What His Mate Wants*
Eris Vanserra x Femalemate!reader
Summary: You convince Eris to stay in bed instead of attending his High Lord duties, leading to a day filled with soft intimacy, possessive affection, and his complete loss of self-control around you.
Warnings: smut, porn with some plot, praise kink, oral (female and male), overstimulation, small anal.
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The room was still wrapped in darkness when you stirred.
Not true darkness—the warm amber glow from the dying fire painted soft gold across the carved ceiling, across tangled sheets and heavy velvet curtains—but enough that the world still felt half asleep.
You shifted instinctively toward the warmth beside you.
Only to find empty sheets.
Still warm.
Your brows pulled together faintly as your hand slid across the mattress, fingertips searching for the body that should have been there. The absence felt immediate, wrong enough that your sleepy mind protested before your eyes had even opened.
Then came the quiet sound of a belt buckle.
You blinked slowly against the dim light and found Eris standing near the edge of the bed, already halfway dressed.
His dark trousers sat low on his hips as he tugged a black shirt over his head, copper hair still slightly tousled from sleep. The firelight caught against the gold rings on his fingers as he adjusted the collar, elegant even in exhaustion.
Beautiful.
Always beautiful.
And leaving.
A soft whine escaped you before you could stop it.
"Eris," you whispered, voice thick with sleep. "My love."
His movements immediately stilled.
The title alone was enough to soften him.
Eris turned toward you, the sharp lines of his face easing as his amber eyes landed on your half-awake form tangled in blankets. Something warm flickered there—something only you ever saw.
"There you are," he murmured.
He crossed the room without hesitation then, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he leaned down toward you. One large hand slid against your cheek, thumb brushing softly beneath your eye before he pressed a lingering kiss to your mouth.
The kiss was soft with lingering sleep, warm and affectionate in a way that made your chest ache.
It barely lasted more than a few seconds before he pulled away, but even that felt unfairly short, you followed him instinctively.
Lips brushing his once more in a quiet attempt to keep him close before whispering softly against his mouth, "come back to bed."
A quiet chuckle left him, low and rough from sleep.
Eris rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes slipping shut like he regretted having to move at all.
"I have duties, my angel," he said softly.
You rolled your eyes immediately, earning another faint laugh from him.
"Tragic," you mumbled.
His mouth twitched.
Then you lifted the blankets beside you, patting the empty space at your side.
"Please," you whispered. "You know I can't sleep without you."
The words landed harder than you intended.
You saw it happen.
Saw the shift in his expression.
Eris's gaze dropped slowly over you where you lay sprawled across the sheets, still wrapped in thin sleepwear twisted from the night. One shoulder had slipped bare, exposing the smooth line of your collarbone to the warm firelight.
His favorite place.
You knew it was.
Knew from the way his eyes lingered there now.
Knew from the countless quiet mornings where sharp Autumn Court teeth had pressed teasing bites against your skin until you laughed beneath him.
A low growl rumbled from his chest before he could stop it.
Your lips curved sleepily.
"There he is," you teased.
Eris exhaled slowly through his nose as though gathering the last fragments of his self-control.
"You do this intentionally."
"I'm half asleep."
"A likely story."
But his voice had gone rough.
Dangerously rough.
Your eyes drifted shut again as you settled deeper into the pillows, utterly unconcerned with the meeting he was apparently meant to attend.
"Bed," you mumbled again.
Silence.
Then the quiet sound of a belt being loosened.
You peeked one eye open just in time to see Eris shake his head under his breath, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a curse as he tugged his shirt back off.
Victory warmed through you instantly.
"You are impossible," he informed you.
"And yet—"
"Hush."
Despite the sharpness of the word, amusement curled beneath it.
He discarded the rest of his clothes onto the nearby chair before finally sliding back beneath the blankets beside you, warmth immediately surrounding you once more.
The moment he settled, you curled against him automatically with a pleased little sigh.
Eris made a quiet sound low in his throat as your leg tangled with his beneath the sheets.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, in a possessive manner. Like he had missed the feeling already.
"There," you whispered against his chest, already drifting again. "Much better."
Eris lowered his mouth to your bare shoulder with deliberate slowness, his breath warm against your skin before his lips finally brushed there.
The touch hovered somewhere between tenderness and temptation—not soft enough to be only a kiss, not rough enough to truly be a bite.
Just enough pressure from his teeth to make warmth curl through you as though he was savoring the taste of you instead of merely touching you.
"Mm," he murmured against your skin. "You are going to ruin me."
Your fingers drifted lazily across the warm skin of his stomach, tracing absent patterns there beneath the blankets.
Eris went completely still beneath you, every inch of his attention sharpening at once.
Not tense—not wary—but utterly focused on you. Like the smallest movement of your hands, the soft sound of your breathing, the brush of your skin against his had suddenly become the only things in the world capable of holding his attention.
His amber eyes followed every slow movement as your hand slid higher, over the firm planes of his chest, fingertips brushing lightly across old scars and smooth skin alike. His breath caught almost imperceptibly when you reached the hollow of his throat, thumb grazing along his collarbone.
A tiny, satisfied smile pulled at your lips.
Eris's hands tightened where they rested against your waist. "I thought you were half asleep," he murmured.
The roughness in his voice sent warmth curling through you.
You only giggled softly in response, eyes still heavy with sleep as you pushed gently against him.
Eris blinked in surprise as you shifted, blankets sliding around you while you moved over him until you were straddling his hips.
The movement pulled a genuine look of shock from him.
Not because you had climbed into his lap before.
But because you were usually softer in the mornings—sleepy and clingy and content simply to hide against his chest.
This was different.
Your hair spilled around your shoulders as you settled against him, thin sleepwear falling loose once more as you pressed chest to chest with him. The firelight danced across the sharp gold of his eyes as they slowly darkened beneath your gaze.
"Angel," he started carefully.
You kissed him before he could finish the thought entirely, your mouth meeting his in a kiss that was unhurried and still softened by lingering sleep.
It deepened almost immediately, warm and languid, carrying that quiet morning intimacy that made everything feel slower, softer, more dangerous somehow.
Like neither of you had fully woken yet, but your bodies already knew exactly how to find each other.
Eris made a low sound against your mouth that bordered on a growl as his hands slid instinctively up your thighs to steady you against him.
The kiss changed almost immediately.
It always did with him.
What began soft never stayed soft for long.
Not when Eris kissed like starvation.
His head tipped back slightly against the pillows as you kissed him again, your fingers threading through the copper silk of his hair while his grip on your hips tightened possessively.
A quiet breath escaped him when you shifted closer.
"You are trouble," he muttered against your lips.
You smiled faintly, brushing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And yet you stayed."
A dangerous sort of warmth flickered across his face then.
The expression Eris only wore with you.
One hand slid upward, knuckles grazing your spine gently before he tilted his head enough to brush his mouth against the bare line of your collarbone.
Exactly where he loved you most.
His teeth scraped lightly there, drawing a soft inhale from you, and Eris's eyes shut briefly at the sound.
"You have no idea," he murmured against your skin, "how difficult you make it to leave this bed."
"Then don't," you whispered.
The words had barely left your mouth before the world shifted.
Eris moved fast—far faster than someone half tangled in blankets should have been able to—as his hands gripped your waist and suddenly you were beneath him instead.
A startled laugh escaped you as your back met the mattress softly, copper hair falling forward around you like firelight as Eris braced himself above you.
His eyes had gone molten.
Not amused anymore.
Dangerous.
"You say things like that," he murmured, voice rough enough to send warmth spiraling through you, "and then look surprised when I lose every reasonable thought I possess."
You smiled up at him lazily, hands sliding beneath the loose strands of his hair.
"I'm not surprised."
A quiet sound left him then—something halfway between a laugh and a growl—as he lowered himself closer until there was barely space left between your bodies.
The warmth of him wrapped around you entirely, surrounding you from every side until there was nowhere you ended and he began.
It was comforting in the way only Eris could be—solid and steady beneath you—but there was still that unmistakable edge of possessiveness threaded through it all.
The weight of his body, the firm grip of his hands against your waist, the way he held you close as though he had no intention of ever letting you drift too far from him again.
Eris pressed a slow kiss beneath your jaw, and you felt the moment his composure slipped further when your fingers traced lightly down the bare muscles of his back.
His head lifted immediately, amber eyes fixed on you with startling intensity.
"You are exceptionally unfair in the mornings," he informed you.
"And yet," you whispered softly, brushing your nose against his, "you still came back to bed."
That expression appeared again.
That terrifyingly soft one reserved only for you.
Eris stared at you for a long moment like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to kiss you senseless or simply look at you forever.
Then his hand moved slowly up your side, fingertips grazing your skin as he pushed the loose fabric from your shoulder completely.
His gaze followed immediately, settling on the newly exposed skin with an intensity that made warmth spread through you.
You knew that look by now—knew exactly what that stretch of bare shoulder and collarbone did to him.
And as you watched him, you could practically see the careful restraint beginning to slip.
The subtle catch in his breathing, the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed instinctively against your waist like he was holding himself back from pulling you even closer.
"Angel," he said quietly, almost warningly.
But you only wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer with a sleepy smile.
And Eris closed his eyes briefly like the gesture alone might destroy him.
The low growl that rumbled from his chest vibrated right through you as he dipped his head, lips brushing over the curve of your bare shoulder.
His teeth grazed the skin there—just a hint of pressure—before he began kissing a slow, deliberate path downward.
With one hand braced against the mattress beside your head, the other tugged at the hem of the shirt that still clung to your body.
He pulled it up, revealing the pale expanse of your stomach, the rise of your ribs, until the fabric bunched beneath your arms and he had to lift you slightly to drag it over your head.
He tossed it aside without looking.
His gaze swept over you—naked, open, waiting—and that smirk spread across his lips like he'd just won something precious.
"Easier for me," he murmured, voice thick with approval.
You giggled, the sound soft and breathless, as he settled his weight over you again. The heat of his body pressed down, and then he rolled his hips—a slow, grinding thrust against your bare cunt.
The friction of his cock, still trapped in his underwear, slid along your slick folds, dragging a moan from your throat before you could stop it.
You pouted your lips for a kiss, and Eris cooed, the sound almost mocking but too tender to be cruel.
"My sweet angel," he whispered against your mouth, then kissed you—deep and languid, his tongue sweeping inside like he owned the space.
You didn't waste time. While his mouth distracted you, your feet found the waistband of his underwear, toes hooking under the elastic. You pushed down, slowly, deliberately, until the fabric loosened around his hips. He broke the kiss just long enough to glance down, then chuckled, the sound rough and pleased.
"Needy little thing," he said, but his eyes were dark with hunger.
You nodded, a lazy, satisfied smile on your lips, and leaned back against the pillows. He rose to his knees, shoving his underwear down his thighs before kicking them off entirely. The sight of him—his hard and thick cock, already glistening at the tip—made your mouth water.
You sat up, turning to face him properly, and reached out to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. You guided him toward your lips, parting them slowly, deliberately, as your eyes stayed locked on his.
The first taste of him—which was salt and skin and the faint musk of his morning—flooded your senses. You took him deep, your tongue swirling around the head as you sank down, inch by inch, until your nose brushed against his pelvis. You held there, throat working around him, staring up through your lashes.
Eris groaned, head tipping back, one hand fisting in your hair. "That's it, angel," he murmured, his voice strained. "Just like that—so good for me."
You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched with every movement. His grip tightened, guiding your rhythm, and you let him—greedy, obedient, utterly lost in the heat of his skin against your tongue.
Then, with a wicked flick, you traced your teeth along the underside of his cock—just enough pressure to sting, to remind him you had teeth.
He hissed, sharp and sudden, and pulled you off by your hair, forcing you to look up at him with a startled, pleased glint in your eyes.
"Naughty girl," he growled, but his voice was rough with desire, not anger.
You smiled, innocent and sinful all at once.
He didn't give you time to gloat. He kissed you hard, mouth claiming yours as his hand slid to rest against your throat—not squeezing, just holding, grounding you in his warmth. He guided you back down, laying you flat against the mattress as he covered you, his body a cage of heat and muscle.
You shifted, getting comfortable as he began his slow descent. His lips traced a path down your neck, over your collarbone, between your breasts, stopping to flick his tongue over each nipple before continuing lower. When he reached your stomach, he pressed a kiss to the soft skin just below your navel, then settled between your thighs.
He didn't tease. He spread you open with his thumbs, licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, and groaned against you—the sound vibrating through your entire body.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word lost against your slick skin. "You taste incredible."
You arched into his mouth, a moan spilling from your lips as he worked you with practiced, loving precision. His tongue circled your clit, lapping and sucking, while one finger slid inside you—then two, stretching you slowly, preparing you.
"Come on, angel," he whispered between strokes, his breath hot against your wet flesh. "I know you want to. Let go for me."
Your hips bucked against his face as the pressure built, coiling tight in your belly. His fingers curled, finding that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes, and you shattered—crying out his name as your climax pulsed around his hand.
But he didn't stop.
He kissed his way back up your trembling body, his lips slick with your release, and captured your mouth before you could catch your breath. You tasted yourself on him, salty and sweet, as he positioned himself at your entrance.
And then he slid inside you in one smooth, relentless thrust.
You gasped against his lips, the sudden fullness stealing your breath. He didn't pause, didn't let you adjust—he fucked you from the first stroke, his hips driving deep and fast, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs.
"That's it," he grunted, his forehead pressed to yours. "Feel that, angel? Feel how tight you are around me?"
You clawed at his back, nails raking down his skin as you moaned, unable to form words. His pace was punishing, perfect, each snap of his hips hitting places that made your toes curl.
"Tell me you're close," he demanded, voice ragged. "Tell me you're gonna come for me again."
"Yes—yes, Eris—please—" you begged, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Come with me," he whispered, his rhythm faltering as his own release built. "Come with me, angel. Let go."
You felt him swell inside you, felt the telltale shudder in his thighs, and you let yourself fall—a second climax ripping through you, hot and desperate, as he followed, spilling into you with a guttural moan that melted against your lips.
He kissed you through it, slow and tender, as the aftershocks faded into a trembling stillness.
When he finally pulled back to look at you, his eyes were soft again—that terrifyingly soft expression reserved only for you.
"Unfair," he repeated, voice hoarse, "but I wouldn't have it any other way."
Eris's breathing slowly steadied as the last tremors faded between you.
For a moment neither of you moved.
The room remained wrapped in warmth and dim firelight, the only sound the soft crackling from the hearth and your uneven breaths mingling together in the quiet.
Then Eris's hands slid gently along your sides.
Carefully.
Like something precious.
The sharp hunger from moments ago softened as he eased you down against the sheets properly, pulling the blankets back over you before immediately gathering you against his chest again.
Possessive even in tenderness.
You melted into him with a tired little sigh as he settled onto his back, one strong arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine.
Your lips drifted against the warm skin of his neck in slow, absentminded affection, the kind that only existed in quiet moments like this.
One soft kiss pressed beneath his jaw, then another just below it, lingering long enough to feel the subtle shiver that moved through him in response.
The reaction drew a sleepy smile from you as your fingers curled lightly against his chest, entirely aware of how easily even the smallest touches seemed to unravel him when it was you.
Eris huffed a quiet laugh beneath his breath.
"Insatiable creature," he murmured.
You smiled sleepily against his throat before whispering softly, "will you stay the whole night?"
The question settled softly between you, stripped of all the teasing warmth from moments before.
There was no playfulness in your voice now—only something quiet and achingly sincere, the kind of vulnerability Eris rarely heard from you.
As though you were trying not to hope too much for the answer even while curled against him like you already belonged there.
You felt Eris go still for half a heartbeat.
Then his fingers tilted your chin upward gently until he could kiss you.
The kiss was unbearably gentle, slow enough that it stole the breath from your lungs all over again.
His mouth lingered against yours like he was trying to say something he could never quite bring himself to speak aloud—something too vulnerable for the feared heir of Autumn Court to admit openly.
Yet you felt it anyway in the way his hand cradled your face, in the quiet care behind every movement, in the hesitation before he finally pulled away.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against yours.
"Sleep, angel," he whispered.
Not an answer.
But somehow it felt like one anyway.
Your eyes drifted shut almost immediately afterward, exhaustion pulling at you as you tucked yourself closer into the warmth of him. Eris's hand continued moving against your back long after your breathing evened out.
The last thing you felt before sleep claimed you completely was his mouth brushing lightly against your hair.
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Warmth woke you the next morning.
Deep, heavy warmth wrapped completely around you.
You blinked slowly against the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, still hazy with sleep as you became aware of the strong arm draped across your waist and the broad chest pressed firmly against your back.
Eris.
And he was still there, with you in bed. This was such a rare sight to see since he became High Lord.
A sleepy smile immediately curved across your lips.
But then you shifted slightly and felt the unmistakable evidence of exactly how awake your male already was.
Your smile widened.
Well.
It seemed the High Lord of Autumn would not, in fact, be attending to his duties today.
A shame, truly.
You bit back a laugh as you glanced toward the windows where golden morning light filtered through the room. Late enough already that servants had likely realized their High Lord was nowhere to be found.
Let them suffer.
Eris only pulled you closer with a quiet sound of disapproval when you moved too far from him, still half asleep himself.
Your expression turned positively wicked then.
Slowly, carefully, you turned within the circle of his arms until you faced him properly. Copper hair fell across his forehead, his features still relaxed with sleep in a way few people ever witnessed.
Beautiful.
Completely unaware of the thoughts now forming in your head.
You smirked faintly to yourself before slipping downward beneath the blankets.
And that exact moment Eris woke up and realized what you were doing, a rough sound escaped him as one large hand immediately tangled into your hair.
"Angel, what are you—" he questioned, voice still ruined by sleep.
Which only encouraged you further.
The blankets shifted as you moved lower, your lips trailing a slow path down his chest. His skin was warm beneath your mouth, muscles tensing in anticipation as you kissed your way across his stomach. You could feel him watching you, feel the weight of his gaze even through the fabric.
You pressed open-mouthed kisses along his abdomen, savoring the way his breath hitched and his muscles jumped beneath your lips. Your fingernails dragged lightly across his stomach, teasing, tracing patterns into his skin as you went lower still.
A soft whimper escaped him.
That sound—the one he would never admit to making—sent a thrill straight through you.
The blankets shifted as Eris reached down, tugging them aside to watch you properly. His amber eyes were dark, half-lidded, fixed on where your mouth hovered just above where he needed you most.
You smiled against his skin before finally taking him into your mouth.
The sound he made was raw, broken—a desperate moan that seemed to tear itself from somewhere deep in his chest. His hand tightened in your hair immediately, not pulling, just holding like he needed the anchor.
You moaned around him, the vibration making his hips twitch, and then you pulled off with an obscenely wet sound, lips still brushing against the tip.
"Love how my mate tastes," you murmured, voice low and honeyed.
Eris's response was barely a moan, his head falling back against the pillows as he nodded frantically. His hand in your hair tugged gently, wordlessly guiding you back down.
You smirked against him before taking him in your mouth again.
This time you sank deeper, pushing past the instinct to gag as you felt him hit the back of your throat. Your hand pressed flat against his stomach, feeling every muscle clench as he moaned above you. When you gagged, the sound vibrated around him, and Eris's hips bucked involuntarily.
"Fuck—" he gasped.
Then his hand tightened in your hair and he moved.
He fucked your mouth with slow, deep strokes, each one pushing you further onto him until tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You didn't resist. You let him take what he needed, moaning around him each time he filled your throat.
His breathing grew ragged, broken sounds falling from his lips with every thrust.
"Close—angel, I'm—"
You doubled your efforts, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, and felt him shatter against your tongue.
He came with a guttural moan, his body arching off the bed as you swallowed around him, milking every last drop until he was trembling beneath you.
For a long moment there was only heavy breathing.
Then Eris's hand slipped from your hair, falling limply to the mattress as he whispered, "Gods. I'm glad I didn't get up."
You giggled against his thigh before crawling back up his body.
But when you reached his chest, expecting him to pull you up for a kiss, his hands caught your waist instead. He tugged you higher, past his chest, past his shoulders—
Until you were straddling his face.
Your breath caught.
"Eris—"
But his answer came in the form of strong hands gripping your hips and guiding you down onto his waiting mouth. The first swipe of his tongue against your cunt made you gasp, your hands flying to the headboard for support.
He ate you like a male starved.
Like he had something to prove.
Your head fell back as you moaned, one hand finding your own breast, pinching and rolling your nipple while the other tangled in his copper hair. Eris groaned against you, the vibration making your knees weak, and his hand came down hard on your ass.
The sting made you cry out.
His tongue worked faster, circling your clit before pulling it between his lips, sucking gently. And then—you felt it. His thumb, circling your other entrance with deliberate slowness, pressing just enough to make you gasp.
"Fuck—Eris—"
You tugged his hair, grinding against his face as pleasure built hot and unbearable in your core. He didn't stop. His thumb pressed harder, circling, teasing, pushing just barely inside—
You came with a shattered cry, your body convulsing against his mouth as he drank you in.
But he didn't stop.
His tongue kept working, overstimulating you until you were whimpering and trying to pull away. His grip on your hips only tightened, holding you in place as he pushed his thumb fully inside your ass.
The stretch made you sob.
And then you came again, harder this time, collapsing forward onto the pillows as your body finally gave out.
Eris laughed beneath you—actually laughed—the sound vibrating against your oversensitive flesh.
You slid off him, flopping onto the mattress beside him as your chest heaved. He watched you with hooded eyes, a smug, satisfied smile curling his lips as he took in the sight of your trembling body.
But then you turned.
And swung your leg over his hips.
And sank down onto his cock in one slow, breathtaking motion.
His eyes widened, mouth falling open as you sheathed him completely.
"Not leaving this bed, Eris," you breathed, already beginning to move. "Need your cock in me all day."
His hands found your hips, gripping tight as he stared up at you like you were something holy.
"What my mate wants," he groaned, thrusting up to meet your rhythm, "she gets."