Like surely the fact Lucien has been conveniently stationed back down in Spring means something for the plot of the next book? Spring is is very much in danger with the Beron of it all on the verge of happening for starters and it still means Lucien is really close to the human lands so he can still get updates from Jurian and Vassa? But I also hope this means something for him and Elain because Elain’s whole vibe is so Spring! And I don’t believe for one second her powers are purely just seer abilities, there’s gotta be more to them! I do really think Elain is going to have major involvement with the whole Koschei storyline and potentially something else down in Spring (will she help revive Spring since it’s apparently dying? Maybe…) but I don’t know if that’s too much. I just hope Elain will have a big storyline just like Nesta did.
Honestly the foreshadowing of Elain ending up in Spring at some point has been there all along. Now this isn’t to say I believe at this point that she’s gonna end up there permanently, but I do think it’s going to be a part of her story. Honestly, I can see Lucien and Elain always traveling and on the go (which is something he clearly enjoys and something that would delight her).
But I don’t think having Lucien stationed in Spring was for nothing. He’s there for more than half of the book! Something that some fail to remember as they still think he’s with Jurian and Vassa. No, Rhys and Az had him stationed in Spring to mediate the situation with Tamlin and the fact that Feyre was pregnant. There were no further updates on his location after that besides the roughly three visits he made to Velaris during that time (after his stationing in Spring).
People can deny it all they want but Elain has been tied to Koschei the minute she started having visions. There’s still the black box and all the girls that she mentions (apparently Koschei) has and we have no clue what that is yet. Lucien has been obviously tied to Koschei since he went to the lake with her father. He’s friends with and works with Vassa and Jurian who are also tied to that plotline.
No one in this series has closer ties to Koschei besides Beron and Eris at this point and well…that’s easily tied to Lucien as well. Something I think that is also tied to Elain. She’s been tied to Eris three times already which I believe is even more Elucien foreshadowing.
I just really hope that whatever happens that Elain makes her exit from the NC sooner rather than later in ACOTAR 6. I’d love to see her be on her own journey before the cliffhanger that’s probably gonna kill us at the end of ACOTAR 6 and I’m so ready to travel elsewhere with her too.
Hello Everyone and Welcome to Day 2 of Elucien week!!!! Thank you all for reading!!!
Prompt: Feral/Revival (Prompts chosen to revive: Teach Me to Be Fae/Calanmai)
Synopsis: In an attempt to connect with her fae nature, Elain participates in Calanmai.
Warning: If you aren’t into breeding kinks and possessive and jealous Elucien, then this may not be the fic for you.
The sunset blazed a fiery orange the blue, pink, and purple hues swirling within it as it settled before her eyes as she kept her assessing gaze on the horizon, on the world beyond the window she was gazing out of.
Fae of all shapes and sizes were gathered around the grounds of this massive estate, helping with the decor for the night ahead, the estate buzzing with life after being shrouded in death for so long .Elain couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face, their joy infectious. Inviting in a way she hadn’t felt drawn to in the longest time.
When she had first arrived at the Spring Court, it had been for the mere hope that she could prove to both her sisters that she was capable of taking care of herself, in succeeding on her own missions without their constant assistance, and that had the capability to move mountains just like they could. That even if they loved her, wanted to protect her, she did not need their suffocation. But now-now she could care less if they thought her capable of not. Could care less what they thought she wanted or needed, knowing full well now that she could make those decisions for herself. She always had the capability to, she just needed something to remind her of that.
“Lady?” The lady’s maid that had been assigned to her inquired, a hint of worry laced in her words as Elain’s soft brown eyes snapped to hers, turning from her vigil at the window, and giving the fae female her full attention.
The dress in Soren’s arms was simple, delicate. A sheer flowy thing made from a light weight fabric that would be ideal for the night she was preparing to have. A dress made for a lady of her stature, if only for the night.
Her fingers grazed the delicate fabric. The dress would have been scandalous for any other occasion, hell, if her mother had saw it now she would have had a conniption, but the fae were no mere mortals, and had no such qualms about propriety when it came to tonight.
She undressed, letting her modest muslin gown fall to the floor as Soren aided her into the sheer fabric. The silk gracing her delicate and sensitive skin, clinging to every curve of the body that had became hers, leaving some to the imagination while leaving other things on full display.
Soren glanced at Elain as she assessed her. Moving towards the wardrobe once more as she pulled out a pink corset with flowers embroidered on the fabric. She had to admit she quite liked it, as Soren nodded in approval.
“This should help.” She explained as heat painted Elain’s cheeks.
She turned around, Soren assisting her with the laces of her corset, tight enough to where the swells of her breast were on display but not tight enough where breathing became difficult.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. At the female staring back at her and she had to admit, she liked who she saw.
After she was done assessing herself in the mirror, Elain sat down at the vanity, allowing Soren to weave an array of flowers and pearls into her golden brown hair and do her makeup to highlight her softer features as Elain noted that something was missing, halting Soren’s progress by asking,
“Can you fetch the pearl earrings that are in my dresser?”
Soren’s arched eyebrows lifted in question.
“Quite the unusual spot for them, don’t you think?”
A faint blush painted the apples of her cheeks, but she turned her full attention back to her reflection as she replied,
“I was waiting for the right occasion to wear them.”
A knowing smile played on Soren’s lips as she answered,
Summer had settled around her, the energy of the warm and sensual night crackling around her, sizzling against her skin as her heart pounded in time with the rhythm of the beating drums. Every nerve in her body set alite like the bonfires that roared around her as she took in the scene before her.
Fae gathered in circles, some already in various states of undress, twined around each other as they enjoyed one another’s company. The sight of such lustful endeavors tantalizing her, making her heart pound faster at the openness and vulnerability these fae shared as she found the place she had set out for.
Fae females gathered in a line around the caves opening maw, as if they were ready to be devoured, and from the hushed whispers amongst them, she had no doubt in her mind that was where the trajectory of their thoughts wandered.
Their excitement and joy were evident in their lust-filled gazes, some preparing themselves to meet his assessing stare when he decided to finally approach them.
Their words flowed over to Elain, like a gust on the wind, whispers of the infamous rake, Lucien Vanserra, being chosen for tonight.
Some of them hearing from far and wide about his particular skills in the bedroom and out of it, their words so downright scandalous that even Elain fought the urge to silence them at the disrespect of it. Of how casually they spoke of him as if they had felt his hushed whispers brushing against their skin, had felt the press of his lips and the tangle of limbs their bodies had become during stolen moments, never daring to cross that line. To go further than the brushing of their lips.
They didn't know him at all. At least not the him that they had believed him to be. The sly fox, the notorious rake that they thought they could hold claim to. The mask he had only slipped off for her.
Her nails bit into her palms. at the thought of it. At their romaing hands on her mate's skin, of their soft and plump lips on his feverish flesh- the flesh she had yearned to taste countless times in the dead of night when she could hear his heart beating, knowing that he had probably dreamed of her too. Feeling the soul that had been tied to hers, her temper flaring at the thought of someone else baring witness to him. It almost made her want to-
Her nails dug further into her palms as she fought those irrational urges. She would gain herself no favor amongst the citizens here if she acted as if she were no more then some wild beast that couldn’t control herself, but even as she thought that, those same urges flowed through her, reminding her who she was underneath this pretty facade she presented to everyone.
Mine. Her thoughts repeated. He is mine. And if the fates allowed i, no one would have him except her.
Gathering all her courage before her fear took hold of her, she gathered her skirts, allowing the scent of her arousal to be carried on the wind that blew around them, praying that it flowed over to him, that he could scent her presence. Her desire, and come rushing over to her before anyone else could claim him for their own.
Eyes wandered over to her, envious stares from the preening females who narrowed their gazes as she made her way to the formation, some gaping, murmuring about their misfortune and the unfairness of it all, others giving her aloof stares as if she were no threat to them at all.
What is she doing here? Some of their eyes seemed to say. Judgement cast her way, but she had learned in these past couple of months that others judgement should not deter her from obtaining what she wanted. She finally knew what she wanted, who she wanted, and she would be damned if she would let anyone take him from her.
Falling to the back of the line, so she would not have to deal with their assessing and judgmental stares, Elain took her position next to a tall, elegant female with short black hair and a hint of the sea during the summer on her scent as the female cast her gray eyes to the side, observing Elain as she gave a slight shrug, as if her presence was not intimidating in the slightest, as if Elain herself held no threat. Good. Elain loved it when she was underestimated.
"The Lord is quite handsome, Is he not?" She inquired as Elain tempered down her rage. She was trying to goad her, wicked as it may seem, but she did not know Elain like she knew herself.
"He is." She answered, flashing her a sickly sweet smile that was edged in the most poisoned of sincerity.
The drums picked up the pace, a few cheers sounding from the forest as Elain ripped her attention from the fae female, the bond singing in answer as it could sense his presence even before she could.
A servant showed up, wine glasses clicking on the silver of the tray they were carrying as each female took the drink with a giggle of delight, a few cheers ringing in the air around them as they downed their glasses in one fail swoop.
Elain's eyebrows rose in question, the female at her side looking at her smugly,
"First Calanmai, I take it?"
She bit her tongue, remembering that she was not as sharp tongued as her sister, or as blunt as her other sister, as she tempered her embarrassment at her inexperience.
The fae in this court had been raised around this ritual, had thought about it as second nature, one of their many traditions, and had probably been properly and thoroughly fucked in ways that Elain herself could not ever imagine, but she had not let her lack of experience dissuade her from coming. Not when he had been the one who had volunteered to take the mantle up tonight.
So she only nodded, holding her tongue on the sharpness of her retort as the female gave her a mocking smile, satisfied at her slight win before taking the glass of wine before her from the servant as Elain took one of her own.
"What is it?" She asked as the female glanced at her with lowered brows, a chuckle escaping her lips.
"It's an aphrodisiac. All of us are gifted one but since it's Calanmai and we volunteered to be up here, well, they make sure ours makes us feel extra good, makes sure that we could feel everything that happens to us tonight, whether we're selected by him or not, but if we are-"
She let the words hang between them, as a fierce blush painted her cheeks feeling it spread to her chest like a rose blossoming at the first hint of Spring. The female snickered, sipping her wine, as the effects of it took hold of her. A smile spreading across her face.
Elain glanced down at the drink, watching the glass sparkle before her, temptation laid out before her very eyes as she contemplated her decision. She had come for him, had not wanted him to be alone tonight no matter what the outcome was, but she had not expected this. Had not even given herself a moment to even consider it a possibility.
Could she give up control completely? Give into her desires so thoroughly that no other night could potentially reach the feeling of this one?
It was her choice, her decision, and no one else could make it besides her. She felt the cold press of the glass between her lips as she rested them there, the fae female watching her with weariness as she took a tentative sip. The flavors bursting on her tongue as she felt every nerve of her body come to life, an earthy taste on her tongue as if she could taste the ground underneath her feet, as if she were one with it as she felt the sultry and delectable wine course through her body like fire.
The fae female smiled, downing the rest of her own drink in solidarity as Elain's flush deepened, the heat surrounding her burning hotter and hotter as she felt every nerve in her body let loose responding to the effects of the wine, her core throbbing with the need to satisfy the pleasure she had felt ever since she had first laid eyes on him.
She swore she saw a few of the patrons eyes fixate on her, their own gazes of desire following her movements, tracking them as she swore she saw one of the fae males lick his lips in anticipation , wanting a taste of something that would never be his.
Elain averted her gaze, the beat of the drums getting louder, the roar of the fire burning brighter as the cheers rose from the gathered crowd.
The world before her shifted underneath her feet, the force of his power, of his mere presence flowing through her as her eyes found his within the crowd.
A white stag was slung over his shoulder, his muscles rippling underneaht it as he presented the stag to the waiting crowd that had gathered before him, cheers ringing out at the success of his mission as he lifted his face up to the pale moonlight, letting it shone over him.
Power. Lucien had became pure power. And the sight of it threatened to bring her to her knees.
She felt the bond call to him, luring him in as if it were a sirens song as he bathed off in the river. It should have disturbed her, should have done anything except make her core throb for him and her heart pick up its pace.
The female beside her straightened, adjusting the straps of her lilac gown as they rested upon her shoulders. Elain bared her teeth at the gesture, but stayed silent as his gaze finally met hers.
He kept her rooted there,as if she were a tree and he was the foundation she decided to take root in, her side of the bond stroking his own, a lovers cress as the giggles of the other females surrounded them.
Lucien stalked over to the group of them, the others giving him a few suggestive and sultry stares as if baring themselves to him, but his focus, that hunger that lied beneath his gaze, remained solely on her.
Their hearts beat as one, a bridge between their two souls, a thread of life that flowed on one mingled breath. Her feelings rushed out of her as if they were the rolling river that surrounded them and she had been carried off by the steadiness of it stream. All there was was him. Only him. And for once, the idea of it did not frighten her.
She let go, allowing herself to hear the heartbeat she had been terrified to hear for so long, his heart a thunderous beat as he stalked over to her, looking every bit of the part of The Hunter as The High Lord of Spring had warned her he would be.
"Mine." He growled, as his hand reached towards her to caress her face, to draw her in so their bodies could merge as one, she had never felt so laid bare.
Not here. She reminded herself. It had been his one request, and she had promised to honor it.
He did not want to go to that cave, had not wanted to taint this experience of this moment with the vile memory of that monster who had dared to harm him.
She bared her teeth at the thought, at the fact that someone had harmed her mate so thoroughly that he still had nightmares about it. She hoped the female burned in the deepest pits of hell, suffering every moment for the pain she had imposed not only on her, her mate, and her sisters, but on others as well.
Lucien went to close the distance between their mouths as a slight panic set in, if his mouth landed on her own then she would be lost in the sensation of it, tempted to never leave here and even let him fuck her in front of all these people, not caring who bared witness, but she held onto that promise, to the one thing that Lucien had requested as her brown eyes flickered to his, whispering,
"I am yours, my lord, if you can capture me." Shoving him slightly before she took off into the woods, praying to The Mother that he followed.
Her treacherous heart pounded in her chest as Elain ran through the forest of the Spring Court, the woods that had once frightened her now familiar and exhilarating as she picked up her pace, The bond tugging at her tightly, a taunting and teasing thing, as if it could pull her back to him, reminding her of who followed her, of who he was to her.
The wine she had consumed earlier making her arousal imminent, her skin flushed. She wanted him, craved him as that feral sense of need coursed through her. That Gods damned faerie wine. She only had to make it to the clearing before she gave in, only a couple more paces before-
She heard him behind her, the quickening pace of The Hunter, skilled and trained as he was ready to close in on his prey as she felt his hand brush against her, causing her to yelp.
He tugged her to him, his eyes conveying every emotion and thought that courses through him, ready to take her, to feast on her until the only name she screamed was his own-
“Caught you.” He muttered, his fingers lightly tracing the line of her jaw, making her shiver at his touch. Mother above. If this was how she reacted to just the slightest touch of his fingers-
She shook those thoughts from her mind, she would not lose her objective in the haze of lust that clouded her mind, even when her mate was touching her face, those eyes drowning in the haze of his own temptation. Think. She had to think.
“Did you now?” She breathed.
Her recent training kicked in as she swept his legs out from under him, throwing the full weight of her body onto him so they both crashed to the forest floor, pinning him with the full weight of her own body as she grasped his wrist and pinned them firmly above his head.
She knew she couldn’t keep Lucien like that for long. He was a trained and skilled hunter. His body now full of the rawest form of magic known to faekind, but when he glanced up at her, a wicked gleam shone in Lucien’s eye.
“My maiden loves to play games. I see.” A shiver rushing up her spine at his words. That voice. The feeling of him underneath her as her pussy throbbed for him. From that gleam in his eyes he could sense it too.
“Only when they’re with you.” She admitted, causing him to cock his head to the side in observance.
“Then tell me my sweet maiden…” She gasped as his hands broke free of her hold and he pressed her firmly to his hardened length, his other hand cupping her ass, to sex as she heated at that touch. “Do you taste as exquisitely as you feel?”
Her head eddied. Her desire for him damn near tangable as she leaned forward so her breast were pressed firmly against the confides of his muscular chest, her mouth mere inches from his own as she whispered,
“Why don’t you find out?”
His teeth flashed in a wicked grin, making her center feel molten as he flipped them around so she was sprawled out underneath him, catching her by surprise. Her heart beating as rapidly as a hummingbird’s wings as his hand reached out for her, caressing her jaw.
He was so gentle. So gentle and delicate as his hand traveled down the exposed flesh of her neck and chest. Her skin heating at the gentleness of that touch. As if she were a goddess and he was worshipping at her alter.
His wickedly clever fingers pulling at the stays of her corset, taking his time with her, her body taut with need for him as her hands roamed up the confides of his chest.
“Lucien.” She breathed as his gaze met hers. Her corset now open as her skirt had been racked up in their struggle for dominance.
“Run.” He breathed as her eyes widened, confusion coursing through her as Lucien stood up, towering over her.
Oh. Oh. She thought. Another part of their game. The chase that had always existed between them, reigniting, and this time-this time she knew he wouldn’t be gentle if he caught her.
She took off racing towards the glen, breaking through the trees. To the place where her and Lucien had roamed. A place where Lucien had bared his soul to her, where he had showed her the depths of his power, the sunlight that had manifested in the palms of his hands, the terror in his gaze when he saw it fully form, terror of that power within him or what she thought about it, she did not know, but she had reached for his hands, cupping hers in his as the sunshine flowed to her palm, a smile forming on her face at the power, the brilliance of it and the power he had shielded from everyone but those he trusted the most.
Her heart had strained then at the vulnerability of the moment. At the trust he had shown her, she had looked at him at that moment, and had started to slowly fall in love with him. This place, this harmonious, beautiful place had became theirs. With its crocuses, snowdrops, and bluebells. A place of the purest form of beauty where they hid from all the cruelty of the world. And the place where she had decided she wanted to give herself fully to him.
Elain stopped in the middle of the glen, her heart racing in time with the beating of his own as his gaze halted on her. assessing, his metal eye whirling, his head tilting to glance at her pondering why she had halted.
She took a tentative step forward, her bare feet striding in the grass, ticking the soles of them.
He stood there. The hunger still evident in his gaze, the want and desire and-
She halted, her gaze focusing solely on him, of the salt, and the wind, and the air around them, as she strode over to him, the straps of her dress slipping, exposing her bare shoulders to him, letting the moonlight glisten off her precipitated skin, the breeze ruffling her hair and no doubt carrying her scent over to him.
Her eyes locked on him, Lucien stood prenatally still, as if determining if he were in a state of dream or wake, as she gathered the fabric of her dress and racked the dress up her thighs, baring herself for him, desperately craving the heat of his touch on her naked flesh. A soft growl emulated from Lucien's lips as he slowly approached.
Her breath quickened, as she laid on the bed of flowers and grass surrounding them, letting the blades of grass tickle her back as the bluebells, snowdrops, and crocuses lined up with her vision, the colors swirling around her as she parted herself for him, the moonlight gleaming off the wetness of her sex, leaving it bare for his taking.
She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and bare, and alive as she had in this moment. Her toes curled as her fingers found where she ached desperately for him, her mind wondering why he had started to move at a cautious pace as if one misstep from him would scare her off.
She part her legs further, letting the scent of her desire drift over to him, as her eyes flickered to him, his hands going to the strays of his leathers moving so torturously slow that she wondered if this was some form of punishment for denying herself of her desire for so long as she inserted one of her fingers into her center, a moan drifting from her parted lips as whatever carefully cultivated restraint he had left broke lose inside of him.
He now stood before her, the pale moonlight shining off his glorious body as her breath hitched at the sight of it, her eyes, eddied and lustful as they wandered down to his generous length. Mother above.
She inserted another finger within herself, curling them deep inside of her, stretching herself out so she could accommodate the full force of his length. She had never-
Her mouth watered, sweat beading her face as she pushed herself up on her other arm, hoping he received her clear cut message within her gaze.
Elain needed this, needed him.
"Lucien." She breathed his name, unsure if he could still hear her past the full force of the land's magic. Past the hunter within. "Lucien, I need-"
She yelped, taken by surprise as if his name on her lips had ignited a fire within him and now all there was was her.
Lucien knelt down, pulling her center towards him, her back arching off the ground and her ass lifting up into the air, as he hooked her legs over his massive shoulders, lining his mouth up with her center, her fingers long since forgotten as he breathed in her scent,
"Mine." He growled.
"All yours." She agreed, breathless, "Lucien, I am all-"
Her word cut off as a shattered cry fell from her lips, his tongues darting out at her center, dipping his tongue into her so he could consume every drop of evidence of her desire for him. A strangled cry falling from her lips a the intensity of the pleasure she had denied herself of for so long.
Gods It felt- Mother above.
He feasted upon her, starving for any drop she offered up to him, her head lolling back as she let those cries drift off in the night, not caring who heard or might happen upon them, let them watch as her mate took her in all the ways they both had dreamed of.
She rode his mouth, using the muscles in her core to meet the thrust of that clever and cunning tongue, his fingers moving in tandem with his mouth as she rode them too. A dark chuckle falling from her mate's mouth as he paused in his ministrations, his fevered gaze focusing on hers.
"Why? Why did you stop?"
Her chest heaved, the peaks of her breast pebbling, his gaze flickering towards them as he laid her gently on the floor, plunging three fingers into her desperate and starved sex as a gasp fell from her lips.
She had never-had never dared go further than two fingers as he plunged them deep within her, his hot and heated mouth latching onto her breast as a sob fell from her lips. her hands plunging into the silky strands of his molten wine hair, tugging, refusing to remain gentle with him when tonight had not been for love making, tonight was the night she embraced her fae nature, and let him fuck her in ways that only her wildest dreams could conjure.
She exposed her throat to him, leaving it bare for the taking as she let the moonlight glisten off the pearls that rested upon her ears, meeting that fire that had always been within his gaze as he rasped,
"You wore them."
She rose her chin in challenge, a sly smile falling from her lips. She knew exactly what she had been doing with the earrings, how the sight of them would thrill him, and eddy his mind with the fiercest of desires.
"They're mine. Are they not?"
He chuckled in response, his teeth nipping at the arches of her ears as she gasped, his mouth lingering there as he whispered,
"I am going to fuck you so thoroughly that you will forget any males' cock that existed before my own. You are my mate, and no other cock will satisfy your cunt besides mine."
A thrill rushed through her as his teeth sank into the flesh of her throat, a gasp falling from her lips as he claimed her with that bite. Territorial, Demanding. making her pussy clench around his fingers in response.
"You like that thought don't you?" He inquired, his mouth still pressed to the tender flesh of her throat, his tongue lapping at his lover's bite on her throat as he added a fourth finger, sweeping it over her folds, full. She was so deliciously full that she couldn't recall a pleasure greater than this as she rode those fingers, seeking out her pleasure.
"You like the thought of me claiming you like this, of me rutting into that perfect sex of yours as if we were no better than the animals that surround us. ." A laugh fell from his mouth as he sucked on the tender flesh of her throat, leaving another claiming mark there as he rasped, "Perhaps I should claim you in more ways then one tonight."
Her eyes widened at him, a question forming in his mind as his fingers splayed over her abdomen as if-
"Would you like that, mate?" He inquired, her heart pounding at the thought, exhilaration coursing through her as instinct took over, her lips latching onto his own, sucking his lower lip as she bit it with her teeth, rolling her hips against his, earning a growl of pleasure from him.
He laid her out before him once more, observing her body on display before him, his fingers moving within her cunt, as she cried out for him,
"You love the thought of it, don't you? Of me filling you up to the brim, of my seed taking root so deep within you that there is no doubt between us that you will bare my child. Our child. Evidence of your deepest desire for all of Prythian to see, of what you have longed for for so long."
She rode his fingers, letting her face bare the truth before him, letting the bond send the mental image of her swollen abdomen to him, the vision that she had kept to herself, tucked into the back of her mind, the one she had not dared share with him until this moment as he lifted her, a growl ripping from his throat as she came apart on his fingers. Her first orgasm coursing through her as her back bowed, riding those fingers as he grinned,
"That's it, Mate. Come on my fingers before you come on my cock."
She broke apart for him, her fingers splaying on his golden chest, as he lifted one of her legs, baring her swollen and glistening sex to him as his heated tongue tasted the fruits of his labor, until he had his fill, his face glistening in the moonlight, his red hair framing it as those flames, focused on her. showing her the Autumn Court male that lingered underneath his flesh.
"Make me yours." She whispered,
He nipped his teeth at the flesh of her thighs, earning a yelp as he licked the evidence of her desire for him from her thighs, leaving no trace behind.
"Proper males always clean up their messes."
The silky strands of his hair, brushed against her abdomen as he licked and sucked every inch of her throbbing center.
"Lucien, please."
His hands gripped her wrist, pinning them above her head until he was fully satisfied, wretching another orgasm from her, before he lifted his mouth from her swollen sex to focus on her. Autumn Court male indeed.
He stared down at her, her chest heaving, his gaze wild, untamed. their breath mingling with one another. a flicker of him inside his gaze.
"Lucien." She breathed. "Mate. Don't-Don't make me wait much longer. I am yours, I have always been yours, as you have always been mine. Don't keep us apart for much longer. Please."
Growling, he flipped them over, so she straddled him, his hands ripping her dress, tearing it from her body as the garment tore in two, rendered useless.
Her breath hitched, his russet and metal eye trained on her as he answered,
"If you want to be fae, mate, then take what you want for yourself."
She fisted his cock, pumping it once, twice, as she did what she was told, and lined his immaculate length up with her center, slowly sinking onto his cock, as it stretched her, her gasp falling from her lips as he grasped her hips, assisting her with taking his enormous length, stretching her out until she was in the sweetest form of pleasure, taking him to the hilt.
Full. She had never felt so full, and his cock-it had been made for her, as she had been made for him. She grasped his balls with her hand, stroking him as she rode him with abandon, those trecherous hands of his guiding her hips, showing her the ways to make him come undone underneath her.
Powerful. She had never felt more powerful then when he was underneath.
"Look at you, my perfect, extraordinary mate, look how well you ride my cock, as if you've been doing it for centuries."
She snarled, crashing her lips to his, their tongues fighting for dominance, as he sat up, aligning them so that they were now chest to chest, seeking out each others pleasure as she bounced on his cock, her back arching as she threw her head back, her hair brushing against her back as his mouth found the peaks of her nipples, sucking them as his thumb stroked her clit.
Her release barreled towards her, threatening to throw her off the edge as she gasped,
"Lucien-Lucien, I want-"
He bit her throat, his, delectable, punishing thrust rutting through her as her orgasm rocked through her, white dancing along the edges of her vision as she felt his hot seed spurting up deep inside her, filling her so full that it seeped down her thighs, dripping onto the earth beneath them.
Their chest heaved together, the male before her bowing his head and pressing a kiss to her shoulder, to the bites on her neck, the magic satisfied with their offering as he caressed every inch of her.
Mine. The touches said. You are mine, and I am yours.
And as they laid there, bathed in that moonlight, she couldn't help but agree.
