesta hesitates, not wanting to disappoint her. Again.
“You’re going to run, aren’t you?”
“I don’t see how I can with both of you on top of me.” Nesta challenges.
“Is it really so bad?”
“What?”
“Being with us.”
“I don’t-“ Nesta swallows hard. “I’m not…no.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Y/N asks.
“Me.” Nesta tells her, “I am the problem. I always have been and always will be.”
Y/N makes no attempt to stop the frustrated tears from welling in her eyes, “why do you think that?”
“Because it’s true,” Nesta snaps.
“No it’s not.”
“You have to say that, you’re in love with me.”
“You’re right, I am in love with you and I don’t think you’re a problem. But if that’s how you feel, fine. If you are a problem, I want you to be my problem.”
Y/N’s confession rouses Cassian, rubbing his eyes as he attempts to make sense of their conversation.
“You,” Nesta stammers, “you couldn’t handle me. You’re sweet and soft and kind. I’m not. I’ll crush you, I’ll hurt you somehow. And the worst part is, I’ll do it without meaning to because I am broken. I’m broken on the inside.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” Y/N whispers, “you can’t scare me away. I won’t run, no matter how hard you bite, no matter how many times you bare your teeth at me. I can handle you. We can handle you.”
Nesta’s eyes land on Cassian, “tell her she’s wrong. Tell her I’m not worth it. Tell her-“
“No,” Cassian says, simply.
“No?” Nesta blanches.
“You’re our mate, Nesta. There is no universe in which you are not worth it.” Cassian moves into a sitting position.
“This isn’t fair to you.” Nesta follows his motion, leaning her back against the head board.
“Life isn’t fair.” He reminds her. “So do your best. Or hell, do your worst as long as you’re doing it to me. With us.”
Nesta scoffs, gaze darting between them, “you’re insane. Both of you.”
“See?” Y/N purses her lips, “we’re not perfect either, you’ll have to make sacrifices to be with us too.”
“That’s not the same.” Nesta rises from the mattress.
“Where are you going?” Cassian demands, prepared to pounce.
“To give you idiots what you want.” Nesta pulls on her nightgown. “I’m going to make you breakfast.”
Y/N’s furrowed brow softens.
“That’s how it’s done, right? That’s how I accept it. I’m offering you food. So get your clothes on and meet me downstairs.” Nesta spins on her heels, abandoning the warmth of their bed for the kitchen.
Cassian is out the door first, chasing her down the stairs of the House of Wind. “Hold on a minute, are you sure?”
“Do you want me to change my mind?” Nesta challenges, flipping on the stove burner.
“No, shit, Nesta.” Cassian wraps a hand around her delicate wrist. “I just want you to be sure. This is forever.”
You’re scared too. Nesta realizes. Scared she would leave, bolt at the first sign of trouble in paradise and he is right to worry. That is what she’s always done. To Y/N…to him.
It is dangerous, to love another so deeply. Nesta would sooner reduce the world to ash than allow harm to come to a single hair on their heads.
“I’m sure,” Nesta breathes, pressing into him as his lips meet hers. “I love you. I’m sure.”
“Ok,” Cassian grins against her mouth.
“So…the mating frenzy.” Nesta smirks, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“Mhm.”
“Tell me what to expect.”
Cassian laughs, eyes twinkling as he pulls back slightly, cupping her cheek in his hand. “Expect the filthiest fucking you’ve ever received and the sweetest love you’ve ever made over the course of a few weeks. Expect to cum over and over until you’re so sensitive you can barely stand it and then cumming again. Expect everything you’ve read in your books and then some.”
“W-weeks you said?” Nesta swallows.
“For Y/N and I it was two, we had to cut it a little short due to other obligations, but with you…I don’t think that will be possible.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Lady Death joins Lord and Lady Bloodshed in a mating frenzy. It’s going to be intense.” He tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, “don’t worry, we’ll talk you through it.”
“Is it safe for the baby?” Nesta wonders.
“Sex is perfectly safe during pregnancy, encouraged even, as it promotes the production of hormones which lower stress and reduce anxiety.”
Nesta nods.
“Sweet of you to ask though, I see you’ve got a soft spot for our mate.”
“You’re one to talk,” Nesta scoffs. “You spoil her rotten.”
He leans against the countertop, giving Nesta room to crack a few eggs into the sizzling pan. “Can you blame me?” Cassian’s eyes land on the female in question, now standing in the doorway. The silk of her nightgown hugging each delicious curve.
Nesta follows his gaze to Y/N, leaning casually against the doorframe. No. She doesn’t blame him at all. It is still jarring to Nesta, that Y/N is the same person who slain the King of Hybern with one clean slash of her blade. The same person who had knelt beside her, covered in blood, holding Cassian upright. Assuring Nesta it was over and that she would make it ok.
Y/N who commanded armies along side her mate, Y/N who brought warriors to their knees, the same Y/N who held her hand. Who looks at her like she is the most precious thing in the world.
Y/N crosses both arms over her chest. “Blame you for what?”
“Spoiling you.” Cassian says, with pride. Crossing the room to his wife and wrapping her in his arms, walking them toward Nesta.
Y/N giggles as he peppers her face with kisses.
“Nes was just making sure the frenzy we’re about to have is safe for the baby.”
Y/N reaches for Nesta’s free hand, placing it against her lower belly. “You’re gonna be a good Mama.”
Nesta sucks in a breath, “you want me to be-“
“Unless you don’t want to.” Y/N drops her arms back to her sides. Allowing Cassian’s large hands to splay across her womb. “I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“No,” Nesta chokes out, “I want that. I want everything with you but I don’t…want to intrude. I don’t want to be a burden.”
Y/N untwines herself from her husband, wrapping her arms around Nesta at the stove and pressing her lips to her shoulder. “You’re not.”
Nesta stiffens.
“I love you.” Y/N reminds her, “I promise, you’re not.”
Nesta nods, pushing the eggs around with her spatula. “You love me?”
“Yes,” Y/N laughs.
“Then grab us plates and forks.” Nesta demands, “and eat.”
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They hardly finish their breakfast, despite Cassian’s warning they should finish it all. “You’re going to need the energy.”
And now, three rounds in, Nesta wishes she’d heeded his warning.
Y/N climbs down from her perch atop Nesta’s face.
“Where are you going?” Cassian growls at the loss of her lips against his as he continues pistoning in and out of their mate.
“To her.” Y/N informs him.
Nesta blinks up at Y/N from her position on her back. Whining and whimpering at the feel of Cassian inside her. She’s never been fucked like this.
Y/N lies down beside her, hands clawing at the sheets.
Nesta screams at the brush of Y/N’s finger over her pebbled nipples, darkened from their earlier ministrations.
“Oh, baby,” Y/N purrs, smoothing a hand over her mate’s belly to her aching bundle of nerves.
Nesta gasps reaching a hand behind the female to carress her wings, earning her a cant of Y/N’s hips against the outside of her thigh.
“It’s a lot, but you can take it.” Y/N kisses Nesta’s flushed cheek. “We just have to break you in a little bit, huh, my love?”
Nesta can’t speak, she can hardly breathe.
“I need your words, baby.” Cassian insists, “tell me you’re ok.”
“I’m ok.” Nesta chokes out, “god, Cassian. Y/N!”
He bends at the waist to capture her lips. “I love you, Nesta. We love you.”
“Fuck, Cass.” Nesta finally understands Y/N’s tendency to cry out ridiculous variations of his name.
‘Cassian’ means Y/N is still in her right mind. ‘Cass’ means she’s either close or cumming already. ‘Cassie’ means he’s hitting that spot and not stopping, even after she’s cum.
“Good job.” He coos. “Taking my cock so well. Are you sore, sweetheart?”
Fuck, the pet name stirs something in her. Nesta nods.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. Lost in the sensation of Y/N’s fingers skating across her lower belly. Tracing the outline of Cassian’s bulge within her.
“Right there,” Y/N looks to her husband, “that’s how deep you are.”
Cassian licks his lips, “mhm. She feels like heaven.”
“Such sweet noises too.” Y/N drawls, circling Nesta’s swollen clit, “make her cum. Show our perfect mate the stars.”
Nesta throws her head back, “fuck!” It’s too much. Too intense and she loves her mates, so fucking much. All she can do is cry out.
Y/N takes the opportunity to seize her mouth. Swallowing her pleasure.
Nesta will never tired of this, no matter how many times she cums, no matter how sore she gets. The thought of spending even a second without one of them beside her, on top of her, inside of her is unbearable.
Y/N’s fingers do not stop circling, Cassian does not stop fucking her, even as Nesta crests that wave of bliss and rolls toward the next one.
“Again, baby.” Y/N coos.
Cassian hikes Nesta leg up to his shoulder, kissing the inside of her a shin as he begins to move. His length dragging over her sensitive inner walls.
Nesta wails. Sinking her nails into the delicate skin of Y/N’s forearm. “Too much.”
Y/N strokes Nesta’s hair. “I’ll be gentle.”
Cassian slows his thrusts, grinding against her slow and deep. “We’re going to take care of you, love. Good job using your words.”
Nesta would do anything for them. Tears roll down towards her temples from the corners of her eyes.
“Hey,” Cassian begins to withdraw from her slick. “Don’t cry.” He’s no stranger to a few tears here and there from Y/N when he’s fucking her too good and she cums too hard. Like hitting some hidden release valve. This is different, Nesta is full on crying, covering her face with her hands.
“No.” Nesta locks her legs around his waist. He will leave her empty and hollow and alone. “Please.”
“Nesta,” he coos. “I love you, but you’re gripping me like a vise and if you don’t stop this is going to be more than an emotional release.”
“I’m sorry.” Nesta sobs, “I don’t know what happened.”
“It’s ok.” Y/N assures her, “you’re ok.”
Nesta nods, burying her face in the crook of Y/N’s neck. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” Cassian says, gently enough for a fresh batch of tears to well in Nesta’s eyes.
“Of getting used to this.”
“We want you to get used to this.” Y/N says, pulling Nesta tighter against her side, making room for Cassian to lie behind their mate. To engulf her in his arms in a feeble attempt to quell her pain.
Cassian murmurs, “we’ve got you.”
Nesta cries until her shoulders are wracked with sobs, until her voice is hoarse and her eyes are swollen. She cries until she can’t anymore. Y/N and Cassian hold her. Whispering sweet nothings and promising that everything will be ok.
“Stay,” she pleads, “please stay.”
Cassian hooks a finger beneath Nesta’s chin, turning her to face him. Hazel eyes softening to that heart breaking degree Nesta thought was reserved only for Y/N. Directed at her now. “We’re always going to stay. Always.”
“No one is leaving.” Y/N chimes in, “not now, not ever. We’re going to be together, in this life and every one after. You belong here, you belong with me and Cassian.”
Cassian raises Nesta’s hand, holding it to his heart.
“And our baby.” Nesta says, through it sounds like more of a question.
Y/N melts, nodding quickly, “and our baby.”
“We’ll make it official with a ceremony, a wedding, even.”
It is too good to be true, Nesta knows it. But for once in her life, she is too well loved to care. She no longer waits for the other shoe to drop. Perhaps the wolf had not eaten her, merely chewed her up and spit her out anew. “I want…to be your wife.”
“And so you will be.”
Lord and Lady Bloodshed welcome Lady Death into their union, happily.
Part 2
