Pairing: Cassian x Rhysand x Azriel x Feyre x f!reader
Summary: You’re posed, exposed, and they can’t stop tracing the lines of your body.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, unprotected sex, foreplay/oral female and male receiving, girl on girl, multiple men, MMMFF group scene
Word Count: 2,212
Day 20 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 22
“Can you tilt your head back a bit more?” Feyre asked, biting her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I rested my head against Rhys’s bare chest. His skin was warm and firm beneath my cheek.
I still don’t know how they convinced me to do this. I don’t know why I agreed so quickly.
Her gaze flicked from the canvas to us, and my hands started to sweat.
“Cass, move your hand higher,” she murmured, her brush pressing against the canvas in short strokes.
Cassian’s hand slowly slid up my inner thigh. His body pressed more firmly against one side of me, all heat and muscle.
“Az, put your hands on her knees.”
Azriel’s scarred hands moved to my knees as he knelt before me. His grip tightened just enough to make my breath hitch.
I swallowed, eyes closing as I tried to calm my heart pounding in my chest.
Why did I agree to this?
Why did I say yes to sitting here, barely clothed, pressed between them?
Now here I was, pressed between three of the most handsome men in all of Prythian, dressed in nothing but sheer fabric, heart pounding, skin tingling, all because Feyre wanted to paint live models.
Cassian’s thumb grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Azriel’s hands gently pressed my knees apart. Rhys’s hands tightened on my shoulders.
The room grew brighter as the fireplace cracked. I felt warm, too warm, burning alive with the touch and smell of them.
Feyre’s eyes lingered on the way my nipples peaked beneath the sheer fabric.
I could smell the arousal in the air, the unmistakable scent of desire. I felt Azriel inhale deeply as he scented the same thing I did.
“Rhys,” Feyre said, her voice trembling slightly. “Place your hands on her jaw. Keep her head tilted back.”
My head tilted back against his lower stomach, looking up into Rhys’s eyes as his hands cupped my jaw, my pulse pounding beneath his touch.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as his thumb brushed along the line of my jaw.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I looked up at him, pleading. I couldn’t take this much longer.
I heard Feyre’s breath hitch as I looked up at her mate.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
But her eyes darkened, her brush moved faster across the canvas, and I realised she was enjoying this.
“God,” I whispered beneath my breath as Cassian’s hand slid even higher.
His fingertips traced the spot where my thigh met my hip. I watched Rhys’s smile widen before he nodded once, a silent command passed between the three men without words.
I felt Azriel’s hands pressing my knees further apart, spreading me open before him.Rhys's hands stayed still, forcing me to keep eye contact with him.
My lips parted, maybe to ask for something I shouldn’t, maybe to whimper something desperate and pathetic, instead his thumb brushed across my lower lip.
My tongue darted out without thinking, licking his thumb, and my cheeks blushed a deep red.
His smirk turned into a grin, slow, predatory, satisfied. His thumb pressed past my lips, slipping into my mouth, and I looked up at him as I sucked and swirled my tongue over him.
I could hear Feyre’s brush moving frantically across the canvas.
I felt Azriel shift beneath me. Cassian’s hands helped me to the edge of the lounge chair.
I should have pulled away. I should have said something, done something, been stronger than the desire burning between my thighs.
Azriel pressed wet, hot kisses to the inside of my thigh. A soft whimper left my lips as my eyes fluttered shut, as Azriel’s mouth pressed higher.
Cassian pulled away the sheer fabric, his fingers finding my nipples. Pulling them just as Azriel’s mouth pressed fully against me, his tongue licking a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit.
I groaned as my lips parted, arching against Rhys. Rhys slid two fingers into my mouth, smiling as I squirmed.
Azriel’s tongue was relentless, circling my clit with precise strokes that made my vision blur.
Cassian’s fingers twisted and pinched my nipples before he soothed them with his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet as he grazed my nipples with his teeth.
I heard Feyre let out a gentle sigh, the sound of her brush strokes filling the room between my moans and the sound of Azriel’s soft grunts as his tongue tasted me.
Rhys’s fingers finally left my mouth, covered in my saliva. The palm of his hand tapped against my cheek.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice low.
My head fell forward, finally able to see the two men whose mouths were devouring me.
Cassian’s mouth was attached to one breast, his hand massaging the other.
I groaned, my eyes flickering to Feyre as she watched me.
Her brush was still clutched in her hand, though her chest heaved with rapid breaths, and her gaze, fixed on Azriel’s face buried between my thighs.
Rhys moved behind her, his hands sliding slowly up the sides of her body before squeezing her breasts through her shirt.
He whispered something in her ear, her cheeks flushing pink as she leaned back into him.
I opened my mouth to speak, to say something, anything, but Azriel chose that moment to slide a single finger inside me.
The sound that tore from my throat was raw.
He immediately found the spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking gently as his finger moved in a slow, devastating rhythm that had me begging.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice cracking on the word. “Please, I need—”
Cassian’s teeth grazed my nipple as Azriel added a second finger, stretching me.
My moan echoed through the room as I clenched around his fingers, desperate for more.
“Look at how pretty she is,” Rhys murmured in Feyre’s ear, his fingers tugging at her clothes.
Cassian left hot kisses from my breasts to my mouth, his mouth claiming mine in a rough kiss.
His fingers continued to pinch my nipples as I whimpered against his mouth, my body trembling between the two men.
“Look at you,” Cassian whispered, his lips trailing from my jaw to my throat. “Making a mess all over Azriel’s face.”
My cheeks flushed red, but I couldn't deny it as the wet sounds of Azriel’s fingers inside me filled the room.
I glanced over at Feyre, Rhys’s hands squeezed her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples between his fingers. She arched into his touch, her paintbrush discarded on the floor.
Azriel’s fingers curled deeper inside me, Cassian’s teeth marked my throat, as Feyre’s moans began to fill the room.
I looked over at her. Rhys’s hand was between her thighs.
I came before I could stop it, my pussy clenching around Azriel’s fingers as Cassian swallowed my cries, his tongue down my throat.
Azriel slowly withdrew his fingers as he and Cassian guided me onto my hands and knees on the rug.
I felt the head of Azriel’s cock press against my entrance, while Cassian knelt before me, his cock hard, glistening with pre-cum.
“Open,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.
I obeyed, taking him into my mouth. Forcing my throat open around him, I gagged as he pressed deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I tried to breathe through my nose.
“That’s a good girl,” Cassian said, his hand tangling in my hair and forcing his cock deeper. “Take all of it.”
He held me there, my nose pressed against the base of his cock.
Azriel filled me in a single thrust.
I moaned around Cassian. The vibration made his grip tighten in my hair.
I turned my head as much as I could with Cassian’s cock in my mouth, watching Rhys lift Feyre onto a table, her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood between her thighs. His cock was already pressing into her.
Cassian thrust into my mouth as I watched Rhys pull all the way out of Feyre, the head of his cock glistening with her arousal, before thrusting deep within her again.
Azriel mirrored his movement, withdrawing until only his tip remained inside me before slamming back in.
I moaned around Cassian in unison with Feyre’s cries. Azriel’s cock hit that spot inside me that had me trembling. Cassian filled my mouth, as my saliva dripped down my chin.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Cassian groaned, his hips thrusting faster. “Made to be fucked.”
Azriel’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts becoming harder and harder.
Each impact drove me forward onto Cassian’s cock, forcing him deeper into my throat.
Feyre’s moans grew louder and more desperate as Rhys maintained a relentless pace.
Azriel’s hand found my clit, rubbing tight circles that made my thighs shake. I whimpered around Cassian, the sound vibrating through his cock.
“That’s it,” Cassian groaned.
Feyre cried out, her body going taut as her orgasm crashed over her.
Azriel’s thrusts become erratic, his fingers pressing harder on my clit. Cassian’s grip in my hair tighten painfull.
I came undone, my entire body shaking as pleasure crashed through me. My pussy tightened on Azriel’s cock, as he groaned behind me.
I felt him pulse inside me, his release filling me.
Before I could take a breath, Azriel flipped me onto my back, and Cassian settled between my thighs.
He buried himself inside me, and the sound that tore from me was a scream and a sob.
Cassian’s cock pushed Azriel’s cum deeper, forcing it further into my body with each brutal thrust of his hips.
“Fuck,” Cassian groaned, as my head rolled from side to side.
Each thrust forced my breasts to bounce, my hands clawing uselessly at the carpet. The pleasure was painful, almost violent, bordering on too much.
I watched as Rhys helped Feyre to her feet, his hands steadying her as she swayed.
“Let me taste him, please,” I whimpered, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.
Cassian’s laugh was dark and breathless. He slipped his arm beneath my knee, lifting my leg higher, angling his hips to go deeper.
The new position had tears fall from my eyes, my back arching off the floor as he hit something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
Feyre straddled either side of my head. Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself; her pussy hovered just above my mouth.
My tongue licked a long, slow line from her dripping hole to her clit. I groaned into her, my hands reaching up to wrap around her waist, pulling her down onto my mouth.
She was shaking as my tongue pressed deeper, licking every drop of Rhys’s release.
“God,” Feyre moaned, her hips rolling against my face. “Please. Please don’t stop.”
Cassian’s fingers found my clit, pressing down in tight circles as he fucked me. I whimpered into Feyre’s pussy, the vibrations making her cry out above me.
My tongue traced every fold to her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, and I could feel her body tensing.
“I’m, oh god, I’m going to—”
She pressed herself harder against my mouth, and I felt her release flood my mouth and chin. I followed her, my walls clenching down around Cassian’s cock.
I felt him pulse inside me, his own cum adding to the mess inside me.
We stayed like that for a moment, me beneath him, Feyre still trembling above my face.
Cassian withdrew from me slowly, the sensation making me whimper as I felt their cum leak from my body.
Feyre didn’t climb off me as I expected. Instead, she bent forward, her hands reaching for the back of my thighs, and I felt her warm breath against my sensitive pussy.
My pussy was swollen and aching, still pulsing from my orgasm, and the feeling of her tongue was too much, overstimulating me.
“Feyre, I can’t, it’s too—” I gasped.
She didn’t stop. Her tongue pressed into my entrance, tasting every drop of cum that dripped from my body.
I came fast and hard, my face burying into her soaking pussy as my body arched.
The scream that tore from my throat was muffled by her pussy, my hips grinding against her mouth.
Her tongue continued its torture until I lay beneath her, whimpering and broken, coated in her release and Rhys’s, my body trembling.
Finally, she climbed off me, collapsing beside me. My hand reached for hers, our fingers intertwining as my eyes met the others.
Azriel sat with his back against the lounge chair, his face still glistening with my wetness, his cock hard in his hand.
Cassian sat beside me, his chest rising and falling heavy, his own hand working his cock in lazy pumps.
Rhys leaned against the table, his eyes watching us, hungry and predatory.
My breath hitched as I watched three men stroking themselves, knowing that the night was far from over.
This might be a… lot… to ask, but since first reading ACOTAR i could not help but imagine what it would have been like to be Under the Mountain in Feyre’s place. Then, after falling in love with the bats, that thought transformed: what if all the bat boys were there and they met human!reader there? Either she was in feyre’s place (poly!bats, everything else the same as the plot in acotar, just feyre is replaced) or as feyre’s sister (cazriel, idk how to justify her being brought back to life alongside feyre).
Unfortunately i can spiral this into a series so idfk how you’d fit it into a one-shot (mby focusing on the trials and aftermath?)
But y’know
Food for thought
this definitely challenged my skills as a writer but i had fun with it! thanks for the request! hope i managed to do it justice <3
poly!batboys x human!reader under the mountain [1.9k words]
CW: ANGST, suicidal ideation, hopelessness, suggestions of torture, Amarantha, the Attor, allusion to Rhys’ SA, mostly hurt with some comfort
Your skin burns in every place it meets the cold, damp stone of the dungeon floors, despite the fact that you’re quite sure it’s cold enough to induce frostbite if you can’t bring yourself to move before too long.
You can’t bring yourself to move.
You’re surprised you can feel anything at all anymore, surprised your nerve endings haven’t all died along with the last bit of hope that once fluttered its tiny, battered wings against your chest.
Your chest is hollow now; empty, gaping.
Dark.
The darkness has surrounded you, has settled over your skin and sank deep into your bones and you think if you haven’t made a home here in it, it has certainly made a home in you.
You’re not making it out of here; no one’s making it out of here. You’ve doomed all of Prythian with your feeble humanity. You’re no saviour; you’re a fool. Pathetic.
You can’t close your eyes because each time you blink, your mind is flooded with the image of all the people you’re going to let down. Lucien, your first friend in the fae realm. You think of his mother and her quiet support of you in thanks for saving her son. You want to wretch at the memory now; you didn’t save him.
You’ve doomed him, you’ve doomed all of them.
The screaming starts again, though you can’t be sure it ever actually stopped.
You wonder if you’ll scream when your time comes. You wonder if Amarantha will draw it out, enjoy her time with you like she’s enjoyed the agony of her countless other victims, some of whom still exist on her walls, in the ring on her finger.
But you doubt you’ll even survive long enough for Amarantha to have her fun with you; you’re not sure you’re even going to survive the night.
You’re helping Nature along in her valiant effort to reclaim you, the way your already rotting carcass has started to seep into the cold stone beneath you. At least out of the two of you, Nature will be successful in her endeavours.
Another scream pierces the air and you time your exhale with the ringing of it. You don’t bother sucking in another breath until your lungs burn.
It’s a few moments before you realize a quiet has settled in the dungeons, and you only become aware of it when your dark cell darkens even further.
Maybe death has finally come to claim you, shadows settling in inky little pools of whisps beside you like the darkness has also decided to lay down on the floor in solidarity.
Resigned to your fate, you close your eyes in surrender. The heat of the tears you didn’t realize you still had in you fall over the bridge of your nose and sting so violently that you think you might actually be hypothermic.
The shadows surrounding you are disturbed by movement, though not your own.
“C’mon, princess,” a voice murmurs, hints of desperation present in his tone despite barely raising his voice at all.
A solid warmth lands on your arm and it feels like a branding iron.
“You’re freezing,” the voice continues, the warm weight rubbing up and down your arm like it’s trying to imbue its own warmth into your very soul by means of friction. “C’mon, you can’t give up on us now, yeah?”
Neither the voice nor the warmth is going away, so you eventually peel your eyes open.
The tip of a bat-like wing permeates your vision, illuminated only by an ominous red glow with no discernible origin.
Despite your previously mentioned early stages of decomposition, you manage to go scrambling away from the mass.
“Hey, hey hey hey, whoa,” the voice—Cassian, the Night Court’s general—cautions. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright.”
Your responding inhale is ragged, your eyes quickly flitting around the cell to ensure it’s only him in here with you.
“Who’d you think it was?”
Shadows skitter towards the door of your cell, as though peeking beneath the threshold to keep an eye on the comings and goings.
You try to tell him, but your throat is so tight with panic and dry from disuse that you choke on the first attempt. “I- the…Attor.”
Cassian’s face screws up in a sour expression. “Ouch.”
Your wide, disbelieving eyes move to meet his, and his face softens again. “No, gorgeous. The Attor isn’t in the practice of checking on prisoners in the dungeons.”
You work to catch your breath, still painfully disoriented as you lean against the stone wall. “And you are?”
His lips turn up at that, a hint of the warmth that this horrid place has tried to snuff out of him present in his weary eyes. “Only my favourite ones.”
You can’t bring yourself to smile, so you suck in a breath and blink instead, humming in acknowledgement.
“Thank you,” Cassian whispers.
“For what?” you ask, heavy eyes falling closed.
“For breathing. It’s one of our favourite things that you do, you know.”
Your brows furrow, wondering which part of that sentence makes the least amount of sense to you. You don’t do anyone favours by breathing.
“Our?” you settle on.
Though you don’t see it, his smile brightens the entire cell. “Well sure, gorgeous. You have met my mates, haven’t you?”
You’re still not entirely sure how this whole mate thing works in the fae realms, but you’re quite sure you know who Cassian is talking about. Rhysand—High Lord of the Night Court—and the other Illyrian (the other owner of bat-like wings that do not belong to the Attor) Azriel; a shadowsinger, though you don’t know what that is or what it means.
It’s not as though you’ve had a whole lot of time to interact with any of them; you’re not exactly here to mingle and make friends. Seeing as you’re supposed to be saving their lives, your time under the mountain has been spent enduring Amarantha’s cruelty, surviving her trials, and feeling sorry for yourself.
“They like when I breathe, do they?” you ask around a sigh.
“Very much.”
You manage to open your eyes, catching Cassian’s concerned expression before he schools it into something a touch more discreet.
“Well, enjoy it while you can, I guess,” you murmur, raising your hand to rub at your eyes but thinking better of it when you realize how filthy your hands are. “I don’t think I’ll be doing a lot of that for very much longer.”
“Don’t say that,” he argues, reaching into a pocket to pull out a vial of purple liquid and pulling the cork from the top. He holds it out to you expectantly.
“What’s this?” you ask, though you no longer have the self-preservation skills to wait on his answer before you throw back the minty concoction.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t immediately take you out of your misery.
“A little something for the pain,” he explains, accepting the empty vial back from you.
“Rhysand already healed me,” you argue, knowing you have the bargain tattoo on your hand to prove it.
“I don’t mean the physical kind,” Cassian corrects gently, and your eyes sting.
“What are you doing down here?” you whisper instead of crying in front of him.
“Checking on you,” is his simple reply.
You want to ask why, but you’re not sure you actually want to know the answer. You settle on, “how?”
The siphon on his chest pulses slightly, despite the fact that most of his power has been siphoned by the horrid creature that is Amarantha a few stories above you in the mountain.
“Well, Rhys is keeping that wicked witch…occupied,” he explains carefully, echoes of the sneers you’ve heard from Prythian citizens—Amarantha’s whore—sounding in your mind. “And Azriel is keeping watch.”
With that, a few of the shadows come scurrying back over to you before returning to the cell door.
“Just to check on me?”
Cassian offers you a sad smile, tilting his head at you. “To check on you.”
One shadow flicks Cassian on the back of the head. “Son of a- and Azriel’s shadows stole the tincture for you.”
Your eyes flit back over to the dark mass of…dark. “The- those are Azriel’s?”
Cassian nods, and you’re so lost in your thoughts—tallying up all of the times you’ve felt the shadows encompass you like a cloak as you wept, or the subtle flickers of darkness you relied on during your first trial with the giant wyrm—that you don’t notice Cassian has pulled out a bowl of stew until he’s holding it out in front of you.
“When we get out of here, he’ll tell you all about them. Alright?” Cassian promises, the words falling from his lips like a vow and you want to scream, you want to throw the bowl of—still hot, somehow—stew at him, you want to ask him how he could be so foolish as to think that any of you will ever see the outside of this mountain; that you have any chance of making it out of this alive.
“And I’ll take you flying; I won’t even fly like an ass, okay? I’ll take it slow, show you all my favourite sights from the sky. Rhys can take you anywhere you want to go, show you every court—even the continent, if you want. He’ll buy anything you could ever dream of, you’ll never want for anything. Just please hang in there, okay? Please.”
You don’t realize you’ve started to cry until he’s reaching forward with a gentle hand and brushing away a salty track with his thumb. He looks horribly pained and deeply apologetic when he says, “I have to go.”
“What?” you manage, still not entirely sure you didn’t actually die an hour ago and this isn’t just some strange post-death, pre-reunion-with-the-Mother hallucination.
”I have to go,” he repeats, his other hand mirroring the first as he brings your head forward to kiss the space between your brows. “The rotation is about to shift. I’m sorry. You’re okay.”
You think he might say that last bit more for his sake than your own.
“You’re okay,” he says again. “I’m sorry.”
And then he’s gone. The cell feels so much colder, so much lonelier, so much more despondent without his presence.
You sit there with a contraband bowl of stew in your hands and tears streaming down your face as the screaming starts up again and your heart pleads its desperate case to give up the ghost for an indeterminate period of time.
And then, oddly enough, you hear music.
Gentle notes at first, lilting and soft as they sift through the cells of your walls before growing stronger, more bold as the song progresses. Shadows appear from the cobwebbed corners of the ceilings and swirl about as though dancing to the tune currently plaguing your cell.
Then, one nudges your hand, forcing your gaze down to the quickly cooling bowl of stew in your hands, and you think of warm hands and eyes as you take a bite, and then another. You end up finishing the bowl before the song even ends and a few shadows disappear with the evidence of your contraband in tow.
Pairing - Batboys x reader (Azriel x Rhysand x Cassian x reader)
Summary - She moved in for a fresh start but found everything she never expected.
When her old relationship shatters, three dangerously charming neighbours catch her as she falls, and challenge everything she thought she wanted.
They rarely agree so intently on anything, but on one thing they are unanimous, her.
It begins with one wild night. Then fear. Then feelings she can't and won't run from. A love that never asks for less—only more
They don't ask her to choose. Why settle for one when she can have them all?
Tags - modern AU, polyamory, multiple love interests, contemporary romance, found love, banter-filled romance.
Contents -
୨୧ One | Burning Looks | 2.2k words
୨୧ Two | Crumbling Walls | 2.6k words
୨୧ Three | Unholy Hours | 3.5k words
୨୧ Four | Shatter Me | 2k words
୨୧ Five | Splinters | 3.2k words
୨୧ Six | Everything Unsaid | 2.1k words
୨୧ Seven | Bloom | 3.3k words
୨୧ Eight | No More Hiding | 2.5k words
୨୧ Nine | All or Nothing | 2.4k words
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A/n - This series will include content warnings at the start of each chapter, so please be sure to read them before continuing.
Another AU series, and this one was requested (a long long time ago so I'm sorry it took so long!)
I've never written a poly fic before, so fingers crossed I do it justice. It's a modern roommate story with plenty of angst, banter, and smut. Honestly, the smut was the hardest part—trying to keep track of who's doing what almost had me pulling my hair out x
Originally, this was meant to be five parts, then it grew to eight... and well, I just had to add a ninth because the last smut scene deserved its own special moment ;)
As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Your votes and comments mean the world to me <3
note: sorry for not giving this a proper title I just didn't have it in me. Here's a little Bat boys period comfort since I've been feeling a little down the last couple of days
warnings: fluff/comfort
A rapid knock on the door startles Rhys. He’s been so caught up in paperwork he didn’t notice the time. “Come in,” Rhys yells out to his visitor.
Mor practically flies into the room. All Rhys did was blink and his cousin was over the threshold and in front of his desk. He rears back a little in shock, staring at Mor’s cheery yet scared face.
“Hi, I have something to tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out. Because everything is fine,” she rushes out. Rhys feels like he’s being thrown around the room by the speed of Mor’s voice alone. “Ok, tell me then.” Rhys demands before Mor can get another word out. Though he’s not sure what’s happening.
Mor takes a deep breath like she’s about to make a big confession. “Y/n is fine,” not a fantastic way to start in Rhys’s eyes. “She just…passed out a little,” Rhys shoots up from his chair, cutting Mor off. Instead of yelling questions he opts to run straight for the bedroom. He reaches out to Cassian and Azriel in his mind, summoning them home from wherever they are.
Before Rhys breaks down the door he composes himself and gently pushes into the room. The lights are all off and the curtains drawn. Rhys’ shoulders release some tension when you move under the covers, making a small groan. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your curled up form, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “My little darling,” he coos. “Are you alright? Mor told me what happened.” You groan again, turning to face Rhys.
A pout forms on your lips as you look up at him. Rhys lets out a small aww, brushing stray hairs away from your face. Azriel and Cassian rush into the bedroom, their chests heaving signaling they hustled back in a panic. “Oh, sweetpea,” Cassian sighs out. He toes off his boots and doesn’t hesitate to climb into bed, pulling you to his chest. Azriel silently sets himself down next to Rhys. His shadows ghosting over you making sure you’re healthy for their own sake. “Are you alright my love?” Azriel asks.
You nod your head against the pillow. “I’m ok,” you say, your voice sounding a little weak. Rhys holds the back of his hand to your forehead then your cheeks. His face pinches at how warm you feel. “My cycle came early and the pain hit me hard.” You say. Your three mates grimace in unison. “Did you get hurt when you fainted?” You shake your head at Rhys. Truthfully, if you were hurt you wouldn’t know since all you can feel is the ache from your cramps.
“Do you have cramps?” Cassian asks as Azriel asks, “Can we get you anything?”
“Can I have water and some juice please? And some crackers?” Azriel presses a kiss to your forehead with a promise of coming right back. You tilt your head back to look at Cassian, pout still on your lips. “My cramps are really bad. Will you rub my tummy Cass?”
“Of course sweetpea,” Cassian says. His big, calloused hands massaging your lower stomach giving you some relief. You melt into Cassian’s hold, your eyes fluttering shut at the warmth radiating off his skin.
“I’ll get you something for the pain.” Rhys whispers, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom for a tonic. After downing the nasty liquid you give Rhys another sad look. “Will you all cuddle with me?” There’s nothing in the world that would make Rhys, or any of your mates for that matter, say no to you. Especially when you’re hurting. “Of course we will, darling.”
Rhys slips under the covers next to you, running his fingers through your hair and scratching lightly at your scalp.
Just as you're about to doze off Azriel comes back with your drinks and crackers making you sit up a little. Az shoots you a look that has you resting against the headboard. He settles in front of you handing you the glass of water first and then some crackers to nibble on. You hold your hand out for the juice after a few bites but Azriel withholds telling you to finish the water first. You roll your eyes a little but finish it anyway, handing Az the empty glass. You sip lightly at the fruit juice before handing it to Rhys to put it aside for later. Laying back down you hold your arms open for Azriel to cuddle. He moves you to lay on his chest, Cassian moving to massage your lower back while Rhys still rubs your scalp.
“Sleep, darling.” Rhys whispers. You can’t fight the heavy feeling of your eyelids. It’s easy to drift off in the comfort of your mates. Wrapped up in their arms you already start to feel better.
Notes: I was planning on attempting to write a chapter of Over Ice but I forgot to send the doc to myself so please enjoy in the meantime.
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Day 198 Continued
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Blood rushes in your ears like waves crashing against the shore.
The tide hasn’t silenced since Eris and Nesta’s admission. Adrenaline pumps through your veins. Your thoughts have been racing since the supper you couldn’t stomach, since the moment you sat at Feyre’s bedside and took her cold hand in yours.
You don’t know how long it’s been.
Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys converse quietly by the window, the former filling in the conversation missed. Moonlight pours through the slats of the blinds and it’s like nails caressing the nape of your neck. You swear when their conversation breaks you can hear the longing moans of the Vanserra brothers in the barn, the drag of their feet against the concrete, the scrabble of their bony fingers against the gates.
The memory replays in your head. Your brows are bent tight in thought, lip tucked between your teeth, eyes pointed in Feyre’s direction but unfocused as you almost obsessively sift through the story over and over and over again.
You can feel the boys’ glances every so often, Azriel and Cassian checking on you, Rhys doing the same for Feyre. Her hand is cold, skin flush with a sheen of sweat that gives you hope her body is continuing to fight the virus. Her breathing is no longer a rattle in her chest and you swear her eyelashes fluttered as if attempting to pry her lids open.
While you wait for her to wake, the rest of you need to come up with a plan.
You’d be lying if you said the mention of a vaccine didn’t interest you. Clearly, there is something special about the blood running through the Archeron’s veins, with three of the family having survived the bite.
What you’re failing to wrap your head around is: Where is Mr. Archeron?
You’ve been guests in this manor for over two weeks and there’s been no sign of the man who had a hand in starting the apocalypse. If Nesta and Eris hadn’t mentioned him at all, you would have never known anything about Feyre’s father, nor the plague he’s spread across the world.
He resides in a lab not too far from the manor, as per Eris’ explanation when a deathly serious Azriel questioned him as soon as their story finished. Apparently, he’s working endlessly on a vaccinee, but where is he getting his supplies? Food, water, clothes, whatever materials he’s in need of in order to keep such a lab up and running. You know it’s no easy feat, with your background in healthcare. Do Eris and Lucien make supply runs for him? Does Nesta?
Most importantly, why hasn’t he come to check on his daughters?
You suppose he might not know about Feyre’s return, or the fact that she’s fighting for her life due to his mess. You squeeze her hand, tears brimming your eyes as you assess your best friend. The girl who’s been through everything with you. One hundred and ninety-eight days of pure hell, created by her father.
It must be some sort of cosmic justice, for this to be happening, but it isn’t fair to Feyre and it isn’t fair to Elain, who seems to be struggling much more than anticipated. Her bite was closer to her heart, and perhaps that’s what is affecting her recovery. If Mr. Archeron had been bitten, how has he been able to recover enough to work day and night on a vaccine?
You’re jolted from your thoughts as a hand caresses the back of your head, smoothing your hair. During your time searching for a safe place to stay, you never imagined your hair would ever be so clean again. You weren’t sure if the dirt and gore you endured would ever wash away. The memories might have been scrubbed from your skin, but they’re tattooed in your mind forever.
Peering over your shoulder, you relax into your seat at the sight of Azriel. The corner of his mouth in downturned in apology, and you reach your free hand over your shoulder to rest against his, your pointer finger tracing the grooves of his marred skin soothingly.
Rhys and Cassian join you in sitting around Feyre’s bed. The former takes his usual position on the empty side of the bed, where Rhys begins running his fingers through her brunette strands, damp with sweat. Azriel bends to kiss the crown of your head before finding a seat nearby, and Cassian takes the lounge chair brought up from the living room near the end of the bed.
“We need a plan,” Azriel begins, saying exactly what you’ve been thinking. Only, the hard set to his jaw and stone-cold look in his eyes tells you he’s come up with a different solution than where your mind has strayed.
From the corner of your eye, Rhys and Cassian share a glance.
“Az,” Rhys sighs. “We can’t just up and leave.”
“Like hell we can’t,” Azriel argues, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “This situation isn’t safe, and you know it.”
And…he has a point. If it were any other circumstance and Feyre’s family wasn’t involved and she was actually able to open her eyes for more than a microsecond, you’d consider Azriel’s idea. You chew your lip. The thought of fleeing again when there might just be an answer for everything you’ve been praying for for nearly the past two-hundred days…well, that sounds appealing as well.
Plus, the chance to be saving a number of survivors? It’s almost a no-brainer for you.
“Beron’s dead,” Cassian says, and you shudder at the name alone. At the very least, a vaccine could help slow the progression of the virus, and hopefully—eventually—the world might build itself back up again. No more fighting for survival…if it works. “So at least there’s that.”
“But there’s still one crazy motherfucker out there,” Azriel bites back, clearly not taking his boyfriend’s side. Your gaze ping-pongs between Cassian’s soft features and Azriel’s harsh ones. “And he’s been right under our noses this entire time.”
“He’s trying to help,” you murmur softly, and Azriel’s wild gaze swings your direction. Hurt flashes in his hazel eyes before that all too familiar steel wall is back in place, shutting you out like you’re nothing but a zombie before him. Your heart pinches in your chest. You understand his need to want to protect those he cares about, but it still hurts.
“Don’t tell me you’re on their side of this.” His voice doesn’t waver, is cloaked in ice.
You respond softly, evoking carefulness to your tone. He won’t outright pack his things and leave the rest of you to deal with this, but Azriel will shut himself down if it comes to that. “If there’s even a chance at a vaccine—”
“No.” He shakes his head, turning his attention away. Frustration bubbles in your gut at his dismissal. Cassian sits straighter in his chair, features pinched in concern. His gaze flickers between the both of you, unsure of who he should go to. “Not a chance in hell.”
“I can help!”
“No.”
“Azriel—”
He all but bares his teeth. “I said no. Something isn’t right about this situation, in case the zombies in the barn didn’t tick that off for you.”
Your lips part but no words come out, they’re trapped at the bottom of your throat, but your disbelief shows as clear as day across your features. Your sinuses sting at his brashness, something you once found annoying beyond belief, and then endearing, but right now, Azriel’s attitude is abysmal. He is not the man you fell in love with.
Instead of responding, you set your jaw and tear your gaze away, settling it on Feyre instead. As you take stock of yourself in the silence of the room, you realize you’ve unconsciously squeezed her hand tighter in response to the conversation. Forcefully, you relax your fingers.
And hers squeeze back.
Your anger melts away in favor of a gasp, then you’re scooting to the edge of your seat, ignoring the heat of Azriel’s body against yours as all three men stand from their chairs to gather closer.
“What?” Rhys asks, unable to mask his frantic tone. “What is it?”
“I—” You trail off, the words stuck in your throat. Despite the fact that you could swear on your life her fingers just twitched, she stays so still at the commotion of you and the rest of your group that you’re suddenly unsure if you’ve imagined it. Swallowing harshly, you give her another soft squeeze. “Fey?”
She doesn’t move except for the soft rise and fall of her chest.
Your shoulders droop and you all but wither into your chair, shaking your head. “Sorry,” you croak to Rhys, “I just thought she—”
Your name is spoken on a rough whisper just loud enough to plunge the room into silence.
Your head whips to Feyre’s face, where her lashes flutter in her struggle to lift her lids. Your heart hammers in your throat at the weakened grip around your fingers, as if she used every ounce of energy she had to do it the first time.
Pale blue eyes blink harshly, trying to bring the room into focus. Your throat clogs with emotion as Feyre rasps, “Rhys?”
“Feyre?” Rhys whispers in disbelief. The frozen shock on his features would make you smile, if you weren’t experiencing the same. Within a nanosecond, his features fracture, blinking harshly to avoid crumbling completely. Rhys snaps into action, gently running his hands down Feyre’s arm and scooping her hand into his, raising it to his lips. “Feyre, I’m right here, Darling.”
Her throat bobs, eyebrows pinching with a painful swallow. It takes some effort, but her head falls to the side, where she gives Rhys a soft smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He laughs wetly. You avert your gaze at the sight of a tear rolling down his cheek, your chest tight. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?”
Feyre’s laugh is a rasp in her chest, something you’d be more concerned about if she didn’t actively wake up from a near-death experience. With each breath, her chest rises and falls stronger, steadier. You’ll give her a more thorough examination later, after she and Rhys reunite.
Carefully and quietly, you rise from your chair. Cassian and Azriel follow you to the door. When you pull the door open to give them their privacy, you hear Feyre’s response.
“Deal.”
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“I’m doing this,” you argue, pulling the covers back later. You and Azriel have argued incessantly about this since the moment you reached the basement, foregoing telling the rest of the household about Feyre’s awakening. Rhysand can mention it later.
You and Azriel had only taken a break from your bickering on the subject when you left the basement with an abrupt shout over your shoulder, your frustration clear in your tone, “There’s nothing you can do to stop me!” before subsequently shutting the door behind you a little harder than necessary. You glared at the door, listening for footsteps that didn’t follow. You figure it’s because Cassian stopped Azriel from storming after you to continue your conversation.
With a hefty sigh, you’d turned toward the staircase leading to Feyre’s bedroom to check on her, all to be met with Lucien, a glass of juice halfway to his mouth, lips parted and eyes wide at the commotion.
You couldn’t even muster a fake smile to give him as you passed, muttering a half-assed apology on your way passed.
Feyre appeared fine, a soft, loving smile on her face when you entered the room, her face only inches from Rhysand’s. He startled when he heard your soft knock on the door. The fight from your argument with Azriel eased from your shoulders at the sight of her, alive and well despite her bloodshot eyes and weak limbs.
You assessed her, and as if they could sense the tension, they were silent as you worked, making sure your friend was okay. She caught your hand and squeezed it tightly, and your gaze found hers quickly. The softness of her smile made you sniff against the affronting prickling in your sinuses. Your best friend survived, and she is on the mend.
But as soon as you found yourself in the basement again, ready for bed, Azriel was waiting for round two.
You feel sorry for Cassian’s neck, which must surely hurt with the way his head keeps swiveling between you and Azriel as your conversation reaches heated levels again.
“You’re not,” Azriel fights, frozen a few feet from the bed. His fingers are curled into white-knuckled fists, his anger palpable from under the cozy covers that do nothing to shield you from his scrunched features. “You can’t do this alone; we don’t know the first thing about the man except that he began the fucking apocalypse. If he did that, why wouldn’t we except that he’d be equally capable of doing something worse?”
“Then come with me!” Your voice raises in exasperation. Exhaustion cloaks your body, dragging your eyelids shut. All you want is to goddamn sleep. The throbbing behind your eyes isn’t going to allow you to sleep tonight, so you sit up abruptly, saying your last piece. After this, you don’t plan on speaking until tomorrow. If Azriel wants to keep arguing, he’ll be wasting his breath. “But if there’s any chance that all this,” you wave your hands frantically, gesturing to the world around you. “Can end, then I have to try.” Your voice thickens, fear and determination all in one. “I have to try for all of us.”
Your plea of ‘because I can’t lose either of you,’ goes unsaid. Azriel catches it anyway.
Azriel stares, silent for a long time. Long enough that you give up on him responding at all, falling back to the bed and pulling the blankets up to your stinging eyes, giving him your back. You don’t have the energy to deal with this conversation any longer. Maybe tomorrow when you’ve rested, but not tonight. Your decision is made.
“C’mon, Az,” Cassian says gently, lifting the covers on the other side. The mattress dips beneath his weight, as he settles in the middle, intent on playing buffer between the both of you tonight. You silently will Cassian to pull you into his chest so his warmth and comfort might help you drift to sleep. “Leave it alone tonight.”
You think he might actually listen, but why would he? It’s Azriel, and he’s been stubborn since the day you met.
You hear footsteps, and your body relaxes into the plush mattress, the fight eking from your body. Only, you startle when he sits on the bed near the curve of your body. You don’t pull down the sheets to peek, don’t have it in you. All you want is to catch a few z’s before you wake in the morning and talk to Nesta about assisting her father.
To help find a cure, you’re going to have to be well-rested.
Azriel’s hand finds yours beneath the covers, and despite your unhappiness with him, you clutch him tightly. You’ve never argued like this before, not even when you first met. There’s a minute tremble to his hand, one that makes your heart clench.
He’s worried.
Of course you understand. You’re just as terrified that Mr. Archeron has ulterior motives. You recognize his strength in the lab, don’t understand the innerworkings of how he came up with such a thing or how to potentially create a vaccine, but there is one thing you do understand about the man, and that’s that you’d also do anything for love.
“I don’t like it,” Azriel says, voice ragged with emotion. Your own throat tightens in sympathy.
“You don’t have to. You just have to support me in this,” you answer softly, moving the sheet to stare up at him. You can do this. You must.
His jaw is as sharp as a razor, and he studies you just intently, hazel eyes flickering back and forth between yours.
You can see his mind racing behind those eyes, the worry that flickers through them that makes your heart flutter. He loves you, and you him. You love Cassian, too, who scoots closer to cocoon you in warmth.
You want to prove it to them both.
You’re not sure if Azriel is going to lean down and kiss you or continue this discussion.
“Okay,” he nods softly, holding your gaze. “I support you in this,” he says your name tenderly, and your heart swells. “Go save the world.”
Im not sure if your taking requests for your bingo card, but if so, could you please please please do a daddy kink bat boy story? There are absolutely none that exist with all three of them with a daddy kink, and not just the word, but like daddy dom? Maybe also omegaverse???
Author's Note: I liked writing this one, there's never enough poly!batboys imo 🤭 I hope you like it, sorry that it's so late 😬 but better late than never I suppose lol
Daddies
Bat Boys x Reader, daddy kink
Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist
Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, lemme know if I missed something
18+ only pls
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You rolled over in bed, searching for the warm body that you knew should be there, but were met with cold sheets. Your head popped off of the pillow as you looked at the empty space, a frown falling over your face.
"Dada?" you asked, looking around the room to see where he'd gone to. It was then that you noticed none of your partners were in bed with you anymore. Your frown deepened as you slid out of the covers, shivering at the cold air. A dressing gown went over your bare body, the ribbon tied into a bow just how you liked and your bunny slippers on your feet. Normally, your mates would dress you.
"Papa?" You were met with no response, the hallway empty of your mates. "Daddy?" You padded down the hall, getting poutier by the second. "Where are you?" you whined.
It was only when you were in the kitchen that you found them, each of them working to prepare breakfast.
"You left me alone, daddies," you pouted, standing with your arms crossed in the doorway. Three heads snapped to look in your direction, two violet and four hazel eyes landing on you.
"You weren't supposed to be awake, baby," Rhys said, abandoning his task of cooking pancakes once he lifted the last out of the pan. "We wanted to surprise you."
"For what?" Your lips were still pulled into a pout, but the idea of a surprise had you peeking up slightly.
"For being our good little girl," Cassian said from where he was still cooking bacon, hazel eyes roving over you appreciatively.
"Hmm... I'm still mad at you," you sighed, letting yourself fall into Rhys's arms. Your nose just barely reached the crook of his neck, and you melted into him at his scent. "Morning Papa."
"Good morning to you too, baby," he said, arms holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back, just how you liked.
"Where's my hug?"
"In a minute, dada," you murmured into Rhys's chest. "Papa smells yummy today."
"Did you want a different surprise?" Rhys asked quietly in your ear, heat rushing between your thighs at what he was suggesting. You smiled brightly and nodded, a giggle escaping you when he hauled you into his arms.
"Hey!" Cassian yelled, and you saw him drop the spatula he was holding and move to follow, only to be stopped by Azriel's hand on his chest.
"Finish cooking the bacon, Cass. Then you can join us," Azriel said, his words growing fainter the closer that you got to the bedroom. You felt his shadows swirl around you, the only way that you knew Azriel was close.
Rhys set you on the bed gently, untying your dressing robe like a present on Solstice morning. "You're such a pretty girl, darling," he sighed, immediately spreading your thighs and sliding between them. "And such a pretty cunt, too."
His mouth was on you as Azriel moved over the bed, coming to claim your mouth. "Daddy," you sighed when his lips left yours, one hand coming to thread through his hair, the other through Rhys's.
"Hey, baby girl. You feeling good?" You nodded then moaned at the first flick of Rhys's tongue against your clit. Azriel's chuckle against your neck sent a wave of heat through you, doubled by his teeth biting down gently on the sensitive flesh.
"Gods, I take five minutes and you've already claimed her cunt, Rhys," Cassian chuckled, taking the space on your other side in the next moment. His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and biting softly while his fingers played with your other breast.
Azriel paused his ministrations on your neck to respond, "Papa always does that, right baby?"
You nodded, gasping when a thick finger pressed inside of you, quickly followed by a second. "Pa-" your moan was cut off by Cassian's lips, your hands slipping from your other mates' hair to grip his instead. Your eyes screwed shut when Azriel's mouth covered your breast, teeth nipping at your sensitive bud. Cassian swallowed your moans, keeping your mouth occupied while Rhys and Azriel drove you to the edge.
A third finger slid into you with no resistance, and all it took was Rhys's fingers curling inside of you to have you at your peak, body going rigid with pleasure. Your daddies worked you through it, their gentle grip bringing you back to reality.
"You up for more, princess?" Daddy asked, his scarred fingers brushing over your cheek with reverence.
"Mm... Mhm," you moaned, well aware that Papa's fingers were still inside of you, stilled and waiting. "I want Dada first," you demanded, ready to reward him for the cooked bacon that you knew you'd be eating later. His patience in not running after you made him deserving after all.
"Good, I've been looking forward to pinning you down all morning," Cassian growled, nearly shoving Rhys from between your legs, shedding his pants as he went. He pressed the head of his cock into you, giving you a moment to adjust before he forged his was forward. You were breathless beneath him, hands clutching at the sheets. "You can take it, baby, just relax for dada, okay?"
You managed to nod, words escaping you for the moment. Your hands were pinned above your head a moment later, your other mates taking control of the rest of you.
"You gonna be good and take my cock, doll?" Azriel asked, already freeing himself from his pants. You nodded, gasping when his fingers pinched your nipple harshly. "Answer me."
"Y- yes, daddy," you said, just managing to push the words out before his cock was at your lips. You opened wide, letting him take what he needed from you, doing your best to control your gag reflex.
"Such a good girl for us," Rhys purred, his free hand playing with your breasts.
Already, you were overwhelmed with pleasure as your daddies used you. The way Azriel fucked your mouth without a care for your lungs made you clench around Cassian's cock, drawing a groan from him.
"Such a tight little pussy, baby. Are you going to come for me again?" You tried to nod, but Azriel's fingers threaded through your hair and held you fast, chasing his own release.
Pleasure built and built within you, bursting when Cassian lifted your hips slightly, somehow managing to reach even further within you.
You shook in their hold, desperate for air as Azriel spilled himself down your throat. You gasped when he pulled out, sucking down air greedily while your pleasure was drawn out by Cassian's cock, still moving within you. One peak rolled into the next, amplified when Cassian stilled inside of you with a groan, warmth flooding your core.
"My turn," Rhys said, pushing Cassian off of you without warning. "I want you to ride me, darling. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Papa," you moaned, following Rhys's guiding hands to straddle his hips. Your thighs were still shaking, but the hungry look in his eyes had you forgetting all about them.
Summary: Morrigan convinces Reader to indulge in her fantasies with the three winged Illyrians, the ones that the reader resents for the way they treat her home court, the hewn city.
Warnings: smut | minors dni | 18+ only | p in v | riding | mating press | multi-orgasm | dirty talk | foursome (f, m, m, m) | and probably a lot others
A. Note: Thank you my lovely Lex (@lexluvswriting) for helping me finish this because I was STRUGGLING but I’m happy with how it turned out in the end :)
8.1k words .. half of it’s smut, whoops.
Rita's was packed full of lusting fae and grinding figures, every single body in the pleasure hall was glistening with sweat beneath the dim lighting as they continued to rut against each other.
I was sat in the corner of the building, at a small booth I was sharing with Morrigan, gossiping about our relationship issues over a few too many glasses of wine.
Mor was one of the only people I could tolerate ever since Rhys dragged me out of the Court of Nightmares and to Velaris. I hadn't had much of a choice, the moment he found out I was his mate, he felt some form of entitlement to me, he was fortunate he wasn't ripping me away from anything special, less fortunate when he realized I held the mating bond with his two best friends as well. All three of them, sanctioned to me, a female who had no intention of ever accepting any of their bonds.
Mor was from the hewn city as well, born and raised in that wretched court. It made it easier to talk to her, she understood what I meant when I said it felt like I was living a lie, too good to be true and she knew what I meant when I tried to explain my fear of the ever-imposing threat that it'd be ripped out right from under me at any moment. No one could truly understand the way she could, and though my resentment towards the inner circle was much stronger than hers, she made an effort to relate and be there for me.
"So, how are the boys?" Mor grins suggestively before taking a sip from her drink. I groan, slumping into my seat as I think about the three very annoying males she was referring to.
"Desperate," I grumble and she chuckles into her glass.
"How so?" She smiles, leaning onto her hand propped up by her elbow. "Give me some examples," She urges.
I shake my head with an eye roll, saying, "I don't have any." She gives me an undefeated look, a raise of her brows telling me she was waiting for me to go on. "The stories are too long," I argue but she still remains unwavering.
"Good thing we've got time," She leans back in her seat, getting comfortable as if she was prepared to stay in the pleasure hall with me all night. "Start with Rhys."
Rhysand had a tendency of showing up to the house of wind unannounced, quite a lot. So much so that the male has probably been in this house more than his own. To be fair, he was the one paying for it so I suppose this was just as much his house as any of his other residences, but ever since I started living here his visits began to grow personal. I've only been residing in Velaris for a few months now but he still made it his mission to see me at least every other day. Each time he welcomed himself into the large house he'd have some sort of gift with him, tonight was no exception.
I didn't startle when I heard the front door open, and I barely even flinched when his baritone voice crooned from the direction of the couch as I entered the sitting room. He had his long legs stretched across the couch, his head tilted back against the armrest, and his arms crossed over his chest.
"Evening, darling," He drawls and I look at him with an indifferent expression.
"It's the middle of the night," I grumble, going into the kitchen and grabbing a cup from the cabinet.
"I knew you were awake," He intoned and I rolled my eyes, filling my glass up with cold water.
"I'm about to go to bed," I claim, approaching the sitting room to look at him. He angles his head to meet my gaze, a sloppy smirk on his lips.
"Can I join?" He bats his eyelashes dramatically and I debate splashing my freshly poured water into his face. I decide not to, instead silently turning on my heel and retreating down the hallway. He shuffles off the couch and follows right behind me but I pay him no mind. I push open my bedroom door, leaving it open for his entry, because even if he agitated me it'd be a lie to say I disliked his attention. I was a simple female, and making him chase me like this so successfully was amusing, if not a little cruel.
"I have a gift for you," He informs in a sing-song tune.
"When do you not?" I say, placing my water down onto my nightstand and crawling into my large bed, Rhys had insisted on the size when we went furniture shopping so it could fit his wings, I had ignored his foolish assumption that he would ever sleep in my bed, but let him buy me the most expensive mattress anyway.
He reaches into a pocket dimension and removes a flat, rectangular, velvet box, one made for holding tiaras.
"I don't want your money Rhys," I sigh, watching as he situated himself on my bed, his long legs on either side of my hips, encasing me as I practically sit in his lap. "It's not money," He puts a hand up, waving me off. "I don't want your jewels or crowns either," I huff as he places the velvet box directly in front of me.
"It's not— just open it, will you?" His eyes plead with me more than his words. I stifle a curse and pick the ornate box up. It was heavier than I had been expecting, my brows crease as I slowly tilt the lid open, revealing what was inside. It wasn't money or gems, or even a fancy tiara, but a sleek dagger.
The hilt was solid obsidian, embellished with gold detailing, so well crafted it almost felt wrong to be in my hands. Deep red rubies adorned the top of the hilt in a teardrop shape, pointing up to the blade that's been polished to an impossibly sharp edge, Illyrian steel based upon the rich color of the metal. It was utterly elegant, in such a lethally arresting way.
I take the dagger from its confining box, my touch is delicate as I admire it from all angles, the blade moves so fluidly like the steel morphed into liquid when moving through the air. "You like it?" Rhys' voice breaks me from my trance and I grip the hilt a little tighter, looking up at him with an innocent gaze.
"It's unlike anything I've seen before," I murmur, still entranced by its beauty and the way it moved. He smiled at that, proud of himself for finding a way to impress me.
"It's an heirloom," He confesses and my expression drops, looking up at him.
"I can't take this," I immediately say, attempting to shove the dagger back into his hands.
"Sure you can," He sighs. "I have no use for it, and I heard you have a collection of pretty blades," He says, leaning back on his palms and ignoring the way I was haphazardly thrusting the dagger toward him.
"No, Rhys," I declare and his ears perk at the use of his nickname, he's been only Rhysand specifically for the last few months. "I can't, you're only doing all of this because we're supposed to be mates," I say. "I'm not worthy of your gifts, you're just blinded by the effects of the bond,” I say but my explanation must’ve failed to reach his ears because his smile simply remains.
"Darling, I'm a powerful male, if I didn't want the mating bond to affect me I wouldn't let it," He says cockily and I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling at his pride. "I'm doing this, because I want to, it's that simple," He places his large hands on mine, closing my fingers around the dagger. "But, if you don't want it then—" He starts and I shake my head hurriedly. "No, no I do want it," I grip his hands tighter and his brows raise a fraction. "Perfect," His smile returns, but his hands don't let go of mine and maybe for a moment I let myself indulge in his comforting touch.
"And you're telling me the two of you didn't fuck after that?" Mor questioned, an appalled look on her face as I ended my story about the High Lord.
"He gave me a blade, it wasn't exactly getting me hot and bothered," I scoff and she smirks.
"He could've given you another blade," She murmured under her breath but it wasn't quiet enough for me to miss. "Mor!" I look at her with wide eyes but she only snickers.
"Okay, I'm not totally convinced you dislike him, but tell me about Cass," She urges and I deadpan.
"Are you going to make sex jokes again?" I raise an assuming brow.
"No promises," She croons. "Now tell me about him."
Cassian loved to strut around half-naked. His shirt was often absent when I was around. It was an obvious ploy to swoop me off my feet, to get me drooling over his more than impressive abdomen and his arms that could crush my head in. And perhaps I did drool over him in the solitude of my bedroom, but I'd never let him know that.
I was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying my dinner when I nearly choked on my bite of food as Cassian strolled in, clad in nothing but pants and glistening in sweat from training. His hair was tied up in a messy bun that sat at the back of his head, a sword half the size of me slung over his shoulder in a sheath. I swallow my food with effort, my eyes unable to avert from every expanse of skin starting below his neck.
"Hey sweetheart," He says, kicking the front door shut. I snapped my gaze to his but the smirk on his face made it evident that he caught me staring. "Did you make dinner?" He asked, propping his sword up against the side of the counter. I didn’t make dinner, he knew that, because if I had I would be retroactively accepting the mating bond, he just wanted to put the idea in my head.
"Az did," I say through bites, the shadow singer beside me, silently reading a book, successfully not paying Cassian any mind unlike me.
"Is it any good or do you miss my cooking?" He asks with an amused smile, earning him a glare from the spymaster.
"It's delicious," I say, taking another large bite. I hadn't meant to indirectly compliment Azriel but he slightly smiled at my insult on Cassian, then returning to his reading.
The other male grumbled beneath his breath like a toddler throwing a fit as he made himself a plate that seemed more like a feast fit for a starving man, walking to the table and sitting down directly in front of me.
"You're not going to change?" I ask and he raises a brow and looks down at himself.
"Do you, want me to?" He said, slightly confused.
"Well, what if I started showing up to dinner shirtless?" I cross my arms with a scowl, Cassian's eyes light with amusement and Azriel begins to choke on his own air, muffling his coughs as he stuffed his face into his arms.
"I don't think we'd mind," Cassian winked at me and I looked down at my plate, silently cursing myself for walking right into that one.
"I just think it's bad table manners, is all," I murmur, leaning onto my hand as I roll my food over with my fork, playing with it aimlessly.
"If it has that much of an effect on you, I'll go change," He begins to stand and I whip my gaze up, staring at him with creased brows, not wanting him to think I was entirely bothered by it.
"It doesn't have an effect on me," I blurt out and a smirk curves his lips.
"Then I won't change," He sits back down.
"Fine," I say.
"Fine," He agrees.
Dinner went on a regularity from there, that was until I was clearly done with my food and I hadn't retreated to my room like usual, instead, I was far too distracted analyzing all the scars on Cassian's tanned skin, the ones that had stories behind them that I'd most likely never hear, the ones I would've never seen if he hadn't come home without a shirt.
His chest was on full display, rippling in muscle, a tight abdomen that would have me lying if I said my mouth wasn't watering when I stared at it for a moment too long. And gods, his arms made my thoughts wander beyond just arousal, it was more than a craving. My hands were practically shaking in my lap and I was just grateful they were beneath the table.
My eyes snag on a particular scar cutting across his ribs and up to his sternum, it must've been a mess of blood and gore when he got it, only for it to heal over as a simple line slightly darker than his skin tone, beautiful.
"I got it in a duel," Cassian said and I whipped my head up, locking eyes with him.
"What?" I say, my back ramrod straight, visibly embarrassed by the fact that I was just caught for staring so unabashedly.
"My scar," He places a hand over it, tracing two fingers down the raised skin with a practiced, rehearsed movement like he's down it thousands of times before. "It was from an angry husband, his wife neglected to mention she was married and he took some offense towards our, familiarity." He explained. "Insisted on a duel," He shrugged, and I blinked in slight shock.
"You, lost a duel?" I said like the idea was obscene. "Aren't you considered one of the best swordsmen on the continent?" I raised a brow and he shrugged.
"Seemed like the right thing to do," He flashed a charming smile that's guaranteed to have dropped panties before. "You're ridiculous," I said, standing up and grabbing my plate, walking into the kitchen to place my dishes in the sink. The Illyrian followed after me with his own plate, reaching over me and placing it in the basin beside mine.
I whirl around, which turned out to be admittedly a mistake. His bare chest was so close to my face that it was an effort to crane my neck up, keeping eye contact and not letting myself crumble beneath his gaze. "What do you think?" He asks and my eyes regrettably flick down to the scar, and I can't help myself as I reach forward, my fingers brushing over the rough line of skin and I swear for a moment both of us stop breathing. I tentatively pull my hand away, looking up at him with a smirk.
"I think you have enough testosterone to fuel an army," I hum, patting his chest before pushing past him and removing myself from the kitchen, attempting to ignore the way my hand remembered the feel of his skin against it.
Cassian turned to Azriel as soon as I was out of earshot. "That's a good thing, right?" The male mutters with a line between his brows. Azriel's eyes flick up from his novel to look at his brother. "I don't think so, no." He shakes his head, then returns to his page while Cassian's shoulders slump in defeat and he retreats to his room to find a shirt.
"You're telling me, you had your hand on Cassian, the male pushing seven feet, skin to skin and you didn't immediately surrender?" Morrigan says, her brows creased as she grows increasingly worried about my well-being. "Are you sick or something?" She reaches over the table, pressing a hand to my forehead and I scoff, the annoyed sound turning into a laugh as I push her hand away.
"I'm not sick," I claim. "Just a female who has no interest in large, muscular, beautiful, tan males," I grumble, taking a sip from my glass, my voice trailing off as I go on about how truly magnificent they are.
"Right," She settles back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, unconvinced. "So," She smirks. "I know you've been saving the best for last," She leans forward, her grin uncontrollable as she rests her elbows on the table while she insists, "Tell me about Azriel."
My experience in Velaris so far was enjoyable— despite the three winged males, the people were kind here, the men didn't stare, the children weren't sickly, and the women held more value than the curvature of their bodies. It was nice here, like some false paradise.
A small part of me would forever hate Rhys and all the others living in his secret city for blindly living their perfect lives, while innocent people dreaded waking up every morning— because the best time they spent was unconscious, in their horrid city just below the mountain, only a short trip away. Such a drastic shift of atmosphere.
Sometimes when my guilt of being happy began to grow too unbearable I found myself in the library. The first and only place so far I've felt entirely safe. It was quiet here, enough to clear my thoughts, but not enough for unwanted ones to creep in. Priestesses bustled around the building with carts and stacks of books, keeping the tenor lively and welcoming.
So it was a shock when my safe space was suddenly and harshly ripped away from me when I saw a familiar winged Illyrian sitting in the spot I always chose. It wasn't mine by any means, but the bastard must've known this was the alcove I selected every time I came here, there was no way he just so happened to favor this spot as well with the amount of floors alone this place had.
"Move," I was particularly upset this morning due to lack of sleep from incessant nightmares. He only smirks, his eyes slow as they left the book he was so engrossed with, and dragged up to my features. Hazel pools flickering with amusement as he meets my gaze.
"Oh? Is this your spot?" He tilts his head mockingly and I grip my book harder.
I disliked Rhys for how he acts in the Hewn City, and Cassian for his overtly boisterous and arrogant behavior, but Azriel— no one quite got under my skin like Azriel. I couldn't exactly pin down why he made me so frustrated, perhaps it was because he would be the easiest to like, or maybe it was because I always thought he was the prettiest whenever they'd make their annual appearance in my home court, something about that particular fact made me hot with both rage and excitation.
"Well, I haven't exactly seen you sitting here before," I argue, clutching my book to my chest with furrowed brows.
"Fair point," He hums while scooting over and offering me a few more inches of space. It wasn't exactly the largest amount of seating area but he was kind enough to move, and I was far too tired to continue arguing. So I settled in beside him.
The spot I favored over all the others was nestled in a carved-out alcove, hidden from any peering eyes, located between shelves full of various hardback spines. The only viewpoint was from the balcony upstairs, or straight ahead. It felt safe, and I've yet to find any other place I liked as much as this one, so I was open to sharing as long as he kept to his book and I kept to mine, silently.
But the olive green couch wasn't big enough for the both of us and I quietly cursed his insanely large wings for taking up the entire area, one of the dark limbs spread out behind me while the other hung off the edge of the couch, the one behind my back however forced me closer to him, my side pressed against his, and my legs that I had pressed to my chest leaning onto his lap, so much so that I might as well have just been sitting in it, we must've looked ridiculous.
Nevertheless, he opened his book back up and offered me the peaceful quiet I craved. I did the same, cracking my book and finding the page I was on.
It was nice for a moment, the awkward silence morphing into something more comfortable as it grew familiar between us. I had even gotten a few chapters in before I reached a much more, graphic, chapter. The descriptions were downright erotic, and suddenly everything the male did stopped mattering because I was now entirely consumed by the book I had randomly picked off the shelves this morning.
"What are you reading?" He was so very close to my ear that I felt his breath against it, and I snapped my book shut, the sound echoing off the shelves of the quiet library.
"None of your business," I retort, whipping my head to him with stern brows, he narrows his at me suspiciously. "What about you?" I jerk my head towards his closed book like it's been neglected for more than just a few seconds. "Is it a guide on how to kill your brothers? Because I might be interested in reading that one next," I say with a smirk and he mirrors it.
"I wish, Cass practically kicked me out this morning with his atrocious singing while he made himself lunch," He grumbled and my lip quivered upward, my amusement unmanageable at the scene he put in my head, and I cursed myself because, of course, he notices.
"Oh, you think I'm funny?" He says and he was so damned close that one inch closer would result in noses brushing.
"Shh." I press my pointer finger to his soft lips. "No talking in the library." I smirk at him teasingly, removing my touch from his sensuous lips, dragging the bottom one down only for it to spring back up when I let go in an oddly satisfying way.
"We don't have to talk," He suggests, catching my hand before it can fall to my lap. My cheeks grow hot as he interlaces our fingers, palms pressing together, soft skin against scars. He notices my blush and moves that lethal inch closer, the tip of his nose ghosting against mine. "You want to kiss me so badly," He continues his taunts and I scowl, but I don't dare move away.
"Shut up," I bite back.
"Are you going to make me?" He arches a perfect brow and I grit my teeth, deciding I won't play his stupid games. I detangle our hands and turn away from him, but I can still feel his eyes on me.
"You're just as bad as your brothers," I claim, opening my book again.
"You wound me," He gasps in faux pain and I roll my eyes.
"Aren't you supposed to be the quiet one?" I huff, attempting to find the page I was on.
"Just because they're loud doesn't mean I don't speak too," He states, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Whatever," I grumble, and his wing curls around me a little tighter. He stayed silent for a moment, just a moment of relieving peace, but it was over as soon as it began and I was grateful for the second, but the opposite of gratitude came over me when he spoke again.
"This is filthy, love," He runs his finger down the edge of my book and I close the novel again, this time quietly so it doesn't reverberate throughout the library again.
"I'm not shaming you," His voice is deep and seductive as he speaks, so very close to my ear I swear with every word I could feel it vibrate down my spine. "Just wanted to let you know I'm open to recreating it," He suggested and I sighed, deciding I'd had enough of his banter, and stood up, clutching my book to my chest as I looked back to him.
"You're relentless," I say and he shrugs with a coy smile.
"No goodbye kiss?" He hums and I only shake my head and storm out of the alcove, leaving the library more frustrated than I was when I arrived.
"And?" Mor gestures her hands, demanding more.
"That was it," I shrug.
"You didn't go back and make out with him?" She creased her brows like I was insane.
"No, because I don't need a male to enjoy my life," I say. "You are one to understand that," I suggest with my brows raising and she simply rolls her eyes with dissatisfaction.
"Yeah, but— that doesn't mean you should strip yourself the pleasure of having all three of them," She wiggles her brows and my cheeks grow hot. "Or you could just pick one and miss out with the rest," She adds, before taking a sip from her glass, the liquid inside nearly gone.
I thought it might've been impossible to just pick one. They all had their own personalities and unique qualities, and what if I somehow chose wrong? What if my decision came between the three of them? Then again why can't I just have all three of them? They're all so kind to me, and they're funny, and so very gorgeous, and— "Oh gods, I'm in love," I gasp quietly, my hand cupping over my mouth at the devastating recognition.
Morrigan only nods with a wide grin, like she's been waiting for me to realize since we sat down in this booth. "What do I do?" Suddenly I don't know how to think, or how to act.
"Put them out of their misery and feed those poor bastards," She proposed and I groaned with defiance.
“I’ve been working so hard to ignore their pathetic acts for the last five months, I can’t just give in now.” I practically melt onto the table, my head falling into my arms dramatically.
“Hey, listen to me,” She grabs me by the face, smushing my cheeks as she emphasizes every word. “Do you want them to fuck you senseless?” She asks and I sigh, but inevitably nod with a pitying frown. “Then go." She releases my face and shoos me with her hands and I smile as I stand up. “You’re the best Morrigan,” I claim and she winks at me. “I know,” She shrugs and I blow her a kiss before winnowing to where the tether between the three men felt the strongest.
Which landed me in a cabin I'd never been in before, the sitting room warmed by the crackling fire in the hearth.
Whatever conversation the three males were having halted when I showed up. They all looked at me with analyzing eyes, raking up and down my figure, still in my party dress from Rita's, the material tight, hugging every curve and dip of my body and ending high on my thighs, showing off the entirety of my legs and an obscene amount of cleavage, which the males definitely didn't miss.
Cassian and Rhys were sat on a sofa in front of the fire, Azriel was situated in a large leather chair that he claimed like some sort of king, distanced from the fire I notice. All three of them had short crystal glasses, a matching decanter sat on the coffee table halfway filled with an amber liquid.
"Hey, sweetheart," Cassian was the first to speak. "What brings you here?" He hums and I clench my jaw. What was I doing here? Silently I whirl on my heel and walk towards the kitchen, finding a bowl of fruit situated on the counter. I grabbed an orange from the variety, taking my time to peel the rind off, the three of them staring at me curiously as I approached them again, splitting the pieces of the fruit into thirds, handing each of them a slice without a single word.
"Are oranges supposed to pair well with whiskey?" Rhys held the fruit up, staring at it confused as if the High Lord truly didn't understand what was going on. He wasn't seriously going to make me say it, was he?
"Eat," I demand but they only stare at me with blank eyes and I sigh, my shoulders sagging. "Whoever's orange is gone first I'll make out with," I say and within the blink of an eye all three of their slices of fruit were gone, but I caught Azriel swallowing first so I approach him and take the liberty of sliding over his lap.
He wastes no time before putting his hands on me and pulling me into him, his lips immediately finding mine.
I smile at the citrusy taste still ghosting his tongue as he pushes it into my mouth, tasting every inch he can find like a starved animal, craving more. My hand goes into his hair while his scarred ones slowly slip beneath my dress, gripping me tightly and pinning me down onto his hips, allowing me to feel just how hard he was beneath me.
Desperate, indeed.
"Az," I whine softly and he groans at the sound, his kisses turning sloppy as he loses himself entirely in the taste of me.
"Alright," Cassian's voice calls, familiar, large hands coming to my waist and pulling me off of Azriel's lap with ease, throwing me over a broad shoulder.
"Is this what it's going to be like mated to you three?" I say, still upside down as Cassian's hands roam the backs of my thighs, then higher. "Passed around between you three like some doll?" I say, secretly not minding the idea.
"If you don't want to be passed around," He tosses me down onto a large bed. "We can always share at once," He hums and I had an unshakable feeling that I would be split in half if I took all of them for the first time, at once.
"No, I like being passed around," I say with bright red cheeks and he smirks, guiding me up onto the bed, my head meeting the pillows.
"Then who do you want first?" He hums, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Rhys," I look to the high lord. "I want Rhys," I say and the violet-eyed male raised a brow, his smirk uncontrollable as he approached the bedside. Cassian moved off of me and Rhys took his place over me, his lips finding mine with ease.
He kisses softly at first but that only last so long before he's leaving my mouth and beginning to nip and suck on my neck, licking over it to soothe the marks. I writhe beneath him, my hands in his dark hair as I ache for more. I reach for his pants, unbuckling his belt with one hand before moving to the ties confining his hardened bulge.
"No darling, you're going to ride me," He says breathily into my neck and my hand halts on his pants. He smirked at my reaction and flipped us over so I was on top. He unzips the back of my dress with ease, helps me slip it off with gentle hands as I straddle over his hips, now completely bare for all three of them, but it was only Rhys' eyes I was focused on at the moment.
I rut my hips down over the imprint in his pants, releasing a soft sigh as the action puts friction on my clit. He smiled up at me and how needy I was for him already.
He takes his pants the rest of the way off, his boxers along with it and I can't help but smile at the sight of him, his tip pulsing and red, and the length of him was intimidating enough on its own. "You think you're ready for me?" He asks, ripping my panties off with an ease I marveled at, but before I could reply to his question he swiped his fingers through my folds and my breath hitched at the stimulation, my arousal soaking his fingers, he pulls them back for me to see and I flush in embarrassment at how wet I already was.
"Oh, darling I've barely touched you," he smirks and I look away from his eyes, attempting to get my blush under control. "There's no need to be shy," He guides my face back to look at him. "Be good and take all of me, yeah?" He arches a dark brow and I nod, placing my hands on his chest as I rise on my knees while he helps align himself with my entrance.
He looks at me pointedly and I nod, then sink myself down onto him, ever so slowly.
"That's it," He grunts out as my cunt swallows around the head of his cock. He throws his head back into the pillows as I sink deeper, reaching the halfway point and clenching around him hard.
My nails scratched down his chest as the unfamiliar stretched, his eyes gleaming with pure lust until eventually my hips pressed against his and I let out a sinful moan as he brushed up against that bundle of nerves deep inside of me, kissing it softly.
"Rhys," I sigh, my nails digging into his abdomen as my cunt twitched around him. His hands come to my hips, slowly guiding me back and forth, manually making me grind on him.
"Fuck, taking me so well," He grits between his teeth, already restraining himself.
My back involuntarily arches as he kisses up against that sensitive spot again, moans tumbling from my lips as I begin to bounce myself up and down on his cock. He smiles hazily, his hands leaving my waist in favor of cupping my breasts, rubbing his calloused thumbs over my peaked nipples. My breath hitched at the sensation, clenching around him tighter as he groped them, tweaking them between his fingers, making my release barrel closer.
"So good for me, getting yourself off on my cock," He admires and I nod, a whimper slipping from my lips as I pull myself out to his tip then let gravity slam me back down onto him, the head of his length pounding into my sacred spot, making me release a lewd moan, screaming out his name as I clamp around the width of him, a ring of white forming around the base of his cock.
"Feels so, so good darling," He says breathlessly. "Such a good girl," He murmurs and I throw my head back at the praise.
"I'm close— Rhys, I can't," I pant out, unable to catch my breath with the way he relentlessly pounded into my cunt. "Me too, fuck— keep doing that," He grunted. "Keep squeezing me so tight, just like that," He instructs and I nod, my pussy taking all of him as he twitches deep inside of me, signaling that he was close.
I go faster, my thighs burning with the movement but I ignore the pain, delighting in the pleasure he was giving me. He pounds into me relentlessly, both of us teetering along that edge, and the moment his hands find my nipples again I'm left helpless, and suddenly I rise to my climax, coming to a crescendo as I meet my peak of pleasure.
I gasp as his warm cum seeps into my cunt, spurting out of his cock with one last clench of my core and he released a thick white liquid. "Gods, such a good girl," He sighs out, his large hands groping my breasts one last time before they dip down to my waist, and help guide me off of his length, laying me back into the bed.
"Cass," I murmured, keeping my legs together in order to hold Rhys' release inside of me. "Cassian, I want you next," I pant out, still not entirely over the high that Rhys left me with but I already wanted more, and lucky for me the male was there quickly, switching with Rhys as he hovers over me, his pants already absent and his cock leaking a milky substance, the sight making my mouth water. He was noticeably wider than Rhys, and I debated whether or not he'd tear me in two.
"Flip around, wanna feel your pretty pussy from behind," He hums and I do as he says, turning onto my stomach and hiking up onto my knees. His calloused hands find my hips, helping me guide them up higher, my back forming a perfect crescent as I keep my face in the pillows and maximize my arch.
"You ready for more sweetheart?" He asks and I nod, tears welling in my eyes as his heavy cock slaps against my soaking folds, my arousal dripping onto him as Rhys' release cascaded down my thighs. He lathers himself in my liquids, his pre-cum adding to the mixture.
"Want you, Cass," I murmur. "Don't hold back," I add and I can practically feel the way he was smirking. His tip prodding against my pulsing entrance.
"Tell me if it's too much alright?" He kisses my shoulder softly, his rough voice gentle as it meets my ear. I nod, but before any more words are spoken he grips my hips tighter and thrusts inside of me.
I gasp, breath being lost on me as I fist the sheets beneath me. "Cass," I cry out, the width of him stretching against my walls, molding me to him.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," He sighs out and I gripe, writhing beneath him as he pushes deeper and deeper, forcing my legs wider so he could enter more comfortably.
My breathing is labored as his hips finally snap against my ass. He groans at the feeling of his cock entirely sheathed inside of my cunt, stretching me beyond capacity like a sleeve made just for him.
"Please, Cass," I whine and he leans over me, my back bowing against his chest, his lips coming beside my ear.
"We only just started, sweetheart," He taunted, nipping at my shoulder.
Ever so slowly he pulls out, removing himself only about halfway before slamming back into me with an outmatched force. I screamed at the switch of pace, his thrusts coming quickly, pushing me up the bed.
I reached forward, gripping the headboard to stop my body from unconsciously running away from him. He drove his hips forward harshly, his balls slapping against my folds. His hands left my hips in favor of my ass, handling me roughly as I arched beneath him, feeling his width deeper the lower into the pillows I went.
"Good girl.” He throws his head back, sweat glistening as it rolls down his chest, into the groves of his abdomen. I mewl loudly, incapable of forming words as he fucks me beyond sentences.
"Such pretty noises you're making for me," He hums, his lips ghosting against the shell of my ear. "Am I making you feel good?" He whispers and I swallow thickly, tears brimming my eyes as I nod helplessly, defenseless under him like this. He smirks at my unsolicited actions as I grip around his shaft tighter, delighting in how good it feels as he stretches me.
His hands returned to the curve of my ass, gripping the plush skin in his large hands, loving the way it left red imprints, marking me as his, as theirs.
"Pull my hair," I murmur.
"What was that, pretty girl?" He leans over me and I flush shyly, I knew he heard me the first time.
"Pull my hair," I repeat and he smiles.
"Yeah? You want that?" He wraps his hand around my locks, gripping the back of my skull before tugging on it and I moan, my release catching up to me as he manhandles me, just how I wanted. His grip tightens as I squeeze around his cock, his heavy balls continuing to clap against my neglected folds. "That's it, baby, just like that," He assures, watching as I lose myself in the heat, fire blooming over my skin as my release barrels closer and closer.
"Please," Tears slip down my cheeks. "Let me cum, I’m close," I mewl, gripping the headboard tighter, my nails denting the wood.
"Already?" He teased and I nod, pushing myself back onto his cock and he grunts, twitching inside of me and brushing against my elastic walls. "Go ahead, make a mess sweetheart," He allows and I immediately follow his order, my orgasm ripping through me for the second time tonight, his following soon after, shooting his load of cum into me, filling my every crevice and mixing with Rhysand's inside of me.
I grip at the sheets as he pumps into me one last time and I clamp down on him, milking his cock as he slowly removes himself from me and collapses down onto the bed beside me.
My legs ache as I sink back down into the mattress, my intense high slowly fading away as I flip over onto my back.
I jolt as a cold sensation runs up my thighs, skidding across my waist and meeting my breasts, shadows swirling around the peaks of my nipples, slowly tightening and beginning to tweak the hardened buds.
"Az," I sigh, shaking my head. "I can't," I murmur, far too overstimulated to even think about taking another round.
"You can." He comes between my legs, shadows forming at my thighs and prying them open, forcing them to stay even when I try to close them. I can make out the way Cassian's cum seeps out of my cunt and down my ass, the feeling making my mouth water for Azriel's cum too, wanted all of their release to mix in my womb.
"There's so many things I've wanted to do to you," He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone. "Things I've imagined doing to you," He confesses, beginning to place soft pecks up the side of my neck, to my jaw. "Which one of us do you think of when you touch yourself?" He asks, his lips ghosting over mine and my brows bunch because it'd be a lie if I said I ever thought about just one of them.
"I asked you a question," He purrs, his hands coming to my wrists, gathering them up above my head. "Be a good girl and answer it for me." The tip of his nose runs along the side of my neck before his lips make contact with the side of my throat, teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh.
"All of you," I confess, pulling slightly at my wrists as he lets go but shadows have them pinned down too.
"Yeah? Do you like to imagine all three of us ruining all your pretty, wet holes at once?" He croons, his mouth just beside my ear and I writhe, unable to even grind against my own thighs since his shadows were holding me open, leaving me desperate and vulnerable for his own pleasure.
"Az," I whine.
"Tell me," He demands. "Tell me what you think about when your fingers are stuffed in your needy cunt," He hums and my brows crease at how humiliating this all was.
"I think about all three of you, fucking all my pretty holes," I confess and he smiles proudly.
"Yeah? Does that get you off?" He hums and I nod with a whimper, murmuring a pathetic, "Mhm."
His fingers are barely there as he drags them up my figure, then back down to my hips, keeping me restrained as I clench around nothing.
"I need you inside of me, please," I beg and he manically grins, kissing along my jaw, nipping at it as I continue to pull against his shadows.
"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He taunts and I nod, agreeing with whatever he wants me to as long as he pushes himself inside of me. "Yeah? Don't worry baby, I'm going to ruin you." He said, his grip tightening on my hips as he pressed his tip to my entrance, and without another warning, pushed inside of me.
I screamed his name loudly at the intense feeling, he didn't waste time and he most definitely wasn't gentle like Rhys, or kind like Cassian, he was fucking me like an animal, and I loved every second of it.
Maybe it was because I was overstimulated but he felt so fucking long inside of me, and when his length was fully sheathed in my cunt I swore he was up against my cervix.
Shadows released my thighs for only a moment so that he could adjust my legs, pulling them up to my sides and putting me into a mating press.
"Gods, you're taking me so well," He admires, staring down at me with low-lidded eyes as I let him withdraw everything he wants from me, his cock nestled deep inside of me as I take him deeper and deeper while he fucked me into the mattress, unrelenting and so very stimulating.
"That's it, so fucking good," He throws his head back at the feeling of my puffy cunt squeezing around him torturously tight. "Gods, I'm going to fuck this wet pussy until you beg me to stop," He groans and I moan at his lewd words, and the sounds of his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs, his full balls smacking into my ass as he continued his rough pace.
He looks down at me, sweat lining my forehead and a permanent blush over my cheeks, tears running down the sides of my face as he uses me.
"You look so pretty tied up like this," He smirks, analyzing my every breath, as if needing to remember this for later.
My mouth is open, moans escaping the base of my throat with each of his thrusts, the head of his long cock kissing my cervix and I scream, my nails digging into my palms as I fight off my orgasm, feeling my encroaching climax grow closer and closer.
"Az—" I start, barely able to get his name out before I'm cut off by another moan. "I have to—" I can't even say it, tears blurring my vision as he continues to pummel into me and I deflect my third release. "You already have to cum baby?" He smirks down at me and I nod, so grateful he understood but my gratitude dwindled away with his next words. "You wanna cum? You think you've earned it?"
I nod fervently, my body aching at the position he had me stuck in. I convulse around the base thick of his cock, the back of my head buried in the pillows as I plead for my climax but he wasn't allowing it until he came too.
I force my legs open wider and he hits into me deeper, earning a grunt of pleasure from him.
"I can't Az," I plead. "I promise, I'll be a good girl just, let me cum," I say and he groans at how I sounded begging for my own release, the sounds of my moans pushing him closer to that edge.
"Alright baby, go ahead, come all over my cock," He commands and I obey without another thought, my release slamming into me hard, resulting in me shaking beneath him, my legs jolting as he slowly unpins them and lets me wrap my legs around his torso, riding out my high as he presses into my cervix and with one last harsh thrust he grunts and releases his seed into my womb, mixing it with Rhysand's and Cassian's.
My cunt is left red and swollen as he removes himself from my entrance, I close my legs as soon as he was gone, not letting any of their releases escape me, keeping it tucked inside. The mating bond affected me so much that I wanted to feel this fucked out all the time, have them fill me at every moment, drunk on their cocks.
"You did so well for us," Azriel hums, sinking into the bed beside me, my ass up against him as I flip onto my side and face Cassian, his lips finding mine, biting at my lower one while Rhys' hands fondle my oversensitive breasts. "Poor baby, she thinks we're done," Azriel hums, his cock hardening again, pressing to my ass.
"Please," I whimper but none of them stop their movements.
"It's time to take us all at once, darling," Rhys said and I gasped as I felt his hand cup my heat.
"You ready, sweetheart?" Cass asks and I can only nod helplessly.
for the bat boys (or bat boys x feyre), I really wanna see rhys just tied down, desperate, and overwhelmed with pleasure. like everybody just decides to show their high lord some love!! I wanna see rhys in tears (in a good way), and they just praise him and love on him so good!! I can def see rhys having a major praise kink. feel free to ignore tho, thank you!!💖
Our Girl (Bat Boys! x Female! Reader)
Based off this ask as well
AN: HAHAHA guys I’ve been reading The L.O.R.D.S series by Shantel Tessier and I’ve been fucking loving it. Also I wrote the second half of this in a fucking Barnes and Noble cafe, I was SWEATING, but I wanted to get it done for you because I have some cool Az stuff I’m working on for you!
Summary: When Rhysand becomes High Lord the boys find themselves too busy and too well known to visit their local pleasure house. So they hire the reader to to satisfy their needs.
Things in Velaris were changing. The second the new High Lord rose to power it was like things were lighter. Shops stayed open later, the people laughed and drank at dinner more often, everything was just better. Yet in the Riverhouse at the edge of the city it seemed there were clouds stirring, in a metaphorical way of course.
No one had seen Rhysand since the night his father died, which was months ago.
The most powerful High Lord.
The most dangerous High Lord.
The most handsome High Lord
And known by the girls at the pleasure house…the most well endowed High Lord.
At least what all my coworkers were whispering around me the day I was brought to the front by the mistress who ran the place. In all honesty I thought I was in trouble, not that I had done anything wrong in the past year I had been here. But no one ever got called to her office for nothing.
I closed the door behind me to where my mistress was reading a letter, a violet wax seal stamped to the front. Her red hair and red gown complimented the scarlett of her office, of the whole pleasure house really. She claimed it was the color of passion, and demanded that we all practically bathe in it.
“You asked to see me?” I say timidly.
I couldn’t afford to lose this job, I had no family, no support system. Nothing to rely on or depend on. Sure it wasn’t the most prestigious career, but I did like it. I had always been interested in sex, fascinated with it really. The woman who lived next door to my family growing up was a sex worker. She always wore the most beautiful gowns and jewels, and lured the most handsome men to her home. My mother cursed me when I said I wanted to look like her one day but I didn’t care.
“Yes I have a letter here, from the High Lord,” she says, showing me the letter she had been reading when I walked in.
My eyes widen and the air is sucked from my lungs. What could the High Lord want with the house? Hell, what would the High Lord want with me?
“The High Lord?” I gawk, taking a step forward attempting to catch a glance at the letter.
She puts her glasses back down on her nose and reads the paper again, “yes, he asks that I send my very best girl to his townhouse at my earliest convenience.”
“And you’re picking me?” I ask, my eyes wide.
“You rake in more money than all the rest of the girls, you’re beautiful, elegant and well versed. I can think of no one better.” she explains setting the letter down on the desk.
My mind swirls, what does the High Lord want? Well sex of course, but I wasn’t one for house calls. Though I suppose he was the High Lord , he couldn’t very well walk in here with the anonymity that others could.
“Well don’t just stand there!” my mistress shouts. “Go to the townhouse before he thinks me to be a simple fool.”
I jilt from my thoughts and nod, walking briskly out the door. I bypass the other girls who are chatting about the High Lord and I wonder if any of them are aware of the letter that was sent, what his intentions might be. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
I had watched the townhouse on the hill my entire life, knew that the High Lord lived there, and constantly wondered what it might be like inside. It was like the scary house at the end of the street that children stayed away from; it had been built up to that mythical status. Except it wasn’t scary—unless you counted scarily prestigious.
As I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door a woman with dark skin and darker hair opened it and signaled for me to come in. The lush, thick, carpets gave reprieve to my aching feet. Stilettos on cobblestone was never a good idea, but what else did one wear to meet their High Lord?
She gestured to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. I took in my surroundings, for what it was worth the place was beautiful. Ornate but tasteful. Expensive but lived in. I can see why the High Lord never left. I took a deep breath but before I could even knock on the doors a deep voice, one that could only be described as Night Triumphant, beckoned me to enter.
I creaked open the door to find the High Lord busily doing paperwork at his desk. He was nothing and everything that I had expected. When the girls at the home whispered of his looks, his charm, I thought of something mythical. But the male before me? He transcended even that.
His legendary violet eyes flitted up to mine and I swore my breath caught in my throat. He sat his papers down to the side as he stood, bracing his hands on his desk. If his height didn’t make me feel small the sheer power radiating off of him did.
“My, my,” he croons, rounding the desk to lean against the front. “You are exquisite,” he says, crossing his strong arms in front of his chest.
I suddenly remember the reason I was summoned here in the first place and I put on the mask, the role I was supposed to play.
“Well my Lord, you asked for the very best.” I say smoothly taking two steps towards him. “So here I am.”
“While I love the way ‘my Lord’ rolls off that pretty tongue, feel free to call me Rhysand, you’re going to be here for a while.” he smirked, and I swore there was a star that flashed in his eye.
I nearly gulped at his words.
You’re going to be here for a while…
I had been with needy men before, made a career out of it. But this was no man, and I wondered if I could keep up with him.
“As you wish,” I say nodding my head obediently. Males like him strived for dominance, it was my job to anticipate that.
I feel a hand tilt my chin up and once again I’m met with his intense gaze. I was right about the stars, his eyes were littered with them.
“The selfish part of me wants to play with you right now, but I have a feeling my brothers would be more than angry at me for having you first,” he smirked, his breath so hot on my face I almost jumped when I realized how close he was to me.
Wait, the High Lord didn’t have brothers, he was an only child, an orphan really. “Brothers?” I ask, the question had slipped out before I could think of a better more professional way to ask.
“Well not my biological brothers, but my brothers in arms I suppose,” he smirks, releasing my chin taking a step back towards his desk again. “Cassian, the general of my armies and Azriel my spymaster.”
My breath gets caught in my throat. I had heard stories of the High Lord’s most trusted members of his court. They were large, Illyrian, and death on swift wings. My face must’ve given away my shock as Rhysand let out a low chuckle.
“Don’t worry they won’t hurt you. They are to care for you as I do, it’s all written here in your contract,” he explained, sitting down and sliding a piece of paper over the desk.
I made myself comfortable in the seat opposite of him, plucking the paper from the desk and skimming it over.
“You see,” he begins. “Becoming High Lord has been rewarding but…well…tiring. Cassian and Azriel are just as tired. We aren’t given the same anonymity we had in our youth which has made finding sexual release difficult.” he said, his cheeks blushing slightly.
“You’ll live here, I already have a room prepared for you. I’ll provide you with a salary and provide for you in any way you need. In return you provide us with your…services?” he says the last word like he can’t think of a better way to say it. How is he sexy reading my contract to me?
I set the contract on the desk, “And what are the parameters of these services?” I ask leaning forward on the desk.
Rhysand smiles leaning forward with me, “Mostly we will seek you out on our own but there will be certain times, like tonight, where we will want to share,” he grins like he can already see the scene.
I nod slowly waiting for him to add anything else and he does.
“Of course there will be safewords, though I doubt you will need them. Your mistress said you have a rather large palette,” he says and I get his meaning immediately.
I can’t help but blush, the male already knows more about me than I do him. Something that rarely ever happens in my line of work.
“She didn’t mislead you,” I say, my lips tugging into a small smile.
“Then you’ll take the job?” he asks plucking a fountain pen from its resting place.
I look at the large number with lots of zeros written under ‘Salary’, it’s more than I make in three months. I could pay off all my debts with the first two paychecks, and after that? Well the shops of Velaris wouldn’t know what hit them. I could have the life I always dreamed of, expensive silks, fancy soaps, wine aged for thousands of years. And all I had to do was sleep with the three most powerful males in the Night Court. What female could possibly say no?
“I will,” I say, plucking the pen out of the High Lord’s hands singing the marked places next to his ornate signature.
I look up to see Rhysand already staring at me, with a lust I hadn’t seen before, not in any male. How long had it been since he had sex?
He stands holding his hand out to me, “Allow me to show you to your room.”
“Are you ready to meet them?” Rhys asks with a glint in his violet eyes.
I nod.
“Good I’ll go preface in, come in when I call you,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my brow.
Gods this man was incredible. Paycheck aside, I think I would bend over backwards just to hear him call me a good girl again. Something told me I would be doing just that for the foreseeable future.
Rhysand opened the double doors and slipped in, the moment he closed it I pressed my ear to the door so that I could hear him.
“Rhys what’s this about? I have business to attend to,” I hear a deep voice rumble.
Rhys’ signature chuckle echoes off the walls, “I assure you Cassian that this is well worth your time.” he says. “Az you look tense,” he jests.
“That’s because I am.” groans another voice. “We’ve been running all around the court righting all wrongs while you sit holed up in here doing paperwork.”
“As I am well aware,” Rhys starts again. “And I don’t want to be known as the High Lord that merely takes, especially from the two males I consider to be my brothers. So, I got you a little gift.”
A pause of anticipatory silence fills the room.
“Darling won’t you come out now?” Rhys beckons me.
I open the door to find Rhys standing before two Illyrians sitting on the couch, both of them relaxed like this was their own home, and perhaps it was.
“Huh?” asked the slightly larger one, with longer black hair.
“She’s your gift, well, our gift,” Rhys said, pulling a hand around my waist. “I just hired her from the pleasure house in town, she is the best of the best. I know we all haven’t been able to visit the establishment since I came into power and I’m sure you’re both just as…frustrated as I am.”
“How long do we have her for?” the same Illyrian asked, the one beside him seemingly more quiet.
“She will be living with us. Use her as you’d like. Dress her however you want, but keep it classy. She’s as much yours as she is mine” Rhys smiles tilting my chin to meet his gaze and I swore my knees trembled a bit. “Though I’m sure she’ll remember who pays her?” he teases.
“Yes my Lord,” I say seductively, it used to be an act, but not anymore.
“My Lord,” he repeats. “I quite like the sound of that,” he purrs, looking over to the males sitting on the couch.
The one with the red siphons smirks, throwing his arms over the back of the couch and spreading his legs. His thighs alone were the size of my head and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to get myself off on them alone.
“Come here princess, sit on my lap,” he purrs, patting his thigh.
I slip out of Rhysand’s grasp and pad over to perch myself on the Illyrians leg. The rippling muscles under me tensing. His hand comes up to brush a stray hair from my face as he takes in every inch of me.
“You are a pretty little thing aren’t you?” he smirks as his other hand comes to support my back.
Oh I was in for it, I was so in for it.
“She’s the best of the best, her name is y/n.” Rhysand drawls watching intently as his brother who I have deciphered is Cassian, inspects me. “We decided earlier that her safeword will be starlight,”
“Y/n, huh?” he smiles brushing a stray hair from my face as he drinks in my attire, something Rhysand had clearly purchased for me to wear tonight. A black sheer little nightgown. Revealing, yet classy like he has said. It was clear to me that the male had exquisite taste.
I feel a warm leather bump into my back as a scarred hand runs over my shoulder. I crane my neck up to find Azriel standing above me, from where he stands he can no doubt get a great view of my tits.
“How should we thank dear old Rhysand for this marvelous present?” Cassian asks Azriel and the shadow singers eyes gleam.
“Oh I can think of a few ways,” he smirks.
As if they all had one mind we were winnowed to the bedroom upstairs, my bedroom I realized. The bed had been made big enough for all of us, and I wonder how empty it would feel when the boys weren’t around.
I look around me, the positions of us all haven’t changed. I find myself gazing up at Azriel, the hungry look in his eye has me taking a step back only to bump right into Cassian earning a chuckle from the general. A glace to my bed has me seeing Rhysand sitting on it’s edge.
“Az,” Cassian mumbles, sharing a knowing look at the shadow singer.
Before I can put together the pieces of Cassian and Azriel’s interaction, bands of shadows shoot from all over the room wrapping themselves around the hands and wrists of the High Lord. Rhys struggles for a moment, like it's second nature before he gives in, his face stern.
“Az that’s enough,” he scowls.
Azriel brushes off the command and turns my chin to meet his gaze. His finger brushes over my bottom lip and I close my top lip over his thumb, giving it a gentle experimental suck. His eyes darken and the next thing I know I’m sucking on his thumb and looking at him like a doe eyed fool.
“What a good girl she is,” he croons before dragging my face to him, replacing his thumb with his lips.
His kiss and deep and searing, like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. His hands come to cup my face, keeping me there as he kisses me like a starved male. Gods, how long had it been since any of them had sex?
My hair is pushed to the side as I feel the general begin to leave sloppy kisses on my neck. He pulls my hips toward him, and I’m met with his hard on pressed to my back and his bare chest warming my skin. Azriel steps back with love drunk eyes and Cassian takes his opportunity to turn my hips so I’m facing him.
Somehow he’s even more hulking and intimidating when bare. My eyes glance over the expanse of well built muscles to where his cock is already hard and leaking, and by the size of it I could tell I would be sore tomorrow.
From behind me I can hear the faint unclasping of buckles signaling that Azriel is mimicking Cassian’s movements.
“Let’s see you now, little one,” the general smirks before sliding both straps of the see through the gown off my shoulders. The black mesh falls to a pool of fabric on the floor and I’m laid bare for him, for all of them.
A snap reverberates through the room pulling my attention to Rhysand, his sophisticated garb now long gone. The plains of his toned muscles and swirling tattoos that resemble his brothers on full display along with his aching cock. He’s even more marvelous nude than he is clothed. His lips tug up at the corner as he sees me eye fucking him.
Cassian’s hand goes under my bare breast bringing my attention back to him, it seems that while I was ogling Rhys, he was studying me.
“Rhys you’ve outdone yourself,” Cassian smirks and I’ve never felt so exposed. “Her tits are perfect,” he smiles before bending down to suckle an aching nipple into his mouth.
I moan and lean back ever so slightly into a muscled chest, when I open my eyes Azriel stares down at me. A scarred hand drifts over my shoulder, down my side, and across my bum until it cups my sex and I gasp.
Cassian’s lips smile against my breast before he moves on to the next one, my breath catching in my throat once again.
“So small,” Azriel teases, referring to my cunt. “I’m not sure she can take us.” The glint in his eye tells me that this is a challenge, a test.
“I can,” I say confidently and the shadowsinger laughs.
“I think I’ll test that out,” Cassian grumbles, taking me in his arms.
I’m pulled from Azriel’s fiery touch as the warmth of Cassian seeps into me. For the first time in a while my eyes snap to Rhysand. His brow was laced with sweat, as well as the skin on his chest.
“Oh poor Rhys, did you want to touch her?” Azriel taunted, I was honestly surprised that they would dare to put their High Lord in this position.
“Please,” Rhysand whimpered, making my heart lurch.
Did the most powerful High Lord, the most dangerous High Lord. the most handsome High Lord, the most well endowed High Lord… just beg?
A sudden boost of confidence fills my chest.
“Az pull him back on the bed, I’m going to be needing some room,” Cassian boasts massaging circles on my hips.
Rhysand is pulled to the headboard, the shadows on his wrists pulling his arms out to either side as well as the ones on his ankles, preventing him from getting any sort of friction. The High Lord cursed, as if the brief fiction on his balls from being dragged across the sheets might’ve been enough to get him off. The logical part of me knew that he could break free of these restraints at any given moment, hells the power practically radiated off of him. But he was here to play the game and I was too.
“Why don’t you go play with your High Lord a little bit sweetheart,” Cassian croons, clearly loving the power trip he’s on. I take two steps forward before the general grabs me by the throat hauling me to his chest again. I look up at him like a love sick fool. “But stay clear of his cock. He’ll be the last to cum tonight. Doesn’t that seem fair Az?”
“Seems more than fair to me, seeing as we’ve been doing all the flying around these past few weeks,” Azriel chuckles.
Cassian releases my throat and I make my way over to the breathless High Lord. It takes everything in me not to straddle him and take him right there. His cock was red, angry, practically begging for it.
I sit on the edge of the bed to his right giving him my best bedroom eyes. Gone was the cocky male from earlier who made all sorts of promises of bedding me the best. Instead a male stripped to his most vulnerable sat before me, chest heaving, eyes wild. The muscles of his arms and legs flexing and bulging from trying to break free of the shadows that bound him, the bindings that made him this way.
“They aren’t being very fair to you are they?” I say seductively trailing a hand down his shoulders, over the plains of his chest and to his abs.
He shudders under my touch, “no they aren’t,” he breathes.
“Mmm,” I hum, placing a kiss on his neck, even the thin sheen of sweat on him tasted divine. “And you were so nice, sharing your little fuck toy with them and now they won’t let me play with you,” I say donning a fake sadness.
My hand brushes over his hip bone and down his thigh, carefully avoiding the hard erection begging to be brushed.
“Please,” he whimpers his lips hot on my cheek, and I swear I hear Cassian and Azriel chuckle behind me.
My hand swoops to his inner thigh, teasing the muscles there. His whimper has me caving, and I feel as though I’m suddenly not acting of my own accord as my hand wanders towards his cock.
“Ah, ah, ah!” I hear Cassian tut before scooping me into his arms and pulling me away from Rhys. Causing the latter to groan in frustration.
“Using daemati to get a female to jerk you off? That’s a new low for you, Rhys.” Azriel chuckles
Daemati. That would explain why I didn’t feel like I was in control for that one moment. I had heard that the High Lord possessed such powers, but I thought they were simply myths.
I feel myself being bent over the storage bench at the end of the bed, the cloth covered fluff cushioning my knees and hands as I feel a harsh slap to my bum.
“Fuck this is going to be so good,” Cassian murmurs from behind me.
Azriel stands at the other end of the bench fisting his cock but before he can speak Cassian enters me.
“Oh Gods!” I scream as I feel myself being pushed forward on my hands.
The stretch of the general filling me so completely had me wondering if Azriel was right about my ability to take them all earlier. Cassian’s hands come to pull me down onto him, as if he needed the help to fully sheathe himself. One hand on my lower back, one on my hip.
“Shit she’s so fuckin’ tight,” Cassian groans as he begins to rock into me.
“Please, please,” Rhysand begs from his spot on the bed.
I don’t even bother to see the new beads of sweat dripping from his brow, the drops of precum leaking out of his painfully hard cock. Hell, I can’t even think about anything other than the feeling of Cassian picking up the pace behind me.
“Shh Rhys, I’m enjoying this tight little pus,” Cassian groans, tightening his hold on my hips.
My arms are starting to go limp when Azriel’s hand tilts my chin up so he can see my fucked out face.
“Open your mouth little one,” he says, fisting his cock and I obey like a puppet on a string. “What a good girl,” he smirks before tapping his cock on my outstretched tongue.
“Fuck her mouth Az,” Cassian groans doubling down on his thrusts behind me.
“You’re such an obedient little thing, I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” he croons before thrusting his cock inside my mouth.
The general’s relentless hammering shoves Azriel’s cock down my throat in perfect tandem and I start to wonder if there are other females who have found themselves in my position. With the way they fuck both ends of me so efficiently I wouldn’t doubt it.
It isn’t until my drool is falling down my face mixing with my tears that Azriel grips my hair forcing me down on his cock more. The male became more needy than he had been all night as his soft grunts filled the room. My eyes flitted to his hazel ones and a self satisfied smirk crossed his face.
“You like this don’t you? You like being fucked in both your little holes?” He teases me, pulling my hair harder.
His words have me whimpering around him and curling my toes. The spymaster was right, I loved this. That I could make these males, the most powerful in the Night Court, so feral, so unhinged.
Cassain chuckles behind me slapping my ass again, “Too bad we don’t have someone to fuck this third hole back here,” he says taunting Rhys as I feel him trace a finger over that said third hole.
“Fuck,” Rhys hisses from where Azriel has him restrained, watching the show they’re giving him.
I feel my legs starting to tremble beneath me and as they start to give out Cassian swipes both hands under my hips to keep me upright. So upright my knees don't even touch the bench anymore allowing him to fuck me harder, deeper, and faster.
“You going to cum little one?” Cassian taunts me, picking up the pace a bit.
My whine is enough to have Azriel slamming his hips into my face, spilling himself down my throat as my nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock. For a moment I can’t breathe at all, as I feel his seed spill over my tongue. When he pulls out I finally take in a deep breath, which is short lived as he grabs my chin forcing me to meet his gaze again.
“Swallow,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, feeling the thick white ropes slide down my throat, warming my stomach.
His thumb tugs my jaw down forcing my mouth open as he makes sure every last drop is gone. When he’s satisfied he closes my mouth and gives my cheek a light slap, “good girl.” he mutters.
“Finally,” Cassian breathes and I feel my front being shoved into the cushions on the bench before me, allowing Cassian to drive deeper. It seems his brother's use of my mouth was quite the inconvenience for him.
I make eye contact with Rhys who's painting and sweating. Moans and curses fall from his lips as he watches Cassian take me hard. It’s not long until I’m cumming around his cock.
“Oh gods!” I scream feeling my legs shake and the knot in my stomach unwind as I cum all over the general’s cock.
Cassian growls, deep and primal, before delivering one last thrust, spilling himself into me, “That’s a good girl. Take it, take all of it.” he groans, forcing my body down.
As the Illyrian pulls out of me I can feel my heart beating in my throat and in my head. My chest rises and falls in time with my shaking legs. But I know I’m not done, not while Rhysand looks at me like I’m water and he’s been wandering the deserts of summer for too long.
“You were so good, Rhys,” Cassian taunts, running his hand down the High Lord’s leg making his chest rise faster. “We just wanted to thank you for your wonderful gift, didn’t we Az?”
Azriel nodded next to me, his scarred hands pulling me up by my shoulders and then hoisting me up by my thighs so my back was to his front. The position was more than awkward, but as he placed me on his High Lord’s shaking lap I understood why.
“Make him feel real good princess, we love our Rhysie,” Azriel laughs upon seeing Rhys breath picking up. Despite his words he kept his restraints on the Lord, one last test.
I place my hands on his chest, the skin there cold and clammy, and I can’t help but want to feel more. His eyes are blown out, and I feel as though he’s looking right through me. He’s a vision like this, maybe even more so than when he was sitting behind his desk looking like sheer power. He was vulnerable here.
I run a hand down his face like I’m unable to help it and his eyes widen, “So handsome my Lord,” I breathe. “What do you want from me?” I ask as I press my lips to his.
He can hardly kiss back, can hardly even think besides anything but the need. Beside him his brothers run a hand through his hair and whisper praises to him, trying to bring him back.
“Anything p-please, t-touch me,” he whimpers and I swear I see a tear roll down his face. From not being touched at all, to being touched everywhere but where he needs most, the High Lord was being pushed to his limits.
“Yes my Lord,” I whisper before sinking myself on his cock.
Where Cassian was thicker, Rhysand was long, digging so deep into me that I felt a pinch as he brushed my cervix. The pain bringing me back from the fuck out haze the spymaster and the general left me in.
Rhysand hissed low, “Oh fuck yes,” he groans pushing his head back on the headboard.
Cassian’s hand comes up to brush the fallen hair and sweat from his High Lord’s head, “She’s a tight little thing isn’t she?” he asks, pressing a kiss to his temple.
I splay my hands across Rhys’ chest, trying to give myself the leverage needed to bounce myself up and down on his cock. The slow drag of him inside of me has me scrunching my eyes shut trying to savor every sensation. My shaking legs make it hard to move myself up and down.
“More, p-please,” Rhysand groans, his voice dropping deeper and starting to resemble the tone I heard this afternoon.
“Az give her a hand,” Cassian instructs from where he sits by Rhys.
I feel Azriel settle in behind me, his warm chest bumping against the clammy skin of my back. His hands lift my hips helping me to bounce up and down like I’m nothing but a cocksleeve. The motion makes me gasp and writhe as I’m able to settle to a faster and more stable pace.
“Oh fuck Az,” Rhysand bites out. “I can’t,” he groans and I watch the muscles of his chest and arms go taut as he pulls on the shadowy bindings that keep him from touching me.
The strain in his arms and chest is so great that I can see each individual muscle the Lord had built through the years. I couldn’t help but run my hands over him feeling each one.
“Let him go Az,” Cassian instructs the shadowsinger and within seconds the bindings are gone, like even Az wanted to see what his High Lord would do next.
Rhysand’s hands fall from the headboard and find their way to my hips. Turns out him not being able to touch me was a punishment for both of us. He shifts his hips so I fall forward, and he connects his lips to mine as he thrusts up into me, putting me at his mercy.
He consumes my mouth fully, running his hands up and down my sides greedily before squeezing my breast making me moan into his mouth. The way he kisses me tells me that I’m no longer in charge and neither is anyone else in this room for that matter.
His lips detach from mine and fall to my neck leaving opened mouthed kisses there. His hands leave bruises in the skin of my hips as he slams up into me, his cock hitting my cervix with each stroke, those initial stings of pain becoming pleasure.
“Oh fuck Rhys,” I moan completely forgetting his title.
“Say it again,” he growls, his voice dangerously low. “Let them know who owns you!”
I had completely forgotten about the other Illyrians in the room with us. I glance to the side to find Azriel fisting his cock beside me. When I don’t moan the Lord name again a swift slap comes across my ass.
“Rhysand!” I cry out, feeling the euphoria of him.
“Fuck it,” he seethes and before I register what he means by it, my back hits the mattress.
The new position gives him a new range of motion to piston into me. Somehow he’s able to hit me even deeper this way. Causing me to let out wanton cries and moans as he fucks me, my polished nails scraping down his back trying to find purchase.
“Yeah Rhys get it!” Cassian cheers from the edge of the bed.
The taunt makes the High Lord feral, slamming his hips into me. He’s more animal than man at this point having been teased all night. The near primal growl he lets out has me cumming on his cock, my back arching off the back, my moan guttural.
My cunt squeezes his cock as pleasure lights up my body like lightning, and it isn’t long until I feel his hips stutter as he cums inside of me with a groan.
“Oh fuck yes,” his voice is like gravel as I feel him spilling inside of me endlessly, his seed joining Cassian’s.
Faintly, through the roaring in my ears I can hear Cassian and Azriel’s grunts as well as they finish. The idea of them getting off to their High Lord cumming inside of me is almost enough to make me beg him to do it again. But as he collapses beside me I feel how spent I truly am.
Rhys hand comes to brush back my hair from my face as he places a kiss to my temple, “Such a good girl for us,” he says to me before turning to Cassian again, “Go get her a towel and a glass of water.” he orders, clearly re-assuming his role as the High Lord.
He spends the next minute or so running a hand over my hair as he cradles me to his chest soothing me. My breath starts to slow and I feel a warm towel beneath my legs as Cassian wipes away the mess they both made. Glass touches my lips as Rhys helps me to drink the water brought to me. Whatever I don’t finish he downs in one go.
“Leave us,” he orders pulling the covers over our cold and clammy bodies.
“What no post sex cuddles for me?” Cassian laughs, throwing up his hands. I laugh before placing a kiss on Rhys chest, as much as I wouldn’t mind all three of them holding me right now I know who pays my bills now.
“Fine,” Rhys huffs, throwing back the covers behind me so Cass can slip in.
I wonder where Azriel will lie, but when my eyes search for him he’s already out the door walking to his own room undoubtedly. Something tells me he’s different from his two brothers, he’s quiet, but the words he told me earlier have me wondering what’s up his sleeve.
Cassian’s arms curl around me, and eventually the three of us fall asleep. But the voice that swims through my head as sleep takes me is Azriel’s.
I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you…
(This is going to be a series! I think I'll do one for each bat boy! If you want to be tagged let me know and if there's any kinky shit you wanna see let me know in the comments or drop it in my inbox!)
